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nytb · 6 months

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Punch after punch

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A born and raised Zaragozan, surrounded by boxing for her whole life, Y/N. A cocky persona, an undefeated record - everyone wanted to take her down, but Alexia only desired to be taken out by the Spaniard.

Both stars met at Mapi's new apartment festivities - that woman always had an excuse to throw a dinner party. After many attempts to turn the invite down, Y/N caved - Mapi was one of her childhood friends, that meant a lot to Y/N.

Little did the boxing star know, it was a setup.

Mapi had been led down the "it could turn out to be the romantic story everyone dreams of" road. Alexia had her way with words, sweetening a manipulation scheme into a cute little invite to the dinner party a certain Y/N would happen to attend.

To be completely honest, Alexia had been pining over the boxer for a while now. In Spain, any female athlete that rises to the top that fast is going to show up on people's radars.

In Alexia's case, Y/N's first appearance in the midfielder's life was through an iPhone screen - a pool party at a rooftop in Zaragoza, both Y/N and Mapi's home-town. The boxer was the center of the party, women practically threw themselves at her at any possibility - but Y/N remained respectful, putting space between anyone who so much as dared to approach her body.

That detail was engraved in Alexia's mind - well that and her body. Boxers are known to have the body everyone dreams of, especially during fighting season.

Alexia had made it her mission to be one of the first people to show up, something that alerted Mapi - the midfielder loved to be fashionably late, to be the center of attention when she arrived anywhere.

As people showed up, Alexia's demeanor changed. Person after person walked through the door, Y/N was nowhere in sight. Was she a no show? Was her word worth nothing?

That was until high pitch squeaks came from the door. Y/N had arrived and the dinner guests knew it. The boxer, now tangled with two beautiful women on her neck as they welcomed her, didn't even fight against the invasion of her private space.

Odd - that's all that Alexia allowed herself to think of the situation, jealousy wasn't yet an option.

As Y/N made her way to the terrace, where Mapi was entertaining her Norwegian girlfriend's friends, Alexia made it her mission to stay on the sidelines. She wasn't about to be caught gravelling for someone's attention.

"I see you still love throwing parties" Y/N hugged Mapi, everyone around them eyeing the boxer up and down.

Tight T-Shirt, ripped Jeans, simple sneakers. A simple fit but paired with a godlike physique could be the downfall of anyone.

"And I see that you're still a workaholic" the defender replies "Didn't even have time to dry your hair or is this a quick visit?" she questions.

The boxer was quick to reply "Do you really think that I would do that to you?"

"Wouldn't be the first time"

Mapi had grown accustomed to the little time Y/N had for friends or family.

"In my defense" Y/N started "That time I didn't know that it was a stay over party" she joked.

"Let me introduce you" Mapi grabbed Y/N and threw her to the wolves. "Seeing as how this might be my only chance, it's your time to meet everyone" she laughed mischievously.

As the party went on, Alexia - still holding on to the not catching me groveling tactic - decided that enough was enough.

Making her way to the terrace, hoping to come up with a good excuse to leave the party early, Alexia was snatched by a tall Norwegian.

"Everything ok?" Ingrid questioned, full worry on display.

"Oh yeah yeah..." the midfielder replied, clearly her excuse was still being workshopped in her head "I - I don't.. "

The Norwegian cut her off "I think that the excuse you're looking for is over there" pointing to a corner of the terrace.

Y/N, sat on the floor, leaning back on her arms behind her back. All alone.

"Go" Ingrid surely knew something. "Don't think that you insisting on joining a random dinner party went unnoticed by me" she smiled.

Fuck.

"How- " the midfielder began to question only to be cut off again "Go quickly, I'm pretty sure that someone else is eyeing her, so don't waste your chance" and with a smirk and a quick turn of her hips Ingrid was off, back to her girlfriend's arms.

"Not like the noise?" Alexia asked as she joined Y/N's side.

"More like I would rather be sleeping and not have hawks eyeing me down like I'm their next prey" the boxer replied.

"Wha-"

"Oh, you're doing it too" Apparently everyone is cutting Alexia off tonight.

"I see that you didn't need me to introduce you girls" Mapi jokes, clearly not knowing how sour the introduction had gotten.

"Actually, I wanted to go say bye to you" Alexia hugged Mapi "I have to go, you know- stuff" the midfielder didn't even try to come up with an excuse.

"That was odd" the defender turned to see how Alexia was actually leaving. "I feel like I missed something" she scratched the back of her head, clearly puzzled by the interaction.

"Yup, my fault" Y/N stood up. "I'll go fix it, see you later" the boxer excused herself, picking up her pace to not be stopped by any guests as she made her way to the door.

Apartments having an underground parking was never this useful, even if Alexia wanted to leave, she wouldn't be able to do so before being seen by Y/N.

"Hey" the boxer exclaimed, hoping to catch Alexia's attention. "Sorry about that" she excused herself, clearly acknowledging that she was an utter dick to the midfielder previously "Tough day at work" she approached quickly.

"We all have those" Alexia replied, cold voice, standoffish. "Not really a good excuse though"

"Yeah because your having stuff to do was a good excuse" Y/N joked, it falling flat as Alexia didn't seem the slightest bit amused by the comment.

"Maybe we don't all eye you like hawks" the midfielder attacked back.

"Maybe I want you to"

"Hello, I'm Alexia and I have stuff to do" the midfielder mocked the boxer's previous failed introduction as she turned her back to the boxer, reaching for her car's door, wanting to flee whatever was happening.

"No" Y/N kept the midfielder's car closed, now positioned at an arm's reach between the boxer and her own car "Not going anywhere until I at least get your phone number"

The midfielder turned around "Has this move actually ever worked?" she scoffed.

"Maybe its the first time that I try it"

"You should try harder, this isn't going to work on me"

"So there is something that would work on you?" The boxer smirked, slowly entering Alexia's personal space. Slowly forcing the midfielder's back against her own car, the midfielder allowed whatever was happening.

"I thought that you liked keeping your personal space - private"

"Scared of what happens when I don't?" the boxer questioned, whispering mere inches away from Alexia's lips.

"No" a whisper that came off like a soft moan slipped her mouth.

"So if I kiss you, right here" the boxer graced Alexia's bottom lip with her thumb, pulling her closer "You wouldn't fight it?"

The midfielder's hands slid to the boxer's abdomen "You missed your chance", she whispered against Y/N's lips.

"Are you sure about that?" Y/N looked at the midfielder up and down, hunger in her eyes "Because your body says differently"

"And what are you going to do about it?"

"Maybe I would start by kissing you" the boxer pinned Alexia's hips with her own "I would start here" she whispers against the midfielder's neck, Alexia throws her head back from sheer pleasure. "Maybe I would lift you up into my arms, place you on the bonnet of your car" Y/N kept Alexia fantasizing "I would devour you right here - " her hands hover against the midfielder's body and before she could finish her sentence Alexia pounces.

Bringing the boxer's lips against her own, digging her nails into Y/N's lower back.

That's when Y/N took back control of the situation, pinning the midfielder against the car, holding the midfielder's head firmly in place as she worked her mouth.

The kiss quickly turned rough as Y/N picked up the pace, slipping her tongue into the midfielder's mouth as Alexia's quiet moans turned louder.

Y/N's mouth went straight to the midfielder's neck, gently nibbling at it as she picked the midfielder up off the ground. Alexia's ankles locking behind the boxer's back, bringing her even closer to her body.

"More" she begs and Y/N obliges, laying her on Alexia's bonnet, just like she promised. Tugging at the midfielder's dress, slowly lifting it while she deepened the kiss.

"More" Alexia moaned.

"Command me" Y/N nibbled at the midfielder's ear "Tell me what you want"

"You" she begged "Here, right now"

That was all it took. Y/N grabs Alexia's body and places her lower, letting her legs dangle from the bonnet. Settling herself on her knees Y/N devoured the midfielder, at first slowly, gently licking her from entrance to clit, reaching up to play with her nipples but as Alexia begged for more Y/N obliged.

Rough licks, putting pressure on her clit before introducing a finger into the midfielder and as she moaned, rolling her hips as she looked for a release of pleasure.

"Still." Y/N ordered "Stay. Still." She punctuated every word.

For a minute she followed the instructions given to her but as Y/N introduced a second finger into the midfielder she broke. Grabbing the boxer's hand that was previously stimulating her hard nipple, playing with it between thumb and forefinger.

Y/N stopped, lifting herself off the ground and hovering over Alexia. Keeping the midfielder's hands pinned against the bonnet, grabbing her wrists.

"I told you to stay still" Y/N groaned, pure lust displayed in Alexia's beautiful hazel eyes, mirroring her own. As the midfielder reached up, trying to pounce, taking advantage of how close the midfielder was, Y/N pinned her harder.

"No" Y/N muttered "That's not how this works"

The boxer grabbed Alexia's hips, leading the midfielder onto her feet. "You get what I give you" Y/N commanded "Now turn around"

Alexia didn't fight it, quickly turning on her feet and as Y/N pulled her flush against her body she moaned.

The boxer's hands travel down Alexia's body as she sucks on her neck, nibbles her ear, releases the midfielder's hair from the loose bun.

A quick attack as from one second to the next Y/N bit Alexia's neck, this time roughly, as she inserted a finger into the midfielder making her moan in the process. Her head flew back giving Y/N even more access to her neck and as she grabbed the boxer's hair, Y/N attacked her mouth.

Her tongue slips into Alexia's mouth, in total sync with her finger as she adds another. The midfielder's hips rolled again but this time Y/N pinned her hard against her body, not allowing the midfielder to move a single inch.

"Still" Y/N repeated.

Alexia moaned, each time louder as Y/N brought her close to release.

"Let go" the boxer ordered and seconds later Alexia crumbled, coming on Y/N's fingers, her hips shuddering. A loud moan threatens to leave her lips as Y/N muffles the sound with a deep kiss, this time softer. "Beautiful"

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dailyadventureprompts · 2 months

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DM Tip: Creating a Campaign Skeleton

Learning to be a better dungeonmaster was a protracted process. A younger me was often so stressed out by the desire to be a better artist that I'd have legitimately mauled a person if it would've revealed to me the wisdom I sought (with my hands or even an actual maul given the chance).

One of my biggest hurdles was the idea of a universal framework for d&d adventures, a guideline that would tell me if the things I was creating were on the right track. It was sorely needed, I loved the process of being creative but without an understanding of how my creative energy was best used I ended up sinking days, weeks, or even months worth of energy into projects that went nowhere. Worse yet, when I DID get a chance to put my ideas into practice at the table they'd frequently spiral out of control and crash, resulting in even more stress.

Over time I learned from these mistakes, I got better, and then I got good. I moved from conscious incompetence to competence, and I ended up having a run of absolutely stellar campaigns that were everything my younger self could have dreamed of: stable, enjoyable, meaningful, and most importantly an absolute delight to my players. Routinely I'd have people, including folks that'd only played with me a few times, mention that getting together to roll dice and listen to me babel on in silly voices was a highlight of their week.

It was as one of these campaigns began to wind down (three years! a satisfying conclusion on the horizon!) and I started looking for a followup scenario that I decided to study all my really successful campaigns and figure out what connected them. The end result was something I'd been looking for for nearly a decade, a reliable format that I could build campaigns around.

I want to preface this section with the understanding that while this information is laid out in a vaguely chronological fashion there's no guarantee that these ideas will occur to you in any particular order. Inspiration is a funny thing, and each idea flows into the others to make a cohesive whole. Due to foreshadowing and setup reasons you're also going to need a pretty solid idea about all of these when starting a campaign, though exact details will likely change/ can be vague up until the moment they're needed.

The Reason: Who are we and what are we doing?

