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ellieanddinacanlitstabme · 27 days

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SPIDERMAN!ELLIE X CRAZY RICH!READER

I was lwk being lazy and not writing this but here!!

This part's js for plot reasons 🙏🏻 bare w me

🚩: mdni, grammatical mistakes,bad writing ,not proofread ,reader is a really girly fem

DAILY CLICK!!

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It was a rainy day and you just came home after a long day at the mall with some other friends and was on facetime showing Ellie everything you bought...

"i bought this really cute dress, I'll put it on for you... Ellie?" You say holding up a pink dress

"mhm? Oh um yeah.. I'm sure you'll look amazing in it" she was definitely thinking about something else.. but she was clearly looking at you?

You quickly go to aside and change into the dress, the shadow on the white wall getting something in Ellie worked up.

She unconsciously bit her lower lip, but letting it immediately go after you popped in the screen.

"how is it?" You say posing

"you look amazing.. "

"really?"

"..mhm yeah... Fuck!" She suddenly grabs her phone

"um.. Joel is calling! I- I'll call you later!"

And she hang up just like that...

She's done that multiple times these days... Is there something wrong with Joel or... Is she Spiderman?

You definitely did not just randomly thought of that today... The first time was around a week ago when she randomly hang up on you for the like 6th time? And she usually doesn't even want to hang up even when it's 4 am and you both have a test first hour. Coincidence was it that 4 times out of the six there was a "villain attack" in the city and the next day at school Ellie was DEAD. You wouldn't be able to find that out if you two weren't calling or hanging out every day .

Now you just have to see if something happens and if you wanna say something about it to Ellie... She'll tell you one day.. right?

Putting all this to aside, the fact that Ellie, probably, is Spiderman definitely made your crush harder and you could be completely delusional but Ellie may feel the same way about you.

Ellie bought up your interest ever since you first met her 4 years ago...

"class this beautiful little girl will be you new classmate for the rest of the year and the rest of them!"

The teacher introduced you to your new class as you looked and analyzed them but your eyes stopped when you saw Ellie..

Was it love at first sight? Not really you weren't really into dating because you thought that boys were all dirty and disgusting... Not that Ellie's a boy... So maybe it was love? Well you were only interested back then

Back then you were slightly taller then her, she had really pretty eyes.. they lured you into her , you had to be friends with her.

Ellie was shocked, you looked like a doll, a pretty pink puffy layered dress and several bows all over your body, your hair was long and shiny, doll like features that made you seem near unreal... Beautiful..

"pick a sit ms. " The teacher slightly pushed you towards the sits, encouraging you

And you obviously sat beside Ellie

"hey" ellie wrote on her notebook then pushed it a little towards your side

"hi"you wrote back

"I'm Ellie"

"i like your eyes"

"your dress is pretty"

It was now the next day, you were sitting in class, honestly hoping that Ellie wouldn't come today, it seemed that she had some pretty serious wounds yesterday on the news..

"you're late Ms. Williams"

"I'm sorry Mrs. Maria"

"just get to your sit"

That girl was STRUGGLING , you really were about to go help her if it wasn't for the fact that the whole way was barely two steps and she was already halfway here

"you okay?" You whispered

"yeah.." she was literally gasping for air

"seriously?"

"ye.." she said nodding

"mhm... I'll treat you lunch"

"im serious! I'm fine!"

Pt2

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kittykattropicanna · 5 months

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it's 2 am and i should sleep but i just read your prison penpal!ghost now it's rotting my brain!!!! ><

reader would so try to send him gifts if they're allowed. special holidays aren't miserable for him anymore as he would be accompanied by reader's sweet little presents!!!

Sleeps for the weak baby, sleep when you’re dead ;)

Of course you're going to look after your man, he does so much for you, the least you can do is send him some money to treat himself!!! maybe a gift or two you dirty girl :3

I know I promised to upload this last night after work but I was sleepy. IM SORRY PLEASE FORGIVE ME

TW: edging, Si fucks himself with your dirty panties, smut, masterbation (Reader and Simon) its just fucking disgusting and dirty, but also kinda sweet <3

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Absolutely, holy shit. After your first phone call, you’re his, he makes that so unbelievably clear through his next letters. :)))

Telling you how much he craves you, how you’re the only thing on his mind, describing in intimate detail how his gonna touch you, kiss you, fuck you :((((

His so fucking desperate for you, to the point he actually gets enraged knowing he can’t touch you. Just the thought of you being on the other side of the wall makes his skin crawl, you’re right there, only thick cement dividing him from you :((

Its even worse knowing that he can’t do anything about it >:(

Si’s a problem solver, he prides himself on being able to weasel his way out of practically any situation without a problem, if that’s reducing his sentence down to basically nothing or getting away with his little late night phone calls with you. He always finds a way to make it work, but for the first time ever, he can’t fix this, his stuck here. No exceptions, no sweet talking to get what he wants, no amount of calculated manipulation could get him out of this situation, and it makes him go absolutely mad.

At this point he has a year left of his sentence, his so fucking close to being let back into society, so close to finally being with you :(((

Letting his emotions (and dick) cloud his judgment, driving him to think about making stupid decisions such as an attempted jail break would be absolutely the worst idea of his entire life.

Ohhhhh, but its so tempting :(

But it would just put more time between you and him, as much as he wanted you now, he knew it was only going to rip him away from you again in the long run :/

And that’s if his even successful, one night with you would mean the world to him, but it wasn't worth being thrown back in jail, only separating the two of you for longer :(

He just needed to sit tight, let the days roll on and try not to think about your soft moans through the shitty speaker of the prison phone. :(((

He absolutely asked you to be official after speaking to you for the first time. It drives him crazy knowing when guys try and hit on you at the bar, you smile brightly and tell them that you're his, his to keep.

One of the guards asked him what’s the first thing his going to do when he gets out, with a dopey smile he chuckles a little

“See ma’ missus mate” his so fucking cute, his actually so obsessed with you, so proud that you’re his ;))))

Of course the other inmates wouldn’t know, and technically he most definitely shouldn’t of told a guard, news spreads, but he couldn’t help it, it slipped out, and you know what, he was fucking proud of it :)))

You 100% would send him money and gifts, Si makes a little money, about £35 a week either cleaning, laundry duties, basic maintenance, basically anything the job program can offer him.

The only issue being when he first signed up, he made sure that all his money was payed into Price’s bank account. He didn’t want to risk using it, the whole reason he started the work program was because he wanted to try and set himself up once he got out, at least have some type of savings waiting for him on the other side. Every now and then he regrets it, but he knows its for the best :/

Learning that Si was so strict with his money that he didn’t treat himself to anything didn’t sit well with you….and its not like you’re struggling financially, you work a good job and your daddy is always willing to send money if you ever needed it!!!!

A hundred odd pounds a month isn’t going to leave any sort of dint in your bank account, so of course your going to send Si some money to treat himself!!! You’re such a sweet, sweet girl :(((, his sweet, sweet girl.

You start sending the maximum amount each month which comes out to about £150, its the least you can do!! His your boyfriend! he might be a felon, a little perverted and rough around the edges, but to you, his perfect :)))

His so grateful as well :(( treating himself to snacks :((( chocolate bars, skittles and gummy’s, buying himself a book or two, replacing his flat, stained pillow and ratted blankets, getting himself some actually nice soap and a new toothbrush, buying clothes that actually fit him!!

His muscles have grown so much since being locked up :3 there’s nothing else to do besides lift weights, work and sit around :((((

“Sweetheart, I want ya’ to know, the second I get out of here, imma treat you real nice, give ya’ everything I can, look after ya’, protect ya’”

and

“The minute I get ya’ home, its all about you, yeah? Imma lay ya’ down and eat ya’ like a starved man, overstimulate that little cunt till ya’ beggin’ me to stop, fuck ya’ so deep and hard that you’ll forget ya’ fuckin’ name, whatever ya’ want darlin’ its all yours, been lookin’ after me so well….. imma show ya’ how much I appreciate it, as ya’ can probably tell, i’m more a man of action, poetry an’t ma style baby ;)”

Definitely learns origami from other inmates, makes little paper swans and hearts for you, the paper always being a little stained from his dirty fingers, obvious crease marks showing his folded it the wrong way and had to reattempt :))))

God he knows how to treat a women :33333

But what I really want to get into are the gifts you send him…..;)

As I established in my last fics about you sending things to Si, you absolutely send him innocent gifts.

