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selineram3421 · 2 months

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Heeeey, semi-insipred/totally inspired by "As the World Caves in" can you do a story that involves Alastor going after that one last killer he hadn't got yet. Like alot of serial rapist-murders, they have a type they go after. Maybe Alastor's fiance is exactly 100% the type, and he starts noticing a new car in their neighborhood and a new seemingly friendly face in their lives that seems to be VERY interested in his fiancé, but mostly he is just seen walking a dog and from gossip might be the new bf of a neighbor (who doesn't fit the type). Nothing OBVIOUSLY suspicious to your averge person but maybe not Alastor.

Maybe they can be kind of a foil to Alastor where Alastor in his own twisted way has a nobel cause of trying to stop extremly dangerous crime by killing criminals that the cops aren't getting either on purpose or theoufh incompetence.

Maybe the serial rapist murder also thinks they have a nobel cause thinking they are "saving women from this terrible world." Or whatever idea that they got in their head to justify their wants. Maybe just some guy. Crooked cop knowing how to dodge the system. Ifk.

Idk, I'm messy and here for the DRAMA!

Ooooo~ Some of you wanted mooooooore. Lol.

Coming Apart

As The World Caves In

Human Alastor X Human Reader Oneshot

Warning!⚠

⚠ she/they for reader, mentions of hunting, blood/gore(discriptive injuries), fluff/angst, food mention-breakfast, hinting at the start of cannibalism, stalking, attempted rape, murder, blood!, bad dog owner, reader gets their hands dirty, self defence ⚠

Being engaged to Alastor is very much like being partners in crime.

It is never boring.

Instead, its quite exciting and unexpected at times. Sometimes its good but sometimes it could also be bad.

Like right now.

It was late at night.

Only students working on papers or assignments are up at this hour. Thankfully with blasting music, headphones or not.

You were up waiting.

Alastor was out on one of his "deer hunts", you like to call it. Only because you found antlers mounted in his dorm when in college and thought he hunted them.

It gave a good cover for his occasional late night outings.

The hour was way past twelve, quiet in the apartment save for the ticking from your antique mantle clock sitting on the windowsill.

Outside was a different story.

Modern times have a more active night life, and cars pass by now and again. Not too often.

Thank god I don't live on a main street.

You thought, scrolling through images on your phone. Trying to ease the multiple worried thoughts swarming in your mind.

He was late.

Later than usual. Both of you had a long talk about how to carry out his "hunting" properly to ensure it did not disturb nature too much.

It was still bothering you.

He's late.

Then you notice that you've started bouncing your leg in place, and your thoughts keep spiraling.

Finally, there's a sound by the door.

Practically jumping up, you rush over and check the peep-hole, seeing him looking down the hallway and leaning over a bit.

Opening the door quickly with a smile, it shifts into a gasp. "Alastor!", you end up saying in shock instead of happiness.

He's holding himself up by leaning his hand on the doorway, his other hand is red and pressed up against his abdomen. "Hello darling..", he gives you a wobbly smile. "I'm home."

"Get inside, quick!", you whisper shout and pull him carefully.

He hisses in pain but follows you inside the apartment, not going too far. Moving to the wall, he slides down against it to a sitting position in the entryway. Letting out a few more noises of pain when you peel away his hand and shirt from his wound.

"Al.. Al honey, we have to get you to a hospital.", you manage to not stutter out.

"No-what? No. Then they'll ask how I got stabbed.", he says and moves your hand away with a sound effect to go with it. "Pssshh."

"And that tells me how much blood you've lost.", you say as you call an ambulance.

Both of you end up learning more first aid so this doesn't happen again, and so there is no suspicion.

At least it was never boring. Both of you hate being bored.

❇

Weekend mornings are Alastor's favorite.

Because every weekend morning starts off with music.

"Lovin' you is easy cause you're beautiful~", he sings and dances with his fiancé in the kitchen.

"Don't forget to flip the pancake.", they say and give a quick kiss, that turns into a slightly longer one.

Flipping the pancake quickly, he goes back to them to continue dancing.

"And everything that I do is out of lovin' you~", he hums the rest.

