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dragondemoness · 2 years

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Danganronpa 2 Monokuma: alright here the motiv for today but there a twist. Usually you allow to kill whoever you like. But this time there a target and if you kill someone other than the target the kill won't count and you will be Executor immediately. And the target is s/o. What the cast reaction to there s/o being the target.

Ooo very interesting :3

Monokuma's Motive - DR2 Cast x Reader

When Monokuma called everyone to Jabberwock Park, everyone knew it wasn't anything good. It had been a bit since the last murder, thanks to you, and Monokuma hadn't been bothering anyone, so everything seemed to be going well.

Until he summoned the entire class to the park out of nowhere.

No one was willing to disobey him, so you all made your way there, where the bear was waiting.

"Gooood morning, my beautiful students! Now, let's get down to business! You know how this game's been going so far; you're usually allowed to kill whoever you want, however you want to do it, right? Well, I have something different planned."

You didn't like the way he said that. You exchange an anxious look with your significant other before turning back to Monokuma.

"This time, the motive I selected has a teeny-tiny bit of a twist. This time, there's a target!"

This had everyone on edge. The target could have been anyone. You and your significant other tightly take hold of each other's hands, waiting for Monokuma to reveal the target.

"And that target... is (Name)!" He shouted, pointing his left paw at you.

All color drained from your face, and your blood turned to ice. The air was filled with an agonizing silence as all heads turned to you. The others gave you looks of sympathy, and looks of fear. Your significant other was horrified.

"(Name) is the target of this brand new motive! They are the only person you are allowed to kill. If you kill anyone else, you will be immediately executed, and there won't be a class trial."

Hajime Hinata

"What?! You can't! You can't make them the target!"

"Sure can, lover boy! It's non-negotiable!"

Hajime was absolutely horrified

Why would he choose you?

Just because you were trying to keep the peace didn't mean you had to die!

But apparently, Monokuma thought otherwise

There is no way Hajime will allow this

He will never let anybody touch you ever again

He becomes a bit more aggressive towards the others and way more protective over you

He doesn't even want you to go near them

It's kind of irritating honestly

But you know that he's doing it out of love, so you suppose you can put up with it for a while

Nagito Komaeda

"Wh-What? Why (Name)? They don't deserve to die..."

Unfortunately, Monokuma didn't think so

You were the one preventing the kills, so he had to get rid of you

Instead of being hyper-focused on keeping you away from the others like Hajime, Nagito is more focused on comforting you

Being the chosen target must be terrifying, of course

So when you're out together, he holds your hand and keeps you close

When you're alone, he holds you close to his chest while he whispers gentle words into your ear

He wants you to feel safe

He feels anxious about you being around the others, but he'll let you hang out with them as long as he's with you

But he watches them like a hawk

Nagito hates seeing you scared, and he'll do whatever it takes to prevent you from dying

Kazuichi Soda

"What?! That's crazy!! Why them?!"

He's more anxious then you are, honestly

The thought of losing you has him near the edge

But he'll pull himself together and try to act strong for you

You're the one being targeted, after all

He acts like a big manly bodyguard and walks all serious and stiff while he follows you around

He's not very threatening, but it did make you laugh

Not exactly what he was going for, but he's glad that he at least helped you take your mind off the situation

Real talk though, if anyone got too close to you, he'll probably throw a wrench at their head

He doesn't want anyone to come near you

There will be some nights where he'll need you to comfort him

He hates living every day in fear of you getting killed

And he'll be there for you to lean on him too

Just be prepared for a very clingy Kazuichi

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu

"What the hell?! You bastard! You can't do that!!"

Very VERY pissed

How dare that damn bear target you?!

But he breathes in and forces himself to calm down

This is about you, not him

He and Peko both follow you everywhere, giving anyone who looks at you a hard glare

He will never leave you by yourself again

One of them will always be with you

He will not hesitate to threaten someone with a gun when they approach you

Maybe it's not entirely necessary, but there is no changing his mind

Underneath all this though, Fuyuhiko is scared shitless

He hates the thought of you dying

He doesn't want to show it, since again, this is about you, not him

But he'll have to spill his guts eventually, and he'll begrudgingly accept comfort from you once he does

It actually helps him quite a bit

But for the most part, all his focus is on you

Gundham Tanaka

"You fiend! How dare you appoint my beloved companion as the next target of your twisted game?!"

Stressed out and angry at the same time

Whenever you roam around the island, he brings a bear with him

He'll do the most to keep you safe

Like Nagito, he will comfort you when you need it when you're alone

And when you're out?

BEAR.

And the Dark Devas of Destruction hiss at anyone who comes too close

And Gundham will threaten to curse them

Like Kazuichi, he will need some comforting sometimes

From the overall stress of the situation

But he and his bears will protect you, no matter what

Teruteru Hanamura

"Hey now, this is just complete nonsense! Why would you pick (Name) as your next target?!"

Another one who is very stressed and might need some comforting

If you have to go out, he'll stick to you like glue

But most of the time, he'll want the two of you to stay in either of your cottages

He doesn't have any fighting skills, so he just wants to keep you away from everyone as best as he can

He really doesn't want you to leave, but he can't force you

Once again, he'll need some comforting

Even if he doesn't have any fighting skills, he'll go to hell and back for you

Nekomaru Nidai

"WHAT?! WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS?! I HATE YOU!"

He's loud and passionate on the outside, but on the inside, he's terrified

He hates the idea of losing you

He's around you 24/7, inside or outside

When you're outside, he sticks close to you like a bodyguard

And when you're not outside, he's cuddling with you while you're in one of your cottages

He's not a violent person, but if anyone had any idea of hurting you, he'll bash their skull in

Nekomaru will do anything for you

Even stand between you and Monokuma while he's attacking you

But that's only a worst case scenario

The Impostor

"Absolutely despicable. How dare you choose (Name) as your target? Truly disgusting."

Underneath his snobby, salty exterior, he is incredibly anxious

But he won't let it show

Instead, he'll act as your bodyguard and protect you

He ends up hardening himself and becoming more distant because of the sheer anxiety he's feeling

Soon, he'll break down and spill his feelings

He doesn't feel strong enough to protect you

But a gentle handholding followed by a hug is enough to make these thoughts dissolve

He's still never letting you out of his sight though

The others can eat shit and die, but you're not allowed to leave him

Your leader commands it

Izuru Kamakura

"You disgust me."

His expression darkens and he glares daggers into Monokuma

Honestly, you were more worried about him than you were about your situation

After that, he's quickly dragging you to your cottage

At first, he sort of stands in front of the door, not doing or saying anything

Then he sits down on the bed and pulls you into his lap without saying a word

His silence speaks volumes, though

The way he holds you close to him tells you that he will slaughter anyone who gets too close

He has the talents, and he will get it done

Ain't no way he's letting you out of his sight

If you ask to leave, he'll stand in front of your door and stare you down with no expression

But eventually, he'll begrudgingly let you leave as long as he's with you

He holds your hand and glares at anyone who's nearby as he does so, though

He detests Junko for this, and he'll take care of her once he gets the chance

Chiaki Nanami

"What? Why?"

She's a little shocked

Imagine the surprised pikachu face here

She has no idea what she can do

She expected for Monokuma to choose her as the target, not you

She doesn't have any fighting skills whatsoever, so all she can do is cling onto you while you walk outside together

But whenever she can, she stays in with you and plays video games with you

Another one who will need some comforting

Sometimes she'll cling onto your arm and bury her face into your shoulder, lightly shaking

And you'll pull her into your side and hug her while she grips your shirt

Another thing she worries about is the secret about who she was

It feels like a knot in her stomach

She knows she has to tell you eventually

And she dreads it

Mikan Tsumuki

"Wh-What?! Why?! (Name) d-doesn't d-d-deserve to d-die!!"

She starts bawling right there on the spot

You'll have to lead her back to your cottage and calm her down

Once again, prepare for a clingy gf

Inside or out, she'll cling onto your arm while you walk together

Like several others on this list, she'll need you to comfort her

She tries to be there for you as best as she can, but she really is terrified

She would rather hang out inside with you, but she'll go outside with you if you so desire

Mikan doesn't want to let you go, and she will do whatever she has to in order to keep you with her

Even things she... Might not be proud of

Akane Owari

"That's bullshit! You can't just pick (Name) for no reason!"

"Actually, there is a reason, genius! Your precious little (Name) has been gettin' in my way!"

"SO WHAT?!"

Yeah, she's pissed

After calming her down, she'll start following you everywhere, glaring at anyone who looks at you the wrong way

If anyone dares to approach you, she'll punch their lights out

You'll have to calm her down a lot, and pull her away from a lot of fights

She has an even shorter fuse this time around, and she's more than ready to throw hands

As aggressive as she is, she really is worried about you

And she really doesn't want anything to happen to you

She'll also comfort you when you need it

Alongside glaring at anyone nearby, she holds your hand while she walks with you

Give it a squeeze, and she quickly calms down once she gets angry

She may also enlist Nekomaru's help in keeping you safe, but for the most part, she wants to do the job on her own

The only ones she can truly trust are you and herself

Hiyoko Saionji

"Hey! You jerk! You can't make them the target! You just can't!!"

Then she starts angry-bawling right there on the spot

From then on, she has to be by your side 24/7

She'll cling to you and she'll never let you go

Sometimes she'll make you pick her up and carry her around

She spouts insults at your other classmates, and you have to leave before she says something that might get you killed for real

Under the surface, she's terrified, and will also need to be comforted sometimes

But she'll do the same for you

She never really knows what to say to comfort you, but she shares her candy with you while she clutches onto you, hoping that's enough

Inside or out, she's stuck to you

She's horrified at the thought of losing you

Mahiru Koizumi

"What the hell?! Why would you make them the target?!"

She goes off on Monokuma, but quickly realizes that yelling will get her nowhere

She wants to spend most of her time inside with you, and will try and convince you to stay inside with her

It's safer for you, after all

But when you're out, she holds your hand and gives a dirty look to anyone who might be a threat

Which is pretty much everyone, particularly the guys

She gives comfort to you as well, and it's the only thing she really knows how to do

You can catch her looking down at the ground, sweating a little bit

She is very anxious

Give her hand a squeeze and she'll give you a small smile and calm down a bit

It helps, but she has no idea what she's gonna do about the situation

In the end, however, she'll do whatever she can to keep you safe

Ibuki Mioda

"Huh?! That's bonkers! You can't just go and randomly pick (Name)!"

Oh, it wasn't random

Monokuma deliberately wanted you gone

Her bright and energetic demeanor changes, and she tends to be much quieter and more distant

She tries to keep up her energy for you, but it feels way too forced

She mostly tries to distract herself from the situation, and comes up with fun things for you to do together

She also clings onto you while you're out together, and even more when you're inside

She really doesn't want you to leave the inside, and she clings onto you like a koala while trying to convince you to stay

"Don't go, (Name)! We can have fun here!"

But if you need to get some fresh air or stretch your legs, she'll let you leave as long as she can join you

She's terrified of the future, but she tries not to think about it too much

Sonia Nevermind

"What?! Why (Name)?! Oh... God damn you, bear!"

She's angry at first, but it doesn't last long

Her anger is replaced by complete and utter fear

When you go back to your cottage, she jumps on you and hugs you

She starts having a panic attack right there

You calm her down and assure her you'll be all right

Then you lead her inside the cottage and cuddle with her

Now whenever you go outside together, she'll link arms with you and keep an eye on anyone nearby

Kazuichi's probably gonna be the one to kill you-

She is very anxious about the situation, and she dreads what might happen in the future

She doesn't want to doubt her friends, but she may not have a choice

Peko Pekoyama

"Truly despicable. How dare you paint a target on my young master's back?"

She's angry and anxious, but she doesn't want to show it

She wants to be strong for you

Any time you guys are out, she keeps one hand on her sword

She is fully prepared to slice someone's head open

She prefers to stay inside your cottage with you though

Whenever you need some support, she'll give you some cuddles

And she might need some too

She doesn't want to appear weak, so she doesn't talk about her worries at first

But once she does, she'll accept comfort from you

She might be a little stiff sometimes, but it's only because she's concerned about you

She'll do anything to protect her young master, even if it means committing a murder herself

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa goodbye despair #hajime hinata x reader #nagito komaeda x reader #kazuichi soda x reader #fuyuhiko kuzuryu x reader #gundham tanaka x reader #teruteru hanamura x reader #nekomaru nidai x reader #ultimate impostor x reader #izuru kamakura x reader #chiaki nanami x reader #mikan tsumiki x reader #akane owari x reader #hiyoko saionji x reader #mahiru koizumi x reader #ibuki mioda x reader #sonia nevermind x reader #peko pekoyama x reader

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blushblushbear · 4 months

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cashew headcanons please im so so gay for him

TIME FOR DIS NUT aka our darling little bookworm

cut cause I went on for a bit and none of it is important OOPS

okay first off since he's a college boy let's start with the fact that he has zero alcohol tolerance

like none

he'll have 2 sips of a light beer or a half a shot of malibu and he's red in the face sweating and swaying like 'oh wow, I'm really feeling it haha'