Photos, one of your favourite gold necklaces, an oversized tee that smells like your perfume…. Cute little personal things so he can have a piece of you, nothing crazy :3

I feel like you were reading a spicy romance book. It mentioned the main character stealing his lovers used panties out of her dirty laundry basket, very quickly and idea clicked in your brain :((((

You wanted it to be a surprise for him :(((( you didn’t mention it to him in your letters, only telling him your working on a little something that’s crafted just for him ;))

Waking up in the morning you make sure to fuck yourself with your fingers :((

Covering your panties with your juices, making sure their absolutely soaked in your cum :((

Rubbing your thighs together while you’re at work, soaking through your panties with your arousal :((( thinking about Si eating your pussy just like he promised while in important meetings, loosing focus…. your boss pulling you aside and asking if you’re okay :((

Scrambling to find an answer to explain your distracted behaviour and flushed cheeks >:(

He ends up sending you home because you’re distracting everyone with your aloofness :(( putting the rest of your team behind because you're a selfish girl with a dirty mind >:( can’t even focus in your workplace because Si’s dirty words have taken over every aspect of your thoughts >:(

At the end of the day your panties are ruined with your slick, soaked all the way through and smelling of your orgasm just like you planned ;))

And when Si received your thong obviously used??? :000000 he let out a low grunt....

Just the idea that you did this for him, fully confirming in his mind that you wanted him, craved him just as much as he craved you made something animalistic set off in his mind….

Because he received your package in the middle of the day, he couldn’t hide and tend to himself like normal >:((((((

He needed you now, he needed to fuck his cock NOW, not wait till his cell mates were asleep, his heavy balls ached and he knew if he didn’t relieve himself soon, his blue balls would become unbearable >:(((( aching and hurting with each step, uncomfortable and frustrated :(

Purposely being a dick and coursing havoc with his inmates so he can be locked up for his disruptive and disrespectful behaviour ;)))))

A shit eating grin when his in handcuffs being walked to his cell, knowing your panties are tucked into his boxers ;))))) his won yet again ;)

Like I’ve said before, and I’ll say it again, he ALWAYS gets what he wants :)))

The second his cell locks his ripping his hard, leaky cock out and wrapping your used panties around himself :((((

Pumping his fat dick, the friction of the fabric making it that much more satisfying :((((

Closing his eyes and imagining you walking around all day, turned on and flustered for him >:((((( the idea of you restricting yourself from fucking other men because you're his, knowing all you want is to be filled with dick, have the feeling of a real cock fucking you, not your cold, rubber dildo >:(

His precum mixing with your juices only turns him on more, knowing that this is the closest he’ll get to fucking your cunt for now :((

As his big hands slowly pump his dick, wanting to savour the moment, he lets out animalistic grunts, slowly speeding up and then slowing his pace, he edges himself almost whimpering when he refrains from his release yet again :(((

Something about holding back satisfies him, his training himself for you, getting ready for when he fucks you for the first time, wanting to hold out long enough that he can rip orgasm after orgasm out of you, forming a white rim of your cum around the base of his cock :(((

Grunted whispers of your name falling from his lips as he tries to hold back yet again, legs twitching and face getting hot as uncontrollable ropes of cum finally release from his vainy cock :(((

His never cum that much in his life, your panties damp with his semen, dick so sensitive that even the feeling of the fabric from his boxes makes him flinch >:(((

You’re such a good girl, always knowing how to please him, feels like you know him inside and out already ;)

You just wait until he gets his hands on you sweet girl ;)))

Y'all are so fucking obsessed with each other I CAN'T

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gtgbabie0 · 1 year

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Ouch!

{Spider-Man!Spencer comes home late with a gift and an apology}

I love this au so much it’s insane. I really hope you enjoy!! 💕

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2:23 am. The clock reads in bright red colours and you swear it’s taunting you, mocking you almost as you wait and wait for Spencer to return home. Angry felt like an understatement, you were beyond angry at this point and you blame him for making you sick with worry.

Spencer would normally send you a text at the very least, just to let you know he was coming home, but tonight, nothing, just complete radio silence. And now you were completely consumed with panic, a feeling that left a bitter taste in your mouth.

And that’s why you felt like throwing a pillow and a blanket at him as he clumsily climbs through your window, knocking his books off the shelves as he does, to tell him he’ll be sleeping on the sofa for the rest of the month.

But then he pulls off his mask, trying to catch his breath, his hair all messy and he gives you the biggest sweetest smile ever, eyes creasing with the action. He knows he’s messed up, big time.

“Baby- I’m sorry, I just-” he watches as you scoff before walking off into the bedroom, his smile drops and his eyebrows knit together with confusion, “Hey! Where are you going?” He asks, only to be met with the bedroom door in his face.

“Well now that I know you’re not dead, I’m going to sleep,” you tell him, and he winces slightly at the anger in your tone.

He didn’t mean to return so late, it was partly Derek's fault, he was the one who dumped all that paperwork on his desk, which made him late to his ‘late night parkour sessions’ as you so kindly called it.

Spencer rests his head against the wooden door, sighing softly, “I’m really sorry, can I come in-- please?” He asks, his voice so gentle that it almost makes you feel bad, “I really missed you today”, almost.

You contemplate packing a bag and calling Penelope, but then you would have to come up with a believable excuse because you couldn’t exactly tell her that Spencer, the same Spencer she’s been working with for years, is Spider-man.

He starts tapping the door to some rhythm in his head, “No, I don’t want to look at you right now” you tell him, hoping that he would just give in but that wasn’t exactly in Spencer’s nature.

Your words pain him more than you know, it hurts to hear but he couldn’t exactly blame you either, he knew you would worry.

He rummages through his brown shoulder bag looking for the necklace he and Derek brought. You wanted it for your birthday but it was sold out everywhere, then JJ had seen it on her way to work and immediately called Spencer, who was going to swing over to the jewellery shop, literally, but was soon stopped by Derek who said he’d go with him, something about Penelope having a rough week and wanting to treat her.

He holds the small purple box gently, thumb grazing over the velvet, sighing at the entire situation.

Then the door opens and a hopeful feeling blooms through his chest, “I’m going to get some water” and just like that it withers away.

He follows you out into the kitchen, his brown eyes full of guilt. He just wants to hold you again. “Sweetness, I was going to text you I swear- but then my phone” he admits holding up two pieces of his flip phone, snapped in half.

He’s about to go on a rant, explaining to you how it completely wasn’t his fault, how these guys were trying to rob this old woman on his way home, and Spencer being Spencer, plus the whole Spider-man thing, couldn’t just ignore it.

But you don’t let him, you guess you were just overcome with relief that he was alright, not bleeding out in some random alleyway, it kinda just hit you, washing over your tired body with haste as you threw your arms around his neck, bringing him close to you.

That same relief bleeds onto him, and with a heavy sigh as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. His arms encircling around you as he holds you close to him. He doesn’t want to let you go.

“I can’t keep paying for new phones” you whisper, trying to hold back the cries that wedge in the back of your throat with a giggle, and he chuckles softly shaking his head.

“You don’t have to, I’ll figure it out,” he says, pulling back slightly as he peppers gentle kisses all over your face, and his heart skips a beat at your soft laughter, the lovely sound only urges him to continue.

You’re hands cup either side of his cheeks as you look at him, studying his pretty face, “You really scared me tonight Spencer” you tell him, and he gives you an understanding look as he takes your hands in his, his thumb smoothing over the bumps of your knuckles.

“I know- I’m sorry, really-” you watch with slight confusion as he pulls out a small purple box from his pocket, “It won’t happen again, I promise” he whispers handing you the gift, he smiles watching with excitement as you open the box.

His heart stutters in his chest as he watches your eyes light up, glistening with joy as you look up at him, you go and say something but all that comes out is small gasps, and it makes the butterflies in his stomach all too prominent.

“I know this won’t make up for everything, and- and I’m not trying to buy your forgiveness, that’s not what I’m trying to do- I just want you to be-” and before you completely lose him to his panicked rambling, you push your hand against the back of his neck bringing him down as you kiss him, leaving him breathless.

He lets out a nervous chuckle, “S-so you like it?” He asks quietly, his lips against yours.

“I love it, thank you, baby,” you tell him, and he helps you put the necklace on, his gentle fingers grazing against your soft skin before you pull on his hand leading him into your bedroom with hushed giggles, your hearts full of love.

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avatarkv · 1 year

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(My heart is,) squeeze it apart, it’s fine.

✎ Synopsis ! The clan could sense Ao’nung’s brooding figure from a mile away, more hostile than ever. What more could he handle once he figures out you’re already spoken for?

Content & warning ¡ Ao'nung x Reader! They are both idiots in love. Second part to (Uh-oh! I think you're holding the heart of mine!)

“You have been out more recently,” The voice of your mother startled you, making you immediately stop dead on your tracks with a groan. You had not expected her to be home so early, especially that the day was just about to set. You sharply turned to her, shoulders tense, and tight-lipped. For a second, you felt younger– remembering the nights you stood the same after being caught red-handed for sneaking out and returning home late, but it was different this time and you know it.

“Eywa had blessed me lavishly,” You presented her your woven satchel full of banana, yovo, and a handful of other fruits. There wasn’t much meat, however, but you’ve caught enough that could last for days. You let it sit outside to clean later on, “Father won’t have to hunt for a few weeks.”

“Ao’nung had visited,” She eyed you knowingly, trying to put two and two together. “Again.”

