#why are crushes so bloody difficult

[mj0702]

The other Bronze - Part One

Here we go again 🤣 Thank you (as always) to Crush and Bubs

(the bad Spanish is courtesy of Google and if you find typos or anything please point them out to me 😉)

Y/n POV

You finally walked the last steps towards the door of your Sisters small house at the Outskirts of Barcelona. What you're doing in Barca on a random Friday Night? You wanted to surprise Lucy for her Birthday. It took a lot of begging to Mum and Dad to let you fly all on your own from Manchester to Barcelona and when you turned your phone on after landing, you had 26 missed calls and 15 messages already, the last one from your older Brother Jorge telling you to text him if the Plane crashed and you died – real Clown that one. You phoned Mum, telling her that the Flight was just a little delayed and that your still very much alive and not Shark food in the Ocean. You knew Lucy had training, so you stayed a little longer at the Airport, watching people, drinking Coffee. You found some nice company in a Girl, who waited for her Girlfriend and surprisingly spoke English. So know you're currently walking up the steps towards Lucy's front door, her spare key (which you got from Mum, in case Lucy wasn't home), my Earplugs blasting Music and you opened the door – boy what a mistake.

„Luuuucccyyyy!! Happy Birth... OH MY GOD MY EYES!!! OH EW!!“ you started to yell out in horror before spotting my Sister on her Couch. Naked. With another Girl on her knees in front of her, her head buried between your Sisters legs. You turned around as quick as you could, shutting the Door behind you. A few minutes later, some shuffling and swearing from the inside, said door got ripped open again.

„What are you doing here?“ Lucy asked you and you couldn't tell if she was pissed off or just annoyed.

„Surprise??“ you say, your back still facing her.

„Why do you have a Key to my Apartment? You can turn around by the way“ she sounded annoyed, which was good – annoyed is better than pissed off.

„Mum... I just saw things I never wanted to see ever“ you shrugged like it was self-explanatory. „Dear bloody Jesus“ your Sister huffed out, before grabbing your Arm, starting to pull you inside, as you tried to stop her by holding on to the Door frame

„I'm NOT going back in there again“ you say, gagging for good measure.

„Stop being difficult“ Lucy said, putting her arm around your Shoulders instead, having more leverage. Back inside you were sat down at the Kitchen table, the Girl from earlier just making some Coffee.

„I hope you sanitized that Table“ you mumbled, before looking at your Sister „No way you haven't fu...“

„If you finish that Sentence, I'll call Mum telling her that you broke that ugly Vase at Christmas three years ago“ Lucy narrowed her eyes at you, before turning to the Girl „Ona... this is my overly annoying baby Sister y/n... devils spawn... this is Ona, my Girlfriend“

You just looked at the Girl with a blank face nor knowing how to react to these news.

„Manners“ Lucy growled at you and slapped the back of your Head

„Hola“ you said to Ona, not really knowing what to think of her.

„Hola“ Ona smiled back, putting a cup of Coffee in front of you, which Lucy took away the instant it touched the Table „No hay café para ella“ she said to Ona, while ignoring your frustrated „Oi!!“.

„Por qué?“ the dark haired woman asked.

„Look at her.... she's already a pest, I don't need her caffeinated up“ Lucy answered, finally in English, while pointing at you.

„Aye you Arsepiece“ you huffed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

„You're English, not Scottish, ya wee shite“ your Sister grinned at you, but finally came over, ruffling you Hair, which is Lucy language for „I love you“.

“I was born in Scotland therefore I’m Scottish” you grumble out.

„I don't understand a word you two say“ Ona said confused, her spanish accent thick as she speaks english and Lucy laughed out loud

„All good...“. She then looks at you again „But seriously... what are you doing here?“.

„Wanted to surprise you for your Birthday... haven't seen you since the Euros“ you mumble a little embarrassed

„You... missed me“ Lucy smirked

„No... how could I miss your annoying Ass?“ you answered quickly and she KNEW she hit a nerve

„I missed you too, Devils Spawn“ she said, pulling you into a side hug

„You never told me you had a younger Sister, Lucia“ Ona said, smiling slightly at our interaction

You just raise an eyebrow at Lucy „Lucia? What have you done to fuck up so badly, that she uses your actual name?“

„Lucia is more common here, you daft punk...“ Lucy rolled her eyes at you still holding you to her side before answering her Girlfriend „I try to keep her away from the Spotlight“

„Oh...“ Ona said, like she understands, which you doubted „I'll leave you two to catch up, I'm going to go...“ she smiled

„Weren't you about to come a little while ago?“ you blurted out, which earned you a very hard punch to the shoulder courtesy of your lovely Sister

Ona just look confused, which causes you to laugh „You can explain that one, Kneeless... Bathroom that way?“.

As you renter the Kitchen, you see Lucy and Ona kissing in the Doorway. You comment it with a loud dry heaving sound. Lucy blindly throws a shoe at you, which misses by miles and you snap a photo of her. You can only see Lucys back and Onas Hands around her Neck, so it's obvious that there's someone else, but you can't see who. You sit back down at the Table, your Stomach starting to growl and you realize just how late it is. You shot up and run up to Lucy, grabbing her shirt, pulling hard successfully ending the make out session

„You have to phone Mum that I'm here, otherwise she'll send a search party and I'm already dead, because I didn't text her that I arrived safely“ you stumble over your words, because nothing is more scary than Mum Bronze in Mum Mode. Lucy rolled her eyes, pecking Onas lips again for a final goodbye, before pushing you back into the Apartment again

„You realize what I just gave up for you?“

„Multiple Orgasms, I know... I don't want to know, but I know... can I post a picture, saying I'm with you?“ you murmur the end of your question, knowing Lucy is very picky with private Pictures and even more, when you're involved

„Let me first call Mum, then let me check the Picture, then we decide what we get for dinner, okay?“ she pressed a Kiss to your temple, already her Phone in Hand, dailing Home.

She was on the Phone to Mum forever, apologizing telling her she was so happy to see you that we forgot to call her. Straight A+ lie, but if someone can pull it off, it's Lucy

„You owe me, Smol“ she said after ending the Call „Now show me that picture, so I can say No and we can go finding food, since my fridge is empty and I planned on eating something else tonight“ she grinned, as you start to dry heave again.

„Please... i REALLY don't want to think about it“ you say pained

Lucy laughed out loudly and you smiled. You really missed her.

„Show me the Picture“ she said, encouraging you, a smile playing around her lips, as you show her.

„That's a good one“ Lucy said after a minute of looking at it closely handing you the phone back „You can use that one... Just don't tag Ona please“

„I don't even know who she is“ you said looking apologetic „but I think she's nice“

Your Sister laughed again „She is... haven't felt like this since Keira“

„Why did you and Keira split up? I really liked her“ you said and Lucy looked at you for a second, really looked at YOU before answering

„We just fell out of Love... nobodies fault... it just happened and it wasn't fair to either of us to keep pretending“ Lucy said carefully, yet seriously, knowing that Topic was difficult for you

„As cliche as it sounds, but we're still friends and I know, Keira will be over the Moon seeing you again“. Truth is, when Lucy and Keira split up you refused to talk to your Sister for weeks, not grabbing fully why she would leave Keira. Keira who was a mixture between a big Sister and a Mother to you. Keira, who made you laugh, when you where sad. Keira, who carried you to bed, when you fell asleep during a Movie. Keira, who held you when you came crying into Lucys Bedroom, just woken up from a Nightmare. In the End, you was just too young to grab fully what was happening. Maybe not too young but you couldn’t understand the feelings behind it.

„Was it my fault?“ you whispered, always the nagging feeling at the back of your Head, that it was your fault they split up.

„What?“ Lucy asked confused „No... of course not! Y/n listen to me... it had NOTHING to do with you“

„But if I would have acted more grown up and not come running nearly every night..“ you stared and Lucy immediately knew what it was about

„Y/n... it had nothing to do with that... nothing! You went through something traumatic and we were honestly glad you trusted us enough to come to us or let us calm you down when you had a nightmare“ she said insistently, holding your look „You had nothing to do with what happened between Keira and I, do you understand me?“

„I just... I feel like it's my fault“ you look down, playing with your fingers

„It's not... and if you don't believe me, you can ask Keira...“ Lucy said, grabbing your Hands in hers, holding them tightly „It just happened“

You let her pull you into a hug and for the first time in a long time you felt safe and home.

„Thanks Luce“ you mumbled against her shoulder

„Always ya wee shite“ she said and you felt her smiling into your Hair.

Yes, even at 16 years old, Lucy is a whole Head bigger than you were. Your stomach growled again and Lucy laughed „What do you want to eat, I'll order“

„I'm in Spain... obviously I want Fish and Chips, Idiot... I want authentic spanish food“ you said sarcastically

„Smartass“ she rolled her eyes „We could also go out, whatever you want“

„It's YOUR Birthday... why do I have to choose? “ you said, honestly confused

„I was trying to be nice... I know a small little Restaurant, not too far from here“ she grinned at you

„Do I have to change for it?“ you asked, looking down at your button down shirt, ripped jeans and the baby blue chucks

„Other shoes and you're good to go“ Lucy said as she threw a pair of NIKEs your way „I'll just go change, don't do anything stupid“ she pointed her finger threatenly at you

„Never, my beloved Sister“ you say sarcastically.

While Lucy is changing, you decided against posting the picture of Lucy and Ona kissing online. You know your Sister values her privacy and even she gave you the ok, it didn't feel right – but that doesn't mean you couldn't send it to someone else... Keira.

Y/n: ~ inserts picture ~ It finally happened Kei... I walked in on her... thankfully I haven't eaten today, otherwise Lucy would have to clean that up too

Keira: You're in Barcelona, Bitsy?! Why didn't you tell me?

Y/n: Sure am... wish I wasn't tho... ehm... surprise?

Keira: I hope you didn't plan to fuck off without saying hi... and don't kid yourself, Bitsy... that definitely wasn't the first time you walked in on your Sister ;)

Y/n: of fucking course not... and how would you know that, Ms. Walsh?

Keira: Because I was there :p

After you read Keiras last Text, you threw your Phone to the other End of the Couch with a loud „EW!!“.

Lucy came running from the Bedroom, looking at you shocked „What happened?? Are you okay?“. „I walked in on you and Keira???“ you cried out in agony.

„What?“ Lucy looked at you confused. You showed her your Phone, which caused her to laugh – full on belly laugh „Oh yeah... I forgot about that“ Lucy laughed.

„I WALKED IN ON YOU AND KEIRA???“ you screeched horrified.

„Yep... multiple times actually“ Lucy grinned.

„Oh god... I think I need to throw up? When... wait no... don't answer that“

Your Sister laughed again, throwing a coat towards you, silently telling you that you were leaving. „Is it okay, if I invite some people?“ she asked you, as you leave the Apartment.

„It's your Birthday, Luce – you can invite whoever you want“ you shrugged your Shoulders. „Whomever“ Lucy corrected you automaticly, before she pulled out her phone and send some texts. „Smartass“ you mumble as your Sister put her Arm around your Shoulders, manoeuvring you through the City.

Just as you rounded a corner into a small side road, someone shoulder checked you, turning around, yelling something in spanish at you. You looked at the guy confused, feeling Lucy going into protective Mode, making herself bigger by your Side. Before she could say anything, you looked at the Guy, yelling at him „Cállate la Boca, matildo hijo de puta!“

Your Sister looked shocked at you as does the Guy. You put on your best Bronze-Fightingface, before making a step towards him. Just as the Guy made up his mind and also took a step towards you, a Woman pushed right in between you two oozing confidence and started talking calmly to the Guy. She was pretty but damn – she was intimidating. The Guy talked back twice, before turning around, leaving the little alley

„What the Hell, Y/n??“ Lucy yelled at you „What the hell did you say to that guy? I understood ONE word and know it wasn't a compliment – and since when do you speak spanish?“

She then turned to the Woman „Hola Alexia... Gracias por interferir“

„Ningún problema“ the woman smiled at my Sister

„And you“ she turned to you „Where did you learn that?“

And there was that intimidating look again, which made you gulp. You grew up with Lucy Bronze, but this woman scared you. You pushed yourself behind your Sister, trying to hide

„Answer her“ Lucy pulled you out from behind her.

You just shook your Head and mumbled „She scares me Luce“

„Good“ your Sister mumbled „now answer her“

You shook your Head again. The woman looked at you and smiled slightly

„Excuse me. Hi, my name is Alexia, I'm a teammate and friend of your Sister“

You're still careful, not to stand to close to her „Hi... Y/n... I'm.. the Sister of my Sister“

This actually made her laugh, while Lucy groaned and started to rub her forehead embarrassed

„So... now that we know each other, where did you learn to offend spanish people? As much as I gathered, you don't speak spanish..“ Alexia said and immediately she got all scary again

„I... no... yes?“ You looked at her and tried to hide behind Lucy again, who groaned again. „Cariño.... my patience is wearing quite thin... you better start talking” Alexia said sweetly, but you knew it was a fair warning

“A girl at the Airport taught me... I just tried to order a coffee, which is SO hard in your country and the Barista didn't understand me and she kinda took over and ordered for me... as a thank you, I paid for hers... and we sat together as she waited for her Girlfriend and since we had time, she taught me some spanish” you stutter out

“Do you even know what you just said?” Alexia looked at you shocked

“ehrm... no... but the girl said I have to put on a Bitchface after saying it... she was cool...”

“Y/n... you just can't throw around spanish phrases, because SOMEONE told you” Lucy pressed.

“She look trustworthy” you defended yourself

“Cariño...” Alexia said softly “... don't EVER say that again, because you will get hurt in the process”

“Is it bad?” you ask unsure

“It is...” the Spanish woman said “... and if I ever find that Girl, that taught you, I will have a VERY serious talk with her... in spanish” she winked at you

“What are the Odds” you mumbled and Lucy looked at you

“What odds?” she asked you confused

“That girl just turned around the Corner” you said, pointing at a Girl, laughing loudly with some other girls

“I should have known” Alexia groaned out “María Pilar León Cebrián!!! Nosotras necesitamos hablar!!!” she yelled out

The Girl in questions Head snapped towards Alexias angry Voice, her laughter dying in her throat. She made eye contact with you, her eyes went comically wide and you could swear, you saw her mouthing the word “Fuck”, before slowly starting to walk backwards

“Oh please do” Alexia sneered, while walking towards Maria “Please start running, so I can chase after you because after I caught you, I'm gonna drag your sorry Ass up to Nuo and let you run Laps until Training is over and then some more...”

You turned towards your Sister “Isn't Nuo Egg?” you ask confused

“Huevo is Egg.. Nuo is the Stadium where we train and play” Lucy explained

“Ah... and why is Alexia calling me Cariño ... is that some weird spanish name?” you said, still confused

This Time Lucy laughed out loud, while Alexia is “actively” having a word with Maria – she was outright yelling at the poor Girl. You actually did feel sorry for her. Maria looked very guilty, trying to explain, but not getting a word in.

“Cariño is a form of endearment... something like Honey”

“Excuse me?? She could have at least taken me out on a Date first” you huffed, but smiled.

“Are you causing trouble already?” a voice behind you said amused. You turned around and sprinted off, throwing yourself in the Womans arms.

“I missed you, Keira” you mumbled into her neck, while she's hugging you tightly

“I missed you too, Bitsy” she kissed your Hair, not breaking the contact

You felt safe in her arms. Lucy came over after getting over her initial shock of you just sprinting off

“For once, it wasn't her causing the Trouble... it was Mapí” Lucy said, nodding towards a still yelling Alexia with her head

“What a surprise – Mapí causing trouble... these two would absolutely cause havoc” Keira laughed, not letting go of you

“Take a guess, why Mapí is getting yelled at... they have met already” your Sister grinned

“Oh god” Keira groaned laughing “What has Mapí done?”

“She taught me spanish” you said proudly

“What did she teach...” the other english woman started before getting interrupted by Lucy “Don't!!!! Don't ask!”

Keira was a little taken aback, but didn't ask any further

“She taught me a phrase... apparently it's a bad one and I'm not allowed to say it again, otherwise the scary Woman will have my Ass” you said, still pressed into Keiras side

“Scary Woman?” Keira raised an eyebrow at Lucy

“Alexia” your Sister answered shrugging her shoulders

“Mapí would like to say something” said Woman stood behind you three, her hand grabbing the back of Marias neck, who looked like a kicked puppy

“Lamento mucho haberte enseñado algo malo” the smaller Woman mumbled, clearly not happy or comfortable with the situation

“En Inglés” Alexia rolled her eyes “As you maybe remember, little Bronze doesn't speak spanish”. “Su hermana lo hace - ella puede traducir” Maria said

“Maria” Alexia warned “Deja de ser difícil y discúlpate correctamente”

“I'm sorry for teaching you bad spanish” the younger woman huffed out annoyed

“It's...” you started, before Alexia interrupted you “And now we try to say that, like we really mean it” she said to Mapí, grabbing her neck a little tighter

“I'm sorry” the younger girl winced

“Very good” Alexia smiled, but everyone saw it was fake, before getting a stern face again “You still will run laps tomorrow”

“What??? I apologized” Mapí said shocked

“Still doesn't change the fact, that you nearly caused a fight – if I hadn't stepped in, she most like would have end up in the Hospital with a broken nose... or worse” Alexia said

“Oi!” you yelled out “I may be small, but I can hold myself, thank you very much”

“We” Alexia looked at you sternly “Will talk tomorrow”

You gulped again, making yourself smaller at Keiras side, who had watched the whole interaction with an amused grin on her face.

