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korebringerofded · 7 months

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Storms and Coffee, Choso Kama X Reader

Description- Imagine being his reason for smiling, being the one to bring him comfort, touching him like no one had touched him before. Imagine being the only one who can clear his cloudy mind with your sunshine smile. Words- 2k Warnings- Unedited as fuck yall, I hate my writing so much rn, breaks suck, smut at the end, self indulgent angst, sad Choso is sad, praise kink, unprotected sex, pining, choso being adorably in love with you, oral (F! receiving)

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The first time that the half-curse, Choso Kama laid his eyes on you he was sure that his heart was going to stop. At the time, he had very little care for anything beyond his mission with Geto. His two younger brothers were dead and he was honestly just tired, the most tired he had ever been.

Choso had no idea where he was or how he ended up at this place. He had just been wandering the streets for a few hours and was currently taking shelter from the pouring rain. When he looked up into the dark storming sky and he saw the building was an apartment complex with a flickering sign.

Useless, useless, useless. He thought to himself, his eyes slipping shut as he let out an audible groan.

Choso just felt so lost. His vision was blurred from the rain that fell around him, it soaked his robe and his messy black hair but he didn’t really mind any of that.

It was only when a soft and shy voice broke through the thundering storm, both in the gray clouds, and in Choso’s mind that he looked up to see…you.

He had never seen someone…as beautiful as you before.

“Are you okay?” You asked, head tilted to the side.

His sharp and serious purple eyes met with your big and glossy ones. You had a raincoat on and a pink umbrella in your hand. You searched the tall strangers' faces with a look of concern.

Choso was a tall and rather intimidating man, even as he leaned against the brick wall of the building. He had a sharp look in his dark purple eyes that started to fade as he looked over your features. He seemed almost impressed that you were talking to him at all.

So small…so cute. He thought to himself.

Most people would be terrified of such a man, but you seemed rather unphased by his towering size and intimidating appearance, so you leaned forward to hold your umbrella over both Choso and yourself.

“I…” Choso started, realizing she was waiting on him to answer. His eyes wide as he looked down at the small human before him and he was rather caught off guard by her.

Because why would someone like you even talk to a disgraceful half-cure like him.

“You must be freezing, would you like to come in for some coffee?” You asked, all the while you held your umbrella over Choso and yourself to try and protect you both from the rain.

Choso stared down at her, he must have looked like a huge mess, his eyeshadow was rubbed across his cheek and his two buns were soaked and dripping down his face. After a moment, he nodded sheepishly.

“Yes…thank you.”

That one interaction was enough, enough for you to steal Choso’s entire half-cursed heart. Your sweetness and your warmth were intoxicating to him and he found himself returning to your apartment day after day, week after week.

Eventually, Choso was a part of your everyday life, he knocked on your door every morning with a blank expression and an absolutely love-sick heart. You wouldn’t have known he felt anything for you at all if not for the way he kept coming back. It was actually adorable, the way he would shyly rub the back of his neck as he stood in your doorway.

You ask him to go to the store with you? He immediately nods and carries the bags for you without a complaint. Want to spend the day baking? He is the perfect taste tester and would help you wash every dish afterwards. Wanna watch a bad movie? He will watch it all without a single complaint. (He is just looking at you the entire time)

The first time Choso knew he would be in trouble was the first time you touched him, the way your soft hands brushed against his arm. It made every single hair on the back of his neck stand on edge and his cheeks turn a soft pink. He found so much comfort in your touch, it was like a warm summer day he could just bask in forever.

When you walked together, he would stare at your small fingers intertwined with his because if he looked at your face he was sure that his heart would just explode. It all just made him fall that much harder for you.

He would wait an excruciatingly long time before he made a move or admitted his feelings for you but…he was head over heels for you from that very first day, your kindness and the softness of your hand when he held it, he honestly didn’t believe he deserved it. All Choso wanted was to keep you just how you were, perfect and innocent. He wouldn’t ever forgive himself for making you upset or uncomfortable.

He wanted to tell you so badly, how you were on his mind every moment of every day, how your sweet scent was intoxicating, how he wanted to hear you scream his name but…he didn’t want to be like that. You deserved respect and he was trying damn hard to give it to you but each day was more and more of a challenge for him to control himself. It was easy before, before, he saw you as adorable and sweet, his little angel. But now…

He couldn’t stop staring at your thighs and ass, every time you turned away from him it was like his eyes were magnets and your ass and thighs were the north pole(idk guys) Choso was almost slack-jawed every time he saw you, his head tilted to the side as he looked at you with a soft blush spreading over his face…he wanted to kiss every inch of your skin.

He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep this up.

When he would finally get up the courage to tell you how he feels (after lots of hyping up from his newly discovered brother Yujii) he would become obsessed with making it all absolutely perfect. He wore a black t-shirt and some jeans, he also wore his hair down. He was pacing outside of your apartment door, his hands clenching and unclenching at his sides.

“This is so stupid…this is a terrible idea” Choso thought to himself, running a hand through his long black hair as he debated leaving before he truly embarrassed himself.

Before he got the chance, the door opened and it was as if all of his worries just disappeared when he saw your beautiful face.

Choso took a step forward with a furious blush on his face and his hand was trembling just a little. He was noticeably nervous.This was your first time seeing him look so…casual, with his hair down and it made your heart echo like a drum, you knew he was handsome before but….damn.

You didn’t get a chance to react or say anything when Choso walked in, closing the door behind him as he backed you up against the wall, his huge arms pinning you as he leaned down to press his face into the crook of your neck.

“Don’t…say anything. I need to do something.” His voice sounded soft and trembling, his face was hot and his breath ran down the side of your neck.

You simply nodded, your face heating up as your heart echoed rapidly in your chest.

Choso was not particularly good with words, he fumbled and blushed and got so nervous he would completely freeze up but…he was definitely a man of action.

He pulled his face up from your neck and his hands moved from the wall behind you to cupping your precious face like you were his greatest treasure. His touch was gentle and soothing, you couldn’t help but lean into it. Choso would brush his thumb along your soft cheeks with a soft chuckle.

“You…are all that I think about.” He mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before he went back to caressing your face. “Can I kiss you? Please?” He asked, sounding significantly more desperate than he meant to before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek.

His gentleness and sweetness were making you lightheaded. You were too breathless to speak, your chest was rising and falling rapidly and you slowly nodded, your face hot to the touch from how flustered you were.

“Yes..kiss me.”

His lips collided with yours before the words properly left your mouth, he was desperate and sweet, his mouth molding to yours as you melted into each other’s arms. His lips were soft and sweet, smooth against your own as his tongue gently nudged against your lip until he was exploring your entire mouth, his hands moving from your face to your hips as he pressed you further against the wall. You let out a soft moan as you kissed, all of your senses on fire as Choso’s hands ran up and down your hips like he was memorizing your shape, your softness.

After a moment, Choso pulled back, his forehead pressed against yours and he had a bright blush spread over his pale face. You were both panting, a string saliva between your lips as Choso held you against the wall with a sheepish grin on his face. His purple eyes scanned over you with a softness you had never seen before.

“You are in such trouble now…” He said lovingly, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear with a grin.

“Why is that?” You asked with a soft giggle, but you had a feeling you already knew.

‘Because now you’re mine.” He mumbled, moving to press soft and delicate kisses down your neck. “And I need you.” He said with a shaky sigh as he pulled his dark eyes to meet with yours.

“Cho-.” You started to say, your voice trembling but he cut you off with his finger pressed to your lips.

“Do I need to beg?” He whispered, his eyes big and filled with desperation. “Because I will, I will beg for you.”

After that, Choso made it his mission to fuck you each and every chance he got and in everyway he could. He just wanted to please you so badly it almost hurt.

“F-fuck, Choso…d-don’t stop. S’good.” You slurred, a soft pant leaving your lips as Choso’s adjusts his grip on your hips so he can go back to fucking into your soaked pussy from behind, his eyes locked on the jiggle of your ass and it made his mouth water with want and desire.

“You look so good on my cock, princess, fuck, you squeeze me so good.” Choso moaned, his face hot as his fingers dug into your hips and he continued to thrust deep in you, the fat tip of his dick hitting against your gummy walls that sucked around him desperately.

“Please…yes…yes, right there.” You whimpered, your back arching as Choso fucked you into the freshly made bed, his head falling back as you tightened around him, he knew you were getting close and he wasn’t sure how much longer he would last either.

Your moans and desperate cries only pushed him further along, his hands twitching around your hips before he pulled out which made your hot dripping pussy clench and throb with want.

Before you could complain, your boyfriend had you pinned down on your back, your knees spread so he could run his lips down your knee and across your ankle before he started to kiss back up your leg, his large hands wrapped around your thighs as he pressed soft and wet kisses to your plush thighs.

“Mmm…you look so pretty like this..my pretty little princess.” Choso cooed, nuzzling his face into your thigh before he poked his tongue out of his glossy lips and looked up at you with half-lidded and dark eyes

Choso just loved how you tasted, he probably enjoyed it about as much as you did, he savored the taste and the smell and the feel of your flesh in his mouth, on his tongue. He nudged his nose against your clit as his tongue traced your already slick-soaked folds with a grin.

You were already trembling, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. He had been toying with you like this for hours and you had cum more times than you could remember, you were a panting and whimpering mess.

Choso seemed like he hadn’t even broken a sweat as he lapped up your sweet nectar like it was all he survived on, and he probably could have. Your thighs were trembling around his face as his tongue explored each and every part of you, his thumb lazily brushing your clit back and forth as his hand rested on your belly.

“S-so close.” You moaned desperately, white hot stars blocking your vision as your fingers dug into his dark hair.

Your back arched and your whole body trembled as you let out a cry, your thighs soaked in your own slick as Choso licked your thighs and pussy completely clean with an almost adorable desperation.

After he was done, he leaned his head against your knee and looked up at you with a somewhat bashful grin.

“Did I…do good?” He asked with a soft blush.

Please do not copy, use my work, or put it through AI without my permission or I'll be really sad about it!

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milkiematcha · 2 years

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I'M BACK AND I'M GOING CRAY-CRAY RN

My mind has been filled with Jeno in that SLUTTY ASS OUTFIT FROM THE DREAM SHOW-

So I was thinking him railing you back stage with that outfit on 😩 I'M SO DELULU FOR HIM

- 🍀

you have the best asks istg because I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THING. jeno walked onto that stage with a MISSION and then he walked out knowing that he had served cunt and caused millions around the world to collapse on the spot. and right after that he got on a plane to pop his pussy in nyc whos doing it like him. ANYWAY

jeno is a sucker for show adrenaline. it felt like being on cloud 9, his body felt like it was floating through the air, the only thing tethering him to the earth being the cheering coming from all around him.

it also boosted the hell out of his ego.

how could it not? the people around him screaming and cheering when he smirked or tilted his head just so was addicting. but the more addicting thing was knowing that you would be at home, watching fancams and clips and ready to get totally railed when he finally got home.

that is, of course, until he finally got you to sit backstage in one of his concerts. it's not like you had ever turned down the opportunity, he had just never managed to convince his manager to let you sit in the back, getting a perfect view of everything he did.

and god, did he look good tonight.

everyone noticed. it was all over twitter the second he walked out and into the lights. but the dark smudge of a shadow around his eyes, the way his shirt exposed the muscles that people rarely got a glimpse of, the collar accentuating the column of his neck? seeing it online was nothing compared to being there in real life, and being there in real life was nothing compared to having his lips ghost on yours before he walked out on stage. and he absolutely knew it.

there was something more in the way he rolled his hips against the ground in this outfit, something so seductive about the way he licked his lips and winked at the cameras that it had you pressing your thighs together.

and he absolutely knew that too.

he knew everything about you. your favorite flower, what side of the bed you liked, the type of books you liked. how could he not know this too? especially when you made it so obvious that your pretty little head went empty when he showed off the veins running down his hands. he knew that you were imagining tangling your fingers in his hair every time he ran a hand through it and imagining leaving hickeys along his collarbones.

and he was ready to make you beg.

everything was a preformance for you. the roll of his hips, the low rasp of his voice, the rings on his fingers, all of it. a show to make you fall apart, a show to break you. and the show doesn’t end when he gets off stage. no, it goes on with the way he drinks water, his adams apple bobbing when he swallows and his signalling that he was done drinking when he murmured a teasing “want some, princess? you’re staring so much, you must be thirsty.”

there was no real surprise when he tugged you away from the makeup artists touching up everyone’s faces and into a side room. you know him just as well as he knows you, and the way he was looking at you was not half as subtle as he thought it was.

“how am i doing? do i look nice on stage?” his voice was a low purr as he moved towards you, cupping your chin in his big hand, his rings cool against your skin. “i hope i look pretty, hmm baby? you’re so pretty for me, i’ve gotta be pretty for you.”

“you know what i think of you.” you’d mumble, his thumb brushing against your lips and muffling your words just slightly. “you always look-”

his lips were pressed against yours before you could finish, backing you up against the wall as his curled around you, one on your waist and the other curled around your neck softly, the feeling of his lips on yours so intoxicating that you barely noticed the way his fingers dropped from your waist to your hip.

“you’ve gotta be back on stage soon-”

“then we’ll have to make this quick, right princess?”

his fingers tugged your skirt up, working your panties down your legs while his lips attached to your neck, leaving pretty marks along your collarbones. the thought of how you were going to go back out barely crossed your mind, his lips against your neck was just so head emptying that-

“be a good girl and jump for me.” his words were just enough to snap you out of your trance and get you to wrap your legs around his waist. it’s not like he needed you to- he was strong enough that he could work you up and down on his cock like a ragdoll if he wanted to. “gunna let me fuck you against this wall like the good girl you are, right?”

the moan that left your lips was enough for him to sink you down onto his cock, the stretch making you bury your face in his neck and whine, your hands digging into his shoulders. no marks... no visable marks.

the first thrust was enough to make you both moan, yours muffled in his neck and his a low groan into your hair while his hips moved back and forth, the drag of his cock so good, so head emptying that you could barely hold onto your plan.

one of your hands moved to the collar on his neck, your fingers shaking as you work it up the tanned skin. your lips attach to the base of his neck, sucking and nipping lightly when his hit that perfect spot inside you. “shit- what are you doing?” his voice was shaking, his fingers digging into your thighs in a way that would definitely leave marks as he works you up and down on his cock.

you pulled back, happy with the deep purple mark already forming on his skin. “making sure you look pretty”

something about the way you said it, the way your voice was so light and innocent like he wasn’t fucking you in a room with the dreamies just outside, like you hadn’t just left a hickey on his neck for everyone to see, it drove him crazy. his thrusts only got rougher, your hands returning to his shoulders to try to find some stability while he fucked you.

