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thevoidstaredback · 26 days

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Enough Caffeine to Kill an Elephant

Listen. It was an accident. He didn't mean to! It just kinda happened.

So maybe he brought a drink with enough caffeine in it to kill an elephant within a few minutes, and maybe he forgot to put the sleeve on his cup so he could tell it apart from the others, but it's not his fault! He didn't think anyone else was going to have the exact same Yeti cup as him! It's not like he'd seen any of the others carry one before. Besides, he worked with superheros. They should be smart enough to check before drinking someone else's drink.

Danny had been summoned by the Justice League Dark a few years back in order to help with a world ending crisis and he just didn't leave. It's not like he could go anywhere anyway. His ghost half hadn't grown past fourteen and his human half had stopped visibly aging at eighteen. He'd had to leave town as Danny Fenton, but he'd stayed in Amity Park as Danny Phantom. When his parents died of old age, thank god, he'd closed down the portal, stuck around for a few more years, before traveling the world as Danny Fenton.

Anyway, he'd taken up residence in the House of Mysteries after the JLD had summoned him. Constantine, at first, had been wary, but he and the rest of the JLD had grown to accept him. He was an honorary member of the team.

At some point, just after Robin had become Red Robin, Danny had been introduced to the Justice League. He liked those guys, too, and worked with them sometimes. Though, he usually only went to bug them.

Red Robin had been very interested in the fact that his was fourteen and working with grown heros, like he was one to talk, but Danny hadn't explained anything other than saying that he had died and come back. The following conversation was an interesting one that lead to Danny knowing that Nightwing was the Batman he'd met and that Batman was lost somewhere. He'd confirmed that the man was not dead, but he hadn't offered to help look for him. He probably should have, in retrospect.

Back on topic! Everyone in the JLD knew not to touch Danny's drink. They'd all seen him make it before and had been horrified on varying degrees. It's not like it could kill him. He's already half dead! So long as he only drank this specific brew as Phantom, he'd be fine.

The Justice League, apparently, didn't get the memo. He blames Constantine because Zatanna and Raven can do no wrong. No, John, he's not biased.

The point is, Red Robin just had a sip of Danny's drink. The horror he now felt was akin to the fear he held when he'd told his parents he was Phantom. (An interaction that had gone very well, thank you very much.)

Danny knew the exact moment that the vigilante realized he grabbed the wrong drink. His eyes widened to an astonishing degree, and, if he'd been able to seen his eyes behind the mask, Danny knew that the man's pupils would've completely overtaken the irises. His hands started shaking, too. Oh, no. The man's already addicted to hellish amounts of coffee. This is only going to make it worse!

Quickly, and without drawing any attention, thank the Ancients, Danny rushed over. "You, um, you okay, man?" Obviously not, but he tends to talk when he's anxious and he was certainly anxious right now. He could've possibly just killed a man via poison!

"What the fuck is in this coffee?" Red Robin asked, going to take another sip.

Danny pulled the Yeti from his hand and gave him the proper one. "Enough caffeine to kill an elephant."

"Obviously not, seeing as I'm still alive."

"Yeah, I can't tell if that's a good thing or not."

"Excuse me?"

"I-I mean-! I didn't-! You know what I mean." Caffeine is poisonous in excess, and his drink was way beyond excess, but it's the only thing that works for him as a ghost! Superpowered metabolism and all that.

"Do I?" The laugh in his voice answered for him. He took a sip from his drink and frowned at it. "I don't think any coffee will ever be enough again."

"And that's my cue to get my drink very far away from you." Danny turned, fully intent on moving to the other side of the room. Besides, the meeting was going to start as soon as the Flash and Kid Flash arrived, which would be soon. Something about one of their Rouges getting out?

"What?" Red Robin asked, "Why?" If he was a little desperate to get another sip of that coffee, he'd rather not acknowledge it.

"Because you don't need anymore lethal coffee," he muttered, "The sip you took will already keep you awake for three days at least, and it probably jump started an addiction. Best to stop it now. Besides, I need to go have my crisis on how the hell you're still alive after even a sip of this stuff."

"Again, rude." The bird themed vigilante crossed his arms as best he could while holding his cup. "If it's so dangerous, why do you drink it?"

Danny took a deliberate sip as he locked eyes with the technically younger man. "I'm dead. I don't need to worry about my heart stopping or having a seizure."

"Excuses."

"No, it's not 'excuses'. I'm saving your life."

"You're a kid. If I can't have that coffee, then you shouldn't be having it."

"First, I'm older than you. Second, I already told you: I'm dead. This isn't going to hurt me. Third, you can't tell me what to do."

"There's no way you're older than me. You're like, ten."

"I'm thirty-eight!" He balked, "I only look fourteen because I died when I was fourteen. We've been over this."

Neither noticed the entire Justice League looking at them. The two they were waiting on had arrived a few minutes ago and everyone was ready to start the meeting, but they'd been distracted by the two's conversation. Was that true? Had Phantom really died so young? They'd all been made aware he was not living, but they didn't think he'd died so young! Though, that was probably the denial speaking.

The Justice League Dark had been fully aware of this and didn't really bat an eye. Though, someone should probably get this meeting started. A potentially world ending threat was the topic, and that was a pretty important thing to discuss.

Captain Marvel was the first to pull himself together, though that was only after Atlas and Zeus had mentally slapped him out of his stupur. "As, ah, riveting as this conversation is," he stepped between the two boys- er, boy and man? "we really need to start this meeting."

Batman did not clear his throat because he'd not lost his voice in the first place. "He's right. Everyone take your seats."

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xueyidweams · 15 days

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rambling once again (aventurine x cat-person gn!reader) (this kind of pattern is what I’m talking about.) (read more bc this became quite long, sorry!!!)

Aventurine in his life of working for the IPC has come across a lot of stealers or kids trying to find their food for the day. he usually gives them some money and send them on their way. however, he really didn’t expect for someone to try and rob him in Penacony, in the dreamscape no less. Somehow he didn’t sense the man hurling himself towards him and grunted in surprise as he was pushed down, before he could even open his eyes the man was off of him and running away with claw marks all over him.

dumbfounded, he gets up and looks around, only to find two cat eyes staring at him… except they weren’t a cat… well.. half cat half person? He thought the species went extinct long ago. though, you were living proof of the opposite. you helped him sit up, he felt your claws brush against his knuckles and you felt the coolness of his rings on your paw-hand. observing his every move with utmost attention, your feline eyes following his every mimic and body movement.

