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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 months

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If you allow yandere, then Can I request a yandere! Catnap x Creator! reader?

Time are in the middle of hour of joy, and Reader are in playcare, catnap are chasing reader and reader are desperately running away from him. and reader is creator or the person who came up with the design of Catnap.

'God..why did this happen? Why did this have to happen?? God, please make this stop...tell me I'm dreaming..'

Sadly, this was no dream.

The screams, the bloodshed, the senseless slaughter..

All of it was very much real, and you were right in the middle of it all, currently hiding within Playcare. You didn't even know what was going on exactly or why.

Everywhere you looked, there was another dead body on the ground, in the grass, and splayed across the stairs...all of whom were either your coworkers, scientists you've never seen before, security personnel, or innocent visitors.

Many of them had similar wounds--claw marks from none other than Catnap himself, who you saw stalking around the premises, looking for survivors.

But why would he do something like this?

How was he even capable of such violence?

It was supposed to be a normal and simple day:

You clocked in, checked up on Catnap's well-being after he put the children to sleep, and then left to attend to other matters. It was a mundane routine, but you were always excited to get up and go to work because of him.

However, you were running a tad bit late today and feared you'd get an earful from your supervisor considering the company's strict tardiness rules.

But on your way to Playcare, the emergency sirens resounded all throughout the facility. You had no idea what was going on, although the distant screams made you utterly terrified and had you running straight to that area, praying you'll find shelter from whatever danger lurked nearby...

Instead you ran straight into the scene of a massacre.

All orchestrated by Catnap and several mini-Smiling Critters who got loose, attacking and devouring whatever poor human got caught in their sights.

You had to throw on your gas mask quickly to avoid inhaling the red smoke. There was very little lingering in the air still, but judging from the corpses who still wore them or had them torn from their heads, they must have been prepared for this massive containment breach.

Even so, none were spared.

Catnap was probably smart enough to know the purpose of those masks. And he put them all to sleep. Permanently.

Yet somehow he hasn't spotted you yet, and you hoped to every god above that he didn't.

This pained you especially as you were on the designer team for the Smiling Critters. You actually made the first drawing of Catnap and presented it to your boss, who approved it right away...but only after making a few minor major adjustments.

Who knew something so sweet and innocent would turn into something so deadly?

He was supposed to be nothing more than a cartoon character brought to life and a plush toy (that unfortunately got recalled). How the higher-ups managed to achieve that with him and the other critters without your team ever knowing...you had no idea, but you were thrilled by the results.

You adored Catnap, and he was well aware that you created the idea of him--almost worshipping you, in a sense, and being the only human he'd properly communicate with.

In turn, you've communicated with him healthily, treating him like a person instead of an experiment. He did mutter strange things sometimes and talked about freedom, but you never probed him on that nor reminded him that he was a prisoner here.

No matter how true it may be, no toy deserves to be told that.

Now that you were here, hiding from the very thing you had loved and created, you weren't sure if you were even looking at Catnap anymore.

It may look like him, but it's not him.

Catnap is not a killing machine.

Whatever those scientists did turned him into a monster. A creature they failed to keep in check.

And he snapped, slaughtering many of your acquaintances and innocent families interested in the adoption program.

He kept muttering about an "Hour of Joy", which you've heard him speak of in the past. But you've always assumed he was talking about an upcoming birthday party or event within the Playhouse the other Smiling Critters were planning..

Not a giant bloodbath that painted the floors and walls of Playcare red.

You ducked behind a trash canister as you watched Catnap creep towards a survivor, who was also wearing a gas mask and breathing hard. Seeing that their leg was torn off at the knee, you knew there was no hope of helping them.

The moment they were spotted, their fate was sealed.

They were his prey now.

You couldn't look away as he paused for a moment, before reaching forward with a quick swipe, tearing off their mask. His claws left big gash marks across their face as they wailed in pain, but it didn't last long as he quickly pounced and slashed their throat next--leaving them to choke on their own blood.

Seconds later, their body stilled, becoming just like the rest of those surrounding them.

You made the horrible mistake of exhaling a shaky breath, the mask amplifying the noise.

That's when Catnap whipped his head towards you, those white dots growing larger.

"YOU. COME HERE."

Realizing your cover's blown, you jumped up and knocked the trash canister over, hoping it'd distract him long enough for you to race inside Home Sweet Home. But the diversion barely did anything, as you heard the loud stomps of the purple beast practically on your heels.

He lunged at the door just as you turned and slammed it shut, locking it and trying to shove a chair beneath the knobs. There was loud knocking on the other side, but eventually it stopped.

As soon as it did, you rushed into one of the many bunkbed rooms, finding it strangely devoid of children, scientists, and caretakers.

What happened to them all?

Did they evacuate safely?

Did they know about this ahead of time?

You had no idea, and quite frankly..now wasn't the time to find out. Rather, it was time for you to think of a way out of this wretched place, but you feared it won't be easy.

You knew the orphanage's interior like the back of your hand--the problem were the little Smiling Critters that you could currently hear pitter-pattering down the halls.

He put them here on patrol.

If any of them saw you..surely they'd alert him.

On the brightside, there were no traces of red smoke to be found, so you briefly took the mask off to give yourself a breather. Sweat poured down your face, and your throat ran dry; you could practically feel your own heartbeat pounding within it as you tried to figure out your next move.

Maybe if you wait here long enough, he'll get bored and leave...

Or maybe he'll-

All of the sudden, a critter leapt out from underneath one of the covers and tried latching onto your head. You yelled out as it screeched right beside your ear, attempting to bite into it and get a taste of your flesh, but you managed to throw it down to the ground and keep it crushed under your shoe.

You grabbed a nearby metal rod from a destroyed bedframe, pointing the sharp end at its throat..

Only to realize it was a Catnap, who looked perfectly intact aside from a little dirt caking its plush body.

Both of you had a bit of a staring contest.

And in the end....you couldn't find it in you to kill it.

All you could do was stare down at the creature, tears in your eyes as you watched it wriggle and snarl, pawing at your foot. It was barely putting up a fight now, which made you realize it probably didn't want to attack you.

Rather..it seemed hungry.

But why would it be hungry for human flesh?

Was Catnap the same way? Was he hungry or just killing for sport?

More importantly...why was he killing at all and tormenting you like this?

Maybe he was angry about his toyline being recalled, or the unfair treatment he's gotten here by the scientists. Or perhaps he felt outcasted by the other Smiling Critters.

You didn't know if any of them were still around, but for all you knew they could be just like him.

Hungry, rampaging monsters.

The ringing phone snapped you back to reality, and you cautiously took your foot off the tiny Catnap. It got up and skittered away into a nearby hole in the rotting wall, apparently having lost its appetite.

You quickly answered the machine, praying it was somebody upstairs trying to get in contact with you. Maybe a survivor who knew how to get you out. Before you gave them a chance to speak, you went first, being so scared, frustrated, and overwhelmed by everything that's happened thus far.

You just wanted this nightmare to be over already.

"Thank god. What the hell is going on?! It's like a fucking slaughterhouse down here-"

"It's a celebration. The Hour of Joy, little mouse."

Your blood ran cold, realizing who that voice belonged to. 'The Toys...they know how to use these phones..?'

"C-Catnap?"

"[Y/n]..why did you run away?" He whispered hoarsely. "I didn't know it was you."

"Wha...b-because you were killing people!" Your voice grew shaky, confused as to why he sounded so calm. "And you would've killed me, too!!"

"No."

"...what?"

"You are special to me, little mouse. You breathed life into me. You must be kept safe, for you are pure..unlike these wretched souls." He murmured. "They would have taken you away from me. Forever. I do not want that."

"Y-You're..not making any sense, Catnap." You struggled to wrap your head around his words. "If someone told you I'm quitting or getting fired or transferring..they lied. Nobody's taking me away from you..is that what you're afraid of? Is that why you did all of this?"

"I did it..for the Prototype...and for you. He told me I could spare one soul when our Hour of Joy is up."

Your stomach sank, but before you could ask him more about this "prototype", he cut you off.

"Shhhhhhhh. No more talking. No more running. Sleep, little mouse."

By the time you realized red smoke was starting to fill up the room, it was already far too late as you began coughing. You dropped the phone and frantically searched for your gas mask.

No way in hell were you going to fall asleep now.

Especially not after what he told you.

You'd rather die with the rest of them.

Suddenly you heard a small crunching noise and looked down, seeing that you stepped on one of the lenses. 'Shit..it must've broke off during my scuffle with Mini-Catnap...'

You could feel your eyelids growing heavy, and you instead tried grabbing something to stuff beneath the door to stop more smoke from seeping in. No matter what, you HAD to stay awake, you told yourself.

And yet..

That stained worn mattress with the blanket you half-dragged off suddenly looked quite comfortable.

You collapsed onto it, feeling exhaustion overwhelm you immediately despite the rest of your body's attempts to fight it--knowing your fate was ultimately left in his hands should you fail.

But you were so, so tired..

You couldn't help closing your eyes. Just for a little while.

Right before losing consciousness, however, you noticed that the door was now open, and through the red fog appeared Catnap himself.

Except he didn't look like a monster made of skin and bones, instead being a little bipedal purple cat who seemingly jumped straight out of the cartoon show.

His fur wasn't tainted with a single spec of blood or dirt.

He was perfect.

Your perfect creation.

All he did was smile, and you fell asleep smiling back.

#clanask #anonymous #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playtime catnap #catnap #smiling critters #angst #yandere #tw yandere #tw death mention

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flashbangstars · 3 months

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NCT dream as people you met on public transport

as someone who lives in a big city this was simply fitting

Mark

he took the last seat as you both got on at the same stop

he made awkward eye contact as he notices you standing infront of him as he was sitting

and them proceeded to look at you ever couple minutes while he was sitting

he had headphones in, but with how shit they were you could hear the justin bieber songs leaking through and he was now on his 6th jb song

it was like he literally had just a jb playlist

GOD ANOTHER ONE

every time the train would stop for a station he would pull one earbud out and look around wildly and then once he realized it wasn't his spot he would put the earbud back

when you had zoned out staring off into the distance you felt a poke at your leg.

"you can have my seat when I get off"

#1 jb stan was being a gentlemen

you weren't sure if he was aware, but he had been loudly humming the songs as they past and he currently was halfway through one less lonely girl

when the train slowed to your stop, jb stan shot up abruptly leaving less than 2 inches between the two of you

and like screeched a little bit?

Running towards the exit of the train and waiting for the doors to open

once they opened he darted across the platform to the same train on the other side going the opposite way

Justin bieber boy missed his stop too lost in the jb sauce : (

Renjun

your usual go to is putting ur backpack on the seat next to you, (because you get enjoyment from being an asshole)

two stops into your commute, shorty came up to you and pointed at your backpack

you took your airpod out and looked up

"can you move your bag

no "please", no "is it ok" NOTHING

you begrudgingly moved your bag onto to your lap

he sat down next to you and put his own headphones on

the good news was he smelled really good

like sophisticated richness

like he owned a yacht and went to expensive restaurants

you just usually stole whatever perfume your roommate left out in the bathroom (with permission)

and why are the mean looking bitches always hot??

He looks like he perpetually sucks on lemons, but I want him!

halfway through the ride you had been zoned out and knew your stop wasn't for a bit, you felt a tug at your bag

your ass clenched in fear, cuz like am I being robbed??

looking down slightly you watched as ice prince was mindlessly playing with the keychain that hung from your bag that was in his space

you didn't move a inch as if not to spook him (jesus christ hes not a fucking animal)

he then snapped out of it and dropped the keychain and looked up quickly to see if you noticed, not expecting you to be already looking

he flinched a bit and eyes widened

"oh.. I'm so sorry" he apologized putting his hands up

you reach down again and grab the keychain he had been playing with and hold it up

"I got it from gas station because I thought it was cool"

his small hand slowly creeped down again to grab the keychain once more

"oh, It looks really cool" he said softly and played with the charms

you two then spent the rest of the trip talking about the trinkets on your bags

Jeno

he was on the train when you got on, he was sitting at one of the double seats by the door

when he saw you get on he moved his sports duffle from the seat next to him onto the floor and gave you that look of "you can sit here if you want"

he had on those big over ear headphones and a giant ass hoodie n sweats

if you were being honest he was kinda hot

when you sat down next to him it was incredibly hard to not make awkward eye contact with him as he was beside you

it was semi hot outside since it was the end of spring and so you both were in shorts

you had that weird skin to skin contact at first and I think it sparked some sort of carnal desire

very much so a inside us there are two wolves moment

you couldn't even tell anyone about your experience because he could see your screen and you didn't have one of those privacy ones!

you had to suffer in silence, job harder than the soldiers : (

when your stop came, you went. reach above and pull the line, but he beat you to it and reached his arm over you doing it first.

well now you just had to follow him home!

kidding!

Haechan

You had 10 stops before yours, and you were sitting in front of the lit up board that tracked the stops.

your roommate got on usually 5 stops after you to join you otw home so you weren't worried about missing the stop

You put headphones in and leaned your head back to escape the harsh bright lights of the train.

30 minutes pass and you open your eyes to your roommate sitting on the side opposite you with a devious ass look on her face

the rest of your body wakes up from your power nap and become aware of the weight on your head and your arms

you had fallen asleep and wrapped your hands around the arm of the guy next to you..

and you had rested your head on his shoulder...

what the FUCK DO I DO NOW?

A Midst your panic you notice the weight on top of your head....