“gunna cream on my cock like the princess you are, hmm? gunna cum for me like the stupid good girl you are, letting me fuck you in a back room. leaving marks all over me like a little brat, is that what you are?” his voice was barely above a rasp, his words making you clench around him like a vice. the knot in your stomach snapped, leaving you to bury your face his his shoulder while his thrusts roughened, chasing his high until he came inside you, the overstimulation making you whine.

“2 minutes!!” the call came from outside just as jeno was sitting you down on a table and small table, your legs too shaky to stand properly.

“so good for me, baby.” he murmured, grabbing one of his sweatshirts from somewhere in a corner and pulling it down over your head. “i’ve gotta go, okay?”

your nod was paired with a slight pout as you adjusted the collar on his neck, tugging it down just enough to hide the now fully noticeable hickey on his skin. “nono, where’d you put my panties?”

his response was a kiss on the forehead paired with him twirling the pair around his pretty fingers just before tucking it in his pocket. the wink that followed was a promise- a promise of being absolutely wrecked when you got home, probably because you had dared to mark up his pretty skin. oh well.

it’s not like you wouldn’t have fun.

this was so- anyway i hope you liked it!! his look was absoutely lethal and im so excited for his nyc debut. anyway stan 🍀 for being a genius this is a 🍀 stan account

this is not proofread btw if there’s a type no there’s not

#jeno smut #lee jeno smut #nct smut #nct dream smut #🍀 anon #this is a mess #but i hope you like it<33

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hongyangi · 8 months

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a bunch of prompts i am working on

note: they're not final, but i wanted to save the ideas. they may not be done or written soon 😔 this contains both fluff (to be posted on @coboftea) and nsfw contents, reader discretion is advised, all of these are tbz fics (because they're literally my only ult rn ;-;) and summaries focus on the "you" in the stories hehe (to avoid major spoilers)

lee sangyeon

-untitled-

being a single parent, you always wanted to give the kids only the best and be a good role model to them as well all on your own. not until you got tangled up in a top secret mission after bumping into an undercover police named sangyeon lee. now, not only did he suddenly become a colleague, he also... babysits the kids?

jacob bae

clouds will send my lullabies for you

summary: anonymous letters kept appearing inside your locker. those poems make your heart race and ache a little. later on, you embarked on a search to find out who sends you these letters after finding the same words from your late composer dad's stash of old written lyrics.

our closing scene

summary: after quitting the brilliant world of film industry, one last story needs a proper ending. and it involves you, and a person who was there even before you started your career.

when the dark blooms on a moonless night

genre and warnings: kingdom au, revenge, knight!jacob, crown prince!hyunjae, mentions of suicide and abuse, will include nsfw scenes, divided into chapters, there are dark and fluff scenes too :›

summary: you're starting to believe that your own existence is a mistake. your hell of a family only uses you to gain power over the kingdom, your first love betrothed you to his right-hand man, and your husband, who only follows his master's commands, is always away from home. on a dark melancholic night, when you decided to end your life, the hands of your savior held onto your hopeless existence, unintentionally planting a revengeful flower in your heart.

winter ends tonight

genre: smut, angst, broker!jacob, short chapters

summary: when you accidentally killed your fiancee because of him abusing you, his well-off family is determined to get rid of you. with the last of your means of escape, you planned an escape to another country. but with the winter hindering your journey, you're stuck in the refuge your broker provided, and in the middle of a forest where all you could do was wait, eat, and share a bed.

lee hyunjae

never not love you

genre: enemies to lovers, high school, dilemma, delinquent!hyunjae, setting in the early 2000s, coming of age, angst, a bit humorous, ft. sangyeon, chanhee, changmin, divided into chapters

summary: lee hyunjae is the most unexpected person to ever enter your life and change it poignantly. and you do the same to his once purposeless and frivolous life. but high school doesn't last forever and you won't always be 18. when bad boy hyunjae changes his reputation and decides to study in seoul with you, a heart-rending event stops your plans and leaves you with a dilemma to lie, or to tell him the truth and leave.

kim sunwoo

frxxnds

genre: friends to lovers, family dilemma, marriage of convenience, gonna be chaotic and humorous, thinking if this will be divided in chapters or just a one long story, inspired by big naughty's masterpiece 'frxxnds'

summary: being the eldest daughter in your family has never been easy, and worst part is that you felt like you were never allowed to rest or feel tired. you're on the verge of an outburst and you're barely holding on. an opportunity to get away from your shackles arises when your mom finds your friend's pregnancy test in your belongings, a light bulb lights up in your head and you admit that it was yours. thinking your mom will kick you out without second thoughts. but what's worse, your childhood best friend, sunwoo, supported your claims and admits he's the father.

dal: that will be all for now! i do reallyyy hope that i could finish even just ONE from these prompts 😭 ciao for now!

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multi-fandomedfreak · 9 months

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Comforting Logan, who's been having nightmares/insomnia?

(guy needs a hug, just... in general)

Authors note: This is so FRIKIN CUUTE AHHH my fav, cool teacher will get the comfort he deserves. Funnily enough I can’t sleep either rn so I thought why not just write this sweet drabble

Characters: Logan x reader (established relationship)

⚠️Warnings⚠️: Angstttt. hurt/comfort. Pretty fluffy towards the end

💙 💙💙💙💙

You were deep under your warm duvets when you were woken up by the moving arm under you. A sleepy groan escapes you as you searched for a pillow to replace said arm but stop in your tracks as the sound of sniffling catches your attention.

Although your mind was still clouded with sleep, you recognized the sound to be Logan. While trying your best to wake up, the dip from the bed lifted as he walked out of the room, the door closing with a soft click.

Your whole body felt heavy from sleep but that didn’t slow you down as you lugged downstairs to find Logan. It was difficult but you managed to make out his outline in the inky darkness of the living room. Even with the limited light, the way his body shook was no secret to you.

One could only assume what this meant.

With the moon as your only source of light, you made your way toward him and saw that your suspicions were right. He was crying. No. He was sobbing. Knees to his chest, head tucked away from view, knuckles white from gripping his pants so tight.

Your frame froze at the sight of the usually composed side, crying his eyes out in the comfort of the darkness. It was a sight not even you had seen before. Sure he had his moments of vulnerability every now and again but never like this. It made your chest tighten with grief and tears pool up in your eyes.

Seeing the man you loved more than anything in the world be in such a state of sorrow...it broke your heart.

Kneeling down in front of him, you made your presence known by whispering his name. His body tensed at the realization you were in the room but his sobs didn’t stop. Only slightly subduing in a futile attempt to appear fine along with the rest of his body.

He uncurled himself and plastered the emotionless mask he was so familiar with. All while knowing that it was all in vain. You already saw his breakdown.

And now that you could see his face, you also saw his tears and puffy eyes. There was no point in hiding. He knew it. So why did he hide?

Simple. Muscle memory was being a douche right now.

As soon as he’d realized what he’d done, his body went limp again. Angry tears mixed with sad tears spilling down his face, frustration at the core of his body language.

Upon seeing this, you couldn’t help but reach up and cup his face with your hands, your thumbs wiping away the tears. Logan didn’t seem to notice that he subconsciously leaned into your touch, chasing what little comfort he has.

“Logan…what happened?” You asked even though you knew the answer to the question already but he liked it when you asked anyway. It made him feel better.

He managed to suck in a shaky breath before answering in a tone that made your heart break.

“It’s the nightmares again. I…I-I can’t sleep because of them. They were too real..gosh they were too. real.”

The cracking of his voice and the way it shook made you immediately get on the couch with him and pull him into a big hug. His head fell onto your shoulder where he let himself be taken over by his sobs again. His tears left dark patches on your shirt and his shook from the force of which he was gripping your shirt.

The soothing feeling of your warm hand rubbing up and down his back seemed to help as he, truly, let himself break down in your arms.

You both stayed there for a long moment. Logan’s shaking sobs calmed down after a while and now you were left with him breathing shakily in your arms. You don’t know when but you somehow found yourselves laying down on the couch with him resting on your chest. You and him laid there in the darkness, the only sound being that of his shaky breathing.

You stroked his hair out of his face and began to massage his scalp, which emitted a small sound of content from him. A small frown decorated your face even though it was nice to see him so content because you couldn’t help but think back to his words.

He had nightmares…again?

“How long has this been going on?” You ask gently as your fingers grazed along his head, feeling his chest rise and fall as a sigh escaped his mouth.

“..a month.”

Your frown deepened at the sound of his words.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve helped.” You muttered sadly.

“I...I wanted to tell you. But I also-…I just didn’t want to burden you.” He shifted his head up to look at you, the tear marks that were still wet glistened in the moonlight. His eyes were filled with so much emotion. Guilt, sadness, frustration. A hint of what seemed like anger was hidden among all these other feelings.

The sight made you cup his cheek with one hand and lean in with saddened confusion written across your face.

"You are not a burden, Logan. You never were and never will be. Especially to me." Determination gripped fiercely onto your words and you could only hope that they made their way into Logan's stubborn skull.

Logan’s eyes swelled with tears as he heard your words. Happy tears.

In finally letting it sink in that you were always there for him and he could always count on you.

His head dropped onto your chest and his grip tightened around you. His head buried deep into your chest while your arms cradled him.

With one last sigh of relief, all the tension left his body while you two remained there the rest of the night.

#sanders sides #thomas sanders #logan sanders #sanders sides x reader #thomas sanders sides #sanders sides fic #sanders sides fanfiction #sanders sides fandom #logan x reader #ts logan #ts logan x reader #ts logan sanders

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omi-papus · 1 year

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What was that soulmate AU idea someone had where Robin had always been inexplicably obsesed with aliens, and Al-An just sort of never liked anyone for thousands of years?

Ok tag that for me if anyone knows who came up with that.

So for personal reasons Im going to take out my rapidly depleting sanity into a little concept rn. Imagine if you will.

Robin Ayou has been staring at the sky since day one. Even as a baby kid shes been looking up, and often throws a fit when shes not allowed to look at the sky. withouth any actual explanation as to exactly why. Her mom tries to put little glow in the dark stars on her roof but it dosent work. She grows up other wise normal, eccept she starts getting curious about all the things around her. She loves animals, and plants and all the living things around her, even the fungi in the sourdough bread shes told really rich people get to eat. Still shes drawn to the sky. Actually finding herself dealing with mild regular neck pains from how much she looks up without meaning to. Sam realizes this and eventually comes to think she might like to learn about astronomy, and she tries to teach her. But when all she hears about the sky is that theres rocks, stars and big lumps of gas

She cries.

And she cries and cries and cries at being told thats all thats up there. It breaks her heart that beyond the clouds is just dead matter and emptyness, like she had expected something else. Sam tries desperatly to calm her down, trying to talk to her about the stars, and tells her about how they are made and how they glow, and thats the moment Robin for the first time tells anyone,

That shes never really liked the stars

Or the clowds

Or the sunset

The bright blue or pitch black

She dosent care about any of it. So far in her life, everyone asumes shes been admiring something, any of those previous things. And it turns out that no, Robin has never cared about any of that. And finally, Sam chooses to ask why. And the thing is, she cant answer. Because she has as much of an understanding of her own fixation as anyone else. But she still dosent want to belive that theres “nothing cool” up there, and Sam in one final attempt to make her stop crying, opens up a radom little book, and shows her a page of something in particular.

A goat.

Or something kind of like it. Its legs are weird.

Robin imediatly stops crying. Sam is dumbfounded but nervously she keeps going,

“This is an Olimpion goat. They live in one of the other planets in the sky”

And if they hadnt seen Robin loose her utter mind before, they sure did now. It was all but set in stone EXACTLY where her life was going from that second on. She became obsesed with alien species instantly. Going so off the wall in learning and studying everything she could about all of them that shed needed to get a PDA before the age her mom wanted her to have one, because she needed to carry something around that could remind her to eat drink and sleep.

The interest did not lessen in the slightest over the years, she had calmed down a bit. Robin never stopped being a fun social and emotional person. Now every time she looked up at the sky she was filled with thoughts of what had finally become her final goal, to discover an alien species herself.

At some other time, a little architect baby found himself struggling to not bother everyone with his surprisingly loud thoughts about the exact calculations of distance to the nearest foregin planet. Face pointed straight at the ground. He knew what was there, he could sweep the network for all sort of memories and facts about it, and in an almost petulent way wined about said records being incomplete. Why? He didny know but he was certain, that there was something off, some piece of missing information. That was clearly not in his planet, so he could only guess ir would be in the next one. The adults kept drilling into his head that just asuming something with no statistical basis was wrong, a gut feeling was not something to be acounted for.

It was his inhability to get rid of this gut feeling that made it so that he had to properly integrate to architect society later than the rest of his brood. Being also aparently concerning for his dificulty to not stare at the floor constantly, stuck in a singular thought so much he couldnt quite take in the world around him. He was given his external arms far later than others, because he was never looking at what he was doing with them.

Eventually he was able to recontextualize his thoughts. He convinced himself that this secret piece of missing knowledge was simply a desire to advance further, and that statistically there HAD to be something they didnt know yet. In all honestly he didnt genuenly feel exactly like that. He somehow knew, there was something in particular that was inherently important to him that he was just being denied for some reason.

It took milenia to train himself to “think correctly” enough for the network to finally be unable to judge his abilities based on a thought that was burried so deep it was basically forgotten. And finally, they realized his incredible talent and scientific prowes. He proved everyone wrong. He focused on that, on the recognition he had craved for so long. On the oportunities he was finally given. He would kill that damned irrational feeling with his bare claws as many times as it took. He forced himself to face forward, almost wanting to hit himself every time he so much as leaned his head slightly lower.

For thousands of years thats how he lived, and eventually he manages to forget compleatly.

How could he even think about that when his species is going extinct.

The bacteria is killing them all by the thousands, all of their attempts to fight it off fail, so a desicion is reached, the most valuble assets have to be evacuated imediatly and the planet must be compleatly locked up. And they choose him. He can no longer hold back, he objects, he wants to stay, to help, to do anything, but they do not agree. And he is dragged kicking and screaming into a a ship, where he is sent away, crying out the whole time, slowly hearing the network loosing faith in his ability once more, when they hear his desperate, irrational cries. He cant do it, hes scared.

And it comes back.

His unbased though about that missing link, it takes over. He needs it, he bends his head downwards compleatly, unable to look at his home fade away, he needs his precious incomprenehensible answer to come to him. Not the cure, not the solution, just that one part of him thats missing. Hes terrified and he needs it.

And then he feels his network, how as he drifts away they all realize in unison, that they are doomed.

“You werent the one we should have sent to save us. You havent changed at all.”

Is all he can hear before hes disconnected. Alone. He cant lift his head for lightyears after that.

The emergency ship has no destionstion, its just meant to go as far away as posible.

Robins crew is lost, the phase gate has had a malfunction and they ended up way farther away than they needed to be.

