#thx for your patience anon ~

[skullsnbruises]

hi there! im not sure if u still do requests but if you do can u ples do som g!george and T!dream if u can? Thx! -anon

A mini comic for your patience U.U

#mcyt g/t #dsmp g/t #g!george #g!dream #t!dream #sunnys art #posts by sunny

[rosiewritesstuff]

Yo! your blog rocks and i see it's only beginning, so im throwing in a request if you can do it ill be on cloud 9. im a Gladio fan so if i can get a fluffy one with him that be swell. like the big man offering flowers to reader from time to time before asking her out. thx XXX

No Name

Part 1/4

Gladiolus x Fem!Kingsglaive!Reader

DESCRIPTION: You are a tired Glaive with a thin patience for dating, noise, and crowded spaces-- After just getting your heart broken once again, you decide to sail alone in the sea of singleness. However, when being caught filtering in and out of a high security area where you do not belong, you find yourself in a pickle that is too hard to explain… and the problem itself has pretty amber eyes and rippling pectorals.

Authors Note: Hello Anon! I am so sorry this took FOREVER for me to write. (And when I mean forever— I mean FOREVER) I am sure you moved on by now and left this fandom in your rear view mirror, but I will never leave a request unfulfilled— even if it becomes dusty within my request box. But I hope I can make up for the lengthy time gap by giving you a huge story in return. This is probably the longest fic I have written and published ever in my life! I hope I did your request justice, as well as Gladio! Enjoy!

With all this being said, I am now getting to the other request in my inbox! I am so sorry for the wait everyone. Just know I am doing my best to fulfill your requests! For the time being, lets bring on the Gladio love!! -Rosie

Warning: story does contain swearing. Read at your own risk. (Slow burn)

Like it and wish to continue? Here is Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

The morning after a rough, emotionally tolling evening, always held a bit of a sting. When you woke, it was almost like you had forgotten everything that had occurred. Your eyes groggily drank in the cracked pattern of plaster on your ceiling, before trudging down to the split within your curtains. Sunlight fought to stream through the thick fabric, and managed only a bit, giving a small beam of golden light to your bedroom. You sighed, arm falling limply over your eyes in hopes to filter out the small victory the sun had against your curtains. Your alarm hadn't gone off yet, and you had no intentions of getting up any earlier then you already had to.

Motionless you laid, waiting for your body to lull back to sleep. However seconds seemed to drag on more like hours, and your mind began its menial task of compartmentalizing all you had to do for that day.

It wasn't until you finally gave in to your roused state, when everything began to set in again. Disappointment. Sheer and utter disappointment. Not to mention dread. With a heavy sigh, your arm that draped over your eyes shot up and grabbed your phone that rested on your nightstand; still connected to the charger. You were shocked— That even through your anguish, you still managed to put your phone on the hook. That was beside the point. You blinked away the haze within your eyes and read the time that sat in bold white letters against your lock screen. 7:30.

You shifted to sit up, back resting on the headboard of your bed. Unlocking your phone, you sifted through social media, text messages, old pictures, you even flittered through little time wasting games that somehow made it onto your phone. You did this, only to avoid the dating app that had started it all. The reason a crashing headache seemed to throb directly behind your eyes.

The gnawing voice in the back of your mind asked that you open it— Check to see if that guy left you a message. Check to see if he even read the one you had sent. However, the logical part of you itched to delete it, removing every last drop from the memory your phone carried. Inner turmoil raged within your foggy mind, and you sat there staring at the app as if it were the devil— coaxing you to do wrongfully. Your thumb came dangerously close to hitting the app in means of opening it— until your saving grace pulled you from the trance.

Your phone buzzed in your hand, a name splayed as a banner at the top of your screen. Prompto Argentium. Your good friend. You had met by pure happenstance in the Citadel, he was lost on his way to meet up with the Prince. One wrong turn had him treading through the opposite wing of the Citadel. Before he knew it he was nearing the Glaive briefing room, with confusion written across his freckled face. You were the one who found him, and kindly walked him to his destination.

It didn't take long for the two of you to become friends, and exchanged information to keep in touch.

With a shadow of a grin on your face, you answered the phone with a trite greeting.

"Hey you, How did the date go? I have been thinking about you all day. Please tell me it went well." Prompto's chipper voice seemed to do more damage then good; absentmindedly rubbing salt within your wounds.

"Terrible, to put it bluntly," You sighed, voice thick. You cleared it and pushed yourself to sit upward, elbows digging into your legs.

"Why? What happened? He sounded like he was it." Disappointment reflected in Prompto's voice, as if he felt just as broken up as you did. Well more like numb at this point.

"He stood me up. I sat at the restaraunt for an hour before giving up. Lets face it Prompto, romance is dead, and hookups are all the rage. No one wants genuine love—" You were silently waving your white flag in surrender to the gods. As if to beg them to stop adding insult upon injury. They won, and you were now fine with that.

"That is not true. It is out there. You just... gotta sift through the bad ones first." He sighed, "You aren't alone. I'm in the same boat. But just because that dude was a loser, doesn't mean all dudes suck."

You wanted to laugh, but swallowed the urge as you swung your feet to hover over the floor. "They do all suck."

"Hey!—"

"Well except you." You shrugged with a hint of a smile. "Look, I am not all bent out of shape about it. Just sucks is all. But I think I need a break from all of that. Its getting to be taxing on my mental health."

"Take care of yourself, girl! Forget about dudes. Tell ya what, maybe we should meet up for lunch. How does Tony's sound? All you can eat bacon—" Prompto was the king at advertising. And damn did bacon sound good.

"Breakfast for lunch— I am in."

****

That night, as you were walking through the halls of the Citadel, gym bag slung over your shoulder— You didn't allow your mind to argue your decision. You deleted the dreaded dating app, and locked your phone. The feeling that seemed to wash over you was strange. While part of you felt freed from the chains that the app held onto you— there was a note of disappointment. But you swallowed it quickly while reaching deep into your pocket and pulling out a small keycard.

You were far from where you truly belonged, edging towards the opposite side of the Citadel from where you usually worked, trained, and dwelt. It was known that there were designated training rooms for those within the Crownsguard, as well as the Royalty. It was also common knowledge that the individuals holding those high positions had keys to enter those rooms. You however, had an in.

As you neared the large gym doors, you glanced around the nearly vacant hallway. It stretched to the left and right of you for a good distance, before branching off to other smaller corridors. Luckily, they were all empty— The only sound came from your approaching feet and the hum from the air conditioning that rushed through metal plated grates near the ceiling. With a practiced, swift maneuver, you tapped the key onto the metal receiver. You were rewarded with a satisfying click, signifying your allowance into the locked room. The metal handle of the door snapped as you shoved it open.

Unlike the training room where the glaives all gathered, this one was nicer; more spacious, and air conditioned. To add the cherries on top— It was hardly used. And at 8:30 at night, it remained vacant. The gym was empty, aside for the equipment that was scattered across the wooden flooring. You were in the clear.

Like the past two weeks you had been visiting the Royal Training Room, you made a steady strut to the woman's locker room to change out of your uniform and into something with a bit more flexibility. However, when you approached the door, you were met with a sign. In black bold face letters it read: CLOSED FOR MATENENCE. "Of course," You sighed, head tilting in attempt to stretch the muscles that seemed to bunch up in your neck. There was no other choice but to retreat to the next locker room over— the men's. Not that it mattered of course, there was no one around. You were alone. You walked the few paces to your left and stepped through the door, sliding your heavy gym bag from off your shoulder.