“Can we get food now?” you whispered into Keiras side

The Midfielder laughed loudly “Let's go” she said as she pulled you into the small Restaurant, everyone following you. You sat between Lucy and Alexia, Mapí to Alexias right, next to her her Girlfriend Ingrid, Keira was to Lucys left with one seat free in between them for when Ona would join.

“What's edible here?” you ask to no one particular, studying your menu.

“Should I order for you, Cariño?” Alexia ask, wanting to make you feel welcome and comfortable “If this is you aassuming that this is a date, then no...” you say distracted, still try to figure out the menu.

Alexia was taken aback, while your Sister laughed.

“But what is... potatoes braves?” you asked, looking up confused.

Mapí clutched her heart dramatically “My heart... my Heart burns... I think I have a heart attack.. is this what a heart attack feels? My poor Heart”

“What is her deal?” you asked your Sister, who already had tears in her eyes from laughing

“You just absolutely BUTCHERED her language and food” Keira said, her tone dry as usual still looking over the menu.

“But it says there...” you climbed on top of Lucy, your Knee pressing into her thigh, causing her to groan out in pain, to show Keira on the Menu “Potatoes braves... or something like that”

“Patatas Bravas” Keira corrected you “It is potatoes, but it's not called Potatoes and definitely not Braves..”

“Look at you, all fancy spanishing” you rolled your eyes at her, but she knew you didn't mean it.

“Could you please finally get off me?” Lucy groaned out, pushing you back on your chair “When did you get so heavy?”

“Are you calling me fat, Arse biscuits??” you challenged her by raising an eyebrow

“What if I do, Twat McFuckknuckle?” Lucy taking your bait, raising her eyebrow as well

“Stop it! Both of you, we have company AND in public” Keira said sharply, successfully interrupting your interaction “God the two of you – always trouble”

You kicked Lucys ankle lightly under the Table, she shoving you, pushing you successfully into Alexia.

“Sorry... she pushed me” you mumbled out, while shoving Lucy back.

Alexia looked at Keira “Are they always this violent towards each other?”

“Oh this isn't violent – this is actually them behaving” Keira smiled fake, watching you two shoving each other “Just wait till there's food on the Table – THEN it gets violent”.

Just as they were about to order, Ona joined the small Group, pressing a small Kiss to Lucys lips. You watched that interaction with a frown on your face. You cared deeply for Keira and assumed it wasn't easy on her watching her Ex and her new Girlfriend kissing right in front of her. You carefully looked at Keira, but saw her laughing with Ingrid, who changed seats for conversation purposes.

“What's this dark look on your face, Cariño?” Alexia whispered in your ear, unknowing to you, she always had an eye on you.

“Nothing” you said flatly, not wanting to start a scene “I'm just hungry”

It was your Sisters Birthday after all and she looked very happy with Ona.

“Dinner will be served soon, don't worry” the Barca captain said lightly, putting a hand on your bouncing knee.

“Ale?” Mapí asked from Alexias other side.

“Si?” the woman in question looked at her younger Teammate

“Can we swipe seats?” Mapí asked hopefully.

You look at her confused “You want to what?”

“Swipe seats... I take Alexias, she sits in my seat” the young spanish said

“Oh... OH... you mean swap...” you say as you realize what she wants “and they say I butcher a language”

“No” Alexia said sternly “before you ask, you two won't be anywhere unsupervised”

“Oi” you exclaim “I'm very capable of looking after myself”, while Mapí exclaimed something in spanish.

“No idea what she said, but she's right” you say, pointing at Mapí

“Enough” Alexia said sternly, both of you stop complaining immediately.

Keira looked impressed at Alexia, trying to hide her smirk. Lucy was in her own world with Ona, ignoring everything around her. Finally there was Food on the Table and before the Plagrabfor everyone even were placed on the Table, you and Mapí already starting to grab whatever you could reach. Alexia watched in horror, as you two just loading food on your own plates without waiting for the rest “Excuse me? María León... I know for a fact that you have manners and won't just load your plate with food without WAITING for everyone else – especially for the Woman who celebrates her birthday today... isn't that right, María?”

Mapí looked down on her plate guilty, before starting to put the food back.

“I thought so” Alexia said, still a mad undertone in her voice

You on the other Hand didn't care one bit. You grew up in the Bronze household. You snooze, you loose. You threw a little fried something into your mouth, chewing happily. That was until the spiciness kicked in. Your eyes went wide, tears starting to form in your eyes and you started to have problems to breath. As always, you turned to Keira for help, throwing food at her to get her attention.

“Y/n please... I didn't raise you for years so you start throwing food in public” the Woman said, turning to you before realizing what was happening. Once she saw you in your distressed state, she immediately came over, pulling you out of your chair and out of the restaurant. Lucy finally noticed her surroundings, as Keira pulled you outside. She jumped up, following the two of you outside

“What happened?” Lucy asked worried, seeing you having difficulties to breath and tears streaming down your face.

“I don't know. She suddenly started to throw food at me, I actually was about to tell her off, but saw her having problems to breath and got her out” Keira gave Lucy a rundown, while keeping you upright

“It's okay, Bitsy... calm down” Keira started to talk to you in a low, soothing voice “Take a deep breath for me”

You tried to follow her instructions, but with no luck. Lucy finally sprung into action grabbing you by your shoulders, making you look at her

“Did you eat something?”

You nod, still trying your hardest to breath.

“Spicy?”

You nod again, thankful that your Sister keeps a cool head.

“You're doing good, Bubs... Do you know what you've eaten?”

You shake your head.

“Okay... we can work with that” Lucy said, a small reassuring smile on her lips, turning to Keira “Could you get something dairy.. milk... yoghurt... whatever”

“Sure” Keira smiled before disparaging inside the Restaurant.

“It's okay, Bubs... it's going to get better soon, I promise – just... don't shovel everything into your gob without asking next time.. these guys here are absolutely unholy when it comes to spicy food”. Just as your Sisters calm voice started to work on your nerves, Keira appeared with a glass of milk AND yoghurt

“Drink Bitsy” she smiled assuringly at you, pushing the glass of milk into your hands.

You took a sip and immediately felt your tight chest loosen up. Greedily you drowned the whole glass, feeling better with every gulp.

“Fuck” was the first word, that left your mouth after you regain your breathing again.

“You okay now, Bubs?” Lucy asked concerned.

“Getting there” you said, leaning forward, your hands on your knees “But I think I need to throw up”

Lucy pulled you upright quickly “Are you serious?”

“Yep” you breathed deeply, your stomach on a wrath for torturing it

“I'm getting you home right now” your Sister said seriously “Spicy is one thing, but your stomach is normally made of steel, that's not normal”

You just groaned

“Stay” Keira said to your Sister “It's your Birthday – I'll take her to my Place and have an eye on her... you stay and enjoy your evening, okay?”

“I can't ask that of you, Kei” Lucy said softly

“You're not asking... I'm offering” Keira smiled softly “If she feels up for it, we can meet for brunch or lately at training”

“Thank you” Lucy whispered, hugging her Ex-Girlfriend before turning to you “You behave... be good for Keira”

You nod before Keira wraps you into a hug, leading you away.

As soon as you're out of earshot and view, Keira let go of you and grinned knowingly “You can stop pretending now...”

You looked at her shocked “How did you know?”

“I was always able to tell... your sister is right, you have a stomach made of steel... your whole face changed after you drank the milk and I knew you're alright again... what I don't know is why you put on a show” the english Woman smirked at you, as she called you out

“Didn't want you to put up with Lucy and her new One being all lovey-dovey all evening... and I didn't want to put up with it either” you mumble caught.

Keira started to laugh loudly “Oh Bitsy... I see that lovey-dovey every day... it's okay for me... Lucy deserves to be happy...”

You looked at Keira and she knew there was more to it.

“What's wrong, Bitsy?” she ask lovingly

“I feel like it's my fault you broke up...” you mumble, having a hard deja-vu

“Oh sweetheart... no it's not... Lucy and I just grew apart. It happens and it's nobodies fault, especially not yours... but there's more, isn't it?” Keira said softly

“I don't like the new one” you mumble out, looking down embarrassed

“Why? Ona is a good person, she's good to and for your Sister”

“She looks like she doesn't even need to shave” you exclaimed.

Keira bursted out laughing “You're one of a kind, Bitsy... trust me... Ona is a good Person and she's good for Lucy... I know you're always struggling with change, but please.. give Ona a chance, she'll surprise you”

“M'kay” you mumble.

You arrived at Keiras Apartment, she let you both in before setting up her guest room for you. You went on exploring Keiras home. You were about to open a cabinet as she called from the guest room “Don't you dare open my Cabinets... I love you but you're a clutz”.

You quickly let go of the handle, looking at the pictures hanging on the wall instead. You spotted one of yourself and Lucy, sound asleep on your Couch in Manchester. You laid on top of Lucy, while she was sprawled out under you, her right arm over your back, holding you safely, her knee carefully placed on some pillows, her glasses askew on her face, your hand fisted in her shirt.

“I love that picture” Keiras voice soft behind you “I came back from training, wondering why she hadn't answered my texts about dinner... I walked in and both of you were softly snoring on the Couch. Your leg was so close to her freshly operated knee, that I was afraid you'd hurt it, if you move and I tried to lift you off her, but both of you started to stir as soon as I moved you. So I just let you sleep – after I took a picture. I think Lucy slept for another hour and you slept for nearly three more hours”

Keiras voice was soft and full of love, that you started crying silently. Another picture showed Lucy and Keira in a park, you asleep in between them. You pointed at the picture, your back still facing her.

“London” Keira said understanding you even without words “Our first anniversary.. She planned this whole Weekend to the brim, with fancy Restaurant, Musical Show, Sightseeing... everything... then your parents got so sick with the flu, that we took you with us... her plans went so fast out the window” Keira laughed quietly “but we improvised and instead of fancy restaurant we did pick-nick in Hyde Park – and I wouldn't change it for the world. You were so done after a day of exploring the city and all of the sights, that you were out like light as soon as you sat down”

You pointed at the next picture, again the three of you.

“You can't remember this one?” she asks you surprised.

“I do” you whisper “but... please”

“Paris” Keira said softly “Third anniversary.. Lucy just joined Lyon and invited me over to France for our anniversary She told me, she has the weekend off and wanted to take me to Paris – I honestly thought she would propose... Somehow you heard Lucy talking to your mum and begged her to let you come as well. It was the first time you two were separated and everyone could see that it was so hard on you. Lucy said as long as I'm okay with it, you could come. I remember you being so over the top with your nerves, that you ran around the Airport like a maniac... I lost you twice” Keira chuckled “and as soon as we started, you were out like a light again. In Paris, I had do carry you off the Plane, because you wouldn't wake up – and I still had to get our luggage AND carry you. It took me forever and Lucy was starting to panic that I bailed until she saw me, packed like a Donkey holding onto your sleeping form, dragging our bags behind me. And what did she do? She first smiled and then laughed – but it was the most beautiful sound in the world to me”

“Do you miss her?” you asked quietly.

“Of course I do” Keira answered honestly.

“Do you still love her?”

“I love her, yes... but I'm not IN love with her” she said.

You finally turned around, hugging her tightly.

“I miss you at home... so much” you mumble into her shoulder, tears rolling down your cheeks. Keira held you tightly “Oh sweet girl.. I miss you too – I really do”

You stayed like this for a moment, before your eyes grew heavy and Keira carefully walked the two of you towards the Guest bedroom, not letting go of you. You held onto her for dear life, letting her guide you.

As Keira kicked the door of the Guest room open, you mumble into her shoulder “Don't wanna sleep alone”

The english Woman chuckled lightly “I thought so... I just thought I'd offer, just in case... being a good host and everything”

She guided you towards her own Bedroom and sat you down on the Bed. You already were half asleep and whined tiredly as Keira let go of you. She smiled at your hunched over form

“Hush you... I need to change and get ready for bed – you too by the way”

You whined again “too much effort”

“Come on” Keira pulled at your Shirt “Teeth, Face, Change”

You felt like being Seven all over again.

“Nooooo” you whined out.

“Don't start... I'm not Lucy, I'm not a push-over... seven years of me in your life should have taught you that” Keira said severe.

You huffed heavy-hearted, before pushing off the Bed, shuffling towards the bathroom.

Keira smiled to herself “Still a big baby”.

After both of you went through your nightly Routine, with Keira basically brushing your teeth for you and changed your button down shirt with a normal shirt to sleep in, you made it into bed, where you immediately cuddled into Keiras arms and closed your Eyes. The older Woman kissed the Crown of your Head as she mumbled sweet nothings into the dark room, knowing you'd fall asleep in an instant.

Part 2 follows... at some point 😅

#keira walsh x reader #woso image #lucy bronze x reader #ingrid engen x reader #mapi leon x reader #alexia putellas x reader #barca femeni

[ghostaholics]

𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐘 𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂

➸ PAIRING: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x gn!Reader ➸ TAGS/WARNING(S): none ➸ BANNER CREDIT: cafekitsune & benkeibear

Detail-oriented, exceptional manual dexterity when it comes to sewing him up. Your movements are careful and controlled – meticulous with regards to everything that you do but especially focused on how the edges line up so that they don’t overlap. Other medics – they'll rush. Botch it. A shoddy job like tectonic plates of skin forced to converge on each other, because in his line of work, stitches are an afterthought when there's another bloke with a sucking chest wound whose deep in the throes of respiratory distress and the only immediate threat about Ghost's own injury is the small amount of blood he'll lose. Whatever will get it closed. Nobody else cares much about the cosmetic factor. But you do. Painstakingly so. It's a thankless job to spend three times longer than it should to get it right, but he makes sure to express his appreciation for the consideration you put into every single graze/cut/gash (even more diligent if the injury's to any part of his arm that could mess up his tattoo sleeve). They always heal nicely.

He looks for you, after-hours – well late into the night because you were occupied patching up other soldiers. It'd been a grueling mission, lots of WIAs needing your attention. He doesn't even have a good excuse for this. It's a trivial thing, maybe, to bother you. Like asking Atlas for a favour, with the weight of the world on your shoulders and the soul-crushing responsibility of holding lives in the palms of your hands as though you're the last line of defense against death. This is stupid. This is beyond fucking stupid of him. Almost turns around and walks away from the medical tent, because that's how ridiculous it is. But he convinces himself to head in, asking if you can fix the stitching on his mask because the only person he trusts more than himself to do it is you. Though his request is benign, the significance behind it is profound in ways that he won't admit to himself. There are very few people he can count on. And of course, you say yes with a tired smile and a brightness in your eyes that never seems to dull in front of him no matter how exhausted you might be. It's one of the rare instance he lets his guard down, shows his face. He keeps you company the entire time, telling you about why he wears that mask while you restore it back to original condition.

The irony of having an injured medic: Simon's saddled with the pitiful task of having to step into your role because there's a gash on your forearm that needs to be taken care of. He knows how to do a basic stitch – is fairly confident that he can thread the sutures just like you’d showed him a million times by now whenever he’d been looking for a reason to see you ( ❝ Show me how to do it right. The proper way, yeah? ❞ ). And he's admonishing you to hold still, except it's sort of difficult when you're being treated like a bloody pincushion. He'd never let anybody else get away with making fun of him for that but this is you so he lets it slide. After talking him through it (which you find quite odd, considering that he never would've struck you as someone who’d need extra time and help), you inspect his handiwork, mildly impressed.

❝ Oh, you actually... well, you did quite a decent job. ❞ ❝ Of course. ❞ Because he wouldn't settle for anything less than perfecti— ❝ But then again, it is a little off over here, ❞ you point out, just to deflate his pride. There's still smugness to his tone. ❝ Would you like me to start over, then? ❞ ❝ Not on your life, Riley. ❞

He doesn’t mention how phenomenal he is at suturing, doesn’t mention that he sat in on a class for combat specialists early on in his career even though he didn't need to be there and was commended for his technique by the leading instructor. He definitely doesn't bring up the fact that he's been taking long on purpose just because he likes your company.

#simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #ghost x you #cod drabble #cod headcanons #cod mw 2 #cod mw x reader

[archermind]

sickness and soup

Spencer Reid x f!Reader

Description: You have called Hotch and told him you are unwell, making you unable to come into work today. Soon after you ended the call, there was a knock at your front door… to your surprise it was Spencer. Spencer was tasked by Hotch with the role of making sure you get better.

Content: fluff, fluff, and more fluff!

Author Note: this is my first time having a go at doing this. If anyone has any suggestions or feedback, feel free to offer it to me. (pls i beg lol) i hope you enjoy <3

Working in the BAU can be pretty intense. Some of the main things I find difficult about my job are cases involving children, when the unsub is a sick and twisted psychopath and the worst of them all… calling my boss when I feel sick. I will be honest there is no easy way to call Aaron Hotchner and tell him you can’t make it to work. I would drag myself limbless and bloody into Quantico just to avoid having to tell Hotch “I can't make it in today, sorry!” 

After the long awkward phone call of having to explain to Hotch why I will be missing the day off work, I sat pondering if I was just a hypochondriac or better yet a baby to the familiar enemy of every woman, my period. I had been up through the night, hurling acidic bile up into the toilet bowl from the pain of womanhood tearing up my insides. Periods are a bitch. 

My phone pinged from the living room as I was brushing my teeth for what felt like the hundredth time. My feet plodded from the bathroom through to the living room. I smiled as I saw the notification on my phone. ‘Garcia<3’. I opened the message to be met by a photo of her eating soup. ‘Missing you girl!’. I smiled as I responded with my own photo of me sad pouting and sent her a message of ‘i wish i was there :(‘. 

I threw my phone onto the couch making my way to my room. I sighed as I approached the huge pile of recently washed laundry which was dumped on my designated, ‘I'm too lazy to put these away so I will just dump them here’ chair. I rummaged through the pile pulling out any oversized shirt and shorts I could find. Today has not gone how i anticipated, all i wanted was to miraculously be rid of pain and be sat at the round table hearing of the next kidnap, dismembering and murder. I groaned as I attempted to atleast make my bed but was met with a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I gave up, throwing myself onto the bed like a child throwing a tantrum. 

Light knocks woke me from a deep sleep that I had no recollection of falling into. I quickly jumped up and made my way to my front door. I looked like a mess so when I opened my door to see Spencer Reid… if I didn't already feel like curling up in a ball and dying, I do now. Ever since joining the BAU i couldn’t help not develop a minor school girl like crush on him that only Penelope knows about. 

“Uh… Spencer.. Why are you here?” I questioned him, trying to hide my shameful appearance behind the door. I attempted a smile despite the shock I was in.

“Hotch told me i had to come check up on you but before i left Garcia told me to trust her and that this would make you feel… in her words ‘a hundred times better’” Spencer gave a warm smile as he forced a tub of soup towards me.

“Well it looks like there is enough for two. Would you like to maybe come and have some?” I asked him nervously as I shifted on my feet. 

He nodded as I opened the door wider to allow him to enter. I trailed behind him as he made his way to my living room sofa. I anxiously waited for him to say something to break the silence. It was unusual for Spencer to stay silent for this long. For as long as I have known Reid, it seemed he always had something on his mind that he was ready to ramble on about. 

“Erm.. you will have to mind the state of my apartment” I coughed as my mouth went dry from nerves, “i never really have guests and i haven't had a great morni-” i suddenly was cut off by Spencer as he started to ramble like i expected.

“Did you know that it only takes one droplet of contaminated air to catch an illness?” Reid cleared his throat before carrying on, “and i will be honest with you Y/N… i am not entirely sure why Hotch sent me because he knows i don't like germs”, i watched as he fidgeted with the buckles on his satchel bag. 

My mouth formed an ‘o’ as I realized Hotch didn’t tell him why I was actually not at work today. I started laughing, causing Spencer to avert his eyes to stare at me. Internally I felt bad but I couldn't help but find the poor boy sitting worried on my sofa humorous for his own unknowing. 

“Y/N, i’m being serious. It is not funny. Did you know most serious diseases are caused by airborne illnesses!” Spencer blurted out upset and confused.

“Spence… I'm not contagious." I started, as he gave me a confused look “i am ill from having really bad period pains” I announced as I hung my head in shame having to tell Spencer of all people that currently I am menstruating. Even though it is a natural human thing and I can't control it. 

To my surprise, Spencer stood up and walked towards me engulfing me in a hug. I found it weirdly unexpected. I half anticipated Spencer to run out the door and for the hills at the thought of me… bleeding. However, I found myself comforted by the warm hug. I was still so confused.

“I apologize Y/N if i made you feel horrible by technically categorizing you as contagious and disease-ridden” Spencer started chuckling as his chin rested atop of my head. I smiled at his apology. Although he never made me feel insulted, it was sweet to know he cared about my feelings enough to apologize if there was a misunderstanding. 

I walked into my bathroom, the room was dark but drowned in ambient orange candle lighting. The bath was full of bubbles and the steam from the hot water engulfed the room, inviting me in. Spencer had done all of this while I was finishing my leek and mushroom soup. Although it sounded disgusting, I found myself texting Penelope begging her for the recipe. The response was almost better than the soup ‘a chef never spills her secrets but for you my lovely… ofcourse’ i hummed gleefully as I placed the phone on the counter of my bathroom sink. I tore every item of clothing off and made my way to the calming bath. I settled myself within the bubbles as i leant back to rest my head and close my eyes. It was relaxing and just what I had needed. 

Time passed delicately, but soon enough the water lost its comforting warmth and my fingers' skin was being over-dramatic, wrinkling like I had been within the water for eighty years. As I stepped out of the bathtub, a faint knock was sounded from the door. 

“Are you okay Y/N?” Spencer shouted from behind the locked door sounding worried. 

“Yeah, I'm fine Spence.” i responded smiling at his caring nature

“Just checking because on average about 10 people die each day from unintentional drowning in swimming pools and bathtubs” Spencer rambled and I smiled in adoration, while I got dressed, that it always goes back to statistics with him. 

I opened the door and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, I'm not about to become a statistic today”. 

Spencer returned the warm smile before guiding me back to my living room. I gasped at the sight. Spencer had set up a blanket and some pillows on the sofa. While also supplying me a heating pad, chips and chocolate. I turned to him and placed a hand over my open mouth. 

“Thank you spence!” I wrapped my arms around him tight and placed my head on his chest. I couldn't believe how thoughtful and understanding he had been. “This means alot you know.” I spoke muffled. 

“You deserve it Y/N, you are one of the most caring and thoughtful people I know at the BAU. i don't think you realize how much we appreciate you sometimes” Reid explained, “ or how much your company and thoughtfulness means to me Y/N”. 

I looked up to see Spencer turn a deep shade of crimson as he blushed. I smirked as I didn't know he even had it in him to hug a girl let alone compliment one. I had a small sense of happiness, boastfulness and achievement that that girl was me. The rest of the day, Spencer stayed to watch movies, talk and keep me company. That was until we both fell asleep… wrapped in a blanket… in each other's arms.

#criminal minds #criminal minds imagine #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds fanfic #criminal minds fandom #penelope garcia #matthew gray gubler #david rossi #derek morgan #jennifer jareau #jason gideon #aaron hotch hotchner #aaron hotchner #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x you

[sayruq]

Here's what the situation looks like on the ground (bear in mind I'm not exactly an expert in war).

The Palestinian resistance fighters (it's not just Hamas you guys, every Palestinian militia is fighting right now) have been baiting Israeli forces into a ground battle ever since the operation started. IDF isn't exactly the best at on the ground battles which is why they usually prefer using their air force and long distance artillery. And also because Iran and Lebanon have indicated they will join the war if there's a ground operation in Gaza.

In preparation for this, Hamas and other groups have struck military bases and have taken equipment back to Gaza. In addition to weapons from Iran and Hezbollah, the fighters now have Israeli military weapons in their possession and they've been using them.

So far, Palestinian fighters seem to be achieving their objectives.

The Israeli response to the attack has been chaotic, careless and haphazard, something that has angered Israeli citizens. It took them hours to organise a coordinated response. The Iron Dome was rendered useless as thousands of rockets were launched into Israel.

There has been multiple reported cases of high ranking officers being killed

Many Arab military groups have either joined in or announced that they will join the fight so we might be looking at a regional war here.

This by the way is a big blow to Israel. It, alongside the US, has been working to normalise relations with Saudi and Emirati States like UAE.

So how long will this conflict last? All indicators point to 'a long while.'

The Israeli government has said this will be a long, difficult war for them.

Hamas has refused a ceasefire and is also prepared for a long conflict in Gaza and other Occupied territories (I've seen people say there's no fighting in the West Bank and that this is a Hamas only operation but that's not true)

I don't know what is going to happen next but I also don't think Israeli forces are going to crush Palestinian fighters quickly like a lot of people are expecting.

The casualties are already very high.

This is shaping up to be a very bloody conflict on both sides.

#palestine #free palestine #israel #gaza #west bank

[benedictscanvas]

i'd love to love you, someday - remus lupin x reader

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: it's just pining fluff with a couple pet names

a/n: hello sunflowers <3 this can be read as a part two to this, but it works on its own! i can't stop writing soft!fic right now, so if you have any requests along those lines, please do send them in. this was also technically requested by @onceuponaoneshot, I know you asked for young!Remus but i'm picturing early twenties in this!! i hope that's okay and i'm wishing you so well lovely <3

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Remus has now kissed the top of your head three times. He’s told you that he likes you twice. He still does not think that you’re aware of the overwhelmingly massive/silly little crush he has on you.

Crush is the wrong word, but he also thinks telling someone you love them before you’re even with them is, at best, naive and, at worst, selfish. He’s not in love with you, but he knows he could be. He knows he would be if he could kiss you on the top of the head whenever he liked, if he could run the backs of his knuckles over your cheek and stare at you, really stare at you. He knows he’d be in love with you then.

He needs to get you the message about his feelings first, though, because you seem persistent in ignoring them. He’d told you he liked you more than the rest of your friends at the night market and all you’d done is start referring to him as your best friend. He’d kissed you on the crown of your head twice at that time, then kissed you on the temple during a brave parting hug a week later. Just yesterday, after he’d watched you arguing with Sirius in the pub about something that didn’t matter at all, he told you breathlessly.

“I like you so much,” he had said, watching your chest heave after all that talking you’d done, watching a drop of sweat travel down your neck because the heating in this place is always far too hot.

You had laughed as if he said something funny and then almost shoved him over in your haste to get away from him. If he didn’t know you as he does, or if he listened to his insecurities, he’d think you were trying to brush him off. But he knows you, really knows you. He knows you were as embarrassed by his words as you are in the face of almost any affection. It’s why you call him an idiot so often, with that look in your eyes that gives him so much bloody hope. It hurts his chest sometimes.

Today he’s going to tell you how he feels and you’re going to understand him. He’s decided it.

“Remus!” you greet him, with an excitement he’s never sure he’s earned. You catch him in a tight hug, arms wrapped around his shoulders, so he braves his fourth kiss to the top of your head. When you pull away, you’re beaming up at him, “It’s so good to see you.”

“You saw me yesterday, lovely,” he says, just a fact, not a complaint. You furrow your brow. It’s adorable.

“Exactly. It’s so good to see you today. Especially without people trying to ruin our bestie time.”

He’s been pretending to hate that new phrase, so he rolls his eyes at you, but you just can’t stop beaming. He’s finding it difficult not to join you.

“You mean Sirius?”

You huff at the mention of him.

“He took up so much of my time last night. About cows! Can you believe that?”

“Yes,” he says, smiling wryly at you. You and Sirius could argue about anything and despite any protests, you both enjoyed it immensely.

“Right,” you huff again, “But still. It meant not nearly enough time talking to you. And I want to hear about your week! You said there was a promotion you were thinking of going for?”

He had said that. In a group setting, where he didn’t expect anyone to ever ask about it again. He’d been threatening to go for a promotion for a few years, but never quite managing to go for it.

“I thought you’d assume I chickened out again.”

“You’ve never chickened out!” you protest, linking you arm through his as you start walking through the park you’ve met in. At some point you’ll try to remember stop for lunch, but Remus isn’t sure when, “You decided it wasn’t for you.”

“Because I was scared,” he argued but you slapped him gently on the hand instinctively.

“Stop being self-deprecating” you warn him, “I don’t enjoy it.”

And he never wants to do anything you don’t enjoy, so he stops immediately. It’s amazing the effect you can have on him. He’s going to tell you so, so soon. Very soon. Next few sentences, he thinks. But then sentences go by and you get into a rather brilliant conversation and he just can’t butt in with his own wants. 

“Lily thinks he’s being stubborn but I think he just wants everything to be right for her.”

The two of you have been talking about Lily and James and their potential engagement for a few minutes now. It’s only a matter of time, but how much time is up for debate.

“He’s a romantic. It has to be perfect for her. You’d think he knows by now there’s no such thing.”

“You don’t believe in perfect?” you ask him, no longer clinging on to his arm but walking close enough that your arms brush every now and then.

“Not objective perfection, no,” he says, measuring his words carefully, “But I think something can be perfect to someone, you know? People can be perfect for each other.”

You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he knows the teasing is coming. He feels the flush creeping up his neck already.

“Like soulmates?”

Your eyes are alight with mischief.

“I suppose. If they’re not predestined. If you can choose your soulmate.”

“You think we were destined to be besties or that we chose each other then?” you say, as if it’s the most nonchalant thing in the world and you’re not implying that you might be soulmates. He feels lightheaded.

“You think we’re soulmates?”

“Answer my question, Rem! It’s a hypothetical, you love a hypothetical.”

You still look mischievous, not hypothetical, but he’ll answer you anyway.

“I don’t know how you feel, but I think I chose you as one of my favourite people. I feel very lucky you chose me back.”

He’s definitely blushing. He can feel it, even without bringing his hands to his cheeks to give it away. You’re grinning at him, and it’s making him blush more, but he also feels better. Feels like you might finally understand his meaning.

“This is why I can’t argue with you like I do Sirius,” you say, which wasn’t what he was expecting, “We agree on far too much.”

He smiles down at the ground to stop himself from barking out an altogether unattractive laugh. But it’s his chance and he’s going to take it, because he wants to so desperately.

“If my soul has a mate, I think it’s you,” he says quietly.

He’s sure his heart stutters in his chest in the brief silence that follows. You both walk a few more slow paces forwards but then you finally speak up.

“I’ve never had a person like you, all my life,” you say seriously, staring up into his face for a moment before you have to look where you’re going again and the moment he thinks is coming fades, “We must be as close as it gets, buddy.”

Buddy. His heart sinks. You are the prettiest human being in the world and the most oblivious and Remus really, really wants to fall in love with you. If only you’d let him. If only you could hear him basically declare you his potential soulmate and realise he might have some intentions towards you that weren’t very platonic.

He’s not sure if he’s chickened out or if you have, but he decides whatever moment he wanted isn’t going to arrive today. He spots a nearby cafe after a few minutes talking about his potential promotion, which he pinky promises to go for, so he’ll have to follow through.

A three hour lunch later, and another half hour walking back to your cars, and he hasn’t said another word to you about his feelings. But he’s had a lovely few hours and he thinks you have too.

"Bye, Rem. See you Wednesday?"

There's four of you going to play mini golf on Wednesday night. He hates mini golf.

"Can't wait. Bye, sweetheart."

Whatever rush he thinks he’s in fades when you kiss him on the cheek as you say goodbye. Once you’ve driven off in your car, waving to him all the way down the road, he decides that you might be working up the courage for something too, and he might need to wait until you’re both feeling brave to do something about it. 

He can wait. He carries that kiss on the cheek with him the rest of the weekend and into the next week, where he puts his name down for that promotion first thing Monday.

And if it’s solely so he has something to text you about, so be it.

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if you've gotten this far, please know i'm very grateful. really hope you enjoyed, sunflowers <3

#remus lupin x reader #remus lupin fluff #remus x reader #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin #marauders x reader

[gojofavho3]

Pretty much Nanami winned soo, let's do it, Nanami lives, why? Because I said so ‼️

A/n: Again probably english mistakes

When it comes to dialogue I'm not the best, you could see that in the other fanfic that had only one speech, but I'll try do my best. smut with plot

Idk if I should put no minors aloud because that would be a little Hypocrite tbh

Nanami leaved the house a half hour ago, so you were alone on the couch waiting for him. He said it would take time and he probably would arrive home late so you shouldn't wait, but still you wait

Man spreading, looking at the tv and the clook next to it

Watching some random show

9:27 pm

'he said he was going to Shibuya, so he probably arrives at this time' you think as your eyes look at the clook and then goes back to the show

Watching the random show

10:01 pm

Watching the same random show

11:32 pm

Watching the random show

12:56 pm

Your eyes were already tired from the cycle they had to do in the last 3 hours

You look to the living room ceiling, thinking about what to do

" I should get some sleep.. I'm tired as hell, and Nanami would probably scold me if he founds out I'm awake waiting for him.. "

You slowly get up and turn off the tv looking at the window seeing the sky, spacing out in the middle of the living room

Funny, it wasn't not even one star, at least that you could see, you decided to get a little close but stopped yourself in the moment, focusing and going to your shared room, with quiet steps you couldn't even hear your feet hitting the floor

Not even going inside the covers, you just stared to the bed and fall over with the face, putting you to sleep immediately

0:12 am

It was just silent, only your breathing could be heard in that room

...