“well thank you kind stranger—“ you accidentally cut him off as you smell him closely and realize who he is, he smells just like those bastards from the IPC! way too rich to be true smelling! your ears curl backwards and you pull yourself away hastily as you run away from him. He blinks as he sees you run, so fast… is this why the IPC hunts you all down like you’re all one of a kind? He yells after you, “Hey wait! just listen to me, please!“ you look back at him, your teeth snared and your pupils as slanted as they can be, “leave me alone IPC scum!”

you turn a few corners and your eyes widen in horror to see a dead end… what the hell, you know this place like the back of your hand! did they build this just now or have you been hanging in the unfinished part for way too long? the hairs on your tail stand up and your ears curl back as you hear his footsteps, taking a step back your back meets the wall with an oomph.

“Hey look— don’t be so hostile, we don’t have to be enemies. you can trust me.” yeah right. with those eyes? they’re unnervingly pretty and somehow frightening. your gut is telling you to run but your heart is hammering way too fast in your chest and the sound is drowning out his voice and you feel like everything you’ve had to endure to not fall into IPC’s slimy hands again has all been for nothing and—

you feel a hand on your arm, you look up and meet his eyes. then you feel the warm tears staining your cheeks, your tail hugs your leg as your ears droop, “look. please don’t give me up to them, i’ll literally do anything. do you want any dirty work done? i can do it! please just leave me alone, i don’t want to go back i can’t go back!” you see his eyes… soften somehow. to him, you’re a stark reminder of who he was, maybe still is. the way you fight so hard to protect the most precious thing to you, your freedom reminds him so much of the unsavory memories that he doesn’t notice he is squeezing your arm a bit hard and some of the fur is stuck on his rings. you flinch and grimace and he untangles your fur from his rings, he pulls his hands off of you.

he coughs in his hand and looks at you once more, voice softer yet firm. “im not going to hurt you or give you up. that’s not my job anyways. i just wanted to thank you, for helping even though it could put me in serious hot water. cats hate water right?” you half rolls your eyes at his teasing remark, “yeah yeah pretty boy, cough up some cash if you want to thank me. thanks for not turning me in but empty sentiments won’t feed me when i have to wake up from this dream.”

he smiles and takes off the ring from his index finger, he looks at you, “can i hold your hand?” you feel a slight warmness spreading through your face and squint your eyes, “fine but don’t try anything funny!” he chuckles and takes your hand in his gently, “wouldn’t dream of it.” he slips the ring on your ring finger, winking at you. “you can sell this for at least five hundred thousand credits, plenty to eat hm?” you look at your finger, the ring and at him as your heart does summersaults in your ribcage. you’ve never… even as a tease you’ve never been flirted with this is—

he takes advantage of your stupor and strokes your shoulder, squeezes slightly and gives you a smile. “you haven’t seen me and i haven’t seen you, yes?” you nod, speechless but thankful. he turns around and you finally get your voice back, “wait!” he looks back, his eyes watching you with interest. he raises his eyebrows, “thank you. i dont know what else to say but i’ll never forget this. and i wasnt’… joking when i said i could do your dirty work. so if you need something and i can get it done, i’ll do it free of charge.” you manage to tumble out as your voice trembles a bit, still shocked. his smile returns, “I’ll think about it, maybe fate will make us cross paths again huh?” he gives a little wave and starts walking, “oh also, do take care of your fur, it’s rather soft.”

you look dumbfounded, your face morphing from surprised to angry to flustered but he has already left. you look at your ring finger again and play with the ring, maybe the aeons have pitied you now?

‘he’s really pretty…’

you think to yourself as you pocket the ring and think of all the fish, meat and bread you’re gonna eat. and maybe you’ll try that soul glad thing.

#should i continue this?#hsr aventurine #honkai star rail #aventurine #aventurine x male reader #aventurine x reader #hsr x reader #aventurine honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader

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milkratz · 1 year

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Loving Johnny wasn’t exactly planned, and honestly, it took a really long time for Ghost to notice just how deep he had fallen.

There wasn’t anything spectacular happening when Ghost realized just how fucked he was. He had made his way to the mess hall, sat down with his plate of food, and then reached out to hand Soap the admittedly stale, but arguably best part of their meal, bread roll. Only to stop. Because Soap wasn’t beside him

Because Soap was on a mission. And not here to bug Ghost for his bread- Though, now that he thinks about it, he can’t remember the last time Johnny asked for his bread. He just... got used to giving it to him. Even though the bread was the best part of the meal.

Ghost stared at the roll in his hand, a small frown on his face. Come to think of it, this wasn’t the weirdest thing that’s been happening. There were a lot of things that weren’t adding up when it came to Soap.

Like how Ghost let Soap rest his head on his shoulder, even going as far as to push the sweaty hair that fell into Soap’s face. How his eyes would trace Soap’s sleep-swollen face, his heavy lidded eyes, his roughened voice and thickened accent when he awoke in the morning. Or the way he’d silently sniff the air around Soap, trying to take in the scent of his cologne; Somehow, the smell had become familiar and comforting, making Ghost feel safe, almost.

How their conversations were easy. Ghost didn’t feel stilted around him, even laughing. The wit flew easy from his tongue, their banter casual and exciting. How they’d sit together in the common room, or recreation room, the silence comforting, Soap’s pencil or pen scratching at the paper of his journal, Ghost simply enjoying the silence with a cup of tea, that Soap brewed in the shitty little military-funded kitchen. The tea was halfway decent, for tea leaves that could kill a small child.

The way Soap’s boisterous laughter drove away Ghost’s lingering thoughts. His wide grin, leaking manic energy. His chaos. The way his face went stone-cold when they were on a mission, but how his eyes lit up with excitement in the heat of the field. Oh god, his eyes. Like droplets of the bluest ocean, shining with that dangerous gleam. His tanned skin, plump lips, how Ghost’s eyes would follow the shape of his-. Ghost flushed at the thought. The roll in his hand felt more like a stone.

Fuck. He was in love.

#soapghost #ghostsoap #simon ghost riley #soap mactavish #john soap mactavish #cod mw2 #ghost cod #should i continue this?

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boyakishantriage · 8 months

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"They were called concentration camps. And it wasn't to enrich the species. Don't know where the hell you got that from, "historian." "

She'd spat out the statement like poison, bitter as she displayed the images. Bodies mutilated, people beated, starving, thin and pale as the snow around them.

"What-"

"This group were Jews, the soldiers were called Nazis, specifically National Socialist German Workers' Party. They were humans, but back then. Well back then they were Nazis."

She'd leaned back into her seat, nestling herself into the chair. Letting the history obsessed alien absorb her words.

"So Sampson lied?"

"If you mean Sampson Limberdov, he's a neo nazi. The last generation of Nazi before we'd hunted them down set up a new group. Doesn't really matter, all you need to know."

The slideshow showed the fearful eyes of the hung up man.

"He's not human. He's a mass murdering rapist pedophilic terf mother fucker. Creating four seperate cults that ended the lives of fourteen thousand youths."

"That's. You're lying."

She looked at the alien in the eye.

