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sdr2lovemail · 11 months

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Anything for My Lady!

Synopsis: You're Muzan's faithful aide and she rewards your hard work with sweet words and a kiss. In reference to this post I made.

Note: Manipulation (kinda, reader is aware and is fine with it.) Gn Reader.

Requests are open!

Becoming the perfect being is what Muzan wanted. She almost had it all; immortality, eternal youth, and an army of bloodthirsty demons. Though there was one thing stopping her from becoming perfect, her inability to conquer the sun. Muzan had spent years, decades, centuries trying to find a way. She looked through every book, every village, every person but has yet to find an answer.

Nothing, not a single book in the infinity castle had any new information. Flipping through pages and tossing them to the side, Muzan was getting frustrated. Before her resolve could fully snap, she found something. A formula dating a few centuries back, one she had not tried before. With an almost crazed smirk, she called out to the demon with a biwa.

“Nakime, summon my precious aide for me.” Her voice practically purred.

Positioning her fingers on the strings, Nakime gave a subtle nod. “Yes, Lord Muzan.”

You were confused, being pulled from your home and into a never-ending labyrinth so suddenly. Though the confusion quickly wore off. Seeing the familiar complexities of the infinity castle made your chest warm. It meant your lady needed you.

A shiver goes down your spine when you hear it. The sound of your name falling from soft lips. Muzan stands tall in the center of the room. Her hair was in its usual bun, her kimono perfectly draped. With quick yet elegant steps, she’s in front of you. Her sharp, red eyes pierce through you. “Kneel.”

It was as if your body switched to auto-piolet. You get down on one knee, a hand on your chest, bowing your head. “Lady Muzan, it’s so wonderful to see you again. Is there something you need of me?”

Muzan reached a hand down, bringing the tips of her fingers to lift your chin. She smiled. The sight caused your stomach to flutter. “Yes, there is something I need. Rather urgently at that.” With her free hand, she holds a sheet of parchment. “See these ingredients? I need you to collect them for me.”

Your eyes look into hers, shining with pure devotion. “Of course, I will go right away.”

Muzan gleamed at your eagerness. She kneels next to you, her hand cupping your chin. “Always so happy to please. You’re unlike my demon subordinates. No, you’re far more special. You can do things they can’t. I can call you day or night.”

Your spine tingled as she leaned in close, her breath tickling your ear. Her voice was low as she whispered.

“Make quick work of this task, and I’ll reward you. Don’t disappoint me.” Muzan’s lips grazed against the shell of your ear. Her waxy lipstick left a faint mark.

Clasping your hands together, you look on at Muzan with awe. She was so close. The floral fragrance of her perfume wafts into your nose, sending a jolt through your body. “I won’t let you down! I’ll get everything on the list, I promise.”

“Good.” Muzan pulls away, standing to her full height. She turns around and gives a dismissive wave of her hand. Nakime sends you off with a strum of her biwa.

Once you’re gone, the demon king walks back to her desk with a smirk. You were so easy to work, so malleable. You would do anything she said. She liked that. Unlike some of her demons, you never complained or whined; never asked for anything in return. Just working for her seemed to be enough payment. She couldn't help but wonder, would you still serve her in her other forms?

Hours had passed, and the sun was going down on the horizon.

“They have returned, Lord Muzan,” Nakime announced as she strummed the strings of her biwa. The infinity castle shifted and shuffled until you were back in front of Muzan. You held bags and parcels of many shapes.

You stand tall, bowing your head, and a light blush covers your face. “I’m back, my lady. I got everything on your list.”

In a flash, the items were out of your hands. Muzan takes her place in front of you. The way she looked down at you made your heart beat faster. She brings her hand to your cheek, a well-manicured nail grazing against your skin. “Well done. You didn’t have any trouble, did you?” Her voice was like honey, and you just wanted more of it.

“No! No trouble at all. I found everything with ease. I only had to visit two villages as well.” It didn’t matter how many villages you went to. You’d scour the whole globe if it made Muzan happy.

Slowly, Muzan leans in. Her fragrant perfume fills your senses once more. “Perfect. Now, for your reward.”

The touch is light, but it still invigorates you. Her lips were soft and gentle against yours. Still cupping your cheek, she used her thumb to stroke your skin. The smooth feel of her lipstick was pleasant on your lips. Just as quick as the feeling came, it was gone. Though it was a chaste kiss, it felt like an eternity to you.