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...

...

...

...

...

The front door opens

6:23 am

It was Nanami, his clothes were bloody and almost rip off, his hair was all messy, as he takes his shoes in a hurry and goes running to the bedroom

When he sees your figure almost falling off the bed he hugs you desperately, putting his head on your neck giving small kisses all over it

You obviously wake up with the hug that almost crushed you

" Nanami...? ...Your crushing me..."

" sorry, didn't mean to " he says putting you sitted on the bed, grabbing your hands, putting himself on his knees speaking softly looking into your eyes " god, I thought that was my end, I wouldn't bare losing you without a proper goodbye, that probably would be my only regret..."

You wasted no time to kiss him, as he also waisted no time to pin you down on the bed kissing you passionately, going to your jaw and you cheeks

" b-but, are you hurt anywhere? Do you need any medicine?? You look really.. hurt" You ask pulling Nanami softly out of your jaw looking at his brown beautiful eyes

" no need... I went to shoko first before coming home, didn't want you to worry so much " Nanami kisses you again going down slowly, taking your clothes off like the most care in the world as you do the same for him

His clothes seemed to be held by a very thin thread, so it wasn't that difficult to take off it.

As he takes out your boxes and throws it on the floor, he caresses your dick, going up and down, up and down with one of his hands while the other is grabbing your tights, squeezing them softly, not enough to hurt you

You were red as a tomato as you mantain your eyes shut trying not to do so many noises, but that quickly went away when he started to sucking it

And let me tell you, that guy looked like he was starving, because he was sucking that shit so bad that could fall at any moment

" n-nanami... hm! N-not so hard.. "

" I'm sorry, it's to good " Nanami says as he goes up giving a little peck on your lips, he put himself in your entrance " do you need me to prepare you sweet boy? "

You said no with your head, red cheeks not looking at his eyes to nervous

Nanami nods as he starts thrusting you in a slow speed at first but then started to get more fast, like how gojo got turned into half

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out

You were in tears and a whimpering mess, Nanami kissed all your tears while hugging your head murmuring 'i love you' in every single thrust, he missed you so much while in Shibuya, Seeing his life passing before his eyes, promising he'd come home

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out

Only broker his heart further thinking about it, imagining the sad face his love would have if he didn't come back, it just making him more angry just thinking about how he could would get killed by that blue hair freak

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out

Push in

Pushes out-

" NANAMI!!! " his lover yells as he was breathing heavily covering on his own cum, more white then a dream concert, with one eye closed and the other semi closed " c-could you stop...? I'm a little t-tired.. "

Nanami blink his eyes a few times, as he takes immediately his dick out of his lover one, continuing to hug him

" I'm sorry, got a little distracted " Nanami puts you and him inside the covers hugging you close " you okay my darling? I'm sorry that I was tough "

" you weren't tough, just got a little rough at the end, nothing to worry, I'm fine, as long your next to me... "

"...." he kisses you again and And starts rubbing his face against your cheek, kissing it "you should stop being so cute, it just makes more hard to leave the bed in morning"

" then don't leaveeee "

" you know I have to "

It was a silent after that was your head was in Nanami boobs not really knowing what to say

" so, you want to talk about your mission..? "

" not really "

" but could you at least tell me why you space out in that way? "

"..."

"do you remember curse I talked about with you? The one who killed that boy that befriend itadori?"

"Hmmm.... yes! I remember, he tried to kill you???"

"you could say yes, but fortunately, itadori appeared in the right moment"

His lover hugs him more as he gives a little smile and puts his hand on your head caressing it " I really need to thank itadori when I see him next time " you murmured in his chest

"your not allowed to leave bed tomorrow"

"but-"

"no buts, you will relax with me, you deserve it"

"... *sighs* fine"

He knows when it comes to argue with his man and his health is better just accept everything

"now that the mission finally ended you can relax after many hours of work, dw, I'll do your paperwork!!"

He doesn't argue with that and just hugs you further

He knows the mission is far from ending, as long as gojo stayed inside the box, he has to fight to protect the people he loves, especially for his lover

Bonus

.

.

.

" shouldn't we clean up..? "

" yes, but I'm to tired for that "

" I'll clean us both, and the sheets "

Nanami says holding you gently and putting you on the bath while he was changing the sheets like he said

" Nanami? "

" yes dear? "

"l love you "

" love you too "

Finally I ended this man

I wish I knew more english words, it would turn the story more interested, at least that's what I think

If you have any suggestions, please say, I feel like this is shiiit

But anyways

Hope you like it, and see you till next time ‼️‼️

Edit: I forget they were dirty 😭

#jjk headcanons #jjk x male reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x male reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #nanami x male reader #nanami x reader #jjk nanami

[ghostlychief]

Star Pupil

Request: Hello!!! Hope you have an amazing birthday. Can I please request a Ghost x fem!reader where Ghost is training a bunch of rookies, but they dont really take training seriously. Like ik it sounds very unrealistic as the battleground is very dangerous but yk- so like theese recruits are like, not trying or just rolling their eyes behind Ghosts back(ofc he notices) but reader catches Ghosts eyes bc she is the only one who is actually trying(and the only female among them) and taking the training seriously and he sometimes sees her training in her free time. Just wnated to know how he would react about this :33Feel free to ignore, and also HAPPY BIRTHDAY ONCE AGAIN <3

AN: HELLO this is so much later than when you requested (sorry lol) but i hope you enjoy what i threw together <33333 THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE!! hope you take care hon, and thanks for the birthday wishes when you originally sent this in!!!!! - Lee

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Oneshot: Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

warnings: none, cursing? it’s really just fluff

summary: you are a new recruit for the organization that squad force 141 is under. what happens when you are seemingly the only recruit that takes her training seriously, but also develops a crush on your instructor?

wc: 1.4k+ (this really turned into a whole thing huh)

enjoy!!!!

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Ghost should have known that a class of new recruits would be difficult to teach.

Hell, all of them were male, expect for one person who was a woman. The fact that the class was 99% male didn’t surprise him when the first day of teaching went to complete shit.

No one was listening to his instructions and he didn’t even know how most of these men qualified to even be here, training under him. They were unruly, constantly talking when he was giving instructions and in even some instances, they would mock and roll their eyes at Ghost when his back was turned.

The recruits were just lucky he didn’t see them mocking him, otherwise it would be a completely different story, and all those who participated would be packing their bags to go home.

It was a blow to his ego.

Did they not know what a unique opportunity this was? To be training with a member of the infamous squad 141?

141 was the best in the game, the best team out there to accomplish complex covert mission after mission. No one else had the skill set or the discipline to be as good as they are.

So, why the fuck was the next generation of the organization being such dipshits?

Much not to Ghost’s surprise, the sole recruit that was taking training seriously was the woman recruit.

After the first week, Ghost found himself looking up your file, wanting to know more about his star pupil. He figured you were around the same age as the other recruits, but it turned out that you were around his age, although a few years younger. You also had some field work under your belt. That must be why she seems so much more competent that her peers, Ghost thinks.

Before you were recruited to squad 141, you spent your late teens and early twenties going to a prestigious military school, specializing in military strategy and combat. Afterwards you joined an organization specializing in oversee operations. You also had a special skill in archery and close quarters combat, specifically knife play.

He was impressed to say the least.

He also couldn’t ignore the fact that he thought you were pretty. His teammates teased him relentlessly when they saw him, catching onto his schoolboy crush.

“Hey Ghost, how’s your star pupil?”

“Do you make all the other recruits run more laps than her?”

All of these stupid questions came with a smirk and at least one laugh from another team member. Ghost kept his cool though, he didn’t want to give them any more ammo to hit him with. Somehow these bastards found out I have a crush on her, bloody hell.

He didn’t even think he was being that obvious. However, when sifting through his memories, he realized he did talk about you a lot, especially after a drink or two. But who could blame him? You were at the top of your class, and outshone your pupils so easily. It was hard not to brag about you to 141.

You impressed him further when he spotted you training by yourself, during your precious free time. Typically, new recruits had a rigorous schedule, so any free time granted was special, not the be taken for granted. Most people took naps, drank, or simply lazed around with their friends during this time. However, you continued to amaze him at your dedication to be the best at your job.

He figured out your schedule so sometimes he would find himself trailing behind you (without your knowledge of course), and watch some of your solo training sessions. He wasn’t trying to be creepy, he just wanted to see what you focused on when you trained alone.

The next time he had training with your cohort, he found himself giving you specific pointers based on what he saw during your unaided training sessions.

As astounded he was by you, he never deliberately approached you, never singled you out. Apart from his tips here and there, he treated you like all the other recruits. Although he harbored a burrowing, yet growing crush for you, he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.

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Sooner than later your graduation came. Now you were no longer a measly recruit but a major, you were someone with ranks. You were proud to say the least, and little did you know, your instructor was just as proud, maybe even more so than yourself.

When you were on the way back to your dorms, you noticed Ghost leaning against the door to the hallway. You tried to suppress the warmness that threatened to spread onto your cheeks, so you looked down, hoping he doesn’t notice you.

All throughout your training you tried your best not to make it apparent about the crush you had on Ghost. You really tried your hardest to solely focus on the task at hand; which was, training. Sometimes, to distract yourself even further from him, you would spend your free time alone, training even more. The exercise helped quell your racing heart and aching bones that longed for a certain 6’4 lieutenant.

The enigma behind him was all the more intriguing. You could only see half his face, who wouldn’t be interested to learn more? You were dying to know what he looking like with his balaclava removed. You wondered if he had a mustache, or any facial hair for that matter that was hidden by the mask.

Did he have dimples? A freckle or two on his chin, near his mouth? What did his lips look like? Were they thin, thick? You just had so many questions sparked by your new found crush on him.

You were shocked and a little frazzled when your tactic didn’t work, because right as you’re about to past Ghost, he gingerly places a hand on your bicep, and says your name.

Now that you think about it, this was the first time he called you by your name, all other times he referred to you as Recruit 139.

For a man who’s skilled in killing people, he had such a gentle hold on you, not at all imposing. Your heartbeat picked up and when you glanced up at him, it raced even more.

“Hm? Oh, hi Lieutenant.” You slightly bowed even though his hand was still on you, the warmth sizzling through your shirt and seemingly marking your skin.

Before he could get a word in edge wise, you said hurriedly, “I just want to say thank you for being such a great instructor. You really motivated me to perform my best and try my hardest. So, again thank you.”

You found yourself slightly bowing again. Why do I keep doing that?

Too caught up in your own embarrassment of being around Ghost, you failed to notice the curve of his lips upturn under his balaclava, obviously endeared by you.

He removes his hand from your arm, and says, “No need to thank me, I mean you practically did all the work yourself. You were clearly more driven than your peers, along with all those training sessions you did during your free time-

“Wait what?”

When you look back up at Ghost you see that his eyes have widened. “How do you know I train by myself?”

Ghost lets out a chuckle in the form of a sigh, “I just saw you by accident a few times, wasn’t stalking or anything.” He holds up his hands as if to confirm.

“Ah, is that why you gave me suspiciously specific pointers during training sessions? I thought you were reading my mind!”

This time he grants you a full laugh, “No, no minding reading here.”

He takes a step towards you, and you automatically take a half step back, not used to being so close to the lieutenant.

“Anyways, what I wanted to originally ask you was, do you want to go out for celebratory drinks? You are my star pupil after all. Well, no longer a pupil, but a colleague.”

You tried to hide your awe. Is he really asking me to go get drinks?

You’re about to reject, when you realize that this is your chance and like he said, you are no longer a student of his, but rather a colleague.

You pretend to ponder his request, bringing a finger to rub your chin and grant him a sweet smile. “Hmm, are first rounds on you?”

Though, he sees right through your act.

You hear him cough, as if suppress another laugh, and then he says, “Of course. That would just be rude if it wasn’t, hm?”

Your smile widens, and Ghost thinks he may pass out, “You’re damn right.”

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Simon “Ghost” Riley Masterlist

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[eldritch-nightmare]

Had smth in mind based on those Jeff Headcannons you did,,,,,What about The Doll Maker or Bloody Painter(or both idk I’m indecisive) yandere Headcannons but with a willing reader,,,Thought abt that while listening to Ayesha Erotica, idk how

a/n: your wish is my command. going with the bloody painter since i haven't really written much for him here yet. this one got away from me a bit. sorry if it's messy, but i hope you find enjoyment from it nonetheless <3

yandere bloody painter with a willing s/o.

warnings: gn!reader, yandere content, puppeteer cameo bc why not, crush at first... smile?, reader goes to an art school, reader has some questionable morals, stalking, possessive behavior, murder, blood, breaking and entering, the public nor authorities doesn't know that helen is the bloody painter in this btw, morbid painting, a brief description of gore, idk art so sorry if i describe it incorrectly.

Oh, man. I can see him behaving in two different ways. One is the way he'd behave around you if you were there in his childhood and the other is if he met you after everything happened. For this, we'll focus on how he behaves after everything happened.

Helen is very emotionally reserved and pretty apathetic, to be honest with you. It's very difficult to get close to him. I like to think that you two met while he was getting some more art supplies.

He saw you struggling to pick between two paints and, being the artist that he is, he decided to do something a little nice for once and help you out.

And, a little bit to his surprise, that led to a rather lengthy conversation about art as you detailed to him the art project you were working on and how you really weren't sure what direction you wanted to take it because the prompt given to you didn't give you any ideas.

And as we all know, Helen is nothing if not an artist. So, obviously, he listens to every little detail you provide him and offers some advice that may help you out before you two go your separate ways.

And--

Huh. Why'd his chest suddenly feel all warm at the sight of your smile?

He finds himself drawing your smiling face later, thinking that maybe the warm feeling in his chest was just a random burst of inspiration. I mean, he is an artist after all. Inspiration tends to strike at the most random times.

His dear friend seems to think otherwise.

"Aw, does Helen have a little crush?" -> "If you don't have anything of value to say, then please keep your mouth shut."

He doesn't have a crush on you. Not that he knows what it's like to have a crush, I mean he's never been in love before, but he doesn't. No way.

Then he sees you again, and damn. I guess The Puppeteer was right. He does have a crush. Oh well. He accepts this revelation immediately and comes to terms with this newfound feeling rather quickly.

It's just a small crush, one that he's sure will go away soon. But he's never felt this way before, and the feeling leaves him curious, so he finds himself actively seeking you out.

He doesn't consider it to be stalking at first, just... studying. But then he follows you home one day, and he realizes that maybe these feelings of his aren't as small as he thought they were.

Does he feel bad for stalking you? I think, momentarily, he questions why he's doing this but... he's not a great guy in the first place. He does kill people and use their blood as paint, after all.

And you're aware that someone is watching you. You can feel eyes on you most nights. You should be scared, you know that, but... for some reason, you don't. If anything, you start leaving your blinds open more often.

Helen will sometimes even sketch you while he watches you. The way you hold yourself and the way you move around... it just makes him want to capture every moment he can in his sketchbook. He even briefly considers picking up photography as a hobby the longer he watches you, but he decides to just stick with his own form of art.

But he really likes it when he gets to see you make your own art.

And that's when he breaks into your home for the first time. You were out with some friends, and when you came home, you noticed your door was unlocked. At first, you didn't really think much of it, but when you went to your room, you couldn't help but feel as if something were off.

It took you a while, but you soon discovered that some of your drawings were missing. Thankfully, none of the ones you drew for class were missing.

You had no means of contacting your stalker, which you suppose is a good thing, so instead you just wrote on a piece of paper and taped it to your window.

'Glad you like my drawings.'

And the next day, taped on the outside of your window was a little doodle of a smiley face.

You didn't give this odd relationship much thought, to be honest. You thought it was kinda cute that this random stranger seemed to derive some type of joy from watching you. He hasn't done anything to hurt you, and his intentions don't seem malicious, so you honestly had no problem with it.

Of course, your friends definitely thought it was weird. They think that you need to report your stalker to the police, but you choose to ignore their concerns. You reassure them that if you ever feel as if you're life is in any danger, you'll inform the authorities about what's happening.