Gives your players a solid background to build their characters around and give them a reason to travel together, rather than having to ad lib one on the spot. Likewise sets expectations of what the campaign is "about" that you can build on or subvert in time. The reason doesn't need to hold true for the entire game, just long enough to serve as a framing device. EG: The Witcher starts out as a "monster of the week" setup and then uses that framework to pivot into politics and prophecy once we've seen the premise play out.

The Pilot/Crashtest Adventure: What's first?

I’ve already written about these, but the general concept is to give your party a mostly contained first outing that doesn’t have any larger bearing on the plot so they can focus on learning how their characters play/building the party dynamic. By the time the party's finished this first adventure they'll have already started putting down roots in the world: they'll have in jokes, npcs they've started to care about, an understanding of what's on the horizon, and an idea of where they want to go next.

The Central Gameplay Pillar: How does this all work?

It's important to have an idea what your campaign is going to be about in a mechanical sense in addition to its plot and themes. There is a difference between an adventure that has the party delve a dungeon, and a dungeoncrawling focused campaign. I like to lead with these outright during the campaign pitch so that players can know what they're getting into. Your playgroup will likely have strong opinions about what they like and dislike, even if they don't have the words to describe it, so you might need to explain the ideas for them.

The Hub: Where are we?

I think every good campaign has a hub, some kind of settlement that the party returns to between adventures to offload loot, pick up supplies, and sift through the latest gossip to look for the next questhook. Letting the party return to the same place lets them build up a relationship with it, clarifying the picture in their mind as new details are added and they grow more and more attached. It's possible to have multiple hubs over the course of a campaign, but I'd advise really only having one per arc to best concentrate your efforts. Fill up your hub with distractions and side adventures, shorter stories that the party can get tangled up in while the larger adventure slowly reveals itself. Returning to the same hub also means returning to a familiar and expanding cast of NPCs, which helps your party become more and more invested in the setting

The Main Event: What's going to happen?

Here we get to the meat of the issue, the big story you want to be telling using this campaign. To pull off the sick narrative kickflip you wish to perform, you're going to need to lay a lot of groundwork, seeding in details left and right as well as giving the party a chance to stumble across evidence of your schemes without ever realizing the whole thing. To do this, you're going to work in the building blocks of your big reveal/twist/pending disaster into the setting along with those side adventures from the hub. This will give your party an idea that something is going on, but with more pressing matters to take care of they're going to be distracted up until the moment you decide to pull the trigger.

The Setting: What's over there?

While things like genre and tone are definitely things you should have a handle on from the outset, I personally feel like the details of a setting are best constructed on an ad hoc basis, either in a direct response to something required by part of the narrative (be it side story or main event), or pencilled in at the margins as the party explores the world.. That said, creation of the hub and setting often go hand in hand because it's important to match the settlement to the environment and then shape the environment to the quests inside the settlement. As for what's beyond your hub, I happen to have just written something about building out settings.

Now, this next option is one that I recommend you start thinking about only once your campaign is fully underway, so it doesn't clog up your creative process by focusing on something that you might not even get to

The Change: What the fuck?

A little while after the main event has kicked off and your party is off on the quest that will turn them from mere adventurers into heroes, they start to hear rumours of strange happenings. It's certainly not related to the present scenario, it may even be an unexpected windfall, but it's not something they have time to look into. Time ticks on, the land is saved, and the party is able to enjoy their victory lap as well as some dearly needed time off. Before they can get comfortable however they're slammed by some strange occurrence that they could have never predicted that changes the state of the world. A neighbouring kingdom invades, an important ally is murdered and they're blamed for it, a dragon starts rampaging through the realm. Its important that this event is outside the party's skillset, not necessarily diametrically opposed, but counter to what they were planning

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dearmrshudson · 16 days

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Listing top 10 saddest moments was fun, so let me do it again and think about my top 10 satisfying moments of Supernatural.

10. Family dinner:

To be frank, 14x13 is not one of my favourites, I think a lot of fillers ruined the episode and the return of John could be more poignant and meaningful than it was in this. But still, the Winchester family dinner definitely feels satisfying as this is the dream of our Winchester boys manifeating into reality. Afterall how many of us could ever sit in a family dinner with our dead parents, no matter how much we dream of it?

9. Sam shoots GOD!

Sam's BADASS moment! Despite knowing the consequence he just gave it back to the Supreme. We all knew nothing will happen, but still cheered at this.

8. Dad's on a hunting trip:

Such a great beginning of the fifteen years journey, isn’t it? The pilot episode is always so much fun, the wonderful chemistry between Sam and Dean hooks you with the show from the very first episode- and it starts right from the point where the two brothers meet in Sam's dark apartment after years. And the iconic delivery of 'Dad's on a hunting trip' is something that sets the vibe of the show right ahead. It becomes so poignant and satisfying as we get more invested to the show.

7. Baby

Baby is such a beautiful and fulfilling episode for every brothers' fan. And the scene where both of them sets out in their dear old ride, singing along together, laughing, catching jokes and brotherly banters- it automatically brings smile in your lips. Such a complete picture of the happy Winchester family.

6.John and his sons

Maybe not on everyone's list, but the scene where John meets his boys is so much comforting for me. The moment of Dean's eyes met John, and he ran to hug him- the shock, the relief, the longing - everything is so clear and fulfilling here. This immediately follows with the hug with Sam, where the stubborn Dad and rebel son met after so long time and embrace themselves forgetting all the bitterness.

5. Close the trunk, off we go

This scene depicts completion of their life mission and propagating towards the next. It's like a chapter closing with utter satisfaction before the next chapter starts.

4. Jerk- Bitch

How to say I love You brother in true Winchester fashion ❤️

3. Yellow eyed demon kill

Sam and Dean have defeated so so so many evils in their lives- including God himself, but nothing feeled more satisfactory than the kill of Azazel- the og demon! The whole setup, the thrill, the development - everything was so on point!

2. The final ride

This scene- followes by the ride in the impala feels so so fulfilling... See the wave of satisfaction reflecting in their eyes. It's not just Sam and Dean, it is Jared and Jensen- and their journey for 15 long years!

1. Forever for the eternity

This completes the whole show. A journey filled with laughter, tears, happiness and love.. The most satisfying, the most fulfilling, the most complete moment❤️

Must have missed a lot from the list. Please share your favourite most satisfying moments as well.

#supernatural #sam winchester #spn #dean winchester #john winchester #jensen ackles #j2 #top 10 list #jared padalecki

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prettyboypistol · 6 months

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TF2 Mercs x M!Reader || How the Mercs Jerk Off +18

minors dni and get blocked

ambiguous genitals for Pyro

Scout

The stereotypical setup of "makes a night of it" sometimes only to end up frantically fucking his fist 10 minutes later as he gasps out your name breathlessly.

Most of the time though his man is a horny mess. Sneaks off to jack off frequently (like 2/month).

Has jerked off in the showers before but prefers his bedroom to relieve himself.

HUUUGE on fantasies. Always talking to himself and imagining you in various ways. His favorite is imagining you blowing him.

Usually lasts a short amount of time, but can recover extremely quickly.

Pyro

Oh. My. God. This is the HORNIEST mf alive when they're lucid. Yeah, they're a little awkward about how close they get to you, but everyone shrugs it off as them being socially unaware.

You smell so amazing to them, the smell of you looks so pretty to them in their head because of their synesthesia. Has embarrassingly gotten off to the colors and feeling of your voice and smell.

Your voice is a calming purple to them with a gentle rumbling against the bottom of their mind, the sound feels a sort of comfortable chilling ironically.

They refuse to do anything outside of their safe space- hell, considering that nobody even knows if Pyro needs to jerk off-

It HAS to be: right vibes, 3 am, locked door, calming smell candles, windows shut, etc etc

Soldier

Has a love/hate relationship with jerking off, he sees it as manly and masculine to release urges, but also weak to indulge himself in base desires.

A manly man thinking of another manly man like yourself? Well technically that's twice the amount of men. At first he assumed he was jealous of your physique, but then he drempt of you on top of him right about to push your-BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEEEEEP 0600 SOLDIER TIME TO WORK

Awkward boners are his specialty, excusing himself to "go oversee the maggots" when you flex a particularily nice deadlift.

Less private than Pyro but still prefers a more private setting like in the woods, a bathroom stall, or just a spot he deemed far away enough from everyone else.

Most embarrassed about wet dreams where he can actually get off in his dreams, deeming that day "surprise laundry inspection/washing day"

Demo

He's pretty lax about jerking off to be honest, has probably drunkenly teased you about you should be careful about how often you keep your shirt off.

"Ey laddie, careful showin' those pecs around! Cannae imagine you'd like a man eyein' those tits of yours!" Of course it was a joke, you two were close like that. of course he was just teasing you.

Oh god he wanted to fuck your pecs. Unabashedly staring at your chest he imagined how nice his dick would look in-between your pecs, maybe scrunched against a tight wifebeater too oh fuck-

Reletively respectful of everyone's decentcy and only relieves himself either in his room or in the empty showers at 4 in the morning. He's probably only been caught once but never agains after that.

Cums a lot, that's why he prefers the shower wanks to quickly wash away the evidence.

Engie

This man is so fucking ashamed of touching himself to thoughts of you- much like he would be about thinking of anyone. He's got such a huge shame surrounding the whole thing but the evil voice in his head only made him strangely harder.

He imagined you wakling in on him as he whispered out your name and you shaming him as you slide up behind him as your hand wraps around his jerking him off all while telling him just how much of a pervert he is.

This man has the biggest undiscovered humiliation kink god it's so fucking pathetic (i deeply desire him)

Has jerked off in his workshop multiple times with the door deadbolted shut and a drill running to hide what he's doing.

Honestly prefers the feel of vaseline/nonsexy lube on his dick and it's a lot less suspicious to have that around.

Heavy

Doesn't often feel the need due to how high alert he is.

When Heavy is at ease he's more bearlike and chill rather than a hotblooded, horny-brained mess. When he does actually touch himself, he is extremely quiet in his bedroom and quick about the whole ordeal.

Has a nasty "habit" of thinking of you. He assumes it's because you're actually nice to him and he's not been around a woman in god knows how long. You're not womanly-like in the slightest but Heavy likes to think about his hands on your hips as he makes you whine.

Feels a stinging sense of guilt afterwards but generally shrugs the feeling off. It's not really such a bad thing if he keeps it to himself and keeps everything professional, right?

Sniper

I wrote a fic about how I generally feel Sniper jerks it here but I'll rephrase it here as a TLDR

This man is really fucking weird about jerking off to you. He HAS stolen something of yours to smell and fantasize with and if given the chance he WILL steal again.

HUGE scent kink and voyeur/creeping kink kind of like Engie in a way where he wants you to call him out on his bullshit.

Probably the most unprofessional about it. He has fondled himself as he watched you through his scope during battle and he will do it again.

Pretty quick ordeal overall to keep himself sane. He jacks off often and quickly to keep a baseline sense of sanity (pre-nut insanity is a thing and his diagnosis is terminal RIP)

Medic

Honestly I headcanon Medic not feeling a need to masturbate. His lust for you oozes out in his operations in some sort of gorey satisfaction in operations on the team. (think like, the taboo passion of physically rearranging someone's guts gets him off in a weird way.)

This isn't to say he gets sexually aroused by his experiments, it's just that the excitement of the thrills get cross-wired in his brain. When you drop your shirt on the floor to prep for an operation his dick twitches in his pants but that's literally it.

Flirts with you on the operating table <3

The only time he's actually masturbated is for experiements. (One was if he could create life without an egg and the second was to see how much cum could a healthy man extract out of him.)

Spy

This man is so hoity-toity about getting off it's almost a pain to write. It's an actual whole night for him. It starts with a nice bath with oils more expensive than your paycheck, then a professional massage, then a calming cigarette mixed with some top-grade cannabis in either a blunt or in a nice dessert. THEN FINALLY he lays himself down onto his pretty little bed and fucks himself.

