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alastorss · 2 months

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a/n: hihi @bri22222 !! tumblr for some reason ate your ask in my inbox but here is the cat demon!reader taking care of sick alastor request you sent <3 i hope you like it!

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You had taken it upon yourself to become Alastor's own personal nurse when he got sick, despite his outspoken displeasure in being babied.

He was an Overlord, for god's sake, and one of the most feared at that. There was a certain irritation in him when you would show up to his room (which didn't even have a bed in it until he fell ill and you decided to push one in yourself, much to his dismay).

You'd sport all kinds of goods; warm jambalaya, his own mother's recipe, that he would deny even though he was itching to eat it. Some cough drops that tasted horribly of sickly sweet honey and lemon. Fresh boxes of tissues since he was going through them faster than you could imagine.

The worst of them all was when you would show up at the foot of his bed with little rodents, eyes wide and expectant for praise that would never come. Then you'd settle in his bed, curled up in his lap like you owned the place, and fall asleep.

While the warmth was nice, which he would never admit, and he liked the feeling of his hand smoothing down the hair between your set of drooping feline ears, he's not sure how much more of this he can take.

"You know," he starts one day when you sit at the edge of his bed, straightening out the duvet as you do. "I do wish you would stop fretting over me."

"You're sick," you deadpan. "And you took care of me when I was sick. At least let me return the favour."

He grimaces, remembering how miserable you looked when you caught a nasty flu a few months ago. Who knew cats were so pitiful when sick?

"Really, dear, it's fine! I was just helping a friend."

You frown, unconvinced. "And I'm just helping you back! Come on, you can barely go downstairs to get food by yourself."

"I'm perfectly fine!" He mutters between his grit teeth, smiling bordering on baring his fangs at you. Unfortunately, he doesn't do a very good job at intimidating you. Not after you've already seen his soft side of clinging to you like you're his personal heater.

Of course, his cursed demon body decides to betray him at that exact moment and he falls into a coughing fit, sputtering as he rakes in sharp breaths of air.

You're quick to climb over the bed to him, straddling his lap and forcing him to drink from his glass of water. He glares at you but drinks without refusal.

Alastor is the Radio Demon. Owner of souls. Entertainer extraordinaire. Yet here he is, taken down by a pathetic fever and being coddled by his favourite feline.

He carefully pinches your tail to get you to pull away from him, yelping in the process. "I'm fine," he hisses. "I don't need your help. I don't need to be taken care of!"

Your ears flatten against your head at his tone and you scramble off of his lap, cowering like a wounded animal.

For a moment he feels a flash of remorse, or whatever feeling has replaced what would be guilt in that black heart of his. He even considers opening his mouth to say something more reassuring. But then you scurry out of the room and slam the door behind you. His ears ring from the echo of it, then deathly silence follows.

Alastor reaches over to drink from his water glass on his own, only to realize it was knocked over in the commotion.

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He counts the days that pass, subconsciously or not, and feels his smile shrinking by each daylight.

Sure, he was quick to temper, but he had never lashed out at you before. It's an awful feeling that sinks into his stomach, making him dread what's to come when he fully recovers.

Worst of all, he was wrong. He does need your help.

It was peaceful at first and he enjoyed the silence that came without your company. However, he hadn't realized how accustomed he had grown to your ambient presence.

How had he never realized you were so loud when you made your entrances, or that you purred ever so slightly when he scratched just behind your ears? And was he really so weak that he was thinking of apologizing? He can't stand the idea that he may have frightened or hurt you.

It used to be so easy for him to sit with his own thoughts. Nowadays it's hard without getting to hear about your day or getting to fluster you with his incessant teasing.

He's cold, too. He would gladly let you fetch him a hundred rodents if it meant getting to hold onto you in his sick state.

On the fifth day, he decides he's had enough. The demon doesn't even bother knocking, instead opting to materialize from the shadows and jumpscare you from behind.

"I'm..." he seethes through his teeth, eyes thin and twitching.

You tilt your head at him curiously, prickled hairs flattening back down as confusion replaces your adrenaline. "You... what?"

"I'm sorry," he finally manages to get out, though it comes strained and awkward. Still, he swallows his pride and avoids your eyes while he continues. "I was wrong."

You stare at him blankly for a few seconds, intrigued by the sight of such a powerful Overlord trying to do something as uncharacteristic as apologize. In the end, you can't contain your laughter.

He glowers at you as you topple over in your bed in a fit of giggles, wiping away the tears in your eyes.

"Oh, you sap. Come here!" You sit up and open your arms wide, a big, cheeky (and smug) grin spreading across your face.

Grumbling, Alastor shuffles into your bed and collapses into you, effectively crushing you under him. You don't seem to care, arms tugging him closer and tail brushing over his body.

"You missed me that much?"

"One more word out of you and I am leaving."

"Aww, so that's a yes?"

The Radio Demon only sighs, heavy eyes drifting shut in your warmth.

"Don't get it twisted, dearest. I will not be thanking you for putting rats in my sheets every morning."

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megistusdiary · 11 days

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𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪 𝖊𝖓𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖇𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖌 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

dom!succubus yae miko x sub!fem reader

warnings: smut (mdni), wlw content, miko has claws/fangs, she's a bit obsessed with you + steals you at the end

contains: shibari, cunnilingus, pussy slapping, tribbing, orgasm denial, overstimulation

pt. 1 of the succubus au miniseries

word count: 2.0k

miko is the type of succubus to enjoy her prey to the fullest. once she has you ensnared in your very own dream, she holds nothing back. yet something about you taunts her.

each time she seeks you out, she just can't seem to settle on the right time to feed on your lust. she's been watching you for quite some time now. she's always rather finnicky with her food, taking her time to select the perfect prey. but there's something about you that has her curious.

she's usually the type to lure her pretty toys with a few wet dreams. soon enough, they're practically begging for something, anything, without even realizing it's her they want. it only takes her a few days to figure them out, really. once she gets what she needs, she discards her toys, thrown away to find the next docile little thing to sink her teeth into.

she's been watching you for a longer time than she usually wastes on humans. considering she's a succubus, she has the ability to walk in dreams, though she can also walk unnoticed (if she wishes) through your version of reality. miko follows you around, observing your day-to-day activities. she finds it monotonous, trying to find an angle to use to drag you to her.

slowly, she begins to pay more attention. rather than just watching, she starts to notice things about you. the little quirks only perceptive beings would spot. the way you tap your foot when you work, the way you bite the inside of your cheek, the little creases of your eyebrows when you're annoyed. it almost makes her sick how she can actually anticipate your actions before you do them.

miko walks through your life like a ghost alongside you. she's haunted by you, and she doesn't know why. she wants you all to herself. not just for the night, she wants to possess you entirely. she wants to figure out what makes you tick, and then she wants to strip it all away to make you into her perfect pet to please and feed on.

but another part of her, the strange, new, sensitive part, wants to keep you close to her for something she's never felt before. this... feeling is not possessive, no. this is as close to what humans call 'love' as a demon like her could manage, she thinks. she likes watching you laugh. the way your lips curl up in amusement at stupid jokes from your friends. your smile is infectious, and she thinks it cruel that she isn't the reason she sees you smile.

she itches to touch your skin, your hair, to run her fingers down your spine. she wants your body, yes, but she wants to keep you. maybe you could be her pretty little pet, cure her strange obsession for you so she can move on. she's tried before to forget about you, but she can't bring herself to.

yet, she wonders why she hasn't just taken care of all this yet. why hasn't she simply taken you? she never really needs to make her prey desperate for her. that's just all in good fun for bored succubi like her. it makes the chase all the more fun. so, why does she torment herself with watching you and never anything more?

sometimes she catches you at night, playing with yourself beneath your blankets. soon enough, all tuckered out from your little session, you fall asleep. she knows this is the prime moment, but she wants to draw it out subconsciously. it's nearing obsession the way she edges herself with you. her fingers itch to touch you, but she refrains, practically punishing herself.

but then it happens. a night when you've come home exhausted, which, albeit isn't a rare occurrence. something about you seems off tonight, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. you climb into bed, stripping yourself with one goal in mind, to which miko watches you eagerly.

she's almost disappointed when your session ends with you simply growing more frustrated, tossing the covers over yourself and curling up on your side. her tail stops moving, drooping without her even realizing as her brows furrow. how boring.

well, surely this was her cue?

the logical part of her brain tells her it's merely because your body would still be aroused, still prepared to orgasm.

her heart tells her it's because you were obviously upset, and you didn't even get the relief you desperately chased. poor little human, unable to find pleasure on her own.

she feels bad for you, sneaking into your little dreamworld and seeing the image of you curled up in your bed. she approaches you confidently, a little smirk on her lips as she drags her finger up your blanket-covered body, tapping the tip of your nose.

you wake up slowly, looking up at her with furrowed brows. "is this a dream?" you ask suddenly, and she laughs, turning to the side and covering her fangs with her palm.

"oh, aren't you adorable." she coos, pinching your cheek. she leans down, cupping your jaw and puffing your lips out. "you look so tired, little one." she glances off, her hand taking a more gentle touch than she would with any others.

she can see you eyeing her tail curiously as it sways, curling up behind her body. her thumb gently strokes your skin, and she smiles almost wickedly. "you're so cute, i could just eat you up..." her eyes trail down your blankets, falling on where your waist would be. "you're lucky i like my prey a little slutty." she pinches your cheek, giving you no time to react to her words. "you're practically dripping, i can smell it."

she yanks the blankets off, revealing the wet patch on your panties and your surprised little face. you can't even manage to hide it before she's pushing your thighs open wide with clawed hands. they dig into your skin, leaving little indentations in your thighs as she leans in. you swear her eyes glow in the darkness of your room, focusing on your panties.

her clawed fingers trace over your clothed cunt, teasingly scraping the sharp points over your clit, feeling you squirm from the light sensations. she laughs, leaning up and suddenly bringing her palm down over your pussy. it's a dull thud and a slight pain that makes you yelp, thighs struggling to close as she keeps a firm hold on one.

"so sensitive too. what a little treat, and all for me?" she slides her free hand up to your jaw, tilting your already glassy eyes up to hers. "all for me?" she repeats, lightly squeezing your jaw.

and, really, you're not quite sure what takes over you when you respond with a meek little, "yes, all for you." slightly muffled by her hold on your face. she pats your cheek, satisfied as she settles back down between your legs.

she rips your panties right off you, tossing them away haphazardly, grinning up with sharp fangs. she nips your thigh just to hear you gasp for her before she licks a slow, fat stripe up your cunt. her tongue is skilled as she circles your clit, teasing your sensitive nerves as you begin to squirm.

you just can't help it. she feels so good, and your hips move on their own, grinding on your tongue. and then, once more, she slaps your pussy. considering it's your bare flesh now, it stings more, and she delights in your whiny little cry for her.

"bad girl." she chastises. "keep still for me." she warns, biting your skin again before diving back in.

you do your best to stay still, trying not to move your hips, but when she slides her tongue into your dripping hole, your hips jump. she suddenly lets out an almost disappointed sigh, pulling away. your slick still coats her lips and part of her face as she stares down at you.

"no! please- please wanna-"

"you're a disobedient little thing." she tuts, ignoring you. "you're lucky i like little brats." she drags a hand up your jaw, booping your nose before summoning ropes in her hands. it all happens so fast, and suddenly, you find yourself completely tied up.

intricate red rope knots cover your body, keeping you all tied up in a way she has easy access to your pussy, but one where you can't move at all. you struggle against the ropes, whining at her and she grins. "what's the matter?"

"'m sorry!" you whimper and she shakes her head.

"aw, but this doesn't have to be a punishment, does it? it's not so bad, being all tied up for me. you're much cuter when i don't have to keep reminding you of the rules." she covers her smile with the back of her palm. she leans back down, eyeing your dripping pussy. "you're wet enough, i'd say."

she sits up, making you watch as she slowly, teasingly strips. she unties the delicate strings holding her outfit together, revealing her breasts first. she lets the fabric slide down her stomach before she pulls it away to reveal her bare body. she cups her own breasts, seeing your desperate gaze.

"wanna touch, please?" you ask her and she sighs, teasing her own nipples with a wicked grin.

"if you're a good girl, maybe i'll let you. that's something you have to earn." she answers, positioning herself over you. she spreads your thighs, her cunt hovering over yours. "now, be a good little toy, and stay very still while i use you."

she slides her pussy over yours, her clit rubbing against yours as you mewl loudly for her, already sensitive from being edged earlier. she laughs wickedly, grinding more firmly. her grip on your legs is harsh, but the pleasure from her rubbing against you is sending your mind reeling.

"ah, sweetheart- you're drenched. you feel so good." she muses, head falling forward as she uses you entirely for her own pleasure. she drinks up your pathetic mewls and whimpers.

"close, i'm close, please, please-" you begin to babble, tears forming in your eyes as you desperately beg for her.

