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Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)

Sequel to Webs of Fate

Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader

words: 5.2 K

warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine

Part I Part II Part III

The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.

After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn’t stopped since.

Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.

The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.

Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"

Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."

"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”

Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."

Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“

Beside her Peter B. with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head.

“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.

In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”

Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”

Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."

Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”

Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”

“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.

Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”

“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.

The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”

Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.

Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”

Jess looks hesitant but nods.

“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”

Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”

“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”

“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are paying our old friend Lyla a little surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly.

As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.

Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.

"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.

He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.

“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.

Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder.

In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.

“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.

“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”

“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.

“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.

Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.

Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.”

Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."

Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”

“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”

"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."

For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."

Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.

"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"

Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt, flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-"

"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.”

There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.

Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.

In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“

"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.

Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."

Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"

Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."

Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.

Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“

"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms.

"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.

"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"

Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."

Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"

"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."

Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"

Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."

"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."

Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"

"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."

Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.

Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..."

"Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.

Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.

His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.

“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.

“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.

But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.

Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.

Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.

“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.

After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.

"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.

Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”

Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.

"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.

"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.

The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.

"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight.

But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.

Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.

Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.

Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat. Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next.

Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms.

"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."

Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."

"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.

"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day."

Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"

“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“

Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years.

The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.

Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible."

Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence.

Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."

Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.

Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?"

At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.

Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.

You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.

Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.

Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.

A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.

Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.

Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"

Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"

Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.

"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.

Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."

His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"

A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."

The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.

"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.

"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."

"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.”

"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.

"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.

"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.

"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light.

"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.

"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.

It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.

Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"

Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.

Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know. Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.

Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"

Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?"

The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.

With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.

"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last.

Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.

Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."

And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace

"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.

At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.

Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.

As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.

"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”

His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.

"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.

“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”

Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.

“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.

“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”

His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."

“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit.

Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.”

There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.

Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.

Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.

Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.

"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.

Part 4 "Webs of Redemption"

Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!

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stvolanis · 4 months

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Could I request some tony montana with a reader who has a Degration kink please. 👉👈

of course!! I added a little more to spice it up, hope you don’t mind love<3

LOVE GAMES

(requested)

PAIRINGS: Tony Montana x reader

WARNINGS: there’s not much plot!

NSFW WARNINGS: Dom!Mean!Tony,brat taming, heavy degradation (whore, slut, bitch), hair pulling, p in v sex, spitting, slapping, oral (m receiving), choking, making out, pet names, humiliation (licking cum from the floor??)

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Tony Montana was pissed. Seething kind of pissed.

The entire time he was in his meeting, trying to merge and alliance with one of the most notorious mafias in order to get more money to take care of your ass (as if you needed any more), Is when you’d decided to start acting like a spoiled brat.

Tony had sat you on his lap, as he always does when in meetings, because he thought you knew to behave. Apparently not, because you had started whining in his ear about how he ‘wasn’t giving you any attention anymore’.

Tony ignored you and told you to hush while the other men were speaking, and that seemed to have pissed you off, which resulted in you discreetly trying to hump yourself against his thigh.

He whispered a harsh “sitcha little ass still” and with a huff, you’d gotten off of his slap and dramatically stormed out of the room. To say you’d embarrassed Tony was an understatement.

You’d chosen the worst time to start acting out, and now here you were, bent over with Tony standing over you, a vein bulging from how angry he was with you for pulling such a stunt.

The flimsy black dress you were wearing earlier is discarded somewhere on the floor of your shared master bedroom, and you were in your red laced panties and matching bra set, the one Tony had bought you for Valentine’s Day.

In a quick instant, Tony ripped your panties off with no remorse, and you let out a loud gasp. “Tony!” You yelled out. He landed a harsh smack on your left ass cheek. “Shut the fuck up.” He hissed with clenched teeth.

Your pussy was dripping with your slick, but the slap made you flinch forward. You weren’t used to how rough Tony was being. Usually, your lover was slow and sweet, and took his time making you feel good, but the man behind you seemed like a completely different person.

And you weren’t complaining one bit.

If anything, you wanted this outcome. You plotted it. You craved it. Yes, you loved that Tony was a sweet man in bed, but sometimes you just wanted to be put in your place by him. You wanted him to manhandle you and use you solely for his pleasure.

You heard shuffling behind you and the sound of Tony’s expensive belt fall to the ground. His cock was around 7.5 inches, maybe even 8 and uncut with a slight curve to the left. His cock is thick and trimmed evenly. It was heavy as he slapped it on your weeping pussy a few times with a grunt.

Suddenly, he breached your entrance. The sting was painful, as Tony would usually prep you before just shoving it in. You gasped as you felt him fill you with his meaty girth, balls deep before slowing pulling out and slamming back in.

“Tony, oh my god! Please—“ you screamed out as your eyes began to water from the impact. “No, this is what the fuck you wanted, right?” He chuckled out as he began to pound into you, his hands tightly secured on your hips, surely to bruise in the morning.

“Comin’ onto me like a fuckin’ dirty whore. You wanna act like a dumb slut then I’ll treat you like one.” He said. His Cuban accent was thick in every word he spoke, and it made you all the more wetter. Your juices could be heard loudly every time his cock rammed into you.

“Fuckk, your cunt is suckin’ me in, greedy little bitch.” He breathed out as he threw his head back with a moan. Tony was always a vocal man, and it was one of your favorite things about him. He wasn’t ashamed to show how good he was feeling like most lousy men were, but then again, no other man was Tony Montana.

“Tell me you’re fuckin’ sorry, whore!” He spit out as his hand reach up, tightly wrapping itself in your hair and pulling your head back painfully. Your eyes met Tony’s darkened one’s, and his cock twitched at the sight of your tears, mascara running down your face.

“‘M sorry, Tony! Shittt, ‘m so so sorry, baby.” You slurred, mind blank and completely drunk on your husbands piercing cock. “You gonna learn how to be a good girl f’me after this, huh? Or am I gonna have to use this little pussy till you do?” He asked.

You couldn’t respond, your mind felt fuzzy as you felt your orgasm approaching. Your mouth hung agape, the only sound coming out was loud ‘ahs’ coming out each time his cock touched that one spot that made you see stars. Your stomach tightened and your hands gripped the satin sheets below you, bracing yourself for the world-shattering orgasm you were about to have.

“Fucked you dumb, haven’t it? Little bitch.” He gritted through clenched teeth. Your gummy walls were squeezing him in a vice grip, and each time he pulled out, your pussy felt like it was sucking him right back in. He knew you were about to cum, he could tell in the way your walls clenched down on him harder, almost painfully, making him hiss as he landed another smack to your ass cheek with his free hand.

“Tony, ‘m gonna cum!” You gasped out. He didn’t respond, only inhumanly speeding up his pace of ruining your poor pussy. You felt his heavy balls slap against your needy clit with every single hard thrust he delivered, and that was your breaking point as you squirted all over him.

Your moans were loud and uncontrollable, and surely the whole mansion could hear you as he fucked you with no mercy through your orgasm, chasing for his own.

You were beyond sensitive, and his pace wasn’t stopping. The only sign you had that he was becoming closer to his release was his deepening moans and his thrusts getting a little more sloppier till finally, his hips stilled.

He filled you with his cum to the brim, thrusting a few more times just to make sure he emptied his balls completely into your needy pussy. “Jus’ needed my cock in you to fuckin’ act right, yeah, you dumb slut?” He mocked, feigning pity as he pulled out of you.

His cum spilled out of your pussy, warm and sticky as you felt it drip down your thighs. Your body felt weak, and your legs were shaking as he helped you to your feet, cum still running down your thighs.

His hand met your neck as he gripped tightly, almost blocking your air ways as his lips smashed into yours. He groaned into the kiss while you whimpered, not bothering to fight for dominance, because a man like Tony Montana would always win.

Your tongues tangled and danced with each other before he harshly bit onto your bottom lip, drawing blood and then releasing it. “Suck your filthy whore juices off of my cock, baby.” He muttered against your lips. “Okay, Tony.” You whispered as you instantly dropped to your knees before the man.

The man standing over you bunched up your hair into a makeshift ponytail in a tight grip. Peering up at him through your lashes, Tony could see how ruined you were. All for him. And he loved it. He loved the sight of you submissive and on your knees for him, ready to take anything and everything he gives you.

You stuck your tongue out, and Tony slapped his cock onto your tongue a few times. “Dirty girl, hm? Only time y’go quiet ‘s when you got my cock in your slutty mouth.” He gritted out as you sucked his tip, releasing it with a ‘pop’.

You licked down his cock, lapping up your juices with kitten licks. Tony groaned as he watched you take him back into your mouth. You struggled to take him, but the last thing you wanted was to disappoint Tony, so you gagged as you forced yourself to take him further.

Your quivering hands reached to stroke what you couldn’t fit into your mouth. “No hands, honey.” He taunted with a smirk. God, he was so pretty. So ruggedly handsome it sent you into a frenzy each time your glossy eyes locked with his. Your hands released his cock reluctantly.