You hardly looked up as you dumped your bag to the floor. But as soon as you did, you caught a flash of movement. Your gaze whipped from the tile to a large man, white towel clinging to the slight swell in his hips. Your eyes raked up the figure, starting at the calves and growing ever so slowly upward. The figure had a tattoo that stretched from his lower back, and painted his tanned skin all the way across his shoulder blades and bled towards his arms. The detailed ink made the shape of a bird and its wings… and could only be owned by none other then—

"Care to explain why you are here?" His gruff voice reverberated off the walls, and spiked the nervousness in your chest. The muscular man turned to look at you, a second towel clenched in his hand; sopping up the moisture from his soaked, dark brown hair. He seemed unbothered that you had walked in on him, post shower and half naked. However he held a scowl that could be written off as deadly— especially for someone who absolutely did not belong there at all. His thick eyebrow slowly climbed up his forehead, thick lips beginning to flatten into a displeasing line.

You caught yourself gawking and swallowed hard before whipping your head towards the floor. Crouching, you snagged the handles of your bag and threw it over your shoulder. "I am so sorry, I did not mean to intrude. The woman's—"

"I am well aware. I'm talking about in general." He was blunt, and shot straight to the point.

"Ah, I am not sure." You were in for it now. And to spoil all of the luck you had rushed in with the past few weeks— you were busted by the Sworn Shield of the Prince. "Again, my mistake, I will leave."

"No you won't. and don't act like you just stumbled in here. I am not an idiot."

Of course not, you wanted to say, there is a key to get in— "Look, It was my mistake. I will just go—"

"How did you get in here?" Gladiolus gruffly asked. You sighed and took two steps closer to the door; back turned to him to avoid his tempered gaze. At least what you imagined it was.

You had an insider's help— at least that was the honest answer. Were you prepared to give that answer? absolutely not. That would just be throwing Prompto under the bus. You swallowed thickly, bolstered up your bravery and straightened your back. Confidence, you've read in a psychology textbook, can sometimes work within your favor. "I'm afraid I cant share that information."

Gladio huffed, clicking his tongue. The towel he had been drying his hair with was thrown to the bench in front of him. "You best, or you will find yourself in a heap more trouble then you are already in. This training room is for authorized personnel only and as much as I admire the Glaive, you do not count."

The back handed, not really, but kind of a compliment made your heart swell. But only for a moment— It was pilfered rapidly by the growing nerves that continued to pulsate through your veins; even despite your desperate attempts to quell it by bolstering fake confidence. You bowed your head and took another side step to the door. "Yes, I know. I don't have ill intentions. I just like the peace and quiet. The Glaive training room is always crowded, loud and I hardly have space to work with. But like I said: I can't tell you anything. I am sorry again,"

Another step had you half way through the small juncture before the door. You were almost free. "You wait for me outside the locker room. We are not finished with this, and you are not leaving. This is serious."

Serious, he acted like using a gym was a grade A felony. But in fear of being hunted down by what everyone knew as one of the strongest men in the Citadel, you rather not take any chances. You gave him a subtle wave of your hand before finally leaving the locker room.

Part of you felt stupid for not running. He didn't catch your face, or at least to your knowledge— and he had no other information. If you made a break for it, then could he really come after you? You weighed out your options, feet nervously stuttering beneath you. Your foot moved towards the door, however as quickly as your mind changed its thinking; it cemented back in place. You balanced on this uncomfortable precipice for what felt like ever— until you made your decision: leave.

You unglued your heavy foot from off the ground, and took your first step towards freedom. But it ended quickly when the locker room door hinges squealed with dread. Instinctually, you whipped your head around. Gladio stood easily 6'6, rippling muscles cascaded up his thick biceps and continued throughout his upper half. The thin, tight, tank top that Gladio wore seemed to leave very little to the imagination. This man was built. And leaving probably meant your demise. But in the same regard— staying could mean the same as well. Again you swallowed the thickness in your throat and you turned fully to face the Shield. "Listen, Gladio. I don't really want trouble. I just came here looking for a peaceful work out. Sorry for barging in on you, and sorry for being here." Your words sounded more confident than you truly felt, which you supposed could be a good thing… after all, Psychology.

"I will ask again, and I want the real answer. How the hell did you get in here?" Did he just fully ignore you? You were growing tired of the constant questioning. Despite the welling of fear that pooled in your stomach, you flashed a cheeky smirk. You learned far more in your Psychology classes than you had ever thought.

"Maybe you shouldn't leave the door unlocked, it would save from all this trouble." You shrugged, head tilting to the automatic locking door. Reverse Psychology. Snark usually got you nowhere. That is what your mother always said in her usual strict, no nonsense tone. And she was always right on every account. But it didn't make it any less appealing to speak that way.

You were lucky to catch the cascading thoughts flooding through Gladio's mind. His amber eyes told the story well. It began with fear, back tracking through his past hour— then a sudden crash of realization-- then the final touch of sharpness when he picked up on your idiocy. "Enough of the games—"

"Like I said Gladio, It was great meeting you, but unfortunately this is beginning to bore me, and I have places to be this evening. Its been swell." You turned on your heels with a little bit of oomph, hair whipping to follow your wake. You trekked with a steady step towards the door.

"Hold it! I didn't even get your name!" he shouted, voice booming against the walls of the training room. You waited for him to grab you and detain you. Which he was more than capable of doing; considering you were in the wrong, committing crimes against the Citadel— even if they did seem insignificant. However that wasn't going to stop you from making a break for it.

You only tilted your head back to respond: "Sorry for being inconsiderate… As unfortunate as it sounds, I was never given a name."

"That's bullshit." His voice flickered away from the strict tone it usually carried. It cracked as if to show a bit of amusement. Were you amusing the Prince's Shield? You knew you were dead meat, and most likely were about to be in a long ass conference with the General, Marshal, and most likely the witness of your heinous crime. Boldness and confidence occasionally worked within your favor, and you were ready to gamble that.

"Says the guy with a name. Catch ya later!" You pushed hard at the gym doors, and quickly made your get away.

#ffxv #final fantasy 15 #final fantasy xv #gladiolus amiticia #gladio x reader #final fantasy gladiolus #ff15 gladio #reader insert #rosie writes

[pokemagine]

So fluff alphabet cynthina with L and P and can reader be female k thx

I'm doing this as a mix of headcanons and imagines because I've had like 4 headcanon requests in a row if that's ok with you anon! :) Also the growlithe is based after my dog, he’s adorable, but pees on EVERYTHING

L: Little Ones(how are they around kids? do they want kids?)

Cynthia is great with kids! And loves them too! She brings up adopting kids first.

The young fans gathered around you and Cynthia. The both of you always loved their simple questions about pokemon and pokemon training and innocent questions about your relationship. Cynthia would kneel to the children’s level to talk to them. And if they were scared of her garchomp watching her, she’ll bring out the pokemon and introduce her to them to show that the garchomp isn’t that scary. Once you two head home, she sat down with you to talk about something.

“Y/N, princess, I’ve been thinking about adopting a kid,” she confessed with a sigh.

“You know I’ve always wanted kids, Cynthia. And you’d be an amazing mother to our child,” you told her.

You leaned over and kissed her and assuring her that you were willing to adopt as well.

P: Patience(how easily do they get angry?)

Cynthia rarely gets angry, especially with younger people and pokemon.

You angrily huffed as you brung the blanket into the laundry room to clean the growlithe pee off it again for the third time today. And of course, he was trotting happily next to you acting like it did nothing wrong.

“He peed on the blanket again, Cynthia. How on earth did you thinking getting a growlithe was a good idea?” you groaned.

“He’s only a puppy, Y/N, have some patience with it,” she told you.

“It’s kinda hard when he’s already peed on my blanket three times today, babe.”

Cynthia picked up the growlithe and he barked happily as she held him up to you and kissed his head.

“How in the name of Arceus can you stay mad at something so cute? Look at him, he’s adorable.”

You looked up and saw the growlithe smiling and panting at you. She was right, the growlithe puppy was adorable.

You smiled and sighed as you conceded. “I guess you’re right, baby,  I can’t stay mad at that adorable little face.”

#fluff alphabet #cynthia pokemon #headcanon #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader #pokemon bdsp

[vaveyard]

So I stumbled into this blog off the back of a google of 'mare red queen pronunciation', which then led to a ~2 hr fall down the rabbit hole of all. Those. Anons. My jaw is on the floor, I cannot believe there are people who feel entitled to talk like that to another real, flesh and blood human being.

