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aajjks · 4 days

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TEACH ME (m)

synopsis. Teach me.. that’s what he says everytime he’s got his fingers deep inside you.

trope: age gap [10 years] yandere, forbidden relationship and cheating.

warnings. f-ngering, expl-cit themes, pr-fanity, he’s got a filthy mouth, f-rbidden r-lationship [teach-r x st-dent], y-ndere jk, p-sessive beh-viour, j-alousy, ch-ating, m-oning strict 18+ THEMES. MDNÏ.

note. PHEWWWWWW 🫠🫡🥵… YALL….. this is for all the horny girls on my blog. ONLY FOR YOU!! I think this is not gonna be a series but just a one shot and I hope to get it out soon but I wanted to put out a teaser and please talk to him and I just know you’re gonna love him because I know you guys have some fucked up fantasies. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE SHARE YOUR THOUGHTS. I LOVE READING YOUR THOUGHTS AND YOUR ASKS also YALL the colored gradient text looks so pretty 🥹🥹🥹

note 2.0. This is strictly for 18+ so please do not interact if you’re underage. [TEASER]

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“Hahaha what??”

Jungkook walks to your figure, you’re standing behind your desk, your back leaning against the blackboard, he knows you’ve said something really important right now but…

How the fuck is he supposed to take you seriously when your tits are practically popping out of your right dress shirt? Or the pencil skirt that is clinging onto your ass like second skin?

Goodness you’re so fucking hot, his cock is practically pulsing inside his underwear.

“Ms yn… what?” He manages to say, now towering over your smaller figure, you glare at him, swear tickling down your forehead.

“It’s Mrs Jeong for you!”

“Ms yn…. No.” Jungkook rolls his eyes as he closes the distance between you two, there’s no one in this empty university hallway, your door is closed,

Jungkooks eyes are set on you like a predator and the way your breathing is irregular suddenly, makes him feel superior to you despite your age difference of 10 years.

“Sorry that’s almost sounds like you said Mrs Jeon…. Haha… so similar won’t you agree?” His chest is now touching yours, his eyes contain a carnal hunger for you.

“I’m sorry but that can’t happen, yn.” He tsks, feigning disappointment, like he’s sympathizing with you, but you know better.

Jungkook knows that you know him better than anyone.

You know him so deeply and so intimately.

Jungkook forces his knee between your legs, spreading them, you gasp, he smirks.

“How dare you try to abandon me huh? I don’t give a fuck- NO JUNGKOOK YOU DONT UNDERSTAND I-I CANT COMPROMISE- shhh.” He presses his finger on your tinted lips.

He guides his hand down your panties, playing with the hem of it, “n-no jungkook please don’t-“” jungkook doesn’t stop, “listen yn- or Mrs Jeong.” He grits his teeth while spitting your last name out,

“I don’t give a FUCK ABOUT YOUR PATHETIC HUSBAND! OR YOUR SHAM OF A MARRIAGE!” He seethes,

“How pathetic you are huh?” he bites his tongue before speaking. “You sleep on that very bed with your stupid husband where I’ve made you cum so many fuckin times huh?” He tugs your panties down roughly.

You need a reminder of who you belong to, and he will gladly do it right here in this classroom.

“J-JUNGKOOK What are you doing?” You stutter, he rolls his eyes.

You know damn well what he’s doing. “Oh ms yn. You should know damn well and what I’m doing. Because your body knows it.” He smiles, almost cruelly at you.

He starts to tease your wet pooling heat, his fingers skilled as he starts to move them around your clit.

“nghh nooo..” you can’t even hold your moans at this point. He gets your sexual frustration. Your pathetic excuse of husband can never please you.

Your brain & your heart, and especially your pussy are currently fighting with each other right now disagreeing with what you really want and what you should do.

arguing with you between what’s wrong and what’s right.

“Oh come on ms yn- you’re soaking wet for me..” he plunges his fingers inside your inviting cunt.

“Oh yes moan for me…” he groans, whispering in your ear.

Your eyes are at the verge of rolling back he fucks you with his calloused fingers. “Divorce the bastard and I’ll let you cum.”

He pumps them in and out of you- teasing you.

Jungkook licks the side of your neck, grunting in your ear.

“If you won’t divorce him I’ll murder him and then fuck you right infront of his rotting corpse.”

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alicentsgf · 1 year

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nothing is more subtle or more heartbreaking to me than alicent in the wedding feast scene. and half these shots dont even follow her, they follow viserys shes just in the background, (which just perfectly sums up the way alicent and her desires are stifled by viserys/his wants just btw)

so shes just watched whatever it was that was happening between daemon and rhaenyra. salt in a very fresh wound. and as far as i can work out was literally tearing up over it (if we look at the screenshot above). but then people are screaming and pushing and shoving and alicent instinctively gets up before anyone else at the table even does, still looking like shes about to cry the whole time, right up until the moment she realises its not just pushing and shoving - theres a fight happening exactly where rhaenyra was just a moment before, and suddenly her expression changes to this shot of her blatantly worrying about rhaenyra:

"but lydia, how do you know shes worried about rhaenyra? she could just be in shock at seeing the fight and concerned in general."

because its spelled out for us the next time we see her:

this shows us pretty obviously alicents only really interested in where rhaenyra is. this is a tv show, they don't show someone's reaction to something just for the sake of it and alicent is the only person we see react to rhaenyra being safe. she even appears to relax at the end, as if relieved.

this very clearly sets the stage for alicent's refusal to accept any physical harm to rhaenyra - so we can understand why she feels so much guilt and self-loathing over slicing open rhaenyra's arm, and why she is so adamant about protecting rhaenyra in episode 9 even after everything she and rhaenyra have put each other through. just as rhaenyra has a desire to reconcile with alicent she cant shake, reaching out for her even in moments when shes been given no reason to hope (like at the council in episode 6 and dinner in episode 8), alicent has this desperate need to make sure rhaenyra's safe, even at times when she has no intention of reconciling with her. even when shes at her most hostile, harbouring enough resentment to show up to rhaenyras wedding wearing a declaration of war, alicent still cant stomach the thought of rhaenyra being physically harmed. and it doesn't seem to be an aspect of her characterisation thats going anywhere anytime soon.

#the subtext is subtexting !#thats a useless lesbian if i ever saw one #hotd #alicent hightower #rhaenicent #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd meta #hotd thoughts #just look at her face #fuck #i have tried to make this post 10 times. its been gathering dust in my drafts #because i literally cant express how insane alicent in this scene makes me #also i feel this explains why i have such an issue with the post-birth scene. it goes against alicents #characterisation as we've been led to understand it otherwise #for her to be largely unaffected by rhaenyras pain

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 month

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Sharing the bed with various CRP characters 1/2

Same song and dance as the cuddling post! If theres any characters you want to see, let me know! If theres also any specific scenarios you want to see dont hesitate to drop them, love doing these kinds of posts

Characters: Slenderman, Splendorman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Masky, Hoodie, Jeff, Puppeteer

Notes: Reader is GN, can be seen as romantic or platonic

CWs: mentions of blood but it's nothing huge, better safe than sorry though

Slenderman

He hardly ever crawls into bed with you, on nights where he is with you he tends to linger in the corner- or if you insist, he will take a seat on the foot of your bed if you feel the first was.. creepy.. not that this solution is any better- he is never going to lay down, thus, with a broken heart I have to give him the first rating of 1/10, with his only saving grace that he will protect you should anything happen

Splendorman

Unlike his fellow slenderbeing, Splendor is more than willing to crawl into bed and try to lay with you! It's a bit of a tight fit, though, even with him manipulating his body as small as it can get... it can get a little uncomfortable, unfortunately. And spirit can only make someone so comfortable.. 3/10

Eyeless Jack

I personally headcanon that hes on the shorter side- 5'5 to 5'7, so thankfully space isnt an issue! He runs cold, so if the nights are hot hes a good option for a cuddle buddy! But how is he in his sleep? He sleeps like a rock- he doesnt move or shift around all that much so you're unlikely to be disturbed! He.. does snore, though, or at least that's what it loosely is. Its more like gurgling due to any of his gripping goo getting into his throat- not a good noise.. will wake up coughing and spluttering.. 5/10, a pretty average sleeping experience

Laughing Jack

He doesnt need to sleep and he can only pretend sleep for so long before he gets antsy- it takes him a while to understand that you need your sleep and how much you need. He doesnt mind staying in bed and cuddling with you to pass the time- hes very large, warm, and comfy so it's not a terrible set up! Sometimes pretends sleep, complete with a fake snore. A little big for the bed at I feet tall, and sometimes snatches the blanket to fully sell the "fake sleep" thing as well as rag dolling on you 6/10

Masky

He doesnt sleep around you, it's just a little quirk of his that he doesnt let his guard down at all- he doesnt exactly distrust you but its.. complicated. Hesitant when you offer to let him crawl into bed with you, he's rather fond of the little perch hes made in the corner of your room, but you cannot deny that he looks like a sleep paralysis demon to your fuzzy sleepy brain. Still as a corpse in bed, WILL yank the blanket back if you steal it in your sleep 7/10 not very disruptive otherwise

Hoodie

Will crawl into bed with you and get up close to you, loves pulling you close to him during the night. Falls asleep after you do, though he probably watches you in your sleep... smells like wet leaves and mulch 7.5/10, he let's you take his hoodie sometimes or even just crawl into it with him. Does not give a shit if it gets stretched out he can always get another one. Sleeps between you and the door to the bedroom

Jeff

Heavy sleeper and he snores loud, so good luck with that. Probably also a blanket thief. Bounces between staying up all night or falling asleep the second he hits the bed- really it depends on what hes been up to... at least he usually has the manners to take his bloodstained hoodie off before crawling into your bed.. probably kicks in his sleep.. 4/10

Puppeteer

Very hard and very cold, and I don't think he would need to sleep but can if he desires. Wants to be the one cuddled, just make sure to bundle up with some extra blankets so you can stay warm! Doesnt snore but you can hear his joints creak with each movement- you know, puppet stuff.. 5/10, not terrible but not spectacular

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #creepypasta imagine #slenderman x reader #Splendorman x reader #eyeless jack x reader #laughing jack x reader #masky x reader #hoodie x reader #jeff the killer x reader #puppeteer x reader

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bonefall · 5 months

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Favorite rewritten scene from TPB? Any scenes you think would fuck if they were animated? Dont worry why im asking its not important <3

Hmmmm....

Well, BB!TPB is probably the least changed arc to begin with! Better Bones is a project that is basically trying to deliver on the themes I liked in the first 5 books; a flawed society is on the verge of birthing a great monster, a reckoning generations in the making, which can only be saved by the very outcasts their culture seeks to destroy.

So I'm not adding too much to it which isn't just building up the culture some more, adding personality to some background characters (especially mollies), or shoring up cats in ShadowClan.

I've got an old post floating around somewhere about my goals and a basic summary for each book, but here's a MASSIVE ramble about things I plan to add

The three MAJOR cool scenes in here though?

Rusty's Collar

Deerfoot's Sabotauge

Scourge's Collar

Into the Wild: Opening stuff, ThunderClan expansions, Rusty's Collar

For one, DAPPLETAIL has a much bigger role as Firepaw's first teacher. Rusty speaks Townmew; he needs to learn Clanmew.

So I might make the meeting with Graypaw earlier, or just have a bit more of a transitional period where he's "living with a paw in both worlds" before he gets named Firepaw

He also is able to see and take part in some of the Expanded Roles, while still learning Clanmew.

Frostfur is Head of Kitchen Patrol, pregnant, and overworked. Rusty likes her though, he can't always tell what she's saying but he learns she calls him the "Intense Gingerthing (affectionate)" and she's got cool scars

Tigerclaw might be Head of Hunting, or his cousin Willowpelt. Undecided yet; Willowpelt will be taking over after he becomes deputy though.

I forgor who is Construction Head at the moment, probably Mousefur. In any case it's a molly, One-eye has been retired for a long while.

Dappletail is the Educator, naturally, and she hangs out with Ravenpaw and her son Graypaw. Ravenpaw has a habit of telling tall tales.

The adult he's closest to though? Spottedleaf, the Cleric, like a big sister.

IMPORTANT: Rusty's time as a not-apprentice comes to a hard end with his battle against Longtail. Probably because he now understands enough Clanmew to know he's talking shit.

This time though, we're setting up some foreshadowing lads

Unlike other depictions of the collar removal where it's framed like the triumphant moment he enters the Clans, with a beam of sunlight revealing to Bluestar that he is the cat of great prophecy, his collar being snapped off comes with trembling fury and anxiety

He was terrified and angry in that moment! He's been bullied by Longtail, it just came to physical blows, and he was being choked by his collar digging into his throat so he couldn't breathe. When it suddenly SNAPS, he's hacking and coughing, but the whole Clan is cheering at the spectacle, it's like...

He's being told he's just proved himself. The joy of finally getting what he's really wanted, of landing a mark on his bully and being CELEBRATED for it, it starts to wash away the fear and fury.

It's sudden, like whiplash. He's trembling, he's growling, he's smiling. His stomach is rolling and he doesn't know which emotion is turning it.

Then, his collar is buried. He only sees it out of the corner of his eye, Dappletail (someone he likes) digging a little hole and dropping it in. Like getting rid of something dirty. He can't identify the emotion that prickles his heart in that moment, and to his dying day he never learns the word for it.

But it's going to be the same thing he feels, much much later, after the roar of the BloodClan battle has gone quiet and he's staring at the collar he ripped off Scourge. He spared the leader's life and caused the group to retreat... but, looking at that collar, so lovingly studded with trophies not unlike the ivory Clan cats take from boar hunts...

He realizes that it's meaningful. To Scourge. He can't go far enough to admit that his own collar meant something to him... but...

it would be wrong to just discard this. This emotion drives him to eventually approach Scourge and BloodClan again, in the Epilogue, returning the collar as a gift of goodwill and re-opening discussion about Tigerstar's Impossible Deal. These talks open up a new era of peace and trading between Chelford and the White Hart, until TNP brings it to a tragic end.

But anyway!

Ally Expansions + Deerfoot's Sabotage

In an effort to establish that the Clans have unique subcultures, and that the cats within them are unique individuals, BB!TPB needs more positive supporting cast in more than just WindClan.

GATHERINGS NOW HAVE AFTERGATHERINGS. This is like a discreet afterparty, which adult warriors can choose to attend by simply staying behind when their leadership returns home.

Fireheart regularly attends them until the moment he becomes leader.

A few of his friends in other Clans are Aftergathering regulars. Onewhisker, Mosspelt, Wetfoot.

Some others are just occasional visitors. Mistyfoot is brought along by her sis-in-law, Mosspelt, once or twice. Morningflower comes to do some trades.

(at his FIRST aftergathering he gets to meet Carpwhisker and Cinderfur. These two are noted to stop coming when the political tides harden.)

Because this is the Thistle Era, the Aftergathering is much smaller than it will be in a few generations.

They're also still careful to not leak too much information outside of their own Clans, and the ShadowClan cats are even particularly excited at Fireheart's first Aftergathering because it was difficult to regularly attend these while Brokenstar was leader.

DEERFOOT is a MUCH expanded character. Son of Lizardstripe, brother of Runningnose and Tangleburr, Deerfoot is involved in opposing both Brokenstar, and later NIGHTSTAR when he feels he's going against what Deerfoot fought so hard for.

And, most famously and most fatally, he's the head of the TigerClan Rebels.

Much as I like Ravenpaw... he's not getting his cameo at Stonefur's execution. No, I'm not going to be having the HalfClan cats rescued by Graystripe's bad feeling and also Ravenpaw is there. Freeing the prisoners was an action that came from WITHIN TigerClan.

Deerfoot is going to be beseeching Firestar for it. I haven't figured out EXACTLY how yet, but I'm thinking that it's after Darkstripe was exiled (suddenly, Tigerstar no longer has a mole in ThunderClan) and he's able to ask for Firestar's help openly and honestly, and tell him how many cats will need refuge if the plan is successful.

