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strangesthirdeye · 3 months

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Sherlock² (Sherlock bbc x Fem Sherlock! Reader)

Summary: When one stunned them, another was also stunned with them

Warning: It's Sherlock he's smart. Odd behavior, reader is Sherlock 2.0 but more weird, Dead body, awkwardness, fluff, shyness, explode, gruesome, reader personality based on Miss Sherlock from HBO, Dhani character is me.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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"Edith Kingsley, 30 years old was found dead in his home with an explosion in his stomach. He was found by his maid this morning" Lestrade explained to Sherlock and John as they entered the morgue.

John nodded while Sherlock had no reaction but his eyes were focused on the two body bags on the table in front of him. Lestrade went to one of the body bags and looked at Sherlock and John.

"Now, I don't expect you two to be surprised by the condition of this body, but just a warning. The condition of this body is quite unpleasant judging by the impact of the explosion in his stomach, causing his stomach to have a big hole" Lestrade warned them both. His finger was already on the zipper of the bag.

"we've been through enough" Sherlock muttered.

John loosened his collar a little and nodded in agreement. Lestrade nodded, without hurrying unzipped the body bag. John and Lestrade were stunned as they laid their eyes on the contents of the body bag.

There lay a woman who was Sherlock's age with a dark brown trench coat while her hand was placed on her stomach. Her peaceful face made them confused. Lestrade let out a short breath.

"Y/n! " Lestrade snapped at the woman firmly.

The woman in question was startled and woke up. Her dull eyes looked around before falling on Lestrade. She let out a heavy sigh while smiling a little.

"Morning.. or should I say afternoon? or night?" You said then got up and sat down not taking your eyes off Lestrade.

"How many times have I told you not to sleep in a body bag? It's been 3 times you've done this. I swear to god, if anything happens to you, this body bag is what you'll put in" Lestrade massaged the bridge of his nose.

"Then you should put my name on this body bag because I can legally book this body bag" You scratched your head and let out a small yawn.

"For god's sake, Y/n. Get down now" Lestrade commanded you.

You groaned in protest and got out of the body bag and got off the table and patted and rubbed your dark brown trench coat to remove the wrinkles with both of your hands.

"What are you doing here, Y/n? Didn't I give you time off to recover your broken hand?" Lestrade said, tired of your behavior.

"My hand is okay, I came here to open the cement but I got distracted and was invited by myself to come in here" You said idly.

You still didn't notice the other two men who were with you as your focus was only on Lestrade. John and Sherlock seem to be observing your and Lestrade's conversation oddly. In their minds there is only one question which is 'who is this woman?'. Lestrade's situation around this woman is like a father scolding his daughter.

"Are you messing with the dead here?" Lestrade started to get panicked as he walked towards the other body bag. Body bag that contains a real corpse.

He unzipped the body bag and observed the body to find what you had done to the body but found nothing.

"seriously, a dead body with explosion marks in his stomach. Interesting tho, I just looked at his stomach contents but found this tiny chip in his stomach" you scratched your head and took out a pill bottle that contained chips from your trench coat pocket. Then you threw the pill bottle at Lestrade to which Lestrade was able to catch it.

Sherlock raised his eyebrows impressed with what you did.

"You can't just do anything to this corpse without permission" Lestrade argued.

"Molly said ok" You looked at Lestrade innocently.

"You-"

"Y/n!"

The three men looked at the source of the voice. There stood a woman wearing a white shirt with a cardigan outside and a tote bag in her hand. Her face holds a concerned face.

You turned and looked at your partner and smiled a little.

"Dhani, hey" you waved at her.

Dhani's worried face changed to furious and strode towards you quickly and pulled your shirt collar firmly and pulled you out of the morgue.

"You're not at home, you're not at Scotland Yard either. I've been looking for you everywhere, even I've been in here 3 times looking for you. You disappeared for two hours and you were suddenly in the morgue. Luckily I asked Molly, you know?!" Dhani scolded you as she walked out of the morgue leaving the three men there.

"I'm sleepy that's why I-" your voice argued getting fainter little by little.

Everything became silent as the chaos duo left from there leaving three grown men there with gawked faces, confused and done with everything. Various of emotions running through them.

John glanced at Lestrade. "who's that?" he pointed his thumbs to the exit.

Lestrade sighed tiredly. "Y/n L/n and Dhani Omens. Y/n is our new transfer DI while Dhani is just her partner same like John. Doctor plus writer."

"so we get two Sherlocks and two.. me?" John murmured.

"You could say that" Lestrade nodded and looked around. "Now, back to business. Sherlock, come here"

Sherlock who looked at the exit idly walked towards the real body bag. His mind began to wander with you. Where did you come from?

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"Listen, whatever you ask, don't ask her sensitive questions. She's just lost her husband so you better not ask her recklessly, understand?" Lestrade warned Sherlock.

Sherlock grunted and opened the conference room door. There you and Dhani sat facing the victim's wife who was sitting with a solemn face. Dhani looked concerned towards the middle-aged woman while you looked bored and sprawled on the chair. Your legs unconsciously push left and right to turn the wheeled office chair making you turn left and right partially.

Dhani noticed Lestrade enter the conference room, she then got up and greeted Lestrade.

"DI Lestrade, good afternoon" Dhani greeted him with a sweet smile.

"Doctor Omens, DI L/n" Lestrade nodded in return.

Sherlock and John then entered and looked around. Dhani noticed the two of them and greeted John first.

"Afternoon, Doctor Watson... I'm Dhani Omens.. So sorry about the burst I made earlier. She.. Y/n is always like that." Dhani looked down in shame.

John waving his hands, no problem sign. "no worries, Sherlock too, except sleeping in a body bag" John lightened up mood.

Dhani chuckled a little. Dhani then looked at Sherlock. "Mister Holmes" Dhani nodded in greeting.

Sherlock nodded without saying anything. He then looked at you with narrow eyes.

" it's liquid bomb and made into a pill. Known as Devil's foot. Highly explosive. Even the tiny explosion can make a large amount of explosion. The pill exploded inside his stomach and that's the cause of your husband death" you murmured idly.

The woman in grief cried when she heard what you said and held her chest as she breathed fast. Her maid (who found her dead husband) next to her held her shoulder and rubbed her back trying to calm her down.

John and Dhani looked concerned at the woman. They both understand how it feels to lose a loved one.

you smile tightly clearly you are annoyed with all this as Sherlock seems neutral with everything. Sherlock then took a seat next to you and sat facing the woman and the maid.

You glanced at Sherlock silently.

" Someone detonate the pill to explode it" Sherlock explained.

"Obviously" you added.

Lestrade stood next to you while crossing his arms. "We understand that you are in mourning now, but your husband may have enemies who are not satisfied with him."

You reached into Lestrade's jacket pocket quickly and fished something out of his jacket pocket. Lestrade scolded you. The pill bottle was taken out of the pocket and held by your hand. You held the pill bottle containing the chip in front of their eyes.

"This chip is used for bombing work. Someone who detonated it obviously knows about this" you stared at the chip longingly. And then you snapped and leaned forward with both hands crossed on the table. You support your head with your right hand while looking at the woman with a blank face.

"When did you last see your husband" You questioned.

The woman calmed down a bit and looked at you and Sherlock with a face stained with tears.

"this morning. He.. he looked fine this morning before I left for work. I don't know what he did after that. He was supposed to get ready to meet his assistant at his company but then he.. he said he didn't feeling good so he just sits at home" The woman wipes her cheeks with a handkerchief while sniffling.

Lestrade nodded in understanding. John and Dhani just kept silent and looked sympathetically at the woman.

"You're in the medical field too, right?" You wheeled the chair next to her. Your hands were placed on the table as you leaned your face towards her with steady eyes.

the woman looked down. Avoiding eye contact with you. "yes, I'm a pharmacist"

"So you're the one who suggested him to take medicine?"

"he is sick so of course he needs to take medicine"

You hummed. "Any kids?"

"No" she still looked at her lap.

"don't have any or don't want to have any?" you leaned closer.

The woman panicking again then she breathed fast as she held her chest. Panic attack. The maid rubbed her back with a concerned face.

Lestrade and Dhani pulled you away from her by pulling the wheeled office chair to Sherlock's side. You sprawled on the chair annoyed. Sherlock observed you. Making deductions about you. Anything he can read but he can't read your body language nor did his deduction work. He frowned.

'now this is interesting' Sherlock thought.

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"aren't you mad?" John walked by Sherlock's side.

Sherlock glanced at John in the corner of his eye. "about what?"

"DI L/n. She's taking your case. You usually don't let other people take your cases unless it's Mycroft's cases. What happened there? hmm. You always argue about cases." John looked up at his flatmate.