You rolled your eyes and dropped your satchel from your sore shoulder. You were desperately trying to avoid him and while you have been successful in doing so, you could never escape your prying mother. Weeks had passed since Ao’nung apologized back at your safe place and you haven’t looked back since. You fled– feeling the weight of his words burn like acid rapidly spiraling out your stomach instead of the relief you’ve been yearning all these years.

Let me grow old with you and I promise to be wiser.

The way your face grimaced after, retracting from his touch so hurriedly was another punch to the gut.

Don’t go there, Ao’nung. You don’t know what you’re saying.

He said it so sincerely– so heart-wrenching that you would have given yourself right there and then, but you knew better than to quell his sorry conscience. You fled, leaving him with his bare heart in his hand with nothing but the whistling wind to accompany him. Only then did he realize how lonely it was to be there without you to fill in the spaces; how this sanctuary was just any other place without your presence. He left hours later.

The olo’eyktan’s son was still hopeful, despite the many blisters on his already red fingers and the sharp slaps from his sister– who knew weaving was this difficult? Tsireya was an unforgiving mentor, immediately scolding him for every wrong pattern and shaming him of his poor choice of color and beads. She was keen on helping him work on his apology; it would have been a big fat lie if she said he didn’t improve tremendously. (she’s pertaining to his development as a whole, not his weaving skills. he sucks ass, but he’s trying!)

He delivered the various handcrafted accessories himself as well as the tops and loincloths he made, hoping that you’d answer him personally– but he was always greeted by his mother and her sorry smile. She’s out hunting. I have not seen her since this morning. She left to train. Ao’nung would immediately slump his shoulders, bidding her goodbye with a frown gracing his features.

“You tire the poor boy,”

“And I am worn out myself, mother.” You argued.

“Then at least tell him,” She gave you a stern look, “If it’s not him, it’s Ts’ute.” The people were no stranger to gossip; their eyes could tell even the smallest of changes amongst the clan and they’re quick to spread it like wildfire, so it was no surprise either that you and the olo’eyktan’s son were the subject of everyone’s whispers. The usual shadow that trailed behind Ao’nung like a second tail was nowhere to be found anymore and he grew more hostile and impatient– it didn’t take long for everyone to take two and two together.

You weren’t just known for your obvious fondness towards Ao’nung– you were top of your class; strong-hearted and skillful, you’d be the talk amongst the men your age. The moment people got the memo, they were quick to advance– to knock on your door with their hearts to offer and your mother did not turn a blind eye to any of it, Ts’ute included. He was a fearless hunter himself and loved by many.

“Why must you determine my heart?”

“Because you cannot speak of what it desires most. You’re holding yourself back and you know it very well.”

You couldn’t think of any more reply because you knew damn well she was right, so you headed right for the exit. On your way out, you were face to face with an eager Ts’ute. His ears lifted in surprise and you fought back the groan that threatened to leave your mouth. You gave him a tight-lipped smile, slightly nodding to acknowledge his presence. “Ma __, I come bearing fruits from our hunt.”

You walked past him, hands tightly gripping the satchel that bore a few fruits you wished to give Tsireya. “And have you forgotten I was a part of that very hunt, Ts’ute? I’ve brought enough for my family, share it with others instead.”

He hurriedly ran beside you, “Then allow me to walk with you, please.”

You let him join you, eyes scanning the place for your friend while you walked. You could feel him stealing glances, admiring the way your forehead would slowly crease or how you bit your bottom lip when you were deep in thought. “You are meaner to yourself than he ever was, have you realized that? You still seek for him” Ts’ute suddenly said, head turning to look at him.

You sighed, already knowing where this conversation would lead. “It is not my intention. You cannot just undo years of me pining over him, it’s not easy to just– unlearn something you have terribly lived for all your life.” your head hung low in shame as you rambled. It was wrong for you to vent about another man to your suitor, but you couldn’t help but pour your frustrations out on him.

“Believe me, I know.” He grabbed your wrist to stop you from walking any farther. His hand caressed your cheek and as much as you tried to appreciate the warmth of his calloused palm, it was foreign and distant. He wasn’t him and you resented the fact that you still did seek for him. You felt extremely guilty with the way he looked at you; still full of anticipation– of hope and you hate to be the one to crush it completely. “Tell me you want this, __, or you’ll never hear from me ever again.”

You thought about it. You really did. Ts’ute was an absolute catch, the clan’s golden boy. You’d be happy with him and you know it, but the thought lingered on the back of your mind— Ao’nung. Oh great mother, even if he was nowhere to be seen, he was still able to become a pain in your ass. You appreciated Ts’ute, truly, but the olo’eyktan’s son was a different kind of stubborn that you couldn’t just shake off.

You loved him— adored him to no end and while you hated him for it, Eywa makes no mistakes. With a solemn sigh, you could only give him an apologetic look, borderline embarrassed. “I’m sorry, Ts’ute.” You took his hand that caressed your face, “You deserve a love that could reciprocate, but I believe I have been spoken for all my life.”

He retracted his hand from your hold, much to his dismay, and only nodded his head in defeat. “Tsireya is just near the shore. You should find her there.”

He left you there completely unmoving. Unbeknownst to you, the same gaze lingered from a far, watching the scene unfold. Ao’nung’s grasp tightened around the necklace he had just finished and knew there and then that he was a lost man already and he was the only one to blame. He couldn’t bear how his heart sank, but he also couldn’t walk away, almost like it anchored his entirety down.

He left an hour later, necklace buried somewhere on the sand and his heart near it.

You had not heard of Ao’nung for weeks and it confused you terribly– no sight of him nor any news. It was like he vanished from your eyes, never to be seen again. The gifts stopped coming as well and although you never properly acknowledged it, you kept one of his hand-crafted bracelets around your wrist. It felt right to have something of his near. You hoped for another chance to rekindle inside, even just a tiny speck of light that could encourage you to keep holding onto the already seeping warmth of fondness– to tell you that turning Ts’ute down was a good thing and you had not just doomed your romance forever.

And right now, you felt ridiculed– on top of that, alone. You were back at your safe place after all the time you’ve neglected it, peacefully washing your hair and removing the braids and beads. You hummed while you got rid of all the little shells and situated them between the rocks, not noticing the approaching figure behind.

“Congratulations,” You visibly flinched, immediately turning your head to the devil itself. Ao’nung sat on the edge, slightly swinging his feet on the water.

“Congratulations? What are you doing here– where have you been?” You couldn’t help the questions. This very man was gone only to reappear with a congratulations. You were out of your mind, even going as far as saying that his presence was only a hallucination from all the days you kept wishing for him.

“I have heard.” His vague responses were only drilling further your curiosity and it did not help the growing frustration that slowly spiraled from your stomach.

“I do not know what you mean, Ao’nung.”

“You’ve chosen,” his lips would close tightly and his shoulders would slump from every sharp short breath he took. It was an impulsive decision for him to march here, to finally have the guts to face you. He couldn’t run from it anymore– he had to face the consequences of his own stupidity. “And I wish you happiness, really. I really, really, really do,”

“Ao’nung–”

“I hope you get everything your heart has ever yearned for and I hope to never hear a thing about it,” His voice was shaky, words tumbling over one another. Ao’nung had lowered his body down the water to come near you and you moved not even one bit. You took in the raw emotions written all over his face; the desperation in his tone, his vulnerable stance– he came bare and absolutely miserable. “It’s selfish of me, __, truly selfish of me, but I will never be satisfied.”

“Ao’nung, please let me talk.”

“My title, everything– I would have let it be damned. I would have gladly stepped down to take your hand instead.”

You exhaled deeply and frustratedly reached up to cup his face, finally closing the gap between you and Ao’nung. For a moment, he was too stunned to respond, breath hitching and heart entirely warm to the core– the kiss spoke of all the things left unsaid. He held your nape to deepen the kiss and it was like a dam had burst inside you. Your lips were soft and he was a starved man– you were everything he had terribly craved for and he wanted nothing more than to feel every inch of you against him. You could feel your heart pounding against his chest and you knew that his was racing just as quickly.

He was wrong– so wrong. To push you away, to embarrass you, everything. It didn’t matter if it took him forever to make it up to you, didn’t matter if he had to bleed out and show you his heart himself. He was an idiot, an idiot beyond grateful that you still took him in.

“I declined Ts’ute,” You said, breathless.

“I think the kiss explained enough, alright.” He chuckled and you could only push him away in embarrassment, the confidence completely leaving your entirety the moment his cockiness returned. Ao’nung pulled you back in an embrace, his eyes never leaving yours and you swore the butterflies inside your stomach fluttered violently– he looked at you like you had hung the stars yourself, so delicate and full of love. “I see you, __. I mean it.”

“You better.”