And even then Spy has a routine to jerking off to really indulge himself. He starts slow and gentle with teasing touches that go lower and lower until he's strained against the fluffy bathrobe he is cuddled in.

Imagines you riding him a lot, but if he's in the mood to bottom, he slowly fucks himself with a pretty nice vibrator as he imagines you fucking him as your dick brushed against his prostate in the most delicious of ways.

This man is convinced that every other merc assumed that he gets too many bitches to need to masturbate and he fully intends to keep that assumption alive and well.

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flickering-nightfall · 8 months

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So, your Infinity Train crossover got me to watch the show, and... woah. Woah. I would love to know if you had any more ideas, blurbs, thoughts, anything about that crossover, because now I can't get enough of imagining the viciously murderous cat and accidentally-fratricidal robot on the train.

I'm glad you liked Infinity Train too! (and thank you!) More on the crossover... I gotta admit I haven't thought of much other than the initial "haha what if" idea. Maybe I can speculate though:

Spoilers ahead!

There were many hilarious and thoughtful takes on how Pebbles could possibly end up on the train, in the notes of the initial post. I joked that it'd just tear a hole through his structure, but there are more (and less) sane options than that.

Since we only see human passengers on the train, a lot of people would probably mistake Pebbles and Arti as denizens. Simon and Grace would probably not take to them having numbers well. I feel like they'd most likely think it was a trick, but it could shake up their perspective too.

Man humans look kind of similar to ancients maybe. That doesn't mean much to Arti - and I think humans look dissimilar enough from scavs to be spared by her wrath. But to Pebbles...

Also, iterators haven't communicated with another civilization-era sapient species in a quite a while probably. Some interesting stuff can come out of that.

How many migraines do you think Pebbles gets from trying to figure out what the hell is up with denizens? Or the train itself? I feel like he'd have an aneurysm if he had to interact with Alan Dracula. If he goes home and tries to tell the others what happened without any proof, they'd think he'd had a rot-induced fever dream.

Numbers are dependent on how close a passenger is to solving their problem. Arti, having already killed the scav chieftain, according to Rain World has hit the point of no return. So her body is completely wrapped up in numbers. But like Amelia, with enough time and determination it might be possible. The main problem is... Arti has to want to fix her problem first. The setup for her to do that is there. She's with Pebbles, so she has less of a reason to go off on a rampage unless she's being threatened. The lack of scavs wouldn't stop her from resorting to violence at this point, but the pure strangeness and unfamiliarity of her surroundings should at least baffle her into a different mental state.

I think in order to get an exit, Arti needs to make peace with herself. She must acknowledge what she has become, and to truly believe that she needs to change. It has little to do with the death of her children at that point. She needs to escape the self-perpetuating circle of violence.

Pebbles' number is much smaller (but still huge) because he's entrenched in rage and isolation and frustration on a massive timescale, but we see him eventually come to a resolution in Rivulet's campaign. How would the train define his problem though? It could be his anger at Moon and Suns, blaming them for his current state (even if Suns is partially at fault). It could be his tendency to close himself off, his refusal to talk to others or accept help. It could be his denial, believing he can handle and fix everything by himself. It could be his overall arrogance or ego. There's a lot of options there. Ultimately I think whatever brings him to think similarly to how he does in Rivulet's campaign would do the trick.

The sad thing is that Pebbles would probably be better off staying on the train too. I'm not sure if he'd be affected by the rot there, but he'd at least he could (literally) get out of his own head. And he has no choice but to touch grass interact with new people and situations. But to deny his exit would be to deny responsibility for what he's done. If he's really gotten better, that means he knows he can't run away anymore.

If Pebbles went to the train without Arti there's a chance he'd get killed or ghom'd two days into the trip. We are assuming his puppet is capable of walking for this AU, but also I do not think he knows how to walk. Good luck pink guy!

On the flipside. Pebbles could... probably take over the train even more than Amelia ever did, especially as a (bio)mechanical being himself. The only thing that could limit him are taboos maybe. Any iterator could do this, really. Lots of potential paths with that one.

Something something, One-One and iterators both solving people's big problems with varying amounts of success, and both engineering weird organisms...

...does a RW character that gets ghom'd return to the great cycle? Their soul gets devoured, or their life essence, it's not clear. I guess which one could determine what happens. But also they are in another universe where there is probably no cycle. Are ghoms a triple affirmative? Is crossdimensional travel? The latter wouldn't fit the "portable and generally applicable" part but still. This is a whole rabbit hole and a half, isn't it!

The train is dangerous and all, but that just makes Rain World characters a hilarious fit for it. Like this is just their daily life. Honestly I think their home world is more dangerous than the train, just in less wacky ways.

Lastly: I haven't even touched upon what introducing other characters could do for this narrative, or how they would react. So many possibilities!

If anyone wants to do more with this, please feel free!

#rw spoilers #dp spoilers #infinity train spoilers #text #ask #thetroupemaster #anon #rambles #long post

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holdmytesseract · 9 months

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A Spell To Break?

model!Tom Hiddleston x fem!Reader

Summary: When you have to witness Tom posing with another woman for a sexy perfume photoshoot, your insecurities are kicking in...

Warnings: thirst, angst, insecurities, swear words, fluff

Word Count: 4,3k

a/n: I couldn't help myself but to write a part three for this lil' series/AU. 👀 I had an idea and well... This is the result. I hope y'all enjoy it! 😁

Divider by the lovely @fictive-sl0th <3

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Here's part one and part two of the model!Tom series. This can be also read as a stand-alone fic.

(Credits for the pic goes to @multifandom-worlds )

The day had started so good. Better than the most days. You woke up early - but in your boyfriend's arms, had a nice breakfast, three wonderful photoshoots that morning, and the coffee machine wasn't broken. That was how every work day should be supposed to go. It was a perfect day - until after your lunch break. That was when the dream started to turn in a nightmare...

You had one photo shooting left for the day. A very huge photo shooting, to say the least... A perfume ad - and it was for none other than 'Dolce & Gabbana'. Yes, no joke. After you had landed the Calvin Klein job almost two years back, quite a few other big shoots followed. 'Dolce & Gabbana' was the fifth one this year - and it was July...

And not just that... Quite a few things had changed within those two years. You still worked with your best friend Sam - but she had promoted you and suddenly, you owned this little company as well; were the second boss. Beside that, you had found your soulmate and were in a very happy relationship. Remember that handsome lad with the tattoos and piercings, Tom Hiddleston? The newcomer in the model business? Exactly. You two were a thing now - a big thing.

All in all, you could say that the Calvin Klein photoshoot had turned your life upside down - in the best way possible.

You were in the studio now, setting everything up for the said perfume ad. A green screen, small wind machine and your camera, of course. The clothes your models were supposed to wear, laid perfectly folded on the little table in the corner. Sam had forwarded you the email of 'Dolce & Gabbana's management, so you knew what they wanted and what the setup should be. They didn't want anything super special, but it was definitely... spicy and sexy. A couple on a stony beach, with the sea and waves in the background. Wet hair and clothes; paired up with intimate poses.

You were totally lost in adjusting the camera and tripod, when you suddenly felt two muscular arms sneaking around your waist; big, gentle hands crossing in front of your tummy. You couldn't help but flinch at first at the sudden contact, but when you saw the beautiful, black inked flowers wove around the strong arms embracing you, you relaxed immediately. "Tommy?" You asked; giggling like a schoolgirl, as you felt his lips on the exposed skin of your neck. "What are you doing here?" You heard a deep chuckle rumbling through your boyfriend's chest. "Your humour is truly something else, darling." Uhhh, okay… Now you were a bit confused.

Frowning, you turned in Tom's embrace, hands landing on his white t-shirt clad pecs. His beautiful smile greeted you instantly; alongside those stunning baby blues. "My... My humour? Tommy, I'm afraid I can't follow you at the moment." Tom's expression changed at your words; eyebrows slanting. "Baby, I think we are talking past each other. You asked me, why I'm here. I thought you made a cute, little joke. I'm here because of you." You blinked, "Because of me?" before your cheeks turned red. "You are visiting me at work? Awww, cutie pie, that's so sweet of you!" Tom giggled, but shook his head. "No, darling. I'm here because you booked me for this photoshoot."

Your eyes widened. "Wait, what? No, I... I didn't book you for this photoshoot. I booked a couple, 'cause the management of 'Dolce & Gabbana' asked for it, so I booked Nicky and Tessa. Not you." Tom was visibly confused now as well. "What? But... But Luke told me I was booked for this photoshoot. Perfume ad. 'Dolce & Gabbana'. And since you were listed as the photographer, I didn't ask further."

Your frown deepened. "That's quite a bit quaint and... strange. Something definitely went wrong." Tom shrugged his shoulders; tongue darting out to wet his lips, bringing his tongue piercing on full display. "Perhaps it was a misunderstanding?" "Could be, yes. But that doesn't answer the question who booked you. Clearly, I didn't, the management neither and Luke had nothing to do with it as well. Who booked you th-"

You weren't able to finish your sentence. The thud of the wooden door to the studio closing shut cut you off. High heels click-clacked over the floor; announcing another person's arrival. And then her voice cut through the air. A voice you hoped you'd never hear again. Not after everything that happened.

"I did. He is here, because I wanted him to be here." Instantly - like struck by lightning, you let go of your boyfriend; eyes landing on the woman with blonde hair, leather skirt and skintight red top; looking as arrogant and tarted up as always...

Ivy. Your former high school best friend. Emphasis on former.

Back in school, you were like the yin and yang to each other. Soulmates. Inseparable. Now? Now you were not even close to what once was. Now, you were enemies. Why? Well...

It all started with you both sharing the dream of becoming a professional photographer. You followed this dream together. Bought your first professional camera together. Applied to various photo studios together. You encouraged each other. Always. For years. At some point, Ivy decided to switch to the model business instead - a decision you supported wholeheartedly. Since both your jobs were quite similar, you kept on helping each other to reach your goals - until that one particular day...

You didn't really know where you both took the wrong path, but suddenly, Ivy distanced herself more and more from you. She became bitter, harsh and especially jealous. Perhaps because you landed a big job first, but who knew? You spent endless nights awake; pondering about why things went as they did. Why you were losing your best friend. What mistake you made to get the ball rolling. You didn't know. You just didn't know. It ate you up inside. So, you decided to confront her - which caused things to escalate and get even worse. You walked in that conversation with the hopes of you and Ivy reunite as best friends. Instead, you walked out as enemies. She hurt you to the bones that day; called you unspeakable things and spat right into your face that you were nothing more than a millstone around her leg. With that, Ivy just moved on, but loved to give you absolute hell once in a while. It was exhausting, but it didn't stop you from reaching for your dream. And then you met Sam. She picked up all your broken pieces and puzzled them back together. She became your best friend - a true friend. Someone you could trust with your life.

They say time heals all wounds - but not the wound Ivy inflicted you. It was a scar so deep; bound to stay forever carved into your soul.

"I-Ivy? What... What are you doing here?!" The blonde-haired woman gave you a spiteful smirk. "What do you think, silly? I'm the female model for this photoshoot." Your face fell. "W-What? But... But that can't be! I booked Nicky and Tessa a-and-" Ivy cut you off with a high-pitched laugh. "Oh, you wish you did, sweetheart. I changed it. Well, my management changed it. They asked me to choose a male model as well and I chose Tom." Now you were even more speechless - and utterly angry. The problem was, that Ivy knew Tom - and Tom knew Ivy. She had casted an eye on your beautiful boyfriend a long time ago, and when he fell in love with you and the two of you got together, Ivy bursted with jealousy. In her eyes, you weren't worthy of the sweet, polite gentleman.