"I don't see any point in starting arguments" Sherlock replied coldly.

John nodded sarcastically. "i can see that. But usually even smart person in that room you always talk over them and point out your opinion but then when DI L/n talked, you let her talk"

"What are you trying to say, John" Sherlock retorted.

John chuckled sarcastically. "Seriously, you got this thingy just like when you can't read Irene Adler. You let her have her talk, she's outsmarted you and you become curious about her."

"She's smart, of course I let her have her talk" Sherlock blurted.

"no no, you don't understand. She's got you, isn't it? She's just like you and now you want to find out everything about her. You and her are no different, Sherlock. You guys are the same." John said while staring at Sherlock's side face.

"we're not the same, John. She's seeing things as a game and I see things as a challenge. Everything that's happening around me is always a challenge. I solve cases because I want to get rid of boredom and she solves cases because she wants to play. Now, can we stop this topic and get on with life" Sherlock fastening his walked.

"For God's sake, what I'm trying to elaborate is that you have feelings for her" John stated while chasing Sherlock from behind.

"We barely know each other, how come I have feelings for her. I only know her name" Sherlock grunted.

"you might not show it openly but you have your own way of showing it. She's stunned you with her wisdom and you let her stunned you. Isn't it obvious?" John concurred.

"no" Sherlock said simply without glancing at his flatmate.

John nodded off and let his friend be. He's tired of Sherlock antics. He knows that Sherlock is not very good when it comes to romance but he also knows that Sherlock is not good at showing his affection to others so he just shows it in his own way.

This is getting weirder than John ever thought.

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You and Dhani hurried up the stairs to the therapy room where all hell breaks loose. Futuba Yashiba, right now is pointing his gun towards his friend who distributed the pill bomb. You and Dhani find out after going to Futuba's girlfriend's house when you realize that Futuba is the one who caused the pill bomb to be created. And now, he who unconsciously swallowed the pill bomb after it was distributed by his friend wanted to take revenge on his friend before he exploded.

Thunderous footsteps were heard from the four legs below as you both rushed up the stairs to the therapy room on the 3rd floor.

As soon as you arrived in front of the therapy room, you burst into the room without thinking about anything and tackled Futuba to the floor. You hold him down while trying to grab the gun from his hand while Futuba struggles under you to let go. He cried out saying to let him kill his friend who right now was holding back the bleeding in his leg. Seems like Futuba already shot him.

Dhani already assisted Futuba's friend by trying to stop the bleeding. A few seconds later, Lestrade, Sherlock, John and two police officers entered and rushed towards you who managed to get the gun away from Futuba. While John rushed towards Dhani who is assist Futuba's friend.

"Y/n!" Lestrade shouted.

"Take him, Gwerk! " you breathed out.

"It's Greg" Lestrade remarked as he and two officers began to gather around you and take a hold of the crying Futuba. You got up and brushed your trench coat then remembered something.

"Stay away from him cause he had swallowed a pill bomb and at any moment he will explode!" you shouted and then covered your ears.

The police officers there then released Futuba and distanced themselves from him and took cover including Lestrade. Sherlock stepped in front of you unconsciously as he too took cover.

Everything is silent except the crying of Futuba who is still laying face down on the floor. His face stained with tears and snot waiting for his death to arrive but nothing happened. No explosion nor did his guts explode. He's safe. The culprit who controlled the bomb did not detonate it.

Sherlock looked at you who still covered both ears. He sighed in relief.

Lestrade looked at Futuba dumbfounded. "he's not exploding"

You uncovered your ears and looked at Futuba from behind Sherlock. "The culprit didn't press the button" you murmured.

"indeed" Sherlock added then looked at you worriedly. "alright?"

You stared at Sherlock with the same look. "fine, you?"

"good" Sherlock replied simply. You and him stared at each other without any care with the people in the room for a good 5 seconds before you both snapped back from reality.

You broke eye contact from Sherlock and rushed past him towards Futuba's friend who was still crying out in pain. You kneeled down and grabbed the collar of his shirt roughly and leaned your face against him with a firm face.

"Tell me where the heck did you get that pill bomb?! " you demanded rudely.

Futuba's friend just cried in fear while both hands held your hands that gripped his collar. Dhani and John held you trying to released your gripped from his collar while you shook Futuba's friend's body roughly.

Sherlock came and kneeled next to Dhani. "tell us where did you get that pill bomb, now" Sherlock commanded.

"I didn't see their faces. They wore black hoodies and just handed me the pill and told me to give it to Futuba saying it was just headache medicine" he cried out.

"Their voice, you said they told you to give him the pill. Tell me, is the voice you heard male or female?" Sherlock questioned.

"I can't hear them well because at that time we were in the club so the atmosphere there was very loud.. Their voice was muffled by the mask" he replied as he was still trying to free himself from your grip.

You released him and strode towards Futuba who was still lying facing the floor. His cries are still heard. You kneeled next to him and grabbed his shoulder then roughly you turned his body to face you.

Lestrade standby behind you in case you act out of control. Sherlock then got up and stood near you who was kneeling next to Futuba.

Futuba cried, his face stained with tears and snot when facing you. You scrunched your face in disgust.

"So you are the cause of all this happening. Tell me why you want to kill your own friend when he doesn't know anything about this? Tell me now!" you shook his head roughly.

Lestrade grabbed your shoulder and pulled you away from Futuba.

Futuba cried out while covering her face. "I killed her! with my own hands! I killed a little girl!"

Sherlock looked at Futuba with disgust while you looked at Futuba coldly. Now that's it.

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"That little girl is yours, isn't it? Mrs. Kingsley?" you said as you rocked your body left and right.

Sherlock who is standing behind you looks narrowly at Mrs Kingsley wife of the dead husband. Mrs. Kingsley who was sitting on the sofa was stunned after hearing your accusation. She then looked down. Her eyes started to tear up so it was her body that started shaking.

You walked up to Mrs. Kingsley and bent down to see her tear soaked face. You smirk.

"She was killed by Futuba at the Supermarket a few months ago. And then-" you walked and stood next to Sherlock. "The mom seeking revenge for her daughter's death. She wants Futuba to die the same way Futuba stabbed her daughter in the abdomen. She then created pill bombs, not much but enough to kill the people involved." you looked at Mrs. Kingsley, smirking.

Sherlock opened his mouth after a long silence. "You killed your husband because he didn't care about your daughter's death, so when he's sick and sitting at home, that's your opportunity to give him that pill"

You took Mrs Kingsley's phone and pointed it at Mrs Kingsley with amusement. "and then you push the button when you think it's time"

"It's the same as Futuba only you didn't press the button. Something is holding you from pressing the button. Guilty? perhaps" Sherlock assumed.

Mrs. Kingsley stopped crying and raised her head to look at the two of them with newfound anger on her face. She then got up and tried to approach you while shouting.

"He really deserves to die! He killed my girl!" she yelled angrily as she approached you and tried to harm you but then Sherlock pulled your collar away from her.

You chuckled and let go of Sherlock's grip and rocked your body left and right as if doing a little victory dance while chuckling. Both hands in pockets.

"caught" you said amused.

Mrs. Kingsley's face started to turn red. "You don't understand what it feels like to lose someone you love. You have no feelings of pity at all. You are clearly just a human being who has no emotions and no compassion" She yelled at you insult after insult.

You covered your ears then put Mrs. Kingsley's phone on the table before you walked towards the couch near Sherlock and jumped a little, landing on the couch while closing your eyes trying to block out all the nonsense from her.

Mrs Kingsley threw another insult at Sherlock the same way she said to you. Sherlock kept his neutral face. He is used to people throwing insults at him.

And then she got enough with that and kept quiet and looked down at her lap with a solemn face.

"she was beautiful.. My girl.. she was so innocent and didn't know about the world yet. He killed my girl in front of me. I did try to find him after her death-" Mrs Kingsley looked up and looked at you both with somber face "And I met him. Laughing with his friends without a care in the world. Without a care that he had killed my daughter. So, I got the idea to make a pill bomb. But then, my husband knew about my grudge and added reasons for me to kill him first. I give him the pill and I detonate it" Mrs. Kingsley got up from her seat.

She slowly reached her phone and opened her phone screen with a solemn face. You opened your eyes and looked at Mrs. Kingsley skeptically while Sherlock seemed too follow her movement. Mrs. Kingsley's fingertips slide her phone while slowly smirking.

You widened your eyes after realizing something happened now and hopped off the sofa and rushed towards Mrs. Kingsley trying to stop her doing something gruesome.

"She swallowed-"

Mrs. Kingsley pushed the button from her phone screen and her guts exploded making blood splatter everywhere including your face stained with Mrs. Kingsley's blood. You were stunned with wide eyes when you saw Mrs. Kingsley's body fall to the floor.

