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#I miss them already and how dare this do something very difficult to do (make me feel An Emotion)

daisybianca · 8 months

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pairing: lando norris x femalereader

summary: lando seems too innocent sometimes. however, as your boyfriend, his hidden kinks start to unveil themselves. oh, and they're very, very hot.

warnings: cursing words, sexual activities, female pleasuring

"DO YOU HIDE any of your kinks from me, baby?" You asked, glaring at your boyfriend as his soft hair caressed your flesh. His beautiful face was buried between your legs, and his features lit up once you exclaimed the words.

"What?" His accent kicked in. His colorful eyes narrowed and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm no fool. You know what a kink is." You giggled and scratched his neck playfully. "Shoot. I'm prepared."

You heard your boyfriend’s delicate laughter. "Baby, I might be crazy in love with you, but I'd never reveal to you something like that."

"Why?" You frowned, starting to get a bit annoyed.

"I don't know, I just..." Lando let out a breath and got up. "I feel like you're too perfect to know that I picture you and me doing such dirty things."

He got comfortable on the bed next to you and then gently grabbed you by the wrist, dragging you to your favorite seat. His lips. You dat on him, as your chest was on his eye level. You could already feel something sharp and hrad poking your thigh.

"Lando, I..." You tried to find the right words to persuade him. Sometimes, he made you think that he'd never been in a relationship ever before. Or maybe that he was too perfect for you. "We are a couple, aren't we, baby?"

"Yes, love." His response was instant, and his hands found your waist, grabbing it as if he were the owner of it.

He indeed was.

"Okay, then tell me, Lando." You tried to change his mind by fake-puppy eyeing. It always worked, to be honest.

Lando proceeded in a long exhale. "Fine." You noticed him bit his lip. "But don't you dare asking me to actually do it in real life."

You chuckled. "Why?"

"You'll see why once I say it."

You moved yourself on top of him to get more cozy, and his eyes were very beautiful. It's too beautiful, in fact.

You couldn't resist that. No straight, non-blind woman could, you were sure about that.

You'd like to take control and ride him once he was done telling you what he had to say. But you couldn't way for much longer. You could already feel yourself soaking wet down there, and he hadn't even touched you wet.

"Okay." You tried to make this as brief as possible. "Tell me."

"Well..." he started. "You know how much I love your ass." Lando blurted out.

Of course, you knew how much he adored your curves. He didn't miss a single chance to smack or squeeze your ass whenever the opportunity occurred.

You smiled. "Go on."

"Well, I--" You could tell he was a bit embarrassed, and that kind of frightened you.

You and him had been together for almost a year, and he seemed to struggle revealing things ti you as if you two had hust starting seeing each other.

"I think I know where this is going." You said, caressing his soft cheeks and hair. His face was kind of red, making his innocent eyes pop up more. "I can already tell it's something really, really dirty." You teased him, and he blushed even more. "And hot."

Gosh, you were so freaking wet.

Lando's eyes filled with pure curiosity. "How'd you know?" He wondered with his beautiful, british accent.

"You're so hard beneath me that it actually hurts my thigh."

Surprised by your statement, Lando looked around and exhaled as if this was too much to handle. He grabbed you by the waist hard and pulled you closer to him.

He didn't proceed to kissing you, though. He just rested his forehead against your, closing his eyes and placing his hands on your cheeks.

You heard him shallow. "You know, you're making it more difficult if you say things like that, angel."

"Thanks for telling me." You smiled against his smile, feeling his warm breath tickle your sensitive skin. "I'm writing it down so I can do it more often." You teased again.

His pretty eyes were still closed as if opening them would mean losing control.

"Fuck, (y/n)," Lando growled. "Don't do this to me, please." He begged, his eyes remaining stubbornly shut.

Please.

"Okay, if you want me to stop, you'll have to tell me." You smiled. "I promise, I'm not going to suggest doing it unless you say so."

Your gaze finally met his.

He applied a small peck on your nose, then on the area of your lips, then lowering his head to reach the skin of your neck.

Your flesh was warm under his touch.

"Ride my face, baby." His accent pronounced.

Your eyes widened, and you were so glad he didn't witness that. His head was buried on your neck and hair.

"Do you want me to?" You asked, just to be completely sure. "Do you think you're going to handle it?"

"Yes, just do it?" He started kissing you.

"Really? What about breathing?" You pulled just a few inches away in order to be able to talk. "Are you sure you'll be able to breathe?"

Lando filled the gap between the two of you once again, not letting you exclaim a word. "Just shut up and ride it, baby." He pulled your shorts and panties away with our swift move. "From now on, you're not opening that beautiful, little mouth of yours again. Only to beg for more or scream my name. Got it?"

You tossed his shirt on the floor, and then your own shirt followed as well.

He laid down, and before you even got the chance to understand what was going on, he pulled you to him. Without talking, he placed you on top of his head, and he twisted his tongue to make your stomach swirl into a million circles. "God, I knew you were soaking wet." He said.

He did that a few more times and a few moans escaped from your lips.

"Move your hips for me, love." Lando said, encouraging you.

You did as he said and the feeling on your stomach only got more intense.

Too much.

Too hot.

Too perfect too handle.

Just like Lando.

He geabbed your thighs with possessiveness, swnding another wave of pleasure through your entire system.

"Fuck, Lando..."

At first, he just utilized his tongue.

He wouldn't let you come until three of his fingers were into you.

You screamed in pleasure and the orgasm arrived only when he said it.

This is heaven, you thought. And it also goes by the name Lando Norris.

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yawnderu · 4 months

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Lamb of God — Nikto x Medic!Reader | Part I

Shot, stabbed, beaten... Mikhail has been through hell countless times, yet no amount of training or experience from years in Spetsnaz could ever prepare him for what Victor Zakhaev did to him. 8 missing nails, multiple new wounds on his already scarred body, and a face so disfigured he could no longer recognize himself— not only was his body broken, but so was his psyche.

His first visit was with the medics, wounds in desperate need of cleaning even with infection starting to set in most of them, the chemical burns on his face already blistering and itching despite being scolded by the medic multiple times for scratching himself. He was a difficult patient to say the least— not wanting anyone to touch his injuries or even look at him, only accepting treatment from the only person who dared confront him.

“'Stop that.” Your request comes in a sharp tone, not wanting him to itch his blistering injuries and make the scarring worse than what you knew it would be. A mumbled ''don't tell me what to do'' makes its way to your ears, though you decide to ignore it when he puts his hands way, adhesive bandages decorating his fingers where the nails had been ripped off.

“Sit up for me.” The man is an aggressive dog that defends himself with fangs bared, yet he somehow listens to your commands— even when he scoffs or grumbles before finally doing what you ask. Your gloved hand goes to his chin as you examine the red skin on his face, noting it was washed when he was first rescued, no residue of the acid left. He mumbles something and you raise an eyebrow, waiting for him to repeat himself.

“Is it gross?” His deep voice asks, accent even rougher with the raw emotion he's feeling. He knows for a fact it's gross, he saw it himself— he has blisters covering over half of his face, still remembering the acid dripping down his face from Zakhaev simply wanting to cause him pain.

“I've seen worse— at least you still have a face.” Being a medic for the military allowed you to see both human cruelty, and the extends injuries could go. You've seen multiple soldiers missing their face, skin pulled and bones poking out of their bodies— Mikhail's injuries aren't the worst you've seen, not even close.

“Your nose doesn't look too weird either, even when I was told it was broken. Your eyes still work, all your limbs are still attached... you'll recover from everything in no time.” You try to keep a positive attitude despite the way his baby blue eyes are staring holes into your head, pupils looking tiny despite the dim light in the room.

“I'm mostly worried about what's going on here.” You tap his head softly and he doesn't take long on pushing your hand away softly, a small smile making way to your lips when you notice how he avoids eye contact for a second before he's back to staring at you. You stare back for a while, trying to decipher what he's feeling before going to grab a cloth, filling a small bucket with cold water and making your way back to him.

“This might hurt a little bit, let me know if you want me to stop and we can take a break.” He looks down at the bucket of water and the cloth you're dipping in, squeezing the excess water as you wait for his approval. He gives you a nod in affirmation, flinching slightly as the cold cloth makes contact with his face. It doesn't hurt as much as he imagined— if anything, it feels almost soothing, the previous ache and itchiness disappearing even if only for a very short while.

“Заканчивай быстрее с этой хернëй.” He mutters under his breath despite how good it actually feels on his injuries, not wanting to get any pity from you.

“Be patient.” It almost feels like he's getting scolded by his nana, faint memories of the old woman cleaning his scrapped knees come to mind, holding onto them to try and stop the bad thoughts from flooding his damaged brain.

“Mikhail.” Your soft voice slowly brings him back to reality, feeling an odd sensation all over his face. His hand goes up to feel his cheeks, only now realizing that you already dressed his wounds. He looks utterly confused, not even remembering you getting gauze, everything happening too suddenly. Now that he thinks about it, he doesn't remember most of the heli flight back home, too busy thinking about... what was he even thinking about?

“Mikhail.” You repeat, one of your gloved hands going to his shoulder in attempts to make him look at you. He's still staring blankly at the floor, just as he has been doing for the past 20 minutes, not responding to his own name.

“Quiet, I hear enough voices.” He brushes you off, finally getting up from the medical bed and quickly leaving your office despite the small limp from the beatings he took for days.

He hears voices? His next stop will have to be with the provided psychiatrist once his body recovers a little bit to test if he's still fit to be part of Spetsnaz, leaving your heart filled with worry until you move onto the next patient, making a mental note to check on him later.

A/N: Mikhail is Nikto's name in this fic, the person he used to be before turning into Никто.

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muffinsin · 4 months

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If you can, can you do where the sisters are so tired that they don’t realize when their fem s/o guide their head on her lap, and when they wake up, they realize how much they enjoy sleeping on her lap so they end up using their s/o lap more often cuz it’s so comfortable and soft and warm, oh and also the s/o runs her hands through the sisters hair, and gives them kisses. Literally something I’d want to do, just comfort them and love them.

Absolutely! This is so adorable!🙌 I totally agree, I just wanna spoil and coddle them and SHOWER them in comfort and affection. Funnily enough this reminds me of a request I did once, of Cassandra falling asleep in her s/o’s lap! :)

Let’s get into it! :)

Masterlist 1

Masterlist 2

Bela

Bela can be something of a troubled mind at times

She thinks a lot and attempts to manage many things

Working, her sisters, the maidens, you, anything her mother adds to this list

It’s very common for her to be entirely focused on her work. She’s more than a little bit of a workaholic at times

What she then doesn’t realise, is to take breaks. Or eat. Or sleep

So when you enter her office after hours and hours of her doing nothing but working, all day and night, even yesterday, you are concerned

You know you can’t just tell her to stop. She’s too focused on her work, and too eager to please her mother to do so

She will allow you to convince her to take breaks, however

And so she finds herself being guided to the castle gardens for some fresh air, her limbs heavy and eyes fighting a battle to stay open

She doesn’t even realise this, her mind already occupied with what work she will do after her break

Bela just allows you to pull her along, until she finds the two of you sitting at the gazebo outside

She makes a small squeak of surprise when you pull her head on your lap, but doesn’t attempt to get up

How could she, when it’s so warm? And soft? And comfortable?

Oh, and she feels the sun shining at her from the position you chose

It’s warming her up like a comfortable blanket, and urges her to close her golden eyes

Surely it won’t hurt to close them a little, right?

Bela yet again fights a losing battle of attempting to stay awake

You go to talk about your day, but instead giggle when her hand slides off the bench and dangles in the air

She’s sleeping soundly on you, nose occasionally twitching when the sun and find tickle it

You don’t dare move. You don’t want to wake her at all

When Bela wakes hours later, she feels groggy, yet shocked. How long had she been sleeping for?!

You’re just glad the blonde made up for the hours of sleep she was so clearly missing, even if your legs went numb a couple of times

In the future, Bela allows scheduled breaks for working, in which she eats, has a few sips of the wine keeping her strong and healthy, and- spends time with you

At first you’re surprised at how she insists to lay on your lap

It quickly becomes a tradition though, as well as a very popular napping spot for her

Bela loves to rest on your lap, and purrs quietly when you begin tangling your fingers in her blonde hair

It has such a beautiful effect on her and never fails to make her fall asleep

After her (usually) 30-60 minute naps, she basks in your warmth a little longer

When her sisters get curious of this and ask to try, Bela chases them off with her sickle

Cassandra

Cassandra has had a LONG week

Interrogating and torturing the men-things that broke into the castle, finding their hideout in the village and making an example of them

She barely got to sleep, even after she at last, after days, finished this task

She was completely on edge for an attack, despite knowing no one was left. This made sleeping…difficult

You, of course, notice this

When you pull her with you to the art room, she doesn’t protest

Her head turns often, as if analysing and looking for threats, but unsurprisingly she finds none

This continues on until she is gently eased to her knees, on the floor where a blanket and pillows are waiting

She raises an eyebrow, though with her heavy eyes, it looks more silly than serious

A light blush covers her cheeks when you kiss the top of her head and giggle at this

When you gently guide her to sit and lean onto your lap, she complies. She doesn’t mind watching you paint

She finds it relaxing

Besides this, being with you allows her to protect you against an attack that you know won’t come

When you pick up the paint brush with one hand and scratch her scalp with the other, her eyes droop and fall shut

Immediately, she opens them again. She attempts to open them wide, but is unable to, sleep gripping her tightly

Instead, she makes a displeased noise that sounds like a mix of a whine and growl at the back of her throat

She doesn’t need or want to sleep. She just wants to watch you

Yet, within moments, her eyes fall shut again

She can’t help it, really

It’s an unfair fight, with how you scratch her scalp and play with her hair, even reach down to gently massage her head and neck

She’s asleep before both of you know it, filling the gallery with quiet snores and purrs