Mostly though I wanted to say how impressed I am by the grace, patience and poise with which you consistently handled replying to messages which cannot have been easy to read, let alone over and over again over the course of several months. Your professionalism is astonishing.

(and while I'm here: I picked up RQ (a million years late) after a rec from my teenage cousin-in-law. You're her favourite author; she loves your writing so much! I'm only a third of the way in but so far I'm having a great time--though OOPS I may have spoiled myself a touch during my trip through your blog.)

Happy holidays! I hope they've been treating you well.

Happy holidays and happy new year!! I was happy for the nice break but I'm so excited dig back into drafting. Enjoy reading and say hi to your cousin-in-law for me!!

And thx for the kind words. Parasocial relationships are wild and it's strange to see how people act on the internet when they think nothing matters. I'm still not sure why that person chose me as their rage outlet but life goes on!

#ask

[hottpinkpenguin]

Hey I saw you were excited about the Orson Krennic ask and I wanted to maybe ask if you could possibly do a one shot with female reader with the quote ‘if you’re going to break my heart, at least make me feel it’. Hope that’s okay?

A/n: anon I am so sorry this took me so long!!! life has been hellish lately, but c'est la vie. anywhooo, this request gave me life again, i needed a oneshot to re-energize my writing. i hope you love it! thx for your patience and for the chance to write for you <3

Orson Krennic X Fem!Reader (no physical descriptors used, could be GN) Word count: 2084 Warnings: heavy angst (something of a specialty of mine), hints to sex, not proofread

“Orson. Tell me this isn’t true.” 

You could barely breathe. The words snagged in your throat like barbed wire as you stared down at the blaster in your hand. Not just any blaster. You’d know the sleek design of this model anywhere: the BlasTech Industries Relby-k23 blaster. Imperial grade. Standard issue Imperial officer sidearm. 

You could practically hear Orson’s chest cave in on itself from across the room where he stood, frozen on the doorway to the bathroom. He’d never meant for you to find it, that had been apparent in the way he’d carefully wrapped it in a towel and wedged it into the empty space beneath a floorboard under his bed. If only he hadn’t knocked one of your earrings out in his haste to undress you a few minutes ago… if that earring hadn’t found its way into the small crevice between the loose floorboard and its neighbor… if you weren’t so damn nosey and observant, maybe he would have gotten away with it. 

But the evidence couldn’t be ignored now. Orson Krennic was part of the Galactic Empire. An officer, apparently. You’d noticed he’d been distant, even more than usual for him, the last few times the two of you had met for your harried love-making, although you’d never suspected this. Your relationship had been a constellation of short tristes, two or three days of bliss that always slipped by too quickly with weeks or months of empty longing between them. It had been that way as long as you could remember. Orson’s education at the elite scientific college on his home planet of Lexrul had been demanding and left little time for personal pursuits. You weren’t exactly waiting for him, gathering moss underfoot either. While Orson had been collecting accolades for his work on kyber crystallography, you’d been busy taking over your family’s lucrative smuggling business. 

Neither your family nor Orson’s would have ever approved of your relationship, so you’d kept it secret for years, a decade at this point. The universe had changed around you, shaped by the ruthless influence of the Galactic Empire. Things had gotten bleaker, the future darker. Everything in your life was overshadowed by loss and fear, even more so after the Empire had destroyed your home planet and your family along with it. You’d found yourself clinging to Orson in recent years. He was the one thing in your life that still felt true, soft, safe. Your time together, however fleeting, had felt like an oasis of love and freedom amidst the raging storm. You’d always believed that what you two had would be an untouchable slice of joy in the universe. Now, that joy turned to ash in your mouth. You’d been naive, foolish, and ignorant to think that the two pf you would get out of these times unscathed.

When you looked up at him, ice in your eyes, you knew everything was different now.

“Y/n, please, let me explain,” he pleaded, taking a hesitant step towards you. The naked desperation in his eyes threatened to split your chest in two. Instinctively, you recoiled away from him. Not from him - you could never hate Orson - but from the Empire, from the suffocating clutches of the totalitarian regime that had annihilated your planet and killed your parents. 

“Tell me this isn’t true,” you repeated bitterly. Tears were clawing at the corners of your eyes. 

Orson’s devastating blue eyes flickered from the blaster in your hands to your face. He’d known this could happen. Part of him hoped it would happen. He needed you to know that he wasn’t the man you’d always thought he was. He didn’t deserve the way your eyes would sparkle at him, the way your mouth would quirk up into a shy smile every time he was near. That man - the one he’d allowed himself to believe he could be, one day - was a mirage. The sooner you realized that, the better. 

He ran a hand through his hair and down his face, still flushed from his climax a few moments ago. Taking a shaky breath in, he sat down on the edge of the bed, turning his back to you and letting his head slump on his shoulders, elbows perched on his knees. You recognized the weight of worries on Orson’s shoulders. You felt your heart twist at the sight, yearning to reach out for him, to wrap him in your arms and smooth his hair back from his forehead. You could practically hear the way he’d moan appreciatively at your touch, could feel the pleasant heaviness of his body against your chest. You swatted angrily at the impulses and memories as you waited for him to speak.

“It’s true,” he finally admitted. His voice was heavy with defeat. The silence around you was deafening. 

“How long?” Your voice cracked on the question. 

“Y/n, it doesn’t matter,” he replied quickly, shaking his head. “It stopped mattering the second I agreed to their terms.” 

You perched on the edge of the bed at the opposite corner from him. Your heart fought furiously against your mind as you took in his profile, lines of pain etched into his handsome face. God damn it, he was beautiful. 

“Terms?” you asked a bit too hopefully. Maybe they forced him, you reasoned. Maybe it really isn’t his fault. 

As if reading your thoughts, Orson scoffed. “They didn’t force me, if that’s what you’re hoping,” he seethed. “They offered me power, and I took it.” He delivered the last statement with such self-hatred that you felt yourself recoil away from the heat of his anger. You knew this part of Orson well, the self-loathing part that saw his insecurities and fear of inferiority but was powerless to stop them. He buried it beneath his achievements, beneath his incessant drive to do better, to be better, to achieve bigger and bigger. But it lurked there, deep in his heart, festering like a wound. Even in your ten years together, he’d rarely shared that dark corner of himself with you, although you knew he’d shown you more of him than anyone else in the galaxy. You knew that terrible, bone-deep fear of not being enough came from his father, a cold and ruthless man who had sharpened his tongue on his son. You also knew that Orson was his most dangerous when that fear got activated. And it seemed the Empire had learned that too, and used it to their advantage. 

Knowing him as deeply as you did and seeing him laid bare like this gutted you. Your anger crumpled like a sail without wind. Slowly, you walked around the bed, coming to stand in front of him. He didn’t lift his head to meet your eyes, couldn’t bear to, so you just cradled his head against your chest. At first, he was stiff with shock. After a few moments, his breathing became ragged as sobs started to tear loose from his chest. His hands came to your waist, pulling you towards him with desperate intensity as if he were about to disintegrate and you were the only anchor holding him to the moment. The two of you stayed like that for what felt like hours, clinging to each other while what you held between you fell apart.

You loved this man. You always had. You’d loved him since you first met him, and in that moment you realized that you would love him with every remaining beat of your heart. But you couldn’t accept his choice. 

Orson knew it. He’d known it the moment he’d been approached by the Empire. Even though you operated at the edges of the law, your principles and morals were too grounded to keep your heart open to an instrument of the Empire. He’d been content to bargain with fate for as many moments with you as he could steal before you saw him for who he really was. A weak man governed by his inferiorities and, in the end, willing to sell his soul for a taste of greatness. Even if it came at the cost of you, his one saving grace. 

As your tears and sobs began to slow and soften, you ran your fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair one last time before stepping back. He lifted his blue eyes up to meet yours, his gaze rife with anguish as he drank you in. You knew he was trying to memorize your face, because you were doing the same. You’d never see him again; you needed this memory to last.

