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lunarticxenia · 1 year

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Astrology Observations #4

Hellooooo I’m back!!!!!

TW: SA mention, Ab*se mention

🌬Gemini suns are the epitome of golden retriever energy.

🌬I’ve noticed a lot of people in the psychology field or with psych degrees tend to have Cancer and/or Virgo placements in their big 6. Either that or strong 4th and 6th house energy. Makes a lot of sense. 4th house= emotions. 6th house= service for others.

🌬Cancer suns are underrated for being leaders, I’ve had so many bosses and higher-ups who have been Cancer suns.

🌬I’ve noticed that homewreckers tend to have a lot of fire/water dominance in their charts, which I think is due to their passion ruling their decisions. I’ve noticed this with cheaters as well. I also think with water placements it comes from insecurity.

🌬Cancer sun women are underrated in terms of sex appeal. My mom said the same thing too so it’s not just me tooting my own horn. Let’s think of some popular Cancer sun celebrities- Pam Anderson, Ariana Grande, Lana Del Rey, Sofia Vergara, Selena Gomez. All have sex appeal and have been sexualized a lot. Cancer sun women do get sexualized a lot. I’m realizing this as I type it. I only notice this in women though, sorry Cancer sun men LMAO. I’m a Cancer sun and I get sexualized for no gd reason.

🌬I’ve noticed that Taurus Venus and Taurus Mars people tend to go for more curvier/voluptuous women.

🌬Peak Aries moon energy is losing interest in someone because they’re not giving you enough attention.

🌬I feel like Cancer suns care a lot about politics and this quality is often overlooked.

🌬I feel like Taurus rising women+ feminine presenting people have like the ultra divine feminine energy. I think it’s because Venus rules their chart, but a lot of Taurus risings I’ve noticed are VERY feminine or have feminine qualities.

🌬Taurus risings and Sagittarius risings tend to be thick LMAO or at least very curvy.

🌬Not really an observation but other aspects in your chart can be very powerful and overshadow qualities you’re “supposed” to have. For example I have two friends who are Aries suns with Libra moons with earth rising, and they are so different. I will say both do have feminine qualities though, like personality wise and physically. Other than that though they’re very different, one is the stereotypical Aries and the other is more like a Pisces.

🌬Idk what’s been going on but I feel like I’ve been encountering so many Libra suns with Sagittarius moons. I don’t know if that’s a common combo, but I’ve been coming across a lot of them lately. (I also work with one). I’ve noticed the men with these aspects are such fuckboys, the women usually aren’t, but the men? Oof.

🌬I’ve noticed a lot of people with Bipolar disorder or BPD tend to have harsh aspects between their sun and moon. I think it’s because those are the two most personal parts of our charts and having them clash can create conflict within.

🌬I feel like a lot of prominent Sagittarius placements get tattoos or wanna get tattoos. P much every Sag placement I’ve known has tattoos or wants to get them.

🌬Libra sun women have nice asses. I SAID IT OKAY. Even if it’s not big it’s a nice shape.

🌬Libra Mars and Cancer Mars tend to have stomach issues, I feel like it’s because we bottle up our anger and it affects our bodies 😂

🌬️I feel like people with their Venus and Mars in the same sign can balance their masculine and feminine energy very well.

🌬️One Virgo placement in the big three can really make someone so anal retentive which ironic bc Virgo rules the bowels… 👀👀👀👀 Even if they’re not like that about cleaning, some aspect in their life they’re very obsessive over… however I do notice it’s cleaning for many. I live with two Virgo risings and I get screamed at for leaving a fork in the sink, y’all scare me…

🌬️Going off of that, Cancer and Libra placements get a lot of crap for being passive aggressive, but y’all need to include Virgos in there. They are so passive aggressive it’s not even funny 😂

🌬️Asteroid Medusa (149) harsh aspects to personal planets can indicate s*xual assault.

🌬️I stg 12th house synastry is so fucking hard, I feel like I see this a lot in relationships that couldn’t get off the ground or where one person is obsessed with the other. I think that makes sense since the 12th house deals with illusions, unclarity, etc. It’s such a deep connection too, when it works it works but when it doesn’t, it really hurts.

🌬️The house that your Midheaven ruling planet falls into can tell you a lot about your career. My midheaven is Virgo which makes the ruler Mercury, and my Mercury falls in my 8th house. This house deals with a lot of taboo and intensity, which makes sense because I work on an inpatient psychiatric unit. I also want to be a psychologist. So there ya go lol.

🌬️Nessus in the 1st/aspects to the 1st can indicate ab*se in the native’s life, whether it’s giving or receiving. It’s very heavy energy. It can also indicate being into some freaky ass shit in the bedroom, alot of adult actors have this in their chart.

🌬️Going off of that, Nessus aspects in a positive manner can make someone who wants to help victims of ab*se, whether they’ve been ab*sed or not themselves.

🌬️If a person has both Nessus and Dejanira in their chart, they may have been a victim of ab*se and maybe ab*sive towards others. With this played out in a more positive manner, it can make someone who was a victim of ab*se want to help other victims. ^^^

🌬️Mutable risings really are chameleons when it comes to their appearance. They can manage to make themselves look like completely different people, i.e. Lady Gaga, Kim Kardashian.

🌬️Algol 26° Taurus aspects to NN can make an individual very stoic and able to handle chaos & negative situations well.

🌬️Prominent Virgo/Mercury placements tend to pick at their skin and enjoy things like popping pimples and stuff lol.

🌬️Asteroids Messalina (545), Swindle (8690), Sirene (1009), Tantalus (2102), and Lie (26955) aspecting Mercury and/or in the 3rd house can indicate someone who’s very good at lying and manipulating others.

🌬️Asteroid Sappho (80) in women/feminine people and Asteroid Ganymed (1036) in men/masculine people having harsh aspects to NN or personal planets can indicate LGBT+ people who heavily struggle with figuring out their sexuality (more so than usual lol).

🌬️I have Asteroid Achilles (588) conjunct my North Node, and that’s the asteroid of where we’re most vulnerable and where our weaknesses are. I feel like that makes sense for me... lol. I tend to let other people tell me how to live my life, and struggle with making decisions for myself. I also have it in the 8th and I tend to struggle with my sexuality. (Kind of a part 2 to the previous bullet?) I also have it in Cancer and I have mommy issues LMAO. I guess this one’s more of a self observation...

I know this isn’t a crazy long post but it feels good to be back lol!

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charliemwrites · 4 months

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Your SpecGru fic has been in my TBR pile since it came out. Keep working through other stuff, knowing I will get there.

Then, a couple of hours ago, I saw the ask someone sent you of scruffy!Bernthal as Captain Daddy and just about clawed my way out of my own skin.

Needless to say, I have since then *inhaled* the entire series, and you can happily add my name to the pile of those voting for Bernthal/Castle as Cpt. Specifically, why the hell not do a crossover and have him actually be Frank Castle.

Can you not see him across the breakfast table from you? Worried about the spaced-out look you're getting as you struggle to avoid eye contact with any of the 141 that first morning. Gaz in particular seems desperate to catch gaze.

"You with me, babygirl?"

By the end of the week things are better- well, for you at least.

Ghost is pacing like a caged animal watching you and Captain run drills in the shootout house. The same ones that you'd begged Ghost to do with you--you were supposed to be battle buddies after all--but he'd refused every single time. Had said you needed more time on the range before you can learn tandem combat tactics.

You and your Captain move seamlessly in unison, like you'd be doing this your entire career, never even having to look at each other to know what comes next.

That evening, Captain is the first to shower and makes it back to the common room even before 141 is done cleaning. Man-spreads in the corner of the sofa everyone knows is Ghost's and puts on your favorite show (The Great British Bakeoff? A telenovela?... doesn't matter. It'll be something he knows 141 loathes).

"Come're, babygirl," he murmurs, grabbing your hips and tucking you into his side. You stretch your legs out, taking up the rest of the couch (where Johnny used to always sit).

When Nova comes in fresh from her own shower, she pushes your knees apart before flopping unceremoniously between them on her back, head resting on your stomach. A tired hand reaches up and waves a small bottle in the air; you smile and take it from her. Squeezing a few drops on your fingertips, you begin to gently work it into her braids.

"Best damn girls in the world," Captain says with possessive pride as his arm snakes under yours, thick forearm resting between your breasts so his hand can gently lay over your throat. Thumb tucking under your chin, he tilts your head back and to the side enough to lay a frankly obscene kiss on your mouth.

Price quietly stands and leaves the room.

HELLOOOOO?!?! You just - I’m just - how - holy hell???? This has been driving me to distraction all DAY. I’ve read it three times. The inclusion of gifs? Impeccable. I’m just, phew blown away. I still have no idea what to say and absolutely zero intelligent addition because I’m just 👁️👄👁️

W O W

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graciegoeskrazy · 19 days

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somebody else

george daniel + xcx!stepdaughter!teen!reader

(ft charli, gabbriette, and matty!)

warnings: cursing, daddy issues, bio dad comes back, king george, charli is a queen

a/n: ty anon who requested this and dug an old idea out of the trash lmao. hope u enjoy! i’m really proud of this one actually tehehe.

“Y/n, what time do you get out of practice today?” George asked, packing your lunch.

You stared at your phone with a blank expression, reading the texts you had received through the night.

“Y/n?” George called again when there was no response. “Hellooooo? Earth to y/n??” George teased.

Your head snapped up and your eyes widened in realization. “Sorry, I, uh- I get out at 5:30,” You tried to play it off with a laugh, immediately looking back down the texts.

“You okay?” George sensed something was off.

“Yeah, fine. Got to go,” You stood from the bar stool and grabbed your things, including the luch george had packed that was lying on the counter. You brushed it off quickly, trying to evade further questions.

“Wait a minute- what was that?” George persisted, concerned.

“Nothing, George! I’m fine, I got to go to school,” You placed a kiss on his cheek, standing on your tip toes, before you turned to your mom who was walking in from the bedroom she and George shared. “Bye, mom!” You said, rushing out the door.

“Bye, darling,” Charli said, walking out in her pjs and bedhead

With that you slammed the door and headed off the school. Charli laughed at the look stuck on her fiance’s face and kissed hm and she wrapped her arms around her torso. “What’s wrong?” She asked.

“Nothing, I guess. She’s just acting weird. Staring at her phone,” He said, trying to downplay her worries.

She smiled. “That’s what teenagers do, George…” she added, trying to reassure him.

He shrugged as he cleaned up the mess from packing her lunch. “Have you noticed she’s acting differently?” George pressed on, sensing there was more beneath the surface.

“What do you mean?” She asked.

“I don’t know-“ George hesitated, searching for the right words.

“Yes, you do,” George looked up with a look. Charli tilted her head and smiled.

He continued. “Quieter. Not the chipper, happy girl we know and love?”

Charli got serious. “I mean, yeah, but I had just chalked it up to hormones,” She admitted, realizing she couldn’t ignore the signs any longer.

“Hm,” George said, looking down.

His other hand sensed the concern on his face. “She’ll come around. Whatever is happening, our girl is stronger than it. She’ll be fine,”

“Yeah,” George agreed, though his worry still lingered.

“Our girl,” He whispered and smiled.

…

You did your best to avoid the texts on your phone. He was up to his nose in nonsense again and it was starting to get to you, even more than usual. For the first week or so, he was respectful. You set boundaries, never promised to see him in person, and he agreed. Over time he got more abrupt. He would message you constantly, saying ‘hey’ or ‘sorry’ or ‘please forgive me’ or other stupid shit. Eventually, when you didn't reply he would curse you out. He would make threats and call you names, proof of the real him. You would cry and fight the urge to scream in the school bathroom. A stark contrast to the life you lived at home and school. You were a model student with a combination of popularity and straight A’s. A nice nepo baby who was a good friend to everyone and a joy to be around. Nobody knew of the dark past that you lived through.

Your ‘dad’, if you can even call him that, caused trouble from the beginning. Your mom and him were in love for a long time, but when you came along and Charli was ready to live a family life along with her career, despise your expectancy, your dad backed out and left. Charli begged and pleaded for years, but to no avail. Your early childhood memories include vivid glimpses of him from the times he did try and come around, but he always chose different things over you. The last time he tried was nearly 5 years ago. You were 10. You were excited when your mom said he wanted to see you again, You were excited to be like the other kids at school and have 2 parents, but that was a short-lived dream. He left after a while, completely ghosting you and your mom.

A message popped up on your Instagram account a couple of weeks ago. Usually, the messages you get are from XCX or 75 fans who want to connect to you to get closer to George or your Mum, so you ignore them at first glance. That was until you saw the name. His name. He said he wanted to talk and and gave you his number, You reached out. He said all he wanted to do was relay a message - he was doing good, he hoped you were doing good, he was in a better, more stable place, he would like to talk or even meet but there was no pressure.

And like a fool, you fell for it.

…

Gabbriette promised to pick you up from school and take you out to ‘start of spring break right’. She had known you for years, being friends with your mom, and had become somewhat of an aunt, so when she and Matty fell in love and started dating, it was nothing short of perfect. She took you to your favorite spot the two of you shared, then to a shop or two, eventually meeting up with Matty who said he wanted to meet the two of you for dinner.

You took a picture of the delectable pate in front of you with the couple just behind, capturing the warmth of the moment with a pink heart emoji and posted it without a second thought.

After a delightful dinner, filled with laughter and shared stories, you all headed back to your parents’ place. Charli suggested a game night of ‘Cards Against Humanity’, and that’s how the five of you ended up gathered around the coffee table in the living room, ready for a night of fun and friendly competition. After a good hour of laughter and drinking, a knock sounded at the door.

“Who’s that?” Charli asked, looking at George.

“I wasn't expecting anyone?” he said. George looked at you expectantly but you just shrugged, oblivious as to who was on the other side of the door.

The laughter continued as Matyt placed another card down and your mom went to answer the door.

“Y/n, can you go to your room for a second?” She stayed staring through the peep hole in the door.