You didn’t have time to react before you felt his cock brutally shoved down your throat. “Fuck, yeah, baby, just like that. Knew this whore mouth was good f’somethin’ besides complainin’” he moaned out as he threw his head back.

You gurgled and gagged around his cock, which was as deep as it could go down your throat. Your nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair, his scent thick with musk, a manly scent. Your senses were overwhelmed in him.

He held you there for a moment, his cum spurting down your throat, nearly choking you. Your hands gripped at his thighs, signaling for a breath of air, to which Tony obliged.

You released his cock with a gasp. His cum clogged your air way, which resulted in you spitting it onto the ground. “Ungrateful slut.” Tony growled out. “M sorry, Tony.” You whimpered out as his hand tangled into your hand again, craning your neck up to look at him.

“Lick it up.” Was all he said. Your mouth hung agape. “B-but the floor s’nasty!” You pleaded out with a frown. Yet, Tony didn’t miss the way your thighs clenched and rubbed together, or the way your cheeks flushed and you bit your lip. “Don’t fuckin’ make me repeat myself.” He said with furrowed brows.

You nodded, hesitantly leaning down, eye level with the floor. Your tongue met the cold floor, but was welcomed with his warm, salty cum. You lapped it up from the floor, some of it sticking to your chin. Tony merely chuckled as he watched you with beady eyes.

“Good girl.” He muttered out as he put his pants back on, fastening his belt. He helped you to your feet again, gripping your cheeks together to open your mouth to see his cum. “Swallow.” He stated, to which to did.

He hummed in approval. “Y’gonna be good now,?” He asked. You nodded, tired and worn out. “S’my girl alright? Y’wanna take a bath with me, honey?” He asked as he gently kissed your cheek and moved the hair matted to your forehead from sweat.

“Please, Tony.” You muttered as you leaned into him, finally feeling his warm arms wrap around you, and you finally felt content.

“Alright, baby, c’mon.” He said gently, a huge contrast to the way he was just speaking to you.

Being in his warm embrace was the last thing you could remember as he lead you to the bathroom, everything going black from exhaustion.

You faintly heard Tony mutter an “I love you”.

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itsabouttimex2 · 26 days

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Ok, ok, HEAR ME OUT-

How about lmk Monkeifam and Bullfam with a Y/N who isn't afraid to throw hands —

Like i mean in a response to trauma or manipulation, becouse i fell it isn't explore enough in this situation -

Sure, your loved that you belived was a friend trapped /kidnapped/gaslight you is heartbreaking and of course you are gonna be sad and more incline to behave butttt-

There is always the other way of absolute rage that comes in once you realized you have been trapped/kidnapped /gaslight ecc- like i don't care anymore, i wanna throw hands, those people are death to me.(even thought this isn't the smarter choice considering the strenght of some of the people here) like them breaking Y/N down so they can comfort them to manipulate them, but then unsurprisingly the get the biggest smack/punch of their life . Just- wow the audacity.

Throwing Hands

Bullfam & Monkiefam

“…is this some sort of pathetic attempt at ‘rebellion’, Y/N? I am not impressed.”

Your hands straight bounce. Like punching a bag of wet cement, the Demon Bull King’s skin just shifts around under your fists, never breaking or bruising. You only shatter yourself against it, leaving you worn and looking foolish.

He might not even punish you, given that it’s likely that you break a wrist on impact.

“Now, look what you’ve done to yourself, foolish child. Did you truly think your mortal flesh could stand a demon king’s might? Well, now you know better.”

You lost your temper and struck him. Immediately, you learn better than to do that ever again, and he considers it lesson enough.

Surprisingly merciful, all things considered. (Partially because he finds it somewhat funny.)

I once said in my yandere alphabet that: “Red Son doesn’t want to waste his time doing something like caning or whipping you”. And though I think that viewpoint is usually true…

This changes that. It’s maybe the only situation where he would actively engage in any form of normalized torture “corporal punishment”.

Being physically attacked switches Red from ‘mildly reasonable, if a bit hair-trigger’ to ‘vicious and cruel’. Through brute force alone does he wrestle you into submission, binding your arms behind your back with a pair of metal cuffs.

He tosses you onto the nearest bed and couch before burning the lower half of your clothing off. He then takes up a thin metal rod to utilize in “disciplining” you, sharply lashing it down against your now unprotected skin. He’ll leave puffy, bleeding welts from the top of your rear to the bottom of your thighs, ensuring that you won’t even be able to think about walking for at least a week.

Problem is that not only does it not solve the problem of you being scared and angry, it also just… makes him feel bad afterwards. It breaks him, seeing you weep brokenly over his bed. Blood sluggishly trickles from the skin he’s lashed open, and you scream your lungs out into the sheets as you try to adjust to the pain.

And then he “has to” (wants to, in truth) settle in for some awkward form of aftercare, offering lotion and bandages. When you don’t accept, he forces you to drink a cup of honeyed tea loaded with sedatives because you won’t stop shrieking.

Antiseptic while you’re asleep, a few stitches here and there, then the lotion and bandages he tried earlier. And then a few cautious back rubs, trying to calm your fitful slumber.

“Gods, Y/N… what have I done to you? I… I was just… I was… no, I… I’m sorry.”

An outright dodge. Princess Iron Fan has no time for your nonsense. For trying, she’ll lock you into whatever room has been set aside for you, barring the door with powerful magic.

One shallowly-filled bowl of food every two days, adding just a little bit more to it each day. One ceramic cup of room temperature water every four hours. A change of clothes every three days. Instead of brute force, Iron Fan teaches you through deprivation.

After a month of this, she might see fit you allow you back out of your room, letting you mingle with the family you have been forced to adopt.

After writing her a letter of apology, of course. Two pages. Pray you have the mind to keep your pencil steady.

So very many tears to deal with, probably on both ends. MK knows that he’s doing isn’t all that great, sure… but it’s because he loves you!

Can’t you love him back, please? Ok, he’s been manipulating you! Maybe he’s been driving some friends away! Maybe he’s sent a few clones to tail you around the city! But, please, please- you can’t stop loving him! He just can’t risk having you hurt!

“Please, Y/N! You don’t understand! I’m just trying to keep you safe! You can hit me again, hit me as many times as you want! Just- please, Y/N… I need you. Please…”

His last resort is stuffing you in Shuilian Cave, given that you can’t escape with his or Sun Wukong’s help. Maybe a few ropes to keep you in place. He’ll cry with each knot tied, begging you not to hate him.

Sun Wukong tanks your punch and gives your head a little pat, frowning at the display. “Sorry, bud. Trust me, I know I’m not exactly the good guy here. Go ahead and let it out. I… kinda deserve it, huh?”

The Great Sage knows you have every reason to be upset. Really, you do. All there’s only so much waylaying of emotions to be done, unfortunately. You were going to crack eventually.

He stands firmly in place, one hand rubbing your back while you break your fists against his body, watching you scream and cry. The man is just… unsurprised? He’s starting to realize that he messes up a lot of things.. So just letting you whale on him seems fair, gently trying to shush your angry tears while your skin grinds to bloody pulp against his shredded abdomen.

“How about I make us some tea,” he offers afterwards, surveying your destroyed hands. “And I’ll patch you up. Then… I think you’ve earned yourself an early bedtime for the rest of the week, bud.”

“Oh, kiddo. Do you know what “screwing up” is? After this, they’re gonna put your picture in the dictionary as an example.”

Macaque does not tolerate having hands laid on him. Not by friends, not by enemies. And certainly not by his little student, who is supposed to be wide-eyed and placid, in awe of his every move and strike.

You are supposed to be sweet and respectful. You are supposed to be kind and loving.

And he’s sure that with a little bit of “training”, he’ll get you back to that disposition.

He’ll snap his fingers with an angry snarl, shadows springing all around you like cold wires. You are gagged with a cold ebon muzzle, both your hands locked inside a cuff of swirling black and purple. You want to act like an animal? Macaque will chain you to the wall by your new muzzle and treat you like an animal.

Maybe a few days spent so on a chain so short you can’t lay down will teach you better than to raise a hand against “the only person who even loves you, Y/N!” ever again.

#Platonic Yandere #Yandere Lego Monkie Kid #Yandere LMK #Yandere Demon Bull King #Yandere Red Son #Yandere Princess Iron Fan #Yandere MK #Yandere Sun Wukong #Yandere Macaque #TW: Abuse #TW: Physical Abuse #Macaque’s final section is a reference to how ‘pet’ and ‘circus’ monkeys are taught to stand up

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whumpsday · 7 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #12

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, broken bones, begging, burns, torture, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumpers

@whumptober Day 12: Red / “I’m up, I’m up!”

Kane’s breaths came ragged and worn, his arms trembling as he tried to push himself back to his feet. His legs were both broken by now, red pooling beneath him.

The blood-slick floor only made it that much harder. What with his trembling, his body screaming at him to rest as if that was a viable option, the heel of his hand slipped and he came crashing down to the concrete once again.

“Oh?” the hunter on his left piped up, interest piqued. “That all you got in you? Come on, aren’t you supposed to be some fearsome thing? You’re a vampire!”