He finally stood from the edge of the bed, throwing on the shirt that had been discarded in a corner of the room. He’d walk you out to the small transport ship you used to rendezvous with him. It was your tradition.

His fingers laced with yours out of habit as the two of you walked silently down the hall in the small dwelling he’d purchased on the isolated planet Cophrigin V. You bit back a new wave of tears as countless memories of your time here with him threatened to sweep you off your feet. 

When you finally came to the door of your ship, you turned back to him, running your empty hand up his forearm and coming to rest on his shoulder. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, trying to shoot him the coy smile you reserved for your goodbyes. That smile always made him squirm, and it had been the cause of delayed departures on more than a few occasions. But this time, the smile didn’t reach your eyes. It died on your lips when you saw the raw intensity in his eyes.

“Please forgive me,” he whispered tenderly. He ran a trembling thumb over your lips. Your voice cracked miserably when you spoke.

“I forgive you.” 

It was the last gift you could give him. A small piece of the absolution he’d never find. 

He cradled your head in his hands as he leaned into you. The kiss was bottomless and feverish, but short. Both of you knew that if you stayed like that for too long you’d lose yourselves in each other.

When you pulled back, you saw tears on his cheeks. 

“Damnit, Orson,” you scolded him in a tone that tried to be light. You swiped the tears away from his eyes. “If you’re going to break my heart, at least make me feel it.” 

He looked at you, confused momentarily, before he understood. It would be easier for you - and for him - if he played the villain. He’d made the villain’s choice, after all. It wasn’t fair to you to dance back from the edge now. It soothed the burning edges of his immeasurable guilt, but it was shattering your heart into splinters. 

He took in a deep breath, steadying himself, and let his hands drop from your face. You waited, every muscle in your body taut. His eyes glazed over in front of you, growing cold and desolate like a dying moon. You watched as he slipped away from you and slid on a mask. The mask of an Imperial officer. His voice was razor sharp when he finally mustered the strength to speak.

“My name is Orson Krennic, Director of Advanced Weapons Research. I serve at the pleasure of the Emperor.” 

You took an involuntary step back from him as if he’d slapped you. It was what you needed; seeing him that way had sent your mind reeling away from memories of being tangled hopelessly in his arms earlier that hour. Your pulse quickened and you felt adrenaline sizzle in your veins. 

Orson shot you one last glance before he turned his back to you. You watched as the last fragment of the man you loved turned to smoke in his eyes. He took two steps away from you, back towards the house, before he stopped and called over his shoulder. The words sent a frozen dagger of fear into your heart, cauterizing the wounds of grief.

“The next time I see you, I’ll kill you for the crime of smuggling against the Empire. Don’t let me see you again.”

You let yourself watch him disappear into the house that had once been your sanctuary before you turned and ran to your ship. 

“Don’t worry, Director Krennic,” you mumbled to yourself as you started up your ship’s engines. “I won’t.”

You left that planet, the man you’d always love, and never looked back.

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[admirableadmiranda]

Hello, I hope all is well! forgive me but I have a silly question for you: why does JC hate WN so much? According to Jin Ling, he despises him more than WWX? At first I thought it’s because he unintentionally killed Jin Zixuan but then that can’t be all right? JC and him weren’t that close. The I thought it’s bc WWX chose him over the Jiang sect, but then like JC holds that over WWX’s head every chance he gets, so I’m confused. Thx

Hello anon! Thank you for your patience on this question, I know it's been sitting for a bit.

So I think there's a few factors to it. He hates that Wen Ning killed Jin Zixuan because he does love his sister and Wen Ning killed her husband. He hates that Wei Wuxian is fulfilling the debt that he would not and most of that debt is to Wen Ning, who hid them from the other Wen, rescued him from Lotus Pier and got his parents bodies back so that he would not dishonor them. He hates that Wen Ning attracts Wei Wuxian's attention, because he hates anyone that makes Wei Wuxian look outside of the Jiang Clan and Wen Ning does that almost as easily as Lan Wangji.

Also Jiang Cheng likes to use the people that Wei Wuxian cares about to hurt him. He does it with Jin Ling and Lan Wangji the most, but he attacks anyone that Wei Wuxian shows signs of liking. In addition to everything, Jiang Cheng I think can't fully bring himself to completely hate Wei Wuxian because of all that's passed before, even though he would dearly like to. There's just too many complicated, snarled and tangled feelings there for it to be only pure hate.

Wen Ning has no such complications for Jiang Cheng to be able to hate him without reservation.

#mdzs #jiang cheng #canon jiang cheng #wen ning #while I do not go with yunmeng bros in any way whatsoever #I do acknowledge that there were real emotions that were not wholly negative there #and they haven't completely died out #even if they've been strangled in hatred #it makes it a bit tougher for Jiang Cheng to hate Wei Wuxian in the same way he can hate Wen Ning or Lan Wangji #human hearts are complex

[hopelessdreams-bianhablog]

So here the writing requests rules and something you need to know:))

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Hello!name hopeless dreams

Welcome on board!

ONLY ACCEPT X READER REQUEST (so yea, don't request cookie x cookie)

No nsfw and angst (for now cuz idk how to write)

Yandere and sfw are okieee

No child x adult (unless family or friends,no yandere for children too)

Pls at least gimme me some plots hint if you want a better quality (I am a sucker of imagining)

Cookie run overbreak will be faster than cookie run kingdom 's request

Also,pls, don't mix other fandoms in your requested that I didn't in :(

gn reader only!!

Request is:Ded.

Fandom (s)

Only cookie run for now!

Masterlist

Cookie run overbreak

Yandere timekeeper x reader(hc)

Past lover, now stranger....?(yandere string gummy cookie x reader)

Waiting list

Protective,or overprotective?(yan pure vanilla+child reader)

Not only pals on business (sandwich cookie x reader)

five ancients and their child(yan ancients + child ancient reader)

Siblings interactions!(clotted cream+sis reader)

Normal?nah,not really(yan tk x two sides reader)

Anon list

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🗝️anon

🕰anon

That's all for now!thx for your patience!

#cookie run #cookie run ovenbreak #request rules #hopeless dream writing #cookie run kingdom #cookie run overbreak x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #cookie run x reader

[furious-rogue-stuff]

first of all i love heat pls gimme a CRUMB of content, second babe i can't BELIEVE u chose feistl for querida and not van ness... like rewatching rn and him taking a hammer to that wall?? WHEW never wanted to be a wall so bad before 😫 can u pls elaborate? what was the thought process behind that decision ok thx love u bye xxxx

Oh boy, anon! I'll give you a little Heat tease below 😄 I normally avoid spoilers and teasers, because I think it takes you out of the story when you get to it in the chapter the teaser was shared from, but ah - I'll make an exception~

And ah, Dan! He is a tall drink of water for sure, and if Querida wasn't head over heels for Javi she might glance his way. Feistl leering after her does not mean Van Ness doesn't also think she's hot. He's just way more discreet about his comments and leers than Chris. Also, early in the season, Dan mentions his wife is probably waiting to serve him divorce papers when he gets back stateside, so I figured he'd not be in the headspace to crush on anyone. Chris has a kid, but gives the vibe he's not with the mother, and he's by far the more reckless of the two, so that's why I figured he'd be brash enough to ogle Querida so openly - in front of his boss, no less! And Javi has little patience for them already, so having to internally stew while his guys prattle on about Querida was too funny to pass up.

🚨**Heat teaser from Chapter 34 below**

“—So, you were serious about the ‘no plaid or jeans’ thing, huh,” he can’t help goadingly drawl and shoot you a mischievous look.

You laugh and snap tauntingly, “Well, if that’s how you want to dress? Fine. Just don’t expect me to let you pick out what lingerie I wear under my dress. As a matter of fact, I might end up never being in the mood to wear a single nighty for you ever again—”

“Shit, alright. I get the point. Scratch everything I said. I’ll wear a three-piece tuxedo with penguin tails and white gloves if that’s what you command, malvadita,” Javi cuts in brashly as we turns into the embassy’s security entrance and breezes through.