“Why?” You stood up and gave her a confused look, snacking on the sucker Gabbriette got you earlier that day.

She turned to you, a serious look on your face as she sent a pleading look to her friend. “Just do it for me, please? Gab? Can you go with her?”

She put a reassuring hand on your back as she guided you upstairs. The last thing you saw was George running to Charli’s side at the door.

…

Once upstairs and inside, Gabby closed the door behind her and told you to sit on the bed. “What was that about? Who’s there?” You asked.

You could tell that she knew something was up, but was trying to downplay it for your sake. “I don’t know! Don’t worry about it. She's probably being dramatic about something.”

You rolled your eyes. “Gabby, my mother loves attention but she is not dramatic.”

A knock sounded at your door. “Hiiii.” Matty poked his head through the door before fully making his way though.

“What's happening?” You asked, fear evident in your tone.

He shrugged and smiled, clearly hiding something. “Nothing. It was just a sketchy guy at the door.” He smiled.

You crossed your arms. “You liar.” You tried to get passed him and make your way to the door.

He put his arms on your shoulders to stop you from passing. ‘Hey! I’m not lying.” He technically wasn’t. You didn't believe it though.

“Yeah, sure, leave the acting to your parents.” You laughed and pushed past him and through the door.

As much as he wanted to laugh, his anxiety grew as he watched you brush pass him with ease and walk downstairs. “Y/n wait.”

Charli was face to face with a man, someone you recognized. Anger was written all over her face. “For the 5th and final time, get out.” George was hovering behind her, strong and protective Even though he never said a word.

“I’ve come to talk, just to talk.” He said.

Before your mother could get another chance to speak the steps beneath you creaked, giving your position away. All 3 heads turned to you, silent. Eventually, a voice spoke up.

“Hi, my love.” He said, hesitantly.

“Hi, Justin.” you softly said.

The man’s man was Justin Lemoine. He was your biological father.

He had been in and out since the moment you were born. You thought he was gone forever when he left nearly 5 ago and never came back. The slowly but surely growing relationship the two of you were building vanished instantly when he told your mother he couldn't do it again. You were 10 years old then, but now you were almost 15.

Then you were innocent and naive, now you were a young woman who was more certain of who you were, what you wanted, and the life you wanted to live. And that life didn’t include Justin.

He was always ‘Justin’, never ‘Dad’ or ‘Papa’, or anything like that. That space was reserved for someone else. Someone like George.

He tried to take a step toward you but you shook your head, letting him know to take a step back. “I came to talk to you real quick-”

“I don't want to talk to you.” You flatly said.

“C’mon, don't be like that.”

“They told you not to come over here.” He knew the ‘they’ you were referring to was the court and the agreement

“I know, I-”

“Then why are you here?”

“I wanted to talk to you. I’ve been meaning to stop by since-”

“Since the last time you saw me?” You took a small step towards him, telling him you were serious.

He sighed and gave a solemn look. “Yeah.”

“So 5 years. Right?” It was said more mater-of-fact rather than a question.

‘Y/n.” He started his stint of trying to reason with you. You interrupted before he got the chance.

“No, I’m right, right? It's been 5 years since you’ve seen me? End of 2019, correct?”

He sighed again, starting to back down just the slightest bit. “Yeah.”

You let out a hum and you crossed your arms. George and Charli watched from behind, in awe of your spirit. “So what was it? Lots of wrong turns?”

His gaze shifted downwards. “Something like that.” It was almost as if he was ashamed. It was as if he was being genuine and serious this time. It felt like he really wanted to try again.

That thought only lasted a second before reality snuck back in. A beautiful simple guess of ‘what could be’ was loss in an instant. The reality was conversations like this between you and him have happened one too many times. The reality was taking the alternate suggested route would only lead to disaster and chaos, again. You had your answer, your envisioned future, at that future did not include him.

You stood stoic and strong. “You can leave now.”

He tried to move forward to you. “Listen, y/n, I just-”

“You said you wanted to talk…we talked. So, you can leave now.”

He sighed again. “I want you to give me another chance, baby girl-”

“Don’t call me that.” You were getting heated and angry which you knew would not end well, especially for him. You had your mother's ferocity and fiery nature, and it wasn't something to be messed with.

“C’mon don’t be like that I can-”

“I gave you another chance. Multiple. 5 years ago.”

You swallowed and stayed silent, unsure of what to do next. You had already made your next move.

“Leave.”

He sighed and tried to reach out to you. “Y/n, I’m-”

“Leave right now or I swear to god the next time you come and bother me or my family again it won't be pretty.” You stared at him with fire in your eyes.

He let out a soft chuckle. “‘Family’, huh?”

You nodded.

“You think you can just choose? Do you think you can pick a couple of people, and call them your aunts and uncles? Let them take you out to Central Park for a day?” You tilted your head before you relized he was alluding to the post you had made with Gabby earlier that day, “Or your Dad? You think that man is your Father?” He gestured to George for the first time. You could hear shifting in the background and George sighing, You assumed he was about to make a move, but Charli stretched an arm to block him and you spoke before he got a chance. “He's been more of a Dad to me in the past 3 years than you have in my entire lifetime.”

And every ounce of fire that George had inside him, wanting to go and punch that prick of a man in the face, was extinguished by your words. George sighed and Charli grabbed his hand, squeezing it.

Justin, meanwhile, was speechless. You had really replaced him. “Leave, Justin.” You said, without any room for question. He left, slamming the door behind him.

It was quiet for a solid 5 seconds before anyone spoke. You broke the silence. “I'm going to bed.”

Charli reached out to you. “Baby-”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” You looked back and smiled.

You went upstairs and closed the door with a slam, continuing to sob into your pillows for the next hour.

…

Sleep eventually consumed you. Matty and Gabbriette left shortly after the fight and George and your Mum agreed to figure out the next steps tomorrow, knowing you were safe with them and believing Justin wouldn't make any more moves. When you woke up the clock on your phone read 2:15. You knew sleep wasn;t an option at this point so you got up and headed to the kitchen. You sat on the stool, to tired to move, to weary to make tea, so you just sat there. That was until you heard the footsteps coming from the hallway. It was George, half asleep. Your eyebrow twitched as he yawned and headed to you. He didnt say a word, just placed a kiss on your head before heading to the other side of the counter to make your favorite tea. A hit on deja vu creeping up as the two of you resembled the same positions as this morning.

You broke the silence after a minute. “What are you doing up?”

He shrugged as he continued his work.“Couldn’t sleep.” He slid the mug across the counter, along with a small container of honey.

“Thanks.” You softly said.

He watched as you finished making your drink. Your eyes were puffy, a sign you’ve been crying, along with the dark undereye circles that have been growing darker and darker over the past few weeks. All the signs he's seen and evidence he's gathered were now starting to make sense. “You okay?” He asked.

“Fine.” You said not looking up from your drink.

“You sure?” he asked, pushing you ever-so-slightly.

You sighed and shrugged, “I’ve been better I guess.” tears started to fall for what felt like the millionth time.

George rushed around the other side, wanting nothing more than to wrap you in his arms. “Hey- It's okay, it’s okay.”

You stayed quiet for a minute before talking though your hiccuped sobs.“I should’ve known he would come, I’m sorry.”

He tucked your head under his chin as you sobbed into him. “You don’t need to apologize, love. How would you’ve known?”

“Because he said he would!” Yous aid breaking away.

“What?” George asked, confused.

You sighed and pulled out your phone, opening the message up and laying it on the counter for george to lok at as you buried your head in your hands.

He hesitantly took the phone and started scrolling. It wasn’t long before angered built inside of him. “How long has this been happening for?”

You spoke through the sobs. “…I don’t kno-“

“Y/n.” He got serious and protective.

You sighed. “About a month…or two.”

Tension hung heavy in the air as you finally confessed

“Why didn’t you tell us?” George’s voice trembled with concern.

“Because everything was so perfect! Our family was fine, and I didn’t want this coming in and messing it up!” your words spilled out, laden with frustration. “That’s what he does. That’s what he’s always done,”

George hugged you again and you sighed into him. “I will get this sorted out. You won’t have to talk to this man again…if you don’t want to, of course-”

“I don’t want to talk to him,” your response was firm.

“Okay,” George breathed a sigh of relief. He could tell something else was bothering you, another thing eating away at your mind. “What are you thinking right now? What’s going through your mind?” He inquired gently.

After a moment of pondering, you responded. “I just can’t believe I’m half him. I just can’t believe that this is my life and I have to deal with him,” Your voice cracked with emotion.

“You are not him, you are you. And you are 20 times stronger than that shrimp of a man,” His response got the ends of your lips to twitch up in a smile that lasted for a millisecond, but George considered that a win. “Okay? You don’t have to worry about him anymore. I promise,” You nodded. “Maybe make your Instagram private though?”

#the 1975 #x daughter!reader #george daniel #george daniel x daughter!reader #george daniel x you #george daniel x reader #matty healy

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adoremexxs · 8 months

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Hellooooo,, I’m super bad at requestinh😢 but like. CUDDLING ZOHAKUTEN… ur au breaks my heart omfg I want to make him feel better,,

guys i’m going to be honest, i’m so scared to write physcial affection for zoha ☠️ it’s a bit short but it got a lil plot‼️‼️

You were at home, studying for your quiz that was tomorrow. You quite literally were going to fail it if you didn’t study.

You almost fell out of your chair whenever you heard your bedroom door slam open. It was your boyfriend, Zohakuten or as you like to call him, Zozo. He doesn’t like that name.

And just by the look on his face, you can tell he didn’t have a good day at all.

And especially with the giant cut on his forehead.

“Zohakuten, what happened?” You ask, brushing the dust off your pants before standing to go walk over to him.

Zohakuten just glared at you and you were not about to deal with his attitude. You just rolled your eyes at him and walked past him to get your first aid kit.

You made him sit on your bed. He was sitting criss cross applesauce with his hands in his lap while you took a q-tip with disinfectant on it, running it gently along the cut on his forehead.

His leg was shaking so much. You could tell how anxious he was. This clearly wasn’t good. You didn’t say anything as you cleaned the cut on his forehead and gently patched it up. You looked at him expectantly.

He looked at you, back at his lap and then back at you, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

You just sighed once again. Zohakuten was hard to get to open up but you were certain that he would later. So you just plop your head down on your pillow with your hands behind your head, looking at Zohakuten. He knows what this means. It’s you offering to let him cuddle with you. And Zohakuten is so bipolar about cuddling.

He was sitting there awkwardly for 10 minutes, staring at you. Zohakuten decided to get over his fear and lay ontop of you. It knocks the wind out of you because you weren’t expecting it. You just closed your eyes within those 10 minutes to relax and next thing you know Zoha is resting his head on your chest.

“I’m sorry for being hard to love, (Y/N).”

This caught you off guard. Sure, what he said was true but you enjoy it. You love Zohakuten, he’s a sweetheart, hell, he’s your boyfriend.

You smile down at him, running your hand through his messy hair while your other hand wraps around him.

“Zohakuten, don’t apologize. It’s not your fault.” Your sweet words make his heart flutter. He hates this. He hates how obsessed and weak and vulnerable he is with you. He shouldn’t be like this. He really shouldn’t.

But you have a way of making him come undone.

“Yes, it is. It’s my fault that I constantly make you feel bad and I-“

“Zohakuten, you don’t make me feel bad. You make me feel so loved, even if you have a hard time expressing your feelings. That’s what I’m here for, Zo. I’m here to help heal you and allow you to move on from your past.” You just give him that sickly sweet smile and cup his face, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

Zohakuten is staring deeply into your eyes, searching for any hint of lying. There is none. He feels bad. He tries to convince himself that he isn’t that into you, that he should leave you because he doesn’t like you.

He is literally in love with you.

All he can do is bury his head into your chest and hug onto you tighter.

You smile at him, his face buried into your chest. You didn’t care if he didn’t respond to you or not, he’s clearly embarrassed. His arms wrapped around you tighter and refused to let you go.

“I love you, Zo.” You absentmindedly say, hugging him tighter to you. You didn’t care if he said it back or not. You didn’t care at all. You knew he loved you anyways.

You were a bit surprised to hear a small, “I love you more, (Y/N)…”

All you do is smile and play with his hair again. You knew that Zohakuten would always love you, would always care about you, just like you would him.

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murpyperpy · 2 months

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If you need to be mean be mean to me.

“Hobie please don’t make me beg” you say softly reaching out to him.

CW: Angsty Depressing :( Drugs Alcohol

There’s a buzz in the air, an electric feeling your heart pumps your eye open wider. Every breath is a gift from god.

“Fuck yeahggghhg!” You shout sober no longer. Fuck this night just got so much better. You scan the room Chris is chatting up Amy I’ll leave them alone hehe Damian might actually get laid! Wow good luck to him. You swerve around the room of the persons house your partying in and make you way to the drink table.

“Slim pickings huh!” You shout over the music to the stranger on the other side of the table.

That’s how you meet hobie his dazzling dark eyes his smile the way he sniffs and readjusts his posture made you fall in love. The party light refelecting off his skin as he stared at you in the way he does so often. The attention he show you in that night started your constant craving for his approval and exclusivity.

On this particular occasion you were on his bed it wasn’t a special as you hoped because so was 2 other randoms plus Damian. Hobie had unified us all to watch his band preform. Of course you loved his music and tried to show him. Bobbing your head to the beat. Tapping your foot. Smiling wide laughing louder. It’s like in these moments you forgot how to be human and got in your own way. The reminders to be charming more attractive than the two randoms. You clap harder and even sway side to side. Move to the beat.

“Thank ya wonderful audience!” Hobie shouts.

“WOOOO” You shout as we clap and cheer. A hobie looks at you in that way like he’s the one he cares about. You desperately want him to like you. To think you’re half a cool and you think he is.

Hours later your laying on his bed this time to your satisfaction it’s just a you. The time is almost midnight and your collapsed trying to fall asleep and watch hobie clean up his band things at the same time.