You were quite a bit bewildered and stood in front of your boyfriend and former best friend like an absolute fool. "I-I... B-But this was supposed t-to be a couple photoshoot. Dolce & Gabbana asked specifically f-for a couple..." Your former best friend faked a surprised gasp; "They, uh, wanted a couple for this photoshoot?" and clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh... Whoopsies. My bad. I didn't know that. Sorry, bestie. In that case, Tom and I have to make it look very real."

A breathless gasp left your lips at her words and you had to fight hard against the rising bile in your throat. All of a sudden, you felt like absolute shit. She knew. She knew - and did this on full purpose. Only to get her filthy hands on Tom and torture you. What a bitch.

Another bitchy giggle left Ivy's lips. "You don't look well, Y/N. Perhaps you should call it a day, go home and let this photoshoot do someone who can stay professional." That was the point where Tom couldn't just stand by anymore. He had to intervene. And he did. He walked the few steps up to you and placed a comforting hand on the small of your back. The handsome Brit wasn't able to change the situation, but he was able to help you.

"Perhaps you should go and get changed already, Ivy. I'd like to have a moment alone with my girlfriend." Tom audibly underlined the last two words of his sentence, while pulling you closer towards him. Ivy just answered with a fake smile, then stalked past you and Tom; vanishing in the small side room.

"Darling..." Your boyfriend addressed you immediately, once Ivy was out of earshot and took your smaller hands in his bigger ones. "I am so sorry about this. If I would've known I-" You shook your head; interrupting him. "No, it's not your fault, Tommy. It's entirely her fault." "That may be true, but if I would've talked earlier with you about this, I could've prevented it from happening. Now, I'm afraid we both can't change this situation. But I can assure you that this photo shooting is going to be purely professional. I'll do what I have to do, but it won't change anything." You nodded; trying to look confident. Tom knew you better, though. He knew how insecure you were about yourself. Letting go of your hand, he lifted his up to gently cup your chin. "Hey... I love you, sweet girl - and you better know it." Once again you nodded; giving him a small smile. "Love you, too." Tom pressed a sweet, lingering kiss on your lips, before he left to the other side room, in order to get changed as well.

Once everyone was ready, the photo shooting could start. You tried your best to stay completely professional; block out everything around you. You'd pull through this shooting like every other shooting - and you did. At some point, you were so focused, that you didn't see your boyfriend and ex best friend standing in front of you and posing together for a quite spicy perfume ad. You saw two clients; doing what they should do, in order to get the job done.

At this point you were confident to believe that you had tricked your mind and dodged Ivy's attempt to fuck you up. Little did you know, that everything would come back at you later...

It had gotten quite late. The photoshoot had taken more time than you had expected. After cleaning up the whole studio and sending Sam home, you decided to edit the photos you had just taken. You wanted to get over with it and move on.

Being still completely convinced of the strong wall you had built up around you, you sat down at your desk, connected the memory card to your computer and opened the program. When the first picture of Tom and Ivy came up, the walls came immediately tumbling down. It was the moment you realised, that these walls had been anything but strong; rather consisted of paper and not solid stone.

It was also the moment it dawned on you, that your mind couldn't be tricked. It had just tricked you into believing you had. How foolish, you thought of yourself. How fucking foolish.

With that, the damage was done. It got the stone rolling - and you wouldn't be able to stop it. You knew it. Your mind had you trapped now, and the bad thoughts - all your insecurities came crashing down on you; invading your system like poison. Every look on each picture hurt you more - and destiny had chosen one of the worst ones to start with...

It had been a picture you had taken towards the end. Scenery: Tom and Ivy were both wet; clothes absolutely drenched with water. Ivy wore nothing more than a scarce, white bikini; showing off everything she got - and Ivy got a lot. Way more than you did...

Tom wore a tight, white tank top, which literally clung to his chest, but also showed off his tattoos and especially nipple piercings. His hips and legs were clad in jeans dungarees - close to those who mechanics wore, but with the straps dangling loosely around his thick, muscular thighs. Of course, they were also wet. Water droplets ran down the skin of his neck, face and arms, causing him to look even sexier.

Ivy wasn't any less sexy. It was simply a fact. And the posture they were in didn't lack sexiness either. Quite the opposite...

Your former best friend stood in front of your boyfriend; literally clinging desperately to his wet body. Both her arms were wrapped tightly around his neck, while they gazed each other deep in the eyes. Their heads were close; lips not far from touching. Tom's big hand was splayed out across Ivy's back; fingertips tantalisingly playing with the knot who held her bikini top together. It was perfect - and you hated it. Sure, you had told them to posture like that, 'cause 'Dolce & Gabbana' described something along that, since they had a TV ad which was similar, but nevertheless... It fucked with your brain. And the other pictures on which they were free to posture how they wanted weren't any better... Ivy being as close to Tom as somehow possible; always literally eye fucking him with her lusting gaze and touching him in places only you thought you were supposed to touch him. In one picture her hands were close to his ass - you could tell. Or in another, she was touching his pecs and six pack. Hence, she even had her hands in his hair once.

Watching all the pictures you had taken; it came all crashing down on you. But it wasn't jealousy, who poisoned and fogged up your brain, no... It were your insecurities who kicked in; causing you to fall down a deep, dark hole.

Seeing how utterly perfect Tom looked with a woman who was so much prettier and sexier than you could ever be, planted the toxic thought in your brain that you simply weren't good enough. Not pretty enough. Not sexy enough. Not smart enough. Not loveable enough. You were just you. And being just you didn't apply to Tom's standards. He was out of your league - by miles. What is he doing with a girl like me? you thought. He deserves someone better... Perhaps Ivy had been right all the time. You weren't worthy of such a handsome, loving and respectful man.

You clicked further through the pictures; tears starting to form in your eyes. Since you already were spiralling down that dark path, once thing was triggering another and fear joined the party. Fear of Tom leaving you. Why would he not? You're nobody, the voice in your brain whispered. He could get rid of you so easily. And he would. You were sure of it. One day, he was going to wake up and see. Tears trickled down your face by now, as emptiness spread within your stomach and radiating throughout your whole body, causing you to feel so utterly cold and lonely.

You had lost every sense of time, but you could tell that it was quite late. You didn't care, though. All you cared about was if you should leave Tom before he could leave you, or beg him on your knees to stay. Anyways… It was both pathetic...

By now, you had abandoned your computer and the pictures; said huddled in a corner of the little office and positively crying your eyes out.

Tom, who had waited for you at home for way longer than planned started to worry, of course. Always checking his phone and walking impatiently up and down in the cosy, little apartment you two shared. He got uneasy. You hadn't texted him and you also didn't pick up your phone. What if something happened? He decided to not just sit around longer. He couldn't. So, he grabbed the keys of his bike, alongside his leather jacket and helmet, and swung himself on the vehicle; riding straight to yours and Sam's photo studio.

When he arrived, he saw that no visible light was on in the building, giving him an even more uneasy feeling. The unlocked door didn't quite help. Quietly, he entered the studio; switching on the light. "Y/N?" No answer. "Sam?" No answer. He swallowed hard, but made his way through the studio; checking every room - which turned out to be either locked or neatly cleaned up; ready for the next day.

Tom's heart was literally beating out of his chest, as he went to check the last possible room you could be in... Your office. With a slightly shaking hand, he opened the door. The lights were out, but he could see that the computer was on and the only thing which casted a small ray of light through the darkened room, was the display of your camera - on which he recognised himself. Small, soft whines and whimpers could be heard, causing him to immediately switch on the light. And then he saw you. Curled up in a ball in the corner. Your body was shaking with sobs. Relieved, that he had finally found you, but nevertheless worried about the condition you were in, he literally threw his helmet aside and ran over to you.

"Y/N!" He said with relief; dropping to his knees beside you, "I thought something had happened to you! My texts stayed unanswered and whenever I called, you didn't pick up... Gods, I was so worried!" and immediately scooped you up in his arms. You let him hug you tightly for a few seconds, bathing in his embrace and how good he smelled, before your brain kicked in again and you started to push him away from you, leaving the handsome Brit confused.

Frowning, he pulled back - like you obviously requested and letting go of you. "Darling? What's wrong?" Tom tried to reach for your hands, put you avoided his touch. It confused him even more. "Love, what- Why are you crying? What happened?" You didn't answer him, but pushed yourself further against the wall in the corner; wrapping your arms around yourself and hiding your face. Your boyfriend tried to connect the dots; figure out what could be wrong - and suddenly it fell like scales from his eyes... The pictures. The photoshoot.

"Y/N..." He spoke your name with his deep, velvety - but hushed voice; addressing you gently. "Is this about the photo shooting I did with Ivy today?" Her name upon his lips caused the tears to fall even more. "Please... My love... Talk to me," the Brit literally begged; tongue playing nervously with his black labret piercing.

You looked then up at him; eyes swollen and red due to all the crying. "Don't... Don't call m-me that..." You whispered; shaking your head. "Don't call you what?" "L-Love... D-Darling..." "But why? You are my love and you certainly are my darling." You squeezed your eyes shut, shaking your head again. "'M not worthy." Your boyfriend frowned. "Not worthy?" You nodded, "Of your love. Of you." and shed another few tears. "You deserve someone better, Thomas." The way you rolled his full name over your tongue left a bitter feeling behind. It sounded so wrong to him.

"It's okay if you're going to leave me for a woman who is smarter. Prettier. I can't force you to stay. Even if I wanted to. You are free to go." The words caused a stinging pain to shoot through your heart, like you've been just pierced by a knife. Your whole body was shaking; trying somehow to compromise the heartbreak.

Unbeknownst to you, was Tom looking at you like he had just seen a ghost. He was literally speechless; couldn't believe what he had just heard. His heart ached and screamed; suffering with you. "Y/N... How... How can you say something like... like that?" He needed a moment to find his ability to speak again. Tom knew about your insecurities and fears and he had witnessed them playing with your mind more than once, but that... That was a whole other level. He had never seen you like that - and it shook him to the core.

"Why should I ever leave you? I-" You interrupted him. "Because you can't waste your time on me!" "Waste... Waste my time on you?" That was it. He needed to stop this. Shaking his head and reaching out his hands, he slowly lifted your chin with his fingers, before he cupped both your cheeks; gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Y/N..." He spoke - again, in that deep, velvety voice, which lulled you easily to sleep at night; having such a calming effect on you. "Look at me, please." You did what he asked you to and looked up into his baby blues - which were clouded with tears.

"My sweet, beautiful girl... I'd never... NEVER waste my time on you. Neither would I ever leave you. I don't want somebody else. I don't need somebody else. All I ever wanted is you." Your bottom lip wobbled dangerously as you spoke up again. "But-" "No, my love..." Tom interrupted you this time, before you were able to say something bad about yourself again. "Please listen to what I have to say. Don't listen to the voices in your head. They are wrong. I am not out of your league. You are out of my league. When I walked through that studio door, down the hall for the very first time and saw you there, I couldn't believe my eyes. I had never seen such beauty before. You literally swept me off my feet - and definitely not just with your good looks. You are beautiful from the inside and the outside. I had a hard time playing it cool."

You were still gazing in his eyes, listening to his every word. "It pains me thoroughly to hear how ill you speak of yourself, because you are the prettiest, smartest, sexiest, sweetest, kindest, funniest- Do you want me to keep going?" For the first time since hours darted a small smile over your lips. You couldn't help it. Tom noticed, of course. "Ah! I saw that, my love! I saw that!" He exclaimed like a happy little boy, who had just walked into a candy store.

He smiled and leaned forward to press a kiss on your forehead. You felt the cool metal of his piercing on your skin. When he pulled back and gazed at you again, you saw that a tear was rolling down his cheek. "I love you, Y/N. I love you so much it hurts and I promise you, I'll never leave you. You are enough. You are more than I ever dreamed of." You nodded, trying desperately to believe him. "Are those voices quiet now?" "A-Almost..." He shook his head. "Now, now, we can't have that. I must eliminate them from your sweet, creative mind. I can't keep on letting them poison the woman I love and want to spend the rest of my life with."

