#do your own research but just... try to listen to the least heard voices and not just those trying to boost them | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

lnfours · 3 months

Text

sensual | l.n

summary: sharing a wall with your roommate has become.. intriguing, to say the least.

warnings: roommate!best friend!lando x fem!reader, smut (18+ pls), unprotected sex (pls wrap it before u tap it), this is basically just filth with fluff and a bit of angst if you squint.

masterlist | inbox | listen to the playlist

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊

you were sitting up in bed, typing away at the research paper that was due over the weekend. an earbud in one ear as you tried to focus. tried to lock into this paper that had taken most of your brain power for the day.

you managed to tune just about everything out, humming softly to the song as you typed. but something pulled you from your trance as your fingers froze over the keys of your laptop. you had thought you were hearing things, tugging and earbud to make sure it was just your imagination before it happened again.

a soft moan coming from the other side of the wall. you were frozen in your spot, now hearing his heavy breathing as everything else fell silent. you felt your heart jump into your throat and a course of heat spread through your body. you should’ve just shoved your earbuds back in and pretended you never heard anything, went back on with your paper.

another moan, this time followed by a soft, “fuck,”

you were completely frozen now, cheeks heating at the fact that you were fully listening in on your best friend get off. you leaned your head back against your headboard, closing the lid of your laptop and the sound of his pants pulling you into the void.

but what really did it was the next, higher pitched moan that he was clearly trying to hold back, followed by a quick, “fuck, y/n, baby,”

that’s when you lost it. your eyes bugging out of your head as you listened. he had just said your name, thinking about you as he got himself off. your best friend, the person who knew you better than anyone else.

it made you wonder what he was picturing you doing to him, biting down on your lip as you finally caved. you tugged down the waistband of your pajama shorts, your hand finding the warm wetness of your pussy. you let out a silent moan, mouth agape as your fingers found your clit.

your back arched slightly when you heard him moan again, “shit, so close,”

you were quickly chasing your own release, cheeks still hot as you heard the wetness of yourself against your fingers. your mind raced, thinking about what he could be doing to you. thinking about how he’d have his way with you, your mouth full of him or his pretty face as you rode him. mind bouncing between different scenarios.

“y/n, fuck, i’m gonna cum, baby,”

you whispered a soft string of curses, your body shaking as you gave yourself an orgasm. his moan dragged out this time, letting you know he had finally reached his. you caught your breath, thinking about what you both had just done. what it could mean for your friendship.

a few weeks later…

lando was scrolling through his phone absentmindedly, laughing softly to the video that had come across his timeline. he heard your door close and a giggle come from you before your headboard softly banged against the wall. he furrowed his eyebrows, listening to you talk until he was caught off guard by the male voice coming from your room.

he tried not to listen, blocking it out until he heard your giggle that had turned into a soft moan. he licked his lips, turning his tv on. there was no way he was about to listen to his best friend get laid. even if she was the one he thought about when he touched himself, he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

until you moaned a little louder, almost sounding like it was straight from a porno. that’s what made his sweatpants grow tighter, listening to the suppressed sound of skin slapping together. the way your moans had become slightly muffled, his mind thinking about your face in the pillows, ass up in the air.

he was done for now, hand palming at his painfully hard dick. until the next moan you let out sounded fake, followed by the guy’s soft grunt.

and that was that. there was no more noise other than the soft voices making some slight small talk. he furrowed his eyebrows, there was no way. it hadn’t even been five minutes.

he heard your bedroom door open and soft shuffling outside his door as you ushered the guy out of your apartment. he got up, opening his bedroom door and leaning against the door frame as he watched you close the apartment door, clad in your fluffy robe.

you turned around, jumping at the sight as you held the robe closer to you, “fucks sake!”

your whisper yelling made him chuckle softly, “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.”

he looked good, the dim from his room lighting casting shadows all around him. the way his arms were crossed as he leaned against the wooden door frame, how his biceps looked in that stupid black tshirt. the grey sweatpants. all of it.

you shook your head, taking in a soft breath, “‘s alright, didn’t know you were awake.”

“yeah, can’t sleep,” he said, “who was the guy?”

you swallowed thickly, “it was jake, the guy i told you about the other day.”

you had met jake at the bar last weekend. you had agreed to go home with him, needing a distraction from the man you shared a wall with. it was a decent fuck, actually a less than decent fuck. he was bad in bed, multiple times leaving after he had finished just to leave you get yourself off with your hands once he was gone.

you brushed a piece of hair behind your hair as your best friend stared back at you, “the bloke can’t even last ten minutes?”

his boldness shocked you, pushing it aside as you licked your lips, staying silent. he leaned off the doorway, making a step closer to you, “did he at least… get you off?”

you looked down at the floor and he sighed softly. your silence was his answer. an answer he didn’t really want to hear, but he was expecting nonetheless.

“what a joke,” he scoffed, “seriously.”

you shrugged, “it’s alright-“

“no,” he said, “because if you were mine, i’d happily spend hours between your thighs or with my fingers inside you. the fact that he can’t even spend a second doing that is absolutely ridiculous.”

you met his eyes, realizing how close the two of you had gotten in the short amount of time as you craned your neck to meet his gaze, “‘if you were mine’?”

he looked back down at you, “yeah,” he breathed softly, minty breath fanning your face, “if you were mine.”

you swallowed thickly, “what does it take? to be yours?”

he reached out to you, grabbing your chin, “you always have been,” his eyes flickering between yours and your lips, the lips he’s been craving to kiss, “it’s always been you.”

a wave of silence rushed over the two of you before you softly spoke, “lan?”

he hummed back, “hmm?”

“kiss me,” you said, “please.”

he couldn’t say no, how could he when you’re looking at him like that? pupils dilated and eyes locked on his. so he did, cupping your face into his hand as his lips met yours. he didn’t waste any time, slipping his tongue past your lips as your arms wrapped around his neck. his pressed against your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to him.

he backed up towards his room, bringing you with him. he pushed the door closed, your back up against the wooden door as he pinned you there, lips hot on your neck as he kissed at your pulse point, dragging his teeth over the skin of your collarbone.

“fuck,” you whimpered softly, all the pent up emotions spilling over as his curls tickled your face, “i guess i should tell you i heard you,”

you weren’t sure why you had chosen now of all times to come clean, but his head picked up, “heard me?”

you nodded, “a few weeks ago, i heard you getting off through the wall,” you watched as his face dared to turn red, “and i got off to it,”

he let out a soft moan, “you got off to me getting off?”

you nodded, “yeah,”

“fuck,” he mumbled against the skin of your exposed chest, “that’s so fucking hot.”

you let out a moan when his hand pushed the fabric of the robe aside, his hands finding your nipples and twisting them between the pads of his fingers. your back arched into his chest.

“lando,” you moaned and he let out a soft curse, “fuck, please,”

“don’t worry, ‘ve got you,” he said against your neck, reaching for the tie around your waist, “i got you, pretty girl.”

you let him slip the robe off you, his hands picking you up as the fell to your ass, holding you against his torso as he carried you to the bed. he plopped you against the pillows gently, climbing up between your legs as your hands moved to strip him of the black shirt. he happily let you tug it over his head, his head dipping back to your chest. his mouth took in one nipple as his hand tweaked the other, letting you moan like that before he switched it around.

your hands in his curls felt like a dream, nails softly scratching as his scalp, “fuck, been thinking about this for so long.”

you watched him hook your thighs over his shoulders, settling down at your dripping pussy. you let out a moan when he took a finger down your slit, groaning at how wet you were already for him. you found your hands in his hair again, his lips peppering kisses among the inside of your thighs.

“you’re so beautiful,” he mumbled, “it’s a wonder no one wants to see you squirm under them.”

you breathed heavily, “is that what you were thinking about? when you moaned my name the other day?”

he looked back up at you, “baby, i think about you and i doing all sorts of things.”

you licked your lips, “like?”

“like,” he said, pressing a kiss to your core. you let out a moan, covering your mouth as he spread your legs wider to give him total access to where you needed him most, “like how i’m gonna eat you out til you’re begging me to stop.”

you rolled your eyes back at his words, gasping as his tongue met your clit. you threw your head back in total bliss as he sucked and lapped at you, his hand moving up your body to play with your nipples. you were a withering mess before him, letting out another moan when he pushed a finger into you.

“yeah?” he asked, adding another in, “like that?”

you nodded, “mhm,”

“you tell me when it’s too much, okay?” he said, “wanna take care of you.”

you nodded, “okay,”

he brought his mouth back down to your pussy. he continued to eat you out as your thighs shook around his head, his fingers fucking up into you so good you were about to see stars. the feeling of your stomach tightening was the feeling you had been missing, your hands pulling on his soft strands.

“‘m close,” you moaned, “just like that - fuck,”

he smirked against you, but did as you asked. he brought you to your release, your whole body shaking under him. you moaned his name and it was like music to his ears as he sat up, pressing a kiss to your lips.

you reached for his waistband as he moaned against your neck, “need you,”

he kicked his sweatpants off, erection finally springing free and slapping his lower stomach. he moaned as your hand grabbed at him gently, taking him into your hand and giving him a few strokes.

you pushed him over, putting him on his back. he let you, watching you with blown pupils as you took him back into your hand and brought your face inches away from his dick.

“is this okay?”

“more than okay,” he breathed.

you didn’t waste anymore time after that, taking him into your mouth and pumping the part that didn’t fit with your hand. he moaned behind his hand, grabbing at your hair and turning it into a makeshift ponytail.

he watched you go down on him, mouth warm and wet and everything he imagined your pussy was going to feel like. he felt his tip hit the back of your throat and he threw his head back, your hands coming up to play with his balls. he was a goner, eyes rolled back and moans falling from his lips.

you had him right where you wanted him.

“fuck,” he panted, placing a hand on your cheek, “feels so good, but i wanna - shit - i wanna be inside you.”

you nodded, releasing him softly. he grabbed at your hips, pulling you back on top of him and you moaned as you grinded against him. his hands on your hips felt so good, softly lifting you and positioning his dick with your entrance.

“shit,” he mumbled, “did you want a condom?”

you shook your head, “i’m on the pill and i trust you.”

he nodded back at you before letting you sink onto him. you moaned together, his eyebrows furrowing and your head tilting back slightly as he stretched you out.

he gave you a second, leaning up to kiss you. you kissed him back, hands in the curls at the nape of his neck before you slowly rocked against his hips. he moaned into your mouth, hands on you again as you did it again.

you had found your pace, alternating between rocking against him and softly bouncing against him. he held you close, mouth on your tits as his hands squeezed and slapped at your ass gently.

you kissed his neck, leaving a small mark where it could be covered with a shirt. your teeth pulling at his earlobe as you moaned softly into his ear, “fuck, you’re so big,”

he moaned back at you, “and you feel fucking incredible,” his nose met yours, “don’t know if i can ever get enough now.”

you smiled softly, “i’m okay with that.”

“yeah?” he smiled, you leaning back, hands on his thighs as you rocked your hips. he snuck his hand between your bodies, rubbing at your clit, your gasp filling the air, “like my dick that much huh?”

you moaned, “not just your dick,”

he knew what you were getting at, his free hand cupping your cheek. he knew you had felt the same way as him, you didn’t have to say it out loud. it was obvious. it had been for years.

the room was quiet other than the sound of skin slapping together and your soft moans and pants. he broke the silence, “i’m so close,”

you nodded your head, “me too,”

“shit,” he grabbed at your hips and picked up the pace, fucking up into you, “come for me. come all over this dick, baby,”

you whined softly, your own fingers taking over where his had left, “lan,”

“yeah, honey,” he smiled proudly, “who’s making you feel this good?”

“you,” you whimpered, you were so so close, “only you.”

“that’s right, babygirl,” he felt you clenching around him, sending his head tilting back, “oh fuck,”

your body shook with your second orgasm, a moan leaving your lips when he pulled out of you, fisting his dick as he came onto his stomach. you laid down next to him, catching your breath as he tried to even his own breathing.

“i’ll be right back,” he softly pressed a kiss to your temple and you nodded, smiling at him sleepily as he ventured off into his connected bathroom. you closed your eyes, feeling content as you heard the water running at the sink. he came back into his bedroom, tugging on his sweatpants before kneeling back onto the bed and tapping at your thighs, “c’mere,”

you complied, smiling as he wiped the warm cloth against you, cleaning you up, “want a shirt?”

you nodded and he tossed the wash cloth and shirt he had on earlier into his dirty clothes hamper. he rummaged through his closet, finding your favorite shirt of his. he came back to the mattress, “your favorite.”

you smiled and hummed as he helped you into it, smiling when your head reappeared through the hole, “thanks,”

he nodded, this time getting comfortable next to you. he picked up the tv remote, wrapping an arm around you as he pulled you into his chest. your ear listening in on his heart and how fast it was still beating.

he scrolled through netflix, looking for something stupid to watch because he knew you would be asleep shortly. he could tell with the way your eyes were glossed over and the soft yawn you tried to hide into your arm. he turned on a show you both had seen a million times. your head tilted back to look back at him.

he met your eyes and smiled, brushing a piece of hair from your face, “breakfast in the morning?”

you nodded, leaning up and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, “only if i can get the blueberry waffles,”

he laughed, smiling against your lips, “you can get whatever you want, love.”

you smiled and kissed him again, drowning in everything lando. he held you close to him, pressing kisses to your cheek when the kiss got broken because of how big your smile was.