Sherlock who witnessed the gruesome incident widened his eyes and rushed towards you.

"L/n" Sherlock called you in his hoarse voice.

You just stand in front of him. Didn't acknowledge Sherlock's presence. Your eyes stared at the fresh corpse on the floor. Both of your hands are clenched into fists, you then kneel on top of Mrs. Kingsley's body and pull her up by the collar. Mrs. Kingsley's head lolled upward. You shook her body as if trying to wake her up even though you knew she was gone.

Sherlock held your body by gripping both of your shoulders trying to release your grip from the body.

"I haven't finished questioning yet! why did you press that button?! why?!" you yelled while shaking Mrs. Kingsley's body hard.

"That's enough!" Sherlock shouted struggling to release you who was fuming angrily in his grip.

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"alright?" Sherlock looked at your face that was clean of blood.

You snapped out of your reverie and looked at Sherlock. "fine, you?" You turned your gaze to the ambulance that was carrying Mrs. Kingsley's body into the ambulance.

"Good" Sherlock nodded and looked away from you.

Both of you fell in comfortable silence as the ambulance lights flashed in front of you just like the police car. Everything has become normal, the real culprit has been caught but it's too late to arrest her as she is brought into the ambulance to the hospital for an autopsy. Sherlock's mind started wandering with the argument he and John had before.

'you might not show it openly but you have your own way of showing it. She's stunned you with her wisdom and you let her stunned you. Isn't it obvious?' John's voice began to echo in his mind.

He didn't realize that. He might lack romance but he knows that he is unconsciously stunned by you and he lets you. He let you stunned him with your wisdom. He likes to be near you and hear your voice.

'Wow. What is this?' Sherlock thought with wide eyes. His face started to turn red. He's blushing. Sherlock Holmes is blushing over a woman he barely knows.

He turned his gaze on your side face. Now he sees how gorgeous you really are. He swallowed hard.

"Why didn't you talk much while solving this case, Holmes?" you suddenly asked.

Sherlock stiffened. He turned his attention to the cement floor. "You talk first, so I'll let you talk"

"why? I read in John's blog that you are the type to talk a lot, why suddenly you don't talk much? You know you are allowed to talk, right?" you stared at Sherlock.

Sherlock lost all the sentences and panic started to burn in his heart. His eyes darted around and stopped at a glimpse of you next to him. He let out a heavy breath.

"you stunned me" Sherlock said those three sentences lowly.

"Me?" you turned your body to face Sherlock.

"yes, you. Everything about you stunned me and I lost my words. Dammit, I've never been lost for words before, but you. You manage to make me lost for words and I let you do that. You make me curious about you. Everything about you is curious to me. My deduction can't work on you, I can't read you easily just like any other person I've encountered. You DI Y/n L/n make me question you to me" Sherlock breathed out.

You are stunned. Now that everything is placed where it originally was. Now you understand what it means. You smirked and walked over to Sherlock. You looked upon his face and Sherlock looked down at your face. The height difference is everything.

"We barely know each other and now you say that I stunned you?" you chuckled and palmed Sherlock's cheek with both of your hands. You rubbed both of his cheeks with your thumbs. "You stunned me too, Sherlock Holmes."

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lz-didyounotice · 2 months

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The girl with a thousand faces : Part 2

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Hey! Me again, the part 2 is finally out ! There is still one chapter coming up next week. Warning : English is not my first language, so there might be some spelling mistakes. Be indulgent. Hope you enjoy,

Froggit-

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Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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Fourteen was when you started to remember who you were in your past lives.

It first came in dreams, nightmares, flashes when touching certain things, objects you didn’t even know. At first, it was scary. It also didn’t help, to for once in your many cycles, don’t understand what was happening. At your young age, you had already seen too many psychologists to even think it was normal.

You were prescribed too many drugs for you to even count, but you never wanted to take any of them, as if you knew there was something more to it than fleeting thoughts, making you want to disappear.

Everyone in the family was worried about your mental health, and thought something was wrong. Why wouldn’t they? It was keeping you up day and night. For Donna, on the other hand, it was nothing of the sort. Somehow she was the first one there when a nightmare happened, when something you saw made you unable to breathe. It was like she knew every part of it, but didn’t want to put word on what she thought.

You had told her what went through your head, as stupid as it could have sounded. And all she did was listen to everything and lull you back to sleep without asking anything in return. If it weren’t for her, you probably wouldn’t have been able to start remembering. And be stuck on those damned antidepressants.

It had come to this every night. And by the time you were twenty-five, your memories had reemerged. The only part that wasn’t clear was the way your last death went. You remembered meeting a man, running. But running from what? You didn’t quite know. All you knew was your promise. To see him once more, even in another life. If you weren’t sure how you could keep such a promise, you needed to keep it.

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Today was supposed to be a beautiful day for your sister. And yet, here she was, disappearing into thin air in front of everyone's eyes, a yellow glow pouring over her before it disappeared into the ceiling along with her.

All hell broke loose, and everyone was searching for her, including you, as your mom was on the phone trying to see if she hadn’t run away back home.

To be honest, you were happy that Lance didn’t get to marry your sister for an hour more. Something with him didn’t fit right. The way he would look at her, his comments always holding something more hurtful. Just by checking his hand, you knew something was up with him. You did tell Donna about what you thought of him, but she was desperate, and against your advice, she thought marrying him was the better option.

So when you saw him tell your mom he didn’t find her, a smooth smile was plastered on your lips, while you tried to retain all your hatred for the man.

The afternoon was spent waiting for her return. You knew she would be back; it was her who proposed to Lance after all, and she was too excited to marry him to have disappeared on purpose. Unfortunately, each family didn’t want anything to go to waste, and so the reception was held as intended, but without the bride.

You weren’t happy about it. Far from it, to be exact. You were at the back of the room, trying to think of something other than Lance dancing with a blond girl half as gifted as your sister.

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The music was blasting, everyone seemed to have a blast, dancing, singing, having fun. When the doors opened, you were relieved to see Donna still in her dress. It had picked up dirt for some reason, but that wasn’t important. She was there, safe and sound.

As you looked behind her, a flash came into existence. Red and loud alarms echoed everywhere. And this man, in his long brown trench coat, whom you had promised to come back to, was running to escape what was to come.

Pulling out of the flash, you heard Donna trying to keep it together as she watched both parties having a wonderful time while she was gone. Passing through the crowd, you took a step up to her, before hugging her like your life depended on it. Relieved she was okay, making everyone stop questioning anything.

“We got you back, that's all that matters okay?” Kissing her forehead was all it took for her to feel safe again.

“Now come on, we have a party to celebrate, don’t we?”

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The party couldn’t be more of a disaster. Everything went wrong, and Donna was nowhere to be found once more. She was off somewhere, without saying anything. While you didn't know where she could be, you had to take care of the guests and help bring them out of the building before it could go any further south.

Once home, You had took a seat outside the door, jacket pulled closer to your core, watching the stars align, hoping to see Donna being brought home by the Doctor. Your hands were cold, but it was a small price to pay to make sure she was okay.

Soon, a weird noise could be heard, and a blue police box came into sight, materializing in and out of existence before landing completely. At this point, nothing could be worse than an invasion of robot Santa Clauses trying to get your sister.

As the doors opened up, Donna was the first thing you saw coming out of that damned blue thing. Running as fast as you could, you took her in your arms, twirling her before putting her back on her feet. You took her face in your hands, examined her, making sure there wasn’t a scratch on her skin.

“Thank God… you’re okay…

-I’m okay… I’m fine (Y/N)

-Good god… please don’t run off with strangers again, I was so worried….” Pulling apart, you noticed the absence of the man who was supposed to marry her. “Where’s Lance?”

“He… didn’t make it…

-Oh god… I’m so sorry …

-It’s fine… he didn’t love me anyway…

-I’m not gonna say I told you so, but… Ow”

Donna had slapped you on the side, your exaggerated cry making her laugh a bit.

“There is that smile that I love!” you said while still holding your side. “Oh come on, you will find someone better than him… I know it…” You looked at her with a bright smile.

“So… gonna present me to your doctor friend over there, or is he gonna stand there doing nothing but watch us?”

As Donna turned around, the doctor was patiently waiting outside of his box, trying to look elsewhere, having been caught red-handed in his observations. Taking a few steps toward the man in question, Donna addressed him to you, crossing her arms on her chest.

“Well, I suppose, um… doctor, this is (Y/N).... She’s my sister.

-(Y/N) hm? Quite a fitting name.

-Doctor is not bad either. Better than John Smith, isn’t it?”