The radio continues to play the song as the two prepare breakfast.

Coffee is almost done and mugs are set out, plates are on the counter nearby the stove, and the table has a vase full of flowers that were picked from yesterday's grocery shopping.

Yes, everything should be perfect..

But why does this look lacking?

Alastor thinks as he stares down at the plate he is putting food on, which has scrambled eggs, toast and sausages.

"And every day my life is filled with lovin' you~", she sang while pouring coffee into the mugs.

Shaking the thought out of his head, he finishes up serving the food and takes the plates over to the table.

"Darling, do we have anything planned for today?", he asks as he sets the plates on the table and pulls out the chairs.

"Hmm.. I don't think so.", they say, making their way to the table with the mugs full of coffee. "I'd like to go thrift shopping though, we can try finding that old radio you wanted.", they say placing the mugs on the table.

"I quite like that idea. Let's do it!", he agrees with a smile.

The two sit down to eat and talk about what else they might buy.

Its a week later that his fiancé notices a new face in the neighborhood.

"Do we have a new neighbor?", they ask while looking out the window, but staying near the wall to be out of sight.

"A new neighbor?", he asks and makes his way over, standing next to them and also taking a look.

There's a man sitting at the bus bench on his phone with a dog leash in one hand. Odd thing is that a dog is nowhere to be seen.

"Do you think someone was dog sitting for him?", she asks.

"Perhaps, but we can't be too sure.", he says. "Let's go back to planning love. We're almost done with all of the food options."

"Don't forget the sweets table.", they say and head back over to the couch.

"How can I forget your sugar addiction.", he says with a light laugh and follows behind them.

"At least I know you won't steal my treats."

A few more days pass and the stranger is still hanging around the apartment complex. Not liking the odd vibes he gives off, Alastor visits an elderly neighbor that both of you like to call Grandmother.

He knocks on the door, holding a pie his love baked before heading off to work.

The door opens, revealing an old woman with white hair and wearing a purple dress, with a small pink flower broach pinned on their off white cardigan.

"Alastor, what a surprise.", the old woman smiles.

"Hello Ms Rosie, how are you today?", he offers a smile back.

"I'm doing well dear, come in!", she says and opens the door wider, walking to the living room. "Where is that lovely fiancé of yours?"

"They had to go to work today, one of the people called in sick.", Alastor answers and closes the door behind him before following the woman.

"Would you like tea? I just made some cinnamon tea.", Rosie now makes her way into the kitchen. "Set the pie down on the coffee table."

He sets down the pie like asked and sits down on the couch, knowing the woman would make a slight fuss if he didn't.

Rosie comes back with two mugs of tea and hands one to him before sitting down on the other end of the couch. "How are you dear? Anything interesting to tell me?"

"I'm doing well, nothing too interesting but my fiancé and I went to a few antique stores last weekend.", he says with a fond smile, remembering when they got excited over finding a 1930s typewriter.

"Oh how lovely, was there nice jewelry or tea sets?", she asked.

"There was a good amount of tea sets but most of them were incomplete. We managed to find you something that you might like.", he says before taking a sip of the tea, burning his tongue in the process.

Too soon. He thought with a small sigh.

"How sweet of you both. I'll make you both something to wear. Do you like sweaters?", Rosie continues to talk about different kinds of sweaters she could make for them.

"We both like sweaters, I'll visit again soon and let you know what kind with my fiancé.", Alastor says and puts the mug on the coffee table. "I wanted to ask if you know something about that strange man sitting on the bus bench across the street with a dog leash. He looks about like he's in his late thirties."

"Hm.. Yes, that man came into the building once. Asking to put up some missing dog flyers. Don't understand why he's just sitting on the bench. Maybe he's just waiting for someone?", Rosie says, mumbling the last bit. "Well, the other women say he might be a boyfriend of some young girl living in the apartment. Of course its just a guess."

"Hmm. I see.", he hums.

"Why do you ask dear? Did that man cause trouble?", Rosie asks.

"No, just surprised by the new face.", Alastor flashes a smile.