Your heart literally skipped a beat at that sentence.

Tom leaned towards you again and kissed you repeatedly on the lips; whispering countless 'I love you's' in between - like a preacher a prayer in the church.

The voices in your head really disappeared and at some point, you broke out into giggles. "Tommy! I-" Kiss. "I need to-" Kiss. "Breathe!" Kiss. "I need to breathe!" Your boyfriend stopped then, chuckling softly and watching how you took a few deep breaths. "Was my mission successful?" You nodded; smiling up at him. "Voices gone?" "Voices gone." You shuffled; moved towards Tom and snuggled into his awaiting arms. "Thank you, Tommy... And I'm sorry. I didn't mean to worry you and-" He interrupted you once more.

"Shush, baby. It's all good." He moved to sit on the floor beside you, then pulled you into his arms; making you sit onto his lap. Tom cuddled you close; not letting go. You accepted his touch and the comforting position; cuddled close and just enjoyed the moment.

"Did you feel that way because of the photoshoot?" Tom asked after a while. You nodded, "Uh.Huh. Seeing Ivy on those pics, having her hands all over you and giving you those 'Fuck me' eyes unleashed the insecurities in my brain." Your boyfriend nodded; interlacing your fingers with his. "I should've said no. I should've known..." You immediately shook your hand, "No, Tommy. You couldn't know. You did your job." and traced the tattoo on his arm with your free hand. "I just let Ivy get into my head..."

You felt how Tom's soft, warm lips pressed a sweet kiss against your temple. "Well, I won't let her do that again, baby."

#tom hiddleston au #tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x you #tom hiddleston x y/n #tom hiddleston #tom hiddleston fic #tom hiddleston fanfic #model!Tom #tom hiddleston oneshot

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vilentia · 5 months

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An Unforeseen Reunion

Eddie Munson x reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 (coming soon)

Summary: an unexpected visit leads to a joyful and emotional reunion, rekindling old connections and creating new memories.

This is part 2 of what was originally planned as a one-part story.

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Two years had slipped by since Eddie Munson left Hawkins and you behind. Those years were filled with growth, change, and a persistent longing that neither time nor distance could diminish. Now, standing nervously outside Eddie's apartment in California, your heart was a flurry of excitement and apprehension.

The journey to see him had been a whirlwind of emotions. Every mile traveled intensified the anticipation of seeing Eddie's face, hearing his voice not through a phone but in person. The memories of your last day together in Hawkins were vivid in your mind as you raised your hand to knock on the door.

As the door opened, revealing Eddie, time seemed to stop. He was slightly different—hair trimmed, a new maturity in his eyes—but unmistakably the Eddie you remembered.

Eddie froze, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Is this actually happening?" he uttered in astonishment.

"It's really me, Eddie," you said, your voice thick with emotion.

In a heartbeat, he enveloped you in a hug, lifting you slightly off the ground. The hug was tight, filled with years of missed moments and unspoken words. "I can't believe you're here," he said, his voice muffled by your hair.

"I've missed you so much, Eddie. More than I could put into words," you confessed, holding him tightly.

He gently set you down but kept his arms around you. "I missed you every single day. I can't... I just can't believe you're actually here."

You looked up into his eyes, those familiar pools of warmth and understanding. "I wanted to see you, to be with you, even if it's only for a short time."

Eddie's hands gently framed your face. "You being here is the best thing that's happened to me in a long time. How long are you staying?"

"As long as we need to catch up," you replied, a hopeful smile on your lips.

Eddie's laugh was like music to your ears. "Then let's not waste a single moment."

You stepped into his apartment, a space that felt instantly welcoming, a reflection of Eddie himself. It was filled with little bits of his life—posters of bands, a guitar in the corner, and a small, makeshift recording setup.

As Eddie gave you a tour, his voice was animated, filled with enthusiasm. "This is where the magic happens," he joked, gesturing to his guitar. "I've been working on some new stuff. I wish you could have been here to hear it as it came together."

"I would have loved that," you said, imagining the nights you could have spent listening to him play, sharing your thoughts, and just being together.

Settling on the couch, you both shared stories of the past two years. Eddie talked about his journey in California, the struggles and small triumphs of trying to make it in the music scene.

"What about you? How's life been treating you back in Hawkins?" Eddie asked, his gaze fixed on you.

"It's been okay, you know. Hawkins will always be home, but there's always been something missing since you left," you admitted, feeling a surge of honesty.

Eddie reached out, taking your hand. "I felt the same way. There were so many times I wanted to just come back. But I knew I had to try and make it here, for my music, for myself."

"I always knew you would make it. You're the most talented person I know," you said, pride evident in your voice.

He smiled, a little bashfully. "Thanks. That means a lot, coming from you. You've always been my biggest supporter."

You both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that only comes with a deep, unspoken understanding. As the evening deepened into night, Eddie's expression grew more serious.

"I used to imagine this all the time, you know," he said quietly. "You, here, with me. It seemed like a dream I didn't allow myself to have."

"I guess dreams do come true sometimes," you whispered, feeling a sense of contentment enveloping you.

Eddie nodded. "I've learned that dreams are nothing without someone to share them with. You being here makes everything feel complete."

You leaned against him, your head resting on his shoulder. "Let's make the most of our time together, Eddie. Let's make new memories, just like old times."

He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you closer. "I'd like that. New memories with you are the best kind."

In that moment, the past and the future seemed to converge, creating a perfect present. You were together again, and though the future was uncertain, the now was all that mattered. You were with Eddie, and that was enough. It was more than enough.

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kunikinnie · 2 years

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as requested by the lovely @thatdazaikin decided to do drabbles because why not AHAH tho as usual these are not proofread

seeing you in house clothes for the first time (part 2?)

featuring: Dazai, Fukuzawa x GN!Reader

Dazai Osamu

As per usual, it was the bright sunlight that woke him up. His grief would soon follow; why must his precious, delightful sleep be bothered? But today, the strangely warm and comforting rays appeased the gloom. Through hazy consciousness brought about by an overdose in alcohol, his brain managed to realize there was something different... something odd.

Suddenly, an ethereal figure entered the room. The light seemed to coalesce on its form, obscuring its face with a delicate glow.

"Am I in heaven?"

You stared at him suspiciously. Was he seriously joking first thing in the morning? (Well, it's actually almost noon). But you continued to place down the tray that you were holding beside his mattress.

"You seem to be fine, but you can at least eat a bit before I kick you out."

"What a cruel angel you are."

He gladly took the divine gift and nibbled at it. As physical sustenance slowly filled him up, reality sunk in as well.

He wasn't in his room. He wasn't in heaven either, although it might be a close substitute: Dazai was in your room, and you were sitting right in front of him.

In very casual, strictly-for-home clothing that he's never seen on you before.

"I-is there something wrong?"

Despite your bashful question, he only continued to stare at you. Who knew you were this beautiful even in such a relaxed setting? Perhaps the alcohol from the previous night continued to skew his perceptions, but he was sure that regardless of sobriety he'd always feel the same way about you.

Without a response from him, the small smile that suddenly formed on his face further unsettled and flustered you.

"Nothing is wrong, Y/N. Far from it, in fact."

It truly felt like a dream to him. The warmth that emanated within those walls was nothing compared to what his imagination had come up with; how could something so simple bring this much joy? Is that the magic of love?

He could get used to this, he thought.

Fukuzawa Yukichi (pre-ADA)

The lightest of drizzles felt like the heaviest of showers to him. His injuries slowly ate at his strength, and he knew that he had to seek shelter for the night if he wanted to survive another day. The closest place he could think of was at yours.

He limped to your door, weakly knocking before using the last of his energy to at least not lean on the thin wood. Looking pathetic to you, even in this state, was the last thing he wanted.

Unfortunately, once you finally opened the door, his body collapsed on you.

"F-Fukuzawa-san? What happened?!"

The warmth from your body burned his - was that how cold he was? He couldn't speak; it's as if his throat and jaw were frozen shut.

You painstakingly half-carried half-dragged him into your place, trying to place his body down as gently as possible.

"I'll go get something for you to wear, just wait a bit-"

He wasn't sure how long you were gone, but it felt shorter than a second. You came back with a t-shirt and loose pants that you thought might fit him, or so you said, and asked for his permission to help change him out of his wet clothes.

Only his eyes could still move on their own. He couldn't even whisper a thank you even if his weakening heart had screamed for him to do so.

That's why it annoyed him when he couldn't take his eyes off of you and his mind began to stray; now was the most inappropriate time for this. But try as he might, the way everything was setup - from the way your half-wet house clothes somewhat clung to your body to the way you so tenderly took care of him, food and all - made him feel like a husband being spoiled by his spouse.

"Tell me if you need anything else, okay?"

At that point, the warm food and blankets had finally lent him some strength. There wasn't anything he needed - not immediately, at least - except that you remain oblivious to how disproportionate the color on his cheeks were to the rest of his body.

"I will, thank you."

#bsd #dazai osamu #fukuzawa yukichi #dazai x reader #fukuzawa x reader

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lolitakirstein · 1 month

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Hey Neighbor Part 12

AN: Sorry this took so long to get out. I hope you enjoy it

WC: ~1.2K

Content warning: mentions of death and violence.

AO3 link

My dearest y/n,

By reading this, I assume the conditions are right for you to be informed of certain circumstances. I also assume that you have made yourself at home in my house–which makes me proud– and have been acquainted with Mr. Toji Fushiguro. The reason for this letter is to express to you that though I am no longer there and cannot keep harm from you, I have my utmost faith in Mr. Fushiguro’s ability to protect you and provide for you. Mr. Fushiguro is a man of integrity and respect. Therefore, I will rest well knowing he will be a loving husband and provider for you. This was not an arrangement made in haste and was given much thought both between Mr. Fushiguro and myself. After the death of your parents at the hands of a community I believed to be my family, I have sought only the best to look after you for fear they would come for you. Doing so also ensures the continuation of a long bloodline of elites in the business of espionage as well as merging with a bloodline of powerful marksmen. These two abilities could reign in a new era for the Society. Although it saddens me I will not be able to see the fall of the corrupted poison that has slowly tainted what once was a community of steadfast honest agents, I am hopeful that you will be able to restore it to its origin. I’m sure this poses more questions than it answered but with time you will become aware of your abilities and importance.

All of my love forever,

Grandmother.

You blink. Once, twice, thrice. You wretch. You pinch yourself, slap your face, douse ice down the back of your shirt. Anything that would indicate that this is a dream. You don’t know how many times you re-read this letter. Scouring it for a sign that this is a joke or perhaps a delusion thought up by your grandmother in her old age. But too many things made sense—though much more didn’t. You don’t think Toji would allow her to make these bold statements if she wasn’t in her right mind.

Again, you read the letter. Many of the words become foreign to you as a way for your brain to block them out.

Protect you. Espionage. Marksmen. Society.

Death of your parents at the hands of a community

Your parents' death was tragic enough. An unfortunate accident, an ice storm caused their car to slide off the road, killing them instantly. To think that it might have been intentional? And that the same people could possibly come for you–? You shake the thought off.

But the words that make you queasy the most were, that shifted the world on its axis: Arrangement. Loving husband.

Could she really be insinuating that she and Toji had consulted each other and arranged a…marriage?

How serious was this deal? Surely, toji was just being kind to her. Agreeing to wed her single granddaughter. It was a classic setup, a blind date of sorts. Right?

Right?

You need to know you aren’t crazy. The phone shakes in your hand as you dial Toji’s number, hoping to get more clarification on this.

“Fuck,” you grunt after the phone comes up as disconnected.

This letter, indeed, raised more questions than it answered. You didn’t even know where to start. If you ever wanted to. This seems like a Pandora box, a hydra. Sort one thing out; a thousand more emerge.