The doctor seemed a bit concerned. Many times he had used this alias on Earth, but today wasn’t one. How could you know? No, it couldn’t be. Probably, he was imagining it. John Smith was common, maybe a bit too much. He shouldn’t worry.

“Wait… are you telling me that it was the man running in your dreams the other night?

Donna seemed to finally break through. She was a genius in her own way; even Lance couldn’t bring it out of her.

“So it means…

-Yep…

-I’m so sorry… And to think mom sent you to all those damned therapists…”

Donna started to cry again. And the doctor still didn’t understand what was unfolding before his eyes.

“Um… excuse me, but, what is going on?

-And I thought Donna could be a thick one… You don’t remember, do you?

-Remember what?

-Paris, 1970, mid-summer, Sontaran soldiers trying to make a whole city explode.”

As you finished your sentence, the doctor’s confused face transformed into one of astonishment when it hit him.

“I promise you, I'll always come back. No matter what. Might take a few human years, but I'll always be back. No matter the life.”

That woman… Was here, alive, but with a different face. How?!

“How?!

-I told you I’ll always come back, didn’t I? No matter what, life.

-But how..?

-I was hoping someone could enlighten me on this point.”

The doctor looked excited. Mysteries were something he loved to resolve, and this one seemed to be quite big. He knew he shouldn't; Rose had just got away, but just thinking of being alone once more made him want to ask. Thinking of it, he needed someone else to go on adventures with.

“...I mean, I could lend you a hand on that.” Did the doctor finally let out.

Beside you, Donna was getting more nervous. She knew you’ve always wanted answers on what was happening to you, but she wasn’t sure she wanted you to go with the doctor. At least not after what she went through today. As your sister, she wanted you to be happy, to finally break through this mystery, maybe put an end to it so you wouldn’t have to go through it once more. She was worried to never be able to see you again.

“(Y/N), after what happened today, I’m not sure I want you to go with him… But you’ve been waiting for this your entire life. I don't want to take that away from you.

-Oh Donna… my beautiful and wonderful sister… I’ll always be there… You know it.” Caressing her cheek, you looked at her tenderly before kissing her forehead. ” I probably won’t be your sister if I disappear once again, but I won't forget, and will always find my way back to you, you can trust me.”

“I trust you, maybe not the block behind you though," she commented. It made you snort, trying to not lose the hold you had on your tears.

“One last thing before I get my answers… Donna, I know you don’t like Christmas, but I couldn't help myself from buying you a few presents. It’s not much, but I do hope they will brighten up the spirit a bit. They’re underneath my bed, in the big pink box.”

Retaining tears, Donna hugged you a final time, before letting you free.

“Tell mom that I'm off finding the truth about myself… And most importantly that I’m safe. Okay?

-Okay…

-Goodbye, Donna…”

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And so it was decided. As you entered the Blue box, your eyes glowed bright, enlightened by the colors of the console. A yellow glow bursting to life, as you stepped closer to the large column in its middle.

Machinery sounds could be heard, as the madman before you pushed a few buttons and pulled some of the levers.

“So what’s your ship called?

-She’s called the TARDIS.

-TARDIS?

-Time And Relative Dimension In Space.

-I like it. Does this mean you can go anywhere in time and space?

-Pretty much yes..

-So that leaves me a single question, what are you? 'Cause you aren’t human, that's for sure.

-I’m from the planet Gallifrey… I’m a Time Lord…

-any more particularities I should know about you?

-I’m the last of them…

-Ah…- Sorry to hear that…

-it’s nothing…”

Pouching one final lever, he he looked at you with a small smile before let it the rule of the Tardis. Always hold on to something on take off.

Taking his request into consideration, you got up to the railing, practically missing it with the violent movement of the TARDIS. Minutes later, you were back on your feet, the ship having stopped its course.

“Now tell me, how come you ended up with a new face?

-I don’t really know why, but I think I know how.

-Go ahead then… I’m curious.

-I think that, when I die, my conscience is not lost, not entirely at least. It is saved elsewhere, in another brain, a new brain and a new body. For me to be transferred, the brain needs to be brand new.

-So you need to be uploaded into something that is not really functional yet.”

The only way for it to even be possible would be for you to be reborn in a new organism at the first stage of its life. In that case, a human fetus.

“I come back as something that needs to grow once again. The only problem is that I don't immediately regain my memories. As I grow older, I access it more and more. Normally, by 20, I remember everything that has happened before.”

For her to take this much time to remember, the memories must have been flowing for a while. This made him wonder how much you got through?

“If you don’t mind me asking… for how long have you been going through this cycle?

-I won’t be able to remember the exact number. Been alive way too long.

-Can I guess the period at least?

-I mean, why not. Be my guest..”

And while guessing, the doctor had opened the doors of the TARDIS, inviting his newfound companion to sit beside him to observe a brand new nebula.

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“How about the Roman Empire?

-Nope, not even close.” Did you answer with a large smile, laughing at the eleventh failed attempt of the doctor.

“Edwardian times ?

-You already gave me that one.

-Argh… you know what, I quit, I don’t know.

-That’s surprising coming from you.

-Well, I gave everything I could.

-Sure, you can just tell me you’re tired of guessing, you know?

-Nah.. Never…” Did he say, making you laugh a bit.

He was beautiful under the starlights, looking far in the distance with that smile that made you want to trust him the first time he offered it to you. There was no denying it.

“The first life I remember ever living was in the Lower Paleolithic. So approximately 3 million years ago.

-H- what? You're older than me-

-Why so surprised? How old are you, spaceman?

-I’m Nine hundred years old… more or less.

-Only? I would have guessed a bit more…”

The doctor looked at you like you had grown a second head. You would think it would have been normal for him, but apparently, not that much.

“What? I have something on my face?” You asked while looking at the beautiful view that was gifted to you.

“Do I seem that old to you?” He seemed too offended to not laugh at the face he made. His brows crossed, mouth slightly opened, trying to understand what was just said.

“I mean…

-Now that's just wonderful- How could you call me that!” You tried to not fall as he pushed you with his elbow.

And suddenly, as you looked at each other, you started to laugh at the impossibility of the situation. For once in a long while, you had finally felt freed from the burden you carried. Finally telling someone about it without having the sensation of being crazy. Knowing you wouldn’t be judged for it.

The moment felt magical. You almost never wanted to let it go, fearing something might happen to take you away once more.

“So.. do you think you can help ?

-I might be able to run some test. Identify the energy. But if it is that old, i’m not sure to find it.

-It’s worth trying, no ?”

“It’s always is…”

#doctor who x reader #10th doctor x reader #tenth doctor x reader #the doctor x reader #donna noble x reader #noble family x reader #doctor who x imortal reader #sontarans #doctor who

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deonsx · 9 months

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Bandages

Heya! İts my first so ı hope you like it<3 English is not my main language^^

Dazai x Reader Comfort

I was resting at my boyfriend's house after a hard day's work but he hadn't come yet, we had a really good 2 year relationship

but for a long time I felt that he was not completely open to me, as if he was always closing a part of himself on me, even though he knew how much I wouldn't judge him, he kept going

his bandages were always hiding them from me it felt like a slight coldness between us, even though I tried asking him a few times, he always avoided

While I was lying on our bed, thoughts disappeared from my mind when I heard the sound of the door lock, the sound of footsteps approached

“Bella?” I looked into your tired dark eyes "you look tired, I can fix that” “where are my hello kisses” he said grimacing and squinting his eyes mockingly

When he saw that I wasn't moving, he got serious. "What's wrong my love?" she sat next to me as I took off her trench coat "you keep avoiding me osamu" i spoke as i brought my hand to gently caress his cheek

“What do you mean? I'd rather throw myself off a bridge instead” "You know what I'm talking about, osamu, don't you trust me?" silence prevailed

"I just don't want to upset you, my beautiful bela, with me” I approached him and gave him a small kiss, his eyes closed and he took a deep breath.

when he opened his eyes, the eyes sparkled and he came close and kissed me deeply then we took off our clothes he left bites on my neck he left only those bandages on him I asked for confirmation as I took my hand to his bandages

those brown eyes smiled and slowly I took my hand to the end of the bandage and started to remove it, it was very difficult with the eyes watching me carefully

the scars were revealing themselves in the moonlight after I had opened them all I only finally felt free of the barrier between us.. I placed my kisses on his now bare neck, without bandages, and felt his breath stop

i looked up into slightly shocked eyes then they went back to normal and those old loving eyes approached me “ı love you ‘samu”

“I love you too (name) I put my hands around his neck while I was in his lap the kiss deepened

İts my first<33 I am open to all requests

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popsicle-stick · 2 months

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cosmo and wanda i hope the phrase 'english is just 3 languages in a trench coat' goes to hell no matter what

#in regards to my previous post #war and hate on planet earth. good riddance #english is NOT special it is NOT unique and anglo exceptionalism needs to Die. Soon

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mouschiwrites · 6 months

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hi! how are you? ⋆˙⟡♡

i was wondering if i can request a romantic male atsv matchup please?

i’m a girl, 19, aries, enfp, my pronouns are she/her. i could be really shy sometimes due to my bad anxiety, but mostly i’m very sweet and bubbly person, i’m super affectionate with people who i love. i’m also very sensitive and emotional person too.

my height is 5’5, i have a petite figure, have some boob, long brown hair and green eyes,

i would describe my style as a hyperfeminine. i’m polyglot and i speak 6 languages, and i’m studying linguistics in uni. my other passions are makeup, cinematography and music ofc! i’m obsessed with rabbits and bunnies ₍⑅ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎♡ overall, i love cute things, such as clothes, accessories, makeup, stuffies and etc.

hope it’s okay! sorry for my grammar, english isn’t my first language.

thank you and have a nice day <3

Hi there! :D I hope your day is even better!! <3 (and dw about your English, it’s flawless!!) Without further ado, I match you with:

Spider-Noir!