“You didn’t answer my question love” he says quietly

“Ummmmm “ you groan “say again?” He had been asking you questions for the last hour trying to keep you awake to keep him company.

“I asked you love” he replied “If you have ever had a pet?”

“A pet a pet a pet “ you yawn trying to think. “I I don’t know” you I close slowly and you fall asleep. Hobie notices your breath slowing and slumped shoulders.

“Oh baby” He covers you with a blanket. He stare at you for a while suddenly not wanting to make anymore noise. Or selfishly ask you anymore questions. Hobie showers letting the water run over his skin his mind stays on you. When he comes back it’s fully dark, sliding into his bed he uses his other senses to know your there. The weight on the mattress your smell the slow sound of your breath.

Hobie feels at peace. He tells him self he will make he will have a move soon.

Hellooooo

Tori here. I will finish this story soon I just thought I should post it in case someone wanted to read! <3

Please comment to tell me what you think about this story? ❤️😁

#hobie x reader #spider punk #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman

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stinkyme · 1 year

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Hello! I made second part of this, thank you for the love you showed in the first part! It means a lot, truly! <3

First part:

Characters: Dazai, Jouno & Nikolai x GN!Reader

Format is a short scenario. :)

CW/TW: none, I think, GN!Reader and loving petnames

I hope you enjoy this and I apologize for any mistakes in advance! :)

Also I don't know how to make hyperlink on my phone, bear with me :")

Little pranks on BSD men || BSD characters x Reader

Dazai

You had a rough morning, getting prepared for work and somehow everything was awfully wrong. You couldn't calm down your hair, you kept tripping and none of your clothes seemed to fit the way you wished it to. Somehow you pulled yourself together when your phone buzzed. A message.

Dazai: Can't wait to see you, heheheheee~

His message made you feel a bit better and as you were leaving bathroom, you got this amazing idea. Why not torment Dazai today? You packed a roll of toilet paper in your bag.

As you arrived to work, Dazai came up to you, giving you a kiss.

"Hellooooo darling, you finally came." he said in his usual, expressive and excited voice and you giggled, hugging him.

Luckily Dazai wasn't wearing a coat today.

He went to bother Kunikida, meanwhile you greeted rest of your coworkers. They were all piled in work, focused and trying to finish it up as fast as possible.

"Dazai, come here." you said in nonchalant voice; your usually all noticing boyfriend didn't have any idea about your plan and came up to you.

"You have some string here, let me cut it for you, turn around." he tried to see for himself but his eyes couldn't reach so he just turned around waiting for you to do your thing. He didn't really expected anything since you always did this sort of things for him.

You put your hand in your bag, saying how you are just looking for small scissors while pulling out a roll of toilet paper and scissors. You cut through nothing just for him to hear noise of scissors.

"Wait, your shirt is out, stay still." you ordered, pulling end of toilet paper into his shirt and then in his pants.

Yosano and Atsushi noticed and gave you questionable look. You just put fingers over your lips, smiling and they smiled back.

You've put roll on the floor by lowering yourself, 'cleaning his pants'.

"Oh not here, love, you are so naughty, did you just want to touch my butt?" Dazai teased. Couple of your coworkers giggled, meanwhile Kunikida gave him warning look.

"Ah, I am busted." you laughed.

"All done, now I wanted to show you something." you came to him, putting your arm under his, not letting him turn around and you walked with him all around the office, talking about some nonsense like how you should hang your pictures on walls, etc.

Dazai seemed invested in conversation and he loved doing anything just to skip work, just as much as you did.

Roll kept rolling, covering the floor, got wrapped around Kunikida's chair and that got his attention. Everyone else tried to keep in their giggles when Kunikida took a deep breath, adjusting his glasses.

"DAZAI YOU STUPID BASTARD! NOT ONLY YOU ARE A BANDAGE WASTING MACHINE, BUT TOILET PAPER TOO! STOP SLACKING OFF YOU LAZY ASSHOLE!" he was screaming out, Dazai was confused, you started laughing and everyone else just busted into laughter.

Dazai looked around and saw trail of paper and saw it was coming out of his ass basically. He looked at your flushed face, you were holding your tummy.

"Oh, I see, so you did this little dirty trick, how meaaaaaaaan~" Dazai whined out, but clearly entertained.

"Sorry, sorry, it was just a small prank. Sorry Kunikida, don't get mad." you brought your hands up as defence and to push your innocence.

"Get your asses back to work. Now." Kunikida ordered sharply, he was visibly ready to strangle you both. You got scared.

"Yes sir." you both said quickly and went to sit down opening up your laptops, not even cleaning behind a mess that was made.

(you did stay after work hours to do so, unfortunately)

Jouno

Jouno was a man who had a lot of courage. He wasn't easily scared, he could feel and sense anything. One day you were on your walk and saw a baby raccoon and your heart sank as you couldn't leave it there so you brought it home. You knew Jouno won't like this but who asked? You couldn't leave it alone and in cold. However, you decided to see how would he react, but...away from home. You fed your new family member, left it to sleep and you went to local café to be "safe" once Jouno meets new friend he didn't ask for.

Jouno came home and immediately felt something was wrong. You weren't here and he could hear weird, unfamiliar heartbeat. He slowly moved around the house, he could sense its presence was so...small? What the hell? Is this an ability?

"Come out you coward!" he yelled out.

"I know you are here, show yourself."

His "enemy" wasn't moving and he was confused. It was...on the couch? No. It just went under couch. What is going on? He immediately called you and you picked up, answering like everything is fine and you have no idea about an intruder..you brought in.

"Are you okay? There is something really weird going on and AAAAAAAAH!" Jouno screamed. His senses were too focused on you, he didn't sense little creature coming to him and jumping on his legs, hugging them tightly.

"THEY ARE TRYING TO CAPTURE ME! CALL REST OF HUNTING DOGS! NOW!" he yelled in your ear and started wiggling around to get off this criminal of his legs. You started laughing, tears coming to your eyes and your tummy hurting.

"Cap..capture you? Hahahahahahhhhahahahah"

Jouno kept twirling around, trying to hold his phone, yell at you and get this creature off of his legs.

"WHAT IS SO FUNNY TO YOU? ARE YOU INSANE?" he yelled out visibly overwhelmed and stressed.

"Okay, calm down, caaaalm down, it's not an intrudor, it's uh..um..well.." you tried explanining yourself.

Jouno then realized 'intrudor', 'criminal' and an 'enemy' stinks horribly. That and the fact it didn't move or harmed him.

"Is this..a child? It smells like shit dirty diaper. What is this?" Jouno asked you.

"Um..no, don't be mean Jouno..it's, heh, a baby raccoon.." you said hesitantly.

"A...baby.....raccoon....raccoon?" Jouno was in disbelief.

"What the hell Y/N? Why do we have a fucking raccoon in our house?" he asked.

"LOOK, I felt bad and it was freezing, I couldn't leave it outside, you would do the same!" you tried to convince him. He wasn't even bothered by the fact raccoon kept hugging him because he was so out of it.

"No, no, I wouldn't to the same. Or I would at least ask you before I bring home some hairy dumpster disgused as a raccoon. This dude stinks and I want to vomit. We won't keep him, no matter what." he said firmly.

"First of all, I will give Jouno Junior a bath.." you started but he cut you off.

"YOU NAMED HIM TOO? Jouno Junior?? That sounds insanely stupid Y/N." he was serious.

"Khm, it's Jouno Junior so his nickname can be JounJoun, I think it's cute! It sounds french and rich.." he cut you off again.

"No, it sounds like he is a local alcoholic who would get bullied by everyone how his parents didn't love him enough." Jouno said seriously. JounJoun still wrapped around his legs.

"Well, you would bully him because you are mean! I think it's lovely. Second of all...I think your coworkers would be thrilled to know how big, strong, brave Jouno was yelling like a little girl because he was captured..by a raccoon. Baby raccoon." you said firm but teasingly.

"..."

"We will discuss another name once you get home." Jouno said after some silence.

"Sounds good!" you started giggling.

Nikolai

You were bored, waiting for Nikolai to come home from a meeting, but you knew he had a mission right after. He worked a lot and you had understanding, but you wanted to entertain yourself.

You noticed that he left his cane behind and you got a little lightbulb moment.

You took the cane and decided to decorate it. You had plenty of stickers and some paint because you loved to be creative and constantly used those for either your notebooks, walls, letters and such.

You covered his cane in ducks, fairies, anime characters, barbie, bratz, clowns and some other animal stickers. It was fully covered, it looked horrifying and you remembered you had a rubber duck so you decided to glue it on handle of his cane in order for when you squeeze it, it lets out noise. You loved your craft and decided to wrap some long scarf around your neck so it looks like a coat, similar to his.

You painted your nose red and practiced for your role. You had so much fun, giggling and poking his decorated cane into air.

You heard door knob and took prideful stance.

"Sorry it took me so lo-..." Nikolai said as you loudly exclaimed.

"Squeak in front of me peasant!" you said and squeezed rubber duck that made squeaky noise.

"This place is too small for two clowns!" you playfully threatened him with a cane.

Nikolai's eyes scanned you. From your red nose, down to your self crafted outfit, over his freshly decorated cane. He was in shock for a second but started bursting in laughter right after.

"HAHAHAHA YOU ARE AMAZING, ABSOLUTELY AMAZING Y/N! WHAT A LOVELY SURPRISE, WHAT A SHOW TO ATTEND!" he was saying through laughter, coming closer to you to lift you up, moving in circles.

"You are a natural! I don't think I can win against you!" he laughed and put you down in front of him.

"So you are not mad?" you asked him guilty.

"You know..I ruined your cane.." you kept in apologizing voice.

"Ruined it? Don't be silly! You gave it more character! I absolutely love your creativity. You know, I have another one, you can make us matching ones." he smiled at you, stroking your head.

"Really?!" you said as your eyes got bright.

"Really!" he said back in excited voice and pulled you in for another hug.

The End :)

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quiteliterallyilliterate · 2 months

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Hellooooo? Is anyone alive? Is ok if you do... A part two of the yandere fierce deity? Please?

Order up!

Ngl this was actually really difficult to write! Y’all seemed to like Part one, so here’s the continuation!

Tw: Described murder and violence, obsession

Hope you enjoy~

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝

The sigil had since faded from the back wall of your home. It had taken many moons and many storms before the blood had truly faded. But it wasn’t gone. You picked up on the marking more and more, the swooping V shape with two lines intercepting. You saw it carved into the trees you tapped for sap, in the bones of the elks still left at your door and —perhaps most concerning— scratched into your skin. You awoke to it after awaking from a nap, and it came with a sense of all-consuming numbness. You bled, despite no knife piercing your skin and felt a hollow pain looking at the wound… but the gash itself was not painful. The scab on your palm itched as you walked through the markets, and despite switching the hand that held the basket, it only seemed to worsen. An itch is not bad so much as it is annoying. An instinctive feeling to pick and prod until a disturbance is removed. But the sensation has festered into thorns digging into your nerve with every graze of another’s hand.

“That’ll be… 300 total” The farmer handed over the produce youd carefully picked out, a frown of dismay pulling at your lips.

“That’s double last time” His smile faltered and his eyes darted far behind you, glassing over for a moment. He breathed out until his lungs had no more to give and his lips fell shut. It was only when you were about to turn around to see what had enraptured him that his tongue farted over his lips and he picked back up where he’d left off

“Sorry you must understand, it’s-“ His voice faded into the chatter of the crowd, a low hum fading into the back of your mind with a throbbing pain. So much for living here all your life, there was no reason for produce to cost half your wages. It’s not like anyone in this hamlet made much, nor was there any reason for one to struggle. The is community held up on its ties, it's only as useful as its people make it.

“Keep- Just keep it.” You would’ve felt bad at the way he sunk in on his feet with upset, but it was beyond your responsibility to help. Not without proper food in your stomach. You’d need to forage if you had near any hopes of not starving through the week. And so, basket in hand, you returned to the eerie empty of the wood.

The thicket was empty. The berry bushels had since been picked clean by the birds and the wild sprouts trampled or rotted in the soil. It was foolish of you to hope that perhaps whoever kept leaving you meat —your only source of sustenance— could provide you with something that could possibly go with it. Your spice cupboard is beginning to run dry and you had nothing aside from the carcass left behind to prepare.

“If only I had some potatoes… carrots… something- anything!” You threw your wicker basket to the ground, the thin fibres crackling. Anger burned within the humid draws of your breath, seeping into your lungs and through your blood and settling among your being. Thunder rolled in the far distance, but the wind had already made its way to you. The whispery gusts combed through the long grasses and shook the old trees, the wood croaking and groaning. The path back home was no different than it had been recently. No humdrum that followed life, only the cawing of crows. But, rather disappointingly, even they had disappeared as of late. The shadowing of the storm mounted atop your already heavy-hung gloom. It seemed as if every living thing, even those that surpassed mortality had vacated the forest. And as you pushed inward to the unkempt of the wild, you could only feel like you were leaving yourself to the execution block. Your legs faltered and trampled, your limbs felt stiff. And like a corpse of those slaughtered, you fell.