Once Muzan pulled away, she smirked. “Hm, you just might be my favorite. If you keep working this diligently, I’ll have to keep rewarding you.”

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fortune-fool02 · 1 year

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Medical Care

Jack Krauser x Gender-Neutral reader

Requested by: @hornyverymuch

Hewwo! ♡ Could I request a fluff fic with Krauser? I was thinking of something like: he and reader are on a mission, Krauser doesn't see an attack and the reader managed to protect him, but gets hurt bc of that. And so Krauser taking care of wounded reader?

If you'd be comfortable with that, could you write for gender neutral or male reader?

Have a great day! <3

Warning: Mentions of blood, mention of violence, gunshot wound, much fluff.

Word Count: 1,168

Thank you for requesting! I love this idea so much!

Please enjoy!

The sound of gunfire overheard bounced off of the walls around them, the sound echoing louder and piercing their ears, but [Name] gritted their teeth and focused, peering around their cover and firing back. Major Krauser pressed his back against the cover also before opening fire.

They had been exploring a section of an isolated village, where a suspected arms dealer may have been hiding out. They weren't wrong but the bastard seemed to have been expecting them somehow. [Name] and Major Krauser were separated from the rest of their unit, leaving them both with no back-up at the moment.

"Fucker's got us cornered." Krauser cursed, reloading his TMP before looking beside him at [Name], "You good there, kid?" His chest moved with controlled breathing, keeping his head on secure and holding his ground. Even under extreme circumstances, Krauser always kept his composure. Something that [Name] admired. Something they strived to be like.

"Yes, Major." They replied, quickly checking their ammo, they still had some bullets left. Their eyes quickly darted around, trying to form a plan. "Major, if we can try to get to those containers, we could flank him." They motioned to the containers that stood close towards where the enemy was currently taking cover. Krauser looked, assessing it then nodded,

"Good eye, kid. You go, I'll cover you." [Name] smiled a little at this before turning and getting ready. They counted in their mind, listening for the gunshots to stop for a second and then bolted, keeping low down to the ground. Krauser's gunfire continued, keeping the enemy distracted for a moment while [Name] got closer. Adrenaline pumped through their veins, their pulse in their ears, but they kept focused.

Skidding to cover, [Name] kept down low, reloading their gun before turning the corner and aiming, shooting at the enemy's legs. A pained shout was almost reassuring for them, knowing that they got a hit, followed by the heavy thud as the man collapsed down, clutching his bleeding legs. [Name] kept their gun trained on him, not faltering for a moment as they walked over, kicking the man's gun away from him.

Krauser emerged from his cover, an almost proud smile on his face as he looked at [Name], "Nice work there, [Name]." He walked over, wiping the sweat off his brow and looked down at the wounded man for a second then looked back at [Name]. "C'mon. We'll regroup with the others and get to the rendezvous point."

Krauser turned his back and began to walk off with [Name] by his side. The younger soldier looked up at him from the side, a light smile on their lips before they heard a gun cock. Their eyes shifted quickly to the man on the floor, a handgun in his hand, aiming at Krauser.

"Major!" [Name]'s body went onto auto-piolet, moving in front of the gun as it went off, the bullet hitting them in their abdomen. Hot-white pain flooded their vision for a moment, not registering hitting the ground, hot blood spilling through their fingers. Their blood. [Name]'s hands pushed down on the wound, gritting their teeth in a poor attempt to swallow down their moans of pain.

Another few gunshots were heard but they didn't know where from, from who's gun. Their eyes locked on the ceiling above them before trying to look down at their wound, trying to get a sense of the damage. It was hard to see with their tactical vest on, the shirt underneath becoming damp with blood. "Fuck, fuck...."

"[Name]!" Krauser's voice was somewhere off to the side for a second before the blonde major appeared in their vision. His hands immediately moving to unclasp and remove the vest, helping them get it off to assess the wound. "That was bloody reckless of you, you know?" He said, sounding that of a scolding parent with their child, but there was an underlying tone beneath it. A touch of worry.

"S-Sorry, Major." [Name] forced a smile, looking up at him. Krauser sighed at them before rolling their shirt up and pulling out a first-aid kit from his vest pouches.

"Keep your hands on the wound, [Name]." He ordered, pushing [Name]'s smaller hands down onto the wound for a moment, applying pressure to it. If it wasn't for the fact they were bleeding from a gunshot wound, [Name] might have blushed at feeling their Major's hands overs theirs. They could think about it late, right now, there was more pressing matters to deal with.