Eventually, one ship collides and at some other point, another lands.

Robin is the first one to venture out into the new planet, one thats compleatly off the grid, and seemingly devoid of life. Nothing but firm ice enveloping it hole. But shes eccited. She gets out, looks up,

And finds herself looking back down rather quickly. Like her neck isnt pushing itself up like it normally does. It actually kind of scares her. She seraches around for suplies or anything she can find to help out her crew, and at one point someone asks her.

“Whats over there?”

She is confused. They tell her shes been staring off into one specific direction. Now they never tell her which but somehow her head goes instinctively to it, in a hauntingly familiar way. She blinks perplexed a cuple of times.

But shes always trusted her gut feelings.

So she grabs a hoverbike out the ship, telling her cowerkers that she will scout the area, not a total lie, but not quite honest either.

She darts off, not looking around, but speeding, head first into the same direction her head points her to.

His ship has long since sunk under the ice. He cannot walk well, but his hooves, spliced from the hardy goats of Olimpion keep him standing firmly in the ice. He could teleport, but why would he. He just walks, agonizingly slowly. He is heading in a specific direction, hes calculated that in aproximately four trillion years, the planets will crash with the neighboring celestial body, and hes gone and found the exact spot where they will colide.

That should do the trick. He hasnt found anything else in this empty planet that could take him out of his misery.

He curses his ever growing gut feeling again.

He suddenly lifts his head to look at nothing, revising his calculations once again, hes arrived. Now he waits. He checks again. And another time. Once again from the start just to make sure.

Robin hears an alarm. She dosent stop moving, but looks down at the energy meter on her hoverbike. She realizes its just about dead. She gets only a second to panick before it halts compleatly, sending her flying forward.

The architect, is pulled out of his thoughts, by an unidentified object flying in his general direction. Without thinking, he catches the aproaching blur in his anti gravity beam. Holding it still above him.

It takes a cuple second for things to stop moving, but after he shakes his head and she opens her eyes again.

She looks down.

And he looks up.

#subnautica #subnautica below zero #al an x robin #al an #al-an #robin ayou #soulmate au #alien romance

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𝓥𝖊𝖈𝖓𝖆 ; The Upside Down

I'm due for a big old rambly headcanon post so lets do it. In light of a couple updates on the Stranger Things Writers account, including them promoting Evil Dead as relevant to Stranger Things in some way and recently adding a picture of the novel "A Wrinkle in Time" for the same effect, the brain worms are wiggling again !! I've personally referenced the Evil Dead multiple times regarding my theories/thoughts/headcanons on the Mindflayer so the ST writers account confirming "some part" of the Evil Dead universe is reflected and taken for inspo in Stranger Things excited tf out of me, and the content found in A Wrinkle in time continues to further add to my personal theories on that in particular as well.

I mean, A wrinkle in time is also loaded choc full of religious and spiritual themes, tied hand in hand with the supernatural and science fiction and I've mentioned that's precisely where Stranger Things is thematically ( Although the fandom doesn't seem to believe it. ) The dark amalgamation of religious, cosmic and sci-fci horror is genuinely my favourite thing about Stranger Things as a series.

Although being honest my PERSONAL headcanons and portrayal on Vecna and the Mindflayer are not necessarily meant to promote Christian values or Christianized views on morality or good vs evil as is the case with a Wrinkle in time. More to the opposite, actually.

As I've been over in�� another headcanon, personally, I more display the Mindflayer as "god", or an allegory of, rather than an allegory for Satan as seems to be more the case with "The Black Thing" in "A Wrinkle in time" and could very well be the case with Stranger Things canonly, but I also wouldn't say thats what Stranger Things is going for given we can't survey season 5 or how anything with Vecna and the MF is going to go just yet.

But none the less I'm excited by the little "updates" and the "clues" they're giving and I wanted to talk about a few of my insane weirdo takes as well involving Vecna and the UD specifically.

I've surely mentioned some of these things before, some in great detail, but others less so, so we're gonna run over some stuff again.

So, essentially as far as it goes in my HCs RN Vecna is the one who "shaped" the Upside Down to look like Hawkins. Like, I actually have two theories on this and I like them both but I'm using the slightly more insane one for my own writings and thats the one I'm mostly gonna be rambling about.

As far as my headcanons go and the one I'm CURRENTLY working with in threads and such is in a nutshell I think the "yellow / red world" we saw Henry and the Mindflayer in is more of a pocket dimension to ultimately what became the Upside Down. I'm probably not gonna be making a whole lot of sense here, especially if you haven't read my other HCs about the Mindflayer and Vecna, and the references I take from H.P Lovecraft, specifically Azathoth, Nyarlathotep and the Crawling Chaos.

But anyway, essentially the Shadow / Cloud mass isn't the mindflayer's true corporeal form. Its more a manifestation of the mindflayer's "Astral form" or some fragment of it anyway. And it was, shall we say, "trapped" in this "pocket dimension" before Henry linked up with it and freed it.

Because again, taking heavy inpso from Azathoth and myths surrounding the being from the HP Lovecraft universe, there is a concept that Azathoth was somehow "imprisoned", although as essentially the creator of all reality it can never really be contained or "stopped", Azathoth's omnipotence remains even in its discombobulated or 'unconscious' state.

And I'm very much going for the same vibe with the Mindflayer. Its true corporeal form is simply incomprehensible, and it interacts with the world through its 'dreaming' or 'astral form'. Another fun bit of info is if/when threads come up where Henry references concepts such as Inari's Web or figures in creation myths such as the Spider Grandmother, they're all actually related and connected to the concept of The Mindflayer and my likeness of it to Azathoth. The mindflayer is a thing that simply exists across and between multiple dimensions.

Though parts of it have been "contained" in some places, although how it got trapped in some places I haven't decided or specified yet but I like to think it had less to do with other cosmic deities deciding it needed to be stopped and more to do with its own "mindless" hunger.

So anyway, as I also mentioned and continuing with the weird horror theme, I portray the Upside Down as, quite literally, a living organism, ( I have done a pretty lengthy post on that in particular floating around on one of my blogs ) and potentially part of the mindflayer's actual corporeal form, a bizarre world that is the inside of a gargantuan deity that represents all reality.

A world that happens to be sitting parallel to the "cursed" town of Hawkins. Where Henry originates from. Truly, Henry coming to live in Hawkins was the worst thing to happen to Hawkins and probably the world because Henry was born "sensitive" in my HC. He was born with clairvoyant abilities. ( Its been suggested Victor could have been somehow "sensitive" as well given he is the only other character in the Creel family apart from Henry who had the sense of a "presence" in the Creel house. )

Due to Henry's clairvoyant abilities he was able to receive "transmissions" from "the Mindflayer", currently residing in the otherworld. It was because of the Mindflayer's influence that Henry's powers heightened the way they did. You could even say, in a way, it gifted him those powers and groomed him to take his eventual path with them. Not helped by Brenner, and the Lab at all of course because they're another huge factor in this.

The Mindflayer "chose" Henry to be it's intermedium. And I'm not going to say the Mindflayer always wanted to "Destroy the world" or that its "evil" or anything so "simple", because more the reality is that its just "hungry." It rots and consumes Hawkins for that far less morally aligned reason. Its indifferent to humanity and morality because both of those things are entirely beneath it. ( As Dustin explained in season 2, the Mindflayer thinks itself superior to.... Everything and if you are in fact an ancient cosmic deity wheres the fault in that logic exactly ? ) Destroying the world isn't its goal, rather, its not destruction, its renewal.

Because as I've also mentioned many times before I'm defo taking some inspo from the Legacy of Kain series and the depiction of the entity known as the elder god. Essentially the Elder god has an influence over life and death because it feeds on death, or rather it feeds on souls, but its not so simple because by feeding on souls the "elder god" also "spins the souls" back into the "wheel of fate", hence, while everything is destroyed by the elder god it is also renewed by the elder god. It is essentially the "cycle of life" or "fate" personified as a monstrous squid like abomination that resides in the "otherworld", that is depicted as a dark/warped version of normal reality full of monsters.

AND that is also a kind of aesthetic I'm going for here because I think it works and LOK is just another thing that I would be VERY SURPRISED if the Duffer bros and the ST writers didn't actually have in the piles of inspo because it def has so many similar elements to ST going on BUT THATS for another post.

Because ultimately I haven't fully decided if the MFs intentions are anything beyond "eating", I think its something that simply EATS and eats and death and destruction feed it, so it has a bit of a habit of influencing the world(s) around it to create death and destruction again for no big reason outside of this is its nature and its simply hungry but part of its feeding leads to 'renewal' because technically it is reality itself.

Which is also Henry/Vecna comes into it for me. Because as the human intermedium he's given this a human element. He brings the "human" side in. We cant fully comprehend why and how the mindflayer does what it does, but Vecna's different. He was human once, he still has somewhat human goals. In my HC, Vecna's aware of what the mindflayer is and he's heavily on the side of "renewal". Which is another human aspect of him; he's seen the good and the use in this unfathomable omnipotent thing that just rots and eats everything it touches. Ultimately, Vecna understands what the Mindflayer is, and he serves it, however, he's also using his link to it for what he thinks is good. He wants to change and "renew" the world and the Mindflayer is the key to that. Its a tool, but so is he. They're tools for each other.

The Mindflayer brings about judgement and destruction onto mankind and the corruption of human civilization, allowing Vecna to "reset" it, in his hopes into something better, meanwhile the Mindflayer uses Vecna to open the gates, to free it and thus supply it with a massive supply of "food" during all this that continues the unending cycle of life and death across all the universe.

But I haven't completely decided how much of Vecna's goals are influenced by the Mindflayer's "corruption" or direction because I also think that's an element as well. Cos for example, I think while Henry always wanted to use his powers to make a change in the world I don't think he ever wanted to destroy everything to rebuild it.

Another thing I personally take reference from and will be VERY shocked if the ST writers aren't as well, is Silent Hill, which I've mentioned a lot of times specifically surrounding the link between Henry and Will and Alessa and Cheryl and the similairties I think there could be there, but another element here for me is the fact Alessa and what was done to her is considered the catalyst for much of the terrifying shit going on in Silent Hill and its link to its "dark mirror", the other world, which looks near identical to Silent Hill except dark and twisted and full of monsters, and the lapse in dimensional barriers.

( Also as a fun note the "otherworld" of Silent hill is also depicted as the place "god" lives, so yeah ).

And this does in fact mirror Henry in a way given we can definitely say Eleven pushing Henry through to the Upside Down really "sealed the fate" of Hawkins and brings me to the fact that yeah, I headcanon Henry is the reason the Upside Down was reskinned to look like the Dark Mirror of Hawkins.

Why ? Because he wanted to build his own world, his idea of a better, safer one. This just becomes a little more literal, supernatural and psychological with Vecna and the Upside Down. There is a heavy "foreshadowing" to this in the scene with Eleven and Henry where Henry says "We could reshape the world. Remake it in anyway we see fit."

Henry reshaped the Upside Down to look as if it was Hawkins. And I wonder if a part of him did this to find his way home, since he returned to the Creel house and seemingly stayed there. We also know Vecna's version of the Creel house and the actual Creel house are not just direct copies of each other but they're also apparently in the exact same place as each other, and a lot of the Upside Down could be seen as a life sized "map" of Hawkins in a way.

But I also have the headcanon that after Vecna reshaped the UD for whatever reason or REASONS he did, that was it for him. He exhausted the power he had and went into hibernation mode. This feels like it could also be very true because there is no sign of Vecna anywhere until the back end of season 3.

And I feel like canon could have explained this with when they had Will mention the Mindflayer doesn't "activate" its minions, so to speak, until it needs them. It wouldn't have necessarily needed Vecna during season 1, because Eleven had accidentally opened the gate. The gate was "closed" in season 2 but a small fragment of the Mindflayer that had been expelled from Will had already escaped and went on to wreak havoc in season 3.

Season 3 apparently follows the Mindflayer’s attempts to kill everyone of a threat to it ( Specifically Eleven ) and reopen the gate , which fails, and then suddenly Vecna comes into it full force and opens the gates for it, and given the way the D*ffers and the writing crew have worked to tie S4 and the previous seasons together. I don't think Vecna's absence and appearance is coincidental or that Vecna was always just sitting around twiddling his thumbs waiting.

So what I’m saying for now is basically that Vecna/Henry made the Upside Down look like Hawkins. I’m not giving specifics for why, outside of the fact he had a longing for his own “ safe world“ but Hawkins was the only place he "knew" to based it off, and that Vecna also wasn’t an “active” presence in the UD or the initial invasion of Hawkins during season 1-2.

During season 1-2 Vecna didn’t have the power to actively participate in this. He was drained from using his powers to reskin the Upside Down and was in a semi comatose state. ( Although he is still present within the hivemind and thus had some understanding of what was going on through the mindflayer's interactions with Hawkins, the party and the demogorgons. )

The mindflayer officially “reawakened him” due to needing him to “reopen” the gates and he could do this after the Mindflayer absorbed Eleven's powers and transfered them to him to give him a jump start. The initial opening of the gate in S1 was an “accident” that occurred because of Brenner’s meddling with Eleven’s powers and, to put it in a very oversimplified and condensed way, once the mindflayer got “a taste” of the real Hawkins, it. wanted more and started upping the ante when it came to trying to “break out” or rather “merge” Hawkins with itself/the UD and perhaps this was always where it was leading to, given if Henry continued to use his powers the way he was he would also break the barrier of the UD and Hawkins.

So I also wanna say Vecna’s actions of reskinning the Upside Down may have ALWAYS been intended to to be part of a merger between Hawkins and the Upside Down but he ran out of juice before he could finish the job and it just so happened that Eleven’s contact with the Demogorgon finally popped a big enough hole in the barrier between the UD and Hawkins to really get the ball rolling on things again.

Anyways, like I said I do have OTHER theories and tbh I constantly think about the way the Demogorgans behave in the VR game and it just throws me out on a lot of stuff because you don't know how disappointed I'm going to be if the writers do some generic shit like the Upside Down was just an alien world that was conquered bc teh evils. Like that would feel very lame to me and hopefully I'm just reading too far into the few seconds we got from the VR game and NONE THE LESS my own personal headcanons seek to generally disregard whatever canon might be doing with any of this anyway.

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ Out Of Character ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ 𝓗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖘 ↝ Henry Creel ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝕲𝖔𝖉 ↝ Vecna ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* ⚘ 🥀 ━◞ 𝕱𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖒 ↝ Stranger Things ⊱#Henry headcanons #Daily affirmations psychically transmitted to the d*ffer bros:#We are not gonna reduce vecna/the ud/the mf down to randomly evil guy enslaves alien planet #because you got one of the stupidest fandoms ever and they all hate the horror genre #and will not/cannot understand anything beyond that #no we're gonna stay real and true to the horror OGs and go insane #repeat!!