HE HAD FALLEN ASLEEP ON YOU????

you slowly snake your hand out from his arm and check your phone.

you had 67 notifications in your groupchat...

opening it, you find 7 pictures of you and this literally STRANGER asleep on each other.

waitttttt.... whys he kinda hot......

this actually may not be bad!

love and affection FOR THE FREE?

lemme take my ass back to sleep

the next time you woke up you had been repositioned now with your head on your friends shoulder

damn how fucking hard did you sleep....

you look around and nap stranger had disappeared

you felt your heart clench at the loss of your momentary wattpad relationship, mourning the hot man who had fallen asleep on you

becoming aware of your limbs again you tighten your grip around your phone and bring it up to check the notifications to find a bright yellow post it note stuck to the screen

"thanks for the nap : ) 999-999-9999"

this was a major win for women everywhere

Jaemin

the bus in the morning was this like devastating liminal space

it was cold

the lights were bright

and you kinda wanted to get hit by the bus

because of how early it is, you usually were one of the only people on the bus

today two stops in a fucking mens model on on the bus!!

sir what are you doing in this metal prison!

he sat in the back on the raised portion while you stayed in the front

you glanced up to look at him again, because.. shit if this was going to be the highlight of your morning you would take it

but when you looked up you made direct eye contact with him

playing off smoothly you did the thing where you kinda look to the side ish

looking back again you make eye contact AGAIN

hello???

as you two hold this prolonged eye contact, he raised his hand and waVED?

yall hear that meowing??? thats just my puss- GUNSHOTS

you wave back and smile your best "Im a innocent girl, but can take it like a champ" smile

and watch as he grabs his bag and stands

ur ass clenches thinking this will be the last time you may come across prince charming, but then unclenches when you realize it is also your stop

Getting up you follow ahead and go to the door exiting. walking down the street in the early morning listening to some fuckass songs trying to make the reality of 8 am classes seem better

when a hand grips your shoulder

21 years of being a woman and also a anxious mess you scream and turn around with your hands up

just to see sexy man from bus!

sexy man from bus what are you doing here?

"i am so sorry, you just didn't here me calling, so I just grabbed you I don't know why I did that, especially you're a woman alone, I don't know why I didn't think of that first?.."

sexy bus man was now rambling

"its ok!!" you say trying to put SBM (sexy bus man) out of his misery

"oh uh, well you left this on the bus, when you got up I think it got stuck on the seat, and i figured since we got off at the same stop I would just grab it.."

rambling seemed to be a common occurrence for SBM

looking down you saw the familiar hello kitty keychain you had on the back of your bag that you spent way to much money on a claw game for in his hand

"thank you sexy bu- SIR"

"..... your welcome"

Chenle

it was 7am on a Wednesday night and bro just got on the train in a pair of sunglasses on.

it was almost never that serious

it was in the morning and you were waiting for a friend and saving a seat hence the double seat with one side with your backpack

the sunglasses walked down the aisle and stopped at your chair.

not even asking, he grabbed your backpack with his grimy hands and moved it to be next to you, then sitting down opposite

you literally felt your eye twitch because like HUH?

"excuse me? I'm waiting for someone, they literally just got on at this stop"

sunglasses perked up the slightest and directed his gaze towards you "I don't see them"

you literally felt your eye twitch again and you chest tighten because of the audacity

your friend at that moment walked into the car, prompting you to point and say "okay well she's here now, you can move"

to which sunglasses shrugged and and said "I'm comfortable, why are you so opposed to sharing?"

you heard your friend laugh in disbelief and your eye twitched AGAIN

Your friend squished in next to you and you ended up sitting across from Sunglasses

your thighs were burning from you sitting tightly so your knees wouldn't brush, and your resolve to stare at him until his exploded was dwindling

with a huff you relaxed and felt your knee nudge his and cried a little inside but dealt with it

When the train arrived you got up and walked out of the seat before he could and went to your bus stop

sitting at the bend you felt a tap at your shoulder and looked up

GASP it was sunglasses! without sunglasses!

GASP why was sunglasses kinda hot!?

GASP wait why sunglasses here?!!!

Sunglasses smiled a bit and put his hand out "I figure I'd introduce myself, since we had such a lovely time on the train together, I'm Chenle"

you could feel how wide your mouth was hanging in disbelief and you stared at the surprisingly well manicured hand in front of you

but deciding against your morals, you shook his hand and introduced yourself

"nice to meet you Y/N, you wouldn't mind if we sat together on the bus right"

Jisung

The train during rush hour was a fucking nightmare, your class ended at 4:50 and the only line that could take you to your apartment from the university is the most popular one

when the door open you pushed in to the train and literally no seats were open.

you gripped the railing and tried to widen your stance a bit to keep stability

the train started and apparently the conductor was having a bad fucking day because he was fucking stomping on the breaks

each stop jolted you so aggressively that you feared for your life and dignity if you were to fall on this here train

after about three stops of fighting for you life, your hand was beginning to be slip from the sweat on the railing and your arm was throbbing from tensing for the last 20 minutes

all of a sudden the conductor hits the break once

...your hand slipping from the railing

and then hits it again a second time

.........you lose your footing

you fall backwards and close your eyes waiting to land embarrassingly on your ass.

instead............

you fall on the seats behind you

you feel a hand out of instinct grab your waist to stop you from falling more and another hand goes on your thigh to stop your legs.

opening your eyes you make eye contact with someone.....who honestly looks more scared/embarrassed than you are??

He looks like a guy around your age and is staring at you with these dark eyes as if you were taking your last dying breath in his lap

"are you okay" he asks sounding... once again more embarrassed than you were!???

"I'm okay! thank you!" you say still sitting bridal style in his lap

neither of you moves

like he still is deadass cradling you right now in public

"uh can I get up...?" you say and you watch his face flush red all over

"OH yeah, I'm so sorry" he says unhanding you

you stand in front of him and grab onto the loop in front of him

and..... you both spend the rest of the train ride avoiding eye contact because you both turn red when you do meet eyes.

______

im going to proofread later pls excuse if it seems like im illiterate

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imabeautifulbutterfly · 1 month

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Hello again! I've returned with another fic roulette request!

I would love to see what you can do with 2 and 31 Tech and f!reader. Please and thank you~ (Apologies for another Tech request, I'm a wee bit of a Tech girlie. ^^' )

Hello gorgeous,

I'm a Tech girlie too, so don't worry. I love our lovable nerd clone. He's so adorable.

I hope you enjoy this fic, since you didn't specify a platonic relationship, I didn't write one. I hope that's okay.

Also all the star talk is copied from Study.com, 'What Causes a Star to Shine Brightly?' article. Thank you to the writer for providing a great synopsis I could use.

Also it got a bit long at 1400+ words.

Love oo,

Just a Dream

Warning: Fluff, anxiety, force sensitive reader, possible character death, fear, nightmare, information dumping, I think that's it, if I miss any please let me know.

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The house was quiet, the island was quiet, not surprising when it was nearly two in the morning. You did your best to try and sleep, but you couldn’t. You kept having the same dream, a secret meeting with Imperial commanders. An explosion that dislodges a cable car. Tech hanging from a rappelling cable. No matter how hard you tried to push those images away, you couldn’t. Something about Tech dangling over nothing from a rappelling cable put knots in your stomach. You grabbed the shawl one of the villagers made you, they said you looked like the kind that indulged in warmth. She was a kind older woman, and you couldn’t say no.

You tightened the shawl around as you sat on the patio chairs that had been donated to you and the Bad Batch. It was their way of welcoming all of you and honestly, you were beyond overwhelmed by Pabu’s hospitality and openness. You never wanted to leave here.

As quietly as possible you moved the chair away from the patio table, took a seat and looked up watching the stars, trying to calm down your mind.

It was a few minutes before you heard the door to the house close and footsteps coming to join your side.

Tech sat down and looked up to the stars with you, he knew if you were out here it usually had to do with a nightmare that wouldn’t leave your mind or it had to do with some anxiety you were going through at the moment.

“Do you know a star is a glowing body of gas and plasma? The reason a star glows is that it uses nuclear fusion to fuse hydrogen atoms into helium nuclei producing both heat and light. Scientists can determine what elements make up a star by looking at the emission spectra of the light they produce.”

You turned your head looking at him smiling, enjoying listening to his voice.

“There’s a star that is known as a red dwarf star, it’s smaller and cooler than main-sequence stars. However, due to their dimensions and cooler temperature they are too dim to be seen by the naked eye. You need a telescope in order to see them. And some have been estimated to have a life span of 10 trillion years.”

As you listened to his soothing voice you couldn’t help but smile and keep looking at him as you turned fully to face him, keeping the shawl close, shutting out the cold air.

“What other star is there?”

“Well I’ve also read about red supergiant stars. Now these stars have fused all their hydrogen, so now they are fusing helium into carbon. Causing the star to expand in size until all the helium runs out in about one to two million years. The stars with the coolest temperatures appear red, and when a red supergiant star dies, it explodes into a supernova.”

You smirked as you listened to him, “When did you learn all this stuff about stars?” You asked him as you watched him turn his head to look at you.

“When I learned you enjoyed looking at the stars.”

“You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. You are important to me, and what you find enjoyable is important to me too.”

“You’re always there for me, aren’t you?”

"I will always be there for you. Whether you need me to simply info dump so your brain turns off, or you need someone to sit beside you in silence and hold your hand. I’ll always be there for you.”

As he said those words the image of him dangling from the rappelling cable came back into your mind, your smile fading as the sense of dread from before filled you again.

He didn’t have to ask to see what something was wrong, he moved his chair closer, and gently caressed your head, holding your hand, “Hey, hey, shhhh. Shhhh. You’re okay. Hey, look at me.” He tilted your head, using his forefinger to lift your chin, until your eyes met his.

“What’s wrong?” He gently wiped the tears that had been silently falling down your cheeks, “What is it? Was it a nightmare?”

You simply nodded afraid that speaking what you feared may come true.

“Was it a bad dream?”

Well that’s the thing, it wasn’t necessarily a bad dream, but the feeling that came with the dream is what made it worse. It was almost as though your heart was preparing you for a loss that you hadn’t even experienced yet, “I … I don’t know.” You finally answered, giving the only answer you really could.

Tech tilted his head as he looked at you, slowly guiding you out of your chair, to sit on his lap as his arms wrapped around you, gently rubbing your back as you tucked your head into his neck, wanting to hide from everything.

“Well… can you tell me what’s got you so upset. Was it something in the dream? Or was it something you realized because of the dream?”

“It …. It didn’t really …” you took a breath and closed your eyes as you wrapped your free arm around Tech holding him close, “It was about you.”

“Me. Okay. What about me? Did I say something wrong?”

“No.”

“Was I mean to you?”

“No.”

“Did this have to do with a mission?” You were silent. “Okay, a mission. Did something go wrong in the mission?”

“I don’t know… I think so. I saw an explosion.”

“Okay. Explosion, was someone injured because of the explosion?”

“No.”

“Was I in danger because of the explosion?”

“I don’t know.”

“Okay, well what can you tell me?”

“You were dangling.”

“Dangling. Was I holding on to something for dear life, dangling? Or was I gripping onto Wrecker’s arm, and waiting for him to pull me back to safety dangling?”

“You were hanging over nothing from a rappelling cable. I know it doesn’t sound bad, but … I have this feeling.”

“Feeling?”

“Yes. I feel as though … I … I’ll lose you.”

Tech didn’t speak for a second, processing what you were saying, trying to understand the fear that had somehow embedded itself into your heart.

“So … you think I’ll die on this mission that we haven’t planned or even expected.”

“I don’t know how to explain it, but … I feel something big is going to happen, and because of that … we’ll be forced to make a decision. And because of that decision … I’ll …” your voice died down, barely above a whisper as you were about to answer him, “I’ll lose you. Forever.”

He let out a sigh, as he turned his head to kiss your forehead and wrapped his arms tighter around you, “Death is part of life, cyar’ika. You know that, I know that. These dreams … I know your force sensitive, not a Jedi, but at least somewhat knowledgeable of the force, and … it could mean a lot of things. It could mean that I’m simply dangling out in the open for a short amount of time. Could mean that I need to pack a second rappelling gun, in case the first one gets jammed it doesn’t mean I’m going to die.”

He took a minute to breathe in your scent leaving another kiss on your forehead, “And even if I die, it won’t change how I feel about you. How I’ve always felt about you. Ner cyare, please know that the time I’ve spent with you, being loved by you, having the privilege to love you in return has been some of the happiest and most loveliest days of my life. I look forward to every morning and night, because you’re there to make it better. I’m not saddened by the fact I may have to face my death, because I have no regrets.”

“I don’t want you to go” you stated, trying to fight back the tears despite the pricks you felt, “I’d rather have you alive and beside me. I …” you voice trembled as your bottom lip quivered, “I’m not ready to let you go.”

“Cyare, it was just a dream. I’m not going anywhere. Like I said there are no missions we plan on taking or are planning. I’m going to be right here.”

Tech held you for the rest of the night, even when you went back to your quarters, he didn’t stop holding you, keeping you pressed against him hoping to calm your fears and worries. He didn’t want to tell you, but the fact you may have dreamt his death, unnerved him a little. He shook the idea out of his mind, there was no need to worry. There were no missions coming up.

At least that’s what he thought, until he received the distress call from Crosshair.

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bunji-enthusiast · 2 months

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Hear me out.

It's angst.

I think I used 2/3 characters but it's mainly a brief mention of CatNap and a brief Poppy mention + scene. Just dogday and reader afterwards.

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Poppy runs to Dogday , maybe after the part where CatNap takes the gas mask , because we haven't contacted her in a while.

He finds us from where we passed out in game , but we haven't woken up yet, due to the heavy dosage of the sleeping gas.

When he does find us , we're also partially injured due to the effects of the gas by proxy- Aka. we probably scratched ourselves during the nightmare.

He takes us to Poppy's glass room , which they can probably use as a hideout when they need to rest.

He watches over us as he feels guilty --- having not been there to protect us as we stressed that we'd be okay , so he could go do a different job in the task list to make things faster.

We wake up maybe a day later or you can leave that up to the reader's imagination.

Rapture

Note || AHHH- this is such a neat idea 💕

WC || 945

Sypnosis || feeling injured and for lack of a better word — comatose, it left DogDay in feelings he didn’t want to experience ever again.