Krauser pulled out a bottle of water, "I'm going to clean the wound, we'll get the bullet out once we're someplace safer." They had a better chance of getting the wound properly treated when they were back at base, right now, they best thing they could do was bandage the wound to stop the blood flow.

[Name] nodded and took a breath before looking up at the ceiling. "Sure, just... do what you can, Major." they said, taking another breath as they felt Krauser's hands on their skin, fighting back a shiver. Such thoughts were highly inappropriate, especially with the fact that this was their Major. But it was not something that could be helped. Once the bandage was tight and secured, Krauser held his hand out.

"Right, up we go, [Name]." He said, helping the younger soldier to their feet. His arm wrapped around their waist while he slid their other arm over his broad shoulders, keeping them upright. "You can walk, right? I'm not carrying you." He smiled lightly, taking small steps at first, watching them closely. Once their steps were steady, the two started walking towards the rendezvous point.

The second they got to the temporary medical-tent, [Name] let out a soft groan as they were laid down by Krauser, the larger man bringing the First-Aid kit over and began to get to work. [Name] laid there quietly, sweat forming on their brow a little from a mix of the jungle's humidity and the fight.

They watched Krauser work, a look of focused concentration on his face. His brow set, his eyes locked on the wound as his hands moved with an uncharacteristic care. His large hands moving with methodical movements, his touch gentle but firm if needed to be. [Name] couldn't help but be almost entranced by this.

"[Name], you still with me?" he spoke, breaking the silence that hung inside the tent. His eyes remaining on the wound as the tweezers moved in, carefully trying to grasp at the bullet.

"Y-Yeah, I'm still here, Major." Their lips twitched into a smile at this, looking at him still. "Didn't think you'd be so good at playing 'Nurse'." The look Krauser gave them was balancing the line of a sarcastic look and stern stare. But the light tug at the corner of his lips made them smile more.

"Don't push it, kid." [Name] smiled more at him before letting their eyes close, feeling his hands on them still before lulling into a somewhat sleep.

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eneiryu · 5 days

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Daydreaming about a moment where the pack is at the McCall house and Theo is asleep upstairs recovering from some sort of grievous wound, and then hunters break in downstairs and surround the pack and the humans and then you THINK it's all over and then somebody calls for Theo as a last ditch effort and then Theo wakes up and just goes on auto-piolet and just wreaks havoc. Like, probably not killing people because he's 'reformed' now but showing off his combat prowess without even trying, protecting the pack at a drop of a dime, just showing off without even meaning to, all bloody and red and violent and stuff

This could make for a very interesting story… 🤔

#eneiryu ask

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saltsicklover · 9 months

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Part 8 - A Sacrifice For Love

The Poem is "A Sacrifice For Love" By Peter Daniel Phiri

Title: A Sacrifice For Love - Fan Mail Pt. 7

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1330

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, blood, anger.

It wasn't supposed to be like this.

Ace is hugging her knees to her chest, blood from her split knuckles coating her skin. Her hands ache. So does her face, the skin chapping from the tears and blood. Snot is mixed with blood on the backs of her wrists, the cuffs of her rain slicker now coated in the mixture.

Sam stands next to Ace's huddled form, her body taller than his from her place on the kitchen counter. He wanted to bring her to medical, he really did, but her pleas left him no choice but to bandage her up himself, even if that meant they had to take up residence in the kitchen.

He takes one of her hands with his, holding it tight enough to clean but loose enough that she still shakes slightly. The alcohol stings, shocking prickles down from her knuckles to her fingertips. Ace doesn't make a sound.

As Sam dabs antibacterial cream on her wounds, he murmurs the words of a poem, more to the room around them than to himself. Yet, she still finds comfort in the words. They resonate through her bones.

"In plight of loving you, I bleed, And willingly surrender my self to death. For with death, comes emancipation."

Sam used to repeat the poem to himself during his time overseas, fighting off record wars next to Riley. The poem was Riley's to begin with, whispered from fox holes where they made haphazard repairs to their wings in the middle of fire fights. Sam stole the words from him, and they spoke the poem in tandem; missing their families more than their own words could describe.

"But my heart is entangled with yours, And so is my life, But I have to depart now."

Sam wraps her knuckles in gauze, winding the white cotton through her fingers and over her palms. His touch is light, her hands still tremble.