A handful of headcanons!

He loves how emotional and sensitive you can be

With your emotional-ness and his dark, brooding personality, you guys have a lot of deep talks

Life, death, dreams, disappointments—anything and everything that resides in the deeper parts of your minds

On that note, he appreciates that you’re a fellow intellectual

He loves to explore intellectual topics in discussion as well as emotional ones, so you’re a perfect fit; you can do both!

Conversations with you are the kindling to the warmth your relationship

As for your shyness, that’s not a problem for him

He’s not exactly a socialite himself, so he won’t be dragging you to parties or anything

But he’s not nervous around people like you are, so when you do go out in public, he takes the lead

Though he really doesn’t like socializing all that much, he’s more than glad to do it for you

He also loves taking care of you in general

He sees you as a delicate flower, small (in comparison to him, at least) and in need of guarding

He knows you’re the one when you return the favor :)

Being Spider-Man is hard work, and being able to come home to someone who’s soft and kind is the best thing in the world for him

He’s a pretty masculine guy, so he doesn’t take much interest in your more feminine side

But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t support you!!

He’ll often surprise you with some new makeup or a bunny plush, just to see your face light up

His nicknames for you include “dear,” “my flower,” and “my love”

He loves to be called “dear,” “honey,” and “my hero”

A little drabble!

The window flew open, a cold drift blasting through the living room. Drops of rain dribbled onto the carpet, soon overshadowed by the moisture pouring off a black trench coat that slipped through the opening.

The window clicked shut again, and all was quiet save for the ragged breathing of the man in the coat.

You stood up from your reclined position on the couch, hurrying over to him.

“You’re back,” you smiled, opening your arms and wrapping them around his middle. You hardly noticed the icy rain he was drenched in as it began soaking through your clothes.

“Yes, my love,” he breathed, still regaining the wind in his lungs. “Tonight was hard.”

“Do you want to talk about it?” You pulled away, looking with sincere concern into his goggles.

He pulled off his mask, revealing a pained expression that just about split your heart in two.

“Oh, Peter…” you buried your face in his shoulder again, rubbing circles on his back.

You pulled away reluctantly after a moment. “Let me make you something warm to drink, then you can tell me all about it.”

The smallest of smiles curved his thin lips, and he leaned down to kiss you. “That sounds perfect. Let me change into something more suitable. Something that doesn’t leave you sopping wet, at least.” A little glimmer in his eye made you giggle as you finally let go, leaving him to change.

You positioned yourself on the couch with two mugs of tea resting on the coffee table. Peter sat on the ground in front of you, wrapping his arms around your hips and occasionally leaning his head against your thigh as he spoke. He didn’t need the tea; your sympathy was far more warming than a hot drink could ever be.

And… a song!

We Belong Together (Ritchie Valens)

You're mine

And we belong together

Yes, we belong together

For eternity

…

You're my, my baby

And you'll always be

I swear by everything I own

You'll always, always be mine

I hope you enjoyed! And thank you for your support, lovely!!

(divider by saradika)

#astv #spiderman astv #astv x reader #spiderman #across the spiderverse #spider noir #spider noir x reader

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ay-chuu · 1 year

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Boy's a Liar

Pairing: Skater boy!Jamil viper x Fem!Reader

A/N: Got the idea from @fukashiin thanks a lot, really liked your Jamil and a gift to @senpaiofotome my dear, love you <3 I probably have lots of grammar mistake, please remember that english is not my first language

Word count: 2.5k / Fluff + Kinda angst.

You were still nervously sewing a trench coat when the digital clock showed 03:47 AM. Normally, you'd never stay in the sewing workshop until that hour, but that night you really needed to get over your anger at life, so you got permission from the boss to sew something for the whole night. She was surprised, but she didn't refuse, she just gave the key and shrugged. While you continued to sew nervously, no ordinary events happened.

Until you got a needle stuck in your hand, swearing and sucking the blood from your finger, you didn't even realize that you were starting to cry. Your mood should have been too bad to handle any other small bad detail. You're not surprised. It's been a shitty week. You didn't even know where to start. You were late for school on Monday and got scolded by the professor. On Tuesday, you failed the test that you worked on for 3 solid mornings and nights. You sprained your right arm on Wednesday. You had a fight with Riddle because you forgot about the club activity on Thursday. And today, because of your dear siblings excellent troubles, you lost the chance to buy a computer that you have been waiting with the campaign for 3 weeks because your mother made it clear that you should stay in the school dormitory for the weekend. But the worst thing is that you got into a fight with Jamil, whom you've been seeing and in love with since the beginning of high school.

Oh… Jamil… He's the hardworking quiet boy who quietly comes to class with his skateboard and everyone admires. Even the people he hangs out with rarely show up, it wasn't your fault to not to get caught up in his mysterious aura. He used to cross his arms together and listen to the lesson with furrowed brows, and even where he sat, he looked like an art painting. Long bun hair, pale and attractive skin, gray and slanted eyes… it shouldn't be surprising that he was popular. But Jamil either wasn't aware of his popularity or didn't care at all, because he usually hung out on his own and walked through the aisles with stern looks. Jamil was also someone who touched and saw the soul of a person. You can say this with sincerity since the day you met him. Maybe that's why you fell in love with that idiot. In the first history lesson you attended together and since Crewel made you sit next to each other, you were overstretched because Jamil's facial features gave such cold expressions that even just someone sitting next to him involuntarily stretched.

But that's the trouble, appearances… they're just like the bitter peel of a fruit. It never introduces a its taste to person. If you can peel that peel, then you can only enjoy that beautiful taste in fruit.

Jamil was that strong taste, in fruit…

When you were doing group homework with your benchmate friend in history class, you noticed that his mood was extremely tense and terrible, you saw that his skateboard was broken. Just like that, you said a help sentence between words while investigating the work.

“In the back streets there is a 2nd hand shop selling skateboards, roller skates and bicycles. I can show you where it is if you want.” You said that by surprising Jamil. When he looked up and looked at you with confused eyes, you shook your hands with a little tension and whispered the sentence “never mind. anyway…” and then continued doing the homework.

There was a very strange silence in between, and when you thought you had completely ruined your chances with the guy you liked, Jamil's conversation surprised you even more. “Actually, I would love to… I don't think I can afford a new skateboard.” He said, looking at you strangely, rubbing the back of his neck. You shook your head quickly while reciting a prayer to God to regulate your heartbeat. “Sure… whenever you're available.” said, trying to be calm. And then you swore that you had seen the most beautiful smile in the world.

You couldn't do anything but admire Jamil while his long hair was waving at the edge of his face and he was smiling while his slanted eyes were getting more slanted.

Ah.. the best bonds were always random but quick.

“Then how does it sound after school?”

“I didn't know you liked knitting.” Jamil said, looking at the knitting needles in your hand.

You were startled by his sudden voice. You couldn't tell if your heart was beating from nerves or excitement. Because with Jamil's voice, the peaceful atmosphere inside the library, your calm mood and your enjoyment of the quiet moment turned into stress and excitement very quickly. However, you calmed down when you realized the question Jamil was asking. He was right, you liked knitting. But maybe you didn't care so much anymore because being in the sewing workshop became a job for you.

“Oh… you're right, yes. Still, knitting feels like a routine now.” You said with a shrug. But Jamil seemed to be upset by what you said.

“That's bad.” He said, looking at you with eyes as if reflecting his disappointment. When he realized that you were staring him, you thought or imagined that you saw a slight sign of redness on your cheek.

“Well, I mean for you to make unhappy something you enjoy in life. This doesn't suit you.” while he speaks to you nervously. But when this sentence only made you more curious and excited, you couldn't stop the sentence coming out of your mouth.