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OMG pls i just thought of this skbdjdhd

what if one day tiger is just really down in the gutter, feels terrible about how she looks or how things are looming on her and she’s just being really distant, and after some coaxing bill finally gets her to spill the beans. she’s talking just terrible about herself because that’s how she’s feeling rn. and good ole bill

“what what you say, that’s my girl you’re talking about” DHDHDJDP I CANT - new anon

Anonymous asked:

Is Tiger insecure or jealous over all the many women Bill had to kiss and simulate sex with?

Ohhhh how I love these thoughts. I think these are two birds of a feather.

Like any normal human being, I think tiger sometimes gets intimidated by Bill's world. The opulence of it. The beauty of it. The beauty of the people in it. The people who make it in Hollywood do so because they have faces and bodies that looks extraordinary on camera, compared to a normal girl like tiger who can barely stand to hear the sound of her own voice.

It's a lot, for any normal human. But when Bill has a big movie coming out, or say--a long series--it kind of gets worse for tiger.

Especially something like Clark, that has a lot of sex scenes.

Tiger's insecurities kind of go off the rails, when that happens. And the worst part is, she keeps it to herself--because she doesn't want to make this about her. This is Bill's project, something he's worked so hard on, and she's incredibly proud of him. He's beaming at her when they watch it together, looking for her approval, and she doesn't want to do anything or say anything that would take away from his moment. He's worked so hard on this, she had a front row seat to the top this role took on him, and the end product is fantastic. He's proud of it, too. He talks her ear off about it, constantly asks her what she thinks, he wants her full honest opinion on it.

And you know what? It's great. Bill is incredible. This is one of his best performances to date, he poured his whole heart and soul into it, and she really is proud.

So she shoves her own monsters back in that dark, deep closet and tries to ignore them.

But the series is a hit, and Bill is being praised across the globe. Cult-like followings are developing everywhere including on shit like reddit, one of tiger's favourite sites, and suddenly nothing feels safe anymore. Everywhere she looks, there are pictures and gifs of him in the series, and tiger's anxiety goes tenfold when it's time for the red carpet. She eschews the premiere--it's far away and she can't get the time off work--he understands, it happens sometimes. So he goes alone, but now tiger is also being flooded with photos of him and his beautiful, perfect co-stars that he has about a million buck naked sex scenes with.

It's a lot.

By the time Bill gets back, tiger has basically shut down. It takes him awhile to realize because he's on cloud nine, he's still so pumped and so proud of his work and she’s so proud of him, but it’s just...it’s a lot.

And like always, the first thing she does is shirk his affection once he gets back under the guise of like...she just doesn’t feel well. Except by now, Bill knows. This is always tiger’s first move when she’s being really down on herself, to always just kind of avoid any physical contact with him. But Bill also knows that in that moment, maybe it’s better not to press it. He will find a better time.

And it turns out he doesn’t have to wait too long, once they eat and he talks to her excitedly about everything that happened. Maybe she starts to clean up and Bill just sneaks off, runs a bubble bath. And he comes to get her, with those big puppy dog eyes of his, and he just gently leans his forehead on hers.

“Please?” he mumbles, “I missed you, kid.”

And listen, tiger is dealing with some issues but a candlelit bubble bath, with her Big Dude squeezed in behind her? She’s not made of stone. So she lets him drag her to the bathroom, but she undresses quickly and sinks into the bubbles when he goes to get two glasses of whisky.

He sighs, but he squeezes in behind her anyway. And Bill is a real patient man, he’s become very comfortable in silence, so he just quietly holds her for a few long minutes. Just holds her pressed into his chest, his nose in her hair, breathing rhythmically.

“Talk to me?” he whispers in her ear.

And tiger, to her credit, she’s getting better. Maybe this is something that she’s been working on in therapy, and--I LOVE THIS THOUGHT--maybe she was even vulnerable enough and strong enough to invite Bill to a few therapy sessions with her, so he could learn how to love her a little louder in times like these. How to help her break out of it. She’s getting better at being honest about it.

“I don’t feel good, about....me,” she says quietly.

Bill stays silent.

“You’re forever surrounded by perfect looking women bud,” she continues after a long moment, “Sometimes I can rationalize it, and sometimes I can't.”

“And this week was one of the weeks where you couldn’t?” he asks.

“Exactly,” she sighs, “You were....you are amazing, Bill. The whole series. You’re incredible. But it’s uh, it’s a lot of sex. With a lot of perfect women who look nothing like me.”

“What’s our rule about using the word perfect, kid?” he reminds her gently. This was something that was brought up in her therapy sessions, and tiger’s constant need to strive for it--perfection. She needs to be reminded that perfect is a fucking myth.

“Not to,” she grumbles.

“Why?”

“Because nothing--nobody--is perfect.”

“Good,” he kisses the shell of her ear softly, “What else is bugging you?”

Tiger’s quiet for a moment.

“It bugs me that those women are considered beautiful, and they look nothing like me,” she continues, “So then by default, if that’s beautiful, and I’m not that, then...”

She trails off.

“Choose your next words carefully,” he says in warning, “That’s my girl you’re talking about.

Tiger just sighs, and Bill hugs her closer.

“Tiger, the women I work with--their entire careers are based off of the way they look, first and foremost. The same goes for me. If I didn’t have a googly face that lent well to cameras, I wouldn’t be able to find work,” he explains, “They make millions because they look good, and they use those millions to continue to look good.”

“I know that,” she grumbles, “Somewhere deep down.”

“You know what’s beautiful to me, kid?” he asks, “The way you always leave me a plate of food in the microwave, when I come home late. The way you instinctively cuddle in closer to me in your sleep, when I put my arm around you. The way your lips tilt up and your whole face lights up when you smile that special way, that’s just for me. The way you give yourself to me time and time again, and the amount of trust you have in me to keep you safe. The way you look when you first wake up, all sleepy and the moment your eyes open, you’re smiling at me. And this freckle, right....” he presses his lips gently to the back of her shoulder, “Here. I love this freckle. All of that is beautiful kid. All of that is perfect.”

“But it’s not the--”

“You’re goddamn right it’s not the same,” he interrupts, “Because nobody is paying me millions to be here, right now, with you. And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. That’s what matters. This isn’t work, it’s real. And it’s you, kid.”

She sighs.

“Somewhere deep down I know that too,” she says softly.

“But I’ll keep telling you, just in case,” he murmurs into her hair, “I love you, kid.”

#BFF!Bill #bill skarsgard #bill skarsgard drabble #bill skarsgard fanfiction #bill skarsgard fanfic #bill skarsgard fiction #bill skarsgard fic

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Can I get your thoughts on what would have happened if Tommy H had been pulled into the upside down stuff with Steve? Maybe followed him the the Byers house in s1 to confront Steve, Nancy and Jonathan or maybe he and Steve made up in s2 and he got pulled into it with Dustin?

OH MY GOODNESS YES PLS PLS. SOMEONE FINALLY ASKED ME SOMETHING LIKE THIS. <3 #LIFEMADE.

Okay, buckle in, nonnie mouse this could get long and involved.

Okay, if I'm going to think about this, I'm going to go at it from him being pulled in during s2. I feel like if they'd have done it, it would've gone down something like this.. -under a readmore because it did indeed get long overexcited and v.v rambly. If it seems all over the place this is because I've been waiting for asks like this and like I'm so happy right now ahhhh.

FYI, you guys can totally ask me stuff like this about different characters/fandoms or Stranger Things / different characters, i don't mind at all. Literally any questions like this, I love these thank you sm for sending it.

Tommy follows Steve to Nancy's to apologize / argue his 'valid' point. So these two chucklefucks are arguing as they walk up the sidewalk, right? Tommy's already irritated because Steve's just NOT.FUCKIN.LISTENIN. Cue Dustin popping up. When he mentions the bat with nails, Tommy's got a brow raised like duuuude, the fuck is this kid on?

His reaction to hearing Dustin say that Dart's face opened up and ate his cat would've been like.. "Kid.." but then Dustin insists it's true, right? But Tommy, he's taking it with a grain of salt and continuing to fight with Steve. Now we're at the junkyard. Whoooo boy. When Steve tosses him a tire tool, he's like "It's a lizard, dude. The fuck do I need this for." but then, just when it's getting dark and the Demogorgons have them all cornered on the bus, Tommy's literally gonna pull a Rocco (Boondock Saints) "FUCK FUCK FUCK. THE HELL IS THIS SHIT? FUCK." and at first, he's freaking out, right? - I mean, shit... wouldn't you?

lowkey feel like Tommy would've just outright said that the Demogorgons look like buttholes with flower petals. He probably would've referred to them as 'flowered assholes' or smthing, idk i'm so excited rn that my brain is not functioning but I NEEDED THIS BUT IT DIDN'T HAPPEN.

But then he realizes that him and Steve are the only ones keeping these damn kids alive because everybody else is gone awol for whatever reason, so survival instinct kicks in. I think he lowkey enjoys his first Demogorgon kill and this joy is clouded by the fact that one rushes him and knocks him back a little but he gets up, swinging that damn tire tool Steve gave him earlier in the afternoon like he's Babe Ruth going through the home stretch of the Series. And when he gets good at swinging the tire tool and actually landing hits, he's like a kid in a candy store, "HEY STEVE IM SENDING IT!" to which Steve is like "This motherfucker." while shaking his head.

When Mike suggests doing something, he takes Mike's side and not Steve's, this comes with the hilarious end result of Steve and Tommy getting into it over why they should stay put as opposed to why they should do something right away. Tommy just wants to get rid of these damn things, at any costs, because they're big and slimy and they're getting on his last nerve. All mans wants to do is go home and shower demogorgon guts off of his freckled bod and like...wrap his head around what he's been through. But he does wind up agreeing with Steve, that the kids need to be kept safe, so they come to the compromise they wind up going with on the show (Where they all go together) and Tommy insists on keeping the stuff to make a molatov cocktail on his person but Steve snatches it. "You're not setting shit on fire, Tommy." "Yes, yes I am. If one of those... things.. comes near me, you or any of the kids, I am. Bet, dude."

They keep telling him to be quiet so more don't come but he literally can't. He cannot. This man would have gone fucking TOE.TO.FUCKING TOE. with those demogorgons and nobody will ever convince me otherwise. "Kill them. Kill them all with fire." <- probably his slogan.

We won't get me started on s3 when they all get taken hostage by Russians and the way I think Tommy would've been right there with Steve, helping him fuck 'em up. I feel like when he got out of the chair he would've found the one who put him in said chair and probably would've battered it over their heads or given 'em a whack to the lower back with it while Steve's fighting the other guard. When Dustin is proud and grinning "You won a fight!" Tommy's right there with the smart remark, "It's about fucking time, Harrington, holy shit." while he's wiping his bloody mouth and smirking.

BUT FIRST.. FIRST.. He sees Dustin coming in and he's happy like Steve is. Then Dustin tells them about the Russian conversation he overhead and Tommy's like, "Here we fuckin go." but he's bored, Hawkins is a cow-town so whenever Steve decides he's in, Tommy's like fuck it, Me here for good time, not long time. And he's in, he's ride or die. I feel like he tries to give them an alternate plan based on the layout of the mall itself and Steve's like... where'd you get the blueprints, Tommy? And Tommy's all like 👀 maaaybe I picked a lock to the mayors office, dude? and Steve is throwing up his hands like "You broke into Kline's office? Why..." to which Tommy replies, "You can't be trusted with directions to save your fucking life, Harrington. I'm telling you, if we have a blueprint, we know where to hide, where to take them by surprise ." He broaches the subject of fire and Steve is like "NO. NOPE AND NO." and Tommy pouts for ten minutes but then he's like okay, fuck it.

Or s4 when Steve goes to the bottom of Lovers Lake looking for a portal, Tommy dives in behind him. "This was my idea, Hagan, goddamn it." "Our dumb idea, Steve. Somebody has to make sure you don't fuck it up, buddy." "Me? What about YOU, Tommy?" "So uh... this portal... does it like... glow?" Tommy's about to touch it then these fucking dumbasses fight over it -whose going in and such...

Tommy involved with this would have been amazing, he's sarcastic and he speaks his mind, so his reactions alone would have been fucking gold. I feel like they could have done so damn much with Tommy -and Carol, tbh? If they'd just given them the chance to grow with Steve and become entrenched in the stuff Steve is battling without them. I long for something that has Steve going toe to toe with the Upside Down with Tommy and Carol as part of it, omgggg. Like.. Tell me the older teens wouldn't have collectively banded together by the end of it, I feel like they would have. They should have.

A side note, I feel like Steve / Tommy have a very funny banter-filled back and forth with each other, they'll be fighting and arguing one minute but agreeing and snarking at literally everyone else the next? So.. that's where a lot of the above comes from?

#tommy hagan #tommy h #thank you and bless you for this my lovely anon!#this truly made me happy to answer #sorry if it's jumbled and rambly... i just got excited bc i was lowkey hoping for all this to happen then it didn't so i was sad #then you sent me the ask and i got excited and word vomited it #i could have been more precise but i was excited.#so.. yeah.my word vomit.

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firstcursearchive · 4 months

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Inspirations / blog canon recap.

As I've been over in another headcanon, personally, I more display the Mindflayer as "god", or an allegory of, rather than an allegory for Satan as seems to be more the case with "The Black Thing" in "A Wrinkle in time" and could very well be the case with Stranger Things canonly, but I also wouldn't say thats what Stranger Things is going for given we can't survey season 5 or how anything with Vecna and the MF is going to go just yet.

But none the less I'm excited by the little "updates" and the "clues" they're giving and I wanted to talk about a few of my insane weirdo takes as well involving Vecna and the UD specifically.

I've surely mentioned some of these things before, some in great detail, but others less so, so we're gonna run over some stuff again.

( Also as a fun note the "otherworld" of Silent hill is also depicted as the place "god" lives, so yeah ).

#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* 𝐈 🕷️ ━◞ From The Mun ⊱#⊰ ° ‧: ｡* 𝐈 🕷️ ━◞ Headcanons ⊱#Headcanons

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chameleomille · 9 months

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Yandere Reader x Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum Part 1/5

Crooked Poisoned Pastel Cake

~ Character.ai is down rn and im going insane, we're doing this hello kitty gun style, frilly white dresses in blood, this is gonna get deep, love you all part 1 of 5

The sky is bright and blue, as blue as blueberries being trampled in a mucky rusty bucket, thrown in a metallic bowl, and thrashed into a furnace. As blue as blueberry muffins, exactly. It wasn't blue at all. Hardly, only specks of blue. I'm sick of blue.