When she wakens a little time later, she feels more at ease

You giggle when she buries her face in your stomach, her cheek smudged against your thigh

She’s so comfy, she doesn’t want to move at all, and you don’t at all demand her to

Instead you stroke her hair a little longer, and even lean down to press a few kisses to it

Judged by the snores muffled by your shirt, she falls asleep at least two more times for a short amount of time

After this, Cassandra often seeks you out during the day for exactly this

It’s adorable how once she finds you, she pulls you into a sitting position or lays you down and all but plops her head on your thighs

She calls it her daily naptime, although you know it means more to her than that

Funnily enough, no matter what amount of time she sleeps, 10 minutes or 30, 40 or 60, she always has an adorably confused and groggy expression and typical bed hair

Daniela

Daniela doesn’t notice how tired she is, too engrossed in her new favourite book

You brought it to her, and she’s very adamant on reading it

Little did she consider, it’s a 1000 page book. She will not be able to read this in one go

Nonetheless, she tries

To her credit, our little redhead makes sure to still cuddle and eat with you, often pulling you against her and reading out loud, or having you take over and read to her while she eats messily

She doesn’t notice her eyes get droopy, or how she has been in the library all day and night already, too engrossed in the book

When you find her in the morning, you tsk. Your favourite teddy bear wasn’t in bed with you

Still in pyjamas, you sit down next to her. She looks up from her book for a moment and shoots you a wide grin, her finger resting at the next sentence to remind her where to continue

“Hello my love!”, she greets. In her exhaustion she doesn’t notice you’re wearing pyjamas, nor did she notice that it’s morning of the next day already

The light in the library was never turned off with her inside and she was too engrossed to see the dark sky out the windows

When she pecks your cheek and turns back to her book, you look around for something that can be used as a book mark. You’ve decided your girlfriend is in desperate need of sleep

Daniela doesn’t notice this until the book is gently pulled from her hands a few moments later

She growls instinctively, then merely whines at you and shoots you her perfectly trained puppy eyes

You force yourself not to give in to them, it only because of the exhaustion you see in them, and how Daniela fights to keep them open

“Come here, sweetheart”, you coo instead, gently guiding her to lay down and rest her head on your thighs

She keeps her eyes trained on the book, though cuddles closer to your thighs

They’re just so warm, so soft. She pokes and rubs her cheek against them

A grin settles on her lips when you begin reading to her instead, continuing where she left off

Still, you already place the bookmark inside.

You know Daniela won’t be up for long, otherwise you would have to deal with a little ball of energy unable to stay still, rather than the tired and nearly limp woman on your lap

Daniela purrs quietly upon hearing your voice

When you start to play with her hair and scratch her scalp, it’s over for her

True to your thoughts, you hear snores before you even finish your page

She is a relatively heavy sleeper, and so you gently shift her to lay more comfortably

After this, Daniela often asks for you in the library. She even had maidens set up a corner with pillows and blankets

She’ll take breaks from books and settle on your thigh, requesting that you read to her

Often enough she falls asleep within a few pages

Aside from this, you notice Daniela can be brought to sleep even when hyper with a few scratches of her scalp and your fingertips trailing along her backside

She always makes sure to reward you with much praise and cuddles for taking such good care of her

#cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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Warning: Y/n is a bit dumb so she doesn't really get scared about her stalker.

[14:49]

It's gone again.

Her lip balm. A cherry flavor to be exact.

Last time she bought it, she got to wear it for two weeks only before she lost it.

She can't let this happen anymore. She will report it to the police.

"Good morning, this is Seoul police station. May I help you?"

"Hi, yes um...someone has breaking into my house lately."

"How do you know about that?"

"Because I lost my things many times!"

"Okay miss, calm down. Can you tell us what item in your house that go missing?"

"My lip balm! My cherry flavored lip balm. It's the third time I lost it."

Y/n can heard a tired sigh from the other line. She imagined that the police was massaged his head.

"Are you...sure you just don't misplace it? That thing is small so probably you left it anywhere around the house."

"No, officer. I'm sure someone stole it. Everytime I buy the new one, it will suddenly gone after few weeks later."

Y/n furrowing her eyebrows showing how determine she is about what happened. The police officer on the other hand once again sighed and massaging his temple. He didn't expected his morning will be difficult.

"Okay, miss. If there is a very valuable thing than your lipbalm go missing, then you can call us again, alright?"

She didn't get a time to reply before the line ended. The girl huffed feeling not satisfied with what just happened.

"It's valuable too. I bought it with my money not leaves."

She ate her cereal while thinking on how to catch the culprit. She's done letting them go for stealing it once but now it's already third time. Y/n put her spoon when she suddenly got an idea.

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"I will catch you and bring you to the police."

Y/n hummed to herself while being inside her bathroom. The bathroom located in front of her bedroom so she can easily attacked the culprit when they come.

She nearly fell asleep after hours of waiting until she heard a noise from her front door. She hold her pan tightly. When she heard her bedroom door got opened, she waited a while and opened the doorknob slowly to not make a voice. She saw a guy was searching for something. It must be her lipbalm. Without waiting more, she jumped at him and made both of them fell to the floor.

"So, you were the one who steal my lipbalm. How dare you?! I bought it with my money!! Give it back!!"

Y/n said as she hit his chest few times. She can't see his face clearly because of the mask he wore. When the guy tried to pull her off she pulled the mask off him first.

"You....EHHH. The- the cat guy...Yang Jungwon, right?"

The said guy nodded his head lightly. Y/n quickly get off him and tried to control herself from doing anything embarassing. She didn't expected the culprit will be her crush. God, why suddenly she felt warm on her face.

"So, you um- you took my lipbalm."

"Yeah, I'm sorry."

"Well, um you should not do that. And why you even did that anyway? Do you know how much is it? You made me broke!"

Jungwon giggled when Y/n pouted. She is so cute that he wanted to pinch her cheeks. He took out few of new lipbalms he bought before he came here.

"I'm sorry for what I did. Here, I bought these for you."

"You didn't...have to do that."

"Like you said, you are broke because of this. I don't want to make a girl that I like being broke because I took her lipbalm."

Y/n nodded her head before finally got what Jungwon meant. Her doe eyes staring at him with shocked expression.

"You...like me too?"

"Too? Do you like me?"

"Umm."

Y/n squealed when she got pulled to a hug. She can heard how fast is Jungwon's heartbeat.

It didn't bother her the fact that Jungwon is her stalker. Instead, she felt safe being around him.

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Sometimes, we have that friend who is too oblivious right? We really need to take care of them so they don't fall into a trap easily.

I hope you guys are doing great☺️☺️Thank you for reading this.

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onlyseokmins · 2 years

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strawberry & cream • k.m.g.

Pairing: kim mingyu x fem!reader

Genres: smut (minors dni!), "established" undefined relationship (?)

Warnings: alcohol, swearing, delayed orgasm (m), subby!gyu technically yeah uh huh, he's pussy whipped okay, lots of baby/good boy, lowkey i'm crying, consensual video recording/nude pictures taken, cumming inside wheee, mild aftercare!! lmk if i missed anything :)

WC: ~3k

A/N: I finally posted smth!! Was thinking of one of the dialogues in class last week lmfao and this is what happened. I'm procrastinating on everything else bc i'm unhappy w/ how they've been turning out but this one isn't too bad... turned out longer than i thought and i even made a quick banner ehehe 🤞🏻 enjoy ~

"You look like you've never felt the touch of a real man."

It's a comment that would have pissed you off if a stranger dared to say it to you. But you know who this tall drink of water is so you agreeably play along. First, taking a sip from the golden liquor swirling in your glass before smirking.

"How observant of you to pick up the fact that I prefer the company of women. They're lovely, kind, beautiful… " Your pointer finger extends to tap against tan skin exposed by the black dress shirt's two unfastened buttons. You lean in close to the tall man as your nail lightly draws circles causing him to groan. "And so soft and supple."

You pull away the minute Mingyu's eyelashes flutter shut when he breathes in the scent of the familiar perfume you're wearing.

"Unlike you."

Chocolate brown eyes snap back open at your comment but you've already disappeared from his sight. Easily navigating through the crowded dance floor, the gyrating bodies grooving to the catchy techno beat naturally part for you to make your way through.

A large hand wraps around your wrist right before you arrive at the open center. You're swift to hide your knowing smile before he spins you around to face him, sweat glistening on his brow. It doesn't surprise you that Mingyu finds it difficult to move as lithely as you. Although tonight, it just might be the fastest time record he's found you.

"You were quick."

It's a chase and it's a game. Not the way one might think. Even with such a tall figure staring into your eyes, it's you who holds the upper hand. Like a cat tricks a mouse into thinking its escape and safety are secured, you let Mingyu play his cards like he has the winning royal flush.

Unlike a rodent, though, he very well knows to not have a false sense of security. He's well aware of who has the control. You.

But that doesn't mean he'll give in easily.

"Didn't let anyone catch me."

"Atta boy."

He preens under your praise. Mingyu's approachable. Despite his devilishly handsome features, one goofy smile is enough to put anyone at ease. Convince them to talk him up, thinking they might score a chance. But ever since this little "thing" between the two of you started, when that sly glint in your eyes lured him right where you wanted, he's gotten more efficient at blowing people off.

Just to be the lucky one to have you.

You wish you could be annoyed or tired of him. Content to flirt with one of the many other pretty women and men vying to get your attention. But once again, it seems like you'll be going home with your little brother's best friend.

Warm hands roam your body. Eager to nudge his thigh between yours, you can feel the pleased grumble in his chest under your palms. He likes your outfit. Fingers tease at the large open slits around your waist, hooking underneath the silver double chain that decoratively runs across your hip bones. He tugs up questioningly and raises his eyebrows at the saucy wink you send him.

"Lace and beads," you challenge, "or nothing on at all?"

Mingyu wrinkles his forehead in thought, biting his lip at the faint detection of something hard amidst the heat of your cunt pressing into his thigh. "Fuck, you're dirty."

"What's your guess?"

"What do I get if I'm right?"

"Shouldn't you be asking what's the punishment going to be if you're wrong?"

"I'm sure I'll like it either way."

The disco lights blur when he spins you again, the narrow tip of your heels almost make you lose your balance if he didn't have such a steadfast hold on you. Like he'd let you go on his own accord. If possible, he presses the back of your body even tighter against his firm body so you can feel how much he wants you. Not that it's hard to miss, tight pants almost unable to contain such thick thighs, well-shaped ass, and specifically his dick bulge — especially when it's straining against its leather confines.

"Naughty boy."

"Says the one that always looks so fuckable every time we meet," his tongue plays with the tiny hoop on the upper part of your ear. "So goddamn sexy."

"Bet if I told you to, you'd take out your dick for me right now. Slip it right inside of me in front of all these people."

The change in music drowns out his reply but you can easily tell what it is by the desperate roll of his hips. Like a puppy in heat, he grinds pathetically against the thin blue material covering your body searching for some semblance of relief.

You snake an arm behind his neck to grab at the fluffy locks he's growing out because he knows you like to pull at it. Mingyu readily brings his lips to your neck to lather you in hot, open-mouthed kisses. Throwing your head back against his shoulder and swaying to the beat, he continues to casually explore. Wandering hands move upwards, appreciating the access to your midriff above the high waistband.

Brushing underneath the swell of your chest, you hear his frustrated moan at the crisscrossed laces just barely stretching enough fabric to cover your breasts. His brain goes fuzzy with the thought of one light tug freeing those gorgeous tits. The only thing holding him back from doing exactly that is the not-so-subtle gaze of the pretty woman that's been keeping her eye on the two of you moving around the dance floor.

Who she wants is uncertain. Maybe both? The two of you are trying to blend in, acting as if you're not about to tear each other's clothes off right now. A fleeting glance and you probably look like the average dancers surrounding you but a steady, piercing gaze is enough to figure out the undeniable sexual tension between the two of you.

"And you say you're not naughty, Mr. Kim."

He knows you can read him like an open book. "Only for you, god… you know the things you do to me. You alone. But fuck, is this a one-piece?"

"Yeah, you like it?"

"'Course I do, how could I not? But how am I supposed to take it off? I like you better naked, after all."

"Who says you'll be the one taking it off?" Your aloof tone makes him whine and you chuckle. "Luckily, I know a very efficient way to undress."

"Gonna give me a hint?"

Mingyu knows you've started to pay zero attention to any flirtatious gazes when you're in his arms. Which is why he refuses to let go. But of course, you have other plans. You pry one of his hands away from your waist, interlocking your fingers together. Once his grip loosens enough, you step away from his warmth and firm body. Keeping your hand in his, you turn to face him and tilt your head.

"Your answer?"

Brown eyes sparkle mischievously as he weighs his options on how to answer the initial question asked. Your patience will grow thin if you have to wait any longer so he makes up his mind with a toothy grin.

"Bet you have nothing covering that pretty pussy of yours."

Mingyu lets himself be willingly yanked forward by the hand you're still holding. His lips collide with yours and he's quick to brush his tongue across your lips, asking for entry. You hum in contemplation once you feel his hands wander down to squeeze at your ass and press your pubic bone roughly against his bulge. Your mouth opens slightly, enough so your tongue can poke out and tangle with his. It's a battle he's suddenly determined not to lose as he fights and wrestles against your dominance in his overeagerness.

You press a hand against his pectoral to try and steady him so he doesn't knock you over and feel his heart beating at a rapid pace. Pulling away, you shake your head at the way he chases after your lips.

"You're awfully bold for someone who knows their answer is wrong."

"I love kissing you," Mingyu admits more to himself than you yet you catch it anyway. It had taken months for even a peck on the cheek to be allowed. Of course, he'd be delighted with whatever few opportunities he's granted to lavish you in and with a kiss or more.

"Savor it now, baby boy 'cause you won't get another chance tonight."