Being leader now, and not JUST a deputy, Firestar has to consider the way it might drag his Clan into conflict with a huge opponent... which Deerfoot assures won't happen, because his forces have a process. Using ochre and onion, they obscure themselves completely. Not a single one's been caught-- besides the ones who were picked up for the "crime" of being HalfClan.

Deerfoot is going to be killed for what he does here, saving so many lives. So he won't pay for the little trick he's going to pull.

While applying Firestar's ochre and onion, just before entering the camp to rescue the HalfClan cats (and finding they've started an execution early-- with Stonefur), Deerfoot draws back to look at his handiwork. Not a single fleck of his bright, unmistakable orange fur is peaking through his disguise.

So he clicks his tongue, "I've missed a spot." With a rub of his paw, the ochre around the ThunderClan leader's eyes is smudged. Just enough that anyone locking with those green eyes would see the fire poking out from beneath.

Later, when Firestar learns of this after Deerfoot's death... he chuckles with equal parts bitterness and admiration. Most of Deerfoot's Rebels had to go right back to living in TigerClan, and knowing Firestar was leading the battle patrol would take suspicion off them... but, knowing his old, lost ally... a bigger part of it was that Deerfoot was hoping that information would reach Tigerstar and BURN into him.

Compassionate and spiteful to the last, that Deerfoot.

Darkest Hour: BloodClan and Scourge's Collar

I think if I was going to rename the individual books, I'd call the last book of BB!TPB "The Moment of Truth."

BloodClan is keeping the way that it's not important until the last book. Aside from an offhanded mention here and there and a run-in with some peons that replace the rats that attack Bluestar, they're not relevant until the moment they're introduced.

I do want to keep how SURPRISING it was to see them suddenly roll up, keep that feeling that they're brutal, unsettling, foreign. When Tigerstar loses his shit on Scourge for not following his order and attempts to kill him, I want to keep how cold, sudden, and BRUTAL that ending was.

But... when Scourge FIRST appears on screen, he looks much different from the Iceheart he will eventually become. He begins to look less "monstrous" and more like a PERSON as Firestar realizes that they're not so different.

Scourge has no pupils at first. His eyes are solid, icy blue.

He also has no mouth when he isn't about to bite, no lip synch when he talks. Like he's just existing ominously onscreen, wind ruffling his spiky, ungroomed fur.

Before the killing of Tigerstar, it's noted that Scourge's speech is odd, and hard to understand. But, you can sort of make out his intent if you listen carefully.

Firestar recognizes that he is speaking Townmew, his own first language.

Tigerstar doesn't really respect him enough to listen, until he barks an order and Scourge tells him, "...My cats move when I command them, and not before."

Like canon, Firestar steps forward to speak with Scourge. Unlike canon, he very intentionally begins speaking Townmew.

ALSO like canon, when Firestar explains Tigerstar's crimes, that he will never honor any bargains he has made, and thus that they can't be trusted, he rolls that Nat20 and Scourge tells him that there will be no battle today as he thinks about this new information.

And, of course, Tigerstar lost his marbles about this. And also his organs

And Scourge is SEETHING. That's his LAST straw. He made a deal and he is NOT being given what he is owed, he tried to gracefully walk away only for Tigerstar to disrespect him for the last time, and he's SICK. AND. TIRED. Of backstabbing, DISHONORABLE CLAN CATS.

And YET. He remains cool. And he tells Firestar directly, "In light of this, I have changed my mind. We will be taking what we are owed. You have three days to leave, or it will come to combat."

Another big change from canon is that no Clan needs to be convinced to fight. It's a battle culture. They were ALWAYS going to win, or die in glorious combat. Running away is not an option in this era-- they believe their eternal reward is up in StarClan.

But Firestar CAN unite them, bring them together to discuss battle plans. And in this first day...

TigerClan is dismantled. Though Leopardstar tries to cling to her newfound leadership of TigerClan; both Shadow and River are clearly tense and demoralized. Anxious and snappish warriors are mulling about the camp.

and STILL, Firestar is dealing with a bunch of cats who are openly disrespecting him.

Even when he reminds them, "YOU brought him to the Forest! Tigerstar's deal was HALF our land and I could pull LionClan out at any time! I'm trying to HELP YOU"

Darkstripe in particular is still here with his little xenophobic jabs. And he is Xenophobic Jabbering.

In spite of the guilt Leopardstar feels, and the resentment that Blackfoot is starting to feel for Tigerstar and the position he's being thrust into, they're still DIFFICULT, not giving Firestar clear answers about if they're going to come talk battle strategies or not.

Firestar can't believe this.

They're really gonna do this. Say that TigerClan can take care of its own problems.

They're just gonna try and hold onto their scraps of pride and charge into battle, NO plan, because they think they're above him.

After ALL OF THIS, EVERYTHING thats happened, the times they've fought and he's won, becoming deputy, even earning the authority of a leader...

They're STILL not taking him seriously.

This prompts Firestar to end up losing it, the "I saw what you did to Stonefur" speech to Blackstar is moved here, addressed to BOTH of them.

But this time, there's even MORE victims. He lists ALL of them, plus the refugees still in his camp.

And they're gonna kill even MORE cats? What? To be the smuggest corpses in the GROUND?

OR MAYBE THE HAPPIEST LITTLE SKULLS ON THEIR STUPID HILL.

It SHUTS them up.

Leopardstar, in particular, clearly haunted by this... her own father, Mudfur, is one of those refugees. And she is staring intently at some of the bones on the hill.

Unfortunately, her remorse will not stick. Distance will make Blackstar more ashamed, but Leopardstar begins to look back with nostalgia.

But FOR NOW? It MATTERS.

Darkstripe comes in with another little comment, and she snaps at him.

Then she turns back on the Bonehill, and says the, "This belongs to a darker time" line.

Firestar also ends up visiting with Barley Sr, Jr, and Ravenpaw. Chatting about reasons why Ravenpaw still doesn't want to come back, even though Tigerstar is gone.

And about BloodClan, as Barley Senior comes from there. Bone is his mother (though due to some timeline things I'm considering her being his sister; and then Hoot and Jumper are littermates OR cousins of Junior.)

Ends up explaining a bit about the history, how it was formed because of Oakstar, the context of the descendant of Oakstar turning on Scourge like that

Plus why Barley Sr left. His time as a solver, the death of Violet Sr, the way BloodClan demands tribute to keep its cats fed.

And while BloodClan has issues... Firestar is realizing... so do the Clans.

Violence, blood feuds, war... xenophobia. He's still seething over that exchange from earlier.

Firestar's anxious over the big fight, and the people he knows he will lose. GOOD people. The battle won't discern the crackerjacks from the jackasses; people he loves will die. He HAS to win. And yet, his feelings towards Scourge feel frustratingly conflicted.

On the second day...

Finally he's getting somewhere with the other four Clans. Everyone's preparing properly, learning how to fight TOGETHER and not just as four separate entities.

But in ShadowClan, he catches POISONS. Runningnose and Blackfoot are planning to go into battle using the same tactics they used against WindClan-- things that won't kill right away, but will cause inevitable infection and kill slowly, and painfully.

And they're showing OTHERS about it, too.

And this UPSETS Firestar

But, AGAIN, he's able to talk to them. They have a point-- if BloodClan is going to use those claw-weapons, they ALSO have an unfair advantage.

Firestar, about to invent Rules of Engagement: "If they weren't going to use them though?"

That's how Firestar ended up in a british back alley. Meeting with BloodClan.

Scourge is cold and polite, as always, makes a comment about him being early.

Firestar tells him about the poisons, how he's seen them be used before, and how they will kill slowly,

Scourge is torn... at first, thinking it might be a lie, but then the shock of what might happen sets in. He asks, "and why would you warn us about this?"

"Because it's the right thing to do. We're fighting for our home and you're fighting for your promise; It should be a fair fight."

"which means you're reigning them in, then?"

Nods, "If you use the claw extenders, they're going to use an unfair advantage of their own"

As they dig deeper into the conversation, Scourge loses his patience.

"Enough. I've heard enough lies from Clan cats, forest fool. You untrustworthy lot NEVER uphold your end of the bargain, you come here to weaken us but we will not be tricked by a dishonorable foe ever again."

It's starting to hit Firestar now. Scourge... is kinda right.

He's RIGHT to be so distrustful of Clan cats. To think they're dishonorable. He's seen them all himself; liars, hypocrites, cowards, all of them allowing EVIL things to be done to innocent cats.

The pause seems to last days, but it's clear to Scourge he's thinking deeply about what he said.

When Firestar looks up he tells him, "I understand. But I am honorable."

Scourge laughs at that. The whole alley does.

But he stands firm. He will uphold HIS end. "And when you come tomorrow, you will see that I've held my people to it."

"Then you're a greater fool than I thought, weakening yourself."

"Tigerstar believed that honor made us weak," he says with defiance, "and you killed him. I buried him. Now he is dead; don't choose to keep his memory alive."

AND ON THE THIRD AND LAST DAY

When they all come to face off at Fourtrees, it is seen, most of BloodClan is not wearing their extenders.

And most of the Clan cats do not have deathberry-red claws.

There are just some. On both sides.

Scourge is not one of them. His claws are his own

Fire and Scourge step foward in the center, their armies behind them.

Scourge quietly points out the irony in a hushed tone, for what he is about to say could have offended either army;

"Two fools, alike in their dignity. Perhaps in another time we would have been Brothers-in-Honor, you and I."

Brother-in-Honor = Townmew term for someone who unites you through a shared, noble cause.

But Firestar is done. He had to say goodbye to many of his cats this morning, he doesn't know who will live and who will die. The Warriors stand behind him, proud and noble, but terrified to their core. He knows this.

This is their HOME. And he is the holy leader of ThunderClan, bearing the fragment of a star within him.

He's lost his patience, and his sympathy. When he responds, it's loud enough for both armies to hear. (Note: Ever so slightly performative)

"Last chance, Scourge! One step further, and you'll meet the full might of the Warrior Clans."

"Two fools," the little cat laments, "One far more foolish than the other!"

He screeches for BloodClan to attack, and like canon, Firestar loses track of Scourge in the torrent of angry cats

Battle otherwise goes very similar to canon. Out of left field, Darkstripe turns on Firestar with deathberry-red claws, furious and embarassed that he took Tigerstar away and prevented them all from fighting with "every advantage"

Graystripe. One-Man Firestar Defense Squad, body checks him and kills him, trembling in disbelief and immediate regret over his brother's body

Whitestorm loses his fight with Bone and falls, bleeding, to the ground

As he dies, he tells Firestar to let go of his grudges. He was wronged, he was hurt, but please don't let that stop him from making the right choice. Longtail should be deputy.

Firestar announces Longtail is his deputy right there.

The apprentices dogpile Bone in revenge, though I also wouldn't mind changing it. In any case, Bone's dead before Willowpelt can even realize her mate is gone

When he finally sees Scourge again, they grapple ferociously until the little cat breaks loose

Trying to avoid the grallocking move that ended Tigerstar in a blow and not knowing Scourge can't do that without his claw extenders, he pulls back and leaves himself wide open for a vicious transverse slash

He's split open from neck to arm, he can feel himself bleeding out

Scourge looks at him with pity but says nothing, flicking his claws like he's wicking the blood from a sword.

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Firestar's vision fades into flashing stars and bursts into the silver-and-blue lights of StarClan

He sees the faces of everyone who he's lost, everyone he couldn't save. Spottedleaf who died in a raid. Stonefur whose execution came too soon. Pikepaw who refused to take refuge with his mother. That old bastard Deerfoot. Whitestorm whose blood is replaced with fresh stars.

Yellowfang comes forward, threading constellations like stitches through his gash, snipping at him to stop wriggling like a worm. Spottedleaf is also helping in a way he doesn't understand, licking his fur the wrong way and returning his lost blood like a Mi returns warmth to a cold kitten.

He smiles, filled with the wonderful sensation of a Sharing of Stars, until it hits him again that he needs to go back

Hmm.. maybe ill have it so Whitestorm had no last words and he gives them here. "Don't let the grudges of the past ruin the future. Make the choices you know are right."

Bring the theme together; he was talking about Longtail, but Firestar interprets it differently.

And when he wakes up in his body, gash aching but skillfully closed by the best healers he ever knew, he feels like they filled his veins with a lion's blood.

He grins, a mixture of humor and righteous fury. He didn't know Scourge's tricks, but he doesn't know HIS either.

Scourge has his back turned, focused on Onewhisker who's cowering in front of him. Firestar bowls into him, catching him off guard

"You! You died! I killed you!"

"I played dead."

With a second bolt of strength, Scourge tries to turn it around and they tumble, hissing and spitting, but the little cat doesn't get a second chance

He's pinned like prey, one paw holding his head and the other pulling down his shoulder, growling like an animal with its neck exposed for a brutal killing bite

Firestar lunges down and Scourge screeches, a horrible crack of teeth on bone quiets the battlefield

And then a SNAP

The sun glimmers on the bloodstained collar's fangs, one of the teeth cracked by Firestar's jaws, as he throws it behind him

Scourge's face is truly apparent to Firestar for the first time, his icy eyes wide with astonishment

Firestar recites the beautiful words that had once been made hollow by hypocrisy, "A true warrior does NOT need kill to win their battles," but he presses his paw into Scourge's pulse as a warning, "DO they?!"

He lifts his paw, and Scourge calls for BloodClan to retreat

Though the warriors are shocked at first, they saw his collar ripped off and his black fur soaked in his own blood, and understood they were losing

Just as united as any Forest Four following the command of a leader, each warrior disentangled as quickly as possible and streamed out behind their bolting leader

Some warriors ran after them to chase them out, and came back a few minutes later

And just like that, it was over. They were gone.

But, that collar is laying there, in the light of the setting sun. The inner fabric is purple, covered in a layer of red and brown from a mix of fresh and dry blood. Various teeth poke through, which he now realizes are from various predators.

Firestar gazes at it and feels Rusty's heart beating. He has that strange, indescribable feeling again.

It's... just like Clan cat hunting trophies, yes. It's a valuable, meaningful object to Scourge. It's a spoil of war made of spoils of war. That's why it's stirring his chest, surely. There's something... deeper to this item. It shouldn't be discarded; this item needs to be kept safe.

Or, perhaps, returned.

From there, the epilogue is gravy. When Firestar arrives in the alley again, this time flanked by several cats, Scourge is still recovering from his many injuries. He feels like he's been seeing Firestar's face too often-- and then the collar is gently placed on the ground.

Just like Firestar expected, there's an energy that washes over the gathered cats, and even the unreadable Scourge now seems awestruck by the gesture. The collar was something greater than just a collar; though Firestar couldn't remember if he had ever been told what a BloodClan collar represented.

Speaking, again, in Townmew, he explains that Tigerstar made Scourge an Impossible Deal, which the treacherous tyrant never meant to honor in the first place. But he is dead. BloodClan cannot have the territory and the Clan cats have won it fairly-- but what CAN we do for you? What were you seeking?

The answer was so simple that it was almost sickening. That they'd come to blows, and cats had died, over something that could have been worked out so easily. BloodClan had plenty of food from the humans' excess and hunting in the wilderness was not a skill they ever had anyway. What they wanted was materials.

Wood. Flowers and herbs. A chance to walk along the hiking trail and see the giant trees. Maybe the occasional piece of prey they didn't have access to in the town, like squirrels and frogs.

So, for a while. There was peace in the Forest, bringing the Tiger Era to a definitive close and beginning the fruitful, but short-lived Fire Era.

So! Them's the major changes. Take your pick of the scene you think is coolest, personally I've got a thing for Firestar ripping off Scourge's collar.