“What do you mean, it doesn't suit you?” you said it quickly and in a voice that could not hide its excitement.

Until now, all you've been doing with Jamil has been working on lessons you don't understand and missing classes in the library or in a pergola in the garden. You were so sure that he saw you only as a working friend all this time that a comment on your character, a special comment that showed how aware he was of you, increased your accelerating heart as if it would come out of your chest now.

“You are… a passionate person. Even in the little work you do, you are someone who focuses a lot and does it with the peace of mind that comes from loving it… just like the other day you fed each of the stray cats equally and fairly. The essence of someone is hidden in their details. You were… a very concise person, and- anyway, it's not my place to make this comment after I really didn't spend time with you outside of class and didn't talk about the specifics about you… I'm sorry.”

And my god. You were really sure that your heart was separated from your soul that day and get put back. Even though you cursed from the bottom of your heart that Jamil's flushed face, furrowed eyebrows and beautiful stares had caught you off guard so much, you couldn't feel anything but a feeling that you couldn't make sense of with the name that the comment gave you.

"… We can spend time together whenever you want, you know.” You said in a low voice.

Jamil smiled brightly

“Are you free after this study session?”

You'd think the only weird feeling you couldn't name was anxiety mixed with fear. Because only that feeling would make your heart beat so strangely.

"You know, maybe I can teach you how to skateboard too," Jamil said as he ate the ice cream in his hand and looked at the rainy weather. Turning your head to him and raising one eyebrow, you replied sarcastically "In this weather? You seem to want my death…” “Well- I mean, logically, rainy weather is more slippery, you know.” "Yes, but I've never ridden a skateboard before, and if you don't know, this is a risk for me to hurt myself somewhere," you said, laughing calmly. But Jamil wasn't laughing at all. He didn't even realize that he had dropped his ice cream while taking one of your hands seriously in his both hands.

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you.” He said with a calm tone of voice and a deep look that looked all the way into your eyes.

But it's a feeling in love that you can't name. Because you won't understand until you live it.

That day, on the 7th date of you two, you realized that you were in love with him. You knew that you had only known the person you were talking about for 3 months, but how right was it to postpone feeling love to a person who was serious enough to say such words to you in just 3 months?

You got angry. You're SO angry. You couldn't even make sense of why you were so angry. Maybe it's the indifferent attitude and rude answers of your first love, but haven't you already experienced this with people you love and trust before? Well, the peoples used to trust… Perhaps that was the reason. After all these months and dates, after dedicating your heart to Jamil, you didn't want your trust to be broken again. No matter how small the reason for the fight was, you didn't want someone to make you feel that disgusting feeling again.

“I don't understand, I've been meeting you for 6 months, and not once in all that time have you made a joint project decision without my permission. You know how bad I am about polynomials, Jamil! I can't understand why you chose this because this is what you're best at, you've never seemed like a selfish person.” You said, raising your voice slowly. You were just trying to figure out why he did it and all you got were side-eye stares and cold sentences. However, you got a different reaction this time because the selfish word should have made that jamil angry.

“Don't you dare call me selfish.” “Then instead of giving me evasive answers, explain to me how to describe this action you have made.” “You are the irresponsible one. You stayed up late for class that day, falling asleep.” “Because some of us were studying for literature tests instead of sleeping, Mr. very knowledgeable.” “Then it's none of my business that some of us are impassive and retarded in some matters.” jamil said, shouting.

Idiot? Is that… is that what he thought about you?

You wanted to be able to get back the thoughts you were just thinking. Because you'd rather have your trust broken right now. Yes, because the breaking of your heart was definitely thirty times worse than the breaking of trust. You felt your breathing slow down, your tears filling up. Was love such a disgusting feeling? Why was it so changeable? You didn't know, but you hated how you felt. Your sudden silence must have brought Jamil to himself because suddenly his eyes returned to normal and he realized what he was saying. Just when he was reaching forward and trying to hold your hand, you took your backpack and left the classroom.

When you left the door, you ran to the toilet, sat on the toilet seat and locked the door, started sobbing quietly. If love makes you feel so shitty in your bad moments, you didn't want to feel it.

When the memory of the fight came back to your mind, your tears accelerated and began to fall into the palm of your hand. It made you realize that you were crying more. Still, you felt relieved inside, because the only thing that could make it easier for so many things to overlap was crying. That's why you just cupped your face and sobbed and let all the emotions flow through you. After a while, when you felt the vibration in your bag, you reluctantly pulled your hand away from your face and reached for the bag.

*Jamil <3, 3 missed decals*

While your hand was shaking, you blinked at the phone like an idiot. Nevertheless, you took a deep breath and continued knitting the coat, not breaking your pride and putting music in your ears. He didn't care. After making you feel perfect for months, you weren't going to give what you wanted by responding to a person that would break your heart with a racial sentence. You put the phone on silent mode and all you heard was music. However, it would be a lie to say that you could get Jamil out of your head “Thay boy's a liar.” You thought. This time the phone started to vibrate with the sounds of lots of messages. You nervously reached for the phone and tried to grasp what you were reading while opening the lock screen.

“I know you're awake.” " If you hadn't been awake by now, you would have woken up and picked up the phone without realizing who I was and started cursing when you heard my voice. " " Where are you?” "are you at home?” " Please answer, I want to talk.”

While you were trying not to break the phone, you unlocked it to answer. Where was he after that fight? Because you've never seen him? And now again, he is again pulling "no one who knows you better than me" ? Fuck you, Jamil. Fuck you.

“Leave me alone." You locked the phone again after typing, but after the vibration session that came back, you grabbed it with a grip while trying to not getting worse mood.

Jamil: If you meet me at the park and just give me half an hour, I'll do it. You: No. If you don't want me to block you, stop texting. Jamil: Then I will call Najma and tell her to disturb you. If you block her, I'll call that Kamil bastard. If you block him, someone else. I'm not giving up. You: Fuck you. Jamil: You are not in the dormitory, there is no light in your room. Stay in the studio, I'm coming.

And so about half an hour later you heard a hard knock on the studio door 3 times and you started yelling at Jamil while jumping out of fear and opening the door in anger.

“I'M ALREADY HERE, WHAT THE FUCK.” you shout while Jamil was embarrassed at the entrance of the door by awkwardly putting his hand on his neck. “Oh… sorry.” He said when he saw your angry exit for the first time. You noticed the skateboard and the IPOD next to him. He looked at you as he nervously put his hands in his pockets. "Well, this isn't the best place to talk-“ “Oh i think it is” You said with crossed arms. Jamil pulled his arm from his neck apart with a sigh and grabbed your hands, while you tried to pull his hand away but when he hugged you, you couldn't understand what he was doing and you exhaled in surprise. “Look, I know you're angry. You're so right, but at least let me explain honestly. Please…”

And you knew deep down that you couldn't say no to him when he was cursing at yourself. “Fuck love. Fuck that kind of feeling.” You clenched your jaw while you were thinking. He left you and put one hand in your hand while he took his skateboard with the other hand. While he slowly took your jacket and put it on you, he pulled you out of the studio. He was holding your hand, your heart accelerated so much that your face started to blush, and you quickly pulled your hand away from him and made the excuse that you should lock up the studio before the situation got worse. Jamil seemed disappointed. You didn't care. That bastard deserved that.

You were both quiet the whole walk. You were just looking at the road and not looking at Jamil. Jamil, on the other hand, was plugging in his iPod, changing the music every once in a while and looking at you sometimes. His hand touched yours again several times, but you thought he pulled it off assuming he was scared. Finally, when you came to the park, you just sat on the bench and again did not talk about anything between you.

It was Jamil who broke the silence. “Well, how's it going, then?” he said, trying to deconstruct the strange mood between you, but when he got “are you serious?” stare, he was tense on the spot. “Okay, you want to get straight to the point, I get it.” He said as he took a deep breath. And damn, he fell silent again later.

As the anger inside you grew, you noticed that you were cold. Just when you were getting up in anger and planning to come back, Jamil grabbed your face and made you lift your face and look into his eyes. “No matter what I say, no matter what excuses I offer, my behavior on that day was never acceptable. I'm so sorry… I was just… I was just having a shitty week and, and-“ Jamil swallowed. "And I was so nervous when the plans of what I was planning to do that day were disrupted, which, God, it seems so stupid when I think about what I'm going to do… I, I just want us to make up. Please. I am so sorry.” He spoke so fast that for a moment you tried to grasp what he was saying. But obviously Jamil misunderstood this, and when you saw that his hands were starting to shake in your hands, you couldn't help but pity him. Like that, you've just forgived him, you were in love with this stupid skateboarding idiot, and you couldn't help yourself. You didn't want to experience anything else shitty this week. You wanted to feel good things.