He's elated, smiling at you and puffing out his chest. Eyes darkening with a carnal desire at the strawberry and cream flavor he can taste with a swipe of his tongue over his own lips. Grateful that you said "for tonight", not forever. A thumb daringly smears the complementary lip tint even further from where it's smudged and escapes the desirable shape of your mouth.

"Oh, I look forward to whatever you have planned."

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Mingyu lowkey regrets those words an hour later when his cock is still achingly hard — oozing precum that's dripping down the entire angry red length and coating his abs. He wishes he could let his mind wander to ward off the orgasm that's been denied its release but that's impossible with you in his vicinity.

Naked. On top of him. Fuck.

You'd shown him how effortlessly you could take off a difficult clothing set. To know one's surprise, you were the one who taught him how to effectively unclasp a bra with one flick. Obviously, anyone would easily shed their clothes to have a chance with Kim Mingyu, so you figured it wasn't that big of a deal.

But guiding a man on how best to pleasure their partner was no small feat. Although the man only cared to focus on what pleased you.

Of course, it was torturing him. Duh.

Even now, the thought of you simply undressing has his jaw tensing. No one should look that good getting naked. But it's you. Doing it for him.

"Shit!" he rasps out through clenched teeth.

"Aw, what's wrong, Gyu? Wanna cum already?"

"N-no."

"That's right, I didn't give you permission yet. Good boy."

He's panting, trying to keep his senses together but they're so dizzyingly saturated with everything that's you.

The flashbacks.

When you'd loosened the laces and let your tits bounce out from their binds, putting on a little show for him per his request. Squeezing them together and releasing before bending over to show off the round curve of your ass and the pretty little thong you had on. Lace, chains, and beads in all the right places he'd felt earlier, you knew you could wear fancier lingerie without him ripping it because Mingyu wasn't allowed to touch.

The present.

His hands are gripping the sheets so tightly they might rip but both of you could care less about a hotel's bedding. Veins lining his arms pop out in irritation as he struggles to rein in how much he wants to touch you, knowing you let him get his fill out on the dancefloor and you'll more than likely let him cum faster if he's well-behaved.

The visuals.

You're gliding back and forth on top of his dick, not sheathing it fully inside you. Alternating between jerking him off with your hand instead while you sit on his thighs so he can feel your slick arousal all over them. He's doing so good for you and you're pleased. You'd already cummed once, making sure to slip just the tip in so he loses his mind over how tight you clench around him for kicks and giggles.

He was not beneath begging for you, knowing you thrived off of it. It would be a lie to say it didn't stroke your ego to have such a big, broad, beautiful man fall apart and break into pieces for you. He might've even cried, definitely feeling his eyes water in desperation now. You love it.

So much that you dismount, turning your back as you reach for your phone on the nightstand. Mingyu moans without shame but this one's out of despair. He'd rather be denied any release from the immense pleasure you've subjugated him to than ignored.

"Hush, baby boy, I just want to capture how pretty you look for me. That's okay, right?"

"Will you let me cum? I wanna cum so bad. Pretty please?" Hips jutting up at the chill in the air making his dick uber sensitive as it flops pathetically against his stomach. "Please, please, please!"

His "pleases" trail off into a mumbled mess of plaintive begs, big brown eyes pleading. You purse your lips in sympathy when he sniffles, shifting so you can run your hand through his bangs and then cup his flushed cheek.

"Shh, I'll let you cum baby, I will. But you know I need you to answer me." Taking pictures was already established between the two of you — both having your fair share of candid polaroids and videos stored away. But it was still a vulnerable decision and you wanted his clear consent. "Want to hear it from this mouth of yours."

Your thumb traces Mingyu's plump upper lip the same way he did to you earlier. Although you don't hesitate to slip it inside. He readily sucks on your finger and closes his eyes, using it as an anchor to stabilize his breathing and try to clear the haze clouding his senses.

"Y-yeah… Go ahead."

"Good boy, see that wasn't so hard." You snap a few pictures, eating up how good his dewy skin looks under the lighting. You're kind enough to not leave him wanting for too long, finally returning to wrapping your hand around his leaking cock. "Unlike this bad boy."

"'M sorry."

"Don't apologize, you're a vision to behold, Mingyu," you scold seriously. "And never forget that."

"Oh… kay."

"You deserve to cum don't you, baby? Sorry for making you wait so long." You both know you're full of shit. You're not sorry. "Well-behaved boys deserve their rewards, I'll even film a good shot of when you cum — you decide where so you can save it for when you're lonely."

"Th-thank you," Mingyu wheezes out when you begin easing his cock between your pussy lips. Achingly you start to sink down, light spasms causing your hole to ripple delightfully around the full stretch of his girth.

"As long you don't cum until I say so or you'll end up licking it off the bed."

He's so tense you're starting to fear he could tear the mattress. Consolingly, you bring his large hands up to your breasts, encouraging him to squeeze and tug at them as he pleases. Like his favorite set of stress balls, he focuses on kneading them in a way that has you arching your back and causing you to fully sheathe him inside faster.

Sometimes Mingyu can win in the smallest of ways.

You let out paired sighs of relief when the bottom of your ass meets his thighs. "Where do you wanna cum, baby?"

"Inside, god please, inside!"

He babbles helplessly at the sensual way you swivel your hips but you know he can't hold on much longer and want to ensure your puppy man gets his much-needed relief. "Your wish is my command."

The guttural noise he lets out is followed by an incoherent gibberish of him thanking you as he starts to paint your inner walls white with his release. It's a long one that lasts spurt after spurt with an enormous amount of tension unloading from his entire body. You ride him through it, the pleasant way he's twitching inside you setting off your own climax and milking all that he's worth.

You're quicker to recover, obviously. Tilting your phone camera at the perfect angle, you press the red recording button and slowly move your hips up. He grumbles at the loss of your warmth but you coo at him, fingers tapping soothingly where you've braced your hand against his abs for some support.

"Look how good you filled me up, Gyu." You're speaking more to the future Mingyu that will definitely be watching this but the Mingyu now is still listening. "Such a good boy."

He whines at the view he can see, the way globs of his release ooze out of your cunt at every clench you make for show. It's dirty and sinful which is your strongest suit. You save the video and send it to him once you're satisfied, noticing the way his eyelids are starting to droop.

Shaky legs carry you to the bathroom. You return with a washcloth, making sure to be very gentle wiping him down. He shifts onto his side when you've finished and extends his arm over the spot beside him, a silent invitation for you to crawl under the covers you pulled up over his broad shoulders.

And of course, you do. Well aware of how much he likes to cuddle and cling. Mingyu's a needy man all over and a large part of you feels guilty at being unable to give him what he deserves the most.

But he keeps this game going, continually showing up at every bar or club you inform your brother you're stopping by. You're not sure if you hate it or like it. You've left many openings for him to slip away and yet the man doesn't — only insisting on getting even closer.

Not even the cold, empty side of where you laid next to him as he fell asleep is enough to discourage him. You see, you're not wrong but Mingyu's not simply needy. He's stubborn too.

A dreamy grin graces his face at the sight of your trademark pink post-it note left on the nightstand for him. It never says much of any substance but it's not like he bothers reading it. He presses a kiss against the lip stain you always leave on it, breathing in the tantalizing strawberry and cream scent he knows so well that emanates from it. Then he slips it alongside the many others in his wallet. Right next to his favorite nude picture of you and the expired, unused condom from the first night he tumbled into bed with you.

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Okay but Eddie with a mommy kink. And I don’t mean like hardcore fucking, I’m gonna cum on you mommy, type mommy kink. I mean Eddie just needing you to be in control so completely. Needing to lie his head against your soft chest, maybe take a tit into his mouth and suck. Needing you to gently talk him through things, as you relax him and make him feel so good. Needing to be your good boy for you, please tell him he’s your good boy mommy, he’ll do anything

ohhhhh my 🥺🥺🥺 my weakness.....

(cw: mommy kink)

Eddie gets back to you and it feels like coming home. kicking his bedroom door shut and stripping his jacket and shirt and pants off and tossing them on the floor, despite the adorable scrunch of your nose in annoyance because of how many times you've told him to throw them in the hamper. but he makes amends by kicking them in that general direction, and snuggles up beside you in his bed that smells of your shampoo and warmth. following a smattering of kisses up your neck and across your collarbone, Eddie doesn't dare to peel his boxers off despite being quite sweaty and hot from the day--not until you encourage him into doing so, your soft hands aiding the process as he sits up on his knees and breathes silently. he anticipates the moment you tug them gently down his thighs, and comment like you always do: "missed me, big boy?" cause he certainly did.

you don't even mind the musk of his body from the heat and the sweat, or how messed up his hair is from the day's events, or the fact that he's so tired he's fighting back the urge to just pass out in your arms. you let him sink against you, fall back against the bed and pull your shirt up to cushion his face in your chest, and just start stroking his hair while undoing the tangles with a careful hand.

"oh, you're exhausted, aren't you baby?"

he hums in reply, mouthing lovingly at the tender flesh of your breasts as if on autopilot. he's got to have something in his mouth, and your tits are by far his favourite thing to do so with. Eddie's days are long and difficult more often than not, but your boobs are warm and soft and comforting beyond belief.

"that's my good boy. you wanna nap with mommy?" Eddie raises his head, pulling himself off your chest at the very last second so he can savour it all, and shakes his head at you.

"wanna make you feel good, mommy. show me?" your lips split apart to show a smile, and it's the most beautiful thing he's seen all day. he loves making you happy, even when you're the one taking care of him. you nod, and lean in for a kiss on his spit-coated mouth--and when you reach below him to grip his cock, already flushed and leaking with need, Eddie keens and whines into your mouth with a jerk of his hips. and you both know it's gonna be one hell of a good night.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie's angelface #spicy writing #st 4 #stranger things #ellie writes #anons

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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could you do jon snow and robb stark w a sister reader? not like separate headcanons, like just the reader being ride or die besties with them their entire childhood. she's robb's younger twin sister? thank you!

I did my best ~ I love stuff like this, also it reminded me of one of my first pieces I posted 3 years ago ... man. A lot of stuff from there can also apply to this, but I try to not repeat myself.

The birth of the twins was a grand event in Winterfell, a huge spot of hope amongst the gloom of war. On his way home, Ned already had a heavy burden and grief to carry - and when he arrived to see not just one child, but two, he felt dizzy with worry, relief and happiness.

Naturally, the twins are positively doted on by by everyone in Winterfell, not just their parents. I like to think that while Robb inherited his mother's looks, his sister would be closer to a Stark. Ned would never give her the name of his beloved sister - the wound was too fresh - but perhaps his mother, or Catlyn's.

Beyond that, you can't remember a time that Robb was not at your side and Jon wasn't right by his. Jon was always just there, just as your twin was. You didn't understand why he was disliked, why he was your father's but not your mother's. It was something no one wanted to explain to you, yet they expected you to follow unspoken rules regarding how to treat him. Your lady mother, who was nothing but adoring of you, would become more closed-off and cold when you played with him.

The three of you are a trio around Winterfell, well-known and well-liked. Your personality determines the dynamic of this group; if you're more outgoing and tomboyish, it's usually you and Robb always competing. Jon is the quieter, mediating personality, often having to be the "go between" when you and Robb fight. Not that you and your twin stay angry for long; you've never gone more than a day before apologizing. If you're the more introverted and quiet type, it's you and Jon following Robb's lead, him playing the "lord" while you and Jon pretend to be loyal knights. Having a more sociable and clever personality would make up for the boy's collective awkwardness and lack of intrigue, and they'd often look to you in new social situations, especially as the three of you grew older. Being more shy or nervous leads to both boys being incredibly protective of you, willing to throw down with anyone attempting to mock you.

(While no one would dare mock Robb, the future Lord Stark, Jon and even you are not so lucky. It doesn't take long before you all realize the insult that "bastard" carries, and by being a girl, you are also lesser. More than once the boys have had to drag you off some kid who was throwing insults.)

No matter what, the three of you have a tight bond that leads you to protecting each other. Between you and Jon, there was always this unspoken rule of protecting Robb above yourselves - maybe not just because he was meant to be Lord, but some odd, nagging feeling that he may need it some day.

The older you become, you're expected to be a lady who doesn't run around with boys in the mud or the forest. If you're the sort who wants to ride horses and go hunting with the others and play swords with Jon and Robb, well ... it's very difficult for Ned to deny you anything, though your mother has plenty of scoldings, worrying about what sort of lady you'll turn out to be.

This is especially true when Theon arrives, as Catlyn would not want an Ironborn captive associating so closely with her eldest daughter. Robb lets him into the circle first, so you and Jon follow suit. Theon doesn't always hang around the three of you - he doesn't begin to think that he'll ever be part of that bond, and on the days he misses his family most, it stings. Still, it's hard to keep his usual biting remarks when Robb, you and Jon are willing to include him.

(He most certainly gets a crush on you and handles it in the most awkward, annoying way a teenage boy can. Jon notices it right away and Robb is clueless.)

Sansa and Arya are incredibly fond of you, and your mother certainly encouraged you to set a good example for your little sisters and take on some caretaking duties when they were much younger. They go to you for comfort, and drag you away from the boys so you might play with them instead. If you're more tomboyish, it's likely Arya is closer to you and she feels less alone about her "strangeness"; while if you're more ladylike, Sansa admires you as much as Catlyn and often follows you around like a duckling. Striking a balance between the two means you're the best to play peacekeeper when your sisters get into spats.

By the time you and Robb are nearly considered "grown" by Westerosi standards, you're the confidant of Robb and Jon, and they're the same for you. You three often discuss your futures, either with hope or trepidation. The fact you'd have to be apart from them, to go off and marry some lord like a proper lady ought to do - even if it may be the future king of Westeros - was a constant worry. Then there was your father's increasingly sorrowful looks when he looked to you, haunted by old memories you were never told in full ...