Same with coffee

anything past a normal strength cup he's VIBRATING

he doesn't have a heart condition like Nimh but give him a shot of espresso and he'll think he does

is constantly waiting for someone to ask him for book recommendations

and when they do he is sponge bob's eager face BOY IS OVER THE MOON

also he doesn't just read good books

he'll literally read anything

he ADORES trashy novels

especially if they're spicy *eyebrow wiggle*

he recognizes they aren't good but they are so wild and out of pocket like

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SECRETLY HIS EX'S BROTHER AND ALSO HIS STEP MOM'S LOVER AND DATING HIS EVIL SECRET HALF COUSIN WHOSE TRYING TO KILL THEIR UNCLE AND HIS DAD BUT CAUGHT FEELINGS AND IS NOW PLOTTING TO TAKE HIM HOSTAGE ////WHAT?!////

he'd love shows like gossip girl and pretty little liars if they were BOOKS instead

except OOPS they are actually and he'd love to infodump about that little fact to me if I let him (at least I think they both are?? I know pretty little liars is-- THAT PLOT IS /NUTS/)

honestly he loves when things are written well but he also loves when plots are NUTS

the only kind of nuts he can have

well... second kind

he'd be a secret college slut (respectfully and also def not actually a secret) if he wasn't head over heels for you

now he's just in your dms/texts constantly

his family is just as quiet and mousey as he is

everyone is just as nerdy

though his dad doesn't read as much-- he's more tv and movies and games nerd

he gets his love of books from his mom's side

he'd KILL to be a librarian

or work at a bookstore

English major vibes

but not just vibes that actually is his major lol

has def had a crush on 3 different librarians growing up and 1 creative writing teacher

can't math for shit

his favorite parts of campus friends taking him on nights out is him getting to read in little corners he can find and the 3am breakfasts at the local diner

I've talked about this before but him Nimh and Poe are in a book club together

he thinks Nimh is the coolest cause he's a PA for a publisher

can read a harry potter length book series in an afternoon (also hates terfs <3 )

his favorite genres are romance of any kind but he does have a special fondness for the trashier romances, fantasy, and he does love a mystery but mostly cause he can never see the twists coming

the smartest idiot you'll ever meet

or maybe he's the dumbest smart guy???

either way he is both very clever and very simple all at once

also very well meaning

incapable of wrong

only of oops

(a lot of oops actually, he's kinda clumsy)

once went a whole day without eating cause someone recommended a new series and he LIKED IT VERY MUCH

I wish for the life of me I could remember ANY book series atm

I know of a few by like--- vaguely what they're about but I can't remember their names

he could though

he will spend whole dates telling you the plot of a book series in great detail

loves pets

not great with them

also low key allergic to a few

big rip cause he loves cuddles

cries over a cat at a distance while sniffing

also really likes birds

met a few birds as a squirrel and now he knows Poe who was a bird so like--

birds are buds of his

can't say no to something cute

cute eraser, cute pen, cute notebook, cute cookie, cute you

just can't refuse cute

would totally rock a cottage core vibe if he could manage to keep a plant alive

he lost his ficus Marcel and he's still low key getting over it

uses a wallet sized photo of you as a book mark

def has you or a pic of you and him as a lock screen

the home screen is a pic of a page of a book

is very good at those 'name the book this opening line is from' challenge

good omens, both the book and the show, WRECKED HIM

actually good omens was his fav book to screen adaption thus far

he has a few others but he's more excited about good omens

wants to be friends with Aziraphale

I could ramble on forever but I think I'll end it here

loves that hack where you put cheese on ramen

#bear text #blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #bear talks #bb #cashew blush blush #blush blush cashew #cashew bb #cashew #bear answers

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serialadoptersbracket · 2 months

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Round 2, Match 13: Askeladd vs. Rune Saint John

Submitted kids:

Askeladd: Thorfinn, Canute

Rune Saint John: Max Saint John, Quinn Saint Nicholas, Layne Dawncreek, Annawan Dawncreek, Corbitant Dawncreek

Propaganda under the cut!

Askeladd:

1. "The funny thing about Askeladd is he keeps killing the dad's of characters and then adopts them.

At the very start of the show he kills the main character's father. The 6 y/o main character vows revenge and follows him around trying to kill him for like ten years. Askeladd does not take this seriously at all and is basically his mentor and new dad, even though Thorfinn despises him.

Then later they meet Canute (prince of Denmark). Askeladd kills his right-hand-man/father-figure to toughen Canute up, then becomes Canute's evil advisor/father figure in his quest to overthrow his biological father (king of denmark)

Askeladd ends up killing the king of Denmark as well which makes us three for three on the father-killing.

None of this ever bites Askeladd in the ass btw he's free to kill and adopt and is having a grand old time. He's so funny about it, too"

2. "Askeladd is the leader of a band of Vikings. He was hired to kill a man named Thors. Thors' son Thorfinn witnessed the murdur of his father at the age of six and swore to avenge his death by killing Askeladd. So he joined Askeladd's band. Askeladd, who despite being the cause of Thors' death respected the man, and agreed to duel with Thorfinn if he followed his orders during fights. Thorfinn was defeated each time and Askeladd (in a twisted and mocking way) always gave him advice how to be better. In the end Thorfinn didn't kill Askeladd because - as Askeladd alluded to by his own story of killing someone out of hate - he would've killed him sometime earlier during those 11 years if he really hated him. In the end Thorfinn realized too late that from a hated person Askeladd became kind of a father figure to him during those 11 years. (The mangaka called Askeladd 'an amazing tsundere dad')

Canute is the youngest son of the Danish king. When the Danes were fighting in England the king sent Canute to lead the siege of London so Canute could die there and there wouldn't be any fights for the throne in the future. Askeladd, being a sly mastermind who plays 5D chess at all times, decided to save Canute from the enemy forces so when he'd return him safely to the king he could get into a position so he could influence Canute to protect Wales. But before that he had to get rid of Canute's previous adoptive father, Ragnar. (Yes, it's a pattern.) So when Ragnar was dying, he told Askeladd that ""Btw, the king hates his son and wants him dead"", so Askeladd had to recalculate a lot of things, and in the end he and Canute worked together to kill the king and create a situation where Canute could come out as a strong heir.

In his last minutes, Askeladd decided to not chose between Wales and Canute, and saved both instead, and used his last breath to convince Thorfinn to let go of his anger.

Sometimes a family is a half-Danish mercenary who kills father figures, an gremlin child from Iceland with anger issues, and a timid Danish prince who goes through a strong character developmen by becoming rejecting his religion."

Rune Saint John:

“Oh my god, oh lord where do I start. Within the FIRST CHAPTER of the FIRST BOOK he accidentally adopts a teenager in exchange for a magical artifact during a deal with a fae- this teen is Max! He then later adopts Quinn, whos older brother he is dating. Then he adopts the three Dawncreek children after a series of events in the second book that i wont get into due to plot spoilers, but it was ✨traumatic✨ AND the author had confirmed that there will be ANOTHER kid joining his found family in the upcoming 4th book. Rune is the chosen one, there are MANY prophecies about him, to the point that Quinn; who has the ability to see future probabilities, finds it difficult to look at him. He experienced horrific sexual assault, and he just wants to be a decent person and look after these traumatized magic children. Every member of his found family is a chaos gremlin- including Rune. Honestly this book series is so so very near and dear to my heart, and it handles topics like grooming and assault with incredible tact and care and more people should read about Rune and his queer disaster found family.”

#vinland saga #askeladd #vinland anime #vinland manga #rune saint john #the tarot sequence #tarot sequence #serial adopters bracket #round 2 #tumblr tournament #tumblr polls

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tabbycat-of-hatchetfield · 2 months

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Hatchetfield is No Place For a Tabby Cat - Chapter 9: Time Flies

Tabby is reunited with Steph after 2 fucking hours apart.

The other oc featured in this, Glenn Greenfield, belongs to my qpp!

The last classes of the day were History and English. Both went smoothly enough: History was a very basic class taught by a very basic older woman, Mrs. Helm. It was boring, but at least Tabby wasn’t in the same class as Max or any of his buffoons.

Meanwhile, English was taught by a rather quiet young man called Mr. Sedgwick, a tan-skinned fellow fresh out of college. His dark hair was slicked to the side and he smiled at Tabby when she walked in. The classroom was dimly lit and homey, very comfortable for being a classroom. The desks were arranged in clusters of 4, with 4 clusters total. Tabby was one of the first people in class. She sat down next to a brown haired person in a green knit sweater. They looked up from their phone and gave Tabby a shy smile as she pulled out the chair she was to sit at.

There was a good chunk of time before class started, so she tapped the person next to her. “Hey. I’m Tabby, what’s your name?”

They looked at her, as if unsure what to say. “Uh…Glenn.”

“Well hi, Glenn! Sorry if this is awkward, I’m new here. Uh…have you lived in Hatchetfield a long time?”

“As long as I can remember.” They shrugged. “It kinda sucks here.”

“So I’ve heard.” Tabby noted. “I don’t really know what to think, to be completely honest. Everyone here is just sort of weird.”

“I’m no different, I won’t lie.” Glenn chuckled. “I’m kind of well known around here.”

“How so?”

“Oh let’s see…I’m a trans guy, for one, that always draws attention. I got struck by lightning when I was ten and now people think I can see the future, to the point where I almost wonder if I can see the future…Is that weird enough for you?”

She bit the inside of her cheek. “Well, I ate lunch with Grace Chasity today, and I don’t think any conversation can get weirder than that one.” “Did she try to make you sign up for Bible camp?” Glenn inquired, twisting his pencil between his fingers.

“Pretty much, yeah.” She laughed. “I also met this guy, Max, earlier…”

“You talked to Max Jagerman without getting a black eye or a wedgie or something? Impressive.” Glenn whistled, pointing at Tabby. “You’ve got some real talent.”

“No kidding.”

The two talked for a little while longer, and as they did, more students began to flood into the room. A face Tabby remembered from first period as belonging to one of the Lipschitz twins, Trevor, due to the lack of badly-dyed blue hair, plopped down at the desk across from hers.

“What’s up, Greenie?” He gestured vaguely to Glenn. “Seen anything fun? Oh, man, if you can see into the future, is Rudolph gonna ask me out one of these days or am I gonna have to do it myself?”

Glenn sighed and rolled his eyes playfully. “No clue, Trevor. Maybe try the homeless guy, they say he has infinite wisdom.”

“I’d rather not go near someone who drinks out of that tap outside Beanies’. You know, the one people use to give water to their dogs?”

“Fair enough. I don’t think I’d be willing to make the sacrifice either.”

Trevor looked up at Tabby, now. “I remember you. Robbie’s new fave.”

“That’s me, I guess.” Tabby adjusted one of the barrettes in her hair. “She’s nice to everyone.”

“She’s nice to the queer kids.”

“How’d she know I’m–”

Trevor winked and raised an eyebrow, glancing between Tabby and Glenn. “She can smell it on us.”

“I bet you smell like a fucking fruitcake, then.” Glenn punched Trevor in the shoulder, and Trevor returned the favor, slapping him gently in the chest as Tabby took note of Trevor’s black nail polish.

“I hate to interrupt the first day bonding, but class was supposed to start 5 minutes ago and I don’t need Principal Blim on my tail on my first day as a teacher here.”

Heads turned. Mr. Sedgwick was standing at the podium at the head of the room, smiling brightly. “I want you all to know that it’s my first day teaching, so go easy on me! First day stuff is boring, so just fill out the day one worksheet when you can and pass it in by Friday, alright?”

“He’s really giving us a free block?” Tabby questioned, looking at Glenn and then at Trevor. Both boys just shrugged.

“Seems that way.” Trevor said, pulling out his phone.

“Maybe he can smell the gay on us.” Glenn snickered.

“Shit!” Mr. Sedgwick looked down on his laptop, which was sitting on his podium. “Forgot to take attendance…Hah…Nobody tell on me, okay? First we have…Tabatha Danehower? Am I saying that right?”

“Just Tabby, please.” She smiled sweetly at him, and got a nod in response.

“Okay…” He called a few more names, and then: “Lisa Greenfield?”

Glenn’s face went red. He gulped. It only took Tabby a few seconds to realize what was going on.

“It’s Glenn.” She spoke up. “His name is Glenn.”

The teacher looked over at Tabby, then glanced at Glenn, then carefully typed the correct name into his roster. “Thank you, Miss Danehower.”

Glenn smiled warmly and mouthed a small thank you to Tabby as well. She grinned back.

“Next up we have…Stephanie Lauter?”

Hold up. Steph’s in this class? She could already feel her mind racing. But…the only desk left is next to–

Her thoughts were cut short by Steph racing into the room, her bag swinging wildly on one shoulder. She gives Mr. Sedgwick some half-hearted apology and scrambles for a seat, until it dawns on her that the only remaining one was between three of the biggest nerds at school.

She plopped down beside Tabby and immediately pulled out her phone, showing off her pink shark phone case.

“I take it you’re Stephanie Lauter?” Mr. Sedgwick said with a sigh. Steph gave him a sort of grunt in response, which Tabby thought was kind of adorable. She quickly stopped staring at Steph once she realized Glenn was staring at her in turn.

“Trevor Lipschitz?” Mr. Sedgwick looked around the room.

“Gay!” One of the jocks in the back shouted. Trevor stood up and flipped him off, which only made the jocks hoot and holler more.

“Yes. I’m here.”

“Thank you. Now I suppose this is as good a time as any to mention that these are your assigned seats for the first semester, understood? Sorry to anyone who got the misfortune of ending up beside a loud chewer, a nose picker, et cetera.” That caused a chorus of giggles from the class. Steph glanced away from her phone, presumably scrolling TikTok, and looked at Tabby.

“Weird. I keep ending up sitting next to you.” She said with a tone of nonchalance.

“Yeah…weird.” Tabby’s eyes were frozen to Steph. She was only narrowly aware of Glenn and Trevor giving her a mix of interested and disapproving looks from behind. Her eyes took in every detail of the girl, absolutely soaking her in: the soft blush of Steph’s cheek, the curve of her jaw, the luscious curls of her hair falling onto the desk, her pure white teeth and sparkling green eyes.

It was heaven.

They say time flies when you’re having fun, but for Tabby, a more accurate statement would be ‘time flies when you’re marveling at a pretty girl while your new friends watch and become slightly disgusted with you, probably’.