#BB!TPB #Better Bones AU #BB!Firestar #BB!Iceheart #BB!Scourge #Minor edit: Got possessed with more dialogue for the scourge confrontation scene

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bobacupcake · 11 months

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Oooh, what about Journey? I think the sand probably took a lot to pull off

it did!! i watched a video about it, god, like 6 years ago or something and it was a very very important thing for them to get just right. this is goimg to be a longer one because i know this one pretty extensively

here's the steps they took to reach it!!

and heres it all broken down:

so first off comes the base lighting!! when it comes to lighting things in videogames, a pretty common model is the lambert model. essentially you get how bright things are just by comparing the normal (the direction your pixel is facing in 3d space) with the light direction (so if your pixel is facing the light, it returns 1, full brightness. if the light is 90 degrees perpendicular to the pixel, it returns 0, completely dark. and pointing even further away you start to go negative. facing a full 180 gives you -1. thats dot product baybe!!!)

but they didnt like it. so. they just tried adding and multiplying random things!!! literally. until they got the thing on the right which they were like yeah this is better :)

you will also notice the little waves in the sand. all the sand dunes were built out of a heightmap (where things lower to the ground are closer to black and things higher off the ground are closer to white). so they used a really upscaled version of it to map a tiling normal map on top. they picked the map automatically based on how steep the sand was, and which direction it was facing (east/west got one texture, north/south got the other texture)

then its time for sparkles!!!! they do something very similar to what i do for sparkles, which is essentially, they take a very noisy normal map like this and if you are looking directly at a pixels direction, it sparkles!!

this did create an issue, where the tops of sand dunes look uh, not what they were going for! (also before i transition to the next topic i should also mention the "ocean specular" where they basically just took the lighting equation you usually use for reflecting the sun/moon off of water, and uh, set it up on the sand instead with the above normal map. and it worked!!! ok back to the tops of the sand dunes issue)

so certain parts just didnt look as they intended and this was a result of the anisotropic filtering failing. what is anisotropic filtering you ask ?? well i will do my best to explain it because i didnt actually understand it until 5 minutes ago!!!! this is going to be the longest part of this whole explanation!!!

so any time you are looking at a videogame with textures, those textures are generally coming from squares (or other Normal Shapes like a healthy rectangle). but ! lets say you are viewing something from a steep angle

it gets all messed up!!! so howww do we fix this. well first we have to look at something called mip mapping. this is Another thing that is needded because video game textures are generally squares. because if you look at them from far away, the way each pixel gets sampled, you end up with some artifacting!!

so mip maps essentially just are the original texture, but a bunch of times scaled down Properly. and now when you sample that texture from far away (so see something off in the distance that has that texture), instead of sampling from the original which might not look good from that distance, you sample from the scaled down one, which does look good from that distance

ok. do you understand mip mapping now. ok. great. now imagine you are a GPU and you know exactly. which parts of each different mip map to sample from. to make the texture look the Absolute Best from the angle you are looking at it from. how do you decide which mip map to sample, and how to sample it? i dont know. i dont know. i dont know how it works. but thats anisotropic filtering. without it looking at things from a steep angle will look blurry, but with it, your GPU knows how to make it look Crisp by using all the different mip maps and sampling them multiple times. yay! the more you let it sample, the crisper it can get. without is on the left, with is on the right!!

ok. now. generally this is just a nice little thing to have because its kind of expensive. BUT. when you are using a normal map that is very very grainy like the journey people are, for all the sparkles. having texture fidelity hold up at all angles is very very important. because without it, your textures can get a bit muddied when viewing it from any angle that isnt Straight On, and this will happen

cool? sure. but not what they were going for!! (16 means that the aniso is allowed to sample the mip maps sixteen times!! thats a lot)

but luckily aniso 16 allows for that pixel perfect normal map look they are going for. EXCEPT. when viewed from the steepest of angles. bringing us back here

so how did they fix this ? its really really clever. yo uguys rmemeber mip maps right. so if you have a texture. and have its mip maps look like this

that means that anything closer to you will look darker, because its sampling from the biggest mip map, and the further away you get, the lighter the texture is going to end up. EXCEPT !!!! because of aisononotropic filtering. it will do the whole sample other mip maps too. and the places where the anisotropic filtering fail just so happen to be the places where it starts sampling the furthest texture. making the parts that fail that are close to the camera end up as white!!!

you can see that little ridge that was causing problems is a solid white at the tip, when it should still be grey. so they used this and essentially just told it not to render sparkles on the white parts. problem solved

we arent done yet though because you guys remember the mip maps? well. they are causing their own problems. because when you shrink down the sparkly normal map, it got Less Sparkly, and a bit smooth. soooo . they just made the normal map mip maps sharper (they just multipled them by 2. this just Worked)

the Sharp mip maps are on the left here!!

and uh... thats it!!!! phew. hope at least some of this made sense

#trappedinavelociraptor #ask #potion of answers your question #gamedev stuff

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aliceinborderlandsquidgame · 6 months

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Yandere Sangwoo in the games

AU (two can live at the end) - Mentions of killing - Manipulation - NSFW - Jealous!Sangwoo - Mentions of Death -

Yandere in games Sangwoo its a beast for the rest and a big softie for you.

You two know each other from college and Sangwoo always had a crush on you but never acted on it.

He tought being your friend was enough and he got to know your deepest secrets, but as soon as he saw how he could do other things with you if you two were together he started to get jealous and separated himself from you during last years.

This was to keep himself from going after your partner and punch them for hurting you or him getting delusional by your constant show of emotions towards him.

When he sees you in the games his mind its one thing: protect

Even if you are mad at him by how he cut you off without you knowing the reason he still makes you be part of his "team" (he needs to thank Gi-hun since he was the one to convince you).

But oh hell, you just made a Friends with the others so quickly-

He wants nothing but to put a knife on their necks.

He gives you small hints for the games, taking your hand by his forcefully making you go for the circle in the honey game.

Yes you are angry at him but Sangwoo is thinking in your survival (and his) and also thinking how good your hand feels against his. How soft your skin his and how cute you are when you press your hand around his when the game its announced.

Still....you are dense and dont let the pass go easily. So you end ignoring him most of the time. You tried once to get the reason of why he stopped taking to you but Sangwoo said it was not the time to talk about it.

So you go back to ignore him.

However one night he decides to go back to your bed. Laying down with you after one particular hard game, using your vulnerable state to whisper sweet words to help you feel less scared.

You just happened to lose one friend in the marble game and now you are too tired and sad to understand things. So of course you let Sangwoo in your bed. You let him pull you towards him, he kisses the back of your neck and ear making you shiver. He would use one hand to caress your belly imagining a life with you an a child in the future.

As some times passes you will find yourself trusting him more. Sangwoo ends being your shadow and your brain. Literally, he is the one who takes the decisions and does not let you say anything.

When the game of the glass PUENTE came you saw how Sangwoo pushed that men. You two fought over it like a married couple him saying it was to protect you but you still blame him as a murder.

And Sangwoo ends mad but somehow aroused by your strong persobality and convictions so he takes your hand and makes you go to the batrhoom with him with the excuse that is to wash the blood but its to fuck you inside one of the stalls.

Truly, you are not sure if you want him like this but at the feeling of his hot brath against your neck and his demanding kisses. His fingers touching you nice and fast hitting your weak spot and then his hard dick ending inside you and how he tells you how much he has dream about this and how nice you feel around him. You dont even notice when he cums inside you till later that night after the nice dinner they gave you.

Since you two are being so loved by the rich people seeing the games its decided two can win.

So now you have to fight off Gi-hun and Sae-byeok something that does not set down with you till you see Sangwoo killing her once Gi-hun its knocked down on the floor, blood coming out from his head.

And so the game ends. You two are drugged again and left on a cold park together. Sangwoo its the first to wake up and would quickly check his account and make you check yours. Since you are too stunned to do anything Sangwoo will use this chance to take you back to his aparent. He knows you will be mad at him for the next weeks so he needs to have you by his side so he can convince you that he is the best choice you have (you dont have one) and that you need him. Because who is going to believe you about the games? For sure you will need someone to talk to.

Basically, bond by trauma and manipulation. I can see him getting you to see his mother (who you already knew) telling her you two are an item and since you cant bring yourself to break the poor humans heart you will you accept your fate by Sangwoo side.

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Notes: this was so long and took me so much energy guys :,)

#squid game imagines #squid game x y/n #squid game x reader #sangwoo x y/n #sangwoo x reader

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mystar-girl57 · 1 year

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𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐦

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 || 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

Summary: widowed!jake sully x fem!reader

Warnings: reader has Thalassophobia (phobia of oceans/deep and large bodies of water), argument, reader nearly panicking, sad Tuk

Comments: I’m gonna say right now I’ve done so much research and I cannot find what the Metkayina sleep on 😭. I dont know if its hammocks or cots or whatever but someone please tell me if they know. Also if you can listen to the song Meadow Lands by A.J. Meadow towards the end of the chapter it really helped inspire the ending/setting

Today was your first official day in Awa'atlu, which meant today would be your first day learning the ways of the water with the Metkayina. The roar of the ocean filled your ears as you made your way outside of your marui pod. The kids were already gone having left with Tsireya and her older brother Aonung after breakfast and Jake left not much long after with Tonowari leaving you alone. At first you were confused, how come you had not gone with either group? Surely you too needed to learn their ways so that you would not be useless like Tonowari said. But the more you thought of it your selfish side assured you that this would be fine, you staying back.

But that moment was unfortunately short lived, your ears perked up to the sound of your name being called. You did not need to turn around to know who it was. Ronal. When you finally shifted to look at her she stood there with her usual reserved and powerful demeanor. She was the true definition of a power leader in your eyes. Someone that you knew you could only dream to be half of.

“Come,” she ordered, “it is time for us to begin.”

Just as you expected the woman made a beeline to the beach and continued to walk to the water. You however hung back, watching as the waves forced themself up on shore and slapped down onto the sand before fizzling out and drawing back into the water to recharge for the next wave. You wanted to go to the water, you truly did to show Ronal you were not the weak omatikayan she thought you to be but the more you thought about the ocean and what could happen to you should you enter the firmer you planted your four toes in the sand.

“Are you coming?” The tsahìk asked, raising a brow. When you did not move she let out an impatient huff. “If you are to learn our ways you must get in the water.”

Ronal walked away from the water, her large tail lashing slightly behind her as she got behind you. At first you did not understand what she was about to do but when Ronal put her hands on your back and gave you a shove to the water you caught on. “No- No.” you muttered and tried to brace your feet in the sand to push against her but she was strong. Stronger than any omatikayan woman or man that you had come across and you had a feeling that she was not even using her full strength to push your lithe body closer to the water.

With each push the tsahìk gave the more panicked you felt. Just as the water splashed against your toes you moved out of her way causing Ronal to stumble in surprise. You were panting, your ears pinned back. Your tail lashed nervously behind you as you shook steps back from the water and from the woman.

“I am- I am sorry but I cannot. I- I cannot go in the water.” You were fumbling for your words as you tried to block out the sounds of the waves breaking beside you. This is the closest you had come to the water and it petrified you. “I am truly sorry.”

Ronal was quiet as she stood up to her full height and brushed the sand off of her body. She looked at you with the same firm eyes as she had done the day before when you arrived, but this time she was not judging what was on the outside, she was studying what was on the inside.

“Ewya warned me about you.” She spoke after a while, coming closer. “She told me all the secrets that you keep,” Ronal placed a hand on your chest by your heart once she was close enough, “the storm that is swirling inside you. You have made her angry.”

Your ears twitched at her words, she was just like Mo’at telling you that Ewya was somehow upset with you. Did you ever make your deity happy?

“You are afraid.” Ronal continued moving her hand away from you. “You look at the water and only see danger, death, evil. You do not see it for its good, its nurturing.” You could not help but scoff. You had not grown up to by the water as Ronal had, you were not desensitized to it like she was.

“How do you expect to live here, become one of the Metkayina if you cannot swim? If you cannot learn to value the ocean?” Ronal continued to question.

That last question was what got you. You never wanted to be here, this was not your home! You belonged in the forest, hidden in the dark brush, kept cool by the shade the various plants provided. You were meant to race along the forest floor ‘till your heart's content. You were never meant to swim in the ocean, diving for shells and fish. You were only here because of a mate that you never wanted, you could have stayed back at High Camp and gone back to what was once your life of freedom. But those kids. Those four wonderous Sully children were the reason why you did not resist coming. You loved them and Neytiri too much to leave them helpless and alone in a world they were not familiar with. But of course you could not say any of this Ronal. She would have realized that you and Jake were not a true pair and who knows what would have happened then.

You felt an unpleasant feeling bubbling up in your stomach the longer you looked at Ronal. It felt alien compared to the usual calmness that floated through you. This feeling felt like someone had lit a raging fire in you and all the ugliness and admange that the uncontrolled fire caused threatened to come out. So instead of speaking you simply glared at Ronal.

This glaring contest between the two of you went on for several long seconds before you muttered a na’vi curse and turned away walking away from the beach and Ronal.

That night as you sat in tha Marui pod with the Sully’s the kids were excitedly chattering about their day with Olo'eyktan’s children, all they had learned about the water and the creatures that inhabit it.

“And they ride these little water animals called Ilus!” Tuk explained to you with twinkling eyes. “Tsireya showed us how to connect with them and ride them through the water! It was so easy! Though Lo’ak fell off instantly.” At her words Kiri and Neteyam burst out laughing, jabbing at their little brother while Lo’ak rolled his eyes. “The current was strong.” Lo’ak defended hotly, his cheeks coloring in embarrassment. “Oh and he and Tsireya got along really well.” Kiri smirked and her brother’s face grew even darker with embarrassment as he went to swing at her but his sister dodged. “Oh hush up Skxawng!” He hissed.

You chuckled “Okay, okay, settle.” And the kids were still giggling at Lo’ak. “So I hear that Dad tried to ride one of the Tsuraks.” Kiri spoke, trying to drum up another conversation. You glanced at Jake sitting across from you and by the look of his face it did not go well. “And that he wiped out like Lo’ak.” More laughter filled the marui pod and this time you could not help but join in. “Like father like son Aye baby brother?” Neteyam teased.

Jake rolled his eyes and looked to you before clearing your throat and saying your name causing you to look up. “And word from Tonorwari is that you did not even want to get in the water.” There was no laughter that followed his words as the attention was directed on you. You took a sip of your water and cleared your throat. “Well I had other things to tend to.” You lied with a hard stare to Jake, your eyes telling him to drop it.

“Why did you not get in the water Mama?” Tuk asked innocently not reading how uncomfortable you were with everyone’s eyes on you. Thankfully Kiri caught on and nudged Neteyam who got the message and instantly stood up. “I am so sorry but we need to go, Tsireya and the others wanted to show us something at the beach come eclipse.” Neteyam hastily said pulling up Lo’ak who looked beyond confused.

“We’ll be back soon!” Kiri called, leading the way out the door with a protesting Tuk in her arms.

When the kids were out it was back to silence. It was just you and Jake sitting on opposite sides of the fire, the light dancing across your faces casting long shadows behind you on the marui’s woven walls. You felt the feeling bloom in your stomach once more and your ears went down.

“Why are you like this?” You asked, setting your food down in front of you.

“Why am I like what?” Jake parroted, his tone shifting to annoyance.

“You know exactly what I am talking about!” You spat, “Always out to make sure that I trip and fall and make a fool of myself in front of others! The children did not need to know that I did not go in the water! They know that something is wrong! Look at the way that they rushed out!” It was early in the argument for you to raise your voice but with Ronal and him now Tonorwari getting into your business you had had about enough of it.

“The kids are going to see their friends, they told us.” Jake replied and your eye twitched.

“You know you really are a Skxawng.” You growled. This was your first time ever name calling someone out of pure anger and usually hated it but right now you felt nothing but satisfaction to let your feelings out a the thunder began to rumble outside.

“Watch it.” Jake warned with a growl but you kept on standing up to your full height.

“No. We are supposed to be mated” You make air quotes around the word, “and we have not even done with which I am completely fine with. I would not dare give myself up for someone who does not want me but you could at least be decent and treat me with some respect.”