"Why would I lie?"

They were called Orsi, from the planet Osmo. A species who'd been the second wave of species to join the Federation, one of the most prevalent historical archivists. And she'd explained.

"This has no evidence-"

"I'd say the human race telling you this last being enough evidence."

She pushed another button.

"85 million dead. Of a population of 1.2 billion people, sure, it might just be a tiny fraction. But considering the largest death count from a war was during the time of Rome. At least a thousand years before world war two. We weren't going to forget anytime soon."

Rising to her feet, she pushed another button.

"You've heard of our genocides, wars, pandemics. So much death and destruction leading to today. 5 hundred thousand years since world war two. And you want to say I'm lying about all the deaths?"

Leaning in close, eyes tear less as she looked down at the bird.

"I didn't say that. It's just... Why didn't they tell us?"

She snorted, lighting her cigarette.

"Hell if I know. Probably because your sources were Nazis."

"What is a Nazi anyways?"

"National Socialist German Workers' Party"

"I mean yeah, but-"

"So. A really long time ago, humanity was a bunch of apes running from predators..."

#humans are space orcs #tag #Triage #History lost #Lore shit #writing #Should I continue this?

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stanchett · 1 year

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Hey, I saw your post about requests and I wanted to ask if I could request a fic with Larissa and f reader. Reader is very shy about Larissa and Larissa thinks she is trying to hide something (maybe that she is up to no good) but in reality reader is just trying to hide her massive crush on Larissa? thank you <33

Thanks so much for the prompt!! I hope this is alright :)

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Nervous

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Larissa Weems made you nervous. That much was obvious, if only to you. Every time you passed her in the hallway, you all but held your breath until you were safely several paces past her. Especially when her choice in perfume made your head spin anytime you got a whiff. It didn’t help when she stared you down as you passed, almost like she could sense something was off about you. Her kind eyes and sweet smile kept her speculation guarded, however, so you never caught on that it hurt her feelings when you would hardly look her way.

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Being the newest hire at Nevermore, you knew your 90-day review was coming up, and quickly. You practically counted the days on your calendar, both eager and overwhelmingly anxious to have any sort of one-on-one time with the principal. She made your hands clammy, your voice shake and your thoughts clouded. You couldn’t help yourself. From the moment your interview for the position began, you knew you would be head-over-heels for the statuesque woman who now haunted your dreams in the best way.

Your review was 3 days away when you got an email from Principal Weems, reminding you to be in her office on Tuesday at 8am sharp. Your heart dropped, wondering if you should reply or just show up at her door when the time came. Tapping your pen on your desk, you decided on a curt reply of, “I’ll be there!!” and prayed your nervousness didn’t translate through the screen. As your students filed into the classroom for the day’s lesson on Outcast History, you dismissed the message from your mind and shut your laptop, picking up a green dry-erase marker. “Textbooks open to chapter 3 please! Let’s begin..” Your students listened with poorly-disguised disinterest as you outlined the coming chapter for them, your heart beating in time with the ever-ticking clock in the corner of the room.

The next day and a half passed you by in a blur. It was Monday night and you were depleted from the day you had; a typical Monday, your least favorite day of the week, the only exception being your confrontation with the principal thanks to a few students who made it their goal to disrupt the class and make your afternoon a living hell. You didn’t enjoy punishing your students, but you couldn’t help replaying that portion of the day in your head.

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After a sudden outcry from the back row of the classroom, you stood from your seat and scanned the students along the wall. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, aside from a clearly panicked young girl with her knees squeezed to her chest at her desk. Three boys were giggling under their breaths, and out of the corner of your eye you spotted a charcoal-colored spider scurrying into a crack in the floor. You took a deep breath and asked your teaching assistant to take charge of the lesson; you had no choice but to escort the troublemakers to the principal’s office. “You three, come with me. Let’s pay a visit to Principal Weems, shall we?” The deviants’ snickering quickly subsided as they gathered their belongings and trudged down the halls behind you, a small sense of relief overcoming you in knowing they couldn’t see the flush already coming over your cheeks at the thought of being in the presence of your crush.

You stopped at the looming set of mahogany doors before you, almost hesitating to knock. Shaking off your nerves, you tapped your knuckles against the wood. A soft “Come in,” resounded from the other side, and you pried a door open to find Larissa typing away on her laptop. Peering over the screen, a smile spread across her features, and you thought you would melt on the spot. Reeling in your feelings for the principal, you motioned for the delinquents to follow after you into the room. The last of the three tried to turn heel and run, but you quickly grabbed him by the backpack and dragged him in behind the others. The stunt pulled you back to reality as well. You cleared your throat as the group of you approached Weems’ desk, their heads all hung in shame.

“Maybe you three would like to explain to Principal Weems why you think it’s appropriate to conjure spiders and harass your fellow classmates in the middle of a lesson instead of paying attention.” The principal’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, this being the first incident since your start at Nevermore. She looked to you, then to the young offenders, then back to you.

After a long silence, one of them piped up, “We were just messing around.. We’re sorry,” followed by a chorus of apologies from the others. The principal, satisfied with their remorse, folded her hands on her desk and addressed the students directly.

“Very well, you three will be serving detention with Ms. Y/L/N tomorrow afternoon. Please return to class and do your best to behave.” You turn to leave with them, more than ready to release the breath you had been holding since entering her office. “Miss Y/L/N, might I have a word with you?” You felt your blood run cold. She wanted to speak to you. Alone. You had been mentally preparing for your meeting in a day’s time, but her sudden request caught you off guard. You swallowed and turned back to her, avoiding her gaze.

“Yes Principal Weems?” She stood from her place at her desk, carefully pacing around to its front where she leaned back against it and crossed her arms only a few feet from you.

“Is there a particular reason you’ve been avoiding me as of late? Myself and the rest of the staff have been nothing but accommodating to you, and yet I get the sense that, perhaps, it isn’t enough. Am I wrong?” A concerned expression crosses her features, and you feel your heart break into a million pieces. You never meant to come across that way. You only wanted to keep your distance due to your shyness - and massive crush - and she interpreted it as you being standoffish. “Or perhaps.. There’s something you’re keeping from me?”

You hesitantly took a step forward, “N-no Ms. Weems, I don’t mean to come off that way at all!!” You spoke with your hands, as though they would help you verbally defend yourself, “I’ve just been.. Focused on my work, that’s all. I’m still adjusting to my new schedule and surroundings, it’s nothing personal.” You let out a nervous laugh. You couldn’t tell her the truth, she couldn’t know about how you practically fell in love with her the first time you set eyes on her. In a sudden burst of confidence from your false confession, you took the risk of letting your eyes wander up her figure, taking in her curves and porcelain skin. Her long fingers gripping her biceps in anticipation of your excuse. You flushed when you reached her eyes, already glued to you with an eyebrow raised in a silent question. She saw you check her out. You contemplate jumping out the nearest window when she steps forward and gestures to the door, implying you follow her.