"go on, cum for me like the little slutty human you are." her ears flick, the jewelry in them jingling as she uses your body.

she feels your release against her, making it even more slick. you sigh with relief, only to whimper and cry when she keeps going. she grabs your face, shutting your mouth. "i didn't get to cum yet, don't be selfish. besides, you were begging me just a minute ago to cum. i'm letting you cum as many times as i decide. isn't that so generous of me?" she nods your head for you, patting your cheek and continuing to grind against you.

once she's wrung two more orgasms from you, she's sat herself right onto your face, riding your tongue as her clawed hands destroy your pillows. she uses you like you're nothing more than a toy to her, grinding her clit on your nose and completely suffocating you.

all you can feel, smell, hear, see, and taste are her.

she coos at you, so condescending as she cums on your tongue. "drink it all up, it's all for you. so strange that such a filthy little thing like you can get me so worked up. ah, looking after you had me pent up for the longest time." she smiles down at you, untying the knots as you lay limply on the bed.

she cups your cheek, her heart skipping a beat when you nuzzle into her palm like a little kitten.

"oh, it's a shame you're so cute. i almost feel bad for what i'm about to do. almost." she pets your head, letting you fall asleep in your dream.

she sneaks back out into the real world, picking up your sleeping body, carrying you off to her dimension. perhaps you'd be an interesting pet for her, indeed.

after all, miko wasn't quite done with you yet. she just can't help it that she's the possessive type ♡

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ooffmlsorry · 5 months

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Bringing Law Home for a Family Holiday

Readers' Note: Reader has a large and generally good but overbearing family. Only happy things in this, little to no angst!

A/N: Every holiday I get struck with the desire to write my latest blorbo coming home with their s/o for the holidays. I don't have time to crack out 10-15k words so this is probs gonna be more stream of consciousness but it'll get the point across.

I've been imagining how tense the travel to Law's s/o's house is because God forbid y'all be late because Law wants to make a good impression no matter how many times you explain it's a very loose 4 p.m. arrival time.

You've been dating for long enough that you think it's reasonable for him to meet your family (that was enough to make Law's heart flutter and then start hammering...could it be you're just as serious about him as he is about you?)

"My aunt showed up at noon and my cousin's probably not going to be here until after dark, really it's fine!" You'd insist. "Besides, the people that show up on time are the ones that end up having to go back out because someone forgot something!"

And of course Law would say "that's fine." With a such a stubborn and determined tone. Being on time or a few minutes early is better than being late! Suddenly your man is a rule follower! 🤭Suddenly you can picture Law as he was a kid studious and button-ed up in his little doctor's uniform. It's almost kind of cute if he wasn't so nervous.

The closest thing to family Law has is Bepo, Shachi and Penguin. Not since the Donquixote family has Law had anything to do with that word and he's so nervous he feels sick. For Law this translate to acting like he has the world's biggest cactus shoved up his ass, and you know that so you try not to take his coolness personally.

Holding his hand helps a little though. You ignore how shaky and sweaty it is.

He's feeling a lot of big feelings right now, poor guy.

He insisted on you giving him a "family tree" when he realized how big your family is and a list of things not to accidentally mention or do. He's been studying it for days, re-reading it over and over obsessively.

The fact that he's a pirate is fine, which takes a lot of pressure off. You come from a family full of pirates, so you swear Law will fit right in. Although you warn him your grandfather's probably going to start reminiscing about how he knew Gol D. Roger as a kid (which no one knows if that's actually true) and ranting about the young pirates these days.

You'd walk up to your family home high on a hill over looking the sea. From several yards away you can already hear music. You realize as you get closer it's more like you're dragging Law more than he's walking with you.

It's subconscious lol. I promise you he's not doing it on purpose. As soon as you notice it he speaks, "I'm fine."

Poor Traffy is so pale!

His tone dares you to question him, almost as if to actually say "I'm fine, if I wasn't I wouldn't be here Y/N. Please trust me to be honest with you about how I'm feeling." But that's a lot of words for someone who's mouth is cotton dry. He's trying his best, so you give him a quick kiss on the cheek for courage and walk up to the house together.

The first thing your family comments on when you open the door is how early you are despite the fact that it's three minutes to 4:00.

"We weren't expecting Y/N for another hour!" Your aunt winks at Law and nudges him, no introduction, no nothing, and says "you must really be something special if you can get them here to early!"

Despite Law's best efforts, having one of your family members immediately point out his supposed specialness to you makes blush and stutter.

It doesn't matter how awkward his no response of blinking at your aunt was because she's already gone flitting around with an arm full of what your family calls "the good plates."

You pull Law down to whisper in his ear, "told you we'd be early," you giggle.

It's not the nicest house, but it is big, and warm, and festive. Just standing in the doorway taking it in Law's struck with the remembrance of home. He tries to only focus on the present, not Swallow Island, Spider Miles, or even Flevance, your home is good..for today. But tomorrow he'll back at his home: the Polar Tang.

You introduce him to what little family is already there. Your heart squeezes at the way Law awkwardly waves at the baby your cousin's bouncing on his lap and the surprise that quickly turns into a soft smile that spreads across his lips when the baby coos back.

He meets your grandpa, who appraises him very officially. You swear to God Law's holding his breath as the stout man with a peg leg circles him with his arms behind his back. "Trafalgar Law, hmm..." he says very seriously. "You know back in my day pirates didn't all these tattoos to prove they were tough."

"I heard your day was quite a long time ago," Law says almost automatically. In for a penny, in for a pound, he doubles down, adding "sir" at the end.

That would be your boyfriend hehe. Too sharp for his own good.

Of course that's what your grandfather likes. He shakes Law's hand and pulls him into a crushing hug. Your grandpa promises later he's got words for him (ie. the shovel talk). It's a little disturbing how comfortable Law feels knowing he'll be threatened with an unspeakably awful death later. That's the most familiar thing that has happened all day. lol

But he knows the person he needs to impart the best impression on is your grandmother. You don't think you've ever seen Law so perfectly polite in your life....which makes your grandmother howl with laughter! "My ass whooping days are over, boy! Relax!" Her frail hands clutch her stomach as she laughs. She wipes a tear from her eyes, "I thought you said he was a pirate?!" She pats Law on the cheek like he's a sweet little boy (because at her old age 26 is a little boy) and gives it a squeeze. And because it's your grandma, he lets her.

You have to hide your laughter behind your hand.

"He's a sweet boy, Y/N," she says to you. "And so handsome! Where were all the good-looking men like him when I was at sea?"

"I killed 'em all!" Your grandpa yells across the house.

And just like that, Law's in your grandmother's good graces. Of course you knew he would be.

True to your word earlier, you get sent in to town to pick up a short list of last minute things. It's a nice moment to breathe. As soon as you're far enough from the house you wrap your arms around him and kiss him deeply.

"I'm so happy they like you," you say quietly once you come up for air. You don't tease him about how strange it is to see him hoping for someone's approval like you would in most circumstances. Instead you feel yourself melt, "I knew they would, but now you believe me?"

"They like me for now," he says because god forbid he go easy on himself.

"You're not as hard to love as you think you are, Law." You press another kiss to his lips.

(A/N: ooh chile lemme tell you, for saying that right there that man is going to romantically rail you within an inch of your life when y'all get back to the ship. That is the only way I can convey to you how much you saying that means to him. He's speechless.)

By time y'all get back there are a lot more people here and it's a lot louder. Your brother asks Law about a rash on elbow (at the dinner table no less, but hey these are pirates!) and he actually gives him advice.

Law meets your little cousins, who ask him a million questions including but not limited to:

"Why do you wears that funny looking hat?"

"Are you actually a surgeon?"

"Does getting a tattoo hurt?"

"Can you give me a tattoo?"

"How many Marines have you killed?"

"Are the Straw Hat Pirates really that strong?"

"Do you really have a polar bear on your ship?"

"Are you and Y/N ever gonna have a baby?"

To which Law responds:

"Who said it was funny looking?"

"Yeah."

"I don't know. I don't feel pain." you thought this man would take their questions seriously?

"Surgeons aren't allowed to do that. My hands will fall off if I do."

"Definitely more than you."

"As strong as they are stupid."

"Yeah, he's our navigator."

".........I think I heard someone calling you from the kitchen."

Your little cousins think "he's weird funny." He does "surgery" on the dolls your cousins offer up to him and thoroughly enjoy the weird monstrosities he creates. And Your moody teenage nephew deems Law "cool."

Your mom insists Law's too skinny for his own good and piles more food on his plate. "If you're going to survive out there you need some meat on your bones! I wanna see you here next year, Trafalgar."

Law almost chokes. Your mom already wants him back next year. He was expecting to have to get her approval somehow too, but she's accepted him immediately. "All I needed to know is if you make my little Y/N happy!" Your mom explains while hugging you, "And look how happy they are!"

And your old man, a pirate captain in his own right, several beers deep, slings his arm over Law's shoulder. "You're the one that's got that big ol' bounty, huh?" Before Law can fully answer, he continues on drunkenly, "that means you probably looted enough to cover your own wedding, right? Cause I'm sure's shit not." God bless Law for taking it with a grain of salt and taking him over to a couch. "That means you can marry 'em if ya want, as'long as I don' havta pay none. But if you break their heart I'll turn ya in myself...goddamn Marines...making me a traitor..." he says until his words turn into drunk muttering.

"That's your blessing in case you were wondering," your mom sighs. "I know you didn't ask but that was it. That man is fine with anything as long as he doesn't have to pay for it."

"You get my blessing because you helped clean up!" Your grandma pipes in. "Nothing more valuable than a man that knows how clean up after himself!"

I don't know how many times Law is rendered speechless for a moment. Was it that easy or was your family truly that accepting? In a handful of hours he's been completely welcomed and they want him to come back next year, to marry you? It's dizzying, but in a...hopeful way? Because...he wants it to happen too...if he's lucky enough to come back next year as your husband.

At the end of the night, you and Law are sent on your way with tons of food to bring back to Heart Pirates, and whether he likes it or not your mom and your grandma each press a kiss to Law's cheek.

You walk back down the hill together.

"It was good to see them again," you say. "Was that too much?"

"No," Law says. "I'm happy."

A/N: so yeah, I just had that bumbling around in my head today. I hope it was fluffy enough for ya! 😘

#one piece fluff #one piece x you #law x reader #trafalgar law x reader #one piece #trafalgar law

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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hi hello! i really enjoy the way you write vance and the 'happy metalhead boyfriends' type requests:) could i request something along this lines, but like with a dramatic love confession & first kiss kinda trope? m!reader pls

screaming crying sobbing i LOVE writing for the happy metalhead boyfriends, it makes me so happy smh its exactly what i need, so of course ill do this🫶🫶 i can just imagine that vance is so worked up about his feelings, youve been on his mind, maybe its months after he was taken by the grabber, and all he could think about was how caring youve been and how genuine you are after he escaped :)

if you requests metalhead bfs for vance i will literally 100% do it its just so adorable omfg

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

Vance Hopper x Male Reader!

Warnings: Mentions of Abduction, Frustration, Happy Boyfriends

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The days dwindled on for everybody but him, it was like the universe was extending his torture, the only thing that proved he wasn't in hell, was you. Your fragrance, your love, your genuine care for what Vance was thinking each day distinguished you from others. People often swarmed him for his trauma inducing past. The invasive comments, the inconsiderate questions, it made him violently sick in his stomach, it consumed what was his previously content life.

They always spoke of the man. If he was in school, it was questions of 'How did he not murder you?'. If he happened to be in public, it would be along the lines of 'How did he keep you?'. These questions were like mosquitoes, slowly draining, plucking the life force from him, leaving open scars to heal once again.

He wished everybody but you would just fuck off.

"Vance? Dude, you good? It's just a little present I thought to get you while I was out."

Your easy voice brought him back to the present. You two were located in a park that you found, surrounding trees giving you ample shade with the evergreen leaves, the daylight shining easy on his cheek, highlighting the jean jacket you'd recently bought him as a birthday gift.

His eyes met yours, and he gazed down at the cassette tape you brought, introducing it as his.

"It has Iron Maiden and Bon Jovi, a little of you and a little of me, so when you're out you have somethin of me with you!"

Your voice was excited, the present being a discreet way to see how he'd react to you being affectionate. Unbeknownst to you, you consumed his every waking thoughts, as well as filling his dreams when he was asleep.

"Thanks man, this shit rocks,"

His voice was cut short. He wanted to admit so much more than you knew. He wanted to fill his life with even more of you. He adored your everything, the way you respected him, just subconsciously knowing what he needed. Your angel eyes that he loved more than anything to just look into, seeing the way you truly were immersed in him. His words were so limited in the moment, but he prayed that you knew he wanted to say more.