“No!” Kane cried, terror seizing his heart. “I just– I just need a minute! A minute, that’s all, sir! Please!”

“Go ahead.” The hunter waved him on graciously, and Kane reignited his efforts to stand. If he could just get himself leaning upright against the wall, if that could be good enough–

His partner took a drag from his cigarette, a human invention Kane had come to despise since learning of it. He had no doubt that it would kiss his skin when the hunter had finished it, though at least the burn would be mild compared to silver. Hardly the least of his worries.

“It’s done,” this one argued, gesturing at Kane’s pathetic form as he desperately pushed through the pain that coursed through his whole body, chest heaving. “C’mon. You owe me ten.”

“Give it a minute! Jeez!” The first hunter crouched down, level with Kane, still struggling to lift himself off the floor. “What’d I say? You wanna go out there, vampy?”

Kane sobbed, managing a shaky nod. “No, sir,” he forced out, “I’m trying, I’m trying, please, it hurts!”

“No one gives a fuck. Get up.” The hunter stood back to full height effortlessly.

“I’m giving it five minutes,” his partner announced.

Five minutes or he’s forced outside to burn. It was a low-stakes bet to the humans, but everything to him. He tried again and again, making no attempt to hold back his cries of pain.

His legs wailed in protest as he forced them up, bent at awkward angles as he tried to balance himself against the wall. Blood painted it as he clawed at the rough surface, but it wasn’t rough enough for him to hold himself up, and his legs just couldn’t support him in their state.

“Two.”

Kane choked on horror, his time dwindling. He couldn’t go out there, he’d do anything to avoid the sun, anything–

He dragged himself, his starved body just light enough for his weakened arms to pull along until he reached the bars. Something he could grab, something he could pull.

Kane grit his teeth and grabbed the bars, the silver instantly searing into the sensitive flesh of his palms and the undersides of his fingers. He shrieked, pulling his hands back with a fitful sob.

“Clock’s ticking!” the hunter betting on him shouted.

Three quick breaths, as deep as he could make them. One, two, three.

He grabbed the bars again, the familiar smell of burning flesh returning as he attempted to hoist himself up. He couldn’t get himself quite standing, his hands weeping out and his legs only becoming more deformed by the second as he tried to force them into functioning, but he was close. He could be called ‘upright’, given a generous-enough interpretation.

“I’m up, I’m up!” he cried, tears blurring his vision as the skin on his hands turned angry and red to match the useless blood covering the floor.

“Is it, though?” the hunter with the cigarette asked.

“Please!” Kane sobbed. He couldn’t do better than this, he couldn’t. He just needed to stay out of the sun.

“It totally counts!” the other hunter agreed, and for a man who had smashed his legs to smithereens minutes earlier, Kane had never felt more grateful to him.

“Fine, fine. You win.”

Kane released the bars, torched hands falling on top of the rest of his broken body as he collapsed to the floor. It seemed as though every part of him ached with agony, but he knew exactly how much worse it could get.

He didn’t even flinch at the cigarette pressed to the side of his neck.

#whumptober2023 #no.12 #red #i'm up i'm up #oc #fic #torture #burns #cigarettes #broken bones #kanes whumptober bites #kane and jim drabbles #whump #my writing #begging #vampire whump #vampire whumpee #multiple whumpers #sadistic whumper

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hueningshaped · 2 years

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★ YEONJUN as your boyfriend…

▰ word count: 1.8k

a/n: this is very messy & random but :D i hope you don’t hate it ! / these will automatically be idolverse (at least i think) + i intend on writing for ot5 but give me some time & u shall see <3 pls lmk ur thoughts abt this !!

* he’s such a loving guy, so much love to give and he honestly gives love through all the love languages in some way or another

* so when he realizes you reciprocate love for him in the way he never realized he’d always wanted to be loved, homie is lovestruck !!!!

* you look out for him all the time and you pick up on things he himself doesn’t notice sometimes and you take care of him too and it’s making him go bonkers because sweet heavens he appreciates it infinitely

* for example, he’ll come home exhausted after practice and he messages you or calls you as soon as he’s off

* the idea that he loves to constantly be in contact with you and is great at communicating makes u </3 but anyway

* he’s still on the phone with u as he comes over to see you (bc that’s what u both decided on and he was also feeling hungry and he loves eating late at night with you idk)

* he loves his ramen but he also loves making it together when it’s just u two in the kitchen and you’re talking in hushed voices and you’ll shush each other and giggle and when u guys do eat it’s dead silent bc you’re both set on eating it up

* moving on

* he walks in and is taking off his shoes when he sees you THEN hangs up the phone call with you

* “i ordered some takeout so we can eat with the ramen, junnie—let’s eat up!”

* he literally goes 🥺

* but he’s funny and dramatic so he has to do something with his lip to make it look like he’s sobbing screaming weeping etc

* you’re about to hug him and he goes uh uh uhhh

* “im stinky and sticky, baby :(“

* so you tell him “fine go shower” and of courseeee in response he goes “wow you’re not even going to argue or insist u gave up so easily woww clearly you don’t want my hug”

* GET OUTTTTRR

* of course he takes his shower and afterwards you share a little kiss or two (hundred) and make ur ramen and eat like the richhhhh

* once you’re both done and just scrolling through tiktok and god knows what else he holds your hand and intertwines your fingers and you think for the 18748283818th time that day “im the luckiest person ever”

* in this life ur allowed the luxury of not only being with yj but u get a house/living space and it’s yoursssss anyway #slay

* when u get ready for bed yeonjun just flops on the bed taking his spot

* he already knows the drill

* you turn everything off except for your aroma diffuser light and the tv bc jun mumbles “wait…i wanna watch a movie”

* you toss a blanket over his long body and get underneath your own covers all for him to just cuddle against you

* you give him little massages from what you can reach on his back and arms since you’re basically holding him and he sighs and gives a little peck to where his face meets your skin

* they start becoming wet kisses and you’re laughing bc it’s ticklish and squirming

* the plush of his lips sends vibrations from where he murmurs how much he loves you

* he settles eventually but he’s still rambling and you listen fondly

* you could listen to him talk for hours and hours and forever and ever

* his voice is the greatest thing to bless your ears and you can’t help but smile to yourself with anything he says (now)

* he proclaims his love for u incessantly even though u feel like you’re the one who’s the luckiest and you don’t do much

* when it comes to leaving before work, you might throw in a little note just so that he will literally never not be reminded of ur love for him or one of yours and his favorite snacks and when he finds it at work he makes the biggest deal about it to the point that taehyun has to step up and be like “can you calm down, you do this everyday”

* on days where u get to go to work with him at shows and stuff, u bring a little pillow and a light blanket and wear ur comfiest clothes bc 1) sometimes u help the staff who helps ur bf and the band 2) sometimes ur really just a bed for him to lie on

* the staff treats u nicely with pleasure also bc they love yj and the txties to death

* when it comes to laying down, he loves being ur little spoon, even if he might be much larger than you

* he loves when being held from time to time bc if one could describe his love, the word ‘grand’ could be used — he always gives physical affection always does big gestures of his feelings always communicating always putting himself out there

* yeonjun loves being held though, he loves being shown that he’s loved by you

* like yes he will wrap his arms around you and or pull you in for a hug randomly but god does he basically go up to heaven when you do the same for him !!!!

* cup his face with your hands and he’s done for….

* when things get rough whether you’re there at his work with him or at home, you’re his safe place

* he or one of the guys usually give you a heads up through text but if not, it’s not hard for you to see the reality

* if a show went wrong or someone said something that really got under his skin, he would have to wait a very long time to blow off some steam but once he sees you or hears you that stifled burning hot steam dissipates, fading from the forefront and he’s laughing again bc you’re the funniest person to him just smiling so wide (at the end of the day though he’ll just whisper to you how he felt earlier)

* sometimes he might get very frustrated from either the workload, particular hate comments, or something that offended him or his boys that they can’t address and as strong as he and they are, sometimes he’ll just need to collapse on top of you and you just wrap him up in a bundle and he has his face buried in your neck and usually you’ll feel the wetness of his tears or feel the shudder of a cry wracking his body, you’ve learned to calm him down by massaging his neck and his back muscles all along patterns that his heart winds down to mimic

* you reassure him and listen to him and help him let go of all he’s been holding in and after a while he doesn’t feel as grouchy and sad and he feels even better bc you also ordered him some warm food and ran him a bath

* he babies you all the time so you enjoy babying him in return

* and when it comes to arguments 🥺

* sometimes if there’s a misunderstanding or disagreement (which are usually pretty rare or small), but on the occasion of them being a bit bigger - in which it may affect half to the entire day or the vernal argument itself lasts a bit of time, there is one thing that yeonjun will always do without fail

* on nights like this when you both were unable to actually meet up with the other to get through this little rough conversation until evening and the day has worn down both you and him and you’re still trying to talk through - volume interchanging but never reaching scream levels