Sam's hands are warm against the dull crust of her broken skin. He touches her so gently, like he might break her open but there is no intent behind his hands on her body. He works on auto piolet, the mentality that has been drilled into him since basic training taking over- fix the injuries and complete the mission.

"My soul is halfway across the journey, singing joyous melodies. My spirit stays with my heart for a while, Which with both great joy and pain, .. Engage in plucking its biting nails from yours, Before the trinity of me flies away to eternity."

After each of her hands is tended to, Sam pulls out a pack of baby wipes. He takes a few from the package, the plastic rumbling unpleasantly as he does. He carefully lifts her face with two gentle fingertips under her chin.

They make eye contact for the first time since Ace showed up to the tower. Her eyes are swollen and red ringed. Sam can't help but suck in a breathe at the sight, fighting off a grimace. He carefully dabs at her face, wiping away the crimson that threatens to stain her skin. Ace pulls her bottom lip between he teeth as he presses a bit harder to the corner of her nose. Ace steals quick glances over the plains of Sam's face, his expression almost non existent. A stoicism carved into his expression, lying just under the skin.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Sam questions, his eyes firmly on the expanse of her face, avoiding her gaze for both of their benefits. Her eyes trail over the deep lines between his eyebrows.

"I wish I hit him harder," Ace finally speaks, her voice hoarse. A laugh escapes Sam, a laugh too large; a smirk writing itself across his lips with a shake of his head. The laughter breaks Sam out of his tunnel vision, the world around him slowly easing back in.

"We don't condone violence as a way of dealing with our emotions, Ace," Sam wipes at the peak of her chin.

"Bullshit," She scoffs with a quiet voice.

"Excuse me?" Sam raises a brow at her, moving to wipe down the sleeves of her coat. The dried blood smears.

"You are the goddamn Avengers, you kill people to sort out your problems. I can hit somebody every once in a while," She explains plainly.

"Just because you can, Ace, doesn't mean that you should. After all, you know what they say about war," She quirks a tired eyebrow his way.

"It just determines who's left standing, making them the victor. They didn't have to be right in the first place," She narrows her brows at him, "You don't have to be right to win the fight, Ace, that's all I'm saying,"

She pulls away from his grasp, the blood smearing down her thumb.

"You think I won?" Her eyes leave Sam, trailing over her own hands and the blood that stains them. There is dried blood under her fingertips. Usually her stomach would turn at the sight. But now, there is a sick sense of pride swelling in her chest.

"I don't think anybody won anything," Sam begins. Ace's ego deflates. "I do think Bucky lost the worst out of everyone,"

His words shake Ace to her core. The image of Bucky turning and running from the gym is now seared into the space behind her eyelids. She pushes the heels of her hands into her eyes, pressing down firmly.

There is blood on her face again, from the cuffs of her jacket. Sam exhales, taking her wrists gently in his hands, pulling them away from her eyes. He dabs at the new crimson skin with a new wet wipe.

"Where do you think he went?" Ace's voice is small, so small she barely recognizes it herself.

"There's no telling," Sam exhales a little too hard, "I don't know him like that,"

Sam knows those words were wrong the second they spill from his lips. Ace's brows furrow, expression tightening.

"I mean, we don't talk about that sort of thing. He's always had Steve for that. Steve comforts him, knows him like the back of his hand. Me? I'm more a thorn in his side. You? Well, you're something else entirely,"

"Something else?" Her voice breaks at the end.

"An echo of home, and a glimpse at the future all in one,"

Ace wants to press him further, keep Sam talking. Spilling the secrets he doesn't even realize he knows. Maybe that's part of being a superhero, knowing things subconsciously, the deeper parts of the brain working overtime to compensate for everything life throws, every curveball and villain.

"An echo of home," She whispers to herself, over and over again. Without another word, she pushes herself from atop the table, her feet hitting the ground with a bit too much force. Pins and needles spread throughout her feet, rising up her legs. Each step tingles.

Sam doesn't stop her, though maybe he should. Maybe he should save her before she gets in too deep, but that's not in his DNA. He's a superhero, a Airman. He is the cleanup crew, the one who comes in after the war as already began. He can't keep one side from charging in, because if he did, there wouldn't be anyone there to save. So, he lets her go, disappearing into the elevator, the yellow of her rain slicker, still slick with blood is the last thing he sees as the doors slide shut.