She didn’t know what to do, this was inconceivable. Many questions ran through the depths of her fabricated mind, but all she could do is alert DogDay to find you.

You hadn’t responded for a long period of time, she was beginning to get worried. Sure, you sometimes didn’t respond at times, dealing with certain situations that had left you with a bitter taste on the tongue. Poppy was distressed more than ever, worry was a common feeling when you are in a place like the Playtime Co. Factory. But this was something different, a pitted feeling in her gut that this was something different.

She couldn't slow down however, she needed to tell DogDay. Poppy clambered through the familiar vents, trying to find the large dog. Finally, she came to a stop and had found the very toy she was looking for.

“Psst-” Poppy climbed through the vent completely, exposing herself to DogDay’s view. “DogDay!”

DogDay yelped, growling as he whipped his head around. His false temperament faded away quickly enough as he realized that it was only Poppy, the small toy. “Poppy?” His strewn voice echoed, laced with clear exhaustion. He certainly didn’t expect her to make an appearance so soon after the last time they all met up with each other.

Poppy’s face had presented fear and worry, which was something that had instilled a shadow of fear over his heart. Her red brows furrowed as she thought for a moment, a way to articulate her words without making it even worse than it needs to be. “I know something’s wrong, what is it?”

“Uhm, you know who?” Poppy began, her tiny hands crossing over each other as she stood with a presentable stance. “I haven’t gotten word for some time now, and it’s worrying.”

Those very words struck a fear in his heart that DogDay didn’t like, he didn’t like those words at at all. You were in trouble, and he was gonna find you. He needed to find you at all costs, DogDay didn’t waste time, leaving Poppy where she stood. Poppy had understood his time of hurry, not resenting the sunny dog at all. DogDay walked in fast and large strides, having gotten better use of his legs now that they are attached again.

“Angel..” A small whimper escaped him, not wanting to know what kind of state he might find you in. “Please be okay.”

Not at all, were his wishes true. The state you are in had left DogDay dumbfounded, he straggled over to you, strength slightly sapped after he had struggled the door that had opened to you. The room was full of Poppy Gas, no doubt trapping you in a nightmare – not a dream. You were injured, he had no doubt it was because of CatNap you were desperately trying so hard to escape it.

DogDay cradled you in the warmth of his arms, trying to not move you too much due to the extent of your very clear injuries. CatNap had stolen your gas mask, which had in return caused you to fall asleep to the effects of the sleeping gas.

He was surprised you hadn’t awoke yet, later on he had assumed it was due to the heavy dosage of the Poppy Gas. This was a sight he had so desperately wished to escape, but for your sake he had continued onward to the glass room with you in his arms.

Once he had finally arrived, DogDay opened the door and walked into the room and set you down with a gentle tenacity he didn’t know he had in him. For a moment, he dared let his attention stray from your being as he had walked back to the door and closed it. His head thunked against the wall forlorn laying atop the door, as he was quite tall. A noise, between a groan and a whimper had escaped him, “I should’ve been with you..”. You on the other hand were still asleep, you had been through enough as it is. Even though he remembers your insistence that you would be fine and right by yourself.

“DogDay, it’s gonna be fine,” You grin at him. “Besides, it’s not gonna take that long..” Your hand wanders over to his arm, patting it as you want to reassure him. He frowned for a moment at your stubbornness.

“Okay?”

DogDay should’ve been so much more clearer, more defiant at most. So that your grim situation never happened in the first place, he could’ve been there to protect you against CatNap. You saved him, and he could’ve saved you. That much he should’ve been allowed to do, but for now, he had to watch over you. In order to make sure you were okay and could continue onward and stop the Prototype once and for all.

Minutes passed, perhaps even hours. But he hadn’t paid proper attention to the passage of time, only you were on his mind constantly. DogDay could feel a churning fear of guilt and sadness in his chest, building up so far that even he was surprised at how big his emotions could go.

The one thought that continuously ran through his mind is that he should’ve been there for you, so that you weren’t injured, that you weren’t in such a deep sleep because of it all. DogDay had allowed himself, only slightly, to tentatively rub reassuring touches upon your head as if he were caressing your cheek.

He did that to ground himself, and maybe to see if that were to elicit a reaction out of you.

It was only within the fifth hour that you had finally woken up.

“DogDay?...”

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miscellaneoussmp · 5 months

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What's changed about family dinner?

Part of the table is still dripping with blood, dripping with fear. Whose blood is it anyway? Has it ever mattered that it's his?

The newest chair is still surrounded by wilting flowers soon to rot. Why not replace the flowers? Is it hard to let go?

Two chairs remain frozen in time, like stone, like ice. Is it easier to not face reality? Do dreams offer respite?

The chair covered in burn marks keeps the unfamiliar presence behind it. Does it hurt? What comes next for him?

What's different? What has changed? There's two empty chairs. Is that the difference? The empty chairs? One of the empty chairs is new to the table.

The smallest chair is occupied once again. Paint splatters decorate the chair. What happened? Is it his fault? Does the forbidden fruit fall far from the tree? Is it nice to be back?

There's another new chair at the table. Powdered sugar and flour dust this one. It is empty for the moment. It's only occupied some of the time. There are other family dinners, after all. She is happily at another table for tonight.

The newly empty chair is the chair covered in blood that drips with madness. In front of it lays a gas mask. He chose to stay in the seventh circle. Ten seconds was never enough, was it? How long is goodbye?

What's changed about family dinner? Is this question getting old? Has it ever been the same? Is that a bad thing?

Tonight? Heads bow in prayer, for grace.

'What sin have I committed? Why do my prayers go unanswered?'

'Let me go, let me go, let me go, please. Will we ever be whole?'

'Do you still want to play some more? Am I still your puppet, made for the role of Judas?'

'Do I deserve absolution? Please let her be okay.'

"Amen."

What's for dinner tonight?

Is it steak?

#qsmp #qsmp pac #qsmp bagi #qsmp felps #qsmp mike #qsmp forever #qsmp richarlyson #qsmp empanada #qsmp favela six #me? making a favela six family dinner post? it's more likely than you think.

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hufflepuffwritingstuff2 · 4 months

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Christmas Snippet 2023

Supervillain had just finished making a steaming mug of hot chocolate when the doorbell rang.

“Who could that be at this hour?” they wondered.

They approached the front door to their mansion. It had better not be any Christmas carolers, they didn’t have the time or patience for that. Supervillain opened the door and saw no one. Oh brother, a ding-dong ditcher? On Christmas Eve? Supervillain was about to close the door when something brightly colored caught their eye.

A large parcel lay on their doorstep, brightly wrapped in red and green paper and topped with a gold bow. Supervillain tilted their head, puzzled. They usually didn’t receive gifts from anyone this time of year- or any time for that matter- unless it was a trap. Supervillain bent down to examine it. They picked up a small, glitter-covered tag and read a neatly scribbled note.

To: Supervillain

From: Superhero

May this Christmas gift be an offering of peace

Supervillain scoffed. Definitely a trap then. They were just about to close the door when they heard a very faint whimper from inside the box. Their eyes widened. That better not have been what they thought it was. They lifted the box with their powers- it was quite heavy- and hastily brought it inside, closing the door behind them.

Supervillain worked quickly to tear off the paper. Underneath was a thick, metal box. Lifting the lid, Supervillain held in a gasp at what they saw. Nestled in the padded box was Hero, a gas mask strapped to their face and several straps restraining them tightly. Angry, purple bruises and red gashes littered their battered body, and their suit was in tatters. One of their eyes was black and swollen, and they had burn marks between some of the gashes. Hero had put up quite a fight before ending up in the box. They whimpered in their sleep, as even their dreams couldn’t remove the pain.

Supervillain quickly undid the straps and pulled off the gas mask, gently lifting Hero into their arms. They carried the crime-fighter over to the couch and laid them down, leaving to get a med kit.

…

Hero stirred on a soft surface. They opened bleary eyes to a grand yet cozy living room. They tried to sit up, but strong hands pushed them back down.

“No, no, stay down,” a voice said, “you’re very hurt.”

Hero’s vision cleared up and their eyes widened.

“S-Supervillain-”

“Shh, yes, it’s me,” Supervillain admitted, “it’s alright, I won’t hurt you. It seems Superhero’s done enough of that already.”

Hero sniffled, tears brimming in their eyes.

“M-my whole team, actually,” Hero said, wiping their tears.

Supervillain stiffened, their gaze becoming dark and hard.

“What?”

“I…I shouldn’t have said that. Forget I said anything.”

Supervillain took one of Hero’s hands- it was heavily bandaged- and looked them in the eye.

“You are going to tell me everything now,” they said, “or I will kill all of them this very minute.”

Hero blinked in fear, and Supervillain sighed.

“Please,” they added, their tone softer, “tell me what happened.”

Hero gulped, and told Supervillain everything.

The plan was Superhero’s. Supervillain had been wreaking havoc on the city since Thanksgiving, and enough was enough. The heroes weren’t strong enough to stop them, but maybe if they had a peace offering…

“Hero,” Superhero had said, “meet me in the training room, please.”

Hero thought it was an odd request, considering it was Christmas Eve, but they didn’t have any plans, so they did as they were told. Once they arrived, the doors swung shut behind them, locking in place.

“Superhero?” Hero asked, “what is this?”

“I’m sorry, Hero,” the older crime-fighter said, “you’ve been a loyal upholder of justice, but we need results now.”

Hero’s team came out of the shadows, surrounding them.

“I hope you understand.”

“Superhero, wait-”

The blast of fire came from the left, the electricity from the right, and the throwing stars went right into their back. Hero cried out, forming an ice dome to shield themselves. Superhero slammed their fists into it, making it shatter. They landed a few good hits right to Hero’s face, while Vigilante got them a few times with a knife. Every attempt Hero made to fight back was weakened by Teammate 1’s fire and Teammate 2’s electricity.

‘Stop it! Stop it!” Hero screamed, “I haven’t done anything!”

Eventually, Superhero put them out of their misery. A sharp pinch in their neck, and Hero quickly went limp. Their former team stepped away to let them breathe.

“Why?” Hero breathed tearfully.

“It had to be someone, Hero,” Superhero said, “you just happened to be the weak link.”

Hero’s vision faded just as Vigilante approached them with the straps.

The room was silent for what felt like an eternity.

“I’ll murder each and every one of them,” Supervillain promised quietly.

“But you said you’d kill them if I didn’t tell you!” Hero protested.

“My dear little Hero,” Supervillain said gently, cupping the side of Hero’s face with a hand, “they don’t deserve your mercy.”

“Please, Supervillain, don’t kill them, I don’t want that on my conscience-”

“Your conscience? You’ve done nothing wrong, and it is no fault of yours if I make myself the consequence of their actions.”

“Please,” Hero begged, fresh tears forming, “it’s Christmas!”

Supervillain sighed. They scanned Hero’s mangled body, their wounds covered in bandages and their eyes pleading.

“I will spare their lives for now,” Supervillain said, “if only for your sake.”

“Thank you, Supervillain,” Hero said softly, “could you please take me home?”

Supervillain paused, then shook their head.

“Don’t those so-called heroes know where you live?” they prompted gently.

Hero’s face fell.

“…Yeah… yeah they do.”

“I will go by your house and get your things for you,” Supervillain offered, “you’ll be safe with me.”

Supervillain got up to leave. They turned to Hero one last time.

“Try to rest, little one,” they said, “I’ll be back soon.”

Hero nodded, settling into the couch. They drifted off shortly after Supervillain left.

…

By the time Supervillain returned, all the news channels were reporting the vicious attack on the hero team. Teammate 1 had third degree burns littering their entire body, Teammate 2’s scarred body was still twitching and spasming from the repeated exposure to electric currents, Vigilante looked like a pin cushion with all the sharp weapons stabbed into them, but Superhero? Superhero was on a ventilator, every bone broken, their lips and fingertips blue from stage four hypothermia, and one lung collapsed.

Supervillain kept the TV off; Hero didn’t need to see any of that, it would only distress them further. Supervillain, however, needed the closure. Turns out revenge made an excellent Christmas gift to oneself.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 4 months

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The Economic Difference Between The Miner and Mine Owner's Daughter

Chapter Four

Based of this ask

Rated Explicit | Warning: period typical sexism, depression

Ao3

Taglist: @anastasiablossomlove @tfamidoingwithmylife @luopenis

Chapter Three

Golden Cave ruined your family utterly.

The explosion, the suicide pact made by your father, and ordered the workers to follow. The research on the gas that caused the madness. Then the detonation of the charges buried the cave with everyone inside.

You were left with utterly nothing.

When you woke up, the doctor of the mining site said Norton was carrying your unconscious body to the infirmary before the explosion happened. Since that accident, you have been asleep…

For a year.

There were no dreams, no sensation of being asleep for so long! Doctor Dyer even said they started fearing the worst. Not like that was your concern, it was your father and the miners.

The news given to you is beyond heartbreaking…

In a year you have lost everything your father ever owned or built himself, including your home.

Suddenly, you have fallen from the top to now sinking into the bottom.

The life you knew is gone, your mother's family had turned away from you to keep their livelihood secure (though they pay for your medical upkeep), and the families of those miners demanded your blood. It is a nightmare scenario that leaves you helpless.

It was too much for you. The sense of isolation, loneliness, and helplessness quickly takes root in your heart.

Your friend, the doctor whose name is William Dyer, visits you from time to time. Visiting as often as he can with his wife when you are transferred to a mental ward.

Your dark thoughts had led you to a dark option as you grieved.

Staying in a coma felt like a better option.

In the hospital currently, you sit alone in your room facing the window. A dark and cloudy day, no one is out in the yard because it rained yesterday. It fits your current moods, dark and gloomy. A shell of your former self these days as nightmares plague your mind, you jump at shadows when you force yourself to stay awake.

There are whispers in your mind you swear are voices of those lost in Golden Cave.

Go back. You must go back. You must find out what happened that day!