The mental image of such a ridiculous outfit on him has you giggling effervescently all the way down to the garage, and Javier feels content as he fondly steals glances, loving how you laugh until that discordant little sigh flits out of you. 

After he parks, you lean over and kiss him, not even caring to spare a scanning glance around your surroundings before doing so.

#Heat deets #Heat tease #anon comments #anon ask #Heat - Narcos fanfic #Heat-inspired loveliness! #thanks anon! #Javi x Querida #Javier Peña #Javi Peña

[crewmatestims]

askbox has been reopened but we’re keeping anon off until all mods agree to it. thx for your patience. - maroon

#i'm back from housesitting as of today but still have to take it easy #asks currently in our askbox will be worked on this week! #emergency meeting

[kanzakinao]

KOUSUKE IM ON MY LIMIT-

i'm not sure if this is directed towards the regular ep or the fast pass one but asdfsdfa honestly same anon!

like he really is such a fascinating character and i'm thoroughly engrossed and entertained whenever he's in a panel - it's interesting to see his perspective and his version of events (even if he's withholding some parts from shin-ae. i do like that we're getting a bit more context abt what's happened in the past as an audience tho) - but my god there's only so much i can take from him before i just start laughing omg

i will say though that i'm super invested in seeing kousuke's character development from here and after the timeskip and if he will ever acknowledge or apologize for his behavior towards yeong-gi (not that yeong-gi has to forgive him!), but with these recent eps and kousuke's... everything, it's hard to imagine seeing that come to fruition in the near future.

#asks #i love yoo #just.... from his defensiveness over his hair style to shin ae to how he talks abt yeong-gi to others i just. #[inhales] hooh boy lmao #also rly just burst out laughing in disbelief and said 'kousuke babe you are SO insufferable' out loud at the latest update lmao;; #i can fix him i can make him worse w/e w/e i'm just here to watch the trainwreck wrt kousuke at this point tbh fsadfa #like i want to see him grow for the better n take responsibility for his actions wrt yeong gi! #but if he doesn't and he's still set in his ways... i guess i would be okay w that too? #bc some ppl won't consider that their assumptions and mindset towards someone or etc were wrong #or ever acknowledge let alone apologize 4 the harm they caused to a person #i hope that won't be the case for kousuke tho #ik he's such a polarizing character nowadays but i actually like him more as a character now than before adfasfda #i'm so looking forward to the timeskip tho to see if his attitudes n mindset would've changed a lil by then #thx btw for your patience anon! work's been a lot n ffx's been consuming my free time again lol!

[startledstars]

Put on your tinfoil hats, folks

(Or at the very least, try to suspend your disbelief)

By now, you may have heard of the connection between the current outbreak and the Resident Evil movie/videogame franchise

In Resident Evil, a company called Umbrella Corp unleashed a virus to depopulate the earth. Their logo is a red umbrella. A biotech company in Shanghai (located ~500 miles from Wuhan) has the same exact logo, but in blue.

In Resident Evil, a fictional location named “Raccoon City” was destroyed by the viral outbreak. Drop one “c” from “Racoon” and you have an anagram for Corona.

So, those are two odd video game-related coincidences connected to current events. Some sources believe that just because Wuhan is far away from Shanghai, and Raccoon is spelled with two c’s, these “coincidences” are nothing more, and that’s fair enough. 

But, let’s pretend that this does mean something; let’s pretend that there is an agenda behind most popular media, encoded but hidden in plain sight. Let’s pretend that the world as we know it is coming to an end, that Resident Evil is one predictive program of many, and that similar encoding other video games could reveal what is to come. 

Let’s also pretend that the Illuminati and New World order is real. For a few minutes, let’s become the very people society has conditioned us to ridicule. 

(Have you ever looked at the back of a dollar bill, though? Is it really that far-fetched?)

In the post-apocalyptic Fallout series, the world ends in the year 2077 with nuclear war. In September this year, the much anticipated videogame starring Keanu Reeves Cyberpunk 2077 is set to release. 

This little “coincidence” struck me as odd. Two big-name video games with the same number at the center of significant events. What could it mean?

Taking a detour to another object of study for crazy conspiracy theorists everywhere: take a look at the Georgia Guidestones, monuments engraved with what some believe is the agenda for the “New World Order.”  On them, are ten guiding principles, the first of which is to “Maintain humanity under 500 million in perpetual balance with nature.”

Which doesn’t make much sense, since there are almost 8 billion people in the world right now. To “maintain” a population of 500 million, a lot of people would have to die first.

The alliteration “Georgia Guidestones” (GG) might be a clue. “G” is the seventh letter of the alphabet. So, the numerical value of “GG” if each letter was assigned a number is 77.

And this year, 2020, could also be abreviated to “20,” like 3/22/20. When writing dates, we use the last two digits of a given year.

So, the significance of 2077, if you have your tinfoil hat on and are kooky enough to actually think videogames have hidden codes pertaining to the agenda for the (totally nonexistent) new world order: 2020 is the year that the agenda (literally) spelled out on the Georgia Guidestones (GG, 77) will be set in motion. 

First on the list appears to be depopulation; perhaps by disease, or maybe nuclear fallout. Pretty spooky stuff, if you believe it.

Good thing it’s all just a coincidence, though. 

#cyberpunk 2077 #fallout 4 #fallout #resident evil #its just a mental exercise folks #except maybe its not #like ive been saying since last year #we're getting ready to wrap it up here #also to the anon who asked the question i need time to articulate my answer #thx for your patience

[puropoly]

Sorry to the people who have sent me asks that i havent answered yet, ive been dying for unknown reasons

#it absolutely makes my day to receive anons and asks in general #im just extremely unattentive #thx for your patience

[xkotaro16w]

SFW Action with GN!friend (Platonic): Friend splashes Leona with the pool water the friend in swimming in within the dorm lounge. As he’s distracted, friend grabs Leona (mainly his tail) and makes them fall into the pool. As Leona realizes what their friend is doing, he sees his friend laughing (playfully and chaotically) at him as they swim away. No words, just chaotic laughter at their fun little prank on Leona. [I had this chaotic thought in mind tbh. Also congrats! 😁]

—𝟸𝟻0+ 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝— 

 CW: Platonic, grammatical error, OOC.

A/N: OMG NOW THIS IS FUN & THX A LOT ANON AJHFKAJFHKJHFAKJB ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ WHY DON’T U PUSH HIM 2 THE POOL? EHE-

In this hot weather, swimming is the best option! Leona comes to swim at the Savannaclaw’s pool and sees his friend there, enjoy the cold of the water, aren’t you too?

Before he could enter the pool, you splash the water pool to his face. He growls, ALMOST gets angry at you, and reprimands you. Do not test his patience if you don’t want to die.

Unfortunately, when he’s distracted to take off his shirt, a hand grabs his tail and pulls him into the pool. Leona is VERY surprised and mad, who the hell has the nerve to GRAB HIM BY HIS TAIL like that?

You laugh playfully and chaotically at him and swim away. No, you ain’t going anywhere after what you did to him. Instantly, Leona swims as fast as he can to catch you and yells your name loudly.

What a chaotic scene, a lot of students can see both of you chasing each other in the swimming pool. If Leona can grab you after this (of course he can catch you, he’s fast), he’ll pay you back for what you did to him TWICE!

I DO NOT OWN TWISTED WONDERLAND & DO NOT REPOST MY WORKS.

#leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #leona #leona x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #kotaro's work #kotaro's event

[nanasparadise]

Can you do (aged up of course), Yandere Narancia x reader. [p.s can it include any of these prompts? “ Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!! ”, “ Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! ”, “ You can’t escape my love.”,” You will grow to love me back, I just know it!“] Thx so much <3

“You can’t escape my love”

“You will grow back to love me, I just know it.”