* you’re tired and snappy and getting frustrated and he remains persistent in trying to find a place within the argument where you can both compromise (or even just him, he just wants to go to bed with you in his arms on a positive note)

* but when he brings both his hands together like he’s going to pray, he knows that you know that it’s gonna end right there

* you quiet down and let him walk to you, bringing those hands forward to gently reach out to your own

* “wait yn, please,” he sounds exhausted and despite the argument you find yourself touched that he’s still firm in his conscious to never ever take his exhaustion or frustrations out on you

* it’s a brief realization

* “i know you’re not done and i didn’t mean to interrupt you but just please — i just need to hear you say it”

* “say what” it’s genuine, lacking any fire from earlier, even if you both know what he wants

* “please yn please don’t forget that i love you, and please tell me you love me”

* he squeezes your hands a little and it makes you release a sigh in response

* yeonjun just looks into your eyes desperately and how could anyone resist the biggest sweetheart in this universe

* you let his hands go to cup his face with your palms, thumbs brushing against his cheekbones

* “i know you love me, just the way i love you yeonjun” you tell him with a smile and it makes him smile like it’s the last thing he needed to hear before poetic death — he makes relief look that beautiful

* you apologize and he does too, refuting yours, though it’s not particularly for the main core of the argument, it’s about everything else

* you usually take the next day to mend and effectively settle the argument

* he will never not show his love for you — he always has you in his arms and wants you to always be up front with him as he is with you and he would literally do anything for you

* you make him laugh and you do so much for him that he gets emotional sometimes when he talks about you and his mom loves you so much that he likes to plan trips to meet his family and he wants to meet yours

* very much a ‘happy together, together forever’ kind of person :3

#im positively I’ll #down bad #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt reactions #txt headcanons #txt x reader #txt fluff #yeonjun fluff #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun scenarios #yeonjun imagines

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sweetdreamsbuck · 2 years

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leaving small love notes for them to find - with fem!reader and Bucky if you please? <3 Have a lovely day!

a written notion

bucky x f!reader

wc: a drabble by my standards, 620

a/n: this is completely absurd i'm so sorry but in my defense, this drabble exercise was meant for me to write something quick and hit post with no reserve

𝐢 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.

Something about communicating through the stroke of a pen made Bucky emotional. Call it an old habit of an old soul, but he adores the notion of seeing the pressures of emotion stained on paper.

You can’t exactly tuck a text message away in the bottom of your sock drawer for safe keeping; certainly not in a small tin box no one knew of, filled with his girl’s words of encouragement and love that could make even a devil blush.

'Sorry you had a bad day ;( I’m taking care of you tonight:)' a bright post-it sits stuck on the key dish next to the apartment door.

A tinge of warmth spreads through his chest, the beginnings of the pressure around his heart lifting. That deep wrinkle in his forehead softens; his girl’s gonna make it all right.

Bucky toes off his boots, hanging his jacket carelessly on the chair just past the kitchen. You wouldn’t like that there… the closet. All but shoving the material onto a flimsy hanger, a promise falls gently to the floor: 'Bringing home your fav pizza. Bath? Movie snuggles? Whatever you want' all of it. He wants everything you’ll give him. His lips spread, the faintest of smiles cracking its way past his sour mood. Bucky silently thanks the gods above that you aren’t home to see him; his face is hot– it wouldn’t take a scholar to know he’s competing with this post-it for who wore pink better.

He strips down quickly, throwing his frustration into the bathroom hamper, jumping to take a scalding shower. The heat feels good rolling down his body, relieving some of the weight he didn’t realize he was wearing.

But you knew what he needed, you always seem to. 'Go put the blue sweater on, you look so sexy in it' is nestled in the cabinet atop his favorite towel. Bucky wants to giggle, to scream, to hide– you’re not even there and he can’t fight the urge to stifle his disbelief into the safety of your neck.

It falls at his feet, flipping over. 'Just wanna eat you alive, you make me so happy' oh you're cruel. No one should be this affected by a tiny piece of paper, and yet he’s going to weep on hallowed ground for the way you delight him past his melting point– for as long his heart will let him.

Bucky puts the sweater on, those sweats you go a little dumb for, a spritz of your favorite cologne, too. The cologne has his girl’s gift on it: 'I’m wearing your favorite under my coat (nothing), don’t have to do a thing except keep me warm. It’s cold out :(' he can do that. Done and done absolutely he can and will– would staring at the clock make you come home faster? No. Much to his bitter misfortune it does not.

The clock near the couch is not ticking nearly fast enough, he might have to throw it out the window. No, that’s pathetic– you wouldn’t like that. Besides, you already seem to know the pillow he’s gonna cling to on the couch, the one that smells of your shampoo: 'Just curl up on the couch looking so damn handsome' right next to his favorite blanket no less. He knows better by now, you’re going to kill him. Bucky turns the note over.

'I love you so much baby. Me n my boobs will b there soon to make it all better xo' yeah you will. What’s a super soldier gotta do to make this new life of his selfishly permanent, forever? Four words cloud his brain, but they aren’t exactly the type he wants to write down.

He’ll save that notion for his signature. Right next to yours on a very binding certificate.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader

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arminsumi · 1 year

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AOT hcs | Obsessive! + yandere!Armin things

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Just some hcs for an obsessive and yandere-ish Armin!

NSFW cws; smut, smutty vocab, breeding kink, creampie,

Dark cws; manipulation + slight gaslighting, yandere + obsessive!Armin, slight dubcon

♡ For regular hcs and ♥ For NSFW hcs!

♡ He builds up this 'innocent cutie' reputation; Oh, Armin? No way, he's never done a lewd thing in his life

♡ The second you insinuate to his friends that Armin's obsessed with you, you're met with dismissive hand waves and "No ways" because "This is Armin we're talking about!"

♡ When you confront him about anything, he diffuses your accusations with "You know me, y/n, I'd never do something like that!"

♡ Gives you this damn beautiful smile when he needs to charm you into doing something

♡ He showers you with affection and compliments so much so that you're captivated and ready to turn an oblivious eye to the obsessive behavior he's displaying

♡ Wants to get you alone every time he sees you, absolutely hates it when you're out of his sight at a party; he'll seek you out and keep close

♡ Uses these lines a lot;

♡ "Really? Do you really think I'd do that to you? Don't you know me better than that?"

♡ "Have you ever actually been manipulated by someone? You're just throwing words around now. You know, I've actually been manipulated by people, I know what it's like."

♡ "We haven't hung out in so long, though :("

♡ "Isn't this what friends do for each other?"

♡ "Can you really blame me? I mean..."

♡ "I never want to make you feel uncomfortable."

♡ "We're just friends helping each other out, don't overthink it."

♡ He gives you bright doe eyes, just to really drive home the goodboy facade

♡ Does this thing where he rubs his thumb back and forth across his lips while giving a cold, analytical glare at anyone that he suspects is getting too close to you

♡ He's very smooth, you'll never notice that he's keeping a possessive hold on your hips throughout a party until he's steering you into the bathroom

♡ Steals lustful glances all the time but you'll never notice

♡ Always asks you to study with him at his dorm, all alone together, because he says he feels so lonely without you

NSFW

♥ Always coos "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." but then he's slamming into you hard enough to make the headboard knock against the wall

♥ Really can't control himself once he gets a taste of you, def wants it all the time and finds any excuse (as well as makes up excuses) to fuck you

♥ Whenever you scream his name it makes his heart sing, encouraging him go even harder

♥ He knows he's got you with the whole 'sweet blond boy' schtick, but he's still paranoid; so he's going to make sure you're stuck with him

♥ He's in a daze of blinding hot pleasure, but he still has his tact about him, and knows he has to phrase things just right so that you don't freak out

♥ "I wanna cum inside, can I please? I-is it okay?"

♥ He knows he's totally fooled you with that innocent stutter in his voice

♥ His gentle words are always mismatched with the dirty rolling of his hips against you; really, he's not just fucking because he loves you, he wants to be as close as physically possible, he wants to be the reason you have an ache in your hips

♥ Most importantly he just really wants to fuck a baby into your hips

♥ If you ever give him the 'not in the mood' thing, he knows exactly how to change your mind

♥ Starts with a few little kisses leading up your neck, a pouty look, those doe eyes etc

♥ "You don't have to do much, and I'll be quick, I promise."

♥ Literally 5 mins after saying that he's plunging deep inside you, stretching out your little hole so much that it makes you weep from pleasure

♥ You literally have to beg him to stop bc he'll get so wrapped up into it that he doesn't realize you're exhausted

♥ He'll keep conveniently forgetting condoms

♥ Usually he maintains this super sweet, welcoming voice and expression around you, but this mask breaks apart when he's got you pressed down into his mattress

♥ "You like that, hm? Like it when I fuck you like this?"