You stare at your lifeless expression in the window, there are dark bags under your eyes now.

A knock makes you slightly turn towards the door as it takes your attention for a second only for you to ignore it once more to stare outside the gloomy world.

“You have a visitor!” A nurse enters your room, “If you need anything someone will be right outside.” Leading in whoever before closing the door.

There's a second of silence, then the sound of a heel-clicking against the floor as your visitor walks towards you. He stopped only when you spoke.

“Please leave me, Doctor Dyer,” Wiping your tears, “I am afraid I am in no state to be pleasing company.” You dare not look at your friend as you look like a mess. Unkempt hair, your medical gown stained with tears, your face puffy from crying so much.

There is a deep chuckle, one that makes you confused, “Oh, how the mighty have fallen.” A voice that haunts you chills you to the bone. Nights you dreamed about him yet it always feels like a jumbled mess-- All of those dreams, however, end in a way you are shameful to admit: erotic.

Not sure why, yes you did find him attractive but such ideas never crossed your mind out of respect for him.

“Mr. Campbell?” Your voice cracking as you slowly turn around, “I…” When you look at him– Up for he towers over you– He appears different.

A haircut and dyed a lighter shade of brown hair. His skin is clean, no longer covered by the muck of dirt and coal. His attire is bright red, accented by his shoulder gold colored lined cape, with black long boots. Then there is a mask on his face, it hides the scar on his face. The hat was taken off the moment he entered as he held it in his white gloved-covered hand.

No longer does he dress like a prospector, no, he is like a dapper gentleman from some stage play. At least he appears healthy, that you are most grateful for.

“You appear well.” Smiling so gently to him genuinely happy to see his fortune changed.

“Quite,” He moves forward but stops midway when you flinch, “You mousy now? Tsk, when Dyer said you were locked up here I couldn't believe it.” A few long strides and he is beside you facing the window, “To think you would end up here.”

“If you are here to mock me,” Turning your head to look at him, “Please do not.” Begging for a bit of mercy, “It is good however to see you, Mr. Campbell. Despite everything that has happened, I am glad you are safe.”

You still are sweet as honey, you should be broken with all that happened! But you don't remember it… Heh.

“Dyer said you don't remember what happened at Golden Cave.” Ignoring what you said.

You nod then gaze forward as you start explaining what happened.

All you can remember is running into the cave to stop your father. Doctor Dyer says the gas within the cave likely causes you to hallucinate and seems to cause the gap in your memory. The coma though, he does not know what caused that.

“I want to thank you for saving me.” These are the last words to follow.

“Don't see why you should.” Turning around to lean against the hard glass of the window, “Look at the mess you're in.” Crossing his arms.

“Perhaps.” It has been… Hard to put it lightly, “It seems fortune has smiled on you these days. The gold rose pin is a little much though.”

If only you knew how he obtained this wealth. The cost of being now the one on top. If he had to make the choice again… Well, he crossed that threshold of morality the moment he had you in that cave. Taking you, listening to the dark part of himself; his life is now in a place he wants to be. In control and wealthy.

“What brings you here today?” Making conversation, “How have you been?” Curious.

A part of him wishes you would not smile at him, but the other half is excited by you smiling at him. How you have no idea how tainted you are because of him.

He turns to face you as he pulls out an envelope, sealed by ink with a crest design on it, he gives it to you.

Take it in your hand with an inquisitive expression. Why does it have the crest of your mother's family on it?

“I have a business proposal for you.” Cold and cutting to the chase, “One I'm sure you are well acquainted with.”

When you open the envelope, reading each paper, you back away with shock on your face.

“How—” In utter disbelief.

“Money is power, sweetheart. You know that. Don't worry I didn't write that, they did. Figured the best way to settle your pop's debts is to get their granddaughter–” He stopped when he noticed you tearing up but laughing humorlessly.

“Seems karma has a way of balancing out indiscriminately.” You cannot believe this, “Now I am the one owing the company store.”

Sixteen tons. What do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt— He is aware of the miner's song.

“Debt is inevitable. At least, you won't be breaking your back digging for coal.” Shrugging.

“No… Instead, I will be on my knees for you.” A deadpan expression before you sigh.

Oh, you remember those words, huh? Cute.

“There are worse things that can happen, (Name).”

You know that. You truly do know that. It just makes you feel bitter, being tossed to be another person's problem. Helpless as these papers basically layout: you have no choice if you want to survive.

There is a harsh reality you must face as a woman of this world: marriage is your only way to stay alive.

“When?”

“In May. A spring wedding. Everyone loves spring weddings from what I was told.”

“And you… Do you agree with this?”

“Why not? They see the advantages and they know how good it would look to marry you to a former employee. One that saved you too. Your father has no kin aside from you and the company is going belly up, I can just absorb it into my own.”

“... What happened to you in a year?”

He does not answer, he instead pulls out a ring from his pocket, “Yes or no, simple as that.” Showing you the ring held up by his thumb and index finger: Gold. An engagement band. Simple with lovely patterns on it.

You offer your left hand to him.

#reader insert #fanfiction #ao3 fanfic #idv reader insert #idv x reader #idv norton #idv prospector #idv x you #identity v x you #identity v x reader #identity v #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell #norton campbell x you

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smittywing · 9 months

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Tim Deserves a Good Hangover for wip meme please👀👀

Eeee, thanks for asking! This is a sex pollen "morning after" story where Tim and Jason accidentally have an excellent time and kinda want to do it again. But they're sure the other one doesn't, OF COURSE. It gets its name from Tim being salty about never getting a fun night before he wakes up with a hangover.

Excerpt:

Just once - once - Tim Drake wanted a hangover he actually deserved. A hangover that came off a night of fun, of relaxation. Alcohol and laughing, or weed and video games, or maybe an encounter with a club drug of minimal danger and less threat of addiction. He hasn’t looked for an ideal candidate but it certainly wasn’t a thing he’d yet encountered.

No. Tim got his hangovers from Joker gas, Scarecrow fear toxin, Poison Ivy’s - ugh. Sex pollen. This was a sex pollen night, he realized, charting the aches, and not just those in his muscles. Tim had managed to follow all set protocols for isolation and self-sedation in previous events.

But not last night. He chased the memory of the previous evening, slipping away like a dream. The more he stretched for it, the hazier and less corporeal it became.

He cataloged the things around him. Light snores, masculine. His head throbbed, his dry throat ached, and the room seemed to tilt when he cracked one eye open but the rest of him? Felt fucking amazing. Relaxed. Sated. Heavy. The tension in the back of his neck was gone and unlike some of his previous encounters with Ivy’s juice, his cock was spent, soft, no lingering frustration left at his spine.

Body armor, red and black, splashed over the floor and as Tim opened his other eye, he recognized the leather jacket hooked over the top of a chair.

Jason.

#wip wednesday #batbrats #jason todd #tim drake #red hood #jason todd/tim drake #red hood/red robin #red robin #jaytim

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mrsquill · 11 months

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In Another Life

Summary: So, my heart was so shattered by what happens in the opening scene of the Last of Us that I’ve set out to fix it MYSELF. That’s right! This is basically what could’ve happened on Joel’s birthday from Sarah’s POV had the outbreak never happened.

Notes: I’m not from the States, so forgive me if any cultural references are wrong. I edit this on my phone so if it looks awful I’m sorry (photo belongs to Pinterest)! I also sucked at the game so again please don’t be mad if anything is OOC - I based this off the beautiful portrayals by Pedro and Nico. Also, mostly inspired by @fuckyeahdindjarin and I screeching at other in our inbox about Joel and Sarah ;_;

Warnings: None? Very fluffy, mentions of blood.

Sarah woke with a start, glancing at the luminous green numbers of her alarm clock glowing in the darkness. 3:13am. She sighed inwardly, stretching out under the thin blanket as she realised she still had her jeans and sneakers on. The last thing Sarah remembered was falling asleep on her dad - crap, just after she’d assured him she wouldn’t. He must’ve put her to bed. The combination of his deep breathing beside her and a shitty film on TV - turns out, totally not riveting - was clearly enough to lull her into what she thought would be a dreamless sleep, exhausted after waiting up for her dad on his birthday.

Sarah sat up in bed, kicking her sneakers off and changing into her pyjama pants, brow furrowing as she groped blindly in her subconscious for memories of the dream - no, nightmare - she’d been having; it was just below the surface, almost slipping away from her in its entirety, only the jagged edges remaining. Sarah remembers an overwhelming sense of fear; her heart pounding, helicopter blades whirring, her dad shouting, Uncle Tommy’s voice, too, calling her name.. People screaming.. and blood. So much blood.

Just a dream, she decides with a shrug. A glass of water is what she needs; padding downstairs soundlessly so as not to wake her dad in the search of something refreshing, trying to forget the sweat dewing her brow.

As she tiptoed into the kitchen; Sarah noticed his spiky handwriting hastily jotted down on the back of an envelope on the counter; probably in the pencil he almost always had behind his ear at work:

‘Hi baby,

Uncle Tommy got himself in trouble. Gone to rescue him, won’t be long. See u in the morning X’

Sarah fought the urge to roll her eyes. She loved her Uncle Tommy - he’d basically raised her, alongside her dad - but she knew he drove his older brother crazy with his escapades. She wasn’t sure she’d have it any other way, though. It was all she’d ever known; the three of them were a close - if unconventional - family unit.

Sarah wanted to ask her dad about her mom one day, but not because she felt she was lacking in love - quite the opposite. It wasn’t always obvious, but it was there - in every joke at her dad’s expense, in each soccer game he and Tommy turned up to, in every hiking and rafting trip they took together, and in each Polaroid picture they took every Christmas at Sarah’s request.

She wrung her hands together, now, hoping Uncle Tommy was okay. Pouring her water, she thought she’d head back to bed; peek round her dad’s door to hopefully find him snoring on his back as per usual.

As Sarah headed for the stairs; she saw him sprawled out on the couch, jeans, boots and shirt still on, one arm dangling off the couch as he - yep - was snoring to high heaven. If he’s this relaxed, Sarah reasoned, Uncle Tommy must be okay.

She moved soundlessly towards him before she noticed what was on the coffee table next to him. A cake. Not just any cake - it was covered in fancy frosting, and had a pack of candles and a bottle of pancake mix sat next to it. She grinned, feeling a little guilty for giving him such a hard time, imagining her dad trawling the all-night gas stations for a birthday cake as well as dealing with whatever shit his little brother had pulled.

Sarah reasoned that she could wake him and send him to bed, the sky behind them still an inky black as Texas slept on outside. He looked so peaceful, though, and she knew he was exhausted from the extra long shift he’d pulled that day - which she knew was for her benefit. She drew the window coverings instead and pulled a blanket over him; settling herself with her own in the armchair next to him.

Sarah knew she should go easier on her dad - sometimes she felt like the parent - but that’s the way things had always been, they took care of one another in different ways. She resolved to ask him for a hiking trip in the morning; promising that this time she wouldn’t scamper ahead and would wait for him to actually get his breath back. It was her favourite thing to do with her dad - they could share a slice of cake each with a beautiful view for miles and miles.

The thought made her smile as Sarah settled in to try and catch some sleep before the sun started to rise, feeling a little safer from another nightmare as long as her dad was close by.

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┈─ 𖧷 THE GOLDEN GIRL’S SLOW DECENT INTO MADNESS ﹕ A PRE - DEBUT EXCERPT. set during the STRAY KIDS survival show. genre, angst, mild sadness & indications of low self esteem. ( if i close my eyes long enough, the pain is only momentary for as long as i can bear it. )

THE STAGE LIGHTS ARE BLINDING AGAINST HER EYES, but cléo can barely register the faint searing against her retinas. spotting will probably appear in her vision later on, but that’s the least of her concerns now. static fills her ears to the brim with noise, her heartbeat thrumming against her skin after a hectic performance. the clothes on her body feel heavy with each breath she takes. in, out. in, out.

disappointment radiates off the panel like the sweltering heat of a sun. in, out. she stands rooted to her spot like a stray planet caught in the way of a gas giant, unable to withstand the blistering heat. in, out. her resolve crumbles with each passing second. if she focused hard enough, she can hear the others catching their breaths, too. the music fades into nothingness, and she briefly closes her eyes to will her heart into calmness. in, out. the microphone clenched in her shaking hand is the only thing anchoring her to earth.

the faintest hitch in her breath escapes her lips when she tries her best to exhale around her nerves. she pretends not to notice the brief look of concern chan throws her way as their unit lines back up for feedback. the faint brushing of his hand against her back only makes her skin crawl.

she blinks once, twice. dry eyes burn against bright lights.

“— and your vocal support is lacking,” a voice pushes through the haze, making her jolt back into reality. “how am i supposed to believe a singer has a dream to sing when she gets too nervous to perform to her full potential? nerves aren’t an excuse for a lackluster performance.”

breathe. in,

she couldn’t count on her own two hands how many mistakes she’d made. a missed cue here, a vocal strain there, and the constant tremble that just couldn’t seem to disappear when she needed it to. it was almost laughable how easy he’d been able to see it — meaning she was sloppy. sloppiness couldn’t fly in an industry like this, too cutthroat for mistakes of any kind.

“—afford to make any mistakes. you lack in confidence and skill. how can you be an idol without either?”

she sees a hand twitch in her peripheral. her throat runs dry.

“due to your many mistakes, i’m going to have to eliminate you from this round. please step off the stage.”

breathe. out.

cléo feels the moment the world draws to a deafening halt. the loud screech of brass door draw shut, unmoving at the sight of her outstretched arms. the stage is quiet at the sound of the man’s finality in his words. hyunjin stiffens beside her in barely concealed shock.

they bow, or thank him for his time, or something like that. the static returns tenfold, cold water dumped unforgivingly on her body, and she doesn’t realize she’s trembling once against until she’s pulled into a corner away from the camera’s prying eyes. someone tells her to breathe, in and out and in and out again, but she can’t stop shaking.