He took the cassette gently, having his calloused finger tips rub against your rough hands, given an edge from the cigarette burns & fights that were, in your reasoning, justified for Vance. He thought they fit perfectly together, two jagged rocks that interlink for one another.

"Jesus, we still have most of the day to waste. Wanna head to my place? Hang there?"

Most of what he said was true, he did want you to come over, have his room smell like you, but a day spent with you is a day never wasted.

"Course, lead the way!"

You were practically radiating, doing a terrible cover up job to mask your eagerness. This wasn't the first time he'd invited you, but a day you two spent the day at Vance's house was a day closer to you becoming a title further than 'friends'.

Vance's arm wrapped around your shoulder, guiding you up. The feeling of you in his arm made his breathing uneven, it was such a completing feeling that he didn't know how to act normally, keeping an oddly cold face on while he did. The more he took you two into town, the more you could feel the stares, burning through you like lighters. The same foreboding feeling overcame you two, predicting what was next.

"Excuse me? Vance Hopp- Young man! Could we have a moment of your time for an interview?"

A day could be spoiled so quickly by unplanned guests. Vance didn't bother sparring a glance, not wanting the attention he despised, if they wanted to talk, they could kiss his ass for all he cares. You could hear the shoes scurrying on the sidewalk, y a dash for somebody that thought they were the bane of his existence.

"Sir, please, a moment of your time!"

A hand was laid on your shoulder, a firm grasp on your shredded t-shirt, causing you to flinch and squirm under there touch. While you froze from shock, Vance reacted the only way he knew how to when he was under pressure; violence.

A gruff hand latched onto the reporters arm, tearing it away from you. You could sense his anger leaking from him, it was odd to see him so aggravated over this, normally you would shush the crowd away. Vance's thoughts were blanking, he was in disbelief they'd put a hand on what he considered an intimate buddy. His body was hot, anger replacing the feelings of comfort he once felt.

"Fuck. Off. Get a fucking life, dickbag."

A poisonous lace tied to his words, filling the air around the two of you, killing the noise with ease. Putting no more time aside for them, he took your wrist and pulled you along, a worrying silence accompanied the walk the rest of the way.

The wooden door stood no chance against his boot, wobbling in at the slightest amount of pressure put on. Inside, the house was neat, surprisingly neat for somebody like Vance to keep home in it, but you came to know over the months that he preferred his space clean, unlike his outside persona.

A smell that you could only describe as 'deaths accomplice' took over when you were tugged into Vance's room. It was medium sized, the room itself being cozy, some things thrown here and there, but not terrible, it might've even made you make a mental note to tidy your room, just for the occasion that he comes over.

The boys hand was still securely wrapped on you, not letting go until you sat on the bed, with him standing up, pacing the room inconspicuously. It was odd to see him so distressed. You'd been there to comfort him after overwhelming moments, he was more of a silent cryer than an anxiety induced victim. He was acting abnormally for something thats happened so many times. He was almost jumpy, like something would pop out. The steps he took made his hair bounce lightly, emphasizing how soft they were.

"We need to talk. Now."

Shit. What's wrong with him? Vance never showed this extent to his vulnerability. You could feel your heart beating faster, your eyebrows furrowing as you nodded to him, giving the quiet 'okay' to go on.

He was huffing as he trued to find the words, displaying his distraught. Be was trying to form words for a feeling that was like his own religion. He followed you & listened to you, taking your words with nothing but trust. It was easy to trust someone who made you feel like heaven, even when you were trapped, caged in hell.

How hard could it be to just ask someone to be your boyfriend?

He took strides over to you, and stopped right before your feet, forcing himself to make his eyes to meet yours.

"You mean more to me than you know, and I can't help my feelings, or whatever this is. I want you to be with me, be by my side, like officially. I want you to feel the way the world shifts around me when you're around. I want you to be my boyfriend, fuck!"

The tones of his words rose and fell, he wanted to say what he's felt for so long in his own words, his angrily confused demeanor. To somebody else, it may've sounded like he was frustrated, misinterpreting his intentions entirely, but to you, it was clear as day. Stunned to his words, you once again nodded, compensating for your voice, but your nod didn't let down how thrilled you were, or the way your nerves made your body shake.

Vance's eyes were trained on you, seeing you nodding enthusiastically, seeing the silent 'yes' that he craved.

Without a word, he brought his hands to your face, holding you while his lips came onto yours, a celebration of its own, passion & love entwined.

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ive had a busy day today, so im sorry if this seems off💔 but i just love happy metalhead bfs sm bro

requests r open, masterlist is up!!

#black phone #vance hopper x male reader #vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #vance hopper x you #the black phone 2022 #the black phone x reader #the black phone #happy metalhead boyfriends

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powerpuff2003 · 8 months

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I'm so sorry. Those ppl telling you to kys are Way over the line, but you need to understand that you have heavily internalized terf viewpoints. All these people aren't just calling you a terf for no reason. And your deflection that you're "literally trans" is meaningless. Do you think cis women can't have internalized misogyny?

You talk about how some trans women have "cis male mindsets." That's terf rhetoric. You literally just told a trans woman "You're a man." You're a terf.

Your relationship with porn is explicitly what terfs take advantage of to lure people down the radfem pipeline. I'm really worried for you, sis. I'm sorry you've only been met with anger for this. It's understandable, but it's our responsibility to look out for our younger sisters.

Please rethink the conclusions you've come to. They won't make you happy. You'll never be able to surround yourself in trans joy when you're constantly looking over your shoulder for "the bad ones".

I appreciate you being kind in your words instead of simply hostile.

I think a dude with a conversion r*pe fetish is a man pretending to be trans to get his sick kicks and not really trans. That is my opinion on the matter. Assuming that's the incident where I called someone a man that you saw.

If "the bad ones" are homophobic sex pests then yes I will reject them out of simple morality, not "optics".

I understand that I will never be "the good one", I've been down that path, tried, failed, tried again, failed, its tired and it will not work. I do fully know. But I will still fully stand for what I believe is right even if other trans people disagree. Terfs won't agree either, and I'm not trying to pander to them anyway.

I want to surround myself in trans joy, I really do, but as long as there's people who identify as trans women making lesbophobic r*pe kink blogs, femicide jokes, homophobic coercion. As long as these things are ok in some portions of the trans community, I have to alienate certain trans people from my life. I do partake in trans joy with trans friends, in fact almost all of my friends who aren't cis women, are trans people. A large portion of my friend circle is trans women, my girlfriend is transfem, I'm t4t. Trans women are pretty much the center of my life in that respect, seeing as they're the only people I'm interested in forming an intimate life-long partnership with.

If anything its BECAUSE I see myself as a woman in my subconscious that the sexism some trans people expound hurts me so much. And, when they do that, within my head I cannot think of any rationalization other than "they do not really see themself as a woman like I do". I don't know how else to explain it in my head. I have to fear "the bad ones" because in fact some of them are known for preying on the community! Watch The Sasha Manifesto by Keffals.

This is a very difficult and very complex subject for me, I do hope you see that I am being genuine in standing up for what I think is right and am really truly not trying to be "the good trans" as I think that is a losing game. Feel free to message me if you want to have further conversation, I think we could really come to something here.

Also I love your blog aesthetic. SU carried me through my teen years.

#discourse #ask #trans stuff

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theoccultz · 8 months

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#Lets talk about dreams -1

Pluto 12th house and dream significance

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I'mma talk abt my recent dream :

I had a dream , someone was trapped in a "box" which looked liked an house , the home was like a dollhouse really colourful blocks everywhere ,but the person inside it was trapped by the people who was securing the home , the person was so scared the figure who was intimidating them was a authoritive figure toxic (masculine in energy)..... outside it was raining heavily the last time i saw the person running upstairs they discovered a new room looking outside the window towards the other building there was a venegeful demonic spirit who was controlling the dynamic of the home .

(I'm not saying all my dreams hold significance ,no . I realise some of the things i see are just that went on throughout the day and the stress that was building in my subconscious mind ....But this is not that dream out of exhaustion i dont think so that spirit decided to just show itself to the little boy for no reason )

The conclusion i can derive from this:

1) that intimidating authoritive figure is being controlled by the evil spirits without them knowing ,most likely its in full control and the person who's the little boy in the close approximity from "that" person has picked up on weird energies because they are sensitive.

3) there seems to be fears existing within the person , water is emotions and overflowing water is being overwhelmed , juggling things ,not getting rest ,not feeling fulfilled , feeling trapped & controlled ,build up anger & anxiety , not feeling your best , ignoring your intuition , unconscious decision ,etc .

3) toxic household possibly? Not understanding each other , effective words , unbalanced energy , fearful energies ,hidden agendas , others taking advantage , not appreciating the good things , imbalance of power ,harmful connections , toxic behaviours , losing hope , feeling negative

2)the spirit is likely residing on the land for years but it doesn't come forward because its being put out by the divine forces that could be from anyone, your ancestors,your demon guides ,your patron guides ,your spirit animal and is likely getting rid of that spirit so that spirit is showing up to intimidate you more so your guides get distracted

3) there could be fights , feeling nauseous, constant head pain ,weird experiences with people , feeling sick , feel the need to buy more things ,less energy , something with travel , arguments , bad days going on , the safety bracelet you wear or the necklace or any protection spell could have broken off or could have been lost or you must be feeling to make one , sleeping problems ,not having constant routine, i can list more things with specific details like zodiac,recent things that happened ,names ,initials and so on but the purpose of this post is simple you should have more fainth ik its annoying to hear this but yeah .

👉Im not saying there is literally an evil spirit no , dream reading is very easy you pick up different messages most likely the things that could happen to you in the future wont effect you that much as you're thinking it would

To be noted: I have even seen mu!rders ,de@ths ,and many weird things its not literally what you're shown its the opposite

>People dying in your dreams is just them leaving for good from your life,their bad intentions will be exposed as soon as they leave so it won't be that painful to let go + their karmic cycles will begin its like learn until you learn .

For eg-Murders is backstabbing, these people are likely not good for you which needs to get rid of that you will do ,no matter how hard is it you need to put your strength to test if you succeed then your rewards are way bigger than you would be able to manifest

>Not likely in all dreams faces are shown ,there could be just numbers , or energies speaking to you so it gets confusing.

Sorry if you were expecting teeth falling and weird wonders ,i dont think so its that common , i'll be adding more post about different kind of dreams so you can identify messages and read for yourself and make the most out of it

Being scared is also normal , seeing ramdom people is also normal no need to panick a,dreams are dreams at the end .

#pick a card #tarotblr #pick a pile #spirituality #vd #astrology observations

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ayotamacheck · 1 year

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I loved your last spooky hcs! Could you please do some for Surya, Pablo, Yuri & Luke?

yes i can!! oo halloween spirit, im loving it 😎 ty for the ask, and happy (late) halloween (again)!!!

part 1 :)

Surya

yes he's a big cool marine biologist, no he can't handle getting a shot without hyperventilating. it's ok surya, i get u. it just feels so unnatural to have that like, injected in you. yuck. he used to be really bad about it when he was a kid. definitely screamed while getting shots when he was really young, but he's grown out of that embarrassing stuff. now he just needs something to hold on to and some patience while he keeps himself from having a panic attack lol.

needles

minor hc, but if you're close/dating and he needs to get one for something it definitely helps to hold your hand, even though he'll probably squeeze tight enough to break it lmao

Pablo

he seems like he would be very squeamish about anything blood/injury related. burns are tolerable since he and his brother are both exposed to them pretty often and they take enough protective measures for it not to be super common, but damn, you come to him with an open cut and he's probably going to faint lmao. at the very least he'll be sick. he just can't handle seeing people bleed, it freaks him way out

blood

he physically cannot handle getting blood drawn without passing out.

growing up he was like the worst when raf got hurt, because pablo would be the one encouraging them to do risky things like finding the steepest hill tp ride their bikes down, but the second raf fell and scraped up his arm or something pablo was. out.

i love him but he is a wimp about it

Yuri

i don't know why. i feel like she would either rlly like snakes or absolutely hate them so im gonna go with the latter. they're just so weird. maybe one bit her when she was younger and she just hung onto that fear subconsciously or maybe she just finds their little no-leggedness freaky, but she doesn't like them regardless. she sees them frequently enough, and she won't like kill them or anything, they just make her very uncomfortable

snakes

i also hc scott as a massive snake guy. like he definitely owns a snake. and whenever yuri stops by charles's house scott always tries to get her to hold it. it's torture and she is definitely going to clock him one day

Luke

again this one is based off of vibes alone because i couldn't decide between a fun fear and a deep one so i just tacked the second onto the bottom lol

clowns

luke is definitely scared of clowns. like come on look at this guy, of course he's scared of clowns. and for good reason! his parents invited one for his tenth birthday and it still haunts him to this day. something about them just makes him so incredibly uncomfortable. nina definitely teases him about it, but ben gets it; clowns are just so unnatural. yes this is a clown slander page im sorry

other fear i had in mind for him is being afraid of stagnation, like staying in the same place forever and never venturing out from what his parents want him to do. it's a subconscious fear. that's why he's so adamant about his own business, because the last thing he wants is to be stuck running his family's vineyard forever. man just wants to grow away from what he's expected to do!!