#hatchetblr #hatchetfield oc #hatchetfield #tabatha danehower #my ocs #tabby danehower #HINPFATC #Hatchetfield Is No Place For A Tabby Cat

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felteverywhere · 1 year

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here’s a plot wishlist of things i’m thinking about lately but would prefer to plot than write opens for. i’d also prefer to plot on discord but it’s not entirely necessary since obviously i’ll be writing on this account. some of them are kind of variations of the same thing but i think it makes it clear what kind of stuff i really love lmao. if you like this i’ll im you, but even if you like a lot of them it would be amazing if you could whittle it down to 2-3 tops. reblogging and messaging people when i’m online in the morning!

hot & heavy by lucy dacus inspired — the angst of your first love, homoerotic teenage best friend angst coming back to haunt you, bitterness and nostalgia mingling in the worst way, you hate her and you still love her after all this time. optional: period piece (70s, 80s, 90s, early 00s), a dead friend dragging them back to town, one of them is still closeted.

fear street inspired — small towns where dark, horrible things have happened and keep happening but not everyone can afford to clear out, young people taking on a legacy of evil in the name of love, the truth of the past being unearthed, the loss along the way. optional: period piece (90s), we can run with something similar to fear street in terms of why the killers exist or come up with our own thing.

college sleuths — a body found in a classroom or maybe an old unsolved mystery, a small campus cradled by woods and hidden from the world, a desperate need to uncover what everyone else wants to cover up, a righteousness or maybe an obligation to the dead, an eventual game of cat and mouse as they creep closer to the truth. optional: literally everything i listed can be tweaked, i just love the idea of a pair of people (even reluctantly) solving a murder.

scooby doo inspired, college cryptid/supernatural hunters — they’re the only ones who believe and maybe that’s okay, could be a mumu/could utilise npc characters if we’d like a group. optional: more of a buffy style scooby gang who are solving problems/include creatures in it.

dark academia, the secret history inspired —

zombie apocalypse romance... with a twist on top of that — what’s more romantic than finding your soulmate at the end of the world? well, i guess if she’s also an unhinged person who will murder humans too, if they cross her. finding out she killed her last s/o somehow doesn’t phase you. basically: muse a has met someone after so long alone but muse b is a little crazy and they get into shenanigans.

thoroughbreds inspired — unsettling girls forming a strange bond in rekindling a childhood friendship, uncomfortable step fathers, murder as a tool to solve problems rather than a ghastly act, taking blame as a romantic gesture. gifset for fun inspo.

a return to the hurt/comfort fanfic tag. i’d like to explore deeper things while also dealing with the relationship between two characters. optionally but not limited to: grief, abuse (tentatively and with discussion about parameters), child custody issues, divorce, etc.

this post but like no really, let’s write it.

people who believe they are impossible to love pushing away the one who is demanding that they let them in!!!! not strong enough by boygenius vibes also

an affair happening in a position of power, in a place it absolutely shouldn’t, where everything could turn to crap if they gave in but... they really can’t help themselves. people who are slaves to their own feelings no matter how toxic they are with one another. bad people being so passionately and deeply in love that it destroys everything. oh also this.

still would kick things over for a normal people plot. i’ll never be over it!! never!! gifset for visual. shame and regret almost overpowering love but not quite, hurting each other, miscommunication, all the things. “i'm not a religious person but i do sometimes think god made you for me.” it should be illegal for someone to say that but jeez i am obsessed with it.

someone truly deranged and evil and bloodthirsty and the only one who can stop them, but also the only one who can understand them. the only one who knows them. the only one who loves them? ah?

figure skating partners for carling i beg on my knees. fc optional i honestly might change her regardless.

more song inspo without long winded thoughts: reckless driving by lizzy mcalpine, taken by muna, holding back/crowded places/waiting game by banks, forever winter/tis the damn season/cowboy like me by taylor swift but also really any taylor swift song.

#indie rp #indie bi rp #indie smut rp #indie lesbian rp #indie horror rp #should i be posting this with the state of my drafts? idc!!!! i do what i want

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walkingstackofbooks · 5 months

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DS9 4x10 Homefront and 4x11 Paradise Lost thoughts (I’m re-watching, so beware spoilers for future episodes!) [2 July '23]

"Dax is the most humanoid person I know." XD

The Siskos' relationship is so important to me :3

Not vegetables wait takes hee hee

Miles' and Julian's attempted London accents XD Miles' is better than Julian's though which is hilarious given Julian's dad had that accent

Quark was a ship's cook once? interesting

Quark's "Humans. All you care about is yourselves." is kind of true though - yes, Ferengi values are different, but that doesn't mean Quark's feelings weren't similar

Anyone I can look up for you "Uh no.. No." That's the perfect response, given what we learn about Julian's family later on.

"I don't believe in luck... but I appreciate the sentiment." Odo <3 That's quite sweet

I love the Klingon beliefs - killing their pwn gods is the most Klingon thing

Acting head of security! :O Is Layton a changeling?; Who wants to get Sisko off DS9? I cannot rememner!

"When are you gonna stop growing?" Not yet, Joseph, Jake's still shooting up!

"Nathan, the usual." This is so cute that Nog is already part of the extended family <3

"They call it the academy but what it really is is school." Nog!!! You knew this?!!!

"I am a good guy to be around, aren't I?" Jake and Nog are the cutest friendship, I love how easily he restored Nog's confidence <3

Nog just being like "I can just ask Captain Sisko for a favour, why not?" - he's really good at going after what he wants unapologetically.

The fact Sisko just tenderly kisses his dad is very sweet, I love how gentle all the Sisko men are

"I had a talk with your doctor." That's a violation of doctor-patient confidentiality, surely?

"They don't all share Odo's lack of skill when it comes to mimicking humans." Ouch

"This business has got you so twisted around you can't think straight." Well, yes... shapeshifters are tricky.

"If I was a smart shape-shifter, a really good one, the first thing I would do would be to grab some poor soul off the street, absorb every ounce of his blood, and let it out on cue whenever someone like you tried to test me." Joseph is serving the real facts - this has already, presumably, been done by the Martok-changeling.

"It's like he's carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders." "He is." Jake knows what's up, bless him. 4x11 Paradise Lost

"I'd hate to see the members of Red Squad get into any trouble." Sisko can just be so cool under pressure.

"I'm not lying to you, sir." This cadet has balls - it cannot be easy to stick to your guns when Sisko's laying into you like that!

It's weird seeing a changeling so open about what they are, taking the form of O'Brien just because they can, but not actually pretending to be him.

Hah, Sisko has the same laugh as Jake! "And dated her for three years" haha

"I never knew it was so easy to break into classified Starfleet files." "Everything I know I learnt from Quark." I'm.. really not sure what to make of that admission. Makes sense though - Quark's presumably been doing it for far longer than Odo? Hmmmm

How did they change Sisko's blood for a changeling's?! Is Benteen a shapeshifter?

Uggh, Sisko, why tell Layton your plan? That's always a bad idea! Unless you're recording this to use against him?

"They've been told everyone on the Defiant has been replaced by shape-shifters." - You're willing to risk the lives of so many Starfleet officers, Layton?! That's when you know you're the bad guy!!

"I only wish I'd taught you more about the importance of loyalty." "You want to talk to me about loyalty? After you broke your oath with the Federation, lied to the people of Earth, ordered one of our own starships to fire on another! You don't have the right." Sisko!!! ❤️

"I hope you're not the one making the mistake." For once, I agree with Layton - God, I hope you're not the one making the mistake here, Sisko. I don't like Layton... but he was fighting so hard for earth in his own way, he's so sure this will end badly. I just don't know.

#ds9 4x10 #ds9 4x11 #ds9 homefront #ds9 paradise lost #andi watches ds9 #WSB

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fishnamedsushi · 5 months

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(Laughs/cries at how late I am)

Work has been so busy recently and I've been heads down working on my latest fic, but the amazing @lilredghost and @dark--whisperings both tagged me in this game!!!

How many works do you have on ao3?

Seventeen!

(Me: Wait, really??? That's awesome!)

2. What's your Ao3 word count?

188,000 words!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

My jam these days is Star Wars (Obikin) but previously I was involved in MCU verse (Stony, TaserTricks). I am also eyeing some potential fics in OFMD and Lokius...if I ever get the time lol.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

FML, Darcy Lewis Style (627 kudos) Loki/Darcy Lewis, AU

Forget Me Not (426 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Tatooine AU amnesia fic

If You'll Let Me (376 kudos) Steve Rogers/Tony Stark, A/B/O AU

A Different Sort of Knife (303 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, Sith Obi/Padawan Ani AU

A Perfect Distraction (243 kudos) Anakin Skywalker/Obi-Wan Kenobi, the lip gloss fic

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes! Comments are my favorite thing and I love reading and responding to them! They're honestly one of the best motivations to keep me writing...I've changed fics mid-plot just because of comments lol.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm...probably Lie To Me or While You Were Gone, both Sherlock (Johnlock) fics. Both stories are very dark and gritty, especially WYWG, and I think I might have been going through *some stuff* when I wrote them that influenced how they turned out lol. I absolutely adore WYWG - it's one of my favorite fics that I've written.

For Obikin, the angstiest fic is probably Away From Me (Don't Fall) which is a post-Order 66 fic where Anakin's fall to the Dark Side caused Obi-Wan to fall as well. It's a recent fic and I've got a sequel half-drafted just waiting to be finished. There's a twist at the end that I won't spoil...you'll have to go read it if you want to know what happens 👀

7. What's the fic your write with the happiest ending?

Ohh..that's a tough one! I always strive for happy endings (no pun intended) even in fics that are literally just porn (in which case, pun definitely intended).

I think To Tell The Moon has a very sweet happy ending. It's a same-age AU where Anakin and Obi-Wan are both padawans and end up taking part in winter festivities on a planet during a mission. It's a very wholesome fic all around (though since it's me, there is some angst haha).

The next one would probably be Forget Me Not and A Perfect Distraction, which I linked above, if only because both of them feature Obi-Wan getting what he wants and deserves, which he never does in canon, and I want him to be happy.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not in a long time, thankfully. When I first started writing fanfic I did get some hate which was very demoralizing but eventually I just decided to tell those people to fuck off very kindly. I've been so lucky to be in fandoms where everyone is pretty accepting and supportive 💕

9. Do you write smut? What kind?

👀😉😎 Check my AO3. There's smut. I'm a big fan of dirty talk and D/s undertones. Obikin delivers plenty of opportunity !

10. Do you write cross-overs?

Not yet! I would love to try one day if the opportunity presented itself.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not yet, but I would love that if anyone every felt so inclined! Same with podfics.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not but that would be an interesting experience!

14. What's your all time favourite ship?

That's such a tough question haha. If I had to choose, I'd pick, in no particular order:

Obikin

Hannigram

Kylux

Dinluke

Spideypool

Geraskier

15. What's your WIP you like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I want to go back and finish A Different Sort of Knife one day. I had such a fantastic time writing Sith Obi-Wan and his catnip Padawan Anakin. I hope that I get the motivation to go back to it.

I just finished a WIP that I had started last year and ended up coming back to it after a hiatus (Forget Me Not), so there is hope!

16. What are your writing strength?

I like to think that I'm good at characterization. It's something I obsess over when I'm writing, to the point that I end up throwing out whole passages if I don't feel like I'm conveying the character correctly. I've been told that my descriptions and metaphors are good, which is lovely to hear ❤

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Probably that it takes me too long to write something haha.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I love reading fics with dialogue in other languages! It adds so much depth to the story and is very immersive.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

MCU (Loki/Darcy Lewis). Back when I thought I was straight, but Tom Hiddleston and Kat Dennings are both babes so I stand by it.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Probably To Tell The Moon or Forget Me Not.

***

Phew, that was fun! Thanks so much for the tags!

To keep this rolling, I'll tag in @demon----dean, @nixie-deangel, @renlyslittlerose, @dreaminghour in case you haven't already been tagged!

#fic tag game #tag game #obikin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #star wars #my fic writing #my fics #johnlock #tasertricks #stony

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atsukawolfcat · 2 years

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Reinvented

Note: I am seeing my writing for this is becoming VERY focused on a particular aspect, protectiveness. What can I say, I really want to keep these characters safe. Anyway, new idea for Isekai!Reader~ Enjoy!

Warnings: Slight angst, Mute!Reader, mentions war, possible death, and blood

You were almost nodding off, perched upon a branch of the huge tree in Windrise while waiting for a certain anemo god to meet you so you could give him the apples you had collected while exploring the surrounding area of Mondstadt. Sighing, you held up an apple from the two dozen you had gotten him on the baskets that were hanging (miraculously) on the thinner branches that might as well be twigs. You started munching on the fruit, reveling in the sweet taste.

"Hey! [Name]! I am sorry I am late," Venti calmly walked towards the tree, instantly spotting you up on the tree. By his side were Amber and Kaeya, whose arms were holding the other items for the picnic you had planned. You grinned as your eyes sparkled, got up collecting the two baskets filled with apples, and jumped down, almost eating grass as you *almost* tripped a part of the smaller roots of the large tree. You caught yourself, and the apples, before feeling your mouth open to a small 'o' of surprise. Looking back at your picnic group, they also stared at you incredulously. Kaeya shook off the shock and approached you to take the baskets off your hands.

"[Name], for someone with no fighting skills nor Vision, you are quite nimble. Have you perhaps given thought to train to become a fighter or even a Knight of Favonious?" You immediately scowled at the blue-haired man, instantly shaking your head. You hated battles and war, fighting, in general, gave you a disgusting twist in your belly at the mere mention of the words. Of course, that also meant you were no fighter and mostly worked on the safer commissions and helped around the shops in both Mondstadt and Liyue, switching every other month to keep yourself both entertained and in touch with all of your acquaintances. Everyone instantly knew you were a lively, excitable, and kind person... and not keen to fighting like the Traveller. When you first arrived in Teyvat 2 years back, you actually landed in Liyue and lived out in the wild before finally joining back civilization after months of settling down. And when the Traveller passed by and caused even more of an uproar, you met up and instantly clicked. By now, you are best friends and although you didn't fight, you were invited to live in their teapot and practically kept it up when they were busy. You hated the fact that they would be fighting but knew it was also a necessity.