Quietly, you took his hands and took them to your lips and kissed them “Well. I forgive you. But… I need you to explain that day to me.” you said it quietly. Jamil looked into your eyes while shocked at the gesture you made. “Did you… did you cry?” he said in an anxious voice. He spoke quietly as you looked at him in shock, surprised at how he understood. “It's just... when you cry that your nose gets red and eye bags.”

For a moment you couldn't understand what he was saying, but then you giggled slowly and snorted. "You know a lot about me, Jamil…" you said, looking at your hands united in embarrassment. There was an awkward silence Decked out in between. Jamil was looking at you admiringly, while you were just looking at your hands with your head tilted down. Until Jamil pulled one of his hands away and put it under your chin.

“Yes, it is, but do you know why?” he said, looking into your eyes. You felt your heart beating in your chest. It was very difficult to breathe at that moment. You began to tremble too much to form a sentence, and you said a single word, trying not to shake your voice. “W-why?”

And from that moment on, you swore that time was slowing down. “Let me explain myself, what I planned to do that day was to confess to you, but all the photos on the broken skateboard that I was going to give you as a gift were thrown away with it, by stupid kalim bastard. thinking it was 'garbage.' " Jamil said sadly, "The tension of the week and the disruption of the plan have driven me crazy. I blamed my feelings for you on this issue because I would never let such stupid things be made to me, but god, it's so hard when I'm with you. That's why I took my anger out on you… But the only thing I wanted to do that day was not to take my anger out, but my love out of me. I'm so sorry, jamali…" Jamil said while stroking your jawline with his hands.. He slowly leaned forward and brought his mouth closer to your lips. “ But I can't keep it to myself any longer. I can never bear to be without you. Because I'm in love with you. A lot indeed.”

You didn't know why you were shocked when you just stared him and suddenly grabbed Jamil's face and gently pulled him to your own lips.

His lips gave you the taste of that beautiful peeled fruit. When you put your hand gently on his cheek and bowed your head, you swore that you had entered heaven. You slowly returned to the real world, hearing the feeling disappear and leaning his forehead against yours, sarcastically asking you questions.

“I take that as a yes?” "Idiot… I love you too. Now shut it and kiss me.” You said while chuckling. The short and sweet kisses continued until Jamil cut it and stood up while held out his hand.

“It's 5 AM and I want nothing more then to show universe that I have opened up to you while shout out my happiness. Come with me.” and after that, since you put one of his airpods in your ear, you don't even remember how the time passed, all you know is that the sunlight slowly hit your face at sunrise, Jamil was trying to teach you skateboarding, you were screaming slowly, and he was laughing. The music in your ear, the warming air, Jamil's face and the smell of pine trees. You swore that you would remember these things for the rest of your life.

At one point, while you were riding the skateboard and giggling, Jamil stopped you and made his face serious “Hey, you didn't tell me why you were crying. Who has upset you? Me?” he said anxiously. “I don't know, I've already forgotten. " you said, chuckling happily even tought you knew the answer. You just didn't want to ruin the moment since it was in the past. Jamil repeatedly asked you about the same question in a different ways, while you just kept trying to ride the skateboard and giggling. He realized that no matter what he said, he would not get an answer. So he just grabbed your face and gently touched with his lips to yours, maybe for 20st time he said sorry with body language and calmed you down.

Maybe you were right. Jamil, that boy was a liar. But he's a sweet liar who lies enough to make you feel that there's no other important being but you.

And love at its worst was a disgusting taste that made your mouth bleed with pain. And strangely, that beautiful smell and taste that could take away that taste with itself again...

whew dude..i hate dumblr

#by.aychu #jamil viper #jamil x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper fluff #twst #twst jamil #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland drabbles #twisted wonderland jamil #twisted wonderland fluff #jamil #jamil viper drabbles

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tallymali · 11 months

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actually i think we should just embrace the chaos of the english language. its a bunch of other languages in a trench coat and its so widely spoken in so many different dialects of course its gonna be a mess. peace and love on planet earth <3

#that being said i do love a good bit of lighthearted banter between the US and UK about pronunciations and such #AS LONG AS IT STAYS LIGHTHEARTED #looking at you brits who are frothing at the mouth to bring up school shootings for some insane reason

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theaistired · 4 months

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Blog introduction

Hello, my name is Thea (she/they), I’m acespec, arospec, and autistic. I speak German and English and I am trying to learn Italian, Swedish and Arabic (learning three different languages at ones is complicated, so trying instead of actual learning). I’m a big fan of the fantasy genre and like to read, write, draw, play the piano, and occasionally play video games. I also love birds and science.

Now, this is my main blog where I post about my writing, my art and also stuff in general. I might also post about some of my own music in the future. You can find a short introduction to my WIPs under the cut.

Hope you enjoy and I'll see you around on tumblr!

Galidean: A fantasy series that was supposed to be a trilogy but has grown into a much longer series. But I guess that is what happens when you look a three different projects and think to yourself "wouldn't it be hilarious if the took place in the same setting". So, the series can be divided into three different "eras" with their own little "main plot", but there is also a plotline running through all of them mostly in the background.

A hundred years after the joined victory over the Dark Sun, the human nations gather together in celebration. Future leaders attend a journey through each other's home, during which it becomes clear that scorching raids have left their marks over all the territories. With no apparent culprit, a prince, an orphan, a lord, and a sorcerer band together to find the power that turns banishment into death. With the help of a friend and a sibling, they start chasing mysteries and legends across the world, unaware that they all take root from the wounds of the world itself.

Old Gods: A fantasy series consisting of 3 – 4 books, while I also wanted it to be horror, that part has gotten somewhat lost while developing it. Oh well.

Cyr was young when the war started, he was young when he joined it and he was not so young anymore when the enemy captured him. After four years of imprisonment, he comes to terms with his inevitable fate. Surrounded by enemies, hated by his allies, stripped of his magic and will, there is no escape for him. While the voices and visions invade both day and night, Cyr prepares for his final day. His only true solace is the new courtesan who has endless stories of hope and rebirth to tell him.

The Human in Us: An urban fantasy series, that really is just two characters and my investment in their relationship in a trench coat. All started by me looking at different supernatural YA stories and going “wonder how I would do that”.

Students, alcohol and an abandoned house should have been the set-up for a fun, maybe spooky anecdote in their future. It should not twist and turn and talk, it should not turn nightmares real, it should not make Josephine’s hallucinations even more vivid and grotesque. Yet it does, and one month later, a burning girl appears to give her an envelope containing an address and a promise of answers.

There Are Voices In the Void: A sci-fi horror story, set in the same setting as a different sci-fi project of mine, but story-wise not connected to it.

While investigating a nebula, the scientists of the crew gather samples of cosmic dust, finding an unknown organism on it. The head biologists determines it to be deceased and proceeds with further testing. The death of two of his colleagues soon afterwards is just the beginning of the nightmare.

Little Remains: A bit of crime fiction/thriller, that happened by me looking at YA mystery series and going “wonder how I would do that”.

Detective Morgan has worked on many gruesome cases in the past, most of them took place in bigger cities with an anonymous population. When a teenage girl is found dead in the fields of a small town nearby, Morgan first assumes an outsider to be the murderer of the unidentified victim. However, with the murder of a local student a few days later, even the tight-knit community quickly realises that one of them is far more familiar with the gruesome case than the rest of them. Unwilling to sit back, the student’s friends start their own investigation, while Morgan begins to struggle with old ghosts.

#blog intro #writing #writeblr #writeblr intro

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saltsanford · 6 months

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20 questions

tagged by @gaeasun - thank you friend!