#x pablo <3 #x yuri <3 #x luke <3 #x surya <3 #x my writing #coral island headcanons #coral island imagines #writing requests #asks #coral island writing #anon #coral island

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doverstar · 2 years

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So I’ve just started reading your fics (and I’m trying to be better about leaving comments, so I’ll save the positive feedback for A03!)… but I am right on with you as far as seeing wish fulfillment between Eddie and Chrissy in fic, how he’s crazy perceptive and is her missing puzzle piece, because that’s what the readers want for themselves.

As far as Chrissy’s portrayal as a person who hates her life, or who is all alone, I kind of get it. Not because I think it’s “actual,” but it’s very true from her point of view. As someone who had an ED disorder and was in love with someone with bulimia, it is at heart a disorder that skews your perception of lots of things. We see Chrissy alone (for the very few scenes we do see her) because that’s how she feels - alone in a crowd - not because that’s what’s really happening. She is a very unreliable narrator, similar to how what she “hears” her mother say in that episode probably is what she interprets or what Henry/Vecna has embellished. To me, Laura was less outright abusive, more that she was hurtful in a careless way to a very sensitive soul like Chrissy.

Keeping the secret of an ED also makes you feel more separate, because you’re hiding something. You’re sure you’re gross and weak and no one would understand. Then you project this outside armor of being stuck up or weirdly private, so even though you desperately want connection, you are unconsciously pushing people away. I think Chrissy was surrounded by “friends,” but couldn’t see or appreciate them.

Anyway, sorry to bend your inbox! I’ve loved the meta on your page and just wanted to offer another perspective. I’m writing a Chrissy that brings up a lot of the issues I’m mentioning and your posts have really helped me zero in on why I’m writing her this way.

Hello! I love it when people bend my inbox. I love it. Bend it any time! I appreciate you taking time to read anything I've written; that means a lot. Can't wait to see any comments you might toss out! I will say, I don't know if you've seen it already or not, but I did mention something similar (if not the same exact thing) about possible perceptions of Laura and her reasoning behind mistreating her kid. It is altogether possible that she was abusive by being careless with her words, not being intentionally cruel but also not being intentionally kind when her daughter needed it. Thank you for that insight! I've never personally had an ED, but I've known at least two people who have, and I have at least some grasp on how they think from those friendships. Not a firm enough one that I feel comfortable defining Chrissy's problems as that explicitly, but it's definitely going to be hinted at throughout my fic that her relationship with food and her own self-image is broken. Like I've said, I think Chrissy is miserable. I think, especially if we're talking about an AU or even my own fic, surviving Vecna would get her to a point of realizing that she is kind of sick of her life. Not the good parts of it, the bad parts. The parts where her mom makes her feel like crap and she hates her own body. She doesn't hate her friends, she doesn't hate her boyfriend, she doesn't hate her whole life. She hates the parts that hurt and make things harder and got her to the point where she made an easy target for Vecna. She does feel alone (at least my interpretation of her), but only because yeah, she has kind of isolated herself. I write her that way almost subconsciously, because I've seen people with EDs do that and I've done it myself when I feel insecure enough or miserable enough. It's the natural course of action. If you don't like yourself and you don't like your life, or you're hiding something because of those two perceptions, you really don't want to be around people or have people get close.

It's not me writing a cliched, dramatized version of a teenage girl who's "not like other girls" because she's depressed or has an eating disorder or feels pain no one understands. (I hope!) Lots of people would probably understand it if she'd just open up. Chrissy surely isn't the only one in her circle going through crap. She just doesn't let anyone in until Vecna strikes, because that's the beginning of a breaking point for her. Part of that feels like just being a teenager to me, and part of it is just the organic way humans behave. Poor girl needs help and she's unwilling to ask for it.

Until a licorice demon comes for her.

I'm glad any bloviating on my part has helped you write in any way! I bet whatever you're working on is great. Thanks for offering a different perspective, too; that was super helpful/interesting to read!

#yayyyy writer friends #asked #answered #ask doverstar #kats-meow-fic #ao3 #archiveofourown #writing #chrissy cunningham #story #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #chrissy #eddie munson #eddie #hellcheer #eddissy #stranger things

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pinkrelish · 2 years

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Ok so I’ve been super sick and in bed for like a week (thanks Covid) and when I had the energy, I sloooowly read WYWH from the beginning in bits and pieces and I swear at some points I must’ve been delirious or had dreams about it bc it went beyond reading the words to seeing the characters talking and moving, the settings, the clothes, etc. Your writing is so vivid and beautiful and touching and makes me feel all the feels and I love this series so much. I’m telling you when he goes into the empty trailer, that scene has become ingrained in my mind and then when he throws the cake.

Or when she’s about to drop him off at home and he is trying to get away from her bc he can’t keep it together for much longer. And then she sobs as she’s driving back and needs to pull over somewhere and wakes up in the diner parking. Or when they’re getting high in the van and she’s comforting him bc he’s so mad at her. AND HER INNER DIALOGUE ABOUT HOW HE SEEMS TO HE RECOIL FROM PHYSICAL CONTACT AND THAT’S ALL SHE WANTS. But it’s what he wants too bc he’s kicking himself from not kissing her in her bedroom that one time.

Have you watched “Normal People”? I can’t get over that love story and I feel the same about this, it needs to be turned into an epic movie/tv series.

hey, you know i love you, right? good.

i hope you're on your way to recovering! :(

& thank you so much for all the compliments, truly! for some reason the cake throwing scene is one of my favorites, and one of the first ones i thought of when i got the idea for this series. there's just something cinematic about how i see it in my head. eddie being so consumed by pain and rage and regret, and he throws the cake with all his strength for it to just *splat* unceremoniously a few feet in front of him.

also extra brownies to you for pointing out the word "recoil" in that scene, subconsciously or not. i definitely chose it on purpose, and it'll be relevant at the start of chapter 12. i never know if readers pick up on certain things like that, but there's, uh, a lot of intent behind picking descriptors, and i know fanfic isn't read with the same analysis as a published book (nor should it, most of the time), but it's good to know the work i put in is being noticed sometimes lmao.

i tried to read Normal People and gave up (sally rooney is free to not use quotation marks, and my adhd brain is free to return any book written that way). i might give the show a try, though. 😂

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mysourcematerial · 1 year

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My Gardens Maze: dealing with the Past.

Like others in this field, i find myself on a journey of self. Self exploration, Self love, and being okay with myself. One of the main things i find myself wishing for is the knowledge to know what i ACTUALLY like, and not what I've been told to like.

Reality sucks when you're still in the beginning of the journey. Having to sit through and listen to yourself, like a friend who never takes the good advise. sometimes it hurts and all I want to do is lay in my bed, pretend i'm in the arms of someone who can keep me safe. Too many times I've been that place for others, but why is it so hard for me to provide that to myself?

Subconsciously i believe i need my voice to be heard, but i also don't want to just wine and cry to people, i want to be of some service, some use, assistance. Even when i do speak about my problems aloud, i often don't feel the relief i was expecting or wishing for. If i was my own friends, I'd probably suggest that there's a missing piece, parts I've been so used to stuffing down, or dismissing that i no longer consider it. But as myself, I can't even think of what I've forgotten, and that is where my pain inlays. Feels like I'm in a constant maze. Always running, always chasing.

If i was my friend, i'd probably advise her to stop. to stop thinking of what she's not, or what she could be. To stop trying to figure out the puzzel. Instead of running through the busses, admire the fine trimming, the small flower buds growing. The sky filled with white fluffy clouds, and beautful starry nights. Stop looking so desperately for a way out.

she'd argue that, that was the complete oppisite of her conditioning. She always had to know the answer, even before the question was asked. She had to know how someone would react, before she would share what made her happy. Maybe that's why I struggle to find out what makes me happy. I could never tell the full story, never the full experience. Always in fear that what i did was wrong, dangerous, or involved people that weren't liked by the listeners.

The times have changed, it's no longer the same enviornment. The players have changed, and some have left completely. But just because i'm now in a new game, a new part of the garden, doesn't mean I still don't feel like i'm in the maze.

I've escaped the maze, survived it, but now what do i do? Gardens are meant to be admired, not viewed in horror at the though it's just another maze.

If I was my friend, I would sit in this garden with her. I'd let her breathe, catch her breath. Sit on a bench with her and admire the garden. I'd explain theres other parts of the property to be explored, but you have to become okay with see the garden, for it can be viewed from every window.

She'd cry, knowing somedays she'll just not want to see the garden. But i'd tell her to stop. her views and opinions on the garden will change. She's still trying to predict and outcome, when what she needs to do is become ignorant to it.

her first lesson is to understand that peoples reactions are not her fault. They're not your responsibility. If your life makes them uncomfortable, then they do not need to stay. It's okay to loss people, you'll gain more. Ones where the garden won't be so scary with them in it.

Most things come back to fear. Fear of something that you'd have to learn how to cope with. You're allowed to be angry, be frustrated, want to scream and cry, want to break things and see red. Your rights have been violated.

And I'm sick of hearing people tell me their excuses. Their reasons. I tired of it because i already know. I can forgive and understand you, but you can't expect me not to be angry with you. You hurt me. Bruised me. Shaped me into a person that fears her garden, her life. You stole, lied, and cheated me out of seeing the beauty. So there will always be a part of me that will be weary of allowing you back.

Will you make my garden a Maze again? leave me trapped and stranded?

You'll never have that chance again. Not because i won't let you back in, but because I'll point out your own Maze, one where you havent escaped yet. The one where you keep yourself trapped in.

You'll never infect my garden again, but just because you can no longer ruin mine, or her's, doesn't mean I'm not willing to help you find the flower buds in your walls.

Sometimes speaking as if you are not you is easier. Especally if youre a helper. Bring it out of you and putting it into another person can be the best way to help. I wrote this post for me. I needed to find my nugget, and the best way I can help myself is through helping others.

Your life, your estate if you will, is beautyful. maybe the grass just needs to be cut, windows need to be cleaned. Or maybe its time for some new furniatue. But if it's a want you crave and if seeing it doesn't bring any spark of happiness, and it no loger resinates with you; no matter the memories, its time.

#analogy #psychology #healingjourney #self healing #complex ptsd #childhood trauma #ptsdsurvivor #survival #art #architecture #garden #spiritualawakening #spirituality #spiritual knowledge #healing #write #narrative

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astrojoy · 3 years

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Asteroid Friederike (538)

Asteroid Meaning

Peaceful Ruler

Meaning In The Chart

Where we tend to give off peace, be more relaxed and chill at. I noticed others might see you as peaceful in whatever area this asteroid is in

(I literally looked at my clock and typed in that number for a random asteroid to do research on 🤣🤣)

1st House

Giving the impression of easygoing - Giving off a peaceful vibe - Approachable - People can become comfortable around you easier - Some might appear orderly, kept. I've seen someone with this not afraid to speak their mind however it was in a easier manor - Body should be treated like a temple, with care and consideration

2nd House

People get the impression that you aren't greedy - Sharing energy - Eating is relaxing - If you sing you could have a smooth undertone - "Gentle gardener" vibes - Spending money reasonably and responsibly - Your values come off as wise and sincere - If you do gardening or take care of plants this is an amazing aspect to have - Cooking could come naturally over time for you - This placement reminds me of smelling good food while walking in a plaza and wanting to find where it's coming from

3rd House

Tone of voice stands out to people as smooth - Your communication style isn't too harsh unless other aspects get in the way - People seem to respect you subconsciously - Can indicate a sibling who gives off this asteroids qualities in some prominent way - No drama between you and neighbors or you tend to stick to the middle ground - Can lead a group project if need be - In school you come off as someone who doesn't delve into fights or childlike activities, could indicate a teachers favorite (My little brother has this and even if someone's being hateful towards him/badmouthing, him he doesn't care. He's not timid he just shrugs it off and gives off uncaring energy towards harsh words people say at him)

4th House

If you're a parent/when you become one, you appear as a savior in the kids eyes, favorite parent energy - Orderly at home, not too strict but also not too laid back - The one you puts things back in line from time to time - Family could be drawn to you to get their emotions off their chest - Kids/Mother/Younger siblings can respect you secretly - Intelligent in the emotional spectrum, you know how to handle others and yours at times - When you get a home it can have a comfortable vibe - Could be in charge of household stuff

5th House

To strangers or aquaintances you might not come off as the "wild" type when it comes to partying - You look very relaxed when doing things you love - If you have a child they will resemble this asteroid in some particular way - In small relationships you give off a wise/chill impression - Teenagers going to the movies together then home to have a chill sleepover vibes - Future child could have a close spirit guide with this asteroids qualities