"I can't stop your bleeding heart, since my heart's nails were rooted so deeply within yours, neither can I stop your tears from flowing, for it's better your tears flow than your blood drain. since tears cleanse your soul, your heart and your spirit. within you I've departed, but besides you, I'll forever stay," Sam continues. He's only halfway through the poem now, but he doesn't feel the need to finish it. So the words sit heavy in his chest, just waiting to be spoken.

#bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #marvel x reader #bucky barnes angst #bucky barnes x fem reader #bucky barnes x y/n #james barnes x you #james barnes x reader

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peachyloveswriting · 2 years

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Long past Dawn (Yancy x reader)

Chapter 2

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Word count: 2.2k

Summary: an argument was what you least expected, but we're you in the right for not giving an answer?

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“So what kind of look are we going for here?” You ask as you stand with Yancy in the men’s clothing section.

Yancy looks around, his hands idly in his pockets and most of his weight on one leg. He bites his lip. Scanning the clothing options was simple enough, but actually picking something out seems like a task. Yancy was up for the challenge though.

“Simple. I want nothing too flashy. I’ll save that for my parole hearing.” He states blandly.

His reasonings are simple, you hum at that. But time seems to fly the more clothes he puts on the cart. He’s going to need lots, anyway.

As you follow him around, you notice he’s grown quiet. His brows furrow and his lips purse lightly. He seems deep in thought, and rather unexpectedly, he starts a conversation., he starts a conversation.

“I told youse about me getting parole sometime last month.” He pauses. His fingertips brush against the various hung shirts, moving them just enough that he can see the front of them. “And then I sang youse a song.” Picking up a shirt from the rack, he looks it over, turning and tossing it in the cart. He speaks again as he does.

“But youse left in the middle of it.”

Vaguely, it plays in your head. What happened? It’s like a fuzzy dream that you can’t quite remember that well, but you recognize it. The colorful lights and the swirling blue of the wormhole. You can’t quite describe the feeling that overtakes you. Dread is the only word that fits.

“Why?” He turns to you with saddening eyes. A light frown curls at his lips.

When you open your mouth to speak, it’s suddenly as if you swallowed sand. The answer is stuck in your throat. Shifting your weight from one leg to the other, you lift a hand to tug at the collar of your shirt.

“I don’t want to talk about it, okay?” You whisper.

His eyes stare at you in longing for an answer. You feel it too, the yearning to tell him why. But the bottom of your eyes grows heavy, you can feel it on your face. Yancy can see the way your face falls flat when you’re not interacting with him and the bags under your eyes. He’s no fool.

Yancy hums, turning away from you again. Leaning against the handle of the cart, you push it along after Yancy, using your weight. He glances back at you every now and again, his gaze lingering for longer and longer each time. The growing worry increases. You can see it in how his lips press into a thin line and his eyes droop when he looks at you.

At some point, you must have gone into auto-piolet, thinking about what to say to him. He was walking beside the cart with his hand, tugging it along.

The regrettable decision of watching TV all night was catching up to you, you thought. You closed your eyes at any chance you got, and when you were leaving the store, Yancy seemed to notice. Catching your eyes, betraying you, the dark circles and bags. He smiled lightly at the image and continued onward.

Pulling open the back door of your car, you place the bags in the backseat. Yancy stands on the other side of the cart, helping you. He glimpses at you as he does.

“Youse think I could drive us back? Youse seems pretty tired.” He mentions.

You scoff, placing the last bag and shutting the back door. You turn to him. “How long have you been in prison?” you retort. Sarcasm drips from your tongue. He follows you as you put the cart away.

“It hasn’t been that long! C’mon.” He remarks.

Pushing the cart into the stall, you turn and face him. “Do you even know how to drive?”

He blinks at you, his brows furrowed and his mouth slightly agape. He seems offended by what you asked. You only blink at him back, waiting for an answer.

“I do,” he drawls.

You gaze at him for a short while longer before walking back towards the car, defeated. Turning before you move to the passenger side, you give him the keys. His lips curl up into a smile, a reassuring one.

"Don't kill us." You joke.

He opens the door, "I won't."

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Putting the last of the clothes in the guest room, you walk out to the living room to see Yancy standing idly. He's looking around with curiosity in his eyes, that glimmer of wonder in them. He clasps his hands together in front of him.

Looking over to see you, he smiles, "Thank youse again."