~Toji~

“I’m sure she will be calling you with more questions,” Toji hefts the duffel bag on his shoulder. “Don’t intimidate her.”

Shiu walks with Toji on the tarmac, arriving at a sleek private jet with the door laid open.

Shiu laughs, stubbing out his cigarette. “The most feared and intimidating killer of this decade is giving me advice to go soft on a subject.”

“She not a subject. She’s—” Toji trails off. “And quit saying killer.”

“I fear you are becoming soft, Has she weakened you that much,” Shiu continues to tease.

“A weak man wouldn’t even give her the letter and force her into a marriage. Take her. Breed her out. Drop her. Like some of the bastards in your community.” Toji barks.

“It’s still your community too. You can run and live on the periphery, but you are still one of us.” Shiu stabs his finger into Toji chest.

Toji scoff. “I’ll never be like those barbarians. She gets a choice. If she wants to go through with it, that’s fine. If she doesn’t then.... I’m not going to force her.”

“Not upholding a contract is a serious offense, Toji.”

“I fucking know.”

Shiu holds his hands up. “Forgive me. I just worry for both Megumi and you. Traditions of contractual arrangements of marriage are sacred within OUR society.”

“Your society practically shackles its women. Turning the smartest of them into punching bags and housemaid for those men. I refuse to take part in it. I fought my way out this far. I plan to keep pushing to remove myself completely from it.”

“At the expense of putting a target on not only your back but Megumi and now, y/n’s?” Shiu pushes.

Toji glares, turns on his heels, and climbs the plane entranceway. Before entering the cabin, he halfway turns back to Shiu. “Your society is rampant with internal conflict. Your guys are hiring outsiders to take out others, ensuring them more jobs.”

“Competition has always been a problem, keeps up the morale,” Shiu seems unaffected by the statement. "You are aware that killing one of our own is a death sentence"

“They found a loophole by having someone else kill their competition. The guy y/n’s—seeing. I think he’s been planted. Hired by one of your men. Either to gain her trust and make her forfeit her role, giving it to whoever hired him or to.." Toji pauses, the words catching in his throat briefly.

"To kill her?" Shiu finishes when he notices Toji struggle. "What would be the benefit of that."

"Eliminate her from rising to power in this fucked up world of ours. Finishing what her grandmother started before she was excommunicated for actually giving a damn about loyalty and 'family'”

Shiu is quiet for a beat, crossing his arms before finally saying, “You care for her.” Not a question. A statement, fact.

“I don’t. I’m only doing what I was contracted to do.”

“That kiss said otherwise.” Shiu cocks a brow.

The two men stare silently at one another for a moment, before Toji turns and walks into the cabin of the jet, throwing over his shoulder, “Just keep an eye on her while I’m gone.”

Finger shaking, you hold the piece of paper in one hand and your phone in the other. The numbers on the paper blur as you fight back tears. It had laid on your entryway table untouched since Toji placed it there the previous night. No note, no name, just a number.

Call it if you need it or something—happens

You press in the final number and press call. Secretly you're hoping it’s Toji. Perhaps he’s using a burner phone?

No answer. The call goes to voicemail, a male voice comes on the greeting.

“This is Shiu, leave a message.”

The voice sounds familiar, the man that greeted you earlier on the sidewalk.

At the tone, you debate whether you should hang up or scream into the line “What the fuck is going on.” Gathering and swallowing the urge you try to keep you voice as calm as possible.

“Hi, this is y/n. Uhm…Toji gave me this number if I needed something—” You pause, what exactly is it you are needing? Answers? A slap to wake you from this bizarre dream, a drink, a hug. Your resolve slowly crumbles. “Please, if you can call me. I don’t—I don’t know what’s going on. I’m–I don’t know. I’m fucking confused.”

Tears burn down your reddened cheeks as you end the call. It was embarrassing ending it with an outburst and cursing but dammit you deserved to curse. Deserve to throw a hissy fit.

You deserve the answers you are seeking.

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blues824 · 2 years

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How about the octavinelle trio playing octodad somhow they got a game from their world in twisted wonderland

And for the sake of lolz the reader is dating Azul and the tweels and making a joke that this game predicted their life because in the game octodad married a human woman to stay because they fell in love on a ship

https://youtu.be/LTmONNEUXjI

Floyd putting the theme song as the phonumber for Azul

Bestie, I get excited whenever you appear in my inbox. You got the funniest requests I swear X’D

Azul Ashengrotto

This man is about to cry. Come get yo mans cuz the water works are gonna start working the water in t-minus 10 seconds. This is a game about a seemingly stereotypical family, all except that the father is ‘secretly’ an octopus. Azul, being a cecaelia, both relates and doesn’t relate to this octopus.

He does get very frustrated with how clumsily Octodad moves. He doesn’t have tentacles on land, but he imagines that it isn’t that hard. A few days after playing, he takes you to a nearby beach and tests it out, only to find out that he walks exactly like him.

When you jokingly say that this game predicts your future, he blushes so badly. YoU cAn’T jUsT sAy ThAt OuT oF nOwHeRe- Nah but seriously, he has dreams at night where you both are either married and living under the sea or your wedding day. I fully believe this man wants to settle down one day with you and maybe start a family (he doesn’t care if you adopt or even foster children, he just wants kids to care for)

He does enjoy how Octodad met Scarlet on the ship and it was like true love at first sight. He wishes he could have met you under more romantic circumstances like that, but it will be a funny story to tell your future kids one day.

He definitely doesn’t like the Chef. It reminds him of the stories he heard as a mer-child, where if you came in contact with a human, they would cook you and eat you. However, you busted into his life like the FBI and broke the stereotypes :)

Jade Leech

As calm and collected as ever. He may have a slight blush on his face, though. He will definitely ask Azul later if this was the experience he had being on land. He can’t say much being an eel, but he can say that he does relate to some of the aspects

He finds it amusing how clumsily Octodad moves, reminding him of a certain cecaelia when he first got his legs. He goes through a small flashback when Azul gave them each a potion that would turn them human. Like most mermaids and mermen say, it was like walking on broken glass.

When you pass by and tell him that the game reminded you of what your future would be like, he quickly grabs you by the belt loops and pulls you into a kiss. Your little plan backfired on you but in the best way possible.

He also likes how Octodad and Scarlet met and how it was love at first sight. It was the same feeling he had when he first saw you on campus. When you bravely went up to Azul with determination, he fell head over heels. Floyd relentlessly teased him about it and how he would always chicken out whenever he went to ask you out.

He finds the Chef rather amusing. He was always trying to expose and even kill Octodad with no reason other than he was angry with the idea of an octopus living a human life. It was rather comical, so he enjoyed the rivals to friends trope the two had.

Floyd Leech

Let’s talk about the setup. You are definitely sitting in his lap while he’s playing because he’s super clingy. Now that that’s out of the way, he will be laughing during the whole game. He finds it hilarious. He doesn’t even relate the game to his experience of being in and out of the water because he’s too busy laughing with you.

He also is greatly amused at how clumsy Octodad tends to be, but after a while it will grow a tad bit tedious for him. He will never forget the day where he got his legs: he stubbed his toe and he thought he was legit dying.

When you start getting tired, you told him that you had him play this game because you wanted this in the future. He stared at you in shock before squeezing you out of pure joy. Shrimpy wants to marry him?! Oh he could die a happy eel right then and there!

He gets slightly bored during the whole “Octodad falls in love with Scarlet” part, but he will admit that it’s very cute. He would ask you if you remembered how the both of you met, and you gladly told him the story again (i'm still kinda salty about it).

He doesn’t like the Chef either. In his eyes, the eel was Octodad and Scarlet was you. Hence, the Chef was trying to take him away from his Shrimpy >:( You had to spoil the end of the game where the two reconcile and your eel becomes giddy and happy again.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst azul x reader #twst azul #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #jade leech x reader #jade leech #twst jade #twst jade leech #twst jade x reader #twst floyd #twst floyd leech #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech

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Could I get CC!Dream x F!reader with childhood friends to lovers and fake dating?

Now I wonder why childhood friends to lovers goes so well with Dream...

Pairing: CC!Dream x Fem!Reader

Childhood Friends to Lovers - Fake Dating

If you told eleven-year-old you that you'd be pretending to date your best friend, you would've called the cops on the crazy lady. Except here you are, pretending to date your childhood best friend.

Dream was the only person you'd ever even consider doing this for, and he had a good reason. It was just to get fans and his family off his back. His fans were persistent, and God knows his family has been rooting for you two to get together for a long time now. Everything just made sense for you two to just... pretend. Only for a little while.

Except that "little while" tipped into a month, then three. And now you're sitting next to Dream at his streaming setup, about to greet his millions of fans live for the first time.

To say you were nervous was an understatement. Millions of people were about to give their opinions on you without editing, and thousands were doing it live. Something like this could ruin your life.

"I'm right here if it gets too much, okay?" Dream asks, taking your hand in his and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

It's because you're fake dating. Even if no one is around. He's just gotten so used to doing it in public that he'll do it in private now. That's it, nothing more.

You can't let yourself hope for more.

"I know. I'm just scared they won't like me, y'know?"

"No, I don't know. You're an amazing person, okay? Everyone loves you. Everyone will love you. I promise."

“You can’t promise that.” You point out, rolling your eyes.

“Yes, I can. Besides, I can always just ban them. Ready?”

You take a deep breath in and then release it. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t let go of your hand when he presses the “go live” button, and for that, you’re infinitely grateful. People flood in chat, already asking questions about you and rejoicing there’s a Dream facecam stream.

“Holy shit.” You breathe, eyes on the view count as it steadily ticks up.

“I meant to hide that.” Dream groans, reaching over you to use his mouse to turn it off.

“Sometimes I forget how fucking famous you are.”

“It’s my superpower. Anyways, hi! Hi guys! How are you? Good? Who is this? This is my girlfriend! From the photos and the stories!”

“Hi!” You give an awkward wave. “Uh, I don’t know what to say.”

“We’re just going to answer questions and stuff.” Dream explains for you.

“Easy questions please, I will die live on stream.” You beg.

“I’ll take the hard ones.”

“You’re hard?” You ask, seizing your chance to make the joke.

“THAT IS NOT WHAT I SAID!”

“But you’re not denying it-“

With a shove, your chair is sent out of frame. Dream’s push is too forceful though, making the chair tip. In your panic you don’t even think about getting out, just screaming and going down with your chair like a captain and their ship.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” Dream asks immediately, abandoning his chair to help you up.

“Yeah. But you broke the chair.”

You take his hand, and he hauls you up before bending to pick up the broken wheel from your chair. Not even twenty minutes in and you’ve already broken it.

“Take mine.” He offers.

“It’s your stream, I’m not-“

“My stream, my rules. Take my chair.”

Well, you weren’t going to decline it a second time. His regrets were his to live with, not yours. Within seconds you’ve taken up residence in his much nicer chair.

“Sorry about that, Dream broke my chair.” You explain to the viewers. “Uh, questions?”

Dream ends the stream about thirty minutes and a shit ton of questions later. Most of your answers were surprisingly truthful—how you met, favorite memories—but Dream did have to bullshit how you two started dating.

“That went well.” You say, spinning your chair around to face him.

“Did you think it’d go bad?”

“Well yeah. We’re lying about dating, it’s a recipe for disaster."

"...Right." Dream nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets.

"Speaking of, when exactly are we ending it?"

"Ending what?"

Okay, you've been friends with Dream for a very long time. Too long, sometimes. But you've known each other long enough to know when he's acting oblivious and when he's actually oblivious.

“This whole fake dating thing. We can’t let it go on forever, what about when we actually want to date someone?”

That wasn’t the real reason you were asking, but he didn’t need to know that. The problem was that you didn’t want to break up. Which was exactly why you had to before you were too far in.