You were well more than aware of it, in fact. Since you had previously escaped from a dangerous world bent on breaking you.

You shook off the thoughts and went to work on preparing the remainder of the tables and the food, as you could see the Traveller bringing in more people now. Childe, Diluc, Zhongli, Ningguang, and even people from Inazuma were invited. The Traveller and you both thought it would be nice to bring these 3 nations together, and relax. Of course, if they wished to still discuss work, they may do so but not get worked up. You proudly showed off the dishes you worked on with a grin as Kaeya chuckled, seeing you were having fun and enjoying the atmosphere.

Feeling today was a special day, you went all out with cuisine from all invited nations. The day progress from morning to a nice afternoon when you felt it.

Something was wrong.

You stood, leaving the small group you were speaking to confused as you looked everywhere in a panic. Finally, you looked north of Windrise and saw the portal. Your heart sunk, as it looked just as the one you used to escape from your old world.

"My, my, my. Isn't this a party?" You hated this voice, instantly feeling a chill run up your spine as you instantly tried to hide behind the taller men of the group Diluc, and Zhongli. The good feeling in the air vaporized as a man with a cloak approached. Seeing him, everyone raised their guard, and some hand their hands on their weapons at the ready. Both men stood side by side as they could feel your anxiety spike, to better hide you and to protect you.

"Who dares interrupt this lovely gathering! Introduce yourself!" Jean shouted, standing firm with her weapon spawned on her hip, hand over the hilt. The man laughed as he held his hands up, to show he means no harm... yet.

"Oh, my apologies. My name is Aiden, and I was just looking around for a criminal from my world. You see, I am here to bring them to justice as they had so maliciously taken down many of my people and escaped through one of our portals. It took some figuring out, but we were able to track them down to here." Jean relaxed at his statement, but not by much. Everyone could feel his malice, his eyes betraying his words. "We just wish to bring the criminal back to be dealt with, nothing else. Although, " he paused and looked around, and grinned, "it would be lovely to be able to pick up trade from this lovely world. We understand the unusual circumstances of our arrival, but would it be alright to... bring a couple people here? As diplomats and of course, soldiers to bring that criminal down. Are we.. allowed?"

You seethed on the inside, your body shaking in tune with your rage and holding your hands to grip your hair. You were no criminal, he is LYING. You were just a pawn in their plans and committed to placing a target on your back to bring you and your family down so that they may do as they please. You shook your head violently, catching the attention of both Zhongli and Diluc who were hyper attuned to your inner turmoil. Though mute, you effectively showed what you were thinking through actions, and these two men picked up on it more than anyone else. Gripping his spear, Zhongli stared down at the man.

"May we know first, who or what this criminal may look like?" The man lifted his finger as to say 'Aha!' and brought forth a paper with a picture on it. He passed it to the closest person to him, which in this case was Jean. She took one look at the paper and her eyes grew wide with surprise. At this, the man smiled wide. "It seems you have seen them?"

Jean looked up towards your location and met eyes with Diluc. Her hands trembled as she brought up the paper to show it was your face on it with a large printed WANTED over your head. Below, it lists some of the crimes which included the murder of a noble, defamation of the crown, and many more. Diluc and Zhongli parted and let the man see your shaking form. He claps and opened his arms wide.

"There you are! We were starting to worry we would never find you, [Name]. Ah, my apologies... General [Name]." You heard gasps of utter shock around you and could feel people staring at you with their piercing eyes. Your teeth clenched as you turned to glare at Aiden, your previous shadow and trusted servant. Your eyes held contempt for the man, so much so that even Zhongli flinched away as he was not used to this side of you.

You, in everyone's eyes, were a sweet and caring person who helped anyone who would ask with a big smile. You, who in their eyes, was akin to an angel that descended on their lives and turned them for the better. You 'talked' to them, drew funny doodles to make them happy, and listened when they vented or had a problem. For some, you were their anchor and their light that shines brightly in their tunnel of darkness, and for some unknown man to march here in this gathering meant for relaxation and bonding to spill this information they couldn't even dare dream of you was unforgivable. Gorou growled as everyone else stood to attention, preparing to fight. You saw this and your heart warmed, but you couldn't let them fight him.

Not with his power.

You stepped up calmly, with conviction to end this as quickly as possible. You had fought by his side and sparred with this man for most if not all of your life and as such you knew his incredible power was overwhelming. However, there was a reason you were previously a general. You let the tension build around you as your skin prickled with power, and you felt the world slightly shift with the amount you were showing. Aiden noticed this and frowned, realizing what you were practically shouting at him.

If we both fight here, this world could collapse as it cannot process such a different power that was not natively it's own.

What you both had done in your years of service for the young royal on the throne now, whom you knew in your heart never once doubted you. You knew that the mess back at your previous home was caused by his greed, by his need to be better than both you and Their Royal Highness. The crown and their family had let you escape, to help you reinvent yourself and be the person you always wanted to be without a war or fighting in the way. Of course, the first couple of months here was hard, it took a lot of effort out of you to finally get to the point you are.

"Ah well, isn't this quite the ordeal? Is that why you have not uttered a word, [Name]?" Aiden gestured to his throat and smiled. He snapped his fingers and from the portal, soldiers rushed through and stopped in battle formation in front of him. He grinned cheekily and pointed at you. "This just makes things so much easier than expected! Seize them, and let no one leave this location. I shall go back with the report." With an HA, the 5 dozen soldiers slowly approached you with their weapons pointed at you. You remained unfazed, staring instead at the man who you once thought was a reliable partner on the battlefield. Now, he retreats and leaves these... things with you. You heard a commotion behind you, and you lifted your hand with one thought running across your mind.

Protect the innocent, shield the uninvolved.

Images of your previous fallen comrades flashed through your eyes, and even the enemies you had slain in the name of justice and peace popped into your mind. Although you didn't particularly have a talent for singing or music, you had made a song that you let play in your head whilst you fought, to keep you sane and focused on your mission.

And so it begins

"SO YOU DARE LEAVE THESE BEINGS WITH ME, AIDEN?" Your voice boomed, leaving everyone startled and frozen in place, including Aiden. He turned, face turning paler by the second. "Kneel, you tainted sinners! Show yourself!" You ordered with power and watched as some of the soldiers kneel, and let their illusions drop. Some had horns at awkward angles, some had mismatched colored eyes, and some had sickly thin statures that more resembled twigs than human adults. You tsked and raised your hand. You summoned your weapon, a dagger that soon glowed once you activated its passive action. It slowly changed its shape to another weapon, something more attuned to you, and once completed, you slashed towards only the demonized infected and ended their misery.

This was why you had to flee, for you had found out their cruel and wicked plans to turn some soldiers into the most effective weapons known to man and make the most powerful special operations at the cost of human lives.

"You say it was me that was the criminal, the one who turned their backs on the crown and the people. And yet, here you are, with what seems your most recent results." You growled at the last part, and you noticed some of the soldiers looked ultimately shocked at the turn of events. You could only imagine what was happening behind you, but however, THEIR reaction was, you wouldn't be able to witness it for long. You pointed your weapon to the air and threw it, letting its ability activate and create a large bubble that only surrounded you, the soldiers, Aiden, and the portal. You turned at the call of your name, looking at the side and not them.

"Thank you for letting me live. Goodbye." And like that, you and all that was related to you was gone.

A/N: And here is the end, it's going to remain an open-ended story so you can imagine what you do next or what happens. Or maybe, I will come up with a better-ended chapter 2... maybe. I also totally didn't make this in 2 hours until 4:30 AM with the song I totally also didn't want to share with the world because it's amazing and totally not what inspired me with this story. But yeah, I hoped you enjoyed it.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #genshin isekai #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #ge

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madame-cupid · 2 years

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Hello Cherubs 😊. My name is Madame Cupid, but just call me Cupid. Welcome to my second blog.

• To those who don't know, I have a first blog. It's called @yandere-dark-cupid

Rules:

Unlike my first blog, I'm shortening the character limit. 3-5 characters per ask, please. If you have more than that, then I'll ask you if you to pick which characters you want or I'll pick myself.

The maximum request limit is 2 for each person. If you go off that request limit, I'll pick one.

This blog will not tolerate hate of any kind for the LGBTQIA+ community, xenophobia, etc. To be honest, I won't tolerate hate of any kind. If I see it, I won't say anything; I'll just block you.

If you aren't 16+ or older and you're asking for NSFW content; You. Will. Be. Blocked. Know I'll be a little lenient and give you 2 chances and 2 chances only; Once I tell you no on an NSFW ask, I expect you to respect my decision. This also goes for liking, reblogging, and sharing my NSFW content.

I won't tolerate drama either; you will given a warning, and if that doesn't work you'll be blocked.

Please don't harass me about my rules or my content, that'll also get you blocked. Just for me and you, don't make it to the point where I'll have to block you and you no longer being able to reach my content.

• A little reminder, this will be updated.

List of Fandoms that I do:

High rise invasion

The remarried empress

Lore Olympus

Dark deception

Blood of Zeus

Little nightmares ( Mono and Six are going to be written strictly Platonic. )

BATIM ( Bendy and the ink machine )

Food wars

Poppy playtime

Kakegurui

SCP Foundation

Castlevania

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Creepypasta

Fnaf

Black Butler

One piece

Twisted wonderland

Hetalia ( the 2ps as well, and maybe the nyos )

Bnha

Resident evil

PASWG ( panty and stocking with garterbelt )

Undertale

Avatar: the last airbender

What I can do:

Platonic

Headcanons

Scenarios

SFW

NSFW

AUs

Angst

What I can't do:

Oneshots

Character x Character

Match ups

Extra ☕:

I make spelling mistakes and mistakes in general, so bear with me, please 😅.

Ask box will be open on Tuesday and Friday. But on holidays I make exceptions and will open the ask box on said holiday. Opening time: 10:30 A.M. Closing time: 9:45 P.M.

I write for my AUs. Please credit when you potentially use my AUs.

Darling, reader, or S/O ( whatever you prefer ) will be GN ( gender-neutral ) in my writings unless you hint or say otherwise in your request.

I'm in school right now, so there are times I won't update on time. So I apologize in advance.

Feel free to request which fandom you want me to get into so I can put it on the list 😊.

• I will update this blog every 2-3 months-ish. With a new palette and some new fandoms hopefully.

I hope all of you enjoy my content. Until we meet again Cherubs; XOXO, Madame Cupid 💛💙💛💙 ~

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daffenger · 1 year

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episode 7 thoughts under the cut (off the cuff, not worth much !)

I will probably have to watch it again to get all the details but i've been making noises like a broken whistle all through the episode so i must pace myself. it's like they made this show for ME specifically it's my hole ! my hole ! & it's so cruel that the season is only seven episodes... not so long ago it seems 12-13 was the standard, even for more plot-dense series :,o

love the insane way daniel pronounces "cercueil". & it's so gnarly and yet satisfying when claudia gets to write down his last words :D it's her hobby !

the way we spend nearly the whole episode with lestat in the full face makeup that makes him look uncanny and cruel and then for the throat-slitting scene he's completely bare-faced messy-haired vulnerable. hm.

claudia is SO valid for hating louis for a while there because she's been tortured for that man. and then he slams here against a wall. by the throat no less ??? also lestat and her continue to be so alike. with the piano playing, and with the "always the petty slights with you" and two seconds later she's kicking at antoinette, even though she's pinned to the ground.

antoinette is SO hot in her frock & with her crow's feet !! and for what ! give her back ! but i can't imagine how lestat thought taking claudia out of the picture and bringing antoinette in would lead to any kind of good <:D this man is so stupid

when claudia said "i've killed so many but this is the first time with someone i... ((love))" i was like. ok, & so charlie? and io and behold, it was louis' clumsy rewriting <:D

louis is SO passive (/affectionate). there's a nicer way to say it probably but there's something about how he shoots down the idea of going to Italy in the second episode or so, then the idea of leaving with Claudia (i'll only hold you back), and the way they have him asking lestat whether he was responsible for his brother's death after idk how many years of holding that in... it reminds me of [iwtv book spoilers] how he reacts to armand telling him he pushed her to make madeleine with a vague "oh well don't do it again", and then much later when armand tells him he was the one who had claudia killed, it's hinted he knew/suspected and just lived with it in a don't ask/don't tell way. and he's territorial ! when he and lestat & claudia team up to bully the poor man with the letter there's just something very animalistic about the bunch of them. i guess we will see that too with the theatre des vampyres, and i guess i will love it because i adore everything that has to do with the ethology/sociology of vampires (lone killers vs pack killers). like in the book when louis says like all predators vampires can't stand proximity to the remains of their prays... i jut find it very neat (though that's not actually a real thing re:bears huddling with the carcasses of their kills, etc.).

book spoilers for a book i haven't even technically read (platroa) & a fic everyone should read (The Courts of Love) but the 18th century costumes for the ball gave me flashforwards to the vampire court Lestat ends up creating in his family's castle in Auvergne, France.

technically i was 99.9% certain rashid was armand but still. it's such a cool twist. and i can't wait for season 2 obviously, so that we see more about what their relationship looks like. (i'm still holding out hope for daniel to be turned somewhere along the way)

#amc iwtv #*txt

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noro-noro-noro · 7 months

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nap dreams?

- first some kind of live action dnd thin. you got to walk around in areas and had the option to like get into character or you could just investigate & be yourself. there were various props and stuff like the magiquest at Great Wolf Lodge that wpulr react and all

- I was there with a love interest ...? were we exes? there was some kind of tension but our charavyers had to be together which trabslated to we had to be close. my dad was also there voicing some of the NPCs. most notable was an imp named bleego who I wanted to see if I could kill and the answer was no & he rolled a 10d12 attack against me. the attack rolled an 11 & I rolled a 14 on "oven" and blocked the move with oven. then we "reloaded".