The deity knew that mortals were cruel. He didn’t need much knowledge about the world to know that fact. With such a gift of consciousness, Hylia’s creations were tainted with such bitter malice. That is what made them mortal. Their innate ability to surpass their better moral to kill and to hurt. He saw it every time someone used the likeness of his face. He saw the blood. He felt their drive— to stick cool, unforgiving metal within another. To crack and break and destroy the fragility of the world. The fragility of other people. Hunt or be hunted as it was. There was no matter for if they were above animalistic intent, for they were every bit predator and prey as the wolves and the rabbits. That is why he is so keen on protecting you. Only you have been so kind and pure —A divine among mortals, he’s certain— and such purity can only be tainted within a world so vile. The mortals even admit to it. Making their societies guard such fragility from the maw of itself. It was only himself he could trust to be your guard. Only he could be trusted to deliver you from such a system. He knew the cruelty of mortals upon one another. But for you to be denied sustenance? That was sacrilegious. Did they not understand that they were blessed to have been with you? If that was such a case then perhaps they weren’t worth the salvation you offered. The wretched mortals should bow at your feet, stumble over eachother and themselves to leave you offerings. For one to deny themselves such a right is to deny one’s god. And so, as the twists of his blade delicately carved out the heart of the worthless farm boy, he hoped this would serve a sufficient offering. He could afford to spend more time with you tonight with the storm’s onset. The rain would do most of the work cleaning the blood. The body would mingle from the earth from whence it came and be no more. Maybe if the damned was lucky, his blood could nurture the soil to make plants that you could eat from. Maybe then he’d have paid penance for his sins. Heart and produce in hand, he displayed them all lovingly in your discarded wicker basket and left it looped around the elk horn. He held his offering in one arm and your limp body in the other, carrying you the way to your little temple. The basket was hastily discarded upon the porch —though he doubted you cared much about the presentation— and he tucked you into bed. On his exit he wrangled the body so it would be easier for your untrained limbs to carry indoors. Offerings should be prepared to the highest degree— and you only deserved the best. He’d deliver the world to you exactly as you’d expected of him. Although the procurement of spices would certainly take a while longer, he’d meet your demands in full. Such is what’s expected of him as he’s courting you. Such is the way of devotion.

#yandere link x reader #link x reader #fierce deity x reader #yandere fierce deity link x reader #fierce deity x you #yan!link x reader

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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Authors Note: This took me 5 hours so I hope you enjoy, I'm really hoping you all enjoy it since I've hyped it up no end lmao 💀🥰

Summary: After a bad break up, your best friend Joe is there to pick up the pieces, the best friend you could ever have hoped for. Except falling for him wasn't ever planned but it's impossible not to when he makes it feel so damn easy

Warnings: reference to cheating, mild violence and angst, fluff and smut. All the categories mixed into one, under 18's DNI. Friends to lovers trope

Word Count: 4.8k

Taglist: @eddiemunson-mylove @choke-me-eddie @quinnypixie @capricornrisingsstuff @ali-r3n @aol19 @aysheashea @wonderheartz @shawnamae87

Something in the back of your mind knew it was a bad idea taking back your ex boyfriend, you'd contemplated the idea of not doing it but you listened to your head more than your heart and instead of standing up for yourself, you'd played into his hands and found yourself heartbroken yet again. You just never seem to learn and clearly this was your own problem to deal with, he'd cheated on you the first time and as the saying goes; once a cheat always a fucking cheat.

You fell to the floor the moment you received the direct message from the random girl who'd sent you a video, him and her together, doing the dirty. She'd found out from a mutual friend of a friend that he was already in a relationship and decided to come clean to you. Not that it made the situation any better, but at least she understood the girl code of sisters before misters.

You sobbed, hugging your knees, your mind all over the place, intrusive thoughts, valid feelings that you were sure to be having; yet there in one respect was nobody to blame but yourself. He'd given you a form of anxiety since the first time he'd done this to you, but it's hard to get out of feeling for someone once you're deep in it, your walls come crashing down once you've entrusted the person you're supposed to be with and then they break you as easily as they fixed you in the beginning.

The whole time you weren't sure whether you wanted to be alone but at the same time you didn't know if you needed the company to help you escape these disgustingly real thoughts which alluded your brain. You had a comfort blanket, your best friend. You didn't want to bother him and once you'd told him you knew he was likely to kick off at you and say the dreaded words of I told you so. It was irritating to know that he was that way inclined, but you knew he'd be right, you'd of probably done the same thing if it were the other way around.

You looked a mess, tears stained your soft cheeks which felt hot to the touch, you felt like you were going to throw up, your hands were shaking, you'd thrown your phone to the other side of your bedroom after receiving the message, screaming in the space of your new found loneliness. It should surely hurt less the second time but it doesn't, it feels worse. You were stupid.

You crawled over to your phone in hope that it'd sort your problems out, you knew you had to make the call, you needed your best friend by your side even if it meant him pissing you off. You looked pathetic, making those stupid whimpering sounds whilst you moved forward, settling yourself on your knees, you pressed onto your contacts, onto Joe's name and your thumb hovered over the green phone icon.

Through blurry eyes you did it and the tone began to blast through your speaker, you heard his voice immediately after which calmed you more than you could've imagined. It was like you'd lost your voice, a simple hello was not easy to respond to when you were in the midst of an almost panic attack. You could've just pretended like you'd pocket dialled him and ended the call, but you just couldn't find it in yourself to hang up on the one person you relied on when you were in such a mess.

"Y/N? Hellooooo?"

"I- I-" You stuttered out, a sharp breath following.

"Are you ok love?"

Your tears immediately resumed on queue. Calmness disintegrating.

"I'll take that as a-"

"No. No I'm not." You interrupted quickly, finishing his sentence for him.

"What the fuck did he do to you?" Joe was quick in assuming and quite right to his guess in why you weren't sounding great.

"What makes you think-"

"Don't play dumb with me darling, I recognise that tone of your voice from the last time that dick hurt you. I swore to you last time I'd let it go, but you made a mistake in going back to him, you forgave him and I know that cry when I hear it."

You absolutely detested how he knew you so well, for the good and for the bad.

"Hit the nail on the head there Joey." You sniffled your nose followed by another hitch of your throat, you dragged yourself over to the wall, backing yourself onto it, reinstituting your previous position, knees back up to your chest.

"I knew it. Do I need to go and commit a crime?" You closed your eyes and shook your head, for all you knew Joe was being serious and would get himself into trouble just for you, he was just that involved in your friendship, cared for you like nobody ever had.

"No. Please don't." You could've sounded like you were begging for him to not, but at the same time you'd of done anything to watch Joe punch his lights out for what he'd done to you.

"And are you going to stop me?"

"Look, I just need you here with me. Are you going to get off of your high horse and do your best friend duties?"

"Are you going to take him back again?"

"No." You sighed.

"No offence, but I'll believe it when I see it." You could've heard a pin drop, way to break your heart even further Joe.

"Please just come over and give me one of those special hugs, I could really do with that shit right now, not with your sarcastic tone of voice that I know and hate."

Joe hummed a snigger, you knew he was trying to joke around with you, but you were having none of it.

"I'm on my way, stay put." Joe ended the call, not like you were going anywhere in this state, but you could only handle being alone for so much longer before you broke down into a state where in the present you weren't sure you could come back from. The best part is that you were just presupposing that Joe was as free as a bird for you, but regardless to your own knowledge; this man would end whatever he was doing at the drop of a hat to be next to you.

You felt like you'd waited a lifetime for the knock at your door and when it came you found some energy to get up off your ass and answer it, the person you'd least expected to be there stood before you.

"Well you look a state." You've got to be fucking joking.

"Get the fuck away from me, I never want to see you again." You bellowed loudly, not even feeling an ounce of quiet in you, the anger seeping out quite abruptly.

"What're you on about?" Oh so he wanted to play dumb.

"Once a cheat always a cheat, get out of my life, I gave you one more chance and you blew it."

"Have you any proof?" He chuckled and you could've swung for him there and then.

You clutched your phone, bringing it up to unlock it with your face ID, pushing the video brightly showing on the screen, the noises that made you want to barf were shattering. His eyes grew wide. Your now ex boyfriend took your phone from your grasp and launched it across the room where it hit the nearby wall, a smash of glass was apparent in it's fall to the ground.

"No proof then." What a malicious bastard.

"How dare you." You ball your fist, bringing it up to and smashing straight into his cheek, violence is never the answer as your mum has taught you through life, but god knows he deserved it.

"Touch me again bitch I fucking dare you." Before you could even step back, his hand was wrapped around your throat, pulling you up onto your tip toes and throwing you back toward the wall your phone had landed. You saw your life flashing before your eyes, not once would you have ever imagined he'd lay a finger on you, a defence mechanism maybe for you striking him? You couldn't be making excuses because there were none for his own violent behaviour, except a pure guilty conscience.

"Get- off- me!" You stuttered as his grip intensified.

"Don't think you're ending things, you won't be going anywhere, you'll come back, you proved by doing that this time." How was he that entitled? You'd took him back based on the bullshit he'd fed you that he'd changed; where as you'd learnt he had not.

"You're- a- fucking- joke." You wheezed, an evil burst of laughter breaking out from the depths of your lungs.

"Takes one to know one." Suddenly, he was launched backwards, a thunderous screech was heard from him and he lost his grip on you and fell to the floor from the force in which he was manoeuvred back.

"Get the fuck off her if you know what's good for you mate." Your ex looked up to see Joe towering over him, a quick shoot of a look to you from your best friend he saw the sorrow in your eyes as you held onto your throat, catching the oxygen that you'd solely missed for a couple of minutes.

"Oh look, your best friend who clearly fancies you to the rescue, surprised you didn't fuck him whilst you were with me." Joe bent down slightly, taking a hold of his t-shirt and bringing him up to his feet back on eye level.

"You're a waste." Joe's pupils had dilated into a state of anger in which you'd never seen before, a different side to him in which you quite enjoyed, way over protective and way over his usual adorable state he carried 99.9% of the time.

"What you gonna do you pussy?" Your ex egged him on to take action upon his words and for the first time you saw Joe strike back. His knuckles caught him square in the nose, landing him straight back down on his behind. His nose seeped with blood and you cried out for them both to stop, your ex stood back up and Joe ragged him to the other side of the room, pushing him toward him and then back again.

"Come near her again, I'll fucking end you." Joe lowly whispered. A threat now made a promise. He wasn't joking.

Your ex stumbled out of the front door and Joe hung his head around to watch him leave until he was out of sight of the hallway of your flat complex. Joe slammed the door shut, bolting the door locked and rushed over to you in a hurry. Grabbing a hold of you instantly, pushing your head onto his chest, one hand soothed your back whilst the other held onto the back of your head.

"It's really over Joe." You couldn't help the overly loud, obnoxious tears that consumed your entire being. You were shaking and so was he, both from different states of anger, stress and upset.

"I know darling, I know." He didn't want to say it, he didn't want to give you the whole talk, that could wait until you'd stopped crying at least. Joe held you in pure silence for a good 10 minutes, stood in the same position, the scent of him engulphed your nose as you wept and wet through his jumper that he wore. Homely. Beautiful. Dreamy.

"Everything will be okay, you know that right? It might not seem that way now, but maybe this needed to happen for you to realise that you can do so much better, you deserve everything above what that prick has done to you." You managed a brief smile and you could realise that he felt it from the way you felt his heart thump in his chest and in turn, his reaction reflected upon yours, your stomach feeling nauseous but in turn relieved from the butterflies which flew through your stomach. Not the first time you've felt that around him, but you never acted on it, shrugging it off; this time felt different.

"You hear me? Tell me you know it'll be alright and that you won't do anything stupid."

"I hear you."

"Tell me." Joe put his hands to your arms, bringing you back to look at you full on, his natural chocolatey gaze which warmed right through you came back to light and you couldn't deny him of his need of response.

"It'll be alright..." You paused.

Joe tried to offer you a sympathetic smile, the type you give to someone in need.

"As long as you're around." You whispered.

"Always." Joe pulled you back in for another sweet hug, not lasting as long this time, he took your hand and brought you over to a more comfier place, also known as your sofa.

You sat across from him but was immediately invited back into his arms, it was a welcoming view and you couldn't actually wait to be back in them. At this point, he wasn't your best friend, he was your hero. You'd shared a moment more intimate in the least intimate of ways and it just felt unlike any other time you'd shared an embrace.

You settled down with your head on his lap, his fingertips played with your hair, brushing through them with no tangles in sight. You were in a calmer state, less tears and less heavy breaths, the air refilling your lungs perfectly. You found your eyes heavy from the amount of anxiety you'd undertaken in the last hour, a lot for the heart to handle.

You opened your eyes in a slightly confused daze, you rolled over to see Joe take his eyes from his phone which he was just aimlessly scrolling through, his smile so much brighter than the last you'd seen it. "Hello sleeping beauty." You rubbed your hands over your face, slightly embarrassed that you'd fallen asleep under the circumstances you had.

"I'm so sorry I dozed off."

"Don't apologise, you looked cute, so was the little snores." You lifted your hand up to tap his face making him laugh out, there's the Joe you knew and loved. Loved.

"Shut up I do not snore."

"I beg to differ." Joe laughed again and it made you giggle in turn.

"Slight change of subject, but I heard a song I've not heard for years whilst you were asleep and it made me think of you. Especially relevant to times like this." Not that he had to bring up the situation of today, but it was necessary to his point.

"Oh yeah what's that?" You saw his cheeks flush and you were not sure if it was rapid regret or that he'd just made it up to bring up a different conversation; but then why would he talk about the whole ordeal?

"Don't cringe at me for this." You chortled his way, his cheeks now a crimson red, he was biting down on his bottom lip and you quickly shut up to show an ounce of respect for what he clearly wanted to show to you.

"Cross my heart and hope to-" You were cut off when he leaned up to stand in front of you, your head thumped down onto the sofa in the warm spot where he'd been pressed to it.

"Don't finish that sentence, up you get." He offered out his hand and you gladly took it, a bemused look upon your features.

He pressed play on his Spotify and threw the phone down onto the sofa, you were suddenly in a state of pure bliss when you heard the notes begin.

If you ever find yourself stuck in the middle of the sea I'll sail the world to find you If you ever find yourself lost in the dark and you can't see I'll be the light to guide you Joe pulled you into him once more, but began swaying from side to side, you were astonished that this side was coming out of him, a private moment you were sharing together, closer than you'd ever felt before with your best friend. Emotions screaming loud and clear. As per, you'd really never acted on them, but there was clearly some hidden feeling toward him that you didn't want to bring to light and make exist, but with this meaningful song playing in the background, it was out of the question for you to not go down that road.