“i couldn’t do it.” a shuddering breath claws its way out of her chest, morphing into a pained exhale. tears sting at her eyes. “i couldn’t do it.”

“hey.” his voice cuts through her ocean of pity with surprising clarity, causing her to sniffle and look up. fear, concern, and desperation mix a cocktail too unnerving to be plastered on his face. because of her, her mistakes, her nerves, her lackluster performance—

“cléo.” the girl utters a broken sound in response and arms pull her in for a hug, her fingers digging into fabric as she cries. “where you go, i go. i meant it when i said we’re doing this together.”

“don’t be ridiculous,” cléo shakes her head, her voice hoarse. “those were just jokes. this is real. he eliminated me because i wasn’t good enough—”

“i don’t care.”

she laughs something warbled and rests her head on his shoulder, her quiet sniffling filling the air for a moment. “you’re so stubborn. i hate it.”

hyunjin makes an short sound of indifference, which makes her laugh again. “too bad. you’re the one who decided you wanted to be my friend. deal with it.” his voice then softens, making her heart tighten painfully. “i don’t want to get on that stage without you. this is your dream as much as it is mine.”

“stop saying heartfelt things like i’m going to die,” cléo huffs, though she wipes her tears. “should have gone into acting. they’d have loved you there.”

“but it wouldn’t be with you.” stubbornness masked as something else. determination, maybe. but she lets herself briefly imagine a world where she’s given a second chance, where the two of them debut together like they’ve been talking about for years. her bones ache. “we just have to try harder.”

“if i don’t debut—let me finish,” cléo grouches haltingly, her own fear masked with her own flavor of stubbornness. hyunjin cracks an attempt at a grin anyway. “if i don’t debut with you.. with chan, with the rest. promise you’ll find me anyway.”

she sniffles once, fingers wrapped around his tightly. “don’t be a stranger when you get famous. though i guess i’ll finally have peace without you blowing up my phone every ten minutes.”

hyunjin’s smile morphs into something a little more genuine, squeezing her hands just as tight. “i’m not making any promises we both know i won’t keep.”

“can you just—”

“no.” said with as much finality as the panelists, and it makes her jolt once again. “you’re here as a product of your own hard work. remember what you told me when i was too nervous to perform during the talent show? you said i deserved to have a spot on that stage as much as anyone else did.” hyunjin’s gaze is sharp, definite. “that goes for you, too.”

pin drop silence. cléo stares at him for a moment, in shock, then a clipped laugh slips from her lips, exhausted.

“hearing my own words from your face makes you sound so much wiser than you really are, you know.” his expression morphs into exasperation, shoving at her gently until she laughs, and together they rise to join the others in the practice room. her thanks goes unspoken in the gentle squeeze her gives to their still connected hands, and her hand receives one in return.

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Ikusen no Evidence - Lyrics + Translation

(幾千のEvidence)

English title: Thousands of Evidence

Please do not repost/retranslate without permission.

Kanji:

花鳥風月ゆるり往く

重ねた至極の日々よ

生まれてはじめてを幾度と噛み締めた

囀る音色に委ね

この陽だまり共にしたい

そのまま黄昏までと強く願う

出会いから奇跡を呼び

そよ風に香る

優しさに触れたことで見つけた

夢のような心地よい眼差し

そっと愛おしさ溢れ

ずっと - ありがとう - がこぼれ

何度でも伝えていく

ここに辿り着けるのならもう

恐れなど何も Wholly, Nothing

空蝉歩んだしるし

それぞれが進む先へ

輝く声に導かれて今がある

いつまでも支えていく

決意を歌い

熱く染まる鼓動を届けよう

ありのまま少し寄りかかって

そっと愛しさで包もう

ずっと - ありがとう - を傍で

何度でも伝えていく

幾千の星の中で

今日も連れてきてくれた

今日までの軌跡の証

ずっと先の未来へ

限りなく傍にいたい

もっと愛おしさ溢れ

ずっと- ありがとう- がこぼれ

何度でも伝えていく

ここに辿り着いたのなら

もう恐れなど何も Wholly, Nothing

Rōmaji:

Kachōfūgetsu yururi yuku

Kasaneta shigoku no hibi yo

Umarete hajimete o ikudo to kamishimeta

Saezuru neiro ni yudane

Kono hidamari tomoni shitai

Sono mama tasogare made to tsuyoku negau

Deai kara kiseki o yobi

Soyokaze ni kaoru

Yasashi-sa ni fureta koto de mitsuketa

Yume no yōna kokochiyoi manazashi

Sotto itooshi-sa afure

Zutto - arigatō - ga kobore

Nando demo tsutaete iku

Koko ni tadori tsukeru no nara mō

Osore nado nani mo Wholly, Nothing

Utsusemi ayunda shirushi

Sorezore ga susumu saki e

Kagayaku koe ni michibikarete ima ga aru

Itsu made mo sasaete iku

Ketsui o utai

Atsuku somaru kodō o todokeyou

Arinomama sukoshi yorikakatte

Sotto itoshi-sa de tsutsumou

Zutto - arigatō - o soba de

Nando demo tsutaete iku

Ikusen no hoshi no naka de

Kyō mo tsurete kite kureta

Kyō made no kiseki no akashi

Zutto saki no mirai e

Kagirinaku soba ni itai

Motto itooshi-sa afure

Zutto - arigatō - ga kobore

Nando demo tsutaete iku

Koko ni tadori tsuita no nara mō

Osore nado nani mo Wholly, Nothing

Translation:

The wonders of nature go by slowly

As several days have have passed

For the first time in my life, I’ve pondered deeply about it

I want to share the sunlight with you

Immersing ourselves in the birds’ song

I sincerely wish we could stay that way until twilight

Since we met, miracles have happened

Having the fragrance of a gentle breeze,

I found them by touching kindness

A dream-like, pleasant gaze

Gently brimming with affection

I’ll keep conveying my overflowing thanks

To you countless times

If we are able to reach this destination,

There will be wholly nothing to fear anymore

The signs that we have threaded this ephemeral world

Are now a shining voice which guide us

To the path we’ll take in the future

I’ll sing about my decision

To support you forever

And deliver to you my passion-filled heartbeat

Let’s lean on each other a little

And gently wrap ourselves in love

I’ll always be by your side, continuing to

Convey my gratitude to you countless times

Among the thousands of stars

We were brought here today again

It’s evidence of the path we've taken to date

And all the way into the future

I want to be near you endlessly

Brimming with even more affection

I’ll keep conveying my overflowing thanks

To you countless times

Since we were able to reach this destination,

There is wholly nothing to fear anymore

#幾千のEvidence #uta no prince sama #utapri #translation #english #he★vens #lyrics #shion amakusa #he★vens birthday song #birthday song

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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 11 months

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The Same Page Part 4/?

Part 4 is finally here, enjoy!

Warnings: panic attack, I think that’s it. I’m not big on editing so there’s probably some mistakes.

Synopsis: you let your anger override your fear, and John is there to help.

Same Page Masterlist:

You didn’t dream the rest of the night.

When you awoke, you found that your anger was just as potent and alive that it had been in the middle of the night.

Mycroft was asleep in the chair beside your bed, Sherlock slumbering on your bed right by your side.

You knew how hard they were working to make you feel safe, but that didn’t change how much they had lied to you in the past two years. You weren’t ready to let that go just yet.

Your shaking fingers found your phone, and you pressed John’s number, relieved when he answered right away.

You got straight to the point.

“I need you.”

John didn’t hesitate.

“Where are you?”

“Mycroft’s.” You lowered your voice when the man in question stirred. “I can’t be here. With them. Not right now. Please come get me.”

“I’m on my way.”

…

John was nervous, not a feeling he was incredibly used to. He had faced down murderers, terrorists, basically every form taken by the scum of the earth, and yet none of that had prepared him for what had happened in his life the past two years.

As if losing his best friend to suicide wasn’t bad enough, he had to watch you, the girl who had become like a little sister to him, spiral into a depression that nearly destroyed you, and nearly destroyed him to watch.

And now that the person who had caused all that pain—albeit for a good reason—was finally back, he knew you had to be just as angry as him—if not more. That wasn’t something he was used to. He almost never saw you angry—he was always the hothead at Baker Street, never you.

But this was different.

You slid into the car the second John slowed to a stop in Mycroft’s driveway.

“Do they know you’re leaving?”

“Just drive.”

John hesitated. “They’re going to-“

“John. Drive.” He saw your clenched fists, your narrowed eyes, and your tense jaw, and knew that he had never seen you this angry before. It wasn’t something he was about to mess with. He stepped on the gas and the two of you journeyed away from Mycroft’s house.

“What happened?” John asked after several minutes of tense silence. Something had to have made you snap like this.

“I realized I was the only one,” you weren’t looking at John, your gaze directed out the window.

John frowned, “Not the only one. Only a handful of people knew-“

“The only Holmes.”

Oh.

“I’m sure they thought-“

“Mycroft was the one who told me the news. About—about the suicide,” you spat the word out, your teeth gritted in anger. “He watched me fall apart day after day for two years-“ your voice suddenly caught, your anger giving way to tears. “And my mum and dad…they knew, they knew all of it, and they let Mycroft lie to me. They lied to me,” this time when your voice broke off, you didn’t bother trying to start speaking again. The tears had overwhelmed you, and John watched helplessly as you cried into your hands next to him.

John pulled into the parking lot next to a cafe that you both liked, and he leaned over your armrest and wrapped his arms around your shaking frame.

“I’m so sorry.”

…

“I’m sure she’s alright.”

“Alright? Sherlock, you don’t understand, she hasn’t left this house in-“ Mycroft broke off, turning away from his brother to continue scouring your room for evidence to your whereabouts.

Another thing Sherlock wasn’t used to: being the calm one. But perhaps Mycroft was right, perhaps he wasn’t grasping the seriousness of the situation, because he wasn’t used to you being like this, not being able to care for yourself. You had always been rather independent, and Sherlock was all but certain that your grief wouldn’t have robbed you of that quality.

But perhaps he just didn’t understand you. He never had, not really.

But you always understood him. You were a quiet girl, so when Sherlock wanted someone to wow with his observations, you were a perfect listener, and when he went quiet for days on end, intent on his work, you would curl up on the sofa across from him and crack open a book, the two of you lapsing into comfortable silences.

You didn’t have his kind of intelligence, but you loved to listen to his ramblings about whatever case he was on, and every once in a while you would give him an angle that he hadn’t thought of. You weren’t a partner-in-crime the way John was, but you were good company, and you were very patient with him, a quality not found in most people Sherlock met.

But more than any of that, you were his baby sister, and while he had never completely grasped average human sentiment, he knew that he would rather die than see harm come to you. He wanted to see you safe and happy, the way you had been two years ago before Moriarty had robbed you of both.

“Sherlock!”

Sherlock snapped back into focus at his brother’s outburst.

“What?”

“Would you please just focus? I can’t have you distracted, not with her missing.”

Sherlock sighed impatiently.

“We don’t know for certain she’s missing. Just because she isn’t in the house doesn’t mean she’s lost. Have you tried John?”

“Yes. He doesn’t answer.”

“Well then there is your answer. He would have answered unless she asked him not to.”

Mycroft nodded. He may have been more accustomed to you in the past two years, but Sherlock knew John.

…

“That’s the third time he’s called.” John sounded almost worried. You didn’t care.

“I know, John. Just ignore him.”

The two of you had gone inside the cafe, and John was sipping on a cup of coffee while you picked at a muffin.

“I know you’re angry at him, but he’s going to be worried sick about you.”

You didn’t bother with a response to this.

John sighed, “So what now?”

You look up at him, biting your lip. You really hadn’t thought any of this out.

“I don’t know, I guess. I just needed some space.”

“You’re going to have to face him. Both of them.”

“Can’t I just stay with you for a little while?”

John hesitated. He didn’t think it was a good idea, but he also knew how stubborn you could be. If he denied you, you might just push harder.

“Alright. For a bit.”

You smiled at him, and the two of you fell into silence for a while.

“They care about you.”

You were surprised by John’s sudden change in demeanor. His eyes were like laser beams, hyper focused on you, and his sudden analysis made you squirm.

“I know that. But they-“

“What would you have done, in their condition?”

You stared back at John, meeting his gaze.

“Why are you asking me this? Don’t I have a right to be hurt by what they did?”

“Of course you do. But this, what you’re doing now, isn’t going to solve anything. You know that they only acted to protect you, and even though their actions hurt you, their intentions were out of love. You trying to hurt them back won’t fix what’s happened.”

You shake your head, “I’m not trying to hurt them back. I just…I don’t think I can-“

“You don’t want to face them, I get it. But you have to. They’re your brothers, and they care for you. Forgive them.”

You stared at John, and he stared back. While your resolve seemed to be wavering, his was rock solid.

You hated what Sherlock and Mycroft had done to you.

But you couldn’t find it in you to hate them.

Your resolve cracked, and with it, your anger.

A smile crept across your face.

“And I suppose punching Sherlock was going to change something?”

A soft chuckle escaped John’s lips.

“No, no it wasn’t. But it was fun.”

You laughed, the first real laugh in…

Well, in a while.

“Was he surprised? When you hit him?”

John’s laugh grew to a full out belly-laugh.

“It was the most picturesque example of cartoon shock, you should have seen-“

John froze. You weren’t laughing anymore, not really. You had a smile on your face, but it seemed frozen, almost a grimace. John knew that look, that polite, forced smile of yours. He hated it when you used it on him.

“What’s with the face? What’s wrong, are you ok?” He didn’t want you hiding anything from him.

“I-um,” you gulped, blinking rapidly. “I think I-I want to call Mycroft now.”

John felt a mixture of worry and relief. He was glad you seemed to be ready to start forgiving your brothers, but you seemed on the verge of a panic attack now.