#me: im gonna write something cute and sweet!#also me: (remembers this is asoiaf and No Happiness Allowed)#libra headcanons #got headcanons #game of thrones headcanons #got x reader #game of thrones x reader

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nikkisheep · 1 year

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Wanna Be Yours

Bucky Barnes x female reader

Warnings: ANGST, arguing, light swearing, situationship (kinda), mentions of the Winter Soldier, Bucky still has the words in his mind, this might suck (first time writing marvel)

Summary: Bucky has feelings for you but the thing is, you have them too. However, you can't handle it if he becomes the Winter Soldier again. But what happens when things come out after spending a week alone together in the compound.

Day 1

It was just you and Bucky in the compound since the rest were hidding from a threat. You and Buck were the only ones who were able to stay at the compound because the two of you ended up getting locked in the basement which you weren't allowed out until Tony told Friday to open the door for the two of you out. Tony called you to inform you to keep it down and it was safer if the two of you were to stay hidden in the lab, just don't touch anything.

You did not quite understand why the team didn't want the two of you to join them but you didn't question Tony and Steve's order. You were making food when Bucky strutted in the kitchen.

"I thought we weren't allowed out here," He chuckled.

"Well, Tony isn't going to know." You laugh before getting a pot from the cabinet.

Bucky walked up behind you, hugging your waist and dipping his head into the crook of your neck.

"Buck, I need to get the water."

"But let's just go hang out in the lab again," He offers.

"So you don't wanna eat my best dish of Mac n Cheese?"

"I do but I want to cuddle."

"I don't wanna cuddle. I'm hungry," You spin in his arms, coming face to face.

You look into his eyes, trying to keep your breathing under control. His warm breath fans across your face, you could smell his scent of the body wash he used after his shower. His metal hand rubbed circles on the small of your back.

"Buck-"

"FIne, I just wanted to cuddle." He pouts before pulling away. You immediately missed his warmth.

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Day 4

The two of you were laying together, watching a movie. It was a romantic movie and Bucky was making fun of you the entire time. He would laugh at every sigh, laugh, giggle, blush, and every time you cried over something they said. He felt like he was on top of the world with you in his arms.

He could smell the strawberry shampoo that you used this morning in your bath. He could feel how warm and soft your body was from under the blanket. He loved the way your body just fit right with his. He wanted to stay like this forever but when the timer went off for the cookies that you had made, you ran to the kitchen which left Bucky missing you immediately.

He sat there in the bed with a stupid love struck grin on his face.

"What's with the smile Bucko?" You laugh.

"I just like spending time with you."

"Right," you laugh, "You just want the first cookie."

"Do you think I am stupid? I already know that you ate one on the trip back here." He chuckled.

"How dare you accuse me of this?" You toss your hands into the air.

"Baby, I know you too well."

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Day 7

Training was difficult because you normally trained with Natasha since the two of you were both in the Red Room together. The two of you had similar fighting styles.

Bucky went to swing at you which you blocked very easily. But he ended up moving you closer and closer to the wall. You wrapped your legs around his waist before spinning to knock him down. Your chest was pressed against his. His hands were on your waist, yours at the sides of his head. You were straddling him, your breaths mixing together.

He looked at you with a passion and hunger at the same time. His pupils dilated to nearly pure black with the amount of lust. Your faces got closer but you pulled away from him. You got up and he looked at you with a confused expression.

"I need some space," You tell him, stepping away.

"Space? Have I done something wrong?"

"It's not you, it's me."

"Oh no you don't get to use that on me," He yelled.

"I literally can not do this right now," You say.

"Do what?"

"We are just friends Buck, I don't have to tell you everything."

"We both know what we are feeling right now is not what "just friends" feel," He says to your turned back.

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"I know that I have feelings for you. I want to be with you. I wanna be able to say that you are with me. I know you want it too," Bucky states, passionately.

"Yes, I want that too."

"Then what is the problem?"

"Hydra is still out there Buck. What happens if they get to you? I know you still haven't been able to get those words out of your mind. I don't wanna get into a relationship and then they get to you a-and they take you away from me," You cry.

"I promise you that I am not going to be that person again."

"And what if you do? What if they turn you back into the Winter Soldier? What if I lose you to those assholes?''

"I will come back to you no matter what."

"You can't promise that, Bucky. You can't promise me that you will come back. You just can't." You sob in his arms. You couldn't hold back the fear of losing him when you get him.

"Look at me," you look, "I don't know what will happen but I do know that I want to be with you. I wanna be yours and if you let me, I will fight to have you. I will prove every day that I will be coming back to you because you are my home," He confesses.

"But-"

He cuts you off with a kiss that you don't reject. You have been craving his touch for so long and you couldn't believe that you had been denying yourself for so long.

"Guys, seriously? In the training room?" Tony hollered.

"Friday, have someone wipe this room clean." Steve groaned.

You just looked at Bucky and giggled. You knew that whatever happened, you both could figure it out when it happens. You just had to deal with the present, not the future. You pulled Bucky for another kiss and then you ran to the room together so you could watch another movie.

"Not another chick flick," He begged.

"Oh shush, you love them."

"No, I love you." He said before the door shut.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky barnes x reader angst #bucky barnes x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel #bucky barnes #james barnes #winter soldier

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Chapter twelve of the Other-world Universe; Alexis returns after four years of time away. How much has changed? (tw various hints of abuse)(disaster is afoot)

[Who all this was for]

For the rest of the summer, I focused my attention on other important things, mainly getting into college. Next school year would be my senior year, and I’d already narrowed down my top picks. The summer dragged on, but I was more determined than ever to avoid the other-world. For once, I did not give in to temptation and visit it for anything. I kept myself busy with various small summer projects instead.

Of these, my favorite was a silly little shark plushie I tried to make myself. Its proportions were very squished and it bulged a bit at the front, but I thought it looked awfully cute. However, I began to lose interest even in the little projects. I was almost relieved when school started up again. High school easily distracted me more than any of my summer plans had. Though every once and a while I would catch myself wondering about the other-world — whether Erica was doing alright. I’d always disregard those thoughts once I began longing to return. They often disappeared as quickly as they emerged. Once I remembered how I’d left, there really was no reason to go back. Erica was probably fine. She finally had a life completely separate from me, and any harm I might cause.

School was.. well, school. Tough, but nothing I couldn’t do with enough practice. Before I knew it, volleyball season had returned and things started looking up. I actually enjoyed my new routine. It was certainly a lot less stressful dealing with only one world instead of two. By the end of the year I’d been accepted into one of the colleges I had looked at over summer break. Time flew after that. A bucket list formed of things I wanted to do before I left home, and I constantly strived to complete everything on it. I was anxious but content, and dare I say happy. Before I knew it, graduation day had arrived. Suddenly, I could barely recall the other-world anymore. After a large graduation party, and weeks of preparing and packing, I officially left home. Adult life was more difficult than it was made out to be, but I managed. I mean, technically I was still in school.

I tried to even out the stress of assignments and due dates with a steady relationship. There was this nagging ache I'd feel from time to time whenever I got bored or lonely that needed to be filled. However, none of the guys I'd ever dated felt quite right. Something was missing. I had no clue what it could be. Some of the relationships I’d been in had come pretty close to perfect, yet that small ache was never quite satisfied. So in the end, I never stuck around.

It was the week before Thanksgiving, three years after my high school graduation, when I got an unexpected call from my dad. He and Liam were cleaning out the house and trashing a bunch of unnecessary things. They’d even rented a dumpster and everything. Dad asked me if I could come over during my break and help them move the heavier things out. Of course, I agreed. I was happy to go back home, I had lots of good memories there, and thanks to the holiday, my grandparents were there too — the whole family.

Everyone celebrated the small family reunion upon my return. My first day home, I stayed up late talking with my brother and reminiscing. The next day, after sleeping in late for the first time that month, I got to work. All morning I was preoccupied with moving an old sitting room setup. The furniture was heavier than it looked. I was barely able to drag everything into the dumpster in the driveway before throwing in the towel and stopping for lunch.

My next task was removing a flimsy ping pong table from the storage room in the basement. As tired as I was, the ping pong table was made of old plastic, so it wouldn’t be very hard for me to lift. While I walked downstairs with my father, he gestured vaguely to the main room of the basement. “We’ll probably be dumping the playtable too. I got Liam to clean all the crap off of it so we can trash it.” He shook his head, “I don’t think that thing’s been touched in years.” Just then, my grandmother yelled down to Dad. She was having trouble with the automatic coffee machine, trying to figure out how to make tea with it. “I’ll be back when I can,” he sighed, “This might be a while.” He disappeared upstairs, leaving me in the basement alone.

The table, having been mentioned, suddenly appeared in the forefront of my mind. It was like visiting old ruins, forgotten by the world — a piece of my childhood I’d forced out of my mind, back from the dead. As if in a trance, I walked slowly over to its edge. It was completely empty. The city and everything else I remembered was gone. Of course it’s all missing; I’ve been away for years. Still, its blank surface was unnerving to me. It didn’t help that I could still feel the strange static sensation that had first drawn me to it. That feels like a lifetime ago.

I glanced at the stairs, then back to the table uncertainly. The age-old question returned from the depths of my mind. Should I go back? It’s been so long, but I probably shouldn’t risk it, right? I hesitated for only a moment. A strangely familiar feeling overcame me, and I was in the other-world again. It was uncanny how little things had changed there. The valley I always appeared in still seemed completely untouched. Well, it’s only been four years. What did I expect? Honestly, I expected it not to work. I had doubts that I’d actually been to this place, but this world is very clearly still here, as real as it ever was.

My nostalgia trip which started at home continued into the other-world. I meandered through the old mountain range and followed its edge down to the subdivisions and the city. So much had happened since I was last there. I was only eighteen when I left. I'm twenty-two now, closer to twenty-three. Yet, the familiarity of the other-world brought me right back to older days. Memories I'd long since suppressed came back to me in a sudden rush.

Purposefully, I’d tried my hardest to forget what happened on my last day, but once I passed by the hidden lake, the weight of what I'd recognized was too much for me to dismiss. I hurt so many people here. Why do I want to come back again? Now I remembered why I left. I'm too dangerous for this world; I don't belong here. I'll just check to see if the city still looks like how I remember it, then I'll leave. I'll ask Dad to throw away the table today so this world can't tempt me anymore.

Sure of my decision, I walked on without a single glance back. However, when I neared the beginning of civilization, I stopped dead in my tracks. I gagged on the heavy scent of gasoline in the air as I gazed out over the little houses. The whole neighborhood was shredded, like the aftermath of a tornado or hurricane. Many of the houses were completely destroyed, and upon closer observation, even the ones left completely unscathed had long been abandoned. Many of the peoples’ possessions were still left in their houses. They hadn’t even had time to bring everything with them.

Looking out at the horizon, I saw even from a distance that a similar devastation had taken place in the city too. One of the signature pronged buildings had collapsed, damaging the skyline. What happened here!? “Oh no,” I gasped aloud, “Did this happen because the table was cleaned off?” It can’t be, I realized, or everything would be completely gone. The table and this world are not the same. Some of these houses aren’t even damaged; that isn’t the reason. I was utterly baffled. The amount of mass destruction was terrifying to see.

So if this wreckage wasn’t caused by the table, then what happened? I looked around, distraught. “Hello?” I called, “ Is anyone here?” I had turned back from invisibility; there was really no need for secrecy anymore. In all honesty, I would rather catch someone shrieking in fear of me than finding no one at all. “Hello?” I called again. Still there was no response. Stepping through the wreckage, I slowly made it to the city, stopping every few feet to call out again. Each time I was met with silence. As far as I could tell, there wasn’t a single person left. A single living person, that is. An unnerving amount of damaged and shredded corpses were scattered about the ground almost everywhere, sending chills down my arms.

The silent tension grew as I walked the abandoned streets. I used to have to be intangible just to be nearby. Now I can walk right through. I meandered up and down rows of empty buildings and roads, an unnerving static humm in the air. There wasn't a single soul in sight. Where did everyone go? I don't understand, how could everyone just disappear? There has to be someone left! In my rapidly upsetting state, I returned to invisibility. I wasn’t quite sure why, other than some vague gut feeling.

After walking through the abandoned city streets for some time, I began to feel a strange connection. As if I subconsciously knew I needed to be there somewhere. I invisibly stalked the ruined streets until I came to the place I was drawn to. I'd never been in that part of the city before. It was always too crowded for me to ever get close, but with everyone gone it became an eerie and desolate wasteland.

Shouts echoed through empty halls and a door suddenly swung open behind me. People! I turned in excitement. A rough looking gang burst through the open doorway, and I was instantly disappointed. There were about five or six men filing roughly down the stairs; each one carrying an impressive array of weapons with them. They had everything from simple crowbars and home-made weapons to rifles and pistols. One even hauled a machine gun on his back. Why was I taken here? Who are these people? Where's everyone else?

One final man marched out of the building. I recognized him instantly. John, Erica's awful ex-lover whom I'd thankfully never officially met. He was holding some kind of metal dog chain, the other end of which was still inside the building. I was instantly repelled by the sight of him. I hate this man. Out of all the people I could have found, why him? Why did HE survive whatever apocalypse happened while I was gone?

I watched him saunter down the stairs, and as the men flanked him on either side, I realized he was the leader of this post-apocalyptic gang. John yanked on the chain he'd been dragging, and I readily expected some scary breed of dog to come rushing out. However, that was not the case. I watched in sheer horror as an even more familiar face was yanked into the open, gagged and bound.

Erica was practically thrown down the stairway outside, landing in a heap in front of the other gang members, all of whom began to laugh cruelly. What in the actual fucking hell!? Every so often I would get nightmares of Erica or the destruction I’d caused. She would always be yelling at me, my own size, hunting me down to hurt me for what I’d done to her — face blurry with the years of forgetting. Sometimes I would be trapped in a dark room, other times I’d be running through the forest by the lake. If I hadn’t woken in fright by then, I would eventually come across the crushed corpses, and then I’d wake up. It was so horribly surreal to find her in such an awful situation when she’d been my tormentor for so long.