You thought your ears had deceived you when you heard Joe's voice whispering into your hair, slowly moving down towards your ear when the chorus began.

You can count on me like one, two, three I'll be there And I know when I need it, I can count on you like four, three, two And you'll be there...

You'd never believed the words of a song like you did now Joe was singing them at you. You felt alive, electricity was greedily taking over the entirety of your body. You hummed along to the sound of the music, Joe's hands wrapped further around your back, still swaying he continued to voice the lyrics right at you.

You'll always have my shoulder when you cry I'll never let go, never say goodbye You know

As the final chorus blossomed through your ear drums and the song died down, you felt yourself welling up again, though this time you were beaming, you pulled back to take a look at an even more blushed look on Joe's face.

"I hope-"

"That was beautiful, Joe."

"Don't ever let anyone think you're worth any less than that ever again. I for one won't let a soul do so." Joe cooed at you in a mild whisper.

"You're truly amazing." You fluttered your eyelashes down to the ground and you felt the touch of his thumb lifting your chin to look back at him again.

"Is this the part where I confess?" Joe sighed.

"Confess?" Your eyebrows furrowed.

"The song meant more to me than you know and I want you to be able to count on me today and every day after that." You were suddenly sinking into a hole that you didn't want to get out of, you knew exactly what he meant but you wanted to hear it for yourself.

"Nobody will never hurt you again." Joe paused, his hand coming up to your cheek which you innocently tilted to lean on.

"As long-"

"As long as I'm around." Joe smiled, his face grew ever closer. It was more a need than a want now and despite everything that had happened today, reality was coming to light and though you should of probably stopped it there, you didn't.

Your lips collided together in a soft, warm and with meaning kiss. It was like in the movies, when two friends found themselves in this situation, usually fireworks would set off behind them and it'd be a happy ever after type scenario, but this was real life and you knew there'd be hurdles, but you'd cross that bridge when you came to it. No matter how hard your brain told you to stop, your heart begged you not to, you were right in doing so; you listened to your head last time and look where that got you.

Your lips stuck together like glue, becoming more open mouthed now, no tongues but complete passion, something that should not feel so good with what felt almost disallowed, you were tasting forbidden fruit. After what felt like hours, you both let go, panting for breath, staring directly into each others souls, a sweet split second turned heated.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself."

"Do not apologise, I- I liked it." You bit down on your lip and he took full note of your body language, eyes flitting between your own and back down to your mouth again.

"That's hot." He bit down on his own lip.

"Ditto." You smirked, matching the wickedly framed smug look staring right back at you.

"For me, it's always been you." Joe's confession. There it was. Handed to you on a plate.

"Maybe I never knew truly, but I do now. Ditto." You mimicked his own version of ditto. The minute the word left your mouth he picked you up, throwing a squeak out of you from not expecting his sudden move, but excited nonetheless.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, arms wrapped around his neck as his mouth attacked to yours once more, more fiercely this time, the fireworks well and truly working their magic. You found yourself against a wall for the third time today but this time it was in good stead, you were making out with your best friend, something you never thought would happen in your wildest dreams. You suddenly could feel his erection pressed against your crotch, slightly rubbing against you which made you shudder under his touch.

"Too much?" Joe spoke through your kiss.

"Too little." You replied.

Joe carried you back to the sofa, slipping you down and climbing on top of you before returning his lips to their rightful place. Tongues fought together wildly this time, noses crushed against each other, teeth clattering, slight groans erupting from each of you as he grinded down back into the same spot he was just pressed into.

He moved down to your neck, sloppily leaving a trail of his own saliva down it which blew heat down to your core, an ache which made you thrust in time to Joe's hip movement, his own little moan giving out.

You tugged at his shirt, dying for the moment you'd start to undress.

"Too much?" You hummed a giggle.

Joe leaned up, removing his shirt and tossed it to the floor beside him.

"Too little." He wiggled his eyebrows forcing another laugh out of you. This time he made his way down, peeling down your trousers in turn.

"Can I? I'm dying to taste more of you." You shoot him a mhmm as a way of silently pleading for him to get on with it.

You shimmy off the bottom half of your clothing as Joe slips himself off the sofa to position himself better, he pulls your underwear to the side, his eyes almost bulging out of his skull.

"What a beautiful pussy you have, holy shit." Joe slides a finger in a straight line between your slit, eyes fully trained on you when he puts it into his mouth and shares a sound of pure delight.

"Fuck yes..." He widens your legs and pushes his face between your folds, instantly sucking at your clit, giving you no room to adjust, eating you out like a ravenous animal, tongue swirling around, curing the aches in which you craved to be touched. Effortlessly, he inserts a finger straight through your entrance, curling it up to feel your walls, the thickness of them makes your back arch, especially as his mouths fully latched onto you with brute force, licking every part of your slick that he can manage.

"J-Joe oooh my- god. Yes." Your hands fall onto his curls, pulling at them, urging him by pressing him down so you could feel more, you wanted more, you needed more.

"You like that, baby. Do I make you feel good?"

"Fuck, more." You can barely speak.

He pushed another finger in, joining the other to stretch you out, your walls hugged his digits as you clenched firmly, writhing your hips back and fourth, riding his fingers as well as you could manage. You could feel the inevitable waiting to happen and just before it did, he made a swap, pulling his fingers out which immediately began rubbing erratically against your clit and his tongue pressed inside your entrance.

You moaned his name countless times, pain not a problem when you were almost yanking at his hair a top his head. The little sounds he made as he darted his tongue in and out of you threw you over the edge, your soul leaving your body and joining the angels in heaven, a slight black out on your part.

Joe watched on as you squirmed about the sofa whilst your orgasm took over you. "Fuckkk, atta girl. That's what I like to see." Once you'd come back down to reality, Joe had already rid of his own trousers, you witnessed his cock for the first time and my god did you like and extremely enjoy what you saw.

"Do you want me to-"

"Joe, just fuck me already." He'd well and truly got you in the mood.

"Yes ma'am." He choked a chuckle, putting a hand up to his head to salute like a soldier.

You went back to biting down on your lip when you saw him spit down onto his shaft, quickly fisting it and tipping his head back.

"God damn it Y/N. I'll bite that lip for you if you carry on."

You resumed in biting down on it once more and you moved into laying back across the sofa, he climbed back on top of you, holding himself up with his hands and leaning down to take your lip between his teeth before tugging it back.

"Don't test me woman." You both sniggered.

"Fuck. Me." You said sternly. He slowly pushed himself inside of you, making you both let out a breathless moan, as tight as you felt to him was how big he was feeling to you, a perfect match. As Joe adjusted himself, he grabbed a hold of your legs and hoisted them over his shoulders for deeper contact, he began to move at a slow pace. You could feel every inch thrusting through you, it was already the best sex you'd ever had, purely because the meaning behind it was something words could never describe.

You made a sound which made some halt to a stop, a worried look on his face.

"Too much?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Too fucking little." You licked your lips.

That was it. He pounded into you, he understood the assignment, you liked it rough, he knew you wanted to be fucked senseless, to forget everything that had happened today and the only way that was now going to happen was if he railed you to the extent you required.

His balls slapped against your ass, your walls clenching around him once more as he hit a spot which had you crying out a noise so loud, it was borderline pornographic.

"Fuck yes, take my cock!" He went harder, rutting his hips as fast he could, you could feel the tip tapping onto your cervix, pushing an orgasm straight out of you, the best part of it all; Joe felt the moment you did. He felt like the slick drip out of you and onto his balls, some even reaching the sofa.

"Where do you want me to- y'know." He panted.

"Anywhere, just cum for me." You whined, as desperate for his release as he clearly was, he wouldn't of mentioned it so quickly if he wasn't already nearing his limit.

Joe pulled out not a moment later, grabbing a hold of your hand and pulling you off the sofa and onto your knees, you acknowledged what he wanted. Opening your mouth, Joe wrapped his fist around his cock and began pumping toward you. Breath fiery and heaving out the air he had left in his lungs, he exploded when you took him into your mouth, his tip enclosed inside of it, gushing out heaps of his warm seed, you swallowed every last drop he had to offer.

You'd of thought after an encounter like this, it could've been the most awkward moment to share between you, but it was far from that. Joe pulled you back onto your feet and you held his hand as you took him into your bedroom.

"Didn't quite make it here huh?" Ugh Joe and his charming whit.

You fell onto the bed, not even worrying about the mess you'd made back in the living room. Joe crawled up next to you, pulling you into his arms, the best embrace you'd ever felt, skin to skin, bare and satisfied.

"Did I mention?" Joe asked.

"I don't know, did you?" You replied in an almost sarcastic tone.

"That I-" Joe pressed his mouth to your hair, your head laying on his chest hearing the beautiful beat of his heart in your ear, which was thrashing.

"I love you." Joe whispered, enough for you to make it out and enough for your own cheeks to flush this time.

"I- I love you too."

There it was. The true confession. The best friend who had been before you all this time felt like he could've been the one biding his time, waiting for you, to give you everything he possibly could. He could be the one who saved you, god knows he already had.

#joseph quinn fan fiction #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn smut #joseph quinn angst #joseph quinn imagine #joseph quinn x reader

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apatheticlexicographer · 1 year

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Where Evil Nests

Chapter 3: Bottled Up

Ch1 Ch2 Ch3

HELLOOOOO. HELLO. HI. IT’S BEEN OVER 2 MONTHS BUT THIS STILL EXISTS AND I STILL WANT TO FINISH IT EVENTUALLY 💀💀

ppl who asked to be tagged in updates, lmk if u want to be added or removed from the list: @gay-stranger-things @evil-gay-person @wontbyers

talking under the cut...

i decided to finally sit down and draw the next chapter with zero concrete ideas and went thru brainstorming > sketching > lining > cleaning > shading in one sitting. my hand hurty :[[[

just need to do the joyce POV introductory chapter and then i can finally move on to the actual body of the comic. ha. ha. ha. (((:

i genuinely had a lot of fun drawing this, which is very unusual for me bc usually drawing is just the beloathed process i need to go thru to vent the pictures in my brain lol. other than will’s anatomy in the last page (WHAT happened there bbg) i’m actually??? very happy??? with how this all looks??? i must have brain damage or smth bc i never feel happy with my own art

OH YEAH!!! i finally processed the fact that this comic is set in the 70s, so i took the liberty of looking up 70s kids clothes for jon and will’s fits in the last slide lmaoooo. expect more campy AF 70s collars and bellbottoms bc they’re fun to draw AND period accurate

#Where Evil Nests #jonathan byers #will byers #byers family #jonwill #stranger things #stranger things art #stranger things fanart #byler #<<< target audience + miwi is Coming in probably 2 chapters #miwi #my art #byler art #byler fanart #byler drawing #byler comic #stranger things comic #stranger things AU

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xstarkillerx · 8 months

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you told me that you often want to be in my inbox with “real shit to say” bcos you’d just go to our discord chat instead. and i didn’t realize that i actually identity with it as well. i’m here with “real shit to say”

sex and love and drama addicted anakin skywalker would be turned on by the process of artificial insemination.

it shocks you. not because you’re a stranger to such a standard medical procedure, but because of how starkly contrasted it compares to his usual desires. it’s impersonal. would he not prefer making a baby the way he knows how? fucking it into you?

he moistens his lips and tells you the darker facets of why it agrees with him. how you don’t know what you’re getting when you subject yourself to the procedure. a complete stranger’s sperm being used on your perfect and untainted body in order to create life. who knows if they even gave you the semen of the donor you picked? what if a cruel doctor saw it fit to choose for you? that’s what he would do- in the shoes of a doctor. he’d decide none of these options were good enough for you and cum into a vial himself. fertilize you, completely without your knowing.

BUGGYYYYY!!!!!!! HIHIHIHI hello, hi hellooooo. You said Real shit and by fucking god you meant real shit.

First of all, I love how much this breaks out of what we tyically establish for anakin, because you're right it's impersonal, it's clinical, it's clean, it's everything the he considers completely un-erotic. But, you know our motto, "the question is never 'would anakin do this?' the question is 'how would he do this?'" So, let's talk about it!

cw ahead for: medkink, dubcon fantasy, noncon fantasy, impregnation kink

Honest to god, I feel this this would stem from his own personal mistrust of human medical professionals. Anakin does not like to be vulnerable, so if he's injured and in someone's care he just always prefers medical droids, he trusts them so much more because (for the most part, sans Artoo) they have no will to impose on other people's vulnerable, injured bodies. But then that gets him thinking about... vulnerability, and how much he likes seeing you be vulnerable. I like to think he tried imagining about some faceless doctor doing it and it left a bad taste in his mouth. He hates the idea of them feeling entitlement over your body like that, but him?

It's a rare thing for anakin to step out of his own shoes in fantasy, never really a stickler for day dreaming in that way, not since he was a kid, but he imagines himself as a doctor. He's masked, gloved, standing at the foot of your medical table, half hard at the sight of you in stirrups alone. He thinks about teasing his gloved fingers along your opening, probably cool and dry from being exposed like this. The way you'd jump if you werent expecting it, how you'd squeak the way you do when you're caught off guard.

"It's standard proceedure to elicit lubrication before inserting the apparatus, page 3 of the package you signed," he says. It isn't on page 3 at all, there's a tube of lube meant to go directly on the insemination device on the counter, just out of your eyeshot.

"Right, right sorry. I'm just a bit nervous," you settle back into your position.

He does decently to hide the way his breath is thin and high in his chest with arousal. when he speaks. "That's quite alright, no need to apologize." Stupid, he thinks. Stupid, girl, did you even bother to read the forms? it says nothing of the sort, you're so lucky it's him in this room with you and not some stranger who could be a lot meaner about this than he is.