☆ mauve here! i know i said i was gonna include neteyam BUT MY HEART COULDNT CHOOSE BETWEEN THEM bec yk im running to neteyam in an instant. not edited nor proof read so feel free to point out any mistakes! i am extremely tired and it's quarter to 4 in the morning. idk if this felt rush augh

tags: @aonungsmate @dearstell (it felt appropriate to add you in the tag, but if it bothers you i will gladly put it down immediately !!)

#mauve writes ☆#ao'nung #ao'nung x reader #ao'nung x fem!reader #angst #avatar #avatar the way of water #tsireya #aonung

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outerbankspov · 1 year

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Hiii can you write some things about drew x reader, where they go to their honeymoon (in a place hot and chill). They talk about the future and having kids (they try), and when they come back home surprise family and friends with this news!!🫶🏻🥹

(That can be smut but sweet and soft🤭)

I’m obsessed with this 🥹 (my love I’m sorry for how late I’m responding. I’m writing now!)

-warning- smut/ fluff overload. Maybe a few misspelling.

He woke you up when the plane landed. Kissing your head and whispering that we’ve already. You slowly open your eyes and smiles. “Ready?” He ask, as excited as a kid on Christmas. You nod and he grabs your hand. The ride was quiet to the home you was staying. Drew kissing your forehead every minute he gets as you snooze again. So exhausted from all the traveling.

“Drew! This is so beautiful” You beam as you let go of his hands and explore the beautiful home. “I knew you would like it” He smiles and scoops you up from behind making you gasp. “I love this Drew, thank you” kissing his lips. “There is a hot tub” he whispers lowly in your ear. “And I packed your most sexy bathing suit even tho you look sexy in all” You grin at him and you both run to the room and change. You get in first and wait for Drew to walk in looking like a fucking goddess. "Hi Mrs Cameron” after a couple of drinks you both decided to take a bath and relax with champagne.

“How about- one girl and one boy” he says while you lay against his back, hands tangled into one another. You hum and look up at him. “Why so she can be daddy’s girl” you say and he grins. “Hell yes. The boy would look like me but be a mommy’s boy and the girl she would adore me!” You smile and moved your whole body around. Sitting between his parted legs and place your knees to your chest and admire your husband. “You’re serious?” You ask in awe of this whole conversation. His eyes meet yours and nods. “Dead. How about you?” You let out a happy sigh and nod. “Always, I think about us moving to a quiet place and having those two amazing kids! We work but make it function able, we will get a dog for the kids and maybe think about having another after a few years” he smiles and you can’t even take it your heart is on fire. You lay in his lap and kisses him all over the face. “How about we make our future come true” you say slowly as you dip your hand underneath the water and grasp his dick.

“Oh y/n” Drew moans as his head falls back. Stomach clenching. “Want me to put a baby in you?” You moan at the way he said it, it dripped with lust and adoration. “Please Drew! Want the family. The house, the dog. You.” You say breathlessly as you grind on his hard cock. He grabs your hips and carefully pulls you down onto his dick, you moan out loud and kiss him as you you move up down. He was being so gentle with you, his big hands holding onto your ass cheeks as he pulls you and helps you role your hips. It made you sob in his neck as you wrap your arms around his neck and tries to move impossibly closer to him. He chuckles and kisses your hair. “I got you hon!” He whispers and you nod with a smile at how gentle he was and how it felt SO GOOD. “You have no idea how lucky I am.” He grunts as he continues to help you move. “Drew- I’m-” you clench around him and he moans. “Close?” He grits through his teeth. “Yes Drew. So so close. Please put a baby in me” you beg. He nods and holds your hips as he moves above you: “shit shit shit” you cry out as you moan out his name. He cums with you and empties himself into you. You slum down some and he holds you. “I really hope I get pregnant” you say with soft eyes on him. He rubs your back and kisses your lips. “And I hope I got you pregnant” he smiles.

After drying off you both laid in bed. You both are here for the next week and are so excited! “So a girl and boy huh?” You break the silence. He looks down at you and smiles. “Yeah. Minnie you and me running around the house. Waking up up in the mor-” “oh jeez” you interrupted him and hide your face in his bicep. “Go on” your voice muffled as you smile. “Making them lunch every morning. Having lunch dates.” He kisses your cheeks. “I really would love that” you both stay in silence and fall asleep with a full heart. A week past and you run out of the bathroom with joy. “DREW!” You shout, cheeks hurting at this point. “Baby? What’s up?” You walk into the bedroom and climes onto his lap. “I have a surprise” you bite your lip and he raises his brow. You slowly pass him a close tissue and he opens it and doesn’t Speak for 30 seconds. He looks at you and his eyes gets wide. “We- we’re pregnant?” His voice is so gentle you wanna to melt into a puddle. “Yes! Yes” you shout and he pulls you into a big hug. “My girl. My girl” he kisses your lips multiple times and you giggle. “I love you so much” he mumbles on your lips. “And I love you”.

Driving into the driveway at your mothers house where you and Drew family and friends gather you look at him and grabs his hand. “You ready” you ask. He kisses your hands. “Never been more ready in my whole life.” You both Leave the car and enter the house. “Finally the married couple” Brooke smiles and pulls me into a hug. “Everyone is waiting in the living room. Since IM your favorite sister in law…. Can you tell me first” she bites her lip in excitement. You look up at Drew and he nods. “I’m pregnant” you close your eyes in excitement. “No freaking way!” She softly says and gives me and Drew a hug. “God bless you both” she smiles. We walk into the living room and greets everyone. “Okay guys! We have some news” Drew announces and holds my hand. He looks down and at me and nods. “We’re pregnant” you and Drew say it at the same time and everyone starts smiling wildly. “What??” Both Drew and your parents walk up to you both. “Congratulations. You both are gonna make amazing parents I just know it” his mom says. “Thank you so much.” After talking and smiling.. and crying in happiness it all settles down and drew kisses your lips. “Me and you forever ”.

#outer banks #obx #drew starkey #rafe cameron x smut #baby daddy drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey smut #outer banks smut #rafe cameron x reader #drew starkey imagine

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wrenreid · 11 months

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Off Limits

contains: sexual intercourse

Part Twenty-Six

Being left in bed naked and alone was not exactly how I pictured my first time to end, but I know it wasn’t personal. He left because he had to. Because my father might take his glock out and act irrationally if he sees his favorite agent with his only daughter. I’m not saying he’d actually shoot Spencer, but he might scare the piss out of him.

My father gets home just as I slip back into bed dressed in pjs. He doesn’t say goodnight because it’s late, and I’m sure he assumes I’m asleep.

I would be asleep. Should be. But I can’t even think to rest my eyes. I’m not one to think that first kisses and first times are that big of deal. It’s not like having sex is a life altering event. And I most definitely do not feel like a whole new person.

Books and movies make it seem like a huge deal. But it’s really not. However, I do think this will change our relationship a bit. Hopefully bring us closer. Honestly, I’m really not sure what will change between us.

I do know one thing. I’m officially his girlfriend. He’s officially my boyfriend. We’re official. Which feels good. After years of crushing on him and months of sneaking around and having fun with him, we’re finally together.

I know I said fuck it if she’s off limits, but goddamn do I feel guilty. I hate feeling guilty. I’m sick of it actually. No one should feel guilty about dating anyone. But I can’t help it. It’s wired into my subconscious.

Jade is finally my girlfriend. We had a great night together. I should be happy. Well, I am happy but I’m also feeling guilty and a little dumb.

Of course I didn’t have sex with her just to spite her father, but he did have something to do with it. They all did. They pushed me a little too far and I finally caved in to what I’ve been resisting. But I wanted it, I’ve wanted it for a while, so it’s not like their teasing was my only reason for sleeping with her.

Just as I’m about to text her the next morning, I get a call from Hotch saying we need to go to Quantico for another case. I was hoping to see Jade today since we didn’t get to talk after we had sex. But I guess that’s out the window. I grab my pre-packed go bag after getting dressed then head to work.

(skipping time because goddamn i am bored with this story… sorry)

The sneaking around that once stressed the hell out of me has kind of become fun. I mean there’s a type of thrill that comes with dating your boss’s “off limits” daughter.

Jade and I have had a fun few weeks. We’ve connected more, spent as much time together as we can, and have honestly had a lot of sex.

We’re both still getting used to our new relationship, but we’re in it together.

I spend the night with Spencer as often as I can without my dad getting suspicious. He thinks I’m either with a friend, at a party, or whatever other minuscule lie I tell him.

The lying and sneaking around is fun. I’m finally getting the experience I never had in high school. I would obviously love if I could date Spencer and not have to lie about it, but the secrecy of it all is thrilling.

It makes the sex just hotter.

After having sex on the couch, then moving it to his bedroom for more space, Spencer and I lay on the mattress together. Our hands intertwine, fiddling with our fingers.

“Want to know something a little ironic?” I ask him as his thumb rubs across the back of my hand.

Spencer shifts a bit to face me. “What’s that?”

“In 7th grade health class, us girls were all given purity rings, misogynistic, I know. I think I still have mine.”