“whatever i want, hmm?”

he met your eyes, a knowing smile on his face as he tilted your chin to look at him, “say the word and it’s yours.”

you licked your lips, “i think you owe me a date first.”

“the go on a date with me,” he said, “tomorrow, that little Italian place you like.”

you hummed, smiling up at him again, “it’s a date.”

2K notes · View notes

mrrharper · 22 days

Text

Mandatory PE Class

Markus walked through the university campus, his face clearly showing his annoyance at the situation he was going through. His school decided to "promote physical activity among the student body", and by "promote" they meant a mandatory Physical Education class every junior had to go through. And Marcus was not happy about it.

Marcus was an introvert - he didn't particularly enjoy parties, going to bars, or other typical college activities. He spent his time reading, researching and weightlifting. This might seem weird for a "nerd", but whenever Marcus put on his noise-canceling headphones and grabbed the bar with 100 or so pounds on it, he felt like he could finally relax.

But even though Marcus enjoyed going to the gym, he enjoyed it when he was there alone - no one with him, the amount of people in the gym at a minimum. These were the perfect conditions for him. This class would not be it. He would have to deal with God knows how many people, plus most likely some smart ass coach, who thinks he's the next Arnold Schwarzenegger.

The university gave him a choice of what he wanted to do during the class and Marcus chose weight training, hoping he would be left alone and allowed to just follow his usual routine without any interruptions.

Marcus arrived at the athletics department's building and after wandering through its corridors he found his way to Weight Room C09. He knocked and heard a booming voice invite him inside. He opened the door and walked into a smallish locker room, where a few guys were getting ready and another man, clearly older than the others, stood on the side and waited. That was probably the coach.

"Marcus, right?" the supposed coach walked up to Marcus. "I'm Assistant Coach Baker and I'll be leading your group this semester." He extended his hand and Marcus shook it reluctantly. He quickly turned around and began changing into his gym gear.

Once everyone was ready (and there weren't many people in Marcus' group - only 6 guys) the group led by Coach Baker moved to the weight room proper. Marcus wanted to walk up to Baker and ask him if he could just do his own routine, but before he had mustered up the courage to do this Baker began warming up and expected the rest to do the same. Marcus rolled his eyes and sighed, before joining the group.

The next hour passed slowly. Baker had the group do a fairly quick and lite set of exercises, lite for Marcus at least. After the class had ended everyone was getting out of their sweaty shirts in the locker room. Marcus put his gear in his backpack and as the rest of the students began leaving the room, he walked up to Coach Baker.

"Sir, could I make a certain request?" He asked, a bit shy.

"Oh, Marcus, yeah? I also wanna talk with you about something. But go on." He wanted to talk with Marcus about something? That didn't sound great. He stood silent for a moment.

"So..." Baker looked at Marcus, his eyebrow raised.

"Oh yeah. So... I was wondering... I, I go to the gym quite often, and have for a few years now... and so I thought... Would it be a problem if during these PE classes I... I just followed my usual routine and you, you just did what you have planned with the rest?"

Coach smiled as he listened. Marcus wasn't sure if this was a good or a bad thing.

"Well, Marcus, I'm glad you see the importance of exercise. But I don't want no divisions in my group, you understand. I want to work with all of you, show something to everyone. Although, because you asked, I'll be sure to adjust the exercises for your level." Marcus nodded, although he wasn't really happy with Baker's response. "And while we're talking, I wanted to ask you something - would you be interested in trying out for our football team?"

This took Marcus by surprise. The football team? Where did that idea come from? He was not about to join a group of brain dead jocks.

"What?" he simply asked, confused.

"Well, I have noticed your strength during our hour together. And I think you would do great on the gridiron." Baker put his hand on Marcus' shoulder. Marcus did not like that.

"Wel, uhm... thank you for the proposition, but... no, I'm, I don't think I would fit in."

"Are you sure? I could help you fit in just right." Baker grinned again.

"Yeah... I'm sure... Mr. Baker" Marcus stood there and avoided eye contact with the older man.

"Call me Coach" Baker laughed. "If you're sure... well, I ain't gonna force ya. Now go, I'll see you next week."

As Marcus left the building he sighed. This was going to be an exhausting semester.

Reality turned out weirder than he expected.

As the months progressed Marcus attended every PE class, his annoyance with Baker's refusal to just let him do what he wanted not strong enough to risk messing with his attendance. Baker meanwhile stuck to his word, and for the most part Marcus was doing what the rest of the group was doing.

Although... this wasn't the whole truth. Because even though Marcus wasn't allowed to do his own thing, while doing the exercises Baker would come up to him and ask him to change something about the movements, add more weight, do another variant of the exercise. So even though he was working with the group, he did get the chance to do way more challenging things.

Baker himself was weirdly invested, at least that's how it seemed to Marcus. He very much got into that role of the supportive coach, he stood next to Marcus, counted his reps, motivated him to "just push further". Marcus found that strange, but didn't want to get into any kind of argument with the coach, so he just went along with this.

As the semester came to an end Marcus also had to admit he got something out of these classes. The exercises Baker had him do were pushing his limits, and he did adjust his normal gym routine to include stuff he learnt from him As he looked in the mirror, standing in his room on the day of the last class before the end of the semester he had to admit he was bigger than 5 months prior.

The last class came and went pretty uneventfully. Marcus beat his PB on the bench by 10 pounds and after an hour he came back to the locker room sweaty and gross. Baker thanked all the guys for coming, asked them to continue going to the gym and said goodbye.

As Marcus got ready to leave the locker room Baker looked at him and said "See you at practice, 90" and went back to the weight room. Marcus had no idea what that meant, but the class was over so he just shrugged and left.

Marcus entered his dorm room and sat behind his desk. He had some work to do on a paper he wanted to submit next week. He opened his laptop and quickly got to work. After a while he needed something to drink so he stood up and walked up to his mini fridge. There he noticed a mug standing on top of it. It was a cup branded with the logo of the Lions, his university's football team.

This was weird, as Marcus did not recall ever getting any merchandise like that. Maybe someone left it here by mistake, Marcus didn't know. But it seemed it was the only clean mug he had, so he quickly poured soda into it and went back to his laptop.

He got into the flow of writing and research pretty quickly. Then, around half an hour later, he was surprised by a notification from some group chat. 10 unread messages from "jungle kingssss 💪". What the hell was that? Marcus was sure he never joined such a conversation. Maybe it was some new kind of scam.

The notifications just kept coming, and at one point instead of deleting it Marcus clicked on it and a chat window appeared.

nah bruh, ya slayed that bitch well dude - steroidss#96

dude concentrate ffs - big dog jake#7

stfu bros where the fuck is tron where ya need him - mike chief#53

hes jerkin of or meal preppin bro, ya know that - steroidss#96

Marcus looked at the chat, even though he had no idea what he was looking at. It seemed he somehow had access to a group chat of some random meatheads. Although the numbers from their nicknames were tickling something at the back of his head, somehow.

if hes jerkin his fat dick ill kick his fat ass, we have state to fuckin beat - big dog jake#7

State? What does it mean they have to beat-- oh yeah, the Lions' next game is against Ohio State.

Wait.

What does that we mean in "we have state to beat"?

How did he know the Lions' schedule?

Marcus felt his head spin a little. Was he sick? He looked at the screen again and suddenly a new message appeared.

am not fuckin jerkin off you piece of shit, got fuckin dumbass school to take care of you idiots - tron's big dick#90

Marcus looked down. His fingers were still touching the keys. HE WROTE THAT!

And that we... It meant the football team! Marcus was reading the football team's group conversation. How the fuck did this happen?!

dunno why i even bother wit any of your stupid fat asses you fuckin shits - tron's big dick#90

Marcus jumped out of the chair. He did it again! His fingers were betraying him. He shut the laptop down and opened the window. Maybe he had to breathe in some fresh air. Was he hallucinating? Was this some infection? What was happening to him?!

He sat on his bed and breathed in, then out. In and out, in and out. In and out. In and out-- was he drooling!? Marcus wiped the drool from his face. It was getting late and he decided it would be beneficial to go to bed early. He turned around to get to his bed only to notice a sweaty hoodie with badly cut-off sleeves. It had the Lions' logo on the front and the number 90 on the back.

This was not happening.

This was just a dream.

Marcus told himself that repeatedly as he got into his PJs. He checked if his laptop was turned off and laid on his bed. He could swear he could feel a faint smell of sweat and... cum? But this didn't stop him from quickly falling asleep.

Marcus was dragged out of sleep by his alarm clock. He slowly got his body into an upright position, then began going through his usual morning routine.

He made himself a protein shake with added creatine.

He ate the oatmeal and eggs he always had for breakfast.

He put on the sweaty shirt from two days ago. It was fine, no one would notice. And he looked hot in it anyways.

He sent a message on the group chat.

you bitches ready to get dominated n pushed into the grass by my fat dick - tron's big dick#90

He got his gear ready and put his duffel bag on his shoulder.

the faggot of the team has spoken everybody - hall/of/glory#38

Marcus walked through the campus. He let out a dumb chuckle as he read the message. Jalen was the best.

not everyone can slay pussy like tron, bitch - tron's big dick#90

He entered the building and walked towards the locker room-- Marcus suddenly stopped and looked around.

Where was he?

He didn't remember waking up.

He didn't remember dressing up.

He didn't remember coming here.

Where was he?

As he tried to understand what the fuck was going on Assistant Coach Baker appeared, walking through the corridor, coming towards him.

"You know why you're here, Marcus?"

"No!" Marcus shouted, surprising himself, but not Baker.

"As I thought. Follow me" the older man waved at him and Marcus instinctively followed his lead. They walked through the football wing of the athletics department until they reached a door. Locker Room L01.

They both entered - Baker first, Marcus second - and Coach pointed to an open locker. Marcus walked up to it and looked inside.

Jersey. Number 90. Schoeder. His name.

Shoulder pads.

Cleats.

Condoms.

Gym gear.

It all reeked of sweat.

So fuckin' musky.

Huhuhuhuh, a proper jock's smell, bro

bro

bruh

WHAT!?

Coach came up to Marcus and looked him in the eyes.

"Do you know why you're here, 90?"

Marcus opened his mouth and tried to answer. But no words came out.

Coach grinned and took a sweaty Under Armour shirt from his locker. He then put the shirt up to his nostrils.

Marcus automatically inhaled and a fog descended over his mind. He took a few more sniffs. So sweaty, so musky. A fuckin' football jock's smell. A stupid grin appeared on his face, drool began flowing from his mouth. Bruh, that was so fuckin' good bro.

"Sick bro..." Tron drawled and put his arms into a double bicep pose. Coach Baker just smiled and took back the shirt before throwing it into the locker.

"Now, 90, put on the gear. I've trained a new defensive end for 5 months. Let's see it it was worth the hassle." He patted Tron on the back before barking at him. "Main field in 2 minutes or you won't be able to walk for a week, 90!"

"Huhuhuhuh" Tron responded with a dumb chuckle. "Yeah, Coach. No worries, dude."

He then quickly got ready and ran out onto the field.

whos ready for a fuckin beatin - tron's big dick#90

#nerd to jock tf #personality change #football jock #jock tf #jock

676 notes · View notes

lost-and-ephemeral · 1 month

Note

helloooo, can i req cuddling with love and deepspace boys? :))

Imagine: Loving Embrace (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader (seperate)

Tags: pure fluff

A/N: i'm still feeling pretty bad mentally because too many things happened and i'm no longer taking antidepressants, but this little cute request was hard to resist ♡ I decided to focus on different situations instead of writing simple hcs for cuddles

-`♡´- MASTERLIST -`♡´-

Rafayel: Cuddles for Inspiration

"Come here, I can't find my inspiration without you."

At least that's what Rafayel always says when he can't find the right balance between painting and wanting to spend time with you. So why not combine both!

Yes, he's covered in paint and, yes, its smell completely soaked his clothes, but you never say no to him. How could anyone resist his cute pouty face when he's asking for something like this?

The moment Rafayel pulls you by the waist and sits you on his lap, be prepared to spend a very, very long time like this. Especially if he's really inspired by your closeness.

And he just can't let go of his muse in the middle of the creative process, right?

Rafayel holds you firmly but gently by your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. His eyes are either closed as he thinks about something or focused on the canvas.