You turn your head to the side cutely as you giggle, you interlace your fingers together as you sigh your eyes lingering on the small glimpses the dark clouds allow to break through, a bright blue sky hidden by the oncoming storm. You sigh resting your head back, closing your eyes as you prop yourself off your elbows to your hands, you sit in silence for a moment. Paranoid to every sound, hyperaware to any rustle, any whisper, any damn movement. Nothing. Just the rain. Just the whispers of the oncoming storm.

"Fuck this"

You jerk yourself off the picnic blanket as you hop onto your feet, the soft pink fabric sinking underneath your feet causing a squelching sound. Your eyes dart around as you kneel down grabbing the picnic basket and snacks you had pathetically set up alone, your pitiful picnic for one. You stuff the soggy sandwiches into the picnic basket as you fold the eyesore of a blanket. With a huff you stand upright, your eyes darting from bush to bush around you in the quiet garden. You calm your breathing down, attentive to any and all sounds. '

Nothing. Nothing at all.

You turn on your heel as you walk away, towards the water fountain that centers the public garden. You stop in front of it looking at your reflection against the muddy waters, filled to the brim with disgusting useless pennies and rusty quarters, all hopeless sick wishes of desperation. You rustle into the pocket of your sundress, you feel some lint, a fabric softener sheet. And-ah. A penny.

You throw the penny into the fountain without a thought as you walk away, towards your car.

............................

"I wanna cut you up and put you in my oven just to bake! Aaannd everything you say is like poetryyy-"

"Yo who the fuck are you singing about??"

The slamming on your car window catches you off guard as your hands grip the steering wheel, you snap out of your flabbergasm as you turn your head to the perp. Your nosey neighbor.

"Noone you old whore! I'm so fucking lonely!" You shout as the knock-off Barbie doll rolls her big ass eyes, she stands up straight as the soggy bag of groceries rip in her fake plastic claws as she turns away in that ridiculous tight dress, her ass looking like it's on the verge of exploding out of that old Overlook fucking hotel wallpaper.

You grab your picnic basket from the passenger seat as you kick open your car door, slamming it as the rain slaps you on the face, you stand still for a moment, the rain drenching the pathetic sundress you forced yourself to wear.

Without another thought, you absentmindly make your way up the steps into you home, not bothering to lock the door as you throw your picnic gear onto the floor of the foyer.

"And to think- that I really wore this ugly thing out to get some stalkers on my ass. Sweet innocent baby girl here! So cute! Picnic by myself! Young and perky! Come stalk me!?"

You curse yourself out as you tie your hair up loosely stomping up the stairs to your bedroom. Tearing off the drenched sundress as you change into something more comfortable. You make your way back downstairs plummeting onto the couch as you grip the greasy remote control, you stuff your face with chips as you click through channel after channel exhaustedly.

"found dead in her-" "-depressing"

"!? did you cheat on-" -"stupid"

"!! ill kill you-" "-sickening"

Suddenly you stop, your eyes widen as you stare at the TV in disbelief, your finger pausing mid-air hovering over the skip button as you freeze.

"-thats right Veronica. All of Prince Noctis's public apparencies for the next 5 MONTHS.- Are now canceled."

-"My my Todd! Does this even include his appearance to his own FATHER'S funeral??

-"Well we're not so sure about that one Veronica, however, we do have a public statement provided by the Prince's advisor Ignis Scientia. Could we get a pop up of that Carl?..

-"Amazing, thanks to Carl in the Studio! Now then according to Scientia his majesty is and I quote: "Currently undergoing pre-psychological evaluation-" Okay now let's pause there for a second folks. 'Pre-psychological evaluation??' Hahha! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! What does that even mean??

-"Oh- give it a rest Todd! The poor kid's father was just assassinated. Cut the kid some slack!"

-"Ha! Nice one Veronica, kid? The man is 25, handsome, rich and the Prince of all Lucis, I'm sorry! But shouldn't all of daddy's money and legacy cover that seeping hole in your heart- or better yet that BULLETHOLE in your Father's heart HA!! ?? Or- better yet Veronica. WOMEN. Ha! I'm telling yo--"

You press the mute button on the controller as you gaze at the TV, watching as the two hosts mock, point and laugh at the pop-up of the Prince. A man you had never cared to wonder about, let alone even bother to know, you slowly tilt your head as your eyes study his face, the photo was taken without his knowledge you could see that, his face was solemn and deep in thought, he was looking at something to his right out of shot, yet his eyes look distant, a thousand mile stare, his black hair poking at his eyes, but not enough to hide them, a dark midnight blue, you slowly lean forward. Theres lines under his eyes, sleepless nights...eye bags...too much screen time before bed...yet he didn't have dark circles...some sort of makeup for the public... His skin is sickly pale, his lips look chapped in a contorted frown.

Your lips part as you snap out of trance as the pop-up disappears, the two hosts laughing on mute as they seem to mock you. You throw yourself back into the couch turning off the TV as you cross your arms in the silent dark living room. You think for a moment.

"Undergoing pre-psychological evaluation..." you whisper to yourself

You looked over to the only source of light in the living room, the large screen door that leds to your dying garden, you sit silently for a moment. Your mind racing.

"I want him... and I will have him."

.......................

Your hand rests on your thigh as you drool over your desk, the moonlight seeping into your office through the cracked blinds, you breathe deeply as your face presses against your keyboard your fingers twitching against the pen that hangs at your fingertips.

"Fuck!" You wince as you snap awake as the pen from your hand falls to the ground, a small sound, so faint yet it had awakened you. You breathe out as you rub your face smacking your cheeks lightly in order to snap yourself back awake.

Your eyes bore into the dark screen in front of you, your reflection startling you, you lean forward as you raise your fingers, grazing your skin. You looked horrifying, horrible so fucking ugly. You were breaking out and ashy, your eyes were dark and sunken and your lips chapped.

"No one wonder why no one wants to fucking stalk me." You pause as you absentmindedly try to make a joke: "Or fuck me" You look around forcing a smile as you bow raising your hands as you pretend you had an audience cheering for you. Your eyes wide as your lips stretch at your smile, your hands frail and cold as they smack around the air.

"Oh-hold up." You slam a hand down dramatically to the keyboard as you shake the mouse awake, your fingers pound down the oily keyboard as you click onto a youtube video, you push your hands down on the laptop cover closing it but not to the point where it turns off, you then smile brightly as you clasp your hands together as your ears burst with the sound... of applause.

"Thank you! Thank youuuuuu!" You sing bowing and waving at the crowd under the golden lights, as beautiful shining teeth smile and cheer for you, congratulating you, men in dashing Bergdorf suits and women in jimmy choo heels and Marchesa dresses laugh and applaud you, big bouncy hair cradling their faces and elegant necklaces wringing their necks, strong hands at their waists, shiny black loafers next to heels as reflective as mirrors, sashes gripping hourglass waists in big bows, hair so pullable, necks so choke-able, waists so grabbable, legs so weak, arms so frail, ankles as thin as a chickens claw, big fucking breasts for no reason, bitches built like wine glasses in little rinky dinky heels and huge fucking jewels.

You stare into the darkness of your room as you slam the laptop cover down. the assaulting audio ceasing as the sound of rain fills the bedroom. Your eyes stare into the dark corner of your bedroom. Your hands are still, your body is unmoving. Your breath is hitched.

"I.. I will have you."

A smile creeps onto your face as you push yourself away from your desk, yanking off your earbuds as you pace over to your bedroom, you stumble into your bathroom clenching the sink, you look up hesitantly at your reflection. You looked dead. A Prince wouldn't want to bring a corpse to the ball...he would to bring...a Princess...

So a Princess is what you will become.

You can see the crowd now, you can hear the applause, you can feel the bright lights, the camera flashes blinding you, the snarking the pointing the gossip, but it doesn't matter, because someone's gripping your waist, someone is holding you against his side walking you forward as a trophy, as a glamorous shining trophy, such a catch, what an accomplishment. Prince Noctis Lucis Caelum.

#noctisxreader #ffxv noctis #noctis lucis caelum #yandere #sadistic #princess kink #i wanna die

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bignutspatrol · 1 year

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aight got rid of the irls. mental illness rambling, not anything negative, just reflecting again. big talk on dissociation so avoid if thats an issue for u

idk we used to be so terrified of the whole 'integration' thing but there is something so.. calming and beautiful(?) in acting as one. we're still different in a way, but we're so blurred together that there may as well be no difference between one another. 'switches' are basically seamless at this point, though we never had too much of an issue with that. Amnesia isnt an issue, i mean theres still some memories that we cant really.. access or thinking about it brings up a mental "ARE YOU SURE YOU WANT TO DO THIS" mental prompt. but like, with no real therapy getting this far is pretty good, no? i dont think i can get too much farther on my own, but thats fine for now. i think theres one or two parts that havent been integrated, judging from gaps and things ive just kinda observed. dissociating is still kind of an issue, but its hard to tell how much of that is from mental illness and how much is from my physical shit just being really bad rn. its never for very long though, and i can snap myself out of it at this point. looking back at how i used to feel like i was.. only ever vaguely aware of things going on, voices just constantly ordering around the body like im a puppet, the fear i felt back then. felt like i was drowning in pure ass dissociation. man. shits so much better. i mean theres also the fact that we actually communicate but. its so relieving to feel like im actually in control, and to actually be in control at least at times. and also to be able to actually trust my parts now too. i still cant tell who the fuck or what the fuck i am but thats fine? i dont think it matters too much at this point. sometimes it bothers me, but like....idk man, friends say im nice n cool, so who cares. i can recognize i have some bad habits and shit, and try to work on them... and the obsession with art is pretty consistent. so is this rambling. dont think what or who i am matters much past that. we've been mostly present the last year or so and its just... its so amazing how we act when we aren't clouded in that shit. feels like a completely new person. i mean it basically is lol but. its so fucking good, i thought i was just an asshole before that but nope! just hard to care or interact with people when your mind does not exist. turns out im kinda funny and bitches like that! who fucking knew. idk when i get that driving license i think ill finally bother to get a therapist. got some things i wanna do that i can only do when i get over the whole trauma shit.

even with all that said a lot of this progress happened /after/ being single. bpds like that lol. man im so fucking glad im over the whole 'if im single i wont be able to live, i can only have a happy life if im with someone' etc shit. i get where its coming from, have that compassion, etc etc, but like... Oh man. Hindsights 20/20. turns out i fucking love myself and love being on my own. i just also love chaotic slightly-bad relationships (i have some standards. not good ones.). gotta work on that too... hah. seriously funny that i kept going on and on abt how good my relationship with [several year dude] was and then. oop. hindsight hits, turns out! probably not that great. especially in the last year. i mean he did cheat on me after leaving me in the dark for months on end so like, no shit, but. idk best not to go into detail on that one. think some ppl that know him follow here lmao. dude is fine, just a bad partner. not abusive just not a good fit for me at all. maybe i just dont understand other depressed people at all lmao? tho my depression is kinda wacky since my emotions are kinda wacky as hell. gonna absolutely have to unpack that one with a therapist. i totally get why its like that but lmaooo solving that is too hellish for me.

#personal #even vaguely thinking about those memories makes the panic surge in someone. man...#still good to poke at them every now and then though i think? hm.#who knows.#not me. im not a fuckin professional. i just do a shit ton of research and experimentation #have a lot thoughts. wanted to just write them. and this account has always kinda been a place i put it #aside form my now deleted priv twt #there was a two whole extra paragraphs and then i was like. hm. no. thats a bit too big of a bomb to drop here actually lets keep that one #actually private i think lol #no one fuckin reads these (that is so fine) and no one follows this acc (also so fine) but like. its still not private enough ykn

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bananaapplewaffle · 1 year

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Book 6 Part One: The Watchman of the Underworld

Buckle in besties, we're going for a ride.

Also beware that there are Book 7 spoilers in here because my thoughts are jumbled in here.

Awake Again | Let the Search Begin | Briefing at Night | A Swift Fight

“Am I in the clouds?”

AM I FUCKEN DEAD

Oh no just dreaming

Did I call you over

OH YEAH LITTLE BRO IS GONE

Wait a minute…

Hmmm dreams tied to these memories…

Oh damn little bro got me good

It highkey took too long to get to this conclusion.

Like 2 + 2 = 4, yes the black stones were blot accumulation.

“Exceptionally rare” he says

It is NOT his true nature

TELL’EM DEUCE

CROWLEY WATCH YOUR MOUTH

YOU ARE UPSETTING ME AND MY BESTIES

Sidenote: THE FAN IS FICING MY HEAD RN

HE WOULDN’T

Ace I’m bout to beat you up—

WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S ONLY BEEN SIX MONTHS

THERE’S THE FRIENDSHIP MUSIC

WHAT IS THIS KINGDOM HEARTS

It’s not but my fic is!

I want to go find my little brother

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HE DIDIN’T MEAN TOO

IT WASN’T HIM IT WAS THE DARKNESS

…

Oh my god this fucks with my whole timeline what do you mean Book 5 and Book 6 basically take place at the same exact time

Like I knew this, but having a character say it to me is just uggh

I really do not believe Malleus is here.

Like I have had this feeling that this whole time he’s been OBed

And everyone is asleep due to his power

Like to be real

It could be a case of:

Yuu had to leave and he didn’t want that so this happened and everyone has just been stuck in a timeloop

Malleus knows, but he’s waiting for someone to realize and save him

ORTHO PLEASE

NON LETHAL METHODS

AKSLDJSDJSAKDL CROWLEY

That was a good read lol

Oh we got underground and secret passages?

BABY BOY

OH SHIT HE’S FUCKED UP

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I WANT TO SEE HIM NOW

Post-Mortem for SDC | Taking Responsibility | A Performance Fee

And here’s where I lose my shit

Because we’re about to go from worried sick to

“Yeah no I can talk” cannot actual talk and is avoiding something

IT’S BEEN A FEW DAYS

NAH NAH NAH

A FEW DAYS

I’D BE ON THE VERGE OF A BREAKDOWN

IS GRIM OKAY

“Beytraying your trust” he says

You literally tried to kill someone

Almost killed us and the innocent bystanders

And oh yeah

TRIED TO FRAME EPEL’S FAMILY FOR IT ALL

BITCH YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS

Also let’s be real, you didn’t do that because you realized we would lose

You did it because you had the opportune chance to do so

Like fuck apologing to this group as a whole

Your first apology needs to go to fucking Epel

And fuck if it weren’t for Jamil and his UM as well as Malleus shit would have been big fucked

I mean the shit was highkey rigged let’s be real

The dwarves being cute is what sold the audience

Like regardless of this being a one vote win

It is not the same as Sans v Reigen

Rook was not Mob

Chile lemme gon head and stretch my legs before getting back to these BOLOS (if you know you know)

Alright y’all back to these Bolos

And yes, I did lock all the windows.