“Give it to me.” As he says this, something in his face changes.

“What?” I question, a slight chuckle releasing from my lips.

“It’s technically mine now. It only seems accurate and fair for me to have it.”

I laugh a little once again, my cheeks burning pinker than they ever have. He’s dead serious. Something about the look in his dark eyes makes me want to go for round two right now.

I think he has the same idea. Spencer leans in, his lips kissing mine. I kiss him back immediately, my tongue sliding in his mouth. As we kiss, his hand slides down my body and he slips a finger between my folds to touch my already sensitive clit.

“You’re still wet,” he says. “Good girl.”

I moan into his mouth, moving my hips back and forth as I ride his fingers. His lips find their place on his neck and tits, sucking on the places he’s already left his mark on. It stings a little, but the pain feels good.

“God, Spencer,” I whine as he sinks his teeth into my flesh, not enough to damage my skin but enough to hurt a bit.

I beg him to touch me harder and faster, and he obliges, fingering me as I moan into his ears.

After a minute, I’m so needy that I take matters into my own hands. I sit up then place myself onto his lap, guiding his dick inside me with my hand. I roll my hips back and forth, watching his face as I ride him.

“Holy fuck,” he whines. “You’re so hot, baby.”

The way his length hits inside me as I bounce on him has me louder than I’ve ever been. He lifts one of his hands up to quiet me so his neighbors don’t hear. I personally, don’t care if they hear us. I want them to know how good he feels and wish they could feel this way.

He releases his hand after a while, holding my hips and occasionally slapping my ass while I ride him. He bucks his hips upward to meet mine, making his dick hit inside me harder.

“Fuck,” I moan, dragging out the word.

He’s moaning louder than usual too. My hands that were scratching down his chest land on his throat, choking him.

“Is this okay?” I ask.

He’s done it to me before but I haven’t done it to him while we’ve fucked.

“Very,” he nods.

As I finish, I bite into his shoulder, quieting my moan of his name. He finishes not long after me.

The next morning, Jade comes into the bullpen, she’s walking toward me. everyone’s looking. My face is red already, and she hasn’t done anything. I have no idea what she’s doing.

“My dad told me to give this to you,” she says, handing me an envelope. She smiles sweetly then turns toward the elevators.

She was bringing her father lunch and was in his office for a bit, eating with him as he worked.

I let out a soft, relieved breath. I open the letter. There’s a paper, and written on it in neat handwriting is “I think this belongs to you.” Taped to the paper is a small, silver ring with the word “promise” on it. I’m definitely blushing hard and trying to suppress a smile.

“You getting fired, reid?” Morgan teases.

“Totally,” I joke casually, my mind far away from Morgan’s question.

I slip the ring in my pocket before folding up the note and safely putting it away in my desk.

I think that little word engraved on the inside of the ring has a new meaning now.

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gabessquishytum · 5 months

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Sorry for a non-horny request lol, but I am going crazy with this idea. This is not exactly romantic but it's upto you if you want to make it such.

Warning: major character death

Morpheus de Endless, is a grumpy old man, who has a number of health issues. He also happens to be a best selling author of all time but he does have some controversies surrounding him, most notedly his high profile divorce with a famous artist with whom he had a son but the baby died only a year later. It is said that Mr. De Endless excused himself from his public life after this incident, still that didn’t stop him from suffering a lot under Rodrick Burgess in whose publishing company he worked. Now, at the age of 65, Morpheus de Endless is an isolated man who only lets his doctor visit him once a week.

And then, his family decides that he needs a caretaker. A decision Morpheus absolutely hates because he can take care of himself, but still a care taker is hired. On Monday morning, a young man, probably in his late 20s or early 30s comes to his mansion and takes on all the responsibilities with ease. He is incharge of all the medicines, food (though Morpheus barely eats, taking Morpheus to parks to feed the birds and other things.

Morpheus doesn't like this new man, but he cannot argue with his elder sister about it anymore so he just settles on grumply leaving left over food on his plate or intentionally not having medicines.

Meanwhile, Hob is astonished by this man. It was as if a 10 year old lived in the body of a 60 something man. And Hob was trying really hard to make Mr. De Endless take care of himself, to keep himself alive. Because Hob knew, in fact on the first glance he knew, that Morpheus de Endless didn’t want to live anymore. So he tries his best.

Then one day, he blows up on Mr. De Endless, shouting that the man should at least try to look on the brighter side, to at least maintain a schedule instead of killing his body slowly everyday. And Morpheus understands miraculously. He doesn't like it, but to just make Hob’s job easier he improves his habits a bit. From here, things start getting easier, Morpheus genuinely enjoyes his trip to the park with Hob and even those conversations in the silence of the night in the comfort of his home office where Hob tells him about a family he had lost long ago and in return Morpheus tells him about his son, whom he dearly misses.

Now, here, either we can go for happy ending, or a bitter-sweet one. Personally I am all for some bitter-sweet cake so here we go: one morning, Morpheus wakes up and steals Hob’s bicycle. He has a camera with him which he used a lot in his youth and he uses it now after years to capture the beauty of modern London. He had not explored London like this in 20 years and his heart is full for the first time after losing his child. He also uses a pay phone to call his younger brother who lives in a separate country and they have a heartfelt conversation.

Then he returns home at evening only to be reprimanded by Hob and his elder sister for disappearing like that but Morpheus honestly doesn't mind. When the next morning Hob checks up on him he finds Morpheus dead in his bed. Of course a whole day of cycling for a man with heart conditions is bad news. But he did leave a letter behind for Hob, thanking him for making his last days better than ever.

Ah, thank you for sharing this with me!! It's such a sweet story. I really do love the idea of Hob being this positive spark in Morpheus’s life. He's retreated in on himself, grown used to being alone and become a little resentful of a world that doesn't seem to want him. Then Hob comes in with his stories, his gentle routine and his all around youthfulness. Morpheus finds it annoying: Hob is loud, careless, a little selfish. But then one day Hob has him sit down and flick through his old photos. And Morpheus recollects that he was also once loud, careless and selfish when he was young. He starts cutting Hob some slack, and Hob in turn also becomes more patient. He learns not to be frustrated by Morpheus’s moods, to be kind instead. They find things in common instead of bickering. Sometimes Hob stays the night with Morpheus and they talk about everything, or just fall asleep together. There's love between them now, and it really doesn't matter what kind of love. They both needed it.

Poor Hob. Losing Morpheus is so unexpected, because he was sure that despite his frailty he would live a little longer. He could have had 20 years. Hob sits with the birds and just cries and cries because he loves Morpheus so much and they barely even had a year together.

But he has the camera, and that evidence of Morpheus’s last day. Pictures of strangers and buildings and pigeons. They all mean so much and they're bursting with love. Hob will hang onto those. And he's not sure if and when, but one day he'll hold Morpheus’s hand again, and they'll look at the pictures together.

#the sandman #dreamling #cw major character death #cw grief

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ka0ila · 8 months

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| Late

Pairing- Seungmin X Reader [9th member]

Argument, Problematic, Sensitive topic

Genre- Angst

Warnings- Angst, Smut, Degradation, Miscarriage, Sensitive topics [MDI!]

It had been going for days. Him coming back home late, for which i couldn’t care less because i had my own dead lines. I come back in the dorms usually expecting Seungmin to not be home. To my surprise i see him on the sofa on his phone,

“you’re back” he said without glancing at me. To which i simply nodded not caring whether he noticed or not. I was pissed at him, both of us are busy but i still atleast leave him one text a day to which he doesn’t bother to reply to. And him being in my dorm after weeks acting everything’s normal, pissed me off even more.

“you’re late?” Seungmin passed a snarky remark, “and you’re never?” i scoff. I wasn’t in the mood to argue or even talk but now if that’s what he wants, sure. “where were you?” Seungmin asked, “had work.” i simply replied while getting a glass of water for myself. “i searched the entire company, you weren’t there.”

Seungmin finally kept the book down, “what is this about seungmin, be fucking straight.” i look at him, placing the glass harshly on the counter top even before taking my first sip, “you know what i’m talking about” Seungmin said scoffing, “no seungmin, i fucking don’t. i dont know whatever you’re on, maybe i should be the one asking you, what the fuck do you want?” and i finally snapped. i was avoiding it, but it was about time.

nobody in the group ever tried to interfere in out arguments, ever. i looked at chan enter and leave, it was understandable, truly.

“seungmin you fucking don’t bother to even text me and now you’re mad at me? mad at me for what? because i didn’t bother to tell my whereabouts to my boyfriend who doesn’t even bother to see my text? or infact come home? or even tell me he’s gonna be late? sure.” i said chuckling.

“Oh don’t act like it’s my fault here, you would’ve done the same, if you were busy stop this whole blaming game” Seungmin said in his meanest tone.

“Yeah? maybe i should seungmin, fucking fine.” with that, i rush to the door and leave the dorms.