♥ Has to smirk to himself when he sees you cumming all over his length

♥ Head empty for hypersexual Scorpio boy

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fabledresources · 9 months

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𝐏𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

it's exactly as it says, a compilation of prompts all collected from posts on pukicho's blog! basically just... a lot of chaos. enjoy <3

i feel like, if you scream at a small animal loud enough, it would simply explode.

what is man but an animal playing god?

if you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well, i think that’d be a neat noise.

huh! it really is all about me!

i don't condone anything. i don't care if it's good or bad, i just don't condone it.

i believe that, when we die, we cry in the dirt for eternity, and i welcome it.

i bet you work at the anti-soup kitchen, which steals soups from the poor.

your suffering is my heaven.

no one broods in the 21st century. that's a 19th century and under activity.

i make the bros blush and giggle.

i love how spider-man is kinda like our biggest guy. the greeks had odysseus, we have spider-man.

i bite my nails sometimes. i yearn for my own bones.

being silly and goofy and getting to help people when they're down? sounds like i win this round, loser.

instead of whoring around, you could learn a musical instrument!

i would love to visit some innocent happy gnome village and just start stompin'.

if we were all living in the wilderness, natural selection would get you first.

the absence of purpose is enough reason to do whatever the fuck you feel like doing.

i love making shit up and lying to people and never telling them the truth.

feeling very unethical today, might spread hate.

god has granted you the gift of knowledge and yet you shun him.

i went to the doctors, i got my blood drawn. i was extremely brave.

you're my greatest enemy. i will add a single grain of sand to your room every day until you succumb to the desert.

close your eyes and imagine yourself being a more likeable person, and then open them and weep.

your words of defiance bring me ungodly amounts of rage.

i want nothing more than to uppercut you directly to heaven's front door.

i'll outlive this fucking planet if it looks at me the wrong way.

mother earth will cry tears of joy the day you become part of her soil.

i hope you all get stuck somewhere and you have to eat each other to survive.

kids are just like 'ppptppptppthhptpppthh' until one day they’re like 'oh shit i can think' and then it’s all downhill from there.

hey, do you ever feel just so much love in your damn heart that you wanna break something just for fun?

if you kill me, my teeth only have a 2% drop rate. good luck.

beautiful women are always swarming me, saying things like ‘hey [name], why don’t we elope?’ or ‘hey [name], let’s run away and leave it all behind’ and i tell them no, i have a responsibility to verbally abuse people on the internet.

i never sleep. i just die and then wake up in the morning.

if you mean to tell me there ISN’T a ghoul that manifests and wanders the halls in ikea past closing time, then i don’t believe you.

i have too many enchanted crystals and not enough blood sacrifices to do anything with them.

i am going to liquidate all of my assets and use the money to hire hitmen to slap you daily for the rest of your life.

#rp memes #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #sentence prompts

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killadelphias · 7 months

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Please get more mean about fanon :) we wanna see it

prefacing this to say that one day i’m gonna post fics and make posts with bad takes & people are gonna be like uhhhh look here dude, turns out you also suck. sure! cool! we’re all multifaceted people, in theory, and sometimes you hit and sometimes you miss. I think there are a lot of really talented and interesting people in this fandom. it's all interpretations and headcanons and personal opinions. however. this is what misses for me:

fashion! It shouldn't really matter but ughh 😒 I'm really into fashion and costume design and expanding the imagination to a broader wardrobe (i have secret pinterest boards of ST character fashion aesthetics actually ssssh it's fine). but, Michael "He-Wouldn't-Wear-That" Wheeler. why is mike so often made out to be this hybrid of 2007-esque emo kid and glam rocker? He’s just a dude. That’s why i like him. His 80s teenage rebellion is to stop dressing like a baby accountant/mini-ted exclusively donning the latest Gap window display. He's breaking free from the Sears catalogue but he's not about to go join van halen. Maybe some ripped jeans. Band tees. That leather jacket. exploring creativity in denim. Subtlety mimicking eddie m but not really ever going full metal-head. he might go a liiiiiittle new wave, but not too far. It’s the falsity of insisting on the nail polish and the fucking non-existent rhinestone belt and leather pants and makeup for me as a prerequisite for an accurate mike portrayal. and to me that’s… not mike. It’s maybe the inability to remove the actor’s extra curricular modeling career from the fictional character on tv. Mike is just some dude!! And that’s ok!! folks are not gonna like that one, but that's what they call an informed opinion!! 😎 personal preference, some may scream, but whatever. the planet keeps spinning.

the reddie-fication of byler. I love IT and reddie. Will is not eddie kaspbrak. Mike is not richie tozier. Yeah man, i get it. 80s and gay repression and insecurity and secretly being in love with your best friend. But that’s where it stops. I personally don’t see many similarities between any of these characters. Will is not a jock!! He would never join a sports team!! He is not joining track or working out a ton! That makes sense in the context of the eddie k character (i’m not saying that eddie is a jock lmaoooo god no, i’m just saying that track and running are a believable eddie fanon thing and there’s already a bunch of eddie k stuff i see projected onto will so nahhh). & eddie and richie are at each other’s throats and making bitchy little comments and riling each other up but mike and will do not have that sort of relationship. Yeah, they’re gonna argue and snip at each other but it’s a different flavor, it’s a different cuisine entirely. AND ANOTHER THING, why do people put the milkdud dynamic on will/mike. They are not constantly rolling their eyes, exasperated and dismissive with each other either, for the record. They’re genuinely best friends. Where’s the best friendship-ism of it all?!! That’s what makes mike and will such a good pair! The codependency, the longing, the complimentary dynamic, conversationally being on the same page. Ughhhh.

I feel like so many folks just want sanded down versions of these characters. Where Will is stoic and colder and loses his quick jump into extreme emotions. have him weep, have him be annoyed and jealous, have him tear up. let him be anything but this personality-lacking shell. He is not a quippy badass. He is a mess, sometimes pathetic, he is the personification of ‘do it scared, do it sobbing, do it anyway.’ and mike. Hmm. mike is abrasive, he can be an asshole. Mike cares a lot. Mike’s friends actually like him and value him. He can be all of these things simultaneously. Why is he portrayed in story after story as being this mopey burden, this person they regrettably keep around only to insult and discredit? It’s weird. Why is everyone always threatening him when it comes to his relationship with will? No one is doing that. Kill the shovel talk. Take your fucking shovel and dig a grave and bury it and walk away. Corny ass trope. Why is the fanon portrayal of the party this bunch of meddling kids, overly invested in their two friend’s love lives, placing bets and feeling no shock in 1980-whatever when mike and will get together, exchanging money and being smug? What is that? Corny ass trope.

Speaking of sanding them down……… to be quite honest, there is so much realistic stuff already out there. wHoLsEoMe. i love sappy stuff, i love slice of life and all that but there comes a point when it feels like the meat of the actual show is something people wished wasn't an aspect?? i get that you can just write whatever you want and have whatever takes you want and that’s cool i guess, but then so much of the personalities of these characters (not just will/mike, the whole damn show cast) has been shaped by the supernatural/horror elements liiiike. It’s there for a reason. That’s the show. So many character traits and motivations and whatnot are because of the setting. I can’t personally separate the canon story from the canon characters. if byler wasn't a factor in ST i would still really really love ST soooo. Idk this is such a vague point but it is what it is, it’s been talked to death and i’m beating the dying horse like a pinata but the prize unfortunately is people accusing you of saying that one heartstopping teen show shouldn’t exist. Ok???? 🤔

The fucking wheeler family. Aren’t they interesting enough without making them the byers 2.0? This point has also been done to death but can’t we just watch the show and see literally what is being portrayed on screen? Middle america flavored conformity in the face of rampant political conservatism in rural indiana in the 1980s and how mike wheeler is fucked up from that environment, creating what he’s got going on internally? That’s not enough of a bold fucking characterization and motivation for you? You gotta make shit up? Idk man. Ted wheeler is not Doing All That. i see so much that just bewilders me. like cool original idea you came up with, cool random post you made. What does it have to do with the ST we are actively watching? The wheelers are kind of what we see is what we get. Idk does my staunchness on this make me boring? I just don’t think it’s necessary to invent shit when we already have so many different family dynamics available to analyze in the actual show.

I feel like some people saw what mike and will were like in s2 and just. Stopped. Caring? or are interested in character growth whether “positive” or “negative” only in the way that only fits their mental aesthetic? Like it or not (i personally love s3 and i know this is an unpopular view on tumblr.com. it’s not without major flaws, but i still like it a ton) but s3 happened and these are the characters who we have decided to allow total brain infiltration. Characters grow and develop their personalities in this fictional world and where we are as of s4 is worlds away from s2. It’s ok to not think of them as innocent twelve year olds forever…

Fanon’s favorite cliche: “Will fell first but mike fell harder” lol fuck off. I hate this phrase in regards to ships in general but this???? Oh boy. Oh boy i laugh. Will “i’m not gonna fall in love/tears in my eyes you’re the heart/ you make me feel like i’m not a mistake/ down bad 24-7 mike wheeler is the light of my life my literal knight in shining armor” Byers …… hmm. 🤣🤣🤣

#idk i am just some dude w thoughts on this damn show #this is pretty long but i am CHATTY as fuck and i don't usually say much but maybe i should stop holding back and just SPEAK #i honestly have sooo much more to say about everything else i kind of got caught up on byler stuff but this novel needed to end lol #nothing matters honestly it's just a television show we're all gonna be ok 😎#asks #st

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atlasscrumpit · 2 years

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Can I request a fic of reader getting possessed to be Ammit’s avatar by force, and reader is being forced to hurt the moon boys. Somehow she manages to get control, remembering how a god is vulnerable in mortal flesh, and stabs herself in the neck to stop Ammit, and the boys lose it, particularly Marc, because he’s guilt personified. Reader dies and goes to field of reeds, but Anubis comes and is like “hey so I owe a favor to khonsu, so you wanna live again, or what?”, and when she comes back, the boys are sobbing and freaking out. Maybe after that they manage to pull back a little of the yandernes out of guilt, though they’re always a little too possessive and still keep the reader inside on days they have nightmares.