“Thank you for easing my worries, Ms. Y/L/N. I’m glad we were able to clear things up between us,” she rests her hand on the knob, turning toward you to tower over you only inches away, her perfume invading your senses, “Oh, and Y/N?” You shyly look up at her through your eyelashes, embarrassment still written all over your face. Your name sounded heavenly on her lips. She leans down to your ear, her breath ghosting over its shell causing you to shiver. You hope to god she doesn’t notice. “See you tomorrow,” she whispers, her husky voice low enough for only you to hear. Pulling away with a knowing smirk, she opens the door to release you. Stumbling past its frame, you fail to notice the way she watches your backside as you all but run down the hallway. You’re too busy trying not to faint on your way back to your now-empty classroom.

#this was a little rushed i apologize #it's not my best #but I'm posting it anyway #should i continue this?#chapter 2 anyone?#let me know!!#larissa weems x reader #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #requests #my fics

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goodday-goodmorn · 5 months

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Not used to posting things so fast- But the brain worms have infected me and @auspicioustidings concepts give me life. Once again- another from them, i felt contractually obligated to write this because my auntie is in Vegas for her birthday right now.

The concept in question

Not the after effects of waking up- but rather the proposal itself. This one’s short cause i pumped it out real quick. Just a little dabble.

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Ah Vegas. City of love. Wait no that was Paris- city of… sin? Well that sounded too much like a trashy YA romance novel for your tastes so- Vegas, City of…

Vegas: City!

God maybe you should lay off the M and M’s. Lavender and Bright cyan blue little things from the M and M factory are making you really taste the rainbow. Shit that was skittles catchphrase wasn’t it? Actually- did M and M’s even have a catchphrase other than the sexy brown M and M? Though that was less a phrase more a person. Er- candy. Chocolate.

Pah! You should have never gone to the M and M factory. Stupid little chocolate candy is making you think far more than you can handle right now.

Seriously it’s messing with your head. You’d better get rid of them.

You throw your M and M factory bag onto the floor, watching all the candies scatter the pavement in an explosion of color. That's why the pretty colors are so dangerous and not sold in the normal packs. They make people all loopy. Cause there’s no other reason you would be so outta sorts.

Except maybe the daiquiri you’d had. And the Manhattan. And those shots. And whatever that weird drink in a glowing lightbulb was.

Okay maybe it wasn’t the M and M’s.

Which means you just threw them out for nothing oh no! 20 dollars down the drain. And your M and M’s!

You whine mournfully over the loss, sinking to the ground dramatically and cradling one of the cyan shelled candies close.

“Is everything all… right?”

You barely register the voice- British and a bit rugged- before you are drunkenly rambling out-

“No- i thought my M and M’s were evil but they weren’t and i killed them for nothing!” You cry out, the words making you even more emotional, you pathetically sob, holding the cyan candy in your palms to your chest.

“Come back! Liveee please. Papa didn’t mean it i swear, i didn’t know what i was saying- you got me all tongue tied!”

“Hey-“

Oh british man has a very nice voice, so smooth and gentle, more than you were expecting.

“It’s alright love. We can get you some more candies.”

You sniffle.

“R-really?”

He smiles like some sort of teddy bear. Gentle and soft.

“Yes really. Just gotta get you back to wherever you’re stayin at first. It’s dangerous for a pretty girl to be on the street like this.”

You nod sollumly. “For the m and m’s yeah. Hard shells- but thin. Can’t be carrying em’ out in the cold. Poor little fellows can’t stand it.”

“Think you should be worrying about yourself first love.”

He really does look a teddy bear when he smiles. A very warm and cuddly teddy bear. Very warm. And you are oh so cold. Maybe…

“…maybe i’m and M and M.”

You mumble with a little frown, looking away from his oh so pretty eyes to instead stare at the cracked M and M in your hand.

He chuckles, it’s a nice sound.

“Com’re lovely. You’re shiverin.”

He held you up and you cling to him naturally. To your disappointment and utter display he is not as soft as a Teddy bear. Such false advertising. When you burry your head in his chest, while warm and soothing- it is firm with muscle. Hard just like his arms and co-

“Not exactly what i meant by that sweetheart.”

He’s pushing you away! Away from the warmth.

“No, I'm an M and M- gotta be warm or else I'll crack! Do you want me to die?”You whine out trying to stay close but he’s very strong, holding you firmly away from his toned chest.

(And raging boner. Not that you noticed it.)

“I know, I know- here. I’ll give you my coat.”

He wraps you up in his thick but soft coat and you relax immediately, snuggling into the fabric. With your eyes closed you hear the rumble of his chuckle.

“There’s a girl. Nice and warm now?”

You nod, making a drowsy and soft little “Yup.”

“Good. Now come’on. You know where's your hotel at?”

“Huh? We can’t go there! We gotta get more M and M’s first. Silly.”

“Right, course. Silly me.”

You giggle a bit hysterical. He agrees with you so easily, letting you link arms with him and walking you to the M and M factory. He’s so silly. With his cozy coat and koala-esc smile and pretty eyes and rumbly voice and-

“I think m’ in love with you.” You slur out, gazing at him with half lidded eyes.

“Shouldn’t say stuff like that sweetheart. Might give a guy ideas.”

Ah Ideas, you’ve got a lot of ideas. So many fun ones- but mostly one that you blurt out after he gently pushed your hand away when you tried to pay for your new M and M’s.

“I think I wanna kiss you.”

Price pauses as he tugs you outside the shop. Looks down at you, clinging to his arm, wrapped up in his coat; with the sweetest face and clearly wasted out of your mind. Price isn’t a good man. A good man would have called you a cab to get you back to your hotel. Would have asked if you had any friends to get you there. Would have gently told you to go to the stupid M and M factory another time.

He’s not a good man but even Price isn’t fucked up enough to take advantage of a pretty drunk girl. Even if his self control is wilting the more time he spends around the mess that is you.

He shakes his head with a little sigh, leaning down close to you and mumbling.

“S’ not a good idea to kiss strangers love.”

“So then marry me and we won’t be strangers.”

…Self control John. Self control.

“Will you marry me please?”

You plead with the teddy bear man, he’s just so cozy and pretty you can’t help it. You wanna kiss him soooo bad but he’s right you can’t kiss a stranger! But if he was your husband then it would be perfectly acceptable. And you are an ordained minister technically so it all works out!

Price looks at you, your pleading eyes, your softness, you wrapped up in his coat and clinging to his arm. Pretty little thing.

…He deserves to let his self control slip just this once right?