Sometimes his fingers draw invisible abstract shapes on your waist. He does it instinctively, without thinking. Or he plays with your own fingers while he draws details with his other hand.

"See? Without you, this painting wouldn't be complete."

Zayne: Cuddles for Productivity

"I need some cuddles to promote the production of oxytocin."

Zayne… Always remains Zayne, covering up his own desire to be closer to you with various medical terms and researches. It is cute in it's own way, actually.

He loves it when you hold him in your arms and he can completely relax for a while, resting his head on your chest and listening to your heartbeat. He'll definetely call it a way to check your heath too.

Zayne loves to cuddle before or after work most of the time, but he won't refuse to be there for you during his break at work.

He needs to find the energy to keep working, after all.

He probably prefers to keep quiet during yor cuddling session, but if you want to tell him something, go ahead, Zayne won't say a word against it.

In fact, he even enjoys hearing your stories. Just make sure they don't contain things about your work that might alarm him. Otherwise, he might go back into strict doctor mode. But it's still only because of his love and care for you.

"Have you heard that hugs or any other show of affection can have health benefits, including reducing fear, stress, and pain? So it is good for both of us."

Xavier: Cuddles for Sleep

"My internal battery is completely drained."

And with these words Xavier will make himself comfortable in your arms while you're lying on the couch or bed and scrolling on social media.

And that's not even a joke, he's actually completely exhausted after spending the last couple days on missions without proper rest. You know Xavier, he either works non-stop or goes into hibernation after that. It'll take some time to change his habits.

In this state, he's more like a big plush toy, and you can do whatever you want with him. But the best idea is to play with his hair. This action always relaxes him.

After all, only in your hands he can find such a desired comfort.

Xavier will tell you about how his last mission went while you cuddle. Well, he will try to do it before sleep finally consumes him. And you'll be able to hear perfectly how his voice grows quieter and quieter with each word.

He's so cute when he's sleepy, isn't he? You can even tell him that to get a quiet chuckle in return. Xavier doesn't mind your little teasing.

"It's so warm in your arms, I swear I… I can't stay awake anymore…"

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

470 notes · View notes

becstxr · 1 month

Text

Foreseen future || 1

Of all things to happen in your life, being sold to the two harbingers of whom you sought as most feared. The Regrator and The Doctor. Being blind didn't help much you didn't know what was happening until you heard the voices of the two harbingers. (You use elemental energy to see, your a form of abyssal demon so you don't use a vision and have powers similar to Dain's.)

"Dear Regrator, why must you take my funds to buy such things. My research is far more important then some street rat whose blind. even if she is quite a mythical Beauty... unless you brought her for my experiments..?" His voice had the distasteful husk in it, one that made you feel like your flesh was being singed from the bone. The Regrator, growled lightly filled with distaste as to what his 'business' companion was trying to suggest. "Such a captivating being is not for such things Doctor..." The Regrator's voice was so much nicer to listen too in comparison to The Doctors, his voice was smooth and velvety and gave off the feeling of wind when the temperature is at the perfect level, making you feel like your floating. The two, turned their backs to me and started whispering most likely thinking I couldn't hear them, I could and it only scared me more. "Do you not know the joys of owning such beauty's as her? No one else gets to look at her, no one else gets to touch her, she all ours my beloved Dottore. Our~ little~ pet~." Hearing that last word made me feel like a thousand Rifthounds where chewing on my intestines. "...Well... maybe it won't be that bad... may I at least do little harmless experiments? like giving her aphrodisiac's?" His voice sounded humored and it didn't help that knawing felling in my tummy. Tears swelled in my eyes behind the bandages that covered my eyes, and my breath turned ragged catching the attention of the two harbingers. "oh no no no my princess~" The whine The regrator let out just sounded plain degrading, as he quickly walked over and cupped my cheeks. "We won't hurt you~ no no no~ We're simply going to look after you! We'll feed you, clothe you, bath you, pleasure you~ Your our little angle~ we could never hurt you!" his voice was strangely calming and it did infact get me to stop crying, it made me quite sleepy too infact. "Such a Good girl Princess~ How about we give you a little treat? hmm? We'll give you a nice warm bath, wash your hair, give you a Special~ massage, feed you, put you in a nice little dress to sleep in and cuddle you to sleep. doesn't that sound nice? It does doesn't it Princess~." I nodded my head obediently as he pulled me closer lifting me up and carrying me out of what I guessed to be his office, The Doctor followed suit a strangely comforting smile on his face. By the fact that they took me outside to what looked to be a horse carriage I assumed that he didn't live in the Tsaritsa's palace. The Regrator put me down infront of the carriage, making sure the Doctor was right behind me incase I tried to run. The Regrator got into the carriage before holding out his hand for me to hold, I did such and he pulled me into the carriage before sitting me on his lap. The Doctor got in immediately after and the two started talking about funds and upcoming events, it took about an hour before the carriage stopped and the Doctor smirked getting out.

The Regrator let me out first before following suit, the Doctor held my waist from one side and the Regrator held the small of my back from the other. They brought me inside to see a line of maids and butlers at the ready, they took the harbingers coats before the two led me up some stairs down a really long hallway through a large large room down a long walk in robe and into a very very big bathroom. the bath was already made with rose petals, perfumes, bubbles and bath salts. The harbingers started to undress as I stared at the huge bath confused, once bare the Regrator got in staring at me while the Doctor started to undress me. Once I felt the cold air hit my bare nipples I immediately covered myself much to the harbingers dismay. Once bare Dottore placed me gently on The Regrator's lap before getting in himself, The Doctor removed the bandages from my eyes and started washing my face careful as to not hurt my eyes. The Regrator began to talk as e carefully massaged shampoo into my hair. "You don't know out names do you princess? nawww~ too bad we wont give you those~ You can only use Mommy~ and Daddy~ okay?" I nodded my head obediently waiting for them to finish washing my body, they finished scrubbing me with soap an hour or so later. "There you go all nice and clean!" Mommy (Pantalone) said rubbing my waist with his thumb.

"Oh but we missed a place didn't we~?" Daddy (Dottore) said gently sliding his hands up between my thigh's. "We have to prepare our little Girl for her Special~ massage don't we?" Daddy's hands reached me before he started rubbing something that made me feel really good, i started making little noises that i had never heard before. "Naww isn't she so cute Mommy?" "Very, but could we speed this up a little bit?" Mommy spoke so nicely as she shoved two of her fingers in me, causing me to let out a loud whine. "There you go!" Mommy said in a laugh. Daddy started kissing me and mommy started sucking on my neck both continuing their actions. "M-Momahhh~ dahaady~! it feel- ahung~ w-weird~ innnn~ tummahh~" Mommy and Daddy just moved faster making little grunts. My tummy felt weird and then some form of relief happened and it felt like a knot burst. "aahuugnnsshh!!" I yelled out falling onto Mommy's chest more. "awww are you all tired from that? poor mommy and I would like some pleasure too though? can you handle that?" Daddy said in a whiney voice, I looked up at him through half lidded eyes before nodding my head.

Daddy laid me face down on Mommy's chest on the bed, he was standing off the bed and Mommy and I's legs where hanging off the bed. "This will feel weird too princess, so just take it for us okay~?" I nodded my head before I felt two big things get shoved into me, shooting a shot of pleasure up my spine. "ahhunggha~ uhng- ungh- ungah- ah- ah- ang- angh- hangh- hangh-" The sounds i made where funny but mommy and daddy liked them. "you make such nice noises princess~" Mommy said lightly panting, daddy started pinching my nipples and mommy started squishing my hips. Mommy and Daddy started moving faster making me make more, louder noises. "Thats it babygirl~ you can do it! your aloud to cum!" Daddy spoke ramming into me. The knot in my tummy started to snap when they stopped moving causing me to unknowingly whine. "your aloud too but we wont give it to you princess~" Mommy said before they stared moving again, they did it till I was on the verge of passing out and then finally let me cum as they came inside at the same time. I was to tired to move the last this i remembered was; "Mommy and Daddy will be here when you wake up don't worry sweetheart~"

Erm so Pantalone has a Mommy kink and dottore has a Daddy kink. and I need requests bc idk what to write about. so- yeah- and if you want to make regular requests just pick an emoji and ask to be that anon I'll literally write abt anthing.

#dottore genshin #dottore x reader #dottore x you #il dottore #dottore #dottore headcanons #fatui #fatui x reader #genshin imagines #pantalone genshin #pantalone x reader #pantalone #genshin smut #smut #fem reader #female reader #reader insert #genshin impact #genshin x reader

48 notes · View notes

sh1-n0bu · 1 year

Note

May i ask a one shot with Tighnari? If u want can u do a fem reader who pretend to be dumb so him can teach her? <3 extra fuffly pls

✿ 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙮, 𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙯𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 ✿

characters: tighnari x fem!reader

warnings: reader being a little shit and just tooth rotting fluff, tig-tig might be a bit ooc

notes: asked and you shall recieve😌i’m sorry if it took too long but i still haven’t lost my 50/50 to tighnari rn so i needed to do some research to try and grasp his personality

hope this is to your liking😚 nobu out🫡

the rainforest of sumeru is a beautiful place. wild animals, all sorts of flowers and fauna with many different kinds of crystalflies and fireflies appearing at night to add more life to the forest. it was a breathtaking sight indeed. but to you, nothing could ever hold a candle to the green fennec fox hybrid scolding you right now.

“-and the sumeru rose can also be-hey! hey! are you listening!!” snapping his fingers in front of you repeatedly while his fluffy tail swished from side to side behind him, it seems like your daydreaming was cut short for now.

“oh yeah! sorry tig-tig! hehe~” pinching the bridge of your nose, tighnari continued to scold you about how he has already taught you about the medical values of every common sumeru flowers far too many times by now.

the forest ranger already knows of how you’re one of the best graduates from the akademiya yet you can’t seem to memorize things in a long term. maybe you have short term memory loss? or is it another kind of rare disease that’s affecting you? if so he better find out what it is and the cure quickly!

while tighnari was busy worrying over your condition, you were scheming with collei about how to confess to him. of course confessing with chocolates and treats was a common practice but then again tighnari was a fox hybrid so maybe you should kill him another time after confessing. maybe a hand made small souvenir would work? he makes small bracelets and necklaces by hand so he seems to enjoy it. ah how stressful!

“maybe a pot of flowers would work? after all master tighnari may not look like it but he really enjoys growing his own little flowers! one time i even heard him baby talking to one of his potted padisaras with baby talk!” noticing your stress, collei recalled a funny moment in hopes of cheering you up and to at least give you an idea. and it seemed to work.

“collei! what is tig-tig’s favorite flower?” the sudden shift of your mood was a bit scary for the trainee not gonna lie. shaking off the sudden shock, collei gave you a solid answer. niloptala lotus. well shit.

and so after days of waiting for the perfect moment, searching for the perfect spot and flowers, you’ve finally got it. niloptala lotus that bloomed at night by the caresses of the full moon.

walking to the front door of the forest ranger’s little hut has always brought you giddiness but now it just fills you with dread. what if it isn’t his favorite flower? what if he gets angry that you woke him up? is he even awake? maybe this was a bad idea.

before you could even calm the racing thoughts in your mind, you collided with something. oh shoot, just the person you were thinking of.

“oh [name]? what see you doing up so late? you should be sleeping, it’s bad for your health” always the mom friend, fretting over others even when he should be looking out for himself as well. when tighnari saw the pot of flower in your hand, you can easily see his tail start swishing from side to side behind him. before he could ask you anything, you handed him the pot of plant.

“ahem just listen to what i have to say. please?” after having his confirmed nod you began to pour your heart out.

how through all these times, you always knew of the lessons he was teaching you but always listened closely because it was him who was teaching it. how you always knew the answer whenever he asked you a question but played dumb so you can listen to his voice. how the small little acts of him getting angry and pinching your nose or flicking your forehead was endearing. how you always loved being with him but just couldn’t have the heart to say so.

and through it all tighnari listened. he listened and suddenly everything was so clear.

when you finished your confession, that you may or may not have practiced a bit too many times, you felt a hand gently tug you down and a soft kiss against your forehead. your eyes probably looked like they were about to pop out because tighnari was laughing.

“you dummy, ditzy [name]”

—

bonus:

“sooo does this mean you love me too tig-tig?”

“sigh fennec foxes mate for life [name]”

“…oh”

#nobu.writes #genshin x reader #genshin x female reader #tighnari x reader #genshin tighnari x reader #tighnari x reader fluff #genshin impact x reader fluff #x fem!reader #x female reader #nobu out🫡#no beta we die like rex lapis

440 notes · View notes

samwise1548 · 7 months

Text

[ID: A screenshot from user @linellin that reads "Would you be willing to say more about what happened, since it went over my head?" \End ID]

In reference to this post.