Jamil speaking from experience

Unless their hard work was to in fact bumble around on stage

Then ion get it

GIRL THAT IS IN THE PAST

GIRL NOT US GETTING NEIGE’S SOB STORY FROM THE MFKER WHO TRIED TO KILL HIM

GIRL I GOTTA GO

…that’s stupid.

Just because he’s seen hardships does not mean that you should give in and hand over victory

That’s honestly a slap in the face

God I hate the name NCR Tribe

I’m changing that in the fic

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Aw you got Epel riled up now

KALIM REALLY SAID “THIS IS TRULY THE GHETTO”

Believe me it was worse when we got here

Okay so in the end we got 30,000 Mandol/Thadmarks

LET ME GET MY MFKEN MOUSEKETOOL

Alright time to take another break before shit hits the fan

Current Thoughts: The fan is ficing, and I am becoming less upset about this convo, as long as I keep it in the fic’s universe lol

A Sudden Entry | Alarming Abductions | Emergency Instructions | A Suspect Bargain | Aggressive Invitation

YOU GOT MY COUNTRY BOY GOIN COUNTRY

WHAT THE FUCK

GIRL

I KNOW THAT AIN’T MY MFKEN HOUSE

THE FAN FIS FICING

MY HOUSE

OH LAWD THEY’RE HERE

Wait are these actual people and not just robots?

LOOK AT THEIR LITTLE CHIBI MODELS

They have fucking oars

Okay…they’re kinda doing damage

Girl not another battle

Side Note: Mini Waffle is staring at me very intently

MY FUCKEN HOUSE

BABY

BABY BROTHER

WE’RE FUCKEN GOING IN ACE

Damn they’re all dead

Damn Ace is Double Dead

Call that Dimmadead

Mini Waffle is losing her shit

Please hold while I give her pets

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And now I watch as everyone else get’s fucking got

ONLY A FEW MINUTES

THEY GOT GOT GOT

Welp

TIL that Riddle’s VA is also Tanjiro Kamado (Demon Slayer) and Elan Ceres (MSG: Witch from Mercury)

I figured he was Tamjiro from the scream alone lol

This mfer set the whole grounds on fire

All that and for what

Malleus is not even on this plane of existence

OH NO ITS TIME TO GET HONEY

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I swear Leona just be knowing shit

And thus Ruggie was finally made Vice Housewarden

And then these two

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What kinda shit

Y’all need him there to do the shit

But y’all can’t tell him where his parents are

Girl they out there with Malleus

On another plane of existence

And finally you, Cfrowley

Gather the Housewardens he says

Did you mean Kalim?

And by extension Lilia because we already know Malleus is nowhere to be found

Sharing Information | A Packed Flight | Uncertain Plight

Oh shit he’s actually here for once

Probably not for long tho

And here’s Lilia also just knowing shit

Makes sense I guess

Sebek’s bout to fucking cry

They really said here’s the rest of the cast sans the freshmen

Oh shit here comes the exposition

WAIT

I WAS HERE???

Mfken Idia

Riddle please

THREE HOURS??

Could not be me

They would have to knock me out good

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Them: How does Leona know so much??

Leona: Don’t worry about it

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GIRL WE IN THE DARKNESS

So y’all bitches went to therapy is that what you’re saying

I’m gonna beat this game’s ass

Azul that is not what you should be worrying about here

Tbh y’all

Wish they put his hair up in a ponytail

And that’s all for me rn

Grudging Compliance | Historical Guidance | Lupine Reliance | An Abrupt Collision

Riddle please

WELL

Idia: I’m the BOSS

Me, immediately: “i’M tHe BoSs”

The Age of Who

…

Lilia: “There is no shortage of historical narratives that have been twisted to suit someone’s agenda.”

And then my responses are:

Twisting historical narratives, huh…

(For some reason, I’ve got butterflies in my stomach.)

Interesting…

Rook is not fucking pleased

Something the fuck is up

Highkey him being so suspicious really makes me believe that he does has some kind of Fae origin

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I got fucked up, Jack.

Don’t worry tho :)

Please note: The fic is fanning and I am taking mental notes that I will soon forget.

Anyway, MC is def wound tight.

“I don’t give a fuck about me! I’m more upset about Ace and Deuce still being unconscious. The Overblot victims are gone and Grim! I haven’t talked to him in a week now, and when I seen him he was in that fucking cage!”

Bitch do I look perfectly fine

Do I?

On the last day?

Yeah fuck it

IS IT BECAUSE I’M BLACK, CREWEL?

SKSKSKSKSKSKSKSK

That is a joke for those who can not read the tone.

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Girl it really was because I’m black

WAKE THE FUCK UP BESITES

WE GOTTA GO SAVE THE WORLD

Well, not yet but soon, but now

Deuce did not help my fucked up roof

Oh god

The country is coming out y’all

Jack you got to be talking to Epel here

Cuz I literally cannot do SHIT in this world

Funny that they sent me to Pomefiore knowing good and well Heartslabyul is the correct choice.

But plot reasons ig

A Rash Decision | In Hot Pursuit Defiant Dispute | A Heartfelt Salute

Rook what is the real reason

I feel like

Epel’s VA is struggling to be angry

Like one wrong move and the voice is shot

For what reason did we flashback to Mickey

Like, “His Majesty gave me permission, let’s fucking go!”

They really want me to make moves while I am literally the deadest weight but okay

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What the fuck, Epel

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This mfker said

“Your friends truly are your power.”

Ignorance is bliss

We fuckin hungry dawg

Shout out to reusing Camp Vargas Assets

Time to learn about Rook’s UM

NEXT TIME ON DRAGON BALL Z KAI

Planning a Route | A Helpful Presentation | Overblot Explanation

For what reason did we have to do that little animation

Girl that coulda been an email

What Disney thing is this villa transporter thing from

Wait wait wait wait

HE’S GOT TO BE RICH

Back to the boys

Vil is not please with the attire

Oh girl no

We are not about to go through each of them

Oh Honey is pissed

Oh girl a video

I’m already not paying attention

I had to kinda pay attention because I couldn’t pause it :(

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You know good and well woulda taken that seriously

Especially with what Leona said

The bigass Not Heartless

So…Grim could actually be a fucking Phantom…

Alright

YOU KNOW

HIM EATTING THE FUCKING BLOT STONES MAKES A LOT TO SENSE

SO THAT BRINGS ME BACK TO THE WHOLE

WHO’S FUCKING RIBBON IS THAT ACTUALLY

They really said

“Here you go, Alie! Some info to use for your Grimsonas!”

WAIT

BROOOOOO

WHAT IF GRIM WAS YUU’S PHANTOM

AND THE REASON WHY YUU HAS NO MAGIC IS BECAUSE GRIM “ATE” IT ALL

AND THAT’S WHY HE WOKE UP ALONE WITH THAT RIBBON

BECAUSE THAT WAS YUU’S

AND THAT’S WHY HE WANTED TO GO TO NRC

BECAUSE THAT’S WHERE YUU WAS

So who the fuck is the snitch…

Is it fucking Crowley

Is he the fucking snitch

Contract Negotiation | VR Simulation | Virtual Aggression | Analysis Session

Oh lawd here comes Azul

Oh lawd here comes his specialty

Reading contracts

I mean Leona I feel like you could scrap no magic, but that armored guard is in the room

And Ortho

Who will fucking kill you

Leona ain’t reading shit

I feel like Jamil is skimming

Because there are three people at the table who will read the whole thing top to bottom and say something if it needs to be said

…

At the end of Black History Month…

Separate the whites from the colors…

This is a joke.

…

Is this not just COM

I just barely won that wtf

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What the hell

Vil what the fuck

How did y’all bitches just forget that y’all are in a simulation

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So Riddle’s a glass house

Whew Azul is not suited for Mage role

Kinda more so what they have Tidus run in the beginning on regular sphere grid (Using this as an example because I’m currently playing through FFXHD)

Hmmmm Vil’s is interesting

Mutual Concern | An Expected Turn | Data to Discern

I wonder how Leona and Jamil’s results are gonna look like

WHEW IF I DIDN’T KILL ORTHO ON THAT TURN I WOULDA BEEN DEAD MESELF

SKKSKSSKSK

AND THAT’S WHY LEONA SAID NOTHING AND JAMIL APOLOGIZED

Hold on, I must remind myself who is Honey

ALHAITHAM?? (ion even have my dub on JP lol)

IRA KINGDOM HEARTS????

CYRUS ALBRIGHT???

BARBIE IN THE PINK SHOES????

I GOTTA GOOOOOOOOOOO

God you really gotta be making the correct choices on this

Not even a match up is enough, you gotta be getting weaknesses

…Oops let’s run that one again

There we go

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Okay time for the results!

Listen

Jamil is Kalim’s retainer

Enough said there

That’s my Honey!

That’s Jamil for you!

Like tbh Idia

Yeah if this game was an RPG, I’d fucking play it

Hello?

River of what?

HELLO???

I’m sorry— what in the Naminé Kingdom Hearts did you just say to me?

All Alone | Waters Unknown | Attack in the Base | A Mysterious Case

I’m coming for you lil bro!

IT’S OKAY YOU DIDN’T KNOW BABY BOY

YES YOU ARE

I’M COMING TO GET YOU

I’m deadass about to start crying

GRIM

STOP

IF YOU CRY, I CRY

Who the fuck are your siblings

Also if the clan is really all that big

My Rook, Trey, Sebek cousin’s crack theory may be onto something lol

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WHAT THE FUCK WHY ARE THERE 5 OF THEM

Oh wait there’s five of me

Nevermind

I wonder…

Oh okay

I thought they would count it as a loss if I won the battle

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Now y’all know good and well I woulda went down like

“They fucken got me”

…GIRL WHY IS THE OCEAN SCREAMING

GOT MY ASS

GIRL

IM BOUT TO GO SEE MICHEAL

AT A TIME LIKE THIS???

Oh girl I’m seeing Meg

Olympus but underwater

Cool

A Mind Boggling Story | Uncharted Territory | A Sense of Satisfaction

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Me and the boys looking for classmates”

NO IDIA WE’RE LOOKING FOR

BEANS

We truly are on some goofy games here

I just wanna see Grim

Okay don’t knock on the power of friendship Idia

That’s how Sora fucked up Xigbar

Or should I call him by his actual name

Oh?

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT

I WANT ONE NOW

So the Island of Woe and Kingdom of Heroes are connected

…

Tied to the darkness

Hello?

There are what?

HELLO?????

Y’ALL BITCHES ARE JUST DROPPING IT HERE

Rook was ready to commit kill

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Rook really like

“I wasn’t being a good enough stan. I need to be more toxic!”

Is Kingdom Hearts on the game list?

DON’T BULLY HIM

YOU KNOW

WHAT IF

WHAT IF CROWLEY WAS CALLING GRIM OUR FAMILIAR FROM THE START

BECAUSE HE ACTUALLY WAS OUR FAMILIAR

ONCE UPON A TIME

ONCE UPON A DREAM MAYHAPS

A State of Inaction | Extra Demands | Impromptu Plans

HUH

A THOUSAND YEARS YOU SAY

AS IF

I DON’T KNOW

A MFKER WHO COULD PUT PEOPLE TO SLEEP FOR A THOUSAND YEARS COULD CAST IT

HUH

It’s probably a Blessing then…

Huh so the Titans were the OG titans

Sidenote: Crazy how this and KH is like

“OLYMPUS IS VERY IMPORTANT”

Mfker didn’t even show up in DDD but you best believe the ost did

One song, one scene

…oh

That’s why Idia is like this

…

What happened to Ortho when you left…

Don’t worry, Idia.

People die and Yuna dances.

Oh god here they go

He looks so fucking tired

What’s Elysium?

Oop

Who dat?

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THAT’S JUST FUCKING CUBES

ITS JUST KINGDOM HEARTS

God if you’re not already a fan of Kingdom Hearts, you really should get on that

10,000?????

…

So some of them have been in containment for over 1,000 years but haven’t faded at all, huh?

This mfker is already asleep

Its fine if the baby suggests it

Anyway! I’m all caught!

I’ll see you all at the end of March!

CUZ AS I WAS DOING THIS THEY FUCKING DROPPED THE MARCH LIST

FUCKING LEONA TSUM TSUM BEFORE FAIRY GALA LEONA

IM GONNA DIE

AND THEN BOOK 6 AT THE END OF MARCH

I STILL HAVE TO DEAL WITH GENSHIN 3.5 WHICH UPDATED TODAY

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

#waffle plays #waffle plays twst #twst book 6 #twst the watchmen of the underworld

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Hello luv💕

I really enjoy your stories, they just really brighten up my day! (even the angsty ones) may I request a oneshot version of zhongli being the only one who recognized God! Reader? Like,,, he found her all bruised up running away from Mondstadt/Inazuma and long story short, they end up together cuz wHo wOulDnT lOvE hIm 😩😩 imagine zhongli showing her his horns and tail and reader is so enamored with them and all. Sorry I think I'm having a zhongli brainrot rn😔

THIS IDEA IS SO GOOD ANON <3 I love it!!! Zhongli brainrot is big and I am affected by it too- sure, he can be nice to write as being cruel at times, but soft, gentle and loving Zhongli is alo *chefs kiss* I hope you like it!!! cw: mention of injuries, cult like behaviour length: 3,1 k

The dragon, the knight, the lover

The winds and storms around Inazuma had apparently been getting worse. The harsh, angry winds whirring remnants of lightning with them carried over even the seas, creating an electric feel within Liyue. Zhongli was no longer officially the archon of Geo, but his concern for Liyue would never cease nonetheless.

He had heard whispers of a criminal - a godless villain who dared to wear the face of the creator of Teyvat. From what he knew, said imposter was found in Inazuma, and expectedly, it caused quite a stir within the closed off nation.

An official hunt for the imposter had been set in place by the archon of Electro - Zhongli figured he might have done the same were he in her situation. He was baffled by how someone would even have the abilities or boldness to mimic the face of his beloved God.

The streets of Liyue were beautiful at night, lanterns casting a warm glow upon the streets, flickering off of the waves crashing against the shore of the harbor. Zhongli quite enjoyed an occasional walk along the shore at nighttime, when all other life was long asleep and it was only him, his slumbering city, and his thoughts.

The song of the sea was usually soothing, a gentle hum as it made contact with land and as waves played with each other, rocking the boats in the dock upon doing so.

This night, however, was different. The waves were more restless and dark clouds hid the golden moon and stars from view. The winds were picking up speed, an angry vengeance simmering within them as they thrashed around, hurling waves against the rocks of the shoreline. Zhongli’s brows furrowed at the sight. His long strands of hair were tousled by the winds but he paid it no mind, instead slowly approaching the rebellious shore.

As he slowly approached, the seas seemed to calm a little. Clouds above parted, allowing a single cold ray of light from the moon to illuminate the waters.