The chain and Erica were roughly tied to a streetlamp just outside the door. That pole in particular was caked in dried blood. "So much for your escape plans, little girl," John remarked coldly, prompting more laughter from the other men. "Did you really think you could get away from me that easily?" He was leaning in close to Erica's face, forcing her to look at him with an iron grip on her throat. Suddenly, she lashed out and kicked him square in the groin. John fell backwards in pain and called out to the others. "Fuck! Give her hell!" Every man raised their weapon. Those who had short range weapons surrounded her, and those with guns took aim.

"NO!" In a split second, I leapt forward, reaching out in front of Erica to defend her. Though she’d been torturing me in dreams for years, I knew that it was only in my head. I couldn’t stand by and watch her get hurt. I rushed blindly into the side of the building, sending everything crashing down around me. Thankfully, Erica was spared the brute of the avalanche I'd created, having been shielded from its force by my hands. Some of the men were not as lucky. A good half of them had been buried under the rubble, including John. From the corner of my eye I watched his shocked expression as clouds of dust billowed around him. The last I’d seen of him was that very face being torn apart by debris before a wall of cinder brick collapsed on top of him.

To the remaining men, I appeared as if from the air — a towering shadow of an angry behemoth, obscured by the cloud of rising dust off the crushed rubble. They all looked up at me in fear, and for once I was delighted by it. "YOU'RE ALL DEAD!" I screamed, reaching for them. A few tried to fight back, but most of them just ran. Someone even shot at me, but the bullets barely stung more than a bug bite would.

I killed them all easily. Too easily. Each thug was crushed unrecognizably between muscle and rubble. In sheer anger, I picked up a couple men and hurled them at the side of a building. Another, the final escapee, I tore apart in fury; like you would tear apart a bad drawing or unwelcome notice.

After the last man had been finished off, I screamed aggressively out into the barren streets. The thugs' punishment had been too quick, I had nothing left to inflict my wrath upon now besides warped corpses. All my anger over Erica’s captors, as well as my actions in this world and their awful consequences, spilled out into a blind rage.

Instead of searching for more bodies, I took out my anger on another building. It toppled to the ground in a groaning broken sound that only further fueled my wild adrenaline-filled rampage. I kicked and clawed, beating it down mercilessly until I was bloody and bruised. My chest heaved with heavy breaths as I finally began to feel the pain lashing out. Legs going numb, I fell to my knees in the center of the destruction. My anger subsided just as quickly as it emerged.

Easing out of my fog, I remembered who it was for. I turned, unsure. Erica was still chained to the streetlamp, fighting desperately against her bindings. I rushed to her side and she went completely still, eyes going wide. Reaching out, I carefully took the chains between my thumb and index finger, crushing them until they snapped. The metal fell onto the concrete with a dull thud. Instantly, Erica struggled to undo the rest of her bindings. As she freed herself, I surveyed the damage I'd done, recognizing that I'd proven yet again how destructive and horrible I could be.

I heard more chains fall to the ground, and I carefully lay myself down to look Erica in the eyes. It had been so long, and she looked awful. Bloody, bruised; as messed up as I was, she looked inherently worse. The moment she was free, I began an apology. This was by far my worst episode yet. At least the other times I’d hurt people I'd done so by accident. Not that it mattered to her.

"I'm so sorry, I-'' she didn't let me finish. Erica raced forward and grasped my open hand, desperately sobbing into it. I realized shortly afterwards that this was her attempt at a hug. My massive size made things a bit more complicated, but I delicately scooped her up and held her to my chest. Erica continued to cry; I could feel her clinging tightly to me. An angry burning feeling rose in my throat, and I pressed my eyes shut to keep tears from seeping out. For what seemed like an eternity, we sat together. Both of us were locked in an embrace that neither of us wanted to let go of.

Eventually I could feel Erica's grip loosening, and I carefully placed her back on solid ground, giving her a moment to gain her balance and stand. "I missed you so much," Erica whispered hoarsely. "I didn't think you were coming back." She'd missed me? She wanted me back? Of course, I realized, my slight torture of controlling minds to make her life better was likely a paradise compared to whatever hell she's gone through without me.

"You're ok," I told her softly, "You're alright. They can't hurt you now." I whispered sweet nothings to her as she crawled back into my outstretched palm, just like the day I'd left her. I stood ever so slowly, cupping her close. "Don't leave," Erica begged quietly, half asleep. Her drowsiness worried me; it was very unnatural, likely brought about by drugs or whatnot, but she needed the rest either way. "I won't leave you," I assured her. Erica nodded drowsily, then passed out, her body falling limply across my palm.

The sight of Erica's forlorn form laying in my hand forced forwards the tears I'd been trying to hold back. My eyes began to water, and tears slid silently down my cheeks, but I managed to cast them away with a swipe of my free hand. How did this happen? What's going on!? The city is destroyed, abandoned, and overrun. Where is everyone else? Is this really all that’s left? It can’t be.

I was sure Erica would answer my questions eventually, so I headed to the cliffside where the mansion once stood. Erica's house had been completely demolished in whatever event had taken the rest of the houses there. Despite my being gone for years, the now barren mountainside still felt like home. I watched my step where I walked; it was a force of habit, though many of the buildings around me had long been torn apart.

When I reached the cliffside, I carefully placed Erica down on a rubble-free part of the lawn. I dug through the remains of her old house and found a blanket that was only a little worse for wear. I shook it out and draped it over her sleeping form. An echo of a memory flashed before my eyes like deja-vu.

My heartstrings were pulled taunt as I watched Erica laying on the cliffside where her house, that I'd bought her, lay in ruins. She looked different now. Older, for sure, and her hair had grown out from her favorite neck-short cut, but she also looked a lot more worn down. It was fairly obvious why, but at the same time, it made no sense. Why would she go back to seeing John? How could he get away with doing something like this? However, judging by the ruined state of the landscape around me, I assumed that laws were likely a lot more lenient in the apocalyptic aftermath of whatever disaster had struck the other-world. I badly wanted Erica to wake up and talk to me, so she could help me understand what had happened.

Solemnly, I stood at the cliff's edge, watching valiantly over Erica’s sleeping form. Was she always this small? My hand hovered briefly over her for a moment before she shifted in her sleep and I quickly backed off. I remembered the people of the other-world were little, but she was only a bit taller than my pinky finger.

Not knowing when exactly Erica would wake up, I took the chance I had to rush into my world and grab some food. I haphazardly threw together a quick sandwich and grabbed a few things for the road. Both my father and grandmother were in the kitchen at the time, confused at my rushed gathering of supplies, but I was in too much of a hurry to come up with a decent excuse. I only worked faster to avoid any more attention and returned to the basement. I had no idea when I would be back, so I left dealing with my family for later.

Gathered items and shrinking box in hand, I quickly returned to the other-world, only to find myself right in front of Erica's mansion. I almost walked right into the rock face. Oh shit, I can go to more places than the field? I guess I’ve never tried. That would’ve been useful to know before I left.

Thankfully, Erica hadn't moved since my pit stop, so I settled into a more reasonable pace and shrank a few items for her to have whenever she woke up. Her unnatural drowsiness kept bugging me, though. For the next few hours I spent waiting for Erica to wake, I frequently checked her pulse and breathing, just in case. What I would've done if either had stopped I don't know, but thankfully it never came to that. With nothing else to do, I addressed my own wounds. Most of which I'd given myself in anger. The bullet holes were actually quite painful. I knew I should get the metal out of my skin, and I had preemptively grabbed a first-aid kit from the basement. I removed the tweezers from the small box and set to work.

It was hard going; the metal pieces were miniscule, and I could barely latch onto them with the tweezers. Once the bullets were all finally removed, I was left with raw gaping holes in my skin where they'd hit. I sucked in a pained breath of air and began to bandage them up. Taking a tiny bottle of rubbing alcohol from the kit, I stepped away from the cliffside to pour it over my cuts before I finished wrapping them. While I was at it, I poured some water over my hands to wash off the blood and grime from the city.

When I returned, I saw Erica’s little form sitting up on the cliffside and I ran over in an instant. I was starting to get worried she might not wake up. She stood shocked at my sudden appearance. "Alexis?" Her eyes shone hopefully for a brief moment, then they dulled. "This has to be a dream," Erica whispered, "You left," she stated, pointing at me, "I know you did." After looking me over, she shook her head and sighed longingly. "God, you're so gorgeous this time. This is torture; I know you're not real," she grumbled. "I'll probably be chained to the wall somewhere when I wake up." Did she just call me gorgeous? And how often does she get chained to a wall!? I stared down at Erica, who was pacing back and forth across the cliff edge in front of me, ranting about the likelihood of everything being a fever dream.

"But," I interjected, slightly confused, "I am real. Erica, I'm back. I know I shouldn't be, but I'm here. What happened? Where is everyone?" She only laughed and brushed me off with a dismissive wave. "Yeah, like you don't already know," Erica chuckled sarcastically. "I'm sure the real Alexis wouldn't give two shits about this place. She's off in her own world — probably forgot about me." Saying this, Erica stopped pacing and her expression fell. She turned from me, and I suddenly felt very melancholy about disappearing for so long. How do I get her to listen to me? Usually in movies someone needs to feel pain before they know they're not dreaming. I won't hurt her, but maybe…

Tentatively leaning over the cliffside, I reached out and brushed her arm gently with the pad of my finger. I couldn’t think of much else I could try, but maybe that would be enough to snap her out of it. At my touch, Erica stiffened and slowly turned to me, eyes widening with recognition. She dazedly reached out with her free hand and gently placed it over mine, still hovering by her side. Finally, she seemed to realize that our meeting wasn't her imagination.

"Is this..? Are you..?" Try as she might, she couldn't finish a sentence without choking up. I was filled with ecstatic joy now that she recognized me. A smile spread lopsided across my face. "I'm here. It's me," I assured her. She grasped my hand in a fierce wave of emotion before stumbling backwards out of my grasp. "But.. how? Why? You're here! You're actually here, holy shit!" she yelled, overjoyed. "You asshole," Erica chided suddenly, "Where the hell have you been? I waited weeks, months even, and you didn't come back. Then the world went to shit and I thought: 'for sure she'll show up to fix this', but you didn't!"

Now she had her arms crossed, glaring up at me. "My house was destroyed, I barely escaped with my life. I went to John, I- fuck, I don't know why. I shouldn't have, but I didn't know he'd gone batshit insane! I- he.." Erica quieted, thinking back to who knows what. Eventually, she held up her wrists in silent explanation. They were rubbed raw where the chains had been, and I shuddered at the sight. "Where were you? I needed you!"

I looked down at her indignantly. Although I did feel sorry for her, I couldn't help it. "You told me to leave and never come back! I was traumatized by what I'd done, and I swore I would never return to this world again!" I explained in exasperation. "I'm only here now by coincidence, and I have to leave in a week to go back to school. I came here to say my final goodbyes before my way here gets destroyed, only to find everything in ruins, and people dead in the street!"

Erica was taken aback by this. Her arms fell limply at her sides and her angry expression melted away. "But you can't leave," she said solemnly, "I- I know I told you not to come back, but I didn't think you'd actually listen. You- You never actually really left before, just distanced yourself for a while." Erica tilted her head back to gaze up at me meaningfully. “I honestly thought you would still come around to check up on me, and try to help out like you always do to make up for things. You actually leaving.. That is what I told you to do, but I guess it.. it isn’t what I wanted. It isn’t what I meant! I just wanted you to leave me alone for a while! I- I didn’t want you to leave for forever! You were supposed to come back for me.”

Erica was quiet for a while, then gasped. "That fight in the city, did that-? That actually happened, didn't it? He.. he’s dead?" I nodded slowly. Erica stilled, undoubtedly realizing the full extent of what I'd seen and what had happened. Her face flushed and she looked away, ashamed. I doubted she'd have wanted me to find her so helpless like that. She was even forced to wear an awful outfit the thugs from the city had given her; if you could even call it that. There was significantly more bear skin than fabric, but she had no other option. Her actual clothes were likely lost to the rubble of the mansion.

A long, heavy silence filled the air. My mind was still reeling from the fact that she'd been waiting for me all this time. I was so sure she never wanted to see me again. "I remember.. in the city.." Erica whispered, barely audible. "You said you wouldn't leave me."

I could practically feel my heart shatter at her words. For so long I'd been trying my hardest to forget about Erica, and all along she was right here waiting for me. To stay would mean undoing all of the progress I made moving on in life; to grow up and forget this fantasy. But leaving would prevent any chance for me to start something new. I wanted so badly to have Erica’s trust. I’d broken it too many times, but now she truly needed it.

As Erica gazed up at me with gut-wrenching uncertainty, I could feel something steel up inside my chest. Some primal, protective urge clawed its way through my mind with chilling determination. Whatever happened to her while I was gone will not happen again. Not on my watch. Leaning over the cliffside, I carefully inched a finger closer until it brushed lightly against her cheek. "Never,” I said earnestly, “I will never leave you again." My words resounded in the soft quiet between us. "I'll only ever go if you ask."

Erica nodded, tearing up. I bent down even further, resting my chin on the ground in front of her. Hesitantly, Erica stepped closer and brought my head even lower, pressing her forehead to mine. I held my breath as chills wrung down my spine. We've never been this close before. I closed my eyes; I've only ever dreamed of a moment like this, back when I had good dreams about her. Relief swept through me in a shuddering gasp, and suddenly I was in tears. I guess I’d never realized how much I missed being there.

I can't really lie to myself, though; I didn't miss this world nearly as much as I missed her. "Oh god, don't cry," Erica laughed halfheartedly, "Then I'll start crying too." I smiled as she brushed a tear off my cheek, lifting my head slightly to see her. I couldn't help it, I blushed rose pink. We held each other's gaze for a moment, then I sighed. "I'm just happy to be back." Erica nodded, and I slowly pulled away, propping up my head on my arms, smiling blissfully. Then I caught a glimpse of the ruined mansion.