He frowns, just a little, and you panic. You don’t mean to make him feel bad about this, really. Internet and family pressure fucking sucked, and you were more than willing to help out.

“Not that I’m not having fun!” You blurt out. “This is fun!”

“It’d make the most sense to break up tonight, I guess. Blame it on the pressure from the livestream.”

Hang on, you didn’t mean to break up right that second! Although fake dating Dream was a little weird at first, you got used to it. You got to know a slightly different side of him, one you quickly came to love just the same as the one you grew up with. Detaching yourself from that would require time, more than a few seconds.

“Okay.” You speak past the lump in your throat, desperately trying to ignore how you didn’t want this to end. It just had to.

Out of all the people you’ve dated, he’s been the best. He took you on dates, posted the cringiest photos of you. And it was fucking fake!

Really, how could anyone blame you for falling for him?

“So, um. That’s it then?” You ask, fiddling with your hands. You’re still in his chair, looking up at him. Maybe you should leave?

“What? I’m not a total dick, Jesus. I’m at least going to break up with you at a nice dinner.” Dream laughs.

“Aw, you’re giving me the full relationship experience!” You jokingly gush, holding your hands to your heart. A part of you is thankful for the fact you get the rest of the day to prepare yourself.

“I’m a true gentleman.” He agrees. “Now help me pick out an outfit that screams ‘I’m about to break your heart.'"

“Only if you help me pick one that screams ‘I think you’re going to propose.’”

“Deal.”

He sticks out his hand, and you shake on it.

———

This was a bad idea.

Sitting across from Dream, trying to keep all your focus on eating your food, a sense of dread just kept growing. Dating him wasn’t real, you shouldn’t be dreading the end this badly. It’s for the best, anyways. He didn’t like you the same way you liked him.

Part of it was your own doing. The outfit you helped him pick out looked good on him, too good. As if you really needed another thing drawing your eyes to him.

“I still can’t believe you chose Pepsi over Coke.” Dream says, breaking the silence.

“The waitress would’ve thought we’re a Coke-only couple.” You reason.

“We aren’t?!”

You laugh, rolling your eyes. Ever since the first day you met him, he refused to drink Pepsi over Coke. He laughs with you, but it quickly dies out.

“Is it weird I’m nervous?” You ask. “To fake break up?”

“I’m nervous too! But not for the same reason.”

Huh? What else would he have to be nervous about?

“Are you nervous about making a scene in front of everyone? Don’t worry, I’ll keep my heartbreak to a minimum.”

It was true. Dream would never have to know you wished this was all real. It was better this way: to lose hope of a romantic relationship in favor of keeping a platonic one. He was practically the other half of you. Some of him was better than none.

“Okay.” He nods to himself before putting his hand palm up on the table.

You hesitate, but he raises his eyebrows at you, so you slide your hand into his. His hand is unnaturally warm, even for him, the guy that always seemed to run warm. He’s nervous, more than you.

“My wonderful, beautiful girlfriend.” Dream begins grandly. “It is time for our relationship to end. I simply cannot go on like this.”

A laugh finds its way out of you at his dramatics. Somehow he always finds a way to make you laugh.

“Well, my dear boyfriend, you will always be my favorite ex-boyfriend in my heart.” You play along.

“Great. Now we’re broken up.”

“That we are. Back to being best friends.”

You go to pull your hand away from his, but he tightens his grip on yours just slightly. It’s nowhere near tight enough to hurt, but it’s enough to suggest not pulling away.

“Wait.” He awkwardly clears his throat, slowly flushing red.

“What?” You ask, confused. You’ve broken up, the fake dating thing is over.

“My stupid, amazing best friend." It's somewhat of a repeat of what he just said, but clearly more serious. "I asked you to pretend to date me to put off pressure, and you did. But throughout the three months we pretended to be in love, I realized I wasn’t fucking pretending. You would’ve thought after my parents asked if we were dating for the thousandth time I would’ve figured it out, but nope. It took us pretending to date for me to realize. So, will you go out with me? For real this time?”

“What?” You ask dumbly.

Of all the ways you’ve thought about this dinner going, this wasn’t one of them. Although you probably should’ve seen it coming, really. You and Dream always did seem to share the same thoughts.

“I’m asking you to date me. Not for anyone else this time, just for us.” After a second of your silence, he gives a small smile. “As much as I love the fact I’ve finally made you speechless, I’m kind of freaking the fuck out.”

“I- sorry, yes. Holy fuck, yes.”

Dream laughs loudly. “How long have I been fucking blind?”

God, he could read you like a fucking book.

“Way too long.”

He lets go of your hand to grab his coke and hold it in the air. “I feel like we should cheers or something. Celebrate that you didn’t turn me down.”

“Celebrate that some crushes end in romance.” You suggest, raising your Pepsi.

“How about to it being real this time?”

Your glass clinks against his, both of you speaking at once.

“To you not being blind.” You joke.

“To it being rea- hey!”

#dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken #dreamwastaken x you #dream x you #dream x reader #dream #dsmp #dsmp imagine #mcyt #mcyt imagine #dream mcyt #dream dsmp

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mlbigbang · 1 year

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2022 Ladrien Fic Rec List

It's the end of the year which means it's finally time for the ML Big Bang's yearly fic rec lists! We're really excited to bring you our contributors' favourite fics started this year to supply you with plenty of reading material while you're waiting for the Big Bang fics' publication in January.

you're such a dream to me by @bocadelicate 1,076 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

there was something so comforting about cuddling with his lady. even though she didn’t know he was her partner, and even if he couldn’t know who she was behind the mask. he was still ever so in love with her, and he wouldn’t change a single thing about it.

"It's simply soft, short and sweet Ladrien fluff."

o, trespass sweetly urged by @apopcornkernel 820 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

“We can’t,” Ladybug breathed against his mouth, so close Adrien could count her eyelashes. “Your father—” “Isn’t here,” Adrien said, fierce and flushed. Ladybug swallowed, and as she did, her lips grazed his. He couldn’t help the shudder that ran through him. Ladybug is the vigilante protector of the people. Adrien is the crown prince of the kingdom. They should not be doing this.

"It's a Ladrien knight/prince AU. Need I say more. (I will say more though. It has lovely prose, a fabulous setup, and so much potential plot-wise.)"

for all the moon’s beauty (you are far more radiant) by @theladyfae 751 words, General, 1/1 chapter

Oh, the picture they must make: an outlaw, holding onto the hand of a prince, directing him on how to love her.

"this fic takes place in the famed Ladrien knight/prince AU. it depicts a single, simple night of Adrien and Ladybug, with stunning writing and word use where you can feel their yearning oozing off the screen <3"

"Fae's writing is so poetic and beautiful and the entire thing is just so evocative and fitting of Ladrien as a ship."

say something by @coffeebanana 17,963 words, Teen, 4/12 chapters

Whenever Adrien imagined sharing a hotel room with Ladybug...it wasn't like this. It was supposed to be on a desert island somewhere, they were supposed to be happy, and he always figured he'd actually know Ladybug's real name by then. Instead, Adrien's injured and Ladybug's insistent on hiding him away from Hawk Moth. Plus, as if finding out he's been fighting his father for years isn't enough, Adrien's pretty sure Ladybug's been acting differently since she found out who he is. What he is. And Ladybug...has no idea what to say to make things better.

"THIS FIC. It has sentiadrien, which is something sorta controversial in the fandom. However the way it's handled in this is great, the writing is awesome, and every chapter packs this emotional punch that leaves me wanting more. It's also very *realistic*. Adrien and Ladybugs feelings are complicated and messy, and this fic doesn't glide over that- it *embraces* it. Above all, they really care for each other, and this fic allows that aspect of their relationsip to shine."

Probably Not The Best Idea by @coffeebanana 17,827 words, Teen, 5/22 chapters

When Adrien first offered Ladybug his spare room, it was mostly joke. Not once in a million years did he think she'd actually take him up on the offer. After all, he's the only one who's hopelessly in love. Right? For her part, Ladybug never meant to make a habit out of visiting Adrien. But now that she has, well...spending time with him feels safe. It feels right. So why not give this roommates thing a try? Surely it'll be nice, not having to hide her hero identity in her own home for once, even if she has to hide her civilian identity instead. All in all, it might not be the best idea they've ever had, but...can it really be the worst? And if they happen to get a little more than they bargained for in the process? That's just part of the fun.

"personally i love ladrien, and i love domesticity, so when i saw that this fic was a thing i absolutely had to read it. its only a couple chapters in at the moment but their dynamic is written so well and the fic balances humour and fluff really well <3"

Selfish Love by @ck2k18 1,508 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter

Jumping from a nearby bush, the animal changed from lizard to jaguar in midair. She whirled to face it, sword in her hand, but not fast enough. Then she was on the ground, someone else's weight on her as she rolled out of the creature's path. The culprit hovered over her, blonde hair shining in the moonlight. His shirt was torn from the beast's claws, and he panted heavily. He’d flung himself into danger for her. And it looked like he’d do it again. “Adrien, NO!” ... Or: Adrien keeps sacrificing himself for his guard, and she's a little tired of reminding him that it's not his job.

"LADRIEN FIGHTING OVER LADYBUG SACRIFICING HERSELF FOR ADRIEN'S SAFETY. + KNIGHT/PRINCE AU. YOU AGREE."

reinvent love by @peachcitt 36,865 words, General, 30/30 chapters

“And what could a pretty sort of girl like you want with me?” she asks, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a smile. “I wanted to become your right hand man,” Adrien says. “Girl,” he corrects, hurriedly. “Right hand girl. I want to be your right hand… girl.” “Cute,” she says to Adrien as she swings gracefully onto the saddle. “Is that a yes?” or a prince cross-dressing to protect his identity and a famous lady-knight attempting to save the world. for ladrien june 2022

"Fantasy AU! Marinette is a magic knight! Adrien is a runaway prince! ....and is currently known as "Adrienne," self-proclaimed right-hand-girl of the mysterious knight. Has very good parallels to canon, but in a fantasy/medieval setting. And lots of delicious crushes and awkward moments."

Under Oath by @eoscenes 81,446 words, Teen, 30/? chapters

In the aftermath of Hawk Moth's defeat, Ladybug finds her heart torn between her schoolgirl crush and her superhero partner ― who returns, after an unexplained hiatus, more irresistible than ever. ⋆☆⋆ Gabriel Agreste is unmasked, and Paris rises up in the aftermath. Marinette Dupain-Cheng must weather Paris' anxious protesters, ravenous reporters, a scattered team of judiciary investigators, and her conflicting feelings for two different boys. In the eye of this storm is the elusive Adrien Agreste, the primary witness in his own father's trial, who might just hold the secret to finding the Peacock Miraculous. (If only she wasn't in love with him.) Meanwhile, locked away in Le Grand Paris hotel, Adrien grapples with his responsibilities to a city that can't decide if it hates or loves him. Keeping his daytime persona and Chat Noir separate entities becomes even harder when Ladybug, whom he has finally decided to get over, starts visiting him at night, determined to figure his secrets out. (If only he wasn't in love with her.) When an unknown figure returns with the Peacock Miraculous, Ladybug and Chat Noir will have to save their city once more — or lose each other trying.

"An amazing all-sides-of-the-Lovesquare fic (emphasis on Ladrien and Ladynoir), following the defeat of Hawkmoth, dealing with the ramifications of secretly being a superhero who brought down a villain that is also your father; the press, the legal system, and a big team of superheroes trying to solve the rest of the mystery. Plays with both realism and superhero fantasy expertly, gives everyone powerups, and has amazing use of emotion and character relationships. CW for alcohol use. One of my favorite ongoing fics."

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ladrien #love square #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #ladybug #ml fic recs #fic recs #ml big bang 2022 #ml big bang

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mammons-best-boi · 11 months

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Here's Belphies for the post I made earlier

Warning; somnophilia, he's given consent but doesn't know that you have the toys, don't know how to tag for that so be careful, gn reader, Minors dni.