The sight Zhongli saw shook him to the core.

Upon a worn piece of shattered wood, a figure lay, clothes drenched and torn and their hair a soaking, tangled mess.

Reacting quickly, he tossed off his coat, rushing into the cold waters to attempt to save the mysterious figure, his heart rate picking up. There was no chance he could allow someone to drown in his very own harbor.

He ignored the cool water seeping through his fine clothes and waded closer, eventually breaking out into a swim, thankful for the moonlight that shone upon the figure almost like a spotlight, guiding his way through the dark waters.

Once close enough, he pulled the limp figure of the person close, a determined frown settling onto his face as he dragged it back to the shore, slightly out of breath as he finally rested the body on top of the rocky beach and sat beside them, taking a moment to regain his strength.

Finally, he turned his attention back to the figure - to you. Despite the darkness of the night, there was a strange familiarity in your features, a familiar pull towards you as he moved closer.

But now was not the time to ponder over it. You were shivering like a leaf in the wind, still unconscious and clearly injured, though Zhongli couldn’t tell to what extent in the darkness of the night.

So, he acted quickly, sweeping up your weakened form and hurrying towards his current abode in the city, thankful for the empty streets with no one to question him about the curious position he’d so suddenly found himself in.

With no time to waste, he stepped into his living quarters, gently laying your body down upon the plush divan in the dark room, before wiping his brow and turning to light up the lanterns quietly. He ignored the droplets of water hitting his hardwood floor and moved to shrug off his drenched outer layers. When a warm, dim light finally illuminated the room, his heart almost stopped. A diluted liquid gold covered his strong hands, shimmering weakly under the lights of the room.

His heart dropping, he whipped around to face your unconscious figure, only to fall to his knees.

There, on his sofa, laid the broken, bleeding figure of his very Creator. The one he worshipped above all else, trembling still from the cold seeped into their bones from the rough waters of the unforgiving seas.

His breath hitched, feeling crushed under a sea of emotions - crushed as the many he had slayed during his thousands of years, hurling pillars at them as the almighty god Morax.

Now, he was just Zhongli - weak before the wounded body of his god. With shaky hands, he approached his beloved Creator, his vision blurring as he eyed every bruise and scrape visible on their once perfect face. He took in the sight of their disheveled clothes, dripping with the salty waters of the sea - stained with dirt and golden nectar from his God’s veins.

He thought himself a sinner, as he carefully peeled away the layers, trying to keep his gaze from wandering too much, focusing only on the wounds.

The wounds.

Oh.

The wounds.

Deep gashes and surface level scrapes, blotches of blues and purples. It’s a painting of pain and suffering.

Zhongli felt an anger long forgotten and suppressed begin to rise in the pit of his stomach, a burning sensation tearing up his insides ravenously as he thought of anyone daring to harm the Creator.

His beloved creator.

But now was not the time for revenge.

That would come later.

For now, he needed to act quickly - to heal his God. His hands shook, the sharp talons threatening to tear out from them - he took deep breaths to calm himself, desperate to keep himself from any activity that might accidentally mar your skin some more.

It took a long time, but with his millennias of knowledge, he was able to clean and bandage you up to the best of his abilities. He would find the best doctors in Liyue to aid you once you awoke - for now, he just wanted to revel in your divine presence, to stay by your side in guard. To fight off anything that may wish to seek out to harm you.

He pressed his forehead against the edge of the sofa, taking in deep breaths - breathing the same air as his wonderful, kind, beautiful god. He cared not for the dampness of his clothes, all that mattered was that you were safe and as comfortable as you could be - so he darted into his bedroom, lighting the fire in the fireplace and setting his warmest covers onto the bed, before returning to you and gently - as though carrying glass - he moved you there.

Now, he could allow himself to kneel on the floor beside you and wait. He was a patient man - but seeing and sensing you did not make it easy. His lips moved in silent prayer all night, his body still as the stone he commanded so masterfully. He would protect you til his very last breath.

You awoke to something you hadn’t felt in a time far too long for your liking.

Warmth.

The air around you was so warm, carrying hints of a spicy, yet floral scent - notes of wood and honey lingering within it. You sunk further into the divinely soft bed beneath you, keeping your eyes closed. You refused to let go of this wonderful, cozy dream just yet - only to be faced with bitter disappointment upon waking up hiding in some cave yet again.

“Your grace?” a smooth voice, silky like honey, yet deep and mature - catches you off guard. Your eyes snap open, feeling the panic rising in your chest.

“Good morning,” the voice speaks again, gentle and soft, even sounding concerned.

Were you still dreaming?

You slowly wake up, finding yourself in a traditional Liyue-styled room, soft light of the morning sun peeking in through the paneled windows and illuminating it. Shelves filled to the brim with ancient books line the walls - a small sandwood desk and chair in one corner with organized piles of papers upon it.

Finally, you turn to face the other person in the room.

It was Zhongli - the geo archon himself - albeit wearing only an ivory dress shirt and dark dress pants. Upon a closer look, you notice the disheveled look of his hair and the dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Zhongli…?” you ask carefully, your voice quivering ever so slightly. If he was anything like the other two archons you’d faced - you should be running by now.

He smiles, sinking to his knees before the bed you were sat upon, an adoring devotion in his rich honey-colored eyes that seemed to have time to focus on you, and you alone.

“How did you sleep, your grace?” he asked, his brows furrowing slightly in concern over your wellbeing.

“Better than I have in a long time,” you admitted, not failing to notice the flicker of anger in the man’s eyes.

“Do you have me mixed up with someone else, perhaps?” you ask sheepishly, recalling what he’d referred to you as earlier.

“How could I ever fail to recognize the Creator - my one true master?” he asked, standing up once again.

“The creator?” you mumbled to yourself more than anything, “the one I got chased out of Inazuma for supposedly impersonating?”

Zhongli froze in his spot, his eyes focused on yours for a moment, before sliding to the bandages covering your body.

“Impersonating?” he asked, his voice unreadable, but judging by the golden glow beginning to emit from his eyes, he was not pleased.

“I promise, I’m not trying to impersonate anyone!” you whimpered, covering your face with your arms instinctively.

Noticing your sudden fear, his breath hitched and he walked briskly towards the bed again, his brows furrowed, but the glow gone from his eyes.

“I know that, your grace. Why would you need to impersonate yourself?”

You stared at him in shock.

“What do you- I’m no creator - I mean look at me! I’m just…me,” your voice fell at the end, a bitter sadness seeping into your thoughts,

“Your grace!” It was his turn to be shocked now, as he rushed to kneel before you.

“Of course you’re the creator! You look just like them - and your body weeps rivers of gold when you’re hurt. You have the aura that I have only ever distantly felt while being your vessel - there is no doubt about it!”

You frowned, slowly processing his words. Your hands slowly slipped to the bandages on your wounds, lifting them up expecting to see the dark brown remains of dried blood, only to be met with pure, glittering gold coating your injuries.

“I…how?” you whispered to yourself, feeling so confused and lost all of a sudden.

“Your grace,” Zhongli spoke quietly, calmly, as he hesitantly stroked the back of your hand.

“I fear you may have lost memories of who you truly are in your current form…but that’s not a problem for now.”

His fingers slowly slid off of your hand, and you could not help but miss the feeling of them upon your skin.

“Who did this to you?” Zhongli suddenly asked, sounding stricter as he referred to the many injuries covering your body.

“W-well the people of Inazuma…the Shogun…most people there were after my head,” you admitted, trying to sound casual, but Zhongli was quick to notice the faint bitterness and anger behind your words. Bitterness at being not recognized. Anger at being treated so unjustly.

“I will strike them down. All of Inazuma.” he stated, a fierce fury burning in his eyes. You looked shocked.

“Wait! No!” you scrambled out of bed, not caring about being barely clothed. Zhongli was already summoning his polearm, when you gripped his arm tight. He froze on the spot, not daring to face you.

“Zhongli…” you whispered, sensing his sudden anxiety.

“I would rather not have you see me in this form,” he spoke quietly, turning his back on you and allowing the polearm to clatter to the floor. You couldn’t help but feel a tug of pain pulling at your heartstrings when you heard him.

“No - Zhongli, you’re…my hero!” you tried to come up with words that did not sound too silly and would strike a cord within the man.

“I would be quite a cruel creator if I didn’t appreciate my creations in all their forms,” you chuckled, playing into the idea of being this strange Creator - just this once.

He turned around hesitantly, before slowly sliding off his shirt, keeping his eyes downcast. You watched in awe, seeing the golden lines running through his darker arms, ending in long, sharp talons. You admired them in silence, your eyes trailing up to his disheveled hair, from which two sharp, curved horns peeked out, shimmering like his talons, coated in an amber hue.

Not thinking about it, much too fascinated by this form you’d never seen of your beloved character, you reached out to stroke his horns. His eyes dashed frantically to meet yours, a faint blush upon his usually composed face.

“They’re beautiful,” you whispered softly, your expression melting from curiosity into admiration.

He was silent for a moment.

“You think so, your grace?” he asked hesitantly, gluing his gaze back to the floor once more.

You nodded, smiling gently.

“Why would you want to hide this from me?”

He inhaled sharply.

“I…this is my form as Morax, destroyer of gods,” he admitted, straightening his back in an attempt to look more composed.

“I didn’t think you’d approve of the form that has destroyed so much.”

You bit your lip.

“Well, no matter its history, I quite like it,” you reassured him, carefully taking his hand in yours, brushing your soft fingers across his talons.

“I…I have a tail too.”

You perk up, managing to let out an airy laugh despite your injuries.

“I would love to see it - if you’re comfortable with it, of course!”

He smiled, bowing his head. “For you, your grace, I’d do anything.” With a snap of his fingers, a long, scaled tail appeared behind him, swaying majestically.

You smile in awe.

“This form looks very graceful,” you mutter, fascinated by his dragon-like features. You supposed it made sense - he was a dragon, after all.

His breath hitched at your words. His Creator could see beauty in the ugliest parts of him - the parts of him that had blood on their hands and destruction beneath its feet.

“Thank you, your grace,” he replied quietly, a content warmth spreading in his chest. If there was a way he could admire you more than he did before, he supposed it had happened now.

For that day, the destruction of Inazuma was called off.

Time passed, your wounds were healed mostly, leaving golden scars in their place and more scars under the surface, ones that would take much longer to heal. Zhongli had made sure you would be accepted as the Creator in Liyue, and soon enough you were wearing the most beautiful clothing tailored for you, in a palace built in your name, and able to have access to anything you might have desired.

Through all this, Zhongli stood by your side as your loyal acolyte, bravely showing off his less human form now - partly as a reminder for anyone with ill intentions, and partly since…you had liked even those parts of himself. Oftentimes, when the two of you were alone, you would stroke his horns or tail and occasionally make a comment about the beauty of them. In a way, Zhongli began to see the beauty of them too - they pleased you - and seeing you smile was the most beautiful sight the archon could ever imagine.

Of course, word spread fast, and apologies arrived in hordes - gifts from all that had wronged you, invitations to visit Inazuma or Mondstadt. It angered Zhongli - that they thought they could so easily try to win the honor of your forgiveness with a few foolish letters and gifts.

“Your grace, do you hold no malice towards those that harmed you, at all?” he had questioned one day.

You’d turned to look at him, the window you were standing by casting a heavenly glow behind your figure.

“Of course I do,” you replied, a sad smile on your face as your gaze trailed to the sky above, watching the golden hues of the setting sun paint beautiful streaks upon it.

“Then I would gladly punish them for you,” he fell to one knee, ready to be your dragon, your knight - anything you needed of him.

“There’s no need,” you replied gently, walking closer to him, your golden robes encrusted with cor lapis and amber flowing behind you. You kneeled before him, a gentle smile on your face as you stroked the side of his face.

“Living with the knowledge of their deeds will be punishment enough, Zhongli.”

God, he lived to hear your voice, lived to hear it utter his name so gently.

“Zhongli, I don’t care for their apologies or invitations - I care for you,” you confessed quietly, leaving a stunned silence hanging above them for a moment as Zhongli’s mind went blank.

“I…I’m honored to hear you think so highly of me,” he attempted to reply in a composed manner.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” you asked, eyes filled with determination as they met his.

Once again, you left him stunned.

“I don’t want you to say yes out of obligation before your Creator - I would only wish to hear you say yes if you truly, earnestly wanted this,” you added, your cheeks covered with a pink glow that made you look oh so radiant in the golden light.

“Yes,” he whispered, feeling tears well up in his eyes. “Yes, would always be my answer. I live and breathe for you, your Grace. I adore you more than anything else in the world. That you would think me worthy of such an honor-”

You smiled and cut off his rambling by pressing your lips against his in a chaste, gentle peck.

“I adore you too, Zhongli. And I owe you my eternal gratitude for saving my life.” Your gentle hand intertwined with his clawed hand that had seen much blood upon it, embracing every part of him, accepting him just as he is.

“I love you, Zhongli,” you whispered, resting your face in the crook of his neck as he slowly, carefully, wrapped his arms around your figure.

“I love you too, your grace,” he whispered, barely breathing as he felt your wonderful, loving aura envelop him.

He would be your dragon, your knight - even your consort should you so desire. He worshipped you with all his being, and you adored him in return.

There was no greater joy in the world than that for the archon.

#genshin impact #genshin #sagau #genshin sagau #genshin cult au #genshin x reader #sagau villain au #genshin x you #yandere genshin #yandere zhongli #zhongli x reader #morax x reader #request #fic

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peakyblindersxx · 3 years

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come home with me - finn shelby x reader

a/n: you have @michaelgreys to thank for this one (& the gif!!! check her out she's amazing). s5 finn cause god damn!!1 i honestly dont have much to say about this one other than it's definitely self indulgent and not even god can help me at this point. i'm working on p4 to whiskey buisness rn as well as some requests, thank you for all the sweet comments!!

love, abi xxx

my masterlist

prompt: finn hates you so much he might want to fuck you.

warnings: nsfw!! smut, pretty fluffy cause he's baby 🥺

Working for the Shelby Company wasn’t difficult, except for one thing: Finn Shelby. You were one of the many secretaries, in charge of conveying messages, filing papers, and many other important things, such as making sure the glass decanter of whiskey sitting on the bar cart in Tommy’s office was never empty. It wasn’t a very taxing job, but Finn went out of his way to get under your skin in every way he could. Maybe it was the fact that you wouldn’t back down, having a quick retort to anything close to disrespectful that he said to you. The other brothers never said a thing to intervene, Arthur even telling you he was glad you had a backbone.

“Finn’s a cocky thing, eh? Too cocky for his own good. A girl like you’ll put ‘im in his place,” he had slurred, while you collected the letters he’d asked you to mail.

“Dunno, Mr. Shelby,” you’d mused. “Seems like he’s got some sort of problem with me.”