He eases his finger in, god you're tight. The gloves must feel strange inside you, he doesn't miss the way you try not to squirm. You get wet easily enough, he has half a mind not to call you a slut and roughen up his pace for it. Sticking the apparatus inside you is... maker, he never thought he could get so hard. I can't tell you what it looks like in the SW universe, chrome, sleek smooth, in-fucking-human; watching it slide in goes straight to his dick. When it's deep enough there's gentle whir from the aparatus as it empties his cum inside you. He wishes it were messier, wishes you were gushing with it, who gives a fuck about efficiency if enough of his cum is being stuffed inside you to leak out of your hole. But those are impatient thoughts, the technology will do it's job, he trusts that. Soon enough, he'll get to watch you ache and swell.

This was so much fun, I've never writen med kink before! I'm gonna be so honest, appologies if there are any discrepansies with my literary usage of.. uh.. tenses. I wanted to get this idea down before I lost it. But yeah, thanks buggy!

#donnie does 👑#anakin skywalker smut #anakin smut #tw medkink #tw medical kink #tw dubcon #tw noncon

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chaotic-orphan · 10 days

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hello! i love "the stranger" so much and was wondering if you're planning to continue it?

The Stranger (4)

Read part one here

Continued from here

Hellooooo yes! Absolutely! The first half was in my drafts from febuwhump so this has been worked on in the last few months so wooooo! I forgot about this and the heretic series but now I’m like oh hon hon hon anyway, enjoy!!!!

*~*~*~*~*

“There,” said the Mayor to Hero as he walked into his office. “We did everything you asked, look, even the rug is gone to be dry cleaned. So do you wanna tell me why we had to go through this big song and dance for you, Princess?”

Hero blinked, staring out the Mayor’s window into the street below, back turned to the Mayor. “You didn’t do it for me,” they said, eyes fixing on the sky, blue cast in streaks of orange and reds.

“Then who did I do it for? Myself?” Mayor asked with a scoff. “Jesus fucking Christ. You heroes and your drama. I need a drink. You want one? Whiskey okay?”

“I’m still on the clock, sir.”

“Me too, which means we’re getting paid to drink. Isn’t that wonderful? I love politics.”

Hero rolled their eyes. “I’ll pass.”

“Suit yourself,” Mayor said as he crossed his office to a small table in the corner where his decanter of whiskey sat waiting beside two crystal clean glasses. Mayor lifted the stopper with a soft clink as he poured two fingers of the honey coloured liquid. “So how did you know that showing the kid his shadowed brains was going to work?”

Hero turned to face Mayor slowly, and shrugged. “I hoped.”

Mayor let out a bark of laughter, brown eyes meeting Hero’s. “You hoped? Come on. You gotta do better than that, Hero.”

Hero pinched their lips together looking for a better answer to give to Mayor, but honestly? Hero just hoped it would be enough to stop the compulsion or whatever was done to the boy.

Mayor nodded his head to the two leather arm chairs to the right of the window and Hero obliged his request, settling into the one opposite Mayor.

“I think because he said he had to blow his brains out in front of you,” Hero continued, brown furrowing as their thoughts processed. “It’s not a clear objective. How would they know if their brains were splattered all over your wall if they couldn’t see it for themselves?”

Mayor nodded, swirling the liquid in his glass as Hero spoke. He was far better than the last Mayor the city had, Hero thought, observing him then. He wasn’t an idiot, he was shrewd and smart. He saw things from a different perspective but you didn’t have to spell everything out for him. He could put two and two together just fine.

“So you acted on instinct, then?”

“Yes sir.”

Mayor chuckled to himself, bringing the glass to his lips. “I should give you a medal,” he said before taking a sip.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” said Hero lightly. “Besides, that kid’s death wasn’t what the intended murderer wanted.”

Mayor’s eyes narrowed slightly. “No, I was thinking the same thing.”

“If they wanted to send you a message, or me for that matter,” said Hero, eyes darkening. “Then they could be more organised than I initially imagined.”

It was Mayor’s turn to study Hero’s face as they fell into a silence. After a beat Mayor said: “you think it has something to do with your missing Vigilante?”

“I’m hoping it doesn’t,” Hero replied.

“You and your hope.”

Hero shook their head. “Honestly Mayor, sometimes it’s all I got.”

“Well that’s your job, ain’t it? Be the symbol of hope, be an inspiration. You leave the realistic side of things in the city to me, Hero, and I’ll make sure you won’t be impeded while you hunt this fucking Villain down and make him pay.”

Hero’s eyes met Mayor’s which burned like hot coals, simmering with a dark rage. Hero swallowed and nodded.

“Yes sir,” Hero said and got to their feet. They were at the door, a hand on the handle when Mayor stopped them in their tracks.

“Oh, and Hero? Don’t let the suicide kid out of custody until you find this new Villain. It’s best if we let them presume he’s dead.”

“Yes sir.”

Hero left the Mayor’s office and stepped outside city hall with a feeling of dread curling around their stomach. Vigilante should have told them about the Mayor’s kid. They should have contacted Hero, so why— there was something scratching lightly at the back of Hero’s mind, infuriating and annoying. As if every time they tried to look into the one place they couldn’t, their mind shifted their attention away from it, onto something else.

Hero should contact them. Hero did just that on the way out of city hall. They typed a quick message to Vigilante: meet me tonight? Then pocketed their phone. If Vigilante was okay they would see it, and if they weren’t… well. Hero didn’t really want to think about that.

*~*~*~*~*

Vigilante was stuck in the house when Karma was gone. They didn’t know where Karma went, but they do know that Karma had commanded them not to leave.

“Don’t try and hurt yourself. Don’t kill yourself. Don’t harm yourself or the house in anyway. You are not allowed to put your shoes on, socks are fine. The rest of your time, well,” Karma said with a horrible smile. “You can do what you please otherwise.”

When Karma left, the first thing Vigilante tried to do was leave the house. They swung open the front door and tried to step through but found they couldn’t, as if an invisible barrier was surrounding the doorframe. Vigilante threw themselves against it, over and over and over again, waiting for it to slip and crack, maybe even wear it down. Even after Vigilante had tired themselves out the barrier remained.

Vigilante turned away with a huff, cursing Karma. Their eyes strayed to the window and Vigilante crossed the distance in seconds, unlatching it and shoving the window open. Vigilante stuck their hand out, but the same invisible barrier was there, preventing Vigilante from leaving.

“Fuck!”

They couldn’t leave. They couldn’t leave! Which meant that when Karma came home Vigilante would still be in his fucking house, with no fucking shoes on and no chance to run or flee, or get help.

They were powerless, completely and utterly powerless. Who the hell could even think to win against someone with Karma’s power? What couldn’t he do? The fire boy’s face crept its way into Vigilante’s mind and they wanted to scream.

They wished Hero was here, even if Vigilante had been avoiding them recently. Even Hero was powerless against Karma’s commands. That dead look in Hero’s eyes haunted them. If Vigilante hadn’t been interesting enough then Hero and Vigilante would be dead that night on the roof.

Wait… Hero.

Karma didn’t say Vigilante couldn’t contact anyone outside the house. They didn’t say anything about calling the Hero agency, or— or Hero. Vigilante ran to the door, more specifically the table beside the door and searched for post for Karma’s address.

Nothing.

Vigilante frowned. Okay. That was fine. They just needed to do a little exploring to find Karma’s secrets. Except Karma’s house was huge, like old money huge. More like an estate than a house, with expensive looking dark wooden floors and marble countertops. In front of Vigilante was exposed brickwork that was somehow still insulated to keep in the heat.

Vigilante remembered exposed brickwork from their childhood home, how cold it had been. The damp set in towards the end of Autumn in the rain and Vigilante would be wrapped in layers trying to keep warm as the draught chilled their blood. Yet here, in Karma’s fucking house of all places, exposed brickwork was nothing more than a decorative piece. A “rustic” display.

It made something jealous and violent flare Vigilante’s chest hot, and they turned away from it before they would try to damage the wall. They should take advantage of Karma being gone. Try and find out as much about the Villain as they could so that when they escaped they could tell Hero everything.

Vigilante’s stomach tied itself into a knot at the thought of Hero. Of all the Heroes that could have been in city hall why did it have to be Hero? Vigilante’s Hero. Vigilante should have stopped Karma before he ordered that fire boy to die… God, Vigilante didn’t even know his name and Hero had to see— witness that boy…

Vigilante swallowed and shook the thought from their head. No. They couldn’t think like that. They had to do what they could right now, which was search for any information on Karma. Everything else would have to wait.

The first order of business was to find an office of some sort, or a study, or a… something else that Karma would try and hide from Vigilante. Their best bet was working from top to bottom, and that was what found Vigilante in Karma’s attic. They stood at the top of the ladder, the musty scent of boxes and storage and insulation greeting them with an uncomfortable warmth.

Okay. Nothing there.

Room one complete.

Vigilante let the ladder up and searched the rooms on the top floor. Mostly bedrooms, except for the two bathrooms. Vigilante stood in the door of Karma’s room not really wanting to enter it. Karma… there was something wrong with him, something inhuman. Vigilante grew up in the dregs where the scum of society supposedly lived; crime rates? high. Poverty? high. Death rates? high. The place where monsters were made, or so the stories went.

For Vigilante, the dregs were home. The wrong side of the city is where they grew up, and they didn’t feel unsafe walking the streets because they’re the people Vigilante grew up with, went to school with, worked with.

But looking at Karma’s room in his big, fancy house and his many guest bedrooms and all his wealth— Vigilante couldn’t help but scoff.

The good people of the city were so afraid of the scruffy riff-raff of the dregs, that they didn’t even glance at their neighbours and see the malice that hid within their own neighbourhood.

Of course, the good part of town also made people like Hero, Vigilante had to remind themselves. They’re not all Karma’s… but the fact that he was from the good tracks, the nice part of the town versus the discrimination Vigilante faced when growing up.

The irony was laughable.

Something horrible curled in Vigilante’s gut that they tried and successfully in ignoring as they rifled through Karma’s chest of drawers. That maybe Hero and Karma knew each other once… maybe they went to the same school, walked by the same neighbourhood, knew someone who knew someone who knew each other.

Vigilante forced the thought to the back of their mind as they stormed out of Karma’s room, nothing of interest lying there and slamming his stupid door closed. They didn’t even stop to let themselves think, instead they kept moving. They just had to keep moving, keep moving forward.

It’s not like Vigilante knew everyone from the dregs anyways, so it was a ridiculous thought to begin with.

The only thing that pulled Vigilante from their thoughts was when they pressed down on a handle and found resistance. The handle didn’t budge. Vigilante’s eyes squared in on it. Jackpot.

Vigilante tried again to find the same result.

Okay. Great. They should check the other rooms before coming back to it, just to make sure.

Living room, dining room, kitchen, foyer, hall, pantry, toilet, utility room.

Back to the locked door. It was in the middle of the foyer, and the walls around it were thin, maybe a narrow room like a closet? Or a stairway… maybe a basement? If Vigilante put a hammer through the wall technically they would still be in the house. Or if they somehow broke the handle off the door?

That seemed like the better option. They needed something heavy. Vigilante found a trophy from some golf tournament because of course the bastard, or one of his fucking affluent family members, plays golf.

Vigilante slammed the trophy down on the handle but stopped an inch above. Their hand trembling like before as their arm locked and Vigilante cursed, and tried again.

“No! No! Come on! Just fucking—” they cried, bringing their hand up and slamming it down again and again. “You fucking— shit!”

Vigilante stepped back, panting as they glared down at the door and the statue in their hand. A sudden, angry impulse took over and they pivoted, throwing the statue down the hall and towards a window.

Or they would have.

If their hand wasn’t glued to the fucking thing— because Vigilante wasn’t allowed to harm themselves or the house in anyway.

Vigilante put the trophy back where it was and walked to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and letting out a sigh as they ran their hands through their hair. They needed a coffee and to calm down. They couldn’t do anything else. They could find out whatever was in that room was later.

While they had peace, Vigilante made a cup of coffee that smelled so good and sat down in Karma’s stupidly comfortable couch and turned on the TV. Hero’s face flashed on the screen, a picture of them as the news anchor spoke about the attack on city hall but it still broke Vigilante’s heart. The screen flashed to the Mayor’s address again and Vigilante switched the channel with a huff.

An episode of Big Bang theory later and Vigilante stiffened. They heard a car pulling into the driveway and then the sound of an engine switching off. Door closing. Vigilante could feel their pulse rising a little, but their breath was steady so they were thankful for that.

A key slide into the lock and clicked open, then footsteps and Karma was home. Vigilante didn’t turn to look at him, they just kept staring ahead, taking care not to flinch as Karma’s steps drew closer and closer until he was right behind them.

“You know, most dogs will greet their owner as they walk through the door,” Karma said with his stupid, smug drawl.

Vigilante scoffed. “I’m not a dog.”

“Oh yeah?” Karma asked, leaning down over the couch and placing his hand on Vigilante’s head. Vigilante to their credit didn’t flinch and they wanted to celebrate that fact, until Karma said: “bark.”

The noise escaped Vigilante’s mouth before they could comprehend the command and they felt the red blush crawl from their gut all the way up their neck and to their face, burning hot.

“See? Good doggie,” Karma mocked, petting Vigilante’s hair. Vigilante pushed his hand off of them with a huff, crossing their arms over their chest. “Oh relax, Vigilante. I’m just messing with you.”

Karma didn’t command them to relax, so Vigilante could remain as stressed as they liked. Karma walked around the couch and sat down on one of the seats, nodding at the TV. Vigilante didn’t dare take their eyes off Karma now.

“Big bang theory? Didn’t know you were a nerd, Achilles.”

“Nothing else on.”

“Hmm, and you didn’t wreck the house so that’s a plus,” Karma said looking around. His eyes stopped on Vigilante’s mug on the coffee table, and he leaned forward and picked it up. He slid a coaster underneath and put the mug back down. “Were you raised in a barn?”

Vigilante didn’t answer. They stubbornly stared at the TV, tracking Karma’s movements from the corner of their eye. “Did you kill anyone today?”