6th House

When people are sick they love being taken care of by you since you seem to not get irritated quickly or you feel like a home - If you ever work in the medical field this is a beautiful placement - You can calm people's worries if they are a hypochondriac - Animals love you or get comfortable with you easier - Not too harsh with animals when it comes to punishment or rules - Getting along with most coworkers at a job - Subordinates respect you or are easier to handle - Might have a coworker or subordinate that gives of "idc about this job or my boss" vibes

7th House

If you are working with people you could come off as kinda lighthearted and easier to work with - Business partners are humble and respectable - In a relationship you tend to give off these qualities in the way you show love - The relationships you make aren't forced - Might find peace while making aesthetics - Peace when you're with your lover - If you have a crush you aren't the one to "bully/tease" them (bully tease is something I use to describe people who will make fun or act like they don't like their crush in front of others when they really do- kinda like a tsundere in anime)

8th House

Warning//+18 stuff

Sex is savory not quick - Might be seen as submissive/doesn't mean you are - If you go to the bank or do something revolving loans/taxes/inheritences, you aren't hard to get along with compared to others out there that might argue - Not the type of people suspect people of lieing 24/7 because they don't need to, they have an easier time picking up on fraud and etc - If you conjoin assets you will be responsible with the money

9th House

Honestly this aspect reminds me of a pope in religion and churches - Very calm, practical and respectable presence - When you speak about religion or beliefs you seem to not come off as forceful but rather informational - The way you teach can be down-to-earth in a way and honestly this is a beautiful placement if you ever want to be a teacher or professor - Students won't give you as much of a harsh time because they might like you more than other teachers - When it comes to travel, if you are a foreigner you won't be seen as troublesome or disrespectful, a peaceful outsider vibe! - Actually some people here possibly find comfort from traveling, discovering new things about the world and etc

10th House

If you become famous or have a mass presence in the public eye, you will literally give off some form of vibe this asteroid gives off - "Peaceful Ruler" If you become a boss/manager, you could be the "chill boss" type that people tend to like, some of your subordinates may even crack jokes with you - If you become a father, chances are that your kid will take a liking to you and you have a good chance at being the favorite parent 😂 - this placement seems to not look suspicious in public but rather the opposite and easy to approach (unless other aspects crunch that up)

11th House

Might be drawn to actual easygoing and moreover chill people - Friends could view you as someone who seems to get a long well with a lot of people - Might be the middle ground of the group, if 2 friends get in a fight and the group of friends split up taking teams, then you can confront both and calm everyone down - Online you might not like to waste your time on drama - Could appear wise or mature no matter the age online - If you network with people it's a small gift that really comes in handy, it makes the process filled with ease - If you ever have a following or mass of people who like your content/business/etc then you won't appear to be conflicting or rude unless other aspects prove otherwise

12th House

Having an angel guide who has this vibe - Gracious healing energy towards others - Others might speculate you are calm and relaxed when alone, if they think about it - Finding peace in meditation, reiki, astral travel, paranormal, sleep, occult stuff! - Others might think you are somewhat of a daydreamer or imaginative/kinda like when you see someone in public in a daze as if they're thinking or disconnected - Might not snore in sleep - If you connect with ghosts/guides then you come off as kindhearted and easy to get along with - Possibility of having a guide with a lot of patience 🤣 (legit you mess up for the 700th time on something and they're like "👁👁💢 again?"

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missmorosis · 3 years

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sick manager :)

-> feat. sugawara and kuroo

part 1 with bokuto, oikawa, and tsukishima here!

genre: fluff!

synopsis: y/n, the manager of her school’s volleyball team, finds herself sick after days of hard work, yet she still goes to school to support her team~

warnings: the reader is sick, and she passes out in kuroo’s scenario :))

pairings: sugawara x reader, kuroo x reader (separate!!)

total word count: 1.5k

a/n: OKAY SO HAHHSLKDFJ RIGHT WHEN I WAS WRITING THIS CHAPTER I GOT SICK W/ A FEVER- I THINK I JINXED MYSELF OMG

i tried to make the scenario KINDA different, but with the same idea hehe

anYWAYS i’m so sorry if this makes like zero sense AHSLDKF- i wrote a lot while i was sick SO ill blame it on fever delusion if it flops 😌

OH AND THIS IS FOR @haikyuuheartsclub ty for reading the first one and asking for a part 2 hehe <33

You getting sick was inevitable.

You knew that you were bound to get sick with all of the work you had been doing and all of the late nights you spent preparing volleyball strategies, planning practice tournaments for your team, or studying until your eyesight blurred.

Being your school's volleyball team manager was not only hard, but it was ridiculously time consuming. Not to mention that you were bombarded with schoolwork, and you had exams coming up. Your stress levels had never been higher, and you were practically living off of caffeine with the amount of sleep you were always lacking.

So when you woke up with a sick feeling and the worst headache, you weren't completely surprised. Annoyed would have been a better word.

You knew that your team was getting ready for an important tournament, so you would have to stay extra long for practice. Groaning as you got ready, you weren't sure you could make it through the day.

You sluggishly pulled on a hoodie and brushed your teeth, taking note of how warm you felt as you washed your face. Grabbing a thermometer, you quickly measured your temperature.

100.4 Fahrenheit. Not too bad... just a low-grade fever. You tried to shrug it off and ignored how disgusting your body felt. You slung a backpack over your shoulder and walked out the door, heading to school.

You waited at the bus stop, shaking your head to try and make the sickness go away. When the bus arrived a while later, you plopped down onto the closest seat and you couldn’t stop your eyes from closing. You were just so... tired...

You drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of the bus driving across the road comforting you.

...

“Uh, Y/N?” Someone was shaking your side, and you immediately lifted your head from the bus window you were leaning on. It seemed like you just closed your eyes a second ago... where were you now?

"Mm?" you hummed sleepily, blinking slowly. You rubbed your eyes as the sunlight filtered through the window, and it made you feel warmer than you already felt.

"Hey, sorry to wake you, but we’re already at school." You looked outside, and he was right; you saw Karasuno in the near distance.

Your brain processed the fact that Sugawara, a third year from Karasuno’s volleyball team, was sitting next to you. You saw his blurred figure lean next to you, and he brushed some hair out of your face. His fingers grazed against your forehead, but he quickly froze.

"Y/N- Y/N! Why is your forehead so hot?" He studied your face with concerned eyes, noticing how tired you looked.

"Hm? No, it’s not. It wasn’t that high when I checked... probably the sunlight..." you mumbled, leaning on the back of your bus seat behind you. You put a hand on your forehead, and it confirmed that you were indeed burning up; it was considerably warmer than earlier in the morning. You groaned and got up.

"You don’t look too good, don't you think you should go home-" Sugawara started, but you interrupted him.

"No, you need your manager today, you guys have a game soon," you said, your tone tired but strict. Sugawara eyed you anxiously, but you waved him off. "I'll be fine," you reassured him. Grabbing your backpack, you got up from your seat, heading for the bus’ exit.

Woah.

You knew you were sick, but you didn't think you would be this dizzy. Everything seemed to sway to one side, and you put one arm on the seat of the bus, leaning on it for support. You rested your head on your arm, and you felt Sugawara’s arm wrapping around you for support.

“Alright, now you have no choice. You’re taking a break, whether you like it or not, clearly something’s not okay,” he told you, and you were too lightheaded to argue. You just nodded along and he helped you back into your seat.

You clutched your head as you tried to make everything go away. Sugawara went to talk to the bus driver in the background, and miraculously, the driver made an exception for you.

“We’re ahead of schedule anyways,” the bus driver reasoned. He turned the bus around, heading back towards your house.

“Okay, now that that’s done, you can sleep if you want to. You could probably use the rest, I can only imagine how tired you are...” Sugawara said softly, and you gave a small nod. You scooted further down into the seats, making enough space for the boy to sit next to you. He gladly obliged, and he couldn’t help but smile at the sight of you drifting off to sleep. Your head subconsciously drifted onto his shoulder, but he didn’t mind.

“Hey, Koushi?” you mumbled, your voice coated with sleepiness.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing... I just wanted to thank you.” Your eyes remained closed, and Sugawara couldn’t tell if the blush on your face was from your fever... or something else?

“You need to take breaks, you know. You work really hard, it’s a wonder you haven’t dropped dead yet,” he said, half jokingly. “Thank you.” You smiled, and finally fell asleep.

Kuroo found you in the classrooms; your head was down, and your headache was terrible. You were almost asleep; you were trying your best to stay awake, and you weren't sure how long you could keep it up.

He was walking down the halls, casually glancing into your classroom to see if you were finished, and he softly smiled at the sight of you.

"Tired, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, smirking as he tapped your shoulder.

"Hm?" You lifted your head up, surprised at the unexpected touch. "Oh- Kuroo, shut up," you replied, rolling your eyes as you stretched. He laughed and grabbed your backpack for you, slinging it over his own shoulder.

“Ready for practice?” he asked, looking down at you. You nodded, and the two of you walked to the gym.

Your head was killing you with every step you took, but you had no choice but to ignore it. You looked to the distance, trying to ease your headache. Kuroo’s voice was slowly melting into background noise.

Suddenly you froze and stopped walking, earning a curious glance from Kuroo. You were forgetting something...

“Wait- where’s my... backpack?” You spotted it on the boy next to you, and you shook your head. “Sorry, forgot that you had it,” you said, with a sheepish laugh.

“Something wrong?” he frowned. “You’re acting distracted... more distracted than usual, anyways.” You shook your head, deciding to keep your sickness to yourself.

“I’m good, just tired,” you assured him. He nodded slowly, and walked into the gym, you following close behind.

Only you, Kuroo, and the coaches were in the gym; you were early. You flashed a quick smile as you waved hello.

"Great, you guys are early. I have a couple strategies to discuss," the coach said, gesturing to a whiteboard in front of him. The two of you nodded, and he began to explain.

"Alright... if we're going to win this next match..." he started, but you couldn't make yourself pay attention. The only thing on your mind was how your head wouldn't stop hurting, everything seemed to echo, and just overall how sick you felt.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Kuroo asked, quirking an eyebrow in your direction. You snapped out of your sleepy state at the sound of your name.

“Wha-” You blinked, looking around at all of the eyes on you. You tried to remember what the others were talking about... oh. Strategies. Right. "I just think we... we need to..." You looked at thr whiteboard, but you couldn't focus. You swayed to one side, blinking hard. The world really seemed like it was tilting to one side... "Woah, sorry-" you tried to say.

"Y/N?" You saw Kuroo reach out towards you as you slowly lowered down into a fetal position, resting your head on your knees. "Hey, Y/N? You okay?" You swallowed.

"Yea- yeah. Just... give me a second," you breathed. You felt Kuroo kneel down next to you, and you were right; someone's arm wrapped around you for support, and you knew it was Kuroo's. You knew you were safe as you lost consciousness, falling further into his arms.

...

You awoke, and the first thought was how bright the gym lights were... they weren't this bright before...

"Oh- Y/N! You're awake," Kuroo said, rushing over to you. He put the back of his hand on your forehead. "You're still burning..." he said with a frown.

"Sorry," you muttered. "I don't know, I've been sick all day and I guess I couldn’t handle it..."

"Why didn't you tell me you weren’t feeling well?" he asked, concern clear in his voice. You smiled softly.

"It wasn't important... besides I have manager duties to take care of," you said with a sigh.

"Not if I can help it." He picked you up in one swift motion bridal-style, smirking as you struggled to get down. "I'm not letting you down; I'm taking you home and getting you some proper medicine for this fever of yours. Health is more important than volleyball." You huffed and flopped into his arms in defeat.

"Fine." You leaned closer into Kuroo's chest, and he smiled, satisfied with your surrender.

"That's my girl." You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

A/N: THESE WERE NOT THE BEST- I ADMIT BDHDDJNDJEW

hopefully these weren't too bad though-

haikyuu taglist: (send an ask to get added hehe) @floralkawa <3

MWAHH THANK YOU FOR READING!!

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bubblesreplies · 2 years

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Valentine’s Day

Connor x reader NSFW 18+ only!

You hate Valentine’s Day and Connor just wants to make you happy. Luckily for you, he always accomplishes his mission.

“‘ ...The reason that I went to Gen's room that night, was to tell her that it's over, because... because I'm in love with you, Lara Jean. Only you.’”

You sniffled.

“‘ You're what? Wait... How do we do this?’”

Another handful of popcorn. You fished the strays out of your bra and ate those too. (So what if it was disgusting? You were alone. On Valentine’s Day.)

“ ‘What do you mean?’” You watched, subconsciously leaning closer to the tv screen as Peter stalked ever closer to Lara Jean. Your heart threatened to burst out of your chest.

“ ‘What do you put into a contract for a real relationship?’”