“Treat you with some respect?,” Jake repeated with disbelief as he stood up. “What more respect do you want! I hunt for you I protect you! I let you be here with our kids! I-” he was at a loss for words as he put his hand to his hair. “You don’t love me and I don’t love you so what is the problem here?” He demanded

You were doing all you could to keep that bubbling in your stomach from crawling up your throat as the thunder got more fierce outside followed by rain but the change in weather went unnoticed by the two of you. “In case you have forgotten, your kids do not know that we never mated! They believe that we went through with it that we are mated by Ewya when all that we have genuinely shared between each other was whatever that hand grabbing thing that you did fifteen years ago!”

Jake ran a hand down his face, “First It is called a handshake and second I didn’t know that the na’vi saw it as a sign of aggression but I still taught you how to do it!”

You could tell just walking in the room how tense it was, that you were both holding back what you truly wanted to say. “Look, let us agree on something.” Your voice was now dangerously calm as you tried to not lose it. “We only tolerate each other because we both love your kids and that is it. You have no right to be poking into my personal life that is reserved for my mate.”

Jake’s ears simply twitched as the rain came crashing down in the sky and the kids came running back in and soaked but neither of you batted an eye. Your tails flicked and both kept staring at each other with angry eyes.

“Mom? Dad?” Kiri’s concerned voice cut through which instantly ended your angry staring contest. You both turned your heads to the soaked children and you frowned. “You did not go in the water this late did you?” You asked going to get a thick and fuzzy blanket (Jake called it a towel) to wrap around Kiri and Tuk then two for Neteyam and Lo’ak as they shivered. Tuk sneezed as her body shook from the cold.

“It is raining outside,” Kiri explained as you took Tuk from her and cradled her against you trying to warm her up. “It came out of nowhere, it felt angry, not cleansing, not like how storms usually feel.”

You felt a rush of guilt. These poor kids had left the pod to get away from the yelling match that you and Jake were having, leaving them out in the cold rain. Lo’ak who seemed to be shivering as bad as Tuk was beside you and you pulled him close.

Your ears were down, the fire in you extinguished. You had no idea what was going on with you lately. You were usually so calm, able to take any insult or hurtful action with ease without reacting. But since you had come out here you felt an anger inside you. Pent up aggression, you wanted to scream. Scream at Jake, at Mo’at, yell at Ronal and maybe cuss at Ewya. This feeling scared you and you held the two a little tighter to stop your own shaking.

It was not much later that the kids were put to bed. You walked over to where Tuk and Kiri lay and you pulled the blankets up and pressed the sides closer to their bodies, making sure they were tucked in. It was still raining outside but the thunder had stopped and the rain had receded to a drizzle.

Tuk’s eyes cracked open feeling the blankets move and when she saw it was you she yawned and rubbed her eyes. “Mama?” She whispered letting you know she was awake.

“Sorry yawnetu,” you whispered, sitting down beside the pallet. “I did not mean to wake you.” But Tuk shook her head at your apology. “It’s fine mama.” You nodded and leaned down to kiss her forehead, “Thank you darling, now get some sleep.”

You went to stand back up but Tuk grabbed your wrist making you turn with a frown. “Is everything okay?” You asked wondering if she was in some sort of pain as the youngest sully looked up at you with those big yellow eyes. “Is everything okay between you and Dad?”

You felt your heart squeeze at her words and you tried to think of something believable to soothe her fears though you hated lying to her. “Everything is fine Tuk,” you whispered sitting back down, “sometimes Mommies and Daddies get stressed and they do not know how to deal with that stress and they say things that they do not mean.” You tried to explain but Tuk was not satisfied. “But what about you with the water? Why did you not go in?”

Great. Another question you did not know how to answer. You knew that each question that Tuk asked was an innocent one, she did not know what emotions hid behind each word.

You sighed and rubbed her forehead and braids gently. “Sometimes I get scared,” you admitted. “everyone does, even adults and this was just one of those times.”

“Do you think you will ever get in?” Tuk continued to press on.

You shrugged your shoulders, “We will just have to see.” Before the little Sully had another chance to ask a question you tucked her back in and kissed her forehead. “Now get some sleep,” you whispered.

When you made sure she had laid down and her eyes were closed you went to check on the boys before looking over at jake who was laying on one side of the pallet that the two of you were meant to share. You could not find it in you to walk over and lay down beside him so instead you made your way outside of the marui pod.

The rain had come to an end when you stepped out, Polyphemus and its moons could now be seen in the sky, hanging among the stars. The bridge dipped and bounced as you walked along, taking your time soaking up the peace. Every so often you could catch soft snores coming from a marui pod where a family lay.

Kept on the path all the way down to a dead. The village was so much more peaceful at night, all the plants and animals glowing as their bioluminescent lights came to life when the eclipse came. The water looked less inviting however. It had gone from a transparent emerald to a murky black. No glowing animals insight.

Getting ready to turn back around and head to your marui there was a splash in the water causing you to whip your head around on high alert. But what made the sound was anything but dangerous. It was a smiling image ilu. Of course the only way that you knew this was from Tuk telling you what they looked like,with their long dark bodies and colorful splotches. This one matched her description to a T, even down to the two sets of orange eyes that it had.

It made a clicking sound followed by some high pitched whines, it was trying to talk to you urging you to come over. You looked at it hesitantly, your ears going down, what if it pulled you in and dragged you under? But the longer it looked at you with its four kind eyes you felt at ease and almost curious about it. Taking a small step forward and it gave a click, sounding like it was happy and its smile seemed to widen. It followed you with its eyes until you were at the edge and sat down.

It clicked and dove down into the water and back up. The bubbles it made glowed a bright blue and little pink and orange fish started to appear. Your eyes widened in wonder as everything began to light up. The ilu came back up clicking at you and nodded to the now lit up water.

You stiffened realizing it wanted you to go in and you backed up some. The ilu tilted its head confused and gently did the water up at you, the droplets splashing on you causing you to retract even further. Then it understood. It nodded some and put its head up beside you as a way of apologizing. It gave a quier click and whine, its big eyes connecting with yours.

You sighed looking down at your hands, “I am sorry,” you whispered, your vision becoming blurred with tears. “I am too much of a coward.” You hung your head in shame, the tears spilling over and dropping down onto your lap. You wished you could just get over what happened all those years ago, then it would be easier but you just could not bring yourself to get in.

Standing back up, Ilu clicked and you glanced back at it. “I am sorry friend.” Was all you could say before hurring away, leaving the ilu and the glowing fish at the end of the bridge.

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crimson-kisses · 5 months

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Heyy, how about an platonic germany and prussia with a younger sibling? Like a micronation or a country!

Thanks for taking your time. we love your content, dont forget to rest!! 🌷🌷

Aw thank you so much for the lovely kind words :’) lifts my spirits up fr - I believe this concept has been done already, but nonetheless I will try and keep this rather short and simple. 🌻

Warnings: yandere themes, toxic relationships and the like.

Guidance

Perhaps you are a small protectorate state situated between Switzerland and Germany or between Austria and Germany. The region you represent is nestled amidst the aftermath of a war-ravaged battlefield, a testament to the turmoil that has unfolded. It is within this backdrop that Gilbert and Ludwig, two German brothers, stumble upon you, a young child in need of protection.

Recognizing the fragility of your situation, both Gilbert and Ludwig take it upon themselves to safeguard you. Gilbert, with a sense of duty and compassion, becomes your primary caretaker, ensuring your well-being and providing the nurturing support that you require. His presence brings a sense of warmth and stability, assuring you that you are not alone in this world.

Ludwig, on the other hand, takes a more reserved approach initially, keeping a watchful eye from the sidelines. His role extends beyond your immediate care, as he assumes the responsibility of handling any diplomatic tensions that may arise due to your presence. Aware of the delicate nature of political relationships in the region, Ludwig acts as a mediator, striving to maintain a delicate balance and protect the interests of your small state.

Both brothers understand the importance of their roles and the need to balance each other out. Gilbert's nurturing nature and hands-on approach provide you with a sense of security and guidance, while Ludwig's diplomatic prowess and watchful eye ensure the stability and political viability of your protectorate.

As time passes, Gilbert and Ludwig grow more attuned to the challenges and responsibilities that come with protecting you. They strive to provide you with the best possible future amidst the backdrop of the war-torn region.

Gilbert takes on the role of a tough mentor, providing discipline and rigorous tutoring. He has an obnoxious side to him, but he believes in pushing you to reach your full potential. He sets high standards and expects you to meet them, sometimes pushing you outside of your comfort zone. While his methods might be strict, they are aimed at helping you grow and succeed.

On the other hand, Ludwig, despite also being strict, has a gentler approach compared to his elder brother. He recognizes the importance of balance and ensures that you have time to relax and unwind. Ludwig understands the need for affection and emotional support, even if he finds it awkward to express it himself. He creates a safe space for you, where you can find solace and feel cared for.

As you grow older, Gilbert begins to loosen up his strict demeanor. He sees your progress and development, and he becomes more supportive and encouraging. He realizes that while discipline is important, it's equally important to have an environment that allows you to thrive and feel supported.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig work together to shield you from the feeling of isolation. They go above and beyond to ensure that you never truly feel alone. They create a sense of belonging and make you feel part of a loving and nurturing family, despite the challenges and isolation that may surround your small territory.

While you may not fully grasp the extent of your isolation, it is because Gilbert and Ludwig actively work to shield you from it. They make sure that you have a support system and a sense of belonging, so that you can grow and flourish in your unique circumstances. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can thrive, even in the face of isolation.

Gilbert also takes on the role of keeping you occupied with various activities, often in a random and chaotic manner. He teaches you different things and shares altered visions of what he considers necessary for you to know.

Ludwig, on the other hand, assumes the responsibility of handling more manipulative tasks. He deals with any external threats or individuals who might be prying too much into your affairs. Ludwig ensures that the surveillance technology in place is functioning properly, protecting your privacy and security.

Gilbert's focus is primarily on your education and keeping you engaged. He creates an environment of constant stimulation and learning, even if it may seem chaotic at times. Meanwhile, Ludwig works behind the scenes, safeguarding your interests and ensuring that your privacy is protected.

While their approaches may differ, Gilbert and Ludwig collaborate to provide a balance of education and protection. Gilbert's random and chaotic activities keep you on your toes, fostering a sense of curiosity and adaptability. Ludwig's surveillance and protective measures ensure that you are shielded from external threats and unwanted intrusions.

Gilbert and Ludwig provide you with a unique upbringing, where you are constantly learning, protected, and shielded from excessive interference. Their combined efforts create an environment where you can grow and develop, while also maintaining control.

Ludwig makes sure to keep reminding you of your young age, often making you feel anxious and worried about potential dangers in the world. He subtly plays with your mind, gently coaxing you to think negatively and suspiciously about your surroundings, it also brings about unease within you.

Despite this, Ludwig also provides you with an outlet for conversation, allowing you to discuss any topic you desire. Similar to Gilbert, he possesses a wealth of knowledge and diverse interests, which proves beneficial when you express your own interests. Ludwig's vast knowledge allows for engaging discussions and opportunities for you.

Ludwig's approach is tinged with a level of mental manipulation, the constant reminder of your vulnerability and the negative perspective he encourages fills you anxiety and a sense of distrust.

Both Gilbert and Ludwig still play significant roles in your upbringing. Gilbert keeps you occupied with various activities and teaches you, while Ludwig's conversations and knowledge expand your horizons.

Both of them provide you with access to various forms of entertainment and resources, such as books, movies, PlayStation, and games. They ensure that you have a means to satisfy your wants and desires within reasonable limits. While you won't be completely cut off from the outside world, they encourage a level of dependence on them for your wants and needs.

By carefully managing your access to resources and creating an environment where they fulfill most, if not all, of your wants and needs, Gilbert and Ludwig foster a sense of reliance on them. They want you to view them as the primary providers and caretakers, ensuring that you turn to them for support and assistance.

All of you will have a house in the countryside, providing a sense of isolation from the outside world. They allocate a significant portion of the house to you, allowing you the freedom to shape it according to your preferences. They encourage you to make the space your own, to design and decorate it to your liking.

Within the boundaries that they establish for your safety and well-being, Gilbert and Ludwig happily support your decisions and desires for the house. Whether it's choosing the colors, arranging the furniture, or adding personal touches, they want you to feel a sense of ownership and comfort in your living space.

Since this scenario is set in modern times, it is likely that the relationship between you, Gilbert, and Ludwig would indeed have a lighthearted tone due to your young age, given your upbringing and the support provided by Gilbert and Ludwig.

Gilbert, as the caring and affectionate figure, would likely engage in various activities with you, such as games, adventures, or creative projects. He would create a cheerful and nurturing environment, where adventures are common occurrences. His goal would be to ensure that you have an enjoyable experience.

Ludwig, while potentially more reserved, would still find ways to interact with you in a lighthearted manner. He might encourage intellectual pursuits, engage in stimulating conversations, or introduce you to new experiences. Despite his serious nature, he would recognize the importance of fostering easement within you.

Though as you grow older, you might begin to question certain aspects of your upbringing and notice differences between your life and that of others. You may wonder why some of your friends are suddenly missing and why you don't attend school with other kids. You might also notice that you don't have the same possessions or experiences as your peers, leading to feelings of curiosity, confusion, frustration or a sense of missing out.

Your dear brothers are fully aware of the confusion you are experiencing and have already prepared to have a conversation with you when you turn to them crying about it. Always running to them for support and affection.

You truly were so naive, just as they preferred you to be.

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todorokis-girl · 5 days

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I Never Knew You Were Alive - Soulmate AU (V)

Chapter V: Last minute encounter

No actual dabi in this one

Chapter I: So it starts Chapter II: A late arrival Chapter III: belive of be doomed Chapter IV: What are we doing? Chapter V: Last minute encounter Chapter VI: Deciding to fall in love with you

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taglist: @staygoldsquatchling02 , @alien-00715-blog

Note: I was gonna post this next week BUT I have some presentations and assignments to turn in, and I don't know if I could keep track of this. Plus I already started chapter VII (I have chapter VI done and ready to post later today, this was supposed to be chapter 1 but I wanted to add drama before this), so that will probably my focus next week.

The day had started like any other. The city bustled with life, the streets filled with people going about their routines. She had been on her way to meet Keigo, walking through a busy shopping district. The sun was beginning to set, casting a warm, golden hue over the city. As she passed by a familiar convenience store, she decided to stop in and grab a snack, hoping to alleviate the stress of the day with a small treat.

Inside the store, the hum of the refrigeration units and the soft chime of the entrance bell created a familiar ambiance. She wandered down the aisles, her mind drifting as she absentmindedly picked up a packet of chips. Her thoughts were a mix of mundane worries and lingering memories of a past. The Todoroki family, Touya’s memory, the constant ache of his loss—they were always there, just beneath the surface.

As she reached the checkout counter, a sudden chill ran down her spine. She felt a presence, something or someone that made her skin prickle with a strange sense of déjà vu. Turning slowly, she saw a figure standing at the end of the aisle, partially hidden in the shadows. His posture was familiar, but it wasn’t until he stepped into the light that recognition slammed into her like a physical blow.

The figure turned, revealing the face she had once known so well. His eyes, deep turquoise and filled with a mixture of surprise and anger, locked onto hers. This wasn't the first time they had seen each other. Just a couple of days ago, she had been pressed between him and a wall in an alley; but his eyes seemed wilder than usual, angrier, and she had been feeling tension, irritation, and anger all morning. She didn't understand what had happened, but she did know one thing right now…

Run.

She dropped her bags immediately and sprinted out of the convenience store, anxiously looking around for a place to run to without civilians. It seemed impossible—she was in the middle of a big city. Next idea.

Heroes. She needed to get as many people out of the vicinity as possible. She couldn't do that right now, and she could feel the temperature behind her rise. She had to find help, find heroes who could evacuate the area. The heat was intensifying, and panic clawed at her chest as she darted through the crowded street.