#fanfic #fiction #reader insert #john price #price x reader #cod fanfic #john price x reader #go look at auspicioustiddings they’re cool #once more #Mahairi drables is like my favorite tag to look at #Also cause it’s likely they will see this-#Erm hello!#Again!#Cod #drabble #Should i continue this?#Unsure

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melloraconteur · 7 months

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"I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you" - Marcel Proust

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader

[Reincarnation au]

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IMAGINE...

You are old, you've been alive for decades as the reigning monarch of the vampiric race, being shoved into the position as soon as your parents' had died in order to protect you.

It was lonely, oh so lonely. Servants cared for you like usual and treated you no different from before, but no one was there to hold you as you grieved your parents, no one was there to guide you as you made laws. It was all you, no one else.

So, in an effort to calm a kingdom that had been bothering you, you traveled there to strike a deal, figuring that the King would be smart enough to not attack you.

It was there, in that kingdom where you met your soulmate. You, after some time, learned that his name was Silas, that he belonged to a common family that had passed long ago. The both of you made a life together in a manor that was away from the public eye.

Long story short, Silas died during an ambush when you were heading towards a neutral territory where a meeting was being held. You lost your husband, Silas, and your child later on.

You learned that Silas' old King was the one behind the ambush and you dealt with it accordingly. You razed that kingdom to the ground, hearing the fire crackle and the screams of its citizens and seeing the smoke swirl into the sky.

The upcoming centuries would be harsh on you. You had become a conqueror of distant lands and fell into a void of grief when the anger had left you. The vampire race had become a myth, you had made sure that there was no factual records.

One day, for whatever reason, you went into the military, working and becoming a lieutenant while still managing your people from the shadows.

Then you got recruited for Task Force 141. You thought it was simply another step up in this career path that you would inevitably leave once you became bored.

Then you got to meet them when you officially joined the team.

When you met Lieutenant Riley, who at the time you knew as Ghost. It was heartbreaking when you felt that he was your soulmate, having the same pleasant warmth and tug from your gut that pulled towards Ghost.

You, when you returned to your room, nearly cried as you thanked the universe for giving you back your love, even as a reincarnation. You would love him all the same.

#vampire reader x human Simon “Ghost” Riley soulmate #'I will love you in every lifetime' trope #AHHHHHHH #Should i continue this?#Maybe #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #one sided soulmates #one is a soulmate the other is confused on why the one wants to know them so bad #simon riley x male reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x gn reader #reincarnation au cod

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one-lonely-whumperfly · 1 year

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When the anonymous call came into the police station, no one knew what to make of it. The person on the other end spoke the second they'd picked up, not even waiting for the officer to speak.

"You need to go to 118 Eclipse Way."

The officer blinked. "Is that the correct address? That's the home of [Hero]--"

"I know it is. And you need to get there now. [Hero] has captives being held there."

The officer paused, unsure of what to say next. They waved a few more officers over and put it on speakerphone.

"I'm sorry, can you please repeat your last statement?"

"[Hero] has been holding people captive for months. You need to go to their house and free them."

Now all of the officers were stunned, but skeptical. [Hero] is beloved by everyone in the city. They would never do something like this.

"I don't expect you to just blindly believe me." The voice suddenly spoke again. "I'm just asking you to go and look. Actually look. Don't take [Hero's] word for it. They're kept in a cellar."

The police chief, who had been listening from their office, walked to the phone.

"And how would you know about all of this?"

"..."

It almost sounded like the caller was... crying?

"I know... because they've bragged about it to me when they took my partner."

The caller was sobbing now. They abruptly ended the call before anything else could be said.

The officers all looked at one another.

"Well," the chief began, "let's go pay [Hero] a visit."

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[Villain] stood in front of the payphone, covering their mouth to quiet their sobs. They were trembling, leaning heavily against the side of the little half-booth to keep from completely collapsing. Now they could do nothing but pray the police would listen to some anonymous caller about the "beloved [Hero]" and investigate. If not, [Villain] knew they'd never get to see [Vigilante] again.

#mine #whump #whump prompt #hero x villain #villain x vigilante #anonymous caller #evil hero #hero x vigilante #drabble #should I continue this?

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esswantspez · 1 year

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Steve talking Italian headcanon that got out of hand

Steve used to have a housekeeper that was around far more than his parents and she didn’t speak very good English, but Steve was lonely and longed for a connection so he attempted to teach her all the English that little Stevie knew and for every word he taught her in English she’d teach him the same in Italian. Steve is fluent in Italian, no thanks to his parents, but because he wanted someone to talk to. And Robin finds out sometime after the whole Vecna debacle after hearing him speak with the former housekeeper over the phone (he likes to keep in touch with her and it’s a great opportunity to practice his Italian). Robin, already fluent in said language, is thrilled by this revelation. Flash forward a bit and whenever the two of them wanna talk about something private they can do it in front of other people and they love it. The first time the others catch them talking there are jaws dropping, because everyone knew Robin was smart as fuck and that she knows like five languages, but for whatever reason everyone had just assumed that Steve knew English - and that was it. They ask him about the story, but he tells them it’s a secret and they think he’s just trying to act mysterious and be cool, but Robin knows. And really, the reason he doesn’t immediately want to admit the real reason to the others isn’t because he’s ashamed or wants to tease them (even if it comes across like that), it’s because he doesn’t want them to pity him.

Eddie noticed whenever Steve looked down, of course he did. As much as he tried to hide it, his mask always fell the moment he thought no one was looking. Robin obviously wasn’t that blind and she’d get right to the point before Eddie could. And that’s how he’d found out several heartbreaking facts about Steve. Though he didn’t catch all of their conversation, since they were talking pretty quietly, he could make out enough words to understand that Steve’s parents were home and that they… didn’t treat him well. He heard Robin mention bruises, how she offered Steve to stay the night at hers and he’d declined because “it’d only get worse”.

As soon as Steve’s parents left again he was back to his own self. Did this mean his parents were usually not home? Or had something changed recently? Eddie didn’t know how to approach the subject, especially because he wasn’t supposed to know. This was something Steve had told Robin, and only Robin. Except he overheard. More like eavesdropped, but that’s besides the point. He mulls over what to do, but is completely caught off guard when one day he catches them talking about him. Intrigued, he tries not to let it show that he’s listening. Steve is recalling their conversation from earlier, telling Robin about how close they were standing and that all he wanted to do was grab him and… kiss him? No, he must’ve misunderstood. Robin snorts as a retort and tells him to relax, and make a fucking move. Steve states he’s tried! (What the fuck???) But that maybe Eddie’s just not into boys like that. Eddie hums at the mention of his name, purely out of spite and to see their reactions. To his amusement Steve’s cheeks taint pink while Robin just shrugs and states that it was nothing.