So, it goes on like this for a while. Helen would mostly stick to watching you from afar, but sometimes he'd break into your place while you're sleeping just to get a closer look at you. Sometimes, you'll wake up and there will be a drawing of you on your nightstand. You keep those drawings tucked away safely in one of the many empty sketchbooks you own.

Then a... domino effect of sorts took place.

You started going to a new café since it was closer to where you lived and closer to the school you attended. -> There's a cute barista there who always flirts with you whenever you buy a coffee or get yourself a treat. -> You humored their behavior because you thought it was cute, so you would flirt back sometimes. -> It became routine, and a couple weeks into the routine, the barista just up and vanished.

You thought they had quit, but you overheard some of the other employees at the café whispering about how they hadn't heard anything from them.

Something that should have been completely unrelated, you lose your red paint. You can't find it anywhere.

Continuing on with the domino effect, a day or two goes by and you hear on the news that the barista you had been flirting with was found dead in their home, drained dry of their blood. The police believe this to be another victim of The Bloody Painter.

You wouldn't have thought much of it, but then you notice a note taped to your window.

'There's a gift for you in your kitchen.'

And when you went to your kitchen, you saw a container resting on the counter. It wasn't translucent or see-through, so you couldn't see inside of it, but there was another note resting on top of it.

'I saw you were out of red paint, so I got you some more. We should meet up this week and paint together, don't you think? I'd love to see what you can create with this.'

And the note wasn't signed with a smiley face this time. It was signed with a name.

Helen Otis.

You set the note to the side and one quick look inside the container told you that he had given you blood to use as paint.

It didn't take you long to piece together what was going on here. The blood he had given you was no doubt the blood of the barista who had been murdered, which means... your stalker was that serial killer that's been all over the news these past few months.

The person who has been breaking into your home and leaving you those drawings was a serial killer. And he... he trusted you enough to tell you his name?

Holy shit, that's a lot to take in.

You should be panicking. Hell, you should be calling the police to let them know about all of this. You'd be doing the world some good if you did that, and it would save a lot of lives.

But your gaze drifts back to the note, and your mind wanders to all the drawings he's made of you, and... this was just so...

Cute. It felt romantic, even.

He killed a person you had been flirting with and gave you their blood as a gift. That has to be his way of letting you know that you were his.

You didn't even think about what you were going to do. You took the container of blood and you took it to your room. It didn't take you long to set up a tarp on the ground since it was no doubt going to drip onto your floor and you really didn't need blood stains in your carpet.

And you searched up a reference of what you wanted to paint, and you immediately got to work.

Later that night, while you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, Helen was breaking into your home for the nth time.

The reason why is because you had left a note for him to see on your window, one that had certainly caught his attention.

There's a gift for you in the kitchen.

You've never left him a gift before, so his curiosity was certainly piqued.

He made sure to be quiet as he made his way to your kitchen, not wanting to wake you up. He wasn't ready to meet you. Not yet.

When he gets to your kitchen, he certainly wasn't really expecting to see a canvas resting on the counter, a white sheet covering whatever was painted on it. A sticky note was placed on the sheet as well, and Helen stepped closer to it to read it.

This is what it looked like, right?

p.s. I'm willing to take you up on that offer.

And on the corner of the sticky note, there was a small smiley face doodle. How cute.

With the note read, Helen wasted no time carefully removing the sheet from the canvas, a subtle excitement coursing through his veins.

And... oh. Oh, you're as fucked up as him, aren't you?

What he sees is a downright devastatingly beautiful piece of work.

The painting was completely done with just the blood he had given you, with a few pencil marks for shading, and it depicted the murder he had committed just a few days prior.

He imagines that it was rather easy to find a photo of the crime scene online, but you were somehow able to capture the scene perfectly and you weren't ever there.

From the way the body was hanging upside down from the ceiling, a few buckets underneath it to collect the blood dripping from it. The way lifeless look in their eyes that you had done with a pencil... the gashes all over their body...

You had passed the test he had set up for you.

He took this as a sign of acceptance. A sign that you wanted to be his. You wouldn't keep the blood and make such a masterpiece with it if you didn't, right?

A slight smile formed on his face at the thought, and he stood there and admired the art you had made for him.

Hmm... maybe he'll stick around until you wake up...

#tanuukiiii #the bloody painter x reader #the bloody painter x you #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #yandere x reader #yandere bloody painter #yandere bloody painter x reader #yandere creepypasta #yandere creepypasta x reader

[stories4thepack]

Revenge is so sweet

Wednesday x fem!reader

Warnings: gun, blood, reader death, murder

(If you want a part 2, message below, requests about the plot are welcome!)

The courtyard was in flames, the heat almost burning your skin. Though the gothic outcast beside you didn’t seem too bothered by the intense fire

The downside of being a Normie was that you were.

You had run into the courtyard looking for Enid. The werewolf had always looked after you when you needed her. You wanted to repay the favour. When you had run into the school, ignoring the shouts of the students behind you, you knew that Enid would not be here.

But someone else would

And if you could help the girl you had a crush on, that would give you a better chance of being allowed to buy her coffee.

And within three minutes of arriving, you had plunged a broken sword into Crackstones back. Narrowly missing his heart, but shifting his attention onto you instead of Wednesday who he had been slowly suffocating.

And when Wednesday plunged the tip of the shattered blade into his black heart, you ran to her side as his body exploded, thinking that you would be able to ask her out.

Until you heard the gun click

“Y/n, why would you betray your own kind?”

Laurel hissed as she walked down the steps, gun trained on Wednesday.

“You brought a gun to a sword fight, probably the first smart move you’ve made all day”

But Wednesdays voice began to fade as a loud buzzing filled your ears. You saw Laurels lips moving, her finger tightening slowly around the trigger. You didn’t even have a second to think, before the gun shot echoed around the Quad.

You wrapped your arms tightly around Wednesdays shoulders, crying out as you heard the gun fire. Stumbled into her, her cold hands going to your back, trying to keep you standing

Her fingers slipped into your bullet wound

You fell, Wednesday only just catching you before you hit the floor. Her eyes were filled with shock, her fingers went to you face as she tried to get you to respond to her

But it hurt

You place one of your hands over your stomach, trying to stop the blood flowing from the wound. You didn’t want to die, you wanted to hug Enid, wanted to see your parents smiling faces.

Wanted to buy Wednesday one fucking coffee!

Your chest felt tight, your breathing becoming slowly more difficult. You could feel Wednesdays arm around the back of your shoulders, and suddenly dying didn’t feel quite so bad. Because she was holding you…

“Wednesday.”

You muttered, smiling slightly as you looked at her. Taking in each and every inch of her face. Your free, bloody hand went to her cheek, thumb brushing stray strands of her hair from in front of her eyes.

You hear a loud buzzing and what seems to be Eugene swearing, but you’ve become too weak to move your head to look.

Why would you want to look away from Wednesdays gentle gaze anyway

“That was something,”

You smile, the action making you wince. Wednesday opens her mouth to respond, but she’s cut off by your sudden coughing and distracted by the blood flowing out of your mouth. She hadn’t realised she was holding your hand, adding more pressure to your wound before she felt blood cover her fingers. Your blood, coating her skin.

And this time, it didn’t feel as nice.

“You owe me a coffee.”

You say, your sight slowly becoming darker with each weak breath

“But now, you’ll have to go with Enid.”

“I would rather go with you.”

Wednesday states, her heart aching with the thought of loosing you, knowing that it was going to happen. She could hear the paramedics behind her, feel the hands trying to pry her off you. Before she’s torn away from your side, she hears you mutter

“I knew it.”

Wednesday had never felt more angry, and she knew just who to take it out on. The second the paramedics disappeared with your body on a stretcher, she turned to face the bitch who had killed you.

And she loved the way her skull cracked under her boot more than you would ever imagine.

Because revenge tasted so sweet!

#Wednesday Addams x reader #Wednesday Addams x y/n #jenna ortega #wednesday #reader death #Wednesday fluff #Wednesday sad #Wednesday death

[thefrogdalorian]

Hiiiii can you please do a din djarin fic where he is helping the reader with her injuries and she is nervous and insecure

Hello there, dear anon. It would be my pleasure! I started off writing Din tending to your wounds and an actual plot sort of developed out of it. Might've gotten a little carried away, but I hope this is something like what you were looking for.

Hope that you enjoyed it and thank you for sending me a request! ♡

Word Count: 2398 Rating: General Summary: You have spent the last few months caring for the son of a mysterious Mandalorian who moved to Nevarro. Along the way, you found yourself developing a crush on him. However, when you arrive for your latest shift, you are stunned to discover that rather than caring for Grogu, Din wants to spend the day with you. Although it doesn't go entirely as planned, you both end up with a little more than you bargained for. Content Warnings: Brief descriptions of bloody injuries to reader's hands and knees.

The touch on your throbbing hand was so achingly gentle that it was difficult to believe the man currently tending to your injuries once had such a notorious reputation for violence and destruction throughout the galaxy, thanks to his time in the Guild. The Mandalorian that you so admired had assumed many roles throughout his life: first he was a son, then a Mandalorian foundling. During adulthood, he had been a mercenary and a Bounty Hunter long before he was a father. There was even a brief time where he was technically Mand’alor, before his current role working with the New Republic. But today, Din Djarin took on a new role: nurse.

The day had started off promisingly enough. You arrived at Din’s cabin on the outskirts of Nevarro for your usual shift, expecting to take care of Grogu while Din ran some errands in town. But instead of answering the door like he usually did, clad in a full suit of armour and holding Grogu in his arms, Din's appearance was noticeably different. While he wore his usual helmet and gloves, everything else was unrecognisable. Instead of his unpainted Beskar, Din wore a form-fitting brown shirt with matching brown shorts and what appeared to be hiking boots. You were instantly curious, fearing you had perhaps gotten the time for your shift confused.

But even more intriguing than Din’s appearance was that Grogu was nowhere to be seen. Before you could question Din on his son’s whereabouts, he explained that he had already left Grogu in the care of High Magistrate Karga. You turned to leave, realising that, clearly, your services would not be required today. But Din gently grabbed your wrist to prevent you from walking away so that he could explain his actions. It transpired that Din wanted to spend the day with you and that leaving Grogu had been the first step of his plan. Now, it was time for the two of you to spend the day exploring the volcanic planet you both inhabited.

As the two of you had set out on a hike across the lava flats of Nevarro, you found your head was spinning with questions. Why in Maker’s name did Din want to spend time with you? What had you done to be worthy of his time? After all, you were initially employed to look after Grogu because Din was often so busy during the brief time he spent between missions that he wanted to enjoy his time and run errands that could be difficult with a child tagging along. Why would he waste a day on you?

Despite the questions spinning around in your mind, you were too shy to vocalise a single one of them. It was to be expected, as you found that you were always nervous in Din’s presence. You found him equal parts intimidating and mesmerising with his hulking, looming presence as he shimmered in all of his unpainted Beskar glory. You loved his deep, raspy voice and the way he held himself so confidently.

After so many months of getting to know him and caring for Grogu, you found that you had developed somewhat of a crush on the mysterious Mandalorian who you had taken on childcare duties for. Although some of your nerves had dissipated the more time you had spent with Din, there was still a feeling whenever you were around him that you could not quite explain. You just knew that whenever you left him, you ached to be in his presence. Any amount of time with him would never be enough.

Was it a possibility, given his sudden desire to spend time with you, that Din reciprocated such feelings? It was a thought that had caused you to almost fall over your own feet several times, so giddy were you at such a prospect. You had mentally chastised yourself each time, reminding yourself that you needed to focus and keep your balance. There would be nothing more embarrassing than tripping over yourself because you were too busy daydreaming about what being on the receiving end of Din Djarin’s affections would feel like.

So, instead, as you followed Din across the planet’s surface, you tried to focus on the purposeful, even steps that he was taking by staring at his weathered brown boots. But even that proved difficult, given the fact that above his boots were his legs, which were, for once, bare. You found yourself unable to tear your gaze away from his muscular calves as he strode along Nevarro’s grey-black volcanic surface. The firmness of his skin and how tanned it appeared fascinated you. You wondered what such skin would feel like beneath your hands. Would it be soft and smooth or weathered like the leather of his boots? You wondered, too, whether the smattering of dark hair on his legs was any indication about the hair on top of his head. You knew that removing his helmet in your presence would violate his creed, but you wouldn't lie and say that you weren't curious about what he looked like. You often wondered whether Din's face matched his gorgeous voice.

You watched in awe as Din's muscular arms reached up to adjust the bag that was slung across his broad shoulders. You were just appreciating being in his presence as much as you were his physicality. Ever since you had first met Din, you had felt inexplicably drawn to him. You would follow him anywhere in the galaxy, should he only ask. 

As it happened, today he was asking you to join him on a hike up one of the volcanos that littered the Nevarrian surface. You had been a little daunted at the prospect of such an endeavour, but Din promised you that the views would be worth it. So despite your reservations, you began to follow him to the top of the volcano. 

Things had been progressing nicely for the most part. Although you had struggled to keep up with Din at first with the long strides he took, he had adjusted his pace and the two of you had fallen into step at each other’s side.

Your heart felt as though it was beating out of your chest. You weren’t sure if it was because of the exertion from hiking up a volcano or at the realisation of how close the man you harboured a crush for was to you. Although the temperature was beginning to rise as it approached the afternoon, you were actually starting to enjoy the hike. The frequent water breaks that you took were welcome, too. You and Din would sit for a few minutes and share sips from the canteen of water he had brought. Din used a long straw to take his sips, a sight that you found impossibly adorable. There he was, such a mountain of a man, using a small straw to take small sips of his drink.

As you set off from your most recent water break, it appeared that the path ahead of you narrowed. You and Din resumed walking in single file, treading a careful path across the surface. Din warned you to mind your step as there were rocks up ahead, but in the couple of seconds you took your gaze off the path to look at what lay ahead, your foot snagged something. 

Everything which followed seemed to happen in slow motion, you put your hands out to brace yourself, which proved to be a painful mistake.

“Din!” You screamed as you tumbled to the ground.

For a few moments, you thought that you had avoided any injury. Your pulse was racing, your heart pounding in your head as you lay there disorientated. The first thing you heard once your senses returned was the crunch of the gravel underneath Din’s boots as he raced to your aid. Then, the T-visor of his helmet came into view. Din placed his hands underneath your shoulders and gently helped you into a seated position. It was only then, with him in front of you, that you finally felt the extent of your injuries.

You howled in pain as Din held your left hand carefully in his. Finally, you felt the way it stung. Your palm throbbed, it felt as though you had just been cut by shards of glass. Although the cuts weren’t deep and, luckily, you had avoided any stones getting stuck in your skin, blood was seeping from the cuts on the palm of your hand.

“Oh dear. That looks painful,” Din offered sympathetically as he assessed the extent of your injuries. “Hold on, I have a medkit in this bag.”

As Din swung the bag over his shoulder, you looked down at the rest of your body to check for further injuries. You felt your stomach drop as you noticed more blood oozing from your leg.

“Din, it’s my knee, too,” You whined, as your left knee joined your hands throbbing with pain.

“It’s okay, I have some Bacta patches and spray. I’ll have you patched up in no time,” Din said softly.

You sat back and watched as this enormous, hulking man removed his gloves and began to tend ever-so gently to your wounds. Perhaps, if you weren’t in so much pain, you would have appreciated the fact that the two of you were touching skin-to-skin, with no barriers between you.

Din's broad shoulders hunched over as he carefully examined the damage and began to apply the Bacta spray to your hands. You had been privileged enough to witness the softer, caring side of Din Djarin on multiple occasions since you had met him during the time the two of you had spent together in his cabin. However, the caring side of him was usually reserved for his interactions with Grogu. But today, it was your turn to experience this tender side of the Mandalorian that you had once been so intimidated by.

Now the Bacta spray was beginning to take effect and lessen the thrumming pain in your hand, you found that nerves overtook you. Your heart raced with anxiety. You were so nervous that being in such close proximity would reveal the extent of your feelings for Din.

But you were distracted by such thoughts as Din applied the Bacta patches to your injured hands. You bit your lip to stop the tears that threatened to fall down your cheeks, moved by how much care he took with his ministrations. With your hands successfully cared for, Din moved to address your injured knee.

“You probably think I’m a clumsy fool,” You scoffed as Din tended to your knee, suddenly embarrassed at how careless you had been in his presence. The man just wanted to spend his day off hiking up a volcano, he had invited you to join him and you had ruined those plans by being such a bumbling idiot.

“Never,” Din shook his head with absolute conviction in his voice. Din raised his helmet to look at you and softly added: “I could never think such a thing about you, cyare.”