I bolted upright. Suddenly, all my questions came racing back to me. "What happened here? Where is everyone?" I asked. “I was so worried; I came back and everything’s dead.” Erica blinked in confusion, her smile slowly disappearing in thought. Damn it, I didn't mean to upset her. "You know what, nevermind. I- You don't have to tell me now. Let's celebrate my return; I brought snacks!"

"You really don't know?" Erica asked, interrupting me. She studied me closely. "I guess people might want to keep this a secret," she mumbled, motioning for me to come back down. I knelt in front of her over the cliffside so we were eye to eye. Erica fidgeted nervously with her hands, flinching as she touched the raw circles of skin on her wrists. "Well, there's no easy way to say this, but.. I think your people have been abducting us for science… And before you say 'that's impossible'," she added hastily just before I could say it, "I've seen it happen. That's where everyone went. I think. Hopefully some of us escaped."

I was struck speechless. Why? How? Did they know the secret to this world? Obviously not, or whoever it is would be mind-controlling everyone to their will. "You have to help us," Erica insisted suddenly, "I know you don't care about my world or anyone besides me, but.. Are you really just going to stand by and watch everything burn?"

"What?" I asked in disbelief, "I- Why do you think that? I care about your world!" "Then help us,” she spat back, “If you care so much." "I will," I said matter-of-factly. "Great. When the hazmat giants come back through their portal you can tell them to fuck off." "What makes you think they'll listen to me? Clearly they aren't very reasonable." "You're one of them," Erica said, exasperated, "They have to listen to you."

I sighed and sank to the ground below, trying to process everything that happened while I was gone. I lay back on the face of the cliff. It’s only been four years, yet it seems like a lifetime ago. How did my world even find this one? What are they planning to do with everyone they took? Maybe Erica misunderstood, and the people who used to live here are just hiding somewhere. Why haven’t I heard about anyone finding this place on the news? It must be some top-secret government project. Otherwise, I’m pretty sure I would’ve heard about the discovery of a tiny world.

Looking out over the wreckage of neighborhoods, I could now see the slight hints of people my own size. Footprints in the ground and divots made by machinery suddenly became glaringly obvious. The overpowering stench of gasoline also made a bit more sense. It was too powerful for anything other-worldian, but about average for something my own scale.

“So,” Erica prompted, “you’ll get rid of them?” I nodded, “I’ll talk to them, find out what’s going on.” “But you’ll get rid of them, right?” I glanced up at the top of the cliff, a few inches above me. Erica was standing there, peering down at me while trying to keep away from the edge. “Yeah, I’ll try. I don’t know how well they’ll react to some random person from their own world telling them to get out, though.” Erica shrugged, “Worth a shot.” I nodded in agreement. The sun was slowly sinking; it wasn’t getting dark quite yet, but it was low enough to tell the day was coming to an end. I pulled some of the snacks out of the pile of my things on the ground nearby. “Here, eat something,” I told Erica, handing her some of the shrunken food. I stood to go collect wood for a fire, since the lights in the house were clearly damaged beyond repair.

Before I could take more than a step away from the cliff, Erica called out after me. “Wait! Where are you going?” She sounded so concerned; did she think I was leaving to my own world? "I'm just going to get firewood, I'll be right back." Erica glanced around uneasily, as if she were expecting some apparition to appear in the growing shadows and steal her off. "Do you have to?" I gave her a small knowing smile, I had promised not to leave her. "Would you rather come with me?" I asked, offering her my hand. Erica hesitated briefly, then nodded and climbed on.

Despite having been gone for years, she seemed rather comfortable with me. I knew it likely had something to do with events I wasn’t there to witness, though. Erica brought the blanket with her, and settled in a cozy little heap in the palm of my hand, tucked against my cupped fingers. I couldn't help but smile slightly at the feeling. Whatever the reason, I'm glad she's safe. For once it actually paid off to come back to this place.

There was plenty of easily accessible wood lying around thanks to all the destroyed houses, so it wasn't long before I'd gathered what I needed. Soon, a raging campfire was steadily burning on the cliffside. We ate dinner together and caught up on eachothers' lives. I didn't get much of an update on Erica's life; she didn't want to say much, which I completely understood. The only thing I noticed was that Erica had a scar over her left eye. I hadn't noticed it earlier, as I was a bit distracted by everything going on. That definitely wasn't there before I left. I didn't ask about it, though. I was afraid it might bring up some awful memory of John and the looters. In the end, I mostly just blabbered on about everything that had happened to me since the last day we were together, four years ago. Afterwards, we watched the sun dip below the horizon. The ruined skyline glaring at me from afar.

I should help them, right? My world shouldn't be messing with this one; that's not really a fair fight. Then again, that's a little ironic coming from me. I glanced down at Erica. She was tucked away into a sleeping bag she'd pulled from the rubble earlier, staring blankly skyward in thought. Our little bonfire had died down to a few smoldering wooden planks.

"Look at that!" Erica whispered suddenly, pointing at the cloudless night sky. "You never see shit like that around here. The city's usually too bright." I bent my head back to see what she meant. The stars shone so vividly without the light of suburban houses or the city to compete with. They flickered brightly in the vast black sky; it was as if you could reach out and grab one. I was in for a small surprise when I noticed that some of the stars were wild colors, not just the normal whites and blues. I’d spent so long in the other-world when I was younger, how had I never noticed that? "It's beautiful," I nodded, "but we should get some sleep. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow." "You mean you have a long day ahead of you," Erica corrected me. "I'm not going anywhere near the hazmat giants, they could kill me way too easily. But then again, so can you."

I flinched; it was upsetting to think about. Even if I did eventually get Erica to fully trust me, there would always be a drastically uneven divide in power between us. Erica watched as I slowly hunched back down the cliffside, looking slightly guilty for ruining the mood. I'd tried to change my height to match hers a few times years ago. I’d created a small object for me to wear — similarly to how I the boxes I'd made in the past — which was supposed to make me their size when I wore it. However, when I tried it on, nothing happened. I guessed whatever influence I had on the other-world only worked with objects, not living things. How is it that I can become invisible, walk through walls, manipulate minds, and generate infinite money, but can't make one simple bracelet to shrink me to their size? It's unfair, really.

I turned to face Erica, "I would never-" "I know," Erica said, cutting me off. She turned over on her side, facing away from me. "I was just saying you could. You wouldn't. I.. I don’t think you will... Nevermind, just- Let's get some sleep." Sighing, I drifted down to the bottom of the cliff and sat with my thoughts for a while, just short of miserable.

#why’d the world have to get ruined while Alexis was gone?#hopefully Erica will be ok now that she’s safe…#other-world universe #g/t #giant tiny

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The last conversation between Tails and the Resistance members before he went off on his own 👀

h . how is this ask . 21 days old. hi. sorry. i didnt forget about this i just lost track of time ^^;;;;

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Knuckles is nursing a sprained shoulder, and the tech Tails had used to reinforce Amy’s hammer is broken. Tails’s hands don’t feel as steady as they usually do as he holds the broken remains. The remains that could have easily been Amy instead. Amy herself is not unscathed – she’s sporting bandages around one knee, and Tails doesn’t dare ask what happened.

They’re back at Resistance HQ, safe and relatively sound. But as they debrief together –talk about the ground they lost, the ramifications that will trickle down because of it – Tails’s ears ring.

Knuckles and Amy are far too calm about this. Calm, and tired. Amy leans heavily against her chair. Knuckles lets out the occasional grunt as he shifts his ice pack. After three, nearly four months of this, they look awful.

Tails is not used to heroes who show the strain.

“You- you should let me make you armor,” Tails blurts.

Amy turns around quickly, on guard every moment after being their most consistent fighter for weeks on end. Knuckles takes longer; languidly, calmly turning his chair to stare him down.

“Armor?” Amy asks, brows furrowing. “Do we really need it? We lost today because we didn’t have enough support, not because we got hit a lot, Tails.”

Tails can’t help but look down at her knee. Amy’s expression sours.

“That’s not fair, it was a cheap-shot when we were already retreating,” she says. “Besides, this really is nothing, it’ll heal in a day or two, and I was already planning on taking a few days organizing our supplies and strategizing-”

“Armor would just slow us down,” Knuckles interrupts, before Amy can continue to needlessly defend herself. “It’s not just the amount of support. We’re just not fast enough.”

“I – I could figure out a way to make it light,” Tails says. “It doesn’t have to slow you down. Maybe you could even go faster if you weren’t afraid of getting hit-?”

“Neither of us are afraid of getting hit,” Knuckles says bluntly. Amy’s cheeks have puffed out in indignation at the very idea.

Tails knows he’s offended them. And he knows he’s too young, too inexperienced; they think he’s just afraid. That he’s just being a coward. And worse, a coward who wants them to be more cowardly, too-

“I’m not saying you're afraid, it’s just – you wouldn’t have to be careful. Or as careful. You should still be careful though, it’s just one protective measure, one way to make sure nothing really bad happens, all you'd need is to wear some polysynthetic clothing maybe, I already have designs, the fabric wouldn't be too hot or too difficult to make, I promise, it'll just protect you-”

It’s Amy who cuts him off before he spirals. “Tails!” She interjects, standing despite her knee injury, arms at her sides. Tails didn’t even notice her move. “We’re not using armor. Okay? Besides, you’re working on more defense weapons anyways, so our field defense is going to be plenty strong. No rush on finishing, I know you’ve been working hard. We can hold out for a little longer.”

Knuckles frowns. “Some rush,” he says.

Amy shoots him a death glare. “No. No rush. We’re holding out just fine.”

Tails has already reached for his tails, hoping for a comfort mechanism. His best, greatest comfort mechanism is gone; this will have to do. The fact that his tails have lost some of their fluff from the constant over-grooming is neither here nor there.

“I’m working on them,” he says. “But- It would just – if you guys just had a little armor…”

Amy’s shoulders droop. “We don’t need armor, Tails,” she says, because they all know what their team really needs. There's a different missing piece, but that's something they're not going to get back, not any time soon. She steps forward, only limping a little. But she must see something in Tails’s face, because she frowns, brows pinching together. “...Are you okay? Did something-?”

Knuckles interrupts. He’s out of his seat, too – leaning his hips against the table for stability, keeping the ice pack on his shoulder. “We’re going to be fine, Tails. I know you’re scared, but trying to overcompensate with the rest of us will only make it worse.”

“I- I’m not…”

Knuckles rests a heavy hand on Tails’s shoulder. “It’s not going to bring him back.”

“I know that!” Tails pulls away as roughly as he can, with the world feeling so big and so small at the same time. “The only way to bring him back is to find him, but I need your help-”

Knuckles and Amy give each other a significant look. Tails doesn't know what Amy looks like, but it seems to only steel Knuckles's resolve, because-

“He’s dead, not missing.”

Tails’s ears ring again.

He almost misses the way Amy rises from her spot and gets close to Knuckles, reaching for his wrist. “Knuckles- Stop, now isn’t the time.”

“When will it be?”

“Any day after this,” Amy hisses. “He’s upset-”

“And he won’t stop being upset until he can move on! Pretending Sonic’s still alive isn’t going to help anything!”

Tails doesn’t run. He stands, stock still, despite the floor trying hard to swallow him up. Despite the way Knuckles looks at him, making him want to bury himself alive.

“He’s dead because he didn’t get out in time,” Knuckles says firmly. He reaches for Tails’s arms, and Tails can’t manage to shake him off. “Slowing us down with armor won't get us out any faster than he did.”

Tails’s shoulders only get more tense. He hasn’t really felt relaxed since - well. Since the last few months. But the urge to throw up is new.

There’s no mincing Knuckles’s phrasing. All he wants is for Tails to move on. But all it does is spark memories of exactly what those last moments were. Sonic, being kicked between four opponents, with powers that didn’t match what they had historically held. Opponents that were impossible. All their worst nightmares come back to life, and living out their wildest dreams against their rival. Hitting him until he was done for. Until-

All it does is re-confirm Tails’s need to equip his friends with better armor.

Because it’s not that Sonic wasn’t fast enough. Never that Sonic wasn't fast enough. Imagine – thinking the issue was Sonic's speed. Never.

It’s that other fast opponents got the drop on him. That they ganged up on him, and used their combined strength to beat him to a pulp. Sonic was fast enough to outrun them, he could have left whenever. But he was stubborn enough to take one bad hit and not run away while he still could. And after that first hit, the rest just kept coming.

Armor would have helped.

“You weren’t there,” Tails says. He's stubborn, too. And he'll stay stubborn – Tails knows exactly who raised him. “You don’t know. You didn’t see it. It would have made a difference.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” Knuckles says. “Maybe it could’ve helped, or maybe it would’ve made it worse-”

“Worse?” Tails asks, vision blurring. “How could it have been worse? You’re the one who thinks he’s dead! What’s worse than Sonic dying?”

Knuckles grits his teeth. But he lets go of Tails’s arms, knowing that the little fox hates crying in front of his friends. Knuckles looks like there’s something he still wants to say. There’s significance in the way he stands over Tails, no longer holding him in a bruising grip. Looking like he wants to apologize for it, to protect him.

Tails realizes what Knuckles believes would’ve been worse than Sonic dying.

No. It couldn’t be that. Knuckles can’t be grateful that it was Sonic instead of losing both of them. It’s not fair. No one’s allowed to be grateful that Tails escaped, not when the guilt is eating him up from the inside.

Knuckles needs to blame him. They all need to blame him.

Amy surprises Tails, though. She stands behind him, hugging him oh so gently from behind.

It doesn’t help. Tails is way too old for hugs. They don’t make things better anymore. Not like they used to.

Tails swallows bile.

He thinks he might have said some of that out loud. They tell him he’s lost his grip these last few months, maybe he has. Maybe he’s talking to himself. Maybe he’s lost it. But he’s certainly not going to find it when everyone else refuses to blame him.