Moving towards the kitchen, you rummage through the fridge and pantry. "It's no biggie." Peeking around the boxes of various instant cook foods, you spot a box of mashed potato mix. Reaching back and grasping it, you pull it out, turning it to show Yancy.

"Want beef tips?" You ask.

He walks up to you as if trying to stay quiet, his steps silent and slow. "What's that?"

The idea of being able to make something for him he's never had before brings a smile to your face. You shift your weight.

"It's mashed potatoes, homemade gravy, and beef tips." You explain.

His eyebrows raise and he makes an 'O' shape with his mouth. "I've never had that before."

Turning and placing the box on the counter, you rummage for more ingredients. "I can tell." You giggle lightly. It's a low effort, which reminds Yancy.

"Wait." You paused, looking at him. "What?"

Taking a step closer to you, Yancy's face softens. He smiles lightly at you, the skin around his eyes wrinkling.

"Let me do it." His offer carried sincerity. But the face you made must've given away your confusion, not that you meant to.

"I mean, I can tell youse super tired. S'like a favor for letting me stay." He flashes you another sweet smile. Looking down at the floor and shaking your head, you scoff.

"No. Yancy, it's okay. This is your first meal in years. Let me do this for you." You look back up into his eyes, secretly pleading that he would cook, anyway.

"Youse doesn't need to do that for me," — he places a hand on your upper arm — "I owe youse, anyway. So, just go lay on the couch and rest. I can figure out how to make it." He tried his hardest to be reassuring and sound as if he knew what he was doing, but you couldn't help the laugh that escaped you.

"What?" Yancy questions.

"I'll get you the instructions. Don't worry." You smiled.

His shoulders relaxed, and a breath escaped him. "Thank fuck. I was worried I would have to improvise." He remarked.

"I wouldn't do that to you." You jab. Walking over towards your miscellaneous pile, plucking a notebook and pen from it, you quickly jot down the instructions and set them down on the counter. Yancy steps up behind you, his hand resting on your back.

Heat rises to your face. The urge to jolt and turn away is strong. You can feel the rush already pulsing through you.

"Thank you," Yancy says softly.

Smiling up at him, you nod. "Of course, if you need anything, let me know." He nods curtly, his hand lingering on your back even as you turn to walk away.

To your surprise, not once did Yancy need your help. You didn't think him incompetent, of course. But after being in prison for so long, you felt like he might be confused. Not that it was the proper word, anyway. It was rather rude to assume.

You lay on the couch, staring up at the ceiling blankly. The conversation from the store entered your mind once more. Your stomach churns, unsettled. Turning on your side, you vaguely recall the events that happened that month. As you lay there, trying to remember a dull pain ebbs through your head. It's taunting in a way as if it's just painful enough to make you want to cry, but not painful enough to hurt significantly. Almost like an annoying fly that you just can't seem to kill, no matter how many times you try.

Like a bandaid being ripped off and tearing hair with it, the memory of the people who died ripples through you. Tightening your hand into a fist and biting your lip, your eyes clenched shut. Out of everything you could have remembered, this was the one you hope not to remember. Just seeing Mark's face in so much emotional pain right at the end, so rightly felt but uncalled for. He truly deserves the worst. He'd always been pushy, and the cause of most problems.

The amount of times this has happened is uncountable it seems. Just that burning rage builds in your hands, along with the urge to punch the thing closest to where you lie. Cursing Mark’s name.

Yancy’s hand shakes your arm softly, turning and blinking up at him as you’re groaning. He looks down at you with a bright smile on his face and a twinkle in his eyes. The worry that had carried on his face just moments before melted away.

“Dinner’s ready.” He chirps.

Moving away as you sit up, Yancy moves back towards the dining table. It’s small, with conveniently only two seats. You never got rid of the second one, even though you were the only one to use the seat, you just never moved it.

You rub your face quickly before standing to make your way to the table. Yancy sits there, his plate before him, and yours is waiting for you. You smile lightly, pulling out your chair and sitting in it. The warmth of the food hits your face as you sit, and the smell of the seasonings and the meat hits your nose. It’s open and inviting, making your mouth water.

“Wow, this smells good.” You comment.

He picks up his fork, eager to dig in. "I know." He cooed.

Silence falls over you as you eat and you can't help but notice Yancy glancing at you as if he wants to say something. So the next time he looks at you, you speak.

"Is there something on my face?" You ask with a small smile.

Yancy quickly shakes his head, using the back of his hand to cover his mouth as he swallows.