The tears you had been holding back then flowed freely down your cheeks. You found yourself so moved by his reassuring words and the kindness and warmth in his voice. The word Din had used meant nothing to you but you supposed it was from his native tongue.

“Come here,” Din sighed as he inched his way to sit closer towards you. He moved his hands to cup your jaw gently, wiping the tears that began to feel with his thumbs. 

The comforting words and actions had the opposite effect, however, as more tears trailed hot paths down your cheeks.

“I’m sorry for ruining your day, Din,” You sniffled apologetically as you struggled to meet his helmeted gaze.

“Ruin it?!” Din exclaimed, incredulous at such a notion. “Never.” He asserted. “Any day I spend with you is a day to be treasured. I enjoy your company.”

“Really?” You asked, stunned at his admission, wiping your cheeks with the backs of your hands as the tears finally began to subside.

“Of course,” Din nodded. “I’m sorry today didn’t work out. I wanted to show you the most gorgeous view on Nevarro. As it turns out, it appears it was right here in front of me all along…”

Your mouth hung open and your eyebrows shot up your face as you stared at the Mandalorian by your side in stunned silence.

“Oh, Din…” You whispered, voice full of emotion. But you were still a little confused. You furrowed your brow and sought clarity: “Do you… I mean…” You stammered, unable to form coherent thoughts following the implication of his words.

“Let me be clear: I intended for us to hike to the top of the volcano so that we could finally have some time alone,” Din took a deep, steadying breath before he continued: “And once up there… I could tell you that ever since I met you, I haven’t been able to shake you from my mind. I think you’re an incredible person and, if you’d allow me to, I’d like to get to know you better.”

“I’d love that, Din,” You practically squealed. “Although, perhaps for our first proper date, we should do something indoors,” You joked, the pain from your fall already subsiding after the rush of excitement that coursed through your body after Din had confessed his feelings for you.

Din laughed at that and wrapped his arm around you. The two of you shifted to a more comfortable position on the ground, swinging your legs out over the side of the rocky path and facing out to the rest of Nevarro. Even though you hadn’t made it to the top due to your unfortunate accident, you reasoned that it couldn’t possibly be as incredible as this. You were sure the view was even better from down here, especially with Din’s strong arm slung around your shoulders. You smiled as his hand rubbed the top of your arm gently as you leaned against his firm, warm chest.

You sighed in contentment as you gazed across the volcanic planet before you. It may have taken you falling flat on your face to finally force the two of you to address your feelings for each other, but it was undoubtedly a price you were willing to pay.

#my fics #request #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian x reader #mando x reader #din djarin fanfic #din djarin fanfiction #pedro pascal characters #din djarin fluff #me: oh maybe i'll write 500 words.... also me: ends up writing almost 2.4k adhgjk DOWN CATASTROPHICALLY! #inbox

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What's your personal favorite headcanon you've thought of and why?

Oh man, it's genuinely tough to pick a favorite - I love getting to piecemeal character concepts together, and lots of those HCs are special just in that respect, as they all tend to anchor on specific traits that I find interesting to write (speech, gait, emotional reactiveness, head voice vs. spoken voice, scent profile, fashion tastes, what animal/element/etc. they're associated with...the drawer is overflowing. It's a problem 🥲)

The one Ghost headcanon I've been toying with a lot recently (and that I personally love the idea of) is that all the Papas have magical abilities, and corresponding tattoos that are only visible when their spells are being cast.

I'm a sucker for magic anything, so that's partly why it's a favorite, but I also love the dual-edgedness of it: that it's something hidden, and seen by only a select few, and in that way very intrinsic to each of them.

The tattoos, and magic as a whole, also have direct correlations with their auras and how another spellcaster might see them, e.g.:

Primo's is a dark plum, almost indigo, with an autumnal chill. His spells smell like smoke and musk, and a touch of floral decay. It's unsettling to be around - just as he sometimes can be, in the right light. His tattoos primarily crest over his shoulders and arms, and end at his palms.

Secondo's is a bright, bluish sort of seafoam, and it feels heavy, even electric, the way ozone changes the feeling of air before a storm. His spells have a petrichor-like quality about them, and a trace of cypress. His tattoos are congregated largely at his back, spreading out from his spine.

Terzo's is an orangey, snapdragon-like pink: warm as a pyre and prickled as a bed of thorns. His spells have a tang of clove, incense, and an almost bloody, metallic edge. His tattoos largely follow his heartlines: branching out from his sternum and shoulders to the underside of his arms, and curving down his waist and thighs.

Copia's is a visceral, glaring red, the kind that is almost difficult to stare at too deeply, with hints of tiger's eye gold. The first thing any seer will notice is its omnipresence, which feels smothering, and in many cases frightful to sense in a single man. It smells like that herbal sweetness of crushed leaves, and a hint of woodsmoke. His tattoos cover his arms, most of his chest, and portions of his neck.

I've realized that all of these ideas are steadily morphing into how I write these characters in a scene, so it just...feels like a crux of them all, at this point. But I think it's a fun concept :-)

#thank you for the ask! 🖤 #asks #the band ghost #ghost band headcanons #papa emeritus i #papa i #primo #papa emeritus ii #papa ii #secondo #papa emeritus iii #papa iii #terzo #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #copia #the ramble is rambling #but genuinely like #it is all about the Vibe #these sons of bitches (across fandoms) have PAGES of just. things i have assigned as Them #don't get me started on the playlists #(you're welcome to. I also have too many of those alsfjl)

[edajcheel]

MY SECRET DESIRES ~

Synopsis: What are their darkest fantasties about you?

Characters: Floyd L. & Jade L.

Gender of MC: Your choice

TAGS: YANDERE. Gore, very sadistic, delusion, cannibalistic, control, self-centered eels, bloody, forceful, weird experiments, messed up sense of love, BEWARE.

Floyd ♡

He loves squeezing the lives out of people's bodies. He loves seeing the agony in their faces. The eyes bloodshot and wide, and their veins popping. Floyd Leech is a man with unique tastes. A very sadistic creature all and all.

Whenever he gets tasked to deal with Azul's special clients, Floyd couldn't be more rapturous.

Cornering his victim, and wrapping his large hands around their throats just so he can give a harsh squeeze. The wails of his victims getting cut off instantly after their windpipe gets crushed on. and their pleas for him to let go.

You look like your havin' a difficult time there, huh?

He squashes their throats brutally with no mercy, waiting for their eyeballs to pop out of their sockets– as if it was just a simple toy in his hands. Their skin soon pales and then death waits for them at the door. Shortly, he throws them on the ground, and discards them. Nonchalantly walking away from the poor soul that had their esophagus compressed into mash.

Floyd Leech wants to consume you.

His eyes trail over to you everytime your in his vicinity. His eyes were always captured by you. His heterochromia eyes that looked you up and down. and was always the blame for his fantasies. His delusional thoughts that made him lick his bottom lip sinisterly. One could never see through what his eyes and mind made up.

He wants to take you in his grasp. and shower you with all his affection and love. He wants to give you his candies, and skip classes with you. He wants to cradle you, and bother you everyday. He wants to be the only one who gives you food. He wants to be with you, every hour of the day. He wants to squeeze you, so you can feel his never ending love for you.

He wants to hug you tightly, and squeeze out all the air from inside you. He can't help but get hot under his collar by seeing you gasp for air. F-floyd..! S-stop! He's infatuated with the way your veins pop in adrenaline. Your eyes that widen like oysters make his heart melt. Your overwhelmed by his amount of love.

Floyd Leech can't get enough of you.

No, he's not hurting you. Are you slow in the head, shrimpy? He's loving you! Why would you accuse him of something like that.

Blood drips from your lips, the result of your teeth that had to nip into something out of stress. But your eyes are locked on Floyd's eyes. His eyes are full of misinterpretation and worse, obsession.

Floyd wants to pop you like a balloon, so your blood can splatter everywhere around his bedroom. So he can smell you everyday in his life, that will surely make him happy every second of the day. Nothing could make him any more content than you. This is why he's doing this. He's showing you his true love for you. He wants you to know that he loves you so much that he even wants to devour you.

Floyd wants to burst you open and capture the sight of your guts littered onto the floor, and your blood splattered about on his walls. He wants to snap your bones, and cut you open so he can see that bloody, and tasty flesh. He wants to bite into your fresh and warm body hard enough that he takes a chunk out of you. He'll sink his canines into your flesh and chow down.

He'll suck on your fingers and eat you all up, even licking the small puddles of blood. He won't leave anything behind. Soon, you'll finally become one with him.

But he won't do that just yet. He wants to be able to smell your scent, hear your comforting voice, and listen to your breathing patterns for much longer.

Your not one of those many lame toys he's squeezed.

No, your different. Your something he truly loves. And your going to have to deal with his sick view of what love is.

I'll squeeze in so much of my love for ya, that you'll just be my brainless lil' shrimp! ♡

Jade ♡

Jade Leech adores the unexpected. The exciting and almost ecstatic stimulation of getting outwitted, and kept on his toes is what keeps his drive. The surprising abnormalities and unanticipated results are things he observes with pleasure.

He's always waiting in suspense for the same thrill to fill up in the pit of his stomach. He's quite fond of letting Mother Nature naturally decide what chaos to ensure next.

But, he doesn't mind making havoc by himself either.

For instance, his terrariums. He loves them dearly, and tends to them whenever he can. Although, the thing a terrarium desperately needs to survive and persevere is an almighty God that would take care of it consistently. and a man like Jade is perfect for that job.

He's an experimentalist. When he's interested in something, his curiosity may be endless at times. His curiosity may never be a good thing either...

To damage his own creations for his interest– he wouldn't hesitate. He is their God, after all, he doesn't need to worry. He can fix them right back up again. He doesn't have any limits, or rules to abide by while observing his terrariums.

Similar to how he examines an organism like you.

He studies you frequently, passing by halls, the cafeteria, Mostro Lounge, and even the few classes you both share together. He eloquently writes down his observations in his personal diary about you like it's his regular day task.

Jade Leech is aching to tie you down and inspect you.

Such an intricate specimen. A land dweller with the most interesting features. Something he's never seen. He wants to study every aspect to you. Print all the research he's done on you in his little diary dedicated to you.

But things could be a little bit tough. and some might say overboard. Sharp edges of knives, masks that conceal, rope that could tear skin, collars that may so constrict the breathing, needles as sharp as the deadliest sea creature that draws blood, and claws that tease your gut.

Let out those delectable reactions of yours, and entertain him as best as you possibly can. Let your blood seep from the thin, but deep cut on your arm into the tube. Let him collect every riveting piece of you so he can commence with his research efficiently.

Jade Leech wants to hold your beating heart in his bare hands.

As much as he adores looking at your external features. His curiosity can't help but tug even deeper. His, or, your most prized possession is the bleeding, and alive heart that sits right underneath your chest.

The heart that quickens within when he draws near, but slows in relief as he leaves.

He wants to plunge into your body, and snatch your heart. He'll protect it by all means and even make a terrarium just for your love.

The fleshy and squishy substance in his hands are evidence to which that your love will, and always, belong to him.

Jade grins with glee, as he holds your love gently and sweetly while he places his other hand right over his chest where his own heart is. Jade connects your hearts together like the red string of fate, a show of how soulmates could never part. You are his soulmate as much as he is your soulmate.

As long as he holds the epitome to your love, never will you escape. and never will he let you. Do remember, red strings could never be cut after you've finally met your one.

His diary filled with information that you probably didn't know yourself lays in front of him. While he sits on his bed, in his own world.

Floyd, his dear brother, calls out to him and that's enough to crack his thoughts into half.

Perhaps.. That experiment could wait another day.

He still has several blank pages to fill out beforehand.

My deepest apologies, I didn't realize that it looked like I was staring in your perspective. Do forgive me. ♡

A/N: have been busy as helllllll 💔💔💔 but managed to get these short scenarios down. Promise I'll finish the overlord! Leech twins soon... I got some juicy ass fanfics in the future tooOOOO

Loved writing this- YANDERE IS MY SPECIALTY

Another A/N: I wrote Floyd while thinking about how wild and chaotic he is. My impression of him made me write how he was in this small fanfic. He's pretty possessive, and perhaps even selfish. He's a cheerful, cute son of a bitch, but that doesn't take away his ravenous and whole rollercoaster of mood swings. Which is why I made his section more... unexpected? I don't know how to explain it. But I tried making his fic more unpredictable and.. chaotic? I hope I accomplished that.

Again, the same with Jade. He's a pristine, and elegant son of a hoe. He's very formal with his ways. Which is why I decided to make his more.. well-behaved and refined unlike Floyd. But, again, he's also very.. sly and crafty. Selfish too. So I tried my best trying to add that detail into his fic too.

#jade leech #floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #twisted wonderland #jade leech x reader x floyd leech #twst #LITERALLY OBLITERATED. #i forgot to tag this.. #MY DUMMMMAAAA #enjoy this... gross and totally messed up fic #UGH THESE TWO ARE SUCH COMPLEX CHARACTERS?? I LOVE WRITING THEM.

[zombiepuke]

never.

ellie accidentally scares you. you leave. probably not the best idea you've had.

I hope y'all enjoy this!!!!! Lots of good stuff yknow getting dragged across the floor, threatened to be killed, yadda yadda (also ellie deals with some emotion heyyyyyy)

18+, wlw oneshot

word count: 5,992 (goddamn)

You knew she hadn’t meant to hurt you. You knew it had just been an accident, a slip of her claw against your throat that just so happened to be a little too deep, a little too bloody, a little too close.

She hadn’t meant it, really.

But fight or flight was a strong instinct. Your gut reaction was to run, and that you did. It hadn’t been merely fifteen seconds after the slice of her nail to your neck, the thin red line of your blood down your frontside, and your eyes went wide, glazed in animalistic fear, lip trembling in a quiet sob, your hands shaking, grabbing your phone and your keys and barreling out of the front door, leaving Ellie behind without even a glance backwards towards her. Of course, if it had been anyone else, she would have pounced, snarling, sinking gray teeth into their shoulder to bring them down like a lioness would a buffalo, for even daring to attempt to run from her.

But the only thing Ellie could fathom was how much she really didn’t want to see how your hand grasped at the bleeding wound she had inflicted, that fear in your eyes directed towards her, ever again.

Demons weren’t hardwired to feel remorse, or regret, or anything other than hatred, bloodlust. Any remnant of the woman she was, had been crushed into sawdust, thrown to the wind to be forgotten and forced down by time. Ellie could remember faint inklings of what guilt felt like deep in her soul, so riddled with disease and suffering it was difficult for her to recognize, but it was there - regret of a single mother that had been etched into her DNA, something not even the Necronomicon could take away or replace altogether. And that feeling, that sharp twinge of fuck what have I done I fucked it all up for good this time was an insistent voice gnawing in the back of her fucked up brain.

Needless to say, it was at moments like these where the ancient evil realized it was indeed quite sweet on you.

—

You weren’t really sure why you had run so quickly out of her apartment, weren’t familiar with the surge of explicit fear that had ravaged your body when she had, albeit accidentally, wounded you. You had never run from her before, not even upon your first meeting her, that sudden run-in after exploring the abandoned building and your curiosity had almost gotten you slaughtered. But at this moment your lizard-brain had decided to feel terror, and fight or flight had unanimously chosen flight.

Now, you just felt silly, the gash in your neck was much less a gash and more akin to a scratch that your cat would make; yes, Ellie had drawn blood but, considering her unique nature, was that really so out of the ordinary for her? The blood had stopped flowing nearly as soon as it had begun, and now you were halfway to your own apartment, white-knuckling your steering wheel and you wanted to literally die of embarrassment. Not only that, your mind refocused on poor Ellie, how awful did that make her feel? You sprinting out of her home, terrified over… what, exactly? Seriously, what the fuck?

The incident, although from the outside looking in, seemed very petty and minute, raised a relatively serious question about the nature of your relationship with Ellie - you two couldn’t have been more different, and sometimes the question of your compatibility for lack of a better term, arose. This only added to the equation - were you and Ellie truly too different from one another to even begin to try? The very thought in your head of never seeing her again made your stomach twist in nausea.

With an exasperated sigh you decided to continue to go home, now too embarrassed to face her and try to, probably badly, explain what just happened. She was an ancient demon, of course she wasn’t going to understand some dumb human’s flighty behavior, how sometimes things that didn’t bother you suddenly did bother you, how anxiety worked, all those boring human things that you just tried to keep to yourself. Being around Ellie could be difficult, to say the least - you weren’t exactly sure how much humanity the woman still had left, you weren’t sure how she would react to.. anything, really. Apparently, demons had good days and bad, just like people - sometimes Ellie was an absolute pleasure to be around, funny, playfully mean, even gentle and sweet at times. But other times, she was cruel, angry, sharp to the touch. On those days, you figured she was just hungry, or maybe something else. You knew she could get upset, could see it in how her head would jerk, her body twitched, her eyes glowed. Maybe, on those days, when Ellie was a little snappier than usual, a little more harsh, there was something human bubbling up inside of her, maybe she was trying to piece together the person she once was. Maybe existing in this world as something so old you couldn’t fathom, so divine in its own sick right, so otherworldly - maybe it hurt. Was Ellie in pain herself? Did her body ache, after so long of being used as a puppet, her arms and legs twisted and retwisted back together, stagnant scars weeping across her joints where she was first taken by the book? Was she burning? You didn’t like to keep those questions around.