One day you wake up to discover something new on your desk. Now you may have failed your demon bio class, but you definitely remember this lesson.

If a demon truly falls in love with a human, whether or not that love is reciprocated, two toys will appear to the human. These are only visible to that human and are linked to the demon.

The odd part is that Belphie's set showed up first.

He's been begging you to try some somno with him, telling you to just do it whenever he's fallen asleep. Smiling to yourself,yo think "There's no better surprise than this for him" as you grab the pocket pussy off of the desk.

It's one in the morning, plenty of time to get up to shenanigans and go back to bed after. >:3

You slowly work one finger into the toy and realize that it's not self lubricating, but it doesn't seem to be a problem. Your finger glides through almost as if it's made of water.

You slide another finger in and start stretching the toy out for the dildo. It makes you pause for a second about what you're doing. Realize that you have the perfect thing to make this everything he's ever wanted.

Setting the toy down, you dig through your bottom drawer and grab your vibrator. Slotting the vibe into the toy, making sure that the two motors were pressing against everything just right,you turn it to the lowest setting and set the two of them on the charging pad.

You grin when the vibe lights up saying that it's charging.

Looking at the dildo, you start to wonder if you've got anything to stimulate that as well..

Well, you have told him to go fuck himself before, joking as it was, but now he really can. You slide the dildo inside the pocket pussy before going to sleep for the night.

In the morning, you check your setup. Just as you thought, it wasn't nearly enough to get him to cum. Feeling a bit sadistic, you turn the vibe off but keep it inserted.

You say a shrinking spell and stuff the toys into your pocket. Time to wake up the slothful demon.

Making your way to the attic, you hear the whimpering and begging from the top of the stairs. "Please… felt so good… please…" the moans and please float to your ears as you hold the remote to the vibe in your pocket.

Since he begged so pretty, you take pity on him and turn the vibe on again. He gasps and starts babbling thanks and praises.

If only you could see him.. see how he's reacting to the vibe. You slowly start turning up the vibe and he starts to whimper about being close. You cut the vibrations when he starts to give warnings that he's close. "NO! Nononononono! Please…. So close please!!"

You can't stand it anymore and you have to see him. You creep into the attic. The first thing you see is him spread out, tears flooding his face as he desperately fists his red cock.

Silently you turn the vibe to max and watch as he cums so hard his whole body shakes and twitches. You switch to the sporadic pattern and watch as he twitches in sync with the vibe.

He starts begging again and you turn the vibe off completely. He sighs and curls around a pillow.

"Hey Belphie!" You say cheerfully as you close the attic door behind you. "Time to get up! Beers already started eating and…" you tail off, as if you just discovered the state of the demon.

Belphie whimpers and opens his arms to you, silently begging you for cuddles. Happy to provide some much needed aftercare,you separate him from the sweaty and soiled blankets and hold him close.

"Did you have a good dream, Belphie?" He nods into your shoulder and mumbles about it being the best dream ever before falling back asleep.

Smiling softly, you pull a clean blanket over the two of you and send a text to the group; "I've got a case of Belphie paralysis lol, save me and him some food?" Before falling asleep next to him.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me!#mc obey me #obey me belphegor #belphie x reader #belgriphor

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crystalelemental · 5 months

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Alright, now that I'm completely wrapped up, even have Geeta in the Lounge, I think it's time to talk about the wave 2 DLC as a whole.

I'm going to preface all of this with some general biases I absolutely hold. Specifically, I fucking hate Double Battles. I can't stand them. I am not good at them, I find them infinitely frustrating, and unlike Singles there's no real way to cheese anything if you walk in unprepared. I am also a Day 1 hater of Max IV/Max EV/positive nature on opponents. It sucked ass when BDSP did it, it is no better here. ScarVi may give you at least some tools to make it not completely outside of your ability to replicate, but the actual need to EV train is a pain in the ass, and max IVs remain damn near impossible to achieve barring 6* raid dens, and even then I don't think it's easy to get everything. So you'd need to over-level to 100 just to Hyper Train, which also requires the bottlecaps, and look the EV mechanic is fucking stupid as hell and its only selling point is that it's a hidden mechanic that solely benefits the player. This pivot makes this more obnoxious than it needs to be, and doing that in a Doubles context as well makes this a very, very steep learning curve if you're not relying on the same team you've run all game that's likely level 100 by now. Regardless, my point is I'm not going to harp on the battles, because I am bad at them so of course they frustrated me to no end, and took forever to beat.

Which Is the major issue I take with this DLC. Man, I just want to get through the story. I want to see what's up with Kieran and Carmine. I want to know what the deal is with Terapagos. I want to rebattle the gym leaders and elite four and check out Geeta's new team. And all of this optimally trained doubles battle bullshit is in my way. That is all it was to me; an impediment. It would be great on rematches, when I'm not specifically doing anything, but they frontload it and it's annoying. Worse, the only ones fully trained in that frustrating way are the Blueberry students. Everyone from Paldea has no EVs and presumably no nature, and probably not max IVs, so by the time you get to them? You're so over-prepared for those fights they're a joke. Which is great, sure can't wait for all the discourse about Geeta being a bad boss who mismanages the region again. Can't wait for the continued complaints that her team is super easy despite how significant an upgrade it got, ignoring how well the fight itself is crafted and mis-attributing the ease to her being a weak champion rather than this game having a garbage level curve. I was looking forward to these rematches, and they do not hold up by the time you pass the doubles shit.

But whatever, hey, eventually you get through, and the story's really good, right?

It's fine. I admit I don't love it, like I came to with Kitakami. I think Pokemon falls in a weird position where it's not ready to tackle this kind of setup in a way that permits interesting resolution. Of course Kieran is going to be friends with you again. Was there any doubt? I will say I do like some of the beats they play with for him. Getting a moment to express his frustrations around how much you have that he doesn't, the continued obsession even after he seems to "snap out of it," the fucking Master Ball at Terapagos. All of that is excellent. My main issue is it resolves in the same way literally every game has since XY.

"Wow protagonist, you are just so special and amazing in ways we can't be!" In XY it was part of the general narrative; Lysandre's belief being that the exceptional must lead the rest, and your protagonist making a choice they didn't need to, that literally almost killed everyone, and your friend group being the recognition that collective teamwork supercedes exceptional individuals. In ORAS, you mostly just shitstomp Zinnia's dreams by being the one to take Rayquaza and save the world like she planned. In Gen 7, you have no reason to even be here the story is so focused on Aether Fam, but your presence is elevated to no you have to take Nebby and are recognized by Koko etc etc. Gen 8 is mostly just shitstomping Hop's dreams. Legends Arceus is being the literal chosen of god to save this world in its time of need and somehow it's the least frustrating. And now we have Gen 9, where the DLC starts with an interesting story of Carmine and Kieran, that resolves on...you're just so darn special that it's okay Kieran can't measure up because how could he? Okay. Sure game. This is...definitely a satisfying resolution for this kid.

The situation with the hidden treasure is similarly frustrating. Compared to how much shit goes into this new league structures with characters I never asked for, the actual stuff with Briar is...done in like 20 minutes. I'm glad they didn't try to spin a villain, I think the game is better without trying to build up an antagonistic character, but I kinda wish there were just a bit more. What we get is nice, it just feels too short lived compared to the League stuff. And it's mostly repetitive battles against the Stellar Pokemon to keep moving forward. There was brief hope, bringing Terapagos itself to the Crystal Pool and getting the scene with Turo, but (1) I do not like this kind of closed time loop shit that implies they only figured things out in the past because of meeting someone from the future, and (2) it doesn't actually unlock anything else. I had hoped that getting the Violet Book from Turo back meant we could turn on the time machine again. That's this book's purpose. I thought maybe, if I was extra lucky, we'd get another expedition down there and either find a way to address the current problem of Paradox Pokemon that made it through, or find a way to bring back AI Dad. Instead, nothing. You can't get back to that at all, it doesn't seem to accomplish anything. So that's fun.

Characters! Are also fine. Cyrano doesn't get enough play. Lacey is my girl, I love that you have the option to tell her she's the cutest after her match and she shuts you down so hard with "Wrong! We're talking about the Pokemon!" Drayton kinda annoys me, I think he can be part of interesting things but mostly agree with Carmine on this one. Amarys is alright, I love that she's friends with Carmine and picked up the heart hands pose from her, though her taste in boys is atrocious. Crispin. Sure is there. Okay fine, I do kinda like that he's the sane one that's like "why don't you people just say what you mean?" and then struggles to tell Lacey he has a crush, apparently repeatedly. Briar never does anything too fun. Like she's alright, I like that she spends most of Area Zero nerding out a bit, but they don't really lean too hard into her obsession being more important than safety or anything, beyond just being oblivious to Kieran's mental state, something that seems to just be part of her personality since she brings up the champion match before you even go, so it's ultimately pretty mild. Carmine gets some decent bits but not a ton to work with. I think Carmine's best stuff is interactive. Her frustration with Drayton is great, her friendship with Amarys is great, the fact she has to be the sane one while working with Briar is hilarious, and there are some cute moments with Kieran as she chuckles at his true nature poking through or snaps at him to get moving when he's being edgy.

Then there's Kieran. My initial stance on Kieran was "he's kind of a brat." I did ultimately come to really like the siblings, finding them very interesting characters overall, and what I will continue to enjoy is that they didn't go the route of "what if Kieran was just affected by the Toxins from the Loyal Three" like one theory espoused. Thank god for that. His continuing edgelord nature generally goes well here, like it's honestly hilarious how over the top a lot of the league stuff is presented given how low-stakes it actually is, and I've already sung the praises of Master Balling Terapagos. My problem is his design. Buddy...no. Come on. Put it back. Your hair looks stupid up like this. The jacket hanging around the shoulders in the tank top makes you look like a tool, and the fanny pack like a dweeb. This isn't working. It's a perfect design, evoking exactly the vibe I think it's meant to, but that vibe is unfortunately relentless mockery.

The only other thing worth mentioning right now is the BP system. It sucks. BP costs are ridiculously high, BP quests offer far too little, and this shit just takes forever. It took me like a week to gather up enough to unlock the Terarium biomes and be ready for the coaches. I don't have anything for the Snacksworth quests. I don't think I care enough to do them either. My wife actually gave up on it and switched to playing Scarlet, and she's as bad as me with completion when she's enjoying what she's doing. She won't suffer like me, but she's been way more invested in this DLC than I am, actually finding herself enjoying Doubles as a format, but even she couldn't be asked. It's too much for too little, and the fact that only two coaches exist at a time and you need even more than the theoretical maximum to achieve trades if you want to search for unique dialogue is just asinine.

There are a few odds and ends things. Like how I haven't done Perrin's quest. Really need to get on that. Or how Snacksworth has quests you literally only get access to by playing multiplayer, all but demanding you buy the stupid Switch Online subscription despite the fact the system uses local internet not company servers so you are literally paying them for nothing. You know. The garbage that Pokemon could do away with at literally any time and only have positive outcomes but refuses to let go of.

If my general tone was not an indication, I did not have a particularly good time here. That said, the majority of my frustration stemmed from wanting to just get through the story. You know. The part I cared about. Now that I've had that, a subsequent playthrough, say on Scarlet, is likely to be significantly less frustrating, because I'm not getting constantly annoyed about the time it takes me to get through BP for rematches I'm not doing there, or how hard the double battles are that are blocking me from progress. More than likely, I will take a second shot, and be much better about the experience overall. What's unlikely to change, unfortunately, is this feeling that this way of DLC didn't give as much story around the elements I wanted, and has pretty unimpressive rematch battles for the characters I wanted to see again because of the ongoing problems of level scaling in this game. So you know. The stuff I cared about. Oopsie doodles, I guess.

#pokemon scarlet and violet

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