"You're a liar" His voice, raw with betrayal and rage, echoed in her ears. His deep turquoise eyes bore so deeply into hers that the pressure on her chest, in her heart, seemed to increase exponentially.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she rounded a corner, her mind racing. She needed to find a hero, anyone who could help mitigate the impending disaster. The familiar signs of the shopping district blurred as she focused on putting as much distance as possible between her and the man she had once known.

She knew there was no time to dwell on the past. She had to keep moving, keep running, and find a way to protect the people around her. She spotted one of the local heroes and stopped in from of him, hopping she was far enough for Tou... Dabi as she could.

"Help, I need help clearing the area as much as posible" The hero looked her over with a corked brow "and I should listen to you why?"

"Damn it I dont have to for this" her breathing picked up and she started shaking "Thermifrost with Endeavors agency, League of villains member Dabi is chasing me, I can take him; but I can't deal with him and getting people out" her eyes settled on angry as she looked at the hero over "get the people out"

She started to feel the temperature rise behind her again, and her own feeling of fear and his feeling of anger increased with every second, making it cold would help her with him, and maybe saving one or two people, but she couldn’t stop him from doing any damage.

“Yes ma’am!” She nooded and watched him run off screaing at people to move away, and left it up to him to get the help you needed

She turned around and faced him for the first time since she started to run “I don’t know where this is coming from, or what I did to get you so angry” She was anxious, she wanted to avoid this, but as he walked up to her, slowly, with his arm slowly growin fire, she braced herself for a fight she didn’t want to have.

"You chose them over me!" Deep turquoise eye bore so deeply into mine, the pressure on my chest, in my heart, seemed to increase.

"I didn't chose anyone over you Touya", anger, misplaced anger, seeped out of my word "I didn't even know you were alive!" A sob escaped me, which made the current situation so much more real. it had been years.. years of pain, thinking he was dead. How dare he? How dare he imply I chose anything in this situation, I chose the option that would have kept me closer to him. When he was dead.

"We have marks with each others names, we feel what the other feels", he took exasperated steps towards me getting closer and more menacing as he got closer, the feeling of safety slowly washing off me, would he hurt me? would he killme? "You're gonna look at me in the eye, and tell me, you didn't know I was alive?"

The question was one that burned inside me, ever since I found out he was alive, and it killed me knowing that he wasn't only alive, but with the villains, it drove me crazy and I could barely sleep. I wondered during the years why occasionally I would feel things that were simply not my own; but how was I to know? He was dead, it was a fact, he died in his fire!, so young, faking your own death that young wasn't realistic to think about. I didn't... other than sudden anger, sadness and occasional pleasure, the feelings didn't range far or even often.

"I didn't! I really didn't know, had I know ANY of this, I would hace been on your side no questions asked," I pulled my legs closer to me, the fight we had engaged in didn't fair well on my body. The burns from his fire were negligible, the burn from my own ice, though, if not treated soon could start causing decay "You think I wanted to sit by and let him do any of those things to Shouto? That it brought me pleasure in any way to say your mother hospitalized? Natsuo and Fujumi so neglected?" The tears finally started pouring out, this was emotionally too much, hopelessness and guilt was bubbling up and started to eat me inside "I don't care anymore, just, kill me if you have to"

The Todoroki's took me in, not because of me but because of him, for him. They swore he would have wanted me to be a part of their family, all the other soulmates of their kids were just as welcomed. Enji took it upon himself to look for all their kids soulmates, as soon as posible. We all knew how.... intense, Enji Tododroki could be, but we stayed for our soulmates. They weren't a perfect family, or even a good one; but I wanted Touya with me so badly, and his family was all that was left; his grave, his shrine, I needed him and I couldn't have him. Now what? It seems I never had anything of his at all.

"I'm not going to kill you" he said while slowly crouching down ro my eye level, the fire in his hand slowly being put out; the look in his eyes wasn't the thing giving his emotions away but the bond we had, I understood the resignation and the conflict happening in his heart "but, we are in a bit of a bad situation right now, doll" I swallowed thickly and rested the back of my head in what was left of the concrete wall behind me.

"I'm not leaving the kids to be killed" I said after a moment of silence, having had to steel my mind and build my resolve; making sure I understood what I was potentially giving up.

"I'm not going to leave the league" he replied after a deep breath, and I could hear the same resolve in his voice.

and, there in lies our problem.

I straightened up my head to look at him again, his hands reaching to the ice around me, I assumed to melt it "don't... it hurts"

He looked up at me and stopped, taking a quick Look over me. "You have to do something about the ice, or you'll be short an arm and maybe a leg"

The cold was starting to set, over my body, and as usual it started to build in my extremities, I could barely feel my nose and my fingers anymore.

I ignored him, the current situation not leaving my mind at all, my injuries could wait "What do we do?"

"What we've been doing," he hesitantly reached to touch my cheek, providing much-needed warmth, his thumb lightly brushing my nose. "I'm dead, sweetheart." He proceeded to hold my hands for a while, and I wished the warmth building up in my body could stay forever.

He immediately stepped away from me the moment we heard running, signaling that heroes were here. "Your help's here," he said something to himself, and slowly he was swallowed by some black goo. "Don't die on me, I gotta see you at the end of this, however that goes." Once he was gone, she felt the ice she had built break, and some heroes rushed in to help her.

"Are you alright?" Hawks was the first to reach her, the concern in his eyes overflowing. She nodded, though her mind was still reeling from the encounter. The warmth from his touch lingered, contrasting sharply with the chill that had settled in her bones.

"We need to get you to safety," another hero, Midnight asked, as she looked over the area, with a soothing voice, said as she helped her to her feet. "You're not injured, are you?"

"No, I'm fine, just need to get warm, or I’m gonna lose my fingers" she replied, her voice trembling. "He's gone now."

The heroes exchanged glances, a mix of relief and apprehension in their eyes. "Good," Midnight said, "but we need to take you to the hospital, any idea why this happened?"

She looked up at them deciding what to reply, she could tell them everything that had been going on, get herself on a watchlist OR she could lie to them, and live in constat panic hoping they won’t find out any time soon. She took a deep breath once she settled on her answer “No, I was at the convinience store, and he just attacked me”

As they led her through the bustling streets, the golden hue of the setting sun seemed to mock her turmoil. She couldn't shake the feeling that this was far from over. His words echoed in her mind: "Don't die on me, I gotta see you at the end of this, however that goes."

What did he mean? Was there still hope, or was it a final farewell? Her heart ached with the uncertainty, and the heroes' reassuring presence did little to quell the storm of emotions raging within her.

Hawks didn't leave her side, and insisted on sleeping in her room until her family arrives. She didn't feel good calling them her family anymore, knowing Touya was alive, she didn't feel like there was a place with them anymore. Before she could let the thoughts settle any further her hospital room door opened to reveal all the Todoroki siblings standing there.

"Are you alright?" She smiled at Shouto, and nodded showing him her fingers "I'm all warmed up, I'm only here for a couple hours to make sure nothing else is wrong" He narrowed his eyes at her and sat his hot side closest to her. As she smiled at him she greeted the others.

Hers or not, she loved them as if they were.

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aliorsboxostuff · 11 months

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Idk if u will do this request but! Miguel’s time is like futuristic set right? ( trans people would just transition and be more accepted in this timeline sí right? 😭) so Miguel He went to college at a high prestige science university and so did reader for he is too an smart as him with his own creations in robotics and chemistry. Miguel had tried to get alone room accommodation but failed and got partnered up with transftm!reader and they became roommates. Reader fell in love with Miguel but he didn’t notice cuz he was too focused on his work and whatever. Years go by aka spider verse but suddenly miguel needs help from his old college roommate. Angst fluff maybe…smut??? Sorry English isn’t my first language 😭😭

Hey anon! I appreciate the idea and i love how much you fleshed it out! Dont worry, i completely understand your vision, and i get it english is hard for me too lol i hope i got your ideas right tho, sorry this turned into angst more than what i was aiming lmao enjoy all!

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Tags: Miguel O’hara x FTM!Reader, Villain!Reader, Lyla, Past Relationship, Angst, Falling Out, Fighting, Arguments, Dirty Thoughts, Meet-Cute, Pining, Secret Crushes, Miguel is as dense as ever, poor reader on this one HAHA

They had a history. Of living together, spending time with each other, but despite all of that it all went downhill. Who knew your ex-roommate turns out to be Doc Oct

(Takes place before Post Credit Scene in into the Spiderverse)

—

"Miguel, I hate to tell you this but we can't-"

"There has to be another way, you designed this Lyla!"

"Hey! Don't blame the AI, blame the maker! I only followed what you said!"

Lyla huffs and glitches to another part of the console. Miguel is currently hunched over a table in the corner of his lair, the only light illuminating his project is the light rod over his workbench and the monitors around him.

The girl busies herself with schematics, working out equations and trying to find where they went wrong.

Miguel's latest work on the multiverse brace is to eliminate the glitches that it makes whenever someone uses it. It could potentially lead to wounds from the cells traveling to a different world, and even the healing factor won't fix it. Worst-case scenario, it would lead to a fatal wound, possibly death, and Miguel can't risk that if he's gonna start interdimensional travel.

His eyes scan over the chip connected to his computer, adding and removing codings that might've gone wrong. He's wearing the headband Lyla gifted him, or mailed to him when it was his birthday months ago, to be exact.

"I swear the shell is all good, Miguel. It should all contain the molecules needed for the portal bracelet,"

"Can you please stop calling it that?"

"What? 'Portal'?"

"Yes. It's not a portal, we already have that," Miguel rolls his eyes, gluing them back to the screen.

"Then what are we calling it?" Lyla pouts, adjusting her heart glasses.

"Transdimensional Pathfinding Wristlet."

Lyla pauses her work, and turns to Miguel, her brows raised, the blinks once, twice. "Wh- seriously?"

"Y'know what, I'm not even gonna try," He shakes her head before glitching to another monitor. "Leave it to the crazy scientist to name his things,"

Miguel ignores what his AI had said, instead focusing back on the chip. If this succeeds, it’ll be the first dimensional trip the prototype could make, and he’d prefer not to be a piece of burnt toast once he comes out of it. He coded another line, before he ran a diagnostic. The screen glares red, the annoyingly big letters of ‘ERROR’ pops up.

Miguel blinks, before he feels his claws coming out, promptly making him stand and throw his chair across the room. It shatters, the metal pieces clinking to the concrete floor. He heaves, sharp fangs bared, barely causing anger at his fingertips.

Lyla fixes him with a look. “That your fifth chair Miguel,”

The man takes a steady breath, wiping his hand across his face, working at his jaw. He tilts his head sharply and something pops. He faintly hears Lyla clicking her tongue.

"There's a guy I know,"

—

"What do you mean there isn't any- I booked a single room last week,"

"I'm sorry but there must've been a mishap in the system. I'm going to have to put you with an available roommate,"

"I don't want-" Miguel sighs, tapping his foot insistently. "Look, is there any way I can register for another single room?"

"You can wait a couple of weeks for a vacant room, but you'd need to consult with the head of the faculty." She nodded to him, a regretful look behind those blonde bangs. Miguel huffs, hands on his hips, thinking out a decision.

"Fine," He groans. "Who's still available for a roommate then?"

The girl's brows raise before she quickly types something into the computer, reading out what looks like a list with numbers and names. "Oh!" She smiles. "Room 304, on the third floor is still awaiting a roommate,"

"Great, thank you," Miguel grumbles, already picking up his boxes where he left them on the floor.

"If you'd like-" The girl calls for him again. "I can talk to the faculty member, see if I can help you with the room situation,"

"Sure, I'd appreciate it," Miguel's back is already turned to her as he makes his way to the building's elevator. With his gym bag slung over his shoulder, and the boxes of his unfinished work, traversing the hallway takes a bit of an effort. Students were not mingling around because most of them were already in their rooms, with the time turning just after 5 PM.

Finally, he reaches the elevator doors. Miguel shuffles the boxes into one hand, struggling to press the button before he is beaten to it by another hand reaching for the ascend button too.

"Here man, let me help you," The person says, already picking up the two boxes that cover Miguel's vision even before he said anything.

"Hey don't-" He begins, before he finally gets a good look at the person that dared to touch his scraps. The man in front of him, standing just inches taller than him, hair with an unintelligible style, captivating eyes and the faintest smirk on his lips.

Miguel's brain stutters a bit. "I'm- nevermind, thanks,"

"Of course dude," And Miguel's interest plummets. "What floor?"

"Third please," He nods, pressing the button once he and Miguel get in. The door closes and leaves the two in silence, only the faint whirr of the elevator's machine.

"So, late to dorm assignments?"

"Nah, they messed up my request,"

"Shit, really?" He turns to Miguel, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah, now I'm stuck with a damn roomie,"

"Oh yeah? What room?"

"304, apparently," Miguel huffs, looking down into the box he's carrying, the tape on it peeling slightly. The guy halts, now his brows are raised.

Miguel's turn to look confused, before the guy chuckles lightly. "Funny you say that 'cuz,"

"I'm room 304," He smirks, readjusting the boxes.

There's a pause, before he feels the red of embarrassment gathers on his cheeks. "You're-"

"That damn roomie? Yeah,"

"Fuck, sorry I didn't-"

"No no, it's fine! Really," The guy laughs, shaking his head while Miguel tries to formulate a coherent sentence. "I don't mind man, I get wanting your own space though,"

"Hey, I hope I'll be a good roomie," He bumps Miguel's shoulder lightly, his smile not fading. Miguel finds himself mimicking it slightly. After that, he introduced himself to Miguel, his major and such.

The elevator opens just after that, the two make their way down the hallway. He asks about Miguel's major too, just as they reach the door.

"I seriously didn't think I'd get a roomie," He chuckles, turning the key with a million other key chains. It jingles, before he pushes the door open and into the room. "I'll go check with the front desk-"

"Oh!" He turns after putting down the two boxes he was carrying. "Just got the text, said they'll give you the key tomorrow,"

"Great," Miguel rolls his eyes, putting down his box on the vacant desk and his duffle on the chair. He turns, inspecting the room that he's been sent to stay in. One side is already cluttered with his roommate's stuff, plants and books and papers strewn about. He tilts his head when he spots a flag on his desk.

"You're trans?" Miguel asks, turning to him where he was still standing with his phone out. He hums and lifts his head, meeting Miguel's browns.

"Oh that old thing? Yeah," He scratches the back of his neck. "I know, I get it. No one really cares nowadays, the worlds moved on, whatever,"

He glances at the little flag, pink and white and blue adding color to the messy desk. He smiles. "It's a reminder, I guess,"

Miguel stares at the flag, just once, before he nods and shrugs, turning to open his boxes. "Sure, that's cool,"

He can practically feel the sunshine radiating from his roommate behind him. He crosses his arms, turning again to face him, and he's right because his roommate has a really bright smile. "I hope we'll be good friends, Miguel,"

—

"Miguel there's so many people in Nueva York how am I supposed to-'' Lyla stops, before she grins. "Nevermind, found him!"

Miguel finishes his spider shot, cracking his neck again as he sets the syringe down. He turns towards Lyla, the AI already projecting the location. "Looks like our guy lives in… the slums? I thought you said he was a prodigy,"

"Yeah well not everyone gets a decent job even if they are a genius," Miguel huffs, running his hand through his hair as he looks at the mirror.

"Who's you said the guy was again?" Lyla begins to scroll through the data.

Miguel sighs. "Old roommate, back in college,"

"Ooh, interesting," She giggles.

"Lyla don't-"

"I'm not looking through his history! Just a peek, though,"

Miguel lets out another sigh, walking towards the large opened window. "Uh, hey Miguel, are you sure about this?"

"Why what's wrong?"

Lyla displays her screen as it glitches in front of Miguel. According to her research, the old roomie has been caught by the police stealing items from hardware stores and electronic stores, a handful of accounts of disruption of peace according to the other tenants in his old apartment. And he's currently deemed missing.

"Where did you say his location was?" Miguel reads through the file, his brows knitted.