Before leaving the old woman's apartment, she gives him some red tea.

The next day both he and his fiancé are walking to the car when the strange man walks over.

"Excuse me, have you seen this dog around?", he asks them and holds up a flyer.

"No.", Alastor says after taking a glance at the picture.

The dog looks fluffy and has a bandana around its neck, but the image is terrible and you can barely tell what kind of dog it is.

"What about you miss?", the man then asks them, taking multiple steps forward.

"No, sorry.", they shake their head, taking a hold of Alastor's arm.

"We'll keep an eye out.", Alastor says quickly taking the flyer and the two keep walking. "Are you alright love?"

"Yeah, that guy just got too close.", they say.

That night, he looks up a list of stalkers and assaulters online. Only falling asleep after remembering that he has work tomorrow.

During work, there was an uncomfortable feeling in his gut.

When it hit five, he gathered his things quickly and left the radio station. The drive back home was a little annoying due to traffic, but he got there earlier then he usually does.

Then his phone rang.

Picking up the phone after seeing it was her, he let out a small sigh of relief.

"Hello darling. I just got home, so-", he started.

"Hey Red, remember that guy that kept sitting on the bench across the street? He- he followed me to work today.", they say shakily. "He had flyers like last time but he's been outside the building since putting some up."

"I'll be there. Stay on the phone with me and tell your boss the situation.", Alastor says quickly and gets ready to head out.

"Ok.."

When he gets there its dark, only the street lamps, a few stores, and cars passing by are giving off lights. The phone call ended when he said that he was around the corner.

Getting out of the car and running over, Alastor heads inside the building they work in and asks for them.

"You're their fiancé right?", the woman, who he assumes is your boss asks.

"Yes, are they ok?"

"Yeah, but the guy is still around. I'm going to need you to "buy" something while they sneak out. That ok?", she asks.

"Yes, that's fine. I don't care.", he says and gets a few bags of candy in the front.

Then he sees them walk out to the front.

"Hey.", they wave.

"Thank goodness you're ok.", he sighs and pulls out his wallet and keys. "Take the keys while I pay, the car is nearby. You have it yes?"

"Yeah.", they nod and take the keys, then look over to their boss. "I'll head out now."

"Walk out with Anthony and be careful.", the woman says as they head to the back. "The candy is for them isn't it?", she says as she scans the items.

"They eat candy while at work don't they.", he says with a chuckle.

After getting everything, he heads back to the car and sees that they've made it inside safely.

She unlocks the drivers side when seeing him walk up.

Opening the door, Alastor gets in and passes them the bag of candy, locking the door quickly after closing it. "How are you feeling love?", he asks while starting the car.

"Uh, a bit terrified to be honest.", she says and takes out sour candy. "Thank you for the candy."

"Let's go home.", he says.

Both of them keep an eye out for any cars that might be following them. And to be extra safe they don't turn on the lights when entering their apartment.

❇

After that, you called the police but of course nothing was done about it. They only said that they'd keep an eye out.

It was unsettling.

That guy knew where you lived and where you worked.

Seeing your uneasiness, Alastor suggested that both of you get away for the weekend and rent a cabin.

"We'll have Rosie come by and house sit for us so it looks like we're still here. I'll rent a car and we can go up to that mountain you told me about so much.", he holds you close, pulling you into a dance.

"Really? We can go anywhere, it doesn't have to be-", you started but were shushed with a kiss.

He pulls away with a smirk.

"Yes darling, you love it up there and you can show me all of the little shops you've explored, like that Little Dandelion bakery.", his smirk softened into smile as he lifted his hand up to caress your cheek. "I want to see you smile up at the trees again."

You hid your blushing face by resting your head on his chest with a soft huff. Alastor chuckles and continues to sway you in place, kissing the top of your head.

Rosie came to your apartment with her knitting tools and measuring tape the next day, a Friday evening. She had a book on patters for sweaters, yarn rolls almost spilling out of her bag.

"I'll take your measurements before you head out, go through the book if you want something specific.", the old woman said placing her things down on the coffee table.