Turning pale

Warnings - blood, violence, death

"Darling, I have to go attend to some things. You know the rules, baby. Don't leave the house, don't open the door for anyone and if you need me call me on the burner phone, okay?" Marc listed off as you nodded and he kissed your forehead.

"Please be safe." You whispered making him smile.

"I will, angel. I'll see you soon."

The night had gone on longer than Marc expected.

He was exhausted and just wanted to return home to you.

"Marc." A voice sang his name as he turned around and his eyes widened.

It was you, but your body was dressed in alligator skin.

"Marc, why is Y/N here?" Steven whispered as Marc looked at you in shock.

"Are you shocked? I thought I would use someone you knew. Maybe then when I kill you, you'll have a familiar face." She said as Marc's face harder.

"Ammit." He growled as she chuckled.

"Come on, take me down Moon knight." She said before running towards Marc.

All he could do was dodge, he didn't dare hit you or hurt you in anyway.

"Aww, are you too scared to hurt us?" Ammit said as Marc looked at her.

Suddenly Steven took over and looked at you both.

"Love, I know you can hear me somewhere in there. You have to fight this." He said as Ammit laughed.

"While that's all very touching, I think it's time we stop playing." She growled lunging onto Steve, he kept hitting him across the face as you screamed within your own mind.

She summon a sword and was about to kill your love before you stopped her.

"No!" You screamed before you ran the blade across your throat.

You both fell to the floor gasping for air as Marc quickly took over.

"Y/N!" He screamed holding you in his arms as he retracted his mask.

"If...if I die, she dies. I love you." You choked out gripping at your own throat as you watched Marc cry uncontrollably.

"No, Y/N. Come on, love. Please." Marc whispered as he watched the life in your eyes slowly fade.

Marc, Steven and Jake felt so much at once, yet nothing at all.

The person they loved more than anything was gone.

"Khonshu!" Marc screamed as the God appeared and looked down at him.

"What a shame." He grumbled looking at your dead body.

"Bring her back! Fucking bring her back! She died fighting your fight! This is your fault!" Marc shouted still gripping you in his arms.

"If you don't do this, I will trap you inside of me and kill myself. Taking you down with me. So fucking bring her back, Khonshu." Marc growled as the God sighed.

"Stay here, I have someone to talk to."

An hour later and Marc was still in the middle of the street holding your body and weeping silently.

Khonshu appeared once more and Marc looked up with hope.

"You are forever in my dept, Marc Spector." Khonshu muttered before Marc heard a soft breath come from your mouth.

"Y/N?" Marc whispered as he watched the colour slowly return to your skin.

Your eyes reanimated and you looked up at Marc.

"It's okay, baby. I'm here, take it easy." He whispered running his finger over your cheek.

He watched the wound on your neck slowly heal and disappear, leaving a scar.

"Hurts." You whispered as he gently kissed your forehead.

"I know, baby, I know. Just relax, I'm going to get us home." He said gently picking up your fragile body.

You made it home and back into your bed, Marc did his best to explain to you what had happened.

"I'm sorry I hurt you." You whispered as Marc gently played with your hair.

"You didn't hurt us, sweetie. It was Ammit, not you." Marc reassured you as you nodded.

"I can't let you out of my sigh ever again." He whispered, you noticed tears forming in his eyes.

"From now on you can't leave this apartment okay? Even if I'm with you, it's too dangerous. I'm not letting you out of our sight, baby. Never again, never." He whispered crying softly and burying his face in your hair.

You wanted to argue with it, but you knew it was for the best, for now.

Marc had almost lost the last person he had left and you knew you needed to do whatever you could to keep him somewhat sane and reassured.

#moon knight #steven grant #marc spector #jake lockley #Yandere #Request #Ammit #Khonshu #Avatar reader

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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A New Beginning Drabble: Adam's Nightmare

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Content: False accusations, parental whumper, nightmares, [mentioned] suicide, blamed for someone taking their life, physical/emotional abuse, fear of physical contact, PTSD/trauma.

A few people asked for a look in on what Adam's childhood was like, so have this. Isn't long by any means, but there's some heavy conversation during the nightmare.

(also, there is comfort)

“You killed him.”

Adam’s entire body shook as he scrambled towards the living room and out of the kitchen. It was hard – he could hardly find the strength to stand on his own two feet – but he managed to anyway, just to get away from the woman tailing him.

His own flesh and blood.

“You’re the reason he’s no longer with us.”

As much as he wanted to speak, all Adam could do was cry. The strain on his throat hurt the more he struggled to hold in his tears and every time he so much as thought about saying anything, another sob shook his already-trembling shoulders.

He didn’t do it. He didn’t. He would never wish death on anyone, let alone be the cause of it – no matter how relieved he’d been by the news that his father was no longer with them. The man had abused him physically and emotionally for years upon years – how was he not supposed to feel some sense of relief?

His ma clearly saw things differently. She made that clear when she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the nearest wall, her blunt teeth bared angrily.

It scared him to no end that she was half his size and still managed to toss him around like he was nothing.

“Please,” he finally managed to weep. “Di’nt do it. I di’nt-“

The pressure on his throat increased significantly, silencing him before he could finish his sentence. “He took his own life just to get away from you. Didn’t you read the note he left behind?”

Adam sobbed just that bit harder. “I can’t, I can’t be responsible for someone else’s decis-“

“Oh, but you were! Even he said so.”

She leaned forward even more, nearly pressing her mouth up against his ear just to make sure he understood her bitter words.

“It’s a pity that I know he’s gone to hell, but at least I know you’ll be able to entertain him down there—"

—and just like that, she was gone as quick as she’d come.

The lights were replaced by complete darkness, and her voice was replaced by Ryker’s concerned one; gently coaxing him into waking up with a hand on his back.

Despite this being the third time a nightmare like this had occurred this week, Adam woke up screaming just as hard as the last. In an attempt to protect himself, he shoved his hands against Ryker’s bare chest and pushed him away; only stopping when the younger man’s hands carefully cupped his.

“Hey. Breathe. It’s just me,” he whispered, just loud enough that Adam could hear him over the sound of his own panting. “You’re home. You’re safe. Can you hear the ocean just outside our window?”

He could. In fact, he thought it sounded louder than usual – in a comforting way. He was hardly ever able to visit the ocean before he moved out of home. It took him years to realise that there was a beach in his hometown at all. It was one of the first things Ryker reminded him of after a nightmare.

“Jesus-fucking-christ,” he mumbled, slowly allowing his trembling hands to relax against Ryker’s grip. He could feel several tears beginning to well in his eyes, but it wasn’t so hard to push them down. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I’m still… getting these nightmares. I thought they were done.”

“Unfortunately—” Ryker began, slowly wrapping an arm around Adam’s hunched shoulders as he spoke, “—it doesn’t quite work that way, though I wish it did. I think this is something we have to learn to manage, rather than stop all together. Both of us.”

I don’t wanna do this for the rest of my life. I can’t.

Adam nodded, tentatively wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist as they both laid back down against the sheets and pillows. “I guess so.”

“The fact that you can hug me right now means that you’re getting better,” Ryker commented quietly. His lips grazed Adam’s forehead as he spoke, and Adam found himself smiling, despite himself. “You couldnt’a done that a year ago.”

It was unfortunate, really. Ryker absolutely loved physical contact. He thrived off of it, far more than he did even before he began to resent it. He was grateful that he had Carlos now who, though he clearly had a fear of being touched, seemed to trust Ryker enough to initiate and receive hugs and hand-holding. It meant that he didn’t have to worry as much about leaving him craving intimacy when he couldn’t do it.

Though, Ryker was right in the end. He was getting better, even if just slowly.