"No." — he inhaled — "I know you said you didn't want to talk about it back at the store, but I just want to know."

Your smile falls, right along with your gut. "Yancy, it's a lot more complicated than you know." Your voice is soft, not wanting to make him upset.

Setting down his spoon and clasping his hands together, he looks at you, the light from above casting shadows over his eyes.

It's intimidating to see him so serious like this, making that dread bubble back up inside you.

"You could just tell me why. I mean, if you don't like my singing, you could have asked me to stop instead of leaving." His words unsettled a burning in your chest that you hadn't realized was there, and it screams at you.

"Yancy, it has nothing to do with that." You reason. But it comes off harsher than intended. Your eyes glare at him. They're cold and unwavering. Just as you're unwilling to answer.

"Then why did you just leave?" You're taken aback by his heightened voice.

Placing your hands on the table, you push yourself to your feet, and the chair behind you slides away. Something in Yancy flips like a switch as he looks up at you. Guilty.

"I didn't have a choice, Yancy." You grit your teeth, not daring to let your gaze meet his. The room grows hot and heavy. The longer you stand there in silence, the worse the pain is, like a chisel driven through your skull. As you turn to retreat to your bedroom, you glimpse Yancy's face.

He presses his lips into a thin line, and his eyes are dull. Distressed, confused, and maybe something else that you couldn't quite see before you walked away.

Your footsteps faded in the distance before your door shut behind you. He sighs. His first night on parole and he feels that he already messed up. The silence that surrounds him doesn't help, it's deafening.

Swallowing hard, he finishes his plate. The walk to the sink feels daunting. His legs feel like bags of bricks, getting heavier with each step.

As he turns back away from the sink, his gaze stops short of your plate. A deep frown on his lips. He places it in the fridge.

Making his way towards the couch, he turns the lights off as he goes. As he lays there, staring up at the darkness of the ceiling, he can’t help but let his mind wander. Wonder to that blue swirl he saw in the corner of his eye before you were gone. You seemed so upset when he saw it appear, whatever it was. But you weren’t the only one who was upset, for hours afterward Yancy isolated himself. No one in the prison saw him for days. And even though he knew you were upset, he was upset too. Maybe it was selfish to only care about getting a reason out of you, but he wanted to know.

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b00inazkaban · 10 months

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Darkest Days:

Chapter 1: Alone

She had called them...

Ruby. Ruby the stray, why'd you just have trust her, now the league was coming. You loved chubs he was one of your best friends but you couldn't go with the league they are untrustworthy people who'd sell you off at the last minute if it ment they would make it out with only a slap of the wrist. The moment ruby had held down that tracker and told you what it was you knew what would happen if you went with them, so you stood up grabbing your bag with this look of sorrow and regret even if you haven't done anything wrong it was like your body knew what you were going to do before you'd even thought of it.

"I-Ruby...what have you done they aren't safe people. I can't stay I have to leave..." you tried to process what was going on but Liam just looked up at you with understanding look in his eyes. You knew why he wanted to stay but your gut was telling you nothing would be alright now or after this.

"Wait, sit back down, it'll be alright we'll get help and get to safety" Ruby tried to pled with you

"No...no you've gotta be fucking joking me right now Ruby---Liam y-you know what the League is like, what they've done and you will still sit here and go with them? WHAT THE FUCK LIAM!? Get up please Liam, you can't possibly go with them!" You started off trying to convince them or at least Liam otherwise but it was no use he had made up his mind at this point, and it sure as hell wasn't gonna stop you from tearing up, you didn't want to stay for the outcome of it all. It was like your feet were on auto piolet slowly taking steps back, but you heard cars zeroing in on your location in the distance so you quickly shifted on your heel, running into the woods not caring where you went just not the enemy--not with the league--not with ruby. Tears sprung from your eyes fogging your vision, you didn't care, tears could drip form your cheeks as long as they'd like if they didn't cause you to trip or hit something. Your breathing labored as you ran, slowing down and just completely collapsing against a tree letting your sobs out into your knees. The day was just born, you had to find supplies, somewhere to use for shelter and a hiding spot, you may not have been scared of what was outside but you were sure as hell scared to be alone without your people with you. You had been walking for a few miles already when you came across your first gas station. You went in and saw a bag on the messy floor and shelves half stocked with products, you grabbed the bagged and poured the contents out, it was full of clothes and some random personal items but you grabbed a plain white camisole, light blue long sleeve button up jacket, jeans, and a baseball cap. Then, you quickly changed and took the bag you found and shoved food you needed from the shelves into it. Then you went behind the counter and grabbed packs of Marlboro cigarettes and lighters and shoved those into the bag as well.