It has to be Tails’s fault.

Because-

Because, if it wasn’t-

Then that means there was really nothing he could’ve done.

And if there’s nothing he could’ve done, then there's nothing he can do now that it's Knuckles and Amy on the front lines.

He thinks he might still be talking out loud. Amy and Knuckles don't react, so Tails isn't sure. He steadies himself, just enough to speak out loud. Tries very hard to take control of himself again.

“I need,” Tails manages, with a trembling voice, and this time he's sure he's being heard. “I need to make armor for you guys.”

Tears well up in his eyes, and he tries so, so hard not to let them fall. But he blinks, and instead of blinking them back, they fall in a stream, wetting his fur. He knows Amy and Knuckles share a worried glance over his head. He’s not stupid. But he scrubs at his eyes and hiccups and he doesn’t resist when Amy holds him close and says soft words and presses her cheek against the back of his head.

Knuckles doesn't say a word – must know that this is something he can't help with.

"It's okay," Amy says, as Tails is finally starting to calm. "You can be sad-"

"I need to make armor for you," Tails says again, voice thick. "I need it."

“...Okay,” Amy finally says. And even Tails knows it's just a placating gesture. That they're probably not actually going to wear it. “Do you need us to stay for measurements?”

Tails shakes his head. “I just need–I need some time to make it.”

Amy hugs him a little tighter. “Okay,” she says. “Do you want us to go?”

No, Tails thinks. But they don’t move to go, so he thinks he didn’t say that part out loud.

He leans against her for a long moment. Eventually, the tears stop. He dries them up with the back of his hand, chest no longer heaving. “Yeah,” he says, now that he’s got control of himself. “You guys can go.”

“I asked if you wanted us to go. Not if we wanted to.”

Tails manages a hiccupping laugh. “It’s okay.”

“Tails-”

“Amy,” Knuckles finally says, cutting in. Tails feels the rush of embarrassment from being protected all at once, now that he remembers Knuckles is here. “He said he wants time.”

“That doesn’t mean space-”

“Actually,” Tails says. “Time - cant exist without space. So you can’t have one without the other-”

“So let’s give him some time and space,” Knuckles says. He walks closer, putting a hand on Amy’s shoulder.

Reluctantly, Amy lets go of Tails, though not without giving him one last squeeze. “Come to my room later, okay?” she asks, so, so earnestly. “If you want. I’ll keep it open, just for you.”

Tails looks up at her. Smiles, and really, genuinely thinks he might feel better if he goes to her tonight, and pours his heart out like she wants him to. Thinks that she’d like to feel like a good big sister, thinks that he might like feeling like a little brother again.

She’s going to be so upset when he leaves tonight, Tails thinks.

He pulls her into a quick hug, forward facing this time. He gives her a long squeeze, and hopes she won’t be too worried.

She ruffles the fur at the back of his head. “Hey, if you want to talk now,” she starts, and he almost gives in. “We-”

“No, it’s okay. I’m okay,” Tails says, and quickly pulls back. He smiles up at her, already making a list of the tools he should pack. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m okay. I just need to build something, it’s okay.”

He knows he’s repeating himself, that he’s overdoing it, overcompensating. It only makes them worry more. But Tails doesn’t quite know how to turn it off – the only alternative is to leave before he can make more of a mess of this. He just hopes they’ll be okay without him. He’s given them all the weapons he can – especially if they’re going to stop him from making the things that would really benefit them in this war.

“If you’re sure,” Knuckles says, because Amy is too indecisive about leaving to say another word.

To Tails’s surprise, Knuckles heaves a quiet sigh and lays a hand on Tails’s head before he goes. Tails thinks he’s lost time for a moment, because one instant, Knuckles is in front of him and so, so blue and warm and affectionate – and the next, he’s fifteen feet away, and Tails is still staring at him as he walks out with Amy in tow.

“Just- don’t overdo it tonight,” Knuckles says, still lingering in the doorway, even after Tails’s head goes cold after the affection has gone. “Get some rest. I’ll check on you in the morning. I promise.”

Tails smiles. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll probably sleep in for a while.”

Knuckles quirks a smile. Amy, lingering even more obviously than Knuckles, doesn’t.

Still – it’s enough to finally get them out the door. No more lingering in the doorway – no more checking on him. Knuckles is still icing his shoulder, and Amy is still limping down the hall to her room for some much needed rest. Finally, Tails is all alone again.

Now that the embarrassing part is over, he can start packing. And maybe, when he returns, he'll have redeemed himself enough that they'll forget how much he just fell apart.

Tails still feels the warmth of Amy's hug and the rumpled fur from Knuckles's hair ruffle. He doubts they'll forget.

But he hopes, somehow, that he can get strong enough – that he'll be right enough – that it won't matter anymore. He just can't do it here.

So he packs his rucksack, and finds his way into the starless night.

#chaoxfix

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giggly-squiggily · 8 months

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Android (Dr. Stone)

Hey hey guess who's got Lee!Francois content for y'all? This girl! This is for a friend of mine (You know who you are :3)- we got to talking about Francois and just- YESH! This was an absolute delight to make, and I hope you like it :3

There was a rumor that traveled around Ishigami Village about Francois secretly being an android.

Ryusui knew this because he was the one to start it.

Okay, okay- that wasn’t true; but he certainly didn’t help. It was hard not to giggle at the wide eyed wonder on the children’s faces as he neither confirmed or denied the answer. Sometimes he couldn’t help but wonder it himself as he watched Francois go about their life.

Up before everyone else and in bed well after, their uniform and hair in perfect condition- or however close to perfect you could get here- as they went about their tasks, knowledge on just about everything relating to cooking, cleaning and holistic care. Francois was the whole package- untouchable in their presence.

It was admirable, but also concerning. Did they ever truly take breaks?

Today- he was gonna get to the bottom of it.

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“Ha HA! Francois, I found you!”

“I’ve been here the entire time.” They barely looked up from their work, folding freshly washed clothes for the now sleeping villagers. The day had been a long and difficult one due to weather antics and complications with the boat. Francois had been putting in extra labor today- bringing everyone refreshments and tending to tears- clothing and human alike. If they were tired, they didn’t show it. “You know I’m always within earshot if you need something.”

“I appreciate that. What’s a sailor without their first mate?” Ryusui rocked on his heels, pleased with the proud set in Francois’ shoulders. “Still- as grateful as I am, I also want you to take a break. When was the last time you’ve stopped, Francois?”

Only a twitch- the single indication the question caught them off guard. “I’ll be finished after I tend to these garments, young master.”

“Francois…that’s not an answer.” The sailor walked forward, leaning against the wooden table with a mild pout. “You haven’t taken a break today even once, have you?”

“The stitching is rather nicely done.”

“Or yesterday?”

“Miss Yuzuriha outdid herself with these, wouldn’t you agree?”

“I don’t think I’ve seen you put your feet up once since you’ve come to the village.”

“It’s a shame the environment here tears them apart. Such incredible work-”

“Francois!” Ryusui had them pinned against the table, face to face with his arms bracketing them in. The effect was…less than impressive. Francois barely reacted- blinking up at him with a near bored stare.

“Yes?” They asked when nothing was said.

“Francois- you are my butler, and that means I get to tell you what to do.” Ryusui raised his chin- and then lowered it when he remembered their height difference. He wasn’t used to doing this to anyone but-

Long brown hair. Curious eyes. An amused smile-

Focus, Ryusui!

“Yes. I suppose that is our arrangement.” Francois brought him back, mercifully holding back comment on the sudden flush against the sailor’s face.

“Right! And as per our arrangement- you know I’m the greediest man alive. So what I want is final.” He reached out, gently poking Francois in the chest with a single finger. “And what I want right now is for you to take a break. No arguments!”

Silence. Blue eyes looked up into honey ones. A soft sigh and a pinched expression formed as Francois shook their head.

“Apologies, young master. I’m afraid I will not be able to fulfill your desire.”

….Eh. It was worth a shot. Ryusui slumped some, already figuring that wasn’t going to work. A sailor’s instincts are never wrong- he knew how stubborn they were.

Very well then- time to break out the desperate measures.

“Francois.” He reached out, poking them again but in the hip.

“!!!” A flick of their eyes widening. They stared back at Ryusui with a non-verbal threat. Don’t you dare.

“I’m demanding this- not just as a member of the Nanami family but as your friend.” Another poke, this time to the center of their ribs.

One last spot and it’s all over.

“Take.” Poke towards the back ribs. “A.” One against their mid back. “Break.” A final jab to the center of their shoulder blades. Francois was as stiff as a board now, face pale with effort as their hands clenched knuckle white.

And yet…and yet…

"For-give me, for I cannot.” Their voice was strained, far more than usual.

“Shame. Alright then.” Ryusui smirked before grabbing onto their sides, pressing in with all ten fingers. “Tickle tickle tickle, Francois~”

In a day to day situation, you’d be lucky to get an amused smile from the small butler. Francois took their duties rather seriously- never breaking under any circumstance.

Right now though; all those duties went right out the window as they arched, high pitched giggles shooting from their lips as they shoved at Ryusui’s arms. “Yoohohohohung mahahahahhaster! Pleahahhahahahse!”

“There it is! See? Isn’t it nice to laugh? Hehehe~” The sailor adjusted his grip so he had Francois’ back on the table, giving him more access to tickle spots. Sure- the whole ordeal looked…unseenly, but everyone was either asleep or drunk out of their minds to really comprehend anything. “I’m the greediest man in the world, and I desire you to laugh until you can’t no more!”

“Thihiihiihihs is ihihihihinapprohohohohopriate! Ahehahahhha, Yoohohoohhung mahahahhaster, plehahhhhahhase!” The butler squealed, one hand shielding their face while the other shoved and punched at the sailor’s chest, feet kicking up a storm on the wooden table. Behind them, the small pile of folded clothes fell to the ground in a sad little heap. “Thehehehheheh gahahhahaharmeehhehhents!”

“I’ll pick them up for you.” Ryusui moved back to their hips, kneading gently and making them squeak. “I’ll take care of everything- so you just relax.”

“Yohohohohou dohoohoohn’t know hhoohohohow to fohohoohold!”

“I can certainly learn!”

“Buhuhuhuhuhut the chohohohohohohres!”

“We can take care of it. The village is more than willing.”

“Ruhuhuhuuhuhyusui pleahhahahhaahahse!”

“Are you gonna take a break?” Ryusui asked, giving their thighs a knead. The effect was near instantaneous- Francois spasmed with a squeaky scream, laughter falling silent as they thrashed. Their cheeks were cherry pink, eyes misty with mirth- signaling their limit. “Francois?”

“FIHIIHIHNE FIHIHIHIIHNE NOW STAHHAHAHAP!” They cried, gasping for air as soon as Ryusui stopped. Leaning back against the wooden table, they kicked at his chest, too tired to care for etiquette in that moment. “Thahahahk you.”

“Hehe, you’re welcome. You needed it.” Ryusui walked around to the fallen clothes, gathering them up and placing them back on the table. “Ah! Don’t touch it.” He glared when Francois reached out. “I told you- I’ve got this.”

“Stubborn as always.” Climbing off the table, they stretched out their arms with a soft sigh. “Though I must admit, you have a point about taking a break. That little…trick you’ve pulled on me made me realize just how exhausted I really was. A small break wouldn’t hurt…”

“Ha HA! What did I tell you?” Ryusui grinned, proud. On the table the shirts sat- terribly folded. Francois felt their eye twitch.

“Very well. I will take a break…after I fix that.”

“Fran-”

“If you do not let me fix it I’ll tell everyone your worst tickle spot.”

“Understood- please go right ahead.”

Thanks for reading!

#dr stone #francois #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #nanami ryusui #I love Francois so mucha rjkekajrejkrkjeawr

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(4/10) Teenager and Young adult Ulla - Part 8

Hi there people 🌤️🍊🥝🌈🌾🌈🌼🥝🌾💐🌼

Here I'm trying again to do it faster and shorter

Now that Ulf leaved the nuclear family...

1.- Ulla misses her brother but makes not a fuss about it, they are not children anymore, besides, Ulf asked Ulla to make a copy of his investigation and send him back his originals, so there can be a backup and both can share their knowledge, and indeed, back in Pitchfork, she gets the work done, of course, she readed the research and got amused by how much he accomplished on his own.

2.- Later Ulla and her parents visit Corona to search for the light trial, and gets pretty easy, thanks to the local old smiths, they are also very wise and have an older son named Xavier who is committed to preserve all Demanitus knowledge they can get.

3.- Together they restore the Demanitus device in a reasonable amount of time, they are about to prepare their luagge and say goodbye next weekend, but Xavier wanted to show her something new.

4.- A super old DNA sample (a nail and a hair) supposedly from Demanitus, found on his chambers hidden on the place, and use that medieval pendulum on a map to locate someone, yes, someone with Dema's DNA , a descendant.

5.- Xavier wanted to find someoneor a team who would help him to find this person, but his parents didn't gave aprobation, that's going too far and neglect their actual jobs.

6.- They did the travel, with a silly dare, if it's a woman, Xavier will marry her, if it's a men, Ulla will marry him, if it's a child, then they would adopt she or him, if it's an old man/woman, they would build a nice friendship, unless evilness is on the soul, but that's unlikely.

7.- They travel to the Dark Kingdom, it's so awesome, and they , along with Holda and Tenax (Ulla and Ulf's parents ) start their searching for the Demanitus trial, but they are stopped by guards, looks like the place was already well preserved, clean and locked in order to avoid foreigners to reveal their leyends and ancient secrets.

8.- Due to them having no resources to make the guards think otherwise, they are deported outside the kingdom, but Ulla tells them she will go back and finish the searching of that Demanitus descendant, she will go alone so they will have it more difficult.