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ilikecheeseandchocolatee · 3 months

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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA okay the minute i hit post i'm going to delete among us, delete portal and uh delete stickmin and uh close this browser and GO EAT DINNER AND I'M SO TIRED OF EVERYTHING WHY ESDFJOIFOIDSHFODSIFIOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAi'm literally sobbing inside but i can't sob physically yet because it will take maybe 1.5 hours for my parents to be asleep and i can only sob when they are asleep so that they do not worry about me and idofsihofhdsofhdosifhdsoifhdosifhdosihfodsifhdsoihfodishfodsihfoisdhfodshiodhfiodhfhihioh internally weeping to bits right now.i'm so timred of everything. people. i'm so tired of people. i'm so tireEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDi wanna sleep for 5 days and play videogames for 10 days and spend 15 days cleaning my room and 4 months studying for my exams and 6 months doing my work but nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i have to have deadlines which my brain proceeds to IGNORE COMPLETELY so there's no point because i'm still not getting anything done i'm just sitting here playing amongus or some shit and bin weevils but NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOi have work i have to do work i have to clean my room i have to do work i have to do so much work and i'm doing absolutely none of it and it's been days and i'm going to be in trouble VERY soon if i don't start studying idk anything i don't know how to ADD NUMBERS ANYMORE i don't know how to calculate the distance between 2 parallel planes i don't knowwwwwwwwwwwwww i don't know i don't know i don't know and i'm so tired and i want to sleep i want to eat instant noodles and drink 3 gallons of water and then i will snuggle up in my blankies and sleep it is 20:29 and i have time i'm going t ot sseeelppppppp i want sleep i'm so tired. i want sleep.

sorry this is the first time i'm doing a vent post from my laptop and my fingers are a lot faster on a physical keyboard so now literally all my thoughts are just being poured onto this post so apologies for anyone readind this no i will not be deleting it because i need to keep these posts on my blog so in the future i can search up my vent posts and look at the amount of progress i've made so no i will not be deleting this post but I DO STILL NEED TO SCREAMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM i'm so done and so tired and i'm going to sleep tonight and clean my room tomorrow and then i'm going to

study yeah i'm going to do 3D vectors because i like that topic and i need to start with something that i know will suck me in i HATE normal maths it's too boring and easy i need to do some further maths it will make me feel better i'm going to SCREAM please someone wish me luck making those instant noodles i want to make something so i don't feel like i'm rotting away in my procrastination and just sitting here and doing literally nothing i'm just not doing anything i'm just sitting here i want to do thigns but i'm just not doing them why does it have to be so hard to do things i literally want to do

and plus now i have afreaking roommate that is a spider. i am arachnophobic. but i can't kill the spider because it's just a little guy existing and it's MY fault for being so irrationally scared of a tiny little fellow so now he's my roommate and his name is Spookie and he owns one corner of my wardrobe and i just have to live with this i have to still open up that side and clean everything up WITH spookie sitting there and it's too hard everything is too hard i just want to relax for 5 years and then get back to life i swear i'll do it but no i have things to do i have an income to earn because no one in my family can be trusted with MONEY so now i have to make my own or i'll die which is techincally what i want to do but i'm not allowed because ialso have the best friends known to mankind and they don't want me to die so now i have to live and to live i need money so a job and now i have a job but i DONT DO ANYTHING BECAUSE I'M STILL A KID I'M STILL EIGTHEEN AND I DON'T DESERVE TO HAVE TO CARRY THE WEIGHT OF MY FAMILY ON MY SHOULDERS AND ALSO THEIR MENTAL HEALTH AND MAKE SURE THEY'RE NOT TOO WORRIED ABOUT ME OR IT WILL BE HARDER FOR ME TO COPE AND IDSOFUSHOFDHOF EVERYTHING. everything is just too much. everything is always just far too much. eevvfdgoifhdodgifgjofidjgiodfjgdfiojoiodijgjoidfjgoidfgjdgfguidshfudshfidshifuhdsoufhdsofhidosfjidsjosfjooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

i wanna scream but i can't because i live among other humans and other humans don't like listening to sounds of other humans screaming even though that's desperately what i want to do and adflsodshgoidsfodjogifdjgodfgdfgdfgdfddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd so tired. i'm so tired. i want to sleep after eating instant noodles. insteand noooooodles. goodn ight. i' m SLEELPING. i'm not doingg this anymore i'm tired and i'm sleeping i'm going to get up tomorrow and do things, not now. HECK not now. someone please make me wake up at 07:30 like i'm supposed to and not fucking 11 am like i've been doing lately. my timezone is IST btw but i also don't have notifications on so there's no point asdfughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh aoky good night.

#tw vent #forgot to mention this but don't read it if you're not feeling good mentally #existence is a pain #tw rant #rant #vent #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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blckfyres · 2 years

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blckfyres' song prompts !

requests are currently open !

welcome to my first song prompt list! below the cut you'll find some of my favourite lyrics - send me a number for an aemond drabble or ficlet!

first, some housekeeping:

Rules - I currently write for Aemond only, so please only request prompts for him. - Aemond/Reader only, please! - You're welcome to send over any ideas you have in your prompt request, but I can't promise I'll stick to it. - Requests can also be NSFW. - Feel free to use and reblog these prompts but do tag me for credit and shoot me a follow if you do!

a special thanks to @1800-fight-me for the push to post <3

without further ado, find the song prompts below the cut, and send a raven to request!

You really got me this time. And the hardest part is knowing I’ll survive – Boulder to Birmingham, Emmylou Harris

Take me into your palms, what is left when unhungry? - 666, Bon Iver

I am drowning, there is no sign of land. You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand – No Children, The Mountain Goats

I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion – Don’t Swallow the Cap, The National

Only love is all maroon. Gluey feathers on a flume. Sky is womb and she’s the moon - Flume, Bon Iver

Where everything was fiction, future, and prediction. Now, where am I? My fading supply - Fourth of July, Sufjan Stevens

He said it’s all in your head and I said so’s everything, but he didn’t get it. I thought he was a man but he was just a little boy - Paper Bag, Fiona Apple

Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me we both matter, don’t we? – Running Up That Hill, Kate Bush

I am a fountain of blood in the shape of a girl – Bachelorette, Bjork

Why don’t you weep when I hurt you? Why don’t you weep when I cut you? - Brazen, Skunk Anansie

Let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone, let me see you moving like they do in Babylon – Dance Me To the End of Love, Leonard Cohen

Hey baby, where were you back then? When I needed your hand - Nobody Else Will Be There, The National

Oh Reverend please, can I chew your ear? I’ve become what I most fear. And I know there’s no such thing as ghosts, but I have seen the demon host - Demon Host, Timber Timbre

I wanna hold the hand inside you, I wanna take the breath that’s true - Fade Into You, Mazzy Star

You're all I need, and maybe some faith would do me good, maybe some faith would do me good – On the Bound, Fiona Apple

Mother I lost it all, the fear of the Lord I was given - Upward Over the Mountain, Iron and Wine

And at once I knew, I was not magnificent - Holocene, Bon Iver

Idealism sits in prison; chivalry fell on his sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me, I should know. I slithered here from Eden, just to sit outside your door – From Eden, Hozier

Words are futile devices – Futile Devices, Sufjan Stevens

You are the sun, and moon and stars are you, and I could never run away from you. You try at working out chaotic things, and why should I believe myself, not you? It's like the world is gonna end so soon. And why should I believe myself? - You, Radiohead

Heavens when you looked at me, your eyes were like machinery, your hands were making artefacts in the corner of my mind - Mary, Big Thief

She is benediction - Dancing Barefoot, Patti Smith

Hunger hurts but starving works when it costs too much to love – Paper Bag, Fiona Apple

Everything I love is on the table, everything I love is out to sea – Don’t Swallow the Cap, the National

On the top of your head there is a poem, the thought in my head oh God only knows, as everything else will disappoint you - City of Roses, Sufjan Stevens

On the surface, simplicity, but the darkest pit in me, is pagan poetry - Pagan Poetry, Bjork

Broken hymen of Your Highness, I'm left black. Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back - Heart-Shaped Box, Nirvana

It had a nice ring to it, when the old opry house rang, so, with a solemn auld lang syne, sealed, delivered, I sang. - Good Intentions Paving Co., Joanna Newsom

We do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry. The night is lovely as a rose. If i see sunlight hit you I am sure that we’ll both decompose - Alpha Rats Nest, The Mountain Goats

And the cellar door is an open throat - The House That Dripped Blood, The Mountain Goats

I thrive best hermit style, with a beard and a pipe and a parrot on each side, but now I can’t do this without you - Unison, Bjork

She holds a smile like someone would hold a crying child - Cath, Death Cab For Cutie

On the sheet I see your horizon, all of me pressed onto you. But in this light, you look like Poseidon, I'm just a ghost you walk right through - All of Me Wants All of You - Sufjan Stevens

You couldn’t have stuck your tongue down the throat of somebody who loved you more. So I will wait for the next time you want me, like a dog with a bird at your door - Moon Song, Phoebe Bridgers

There was something I was trying to say but I choked on it and now it’s getting kind of late – Mene, Brand New

Just cause you feel it, doesn’t mean it’s there – There, There, Radiohead

I need my golden crown of sorrow, my bloody sword to swing, my empty halls to echo with grand self-mythology – King, Florence & the Machine