- some kinda gimmick where you could get achievement items and they had their own space on the map that they went to. a big field divided up by an invisible grid that went up to 100. sometims the achievement space was intentionally glitchy - item 48 did not exist and instead teleported the party to the central of the achievement map. my sister was here now there was a hole in the map where you could see people who bought the live action bg3 rescuiny astarion from a secret cave. the live action was actually p neat you moved your character around on a board aboveground and a very realistic hologram of them would walk around and interact with the environment. astarion himself was an animatronic. the guy narrating the event (a real guy) was also down there. my dad was also down there fishing with a magical lure. there was something sparkling in the water

- my sister lowered me down and I got my dad's attention and he fished up the magical item. it glowed purple. the narrator guy did not allow me to take it he was like ahahaha this is a um. parallel universe. you can't take thet back but I applaud your genius and trnscity.

- then we went into bleego's house and he had a big sweet dog and then into the gift shop gift shop had a lot of shit. don't remember too much.

- after going back to bleego housebleego was confused why the dog didn't attack me bf apparently tjr chweacters o was plasing had celestial blood. didn't know that.

- hanginf out with some friends in the bonus room of my mom's house.andtheir kid brother . sister there is well

- eventually.y fate takes me outside and this briefly turns into "the widely hated final Simpsons episode ending" where homer is knee deep in like an acid sludge and the fates show up wearing swim caps and shove him all the way in, but he recognizes their hats and covers his brain and instead of dying becomes a spirit but his body is gone and the sludge drains away. all that's left is a naked woman's corpse and a blanket twisted up on the ground and homer Simpson invisible spirit. one of the kids sees the outside reports back to morge who thought I was cheating on her and ran away. I couldn't interact and they fpulent see me but I promised to haunt my kifs forever and made a heart it it plaudough for the bwby.. thr bwbt knew j was s there.

- cut back to human time with friends. one of them humming along to a song I like that does not exist in the real world. we planned to leave for somewhere and the kid bro randomly tookhis pants off whd I was like boy put those back

#dreams

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remtheenlightenedone · 1 year

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Things to know... Tumblr #2

I made a part #2 cuz I was bored.

💜 Sometimes I refer to myself as we/were (if that counts as a pronoun) by accident but lately when I refer to myself as we I just roll with it.

💜My top three current favorite colors are: green, purple, and black (if you have your screen on dark mode and it's white I just left it like that for a reason)

💜Olive is the first pet I've had with a f/o. (I know no one cares but I just thought I'd throw that in there)

💜As a nonbinary person, I use a lot of masc terms and like to identify myself as king or bro. I still say the n word with the a, but I'm trying to break from that. Despite being poc. I know other poc don't like the word at all and I respect that.

💜My top 3 favorite animals are: cats, toads, and frogs.

💜If I can I would like to travel to Japan one day. Mostly for the food, partially because of the anime.

💜 My favorite emoji/design is the alien 👽 kinda describes being neurodivergent pretty well imo.

💜I hate star wars but respect the fans. 'Kind of a trekky any way.

💜 I love to analyze and observe things sometimes. I think that's what makes me a good storyteller. Because I can take something and break it apart and set up different plot twist and whatnot. like how Dr. Strange can predict an infinite amount of realities or outcomes.

💜My top 4 favorite and main pokemon types are ghost, poison, fire, and dark. Water is like 5th.

💜I'm pretty good at word search games. And fast.

💜 Out of my four favorite pokemon types Gengar is my favorite top #1

💜 If I had to choose a bending ability it would be Earth .

💜 I am to some extent an actual insomniac.

💜I mostly listen to ambience, lofi, and jazz to calm down to and chill.

💜I'm into cognitive behavioral therapy. It works. Helps mostly for people who are schizophrenic, bipolar, or have ADHD.

💜Mental health is above all else for me. Second is spiritual. Without mental you cant do the other aspects of health.

💜 I don't listen to metal or any hardcore music anymore for reasons

That's it. The other stuff started getting kinda... Lame. So, I guess you'll have to wait until next time. ✌🏽

#rem's general post #get to know rem #2 #get to know the blogger #get to know the person behind the blog

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mercy-burning · 3 years

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Your Favorite — Part 1

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: When Y/N comes home from college for the summer to meet her mom's new boyfriend, she finds herself in a rather tough spot when she can’t stop thinking about him— And it seems he feels the same... Category: SMUT (18+) Content: Adults w/ age gap, masturbation (female and male), minor exhibitionism kink, oral sex (male receiving), penetrative sex, breeding kink (kinda? i think? 😅) Word Count: 7.3k (do you see now why I had to make it a miniseries? alsdjfdk)

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | MASTERLIST

DISCLAIMER: In this story, Spencer is dating Y/N’s mom while also having a sexual relationship with the reader herself. Because of that, there are obvious undertones of cheating, alongside some perv-y tendencies when it comes to a partner’s daughter. That being said, Spencer and Y/N’s relationship is consensual. However— If any of what I just forewarned is something that you think will make you uncomfortable while reading, please do not read! If there are any more disclaimers you think I may have missed, don’t hesitate to tell me! There is another post I made HERE with some disclaimers as well if you want to know more about what this story will entail.

NOTE: This intro is already too long, so I’ll just get this out of the way: you can find visual nsfw inspirations for this story over at @mercy-midnight, I’m working on a playlist for this story on my Spotify @/mercyburning, and I don’t know when part 2 and 3 will be out, but you can assume they’ll be here within the next few weeks.

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JUNE 5th

I hate my mom's new boyfriend.

For the past three months she'd been telling me about this new guy who's "The One" as if "The One" hasn't been like four other guys in the past two years.

And as much as I'd love for my mom to find someone to spend the rest of her life with, I don't believe she'd ever find Mr. Perfect at this rate. Unless she spent more than a few months with them at a time before dragging me home from college for a weekend to meet them, I really don't see it happening.

It just sucks. Because every time she does this, every time I return home, I see the glimmering hope in her eyes and the diminishing spark in his, and I know. I know it won't last, and her heart will be utterly broken within the span of a few months.

I always thought maybe she just had terrible taste in men.

But this time around, when I begrudgingly walk through the door of my childhood home for the summer and see my mother clinging to a man who returns that glimmer in her eyes, I know she's picked a good one.

And I hate him.

His name is Spencer Reid, and he's a retired FBI agent who teaches full time at local colleges now.

He greets me with a bona fide, radiant smile, unlike all the others before, and it sets my insides on fire. And when we sit down for dinner, he's polite (but not in a fake way,) and he seems genuinely curious about my studies and my personality and my relationship with my mother. And when dinner is finished he offers to clean up while Mom and I settle in the living room.

I see the way he looks at me as I leave, a gentle, closed-mouth smile and eyes that linger a little too long on my exposed legs before averting, a glint of shame pooling within them, and it only spreads that fire in my belly.

Maybe I'd been imagining the whole thing, because deep down I wanted him to look at me the way he had... But it's hard to tell when my brain is mostly setting off sirens, blaring "THIS IS WRONG! THIS IS WRONG!" on a loop with blinding lights.

And they're even louder when my mom wraps her arm around me and lays her head atop mine. "Well, what do you think? He's great, huh?"

She's so lovesick, it hurts. It hurts even worse knowing that all I can think about is his big hands wrapped around my throat while he fucks me into the squeaky twin-sized mattress in my bedroom upstairs.

But I can't tell her that, obviously.

And so I decidedly hate him. And I have no choice but lie to her face, embracing her joy and hoping that I'll be able to survive this summer.

"Yeah, Mom. He's really great."

JUNE 19th

It's been two weeks and I can barely stand to be in the same house anymore.

I try to keep myself busy by going outside, to the beach or for long walks in the park; but it's too hot for my liking, and our town is so small that unless I want to spend my time in the grocery store or one of the three bars on Main Street...

I'm stuck either outside where it's hot and uncomfortable, or in the house where it's also hot and uncomfortable.

We have air conditioning, of course, but that's not the problem.

It's Spencer.

I thought by now my little crush on him would have gone, but the longer he hangs around the house, the stronger my feelings for him grow. They're not romantic—nor do I think they ever could be given the fact that if anything serious really were to ever happen between us, my mom would disown me for the rest of my life and murder Spencer with her bare hands—but that doesn't make it any easier on me.

Every day he just exists, right in front of me with that tug-able mop of hair, those warm honey eyes, and his hands that never stop moving. I swear, it's like every time he breathes, his hands are breathing too, challenging me to try and stop them.

But I refuse to touch him. Because I know the moment I do, all will be lost. I won't be able to control myself anymore. And if I don't drop to my knees and try sucking his dick at the dinner table, I'm sure I'll blurt out how I can't handle it anymore and that I need him, and either way I'd be royally fucked.

Right now he's in the dining room, teaching my mom how to do a disappearing card trick. She thinks it's utterly charming that he can do it at all, but mostly that he's patient and willing enough to teach her. And normally I'd agree, but I can barely look at them without wanting to waltz over, grab his wrist, and suck his fingers into my mouth.

It's truly pathetic.

So I try to focus on the television just a few feet away. It's one of those rare instances where I wish our house was bigger, because while I don't mind having less wall-space between rooms, I do mind not being able to watch TV without the kitchen table in my periphery at a time like this. And I think about going up to my bedroom instead for a moment, but I'd have to go past the kitchen, and I just know Mom is going to ask if I'd want Spencer to teach me his magic trick.

And I most definitely do not want that.

In another life, maybe, where he isn't a hot professor and rather an average-looking dude who's way too into fantasy football... But not in this lifetime.

So there I sit, concentrating so hard on Family Feud that my face hurts.

When I hear a flutter of cards and joyous giggling from the other room, it's more than my face that hurts.

It's also my chest, churning and tensing at the hands of the green devil.

Fuck!

I barely even know this man... I haven't really talked to him because I'm afraid that if I try to hold a conversation I'll snap. He's literally just some hot older guy who's dating my mom, and still, my whole body twists and aches with envy when they do anything together, and it fucking sucks. Not only because of the jealousy, but it's also the fact that my mom deserves to be happy.

This time it's different. This time, she's really found someone who returns her every loving gaze, who makes her laugh, who's kind and genuine and not a total douche. She's happier than I've seen her in years.

And the one time she finally finds "The One", every waking second of my life is spent longing for him fuck me.

But it's only been two weeks.

And it's also been nearly two years since I got laid, so maybe that's just my issue...

I figure it can't hurt, so in a spur of the moment decision, I turn the TV off and sprint towards the stairs, right past Mom and Spencer before they can ask questions.

———

I hardly even register the dimness of the light inside the house by the time I glide up the steps, fumbling with the key and trying to make my entrance as quiet as possible. Though, because I'm so used to the dark by this point, the light—no matter how dim—nearly blinds me. The door shuts louder than I'd have liked, and I cringe inwardly, pausing as if that will keep anyone from seeing or hearing me. Not like it'll matter, considering Mom and Spencer are the only ones that are staying here and they'd also been the only ones aware of my plans for the evening.

Well, somewhat, anyway. I told them an old friend invited me out and I probably wouldn't be home until late.

Regardless, that instinct of trying not to get caught coming in late at night is stronger than common sense. Throw a little cheap beer and some shots into the mix, and it almost feels like I'm a teenager again.

The only thing different now is that I have a pool of some stranger's cum soaking my underwear and a man in front of me who stands like an angel. An exhausted, almost scruffy-looking angel more like, but my point still stands.

"You're up late," Spencer observes. It's a simple enough statement— not really judge-y, but I can tell that regardless of his knowledge of my coming home late, he seems shocked to see me coming through the front door right now.

And it's hard to look away from him. Just like it has been for the past two weeks. Still, I try, just barely avoiding his eyes as I cross my arms and fight the urge to clench my legs together. "I'm a whore. What's your excuse?"

Maybe not the best thing to say. But like I said, common sense? Gone.

"O—oh... Umm..." Spencer stumbles through his words, obviously stunned by my response, and the look in his eyes kind of makes me want to curl up in a ball and die from embarrassment. Still, I stand my ground and wait for him to continue.

He settles on a short, "I can't sleep," and then there's nothing else.

"Ah," I express. One syllable. I don't draw it out, I don't exaggerate it... This is the first real conversation I've had alone with him, and I've made it extremely awkward, so I sigh and take a few steps forward, trying to walk past him. "Okay. Goodnight."

I only make it a few steps before he stops me, his hand reaching out to tap my shoulder. "Wait—"

The touch makes me jump, and he pulls it away immediately as I turn to face him. My heart is racing at the speed of light, my panties are soaked through, and if I'm not careful that whole 'no common sense' thing is going to bite me so hard in the ass I won't have one left.

"Can I talk to you?" His voice is barely audible, and the gentle rasp it has to it seems to make me even more wet.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak.

"Look, I um... Your mom has been totally transparent with me about her relationships, so I know that she's been through a lot of them in a short amount of time... And I know that must be a little difficult for you. Especially now that I'm here... And you've been... distant. And I know that I don't know you that well, so forgive me if I'm assuming anything, but I just want you to know that I don't have any intention of making things difficult for you and your mother."

Too late, pal, I think bitterly, the gentle authority in his tone setting my insides alight. I'm positive that voice could get me to do so many things...

That's the alcohol and sex talking, Y/N, just shake it and move on...

He starts again, but I cut him off with a short wave of my hand. "Look, I... I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I had a really long night, and I'm exhausted. I just wanna shower and go to bed."

I expect more resistance, but Spencer only nods. I still can't bring myself to look him in the eye, though this time I catch his hands clenching at the bottom hem of his shirt. "I understand. Sleep well."

Without another word I turn on my heel and walk a little faster towards the stairs, and I'm about to take my first step when I realize he's followed me. His voice calls out my name softly from a few feet behind, and it stops me in my tracks regardless of my desire to get out of there as fast as I can. And then I turn around and finally look directly at his face.