Hiya anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries and keeps harassing you, until he stands in front of your apartment’s door...

TW: cyber harassment, implied stalking, gaslighting, mentions of a panic attack, toxic relationship, noncon touching, curse words, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Narancia has been aged up, no minor content on my blog!

Word count: 2155

“No escape” Yan! Narancia x gender-neutral reader 

 Bling. Another one of… how many messages again? You have stopped counting a while ago. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips, wondering why you haven’t turned off the volume yet. Why is he so unrelenting? Annoyed, you take your phone in your hand, staring at the twenty-five texts Narancia has left for you. At first, they have started off innocently, asking you about your well-being and your day. But as time has passed, the messages have begun becoming more invasive and have ended up being straight-up creepy. 

“Why aren’t you answering me, did I do something wrong?” 

“Stop being so stubborn, I know you want to be with me, too!” 

“I’m always near you, you’re aware of that, right? You can’t escape my love.”

 An icy shudder travels down your spine while reading the last two sentences. Fear clenches around your heart, making your chest feel heavy, your breaths short and laboured. 

“’’Try out this dating app!’ they said, ‘It will be fun!’ I see where this fun has lead me to”, you think gloomily. Why on earth did you ever sign up to that damned app and had to match with Narancia? You curse yourself, curse your naivety for having expected to encounter there a nice and healthy relationship.

The only thing that has waited for you is an obsessive stalker you can’t get rid of. Of course you didn’t realise Narancia’s disturbing nature at the beginning. No, you thought of him as sweet and energetic, although a bit tiring. Your first dates were pleasant: you went to a fair, sharing candyfloss and laughter between you, to a restaurant, where the Italian nearly choked on his pasta out of excitement, to a spring picnic at the local park, bathing in the gentle sunlight. It all seemed so beautiful to you back then, so innocent. But quickly, things have changed. 

Narancia has become increasingly clingy to you until it started feeling as if he was glued onto your hip. Oh, you want to go grocery shopping? He’ll come with you and help you carry your bags! You’re planning on visiting your family on the weekend? He’ll join you, he has been dying to meet them anyway! 

Setting boundaries with him was extremely challenging. Every time you hinted that you’d rather like to spend some time alone, he nearly threw a fit, taking your words out of context and twisting them around. 

“So you want to toss me away? You don’t think I’m important to you?”, he shouted at you, tears of anger forming in his eyes. Back then, you didn’t notice his gaslighting methods, felt guilty for prioritising yourself. But now, you don’t want to hold yourself back anymore. There isn’t any reason for you to justify yourself, especially not to someone who clearly has no right to intervene in your life like this. Your gaze travels back to your phone. All these messages, these implications, are proof enough of his unhealthy attachment to you. Hell, he even admitted following you! No matter how much you enjoyed your time together, you can’t let Narancia continue with his creepy behaviour.

Quickly, you type a text, telling the Italian that if he goes on invading your privacy, you’ll block him. For a few minutes, sweet silence dominates your living room. 

“Maybe he finally got it”, you muse hopefully. 

Bling. There goes your hope. 

“Are you messing with me? Why would you write that?! Please, stop with these jokes, we can talk about this!” Another sigh comes out of your mouth. 

“No Narancia, we actually can’t. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell the whole time, but it seems you don’t understand. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna block you for now, otherwise I’ll go insane.” 

With these final words, you block his number. Relief washes over you as you realise that the Italian can’t harass you anymore. 

“It‘s kind of sad how things have turned out”, you mumble to yourself. Though you do feel some regret – after all, the two of you had shared many beautiful moments together – you abruptly stop your pondering. “No use to cry over spoiled milk, Y/N. If he keeps treating you like this, it’s best to get away from him.”

Little did you know that Narancia isn’t letting you go that easily. The following days, he kept reaching out to you towards multiple phone numbers. Every time you blocked it, a new one popped up. At this point, you’ve simply stopped using your phone altogether, only relying on the device if it’s inevitable. In those cases, you’re helplessly exposed to the unnerving messages of the young man. The latest one keeps haunting your mind, initiating your anxiety. 

“I’ve been really patient with you, Y/N, but this little game is making me lose my temper. I’ll be seeing you tonight and then we settle things straight. You will grow back to love me, we’ll make up again, I just know it.” 

Nervously, you eye the nearest clock in your flat. 8 p.m. What does Narancia consider ‘tonight’? Will he even come? Are you able to face him right now? 

“Oh god, I need to go”, you whisper desperately, nausea manifesting itself in your stomach. You could crash at your friend’s place, you’re sure they’d understand your situation. Quickly, you gather all your important belongings, ready to flee, as a loud knocking on your front door followed by an all too familiar voice interrupts your escape. 

“Hey Y/N, could you open the door for me, please?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You mutter an incoherent string of curses. Petrified, you just keep staring at the door, not daring move a single muscle in your body. 

“If you don’t open the door yourself, I’ll just break it in, you know?”, Narancia shouts on the other side. The casualness of his tone scares you even more. 

“How can he just be so blasé by his behaviour? Doesn’t he notice how wrong his actions are?” Actually fearing the Italian might damage your property, you accept your defeat and slowly walk up to the front door. Hesitantly, with shaking hands, you unlock it and pull the handle down. Nervousness creeps up on you, making your palms grow sweaty and your heart palpitating erratically. Soon – too soon for your liking – you meet a pair of familiar purple eyes. To your surprise, Narancia smiles upon seeing your face. 

“Hi babe,” he greets you, carefree, “I’m so glad you opened the door for me! You have no clue how much I’ve missed you!” Without even waiting for you to invite him in – which you definitely wouldn’t have done – the young man marches into your flat, invading your privacy even further. Suddenly, two arms wrap around your middle and pull you close to the young man’s chest. Your breathing falters at the abrupt touch. “It’s alright, it’s only me, Y/N”, Narancia tries to comfort you. If only he knew that his presence currently gives you anything but comfort…

A few moments later, you find yourself sitting on your couch next to him. Narancia flashes you a seemingly reassuring grin all while you keep fiddling with the sleeves your shirt. You blankly stare at the floor in front of you. Even though Narancia’s behaviour is conveying sympathy, you couldn’t get rid of the intuitive feeling that this is all but a façade to lull you into a false sense of security. Who knows what he could do to you? Despite his overall sweet and fun nature, the young man doesn’t shy away from using violence if you test his – admittedly little – patience. His numerous messages flash up in your mind again. You’re painfully aware now how he made it clear that you’ve clearly missed your opportunities of being in his good graces. This realisation pushes you nearly over the edge, being on the brink of a panic attack. Would Narancia really hurt you? 

“Look Y/N,” the sound of his voice interrupts your train of thought. A little startled, you immediately straighten your back and glance at his form next to you. The young man’s hand finds its way to yours, stopping your fumbling by securely grasping it. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but what’s wrong? Why did you just ignore me like that?”, Narancia asks you. You don’t miss the hint of annoyance in his voice, indicating his true feelings. Though anxiety still has a hold on you, you try your best to fight against it and tell him the truth. After all, it’s not like you could escape this situation anyway. So you take a deep breath in and out again, before you spill your following words. 

“Well, I know you’re more of a clingy person Narancia, but what you’re doing is unhealthy. You can’t expect me to give you my full attention all the time. And you definitely can’t follow me around! It’s just creepy and wrong. You know that’s considered stalking, right?”

The Italian stares back at you incredulously. You wonder what’s going on in his head right now. 

“You gave me no other choice, Y/N! How am I supposed to see if you’re doing alright if you deny me like this? You really think me worrying about you makes me some deranged criminal?”, Narancia barks angrily back at you. The grip on your hand tightens. Listening to your previous gut feeling, you immediately retrieve your hand from his all while scooting away from him to gain more space between you. The dark-haired man’s jaw visibly clenches at your action, disapproval glistening in his eyes. Of course he would use his gaslighting tactics on you, he always does when things don’t go his way. Cautiously, you think for a while of what to say, not wanting to trigger Narancia’s wrath any further. 