"Just here, some abandoned warehouse in the slums,"

—

“Miguel, man, you’ve got to eat,” A tray for warm food was suddenly placed between Miguel's paperwork. He huffs, pushing the plate away and to the edge of his already small table. He hears a sigh, before the plate is moved out of his peripherals, and Miguel is back into his work.

“Dude, you only ate like, one energy bar after going to the gym,”

“I’m fine,”

Another exasperated sigh, before his roommate goes back to whatever robotics he was working on. Miguel has been perfecting his latest assignment the whole week, going back and forth on his computer, writing down research papers and consulting with his professors. Meanwhile, the man that he shares his room with is tinkering with a recent robotic piece he’s been pouring his heart into.

It’s correct that they share most of their schedule together. Miguel would wake up before dawn, and so would he. They’d run a couple of laps around campus before hitting the gym just before it gets too crowded. He’d spot for Miguel while Miguel would comment on his form if it needs any improvement. Sometimes they’d share breakfast together, before they head for their different classes, though ever since Miguel has been engrossed in his recent paperwork, their time spent together has been blessed. It'd be a lie to say Miguel doesn't miss their shared time, but he supposes seeing him back in their room after a long day is enough. Though, it doesn't seem enough for his friend.

Unbeknownst to Miguel, his roommates have been supporting a devastating crush on him. Stolen glances, longing eyes whenever Miguel's back is turned towards him. Times when he’d stare a bit too long whenever Miguel was doing his bench presses, times when he’d stand close just to feel the comforting warmth beside him. He’d fuss over Miguel, bringing food or drinks, bringing things Miguel might've forgotten with his busy schedule. Sometimes, when Miguel worked too late and too much, he’d fall asleep on his desk, at which he’d bring his blanket to cover Miguel’s back. In the morning, he rolls his eyes and says something about Miguel getting a bad back, which Miguel would promptly ignore.

It’s currently Friday night. The man that's sitting on the opposite side of the room has seemingly lost interest in his robotics and decided to peer out of their bedroom window. Suddenly, Miguel is bombarded by a loud shout coming from outside of their room, and snaps quickly to the source. He sees his roommate has opened the bedroom window and is looking out into the campus’ courtyard.

“Yeah, I'll join you! Be right down!” He hollers, before he shuts and locks the window. Miguel turns, blinking away the slight dizziness he got.

“Who was that?”

“A friend, they're having a party at one of the frat houses, you wanna join?” He grins, pulling on his leather jacket and pocketing his belongings. Miguel has never been to a party and he's not about to start going, especially when he has a deadline to push. He shakes his head, always swiveling back his chair.

“No thanks,”

He hears his friend scoff. “Come on Miguel! You’ve been working on that thing for ages now, you deserve a break, and the deadline isn't for another month!”

“I’m not interested,” Miguel bites back, barely glancing at his pleas.

“Just this once, I promise it’ll be fun! I’ll be there and I can take care of-”

“I said I'm not interested.” He spits out, already hunching into the part he’s soldiering. He doesn't hear anything, not an answer or another push for him to join. The air has changed, something heavy hangs between them. The tension is palpable, but despite it all Miguel only hears the shuffling of his friend's boots.

“Sure, whatever,” His roommate fixes a stare at the back of Miguel's head, before he unlocks their door. “Y’know, one of these days that work of yours is going to destroy you if you're not careful,”

And with that, he leaves Miguel alone for the night.

—

“What the fuck!” Miguel jumps and manages to hold on to the side of the building. “Lyla searches for his weakness points!”

“Hah! You think this has a weakness, Miguel?!” The man shouts, a wide grin on his lips. “I’ve perfected these arms, they are practically indestructible!”

“SO this is how you greet your old roommate?”

“I’d prefer for us to meet for coffee, but after how you treated me, I think this…” He brings a menacing robotic arm towards him, as if to inspect it. “Is way better,”

The arm suddenly lunges towards Miguel which he narrowly avoids. He jumps and entwines two of the appendages together as he lands behind the man, at which he growls and breaks free of Miguel’s red webs. “I never treated you badly!”

“No, not really huh,” He smirks. “But you never noticed the shit I did for you anyways!”

He spears those sharp arms towards Miguel which he does a couple of doges before jumping down the rooftop they were currently fighting on.

“All of those morning coffees, late dinners, all for nothing! None! All because you were so fucking focused-” He sharply turns, grabbing Miguel’s wrist and stopping him from dropping a punch. He suddenly pulls Miguel towards him, burning anger behind those eyes. “On combining a damn spider's DNA with yourself!”

He throws the Spiderman across the street, breaking several walls until the momentum finally stops. Miguel groans, cracking his neck when Lyla suddenly pops up. “Boss, the control panel for those arms is on his back, if you could pull it apart from him, it’ll stop him from controlling it,”

“On it.” Miguel swiftly stands, running through the many rooms he passed before leaping into the air, catching the man off guard. He throws a punch that lands on his face, throwing him off balance and into the concrete street below. He grows, and fixes his jaw, before launching back to full force against Miguel.

“It was all fine until you went out with that fucking brunette!” He shouts, throwing debris towards Miguel which he weaves and dodges. “Did I ever mean anything to you?!”

He’s got Miguel pinned to the ground, and pushes all of the arms to stab at him, but instead misses and gets buried in the ground instead when Miguel swiftly pulls away with his web. He struggles to get the appendages out of the strong concrete, suddenly finding them stuck, an opportunity for Miguel to rip the control panel off. He swings above the man, landing directly behind him where he quickly digs his nails into the seams of the panel.

“I’m sorry,” Miguel manages before he pulls. An ear-splitting scream, before deathly silence. Miguel could only hear his heavy breath, before sparks of green ran through the man's body, and it jolted him. He shouts, before falling into the pavement. Miguel takes a beat to examine the control panel, before throwing it somewhere on the ground. He spots the bareback of his once roommate, a horrid sight of root-like marks growing around the man's back. Miguel furrows his brows, before he hears the faint police sirens, no doubt coming over to clean up the commotion.

Just as Miguel was about to make his leave, he heard the man cough, a horrid groan behind him. Miguel glances slightly, as he hears him begin to speak.

“I was right… Your work did destroy you.”

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bowieandqueen11 · 10 months

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Coming Out As Asexual To Jesse Pinkman Would Include...

Request: HC for coming out as asexual to Jesse Pinkman?

I've done this as someone who experiences romantic attraction I really hope that's okay lovely!! Otherwise just let me know and I can make it strictly platonic :)

Also I'm sorry but I always love me some character backstory lmaoo

If you enjoy, please comment as it really helps me keep motivated!!

Warning: mentions of drugs/drug dealing and light swearing!

(I do not own Breaking Bad or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @dont-care-about-that-bullshit.)

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Coming out as asexual to Jesse Pinkman had a little bit of a build up from your side. It's not that you believed Jesse wouldn't be anything less than understanding, or that you were afraid about how he would react, but the two of you had just known each other for so long. You were each other's safe spaces: the love of each other's lives, and you were apprehensive about anything changing that.

The two of you had known each other since High School, ever since that fateful day a couple of months before midterms. Your old chemistry teacher Mr. White had grabbed your elbow after the bell rang, and asked if you could stay aside for a couple of minutes. Turns out, as he sat on the edge of his desk and rubbed his tired head, he wanted to know if you would consider tutoring a 'Jesse Pinkman' for a couple of days after school, for some extra credit of course. You were surprised, but quickly accepted. You had seen the kid in the corridors between classes, always pretending to be shoving his obviously unopened books deep into his locker, turning his head slyly over his shoulder to grab a glance of you before he scuttled off again. The same guy you spotted every day after school, sliding his way in between the edge of the parking lot and the bike shed and sliding his back down the wall with a sigh. As he fumbled with his lighter, yanking a cigarette out from the sleeve of his hoodie, be was simultaneously glad to not have to go back home for a while, and also to spot you raising an eyebrow at his antics as you walked past to unlock your bike. He was quick to stub out the butt of his cigarette, wincing as a few sparks burnt as his fingers, before he rubbed them on his trousers and jumped up.

He decided, puffing out the last few wisps between the corner of his mouth, that he was going to be brave and finally muster the courage to ask you out. He had little chance though, for as soon as he came wrangling his hands in front of you, the words blurted out of your mouth. 'Do you want to come round to my house.'

'Yes', Jesse responded without any hesitation. 'Yes. Absolutely.' An awkward tension flitted between the two of you as Jesse began to smile, biting his bottom lip as you flush and shake your head. 'I-I mean, Mr. White asked me to tutor you, and I really-'.

'No, no, it's chill. No explanation needed.' He winked at you, swearing internally to himself as his heart pounded louder than his tongue could speak. 'But seriously, though. Thank you. That's very kind of you.'

Jesse agreed to come round almost immediately, for two reasons. 1) So he could snoop about your house, and nosy through the photos and bookshelves in your room to find out more about what kind of interests and hobbies you had, so he could come into school the next day and bust out the new said hobby set he had bought by scrounging together all the pocket change he had made dealing, just so he could try and impress you.

2) His idea of a perfect day is spent lying sprawled out on your bedroom mat, playing with the loose threads at the corner and nodding along, pretending to listen to what you were saying. Yet any time you raised your nose out of your notebook to see why you couldn't hear any pencil scratching, you'd catch those soft, lowered lashes of his fluttering as he intently observed you from beneath them. He would cough, pretending to be thinking as he darted his eyeline up to the ceiling crown and scratched the back of his ear with the pencil eraser. Bless his heart, it was so easy for you to fluster him: any time you reached over to take his paper and the side of your forearm brushed against his bare skin, he would turn the same colour as his namesake and bury his head into the bracket of his elbows. Or, if you tried to ask him a question relating to chiral molecules, he would try to dodge it by rolling over onto his back, looking all sweet and bashful like a puppy.

'Yeah, but like, more importantly? What's your favourite colour :)'

He snuck out of his house a lot as the two of you grew older, and his parents became less and less tolerant, and more and more truculent voicing their concerns about the company he had begun to keep: the non school endorsed 'extracurriculars' he was roaming the alleyways until near midnight to partake in. It was easy to tell when he was coming; you didn't live too far from Jesse, only a couple of houses down the lane from his. It starts with his lamp flicking on as he tries to sneak back in. Then come the shadows: the belligerent, all-encompassing umbra cast by his parents as they pass through the doorway. Last is the shouting, followed by the slam of a windowpane and the light swears falling out of a tumbling Jesse as he lands in the thorn bush in his front yard.

You already have the curtains pulled aside before Jesse can even come running down the street, guided along as if by an invisible string back to the one and only person he's ever felt safe with. Ever been able to be his true self with, without any fear of judgement or repercussion. With red crested eyes, you dragged his arm up onto your porch roof, happy to just let him sit and cry for a while in well deserved peace. Thankfully the roof peaks just past your bed, allowing you and Jesse a corner to curl up into, with nothing but a few inky splattered stars past the shaky blue spruce treeline to hear his anguished wails: a wounded creature lost to the night. You hesitantly slid an arm around his hip, bunching it under his hoodie until he sighed in relief at the feeling, and in embarrassment used his sleeve to dry away the snot from his top lip.

'You know', his voice was shaky as he pulled his legs back behind him and rested his head heavily on your shoulder, scraping against the tile with his sneakers. He peeked up at you like a wounded bird, kicked and beaten and broken and still with such hope in those wide, beautiful eyes that it almost blinds you against the peeking edge of the lavender twilight. He stopped, frowning, before somehow drawing the courage to shuffle closer to you. 'You're the only thing I have left that I care about.'

At first all you could feel was the jut of his chin as he talked on top of your shoulder, but then all you could feel were his closed lips pressed tentatively onto yours. It was short, not for lack of wanting, but due to the fact that Jesse was absolutely terrified that you would shove him away. And so, before you could even register what was happening, Jesse's forehead was backing away from yours, a tremor rolling through his body as he grew aghast at what he had done. All you did was place the back of your fingers against the side of his cheek, drawing them down slowly and allowing him to calm down, to realise that you cared just as much about him too.

You could see the weight of the world slump off his shoulders: the relief grinding the axe out of his back as you replied: 'I care about you more than you could ever know, Jesse.' Surprising him for the second time that night, his eyes widened in a blissful disbelief as you rushed forward and pressed a close-lipped kiss against his bottom lip, enjoying the way he seemed to collapse into you at the feeling.

The two of you had never gone further than that, mainly because Jesse adores you more than anything, and he both respected and picked up on the fact that you never seemed inclined or wanted to go in a sexual direction. To be completely honest, this man is touch starved to the high heavens, so a solely romantic relationship based on touch as a love language is like, a perfect world to him. All he wants, day after day, is just the ability to wake up and see you. To be with you, to find new joys and new quirks and to see you anew, to experience you as if for the first time over and over and over again.

Like, stroking his hair back and curling up into the back of his chest on his brand new mattress? Tickling the nape of his neck and making him laugh himself awake as the two of you eat cereal in bed in his brand new place? Having him lie against your chest, using those delicate fingers of his to run over the veins in your arms until he has each cell of your skin memorised? Making him shiver when you wrap your arms around his waist and smoosh your face into his bare back when he's standing at the stove, secretly trying to make you eggs for breakfast? How glad he is that you agree to go and grab the orange juice from the fridge, so you don't spot how his eyes roll back in his head and he begins humming happily to himself as he plates up? Bliss! Utter bliss!

So, you take him out one night after he gets back home from 'work', as he likes to call it, telling him you'll treat him to some bowling and hot dogs out in the town. He hadn't been to the entertainment complex since he was a kid: it was the last place he remembers having his birthday, just a couple of years before his parents gave him the boot. Hell, it was the last place he remembers his birthday at all. He had cheated at bowling by secretly putting the bumpers down during his friend's go, and had also beat every single one of them playing the zombie blaster game in the arcade, winning enough tickets to buy an old games console that he then later ended up trading on the streets.

Turns out, his muscle memory kicks in, and although he wins the bowling fair and square this time, he does come up with a bottle green corduroy teddy bear holding a cushioned heart as an apology later, having defeated you at the arcade games as well. You don't mind though, just appreciating the youthful glee in the crinkles underneath his smiling eyes as he slides up at the food counter next to you, yuck-ing when his elbow lands in a sticky patch. It's soon replaced with a sweet hum and faux gnashing teeth at your fingers as you feed him a bite of your hot dog, his hand coming down to drag your free hand onto his lap so he can fiddle with your fingers contently.

Turns out the adrenaline from your night out was enough to just make you blurt it out. You just love him so much. And he loves you more than anything. And so it just tumbles out.

'Jesse, I-I'm asexual. I mean, you probably already guessed, but I just wanted you to hear it from my own lips.'

Suddenly he's lowering the hot dog bun down back onto the table tray, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. You can see the cogs working in the back of his mind as he tries to figure out if he can remember from his high school biology classes what asexual means, but the confusion soon melts from his face when he sees how worriedly you're staring right at him.

He tugs at your hand, and brings it up to rest against his baggy shirt, right on top of where his thudding heart is beating. 'Asexual, huh? Oh yeah? Oh, right on!' He's so awkward bless him, that he kind of raises his fist out of instinct to fist bump you before realising himself.

You explain what the word means to him, and he nods fervently the whole while.

'I just want to be with you, to be with you, you get me? I just want to be close to you, you know? Like... I kind of always knew? I didn't know the word for it, but, like, I love you all the same, okay? You're perfect. I mean it.' He reaches out to brush his knuckles over the side of your chin, but you can tell he's getting restless to hug you by the way he begins fidgeting his legs on the seat, but he's too shy to outright ask you if you're okay with that level of contact still, or if you want him to chill it a bit. So you just pounce on him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and trying to hide your smile in the crumpled folds of his hood.

He cups your cheeks, grinning like breaking day as he presses hundreds of little kisses over every inch of your face. Any time a waiter comes over to ask you two to stop, he just throws his hand out and shouts over your shoulder loud enough for the whole place to hear: 'yo, that's my S/O bitch! And I love them, man - they're the best thing in my life, so show some respect! They were really brave today!'