9.-The others will wait for her camping, she can send a help message if needed and they would aid her, so , she goes again undercover, and surprise, using the secret passages Holda her mother found with her subfloors scanner machine, she finds Donella too, who also entered undercover with her merchandise, what is she selling?

10. Don had an outburst to make clear it was not her business, but not too much later she apologies and spend some time with Ulla to talk about how much appreciated she is as an old friend, she is glad to meet her again and they should team up.

Lots of fickers had made histories about Ulla and Donella meeting Quirin together, so yeah, I can drop a while here

And yes, I imagined Quiring to be a lost offspring of Demanitus, Ulla reveals him the news, and she tries to get him into alchemy, search more about himself and his mom or dad until reaching all the genealogy three.

But he is in a state of "I won't tell a thing and I won't research either", his childhood formation was mostly about keeping royals secrets and maintain the information lowered unless he is told otherwise, so, he turns down any of Ulla -

Opus I have to go, see you around 🍓🌷🍒❄️🍓🌷🍒❄️🫐🏖️🌸🌾🌄🫐🏖️🌾🫐🍒🌄🫐❄️🏖️🌄🌄🫐🏖️🌾🫐🏖️🌄❄️🫐🪻🏖️🪻🫐🫐🌸🌊🏖️🌤️🌷🍒🍱🫐🏖️🌷🫐🏖️🌸❄️🍥🌷🍒❄️🌷🍥🍒

#varian #tangled varian #tts varian #varian the alchemist #varian tts #rta varian #rapunzels tangled adventure #varian and the seven kingdoms #hugo vat7k #vat7k #vat7k ulla #ulla vat7k #vat7k donella #donella vat7k #vat7k cyrus #cyrus vat7k #quirin tangled #tts quirin #Quiring Vat7k

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Imma done with duskwood lmao 😂 Too long waiting, I wrote my own ending and now I lost interest in duskwood xD I know they are a small group of developers but they must realize their fandom is slowly dying :( It's sad but it is the truth 🥺 I see so many duskwood writer going quiet or writing OG works....

Well, that's very sad. But I don't think the fandom is dying. Not at all. First of all, it's January, trust me when I tell you, it's always very quiet in January. It's a stressful time. While December for example is more way more active. People have more time and winter makes more people to stay at home etc. It's not unusual for this time. Nevertheless, I do understand a bit what you mean. Of course we're waiting for Moonvale for a longer time now, but I think it's understandable. At least, I was expecting a long time for it to come out.

And I'm pretty sure they're aware of it... I see enough people starting to hate on them, leaving mean comments on Instagram etc. They know we're all waiting and they also know people become more and more inpatient. And I guess it's for them as hard as it is for us. I don't know what is going on there at Everbyte, but I'm very sure if they could they would work faster. But I think they already use every possible second to work on it. I mean, for them it's their income, their way to earn money, I don’t think they can just put Moonvale aside and chill, haha. Maybe they even have a second job, I don’t know, we don't know about the circumstances. I'm repeating myself, but I am convinced that this situation is difficult for Everbyte as well. And I don’t think they themselves expected it to take that long.

Still, I understand what you’re saying and how you mean it, but now, I think losing interest in things is normal. It happens all the time. And especially since Duskwood has been finished for quite some time now, the hype disappears at some point, but with luck it comes back. I mean, have you ever watched a movie you really liked but then you had to wait 3 or 4 or even more years for the second part? You’re not as excited about the movie every single day as you were the first time. You wait, maybe you lose interest in time, as I said, it’s normal. When the film is released, when it is finally ready, the joy often comes back. The movie was released and then you can decide if you want to watch it anyway, if it is worth trying, or if you are not interested anymore. Both is possible. Of course it's sad if you're absolutely done with it but it's simply normal and I don't think you can do anything about it.

And whether there is a connection between Moonvale and the more frequent occurrence of original works that I can not judge. I rather think it's simply because it's way easier to reach people with writing fanfiction. So, you can write fanfiction, write things you enjoy a lot and then you're interested in writing something made by yourself from top to bottom. You already reached some people so if you're lucky, maybe they will also be interested in an original work. I know many writers who simply never dared to publish original stories. But if one persons starts to publish their work other might get the missing courage to do it as well.

And yes, it’s also true that many Duskwood writers don’t post that much anymore. Of course, it will also be due to the fact that everyone’s joy and the excitement decreases a little after a while. Just like it happened with you. And that's okay as well. But I can also tell you that some people don’t read as many Duskwood fanfictions as before, which can be very demotivating for writer. But it’s also that the time we live in is nothing but hectic and exhausting. So much is going on. Everyone has so much stress. Health problems became much more present. Time is simply the enemy for many, the exhaustion does not allow people to write because something else is always going on. But in every other fandom it is no different, absolutely not. But because the Duskwood fandom is so much smaller it just stands out much faster. It's much more visible.

It's just a hard time in general. :/

Please don’t get my words wrong. I don't want to sound mean or rude or anything. Really. And I do understand what you mean and sometimes I even feel similar. It's a pity you're feeling this way by now but as I said, it's nothing unusual. It's sad when you lose things that used to bring you happiness but I think you can do nothing about it. I just hope at some point your excitement will be back and maybe you're even going to play Moonvale. I think it is not good to force yourself to like something if you have really lost interest. And instead of Duskwood and moonvale, I hope you find something else to enjoy. 💚

Still, thank you a lot for sending this ask and especially for sharing your thoughts with me/us. It means a lot to me. And I hope the 'situation' will improve for you again. I hope you're doing good so far. Please take always care of yourself and stay healthy and safe. Have a good day/evening/night. 💚💚

#<3<3<3<3<3 #cute dw anon #hbj dw answers

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Tiffany Valentine-Ray x gn!reader

@0runforyourlife0 Of course i will write it for you, sweetheart.

Well, i think, you meant Tiffany from «Bride of Chucky», right? If it isn't, just tell me))

Tw: gender neutral reader, mention of alcohol

♡ The first time you and Tiffany met in some nightclub. Lights flickered everywhere, music screamed and people were having fun. You weren't an ardent fan of such places, but your friends begged you to go with them, so you spent the night in the company of loud songs and alcoholic beverages. During the evening you had several acquaintances, but only one stuck in your head. She was a beautiful blonde with charming dark eyes looking into the farthest part of your soul. It could be said that she was the most beautiful of all those present. She came up to you, playfully whispering her name, and offered to have fun, making you blush profusely when you agreed. And then everything is a blur. A few glasses of wine, a light touch of someone else's painfully soft lips, a trace of dark lipstick... You woke up in the morning and decided to leave as soon as possible, not daring to look into the eyes of this beauty on a sober head.

♡ Tiffany's kisses are something. Such a light touch to your skin, as if the most beautiful divine butterflies touch it, leaving a feeling of joy and euphoria on your body along with trembling and barely noticeable traces. She really likes coffee kissing. Sometimes she just tries to tell you something if she can't find the right words.

♡ Tiffany enjoyed spending time with you. Even if you thought that your night together was just an accident, she didn't think so. Maybe you're just a cute little angel sent to her by God himself for all her hard work? It doesn't sound good... But, simply put, she was interested in you. Very.

♡ And so, after a while, you "accidentally" began to meet Tiffany more and more often in crowded places. At first glance, it may really seem like a coincidence, but not when you bumped into her, and the girl looked at you with her devilish eyes, smiling the hottest smile you've ever seen.

♡ This woman is very hot and she knows her worth, she would never run after someone. But you're so sweet and shy, she could just give you a hint... And it looks like she did it. After a couple of weeks you have already reached the level of friends, and after another month you started dating, isn't it great?

♡ In your relationship, she will be like mommy. Such a charming, sexy woman, kissing you on the lips whenever she wanted to praise you for your next act. Yes, she was definitely a peculiar woman with a rather complex and violent character. Her desires can change in the blink of an eye, or they can remain the same for several months or years. Tiffany can be hot-tempered or playful, pushy and touchy or cute. But you love her any way. And she loves you, too. She knows that she shouldn't change for you, because you accept her for who she is, and she is very flattered. Why, you didn't turn away when you found out about her murders! Although she treated you with caution for a while after that, Tiffany was elated in her heart that she had found such a wonderful person like you.

♡ She can be caring if she wants to. If you are still studying, she will certainly cheer you up before exams and answer your principal's calls as your "mommy" if you do something not very good. During the school day, she will write you cute or hot messages about how she loves you and misses you, how she misses your warmth. She knows that studying is important to you, so she will support you.

♡ Pet names like "honey" or "darling" with the addition of her playful voice will turn anyone's head. And even you. Because of your frequent employment, you spend most of your time together in the evening. She's sitting on the couch, your head is resting on her lap, and Tiffany is stroking your hair, admiring the features of your face. God, you're so beautiful, she's so glad she's dating you! After a particularly difficult day at work, there may be several bottles of some new interesting wine near the sofa, which she will offer you to try. She will want to taste alcohol from your lips more.

♡ This woman is the very embodiment of style and fashion. She so skillfully emphasizes all her best traits of character and body with clothes that you often wonder if your dear Tiffany sold her soul to the devil?

♡ Tiffany likes to sleep with you in her arms. Her fingers are intertwined with yours, and your head rests on her chest while you fall asleep to her measured breathing.

"Sweet dreams, darling."

It seems to have been a particularly difficult day for you. Now you were sitting in the bathroom with your girlfriend, leaning back against her chest, and playing with your fingers in soapy water. It had been night outside for a long time, but you didn't care as long as you arrived in each other's company. It was hot in the room, and noticeable clouds of steam rose from the hot water.

You splashed your palms in soapy water, bursting soap bubbles with your fingers, noticeably feeling the tension accumulated in your body. Tiffany was sitting in the back, humming a tune to herself and gently massaging your scalp with her fingers. God, your girlfriend has such wonderful fingers. You blissfully closed your eyes, moving your head towards Tiffany's pleasant movements.

"Honey, are you okay?" she asks, continuing to caress your hair, "Your shoulders are tense, baby..." now her voice is full of concern. You exhale softly, still closing your eyes. "Just a bad day" Tiffany looks at you as if she doesn't believe you and smiles sadly. "Y/N..." the girl's hand gently slides up and down your neck, ending up on your chin, and gently turns her head towards herself "You know you can tell me what happened, right?". You nod uncertainly. "Very good, baby. I hope so," she babbles, leaving a few careless kisses on your chin line. "I love you."

Thanks for reading! Well, if you wanna read smth special you can write me ;) Have a nice day!

#slashers x reader #tiffany valentine #tiffany valentine x reader #tiffany valentine x y/n #tiffany valentine x you #gender neutral reader

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 1 year

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Hi! Do you have some headcanons of Lance caring for his farmer wife pregnant with their child? 👀 I may be biased about this topic 😂

To make it fair, maybe any bachelors (from vanilla, SVE, and maybe RSV of your choice) with their farmer wife pregnant, hehe. How do they care for them? And also, maybe Isaac as well? 👀 They're all wholesome husbands anyways, but still I'm curious if you have some headcanons on that 😁

I'm being anonymous because I'm shy as heck 😂😂

Hello, dear anon 👋❤️

I'm still not taking too much risk writing bachelors/bachelorettes from RSV until I learn about this mod properly, sorry about that 🥲

I have a very great desire to write about these two adventurers (*cough* Lance and Isaac *cough*). I hope I get at least partially into the character of Isaac, because so far we know little about him. Enjoy, dear anon!

Lance:

The parental instinct hit Lance harder than anyone thought. Not that it's a bad thing, but he can be overprotective at times.

Still, Lance trusts his wife so much that he allows her to be with him at his post in the Highlands if the Farmer wants to take a walk (on the condition that his dearest wife won't leave the safe post anywhere).

Helps her with exercises to keep her toned.

He will comply with almost any request of the Farmer if they wish to eat anything (almost any, because he is not going to give her something that will harm her health and the health of the unborn child). And so, if she wants a basket of strawberries, rambutan, or something else, then Lance will deliver what his wife wants at the speed of light.

Lance is rethinking his patrol schedule a bit so he can spend more time with his the Farmer. He was allowed to do this due to family circumstances.

Perhaps he will offer the Farmer to put on a special amulet that will allow him to track the Farmer if she goes missing somewhere. The Farmer will grumble about it, but Lance can be understood: he is worried about his spouse a little bit.

Lance uses magic to do the main farm work, leaving the easiest tasks to the Farmer, as the Farmer doesn't want to sit and do nothing.

He is always with his wife for doctor check-ups.

He would even go to aerobics with her when Caroline, under the guidance of Dr. Harvey, compiled special exercises for pregnant women. The adventurer participates in all the exercises (now some ladies gossip about the farmer husband's beautiful and fit body, which makes the Farmer smirk. Envy silently!)

Isaac:

Help

How did he get into this situation?

Probably nothing prepared him for the most difficult battle in the world - becoming a parent.

The funny thing is that Isaac was the first to bring up the topic of children, having discussion with his wife. Welp...

He is not the most gentle husband, but he is very careful with his wife. So careful, as if the Farmer had suddenly become a fragile vase.

Went to Pelican Town to find a doctor and *almost* threateningly asks Harvey to advise him on the progress of the pregnancy.

Panics every time the Farmer sighs from something, believing that the waters have already broken (mini heart attack).

No adventurer or mage gets too close to the Farmer (Scary dog privilege)

Sometimes it comes to a serious fight, as some people, like Camilla, don't know what the "limit of what is permitted" is. Luckily, Isaac's wife and the other adventurers manage to calm everyone down.

Isaac very gently massages the Farmer if her muscles hurt.

Don't even dare look in the direction of a watering can or a sword - no hard work or adventure!

Literally, an impregnable city will conquer if it is there that the very grapes or blueberry that the Farmer wants (why can't he just go and buy it? Then there would be no drama!).

#thanks for asking!#stardew valley expanded #sve #sve isaac #sve lance #i think that's enough Lance as husband and father hc #because i don't know what else to write 😅#sve headcanons

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