“It’s not the fact you worry about me, it’s the way you choose to show your concern. Narancia, it’s not okay what you’re doing, you’re actually making me feel very uncomfortable, even right now. Plus, you’re blaming me for your behaviour, which is, again, not acceptable”, You carefully reply, hoping to talk some sense into him.

He makes you uncomfortable? Narancia can’t comprehend your words at all. He’d been worrying himself sick the last few days, trying to reach out to you as best as possible while you cruelly kept on ignoring his countless messages. But he is supposed to be the bad guy now? The Italian scoffs intensely at that thought. He can feel the anger gnawing at his guts, ready to be released. 

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N,” Narancia reprimands you, “can’t I show you anymore that I care? That I love you? Even after you’ve blocked and ignored me? What do you expect me to do now, to just let you go?” 

“Actually, I do,” you peep quietly, “I can’t continue with this madness. If you don’t want to understand and listen to me, then it’s best for you to go. Now.” Your voice grows stronger with every word you utter, finally regaining your confidence. Meanwhile, Narancia’s heart sinks to his stomach at your statement. Do you really want to leave him? 

“No, no no no Y/N, you don’t mean this, right? You wanna stay with me, don’t you?” 

“No, I really don’t think I do, not after you’ve shown me your true colours.” 

With a force you don’t expect, Narancia pulls you suddenly against his chest again. His arms cage you in, leaving no room for you to move at all. 

“This is just a misunderstanding,” the young man keeps repeating like a mantra while tightening his grasp as if you could dissipate into thin air if he didn’t cling onto you, “It’s normal for couples to fight from time to time, it’s fine. We’re fine, right? You wouldn’t abandon me for real, would you?” 

“Narancia, I –“ you try to intervene, but your attempts remain futile as he cuts you off quickly. 

“No, you’re not going to leave me! I’m not letting you. Look, this is but a silly fight, you’re not going to toss away our relationship for that, are you? Just remember all the beautiful moments we shared together, how happy I can make you, if you just let me!” Narancia nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.” He eagerly plants kisses onto your skin, making you shudder and whimper helplessly. Your eyes grow bigger, your breath quickens as you desperately look for a way to escape this situation, to escape him. 

“I love you more than anything in this world. I’d gladly give up everything if it meant to spend every second with you by my side. No one can love you like this but me. Remember that next time you’re thinking I’m going to let you off the hook”, Narancia whispers in your ear, the underlying threat being crystal clear to you. No, you aren’t going to escape from him any time soon…

#JJBA #JoJo's Bizarre Adventure #yandere jjba #yandere jojo #yandere narancia x reader #yandere narancia #yandere x reader #jojo golden wind #minors dni #tw: aged up character #tw: yandere #tw: noncon touching #tw: toxic relationship #tw: gaslighting #tw: cyber harassment

[geekybisexualwriter]

“I’m Glad You Kidnapped Me” (Five Hargreeves x genderneutral!reader)

Request: Can you do a Five Hargreeves x reader where Y/N and Five are friends and he finds out that Y/N’s mom is Cha Cha and kidnaps Y/N while they have Klaus. Y/N and Five become close and Cha Cha finds Five and almost drowns him and as Y/N is giving him mouth to mouth, he wakes up and they kiss. Thx 

Requested by: anon

(A/N: That was an amazing idea, anon! I hope I do it justice.)

(A/N #2: I accidentally deleted a different request, and I don’t remember much of it, so sorry if that was yours!)

(A/N #3: Sorry this took so long! I just started remote learning, and it is much harder than I thought it would be, and I have some family stuff to deal with as well(not getting into it). I’ll be updating as often as I can.)

Word count: 1672

Warnings: mention of kidnapping, slight fluff, waterboarding

Taglists: 

Permanent:  

@five-scoffee

@peepeeparkerr

@linthebinbag

5 x reader:

@sitherin-mxschief

@paradox-psychosis

Y/N sighs, staring out the window of the hotel room that they shared with Uncle Hazel and their mom. It was around midnight, and they were supposed to be sleeping so they could be on their A-game tomorrow to kill even more people. 

They hated it more than anything. They would do anything to be whisked away, to not have to deal with- 

And suddenly, they were knocked unconscious by a panting Five, standing over them with a baseball bat(idk how he got it). He picks them up and gets in a car that he stole, setting them down in the backseat with a smirk.

*THE NEXT DAY*

Y/N was sleeping soundly on the couch in the living room in the Academy when they wake up to yelling.

“What the hell, Five? You kidnapped a person!” A woman with long dark hair with blonde highlights glares at a boy who seemed to be around Y/N’s age.

“Yeah, that’s messed up man.” A man with short dark hair and piercing dark eyes shakes his head at a boy with a school uniform on.

“This can be used to our advantage! I now have a bargaining chip to use against Cha Cha!” The Boy (just accidentally did an homage to the comics. Nice.) says, tired of his siblings’ empathy.

“The ‘bargaining chip’ has a name and feelings, you know.” Y/N sits up and glares around at the group of adults and one boy, who all stare at them. “And one of the feelings that it’s feeling is anger.” 

“I don’t care about your feelings, but I do care about your name,” The Boy says, his patience clearly wearing thin(per usual). “What is it?”

“Like I’m telling you, you’re the person who kidnapped me,” Y/N says with a death glare at him. “I don’t trust you.”

The Boy growls but keeps his anger in check for a change. “Fine. I’ll tell you mine. I’m Five Hargreeves, and you are?”

“You’re Five Hargreeves? A boy?” Y/N chuckles. “Like I’m going to believe that. The real Five Hargreeves is like eighty.” 

“Fifty eight.” Five grumbles. 

“I really don’t care. Let me go.” 

“Not until your mom finds you. And then you can go back to her, but not until you give me information on what they’re going to do next.”

“Well, that sucks for you, because I’m not telling you anything,” Y/N says, a big smirk on her face. Of course, that feeling was only skin-deep, because she had no idea what they were going to do. They wouldn’t tell her anything, not that she was interested, although it would have been helpful right now.

“Oh, you will.” Five chuckles darkly. “Trust me.”

“I don’t.” Y/N snaps. 

Cha Cha wakes up at 5 am on the dot every morning, rising from her bed and looks to the place where she always first looked on a mission(which was pretty much constantly), her child’s bed, usually finding a sleeping Y/N, who would be normally snoring quietly. But this time, she found her worst nightmare.

Y/N was gone. 

Cha Cha’s eyes widen, and she runs from her bed to Y/N’s, tears running down her face. “No no no no no no…” she mutters to herself repeatedly. “HAZEL!” 

Hazel, the lazy one, slowly opened his eyes to look over at Cha Cha. “Hm?” he mumbles, barely registering anything, let alone tears. “What happ’n’d?” 

“They are nowhere to be found.” Cha Cha says quietly.

That sure woke him up. “Y/N?” 

Cha Cha nods, not having enough emotional energy to say a sarcastic remark about how obvious it was that it was Y/N. “And I think we know who it was.” She says, her voice filled to the brim with the perfect mix of anger and worry.

Five pours himself a cup of coffee, pleased with himself. “I should probably get them something to eat…” he mutters, going upstairs to some room that he had chosen for Y/N. And by chosen, he checked to make sure it didn’t belong to anyone else and shoved them in there. 

Y/N was sitting there, a million possibilities on how to escape flying through their head when they hear the door open and look up to see Five. “Oh. It’s you.”

Five rolls his eyes. “Yeah, no shit. I just came here to see what you are and aren’t allergic to.”

“Oh, so you won’t let me starve out! That’s a relief.”

“Yeah, so that you can live to give me information on your mom and her partner.”

“Oh, no way. Although, my opinion might be changed with my appetite…” 

Five studies their face for a moment and chuckles. “Absolutely not, you’ll just make me steal you stuff and then you’ll never tell me anything. Oldest trick in the book.”