I needed time, it was too fucking much. We’re obviously not how we used to be.

“Stop leaving, (y/n), stop running away.” Seungmin said in a low voice. For some reason, it broke me. I stopped dead on my tracks, looking at the door with blank eyes, “i.. i leave seungmin? leave what? you? are you even there for me to leave you?”

“the world doesn’t revolve around you (y/n) i can’t always be here!”

“when are you? when are you here seungmin?” i said slowly looking back at him.

“i’ve been busy, why can’t you understand?” Seungmin said clenching his teeth.

“and i’m not? i understand you’re busy but the least you could do is atleast see my text? you know how shitty it makes me feel? you know i feel like im clingy and you’re tired of me.” i said,

“oh god, you know what, maybe i am.” with that, he turned away and made his way to his room.

that’s it. that’s fucking it. with that i open the door to leave but suddenly fall on the ground because of the striking pain in my stomach, blood..? why is there blood..? was i.. pregnant? “(y/n)? are you okay?!” i heard Minho and Hyunjin shout, “i.. i don’t..” and i passed out.

“hyung..?”

i got my consciousness back, but didn’t feel like opening my eyes, i was too tired. i could hear someone talking but wasn’t able to make out who it was. “she’s most likely to wake up soon, i’ll take my leave now, make sure she’s not stressed the moment she wakes up.” with that i heard the door open, where was i? “yes, doctor.” i hear a shaky voice, was it seungmin?

“im so sorry.. i.. it’s all my fucking fault.. i’m sorry (y/n)… we lost our baby, im so, so sorry.”

what?

i was broken, i had killed our baby, it was all my fault.

all my fault.

i couldn’t forgive myself, ever, i had been so.. so ignorant towards her, fuck. what will i do when she wakes up? i’m too ashamed for her to even see me. i get up, i didn’t deserve to be here, “where are you going?” i heard her speak, for some reason, i felt paralysed, unable to speak, move, react.

“are you gonna leave now, too?” no, no, no, how could i.

my head hung low, “i’m so.. so sorry,” something fell down my face, tears? was i crying? i couldn’t bring myself to look at her, at all. “i didn’t know either seungmin, it’s not your fault, i know you would’ve not behaved the way you did if you knew” i heard her speak in a small voice.

how can she say that? it still doesn’t justify what i did, no, not at all.

“it doesn’t justify the fact i was a jerk to you all these weeks (y/n). i feel ashamed that i realised after this happened, i too ashamed to even ask for your forgiveness, i..”

“isn’t it a bit too late seungmin?”

so, this had been in my drafts for quite a while now. personal opinion, i don’t like it. but i had to post something for yall, i have seriously no motivation these days, im so sorry :(

note: lmk if yall want a part 2 of this.

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colossalcriminal · 2 months

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Crossover??

Hey, I know I've got requests waiting but I am being worked like a dog and have no motivation, I will get to them this summer in June! (which I know is a long way away, I'm sorry)

Was playing Detroit: Become Human and the Last of Us this week and I was thinking about how cool it would be to kinda have a crossover?

Say the whole android revolution takes place in or pre-2003, (on a whim that in this fictional story, society was more developed in 2003), and then the outbreak happens. Reader worked alongside Connor and Hank on the deviant case, and we'd probably get the ending where the revolution failed. Dum dum dum, outbreak happens, Reader, Connor and Hank are separated.

Reader ends up in the Boston quarantine zone and meets Joel, romance ensues. 2023, they're on their journey to get Ellie to the fireflies and meet Tommy in Wyoming. Reader, Joel and Ellie encounter Connor. (who as an android looks pretty much the same, maybe a little rugged, compared to a matured reader who would most likely be in her 40s?)

I know a lot of you like a younger reader (trust me, i do too, i live for that shit, seriously like 20s reader and 50s Joel drives me feral, as a girl with daddy issues), so to accommodate the younger!reader aspect I could write it as reader in her mid/late 30s, and she was a teenager during the outbreak, maybe even Hank's daughter who was a little too involved in policing because she couldn't mind her own business.

Either way, I think Hank would be dead, Connor and Reader would have a tense but emotional reunion because they went through a lot together, I think I'd write deviant Connor or the idea that Connor was always a deviant from the beginning. I also like the idea, whether reader is in her 30s or 40s, that her and Joel have a kid together, too. If she's in her 40s, the kid could be a teenager around Ellie's age and tagging along with them, if she's in her 30s, maybe she's pregnant or something like that (someone give me an idea for this. I would like the idea of Joel and reader having a child younger than 10, but I feel like this would be unrealistic on their journey with Ellie). Either way, the whole kid thing kinda showcases a progression in life that Connor won't have as an android.

If reader is in her 40s, maybe I could sneak in a past crush she had on Connor, or some kind of unspoken connection they had that could've never come to a relationship due to their difference in species. Same with 30s reader, but I think I'd go more along the lines of she had a crush on him and looked up to him, as she would be a teenager during the rebellion times. I could clarify a bond between them, but nothing mutually romantic as that is creepy, and I think it's pretty normal for a teenage girl to have crushes. (i did, but I also have problems lmfao, she probably does too because hello???? she saw a rebellion and then an APOCALYPSE)

I WANT TO WRITE THIS SO BAD LET ME KNOW IF YOU WANT TO SEE IT. COMMENT, MESSAGE ME, ANYTHING, PLEASE.

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nightmaresmakeme · 27 days

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Sirius was sitting alone on the Astronomy Tower with a bottle of fire whiskey, contemplating life and just how much it sucked. He and Remus had broken up about a week before and things were just so awkward now. Even in the group. James was being strange and distant with everyone, Remus was just being weird now, and Peter just seemed so on edge and anxious. Sirius hated it and he hated feeling like it was his fault. What was he supposed to do if he didn't feel like he loves Remus anymore? Led him on? He had done the right thing this time, so why did it suck so bad?

"Goddamnit not you" a snarky voice from behind him said. Sirius spun around and standing there was fucking Snape. The last person he wanted to see.

"Fuck off, cant you see I'm drowning my sorrows alone right now?" Sirius snapped back.

"I would but I came up here to drown my own sorrows, and you're already dead from what I can see so you should just go back to your stupid friends and get pissed with them" Snape responded with a glare as Sirius noticed the familiar bottle that Snape had in his hand.

Sirius laughed bitterly for a moment, "That's why I'm up here dumbass, those are the sorrows I'm fucking drowning. I'm too tired to fight you tonight so just sit down and drink or something. It sucks drinking alone and someone you hate is better than no one at all." Sirius shrugged. Snape was the last person he wanted around but also he might be the only one who would fucking sit here with him tonight.

Snape stood there for a moment before muttering and sitting down in the general area of where Sirius was but not very close to him at all. "If I must" Snape said with a long suffering sigh.

As the night went on, both of them got more drunk and began to actually talk to each other in a way. Venting about their problems and friends and grades. Sirius never thought that he would talk to Snape and not hate every second. They insulted each other of course but it lacked the normal sober heat and hatred. And Sirius hated the way that the alcohol made Snape's eyes shine more and made him not look so greasy.

"You said that the answer was quill feathers!! What idiot thinks that! Clearly you have no brain and your head is just full of your stupid frizzy hair!"

"As if you have any room to talk about my hair! Besides, I was joking in class about the quill feathers, everyone knows that."

"what about my hair?"

"uh you know it's so greasy and long that it looks like someone spilled pitch black ink all over your head and you somehow made that fucking work which is the real kicker-"

"what?"

Sirius shut his mouth quickly. What the fuck had he been saying? He had drunk too much and it was getting way too late. Yea that's all. Yea.

"It was nothing don't worry about it. I'm just drunk."

"No, I don't think I will. Because it just sounded like you find me attractive in some way and I'm not going to let you gloss over that."

"uh- you- I'm gay! I'm gay, am I not allowed to find blokes attractive? Are you homophobic??"

"I'm not homophobic!! I'm bisexual! I'm sorry I didn't expect the guy who fucking bullied me for years to find me attractive!"

"Yeah, well, I didn't expect it either ok?! I'm sure it shocked both of us! I can't help it if I think that your eyes look like obsidian in the moonlight! I can't-"

Sirius dropped his head in his hands and groaned lowly. He was never going to live this down ever. Snape would hold this over him forever.

"You have to be the biggest idiot in this whole school. I hate you. I hate you so much. You are the reason why I regret waking up every morning."

Sirius raises his head to see that Snape had gotten very close to him. He was staring directly into his eyes, both gazes intense yet Sirius' face was flushed.

"And I hate you too. It doesn't matter if I think your fit, I still hate you and your snarky attitude."

Snape grabbed Sirius' shirt sleeve and narrowed his eyes.

"I'm glad we can agree on something."

Then Snape pulled him closer, hesitating just before their lips touched, as if to give him time to push him off, and yet Sirius didn't. He couldn't explain it but he wanted whatever was about to happen. He reached out and grabbed Snape's shirt in return and pulled him closer to close the gap.