You sighed dreamily, licking your fingers to rid them of butter and salt. You couldn’t help but giggle at her naivety, a stirring in your chest as you wished you were in her situation. Well, not hers specifically, maybe, but you certainly wouldn’t mind being that naive if it meant that somebody loved you that much.

You laughed along with Peter.

“‘ Nothing. You gotta trust. You gonna break my heart, Covey?’”

You waited, your breath hitching in your throat.

And then, of course, the kiss.

“ ‘I'd always fantasized about falling in love in a field,’” another sigh, a sip of your hot chocolate. ‘“but I just never thought it'd be the kind where you played lacrosse.’”

And, cue adorable outro scene. And end credits.

To All The Boys I’ve Loved Before was your third romantic comedy today. You’d called in sick to work (you were kind of sick, you reasoned. Or, at least, being sad should count) and you were currently bumming it out on your sofa, watching the most adorable movies known to planet earth, and eating your weight in junk food.

You couldn’t stand the precinct during Valentine’s Day. Half of the receptionists (like you) were dating each other, and every single one of them had a significant other except for you. Likewise, most of the officers were in a relationship of some kind, or at least had a solid hookup buddy. Even Connor had been going on dates with women lately.

Nope, you were the only real single one in the entire precinct. And it was your own damn fault, too. You could date any human guy you wanted, you’d had plenty ask you out within the last month.

But you, stupid you, had to go and fall in love with the cute android detective who smiled every time he saw you, and brought you coffee when he walked into work in the mornings, and let you sit at his desk and talk with him while you were supposed to be on your lunch break, and invited you over to Hank’s house to watch action movies and take Sumo for walks.

Sigh .

All platonically, of course. You’d been friends with him for over a year now, he’d been deviant for almost three and you were certain that if he harbored any romantic interest in you that he would’ve done something by now.

“Shit,” you hissed, shoving away the blanket that covered you and hopping off of your couch, two fingers pressed to your temples as you willed yourself to stop thinking about Connor Anderson. This is exactly why you couldn’t come into work today and this is exactly what you needed to be avoiding. “Time for a bubble bath, then,” you reasoned, grabbing your favorite erotica novel and heading to the bathroom. You just needed to get these feelings—and these stirrings within your navel—out of your system so you could face him tomorrow when you had to go back to work. You needed a good love story with some solid sex scenes, and a nice hot bath, and—

Knock, knock, knock.

You jumped, half of the buttons on your shirt already undone and quirked an eyebrow at yourself in the mirror. Who the hell would come knocking on your door at—shit, it was only one p.m.?—and on Valentine’s Day of all days.

You quickly checked your phone, but you hadn’t drunk invited any exes— or Connor, thank goodness— over today for any fun . So who the hell—

You heard your name through the door and turned white as a ghost when you recognized Connor’s voice. “Are you in there?” He asked, but you still stood, stunned, completely frozen in place and staring at yourself in your bathroom mirror.

“I—yes,” you answered, hurriedly doing up the buttons on your shirt and rushing to your front door. “Just a minute Connor!”

You finished buttoning up your shirt and gripped your door handle with a deep, steadying breath. What on earth was he even doing here?

Well, there was only one way to find out, after all.

You threw the door open and there stood your favorite person, with a shy smile and a bouquet of roses.

What. The. Fuck?

You were dreaming—you must have been dreaming—and you continued to stare at your dream version of Connor until his smile faded and his brows furrowed, eyes darting back and forth between and your apartment behind you.

“Er—do I have permission to come in, sunshine?” You blushed at his use of Hank’s nickname for you and simply nodded, robotically moving out of the way so Connor could enter your apartment. You suddenly got nervous— he’s been in your apartment a million times, idiot— and as you shut the door behind you, you couldn’t help but glance warily at his retreating back as he made his way over to your kitchen.

“Connor,” you spoke, having finally found your voice again. “What, um—what are you doing here? I called in sick today.” You nervously crossed your arms over your chest and eyed your messy couch—your half-eaten popcorn bowl, empty mug of hot chocolate, strewn blankets. You were not company ready

You glanced down at your button-up paired with your spandex. You were definitely not dressed appropriately for Connor’s company. He was used to seeing you in your professional work attire, and your modest pajamas during movie night.

Not your ass-hanging-out spandex.

As if reading your mind, Connor turned around with the roses, now in an old vase that used to belong to your mother, and cocked an eyebrow at you. And then, his eyes wandered down past your face and his cheeks turned dark blue at the sight of your very bare legs.

“I noticed that you weren’t there this morning, and then you didn’t come by my desk for your lunch break,” Connor answered, and you noticed he was trying really hard to avoid looking at your legs. You suddenly felt embarrassed and determined to excuse yourself to put some damn pants on. “I brought you some leftovers from the dinner that I made Hank last night, and I wanted to see if you were feeling well enough to try them.” He eyed your mess on the couch and you blushed again, hurrying over and picking away at the mess you had made. You passed him in the kitchen and blushed again when his eyes followed your legs like magnets.

“Oh,” you answered, stowing your dishes in the sink and washing your hands off as you eyed the roses . They were beautiful. “Yes, I’d love to try your dinner! I’m not, um, actually sick. I just didn’t really feel like coming into work today.” The admission embarrassed you; you knew Connor was very dedicated to his job and the thought of missing a day without a legitimate excuse probably never crossed his mind. “The, um—the roses are beautiful, Connor; are they for me?” He brought the damn flowers to your house and stored them in your vase. Yes they’re for you, you idiot.

“ Yes!” Connor answered excitedly, warming your heart as a hopeful feeling bubbled to the surface. “They’re from Hank and myself. He reminded me that it was Valentine’s Day and suggested that you might like some flowers for the occasion.”

“Oh,” you said again, your spirits dropping just a little bit. So they were from Hank—who knew about my crush on Connor and probably felt bad for me. Got it.

Connor seemed to sense your emotional dip because of course he did and frowned, eyeing the roses on the counter.

“Would you have preferred a different flower?”

“No!” You answered quickly, hurrying over to him and grasping his arm comfortingly. Connor startled and you quickly dropped your hand with a wince. “I—I mean, Connor, I love roses. I’m sorry, it’s not you; it’s this damn holiday ,” you growled, sluggishly stomping over to your couch and picking up the blanket you’d been using, holding it to your chest for comfort for a minute before folding it.

Connor furrowed his brows; a telltale sign of confusion.

“Valentine’s Day?” He questioned, his LED spinning yellow. You sighed and, with a solemn nod, fell backwards onto your couch in sadness. “My past experience with the holiday—though not as extensive as yours—indicates that it’s a joyous one. Why are you not fond of it?”

You could only manage a depressing chuckle at his question and you began to play with your hair, listening to Connor’s footsteps as he made his way over to you slowly.

“May I sit?” He asked, shrugging off his jacket and placing it on your recliner. You smiled at him and turned yourself upright, patting the space next to you invitingly. Connor smiled—your heart stopped—and then he sat next to you.

“For most people I’m sure it is an enjoyable holiday,” you admitted, glancing back at the roses with a smile. “But it’s always been a little hard, for me; I’ve had my fair share of relationships but somehow, I always end up single on Valentine’s Day. And I just—I see those movies and I want what they have, but I’m so damn picky because I only want it with one—“

You stopped short of what you were about to say next, and you felt your ears burning in embarrassment. You were sure your face was bright red. Connor was studying your face intently.

“What movies?” He asked, and of all of the damn questions he could have asked, you were equal parts relieved and disappointed that that’s what he decided to fixate on.

“Romantic movies,” you answered, gesturing to the plethora of movie titles on your tv screen. “You know—the ones where they always end up together in the end and it’s so incredibly cute and also super unrealistic?”

He quirked an eyebrow at you.

“Connor, have you never watched a romantic comedy?”

“I’ve only seen the movies that I’ve watched with you and Hank,” he answered, settling himself back into the couch and pulling at your blanket to spread it over himself. He grinned at you. “But it sounds like I need to expand my education; care to put one on?”

Your jaw dropped and you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Shouldn’t you be getting back to work?” You questioned, eyeing the clock. Connor shook his head and smiled sweetly at you.

“Hank let me take the rest of the day off so that I could come and check on you,” Connor answered, fiddling with the ends of the blanket. He was always fidgeting with something when he was nervous. “I did think you were sick. I was a bit worried.”

Guilt rushed over you and you hugged him impulsively before your mind could tell you not to do it.

“I’m really sorry, Connor,” you apologized, squeezing him tighter as his own arms went around you. “I really didn’t mean to worry you—I just couldn’t face all of the couples at the precinct today. Watching everybody get presents, and talk about their Valentine’s Day plans, and kiss —ugh, it sounded absolutely miserable.” You couldn’t help yourself; you snuggled your nose into his collarbone and took a deep breath in, feeling comforted by his warmth and closeness.

“I like love,” Connor contradicted, his breath tickling your ear, and your heart melted at his innocence. You loved how much beauty he still saw in the world. “It makes me...happy, to see other people happy.” You smiled against his cheek and pulled away, squeezing his hand with another large smile.

“I know, Connor. It’s one of the things that I love about you.” Your heart skipped a beat when you realized what you’d said and you watched as Connor’s LED turned red for a moment. You began mentally berating yourself until Connor smiled at you and you removed your hand from his, putting a healthy distance between the two of you. Clearly, the holiday was making you crazy and the last thing that you wanted to do was drive away your closest friend.

“So, you want to become educated, huh?” You winked at him and turned to the tv, remote in hand. You could feel his eyes still on you and faintly see his LED turn red again as he watched you. You gulped. “Do any of these look good to you?”

“How about we watch your favorite one?” Connor interjected, reaching over and taking the remote from your hands. This time you did look over at him but he was concentrated on the TV screen, and you cocked your head questioningly. “Ah, there it is,” he spoke again, grinning from ear-to-ear. He turned to you then and gestured towards the tv screen. “This one is your favorite—right?” You made an incredulous little sound at the back of your throat and turned towards your tv, your heart thumping, and feeling like it may just as well fall out of your chest when you saw that he had correctly picked your favorite romantic comedy— Enchanted.

“Oh my gosh!” You laughed, bumping Connor’s shoulder with yours. “How did you know that this one was my favorite?” Connor only shrugged deviously and winked at you, causing your entire body to feel as if you’d been electrocuted. Eagerly, he pressed play on your movie and you thanked God that you’d already had the lights dimmed as the movie started.

You grinned as the movie started and couldn’t stop the excited squeak that exited your mouth when Giselle began to sing. Connor laughed beside you and you jumped when you felt his arm next to yours, causing a furious blush to spread across your neck and cheeks. When had he gotten that close to you? Or did you move closer to him?

You flushed and you were certain he was watching you.

You focused in on the movie, but you still couldn’t help but wonder if Connor was actually enjoying this. He sure seemed like he was; laughing at the right moments, making comments to you, nudging you and pointing out all of his favorite parts.

You almost forgot why you hated Valentine’s Day.

“Oh, shh,” you hissed, even though Connor wasn’t actually saying anything at the moment. “ This is my absolute favorite part.” That seemed to get his attention and you watched him out of the corner of your eye, studying how intently he was studying the screen. You turned back to the movie quickly and sighed dreamily once again, causing Connor to shift next to you.

Giselle and Robert danced on screen to your favorite song, So Close , and you closed your eyes for a second, else your emotions overtake you. It was the cutest scene in movie history, probably, and you really didn’t want to think about how it related to yours and Connor’s relationship right now.

Suddenly, your ear started to tickle and you realized that your hair was swinging up and down on your earlobe. Confused, you moved your hand to move your hair away, only to make contact with Connor’s hand at the base of your shoulder. You glanced down and, sure enough, he was intertwining his fingers into your hair, twirling it around and encasing his fingers everywhere into it. You turned to look at his face nervously and he was already looking at you, his deep brown eyes boring into yours.

He smiled back at you and shifted his body, his arm falling down your side and pulling you into him. Your head fell onto his shoulder, his chin resting atop your head, and for once in your life you allowed yourself to feel and not overthink this. His arm went around your middle and you covered his arm with your own, your hand grasping his as you snuggled further into him.

Connor took this as an invitation to move closer, and he rested his other hand on your bare knee, his thumb rubbing soothing circles across your skin.

Your heart was pounding.

“I understand now,” Connor whispered and you turned your face towards his, questions shining in your eyes and your noses almost touching. You couldn’t breathe. “You want what they have.”

“Yes,” you confirmed, unable to stop your eyes from flickering briefly to his lips, even as you mentally beat yourself up for it.

“You said yourself, many men are interested in you,” Connor muttered, and he was no longer looking at you, but at your lips. You couldn’t breathe; you couldn’t focus on anything anymore. “Why don’t you let yourself have that?”