Eddie knows that Robin is a lesbian, and she knows that he’s gay - they had that conversation ages ago. But Steve??? Liking him back? For real? Not just teasing him by flirting back… the simple constant contact between him and Eddie… He feels stupid. For just assuming that Steve was straight and for not believing Robin the million times she’d said that Steve was “safe”.

He waits a few more days, not quite knowing what to do, but then they all hang out again. And Steve is rambling to Robin, and Eddie’s not really listening all that much, too many thoughts swirling around in his head. But then he realizes that Robin’s just sighing and telling Steve to stop and shut up, to “not think like that” and he realizes that Steve’s just talking down on himself about all sorts of things. Not being enough, being stupid and a burden, and- Eddie, just like Robin, has enough and tells Steve to shut the fuck up and not to talk like that about himself!

And everyone freezes. Robin and Steve stare at him wide eyed and there’s a dark pink creeping up Steve’s neck.

“H- what?” Steve gets out.

“Don’t say that,” Eddie answers simply and Robin replies by asking how long he’s known Italian, to which he just responds, “a while”.

They gape at him, Steve looking down at the table, as if embarrassed.

“It was supposed to be a surprise…” Eddie mumbles.

Steve nods and leaves the table. Robin and Eddie sigh in unison as the rest of the group looks at each other in utter confusion.

#Steve Harrington has awful parents #but we knew that #this was supposed to be short like #oh Steve knows Italian #cool #should I continue this?#bisexual steve harrington #robin buckley my beloved #steve harrington headcanon #steddie headcanon #steddie ficlet #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie x steve #robin buckley #platonic stobin #platonic with a capital p

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purple-heart-x · 1 year

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“Whumpee?” They stood. Looking at the body tossed carelessly on the ground. It laid motionless, not even a hint of movement or life.

“What did you do to him?!”

Blurred words. Murmured phrases meant to appease them. They dodged as one of them tried to attack from behind, hitting them furiously with balled up fists.

The others had moved closer. Calling their name oh so deceptively. They weren’t going to let him go. Not this time. Never again. They’d promised the last time they’d been ripped away from Whumpee.

They flailed and kicked, desperate to escape the grasps of their captors, but five on one wasn’t a fair fight. With a broken sob, they panted, held by their waist- by the arms and legs, too.

With a heave, they crashed all their body weight into those hands. Collapsing to the floor with a wail as the pain in their ribs flared. They immediately squirmed to Whumpee. Begging them through numb lips to wake up. Move. Anything. Please.

There was a long silence, and then something covered them. They thrashed for a moment, before realizing it was a blanket.

One of the group members crouched down, a pained look in his eyes. “Caretaker, it’s okay. My name is Rescuer. I’m here to help both of you. He’s still alive, but he needs help quickly, okay?”

They shrank back, holding Whumpee as tightly as they could. They wanted to scream “NO”, to fight Rescuer off. But what if it was true? What if Whumpee really could be saved?

They couldn’t leave Whumpee. Not again. They’d promised. They’d promised.

“Hey. Caretaker. Can you look at me?”

Their eyes obeyed.

“Right over there is the ambulance. The EMT has his license if you want to look at it. You might recognize it. Do you remember your own license?“

License? EMT? They were going to take Whumpee away. They clutched their limp body tighter. But even as they did so, they remembered. They were one. They helped people. Their license was what made them real, right?

They nodded, almost timid as Rescuer retrieved the card. When they touched it, the plastic was cold. The mark on it made their skin feel rough. They hated that feeling. Caretaker was cold, too. They wanted to be warm again. Whumpee used to be warm, but now they were colder than Caretaker.

Rescuer was looking at them, concern in his eyes. “Can they put Whumpee in--”

“N-n-no,” Caretaker stuttered, eyes darting around. Everything seemed new. Changed. Why were they sitting down? Why was their hand cold?

“Do you want to go with Whumpee?”

With Whumpee. That was good. They wanted to be with Whumpee. They didn’t want to leave. They nodded, looking at their hand. What was that card...?

Rescuer gave them a smile. “Alright. I’m going to give the nice EMT his license back, okay?”

A few moments later, Rescuer returned. “Alright. You’re doing great, Caretaker. Can you take a deep breath for me? Good. Another? Good. Alright, you’re going to keep doing that as I pick you up. Then I’m going to pick up Whumpee. You’re still together, okay?”

Their head was spinning. They wanted Whumpee. They wanted to sleep, too, but Whumper was close. Whumper was always close. Their eyes blurred with tears as they felt themself laid on something soft. Immediately reaching for Whumpee, lying back once their friend was safe nestled in their arms. Their eyelids began to flutter.

“M-Mr. Rescuer?”

“Yes, Caretaker? I’m here.”

“Can- Can we go home now? I- I want to go home.”

Rescuer’s eyes softened, and he found himself hoping that Caretaker did not see the way he turned to quickly swipe at the two trails of moisture that slipped down his cheeks at their words. “Soon, darling. Soon, just rest for now, okay? I will watch over you.”

Caretaker had no strength to argue, nor to do anything more than stare up at him, begging him silently to please, please not let them down.

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kata-sans · 1 month

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Sp Sky Au 6

In the following nights, Craig grew comfortable with the presence of the star. He took it up on himself to teach him all he could about this new world. Every night he would wonder about the world completing his task with Tweek not far behind.

Tweek was curious about everything he came in contact. Craig has never had anyone ask him so many questions about his job. In all fairness he hasn't talked to many people but he still stands in his opinion that Tweek is incredibly naive and lacks basic knowledge.

He doesn't blame Tweek. The poor star was practically isolated and unaware of anything beyond his solitary bubble. Although such restricted existence has also caused him to become highly skittish and paranoid.

As curious as the star seemed to be, Tweek approached every new event with fear and trepidation. Craig swears he nearly fainted at the sight of a frog puffing out his chest to croak. Craig still chuckles at the memory.

Along with Tweek, Craig has also found himself learning new things. He learned that Tweek is sensitive to loud noises, but also struggles with controlling his voice level. Tweek's body glows when his anxious or excited. Craig has been as eager to learn about the star as Tweek is about the world.

"CRAIG!"

Huh... oh he was overthinking again. This habit used to go unnoticed before he met Tweek.

"yes, Tweek?", he focused on the star, who seemed flustered.

"DO YOU HEAR THEM NOW?" Tweek continued to look in the direction he claimed to hear voices from.

Oh yeah! Apparently Tweek has been hearing voices in his head for a long time. According to Tweek, all the voices he hears are wishes from people in this world. Being this close to the source has made it impossible for the star to ignore them. Which leads them to their current actions.

Since discovering his gift, Tweek has begun a campaign of seeking each person and attempting to grant their wishes. So far Tweek has been able to help a few people, but he is highly disappointed with the wishes he cannot grant. Tweek still doesn't know his way around, so Craig follows him to ensure his safety.