The main thing is what happened in 2021, when the Penumbra Podcast crew hired an artist to promote their new season, but the depictions of the characters were racist stereotypes. This is not the first time they hired this artist and not the first time the fans spoke up about how they felt hurt by it. Specifically poc fans. One of the creators of tpp even acted a bit irrationally and made a thread about the fans being unnecessarily upset, trying to shift blame onto the fandom. It brought more attention to the problem than was warranted. They haven't apologized about it (to my knowledge) but the thread has been deleted since then. This also happened around the time the BLM movement was gaining attention.

It took a while after, but the Penumbra crew eventually took down the depictions and posted an apology on their website. It's not anything special. "We heard you, we listened, it wasn't our intention-" yadda yadda yadda. BUT! They didn't do anything beyond that. They continue to not really showcase poc va's in their show (at least up to the point I stopped listening. don't know anything after like beginning of s3, and my research has come up short). Their reasoning being that race isn't seen negatively in the Juno-verse, but that's just the same as saying don't see color". I remember a lot of black fans got upset with all of this. Their argument was that Juno isn't a story about race. But you can't separate queer issues or classism or any of the other big themes in Juno Steel from racial issues in the real world. It felt like we were being neglected in this universe and the things many queer poc fans are actually facing were being avoided in fiction spaces yet again.

Where I was on social media, previous Penumbra fans told everyone to stop listening and boycott the show. I don't know if this was the right move in retrospect, especially since it didn't do anything. But I was younger and couldn't think for myself, so I followed the crowd. At this point in my own life l've left tpp behind for so long that I don't really care to start listening again anyways. Especially since there are so many podcasts out there that I enjoy more and actually do amplify poc voices.

NOTE: Everything I've said here is mainly from my loose recollection and a bit of fact checking here and there. To be honest I wasn't too invested in the issue when it was happening so I didn't pay too close attention. Take everything I've said here with a grain of salt, just in case. And do your own research on this if you want to know more. I'm sure there's stuff l've forgotten to say.

And if anyone who knows more or is keeping up with tpp wants to say something, please feel free to add onto this post.

#sorry for the long post but its a big issue #im a brown person so some of the issues raised i could understand #but mostly this hit hardest with black fans whos representation came as harmful stereotypes in the art and in the podcast itself #i hope this was helpful #the penumbra podcast #the penumbra pod #penumbra pod #penumbra podcast #tpp #juno steel #please add on if you know more

31 notes · View notes

bombsonboard · 2 years

Text

the day after yesterday (teaser)

summary: Time travel is volatile and destructive. And then sometimes it lands you in just the right place at the perfect time. Usually it’s both. You decide.

pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

word count: 1.3k

tags: nausea, passing out, time travel is tricky, 40s Bucky is his own warning

A/N: Hey Guys! It’s been a hot second lol. Planning on this being a full fic and this isn't even all of chapter one, but it won’t be fully out for a while as I plan to write it all and then release weekly, so hold on tight cos it’s gonna be a while. (This also is probably not the final version but u guys deserve it)

“I should’ve asked you if this was safe, huh?”

“Listen, just keep communications open and I’ll guide you through it, it's a piece of cake, really.” The glass wall between yourself and a smiling Scott Lang did little to reinforce his encouragement.

“I heard you turned into a baby-”

“That- that was a test run.” His voice nervously crackles through the speaker.

“You turned into a baby?” Hope Van Dyne returns with coffees for the pair.

“I will not tell you about that later.”

Failing to shake out the tension in your muscles, you conclude that it's not tension at all but just fear trying to freeze your body in place. Fear was never really a warning to you, though, more of an inconvenience to actually living an interesting life, at least that is what you told yourself.

All of the research you had done to get here, the words that flooded through your brain, underlined in red, were thrown out of the window, torn up and gone up with a nuclear bomb. This was diving in at the deep end, to the fullest extent. Who needed particle physics now?

Scott presses down the button for the microphone one last time “Ready?”

“Piece of cake.” You show him the least confident thumbs up known to man.

“Launching in 3, 2, 1-”

Time travel isn’t as fun as it looks in the movies, turns out. It’s nausea-fueled, jumping out of a plane and falling upwards, sideways and inside out. Having time to process you were small enough to pass through atoms was out of the question, you needed to focus. What were the directions he gave you again? Was it two lefts then a right, or three?

“Scott?” You speak into your wrist. “Which way am I going?”

“It’s uh- hang on, Hope-” Something started to go wrong, his voice began to fizzle and snap in your ear, only able to catch “fifty” and “cake!”

“I didn’t get that, Scott?”

Only a distant crackle replied.

“Scott! This isn’t funny!”

Silence

“Lang!”

The twisted vortex was blasting past you at a million miles a second and zero sense of navigation was precisely what you didn't need.

“Shit, shit, shit.”

Plan A wasn’t happening and plans B through Z didn’t exist, a clear oversight on your part, so it was time for plan ‘I don't know what the shit I’m going to do.’ So, you closed your eyes, threw yourself into the next tunnel, and prayed to anyone that could possibly hear you that the fabric of space and time could handle a little mishap.

No one tells you how much crash landing actually sucks, one minute you’re upside down and weightless and the next, you’re face down in someones discarded trash and aching all over, feeling like you've just been flung off the empire state. As your suit disappears in favour of casual clothes, the groan that emerges from the depths of your throat must sound like some mangled stray because as soon as you make a sound:

“Hey, is there a cat in there?”

You go still, not only did you not want to be seen so time could resume its uninterrupted passing but to be found in a dumpster? That’s just a bit embarrassing.

“Here kitty, kitty…” The sound of a grown man making ‘pspsps’ noises makes you cringe a little, being mistaken for a cat was as demeaning as you might imagine and half of you wanted to burst out and give the man the fright of his life and stern talking to. But sense kept you still.

After a bout of silence, you assume the stranger has passed on with better things to worry about then a ‘cat’ in a dumpster. Crouching in your mess, you fish out the useless earpiece and glare, as if your irritation would force it to suddenly start working.

“Stupid little government issued-”

“Hey-Who’s in there?”

You freeze again, bracing your hands against the sides of the dumpster.

“I’m not going to hurt you, c’mon”

“Convincing” You scoff before clapping your hand over your mouth a bit too violently and losing any footing you had before.

You yelp as you land on your back, staring helplessly at the sky from the dumpster, the sun beaming in your eyes. Miraculously, shade appears over you in the form of a smiling face.

“You’re not a cat.” He pulls himself up a little further “You alright?”

The sudden concern makes you want to laugh, but a wave of nausea stops you.

“I’m fantastic, thanks” You groan.

“What are you doing in-”

“What year is this?” You ask quickly, rubbing your eyes as the dizziness starts to fade.

“What year?” He asks, baffled, after a pause, he answers “It’s 1943. You sure you’re okay?”

“What.” That had woken you up. Fumbling, you grabbed onto the side of the dumpster and pulled yourself up “No, that can't be right I didn’t-”

Then you saw his face.

“I fucked up.”

Inches from your face, staring back at you was The Winter Soldier. Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes. Right there in front of you. But, different, younger, you could’ve sworn there was a literal fucking twinkle in his eye. After a short pause, he draws his face back from your stunned expression in amused confusion and lands back down on the ground.

“You gonna get out now?”

It was a strange sensation, meeting someone you knew in the future, in the past. Well, you didn't really know him, more like you once stood in the same room. All the same, it was disorientating and your re-emerging headache wasn't helping.

Stuck, you search your brain for a way out, but you were cornered, literally “I’m gonna…”

“Look, just get out so you can sort out whatever crisis I assume you’re having” He offers up his hand and you can do nothing but stare at his flesh that wasn’t metal yet. A thousand possibilities ran through your head of what could happen if you took his hand, most of them ending with the space-time continuum collapsing. But, something was telling you it was just a hand.

Tapping against the metal, he startles you into sliding your hand into his and you climb over the side, almost falling over again if it wasn't for the hesitant hand on your waist that disappears as quickly as it comes.

“Ma said it was gonna be a strange day.” He mumbles under his breath and sighs “Always right.”

“I’m gonna go-” You don't want to screw up any more events of the timeline so you go to make a break for it but he's a quick hand, grabbing you by the forearm.

You winced out of instinct, he was still a super soldier to you, with ninety years of breaking skulls behind him. You hated thinking it but it was hard to see him as something else. Something before.

His brows furrow at your reaction. “M’am, do you need a hospital?”

“No!” You exclaim that would lead to even more consequences, records where there shouldn't be “No. No hospitals” You shook your head, “I’m fine anyway!”

You forced a smile and he doesn't look impressed.

“You didn't know what year it was.”

“A momentary lapse!”

“Look, I won't take you to a hospital, okay? But for my own peace of mind let me take you to my ma and she’ll check you over, and then you can call someone”

“Oh no, no I can’t” He’s still not letting you go. “Really its, I’m-” The dizziness comes back like a tidal wave, you hope the ground isn’t as hard as it looks.

“I’m not taking no for an answer, sweetheart, just- ”

"Don't call me sweetheart-" Your eyes roll back and everything goes black.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n #marvel imagine #bucky x reader #Clara writes

159 notes · View notes

6mommymilkers9 · 2 years

Note

Could I request for headcanons of TMNT 2014 turtles heard their usually sweet crush GN Reader singing Wolf in A Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off?

Oooh! I remember this song from middle school. Brings back memories. I hope you enjoy! Remember requests are open!!

TMNT Bayverse! Turtles hearing GN! Reader sing to a different type of music

Raphael

• Oh god where do I start. You and Raphael were an unlikely pair to begin with. The terrapin knew there was something more about you other than your sweet nature.

• “Baa baa, black sheep, have you any soul? No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals? Jack be nimble, Jack be quick. Jill's a little whore, and her alibis are dirty tricks.” You sang, a singular earbud in, hearing yourself with your free ear.

• Raphael was a bit surprised, but it had only proved his theory there was more to you then any one knew. “I fucking knew it.” Swiping a thumb over his lower lip, walking over to you. “What’s a pretty thing like you listening to such things like that.” He chuckled, noticing your embarrassment.

• Embarrassed was the least you were, in fact, you were more scared than anything. Your boyfriend scaring the hell out of you. “Raph! God- you scared the crap outta me!” You huffed, crossing your arms, turning to face the turtle. “And uh- you know I can have other interests.”

• Raphael couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the human in front of him, taking the earbud, putting it in his own ear. “It’s not half bad.” He muttered, watching you try to jump to get your earbud. “Hey! That’s mine!” “Sorry sweet cheeks, but I think I’m going explore this side of you a little longer.”

Donatello

• When he had first heard your music, he let you be. If it was your interest, he wouldn’t push on it. Though he did do some research, hearing a few lyrics from one of your songs. “Hmmm.” Pushing his glasses up, light reflecting against the lens.

• “Are you depressed?” Donatello asked, hearing you come into the lab, door shutting behind you. “Huh?” “According to my calculations and something searching. A certain type of people listen to what you’ve got playing right now.” Pointing to your earbud, barley able to feel the sound waves buzzing through, to which you were currently mumbling to.

• With a blanketed face of realization, you started to giggle. “No no Donnie. Here, listen.” Taking out your earbud, putting it into Donatellos own. You sink your teeth into the people you depend on. Infecting everyone, you're quite the problem

• The terrapins face was mostly unreadable, but after a moment he seemed to enjoy it. “My music has meanings hidden in them, I like to explore music as a whole Donnie. I’m not depressed. It helps me relax or get lost in my thoughts.” You explained. Nodding the purple turtle handed back your earbud.

• “Oh- uh sorry Y/n. Maybe you can send me a few links?” He asked, gesturing to your phone. “Actually I have another plan in mind.” Getting comfortable in his lap, you started to make a playlist on his computer, hooking it up to his speakers. As soon as you hit play, that was probably the loudest the lab had ever been.

Leonardo

• Leonardo wasn’t one to really judge anyone based on their interests so when he heard you singing to yourself in his room, he more curious than anything. “What’re you listening to hun?”

• Jumping at the terrapins voice, you threw your earbud on the bed, looking up. “Oh Leo. It’s just you.” Clutching your chest, taking in some deep breaths. “For the love of god please knock.”

• An amused smirk scribbled on his face, his sat on the edge of his bed, making it squeak. “It is my room Y/n.” He pointed out, looking down at the earbud, picking it up between his green fingers. “What is this?”

•Eyeing your boyfriend, you crawled over. “It’s called ‘Wolf in Sheep’s Clothing’. Give it a listen.”. Popping the earbud in, the terrapin furrowed his nonexistent eyebrows, listening to the lyrics and rhythm. After a few moments, he handed you back your earbud. “It’s not my type of music, but if you like it, go for it hun.”

• Lifting a brow, you opted to turn off your music. “You’re not gonna question it? I mean, it is a little different.” Shaking his head, he stood up, arching his back until he heard a satisfying pop. “Y/n, your music tastes are the least surprising thing I’ve experienced. I live with Mikey.” He joked, which was sort of rare for him. “Yeah.” You got up too, craning your neck to look at the turtle. “You’re right.” “Come on let’s get some pizza. The guys are waiting.”