“Don’t even bother with that, he’s just an arrogant fuck. Probably got some sort of crush on you an’ is too shy to do shit about it. You know, first time he fucked a whore, he said sorry,” Arthur grunted. You’d chalked up his admissions to the half empty bottle of whiskey that he was clutching and the light dusting of snow on his right nostril. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder if the looks Finn shot your way, though seemingly out of irritation, meant something more. You couldn’t lie, you’d thought about what it’d be like to feel the youngest Shelby brother’s bow-shaped lips on your neck, his hands on your waist. It couldn’t be true, you resolved; Arthur was just wasted and you were delusional.

Monday came, and Tommy had asked you to work in the betting shop for the next few weeks. “Make sure Finn’s not fucking up,” he had grunted, taking a long drag of his cigarette, clear blue eyes barely leaving the stacks of paper that littered his massive desk. Of course you’d agreed, but you were nervous. Something about it made your heart beat faster in your chest. You took a shot of whiskey before you left, hoping the dark liquor would help calm your nerves. Isaiah insisted on accompanying you, telling you there were too many people that didn’t like them around there and to make sure someone was always with you for the next few weeks. You were grateful for his presence, the jokes he cracked easing your mind as the two of you walked briskly along the cobblestone streets. It didn’t take long to get there, Isaiah holding the door open for you as the warm air inside the betting office washed over you. Finn turned to see who it was, a scowl tugging at the edges of his mouth once he saw you.

“Why the fuck is she here,” he drawled, sitting at his desk with his feet up, a half-finished cigarette dangling from his fingertips. As much as you hated to admit it, he looked fucking good, hair neatly combed back, smelling of expensive cologne in a pressed navy blue suit. He was tall, legs stretching across the desk as he sent a glare in your direction, you rolling your eyes in response.

“Tommy said,” Isaiah interjected, sensing the tension in the air. “He said you said you needed more help, or somethin’.”

“Fuckin’ christ,” Finn mumbled, taking a drag from his cigarette before putting it out on the crystal ashtray that sat on his desk, standing to grab a stack of books from one of the shelves behind him.

“Jesus, it’s like I’m the fucking plauge or something,” you retorted, Isaiah stifling his chuckle as he looked anywhere but at the two of you. Finn ignored you, instead setting the pile of books on his desk.

“Come look at this, before I change my mind,” he said, instead. You obliged, walking behind his desk to see what he was gesturing to as Isaiah excused himself, something about “gettin’ fucking plastered, mate!” Finn was easily a head taller than you, so he practically towered over you, engulfing you in a cloud of his intoxicating cologne as you stood so close to him that you could practically feel the heat emanating from his body.

“So, these are the bets, and those are the outcomes,” he explained, arm brushing against your body slightly as he pointed to the different columns written out in the log. To your chagrin, your skin prickled in response, your body unable to control itself. Yet, you pushed it down, not wanting to give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that you wanted him. God knows he’d hold it against you forever. What he was explaining was simple enough, and you were able to grasp it fairly quickly. He was all business, handing you the logs he needed you to double check, as you sank into the desk adjacent to his, pouring over the books and coming to him to confirm small corrections.

However, after a couple of drinks of whiskey (some of which you admittedly consumed), Finn started talking. Small things, like how irritating Tommy was or how much they’d made off a certain horse. He’d never opened up to you like this; it was always a snide remark that usually set off an argument, since the two of you were fairly hot-headed. This time, it was different. Finn was still looking at you, but with slightly rosy cheeks and a smile threatening to spread across his face every time you made a witty remark. This time, you liked the way he was looking at you.

***

Two thirds of a bottle later, you were both on the floor in front of the fire, laughing at something Finn had said. Admittedly, he had said it just to see you laugh. He liked when you laughed, he realized. It was much better than the irritated look on your face that he usually saw. In all honesty, it was probably his fault, he thought to himself. Maybe it was the whiskey talking, but he really wanted to see you smile for the rest of his life. You sat next to him, shoulders brushing as the two of you talked, your jacket long abandoned, revealing the flimsy straps of the black lace dress. You looked so fucking pretty, he couldn’t help himself.

“You’re fucking beautiful, you know that, right? Always wondered why you hung ‘round us lot, bunch of mean fuckers.” The words fell out of his mouth, hovering in the air between the two of you. You stared at him, slightly taken aback, but the liquor was doing the talking for both of you, it seemed.

“Look who’s fucking talking. Half the girls in Brum would gladly fuck you, even just for a night.”

Finn paused, lighting a cigarette and offering you a drag.“What about you?”

You accepted, taking a puff before passing it back. “What about me?”

He cracked a grin. “Would you fuck me?”

His bluntness took you aback, but you were too far gone to think properly. “Maybe,” you admitted, a coy smile playing at your lips. Finn’s eyes darkened, closing the distance between the two of you until his body was almost touching yours, the tension between you crackling like the fire just a few feet away.

“What about now?” he muttered, lips brushing ever so slightly against your neck, causing you to shiver. He noticed, his hands finding the curve of your hips, searing through your dress. You couldn’t help but tilt your neck back slightly, a gasp leaving your lips as Finn pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your skin.

“Finn,” you moaned quietly, the smile on his lips growing wider as his hands fiddled with the hem of your dress, fingertips sliding underneath to grip lightly at the soft skin of your thighs. “Fuckin’ do something already, christ.”

Finn grinned. “Always got a fuckin’ mouth on you, eh? You’re lucky I find that attractive,” he teased. You opened your mouth to retort, but before you could, his fingers found your silk panties, pushing them to the side to rub lightly against your clit, causing you to jolt in pleasure. You were already wet, to Finn’s satisfaction, and he had no trouble pushing a finger inside of you. The moans that were leaving your mouth were sinful, and he savored each one, watching the way you squirmed when he added another, curling them inside of you.

“Look so goddamn pretty, stuffed full of my fingers,” he crooned, sending your eyes rolling back in your head, eyelashes fluttering.

“Finn, please,” you whined, his nimble fingers deftly unzipping your dress and sliding it off, leaving you in your black silk bra and panties. Finn paused, taking a second to drink you in before pressing his lips to yours. They were softer than you could have imagined, hands gripping at your waist as he tugged at your bottom lip for access. You let him in, melting at his touch like butter.

“Want you inside me,” you mumbled against his lips, causing his muscles to stiffen as he sprang into action, pulling you on top of him, lining his already hard cock up with you. He was big, and if you weren’t already so ready for him, you might have been a little nervous. He slowly pushed inside of you, helping you sink down on top of him with one hand as he swore under his breath, using his other hand to unhook your bra, throwing it to the side and exposing your breasts to the cool air, nipples hardening at his touch.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” Finn growled, unable to resist from taking one of them into his mouth, rolling it between his teeth. The sound you made in response was pathetic, but fuck if it wasn’t fueling his appetite for you. He couldn’t help but push up into you, a tight grip on your hipbones, holding you up as he rammed into you, cock pressing up against your g-spot, sending your vision spinning.

“Fuck, Finn, m’gonna cum,” you cried, eyes sqeezed shut, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you. Finn grunted, somehow increasing his pace, pressing kisses to wherever he could.

“Go ahead darlin’, want you to cum all over my cock,” he cajoled, the words sending waves of pleasure through you. You couldn’t help but follow his orders, colors flickering across your eyesight. The image of you cumming just for him sent Finn over the edge, groaning your name as he finished inside of you, dripping down the inside of your thighs. You looked so fucking angelic in the firelight, he had the sudden urge to take care of you.

“Y’alright?” He asked, reaching for a rag to clean you up. You nodded, smiling softly down at him as he couldn’t help but press a kiss to your hipbone. He looked up at you, eyes full of adoration.

“Come home with me?” Finn murmured, hands fidgeting.

“Yeah,” you replied, a glow tinging your cheeks as you looked at him the same. “Let’s go home.”

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pairing: bakugo x fem!reader

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Eyes screwed shut in pain, you trembled above Bakugo’s cock, squeezing his biceps for balance.

“Shit, baby, you’re doing so well,” he grunted, reaching behind him to grip the headboards.

His cock twitched as he dragged his eyes over your trembling body, your thighs quivering as they straddled his hips. The head of his cock finally popped inside your unyielding walls, slick drooling from your cunt as it desperately clung to his girth.

“It hurts, Bakugo,” you whispered, tears rimming your eyes.

He choked back a groan, the bed rumbling as explosions assaulted the poor wooden board. Fuck, this was bad; he didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back. Something about watching you struggle to take his cock degraded him into his base instincts, stripping all his sanity and reason away. (He didn’t have much to begin with, anyways.)

Fuck her. Breed that fertile cunt. Fill her with your seed. Spray that cunny white. Breed her. Breed—

He shook his head, the wooden headboard crumbling underneath his tightening grip. “Baby, can you take more?” he strained out.

Biting your lips, you nodded.

Groaning, he slowly angled his hips up, pushing deeper into your cunt.

“Ah–stop, stop,” the pained whimper tore from your lips as you shuddered, curling into his chest.

“Shh, baby,” he crooned, kissing your neck with soft butterfly kisses. When he was sure his hands had cooled down, he pushed his fingers into your swollen lips. “Suck them for me.”

You obliged, running your tongue down the grooves of his skin.

With a wet smack, he pulled the slender digits from your lips and sunk them into your cunt, finding your hardened clit with ease.

“That cunny’s so wet for me,” he hissed, stroking tight circles into the pulsing bud. “Fuck, if you weren’t strangling my cock right now, I’d be eating that cunt until you were screamin’ up the cops.” He pinched your clit, earning him a surprised yelp from your lips.

“Please,” you moaned, shivering wildly, “it feels so good…”

“Shall I make you cum on my cock? Huh?” he grunted, speeding up his fingers. “Barely an inch in and already creamin’. Such a pretty cunny, so good for me,” his cock jumped when he felt you lock up, hovering over that edge of ecstasy.

With a snarl, he lurched forward to clamp his teeth into your neck.

Your gummy walls choked his cock in a vicious frenzy as you cried out in pleasure, slick dribbling from your entrance and pooling around his cock. Pleasure racked up and down your body in violent spasms, eyes rolling back and back arching in his grasp.

Bakugo hissed, the aching pleasure of your pulsing flesh almost too much for him to handle. He needed to feel more, he needed to feel his cock cramped inside your sopping cunny, needed to feel the hard kiss of your cervix against his head. “Baby, I can’t hold back, ‘m sorry, fuck, ‘m sorry—”

He jerked his hips, sheathing himself all the way inside your cunt. Ash clouded up behind him as steady streams of sparks crackled from his palms, tendons straining in his neck as he fought to keep himself still.

Twitching in pain and pleasure, you focused your gaze back on his pained expression. “Bakugo, I feel so full,” you hiccuped, tears streaming down your cheeks. “It feels so good.”

He captured your lips with a gentle kiss, desperately holding on to the last strings of his sanity. “Baby, I’m–I don’t have,” he scowled, trying to find his words, trying to tell you he was about to lose it. “Don’t, baby–”

“Want you to fill me with your cum,” you groaned out, already half lost in the pleasure.

Fuck.

Heat prickled your skin as Bakugo gripped your hips and jackhammered his cock inside your tight cunt, each brutal thrust bruising the slick walls. He was so fucking big, so fucking thick; the veined shaft grinded into all the right places, short-circuiting your nerves with rapture.

“Shit, shit, shit,” you keened, clawing at his chest, “f-feels so good! Oh god, Bakugo, I–”

Your words shriveled inside your mouth as you finally caught sight of his eyes. The piercing intellect of those red irises had blunted away completely, his gaze unfocused and hazy. “Bakugo…?” you breathed out, flinching when a snarling grin twisted his features.

“Gonna breed that cunt,” he panted as he bounced you up and down his cock, “gonna fuck a baby into that womb, gonna make you mine.” He pushed you over into a mating press, pressing your thighs into your shoulders.

You cried out as each thrust slammed into your cervix, the thick head managing to press into your g-spot at the same time. It was too much, too fucking much—the tension inside your core was almost painful, muscles aching from the drawn-out strain.

His grunts and pants tickled the shell of your ear. Bakugo crouched over your folded body, hips pounding your back into the creaking mattress. “Fill that pretty cunny with my seed,” Bakugo growled, each thrust angled to mash his head against the tight entrance to your womb.

And when the seal of tension broke, the convulsions of ecstasy had you screaming in bliss. Again and again did the whirls of euphoria drool through your bloodstream, sucking out all conscious thought from your perception.

Pleasure was a drug that had you devolving into nothing but a bundle of nerves, nothing but the continuous throbs of your cunt, milking his cock for all its worth.

It feels so good.

When you finally came down from your high, the first thing you noticed was the pool of semen leaking from your folds and soaking the mattress. A particularly hard thrust then jerked your attention back to your lover, sweat plastering his hair to his forehead and drool tracking down his chin.

You swallowed, trembling as his cock ground against your g-spot over and over again. How many times had he come already? Two, three times? Frankly, you’d lost track of time after floating through that dizzying orgasm.

“Gonna… gonna breed you,” he shuddered, the words already becoming a mantra, “need to fill you more.”

“Bakugo,” you shivered, “you’re going to o-overstim me. T-too sensitive,” a high keen erupted from your throat as you felt the familiar tension return.

No, you couldn’t come again, it was going to be too much, too fucking much. “Please, please, please, no–fuck!”

Full-body spasms shook you from your core, your vision glitching with crackles of blue and white. You were going to pass out. High-pitched ringing pounded your ears as static-filled darkness covered you, drowning everything out until all you could feel was pleasure.

“... baby… baby please… hey, hey!” A ringing slap shook you from your stupor.

“You okay?” relief flooded his features as he collapsed beside you, his hands quivering as he stroked your cheeks. “God, you scared me for a moment.”

You sighed out a breathy laugh, curling into his warm chest. “You did too, ya prick,” you grimaced playfully, feeling up your sopping cunt. “How many loads did you shoot in there? Three, four?”

“Four,” he admitted, the beginnings of a frown forming at the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry,” he pulled you into his embrace. “I lost it for a while back there. Fuck, I’m glad you’re okay.”

“Shh,” you cooed, rubbing his back. “You would never hurt me, Bakugo.”

He grunted. With a heavy sigh, he rested his chin against your head, his hands rubbing your stomach. “Sorry, it’s just–god, it’s so fucking stupid,” he sighed. “I just… fuck, I just want…” he trailed off with a huff, his eyes fluttering shut. Shitty instincts, he cursed internally.

You hummed softly, kissing his collarbone. “I understand, baby. We have time to think about it,” you clasped the hand on your stomach. “We’ll figure it out, love.”

“Yeah,” he sighed, tossing a hand over your shoulders. “Together, baby. We’ll do it together.”

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