How many works do you have on AO3? 36

What’s your total AO3 word count? 880,000

What fandoms do you write for? currently just star wars – can def see myself writing more cobra kai if this next season fucks

What are your top five fics by kudos? put my guns in the ground (2,726) the long road back to good (1,182) enough enough (1,143) let the river in (1,096) sleep and where to find it (758) all rvb except river. nothing will ever top guns in terms of kudos, but river is creeping up there which makes me happy bc my writing has improved a LOT since writing all the others on this list and river is by far the strongest of these five

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? YES almost always, one because I want people to know I appreciate them even if I’m just saying thank you over and over, and two because I’ve met literally all of my closest fandom friends by us acting unhinged in each others’ comments

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? the long way down is pretty damn depressing all the way through. i wrote most of that fic with a blanket over my head (idk it made sense at the time, i was trying to Cope)

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? hmmm laughter lines was super fluffy, I love the happy “reveal” at the end of that one

Do you get hate on fics? idk if hate is really the right term, if i write something and put it out there people are free to say what they like about it but. yes lol (not SW to clarify, i mean it's absolutely possible that it's out there but i don't go looking)

Do you write smut? If so what kind? I have in the past, but not currently, and it’s not something I plan to do again but who knows

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? no, and I don’t usually read them either. not my thing

Have you ever had a fic stolen? I have had large chunks of my fics flat-out pasted into other fics before which like. come on. they took them down immediately though when i asked

Have you ever had a fic translated? never

Have you ever cowritten a fic before? YES!!! enough enough with my old friend egg <3. It was SO much fun. I have done this privately with others too and it is one of my favorite things. finding people you vibe with creatively is WONDERFUL

What’s your all-time favourite ship? still gotta give it to wash and tucker from rvb

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? I have a pretty in-depth FMAB WIP (not posted) covering that missing moment after baschool, that has a lot written – but I doubt that’ll ever actually be completed

What are your writing strengths? dialogue. I’ve had several comments saying that if I removed the dialogue tags, they’d still know who was talking and idk if there’s a better compliment than that honestly. also just...actually writing i guess? i have a rock-solid routine that usually allows me to get in 1000 words/6 days a week.

What are your writing weaknesses? like…an actual plot. my fics are really just 300 hurt comfort tropes in a trench coat and I’m fully aware of that

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don’t speak another language, so the most I’ve done is use the English to Spanish translator for lopez-the-robot’s lines in some rvb fic. it was bad

First fandom you wrote for? lord of the rings! I still have the notebook I carried around everywhere in 8th grade. there’s literally a comment section in the back because I would pass that shit around to all my friends to read

Favorite fic you’ve ever written? okay this might be because it’s my most recent fic but I really love we are a woven strand, find the thread. I love all my OCs, I love the lore I built up for the CMOs, I love how I threaded it all together. It feels like the most original thing I’ve ever written

if you feel like it: @secretlystephaniebrown @comefeedtherainn @calamity-aims @usaonetwothree <3 <3

#answered #i know i don't always respond to things i'm tagged in #sometimes i'm just lazy or busy #but it's fun to play when i'm in the mood so thank you!#my txt

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kragehund-est · 9 months

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it sucks how few people share my interests, i wish i had more people to talk about them with!

"hyenas might look like dogs, but they're actually a type of cat!"

"english is basically 3 languages in a trench coat lol"

"BING CHILLING"

actually i don't want anyone to talk about any of my interests ever again ever.

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akitothemightydorito · 11 months

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YES HELLO INFODUMP PLS AND THANK U I wish to know about reader design, and designs in general, and also all the other characters (very curious about u mentioning Gregory - how is the chaos gremlin gonna show up, I need to know)

Info dump pt.1

YESS FINALLY!!! I GET TO INFO DUMP RAHHHH!!!!

So I did mention that Gregory would be introduced and we do in fact have an early concept of him when the prologue and other chapters were fleshed out (by the way art isn’t mine!! It’s my co-writers !!)

Here are two drawings of him! The one of the left is one “before he was trapped on island” and “After a while he was on the island” 2 years before reader to be exact which doesn’t really show much other than he’s a sneaky little bugger when reader encounters him. And oh boy is he a nuisance! Before the main plot begins Gregory was stranded after Eclipse attacked the ship he was on that he sneaked on to get away from the orphanage he lived in and pretty much was caught in the unfortunate event of Eclipse taking notice.

You could say Gregory was in a similar boat to the reader (I’m funny I swear-) and was saved somehow he survived drowning. Gregory eventually comes across Freddy and long story short he gets adopted by the giant grizzly (I’ll show size comparison soon !!) and becomes the local menace. Like, bro literally now thinks he’s invincible with Freddy by his side!? Mess with Monty and enter his territory? Freddy is there to quickly deescalate the territorial croc and remove Gregory as soon as he gets word, Greg is given a stern talking to for the nth time now. Oh what’s that? Gregory is provoking Roxy and Chica again? DAMMIT GREGORY WE DONT NEED MORE FIGHTS (context: Roxy and Chica aren’t on good terms early on due to competing for the same territory for the open plains)

All in all I think you can guess a few ways Gregory might make a first impression on the reader >:3

Okay moving onto Freddy!! The father bear himself! So I don’t remember all heights of the characters off by heart and the part where I discussed them is waaaaaayyyyyy back in a chat so until I get it I’m gonna try and estimate on what faint memory I have! Freddy is based of a brown grizzly and has a human like figure but mixed in with bear with lots of fur! His lightning marks and stripes have been turned into scars from an old conflict, of what? We don’t know since not even Gregory can pry it out from him….maybe it’s reluctance??

Here is some of the concepts! I’ll show the size difference below separately!! But yeah I hope this helps get an idea of what he’s supposed to look like!! Freddy is also known to keep the peace’s between everyone (and to keep Gregory in check-). He’s a friendly fellow but…he wasn’t always so tame before…never mind!

HABSHEINEBSUW EVERY TIME I SEE THIS I WANNA JUST SQUEEZE WHATEVER IS CLOSET RAHHH-

Freddy is basically the best to give out cuddles and a great napping partner, rivaled by DJ Music man though!

NOW I’m just gonna quickly move onto the MC themselves, Y/n!! OMG I AM SO EXCITED!! as you have probably seen in the prologue of EOTE (eyes of the eclipse. Shorter title) then you know that reader is German in WWII but!! They aren’t exactly one to see eye to eye with the views on Jews and so they vowed to help any Jew they could escape the county and basically be a human smuggler for Jews! The design I showed where reader is in a trench coat actually is what they use to get around, find sources of where Jews are being transported etc. basically just a disguise out of their Dad’s cloths. Reader also worked in a factory like some people did wearing overalls since both men and woman wore them during the mid 1930’s! (Same can also be said for Gregory’s clothes but for the early 30’s)

Headcannon: since Y/n and Gregory are both from Germany and speak both English and German, they like to confuse the others on the island on purpose by suddenly switching languages mid conversation! They also say curses in German either as a reflex or accident if it makes sense

I just find my own little HC funny hehe.

Next up we have Roxy!!! She actually is one character I remember the height for exactly and the reason I can remember Eclipse’s as well lol. She’s actually an astounding 7’3 when on her hind legs. The reason for her very tall height is because she is based off one of these:

RED MAINED WOLVES BABY!!! this also makes sense as to why she’s alone and doesn’t want to have a pack as well as wanting to have the plains for herself as she feels more in her element in taller grass! He legs and paws also have that same gradient of black fur going on as well as her having a puffy mane and fur. I also may or may not have said she is able to run top speed when she runs on all fours thus being a good way to scare reader :p

Like I mentioned she is able to walk and run on all 4’s just like she can on two legs but she prefers going on all 4’s though. Makes her hunts more easier and keep that pesky bird out her DAMMN Territory!! >:/

Only have 1 rough sketch of her so far since reader is yet to encounter Roxy or anyone else haha but here take in the tall maned beauty in all her glory! :D

Her more early concepts. Might have more added to her soon though 👀 (shhh!)

She isn’t one for being all that social and is Gregory’s #2 target whenever he feels like causing issues and risking his life. She also sometimes accidentally stumbles across Chico’s territory a few times which leads to a few scuffles and chase outs between the two so no one’s really surprised, Freddy manages to stop them before things get rough tho!!

Okay I have some juice left to dump about 1 more character before I pass out! ITS DJMM!!!! AHHHH so, so…He is a HUGE Drider that lives in a cave deep in the forest of the island. I have a few sketches but I can’t find them at the moment but in my next info dump I’ll be sure to get them! So basically he gives the vibe a jumping spider would: Harmless and sweet! Which is true when he’s Docile and unthreatened but when that changes he can show off his huge venomous fangs that can paralyze and even be lethal depending on dosage. Did I mention he also has soft fuzz on his boddy but not entirely covering his carapace? No? Oh well yeah he does but that also plays part in his threatening stance! He has the ability to shoot out barbed hairs out just like a tarantula (I physically shivered when I typed that, ugh!) but also be wary for his webs! Not only are his fangs and fluff a problem but also his webs! They have the consistency of a Golden ord weaver: strong and resilient but also soft and silky so if you’re caught, you’re trapped there for good!

Another small detail I wanna mention is the mini Music man’s in the SB game that chase you through the vents have basically become a cluster of mini driders (perhaps some young MM adopted ??) and so he is basically a protective father over all of them so anything coming their way is a threat on sight! You enter the cave without him knowing and your done for pal, game over!! >•<. Also, Also MM doesn’t speak verbally but he does communicate through chirps and other vocal sounds he’s able to make like clicks as well!! (He’s so sweet!!)

Okay that’s part 1 of this info dump done but I got more coming this way!! I got Monty, Chica, Sun, Moon and Eclipse to do next!!

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