Michelangelo

• This turtle was into anything. Rap, dubstep, pop, literally nothing was bad in his mind. I mean, he had his own playlist listing from Brittney Spears to 50 Cent.

• He knew you mostly listened to K-pop and such, which he didn’t mind. He didn’t understand what they were saying but he liked the beat and rhythm that was usually going on.

•But this was new. Seeing you singing along to one of your songs. “Now, let's not get overzealous here. You've always been a huge piece of shit. If I could kill you, I would.” Now this took him back a bit. It was a different genre for him, and especially for you. Nonetheless he was deterred.

• “Wow angelcakes. I’m liking it.” Announcing his presence. Before you could even react, the earbud was already in his ear. “But it’s frowned upon in all fifty statesssss.” He muttered, somewhat slow due to the lyrics being new to him. “You should’ve let me know you listen to this! It’s awesome!”

• It was your turn to be surprised, but at the same time you were happy. “I just thought you’d think it was weird.” Confessing to your terrapin, twiddling with your thumbs. “Come on, it’s not weird if you like it.” He replied, tossing a wink your way, making you blush. “Get over here, it’s getting to the chorus!” Pulling you into his lap, shoving the piece into your ear. He was right, this is awesome.

188 notes · View notes

dialovers-translations · 1 year

Text

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [10]

ー The scene starts on the open fields of Rotigenberg

Yui: ( ...The ground here really is odd. Kind of muddy, yet slippery at the same time... )

( There’s the stench as well, but it sort of feels like walking on top of rotten fruits... )

Carla: Seems like you are concerned about the underground.

Yui: Y-Yes...I’ve never walked on a similar kind of ground before coming here...

Carla: However, from what I’ve heard, the Demon World used to be characterized by this kind of environment.

In other words, this is what the Demon World originally was like.

Yui: I...see.

( I would have never figured, since this place is so different from any other... )

Carla: Ghouls are born from these specific conditions.

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: That being said, they do not simply sprout from the soil like plants would.

If a corpse is exposed to these gasses, they turn into Ghouls, simple as that.

Of course, similar to how it works with humans, if a Ghoul gives birth to a child, said child will be a Ghoul as well.

Very rarely, another Demon can randomly give birth to a Ghoul as well.

Yui: I see...

Carla: Other Demons will avoid these gasses like the plague.

Apparently quite a lot of them seem to have the misunderstanding that inhaling them will instantly turn them into a Ghoul.

I do not believe it is right to show disgust towards something based on false assumptions.

Yui: ...

You are very knowledgeable on a wide array of topics, aren’t you? It is truly impressive.

Carla: No, I do not believe it is something which deserves special praise.

To me, it is the most normal thing. I was born to be a King after all.

Ever since I was a child, I have immersed myself in the history of both the Demon and the human world. And I am still continuing said research to this day.

Yui: ( So that’s why he’s reading books and doing research every day... )

Carla: Of course, I cannot simply educate myself on its history, but must get a good picture of the present-day state of the World as well.

What a King truly needs is knowledge based on impartial and correct information.

If those in Power have warped beliefs, this will immediately reflect upon its people.

A King’s foolish behavior shall put the masses on the wrong path, leading to unnecessary tragedies. That is something we must avoid at all costs.

Yui: ...

Carla: ーー What is the matter? You have gone silent.

Yui: No, well...I just feel very much moved right now.

Carla: Moved, you say?

Yui: You see, I’m sorry...It’s nothing. I’m sorry for making a strange comment.

Carla: ...

Yui: ( I accidentally voiced it out loud but... )

( When I think about how formidable of a King Carla-san truly is, I cannot help but be amazed. )

( Especially right now, I can only describe his continuous work and efforts as impressive... )

Carla: ...However, for some reason, my body has felt lighter ever since I came here.

Yui: Yes? In other words...?

Carla: I feel a lot better compared than when I stayed at Banmaden, at the very least.

Yui: I see! I’m glad...

( Whenever he says that he’s feeling well, I truly feel happy. )

Fufu...

Carla: Why are you laughing?

Yui: Eh? Why, you ask? Well, obviouslーー

ー A Ghoul runs up to them

Yui: Eh...?

( A young boy suddenly ran out in front of Carla-san. )

( ...I wonder why? Almost as if he’s trying to block his path... )

Carla: What do you need, young lad?

Ghoul Lad A: You’re one of these Founders I’ve heard of, aren’t you?

Carla: Yes, exactly.

Ghoul Lad A: I knew it...You’ve come here to hunt down us Ghouls, haven’t you!?

Yui: ...!?

Carla: I beg your pardon?

Ghoul Lad A: I know what you’re planning. ...You want to kill all of us!

Carla: What are you saying? I do not know where you got that information, but that is a complete misunderstanding.

Ghoul Lad A: Don’t lie! You Demons are all the same, either you use us as cheap workforce or as toys for your own entertainment!!

...Give us a break already! Why do you want to put us through hell that badly!?

Carla: Calm down. Listen to me. I am trying to save youーー

Ghoul Lad A: Shut up! You can try and tell as many lies as you want, but I won’t fall for them!!

Carla: ...

Ghoul Lad A: ...Why do we deserve to get killed, when we haven’t done anything wrong at all...?

You lot...Just how far must you go until you’re finally satisfied!?

...I’m sick and tired of it...That’s why I...

ーー Uwaaaah!!

ー He charges at Carla

*STAB*

Carla: Uu...!!

ー Carla collapses

*Thud*

Yui: Carla-san!!

( Carla-san got stabbed...!? )

Ghoul Lad A: Haah, haah, haah...

Yui: ...Carla-san, Carla-san!!

( He’s bleeding from his side...!! )

Carla: ...Don’t panic, Yui...

Yui: But...!!

ー Shin runs up to them

Yui: ...! Shin-kun!!

Shin: Oi, what went down here? I noticed things seemed awfully noisy outside...

Carla: Kuh...

Shin: ...!! Nii-san!? Hold up, how did you get those injuries...!?

Ghoul Lad A: Haah...haah...

Shin: ...! Oi, you’re the one behind this, aren’t you!?

Ghoul Lad A: Ugh...I...

Shin: Then how do you explain that blood-covered knife!?

ーー What’s the plan, huh? Why did you stab Nii-san!?

ー Shin grabs him by his throat

*Thud*

Ghoul Lad A: Ugah...!!

Shin: Do you have any idea what you did, huh!?

Carla: ...Cut it out, Shin...Let go of him...

Shin: But this shithead...!

Carla: Let him go, I said. Will you ignore my order...?

Ghoul Lad A: Uu...

Shin: ...Fine...Che!

*Rustle*

Ghoul Lad A: Ah...

Carla: ...Do not dare hurt him. You do not need to do anything in response to what happened...

Shin: But...!

Yui: Carla-sanーー!

Carla: ...! Stay away...!

Yui: Eh...?

Shin: It’s fine, Yui. I’ll help support him.

Carla: ...No, you too, Shin. Stay away from me.

Shin: ...? But why? Why would you say that?

Carla: Stay away...Do not dare touch me...

ー Carla gets up

*Rustle rustle*

Shin: Nii-san...

Yui: ( I know he told us not to touch him but...He seems to be having trouble just getting upーー )

Ugh...

( What to do? I can’t watch this... )

Selection

→ Do as he said (❦)

Yui: ( But Carla-san very clearly said not to touch him. )

( In which case, I should probably do as he said. )

...I understand. I’ll keep my distance...

Carla: Heh...Exactly, Yui. That’s for the best...

→ Approach and help out

Yui: ( I can’t. I just can’t turn a blind to this...! )

Carla: Yui! Don’t you dare approach...!!

Yui: ...!

Carla: ...Heed my...order. Do you understand...?

Yui: Y-Yes...

( He sounded so scary just now...I should have just done as he said... )

Carla: I am going back home...Shin, leave that young boy alone...

Shin: ...I know. I won’t do anything.

ー Carla leaves

Yui: ...

Monologue

Carla-san was stabbed out of nowhere.

I was incredibly shocked by this,

especially because it happened right after he said that he was feeling better.

From what the young boy said, it’s all one big misunderstanding (誤解).

There is no way Carla-san would ever hunt down the Ghouls (グール狩り).

However, he was incredibly worked up,

and in no state to be willing to listen to what we had to say about the matter.

What I found the most strange of all,

was how Carla-san refused any help from us despite being injured.

All Shin-kun and I could do was follow him,

watching his back as he stumbled forward with shaky stepsーー

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarladark10

25 notes · View notes

pinkiepiebones · 11 months

Note

I’ve been thinking a lot about a little ficlet you wrote, the one where special waits for copia backstage during a ritual. It mentions how spesh glows when he’s excited. I was wondering if you have any ideas/headcanons for the first time spesh did this, in general and around Copia? I can imagine he must’ve been quite confused at seeing his ghoulfriend light up like a christmas tree lol :•)

First off thank you for dumping a bucket of dopamine on my brain!!!!! I can't believe anyone thinks about my silly fics!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

As for the first time Copia saw him glow...

Copia grew up within the church. He had been raised there. Some said he was even born there, though this was not factual- he had been born elsewhere, and left at the narthex steps as an infant. But, yes. Copia essentially spent the entirety of his life in the church. At least until he turned 25. At age 25, he was granted permission to visit nearby towns to spread the word of the Dark Lord. He took advantage of these monthly trips, proselytising as ordered but also wandering around, purchasing music records. By 28 he had managed amassed an impressive collection of music- not just records, but cassette tapes and new compact discs as well, and a lovely record player he had taken ages to restore. He had little space to call his own but managed to keep it all safe in his dormitory room. After long days of doing mindless research or writing manifestos or sermons for Papa Nihil, Copia relished in putting a good record on and flopping onto his little bed, letting the music wash over his aching back and shoulders.

He was creeping close to 30 when he met the nameless ghoul called Special. Well, to be clear, he had seen the ghoul dozens of times. It was one of the many nameless ghouls that haunted the hallways or ceilings or catacombs of the church, but this one managed to stand out amongst the nearly identical, mouthless, humanoid gargoyles. For one, it's tail never stayed still. It wagged. It twitched. It would even occasionally curl into a question mark. No other ghoul acted so... lively.

The other way the Special ghoul stood out was in it's voice. All ghouls communicated telepathically, but their telepathy had the unfortunate tendency of activating the same parts of human brains that stir up intense fear and nausea, so ghouls rarely spoke to humans (in fact, it was widely believed that those who rose through the ranks within the church's bureaucracy were just people who could listen to ghouls without screaming or crying). But Special's voice was wrong. It spoke telepathically, sure, but for whatever reason, it's voice registered in the human brain as audible input. Having Special talk to you was like listening to a human. A babbling, obnoxious human. His voice would drift into Copia's mind sometimes, and it would be as though someone were walking by his office and talking.

So when the nameless ghoul called Special knocked on his door one night and asked to listen to the music- "I've actually been sitting outside your room for weeks now, just listening, trying to build up the courage to ask you if I could come in, because I know humans don't so much care for us ghouls being close, I've heard we smell, which is probably true, I mean, we are made of Hell itself after all, it's no bed of roses there," and on and on- Copia was only a little bit surprised.

Copia knew about ghouls only as much as Sister Imperator had deemed it necessary for him to know. He had been a child when she took him down to the lowest basement to show him the portal from which all ghouls emerged. He had held her hand tightly, afraid something would come up from the glassy darkness if he let go of her. She squeezed his little hand reassuringly and told him "the Dark Father does not send ghouls to us without a purpose for each of them, C. Every ghoul you see in this church was brought to us with a reason for it's existence woven into it's very being. Each ghoul stays connected to our plane of existence by tethering to an element- Fire, Water, Air, Earth, or Aether. Each serves a purpose."

And now he and a ghoul had become friends. It was not something that happened in the church. Imperator had expressed her concern and Copia, in a rare moment of standing up for himself, had replied "all ghouls are sent up for a reason. What if Him Below sent this one because I need a friend?" Imperator had started to retort but Copia fled back to his room, where Special had been listening to Pink Flloyd.

"Special," Copia gasped. He flopped onto his bed and the ghoul scrambled over to the bedside, tail twitching in concern.

"Whoa, what's happened?"

"I talked back to Sister Imperator."

Special tilted his head, bird-like. "And?"

Copia looked at the ghoul with a mix of emotions.

Special continued, "aren't you, like, a hundred years old? Isn't that an adult? You can talk back to your mom at this age, I am sure."

Copia smiled a tiny bit. "I'm not a hundred, Spesh."

The ghoul's tail wagged. Copia sat up on his bed and sighed, then looked at the tail threatening to wear a patch in his rug. He looked at Special's featureless face. "What's that about," he asked, gesturing to the tail.