Karma laughed. “No,” he said, relaxing back into the couch cushions. “I told you I wouldn’t do that without you anymore, didn’t I?”

Vigilante’s head whipped to the side in anger, eyes blazing. “You can’t—”

Karma turned his head, a smirk on his face and his cold dead eyes froze Vigilante’s protest mid sentence. He tilted his head to the side, his smirk widening.

“What? I can’t do that? I can’t make you watch? I can’t do whatever I want?”

Vigilante’s lips curled back into a snarl. “You won’t get away with it, not after your stunt in city hall.”

“You forget that I wanted what happened in city hall, to happen, Vigilante, so it did. The only reason I don’t know your civilian identity is because I let you keep your mask. You think you’d be so brave without it, hmm?”

The threat struck a chord in Vigilante’s chest that wound up tight. They kept their glare on Karma though because they had nothing to retort.

“Oh, don’t believe me? Vigilante, take off—”

“Wait!” Vigilante cried, stretching a hand out as if that would stop Karma in his tracks. To their surprise it did. Karma stopped the command, but his eyes glittered with that knowing malice. Vigilante huffed out a breath and looked away.

“See? You really want to waste your breath with threats and insults and defiance, when you know you can’t win against me?”

I can’t win, Vigilante didn’t say, but Hero can.

“It’s cute, honestly. You have that can-do hero attitude. It’s why you’re sitting on my couch in the first place if you remember, for foiling my plans of putting the saving the mayor’s kid in the hospital—”

Vigilante’s eyes narrowed. “You were trying to kill him. Don’t give me that bullsh—!”

“— but,” Karma said pointedly, cutting off Vigilante and effectively shutting them up. His eyes glowered dangerously at them. Every place they roamed over Vigilante’s face felt as if there were maggots crawling beneath it. “It would serve you well to remember: not to piss me off.”

“Oh yeah? Or what?” Vigilante hissed. They were so sick of being afraid of this fucking bastard. They wanted so badly just once to wipe his stupid smirk off his face.

Karma reclined back further into the couch, pursing his lips. “You know, Vigilante, the thing about dogs is that if you give them too much freedom they forget their place. Dogs shouldn’t be allowed on the furniture.”

Vigilante stood. “Suits me better anyways.”

“Kneel.”

Vigilante blinked and their knees had already hit the floor. They raised their head and stared up into Karma’s eyes, moving to get to their feet again when Karma spoke.

“Ah-ah, stay.”

Vigilante swallowed the whine that wanted to crawl up their throat, settling all their energy into their glare instead.

“See? Much better, now you know your place.”

“You’re such a dick.”

“Oh, you don’t know nothing yet, Vigilante. In fact,” Karma said, eyes twinkling with cruelty as he leaned forward on the couch. “I have a little trip planned for us tonight.”

Vigilante’s heart pressed against their ribs, as if it had just turned to lead and threatened to break free from their chest.

An outing planned? That meant that… someone was going to die and Vigilante would have to sit by and watch again and not be able to do anything to stop Karma again.

“No—”

“Ah, ah, ah.” Karma chided lightly, lifting his index finger and wagging it side to side as he tutted. “It’s a nice surprise. I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“I don’t want—”

“Shut up,” Karma commanded as he reached his arm back to fiddle for something in his jacket pocket. Vigilante could only stare mutely as Karma pulled out Vigilante’s own phone. He tapped the screen and then turned it to face Vigilante but he didn’t even have to.

Vigilante already knew.

The realisation settling like stones in the sea the moment Vigilante saw their phone.

Hero.

Vigilante’s bottom lip trembled, but they fought it back, biting it to stop it from quivering as they read the short message.

Meet me tonight?

Just three words, three simple words. Meeting Hero was how Vigilante was here in the first place and now Karma was going to force them to do something awful, something… well, Vigilante didn’t even want to think about it.

“Aww, puppy? You’re not happy? Your friend wants a play date.”

Vigilante shook their head, it was the only thing they could do. Karma’s smile turned cruel as he forced his lips into a mocking pout. “No? Well, I guess I’ll just go see them alone then.”

Vigilante’s hand shot out grabbing Karma’s wrist before he could turn away and shooting him a look that Vigilante hoped meant business. Karma grinned down at Vigilante, a flash of his teeth sent shivers down Vigilante’s spine but they didn’t relent.

“No? I guess it’s a date then. I’ll let Hero know.”

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desceros · 4 months

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Hellooooo I’m 20 todayyyy it’s my birthday 🥳 (12/23) and I’d like to request a birthday sex one shot with Raphael idc which era but I like his personality the best in bayverse (can’t remember if you write for them) but basically reader has a bad day at work or school and goes down to the lair to chill with Raph their boyfriend he realizes he has never asked when readers birthday is and when they say today he drops everything and immediately makes the day about them he takes them back to their apartment and draws a relaxing bath cleans and makes a simple cake (with premade mix he found in the lair kitchen) then maybe he uses the frosting as a kind of worship for reader and licks it off their body doesn’t have to fit that at all if you want to add some pizazz then go ahead but thank youuuuu ❤️❤️❤️

(Symphony is so damn good btw)

ahhhh i just got this like. an hour ago bc i've been offline all day but!!!! happy birthday!!! it isn't exactly what you asked for since i wanted to get it out today on your actual birthday, but i hope you enjoy this lil thing :D raphael/reader; gn!reader; rated m

The moment he hears you telling Leo it's your birthday, he panics.

"What are you doing?" Donnie asks, coming into the kitchen in sniffing at the air. "Are you... baking a cake?"

"I'm focusin', Don, not now," Raph grits, frantically searching through the cabinets to find the icing. Thankfully, it's inside, untouched by icing-licking brothers, so he tosses it off to the side. "Can you, uh, go distract 'em for a bit?"

Donnie rolls his eyes. "You know they're going to ask where you are?"

Raph waves him off, so off he goes.

The cake itself is done before you come sniffing around, thank goodness. However, no one ever told him about waiting until it was cool to put the icing on, and it is in the middle of his near-meltdown at how it keeps oozing down the side that you enter the kitchen, miffed to have been kept away.

"Raph, what are you—?" you ask, only to pause when you see him glaring fiercely at a very sad-looking cake, his eyes going wide when he sees you coming in. God damn it, Donnie! "...Is that for me?"

"Uh," he starts, looking at the very sad, sad cake. Straightening from where he'd hunched over to try and fix the icing, he rubs at the back of his neck. "It was supposed to be. But, uh, this one doesn't look so good, huh?"

Laughing, you come up to stand next to him, trailing a finger through the melted icing and popping it in your mouth. "It might be the ugliest thing I've ever seen. But it tastes good!" Turning to face him, you smile, getting close and tilting your mouth to his invitingly. "Plus, you made it for me. That makes it the best."

Warm, Raph bends down and kisses the sweetness from your lips. He chases after you when you go to pull away, his fingers holding your jaw to keep you close.

"Tell you what," he murmurs, pulling away only when he feels you go pliant in his hold. "How's 'bout you 'n me go back to your place. Let me give you somethin' real nice?"

"Oh, yeah? What do you have in mind?" you ask, voice warbling a little even though you try to put on a brave front. It makes him smirk to hear the weakness he can so easily put into your knees, makes him feel like he's allowed to spew all the filth he wants into your ears.

"Well first, we'll stop by someplace nice and get you a proper cake," he says, tipping your head back and placing his mouth on your throat. "Then, I'm gonna take you home and get that nice big bath of yours goin' with all those pretty smellin' things in it you like that drive me crazy."

He feels you swallow against his mouth, prompting him to sink his teeth in until you whimper. Blood rushing in anticipation, he crowds you against the counter, licking at the mark he knows he's left there now.

"Then, when you're done, I'll fish you out, and use you as a plate for us to eat a slice of that pretty cake and lick the icing off you until you come at least three times. Maybe four if you're good for me."

Trailing his hands down your front to the hem of your shirt, he lets his fingers glide along your skin as he rubs his beak down your neck to burrow his head in your shoulder, nipping along the skin the whole way before he comes to whisper in your ear. Then, with just a hint of promise, he slides his thigh between your legs, pressing up, teasing, giving you a taste of what he wants.

"That sound like a plan?"

When you nod rapidly, hands desperately clutching at the counter behind you to help keep you upright and your breath coming too-fast, he pulls away and smirks, grabbing a finger of icing and dabbing it on your cheek before he licks it off in a heady promise.

"Good. Go say goodbye to the others. 'S gonna be a day or two before you leave your apartment once I get started with ya."

#ask tag #raphael/reader #rating: m #my fic

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dirtyoldmanhole · 7 months

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@/damoselcastel was kind enough to show me a bunch of the FE:Fates visual works artbook pages the other day!

and because i am continuing to be .... brain rotted (lol) ... grabbed a copy since there was more than a few relevant pages/official artworks, and wanted to have a high res/color corrected version of these pages for art refs to slap on my reference boards! if i'm looking at them every day now for the past three months they better be accurate!!!

anyway! it came TODAY!!! :D :D pakidge

IT WASN'T EVEN SUPPOSED TO COME UNTIL THE END OF THE MONTH AAAAA

god dang this thing is THICK, now this is what i call a proper artbook! a little hard to see here but you can see by both the front and the spine that it's a chonker -- the two tellius artbooks combined are thicker but they're also a bit smaller elsewhere.

rest is under the cut b/c it's me promptly going feral :P

(and seeing who's on the spine ahhh!!! honestly that's really cool and super appropriate given his subtle plot/character relevance?! super fucking cool to keep seeing nintendo nod at him in symbolically relevant places, but not too overtly )

SPEAKING OF I SHIT YOU NOT GUESS WHICH SPREAD THIS THING FELL TO FIRST

I SHIT

YOU

NOT--

stone cold, swear to you, straight up didn't intend that but this was literally me irl then:

:')))))))))

(also HE GETS A WHOLE SPREAD???? and a turnaround?!!!!!! even freaking corrin's nohr noble design gets like an EIGHTH of the page

gunter gets treated SO WELL in this artbook i'm on the floor trying not to sob like i'm sixteen again and begging for any zihark scraps

also this is so much more high res than what's on my reference board the nitpicky artist in me is literally crying for joy about FINALLY HAVING A HIGH RES REFERENCEEEEEEEEEEE

also what the fuck the architecture is so cool???????????

THE WORLDBUILDING I AM WILDING

for real tho i remember my first conquest playthrough my jaw was on the FLOOR being genuinely amazed at how cool the worldbuilding was especially on the nohrian side with the gothic vibe and y'all don't know how useful this is going to be to replicate nohrian motifs in all of my drawings/probable comics/doujinshi/etc.

[foams at mouth]

this artbook also covers EVERYTHING

like there's a healthy amount of character work , but there's also enemy designs (always thought fate's enemy designs were unusually kickass, like some of these folks could be outright characters themselves), the architecture stuff above....

my room lines....

OH MY GOD THIS MEANS I HAVE A THIRD SET OF TRANSLATIONS I CAN CROSS REFERENCE TO FUCK YES

sorry for shitty blurriness it's just me vibrating in excitement lmao i'll upload it in the high res chunk

.....

hellooooo sir~~~~

(you knew i was going to be posting that shot >:D )

his possession CGI gets a full fucking page too ajlsjsjkskjhhjshjg

HE GETS TREATED SO GOOD HERE Y'ALL, SO MANY FULL PAGES???????????? is this what it's like to be brain rotted over a major character i will never know the feeling lul

(there's actually at least two other gunter fullbody artworks in here, those have already been scanned/uploaded properly by others so i won't post 'em here unless y'all want em!

and then lastly!

to finish it off, god this cover progress is so cool, kozaki knows what he's doing.

and i'm pretty sure gunter's linework gets changed halfway through, his expression's somewhat different than on the final! and i'll be posting that along with the other high res/cleaned up scans! just need to figure out if my scanner's gonna do a better job than my phone or vice versa.

[tries to stay composed] [fails]

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

#meta

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tokuvivor · 1 year

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Would you mind writing something for Webby and Daisy bonding?

Not at all! That sounds fun. Honestly, I would have loved to see content in-show of Daisy bonding with the kids.

Hopefully I can do Daisy justice, since this is the first time I’m really writing for her.

I give you…

Kickin’ It with You

Originated from this post.

Donald had invited Daisy over for lunch. That was the good news. The not-so-good news was, there didn’t seem to be anyone in the mansion when Daisy opened the door. Mansion. She was still blown away by that.

“Hellooooo? Donnie? Anyone?”

Then she remembered. Donald had told her that most of the family would be out on some sort of expedition today, so they’d largely have the place to themselves. And almost on cue, Daisy heard her phone buzzing. She dove a hand into her bag and pulled it out. It was a text from Donald.

Sorry Daisy. Running a little late. Held up at the dry cleaners, waiting on my sailor suit.

It’s fine, Donald. Things happen. I can wait for you.

So Daisy waited. But time wasn’t exactly passing by that quickly.

‘My, this is quite the place Donald’s uncle has got,’ she thought to herself. ‘I don’t necessarily have to wait for Donald to give me a tour. I can take a look around myself.’

A bit inauspiciously, Daisy began to check out her surroundings. She was just about to turn back towards the front door, when she heard a faint shout of, “Hi-ya!”

That was odd. Daisy decided to investigate the unknown individual, clearly wrapped up in fighting something.

As she ventured down the hall, the exclamations got louder and louder. She eventually got to what was clearly some sort of training room, and right in the middle of it, she saw a girl about Donald’s nephews’ age wailing away at a punching bag, switching between attacking with her hands and her feet, throwing a couple flips in for good measure.

Daisy was rather intrigued, so she decided to stay and watch. After a while, the girl finished, panting heavily.

“Wow. Very impressive.”

The girl had no idea she was being watched, jerking her head towards the doorway to see the older duck looking at her, smiling. Her face flushed red with embarrassment.

“Oh! Uh, thank you. I hadn’t expected anyone to be watching me practice my kickboxing. Unless Granny stopped in to check on me.”