Big mistake.

His eyes are on my legs again, trailing slowly upwards until he reaches my face. The light over here is dimmer, barely noticeable at all, though I swear I can see red forming on his cheeks.

"I like your dress," he says softly. It's almost meek, like he'd been afraid to say it but took a chance anyway.

It's such a random, small compliment, but with the alcohol and endorphins flowing through my body after the night I'd just had, it nearly makes me quiver.

It also makes me incredibly stupid.

An amused, almost sensual grin forms on my face as I make eye contact with him, and I feel myself throb at the way I can just barely see his throat move. He looks like a deer in headlights, afraid to make one sudden move.

"Turning to flattery to try and win me over, are we?" I say slowly.

I almost think he'll stumble over his words once more, but again he surprises me with a full answer. It's only three words but it's clear, and his voice is deep, and I want to fucking jump his bones right then and there.

"Is it working?"

This has to be the alcohol making me imagine things... I swear I didn't even drink that much tonight, but it has to be an obvious lapse in judgement. The drinking mixed with the sex mixed with the dirty thoughts I've been having about this man lately have to be what's making this feel real. It's all culminating into this one big fantasy (or delusion, more like), and all I need is to shower and sleep it off.

That has to be it.

So because there's no other reasonable explanation that my brain can conjure up, I take a chance and throw Spencer a wink before turning and sprinting up the stairs.

And it's that same seemingly undeniable reasoning for this illusion that doesn't keep my hands from wandering in the shower. Even though those warning sirens in my brain keep blaring, telling me that the common sense is still there for me to utilize, they're drowned out by my thrumming heartbeat and the repetition of Spencer's soothing, authoritative voice, guiding my movements.

Keep rubbing your clit for me, baby... Just like that, nice and slow...

Warm water cascades down the front of my body as I lean back into the wall of the shower, but that's not why I'm so warm. This heat radiates through my insides, spreading like wildfire and bringing out small whimpers and mewls that I know I'll have to contain in fear of waking my mom from her bedroom right next door.

But then the thought of her hearing me next door as I cry out her boyfriend's name only excites me more. I keep it quiet still, but just knowing that someone else is in the house while I'm having these thoughts right now (one of them being the object of said thoughts) is what finally brings me over the edge.

I finish my shower on weak legs, definitely overstimulated now, but also feeling even more tired. I know that the moment I lay down on my bed, I'll be pulled into the sweet, soft surrender of a deep sleep.

Nothing else has ever sounded so pleasant.

———

When I woke up that morning after, I was feeling surprisingly calm. Realistically I knew that my whole 'this has to be an illusion' montage had been less truth and more inebriated babble, and the longer I sat on it the more I thought it'd all turned out for the better.

Turns out, tipsily masturbating in the shower to thoughts of your mom's hot new boyfriend was a surefire way to get it out of your system, right?

Wrong.

It really had been okay at first. I thought about Spencer almost immediately, and yeah, he was still hot as fuck—But there wasn't this overwhelming desire within me to jump his bones when I saw him that morning, his hair messy and his hands clutching a cup of coffee while Mom made breakfast behind him.

But that good feeling I had about all of this? It lasts only about a split second.

Because the moment he looks up and sees me, the mug falls out of his hand and shatters to pieces. His eyes stay glued to me, even as my mother darts over to pick up the pieces of the ceramic that are scattered about the table and the floor. And when she turns back to grab a paper towel, he still stares at me, once again at my legs.

It takes me all of four seconds afterwards to remember that not only did I talk to him briefly last night, but I also flirted with him after he complimented me.

That whole part seemed to have slipped my mind when waking up, and now that his gaze is bringing me back to that moment, that 'this has to be an illusion' montage is starting to become larger than I'd remembered.

It isn't until he finally snaps out of it and starts to help my mom clean up the mess that I snap out of it, too, going back upstairs to clear my head and cool the heat radiating over my skin.

———

There's a knock at my bedroom door about an hour later, and it sounds different than my mom's usually quick two-knock succession. That means it's someone else, and unsurprisingly, my stomach tightens at the thought of seeing him again.

"Yeah?" I call out, turning in my desk chair and meeting Spencer's figure in the doorway. He's changed, a rather nice pair of slacks and a white button-up shirt clinging to his limbs.

"Can I come in?"

"Mhm," I say. I still don't know if I entirely trust myself to say anything more than a few words to him, and as he enters the room and sits on the foot of my bed, I wonder if he can tell.

He tries, really tries, to look me in the eye, but I know that it's hard. I've been in the same spot. And then he takes a deep breath before folding his hands in his lap.

"Y/N, I want to apologize... When we... talked last night... It was kind of weird, and then this morning wasn't really any better..." He can barely get out the words 'talk' and 'last night'... And then he avoids my gaze altogether, staring at the floor and trailing off, trying to put his thoughts together it seems.

And that's when it starts to click into place.

There's one thing that both last night and this morning have in common, and I've noticed it almost every time I've caught him staring at me. At my legs. It's happened almost daily since I've met him. And then, the night I come home clearly having just been fucked, waltzing past him, entertaining his fascination with my legs and then masturbating to thoughts of him in the shower, he finally starts dropping mugs.

He must also really feel something here. Something similar to my own feelings. And really, that should be a red flag, because he's my mom's boyfriend, and it's a goddamned fucking mess...

But fuck, it excites me.

I'm still wearing my pajama shorts, silky and lavender in color, and I use them to my advantage, slowly crossing one leg over the other and just barely gaining Spencer's attention back.

"Yeah, what was that, anyway?" I ask him, amusement dripping off my tongue.

I can tell from his reaction that he wasn't expecting me to ask. A few times he opens his mouth to speak and then closes it , stumbling before panicking. He's been pretty good so far at coming up with answers and explanations, so the fact that this time I finally seemed to have broken him down makes it all the more clear.

He must have heard me in the shower.

Right?

I'm almost completely positive that's what this is about. And there's one way for me to get the confirmation I'm looking for.

"So you heard me, huh?"

I try to keep my voice as plain as I can as not to give away my motives, and with my luck Spencer is so flustered that he probably wouldn't have even noticed it at all. He looks up at me, his eyes desperately trying to find something he can use to make up a lie, but in the end there's no use.

I've caught him. And he knows it.

"Yes," he whispers. He looks exhausted, guilty, and also a little like he wants to cross the barrier and kiss me.

Okay, maybe that part's just in my head. I really can't tell. But I do know that hearing me call his name out in the shower last night is what brought him to this point of severe distress. As much as that excites me, though, it also embarrasses me a little. Maybe if it hadn't happened we could have avoided further destruction.

It must read on my face, because Spencer perks a little. "Oh! Y/N, I'm not... I'm not mad or anything. I really didn't mean to overhear and invade your privacy... Really, I-I'm sorry."

The fact that he's apologizing to me right now, rather than acting all grossed out that I even did it in the first place, tells me he either feels guilty for not being able to help himself from hearing me, or he's just a good guy who loves my mom and doesn't want to ruin it because of a little mishap.

Either way, it's frustrating, because I don't know what to do.

Well, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if I should hint at it.

But then he does something. It's small, and no one would have noticed, but I've been fascinated with his hands since the moment I met him, so my eyes are instantly drawn there.

They're clenched so hard, his knuckles are nearly white.

He's nervous.

To ease his mind a bit, I hold off on poking the bear harder (though it's really tempting to see what will happen if I don't) and nod, trying to make myself look as apologetic and small as possible.

"It's okay... I... I won't make it awkward if you won't?"

His shoulders slump, and his body seems to relax. "Y–yeah. Yeah, deal."

He gets up off the bed and blurts one final apology before heading for the door, but that part of me that wants to poke the bear further makes me stand up and follow him.

"Spencer?" I call out.

He freezes and turns to face me, and I don't think he quite expected me to be as close as I am. I have to tilt my head up to look at him, and the angle gives me an added layer of this innocence I'm trying to achieve.

"I'm sorry, too..."

No the fuck I'm not.

Whether he can sense my lie or not, he doesn't show it. But I think he at least knows that I'm pitching my voice a little higher on purpose, and if that doesn't give it away, the way I'm staring at him sure should.

Still, he only nods and retreats.

All there's left to do is see what happens.

JUNE 25th

For someone who agreed not to make things awkward, Spencer sure can't keep his eyes off of me.

To be fair, I have tried to keep things fairly normal. I only really interacted with him if I had to, I kept my distance, and I saved my skimpier clothing for the strangers I was regularly going out to see almost every weekend.

My lustful feelings for him aren't as strong now that I've been getting some on a semi-regular basis and keeping myself occupied. I've been doing my part.

But I still can't shake him entirely.

Whenever he spends the night (which is surprisingly most nights), the occasional wet dream about him gets me frustrated when I know he's just down the hall and sleeping soundly next to my mom. On those days I try to cut as much interaction with him as I can, though it doesn't keep me from seeing the occasional stare he throws my way.

I wish I could say that I hate it.

But I don't, and it increasingly gets worse. It's only been a week, so there's still time, but honestly, I don't think there's any shaking him.

Today especially is one of those days where it's hard not to give into the incessant need to tease him and coax some stronger reaction out of him.

I talked to Mom earlier this morning about getting some new clothes, and she had this brilliant idea to have Spencer take me. "It would be a good chance for you two to bond a little, don't you think?" she insisted, nudging him in the side and silently pleading with her eyes for him to agree.

I could tell from the look on his face that he really wasn't ready to be alone with me again, but that only excited me.

"Yeah, I think that's a great idea," I piped up, positively beaming.

Mom was so excited for us to 'bond' and also that I was gladly inclined to go through with it that Spencer couldn't have said no to her even if he wanted to.

And I was pretty sure he didn't want to.

Yet here we are, sitting in the car, the air conditioning so strong it's blowing some of my hair into my eyes. I think it had been his way of punishing me for choosing today to wear a short skirt, something I usually refrain from nowadays unless I'm going out, and it makes me smile. I can't help it.

I also can't help the way my fingers play with my skirt, dying to tease him some more. I just want to see, to know for sure that I'm driving him mad.

"No offence, but you seem weird today... Is there something wrong?" I ask him, lifting my skirt just a smidge. The air from the car blows the fabric in waves.

"You're acting this way on purpose."

Well, I hadn't been expecting that answer... All this time he'd hardly been confrontative, and now he's full-on calling me out. It's plain to see that he's finally snapped, and I would have felt sorry about it if I didn't find it extremely sexy.

"What do you mean?"

"Y/N..."

My name on his lips is a warning. He's clearly annoyed, exasperated, and I'm loving every second. "Don't act oblivious. I'm not stupid, and neither are you. I don't want to make you hate me or anything, but you have to know where I'm coming from. I was willing to let the shower thing slide... And you said you were too, for that matter, so I don't know what's changed, but it has to stop now. Understood?"

Oh, all I want is to argue with him. I want to point out that none of this is really my fault because he's the one who hasn't been able to stop staring at me all summer so far. I want to tell him that if he wants this to stop he has to make it stop.

But that isn't going to give me any of the answers I'm looking for or further proof of my theory that he wants me just as badly as I want him. And I am not going to fuck this whole situation up by making a poorly-timed move on him.

I have to know for sure.

So, I fold my hands neatly in my lap, sigh, and look dead ahead. "Right... We said no awkwardness. I'm sorry."

Spencer seems to accept my apology and continues down the road.

When we make it to the mall I think he's calmed down. At least, he seems a little more comfortable around me, and honestly I'm okay with it. As much as his spiel in the car turned me on, it also exhausted me to the point of silence.

Even as we walk around each store in the mall, I just lead and he follows, not saying a word when I pick out a top or a pair of pants or whatever else I need. And when it comes time to pay, he takes the basket from me and pays for it with no question.

Near five bags of clothes later, I figure I could get used to this new dynamic.

But then we pass a lingerie store, and I remember that the main thing I'd needed was new underwear. I start to turn into the store, but stop suddenly, pausing awkwardly and deciding to go straight ahead instead.

"You don't want to go in?" Spencer asks.

I shake my head. "No, it's fine. I can just pick some up later, it's not a big deal."

He sighs then, nodding his head towards the sign. "If you need to go in, you can... I'll just wait out here if you're uncomfortable."

I really want to call him out, ask him if he's the one who should be worried about being uncomfortable. But so far this afternoon has been pretty decent, and I really don't want to make things any weirder than they have to be.

Besides... If my theory is right...

"Sure. Thanks. Uh, how am I gonna pay, though?"

"O—Oh... I'll uh... I'll just watch the counter and come in when you need me."

"Orrrr, you could just give it to me?"

This time I get a laugh out of him. "Not a chance. Go in, I'll wait."

I smile at him and hand him the bags to hold onto while I leave, and it fills me with absolute amusement that he'd just given me one more ounce of proof that I'm right.

He's gonna have to come inside and pay for what I bought. He could have just given me the card, and maybe he truly doesn't trust me with it (which I don't know why he wouldn't honestly), but he chose to come inside all the same.

I browse happily then, going through the displays and picking out things I need, but also things I know Spencer will like.

Specifically, I stumble on a pair of lavender panties, embroidered with flowery trim up top. The pattern from the outside is lace, but there's a thin layer of cotton underneath designed to be more comfortable to wear.

I've noticed that he can never seem to look away when I'm wearing anything, really, but it's more intense when I wear one of two things. Florals, and any type of purple. And these fit both of those bills perfectly.

Now there's just one more bill to take care of.

I stride over to the counter and turn around, finding that Spencer's caught my eye immediately. Either he truly had been paying attention to the counter the whole time, or he'd been watching through the glass, following me with his gaze to the best of his abilities. Either way, he blinks a few times and looks like he's gathering the courage to go in before actually taking any steps.