"You called me 'Spesh.' I get called Special almost all of the time when I am called something, but just now, you called me a new name."

Copia shrugged. "It's just short for 'Special,' not that big of a deal."

Then Copia noticed fine cracks appearing in the ghoul's dull grey scale-like skin. He backed up on his bed until his back hit the wall. "Fuck, what happened? Did I break you?"

Special looked at his arms, then his torso, then his legs, and laughed. "Oh, no! No, this is-" He gestured with a talon as though trying to pull the tight words from the air.

"I'm happy."

Special seemed to emit a honeyed glow from the cracks, as though his body was composed of burning embers. Copia stared, wide-eyed, and slid off his bed to sit beside the ghoul. He touched the ghoul's arm, amazed at the gentle heat radiating off it.

"This is the purest expression of Fire Ghoul happiness," Special said softly, shyly. "It equates, I think, most to human joy. Or love."

Copia and Special sat quietly together until the embers died down and vanished. And then Copia did something never before seen in the church.

He leaned in and hugged the ghoul.

Special startled but hugged the human back.

"Thank you for being here," Copia whispered. "Thank you for finding me, Spesh."

Special had no mouth but somehow smiled.

"No problem, uhhh, 'Cope.'"

#the band ghost #ghost bc #cardinal copia #special ghoul #Zombie still can't write endings

16 notes · View notes

wolfstrela · 2 years

Text

I Like Your Girl | Ronance

summary: believing there's something going on between Robin and Steve, though well aware she's in a relationship with someone else and has no right to care, Nancy wonders about being possibly jealous of her ex-boyfriend.

spoiler: she's not. just incredibly oblivious.

800 words — set in s4

A/N: Hullo! Wrote this after I heard Mabel's new song I Love Your Girl and couldn't stop thinking about it from Nancy's POV. Hope u like it :)

× × ×

Nancy knew she had no right to be jealous of an ex-boyfriend, especially considering she was dating someone else. But seeing Steve with Robin was grating on her nerves.

They had this odd chemistry, an effortless way of joking, a playfulness that had never been there when it was Nancy and Steve — back then, everything had felt a little stiff. Like they were not quite right for each other, the wrong puzzle pieces trying to fit together.

Nancy had Jonathan now, and having him felt nice. They worked well together, had their own kind of easy going on.

Well, at least they used to.

Lately, Jonathan was acting strange, distant, like he was hiding something. That thought hurt — they had always been able to talk about anything and everything. All that secrecy was tearing them apart, a chasm between them, growing ever larger.

Perhaps that was the reason Nancy felt so annoyed with Robin and Steve — any display of affection, a sour reminder of what she and Jonathan used to have. But, if she was being honest with herself, she couldn’t deny that what she was feeling was pure and simple jealousy.

While she went around town with her friends, trying to figure out what to do about Eddie's situation and all the killings taking place, Nancy couldn't help but notice the closeness between Steve and Robin. They didn't hold hands or look at each other with heart eyes — no, they acted like genuine best friends. Two dorks who were so comfortable around one another, so sure about their feelings, that they didn't have to be anything but their genuine selves.

They kept insisting there was nothing going on between them, even though Nancy hadn't really asked. Was her jealousy showing?

And although she knew deep down Steve and herself weren't meant for each other, those damn intrusive thoughts kept making her mind meander to darker places: maybe she should've tried harder with Steve; maybe she wasn't as good as Robin.

Robin.

No one could deny how pretty she was. Gorgeous, really. Her short dirty blonde hair framed her freckled face perfectly. Her ocean blue eyes — anyone in their right mind would want to dive in them. Steve probably did.

Alright, Nancy relented after she had spent some alone time with Robin doing research at the library, maybe Steve hadn't lucked out yet, but he certainly wanted to — how could he not?

Robin was such a klutz and she talked a lot, but you couldn't help but listen, because she had this pretty raspy voice. Steve probably daydreamed about falling asleep with her whispering in his ear, a soothing sound to keep the nightmares at bay. Nancy knew all about nightmares, she hadn't had a good night of sleep in months.

And she bet Robin could sing. She could picture Steve dumbly daydreaming about that, too. He probably wished she'd sing to him with her angelic voice because there was no way Robin would sound anything but angelic. She'd probably never hesitate to jump in a song with Steve, the way he had wanted Nancy to do when they were together.

She never did, obviously. She'd been afraid he would mock her if she sounded anything but perfect, because back then Steve was too caught up keeping up appearances. And, she had to admit, so had she.

Robin, however, didn't seem to give a shit about that kind of stuff. She was confident enough to at least be herself around anyone. Seeing that felt so refreshing — fake people were so tiring. It made even more sense as to why Steve looked so comfortable around her. Why he was probably working on scoring a date anytime soon, if he hadn't already.

Robin, with her bracelets and rings, her attractively shocking red lips, looked like she'd be into alternative stuff. She'd probably improve Steve's tastes — Nancy could imagine them going out to the movies to watch things ironically. Robin would make clever jokes which Steve wouldn't quite get because, though he could be sweet if he wanted to, he had never been the smartest cookie in the jar.

Robin was probably taking him on cool adventures around town and being an adventure herself. It was easy to believe so, after visiting Victor Creel at the asylum with her. Robin had dealt with the warden in such an impressive way — using her babbling nature to her advantage, her strong emotions as an asset. Nancy understood for sure then why Steve had to like Robin.

Steve had to be in love with Robin because there was no way not to. If you let Robin in, Nancy realized, sympathetically, she filled up space. And if you're someone who just happens to have a hole growing inside you, it turns out there's a lot of space to fill.

× × ×

✨ sorry about any typos and grammar mistakes ✨

× × ×

“I keep on watching you kiss her, thought it was you I was missing

But now I've realized, I think I love your girl

Wish it was me that was with her, I cut you out of the picture

I might've lost my mind, I think I love your girl

Better than you, better than you”

[I Love Your Girl by Mabel]

#the projection is strong in this one folks #nancy wheeler has no idea what's about to hit her lol #nancy wheeler #bi nancy wheeler #ronance #nancy x robin #robin buckley #ronance fanfiction #robin x nancy #ronance fanfic #natalia dyer #maya hawke #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s4 #vol 1 #oblivious nancy wheeler #i like your girl #fanfic

70 notes · View notes

thedasincolor · 1 year

Note

One hope I have is that if we ever go beyond the current known world of Thedas, we get to see other cultures influenced by real ones. Even if we don't introduce any new races, this would be a fantastic opportunity for minorities to have their voices heard and represented.

I don't want each race to feel like a monolith in the case of the Qunari or only limited to two major factions in the case of the elves and dwarves.

Each should have thriving and varied cultures outside of the known setting, and I really want mixed-race cultures as well that don't have the power imbalance of Tevinter and Andrastian nations. It shouldn't just be the Qun.

However, I do not trust BioWare's big-name writers (Who are all White to my knowledge) to get this right. Considering how they've written certain factions to 'represent' peoples of color, with these factions turning out to be morally dubious. Namely Tevinter and the Qunari.

And even if they were willing to do research, the small details that only come from living within that culture, that makes them feel alive in stories, will be completely absent. It's why diverse writing teams are so important.

That and I want to give David Gaider the middle finger for saying Asians don't exist in Thedas. Not cool dude.

Sorry for the late response. With holidays, thing have been so busy.

I wanted to say there are two middle fingers up to Gaider and the whole writing team. At least I speak for myself. I cannot speak for Blue.

But yes, let's just say this blog is the anti-thesis to what a lot of dragon age does. Where dragon age writers use oppression narratives to play with the story, minority fans have been using their own pain and transforming it to weave beautiful narratives and fanwork, showcasing what dragon age could look like if they dared to listen to us.

It's very frustrating to be a minority fan. A lot of times you put so much of yourself into your work, and then you see these brown paper dolls getting thousands of notes for a whitewashed version of your existence. You feel the need to water yourself down. You feel the need to make yourself smaller so you can fit the narrative.

This blog is trying to fight that by saying no, we are here. You used our stories to write your narratives and you're not pushing us out. We will continue to keep shining light on minorities in the fandom in hopes that our voices will finally be heard.

Please keep submitting your art. But we are also sorely lacking story recs. Your meta. Your bioware crit. Your commission posts. And even if you don't submit feel free to tag your work as #thedasincolor as we track that tag (please note that tag is for minorities to find other minorities not for white gentiles to post their brown paper dolls. This does not apply to our Splash of Color posts which are open to all)

This blog is a labor of love of both Blue and I and we couldn't do it without the help of all of you.

-Jonzen

#asks #remember to tag and submit ya'll #bioware critical #dragon age critical

21 notes · View notes

steppenwolfofslytherinhouse · 4 months

Text

Rebirth

Can a person with Heavenly Restriction really die?

Toji x reader (eventually lol)

Warnings:none for this part?

notes: reader has a name (I always give my characters names idk y/n just doesn't fit),AU kind of?,slow burn if I get to actually writing this whole thing,basically an attempt to get back into writing,my brain is rotting.

(if there should be any more notes/warnings,pls let me know!)

-We need to get our hands on that book asap.

-You actually think...

-I don't think anything,Jason,the problem is I don't know.None of us do.So we need to he digging under every possible stone.

Toji kept quiet for now,listening to this exchange.

He thought to himself once again how...normal both of them were taking it.Like your regular issue at work or something.Hey,photocopier broke again.Yeah,I got it.

There was nothing regular about this situation.

...Not in the least.

It's been over a week now that Toji showed up uninvited at their-well,her,he supposed-apartment.And "showed up uninvited" was putting it very,very mildly.

He was dead.He KNEW he had died.Twice.He remembered the second time as clearly as the first.No question about it,he was dead dead.And yet somehow he doubted this was his afterlife.

-...Toji?How about it?

He realized he'd been spacing out as her voice brought him back.Her piercing light-brown eyes were studying his face.Always studying.Like she was trying to X-ray his mind.Somehow,he didn't find it disconcerting.Not anymore.

-Sorry, what was that?

-I was asking if any of those,um...jujutsu sorcerers I believe you said?,-she watched him nod,then went on.-Is it possible any of them possess the power to do this to you?Throw you all the way to another universe?,-her voice was calm.As it always seemed to be.

Toji took a moment to think about it carefully.Nothing was impossible,he assumed.The question then begged itself who and WHY would they do it.Toji had manu enemies,true,but where was the vengeance in basically giving him another life in another world?It made no sense.Especially considering this world seemed to have neither jujutsu sorcerers nor Curses at all.

Although...it didn't lack its own "perks".

He'd learned Jason was a vampire barely a day into his new life here.A vampire.He was skeptical at first but there was something about Jason so...visibly non-human that anyone with sharp eyes and senses would start asking questions.

Then there was her.Airin.

At a first glance,she seemed like a regular human.And physically,she was.It was her personality that sometimes left one speechless and bewildered.

Ten minutes into discovering an unknown man in her living room,she was asking him if he remembered where he was when he died.She asked him what year did he think it was,listened to his answer,then reported calmly to him that he had skipped almost twenty years ahead.The following day was the day he saw most of her.After that,she was barely around or if she was,her nose was constantly buried in this or that book.

No,she was not avoiding him.She simply didn't let anything disrupt her routine.

On the contrary, Jason seemed to be around a lot.He,too was more often than not reading,searching,scribbling something away.After a lengthy discussion between him and Airin (Toji was also present,of course,but mostly just listening and taking in every piece of information he could),Jason switched his focus on researching travel between universes,after-death experiences and such.

- Unprecedented,-Airin was saying,her arms folded and her eyes distant.-Jason and I had our share of encounters with...supernatural phenomena,but never once have we heard of anyone travelling between universes.Using death as a transportation,no less,-she gave a dry chuckle.

-The reincarnation theories?,-Jason suggested,bringing in cups of coffee for himself and Toji.Airin was probably on her tenth cup already.

-Very questionable possibility.Your old body doesn't reincarnate with you,-Airin mused.She has read tons on the subject,but it never seemed quite enough to satisfy her curiosity.

So everyone being in a bit of a stump,Airin had asked Toji if he wanted to stick around.They had an extra futon in Jason's room,they'd get him some change of clothes and anything he needed.It was almost December and even here,in central Japan,it was bound to get colder soon.He could stay while they tried to figure out what the hell happened exactly and maybe find a way to help.Airin reported all of this casually-one'd think she was a hotel manager,handing him the room key and wishing him a pleasant stay.

It didn't take Toji long to consider all of his limited options.He was dead but alive,in a time he didn't know,still in Japan but in a different part of it and,oh yeah,in a different fucking universe.

He needed time to regroup.Whether these people actually knew what they were doing or not,whether they could really help him remained to be seen.

He also decided to spend this time observing and studying them.