It didn't take long before you both went out through the back of the building, going to the rental car that Alastor got. You helped put some of the bags in the trunk before he stopped you.

"Don't bother with this love, get in the car and lock the doors until I'm done.", he kissed your forehead.

"Ok.", you nodded and went into the passenger side.

Once finished, he joined you in the car and began driving. Both of you didn't know that the man had taken note of all the licence plates in the area.

The drive was peaceful, just an hour and a half away. You held the map on your phone as the car passed by familiar grassy hills and the old church ruins. At some point you both got off the car to get snacks and stretch your legs.

Driving up the mountain, you were beaming when the car drove through a cloud.

"I hope it rains, it's so pretty and smells nice in the rain.", you commented.

Soon both of you arrived and you told him to park near the shops.

"The restaurants are nearby, so we don't have to walk that far.", you explained.

Alastor smiled as you dragged him from shop to shop, and even praised the food from one of the restaurants that you took him to. The last stop was at the bakery you favored.

He took the orders while you found a spot to sit outside.

Paying for the sweetbread and coffee, he also got you a small pie. It didn't take long for the drinks to be ready and they quickly gave the baked goods.

Now I see why they like it here so much. Good service. He thought before stepping outside and looking for you.

But you weren't anywhere to be found.

"Darling?", he placed the items on a nearby table and looked around the area.

You would have told him if you were going somewhere, he knows that you would have waited for him. Something was wrong. Where were you?

Looking at the woodland floor, Alastor quickly went into hunting mode. It was quite easy to pick out shoe prints as the dirt was still damp from the morning rain. He knew your shoe size and the pattern on the bottom of your shoe, because you added little hearts to make markings with every step you took.

He found the little prints, but what had him more alert was the signs of struggle.

Someone had forcefully dragged you away.

Quietly, he followed the prints and soon found you pressed against a tree with a man covering your mouth.

"Don't you see I had to save you?", the man said as he tried to undo your pants.

"Mph!", you clawed and punched to get out of the gross thing's hold, effectively scratching the man's face till it bled.

"STOP FIGHTING ME!", he shouted and threw you on the ground.

You hit your shoulder on a rock which made you yelp in pain.

Alastor used this moment to tackle the man.

"YOU FUCKING PIG!", he growled and started beating the man in the face. "HOW DARE YOU! YOU NASTY, LOATHSOME-!"

"ATTACK!"

There was a loud bark and then before he knew it a dog was trying to maul him.

"Get off you beast!", Alastor tried his best to throw the dog off but it just kept biting and ripping his jacket.

He was angry.

At the man and at himself.

How could he have ignored everything else? He should have noticed there was a mutt. But in that moment all he saw was red. He couldn't let that man lay another hand on you.

"Argh!", he yelled as the dog bit his leg. "You little shit!", he kicked the dog.

It took longer than he would have liked but he knocked the dog unconscious.

Alastor dragged himself to lean on the trunk of a nearby tree. Arms and legs firing up with pain, him barely able to move an inch before the burning flared up again.

"AAAAHH!"

He heard his love scream out.

Finding her and the disgusting man near the other side of the trail, he sees that they've taken the upper hand and pulled out their sharp pair of scissors.

Ah, its Mr. Stabbington.

"STAY STILL YOU BITCH!", the man yells, grabbing her by the neck and trying to choke her. "CAN'T YOU SEE THAT I'M DOING YOU A FAVOR!?", he rolled them over until he was back on top.

"L-LET GO OF ME!", you coughed before stabbing him in the neck.

Blood splattered and dripped onto your face as the man looked down at you in shock, his face staying frozen that way as he dropped.

You shivered in disgust as the body pressed against you, feeling how aroused the creep was when you moved your leg to kick his lifeless body off. Not sparing another glance at the body, you quickly turned to rush over to your lover's side.

"Alastor!", you cried, throwing the scissors as you stumbled over, kneeling down by his side to look over his wounds. "Oh god, you're bleeding so much-!"

The dog had left bite marks and gashes, his blood starting to sink into the soil.

"I-I'll call the local police and-and an ambulance will get here!", you took off your jacket and covered him before shakily taking out your phone. "Fuck!", you shouted at the no signal.