Being close to, and especially sleeping with a thousands-of-years-old monster disguised as a pretty single mother was not something anyone had written a self-help manual about. It’s not like you could just hop onto the internet and google search my zombified demon girlfriend just drew blood while scratching me, should I be concerned she’s going to actually turn on me and eat me, or are my feelings totally invalid right now? and get hundreds of hits from Cosmo articles and women’s advice blogs.

You really were quite alone with this problem.

So you decided to stay home for the next two weeks, because your idea of facing a problem was more like doing the complete opposite and ignoring said problem until it disappeared. You at least attempted to live your normal routine, but you quickly found out Ellie had been your routine. You didn’t know what to feel, terrified Ellie was angry with you for leaving, terrified you broke her.. heart? The Deadite version of a heart? She hadn’t shown up or made herself known at all, no demon-related hallucinations of blood filling the bathtub or dead birds on your doorstep or even excess bugs in your home. Nothing. Regardless, you were too much of an anxious wimp to face her, to drive back to the apartment building on the corner on the far side of town, to simply take the broken elevator (broken for anyone but you) and burst through her front door and grab her shadowy face in your palms and kiss her like you’d never kissed her before, some attempt at an apology for running out on her in the first place.

You had thoroughly known Ellie was a monster when you first started becoming interested in her. You had known of her violent ways, of her summoning and chaotic nature, and in spite of that, because of that, you stayed by her side completely, a silent promise to her that you would never be pried away from her, not even if your human instincts kicked in. But here you were, alone, sinking into your unmade depression bed at near three in the morning, wallowing in self-pity for breaking your word to Ellie, for running, for not going back.

Despite feeling sorry for yourself, your feelings for the woman held fast, and soon enough you found yourself missing her terribly; you missed her fucked up jokes, that lingering scent of iron and rot and smoke that always dripped from the air, how there always seemed to be blood trickling from beneath her door, the stupid busted elevator and the stupid busted stairs and her stupid pretty face and her stupid pretty voice–

You probably broke ten different traffic laws just in your frantic drive from your apartment to hers.

You weren’t really sure what to expect when you got there - you decided to knock on her door rather than just barge in like you typically did, as you weren’t sure you’d even be welcome in her home anymore at this point - no idea of how an offended Ellie would react. Your thoughts of anxiety, nervousness that she no longer wanted anything to do with you, or that you may even be met with your blood-soaked end as soon as she realized you were here, were broken in place by the front door slowly creaking open by itself, controlled by Ellie, who was nowhere to be found in the front hallway of her apartment. There was this shrill cold in the air, blistering and dull, and it reminded you exactly of how it felt when you first met her, freezing, dark, empty.

But alongside that chill there was a familiarity, a sense of being called home as the door opened just for you, and you knew, then, she was the one beckoning you back to her, back to where you belonged. God, how you missed her.

You finally found her in the bathtub, filled with water, there was no telling how long she’d been cooped up in there; the water had long gone freezing cold, dark with the seepage that always flowed from her nostrils, her eyes, ears. It shook and splashed over the edge as she craned her body towards you, acknowledging your presence with a flash of bright eyes, clawed fingertips clutching the side of the porcelain tub and she stayed still for a moment, peering over at you standing helplessly small in the archway of the bathroom. Her scent was the strongest here, orange spice and rot, a smell you had come to want to delve yourself into at all times, save you were ever not near her for more than a few moments. You felt unbelievably tiny and minuscule at that moment; Ellie rose to her full staggering height, bones snapping into place, inhuman arching and joints popping and you could hear her spine creaking as her legs propelled her upright, water sloshing over and spilling onto the tattered old bathmat and she was petrifying, horror incarnate, death bubbling up as she stood, towering. Her worn-out button-down soaked through, clinging to her lithe body, translucent in places and you could see fragments of her ages old tattoos under the drenched fabric. Dull red hair flowed over her thin shoulders and her neck was gashed open and graying, her eyes boring into yours, some lifeless shade of diluted red-milk, filled to the brim with an emotion you weren’t quite sure how to interpret - anger, demonic rage at your leaving, but something sincere, a monster’s version of sparkling happiness that you had come back? You really couldn’t tell but the hairs on the back of your neck were alight and standing on end.

“Ellie, I,” the frightened squeak in your voice made you want to kick yourself, last thing she needed to know of was your fear at that moment. “I’m so sorry, I really didn’t mean to stay gone for so long–”

The sentence you attempted to utter out was viciously interrupted by Ellie suddenly falling down onto all fours, sending water flying across the room, hitting you in the face and she was crawling out of the tub, straight to you - an animal, an apex predator with its sight still as day right on your middle. Ellie’s movements were jerking, swaying, not complete movements but in pieces, her human facade barely clinging on to her. You couldn’t, wouldn’t, run from her and she grabbed onto your lower legs, nails digging painfully into your exposed skin, leaving tiny impressions of her claws as she clambered her way up to your face. Every part of your body she grabbed onto in her way up was set alight in a blaze and you felt her manipulating you back to her, you don’t need anyone else but me, stupid girl. You’re nothing without me. Nothing.

Her breath was sweet and hot panted right onto your face, her black hands wrapped around your temples, her eyes fiery and you felt your knees going weak as she lolled her tongue out, laving it across your cheeks in long swipes, leaving gray saliva dripping down your face, grunting and whimpering and her body shaking. She was licking you like you were her long-gone owner and she was some fucked up mutt, some hellhound sent to tear your soul down into the bowels of the earth. Maybe she was, and you found yourself not giving a shit, as long as she kept holding onto you the way she was.

You stumbled backwards, cautiously letting your own hands move to her hair, threading your fingers in the tangled locks there and you felt her body tense, freeze up for a split moment - and then she was violently shoving you down to the floor, your back slamming into the hardwood. You let out a shocked yelp on impact, and Ellie laughed meanly, both of her strong arms flying down on either side of your head, bracketing you in. The gold, tarnished jewelry around her neck dangled down onto your face, the cold chain scraping your cheek, your heart nearly breaking your ribcage in fear, in something else.

Heat and wet pooled in between your thighs at the sight and weight of her on top of you, and Ellie reacted as immediately as she understood - her nose was unlike anything in the entire animal kingdom, the scent of you heavy on her nostrils and her eyes turned near black, her body shaking with deep accusing laughter.

“I can smell how wet your cunt is, you filthy thing. Do you like that, sweetheart? When I push you around?”

Your throat was dry, your fingers scrambling for purchase against the floor. She was terrifyingly beautiful, necromancer of the sick feeling that bubbled in your spine when you were around her, your soul surely tainted and worn thin by her and you wanted it all more than anything you’d ever wanted before, wanted her more than you could muster.

“I’ll teach you to ever try to leave me again, you stinking slut. I’ll tear you to shreds if you ever think you can walk out like that again and I’ll leave you alive to feel it all.” She was roaring at that point, shrill shrieks vibrating your spinal cord, making your ears feel like a knife had been dug in and spun about, the entire apartment building seeming to shake in her wrath.

Tears of fright, of want, of building excitement boiled in your eyes, dripping down your face and Ellie leaned forward to lap at them, each touch of her tongue followed by a sweet kiss, direct contrast to her evil words she barked at you. You sniffled and nodded pitifully in understanding, unable to get any words to leave your trembling mouth.

Then she was literally dragging you, flipped over onto your belly like a shot deer, ankles in her inhuman grasp, across the floor. You inadvertently screamed out, her strength and the sharp tug of your very human, very fragile body across the wooden floor and over the area rugs decorating the apartment more than uncomfortable, to say the least. You could hear the demon’s growling and chittering mixed in with your noises of pain as you got dragged backwards by your feet into the living room, her nails drawing blood around your ankles and rug burn covering your frontside where your shirt had lifted. Your mind was in a hundred different places, instinctive human fear spreading through your nervous system but there was a more overpowering sense of arousal at Ellie’s blatant violence, her uncaring attitude and the forceful way she had pulled you from the bathroom to quite literally throw you onto the threadbare couch with a quiet grunt from your throat.

“You’re mine. You and that vile, spoiled cunt of yours. You are mine, and you always will be,” she snapped her teeth in exasperation. Her words were misshapen, the syllables off ever so slightly, giving away how far she truly was from any semblance of human anymore, the letters stripped to their raw sounds and you could see Ellie’s building frustration in her inability to speak fluidly. In that moment, you splayed atop of the sofa, her kneeling in front of you, hands clutching both of your knees, there was a flash of pain in her gaze, a worry that was almost not so alien - something you yourself could recognize. A silent plea that you really were here, and you weren’t going to leave again, and god it had been so long since she had felt any humanity left in her but alas, there were remnants - and she felt those remnants when she looked at you. No kandarian curse could ever take you away.

Ellie couldn’t apologize to you. But she could make it up to you in so many other, better, ways. And for you, that was okay.

Pulling herself up to meet your eye level, her face centimeters from your own, she kissed you - and it was as if the world outside went black, the switch turned off, no noise, no sight, nothing. Suddenly you remembered exactly why you kept coming back here, to this condemned place, to this literal evil, letting it take you over and over, and it was her - you wanted to touch her and trail your fingers through her hair and over her pretty shoulders, down her back and press your lips to every piece of her body and make her shudder your name but you held yourself back, for now. Let yourself be ravaged by this beast because you had an understanding of that is what Ellie needed, then - was for you to lie still and let yourself be worshiped by this repulsive god, to let her remind herself that yes, you were hers and no, you weren’t going to leave her ever again. This was your apology to her.

“I should bite you, here,” a sharp claw caressed the bob of your throat, the exact place where only a handful of days ago she had accidentally scratched, as she pulled away from your lips, tickling the frail skin there. Her face was slightly shrouded by the darkness in the living room, moonlight casting eerie shadows across her angular face. Her eyes were literally glowing, worked up, angry, aroused.

“Bite you, drain all of your blood out, hm? Let you flop in it like a dying fish. I could. So easy. Like biting through but-ter.” a soft, warbled chuckle that went straight to your soaked pussy. Her brow arched.

“I could just drink you down. ‘Til you’re nothing. Nothing but a dried up corpse. I just want a little taste, baby girl.” you sighed raggedly, her body pressing forward into yours until she was draped over you, her mouth directly next to your face. You could feel her breath against the shell of your ear as she spoke.

“Won’t you let me have a taste, sweetheart?”

The vertebrae in your neck popped with how quickly you nodded your head, exhaling hard, involuntarily leaning back into the worn couch, opening yourself up to her - and isn’t that what you always did? No matter what the woman did, no matter how much blood was spilled, how many bodies lay in her wake, you were there, willingly by her side. Internally, you were no less evil than Ellie - in fact, moreso. At least Ellie was more akin to an instinctive predator than a soft-willed human like yourself.

That internal monologue was quickly chased away by Ellie’s nose, pointed and probing, starting at the underside of your chin and following a hot trail down your frontside. The curve of your throat, dipping into the indent of your chest plate hitting your collarbones, down in-between your nipples - she paused there, moving her head side to side to leave a wet press of her lips to both areola - sniffing down, through the valley of your ribcage, the line of your belly, tonguing your navel. Nipping at your lower stomach pudge, she panted and huffed like a foxhound on a scent, chattering her teeth and her hands were following shortly behind her nose, running her palms down your arms by your sides, flowing down your hips and settling in-between your legs, claws biting at your inner thighs. You watched helplessly as her powerful body moved with her, arching backwards so she had enough room to pry herself between your knees, once again taking her place knelt before you. It was some type of magic, seeing such a being as Ellie knelt in front of you, but you knew - you absolutely were not, never, in charge here. Her eyes fluttered, long lashes battering, her expression near soft and giving as her nose ended its pursuit and landed right at the apex of your thighs - pressed right at the ridge of your clothed cunt, she took a long drag of an inhale of your scent, eyes rolling. Ellie stared up at you like a wolf, bloodshot eyes unblinking and arrow-sharp right into your own. You could do nothing but simply stare back.

In a whirlwind of movement, Ellie maneuvered her way closer to you, using a clawed finger to virtually rip your shorts and underwear off in one fell swoop, the sound of the fabric pulling and tearing hitting your ears before a whoosh of cold air hit your now exposed skin. Your head went back against the arm of the couch and you gasped harshly as she took no time, no teasing, no soft caresses or build-up - her mouth dropped open and went forward, taking the entirety of your cunt in, nose pressed to your mound and her tongue opening you up to her, one long, hard sucking pull of your flesh. Trembling legs were weighted down by Ellie’s large palms, keeping you still and in place to accept all of her intrusion; she was rough, careless in her treatment of your pussy, biting and slurping as hard as you could handle, obscene noises and your startled cry of pleasure enticing her to go harder, faster. She was lulling you into another dimension, another universe where it was only her and you, her tiny human pet, for all of eternity.

Stars twinkled behind your eyelids, white hot and yellow shrapnel; the demon’s mouth was unlike anything you’d ever felt, somehow blazing hot and numbing cold at the same time. It was like your body was set ablaze under a glacier of ice, spiraling, falling into some deep dark unknown, only for her to grab you back into her embrace, holding you tightly to her chest. She would let you fall but never allow you to break, not altogether anyways, piecing you back with every dig of her nails, every swipe of her black tongue against your exposed clitoris.

You gained enough confidence to crane your head down to see how she was latched onto your core, nose flaring as you saw that she was already looking directly at your face, all half-lidded eyes and drawn in cheeks and hair tousled around her pretty face, hands gripping your outer thighs, thumbs moving in slow, dangerous circles there. You wished you could imprint that image of Ellie between your legs forever, burn it into your retinas to witness again, and again, and again. Ellie may have been ancient, disgusting, a bundle of pure chaos, but to you, she was the most perfect being you could ever conjure up in your diseased reality.

“Oh god, Ellie–fuck, please, more, more,” you begged, voice splintered. A thin smirk quirked up the corner of her mouth; she shook her mighty head back and forth, purposefully slow as to keep you as on edge as possible - she never gave you outright what you wanted, no - you had to plead with your life to get anywhere near what you truly desired. It was her sick, twisted little game, and you either played, or got nothing, and you couldn’t handle having nothing from her.

“You only get what I choose to give you, slut. Look at you, begging for more like a starved animal,” Ellie’s voice telepathically rattled in your brain, bouncing off every neuron, alighting every nerve rushing down to even your fingertips, her mouth never stopping its onslaught of your cunt. Bits and pieces of her words were unintelligible to you, spoken so sweetly in some language you didn’t know, something as old as the solar system itself; a demonic, otherworldly font, known only by those possessed, transcribed on the very pages that brought her here. The mix of this unknown jargon that seemed to come from every corner of the room at the same instant, had your ears throbbing, spliced in with her words of fucked up sweet nothings - tied together with the beat of her tongue across your clit, lips suckling at your dripping folds; you tensed, hardly able to breathe through it all, the chanting of obscenities blossoming into praise, and with one final swipe of her mouth between your thighs you were coming, hips stuttering and pushing against her face, pieces of her name between your lips. She drank it all down, swallowed you up, sucking til you were near crying, your hands desperately attempting to push her face away to no avail; she would continue as she damn well pleased, only stopping until she’d had her fill of you.

But oh, she wasn't done with you quite yet.

Pulling back from you spit-slick core, your own wetness and saliva leaving a thin line from her lower lip to your flesh, Ellie’s eyes glowed under the darkening light in her apartment, a slow sultry journey up your body once more, stopping to bite here and there, a kiss or two at your abdomen. Your head lolled back in exhaustion.

“Mine, mine, all mine. Always mine.” mumbling to herself, half spoken, half conjured in your mind. “Not finished making you mine, little thing.”

With that, you were being grabbed, hoisted upwards into a sitting position, knees pressed to the couch cushion and your arms out in front of you, hands forcefully moved to hang on to the armrest before you. You hadn’t even the time to recuperate, still your pounding heart from your previous orgasm and here she was, bending you into some other form to do god knows what to you. But you were pliant, willing, happily allowing her to mold you into whatever she wanted, because this is what she wanted, needed, of you - relinquish your control to her, and she would be your lifelong protector, partner, a twisted facsimile of a best friend.