You reached your hand out, and John left his seat to kneel next to yours, allowing you to latch onto his arm while he pulled out his cell phone.

“Alright, ok that’s great. I’m calling him now, just, can you breathe for me?”

You coughed out a shaky breath, and John smiled nervously at you as he pressed Mycroft’s number.

“Good, that’s good, again?” Just then Mycroft answered his phone.

“Where are you? Is-“

“The cafe near Baker Street, Sherlock knows it. Hurry,” John hung up on Mycroft and turned all his attention to you. “He’s on his way, with Sherlock, alright?”

You nodded, your eyes darting around the cafe as you lifted a hand up to rub your chest, your breath coming in quick gasps now.

John took both your hands in his, and spoke in a slow, even tone.

“Hey, look at me.” When your eyes met his, he smiled at continued. “This is a bit much, yeah? You haven’t been this far from Mycroft’s house in quite a while,” John was encouraged by your nod. Responding was a good sign. “Yeah, well that’s alright. I know you’re a bit overwhelmed, but there’s nothing to fear. I’m right here, I’m here for you, and Mycroft’s coming to take you home.”

“Are you John Watson?”

John turned instinctively at the sound of his name, and was alarmed to find a woman dressed suspiciously like a reporter standing over him.

“Now’s not a good time, give me some space please,” he tried to turn his attention back to you, but the reporter was insistent.

“How do you feel now that Sherlock Holmes is reported alive?”

“No comment, go away.”

Just then the reporter caught sight of you, and recognition lit up in her eyes.

Oh no.

“Y/N Holmes!”

You flinched at the sound of your name, and you tried to back away from the reporter, but your progress was stopped when the back of your chair hit the wall. John moved to stand in front of you.

“Y/N Holmes, how long have you known that your brother Sherlock is alive?”

“No no, no, stop it, leave her alone!” It was one thing to interrogate him, but John wasn’t about to let this reporter anywhere near you, especially not now.

“Did you help him fake his suicide? Was Mycroft Holmes in on it? Did Sherlock murder Jim Moriarty?” The reporter was trying to move around John now, elbowing her way closer to you.

You were hyperventilating now, one hand wrapped around your knees while the other was grasping for John’s. John instantly moved to grab your hand, but he was beaten to it.

“Back away, unless you’d like to lose your job.” Mycroft Holmes put himself between you and the reporter, grasping your small hand in his and carefully pulling you to your feet. Sherlock was right behind him, holding your shaking frame up with an arm around your shoulder and guiding you toward the door, where John could see Mycroft’s car waiting outside.

“Mr. Homes! I just have a few-“

Neither Mycroft nor Sherlock even bothered to respond, they simply ushered you outside with John right on their heels.

…

Once safe and sound in his car, Mycroft finally turned his full attention to you, quickly analyzing your condition. Quick, shallow breathing, darting eyes, shaking like a leaf. It wasn’t good.

It also could’ve been worse, though. Your hand was gripping tightly to his, and your eyes seemed to finally be focusing on him.

“Mycroft…” he was relieved to hear you speak, it was a good sign. He let you fall into his arms, and when you did he pressed his hand to the side of your head and leaned you against his chest.

“Breathe when I breathe, alright?”

You followed his example perfectly, it was an exercise you were quite used to.

Mycroft noticed Sherlock staring at him, shock and discomfort distorting his features. Mycroft understood the look. If he had seen himself like this two years ago, he wouldn’t even recognize himself.

It wasn’t that he didn’t love his siblings, it was just that showing it had never been something he had been comfortable with.

Sherlock’s “death” had forced him to almost permanently vacate his comfort zone.

He was not a touchy-feely man, and he did not believe in babying you simply because you were his sister. But when you had fallen to pieces after Sherlock left you, Mycroft had quickly realized that if he didn’t change some of his ways, you might just never be able to pull yourself back together again.

“I’m sorry,” Mycroft came back to himself when he heard your soft voice. “I shouldn’t have-have left. I wasn’t thinking.”

Mycroft shook his head, “Don’t apologize. You were upset, I understand.” He pulled you away from him and brushed your short hair away from your face, “how are you feeling?”

Your small hands gripped onto his.

“Better now.”

…

Sherlock was relieved when Mycroft’s car pulled into his driveway. The small car felt even smaller when he was stuck watching you and Mycroft. Your bond was something he didn’t understand, and he wasn’t used to not understanding Mycroft.

When the car pulled to a stop, you seemed recovered enough to walk inside, Mycroft letting you hold onto his arm the whole way. When the two of you were gone, Sherlock turned to John.

“Thank you. For watching her, that was…good.”

John gave a weak smile.

“I care about her too. You take care of her, she’s a good kid.”

“I know.”

John turned to leave, but hesitated.

“She’ll forgive you soon enough. She loves you guys.”

Sherlock allowed a smile to cross his face.

“Thank you.”

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bk-4-trash-fire · 1 year

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Helo,I just thought of something cool

Yall know epithet erased? Cuz I'm gonna talk about it.

SAGAU LORELAI READER

make sure to not spam my account please I don't want to block you

OK, so this is lorelai...her power is why I'm talking about her

To summarize her power, it's basically what the creator is told can do, to better explain...lorelai gas an ability to create anything as long as she can dream it basically..

They both do things like..

Creating entire worlds

Creating beings with personality and backstories

Mythical made up animals

Told to be very powerful

Told to very "wise" [really is just making shit up as they go]

So, about lorelai is that she can make a thing called a dream bubble

In the dream bubbles, lorelai is basically a god able to create and destroy anything in the dream bubble. Kinda like the creator and teyvat

The reason I'm bringing this up is what if the creator had the same abilities.

Being able to create or delete anything around them would be incredibly cool and dangerous

It's said that lorelai has the ability to ability to kill a person with her power

In fact, she has killed a person. And almost killed another by accident

So the creator would definitely be feared

With that, if also add the ability of the dream bubble, then the creator would have a perfect escape in imposter au, because there are only three ways to destroy a dream bubble

By the creator themselve

When the "game ends" [kinda like waking up from a dream]

By someone who can destroy the bubble

That someone in lorelai's case is mollie, her little sister who has the exact opposite of her power, being able to dumb thing down to the point they stop existing

Or, in the creator's case, it could be the imposter, a little sibling, or a higher being like a parent.

In summary, lorelai has similar abilities to what the creator is said to do.

That's all for now :]

#sagau x reader #sagau #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #genshin impact sagau #genshin impact x reader #genshin self aware #genshin x reader #genshin x creator reader #genshin impact x you

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hellgirlsapphic · 25 days

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Highway

Relationship: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: Sex, obscenity, Swearing, vaginal sex, lesbian sex

Rating: +18

Word count: 5.8k

Summary: Natasha has just one goal, to get to the next adventure, but what if along the way she finds something more interesting?

N/A: Fanfic written by me in Portuguese Posted on Wattpad and translated into English.

Pov. Natasha

I consider myself a free woman, without ties, without fear or baggage. Just living in the moment.

I've never been one to anchor myself in one place, throwing myself into adventures, with my faithful companion, a black Harley-Davidson Iron with a lot of personality.

Thinking about it, it is understood that I love the wind hitting my face and ruffling my hair. The sensation of practically flying along the highways.

It was the end of summer and I was on another one of my trips, in the afternoon there was a nice breeze playing with the hair on the back of my neck below the helmet. I took a highway in the northeast of the country. I had already passed through New York and was in New Jersey and intended to arrive in Philadelphia today. I was going to meet some old friends from college.

I had just entered a small town to get gas when I felt the bike lose speed.

— No, no... please, no! – I murmured as soon as my friend choked until she stopped. - Crap! – I got out of the vehicle huffing loudly.

Why did this have to happen at that end of the world? I kicked the exhaust in great anger, this had happened a few weeks ago and I was sure the belt had broken again.

I took a deep breath to avoid making a mistake and looked around, it was a normal suburban street – where the shopping was limited to stores on one side and sidewalks on the other –, the kind you saw in old movies. I took off my helmet, shaking my head so my hair came loose and fell to my waist.

I walked to the sidewalk and entered a store called Stark Tecnologia, which was clearly the place that was most different from the other establishments.

- Good afternoon! – I greeted the man with a clean beard and playboy glasses.

— Oh, hello! – He smiled at me, and I just left my mouth forming a thin line. Men are so predictable!

I had already gotten used to people's longing looks, which weren't always welcome.

- You are not from here! – He continued with a mischievous smile playing on his lips. – By the way, I'm Tony, I'm at your command. – He extended his hand, I took off my glove and took it firmly.

—Natasha! And yes, I'm not from here, my bike broke down, I need to know where I can find somewhere to buy a new belt and continue my journey.

— Ah, you've come to the right place, we have the best workshop on the market. – He explained as he left the store. – You won’t leave a kidney there and they won’t even charge you more because you’re a woman!

When I realized it, I was already following the man to his truck.

— Hey, Rodhes, Banner, let's help this cutie get to the Maximoff brothers. – He called the two boys who were talking outside a snack bar on the other sidewalk. They immediately stood up smiling.

I was instructed to stay on the street as it was work for “men”, while one of them removed a kind of ramp and put my motorcycle on the back, I rolled my eyes at that bunch of imbecile hillbillies.

The guy Tony closed the back and came around the car opening the door for me. He dreamed that I would go into the cabin with him.

— I'll be fine here. – I replied, jumping close to the motorcycle, the three idiots just laughed.

— I just wanted you to be comfortable, princess. – He laughed, I just gave a strange smile, which could very well be mistaken for a grimace.

Only the owner of the truck left the other two behind, I took out my cell phone to orient myself and discovered that the name of the town was Westview, New Jersey, with just 3,892 inhabitants.

The drive was a bit long and only then did I start to worry about whether it was actually a good idea to get into a stranger's car. Suddenly he left the road and the truck skidded as we crossed the unpaved parking lot, forming a cloud of dust around us. I coughed and ran my hand over my face so I could see.

When we finally stopped and the land began to recede, I felt like I had just entered an abandoned outpost that was used as a captivity or something. The place didn't look like much... a square building with a small store next door, old rock music playing in the open garage.

Wait, this was the best repair shop around?

Tony started honking his horn over and over, laughing.

— Do you want to sell the horn, Stark? – A young man with platinum hair came out screaming from inside the store, while Tony got out of the car.

Why are the people of this city so lively? I thought to myself, shaking my head and jumping to the ground, the sand and gravel crunching beneath my boots.

— To what do I owe the honor? – The boy asked and finally his eyes landed on me. - Well well! Who is this princess who got lost in the Disney parks? – I rolled my eyes at your cheap line. He approached me, taking my hand and bringing it to his mouth.

— This is Natália, she is having problems with her bike, so she brought it to the best.

—Natasha! – I corrected emphatically. – I just want a belt for a Harley-Davidson Iron 883. I need to get back on the road today. – I explained, while the boys took the motorcycle out of the truck.

- Oh! We have what you need, let's go in and I'll show you the brands. – He indicated the store.

— Well... This is where we say goodbye dear, I need to get back to my business, you're in good hands now. –Tony said goodbye. – Anything you need, come to my store, I’ll be happy to see your pretty face again. – He winked and I smiled without showing my teeth.

— I'll remember that, thank you! – I thanked him by waving and he left.

I entered the store door when a bell rang above my head. And surprising me, the interior of the establishment was quite spacious, organized and clean. I inhaled the smell of leather mixed with car wax.

— Here are the straps. – Pietro spread out some options on the counter. – Are you sure that’s all it is? I opened my mouth to respond, but the doorbell indicating someone entering, along with a soft, soothing voice, seemed to caress the words.

— Pietro, who left that beauty in our parking lot? – I turned my body and found the woman walking towards us.

Wait, was that Mechanics?

She was nothing like I expected. Her brown hair was tied up in a very messy bun, with several loose strands, her green eyes were alive, and her face was perfect, without marks or blemishes. She was wearing baggy, worn jeans, a white tank top with a few grease stains all over it, and there was a small brooch with the name Wanda on it.

She was a stunning woman.

She approached us, drying her hands on some kind of tow.

— This bike belongs to Miss Natasha, she has problems with her belt, Tony brought it from the city. – She frowned.

— Did you diagnose this yourself? – She asked with surprise in her voice, arching her perfect eyebrow.

— No, I already know what I'm looking for, that happened a few weeks ago. – The speech was directed at the boy, but I intervened.

— I don't think that's the problem with your bike. – She murmured, adjusting the bun on top of her head. – Any mechanic knows this. The straps last a long time!

— I'm not a mechanic, but I know my baby and I know what she needs. – I replied dryly, not liking her tone.

— Ah, I thought it was since you're saying it with such certainty. – What was beautiful about that woman was irritating.

— Look girl, I don't have time for this argument, so give me what I want and I'll leave. – Yes, I was upset.

— Ok... – I didn’t like her cynical smile. – This is the best option, it costs a hundred dollars. – She held out one of the packages.

I looked for my card in one of my jacket pockets and handed it to the man, who looked at our exchange with some amusement.

Wanda leaned against the counter, her back to me. And I couldn't stop my eyes from falling on her.

She must be in her late twenties, around 1m68cm... Slim and slender body, with subtle curves, well-defined waist in the t-shirt. Finally, my eyes rolled to her cloth sticking out of the back pocket of her jeans, covering her...

- Lose? – Pietro's voice took me by surprise and I felt my heart start to pound with embarrassment because he had just caught me admiring the ass of the girl who turned to look at me. What the hell got into me? -His card. Was approved! He handed me the object.

- Oh, right. Sorry... I mean, thank you! – I fumbled with the words coming out in a rush.

The mechanic from the last service had taught me how to do it, but what was papaya and sugar for him was a confusing puzzle for me.

— Are you sure you don't want help? – I heard and looked back, Wanda was leaning against the wall with her arms crossed and an eyebrow arched.

I wouldn't give her that taste.

- I am fine!