(lemme know if you want the continuance?? Smut?? No?? I'm joking?? Am I?? Who knows)

#harry potter #mauraders #maurders era #sirius x severus #SiriusxSnape #blackprince #starprince

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fortunesfavours · 4 months

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time travel in ten - sequential narrative collage piece done for my class, Artifact.

ramblings below the cut for those interested in the process/life update for friends who have noticed i've been gone

right lmao. i had two weeks to do this project and had a completely different idea that i just could not get myself to be excited about. emailed my prof in desperation, but it being like 10 pm meant that she was not about to respond. within 30 minutes, as it goes, i got struck with divine inspiration by whatever force of nature governs procrastination-induced genius, and i promptly spent the next 12 waking hours non-stop working on this.

my class, artifact, is a requirement for the foundation year at the college i attend. it centers around time-based media, ranging from the sequential illustration here to video later in the semester, and a bunch of other projects designed to get us thinking in 4d. artifact is the theme of the class - my peers are doing the same projects under a variety of different themes (tragically, haunting filled up too quickly and i missed out on enrollment in that one).

our first project was designing an artifact and doing a write-up of the story behind it. the girl to my left made beaded spiders members of a fictional cult carried. the guy across from me made an amulet of a long-dead god. you get the vibes. mine, which I still need to take professional photos of, is a pocketwatch that lets you time travel. cause, yknow. i'm me. it was gonna be about time travel.

i had originally intended to do a bunch of drawings of the watch's owner, building out her backstory and the world she lives in, and explaining why the watch exists,,,, then i couldn't bring myself to pick up the stylus. I just can't seem to find the energy for my usual digital art (sorry friends i miss yall i'm still here i swear).

here's the bit about my life so feel free to stop reading if you just care about the art 👍

I haven't drawn fanart or my ocs in months now, since last semester, and I miss it a whole bunch but right now that creative energy just. is not happening. i don't plan on abandoning it forever by any means, but p much everything i have is going towards school right now. sad as that is, i'm having so much fun, and i'm so proud of the technical improvements i've made. I've got so many things i want to create, mostly for my ocs. i still love crit role, but i've fallen of campaign three. i don't have the time, and the story hasn't been engaging me for a bit.

i've been really into dr who lately, and am eagerly waiting for the spare time to sit and watch all of candela obscura. i'm in a new dnd game. i've got friends! real life friends! irl friends who called me the wizard friend within a few hours of knowing me before i even opened my mouth about dnd lmao. i've discovered a new love of collage, and i've just declared my major in something unique to my school, a program called Studio for Interrelated Media. i'll be learning about illustration still through the extra electives i'll have room for, but i also get to explore printmaking in more depth, as well as event planning, installation, curation, and theatre work as well.

i miss being on here a whole bunch and want to be more active when i get more time. don't plan on abandoning this blog by any means. boston has been kind to me, and though i have had some Real Low Points, i've also been living the life i've hoped for since i was a kid. i'm good, really really good.

to my friends, ily, i miss you, and i hope you're well. can't wait to catch up on all yalls art and fic. sending all my love. <3

#my art #collage #mixed media

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appalachianapologies · 3 months

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okay so I was tagged by @lailuhhh and @rosieblogstuff and I think one other person (i am so sorry i forgor) many days ago and i am finally doing the first sentence of ten works thing. I guess the general consensus is no one knows whether or not this is for WIPs or posted things so like many others I'll just do a combo of both :D

From a wip that is uhhhh 22k and counting long, titled in my google docs as simply "fuck it desi lore," starting off strong with a sentence that I don't think is actually grammatically correct but you know what sometimes the vibes matter more than grammar and you can quote me on that: Later, Desi will feel guilty for it.

From chapter one of Remittent Distress, we have a line that sounds like it's going to be macriley WHICH IT IS NOT- (PS she's just out on a little mini mission she's not dead or anything) During the three days that Riley has been gone, Mac's been coping poorly.

Another chapter one first sentence, we have the first line of what's shaping up to be my next book! Cue the school intercom noise... "Good morning Ravens, happy Tuesday, and happy first day of school!"

Next we have chapter one (not the prologue) of False Dawn, which is a WIP that keeps me up at night and makes me feel far too many emotions at once: Bozer has a strange affinity for sending physical letters.

We have a bit of a secret fic that's up next- set in Tender Mercies universe, except this is set approximately 10 years in the future from Aground, the most recent fic in the series. Mac makes it a single step into the visitation cell before freezing on the spot.

Next up we have the first line of one of my favorite fics of mine, where we get some Sam Cage! (sam my beloved). Get ready for the first sentence of Episteme! Samantha Cage, despite her evergrowing want to be out of the life she threw herself into, isn’t exactly sure how to stay out of it.

Okay so this is the first line at the moment, but might not be if/when I finally get around to writing the vast majority of this fic. After drafting out an entire fic on a plane ride about a year ago, I only actually fully wrote out a few paragraphs. Here's the beginning of it as of right now: “Arriving in forty-five minutes,” comes the eventual answer through Mac’s earpiece.

Now we have the first line from Past + Fire + Present, purely because I think it's a fabulous addition to the whole point of this post (and also this does happen to be a fic that i am quite happy about how it came out). The first sentence is a little bit lack-luster though... Hands.

Changing things up a bit, this next sentence is from my 95% finished The Martian fic that has been 95% finished for over a year at this point. I really just need to write two more paragraphs and post it at this point, but here's the start! Sneaking out of Beck's quarters as soon as he stepped out to talk to the rest of the crew was probably not the brightest of plans, but I can’t take it back now.

And to end things off, we're going to hop back to Remittent Distress, but this time in the form of the first sentence for chapter three! (Currently working on it, fear not) It’s to be expected.

I'm fairly certain that at this point everyone that I know has been tagged in this (and I'm also like a week or two late at this point), so if you see this, assume you're being tagged! (and also if you write your own please tag me somewhere in it so I can read your sentences :D)

#in which vi actually writes #macgyver #the martian #original fiction #in which vi thinks about writing #tag games #writing games #looking at how i start my pieces and going. ''damn girl you [write] like this?'' (derogatory)#idk man at some point i'll learn how to start pieces. that point is clearly not today though #''Hands.'' WHERE'S MY FUCKING PULITZER

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magicaloneandmystery · 1 year

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I hope you remember me. (p.p. x reader)

warnings: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, reader has been dead for quite some time, grieving, angst angst angst

summary: a look at Peter's life after you're gone.

pairing: TASM!Peter Parker x gn!reader

a/n: I was supposed to post this a week or so ago but then I didn't like it but then I do like it now it's a whole mess. anyways, READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED.

word count: around 800, I suppose

your laughter reverberated in Peter's mind as his eyes opened slowly to the sun shining through his window. he didn't remember the dream, but whatever it was, it included your happiness. he was glad for that. for a few moments of consciousness, he lived in a world where you were beside him.

the dream came crashing when he remembered his reality.

your side of the bed was empty, bedsheet neat and tucked. it was untouched, only a single framed photo of the two of you resting on your pillow.

Peter had hoped had he not touched your side, left it as it is, your scent would remain in his room longer. time was never merciful, though. it had faded a long time ago. he was scared of your memories fading in his mind just like that. would he be able to fight time, then?

he reached out, his fingers resting on your face. in the photo, that is.

good morning, he heard some past version of himself coo to you.

too early, you would grumble.

it was weird, he could never sleep well before you. with you, he slept perfectly fine, well rested and quite energetic. after you, though… he slept a lot, but he never felt remotely energised. never fresh, never like he got enough sleep, even on days he would sleep 10 hours in a stretch.

May was starting to get worried, he could tell from her weekly visits. once she would have scolded him for not sleeping enough. now he was being pitied for always sleeping. Peter didn't understand what the world wanted from him.

the visits were another thing that had changed. where he would go to visit his aunt at least once a week, even taking you, he had stopped altogether once you were gone. you were so fucking engraved in his life that it was hard to do anything remotely personal without being flooded by your memories. a week after your funeral, May had dropped in to take care of him. it had become "tradition" once she realised that was the only time he would talk to someone about anything.

she would come by, see his apartment barely used, as if nobody resided there, and get Peter to socialise with someone, even if it was merely his legal guardian from when he was a teenager. they would recount their week, the silence being filled mostly by May. occasionally, Peter would talk about his work or something he would encounter that you would've loved. loved to hear about, loved to do, loved for him to do, and so on.

weekdayss were easier on Peter to get through. he would wake up, get ready, work, come back, sleep. wake up, get ready, work, come back, sleep. an easy routine. on weekends, he was forced to sit alone with his thoughts.

thoughts that drifted back to you all the damn time. he was tired, frankly, but his guilt every time this thought popped up in his head was insurmountable. he could never tire of you. he'll never let you fade away. it was his last promise to you.

well, to your grave. he hasn't visited it once after the funeral. he wonders if he'll ever garner the courage to do so.

what would he even say?