“There you go. My good girl. So ready for me,” her voice so sweet, contrasting how absolutely terrifying she truly was; a large hand enveloped your chin, turning your head to the side so she could swathe her lips across your cheek, reaching your mouth to kiss you as if you’d disappear into thin air if she didn’t. Her mouth was still wet from your pussy, your salty taste lingering on her gray lips. The room spun in your cloudy vision as she released you, urging your body up a tad, just enough for her to slip down behind you, sliding beneath your raised hips - the upper portion of her face visible beyond the softness of your belly as you shifted your gaze downward, her crimson hair a halo around her shining eyes.

You involuntarily flopped forward, arms quivering, hands grasping at the fabric of the armrest as Ellie snaked her own arms around your upper thighs, efficiently anchoring you down, her strength frighteningly more than your own as you flexed and realized you genuinely could not move an inch from where she wanted you. Anticipation boiled your spinal cord and she yanked you down, like a cinder block in lakewater, delivering your cunt right to her open mouth.

“Ffffuck, Ellie, ohmygod,” rough pants and whines slipped from your tongue as hers was winding up inside of you, licking deeper than she had been, as gravity opened you further - alighting nerves you weren’t aware you had, your clit swooning over the tip of her nose.

“I am God. Only me. Only me. Only me.” archaic, deep chanting in-between laps at your pearl, eyes igniting with some sinister brine, you had no choice but to sit there and take all she gave you, the drawing of your folds into her freezing mouth and swirls of her pitch-dark tongue over, across, back to back on your most nerve-filled, overly-sensitive spot. You knew Ellie enjoyed pushing you to the absolute edge, testing your human limitations and picking you apart, lick by lick, until you were crying, screaming, babbling her name and bygone texts she had imprinted in your soul. Head thrown to the heavens, pleading, practicing dark prayers to whatever fucked-beyond-belief god that would listen - and it was her whose ears your shaky words fell upon.

But through it all, despite the iron grip across your thighs, she allowed you one small victory; grinding your hips across her face, fucking her tongue exactly where you needed it most. She ate you down as roughly as asphalt because she needed to stitch your taste upon her mouth, regardless of the festering demon she needed to know you were hers, in every sense - only she could make you feel this good, only she could take you like this. Had you actually left for good, it very well might have been the end for Ellie, or at least, any semblance of Ellie that remained. Hell itself may have come and swallowed her back down, just as she was swallowing your cunt.

Your eyes transfixed themselves back down upon her, sweat beading along your hairline, your hips aching with every thrust forward but it wasn’t enough. Obsidian blood vessels deepened across Ellie’s neck, shoulders, cheeks - you were hotly aware of your second orgasm inching closer in your abdomen, and so was she; she could feel every molecule of your body, alight with dopamine, and it was as if she could feel when you came as much as you could. Somehow you were both connected, a dull red string from her to you, in every sense. When Ellie fucked you she planted little shards of herself deep within, tiny jet-black crumbs of kandarian evil sprouted in the marrow of your bones, the pulses of your heart. When Ellie made you hers, she was truly remodeling the very innards of who you were - and you went down with no fight.

“You won’t ever leave me again. You are nothing without me.” the whispered voice in your head was angry, a quiet rage, a fury she kept with her at all times, waiting to be unleashed, always teetering on the edge.

Ellie’s body was trembling underneath you, taught with pent-up desire to give you everything she had, to keep you as close as physically possible, her legs drawn up, bent at the knee - your own hands swayed backwards to grasp onto her kneecaps, using her legs as a brace to thrust your lower body harder, faster against her face. Her nails scraped harder over your thighs in approval at your touch. You were a mess, panting, drooling, unable to form articulate sentences without blabbering.

“Ellie, please, that’s so fucking good I’mgonnacome–”

Upon your announcement you felt her smile lewdly, focusing her entire mouth solely on your clitoris, alternating between harsh pulls with her teeth and softer sucks against it, humming praise through her throat, the vibrations shuddering through your entire body. Your eyes were white, rolled back like marbles and you fell forward, hands flying to her hair - your body wanting to keep her where she was, that perfect spot, holding her face in place and red locks tangled in your shaking fingertips. This time, she didn’t reprimand you for moving her where you needed her; her repeating chant of mine mine mine mine never escaping the turntable in your ears.

Huffing and whimpering your way through the throes of your climax, Ellie’s mouth still molded perfectly to your cunt, slurping and open-mouthed kissing you through it, a literal supernova of light ricocheted up and down your back, sending sparks to your fingers, your toes, directly into your bloodstream - fire and ash and pure energy balled up in your throat and you could feel your legs buckling and your hips churning but weren’t aware of it in that moment. Only the sharp pang of bliss that barreled through your body, and the woman beneath you that was responsible for it. Ellie’s cruel laughter echoed through your skull, only egging on the process and you eventually rode it out, and slumped forward with a pained, overspent noise.

Exhaustion overtook your senses, your body unraveled and thoroughly used, your legs cramping and fatigued. Cold hands helped you move so that you were on your back on the couch looking up, and all you saw was her, face drenched in you and her eyes were luminous, gleaming rays of blacklight and her expression was softened a bit from earlier. There wasn’t that harsh spiral of fury at the front of her eyes; it had since been tucked away for later, and now she allowed you to finally breathe, to finally relax.

“Don’t leave again. I won’t have it,”

There was a scarce sincerity in Ellie’s face, her features blurred and gentle by the moonlight that was soaking the living room, dancing shadows and ghosts alight in the backdrop of where you both sat. She was so beautiful, delicate-looking, even; high cheekbones and sharp, attentive eyes. You sat up to rest on your elbows, mesmerized with how the panes of light illuminated her hair, the indents of the knuckles across her long hands as she wrapped them around your face, cold palms shaking with an inhuman flutter. For a split second, she was human again, pleading with her lover to stay, please don’t leave me. I have nothing, I have no one without you. Stay.

One of your own hands came up to rest against hers, clutching it tightly, the bones beneath her thin skin poking through like spider’s legs. You shook your head no, I will never leave you ever again, I promise and that promise was final, eternal. Longer than a lifetime you had sold your soul over to her, given it willingly. She could bite and tear and rip you limb from limb but in your sick mind it was her way of loving you, of adoring you, devoting her soulless heart to you and you could do nothing but accept it. Wanted nothing but her, regardless, because of, what she was.

“Never, Ellie, I promise I’ll never leave. I promise. I’m so sorry, please, forgive me–”

But she shushed you, gently, as a mother would her weeping child. Swept you up in a tight embrace, her arms cradling you around your back, palms flat against your shoulder blades. Her nose nuzzled into your neck, tickling the skin there, and you welcomed her in entirely, pressing forward against her, never close enough. Despite this sudden display of gentleness, you could still feel her claws against your back, pressing just hard enough for you to purposefully feel them. You could still hear her growling, not directly from her throat, but embedded in the very cells of your brain, a dangerous warning.

Leave again, sweetheart, and I’ll decorate this apartment with everything that is inside of you.

#evil dead #evil dead rise #ellie evil dead #alyssa sutherland #reblogs are defintiely appreciated! #maggot mommy

[kingkatsuki]

Hello Jo! Sorry I’ve been MIA, had to take a Tumblr break. How have you been? What’s the weather like across that big blue sea?

I had some Bakugou thoughts to shout at you if that’s okay! (Hopefully no one’s come up with them while I’ve been gone…if so, just ignore ope)

Imagining you, the one he’s been hardcore crushing on/been in love with, being besties with a lot of the MHA gals. (You can decide how.) But y’all have this group chat where you all talk about the raunchiest shit. You’re just very relaxed with each other and comfortable with talking about just about anything. Including smexy stuff. Which is why when one of the dudes (probably Kaminari) thought he had struck gold when he somehow managed a way to sneak in.

He’s excitedly showing off the convo to all of the other guys the next time they get together, hooting and hollering over how dirty y’all can be. And poor Bakugou looks like he’s about to combust, reading through some of the things you’ve written. Squirming in his seat, his face and ears bright red as he’s reading how desperately horny you’ve been, how you’re needing cock so bad, how you wish you could just get bent over something and get your brains fucked out of your pretty lil’ head

Bonus points if it’s virgin!Bakugou we’re talking about. He has zero experience with any of this stuff, but after reading what you’re into…he’s all pent up now too. And he’s ready and willing to learn.

It’s okay my lovely! It’s good to see you back! I hope you’re doing okay?💕 I’m really good thanks and the weather is finally getting a little warmer but the evenings are still bloody freezing!😭

I love the idea of a girls groupchat where you can just dump all your stupid sex stories, pick up line conversations or just weird dating app matches. And of course the guys know about this chat and want in! Or even just a little peek at it, especially when Denki caught the sight of a selfie Mina sent one evening asking what lingerie set black or purple.

And of course the moment the guys actually get access they’re acting like kids at Christmas, all of them trying to snatch the phone off each other to search keywords in the chat (and by keywords I mean their own names😭) and Bakugou is trying to act like he doesn’t care, telling Denki he’s fucking dumb for getting so excited about violating everyone’s privacy and especially over such frivolous conversation— and that’s when Denki starts reading out your messages. The whole things ridiculous really, Denki’s now put on an awful attempt at your accent, a few pitches higher than you speak as he reads out the last message you posted about how desperate you are to wrap your thighs around someone’s head and how your vibrator just isn’t cutting it anymore. And Bakugou can’t cope, he’s now sat there bright red with a raging hard on as Denki continues to scroll, “Oh shit— she posted selfies too—”

And the moment he says that Bakugou’s on him like a cheetah on a grazing antelope. Palms sparking as he wrestles for the phone, unsure whether it’s the desire to see the pictures or the desperation to make sure Denki’s disgusting eyes don’t get a glimpse of you in such a promiscuous position.

And Bakugou can’t lie, he’s got no idea what pronebone is, or why a guy found it so difficult to find your clit (how hard could it be? Even if he doesn’t know where it is himself—), but now all he can think about is your pretty face writhing beneath him as he lines himself up with your tight, wet heat.

“Fuck,” He grunts, standing up from the sofa, Denki’s cellphone secured in one of his hands as he rubs the other over his sweaty face. His boxers sticking to his thigh uncomfortably as he came in his pants like a randy teenager at the mere thought of you naked.

The next thing he’s doing is googling what every position you mentioned is, and imagining you in every single one of them while he fists his cock.

#jo thirsts #thirst posts #Bakugou thirst #tw:dubcon #trigger:dubcon #bakugou smut

[stinkysam]

Levi Ackerman - Not you

Warning : death mention, blood, gore-ish

Genre : Angst

Synopsis : you let your captain Levi know of your feelings for him.

Reader : male (you/he)

A/N : rewatching aot and got this idea while watching s1e22 so it's based on s1 Levi.

His heart missed a beat.

"A date ?" He repeated, watching you try not to fidget in front of him.

"Yes."

For a moment he says nothing. He could not believe what you just said to him. Not because he thought he was unlovable, even if he thought so too, but because he never thought of it. Simply. Finally, he speaks.

"...Sorry, [Name], but I have to reject your offer."

Your face changed, disappointment evident as you let out a small "Oh…". He almost felt bad, almost regretting his words. But he knew he did the right thing, it was for the better.

Loving someone in this world was difficult, because death was omnipresent. Families, children, soldiers, friends, no one could escape it. You could not escape it either. Why would you. You are only human.

Loving someone in this world was difficult because he had no idea when you would leave too. It's to find your closest friends after they died, crushed, broken and bloodied. It's to watch their corpses roll down the ground for more speed to escape some titans. It's to abandon their bodies there, not giving anything back to their families to mourn.

To love when fighting titans was to watch people you love die, watching your closest friends' dead bodies on the ground, bloodied and spine broken in half or squished to death.

He doesn't know how he is still alive. Luck and some skills he supposes. His friends had that too, before dying.

You have luck and some skills too, but how long until you lose all of it.

How long til he has to hear you scream in agonizing pain, bloodshot eyes and twisted, broken body trying to escape an horrible death only to fail like the others. Engraving in his mind your death and screams forever.

Or to find your corpse later on, body laying on the ground like Petra, Eld or Oluo, bones crushed and covered in blood, almost unrecognizable.

How long until he has to hear the words : "We lost [Name], he died valiantly.".

Or when he has to say those words to your family, watching their face fall and crumble before him as their eyes lose all their hope.

How long til he has to talk in the past about you.

To love someone in this world was impossible, because loving while wanting to stay alive and fighting titans was not compatible together. So he made himself busier than he already is to not fall deeper for you.

He doesn't want to have you close because he doesn't want to lose another person.

#male reader #m!reader #levi ackerman #levi ackerman x male reader #snk #aot #attack on titan x male reader #shingeki no kyojin x male reader

[rayisemo]

Webtoon comics I think are underrated.

Now, I just want to make it clear that when I say “underrated” I don’t mean as if it isn’t heard of or been read, just that it’s underrated in the sense that nobody talks about it, makes posts about it, fanfics, fan arts, etc.

…and if you haven’t read these then I highly recommend you do!!! It’s so worth it, trust! I’ll add in a little review too!

1. DEATH: Rescheduled (Thriller)

The story in short is about a world where you have the Kill Law, a law where you are legally allowed to kill one person a year, no consequences. However the “Penny” Kreyul and his friends disagree with the Kill Law and are going to put an end to it no matter what.

Death: rescheduled had me so captivated that I refused to sleep before I finished reading. I even spent money on this shit because it was so entrancing! My favourite episode was by far 66, it was so funny and it builds up ships and just pure wholesomeness of the group.

The characters all have great personalities, the story is amazing and omg the art is so beautiful. You’ll love it.

2. Sable Curse (Fantasy)

This story follows a young girl named Tarron, a girl who is cursed and will die in 6 months. Her (honestly abusive) parents decide to take her and her sister to a holiday retreat. There she ends up finding new friends, herself, potential love, and maybe even a cure for her curse. But as it turns out, she’s not the only one cursed either.

This story is amazing! The art is wonderful, the characters are perfect, some we hate, some we love. We learn throughout the story more about this curse, and even about this special holiday retreat. There is so much mystery to uncover and it is one of my favourite webcomics.

Now, I’ve heard that most people have actually read it, but I encourage that we make a proper fandom for this series!

3. Marionetta (Fantasy)

Two best friends decide to go out and visit the travelling circus. However after a while Julia’s best friend Kamille disappears. Julia is determined to find her again and hunts down the circus, where her best friend is now living. Julia is still going to bring her home and end up losing something very valuable. Her life. For this circus is for the dead. Now Julia has to uncover the true secrets behind the circus whilst still trying to bring her and Kamille home. Will she manage? Or will she have to kill Anthonn Gremminger to save her life?

When I tell you this webcomic is a roller coaster of emotions. There are plenty of ships to chase, characters to stan, and many theories to explore. I love this webcomic so bloody much and I was actually surprised that there wasn’t a lot posted about it.

This is such a cool and dark story, with lovely and cute art. I could talk about it for hours.

4. After School Activities For Unripe Apples (Drama)

A wholesome slow burn between Mi-ae and an old childhood friend, Cheol. When another year starts and Mi-ae needs to take school more seriously the son of the family friends shows up in her class, but now seen as Lucifer, a hostile boy who ends fights - but is that the boy Mi-ae remembers? Who she know knows and loves?

This is a cute, funny and entertaining webcomic. You would think that things would be so simple, however due to school, parents, and other issues the characters face of themselves and others, it is difficult to understand and accept your own feelings. This is exactly why I love this series so much, it’s relatable and adorable. We especially love Mi-ae.

There are a few fanfics out there, but honestly where is the love it deserves??

5. My universe (Romance)

Apart from the normal college life Hayeon lives, she has this special gift.. she can communicate with the universe. She ends up communicating with an alien, who she gives the name Ujun. They want to be able to actually meet each other, but alas that is nearly impossible. But imagine the surprise when Ujun ends up taking over the body of one of Hayeons classmates, and crush, Hyeonsu. Now they must figure out a way to send him back whilst still spending some time together. However the peacefulness and secrets can’t be kept as the aliens are taking over. What will Hayeon do now? And can she even trust Ujun anymore?

Now this story deserves its own universe fr. The art is super cute as is the story, however things get more complicated as the story progresses. When I was still reading this the first thing I would do in the morning is read the next episode as soon as I got the daily pass because it was so good! Obviously I’m not going to spoil the ending, however the waves of emotions this series brings you is inhuman.

All in all it’s a fantastic webcomic that deserves so much love and attention!

Now! So far this are all the webcomics that come to mind! I think all of these are great and I just know that so many more will enjoy these if they gave them a chance.

I’d love to talk about these with other people, and I’d even love it if others would like to share some webcomics they believe are underrated too.

All of these comics are from Webtoon, and are so worth your time! Please let me know if there was anything I missed.

(I might add more in the future 😉)

💗- lots of love!

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