Daisy chuckled. “Hey, it’s fine. I didn’t mind watching. I love your technique.”

The girl beamed. “Thanks! I’ve been doing it since I was 4. Among other fighting techniques. Oh! I’m Webby, by the way!” She dropped her gloves and extended a hand towards Daisy.

“Well, it’s very nice to meet you, Webby. I’m Daisy.” She shook Webby’s outstretched hand. “I was supposed to meet Donald here for lunch, but he’s held up with dry cleaning.”

Webby gasped. “Wait. You’re Uncle Donald’s girlfriend?!”

“Well, yes, I suppose you could say that,” Daisy replied. “What relation exactly are you to him, anyway?”

“I’m best friends with his nephews!” Webby chirped. “Though they see me more as their sister. So by that logic, I call him “Uncle”, too!”

Daisy was both blown away and completely touched by the sentiment. Just when she didn’t think she could admire Donald any more…

“You know, I’ve actually done some kickboxing myself as a form of stress relief,” Daisy piped up.

“Really?” Webby asked. “That’s so cool! Hey, why don’t you give it a try?”

“Oh, no, I couldn’t possibly…” Daisy began.

“Come on, I insist! There’s an bigger pair of gloves right over there.”

Webby really wanted to see what Daisy could do, and Daisy couldn’t let the girl down. So she set down her bag, removed her heels, and put on the gloves.

Daisy approached the punching bag. ‘Here we go,’ she thought to herself. She started in with a few jabs, then brought her left foot up to kick the bag. She repeated the process, but kicked with her right foot instead.

It felt a bit weird to Daisy doing it in a dress. She would’ve brought a change of clothes if she’d known. But it wasn’t hampering her kick that much, so she continued.

Pretty soon, she was getting into a steady rhythm of kicks and punches, even working a little sidestep into the routine. This was fun!

Webby sat cross-legged on the floor, watching Daisy with wide eyes.

At the end of her routine, Daisy stepped back. “Woo!” she exclaimed. “What a rush!”

“That…was…incredible!” squeaked Webby, jumping up to her feet. “I love how intense you got during that!”

“Thank you,” Daisy smiled. “It was rather strange for me to be doing it in a dress, though.”

“You get used to it!” Webby responded. “It might be the length of the skirt that’s an issue for you, though.”

Daisy looked down at her dress. “I suppose you’re right. Perhaps I could make a skirt to work out in for myself.”

“Ooh, that sounds cool!” agreed Webby. “And I’d love to do this again with you sometime! If you don’t mind, that is.”

Daisy looked down at Webby sweetly. “I think we could work something out.”

#ducktales #webby vanderquack #daisy duck #two characters prompt #ducktales fanfiction

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sym-phony-official · 7 months

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"Hellooooo! You're speaking to YUME of sym-PHONY, how may I entertain you today? Hehe, all silliness aside, it's niiice to meet you! I'm the leader and main vocalist here for sym-PHONY! I like all things sweet, nerdy, and colorful! My favorite food is homemade pancakes and I prefer enjoying them in the presence of people I love! Oh! I also loooove collecting things, be it figures, plushes, or just general assorted stuff like cool rocks I find while walking around! Hehe, Toshiki is motioning for me to finish it up so lemme end this by saying thank you for taking the time to read this and I hope you'll stay with us for the ride that is life and enjoy the fruits of our labor!"

Never lacking energy, Kanae is always making new friends and finding himself lost in large spaces. He’s a free-spirited and easygoing individual most of the time, but when he needs to get things done he cracks down on the fun and gets to business quickly. Kanae sings with an unforgettable, powerful voice destined to ingrain itself into every onlooker's memory. His performances are grand and eccentric, often involving messes being left behind for the rest of the unit to help him clean up. His stage name is YUME. Kanae is the leader of sym-PHONY at CORE VEIL.

Kanae Suzuki

叶永進来

YUME

Age: 21

Height: 168cm

Weight: 54kg

Blood Type: B

Birthday: 07/31

Hobby: Figure collecting

Specialty: Making strange sounds

CV: Shirai Yusuke

Hex Code: #B4A3C9

#ensemble stars oc #ensemble stars #enstars oc #enstars #sym-phony #fan unit #visual kei #vkei #original character #oc #Suzuki Kanae #introductions

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aww-writing-no · 1 year

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For @winterhawkbingo Round 4, Square N4: Stuck in an elevator

Ao3 Link

Elevé:

"I told you we should have taken the stairs," Bucky said to Clint with his hands on his hips. "I said it looked like a death trap and we'd be lucky if we only got stuck instead of plummeting to our deaths and look, here we are. Stuck. And possibly about to plummet to our deaths."

Clint leveled him with a glare. "Bucky, I am on crutches. I wasn't going to take the stairs when there was an elevator right there!"

"You've been on crutches for like a month now. Two flights of stairs isn't going to kill you," Bucky countered. "This elevator might, on the other hand."

Clint rolled his eyes. "Would you stop being so dramatic? We're not going to die in an elevator."

"How do you know that? We might get stuck here forever and starve to death. They won't find our desiccated corpses until they finally get around to condemning the elevator because we're the only fools who decided to use this deathtrap."

"Oh, I see we're being extra dramatic now," Clint said dryly.

"I'm just being realistic."

"Riiiiight." Clint rolled his eyes again. "Because nobody from the company is going to notice that we're missing? It might take longer for them to notice I'm not there since I'm not expected at the rehearsal tonight, but you're kind of a lead in one of the acts. Pretty sure they'd notice if you don't make it. I'll pay good money that Steve is here trying to rip the elevator doors from their hinges within the hour."

"Given the state of this elevator, he'd probably manage it," Bucky grumbled.

Clint was about to open his mouth to complain about Bucky's complaining when there was a loud thud from the top of the elevator. It sounded like something heavy had landed on the elevator.

"Ten bucks says that's Steve," Clint said, looking up at the ceiling.

Bucky smirked. "You're on. That's way too heavy to be Steve."

There was a scraping noise as one of the ceiling panels was dragged off. "Hellooooo," Wade called, sticking his head through the hole in the ceiling. "Did someone call the cavalry for a rescue?"

Clint sighed heavily as Bucky held out his hand. He reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet and handed Bucky a ten dollar bill.

"Told you it was too heavy to be Steve," Bucky said smugly.

Wade gasped theatrically. "Are you calling me fat?" he wailed, breath hitching in an obviously fake sob. "I climbed into an elevator shaft to rescue you and you, you thank me by calling me fat? Oh, the injustice!"

Clint rolled his eyes at Wade's dramatics while Bucky put his face in his hands.

Wade took that opportunity to swivel around on top of the elevator and drop in, feet first. He brought a large cloud of dust and dirt with him.

"Ugh," Clint coughed, waving his hand futilely as he tried to clear the air. "Did you have to bring an entire dust storm with you?"

"I mean, this deathtrap has probably never been cleaned," Bucky grumbled, holding his sleeve over his mouth and nose.

"Would you stop it with the deathtrap thing?" Clint snapped.

"Nah, he's right," Wade said, looking thoughtfully at the ceiling. "This thing really is a death trap. There are things I saw in that elevator shaft that cannot be unseen. It's a cursed knowledge. I'll never be the same man again. If we even make it out alive."

"Are you kidding me right now!?"

Clint couldn't believe Wade was siding with Bucky. Well, except for the fact Wade always sided with whatever caused the most chaos, so Clint supposed he could believe Wade was siding with Bucky. He was still going to be mad about it, though. "Also, how do you propose to get us out of here?"

Wade looked at Clint guiltily.

"You wanted us to climb back through the ceiling, didn't you?"

Wade looked at his feet. "Uhh, maybe?"

"I. Am. On. Crutches," Clint said, thumping the floor of the elevator after each word with said crutches for emphasis. "Why is this so difficult to remember? I got pulled from the entire season; I think that would be pretty noticeable."

"Out of sight, out of mind?" Wade supplied, then clapped his hands over his mouth when Clint leveled him with a glare. "Sorry, uhhhh..."

"I didn't forget you're on crutches," Bucky said when Wade clearly couldn't find an answer. "I just knew this thing was a deathtrap and figured you'd rather hop your way up a couple flights of stairs than die in an elevator. Clearly I was mistaken."

Clint let out a long-suffering sigh. "You could have taken the stairs without me."

"And let you get trapped in an elevator alone? What kind of friend do you think I am?"

"The kind that's hoping for a little dick action when you get stuck in the elevator?" Wade suggested.

Both Clint and Bucky stared at him with horror.

"I mean, don't let me stop you," Wade said, waving his hands in the air. "I'll cover my eyes even, if that'll make you feel better."

"Wade," Bucky said, closing his eyes briefly, "we are not having sex in a malfunctioning elevator. We were never planning on having sex in this elevator. I don't know where you get these ideas."

"I mean, why else would you follow Clint into an elevator that looks like it's gonna fall apart at any minute?" Wade asked like it was the most reasonable question in the world.

While Bucky was opening and closing his mouth like some kind of overgrown koi fish, Clint asked Wade, "why did you climb through an elevator shaft into this elevator, then?"

Wade frowned as if confused by Clint's question.

"To watch you two boning in the broken elevator, of course."

Bucky made a choking noise.

"I mean, I'd also be down for a threesome if you're interested," Wade added, rolling his hips in what was probably the least seductive manner in existence.

"Oh my god," Clint muttered, wondering vaguely if he was having a really vivid nightmare right now. "We're not having sex in an elevator, and we're definitely not having a threesome in an elevator."

"You sure?" Wade asked, wiggling his eyebrows in a manner about as seductive a manner as his hip shimmy.

Clint couldn't decide if he was more insulted or horrified that Wade thought he'd be attracted to that.

"Very sure," Bucky told him.

"The most sure," Clint seconded.

"Your loss," Wade said with a shrug, tossing his head. He didn't have enough hair for a hair flip, but it was clear what effect he was going for.

Clint blinked slowly. "I think I can live with that," he said.

"I know I can live with that," Bucky said, edging as far away from Wade as he could get in the cramped elevator.

The three of them were all staring at each other with varying degrees of horror when they heard a loud clang from outside the elevator. A scraping noise began outside the elevator doors, and the three of them stared at the doors with anticipation.

"Ten bucks says that's Steve," Clint said, looking at Bucky.

Bucky shook his head. "I'm not taking that bet. Ten bucks says he gets through the doors of this deathtrap in less than five minutes."

Clint considered that for a moment. "You're on," he said, figuring it would take Steve at least five minutes to pry the doors apart with whatever random tool he'd found for the job. "The deal is negated if he got help from the fire department or something, though. If there are professionals involved, that doesn't count."

"Deal," Bucky said, holding out his hand for Clint to shake.

They had just finished shaking on it when the elevator doors slid open with the ear-splitting scream of rusty metal.

"Hey guys," Steve said, sticking his head through the opening. "You need a hand?"

Clint looked at the mismatched floors of the elevator and the hallway. The floor Steve was standing on was higher than the elevator by at least a foot.

Before Clint could answer, Wade yelled, "yeah, 'cause they refuse to have a threesome in this elevator with me, which I'm finding rather hurtful".

"Okay, I'm out of here," Bucky said, rushing to the elevator doors and scrambling out as fast as possible.

Clint was left standing there with Wade, feeling a little bit betrayed. It would have been nice if Bucky had stayed to help him out of the elevator instead of running away at the first opportunity. It wasn't like Clint had forced him to get in the elevator in the first place.

"I, uhh, could actually use a little help," Clint admitted, shifting his weight from side to side.

"Don't worry, I got you," Wade said confidently, sidling up next to Clint. "I'm a pro at this, after all."

"You're a pro at breaking into elevators and getting stuck with the people you're trying to rescue?" Steve asked with wry amusement.

Wade stuck his tongue out at Steve.

"No, I'm a pro at sweeping handsome and well-built men off their feet," he said, picking Clint up by the waist and depositing him on the floor outside the elevator.

Steve grabbed Clint's arms to steady him while he recovered from the shock.

"A little warning next time?" Clint snapped at Wade who had hopped out of the elevator behind him.

"I thought that was a warning," Wade told him with a frown. "Why else would I tell you I'm a pro at sweeping men off their feet?"

"Because you're a maniac with no sense of decorum?" Steve asked, letting go of Clint's arms to look at Wade thoughtfully.

Wade spluttered indignantly. "I can't believe you would spread such lies about me!"

Clint rolled his eyes and whacked Wade's leg lightly with the leg of his crutch. "You're the one who suggested we have a threesome in the elevator. Repeatedly."

"You wound me," Wade gasped, hand splayed over his heart dramatically. "Physically too," he wailed, reaching down to grasp his leg where Clint had bumped him and putting the back of his other hand across his forehead like some kind of tragic Victorian maiden. He hopped around like this for a few seconds, clutching his leg and making woeful noises until Steve grabbed him by the shoulders and spun him out the door.

Clint was still staring out the door, trying to figure out what had just happened when Steve said, "I can't believe Bucky followed you into that elevator".

He turned to look at Steve, who was studying him with intense concentration. It felt a bit like Steve was trying to stare into his soul.

"What do you mean?" Clint asked, suddenly nervous for reasons he couldn't explain. Something about Steve's expression and Bucky taking off like a rocket was setting off quiet alarm bells in the back of Clint's brain.

"Clint," Steve said, looking directly into his eyes as Clint tried not to fidget, "Bucky's claustrophobic. He hates elevators."

"Oh," Clint said, more of a sigh than a statement. That... that made sense, he thought as memories slotted into place. The deathtrap comments, and Bucky running off, and the way he always took the stairs if he could help it. The way he always paused before stepping into an elevator, the way he maneuvered himself to be on the outside of the couch when they cuddled, it all made sense now. How had Clint missed that?

"But why would he get in with me, then?" Clint mused.

Steve stared at him for a long moment before looking around.

"Because he's in love with you, Clint."

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