One day, I am going to grow wings, a chemical reaction, hysterical and useless. - Let Down, Radiohead

You don’t have to speak. I feel emotional landscapes, they puzzle me, the riddle gets solved, and you push me up to a state of emergency, how beautiful to be. State of emergency, is where I want to be – Joga, Bjork

Written on the wall, letters plain and tall, this is my own fault – Mene, Brand New

Love will save you from misery, then tie you to the bloody post – Love Will Save You, Swans

Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon - Cowboy Like Me. Taylor Swift

Glory to the night that shows me what I am. I’m not happy or sad, just up or down, and always bad…somebody please tell me no – Thursday Girl, Mitski

I don’t know how but I’m taller, it must be something in the water. Everything’s growing in our garden, you don’t have to know that it’s haunted – Garden Song, Phoebe Bridgers

You had questions only a masochist would ask, written all over your big brown eyes – Million, The Mountain Goats

Silhouette of the cedar, what is that song you sing for the dead? ... I forgive you mother, I can hear you, and I long to be near you, but every road leads to an end– Death with Dignity, Sufjan Stevens

So, I try to say goodbye, my friend, I’d like to leave you with something warm. But I never have been a calm blue sea, I have always been a storm – Storms, Fleetwood Mac

I can’t touch you, I wouldn’t if I could. I can’t love you like you want me to – Bite the Hand, Boygenius

I would beg to disagree, but begging disagrees with me – Under the Table, Fiona Apple

No thing I do don't do no thing but bring me more to do. It's true, I do imbue my blue unto myself, I make it bitter – On The Bound, Fiona Apple

And soon everybody will ask what became of you, cause your heart was dying fast and you didn’t know what to do - Cath, Death Cab For Cutie

And I know none of this'll matter in the long run, but I know a sound is still a sound around no-one - I Want You to Love Me, Fiona Apple

I couldn’t whisper when you needed it shouted, oh but I’m singing like a bird ‘bout it now. - Shrike, Hozier

#song prompts #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen #hotd #hotd fics #fics #fic request #aemond fics

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kalu-luwa · 2 years

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some self-indulgent incorrect quotes because i’m sad:

featuring @sammo-writes-whatever‘s lovely oc yumeko amane

cw: lotsa swearing, talks of death, general twst slander, spoilers for chapter 6, ooc but do i care? nah not really

(under the cut for dash length)

Neph, hugging Yume: I've only had Yume-chan for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone in Twisted Wonderland and then myself.

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Neph: *addressing people* fuck you

Neph: fuck you

Neph: *addressing Yume* you're cool :D

Neph: *addressing Crowley* and fuck you, i'm out

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Anyone: I may or may not have made Yumeko uncomfortable. How long until Nephtali and kills me?

Grim: ten

Anyone: Ten? Ten what?

Grim: nine

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Yume and Neph: *holding hands and swinging their arms, laughing and softly talking while strolling, general sweet sibling relationship*

Ace and Deuce: *slinging either of them over the other's shoulder like a sack of potatoes, both of them screaming and sprinting past them*

(alternatively: Jade and Floyd? Riddle and Floyd, Rook and any of the beastmen...)

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Yume: Oh no, a cute girl! I can’t talk to her like this!

Yume: Oh, she's going.

Yume: Oh no! Another cute girl!

Neph: Stop looking in every mirror you see, I don’t want you to have a mental breakdown.

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Yume: I have HRE. Hopeless Romantic Energy.

Neph: Holy Roman Empire.

Grim: Hambu Rg Er

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Yume: As fellow first years and good friends, we always finish each other's-

Adeuce: -homework

Neph: what the fuck

Adeuce, crying: *slides over sheets of paper* please help

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Ace: How does it feel to have the shittiest dorm ever?

Neph: shut up your mother buys you mega bloks instead of legos

Ace, unlocking his Unique Magic: YOU FUCKING TAKE THAT BACK

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Ramshackle Dorm collectively: WHEN WILL YOU LEARN THAT YOUR ACTIONS HAVE CONSEQUENCES

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Rook: j’owo

Rook: tu owos

Rook: il/elle/on owos

Rook: nous owoins

Rook: vous owoez

Rook: ils/elles owoent

Neph: did you just conjugate owo in french

Rook: owoui

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Neph: with all these e-girls and e-boys

Neph: i just want to be e-nough

Cater:

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Neph: i'm not normally a violent person

Neph, gesturing to TWST Chapter 6: but this makes me wanna go smack some people around

Yume: please don't

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Neph: Grim, you ate too many blot crystals and blacked out. I'll ask you a few questions while Yume-chan does first aid.

Grim: *incomprehensible noise of affirmation*

Neph: What's your favourite colour?

Grim, with the confidence of a thousand suns: tuna

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Yume: We’ve been conducting an ongoing study to see what Floyd will and won't eat.

Neph: Grass? Yeah.

Yume: Moss? Yeah!

Neph: Leaves? Oh, yeah.

Yume: Shoelaces? Strange, but true!

Neph: Worms? Sometimes...

Yume: Rocks? Usually, no.

Neph: Twigs? Usually.

Yume: Lilia or Jade's cooking? Inconclusive!

Deuce: How... did you test this???

Yume: You just hand him stuff and say 'eat this' and if he eats it, he eats it.

Deuce: I don't know how to feel about this...

Ace: IS THAT WHERE ALL MY SPARE SHOELACES WENT

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Neph: i lived bitch

Overblotters: Wha- you can't be here- you're dead!- I literally saw you die??-

Neph: death is a social construct

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Deuce: Neph isn't answering the phone.

Yume: I'll try!

Ace: Deuce and I have tried 6 times each, what makes you think-

Neph: hello???

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Azul: It’s a white flag and you may as well start waving it-

Neph: THE ONLY THING I WILL BE WAVING IS YOUR DECAPITATED HEAD ON A STICK IN FRONT OF YOUR WEEPING MOTHER

Azul:

The Leech Twins:

Everyone else:

Azul, slightly terrified: Holy shit.

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Neph: I like to think I have a sharp memory. Try naming something I forgot.

Ace: your birthday You left me in a parking lot 3 weeks ago.

Neph: that was on purpose try again

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Neph and Epel, struggling to stand in 1-inch heels: yeah heels aren't for us

Vil, flawlessly walking in 6-inch stilettos: W E A K

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Yume, staring off dramatically into the sunset:

Neph: Yume-chan, are you alright? What’s wrong?

Yume: If you stack two pizzas on top of each other, it’s two pizzas.

Yume, frowning: But if you stack two lasagnas, it’s still one lasagna.

Neph:

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Anyone: If I say 'I love you', will you say it back?

Yume/Neph: Yeah.

Anyone: I love you.

Yume/Neph: It back.

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Yume: What’s it like being tall?

Neph: Is it nice?

Yume: Can you reach the cupboards comfortably?

Malleus, 100% serious: *talking about Lilia* we live in constant fear of the small ones, who will climb four chairs, two boxes, a small coffee table, and six oddly placed stools to get what they want

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Grim: Why do the two of you like the rain so much?

Yume: It’s so romantic, and it makes a great white noise for when you’re going to sleep! I like splashing in puddles too, it’s fun and nostalgic.

Neph: i’m trying to get hit by lightning

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Neph: listen here, you little shits

Neph: not you, Yume-chan, you're an angel and we're glad you're here

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Ace: Also, from now on, we’ll be using code names! You can address me as Eagle One.

Ace, to Neph: Been There Done That.

Ace, to Yume: Currently Doing That.

Ace, to Grim: It Happened Once In a Dream.

Ace, to Deuce:

Ace: Eagle Two

Deuce: oh my god

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Ace: L is for the way you look at me

Neph: O is for the only one I see

Yume: V is for very, very extraordinary

Deuce:

Deuce: egg

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*tea-cup Disney rides*

Yume and Neph: *calmly spinning, chatting happily*

Leona, Vil, and Malleus: *spinning faster, heated conversation*

Adeuce: *hurricane spinning, screaming at each other*

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Neph: The average pineapple, peeled and cut, makes about 4.5 cups or 36 ounces of pineapple chunks. Cans of pineapple come in a variety of sizes, the most common being 28 or 20 ounces and 46 ounces. Meaning a single pineapple won’t fill up a single can perfectly, which also means every time you eat pineapple from a can, somewhere someone else has the can that has the rest of that same pineapple. Meaning you can share a single fruit with a stranger from hundreds of miles away and I think that’s beautiful.

Yume: How much sleep are you getting?

Neph: not enough

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Neph: I AM THE SAND GUARDIAN

Neph: GUARDIAN OF THE SAND

Yume: Poseidon quivers before them!

Neph, to Octavinelle: FUCK OFF

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alright that’s enough for today goodbye

#please laugh ;;#a comedic attempt was made #twst #twst oc #twisted wonderland #incorrect twisted wonderland quotes #incorrect quotes #some of these are vines #i love them #espi.ritu #nephtali (on a bright cloud of music shall we fly?)#i'm not gonna tag everyone sorry #too lazy #rip

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