I mean, the two of you get kicked out, but the giddy giggles as the two of you run home bumping into each other, hands tightly pressed together the whole while makes it worth it.

He becomes 100% more perceptive and caring after that day, if that's even possible with Jesse. Like, he knows how horrifying and scary and confusing life can be, and he never ever wants you to feel uncomfortable, or beaten down like he is by it. He always asks if he can kiss you, always double checks it's okay before he pulls you down to sit on his lap. He makes sure you're comfortable when he rests his forehead against your own and just spends as much of his life as he possibly can breathing you in: replacing the air in his lungs so they're only full of you, and he can finally feel alive again. He always makes sure you're okay when he rubs his thumb over your knuckles, his arm splayed over your stomach as he rests against your back, his breath warm against the shell of your ear as he tries to make you laugh by recounting the time he was so desperate to impress you in gym class, that he nearly knocked his front teeth out when he started swinging from the climbing ropes.

He still looks over at you with that exact same wonderous look in his eye, every time. And that will never, ever change.

#breaking bad #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman imagine #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman headcanons #asexual #asexuality #asexual headcanons #breaking bad imagine #aaron paul #asexual reader

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Hay...... Do you think you could do tadc characters with a reader who has super bad depth perception (due to an eye injury) and as a result often ends up walking into things because they didn't realise it was right in front of them?? :3 (aka me)

TADC cast x reader who has very bad depth perception!

fuck it we balling!! (admin is now on a small time crunch, theyre not going to explode if they fail to finish this before they timer is up, but they are weird about time stuff) rolls around ehehehhehe i hope you enjoy!! i must admit, admin was a little stumped on this so this might be a little..... meh </3

CAINE:

i think he blows it out way out of proportion... though im not sure thats the right word... i mean, if you manage to get close to caine (which is quite a feat considering before he didnt really. build genuine connections with circus members as well as being busy with... whatever it is he does...) he doesnt quite.. understand... so i think he insists on being your eyes, utilizing his... thousands of all seeing eyes. he can get overbearing at times so youre going to need to set the record straight and explain things to him... hes a little confused but hes got the spirit.... takes you to his room whenever things get hard (migraine, nausea, ect ect ect) and pampers you... so.. maybe him taking things too far/seriously isnt that bad...

POMNI:

has probably tossed you something before remembering your depth perception... the regret on her face is immediate, spreading over it before you even have the chance to react to whats going on... quick and long stream of apologies as she picks up the thing; it wasnt even likely anything important or fragile

eventually builds the habit to not toss things to people when they ask for something.. offers to read things out for you if you have trouble with it, as well as guiding you to dark places if you have trouble with migraines as well (while admin doesnt have depth perception he does have something funky with his eyes that make them sometimes roll and cross and it suuuucks)

RAGATHA:

oh she is so so so empathetic with you. as mentioned above in pomnis part, if youre prone to nausea or migraines, shes going to do all that she can to help you... usually lets you lay in her bed to collect yourself... helps you judge the distance things are, especially if its in a chaotic situation such as an in house adventure. if you open up to her about the reason behind your bad vision, her heart is going to hurt for you. if you need comfort, she will provide it; if you just need some ears, she will provide. generally very good about accommodating you

JAX:

has probably asked why your eyes look off, assuming they cross or otherwise arent "standard". doesnt really say it to be rude, well.. actually no this is jax hes likely just scoping to see what the deal is, though its more of a curiosity thing. gives a soft "oh" when you briefly explain why. honestly i think he has a habit of tossing things to people when they ask him for something, and i think this would carry over to you.... does sometimes feel bad, but hey! hes not trying to be mean (kinda...)

does not stoop low enough to use your poor depth perception to his advantage for pranks, though. hes an asshole but i dont think he would be that evil tbh...

KINGER:

honestly? same. like i dont think that he has bad eyes thanks to an injury, no rather i think its just because hes OLD!!! so theres times where you guys fail to be each others eyes. you have terrible depth perception, he is shortsighted... uh oh... good news is that hes always keeping an eye on you (no shitty pun intended) due to him constantly worrying about you, so the chance of you somehow being in the way of danger is fairly low.... probably.... if you tend to attract it, though, or are on the clumsier side, rest assured that hes keeping you in the pillow fort!/lh

ZOOBLE:

probably doesnt even notice it at first until you bring it up in passing, and honestly i dont think their view on you would change. sure they would try to be more accommodating for you since theyre not totally apathetic, especially since youre a friend and/or partner... but theyre not too... emotional, so unlike ragatha they wouldnt outwardly give you an excessive amount of.... pity? care? im struggling to find the right word, im afraid... will let you vent about it, though, if the issues that come with it cause any stress.. otherwise doesnt bring it up too much unless you bring it up, both because they dont think its too much of a big deal as well as not wanting to pry

GANGLE:

very sad very empathetic if you ever open up to her about the events leading up to your injury (assuming you remember/it was something that happened in the real world that carried into the digital world), and perhaps sheds a tear for you. helps you read and write things if you struggle with it, as well as even wrapping her ribbon around your eyes should any random bouts of nausea roll in. generally very sweet about it but is very careful about not stepping over any lines, tends to ask before doing something (especially with the blindfolding/nausea thing)

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #caine x reader #pomni x reader #ragatha x reader #jax x reader #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #gangle x reader

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sluttyminghao · 1 year

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day idk of requesting for oiled up body gyu and chain pulling 🤍

"are the chains tight enough baby?"

he tugs them with a whine and kicks his feet around dramatically before sighing in defeat and nodding his head slightly. you take a good look over his naked body, particularly eyeing the rippling muscles in his arms and stomach.

mingyu had mentioned he was feeling a bit submissive earlier in the day, and now was your time to shine with the perfect idea that had been brewing in your mind for months. on your bedside table, was a bottle of body oil, a cock ring, and a vibrator.

you situate yourself between his thighs and bring each item over carefully, his eyes widening with each one. you smirk at his reaction and to his dismay, pull your shirt and shorts down to reveal the set of lingerie he had bought you just the other day.

"you wore it now? but why?" his voice is nasally and whiny, which seems to be the perfect time to secure the cock ring at the base of his leaking and angry cock. he whines some more but immediately stops when you threaten him with the vibrator, turning it on to the highest setting just on the top of his thighs to give him some sensation.

"you'll be good for me right? i won't need to use the vibrator on you, right?"

your dominant voice has his cock leaking prominently, and he's nodding profusely so that you know he understands and will be a good boy for you.

you grin and reach for the body oil, pumping a generous helping into your palm and rubbing it together to warm it up, and then gently caressing mingyu's tanned skin, feeling his body hitch with the soft touches.

he whines at the contact, feeling your hands caressing over his abs and his sides where he's most sensitive. you let your hands stray upwards to massage his nipples briefly, and are pleasantly surprised when he groans loudly and orgasms right then and there, trails of white spurting from his tip and landing over the areas you had oiled.

"oh baby, a bit sensitive are we?" you tease, his cheeks turning pink when you mix his fluids in with the oils already on his body. you can see his body trembling, the need for another orgasm building in his stomach.

you test the waters by pumping some of the oil onto his thighs and massaging them lightly, watching as he tugs violently against the restraints and his muscles tense up. you can see he's trying to hold back, and honestly, so are you at this point.

his whole body is glistening under the dim lamplight with the body oil, and you can tell he's getting frustrated with the sound of the chains being pulled more frequently and violently. you can only smirk as you wipe your hands and reach for the vibrator, turning it onto the lowest setting and placing it on the tip of his cock.

"dont be getting frustrated baby, because i'll always win. you're going to cum over and over for me, until you're sobbing."

#sluttyhao smut #sluttyhao reaction #kpop smut #seventeen smut #mingyu smut

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stjeromeshospital · 10 months

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hi ^_^ so someone recently left some tags on a post i made about modding funger sprites wondering how i did it and i want to explain how because it is actually incredibly incredibly easy and literally anyone could do it. to start im gonna say im going to explain like every process in detail just so its very clear EXACTLY what youre supposed to do for people that arent computer savvy so it might look daunting but in reality i cant express enough how simple it really is. anyway. its pretty long but INCREDIBLY SIMPLE AND EASY TO DO (and understand i hope)

to start youre going to want to find the local files for termina, which if you bought the game off itch.io they should be immediately available to you, however if you bought it off steam youre going to want to find them using steam by finding them in the games settings in your library:

Here ^ (using another game as an example because i dont actually have termina on steam)

you should be here, and from here you want to go into the WWW folder ->

which will take you here, you can just as easily replace any of the movie cutscenes in the game or sound effects like the sprites but im not going to focus on that. for now by this point you want to go into the IMG folder

which looks like this, and its in here, in the CHARACTERS folder where all of the character overworld sprites are stored.

in the files, each character is listed as:

daan = doctor abella = mechanic o'saa = yellow_mage olivia = botanist karin = journalist pav = lieutenant marcoh = thug levi = mercenary marina = occultist samarie = apprentice tanaka = salaryman henryk = chef caligura = mobster august = hunter black kalev = black_kalev ghoul = soldier ghoul is just listed as ghoul, villager ghoul is listed as villager

with this you now decide which character you want to replace with your own, I chose Karin so I'm now going through every file named JOURNALIST until i find the spritesheet im looking for (that being her overworld walking sprite, which looks like this)

every characters overworld spritesheet should look like THIS. no smaller. however other characters (like samarie or august) will have less detailed sheets than playable characters because they dont need to walk diagonally or get their arms chopped off like the players do.

these are the files im looking for, NOW i need to actually LOOK at them (you can not typically just VIEW RPGMVP files so we are going to use a website to do so. that website being

Petschkos RPG-Maker MV & MZ-File Decrypter

which you will need to do all of this. its going to allow you to view files and also turn your own PNGs into RPGMV files to replace the ones here with your own.

it looks like this. as you can see i put the %JOURNALIST.RPGMVP file from the game files in here. this is how you will be able to look at and download the spritesheets (like karins i posted above) at their native resolution (whihc you need) its also how you know which file youre replacing. to do this put a file in (i put in the %journalist file, click RESTORE ORIGINAL IMAGES, the green button in the corner, and then your file will appear in the FILE-LIST on the right, once it does click VIEW and you should be able to see the spritesheet and download it.

and upon clicking view ive found that this file is exactly the one i was looking for ^_^ (the spritesheets youre looking for should all look like this, as in they should include the characters diagonal movement, lost limbs and crawling animations. that means youve found the FULL sprite sheet which affects your IN GAME PLAYABLE CHARACTER as well as how they behave as their NPC/Party member sprites. ive found that most/all of these specific spritesheets are just the characters name (not %doctor1 or $doctor1 JUST %doctor) and they usually start with a % at the beginning, so if youre wanting to change olivia's sprites you want to find %BOTANIST or if you're changing daan you want to find %DOCTOR. ETC.)

NOW that youve got the file and images youre going to edit. we move on to our art or image editing program of choice and get to work.

i use clip studio paint, but you can use any program at all as long as you keep the image resolution just as it is. (you CAN NOT make the canvas LARGER or SMALLER. you can not UPSCALE the sprites or change the resolution. you have to edit/draw over anything THE WAY IT IS) here i have the spritesheet ive been editing, that being karins %journalist file (with added marcoh, i put that there) who im replacing with my funger oc enright. unfortunately theres no secret hack for drawing your sprites easily, it took me weeks to have what i have because i had to draw everything myself. its like animation. i cant teach you to draw good but i can teach you to replace files on ur computer. either way as you can see the sprites i made are in the exact same positions that all of karin's were, youre basically wanting to use the originals as a foundation or "trace over them" so theyre EXACTLY where they should be. if theyre in the wrong spots they'll look a little wonky. i hope i explained this concept well enough. its a sprite sheet if you know how those work then itll work out. (ALSO MAKE SURE YOU SAVE THE PICTURE WITH A TRANSPARENT BACKGROUND.)

NOW THAT YOU HAVE YOUR OWN PERSONALIZED SPRITES we're going to save it as a PNG. and name it the same thing as the file youre replacing so its easier. im replacing %journalist.RPGMVP so i name my image %journalist.png

now we're gonna go back to that website we were at and move to En and De-Encrypt

it looks like this. NOW. first what youre going to do is click the browse button in the green circle, then go back to the CHARACTERS FOLDER in F&H2:T. grab your %JOURNALIST.RPGMV file (or whichever file youre replacing) and SELECT that file. then click DETECT, and you'll get a pop up that you got the code

NOW WITH YOUR CODE, you are going to use this to turn your PNG that you made INTO THE .RPGMVP file that youre replacing, except it'll have the sprites you made and not the other ones.

now put your PNG that you made in the 2nd box, which you can see i did, its also named %journalist, and then click (RE)-ENCRYPT MV

it will appear on the side, and now you can save/download your rpgmvp file that you made yaaaaay! youre in the final stretch.

its very important that the file is named exactly the same as the one you're replacing, im replacing %journalist so the file i make is named the same

NOW. GO BACK TO THE CHARACTERS FOLDER IN F&H2:T WHERE OUR ORIGINAL %JOURNALIST FILE IS LOCATED. you should not have moved it or anything it should still be in there but if you do it doesnt matter. what youre going to do is take *YOUR* file that YOU JUST MADE (the %journalist.rpgmvp file that you just made on that website) and youre going to put it in the folder that you found the original file, the file we're replacing is in the CHARACTERS folder so we're putting it in there. your computer will ask you if you want to replace the original file if its still in there, you can do this. now YOUR NEW FILE is in the game

boot up fear and hunger termina, start a new game as the character you replaced, walk around and see your guy :] there are alot of sprites you'd have to replace to have a fully immersive experience with your replacement character, special anims like sleeping, specific skills, sitting in the train etc. but you can replace ANY spritesheet using the exact method i described. have fun. ill also say im fairly confident you can mod the first game in the same way described as this one but im not sure because i dont have it, its up to you to rummage around the files and find out

if you encountered any problems of any kind along the way feel free to ask me about it, but hopefully this should all be described clearly enough that anyone can get into it and do what they want easily. dont be afraid to fuck with the game files they cant hurt you

#fear and hunger #fear and hunger 2 termina #funger #f&h2 #f&h #mods #modding

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fxlling13 · 2 years

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Dhawan!master x reader

Never alone

Warnings: none

Synopsis: you might have a tiny crush on your professor. So, to get his attention, you pretend you have no idea on what you're learning about.

This was absolutely pathetic. That's what i kept telling myself. At this rate, I was going to actually fail my entire year. In all fairness, it wasn't my fault the professor was so attractive. Entering the lecture hall, I took my seat in the front and opened up my book. As usual, I got two pages ready. One for fake, awful notes. The other for the real, well detailed ones. Seismology was an interesting subject but rady for me to grasp. Everyone else in my class always seemed to be falling asleep. Not me, I was alert and focused. Focused on him. Professor entered the room, glasses on and files in hand. He looked up and gave me a small smile. Returning it, I looked down shyly and prayed I wasn't obvious. I had no friends in university. Everyone seemed to steer away from me. They were all a little slow though so, it never bothered me. I didn't need them at all.

"So class, after marking your work I've come to realise you still can't grasp the basics. So, can anyone tell me what an earthquake actually is? Jake?" The professor asked, leaning against his stand with a bored expression. When there was no response, I looked at the boy next to me. He was playing on his phone, not even noticing.

"Jake?" The professor sounded more forceful now, hand gripping the wooden surface. Again, there was nothing. Sighing, I whacked his arm harshly. With a yelp, he clutched his arm and glared at me.

"The fuck did you do that for!" Blinking at him, I nodded towards the professor. Once he realised all eyes were on him, jake shrunk back slightly.

"Uhm."

"What exactly is an earthquake jake?" I think everyone shivered at his tone of voice. The professor stepped off his raised platform and walked over.

"Well uhm." Jake stuttered over his words. Was he really that dumb?

"A sudden release of energy in the Earth's lithosphere that creates seismic waves." I spoke out quietly, not even thinking it through.