Jason presented himself as an easier case at first.He was pleasantly chatty if the occasion called for it;he seemed like an open book.It was almost impossible to deduce what his relationship with Airin was at first-they had no visible family resemblance,bickered like an old married couple at times,but slept in different rooms.Friends?Distant relatives?At that time,it was only a couple of days since his "rebirth" so Toji didn't ask any personal questions that had no immediate connection to his case.But neither Airin nor Jason seemed to have any walls built against him;quite the contrary,any questions he might have had,they'd answer.So it was almost impossible not to grow comfortable around them.Toji judged that if he wanted to learn more about Airin,though,getting Jason to talk was probably his best chance.

Of course,he could also learn a few things simply by studying his surroundings.One day,when Airin was at work and Jason was out as well,Toji took his time to take a little tour.

To be fair, there was not much to tour in the first place.Airin's home was a typical Japanese studio apartment in a nice,quiet neighborhood.This meant there was only one fairly spacious room-living room/bedroom and Jason's room/extra library was down a narrow flight of stairs...in the closet.

-Yeah,I'd keep that info away from the landlord's ears,-Airin commented when she first saw Toji's reaction.Jason snorted.-He doesn't need to know we have a vampire freeloading in a secret basement that's not supposed to be there in the first place.

-Hey!

-What?You don't pay rent,do you?

-I do...tasks!Around the house!

-Drinking my coffee and occasional grocery trips don't count.Take it up to HR.Or...VR in your case,since you're not human.

The bickering was cut short as Airin,of course,had to go.

Finally left all alone (just how much did she trust him?),Toji walked around the room,first noting the obvious-bookshelf that took almost an entire wall,a desk with two chairs,kotatsu positioned comfortably in the middle of the room,an electric piano in one corner and two guitars in another.And books,books everywhere,including floor and windowpane.All of this told him the woman had tons of hobbies but not much of her personality in depth.

Then he walked back to the desk and studied the pictures and drawings covering the wall above.

First thing that caught his eye was a big poster consisting of many small photos,like q collage.All of the pictures were with little kids, kindergarteners from the looks of it.Judging from the most obvious-that she lived alone (forgetting Jason for a moment) and looked awfully young-certainly these were not her kids.Which begged the conclusion that Airin was probably a teacher.Further inspection of the wall only strengthened this opinion in Toji's mind-there were almost a dozen drawings of all sizes,some of them sporting writings like:"To Airin","Happy birthday,Miss Airin" and so on.Other photos included two or three of the same people,probably Airin's friends.

Doesn't look like there are any pictures of family,Toji mused,wrapping up his inspection and taking a seat at the kotatsu.He also took a moment to marvel that his initial impression of her somehow didn't go with an image of a teacher at all.A kids' teacher at that.

Later that day,after Airin came back from work,Jason had also returned from his mystery trip.

-I went to the library,-he reported.-....a far away one,-he added for what Toji thought was purely dramatic purposes.-I scoured their sections on time travel,universe travel,basically everything.Brought back some books for research purposes...

-Stole them,huh?,-Airin chimed in,giving Jason a judgy stare.-How low you have fallen.

-I'll take them back!,-Jason fumed instantly,then rolled his eyes.-...Maybe.

-Hard emphasis on "maybe".

-Anyway,-Jason pushed on.-From what I gathered by scanning them all quickly...wouldn't get my hopes up.

-Way to encourage the audience,mate,-Airin snorted,finally taking a seat.She has been busily unpacking her work stuff,doing ten things at a time,as usual.-What if the man has a family to get back to?,-her eyes switched from Jason to Toji so fast that the latter was caught by surprise.He thought this was a first in both his life AND death.

-Do you have a family waiting for you?Someone you'd want to get back to?,-there it was.The X-ray gaze.This was probably the first personal question she's asked him in over a week that he's been here.That was another slightly puzzling thing about Airin-she didn't pry.She only ever asked the necessary questions-what was the last thing he remembered,how his body felt (considering he was dead) and so on.

He realized they were both expecting an answer.He took a moment to think and pick his words carefully.

-...Not really,no.There's...no one,-there was his son,but he was safely taken care of.He didn't need Toji back in his life.

He watched Airin and Jason exchange knowing looks.

-What?Did I make an impression of a family man?,-Toji asked both of them dryly,but his eyes stayed glued to Airin's.She gave a curt,humorless chuckle.

-Not at all.But impressions based solely on one's appearance can be rather misleading,-her eyes were on him as well.He couldn't help but think she left part of her thoughts unsaid.

-I don't know,your father looked every bit as evil as he was,-Jason shrugged casually.Toji's mind was instantly focused on every word.

-And yet you spent decades playing his lackey,-dark sparks of amusement danced in Airin's eyes.Jason opened his mouth to reply,thought better of it and closed it again.There was a pause.

-You two sure bicker like family,-Toji put in before they could change the topic.-Or an old married couple.

Airin snorted.Even Jason couldn't help but grin in amusement.

-You got us there,-Airin raised her hands as if giving up.-Little brother here had a change of heart when my father decided sacrificing one of his daughters would be a fun way to gain some more power.

Toji blinked at them,speechless for a moment.Meanwhile,Jason was fuming again.

-I'm older than you.

-Not in your human years,you're not,-Airin shut him down dryly,then returned her attention to Toji.-I know it probably sounds like...a lot of bullshit.Sometimes I can hardly believe it myself.

She didn't look emotional at all.It was like she was reading someone else's biography and gasping at appropriate places.Jason,misjudging Toji's silence for bewilderment,quickly stepped in.

-We're not technically...siblings,of course.Relatives almost 200 years apart.So we usually go with half-brother story for convenience's sake,-Jason explained.

Toji nodded absentmindedly,trying to absorb all of this information.

-Your father tried to kill you?,-the words left his mouth before he could stop himself.

-Oh,not me.My sister.My actual sister,-she gave Jason a cheeky look and he rolled his eyes.-Wanted to power me up,apparently,-she shrugged.-Then probably use me too for his own purposes,who knows.

-Power you up?How?

-Magic,-she replied simply.-My father dabbled in a lot of shady stuff.Probably explains how he stayed alive for a few centuries.

-Was he also a...

-Nope,not a vampire.Just a dark arts enthusiast,-she sighed,shaking her head as if she couldn't believe what some people chose do to with their free time.Before Toji could pursue the topic further-there were about a hundred more questions he needed to ask-Airin stood up and scooped up all their cups to take them back to the kitchen.-I have to be up early.Gotta get ready for bed.

Jason nodded and got up as well.Toji must have looked very thoughtful when Airin returned to the room because she took a moment to gaze at him silently and only when he raised his eyes to meet hers did she speak.

-A lot to take in,huh?,-Airin offered a little smile.-Stick around,you might discover the rest of the huge iceberg buried in the water.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk au #jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen spoilers

2 notes · View notes

annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

Text

Ch.66 - Sound the Bugle

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

The 141 discover that Kiera and Laswell are held hostage by their former target; Price declares battle against the AQ.

Desperation.

Pure desperation coursed through Ghost's veins with anxiety and eagerness - eagerness to kill Makarov's men that were hijacking the plane. He wanted to call Kiera's cell phone so bad - to hear her voice for what a final time could be. Time and time again, he was hesitant on if he should or not and focus on getting to her and how to handle the situation, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't make the call to her to at least hear her voice, even if it was for the last time.

Pulling his phone from his pocket, his hands trembled as he tapped on Kiera's name, his heart breaking at the sight of the photo he chose of her as the contact photo, a brief image of it being a memorial photo if things didn't go to plan.

The phone rang four times before he heard white noise from the other side.

"Hello?" She whispered, her voice calm.

"Kiera, what's going on? Are you okay?"

"Simon, I-I can't talk long," She sighed. He knew she was refraining from a panic, but also knew that she and Laswell were compiling a plan.

And she wasn't going to go down without a fight.

"There's two armed men on this plane. Laswell is able to decipher what they're saying. Definitely Russian. She did quick work and found out that they have a hideout in Al Mazrah-"

"Al Mazrah?"

"Yes. We think that's where it's going. One pilot is out and the other is at gunpoint. They turned this plane around. I don't know what's going to happen. I suggested taking them out before they got to the cockpit, but that didn't go over well. They're not letting us get up or anything." She explained, a whimper threatening to leave her lips. She tried to stay calm for Simon's sake, but they both were in a panic.

For the first time, he felt tears welling up in his eyes. See what happens when you're selfish? The ones you love get taken from you.

He immediately blamed himself, knowing that none of this would've happened if he would've just pushed her away, but she made it so hard for him to stay away, easily letting himself get consumed within the embrace of love. Although he blamed himself, he never once regretted falling in love with her.

Simon didn't know what to say, nor could he find the words as he knew if he comforted her, he was afraid it was a lie to tell her everything would be okay when it couldn't be - he couldn't do that to her.

"Do you remember that AirTag I got you for your keys?" She asked, her voice in a low tone.

"Yeah?"

"Do you remember how to track it?"

"Yes."

"Just in case they take our phones, I'm going to get the tag from your bag and put it in my pocket so that you know where I end up...whether I be alive or...you know."

"Don't talk like that, love," He sighed, a harsh thud of his heart dropping at the gripping reality that plane hijacks never go well. "We're going to come and get you. Please don't try anything. Just," He huffed. "Just do as they say. If they turned the plane around and kept a pilot for their advantage, surely they'll make him land wherever they want."

"Laswell thinks they're going to Al Mazrah. She did her typical C.I.A research and was able to match the route."

"Then that's where we're going to go," He replied gruffly, Kiera hearing Simon call for Price to tell the pilot to get on a route towards Al Mazrah. "Where's Teeter?"

"In the row behind me. Everyone is quiet - one is standing at the tail and one is guarding the cockpit while the leader is in the cockpit with the pilot." She continued to explain.

"Love, listen to me: don't try to take this situation on your own. Just do as they say and we'll do the rest."

"I will-"

"Promise me."

"I promise, Simon."

"Все телефоны! Сейчас! (All phones! Now!)"

Simon's heart raced with rage when he heard the twisted Russian words from the other side of the line, wishing he and his team were there to handle the situation instead of the isolation he felt when he couldn't do anything about the it - feeling as if it were borderline torture to know that his connection with Kiera was about to be cut short, leaving him in a state of constant worry until they compiled their next plan.

"Keep tracking me, Simon. I have it on me. Your keys were in my purse." She began to babble, making the conversation quick.

"Don't worry, love," He assured her, his nervous tone matching hers. "I love you."

He heard her whimper, "I love you too."

Simon stared down at the screen as the lines were still connected, neither he or Kiera wanting to be the one to hang up first as if it could be the last time they had a connection with each other.

Simon kept close tabs on Kiera's location, his leg shaking impatiently as well as thankful that the plane was still in the sky instead of scattered across the land. Soap kept close to Simon as worry consumed him as well, concerned for the wellbeing of Kiera, Laswell, and Teeter especially.

"What's the status?" Price asked, his tone too of worry.

"Still moving. Laswell is still solid as a rock. Looks like they're heading towards Syria."

"They're heading towards Al Mazrah. Gaz, see what airports you can find that're closeby."

"On it, Cap."

Price took notice of Simon's anxious shake of his leg and desperate breaths, knowing he wasn't in the mindset he needed to be in for a battle that was sure to happen now that Kiera was involved. He sighed, taking a seat next to Simon and pressing his palm against his shoulder, the muscle under Simon's uniform feeling like a rock. "May I?" He asked, opening his palm in reference to the cell phone held within Simon's tight grasp.

He was hesitant to give the phone to Price, not wanting to release the only grasp he had on Kiera's live location, afraid that it was the only thing he would have left of her. "I don't mean this in a crude way, but you need to get your head right, Simon. We have a big job to do coming up and I don't want you to get yourself in a bind-"

"I'm not," He grumbled, releasing his grip on his phone for Price to look at the screen. "I'm ready to get on the ground."

"We all are, but I know the thoughts going through your head. You're going to go in with rage. We have to think this through, Simon."

"Oh, I am," He hissed. "This is all on a new level now. I won't be able to live with myself if something happens to them."

"That it is, but if I may, let me keep track of this to give you time to compose yourself before we land," Price assured him, his advice seeming to go through one ear and out the other as Simon only had one thing in mind - getting to her. "How are you able to track her?"

"Because she thought of something I never would've thought of," He scoffed. "I bought one of those AirTags for my keys because I always misplace them. She took it and put it in her pocket just in case they seized their phones. They did just that, but they won't know about it."

Price chuckled, "Smart lass."

"Too smart for me." Simon shook his head.

"C.I.A shit," Gaz chuckled. "Pence said that the closest airstrip is two-hundred klicks out at the Syrian Air Base. They know we're coming and have men on standby with vehicles."

"Great," Price nodded, looking down at the phone screen to refresh Kiera's location. "They've stopped."

"Stopped?"

Price nodded, pinching at the screen to zoom in on the location, "Looks like an airport or base for commuter planes, not commercial."

"So they're on the ground?"

"Seems like it. Location is moving it seems."