Y/N sighs in fake defeat. “Aw, man! That was my entire plan, all foiled by you again, Hargreeves!” They laugh. 

Five laughs a bit too despite himself. “You’ll never defeat me, …?” He looks at them questioningly, realizing he still hadn’t gotten their name.

Y/N thinks for a moment. Well, they did like him, but not that much. Wait, did they just think that? “Robin.” They say, deciding that they would think about that more in-depth later(if your name is Robin, then just replace it with Casey). 

Five nods slowly. “You just gave me a fake name, didn’t you?” 

Y/N shakes their head. “Nope. Robin/Casey is my real name.”

“I don’t believe you, but that doesn’t matter right now. So, for real, what is it that you’re allergic to?”

Over the next few weeks, Y/N and Five became closer and closer. Unfortunately, so did Cha Cha and Hazel at finding out where Five Hargreeves was located.

Cha Cha smiles to herself in front of one of those big pinboards(like the one in the conspiracy theorist meme). “Finally…” she whispers. Hazel comes up next to her with a couple of cups of coffee. “Find ‘em?”

Cha Cha takes one of the cups and sips from it gleefully. “I sure did. Now let’s go kick some ass.”

Y/N grins, moving their scrabble piece to create the word ‘vivacious’ earning them twenty-one points and the game. “I win!”

Five glares at them. “You must have cheated somehow. I never lose.”

“Oh my gosh. You are SUCH a sore loser!” Y/N laughs harder shifting themselves into a better position on the living room floor. 

“I am not! I just don’t like losing!” He exclaims.

Y/N chuckles and starts to reset the pieces. “Another game?” 

Five was about to agree and vow to defeat them this time, but he was interrupted by a loud crash. 

“Y/N!” Cha Cha yells. “WE’RE HERE, HONEY!” she runs up to Y/N and gives her a quick hug and a kiss on the head. “Go to Hazel, he’s outside. I’ll deal with this… thing.” She looks over at Five in distaste and a deathly glare.

“No,” Y/N mutters, barely being heard as they glance at Five.

“What was that, sweetheart?”

“I said no,”(not relating to this whatsoever but if you’re a fan of Heathers the Musical, search up I Say No deleted song) Y/N says more clearly and meets her mothers’ eye line. “You are not going to kill him.”

“And why not, dearest?” Cha Cha mutters through gritted teeth.

“Because… of the Commissioner. She will ask questions about why he is dead, you know.” Y/N says, thankful they found another way other than admitting their feelings.

“So smart…” Cha Cha’s hand cups their cheek with a loving smile. “But quite frankly, I’d rather die than let you be trapped here.” Her hand drops down to the space where her gun was supposed to be. “Oh come on...” she mutters. “I forgot my own damn gun.”

Y/N’s eyes light up. Maybe then she wouldn’t kill Five! Best case scenario, Y/N leaves and Five’s okay. They’d rather stay here with him, but they’d take this over Five dying any day of the week.

Cha Cha’s eyes graze over the mansion. First thing you learn about as an assassin? Everything is a weapon. Her gaze captures the sink and her smirk starts to grow. Guess she would be doing this the old-fashioned way. 

With a smile, she grabs Five’s hair, thankful that he was a kid again and was easy to push around. And before either Five or Y/N could react, she drags him over to the sink and turns on the tap violently, sticking Five’s head under, waterboarding him. 

With wide eyes, Y/N rushes over to her mother and starts pulling Cha Cha’s arm yelling at her to stop. Five was turning blue and struggling to get out of her grasp. 

Finally, Cha Cha slips up and is pushed to the floor. She tries to get back up but is pushed down again by an angry Y/N. “Leave. Now.” Their voice shakes with anger. 

“Sk-” Cha Cha is cut off. 

“No. Leave right now.” 

Cha Cha sighs and gets up, walking out the door. “Come back to me when you’re ready to admit that Five Hargreeves is nothing but an assassin who kidnapped you!” She yells.

Y/N ignores her and gets to work, putting Five on the ground, giving him mouth to mouth and pumping his chest up and down.

“Come on…” she mutters, leaning down and doing it all over again.

Suddenly, Five starts coughing up water, the color slowly returning to his face. “Y-Y/N?”

Y/N nods, their eyes welling up with relief tears. “Yeah. It’s me.”

Five smiles and sits up slightly. “So, was that the only reason why you didn’t want me to die?”

They shake their head. “No… there was another reason.”

“Oh?” Five looks at them, not really believing that someone like them could love someone like him.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Y/N looks at him, smiling nervously.

“Well, I know I’m in love with you.” Five smiles back, leaning in to kiss them. 

Y/N grins and kisses him softly and then pulls away. “I’m so glad you kidnapped me.”

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Headcanons for parental/platonic yandere Erasermic

Anonymous asked: “Do you mind doing hc's or something for erasermic as parental yandere's? I really like your writing 👉🏻👈🏻”

a/n: mmm yes some good old erasermic don’t mind if i diddly do anon. and thx bby, glad you enjoy it!

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The two would balance each other out quite nicely. Shouta would naturally be more stern, having expectations in their darling, with Hizashi evening it out with his relaxed, outgoing personality.

With parental intentions the two would be much more cautious than normal. They’d take to gently suggesting certain things to their darling at first: not staying out too late, getting enough sleep, eating properly.

They’d also be slightly more old-fashioned with their concerns. Both of them would give their darling a hard time on topics like staying on their phone for too long, or going out with someone they met online. Even what they choose to wear isn’t off the table.

It would start out as small suggestions—completely harmless. Yet if they saw their darling wasn’t taking them seriously they wouldn’t be against sitting them down and lecturing them over their behaviour. Hizashi would do most of the talking (and stress-induced pacing) while Shouta would drive the point home with a more serious tone.

Queue the “I’m not mad, just disappointed.”

They’d start doing things that had a bigger impact on their darling’s life: giving them rides, making them dinner, offering advice.

Most importantly, they’d absolutely make sure to be there for their darling if they were upset or in trouble. Shouta and Hizashi would provide a safe space for their darling, with all the comfort of a warm and inviting household. In this sense, there would be slight manipulation to get their darling to rely on them more, but as far as the two are concerned it’s for their own good.

Many of their protective actions would happen in secret. They ‘take care’ of individuals that they deemed a bad influence. Their darling’s phone may ‘accidentally’ stop working, preventing them from staying on it too long or meeting up with certain people. Perhaps the power goes out for an indefinite amount of time wherever they’re living, forcing them to spend a few nights at the heroes’ place.

They’d never go as far as putting their darling in danger to show them that letting the two help was a good idea—that would be highly irresponsible on their part. Instead they make sure to be there in every time of need that arises normally.

However, not much would stop them from losing their patience with their darling’s lifestyle. The freedoms they have are only opportunity for danger in their eyes, and naturally their protective tendencies would avail.

When it comes to rules in the house, Shouta makes them and Hizashi regrettably enforces them. Shouta will still enforce it, but there’s a mutual understanding that ‘Zashi is better off doing it as he’s quite the more gentle with it. You’ll know you’ve effed up bad if Shouta ends up laying down the law.

Shouta being more rational in the relationship would insist that they create a familiar environment for their darling. While Hizashi would be set on blowing all his money on the most luxurious items for their room, his counterpart would reason that the change would be jarring to an extent. For this reason they’d do their best to recreate any aspects of their darling’s past residence that they think will help them adjust better. Not to say that Hizashi still won’t splurge on expensive commodities, but it wouldn’t be immediate. There would be a few things here and there at first, and the rest would be used as positive reinforcement for their darling to encourage them to settle down.

In general, the platonicness/parental relationship they give is approached very compassionately. The two men are extremely patient when they bring their darling home. They’d ensure at all costs that every need is taken care of, whether it be physical or mental. Hizashi would be much more coddling and would handle the emotional aspect of things, while Shouta would be in charge of the general lifestyle changes and making sure their darling was following these expectations of good health.

(might end up doing a part two of this later)

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