I laugh to myself, eager to gauge his reaction to this next step.

Surprisingly, he holds up well. The air between me, him, and the cashier is obviously awkward, but he doesn't say anything and barely looks at what she rings up. (I say barely because he tries extremely hard not to look at the purple pair I picked out, inadvertently adding another checkmark to my list of proof.) She tells him the total, he hands her the card, and within a minute, everything is in our possession and we're leaving the mall entirely.

I don't think there are any more steps to my plan today once we get in the car and I tell him thank you. (To which he responds a short and simple, Sure thing, and turns the radio on.)

But then there's a note taped to the front door, and it instantly gives me another one.

My Sweethearts,

I got called in on a work emergency and won't be back until 7. I would have called but I figured you were having a nice time and didn't want to interrupt! I'll bring home dinner, and then maybe you can tell me about how your day went. Can't wait to hear it!

XOXO,

Eve/Mom

I check my phone, seeing that it's almost 3.

Perfect.

But I don't want to give myself away too quickly, so I thank Spencer again for taking me out and tell him that I'm going upstairs to make sure everything fits right. He nods and lets me go, though not without lingering eyes. I can feel it.

The smile never leaves my face as I try all my clothes on. Once each article has been fitted, I throw it in a laundry basket and move to the next, until I get to the last piece.

The lavender panties.

As expected, they fit perfectly, and as I look at myself in the mirror I picture what Spencer would look like when he sees me wearing them.

That's right. When.

I throw back on my earlier outfit and grab the basket, acting as bored and normal as possible to find him sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book.

"Hey," I greet him, setting the basket in front of me once I reach the bottom of the stairs. "Everything fits good, I just need them washed now. Could you run these down to the laundry room for me? I think I'm gonna make something to snack on before Mom brings dinner."

It doesn't surprise me to see him look at my legs before my face, even if it is brief. I want to smile, but I hold back, watching him nod with a tight smile of his own.

"Sure."

He disappears and then I wait.

One...

Two...

Three.

I sneak as quietly as I can to the laundry room once I hear the washer door open. I hadn't specifically asked him to put them in the washer for me on purpose, and it looks like now he's doing exactly what I thought he might.

My head peeks around the corner, barely in his range of sight as I watch him empty the basket. He takes one item of clothing at a time and throws it in the washer, and halfway through the basket he stops, just to place a pair of my new underwear on the dryer beside him.

My heart races faster the more I wait for him to get to the end of the basket. Once he does, he pauses again, and I think I know exactly what he's looking for.

Still, he sets the basket aside and picks up the stray pair of underwear, a simple black cotton pair that I'd been getting for years, and drapes it over his hands. My thighs instantly clench, and I try so hard to remain where I am so I can see where he takes this.

He takes it straight to hell, apparently, tentatively pulling his dick out of his pants and gripping it firmly. I can barely see since his back is partially turned, but I see enough, and god he's so fucking pretty. My underwear dangle from his left hand while the other works slowly over his erection, a soft sigh falling from his lips.

I fight to let one of my own slip as my hand sinks down the front of my body, past the lavender cotton and lace that I know he just wishes he had right now.

And then, a few seconds later he's already coming, using my brand new underwear to catch each rope of it, and the sight nearly has me on my knees.

And because I want to catch him in the act, I quickly draw my hand away from myself and step into the room, barely giving him time to recover.

"You come fast."

Spencer looks utterly devastated when he turns to see me standing in the entryway to the laundry room, arms crossed and an amused smirk adorning my face.

"Y/N... I—I... I'm so sorry, I didn't... I..."

"Don't worry about it," I say, taking a step towards him and shrugging. "You heard me, and now I heard you... We're even. Besides, I... figured you might be looking for these."

He's still stunned, but he looks down all the same, watching my hands slip under my skirt and glide the lavender panties down my legs. I step out of them and hold the garment up on one finger, a soft smile still on my face.

"I picked 'em out just for you, you know," I tell him, tossing them past his face and into the washer. "I've noticed that you like purple."

This time he's quick to respond. "Y/N, we... We can't... This isn't right."

"Says the man holding my underwear soaked in his cum..."

He looks panicked again, extremely guilty, but if this isn't going to end in a total disaster, then I have to reassure him that I'm okay.

"Spencer, I'm not mad..." I take another step forward, and it feels much like trying to approach a wounded animal. I can see in his eyes and in his posture that this conflict is killing him, so I decide to show some rapport. "And I know... I know this is messy... I love my mom... And I'm sure you care about her a lot... But are we really going to ignore this? We tried that, remember? And now look where we are."

"I..." He swallows, shaking his head and trying to avoid my eyes. "I can't stop thinking about you... I can't..."

My hand finds his arm, and the light touch has him sighing out, an incredulous, breathy laugh escaping him. "Y/N, please... Don't."

"Don't what?" I ask softly, praying he won't turn me away. If he does, we're just back to square one, only the square is jagged, sharper than ever before, and in serious danger of injuring someone.

When he meets my eyes, I see nothing but a desire for something he knows he can't have. "Don't want me."

Now it's my turn to laugh. My knees start to wobble as I go down, keeping my eyes locked onto his, and I swear I see them dilate fully. I scoot in closer, sliding my hand up his leg and finding the words in my heart to finally say out loud.

"It's too late for that..."

My face moves closer, and the hand of his that doesn't currently hold my underwear flies down to gently tug at my hair, keeping me in place.

"If you do this... God, Y/N, I won't be able to stop myself..."

A smirk dances over my lips as I lean in, breath fanning gently over his exposed skin. "Don't."

He swallows. "Don't what?"

"Don't stop yourself."

I barely get the words out before his hand is completely pulling me towards him, and the second my lips press against the silky skin of his hard cock, he loses it completely.

His fingers thread through my hair as I kiss and lick my way softly up to the tip. Once I'm there, I swirl my tongue out and taste the small beads of cum that had remained after he came, a low, satiated hum radiating through my body and making him shiver under my touch.

And then I wrap my lips fully around the head of his dick, and there's no stopping the most beautiful sound I've ever heard come out of his mouth. It's a broken, desperate whisper of my name. The crack in his voice when he says it spurs me forward, and I take him deeper into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

That's when he tosses my underwear in the washer and uses both of his hands to grab my head, roughly guiding me along his cock and fully taking control of my actions.

The fire in my belly doesn't ease up, not even once he's decided that he can't take it anymore and pulls me off of him harshly.

And that's only because now he's fully turned over, finally given into these desires that have been plaguing him presumably from the moment we met.

"I want you stripped and in your bed, on your hands and knees within the next five minutes."

I get up off the floor and walk up to him until our bodies are flush, my arms reaching up to wrap around his neck.

"What are you gonna do to me, Spencer?"

He searches my eyes, and his own grow dark with the purest form of sin I'd ever seen. And when his hands come up over the back of my legs, and under my skirt to grab my ass and pull me even closer to him, I can't help the little mewl that slips past my lips.

He smiles, and if it hadn't been for the grip he held on me, I would have fallen to my knees. "Little girl, when I'm through with you, you'll have to come up with some excuse to your mom about why you can't walk straight... Is that what you want?"

The mention of my mom should send me running in the opposite direction, but his threat only prolongs that fire in my veins and makes me want him even more.

I tilt my head up and press a gentle kiss to his lips.

"Do your worst..."

———

Turns out he was very true to his word.

Sitting at the kitchen table is somewhat of a relief, but I try not to walk around as much when Mom gets home. She'd asked me almost immediately if I was okay, and I told her I was just hungry and needed to eat something.

She seemed to have bought it, rushing to the kitchen to unpack the fast food she'd ordered for us. Over her shoulder, Spencer gave me a sly smile, and it took everything I had within myself not to crumble.

Through bites of food, I only half-listen to Mom telling us about the stuff she had to do at work because most of the words I'm hearing are in my head— A loop of endless dirty talk that plants deep into the soil of my stomach and spreads out through my whole body. It infects me, like the most beautiful poison, and I never want it to stop.

"Tell me, sweetheart, you ever let a man come inside you before?"

His weight on top of me coupled together with the heft of his voice has me whining out in pleasure, each snap forward of his hips over my ass as he pounds into me from behind the most delectable burn I've ever felt.

"Uh huh," I answer happily, twisting my head to feel his cheek against my own. "That night you heard me in the shower... I walked through the door with a stranger's cum soaking my panties... And you know what?"

He grumbles, his hips hitting into me harder as he waits for me to continue.

"I wished it was yours..."

My legs clench together under the table and I take a large gulp of water.

I feel something graze over my bare shin, and I already know it's Spencer's foot, a silent reassurance of his presence and that no matter what, he'll always be here.

"Here's what's going to happen..."

He has me on my back now, my legs hoisted over his shoulders and bent back so I'm nearly folded in half. His hips are flush against mine and I can feel his cock throbbing as he comes into the condom.

"You're gonna make an appointment to make sure you're clean... You're gonna make sure you're on good birth control... And then the next time I fuck this pretty little pussy, you're gonna really know what it feels like to have a man come inside you."

Right... Like I really need a reminder of his presence.

I can practically feel it still inside me, taking up every inch of space my body could provide. And no matter how long I go without seeing him, I have no doubt that it'll always remain.

"But that's enough about me, I'm sorry." Mom's voice shifts and breaks me out of my fantasy. "So, how did your day of bonding go? You have fun?"

Spencer and I share a look, a smile spreading over his lips that makes me smile in turn.

"Yeah, Mom," I say. "It was great."

He nods in kind. "Yeah... We'll definitely have to do it again."

His foot grazing over my leg under the table cements the unwavering smile on my face, as does the way my whole body burns at the memory of him fucking me upstairs only hours before.

I don't even flinch or get sick to my stomach when Mom reaches over and gives Spencer a kiss.

———

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Ok I know asks are closed but if you can, could you please continue the Eddie x therapist reader? It's so good ;-; Hope you get better soon

(you know what, fuck it. might have to rewrite this whole 'series' some day but i felt like having some fun with this and some people wanted a part 2. wintery fun with eddie and also depression lol. i wrote like.... most of this while drunk. i have SOME i.e. MANY regrets. it's so shitty. this is my yuletide gift to you all <3 sorry.)

PART 1

Well, maybe he doesn't. Maybe he doesn't love you. Don't overreact. He's sick.

You hurried down the carpeted hallway, eyes unseeing as you swallowed thickly in an attempt to calm the lurches in your stomach. The soft sounds of your shoes thumping in sync with the blood in your ears. The hum of the lights. Too much. With every step, another thought slipped into your head, rhythmically pounding into your brain.

He's ill. You're his psychiatrist. Stop running. He's ill. He means no harm. He wants to cut you up like the rest of those poor women in the faded polaroids. He loves you. He didn't say it though. But he did. He's sick. It's sick. You're sick.

You stopped dead in your tracks, leaning against the wall, out of breath.

It's just an obsession. He doesn't love you. Fucking relax and stop entertaining stupid ideas about someone like that. Like him.

You pressed your bag to your chest, hugging it tight, swallowing back bile as you thought about what you hissed to the stern-faced guards as soon as you exited in a hurry:

"No need. Don't hurt him."

You hoped to every god you could think of that they wouldn't hurt him. It wasn't exactly a good look, you running out of a consultation like that. But you really, really hoped they wouldn't hurt him.

You screwed your eyes shut.

Stop entertaining any ideas.

But your heart felt a little lighter at the sound of his voice and the flesh of your hip burnt and ached as if his touch had lit you on fire.

Stop.

The chilling rains of November passed quickly and the ground froze in odd shapes as the trucks that came and went pressed the mountain road's mud into little canyons of zigzag patterns that proved to be a match for your cheap tires. Then came the snow. Bing Crosby on the radio and orderlies and patients alike roaming the halls in cheaply made santa hats. Archimbaud's incessant singing and thick pillars of grey smoke in the mornings that you wished and hoped, in vain, were coming from the kitchens' chimneys and not the crematorium. The holidays were soon approaching and Mount Massive was as miserable as ever. Most radiators refused to work and only rumbled in protest if someone tried to turn them on. Everything was so cold and numb and dull and you were so glad that soon you'd have one weekend to yourself. Just for rest.

You rarely slept well these days. Ink blots and screeching and flashes of large hands around your neck filled your dreams and you often woke up on sweaty, twisted sheets and a ringing in your ears. Something was profoundly wrong. Something heavy hung in the air over your bed. Something was with you all the time.

"Eddie, my lo-ove, I love you so-o-oh..."

For the third night in a row, you were hunched over your therapy notes, navy blue scribbles on thin paper melting into the static inside your eyeballs as you sipped your freshly brewed tea and pressed your headphones deeper into your ears, so deep that it almost hurt.

Lately your playlists were filled with The Chordettes and Julie London and you kind of hated it, but some old, old tunes toned down the buzzing inside your head. It was the only thing that helped. Somehow.

"How I wanted for you, you'll never know..."

You rubbed your temples and tried to make sense of your own handwriting. Choppy sentences that you would have to mould into a coherent report in a few days. A progress report.

You frowned at a single word you had written down on the eighth of November; babies. Oh yeah, he had talked about babies. Children in general. Your heart skipped a beat as you remembered how oddly soft his eyes looked, how his voice was low and breathy and he smiled a more reserved, shy smile - no, you really shouldn't think about that right now. Stay on topic. Just babies. His babies. How he wanted a lovely girl to have his baby, to be full with his child, his eyes roving over your body. Yet, the innocent smile... And how he yearned and pined and begged for them. Had he mentioned you? You didn't even want to remember. Not now, when recalling the softness of his eyes.

Your head was throbbing as you heard yourself laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of your situation. You tapped your ballpoint pen against your bottom lip, clicking it against your teeth, your eyes fixed on the paper. Then slowly, you lowered the tip to the paper and wrote in confident, deliberate strokes: "Patient sometimes discusses an almost compulsive want for a family, perhaps as a way of trying to "right" the trauma of his own past."