Fuck, I need to get on the ground now, he thought impatiently, desperately trying to get focused for the task at hand.

A wave of silence fell throughout the armored vehicle, Ghost sitting in silence as he was now in full combat mode. Soap sat across from him, slowly loading ammunition into a magazine before wiping the excess residue of lead through his hair, beads of sweat lining his brow as the heat of the desert wasn't welcoming. Price, out of boredom, flicked his lighter, looking into the open flame as if he saw something, his gaze primal. Gaz sat in the same mood as Ghost, ready to fight as soon as his boots hit the ground.

"They know we're coming." Gaz finally said, breaking the silence.

"Is her location still showing the same?" Price asked Ghost.

He huffed, looking down at his phone to refresh the signal, grimacing as his reception was weak, a few moments passing by before it showed the same location as before. "Yes."

Price nodded, "This is a hostage situation. We'll mark a perimeter and go from there. We get eyes-on and regroup."

"Aye." Soap sighed, worried about the status of Teeter.

Ghost clutched his rifle as the morning sun seared over the desert, walking between a rock wall that led to a cliff side, seeing a makeshift base of two shipping containers, a helicopter, many trucks, a tank, and nearly two dozen men. "Got a heli incoming."

"Roger that. Are you eyes on?"

"Yes," Ghost replied, taking a closer look through the scope of his binoculars. "All Russian. No sign of civilians."

"Are you able to check the status of the tag?" Price asked over the comm.

Ghost checked his phone again, grunting as his reception was still weak, taking a longer moment to refresh before it finally did. "Yes. It's showing she's down there."

"Could be inside one of those containers."

"We have the missile on standby." One of the Marines spoke up that was sent with Ghost to assist in creating a perimeter.

"We're not using a missile until I know there's no civilians." Ghost scoffed.

"A few civilian casualties doesn't equal the amount of destruction these guys are going to cause, man-"

"Would you be saying that if one of those civilians was your pregnant fiancé?" Ghost scoffed, turning to glare at him from over his shoulder, seeing him look to the ground out of defeat as he couldn't utter a response. "Didn't think so."

He returned to look through the binoculars, watching the helicopter land before a group of men exited the aircraft. "More Russians."

"Makarov?" Price asked.

"Hard to tell. Probably just another one of his men. One VIP it seems - they all seem glad to see him."

"If you can confirm a positive ID, we'll be able to move in. We need to at least see where they're going."

"It's not Makarov," Ghost confirmed. "Russian commander it looks like."

"Ghost," Price sighed, confirming that he was seeing something that both Ghost and the Marine didn't. "Kiera and Laswell are being moved into a black SUV on the other side of the shipping container west of your location."

"Do we have a positive ID on Teeter?" Soap questioned, worried.

"I see her among a group of other passengers that were on the plane. They're being moved into a container east of your position."

"I don't understand why it's just Kiera and Laswell they're taking into the SUV." Soap commented, scoffing at the thought.

"It's because Laswell and Kiera have gone after Makarov before," Price sighed. "He's got the upper hand now that they were on that plane coincidentally-"

"Or they've been keeping an eye on them since Makarov got away."

"Finding out new shit every bloody time." Ghost grumbled in response, wishing Kiera told him everything about every mission she had ever been on, but he didn't blame her - even though he had told her about his past, he purposely didn't give her every explicit detail in order to save himself from thinking about it, thinking that it would be better for her if she just didn't know everything for her sake.

"The SUV is moving." Gaz spoke up.

"Copy."

"Going north towards the border."

"Border of Urzikstan." Price sighed.

Urzikstan, Ghost thought, the troubling thoughts from Kiera's experience there pinging his chest, suddenly afraid that it was going to happen again, wishing he could take off himself and lead the mission on his own. I trust Price. He won't let it happen and neither will I. "Is that where Laswell was taken the first time months ago?"

"Yes, that's why we need to get to them before they get their undone plans that Gaz and I gladly ruined." Price chuckled.

"We'd be going head-to-head with AQ on their home turf. They're going to have hundreds more protecting Laswell and Kiera. We'll need an army. More than what we have now."

"I can get us an army, Gaz."

"What do we do now, Captain?" Soap asked.

"Let's regroup. Meet me at the mouth of the canyon and I'll have a chopper heading our way. I have a call to make."

#simon riley x oc #simon riley x og female #simon riley #simonriley #simon ghost riley #simonghostriley #simon ghost riley fanfiction #simon ghost riley cod #call of duty mw2 #call of duty modern warfare #callofduty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty #simon riley cod #cod mwii

9 notes · View notes

cozyenigma · 2 years

Text

Forget Me Not

(Lemme dust myself and this lil fic off, it’s been a minute!)

Request?- Yes!

Summary- There’s no goal and no exit. Hopefully someone comes along before this place becomes your tomb.

Tag List- @cookielover0001010 , @swag-droid , @watchoutforfrostbite

Warnings- None

You had no idea where you were.

It wasn’t the ‘whoops, wrong turn’ kind of lost; no, this was the deep, bone chilling realization that you had no idea. No idea where you came from. No idea where you were going. Even though you told yourself not to panic, it was hard to keep your breathing steady as you wandered and hoped in vain for an exit.

Why were you here? It was becoming increasingly apparent that there was no one around for miles. The harsh sun beat down on you as you wandered through the faceless ruins. Had you passed that column before? Everything was unfamiliar but it all looked the same. Sun bleached rock and ruined structures surrounded you on all sides, towering above your head.

Could you climb over top of the walls? The creeping vines along the rocks offered some handholds but they just snapped under your weight. You had nothing to show for your escape attempts other than scrapes and bruises.

Maybe you were researching the place? You seemed to have dressed for the excursion in loose fitting but sturdy clothes. The boots had seen some good use too. Needing something more concrete, you emptied the contents of the small bag you had with you onto the ground. Food and water, probably enough for a day or two. First aid kit that had already been opened. Flashlights, camping stove, change of clothes. Everything suggested that you had prepared to be here. Nothing to suggest for what.

Searching through the various pockets didn’t bring you any answers. No map, no phone, no ID, no clues. Your pockets ended up being similarly fruitless, completely empty with one exception. From your back pocket you fished out a small, tarnished circle of silver and gold. It hadn’t been taken care of as whatever design was on it was nearly worn away entirely. It had a neat little seam going around the outside that was difficult to get your nails under. Though the hinges had almost seized up entirely, you were able to pry it open.

It was a compact mirror. The surface was dulled by grime to the point you could hardly make anything out. Still, you could see a couple of your own features reflected back at you. That fact that you didn’t recognize what you saw was… disconcerting to say the least.

You didn’t recognize the compact either but… Something about it felt important. Not knowing what else to do with it, you closed the compact with some effort and stowed it in your pocket again.

Navigating the place was even more difficult now. It was practically a maze and whatever sense of direction you’d had before was gone with that little distraction. Afternoon came and went. The sun was hot and oppressive overhead and sweat dripped down into your eyes.

“Oh cmon,” you groaned as you rounded another corner just to find more ruined architecture.

What you wouldn’t give for some water.

Thoroughly exhausted at this point, you sat down at the base of the wall and tried to rest. The bag you had with you was frustratingly empty. What the hell were you doing out here with only a few pieces of lint packed away? You took a breath, leaned back against the hot stonework behind you and closed your eyes.

You could curse your past self and the mystery you were in now later. Right now, especially with no food, water or supplies, this was turning into a matter of survival. If you didn’t find a way back to civilization before nightfall your chances were slim at best.

As you were trying to figure out what to do, you heard a voice. You blinked, sat up, and listened intently. It was far off, too far to make out the words, but it was clearly another person. They sounded frustrated, desperate.

The sudden surge of hope was nearly dizzying. Were they looking for you? It didn’t take long for it to curdle into something a bit more fearful. And if they were, was it better to be found by them or try your luck on your own?

Before you could think that over too much, the voice started to get clearer. They were shouting a name over and over again at the top of their lungs. The sound seemed to echo off the crumbling walls and made the place feel even emptier than before. You didn’t recognize the name. Though that… probably didn’t mean much at the moment.

You were getting to your feet when the man came into view. He was in the middle of shouting again, turning the corner and searching with a hurried glance. Those eyes passed you by the first time and then a double take. The man either knew you or happened to be a very good actor judging by the look on his face. He nearly dropped in relief. You almost wanted to trust him outright, just at the thought of someone looking at you like that.

“Darlin you gave me a heart attack, god,” he breathed out as he ran up to you. The smile on his face was a little tight around the edges as he looked you over, hand resting easy on your arm. “Really banged yourself up huh? Can’t leave you alone for a minute.”

Despite yourself, you couldn’t help but draw back a bit from the man and his casual touches. His expression went pinched, concern starting to cover up any relief he wore.

“Darlin?”

Okay, lets break it down. The man either knew you or could convincingly act like he did. He seemed to be dressed for an adventure like you were though the cowboy hat and the whip seemed a bit much. There was always the possibility that he was tricking you of course. You were reasonably certain that you didn’t hit your head so he either didn’t know about your memory loss, knew and was lying about it, or knew and had caused it. Much as you wanted to trust him you had trouble letting your guard down.

Maybe you could test the waters a bit, see how he reacted.

You swallowed, forced your parched tongue to make words. “Who… who are you?”

It was a point in his favor that he looked appropriately horrified. “What? Shit, did you hit your head?”

You nearly jumped out of your skin as he tried feeling for a head wound that wasn’t there. Or at least you were pretty sure wasn’t there.

“No I just- I’m fine! I just don’t know you,” you said, trying to push him back. “Or anything about this place.”

Seeming to get the hint, he took a step back. Did he cross his arms because he was thinking or to keep his hands to himself?

“What do you remember?” He asked, tone grave enough it set you on edge all over again.

“Ah…”

The fact that you were coming up with nothing, absolutely nothing, longer than an hour or two ago… You hadn’t stopped to think about the why. Not with your immediate survival being the more pressing concern. That, impossible as it seemed, was still easier to deal with than the sudden horrifying blankness where you were sure a whole lifetime used to be.

Your silence was answer enough for the man. He sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shoulda known something was wrong when I found all your stuff…”

“What?”

Wordlessly, the man took of his pack which seemed to be full to bursting. Crammed inside was food, clothes, climbing equipment, everything you might need for a long, challenging hike. Everything that you didn’t have.

“Recognize any of it?” He asked, handing you a canteen. You hesitated to drink it, taking a cautious sniff before the man snatched it back and took a few gulps. “There. It’s yours, so its safe. I found all of your things on the ground a mile or two that way,” he pointed behind him.

Gingerly you took the canteen and held it close to you. The cool metal in your hands was a welcome reprieve. “I didn’t think I brought anything…”

When you finally took a hesitant sip you nearly drained the thing in a few gulps. Even with it dripping down your chin you still felt desperately thirsty. Before you could even ask the man was pressing another, presumably his, into your hands.

“I wouldn’t have let you. I started to think somethin happened so I’m just glad I found you.” His eyes do another quick pass over you. “Try and remember. Did you see anything weird? Did you touch anything?”

You were shaking your head before he even finished. “No I don’t… wait.” As you were patting your pockets you felt something hard and round. The man’s eyes narrowed as soon as he saw it. “It can’t have been this thing… can it?”

“Never say never in this line of work, darlin. Lucky for you, I happen to know my fair share about cursed objects,” the man took a piece of cloth out from his bag, carefully folding it around the object without actually touching it. A quick knot and it was safely bundled up. “Right, I’m gonna hang onto this just in case. In the meantime we need to get you outta here.”

Offering a hand and an easy smile, he waited for you to take the invitation. The possibility of him causing your memory loss seemed less and less likely but was it really okay to trust him?

“You never told me your name, yknow.”

A smooth laugh as he puts his hand to his chest. “You gotta be the only person to need a second introduction. Name’s Illinois, pleasure’s all yours I’m sure.”

You couldn’t help it. You laughed. It was exhausted and half delirious at this point you were sure but it felt… familiar. The affronted look on the man- Illinois, apparently- just made you laugh more. When you finally took his hand it was warm and calloused. Lucky for you he seemed to know his way around an adventure or two.

—————-

Later, in a quiet hotel room:

“You’re never gonna let me live that down are you, darlin?”

“I forget literally everything and you break out the whole ‘pleasure to meet me’ line?”

“You’re doing this on our anniversary?”

“Hey, I’m allowed! I even got you a cursed relic, I know those’re your favorite.”

“One I can’t even look at unless I wanna forget what my own handsome face looks like.”

“Uh-huh, so you’re saying you want a tie for next year then?”

“Didn’t say any that. Tie would be much less interesting but I think I’d prefer you and your pretty lil head intact, darlin.”

#illinois x reader #illinois the adventurer #illinois ahwm #writers of mark #youtuber ego #reader insert #markiplier ego x reader #ego fanfic #My writing

46 notes · View notes