'Well my food situation is taken care of, now all I need to do is go and try to find that motel we stayed at before and I could live there.' you thought to yourself after heading out the back door you walked into the woods heading down the same way the road is going. You couldn't risk going onto the actual road because yes people are in the cities now but most days some cars through town, wither its tracers, company trucks, or people making their way to another city. But no matter who it was you couldn't risk being spotted, they'd bring you back to a camp in an instant. Of course with you telekinesis powers you could kill them but you had morals, and you saw no real reason to hurt anyone in cold blood. But you had been walking for hours and still hadn't arrived to the motel you knew it was close but you'd ran out of hours in the day. You decided to find a tree that you could climb and sleep in for the night so you could continue getting to the motel when you were in better mind and well rested. As you drifted to sleep you thought about tomorrow, your future, your so called friends and what the league has or will do to them.

Yay I've done chapter 1! I would've had it out a week ago but I was on vacation and didn't have internet for the whole week.

#b00inazkaban #fanfiction #darkest minds #darkest minds x reader

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justdealingwithsomeissues · 4 months

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So I haven't said anything about it because I've mostly been on auto piolet for these books, but the art on them has taken a real nose dive in quality... and it is only gonna get worse as we push through this last one here...

#Marvel #Marvel UK #Cyberspace 3000

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spazzingcookies · 2 years

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Head cannons for warp darkmatter

Warp would most likely meet (y/n) on a mission for zrug. (Y/n) was just in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Warp had a gun to (y/n)'s head so he could escape. It was very much a hostage situation.

Once alone in the ship. Warp was flirting. Hey he might as well take his shot. He definitely used his charm.

He wouldn't really hurt (y/n). he also calls this a first date.

He would even let (y/n) sit on His lap and "fly the ship" it was really just on auto piolet, but hey (y/n) didn't need to know that.

The fun did come to an end when buzz lightyear got on warp's tail.

If buzz got on the ship to save (y/n) warp would put up a fight. But he also didn't want (y/n) in danger. He didn't want (y/n) to accidently get shot.

Obviously buzz won and warp fled, however the "date" stayed in his head.

Next time warp meets (y/n), its not a mission. He came to see them! He would ask for a real date. No kidnapping, no shooting. Just them. Please agree this guy wants a shot at romance.

He would take (y/n) to fancy places! He is loaded after all. You get payed a lot when you work for zurg.

Warp after a while would take (y/n) too his moon. And it was away from star command. They could do anything there!

Please let warp give you piggyback rides. He will carry (y/n) like that every where.

Unless (y/n) was asleep. Warp would hold them to his chest like a sleeping baby.

Please just let him carry (y/n).

Warp at some point would have to tell zurg about (y/n), and to please not obliterate them. Zurg, with a bit of Whining and fighting, agrees.

Warp would be hesitant to bring (y/n) to planet z. Not to say he doesn't trust zurg or (y/n), but it was more of "what ifs" on his mind

He would later bring (y/n) there but would make a grub babysit them.

Warp would be focused on working and making plans with zurg. As soon as warp was done he would run back to (y/n).

Please let him play with your hair.

Unlike buzz, warp would not call (y/n) cute pet names. More of slightly inappropriate pet names. Mostly in private.

He is Definity the big spoon. Some mornings he would refuse to let (y/n) go just so he could hold them tight for as long as he could.

Warp loves to cook. If he is cooking for (y/n) he will go all out. You want some cosmic pancakes with some fruit? He's on it. He puts in extra effort if it's for (y/n). Please praise his food. It feeds his ego.

If (y/n) does not know how to cook a d wants to learn, warp would be over the moon. He would love to teach (y/n) how to cook. Even if the Recipe is simple or beyond difficult.

if it was something he never heard of he would try and make it with (y/n).

Would 100% put cream on (y/n)'s face to kiss it off.

He would also sprinkle Sugar on (y/n) because they are "sweet" to him.

#x reader #blosc #buzz lightyear #buzz lightyear of star command #zurg #self insert #sorry theres no story with x readers yet. head cannons are fun tho #that and head cannons are much faster #if you have any ideas please send an ask #or a dm if your shy #warp darkmatter

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