"Well done (y/n). See, it's as easy as that." Feeling myself blush from the praised, I made sure my hair was covering my face. Though, as the Professor returned to his station, I felt eyes boring into the side of my head. It was jake, he looked mad. Choosing to ignore it, I went on with my notes. Both sets.

Once the class was over, I packed in a hurry and left. The food always sold out. The weight I'd lost in my year here was insane. Hunting through each pocket for my phone, I let out a bear scream, as I felt myself get thrown against the wall. Looking up, jake stood there.

"You think it's funny? To humiliate me in front of everyone?" Edging closer to me, I swallowed thickly.

"But I didn't-"

"Shut up!" With a slap, I was knocked to the ground. Looming over me, jake chuckled and kicked my side. I bit my lip to suppress any noise of pain, he didn't like that however. Another jab in my ribs caused me to cry out.

"Such a little attention seeking bitch. Wanting that old mans validation. You're so-" suddenly, there was a flash and then; nothing. Confused, I peeked out. He was gone. No. Not gone. Just, really small. Like he'd been compressed.

"Hey." Hands landed on my own making me jolt.

"Its alright. Relax. Just me." The professor spoke calmly, scanning me over.

"I dont understand."

"Its okay. I'll explain everything. Can you stand?" I went to move but winced. It really hurt. Was he wearing metal boots? He didn't say anything, just hooked his hands under my arms and lifted me up with ease. Supporting me, he lead me back into the lecture room and to his arm chair.

"He most likely bruised your ribs. That's why it's so painful." Nodding, I watched as he perched on his desk.

"You're a very bright young lady, you know?" Tilting my head, I rubbed my side in effort to sooth the pulsating bruise.

"I'm what? No, no. You've seen my work. It's rubbish." Scoffing at what I said, he smiled to himself and shook his head.

"Exactly." Reaching behind him, he picked something up then held it out for me to see. My other book, with my real notes.

"Very clever. I'm almost proud. No, actually. I am proud. You lied to get my attention and it worked." Embarrassed, I just shrugged and fixed my gaze on the floor.

"I truly believed you were just as thick as the rest of them. But no. You're so very smart. Aren't you?" Going red, I let out a nervous laugh.

"I dont know about that sir." Humming, he put the book down and leant forward.

"Lets test it then, shall we? What do you think happened to little jakey boy out there?" He asked, gazing down at me with hope in his eyes, maybe? I couldn't quite describe that look on his face. Thinking back to what I saw, I added a few logical thoughts together.

"Well, considering he was miniaturised but still human. Dead I'd imagine. Tissue compression?" Why was I so calm about this? I felt only safe in the presence of a murderer. His grin grew wider.

"Excellent observation. See!" Jumping up, the professor tucked his glasses away into his blazer. He crouched to my level and stared into my eyes.

"I'm not a professor, (y/n)." Holding eyecontact, I wet my lips.

"Who are you?"

"I'm the master." Even the way he said it, I knew he held power within. There was fire in his eyes. They told a thousand stories and I'd happily sit and listen, to each and every one.

"What are you?" Smirking, the master stood straight. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he cracked his neck aggressively.

"I'm a timelord."

"An alien?"

"Yes. Why? Scared?" Shaking my head, I sat up straighter and smiled.

"Not at all." The master tutted and pursed his lips slightly.

"Extremely intelligent and brave. I might keep you." Hoisting me up carefully, the taller took my hand and began leading me somewhere.

"Keep up human, there's something I want to show you." After a few minutes of strolling through corridors, we arrived at a supplies closet. He pulled out a key and unlocked it. This was all very strange.

"Are you ready, to have your mind blown?" Feeling excited, I nod and watched as he pushed the door open. The master motioned for me to step inside and as I did, the whole room lit up. But it wasn't a supply closet. Oh no. Purple lights were edged around and in the middle sat some sort of control panel. There was an arm chair to one side and stairs lead up to all of this. Even more stairs took off in different directions, to different corridors. Hands landed on my shoulders, guiding me up the steps.

"This is a tardis. It's a space ship. It can go anywhere in time and space. Impressed yet?" Hear rolling round to take everything in, I opened my mouth to speak before starting to think. All of this was amazing. Nothing made sense.

"Why are you showing me all this? Why did you stop him? Are you going to kill me?" Stepping away, the master stood in front of me. Slightly taller than myself, he tilted my chin up gently and simpered.

"One. Because I believe you're truly amazing. Each class I have studied you, the way you analyse is perfection. Honestly, it baffled me that your notes were so wrong." Lifting his hand, he fixed the parting if my hair whilst speaking.

"Two. Because he was hurting you. You're far to precious to be treated that way. He was threatened by your superior intelligence and couldn't handle being wrong. Stupid little humans deserve to die." A chill ran down my spine, more out of exhilaration than anything else.

"Three. No. I won't lie to you. The rest of your classmates will die. But you're special. An old friend of mine always has human companions and now I see why." The master said, turning to the console and flicking some switches. Taking in everything he said, I went to his side slowly and observed his features. Sure, he was acting tough. Acting strong and sturdy. But I saw through that immediately.

"What do you want with me then?"

"Your help. I feel you'll be a good asset in my plan. Most of which, is already in motion." He told me and whilst it sounded truthful, I knew there was something else.

"Are you sure?" Raising he brow to my question, he leant against the console with his arms folded.

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"Because I think you're just lonely." I explained. The master shifted slightly, feigning a look of amusement.

"What are you-"

"I can see it, in your eyes. The way you carry yourself. Its an act. I'm right, I know I am." All he did was chuckle.

"Too smart for your own good. Well done. Got me. Either way, I do need you for my plan." Deciding not to push further, I nod and took a breath.

"What plan?" So he began to explain his plan, who the doctor was and why he hated her. Honestly, I didn't blame him. I also didn't care about the people dying or the risk of my own death. No point of living if its not fun. At the end of his run through, he held my face in his hands delicately.

"If you don't want this, tell me. I'll wipe your memory and your life will go on as normal." Leaning into his touch, I just smiled at him.

"I want this."

Watching from the side lines, I saw yaz reverse the regeneration and my master was back to being himself. He was right, the doctor and her friends ruined everything. Ignoring the women having their moment, I ran over to the glass unit and opened the door. I got him into a comfortable position and checked for a pulse. A sigh of relief left me once I found it.

"(Y/n)? That's your name right?" Looking up, I saw the doctor stood there, wobbly from the regeneration.

"You can come with us, he can't hurt you now." She told me, holding out a hand. Confused, I gazed up angrily.

"Hurt me? He doesn't wanna hurt me." Yaz stepped forward, steadying the blonde.

"Has he got her hypnotised?"

"Most likely. But I can stop that, I can help you." She explained, smiling at me as if I'd just jump up and join her. Grabbing a gun from the floor, I pointed it at them and stood.

"Get in your tardis and fly away. I don't want your help." Without question, they turned and left. We had a plan, incase it all went wrong and I knew I'd have to do it alone. Grabbing the masters, now adapted, tce, I transported us back to the tsrdis and got to work. Having memorised the control pattern, I set off the core of the planet. One giant earthquake to blow it all up, leaving the doctor to deal with angry cybermen and daleks. Meanwhile, we could fly away safely.

One adrift in deep space, I sank to the floor and buried my face into my knees. It felt like I was going to loose him. The one person who finally understood me. Was going to die. I don't know how long I sat there crying for but, as soon as I heard that deep inhale of breath, I bolted up. Rubbing my face dry, I rushed to the master side as he sat up coughing.

"Did...did you destroy it?" Nodding, I helped him to stand.

"Yes, it's all done." Grunting, I composed himself then looked at me for a minute. His eyes scanned me before he started up the stairs.

"I need to clean myself up. You should do the same, keep yourself occupied." As he disappeared from veiw, I saw him glance down at his hand. Swearing I heard that same, low yet high, buzzing noise from earlier; I tried not to think about it.

After a shower and a new set of clothes, I made my way back to the console room and found the master, putting the tardis back together. Knowing my time with him was coming to an end, I just watched for a while.

"You did very well, you know?" He suddenly said, moving away from his work. Shrugging, I just hugged myself tightly.

"I guess. Are you taking me home?" All he did was nod, typing some things into the keypad. How I was going to just go on with life, I had no idea. How could I leave him? I needed him. A part of me wished he needed me just as much. Stupid thoughts.

"You could stay with me. If you like?" The master asked, not looking up from the controls.

"Really?" Walking over to him, he spun on his heel and I got a good look at him for the first time that night. Somehow, he seemed younger. More alive than before. Beard gone, hair cut and curly again.

"Yes, if you answer me one question."

"What is it?" Sighing, he sat back against the console.

"Why were you crying before I woke up? Your eyes are still red now." Looking down, I played with my fingers. Nails scraped across my skin harshly.

"I thought I'd lost you. I thought you weren't going to wake up. I don't ever want to loose you. I can't. But you weren't moving and there was nothing I could do. I was useless. I need you with me i-" choking up, the master pulled me into his chest immediately. One arm held my waist whilst the other was on the back of my head, running down my hair softly. Nuzzling my face into his purple waistcoat, I sniffled quietly. My arms were wound his chest, hands gripping the back of his shirt.

"Shh, you're not going to loose me. Never, I won't let you be alone again." Nodding into his chest, I basked in his warmth and comfortable. The master kissed my head.

"You were completely correct. I was so very alone. Going around and trying to destroy the universe to mask my self hatred." Pushing me back slightly, he cupped my cheeks and ran his thumb across it tenderly.

"Not anymore. I can honestly say these past few months have been the best. Cross my hearts, you made all the difference. I need you." He said, pressing his forehead to mine so we were less than an inch apart.

"I swear, I'll be amazing for you. We can travel the starts together. You and me. How about that?" Nodding at him, I smiled and subconsciously moved my hands to his. They linked together perfectly.

"I'd love that. If I can also ask you two questions first?" Moving back slightly, he bobbed his head at me.

"Why me?" He just let out a small laugh and dried off my cheeks.

"You understand me. You took the time to listen and learn. You never saw me as a monster. I don't care that my plan failed. Because you're worth more than that could ever be worth." Blushing, I couldn't supress my smile. I'm sure he noticed because he looked extremely pleased with himself.

"Secondly, did you-. Did you regenerate? Because you were looking at your hand and after everything you puy yourself through?" Chuckling at my observation, the master booped my nose.

"I forgot how analytical you are." Tugging his bottom lip between his teeth, he thought for a moment then deflated.

"Yes. Got up to my room, couldn't stop it." Now I was extremely confused. Taking his hand, I saw that left over regeneration energy swirling beneath the surface.

"But you don't look any different? I don't understand."

"You like this face." Blinking up at him, I still couldn't comprehend it. The master let out a breath before guiding my hand to his cheek. I held it, feeling the soft skin beneath my own.

"I know you like this face. The way I am now is just what you like. So why would I change that when I want to make you happy?" Amazed, my eyes softened and I simpered at the thought. Was I reading this all wrong? I hoped not.

"You stayed the same, just to keep me happy?"

"To keep you with me." He made clear, leaning into my hand. Taking this opposite, I leant up and pressed my lips to his. Immediately, the master kissed back. His hands were on my waist, holding me flush against him. Tilting my head, he deepened the kiss. It was passionate and full of loving emotions. It was perfect. We only pulled away so i could take a breath. That didn't last long though, as the master Brough me back in again. The second kiss was much less desperate. Soft, more of a promise. Breaking apart, I was left breathless. My arms wrapped around his neck so I could just hug him tightly.

"I'm guessing that response means I get you keep you?" He asked, being obviously sarcastic. Pulling myself away just enough to look at him, I grinned.

"Believe me, I'm never leaving you."

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teen-antisocial · 1 month

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SPEAK NOW

TRACK FOUR

BACK TO DECEMBER

REGULUS BLACK X MALE READER

ANGST (TW : DEATH, MENTION OF DROWNING)

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As the sun began to set, a tear slipped down his face. Each day of regret reaching back to him and gripping on to him. Regulus was dead. And he couldn't help, but it's not his fault. He didn't know Regulus was going to hunt horcruxes.

But Reggie's ghost watched feeling nothing but heartbreak for the cause he put his boyfriend through. Carefully, he sat on the window sill and looked over at Y/N. “I'm glad you made time to see me” he heard his soft voice speak.

He forgot that Y/N could see ghosts. “How's life? Tell me, how's your family?”

“I haven't seen them in a while. I've been good, making myself busier than ever.”

The two, small talk about work and the weather. Hoping to clear the air and make each other feel better about what happened. Regulus looked down, and back at Y/N. Realising how bad he messed up. “Your guard is up and I know why. Because-”

“the last time I saw you is still burned in the back of my mind.”

“You gave me roses…”

“and you left them there to die”

“Look, this is me swallowing my pride and standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night. And I go back to December all the time!” Reg snapped, jumping off the window sill trying to get his boyfriend to understand. “it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you! Wishing I'd realised what I had when you were mine! I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright.”

“I go back to December all the time…” Y/N admitted, looking down. “I'd make sure I knew what you were planning and would help. Maybe then you wouldn't have died! I mean these sleeping I haven't been sleeping, staying up playing back myself leaving.”

“It wasn't your fault. You had enough. I mean remember when your birthday passed and I didn't call or write or anything. You had a valid reason”

“But then I think about summer, all the beautiful times I watched you laughing from the passenger's side and realised I loved you in the fall…”

The two went silent, not knowing what to say, both had too much. But they didn't know how to word it. Just too much was in their brains at once, and that wasn't what they needed. Suddenly, Y/N found himself talking again.

“And then the cold came, the dark days when fear crept into my mind, you gave me all your love and all I gave you was goodbye."

Regulus shook his head and started walking over to his beloved. “No, you had every right to be scared. I mean Merlin, your a Hufflepuff, and a half blood He who shall not be named would have had both yours and remus’ head. And me becoming a death eater didn't help at all.”

“But I had no good reason to treat you the way I did, and now you're dead! Regulus I love you so much and I just let you die-”

“You didn't know, and I mean I'm here now aren't i”

“So? You're dead, not like we can kiss and make things better.”

“So, this is me swallowing my pride standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night. and I go back to december all the time!”

“Yes I know, it turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you wishing I'd realised what I had when you were mine. And that I'd go back to December-”

“And change my own mind… I go back to December all the time, love.”

“Reg, please dont. Please don't miss you more!”

“More? I'm here you don't need to miss me?”

“No, Reg, your a ghost, I miss the physical you.”

“What…?”

“I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile, so good to me, so right. And how you held me in your arms that September night. The first time you ever saw me cry”

“maybe this is wishful thinking, probably mindless thinking but if we loved again I swear I'd love you right, I'd go back in time and change it. But I can't. So if the chain is on your heart, I understand.”

Y/N looked down at the floor. He wanted his lover back. He needed his lover back. Carefully, he reached out to grab the ghost's hand, but unfortunately the hand went straight through. It is cold like an ice cube. This made him cry more. “JUST COME BACK!” he cried.

“Y/N??” he heard Remus’ voice ask from outside his door in worry. “Are you okay? I've just seen the daily profit! Can I come in?”

“Please remember that I love you…” Reggies soft voice spoke

“But-”

“This is me swallowing my pride, standing in front of you saying I'm sorry for that night. And I go back to December. It turns out freedom ain't nothing but missing you. Wishing I'd realised what I had when you were mine. I'd go back to December, turn around and make it alright, I'd go back to December, turn around and change my own mind” Regs soft voice spoke before walking backwards and slowly turning transparent.

Y/N began shaking and crying. Knowing that would be the last time he would ever see Regulus. It hurt. “NO!” he screamed into the abyss. Falling to his knees, in sorrow. Just as he fell, Remus burst through the door and held his younger brother and rocked him. Letting him know he wasn't alone. Tears poured out of the young boy's eyes. “Why did he go?” He asked.

“I don't know Y/N/N, I don't know”

Y/N sobbed more and more, realising he'd go back to December all the time. Not just sometimes…

All the time…

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