“I don’t want it with them ,” you barely whispered, shifting your body so that your inner thigh was touching his and his arm around you fell past your waist to the bottom of your spandex. His breath hitched. “I’ve only ever wanted it with one person.”

“For how long?” Connor questioned, scooting even closer, his lips barely hovering above yours. “How long have you felt this way about me?”

Your heart felt as if it was constricting; you didn’t know how he knew how you felt about him, but now that you knew that he knew, you were certain there was no denying it or turning it back around anymore. You were done pretending.

“As long as I can remember knowing you,” you admitted, fully aware, and really knowing that you sounded a little bit crazy.

Connor beamed at you then and you suddenly got even more nervous; you began to pull away when he snuck a hand behind your head, intertwining his fingers in your hair once again, and stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“Don’t pull away from me,” he begged, leaning in close enough for his bottom lip to barely rub against your top one. “I’d...very much like to kiss you now,” he whispered, and even though it was awkward and should have killed the romance, it was such a Connor thing to say and you loved him for it.

“I’d very much like for you to kiss me now,” you teased, and Connor grinned at you before pressing a kiss...to your cheek. You moaned in failed anticipation.

Connor laughed.

“You’re very cute when you’re frustrated,” was the only thing he said before suddenly, his lips had captured yours and his hands were gripping your waist, desperately pulling you closer and closer to him.

It was like the two of you were letting out bucket loads of pent up sexual tension as his hands roamed over your body and yours did the same to him, his kisses becoming more and more passionate and hungry. You wondered, briefly, if Connor had ever done this before because there was no reason he should be this damn good at it.

“Those shorts,” he commented between kisses, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you, his mouth making quick work at your neck and smiling at your gasps and moans. “Why don’t you ever wear them to work?”

You laughed out loud at that and Connor reared back, sending you a questioning look as you ran your fingers through his incredibly soft hair.

“My spandex aren’t exactly work appropriate , Connie,” you giggled, moving his hands down from your waist to your backside, hoping he’d get the hint and you wouldn’t have to explain to him what you wanted him to do next.

He grinned wickedly at you and began nibbling at your ear, your hips bucking in response to his ministrations.

“That may be so,” he admitted, grinding his own hips against yours and grinning at the whimpering mess you had become. “But they’re so... sexy.”

You couldn’t even manage to giggle at his words because they sent such intense heat to your core and you could only pull him down to you again, claiming his lips as your own and plunging your tongue into his mouth. Connor seemed to agree with your eagerness and hooked a thumb inside your spandex. You anxiously waited for him to take them off and when he never did, you pulled away and pouted.

“Well, what are you waiting for, Connor?” You asked, practically begged him, “ take them off .”

Connor’s LED turned yellow and he suddenly moved off of you, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips in frustration. You sat up instantly, dread filling your stomach as you wondered desperately what you might have done wrong. Had you moved too quickly? It seemed like the two of you were on the same page, but obviously—

“I don’t want you to believe that I came over here with the strict purpose of engaging in sexual intercourse with you,” Connor explained, once again looking into your eyes. “As much as I would like to...do that with you, I didn’t come here with the sole intent of having sex.”

“Okay,” you answered, confused. “We don’t have to do anything that you wouldn’t like to do, Connor—“

“No,” he interrupted, taking your hand in both of his and scooting back over to you. “You misunderstand; I would very much like to have sex with you.”

You huffed in frustration. “Then why—“

“You need to understand that I intend to pursue a romantic relationship with you,” Connor interrupted once again, moving a strand of hair behind your ear and letting his hand linger on your cheek. You pressed your face into it with a smile, almost wondering if you really were still dreaming. “I’ve...tried to let my intentions be known over the last six months but I fear I haven’t been as straightforward as I needed to be. So, here I am now, and...I’ve fallen in love with you. I know that you’re a human and I...I am not—“

“I don’t care about that,” you insisted, pulling him back to you by his shirt and capturing his lips again, quickly. You pulled away, smiling, and said: “I love you for you, Connor. For exactly what you are. So yes I’ll be your girlfriend, and if you don’t shut up and kiss me right now I will be forced to rip my own pants off and I’d much rather you do it—“

Connor immediately cut you off and shoved you back into the couch, his fingers making quick work of the buttons on your shirt as you squealed with glee. Connor fixated on your collarbone, sucking vigorously, and you knew that you were going to mark beautifully.

Your shirt was long gone within seconds and you slowly made your way with his shirt, eventually just giving up and shrugging it up over his head. Connor eagerly helped you, lips pressed to your collarbone, as he began to nip, lick, and suck every square inch of your neck.

You rolled your hips in time with his, and you could feel him through his pants; he was ready and it really turned you on that he was so raring to go already. You shoved your feet into his jeans and pushed them down past his knees with a giggle while Connor shook his head into your collarbone, smiling.

“I’m sure there was an easier way to do that,” he teased, his mouth suddenly sucking on the pressure point behind your ear.

You had a retort but he had you a bit too preoccupied when he pressed his tongue back into your mouth.

You ran your hands over his underwear, softer than you imagined it would be, before you finally got brave enough to cup him through his pants, teasing him. Connor groaned against you and threw his head back, his eyes closing and lips pursing in pleasure. He opened his eyes and grinned at you, pushing his lips onto yours as he began frenching you all over again.

You didn’t think twice as you hooked your fingers underneath his underwear and pulled them down to his ankles. Connor kicked them off eagerly, never once breaking contact with your lips as he was suddenly naked. You pulled away, with every intent to check him out, but he pulled you back to his mouth insistently and pushed his hands up your shirt, helping it over your head.

You were significantly more dressed than him; he was completely naked, and you were still in your bra and your spandex. If the pout on his face was any indication, he was upset by the inequality and very eager to get you on a level playing field.

You giggled and shucked your bra, flushing at his eyes widening at the sight of your bare breasts. He didn’t waste any time in exploring the new, exposed skin of your body with his fingers and his mouth.

It wasn’t longer until your spandex were off and forgotten too.

The next hour was a mess of limbs, sweat, moans, gasps, hair—anything and everything was a green light until he finally looked into your eyes and placed himself at your entrance.

“I’ve...never gotten this far before,” he admitted, a blue blush stroking his cheeks. “Are you sure you want to—“

“ Yes,” you hissed, fingernails clutching his shoulders and pulling him in deep, getting chills as he moaned. “ Hell, yes!”

Connor didn’t need much instruction as he pumped in and out, never out for long, somehow knowing where you needed him the most.

It wasn’t long until you were screaming in release and he followed soon after.

In the afterglow of it all, he cuddled you into his side, your naked limbs intertwining as he pressed multiple kisses all over your face and your hair.

You grinned.

He murmured your name and you turned towards him eagerly, your eyes gazing into his soft brown ones.

“I love you too, by the way,” he teased you, and you quickly replayed your conversation in your head—you had told him you loved him. Inadvertently, obviously, but still. The words had been spoken, and you didn’t really want to take them back now anyway.

“Have you enjoyed your Valentine’s Day?” Connor whispered in your ear, his fingers stroking your back and his other hand squeezing you into his chest.

You sighed and smiled dreamily as you turned around to face him. “Yes,” you responded, scrunching your nose in embarrassment. “We just had sex like, seven times, Connor.” Connor laughed in response and you noted that while he didn’t laugh very often, he seemed to be unable to stop laughing here with you.

You pressed kisses to his neck and jawline, nuzzling against his face. You closed your eyes and you were almost asleep, when you heard what sounded like a muffled, “mission accomplished.”

You say straight up and Connor was grinning, his right hand continuing to stroke your back with a wink.

“What?” You asked, poking him in his side playfully and he recoiled in shock. “What did you just say?”

Connor shrugged and pulled you back to him, whispering in your ear, “I overheard you a few weeks ago talking about how much you hated Valentine’s Day, so I decided my new mission would be to change your mind. I always accomplish my mission, you know.”

You rolled your eyes against his chest and teased, “ah; so the sex and the love was just a part of your mission , then. Say anything you need to to get me to like Valentine’s Day?” Connor’s hand froze and his LED went yellow. You felt your smile drop from your face.

“No,” Connor scrambled, “I was just being cheeky—I really do—“

“Joking,” you reassured, placating him with a sweet but firm kiss. “Besides, you can do whatever you want as long as you tell me you love me every hour of the day, deal?”

Connor laughed, relieved, and gently brushed his lips against your cheek.”

“New mission registered.”

You grinned.

#connor x reader #detroit become human

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glowingbadger · 3 years

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Okay folks, get ready for a Modern Au Fluffy Megapost~

Firstly, Sylvain and Dimitri have gotten a fluff post already that you can see here if you like! I'll think about whether I have anything to add that would be relevant to a Modern AU for them, but their sections are gonna be shorter as a result.

Yuri, Felix, Ashe x GN Reader

Fluffy relationship headcanons - SFW

Yuri:

- At first, it's not really in Yuri's base nature to be soft and gentle towards a lover. "Delicate" in the cunning, teasing sense, perhaps- but vulnerable and kind? Less so. Which is why it's a bizarre feeling for him when he finds himself wanting to be softer to you- wanting to comfort you and hold you and protect you. He doesn't really know what to do with this new-found tenderness at first, but it will start to manifest in how he treats you despite himself. His tone is completely different with you, he smiles to himself whenever he checks his phone to see you've messaged him, he starts saving songs you mention to listen to later- he simply can't help it.

- He won't let on that he's got quite a lovely singing voice for some time (he intentionally doesn't audition for musicals)- but one night, as your head rests on his lap as he reviews a script for the next play on campus that he's performing in, he starts quietly humming to himself. He stops as soon as he realizes you've noticed, but you carefully say, "I'm... pretty sure I recognize that song- how does the rest go?" He indulges you, humming the rest, even peppering in some of the lyrics. But by the end, he smiles with a quirked eyebrow and pokes your cheek playfully, "Don't think you fooled me with that line earlier- you couldn't repeat a single note of that song, you were just goading me into singing it."

- After this though, he does treat you to a song or two whenever you're upset or not feeling well. He knows that, with all of the complex and duplicitous relationships he's left behind him, it's a relief to finally have something he can give you that he's never willingly given to a partner before. So when you're sick or stressed or dealing with a mental health issue, he'll stroke your hair and sing softly to you, the quiet smile you wear tugging sweetly at his heart.

Dimitri:

(most of my thoughts are in the link above)

- Dimitri loves doing boyfriend tasks for you, like carrying heavy things (really any things) for you, reaching the top shelf, opening jars (he has broken one or two), and so on. He's the type to make sure to hold the umbrella over you even if it means he gets rained on.

- He's a clumsy texter, and his messages to you are always full of type-o's and ridiculous auto-corrects. He also has every voicemail you've ever left him saved on his phone and will listen to them when he hasn't seen you for a while.

Sylvain:

(once again, he's in the link up there)

- He sends you stupid memes of animals with "this is us" typed below. Most of his signs of affection are dumb and cute but goofy like that, and getting him to actually level with you and express his genuine love and care for you can be pretty rare.

- Sylvain secretly likes romcoms, like, a lot. He tries to brush it off, saying, "Oh you know, I've just seen a lot of them on dates." but his encyclopedic knowledge of their plots and cast suggest otherwise. Once he fesses up to you though, he refuses to meet your gaze and mutters, "it's just.. nice sometimes to think that a relationship can actually be like that, y'know?"

Felix:

- He's so bad at being soft, but he wants to be for you, but also doesn't want to be because ew feelings. Which he has a lot of. This is why the main way he expresses his affection is through physical contact. It's mostly in private, where he can be super cuddly with you- but in public, he'll still find times to lightly brush his hand against yours, or an excuse to "fix" your hair, mumbling, "It's flying all over the place, hold still-" even though it's really not that out of place, he just wants a reason to touch you.

- Felix is a funny one to bring your problems to. He's actually a surprisingly good listener for someone he cares about, so he's happy to just hold onto your hand and listen to you vent about whatever's bothering you. If it's an interpersonal problem, he'll probably offer to confront or straight up fight whoever is giving you trouble, which might at least get you to laugh, even though he fully means it. But for a more serious problem, he'll quietly wipe away your tears and remind you, "Hey, listen- you just... keep living your life as you, okay? You can't be anyone else, and I don't want you to be."

- He secretly loves it when you play with his hair. While he's studying or gaming, he likes to lean back against the edge of his bed or a couch and have you sitting behind him brushing out his hair, or even braiding or pulling it up for him if you like. He finds your touch incredibly soothing, and there have even been times when he's spaced out a bit and completely forgotten what he was doing because he was just enjoying your nails along his scalp and your fingers through his hair. Honestly, it's a bit like scratching a cat's ears- he'll even subconsciously lean against you if he's not careful.

Ashe:

- 'soft' is Ashe's default state in a relationship, and it is just the cutest. He wears his affections openly on his sleeve, and if you're upset or unwell, his concern is completely obvious. When you're sick, he'll immediately start looking up your symptoms and any possible solutions, and he's always got extra pillows and blankets to lend you. He knows your favorite snacks and movies by heart, and always has them on hand for off-days.