I was almost giving up, when I finally managed to fit the piece into place, the smile I opened was capable of tearing my face apart. I pressed the pedal, turning the key in the ignition, but to my great surprise and disappointment, it wouldn't start.

I kicked that piece of shit's tire many times in anger.

- Hell, hell, hell. – I muttered, still hitting the tire. I took a deep breath and turned around. I hated having to admit I was wrong, and even more so to an insolent bastard.

— Well, I guess now you'll have to let the professional take a look, right? – Arg! I knew this was coming.

— We're going to have to call Pietro to take her inside, she's heavy! – I grunted. I couldn't believe I was actually doing this.

I opened my trunk, took out my backpack and threw it on my back.

- Allow me. – He offered, passing me and pushing the treacherous vehicle with ease. Arrogant bastard. – She's not taking good care of you, isn't she, friend? – She whispered to my bike as if she were a small child.

If I punched her in the face, would I be prosecuted?

— You can wait with my brother inside, it won't take more than a few minutes. – She gave a small smile indicating with her head.

I dragged my feet back to the establishment. The boy laughed openly, making me huff in anger.

I sat in one of the chairs, looking outside. I stamped my foot impatiently.

— My sister also likes women, you know? – Pietro broke the silence, approaching me.

- What it is? – I practically shouted, still a little disoriented, but I shook my head quickly when he raised his eyebrow. – I don't know what you're talking about. Pfffr... – I made a funny noise.

- Please? – She said ironically, rolling her eyes. – You looked at her as if she were an oasis in the desert.

— I wasn't looking... – I laughed nervously, shaking my head as I ran my fingers through my hair.

— I didn't say looking, I was more familiar with her ass! – He laughed, while I just wanted to find a hole to get in. – I'll save her effort, she's 28 years old, single and a good catch. – I instantly turned purple.

- It is not me...

- Good. — I almost died of fright when Wanda's voice interrupted my sentence mid-sentence. – As I said, the problem was not the belt, obviously, but I think we will have to make some repairs, the spark plug is destroyed, as is the injection pump. I won't be able to deliver until tomorrow afternoon. – I gritted my teeth, closing my fists.

Today was definitely not my lucky day.

OK, it wasn't the end of times, a little stop in my plans wasn't a big deal. But this was simply more damage.

— Approximately how much will all this cost me? – I crossed my arms.

— The candle isn't that much, but the pump is a big deal, and with labor everything will cost about four hundred dollars. – He spoke in a serious tone.

I ran my hands over my face, I certainly had money, it was too much for just one day.

— Can I return the belt? – She raised her eyebrow in disbelief.

- Of course! – hope was the first to die.

— So that's it... Is there somewhere at the end of the world where I can sleep and drink? – The defeat in my voice was evident.

— I'll call an app car for you, in the meantime you can fill out the form with your details. – Pietro handed me a sheet.

— And I'm going back to the workshop, tomorrow we'll call you to pick up your motorcycle. – I looked up in time to see her walking out the door, enjoying the subtle sway of her hips.

— Still not looking? – Pietro brought me back to reality.

— Oh, shut up! – He just laughed.

— Your car will arrive in 5 minutes, it's a Lexus, it will take you to your accommodation, it's a cool place in the center, you can ask Sam the driver about the bars, he knows them all. – I wasn't surprised that he knew the driver from such a small town.

- Thank you very much! – I left the store to wait for the car outside. I felt a shiver run down my spine suddenly and I looked over my shoulder, finding Wanda standing in the garage door, her eyes fixed on...

Was she looking at my ass?

When her gaze met mine she brought her hand to her head, rubbing it carelessly before returning inside the building, I smiled slightly upon receiving my answer.

She's an arrogant being, Natasha, and you'll be out of town tomorrow afternoon. I remembered a car parked in front of me.

The inn was decent, at least there were no bed bugs or weird old place smells.

I took advantage of the moment to tell my friends that there was no possibility of meeting them today.

— Romanoff, are you sure you don’t want me to pick you up? – Rogers spoke on the other end of the line. – I can arrange a car to pick up your motorcycle, Sharon is looking forward to you arriving. She's already talked about it six hundred times. Daddy, when is Aunt Nat coming? – He imitated the thin, childish voice making me laugh.

— There's no need to worry, I'll be there tomorrow night at the latest, you can tell her, I've already found someone to fix the bike, it wasn't what I wanted at the moment, but it's what we have. – I replied wearing my favorite red jacket over my black clothes. – Now I'm going to hang up, I have a date with tequilas and a pool table.

— Are you going to beat the hillbillies, like in the old Romanoff days? – He accused, laughing.

— I'm just going to combine the useful with the pleasant. - Sum up. – Tell Peggy I want her blackberry pie for dessert tomorrow.

- I will say. – I ended the call by taking my bag, putting money, gum and cell phone outside the room. The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Kennedy's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.

The walk wasn't very long, the streets were deserted, even though it was early, Asgard's Bar was the name of the place. A neon sign indicated the entrance with dark double doors.

The parking lot was large and not very crowded, there was a large counter where a small group of people were drinking and laughing. A half wall separated the area where six pool tables were located.

I smiled going to the counter, sitting on one of the high stools.

— See me two buttons – I asked, the bartender nodded, immediately balancing the two in front of me. - Health! – I extended the bottle to him and he smiled.

I always drank my first beer in one gulp, so I always ordered two. I placed the empty bottle in front of me while the waiter stood with his mouth open. I just smiled and continued drinking.

—Well, well, if it isn't Miss. Outsider. – Tony appeared there and sat next to me. I smiled and continued drinking. - Can I buy you a drink?

- Feel free!

— Thor, two more beers! – Our drinks arrived and we talked, he asked a lot of questions, I wondered if he worked in social services or if he was going to sign me up for something.

— Do you like snooker? – He asked when he saw me looking at the men playing. He smiled victoriously.

— Yes, how about a bet? – I gave him the idea and he seemed to like it a lot.

I laughed happily and had already beaten up several people, and gotten enough money to fix my bike and more. After a while Pietro also appeared there and had already lost two hundred dollars to me.

— Come on, none of the rednecks are going to beat me? – I shouted, swinging the bat.

— I'll play with you! – The somewhat husky and sexy voice said behind me, making my stupid heart flutter.

I turned around and found Wanda with her eyes half closed, she was looking at me with a mix of mockery and perhaps anger? Her hair was loose and reached below her waist in a light brown color with some blonde highlights. She wore jeans with rips at the knees, a basic black t-shirt and sneakers. I think she was the only woman in the world who looked good like that, I would probably look like a beggar.

— I don't want to play with you! – I said, leaning the stick against the wall.

- Why? Are you afraid of losing? – She joked with her eyebrow arched and turning her head to the side. I snorted at his annoying manner.

- I'm not afraid of anything! – I scored by taking the bat again. – But I'll warn you, I only gamble, and now that I've beaten all these idiots, the stakes are high.

— Great, my best kind of game! – She continued with her unshakable expression, but now there was a small sadistic smile on her full lips. – If you win, I'll give you double what you won tonight.

— Wanda, are you crazy? – I heard Pietro put his hand on his sister's shoulder.

— Don't get involved Pi, you've already done a lot today! – She asked, freeing herself from his hand.

— If you win what do you want? – She shrugged her shoulders.

— If I win, we'll see!

— My bike is not in the bargain! – I emphasized.

— That didn't even cross my mind! – I smiled enormously when she extended her hand, which I gladly accepted. Her hand was soft and I felt something like a tingling running through the place where our skin touched. - Closed? – She was still holding my hand.

Wanda's eyes were beautiful, there was something in them that mesmerized me and I couldn't look away from her.

— Rum, rum... – Pietro scratched his throat. Breaking hypnosis.

- Closed! – I finally replied.

— Do you plan to play today? – He intruded again. Only then did I realize that our hands were still together. I blushed violently and tried to separate us.

After readjusting the balls on the table, I applied chalk to the tip of the cue, taking two or four deep breaths.

- You can start! – I murmured, Wanda seemed like a well of tranquility while my hands started to sweat.

She leaned over the table taking the first shot, scattering the red balls. However, in the second, she was unable to pocket any. I smiled smugly.

It was my turn, I looked around the green surface and began my movements. When I bottled the first one, I smiled big, feeling my body relax. And getting into the game head on. One after another I fit the balls, with the last shot I weakly hit the ball, which ended up not going in and I didn't reach my goal. but he scored 16 points. I walked away still smiling.

Wanda at that moment walked around the table a few times, analyzing the possibilities.

— Come on, woman, play quickly, I don't have all night. – I grumbled, and she just rolled her eyes and leaned over.

Her pitch was perfect and she managed to pot three balls at once, my jaw dropped as she continued her streak. In the blink of an eye she managed to score 26 points.

For the first time that night my confidence began to waver, we did a few practice rounds without hitting anything, until again my luck seemed to change and I sent a perfect straight, what I didn't count on was that the white ball would fall as a result.

I huffed irritably, taking off my jacket to move better, I hung it on a nearby chair.

The problem is that while I was doing this, Wanda potted Black, gaining seven more points, and hit a few more, finishing with 63 points.

My jaw dropped, I couldn't believe it. Obviously I had already lost in snooker, but not like this and with such a big difference.

The people in the bar were ecstatic, applauding and whistling.

— Girls, this was very wonderful to see, perhaps the sexiest thing. – Tony grabbed Wanda by the shoulders and kissed her hair, which she didn't like at all, as she pushed him away with an angry face.

— Ain Stark, you're disgusting!

—Wan, you were incredible! – Pietro commented, standing between us.

- And congratulations! – I admitted, smiling weakly. - It was a good game!

- Thanks! – For a moment I could have sworn she was uncomfortable with the extra attention. Since she seemed shy.

— Now you choose what you want to win, a deal is a deal! – She nodded.

— I want you to return what you received from my brother.

- Fair! – I put my hand in my pocket, handing the bills to the man.

— As you said, the stakes are high, so I want too... – she rolled her eyes around the room and then gave a kind of crooked smile that left me a little breathless.

Did I mention her smile was beautiful?

- You want...? – I encouraged it.

— I like your jacket! – He said, already taking it and putting it down.

— NOT my jacket! - I screamed. – It has sentimental value. You can have more money if you want, I can even buy you one!

Even if Wanda was great in the play, that was out of the question.

— But that's exactly what I want, and as you said: a deal is a deal.

I don't know if she was just doing it to annoy me or not, but she seemed to enjoy the situation.

She paid no attention to my protests as she walked confidently to the bar.

I sat in one of the chairs in a bad mood, ordered a beer, pouring it angrily, watching her pace back and forth with my jacket.

She laughed and drank with her acquaintances.

Suddenly, as she brought the drink bottle to her mouth, someone said something funny, making her spit out all the liquid on her clothes.

My common sense had already disappeared with God and anger was already bubbling in my blood.

She got up to go to the bathroom and I followed her angrily. She went into one of the cabins and since she couldn't do anything, I waited.

When he left, he went straight to one of the sinks to wash his hands and dry the item with a paper towel.

— You don't know how much I took care of that jacket, my father gave it to me! – I murmured, and she looked at me in the mirror with a cynical smile.

— I don't mind, I liked her, she was very well dressed. – She was already irritating me.

— Dude, what's your problem? You stand there, full of courage, thinking you are the queen of the world. – Her clear eyes narrowed and she turned to me.

— My damn problem? – She approached pointing her finger and then poked my shoulder. I took a step back as it was hurting a lot, and that's when I noticed our small height difference. – My problem now is you , you arrive here in my city, cursing God and the world thinks you are... I only have one thing to tell you, you are not all that! – She was so close and touching me, my heart was already beating uncontrollably, it was almost shameful the way it was beating.

I moistened my lips and finally his attention turned to my mouth, which dried, I tried to swallow compulsively.

My face was so close to hers and I wanted so much to end that small distance.

Her mouth slowly approached mine, my eyes closed and my mouth hung open in anticipation, but to my great surprise, she didn't kiss me.

She brushed my hair away from my neck and slowly placed her lips there. My body shuddered. Her lips moved slowly to my neck. I felt my breath stop, only then did I realize that I had stopped breathing.

Breathe, Natasha, breathe, don't stop breathing. I was trying to order myself.

Her soft lips trailed down my neck, making me gasp, but I remained still, fighting myself not to respond to her. But with that she just walked away from me without saying anything else.

She left me there practically a puddle of goo under my feet. Rapid breathing and racing heart. I heard the door slam and that brought reality home.

What the fuck did she do to me?

I huffed even more irritated, left the bathroom. That night she had already given it to me, so I paid the bill and headed towards the inn. What started very well ended in a way I never imagined.

I lost one of the last gifts my father gave me and I was still seduced by that cunning fox. I was angry with myself and my lack of control.

Arriving at the inn, the guy at reception tried to say something, but I didn't mind listening. I just wanted to sleep and be there tomorrow, so I could escape this end of the world.

I went up the stairs and when I reached the hallway I noticed the figure leaning against my bedroom door. She had her head down and her foot resting on the wall.

- What do you want? – I barked at her.

- You owe me something! – She replied, moving away from the wall.

— Damn, I must... — Before I could say anything else.

She smiled and, to my complete surprise, wrapped her arms around my neck, which sent my heart racing into fourth gear. Not happy about it, she made her mouth reach my ear.

— I need the kiss back... – she whispered hoarsely.

— Er... I... we...

That's right, he stutters like a retard . I took a deep breath, seeking concentration. But she nibbled my earlobe and that was too much for me.

My hands went to her hair and I pulled hard, making her look at me.

— You shouldn't do that Maximoff. – I said in a low and hoarse voice, now it was her turn to get goosebumps.

- No? – She murmured. Her eyes were dark and her breathing was uneven.

— No. – I replied, going towards her mouth, but when I got very close I avoided it, just like she had done to me. I bit her chin.

Making her gasp. I smiled, realizing he could move it too. I went up a little to the corner of her mouth, gave her a few kisses there, she turned her face towards my mouth, but I avoided it, and attacked her neck, the same way she had done to me.