I am sorry spider-man failed you. the one time you needed me there, I wasn't, and I'll spend the rest of my life repenting. please forgive me. please come back. I need you. you promised to always be there. come back, please.

yeah, no thanks. he'd much rather not think about the night he was working late in his lab and got a call from his neighbor about a fire in the apartment and how you were not able to escape before the fire had blocked the exits.

he remembers coming home to a bunch of emergency vehicles scattered all around, an overwhelming amount of red. the fire, the trucks, the uniforms. everybody looked red.

your body was covered in red, too, when they brought you out.

he doesn't remember much except cradling your face in his lap, asking you to wake up.

wake up, dammit, I'm right here. c'mon, love. please.

next thing he remembers is standing in the hospital as May wrapped him in her embrace, holding him tightly. he remembers thinking if this is some kind of nightmare, but the wetness pooling on his shirt where May's head rested didn't seem like a manifestation of his mind.

he remembers seeing your body in the morgue. they had cleaned you up and your burns were hidden more or less. your face was pretty clear apart from a few cuts. you looked like you were sleeping. he willed you, one last time, to wake up and laugh this off as some sick prank. I won't be mad, (Y/N), but please. I can't take this anymore.

when they left the morgue was when he cried for the first time since everything.

Harry sat with him as he cried in his car outside in the parking lot, the seriousness of it all settling in. now, he cried every night.

he kissed the photo under his hands good morning, getting out of his bed and walking to the bathroom to get ready for the day.

it was much easier thinking about the tasks his boss had told him about last week than about the drowning feeling he got every time his thoughts turned to you.

thank you so much for reading, reblogs and comments are much appreciated :)

I feel like most of the fics I write come out of this horrible headspace but lately that headspace has been ALL I'm experiencing so you might get some more fics that talk about r's death or anything along those lines? idk, if someone out there needs them or something :/

(tho I really hope you don't)

#tasm!peter parker imagine #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter parker x reader #andrew garfield x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker #peter parker x y/n #andrew garfield x you #peter parker x you #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm!peter imagine #tasm!peter parker x y/n #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter fic #peter parker fanfiction

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bookshelf-dust · 1 year

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Congrats on 500 followers! I was wondering if I could request a 🪩 for Steve Harrington? I know you don't write for him so no worries if u can't!

slumber party shenanigans

steve harrington x gn!reader

a/n: hi sweetheart!! thank you so so much! i’m actually really glad that you asked me to do this. i’ve been thinking about writing for steve recently, as i’ve only written for him once (and that was a ghostface!au), so the practice will be good for me! i hope you like this!! <33

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🪩 you want me to paint your nails?— i’ll write you a mock love letter from the character of your choice. just give me a little something for them to write to you about! this one will be very new for me to try and i won’t make them terribly long, but i hope they might turn out sweet.

You buckle yourself into the driver’s seat of your car, pulling down the sun visor as soon as you can. The rays streaming in through the windshield are practically blinding you. You wish that it’d always be cloudy when you have to drive.

Something falls out of the visor and onto your lap. It’s a piece of paper, torn on the edges and haphazardly folded small enough so that it could’ve fit there without being seen.

You open up the paper, slightly confused. You don’t usually keep things there.

The writing is that lazy half-cursive, half-scribble that you know so well. It belongs to Steve.

He’d been at yours last night, and you were meant to take Dustin home, but you fell asleep on the couch, the both of them sitting on the floor in front of you, engrossed in whatever movie they’d picked out this week.

Steve had looked up after it ended, and you were on your stomach, dead to the world. He and Dustin had crept out so as to not wake you, and then Steve had taken your car to drive Dustin home.

He’d not only filled up the tank for you, but wanted to leave something for you to find too.

I don’t know when you’ll find this, he wrote.

But I hope that when you do it might make you feel a little better. You’ve been working so hard lately, you know with school and everything. I know it’s been tough on you. I just want you to know how proud of you I am. I certainly couldn’t ever do anything like what you’re doing.

You’re a damn superstar. Sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever actually said that. Anyways, I just love you a whole lot. And I think about you all the time. Seriously, Robin yells at me about it. But I don’t think I’d be half as cool as I am without you.

You’re doing so good. You’re such a badass.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

-Steve

Half of the ink used to write his name is smudged, and the letters are super thick where he obviously tried to fix it. There’s little fingerprints where he tried to rub it away.

You tuck the note back into your visor. You’ll probably need to look at it again.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #bookshelf-dust’s 500 follower celebration #bookshelf-dust’s slumber party

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shipskicksandgiggles · 1 year

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dialogue prompts

for those who don't know, my life is bonkers and I cope by making prompt lists out of the more bizarre things I say/people say to me/I hear by being in proximity of equally weird people. send a number with a character/ship/dynamic of your choosing and I'll do what I can

“So I may have accidentally recruited your ex to help me move.” “I’m so sorry, was he awful?”

“How’s living next to a construction site?” “I prefer the sound of people playing pool.” “That bad, huh?”

“You’re the main character!” “Stop saying I’m the main character, I have been the snarky, comic relief my whole life and I’m not stopping now.”

“I can’t quit my job, I can’t quit my job-” “What happened?” “Some guy wanted to talk to me about his prostate.” “Don’t you work at a library?”

“So because I’m me, I made a spreadsheet about it.” “You’re incredible.”

“You signed me up for a job interview?” “Yeah.”

“You’re not going to believe what he said.” “I find that hard to believe, try me.”

“I accidentally gave you so many traits.” “Hey, I had autism first.”

“I let you kiss me one time-” “It has been more than one time.”

“Were you here for the male model thing?” “No?”

“Have fun!” “Kill me.” “Or just don’t kill anyone I guess.”

“If you call Latin a dead language one more time I’m going to throw myself across this desk at you.”

“I’m going to ask you a question and you’re going to feel attacked.” “Fine.” “Why does it have to be that way?”

“I just took a quiz for fun and accidentally did geometry by hand.” “Nerd.”

“I’d wear shorts.” “It’s snowing.”

“You have a very expressive face.” “I don’t like that you noticed that.”

“When do you leave?” “In like an hour, why?” “Can you build things?” “Yes, but I repeat, why?”

“So here I am, sitting and talking about amputations-” “I have absolutely no idea where this is going, but I love it.”

“Did the raccoon get into the attic again?”

“It’s 8:30 in the morning on a Saturday, something better actually be on fire.”

“Is a potato a vegetable?”

“Everything you do is calculated.” “You make me sound like a robot.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m going to be late.” “Everything okay?” “Yeah, no, I’m fine, I just may have broken my foot and I need to go to urgent care.” “That is… the opposite of fine.”

“Don’t question why I know how to pop the screen out of a window.” “Our fucking door won’t open, as long as we can get outside, I don’t care.”

“So Thursday was a bad day for you then?”

“You used to be buff.” “I thought you were going to say something entirely different, but I guess we’re going this way then.”

“How are you not freaking out right now?” “I’ve been living with this for months now dude, this is just entertainment for me.”

“I was elected most responsible at summer camp when I was five.” “Some things never change.”

“I had a chemistry teacher in high school who could write with both hands at the same time. She needed an exorcism.”

“The age of the child you hit with your car determines the number of points you get.”

“How’d the meeting go?” “I think I came out as gay to the entire board.” “What the fuck.”

“This is probably the only dick pic I’ll ever get and that’s okay.”

“Oh my god, I out-autismed the whole group chat.”

“No more kisses until you stop apologizing for being human.” “That’s not fair, you know that’ll work on me.”

“I can feel my bones.” “That’s not ideal”

“You dumb bitch.” “It worked, didn’t it?”

“Good news, you've just unlocked my niche special interest that I can and will talk for at least ten minutes straight about. Are you ready to learn?”

“You know what I’m talking about, you do not have the moral high ground.”

“I’m going to be so real with you, I literally hate this. Like this sucks.”

“I don’t think you understand that this is the greatest news I’ve ever been given. Like genuinely, this is the happiest I’ve been in weeks.”

“Good to know you would have died very early in the Middle Ages.”

“Is that a mosquito bite? Dude, it’s March.”

“You know you’re going to have a good day when the maintenance guy says ‘well that’s different’.”

“Yeah, I don’t know, the last time I cried I think it was December.” “It’s April?” “Hey, the time before that it was July, so.”

“No wait, turn up the music. Never mind, I thought it was the Law and Order theme.” “Do you think I have the Law and Order theme on a CD in my car?”

“Please don’t assault my boyfriend.”

“Would you like a new best friend? Because I think I found your new best friend.”

“Guess who had a baby.” “No.”

“What is the purpose of nipple rings?” “Decoration.” “Like a Christmas tree!”

“I honestly don’t know how to be a person anymore. Please don’t contact me for 3-5 business days while I sort that out.”

#ellis writes #prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #send asks #if I can remember the context for half of these it will be a miracle

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