It was as close to the truth as you were ever going to get. You stilled for a moment, then continued.

"Acknowledges his own father's failure. A first step into breaking a cycle of abuse."

You watched the ink dry for a moment, then harshly crossed over your last sentence, the paper dipping down with the weight of your hand. Then you crossed out the word sometimes and above that mass of navy threads in capital letters, you wrote often.

The last Thursday before the holidays was slow as molasses. About a foot of snow had trapped you inside the asylum and while you and everyone else whose shifts had ended waited for the snow plough to do its job, you decided to sneak from a fire exit door into the courtyard for a quick smoke.

"Please, please, Eddie - don't make me wa-a-ait too long..."

Had it become a bad habit? Yes. But something inside you craved the disgusting taste of tar and the stuffiness in your lungs. It was like something in you had clicked in the past weeks and something about it felt right to do just now.

You pushed the door open with your weight, battling against considerable mounds of snow on the steps that led to the recreation area of the courtyard that was surrounded by the bulk of the asylum. Just a quick smoke to calm the buzzing inside your brain and then off to home - that was a solid plan.

You nuzzled your chin against the high collar of your jacket and eyed the high wire fences that surrounded you as you slowly walked through the yard. The claustrophobic corridors reminded you of those little walkways that cattle was forced through in big slaughter houses. Instead of solid plywood, you saw rusted wire and sharpness. The soft golden light on the high lampposts created blurry latticework-like patterns on trampled snow as you went deeper into the courtyard, towards nothingness. There was really no plan. Not anymore. It was like the corridors and pathways were taking you somewhere. Everything was quiet, almost hypnotic. You smiled to yourself. Just checking stuff out.

Loud male voices sounded out in the distance as you turned a corner and saw a more open area a few dozen yards in front of you.

Men, patients, running around in the snowy courtyard, open jackets flapping and floating in the breeze like the wings of overgrown birds as they ran in circles, threw themselves on the ground or against the fence, laid there for a moment then began the cycle anew while hollering in a cacophony of cheers. You stopped for a while, gripping the pack of cigarettes inside your pocket and wondered if you should turn around or stay here. Maybe go closer?

Then you saw the tallest form inside the cage-like area, and felt your heart leap to your throat for a fleeting moment as you instantly recognised the hulking yet slim mass bathed in the light. He was leaning against the fence, facing you. Eddie. As if he knew you were there. He was far enough that you could only see his outline against the soft light, but as he gripped the wire fence, his fingers sprawled and digging into the metal, you could sense he knew you were right there.

You felt your legs move before you could even really register what was going on. He was nearing you, no, you were nearing him and you felt a grin spread to your face as the dull buzzing inside you ceased and was placed with a wonderful awareness of the cold air around you.

You reached the edge of the recreation area, yet stopped dead in your tracks a few feet before the fence which Eddie was leaning against as you eyed him up and down. Mostly, you didn't care to draw the attention of the guards who were facing away from you, mumbling and yawning to each other. You weren't sure if you were allowed to be near the patients when it came to their so-called free time. But you didn't really care.

"Hi, Eddie," you bowed your head slightly.

Eddie was smiling, too. His high cheekbones were decorated with a bright blush from the frosty air and stray snow flakes peppered his hair and shoulders, glimmering in the light that shone from behind him.

"Lovely to see you," he sighed and nodded his head in return, his face melting into a soft expression as he met your eyes.

"Likewise," you smiled, your gaze fixed on his jacket - a motheaten navy blue duster with sleeves that were too short for Eddie. You'd heard the winter clothes for the patients came from donation bins. This was probably the best he could get. His thick forearms were pretty much bare in the cold, except for his fingerless gloves that you thought were way too cold for the mountain air.

"What are you doing here?" Eddie asked, shifting his feet slightly, the harsh cotton of his issued patient-uniform rustling as he tried to fight against the cold.

You shrugged.

"Just went out for a cig, I guess."

"Ooh," his gasp was exaggerated, "Setting a bad example for the rest of us, I see."

He was still leaning against the fence, his arms spread slightly as he gripped the wire and leaned towards you. It was almost predatory, the way he loomed over you, and suddenly, you were kind of glad there was some kind of barrier between the two of you.

You raised your eyes to him.

His face was paler than usual, not accounting for his cheeks. There was something almost sickly about him, you thought, as you saw deep bags underneath his blue eyes and how deep the lines on his skin looked. You'd never noticed it before, but he looked tired and almost pained. You felt yourself step closer to him. And now that you were only a foot or so away from him, you saw the rosy buds of a pretty harsh rash on the corner of his lip and a busted blood vessel in his eye. You felt a cold wave pass through your stomach and a heavy weight settled. For a moment, you were quiet. Then you decided to open your mouth.

You gestured wildly towards the redness in his left eye.

"What happened there?"

"I'll live," Eddie dodged and threw his head back, his hands in his pockets as he rocked on his heels, the snow squaeking beneath his combat boots. He eyed you up and down, seemingly taking a good look at you. A thought crossed your mind - had he ever even seen you outside of your therapy sessions?

"You didn't answer my question, Eddie," you frowned, pinching your cigarette between your numb fingers.

"I skipped to the most important part."

You rolled your eyes.

"I'm supposed to know what's going on with you," you crossed your arms and cocked your head to the side, a small smile tugging at your lips as you tried to quell the pangs of wholly unprofessional worry inside you, "Besides, small talk."

"About my eyes?" Eddie quirked a brow.

"Jesus, you're tough to talk to when you're not... sitting down?" you shook your head, exasperated.

He huffed out a laugh.

"I'm not that difficult."

"Sometimes you are."

"You still love me and my small talk."

"As if."

"Been listening to the Chordettes lately?"

"How... How did you know?" your eyes were wide, and your guts twisted in discomfort. How?

"Lucky guess," he mouthed, eyebrows hugh, then he flashed a toothy grin, continuing, "See, I told you we have a connection, love," he winked at you, the bastard.

"We really don't."

You had recovered pretty quickly.

"What would you know, dear?" he challenged, pearly white teeth glistening as a cold, teasing smile tugged at his lips. You realized Dr. Snow was right - he was a frustrating subject indeed.

"You know I have a master's degree in this sh-... stuff, right?" you gritted your teeth, throwing a sideways glance to the guards' hulking forms a few dozen feet away, "And call me by my last name, please. Or my first name," you added quickly as you saw him furrow his thick brows.

But then Eddie just grinned.

"Oh? When you're not working, we still have to act brand new? I see. So tell me, then," he narrowed his eyes, a foxy glint cutting through the cold air between you like a razor blade, "Is it doctor or mistress?"

Your heart was beating so fast. You glared at him in a manner you hoped wasn't too unbecoming. You decided that you had lost this battle.

"You want a smoke?" you blurted out.

"Sure, but not here," he cocked his head to the side, gesturing to his right side, "Walk with me."

"Uh... What?" you tried to follow.

"There's a hole in the fence," Eddie explained in a voice that teetered on the edge of a whisper, "Right over there. You can reach in."

"Ah. Okay," you nodded apprehensively.

"Wonderful," he smiled, straightened his back, and pushed himself off the fence, causing it to rattle and whine out a metallic little creak that you could feel at the base of your skull.

He began taking large, delibreate steps to his destination. He gave a quick glance at you from over his shoulder when you stood still in the snow, staring at him. A silent question in his eyes, and a silent response in yours. You bit your lip and began hiking towards the corner of the cage-like recreation area where the wire was twisted and lay in waves off the pole in the corner, providing a small hole. Everything was so, so weird. And wrong. Everything.

Without a word, the two of you settled on each side of the hole, and you dug into your pockets, searching for your cigarettes.

"Wait," you huffed, just to fill the air, to provide any other noise than the yelling in the background, "These damn pockets."

"Take your time," Eddie hummed.

You popped open the carton with shaky fingers and held one of the cigs between your index and middle finger, presenting it to him like it was made of glass. You snatched your hand back as soon as he had a grip on it. He just chuckled. He enjoyed being in control. He enjoyed your nervousness.

"Those'll kill you," you smiled sadly, watching him place the cigarette between his teeth and digging his hands into his pockets.

"If you don't kill me first," he uttered from the corner of his mouth, bowing towards the small hole in the fence so that his mouth was level with it, "Light me up?"

For a moment, you hesitated. Then your cold fingers curled around your lighter and you pushed both of your hands inside to the other side of the fence. It took a few tries to get the spark going. Cupping your hand around the small flickering flame, your mouth felt very dry as Eddie bent down and guided the tip of his cigarette towards the flame. Speckles of gold on the tip, and a deep breath that deepened the gold into a flaming orange. Then he straightened up, brought his fingers to his lips and sucked on the cigarette, his eyes half-lidded as he took a deep, deep breath, then opened his mouth and sighed, smoke billowing out. It was hypnotic. You swallowed empty air, feeling your throat constrict. Nervousness. Something else.

He tilted his head back and chuckled.

"Oh, darling, that feels good," he purred, "Thanks a lot."

You nodded, pulling your hands to your side of the fence, but felt his larger hand snatch your wrist when it was halfway through the hole. You let out a small squeal.

"Eddie!"

"Relax," he took another drag of his cigarette, his voice deep and breathy.

"I'll yell for the guards," you whispered, feeling slight panic as you watched his clever fingers trace the curve of your wrist, the callouses on his palm pressing against your tender flesh as he slid his hand to touch your fingers, lifting them up one by one.

"As if you would," he mumbled, a slight smile tugging at his taut facial muscles. His fingers brushed against yours as he caught your hand gently in his own. Your eyes darted between your intertwined hands and the cigarette on his lips. Some burning ash dropped down from the tip onto the veiny back of his hand. He didn't flinch.

"Come on," he muttered, "Pull away."

You didn't.

"Eddie, stop," you pleaded, your heart beating a million miles a minute.

"Pull away," he repeated, blue eyes drilling into yours. He didn't smile anymore.

You remained quiet. His hands were warm. Too warm. Hot skin that smelt of dirt and hand sanitizer, of cloves and a desperate ache for some kind of human contact that doesn't hurt.

The cigarette fell to the ground and snuffed itself out on a pile of greying snow. He raised your hand to his mouth, his shallow breaths making your head spin as you realized that you wouldn't stop this. Couldn't stop this.

He kissed the very tips of your fingers, slowly, sensually.

The warmth from his lips spread in a slow shockwave throughout your body, thoroughly eradicating the numbness of your icy fingers and you took a deep breath of the cold air around you, where his scent lingered, and for a moment, there was only Eddie and Eddie's chapped lips against your fingertips. And for a moment, you forgot how fucked up everything was, you forgot the wire fence between the two of you, you forgot that there was duty and responsibility and the whole bulk of the asylum and its blood-soaked worlds between the two of you. All you felt was him. So, so close to you.

He raised his baby blue eyes to you and smiled very softly, his lips still touching your fingers, feathery light, his breath so, so warm. You sighed.

"We really shouldn't. I shouldn't," you whispered, averting your gaze from his, the frost stinging your cheeks and another sting that you realized, to your horror, felt like tears prickling the corners of your eyes.

"I know," he muttered, bowing his head and pressing your palm to his cheek, where your digits found soft flesh and hot skin, "I know, but I don't think I can stop it," his voice barely above a whisper.

You chewed the inside of your cheek, not responding. You didn't pull your hand away either. The sharply cut edges of the wire fence were starting to dig into your wrist that rested on them, but you didn't care. You couldn't pull away, and you realised it a little too late. You just couldn't. It felt like the sharp edges had nailed you to him. You felt like your arm would tear off if you dared to pull away. Most of all, you didn't want to pull your hand back to your side of the fence. You hated yourself.

"Snow," Eddie hummed.

You looked up at the sky, and indeed, you saw and felt speckles of white floating down to your lashes, glimmering like a million little shards of glass, their hypnotic little jerks like a dance in the mountain wind. It was snowing again. Soon everything would be covered again in a fresh coat and everything would be calm again. For a moment.

"Yeah," you said, voice hoarse, blinking up at the dusky maroon sky.

"I love snow. Really makes the season, don't you think? So pure and untainted," Eddie mumbled, breathing into your fingers and rubbing the warmth into them with his palms, the wool of his fingerless gloves prickling your skin, "Soft," he whispered against your hand, "Just like you, my love. A little cold as well. But I don't mind."

You heard him chuckle dryly.

You dared to face him again. He was smiling. That gentle, genuine, yet solemn smile that you hadn't seen for a while that tore at your heartstrings. It's like he knew what he was doing. Maybe he did. It's like he was digging a rusty blade inside your chest and twisting but you didn't even care too much. It hurt, but not too much for you to fight back.

"I can't, Eddie -..."

"I know," he nodded, "But try."

You gave a shaky smile, and felt a hot tear roll down your cheek. You swallowed. Maybe you could stay for a while. Just for a while, and let all of this happen, for a while. Maybe you could stay right where you were, your hand in his, for the entirety of the break. Maybe for a month or two, just standing there. For him. Let him feel the warmth he needed. For a while.

"Happy holidays, darling."

He grinned boyishly, his blush too intense to be all from the cold. He pressed the tip of his nose against your index finger and sighed, his warmth engulfing you as you melted into him, throwing all other thoughts to the wind. And for a moment, all of your world was snow and the gentle breeze and his blue eyes as he blinked away the snowflakes that fell on his lashes. Silvery white against deep, angry red.

What a lovely sight.

(haha yes the morphigenic engine is bleeding into your consciousness as well Deal With It i guess.)

#outlast #outlast: whistleblower #outlast x reader #eddie gluskin #eddie gluskin x reader #implied abuse /#smoking /#i was like hey eddie and snow what can we do with this #like when you have two ingredients and you try to make a full meal and it turns shitty but you have your idea kind of intact #eddie and snow it is #reader insert #female reader #outlast fanfiction

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