With that she pressed me against the wall, pressing her body against mine, which made me even more excited.

— You're an idiot, Romanoff. – She murmured in a hoarse voice. The swear words along with my last name were interesting and I liked it. It was extremely sexy when she said that. My mouth went up to her ear.

— I told you not to provoke me, Maximoff. – I murmured, nibbling his ear.

She kind of moaned my name, making me very wet.

Heavens! This woman would be my undoing.

She brushed her lips against mine, but this time I couldn't resist. Our mouths kind of collided, our tongues intertwined, the heat became greater and greater, her hands left trails of fire wherever they went. I felt her body tremble again, when my hands went under her t-shirt.

- Would you like to come inside? – I gasped almost out of breath when his mouth went down to my neck again.

— What happened to arrogant Natasha Romanoff who doesn't like hillbillies? – She threw it back, while moving away a little.

— When the country bumpkin in question drives you crazy with just a simple touch or whisper... Nothing fairer than making an exception. Do not you think? – That's what I managed to mutter, before her mouth found mine again.

God, I was lost.

I spent a long time trying to find the key to the door and be able to open it, Wanda didn't let me go for a second, we went in and I knocked on it with my foot.

The kiss became more urgent and she pressed me against the wall near the door making me stick to her even more.

- You are so Beautiful. – She touched my face. – Your eyes are beautiful – and I closed them and she kissed each one of them. – You are completely perfect. – She palmed my face and ran her thumb over my mouth. Making me shiver. I smiled at her. She gave me a peck. – Those lips of yours...

She kissed me again and it was a tender and calm kiss and then it became more urgent, she sucked my lower lip making me moan slightly, she stood up and caught me making me scream, my heart was racing my mind was very aware of the striking presence and sexy of her.

Her kisses were now thirsty, she began to take me to bed.

She pushed me hard, I smiled smugly as she started playing with the sides of my shirt. Between one kiss and another, she took off my blouse and highlighted the front clasp of my bra and leaned closer to my fervent body.

I moaned once more into his mouth, his left hand went to my thigh. While her right hand went to my chest making me gasp.

— Uaaaan... – she caressed my chest with her fingertips while her left hand passed between my thigh and hip.

With the sound of clothes being removed soon after, his hands were on top of me, brushing and knowing every inch of new skin that was revealed to him. My pants slid down to my hips.

– My God, woman, I’m not Jewish! – I said breathlessly, and ended up earning a loud moan from her when I reversed our positions, trapping her beneath me.

I put my hands on the jacket , removing it from her body, immediately placing the blouse over her head, which, to my surprise, was not wearing a bra.

I struggled with my belt and pants zipper, practically growling in frustration. I snorted when the idiot laughed and had to help me with them. It wasn't my fault, I was too horny to deal with this shit.

My fingers gently touched her nipples. I placed my hands on them, their skin was scalding hot. My gaze traveled over her body very slowly, noticing the beauty of every detail, her perfect breasts, her flat belly without being torn, she was wearing extremely sexy black panties.

My hands followed my gaze, caressing every part of her, her skin covered in goosebumps and her low moans showed me how much she was enjoying my touch, completely surrendered.

I lay down on top of her, caressing her face, kissing her chin. A smile of complicity was exchanged and I kissed her, my tongue tasted every bit of her breast, she lost air as my mouth sucked her breasts more intensely, each moan of hers made me more anxious.

My hands reached her panties and she seemed totally surrendered to the moment, our breaths seemed labored because they were so choppy. Very slowly I took off her panties, caressing her legs as she slid the piece over them.

- Beautiful! – She said when she saw her completely naked.

I slowly kissed her again, kissed her neck, bit, sucked and moved down until I reached her breasts, I sucked one of them while caressing the other and she moaned without control.

I went down to her belly and slid until I reached where I wanted most.

— You're going to say-aaaaah – She screamed when my tongue reached her most sensitive spot while my finger slowly played with her entrance.

Her wetness oozed out. I've never felt so anxious about satisfying a woman, but with her I was different, I didn't just want to make her come, I wanted her to feel good, desired, all in a loving way and not just sexual.

I squeezed her ass and pressed her clit against my tongue. Her taste was perfect, indescribable, I think it was the best taste in the world. Something sweet and that made my own pussy throb.

When she let out moans of pleasure, I began licking it, caressing her folds insistently until she writhed and trembled against me.

Wanda pulled my hair, moaning.

— God, this is so good!!!!

My only response was to caress her skin with my fingertips as my tongue continued to work quickly on her sensitive spot.

He knew it wouldn't take long for her to orgasm, judging by the arch of her spine and the heat emanating from her.

— Nat... I'll...

With one last flick of my tongue, Wanda moaned loudly. Her fingers relaxed their grip on my hair, though I wished she had gripped it tighter.

I needed more. I wanted so much more!

— Can I get my jacket back now? – The question was serious, but she laughed as if it were a joke.

— Of course not, I won fair and square! – She replied, closing her eyes as my fingers ran over the bare skin of her back.

We were silent for a while, just enjoying the moment.

God, she was so beautiful!

— I must admit, you don't look so bad when your mouth is busy! – She murmured, and turned to me smiling.

- Hey! – I pushed her shoulder while she laughed. – you are so unpleasant! – I replied, looking into her beautiful eyes. – Okay, I must admit, small towns are not so bad!

Her answering smile was just brilliant, maybe it was time for me to finally anchor myself in one place. Or should I tell someone?

THE END

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Cleithrophobia - Chapter 5

Cleithrophobia: The fear of being trapped.

Pairing: Yandere Male Drider OC x Reader

Warnings (for the entire story): Yandere, Horror, Graphic Discriptions of Injury and Death, Spiders, NonCon Touching, Possible NonCon (depending on reader's interpretation), Implied Female Reader (although it doesn't really factor too heavily into the plot), Extreme Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Chapter 4 Index Chapter 6

Author's Note: I'm baaack! I'm so sorry that this took so long to get out, but I made it a longer chapter to hopefully make up for it! Unfortunately I think the next chapter will be a bit late as well (gotta love travelling for work + holidays) but if it is I'll make chapter 6 longer as well. Please enjoy!

This story was inspired by cobalt-sphinx's Drider x Reader from Quotev.

The leaves crunched under your boots as you made your way to your meeting spot. It was cold now and getting dark so early. The season’s work had picked up considerably, leaving you with long days filled with manual labor. All you wanted to do in the evenings was relax and enjoy a warm meal with Laura and Stan, but instead here you were, trudging your way into the middle of nowhere to meet with a giant spider monster.

It was a strange situation to be in, but you had noticed a small change in Mars’ behavior as the weeks followed. He began showing himself more frequently. Once again, he kept to his end of the agreement, at least attempting to be more civil when he did see you. That being said, he was god awful at concealing his true feelings, and you could often tell when he was judging you or biting back a scathing remark.

It was a slow change, but he seemed to be in a better mood recently, and the two of you began sharing actual banter during your brief exchanges. Shockingly, he has become a bit pleasant to be around.

"It’s, ah... impressive, actually, that you’ve gone this long without someone else noticing you.”

“Who’s to say they haven’t? You know that I’m perfectly capable of dealing with anyone who becomes a problem to me.”

“...”

“...Fine! Ugh, you’re so dull. I migrate to different areas depending on where my prey goes. Usually when the seasons change. I don’t typically stay in an area long enough for someone to see me.”

“Does that mean that you’ll be leaving soon, then?”

“Ha! You don’t actually think that I would pass up an opportunity for free meals so easily, do you? And besides... isn't my presence giving your little life some excitement? You don’t want to live such a boring existence; it’ll make you grow old too fast.”

But you did want to live a boring life, and your strange acquaintanceship wasn’t enough to keep your resentment from growing. This job had been a godsend for you. It had given you a purpose, albeit a simple one, and kept you grounded during a time when you were spiraling out of control. You didn’t need much, just something steady to help you get back on your feet after a mental breakdown had left you in the middle of nowhere, with nothing but an empty tank of gas and an overnight bag that you had hastily packed in your hurry to run away from everything that was suffocating you.

You could still remember that hot morning when Stan’s beaten-up old truck had pulled up next to you in the middle of your sobbing. He talked you down from your panic and transferred some of his fuel to your car. You had no money to repay him with, but he insisted that joining him and his wife for dinner at the local diner would be enough. That night you found yourself spilling your story out to them, much to your mortification. But they both felt such sympathy for your situation that they proposed that you work for them while you decide what to do next. It felt like a dream, how well things were beginning to work out for you.

But now... now, you could feel your loss of control. You were still visiting this place, and upholding your duty, out of fear of incurring Mars’ rage. The way that you were working your body into exhaustion was a painful reminder that you did not want to be a part of this.

But you had no choice, and here you found yourself yet again stumbling out into the cold night to feed your extortionist.

“Well! You’re early tonight. That excited to see me, huh?”

He was such a large creature, with eight legs as thick as tree trunks, but you’ve never once heard his footsteps. How strange. You didn’t even bother turning around to greet him, instead focusing on stretching your aching back. The fallen log that had mysteriously appeared in your meeting spot last week may not have been the most comfortable seat, and you could do without all the webbing, but it was better than sitting on the ground and offered a nice little reprieve for your sore feet.

“Mmm, yeah.”

“Yeah? So you are excited to see me! Although I know that you always are. I’m starting to think that this whole deal was a part of your plan to become my best friend!”

“Uh huh.”

You could tell by the tone in his voice that he was in a good mood, and with a lot more energy. Which was really a shame, considering that when he wasn’t, he’d grab the food and fuck off quickly after leaving some rude comment towards you. Though you knew that giving lackluster answers usually caused him to push your boundaries until you caved to his pressure, you didn’t have the energy to entertain him tonight.

“...Hey.”

And there it was. This is the part where he starts to get angry. You turned to face him, ready to muster up some enthusiasm for your apology, but the look on his face stopped you. Maybe it was because you were so tired, but he almost looked concerned.

“You look like shit.”

You rolled your eyes and turned back around, this time focusing on rolling your stiff shoulders. “Thanks.”

“You sick or something?”

“No, I’m... I’m just tired. You know, the harvest is under way, and we’re trying to get everything done before the season is over. Stan’s back isn’t what it used to be, so I’m trying to do most of the heavy lifting for him... It’s just, you know, a” -you gestured vaguely- “really busy time of year.”

You hadn’t expected to be so open with him, but your exhaustion had lowered some of your inhibitions. He was quiet for a while, not even touching the steak that you had left out for him, as he looked down the path that you took to get here.

“It’s a long walk out here, isn’t it?”

“...Yeah, it is.” 45 minutes, in fact, and that’s not even including the time I spend talking to you.

He hummed, deep in thought, as he absentmindedly sunk his fangs into his meal. You let yourself rest your eyes for a moment, not wanting to subject yourself to the nightmarish image of that meat liquidizing and sliding into his mouth.

“Don’t come back here for a bit.”

You flinched awake at the sound of his voice. “For how long?”

“I’ll let you know when you can start feeding me again, but for the next little while, don’t come here.”

“You’re not going to hur-”

“I’m not going to do anything bad. God!” he huffed, and you had to let out a tired laugh at his reaction. For someone who claimed to not know anything about humans, he certainly had a way of sounding like one.

“I’m not going to leave a message like last time, but I will let you know when our deal is back on. Now leave.” As funny as he could be, you knew that it was smart to leave when he told you to. And... if you were being honest, no positive interaction with him could ever compare to the utter bliss of a hot shower and a cozy bed.

---

You used your break to rest and reconnect with your benefactors, from whom you’ve grown a bit detached from. They were as lovely as ever, even though the stress of the season was clearly weighing on them both. The three of you kept each other’s spirits up by helping each other out when you could and reassurances that the worst was almost over.

You also used your newfound free time in the evenings to research spiders, even making a trip into town to buy two books about this area, one about the local fauna and another about folklore. You weren’t expecting to find much, but it was still disappointing when you received no answers on what matter of creature Mars really was. While you may have learned many “fun” facts about spiders –those were not, in fact, miniature legs in the front but rather pedipalps, and the fangs release a venom into its prey which contain digestive enzymes- you couldn’t find a spider that resembled him. He looked like a tarantula but hunted like a wolf spider. He left long webs hidden on the ground which resembled sheetweb spider’s webs, but he used them differently than they did. In the end, you had to give up. You may never know exactly what he was... but he was Mars, and you were content with not bogging yourself down with details.

It wasn’t long before you saw him again. You were unlocking the door of your cabin when you saw his silhouette at the edge of the forest. It was, to your surprise, a nice bit of familiarity that you had come to expect.

“Come on, I want to show you something,” he said when you were close enough. He immediately turned and led you down a new path, one that had been hastily cleared. Did he do this? How had you not heard him when he was so close to you...?

“Look! My new den!” You were shaken from your thoughts at the sound of his voice. You could see it at the other end of the (freshly created) clearing, which looked to be a giant hole disguised by brush and webs. “This will be our new meeting spot!”

“Mars, it’s, uh... very nice. But are you sure that’s a good idea?” He looked so proud of himself, and you regretted asking him. But you couldn't shake the feeling that he should not have done this.

“Of course it is!” He said it as though it were the only reasonable answer. “I needed a change of scenery, anyway. Hey, do you have any more of that steak back at your place? It won’t take long for you to go back and get it. I’ll wait here.”

You were okay with resuming your deal, and you understood why he had chosen to be so close to his meal ticket, but something about this felt off. You didn’t like how easy it would be for him to enter the farm. There were too many variables, too many things that could go wrong if he brought attention to himself. Dread began to build inside of you the longer you stayed here.

“Mars, I’m serious. You’re way too close to the farm. What if someone sees you?”

“Who cares?!” he laughed. “You know me - I’ll just kill anyone who does!”

Despite his lighthearted tone, you didn’t laugh back.

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