Tonight they are seeking a young boy, who has been wishing to be a dog. Craig can't say he's impressed with some people's wishes but Tweek was adamant on at least try to help. It's not practical to change a person's species on a whim, but Tweek usually has a unique way of granting wishes without causing major consequences.

"THERE!," Tweek pointed towards a house on the edge of the field. Craig noticed Tweek carefully approaching an open window on the side of the house. Craig followed and looked in through the window. The boy was sleeping peacefully. At his feet laid a dog who was also slumbering.

Before Craig could inquire about Tweek's plan, he noticed Tweek's skin beginning to glow. Craig was always mesmerized by the star's display of magic. His admiration for the all the stars in the sky fell short compared to seeing one up close.

Suddenly the dog in the window woke up, but something seemed odd. The dog looked around the room before noticing the boy on the bed. He quickly examined himself before tumbling off the bed. Despite this, the dog's tail wagged excitedly as he made his way out the open window in front of Tweek and Craig.

Tweek smiled at the dog, "HI, ARE YOU READY TO GO PLAY?" The dog wagged his tail and followed Tweek into the open field with Craig. Suddenly Tweek stopped, his party looked at each other for an explanation. Tweek turned and revealed a ball in his hand.

For the next two hours, Craig and Tweek played around with the dog. Craig was enjoying himself so much, he didn't notice when the dog laid down in exhaustion. Tweek picked up the tired pooch and returned him to the bed. When they left, the young boy awoke with a gleeful expression. He ran to the window and whispered a quick thank you to the twinkling stars in the sky.

Craig and Tweek watched the boy return to sleep with his furry companion. The glow from the star next to Craig faded away, but in it's place was an expression of contentment. This was definitely Craig's favorite part of this wish granting business.

Part5

#craig tucker #sp tweek #craig x tweek #tweek tweak #sp craig #Should I continue this?#sp creek

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thescarleteagle · 2 months

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The first thing she woke up to every morning was an explosion and laughter from her subconscious. She had desperately tried to live a normal and mundane life, far away from her past, and she had succeeded, for the most part anyway. Veronica had married a normal man who worked a normal job, she lived in a normal house in a normal neighborhood, her child was normal, her job was normal, everything had been meticulously arranged to be this way. But, there was one thing that she could never get to be normal; her dreams. Even after twenty years, she could still smell the drain cleaner, she could still hear the gunshots, and worst of all, she could still hear the explosion. That is what haunts her most of all, that’s the reason why she wakes up in a panicking in the middle of the night next to her confused husband, that’s why she never sleeps at night, because she’s still haunted by him…

#Should I continue this?#heathers #heathers the musical #veronica sawyer #jason dean #20 years after heathers

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murderousxcoffee · 1 year

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[I accidentally a polyghostface x reincarnated Sidney!Reader???? I didn't mean this, whoops. Enjoy???]

Billy Loomis, middle aged but as handsome and intense as he was in his youth.

He got away with it. He and Stu got away with it. And every now and then, they get away with it again. But it's not been the same. There's something missing he can't pin down. And it haunts him, that echo of something he can't explain.

It happens one day, and you are oblivious to it. It's nothing, just a moment of eye contact. You look across the room and you see him, and your eyes lock. For a moment something grips you tight but you look away and forget.

He does not.

He remembers, and will remember it for a long time.

How his mouth went dry.

How his pulse quickened, beating against the watch on his wrist, the collar of his shirt.

How no one noticed anything even as he leaned back in his seat, felt the cool of it press against his back.

The hunger. The desire. The conflict.

You look nothing like you did the last time. The last time, when despite it all he felt a little, cynical regret as he impaled the blade in your body. Hard work paid off. You died fighting. And your mouth, that pretty fucking mouth, tried to speak through the blood, through the tears, through the fury.

There's something erotic to him even now about killing something beautiful. He watches the horror movies of his youth in a different light.

You were beautiful.

You are beautiful.

And he doesn't know your name yet and he doesn't know why you're back and he doesn't know if you know him, remember him.

But he knows what he's wanted all this time.

None of them were the final girl. None of them were you.

Your heart was filled with rage and grief and spite when you died and he missed it. He missed that. Sickeningly enough he missed you and didn't know it.

And then you look at him from across the room and it all makes sense. Everything feels right again.

He regrets nothing. No, he wants more. He wants to ruin you again. To destroy everything you ever loved. To make you cry and scream and fight back and lose.

And look, he's not getting any younger. Fucking you over is probably gonna be the last big show he'll ever put on. But what a show it'll be.

Next to him, Stu looks in your direction and shifts. He's older and wiser now, and besides he's always picked up on stuff other people don't. He looks at Billy, Billy looks back.

Stu looks at you, sweet oblivious you, and back at Billy. Always expressive, Billy knows he's seen what he has.

Stu speaks in a low voice.

"Is... Is that...?"

Billy grins, he can't help it. And a moment later, Stu is smiling too. Nervous, eager, delighted.

"I always did have a thing for her," Stu says.

The smile doesn't fade from Billy's face. "I know."

Stu pulls out his phone, pretends to be doing something, something other than taking your picture.

"What do you think her name is this time?"

Billy leans forward in his seat. "Can't wait to find out."

Across the room, you look back towards the two older men. It's hard to keep your eyes off them. You recognize them, somehow, but you're new in this town. They could be anyone, maybe just some random parents.

But as you go back to the conversation with your new friends, something inside you shifts. It burns, hellfire swirling in your belly, claws and teeth gnawing at your heart. You know what it's like to be angry much as every human does. If this is anger, though, nothing you've felt before comes close.

You look back at the two strange men. They see you. They smile. One of them winks at you.

You don't smile back.

#should I continue this?#coffee writes slasher fic #scream x reader #scream x yn #scream x you #polyghostface x reader #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x y/n #stu macher x you

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its-all-a-little-bit-magical · 11 months

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so I’ve been thinking a lot recently about how Avengers (2012) might have been different if Loki had showed up looking even more obviously tortured, as he did in the original concept art by Andy Park (see below if you’ve not seen it before!), and specifically how his encounter with Cap in Stuttgart might have gone and I have no idea what happened in my brain but here! have a ficlet that seized my imagination and would not let go!

“Loki, right?” Steve said, straightening from the crouch he’d landed in. “I’ve heard a lot about you, but I’ve got to say: from where I’m standing, I’m seeing a hell of a lot more burden than purpose.”

Loki laughed, scarred lips parted on a smile. “You lack vision, Captain,” he said, his voice low and rich. “But I can fix that.”

And then he seized the edge of the shield with blackened fingers and tore it away as if it was nothing, hurled it into the crowd like it was a child’s toy, like Steve hadn’t been holding it so tightly he could feel the leather strap biting into his palm, and Steve felt the moment the scepter touched him like something blooming behind his eyes. Gleaming, dazzling power flooded his senses, scorching through him like a fever, burning out everything else, chasing infection through his veins until he was clean, until he was whole, until the memory of all his petty wants faded into nothing and he could see.