- He loves cooking for you, and cooking with you, if you're into it. There's something so intimate and domestic about making and enjoying meals together, and he has an uncanny way of making the best of even a crappy little college dorm/apartment kitchenette. Though, you're going to have to set some strict boundaries with your friends about date nights, because if you let them, your friends and his will swarm to his cooking and mooch off of the fruits of your labor- and we all know Ashe is too nice to say no.

- Ashe absolutely wants to own a pet with you. Perhaps even before moving in together, he'll help you select a small, low maintenance pet, and he'll always be delighted to come visit it and help you take care of it. If you're living together, he definitely wants a cat or a small dog, and he's a total pet-dad about it. He'll give them cute little bandanas to wear, experiment with which brand of food they seem to like best and so on. He gets a bit shy if you tease him about his doting, but ultimately, he'll just kiss your cheek or forehead and say, "I just want to take care of you both as best I can, that's all."

#yuri leclerc #dimitri alexandre blaiddyd #sylvain jose gautier #felix hugo fraldarius #ashe ubert #fire emblem #fire emblem x reader #x reader #fire emblem three houses #fe3h #feh #fire emblem headcanons #modern au

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milkytheholy1 · 3 years

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An ordinary life: Part 4

Marvel masterlist

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5

Minor spoliers for episode 7

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"C'moooon, whatta ya say to a run around the mansion one last time?"

"I don't know Peter, I've still got to pack up all this stuff-"

"Oh c'mon, you're like the only person I know who doesn't get sick when I stop now."

"Yeah because I'm the only person who willingly goes on runs with you."

"Pretty please...With a cherry on top?"

"Uh, fine."

"Yesss! You're not gonna regret this (Y/N)."

"It's a good job I love you."

Waking up in the warmth of Peter's arms just felt right, in a world where everything felt wrong, being here felt good, justified even. Shifting to rest your head against his chest, your eyes roamed the expanse of his face, dazing at all the hidden features the sunlight brought out. Last night had been important, for many reasons. For one, you both decided that calling Pietro 'Peter' felt more natural and real, number two: the first I love yous, followed by phenomenal sex.

Casting your gaze to the adjacent blinds, you beamed at the warmth the sun provided. Hearing his light breaths against your skin made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside, the scattered clothes on the floor only adding onto last nights memories. Speaking of memories, you felt as though there was something your brain was hiding from you, something that had been unravelling in your subconsciousness since you got here.

Wiggling out of Peter's embrace, you placed your feet onto the plush carpet of your room; enjoying the brief moment of serenity. Grabbing some of your clothing off of the floor, you made an effort to look somewhat decent in your crimpled clothes. Pulling the t-shirt over your head, you felt strong arms wrap around your waist, his cheek pushing into your back "You know you don't have to get up yet?" he mumbled.

Trying your best to pat down the springy nature that was his hair, you smiled at him, "I know, but someones got to see if Wanda's alright." Peter layed back on the bed, his arms crossing over his eyes as he released a heart sigh "Do you think she's been acting strange recently?"

"Recently?" you echoed, now roaming around the room picking up odd bits of laundry, Peter let out a small chuckle "Yeah, yeah I know. It's just... It's all coming apart and I don't know if I'm meant to help her or stay out of her way." You frowned at his saddened tone, opting to sit on the edge of the bed next to him. "Look, it's sweet that you care about your sister, but I'm sure that whatever is happening between Wanda and Vision will fix itself; it always seems to in Westview."

Peter smiled at you, but it didn't feel real more like an illusion of what a real smile should be. Groaning, he began to sit up, the quilt covers resting comfortably around his bare waist "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I always am," you muse, moving away from the bed and out of the door. Peter stared at the door frame, sparks and flashes of reality hijacking his mind. He was aware, he had been for a while, but he was waiting, stalling really. He didn't know how he arrived, he didn't know where he came from if he's being honest; didn't know why he suddenly ended up in Westview. But the moment he saw Wanda, he just knew, just knew there was a family relation and that he was needed.

"Things have been going good recently, well for me at least. I'm pretty sure Vision hasn't been home for like three days now, or something? Guess they're going through a real rough patch right now, but it's nothing that can't be fixed. I'm sure Wanda enjoyed her time alone, and she's cuddled up with the kids on the couch as we speak."

Peter had followed behind you, finally dressed and ready to leave. Wrapping his arms around you one more time before he left, he snuggled his nose against your neck "I'll miss you," he mumbled, the vibrations making you laugh. Pulling away you gave him a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, "You'll see me later, you goof." he did it again, the smile that didn't feel real. Bidding him a sweet goodbye, you felt the gust of wind blow against your frame as he dashed out of the door and went to who knows where.

Sitting back on the couch, feet pushed onto the coffee table, you grabbed the remote and began channel surfing. Jumping at the sound of knocking on your door, you paused your show and slowly made your way to the door. The sound got more aggressive and repetitive as you approached the modern wood. Swinging it open with annoyance, that quickly faded away when you saw how worried and restless Wanda looked standing in front of you.

"Where are they?" she breathed, her fingers fidgetting. You looked at her confused "Where is who?" you questioned, scared as her eyes seemed to quickly scope the downstairs of your house. Pushing past you, Wanda stomped into your house rushing to each room with urgency, "Whoa Wanda, hang on a minute, what's going on? Who are you looking for?"

"The boys, you never brought them home last night so I thought that maybe they had stayed over with you, but then you never brought them back and I thought- I thought.." her emotions got the better of her as she collapsed onto your couch, tears gushing from her eyes. Moving swiftly beside her, you tried your best to comfort her, hands rubbing soothing circles over her back. "Wanda I would never take the boys away from you, you're an excellent mother. Agnes actually looked after the boys last night when something...urgent came up. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you, it completely slipped my mind." you began rambling, not daring to look at her.

How could you have been so foolish as to not tell the mother of her children that you had just given away her kids to someone else after promising to look after them. You were a horrible guardian, although part of you did blame Peter, but since he wasn't here to explain to his sister it was up to you.

"What?" Wanda heaved out, her fingers clutching into a claw-like grip. Standing up suddenly the couch beneath you disappeared causing you to fall to the floor. Staring up at Wanda like she was out of her mind, you shuffled backwards as she approached you "You gave away my kids to someone else?" her tone was venomous.

"How dare you assume that was okay to do (Y/N)! You don't know what's best for them, they're my kids!" standing now, you kept close to the wall cautiously watching Wanda as she took confident steps towards you. This wasn't Wanda, her eyes were glowing red, hands twisting and contorting with power. With a sudden sway of her hand, you had been flung from the house, your back forcibly breaking through wood and plaster. Landing in the front garden covered in dust and dirt, you rubbed your aching muscles and heaved out air.

Wanda walked through the rubble, effortlessly reversing the crash, each bit of broken material seamlessly fixing itself as though nothing had happened. "Wanda," you warned, your frame was shaking and sore. She ignored you, the redness in her eyes growing more and more intense "I think you should leave." came her command, her fingers playing with the red magic in her hands. You were scared, more scared than you ever have been in your life. "It was a mistake to bring you here, I was dumb to think you could blend in without causing trouble. But I guess I was wrong."

Wanda's magic moved towards you, the red serpents quickly suffocating you as you levitated into the air. Tilting her head, she sent you a devious smile "Goodbye." All you could feel was the air being knocked out of you as you flew through countless houses out into the middle of nowhere, passing by green fields and families. Feeling the hard impact of metal, the vice grip Wanda's magic had on you faded as you slid down to the pavement. Your breathing was ragged, coming out in harsh pants.

Your hands couldn't support you, too busy aching from the amount of solid objects you easily sailed through. There was sound around you, voices that you couldn't quite recognise just yet, your hearing was still just a loud bell ringing in your ear.

"(Y/N)?" you could barely make out, feeling the cold grip of a hand on your shoulder. Swaying your head upwards you caught the glimpse of red, eyes squinting harshly at your saviour. "(Y/N), can you hear me? How did you get here?" You felt your body being moved again, now sitting up against what you presumed was a vehicle. "Dude, isn't that your neighbour? They look messed up, what do you think happened to them?"

"I can only imagine it had something to do with Wanda, I dread to know what else she's doing while I'm away."

"I guess it's a good job we were stuck at this red light then, huh? Otherwise, they would have gone straight through that barrier."

"Perhaps, maybe going through there wouldn't have been so bad for them."

"Well, they must have done something to piss Wanda off to get sent this far out."

Vision called out your name again, your throat hummed in response. "(Y/N)? If you can hear me then I'm going to try something, just relax!" he shouted like he was talking to someone with a hearing problem. He gently placed his fingers on both sides of your head, the infinity stone pressed into his head glowing brighter as he scavenged through your memories. Your face contorted, silent screams ripping out of you, "Are they meant to be doing that?" Darcy asked slightly worried, taking a few steps back in case anything were to happen.

"Its- they're not from this world," Vision stated, his grip on your mind loosening, Darcy stared at him puzzled "So, like, what? Are they from a different planet or something?" Vision shook his head, his face now wincing in pain "No! Anoth-another reality, being here...it's causing them pain." He couldn't handle it anymore, forcing his fingers away from your head he let out laboured breaths. Standing from his crouched position next to you, he stumbled his was to Darcy, "I don't know how they got here, but I felt another, someone similar to them."

"So they didn't come here alone?"

"It doesn't seem like it, no."

"Do you know how they got here?" Darcy investigated, she started leaning against the cream paint job of their stolen van, internally groaning when she saw another flock of school kids crossing the street. Vision stood staring at your face "No, but it seems that they came here with their own free will. Maybe I can try something..." Vision muttered, slowly approaching your unconscious body.

Pushing his fingers back to your temples, he tried to do a 'system restart' on your brain, forcing the muscle to awaken. Your eyes snapped wide open, memories flooding your brain faster than you could process them. Pulling away from Visions grip, you pushed yourself up against the van stumbling slightly. "Easy," Vision eased, his hands stretching out towards you, "(Y/N), it's me Vision. I'm not here to hurt you-"

"I remember," you muttered in disbelief, flexing your hands. Looking back up at the duo with a nervous but excited smile you screamed "I remember! Oh my god, I remember!" Darcy looked towards Vision, a witty smile gracing her lips "They seem to be taking it pretty well."

Vision scoffed at her remark, quickly approaching you "(Y/N), listen to me. Do you remember how you got here?" You stilled your sporadic movements, trying your hardest to keep your mind straight. "I-I was back at the mansion, we couldn't find Peter and I got worried. I remember talking to the professor about it but he couldn't find Peter either, no one could. I got angry and stormed off, I was in the garden and then I woke up in Westview." Vision and Darcy shared a look with each other, obviously, they had many questions, many that you could answer and some that provided to be more difficult.

"Who's Peter?" Darcy asked, scratching at the chipped paint of the van, "I remember everyone that's in this show and I can promise you there was no Peter." You looked almost worried, you could have sworn you remember seeing Peter here. Although your memories of your fake life had suddenly become fuzzy when given the gift of reality. Realisation dawned on you, running to the door of the van you chastised the others to get in and drive.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What's the big rush?" Darcy mocked, now perched behind the steering wheel. You had sat in the middle, comfortable between Vision and Darcy staring out through the front window. "If you think we can get back to Westview in a hurry, clearly you've missed the numerous amount of obstacles my wife has placed in front of us." As mentioned by Vision, you watched a flock of sheep and their farmer slowly walk pass giving you a brief tip of his hat.

"But I have to find Peter, and I have to find him now," you demanded, your patients was running thin. Darcy leaned back against the chair, hands idly playing with the rubber encased around the wheel, "You still never said who Peter was." Sighing, you confessed with eyes full of love "He's my boyfriend, been together for years. He suddenly disappeared someday, people said he was lost but I didn't believe them."

"And you're certain he's in Westview?" Vision asked, staring at the town in the distance, you shook your head "Absolutely, in fact, I'm pretty sure you've already met him." Visions head bowed down, a great look of pitty and guilt washed over him, "I need to get to my wife." he admitted, effortlessly floating up through the roof of the tin van. You and Darcy shared a look at each other then back up to the roof, "So I guess we'll see you there then?" she questioned.

Huffing back into her seat, she looked to you, "Don't suppose you have any hidden powers, huh?" you let out a boisterous laugh "Welll," you mused. Your hand lighting up a bright yellow, god you were thankful that when Vision restored your memory it also restored your mutation. You guessed you always had them but the memory of using them had vanished. Pushing yourself out of the door, you moved your hand in a circular motion creating a portal big enough to fit through. Darcy watched you as your body disappeared into the light, the portal closing almost immediately. Tapping her fingers against the wheel, she looked ahead muttering under her breath: "Great."

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