Steve lifted his gaze only slowly.

Loki’s eyes—still bloodshot, still dark, hardly a sliver of blue visible in them—were fixed on Steve's, watching him, and there was a strange, predatory heat to his expression. Then he smiled, scarred flesh stretching. “Hello, Captain,” he murmured. “Now do you see?”

Dimly, Steve was aware of his former teammates’ voices rising frantically in his ear—their fear, their alarm, their concern—but he only pulled the device out and dropped it on the ground beside him. He did not need it now.

“I see just fine,” he said. Loki’s smile widened.

#should i continue this?#stoki fanfic #stoki #loki fanfic #dark steve rogers #avengers 2012 fanfic #steve rogers fanfiction #loki fanfiction #fanfiction author #loki (marvel)#loki was tortured

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turtleskele · 1 year

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For @happytheoristdreamer Bara UnderFell Sans x Reader: Part Three!

Happy Belated Valentine’s!

The Car Thief:

The girl groaned as the alarm on her phone went off, alerting her that it was time to get up. Granted she didn’t have to go into work until 3 but she was adamant to keep a decent sleep schedule.

But last night had been something else....

She was grateful that she still had her car and phone, but she was still perplexed by the behavior of her would be car thief.

An image of sharp teeth and red eye lights passed through her mind. That look of surprise and...concern, when he had handed her her grandmother’s necklace back.

‘Keep it. You need it more than I do toots.’

She shook herself as she felt her face begin to blush. She shouldn’t be feeling that way for a thief. But the image of that mischievous grin and wink from that night, stayed in her mind.

She rolled over and looked at the ceiling. He had been...different from what she had expected a monster to be. She had heard stories and rumors about them-mostly slander and gossip, but...it made one wary.

But despite his gruff presence he put off, he had still been more “human” than most of the humans she knew.

She closed her eyes. Humans were the reason she was in this predicament to begin with.

She sighed. Well...at least she had a job and a roof over head.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on the door. The girl bolted upright.

Who was that? How could they have found her that quickly?

She stayed silent slowly creeping to her bag, stuffing in what she could, in case she needed to run.

The pounding came again.

Slowly she crept to the window, her bag in hand.

“Hey Sweetheart it’s me! Remember from our little ‘adventure’ last night?”

The girl paused.

The skeleton again? Why was he back? Unless...

Shit, she knew it had been too good to be true. His boss had probably had him come back to take the necklace anyway.

She peeked out the window. Behind him sat a big moving truck and a small group of other monsters.

Shit.

The girl began to sweat. There was no other way to sneak out. And she was sure she wouldn’t be able to outrun them, especially with the uncertainty of their magical abilities.

She was trapped.

The girl swallowed hard. The only thing she could do was open the door and see what they wanted. And if push came to shove-she wasn’t afraid to fight her way out.

He pounded on the door again.

“Cmon Toots, you can’t be that hard of a sleeper.”

The girl slowly approached the door, took a deep breath...and opened it.

......

Sans was a little annoyed. He hated being out in the open for too long. Sure it wasn’t a great neighborhood, but he hated drawing attention to himself.

After he had left her place, he hadn’t slept a wink. Besides the fact that Boss had chewed him out for bringing in such a small haul, he couldn’t take his mind off of what he had seen.

As he had tried to force himself to sleep that night, his mind kept seeing the almost bare room and pile of blankets on the floor. Of course he wasn’t living like a king himself, but at least he had a bed.

Sans had kept tossing and turning. Why should he care? A lot of people were suffering in this damned city-ESPECIALLY monsters. They were still dealing with discrimination and low paying, dangerous/disgusting jobs, that humans didn’t want.

He had his own problems to worry about.

As he turned over yet again, the memory of the pained looked on her face as she offered him her necklace, crossed his mind. The trembling lips and held back tears

Damn it.

Sans finally sat up. If there was one thing he couldn’t stand, it was to see a woman cry.

He needed to do something to help her or his damn conscience would never let him sleep again.

And now...he stood at her door.

The small crew he had convinced to come help him out stood watching as he waited. He was feeling his face begin to flush.

Where was she?

Just as he was about to pound on the door a 3rd time, he heard the locks click. Slowly the door cracked open.

“Hey...what’s up?”

She sounded cautious, her eyes flicking from him, to his crew behind him. Sans rolled his eye lights.

“Easy toots, we come in peace I swear. But I brought a few things for you.”

The door opened slightly wider.

“....Things?”

Sans nodded, motioning for his crew to open the truck. They quickly had it done and started unloading the contents. The girl had to quickly stand to the side as they brought in....furniture?

The girl stared at what she was seeing in disbelief. They had brought in a small table and chairs and small sofa.

“Here.”

The girl turned to find him handing her her old tv back. She looked back up at him in awe.

“I think I’ve gotcha a bed too, but that might take a couple a’ days. And don’t worry about cable with the tv- ya should be able to get a few channels now, I had a friend of mine fix it with a mini receiver.”

The girl was silent, not sure what she should say. Finally though she was able to choke out a response.

“Why?”

Sans rolled his eye lights.

“Don’t think too much into it toots. My boss has been buggin me to unload this crap that we can’t resell. Didn’t know what to do with it until I saw your place last night. Figured you’d get more use out of it than the trash heap would.”

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I know it’s not complete but I didn’t want February to completely pass before I posted it. Thank you for being my friend and for your beautiful art! Happy (belated) Valentine’s Day!

#underfell #underfell sans #fanfic #underfell sans x reader #should I continue this?

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an0nym0us-m0nster · 10 months

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"Well, if it isn't Ryoba Aishi. The girl who got caught for killing Sumire Saitozaki on April 1st, and somehow weaseled her way into not being guilty."

Ryoba turned around quickly to see who knew what she had done, only to be surprised by a familiar face she met before.

The Hair Stylist, Ms. Kiyosaki.

"You, how did you-I never- I..." Ryoba was at a loss for words about the situation. How did she know? She never told her about who she killed, especially Ms. Kiyosaki.

"Quit acting shocked Aishi, I've seen your little stunt. Matter of fact, I was in the crowd while you were being taken into the court house. All I have to say is, well..." Ms. Kiyosaki paused for a moment to look at the other girl before furrowing her eyebrows.

"I'm really disappointed in you."

#yandere simulator #yandere sim #yansim #yan sim #ryoba aishi #hair salon owner #~~~~~~~#dunno what this is #I just thought about a scene in 1980s mode where ryoba and the hair stylist have a 1 on 1 #but it seems like someone is not so happy that ryoba didn't go to jail #should I continue this?

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