He called your name softly and held onto one of your hands. "I'm going to be ok, just go to the cafe and bring help."

"I don't want to leave you here.", you sniffed, and pulled the chain of your necklace, a whistle at the end of it. "I'll use this and shout but I'm not leaving your side."

Your love nodded and let you do what you wanted.

"You look beautiful in that shade of red."

It only took a few minutes before someone had come to help.

"HOLY SHIT!", the person yelled and ran over.

Local police arrived and the clinic vehicle as well, you told the police the summary of what happened before promising to tell the rest after Alastor was taken care of.

You got into the back of the clinic van and held onto your love's hand whenever you could.

He would be ok.

He had to be ok.

This took me a while but yay. More human Alastor. There will be more✨

~Seline, the person.

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zyonsay · 6 months

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Wildfire, Chapter Two MV1

Fem aligned people may read but not f3tishize my work!!

Summary: You almost scored a win, but Max wouldn't let that happen. The McLaren boys want to take your mind off of things!

Warnings: Swearing, Max is a bit of an asshole,Reader has anger issues, Slight Violence, Alcohol, Ki ki ki rah sweat sweat

Now playing: 'Monaco' by Bad Bunny

AN: This was a STRAIN! School is beating my ass recently and it's really difficult for me to get anything done BUT i really want to write this fic!

(Here is the previous chapter)

(Here is the next chapter)

The race season was in full swing, and you’d been doing well. Max had, as per usual, always taken the victory, but most of the time you were on the podium next to him. You were a great new asset to Red bull, and many of the fans seemed to like you. You started discovering more and more memes about you on Instagram and Twitter that would make you chuckle. (Or X? Man idk)

People saw you as a two-sided coin, since your charismatic, silly moments were accompanied by boiling, blood red rage when something messes up the race. Numerous fans compared you to Max when he first entered F1, calling you a “Smaller version of Mad Max.”

You guys’ interactions felt like witnessing two proud stags smash their antlers against each other. No full-on fights have ensued yet, but the tense feeling between you two can be felt by everyone from miles away. It was like the calm before a storm, electric energy surging through the air, waiting to strike when things get any more heated.

Your sassy, provocative nature could bring his blood to a boil easily, often causing him to glare at you from far away or leave some snarky remarks while passing by. This dynamic wasn’t optimal for Redbull, having two drivers who clash off the grid might also clash on the grid. As long as the situation wouldn’t get worse, they’d let you two entertain the fans bit more, but Christian kept a close eye on both you and Max.

Usually your bickering was harmless,

But today you could’ve strangled him right then and there in the paddock after the race. Luckily Horner got a hold of you and dragged you away, you felt like an angry dog being put on a chain outside the house by its owner.

What happened a few minutes before angered you deeply. Max profoundly refused to let you pass him, even if you had to brake to not crash into the rear end of his car. You could’ve had the first place if it weren’t for him blocking your way. Saying you were enraged was a pathetic understatement. You were steaming with rage and wanted to smash his head against a wall.

You, Lando and Oscar were strolling towards an Ice cream truck that Oscar had found on google maps. The race weekend was over but many of the drivers decided to stay a bit longer in the beautiful city. Tough it was extremely hot, which was the reason why Oscar and Lando wanted to go for Ice cream, what they didn’t tell you tough is that they wanted to distract you from your conflict with Max.

After paying for your Ice cream, you three made your way to a bench, sitting down and enjoying your refreshments. You chose pistachio ice cream, savoring the sweet, nutty taste. “Have y’all heard about the party tonight?” Lando glanced at the buildings nearby, enjoying the fancy exterior, thinking about snapping a pic for his .jpg account. “I mean, we all know that there will be one, but I didn’t catch any specifics.” Lando now looked at you and Oscar. “Danny told me about it, it’s in the grand Casino at eleven O’ Clock. I really want to go, but I wanted to drag you both with me. Are y’all coming?” He mustered up his best puppy eyes and began pouting. A hearty laugh escaped you, almost causing you to drop your ice cream. “Sure dude! I can’t wait to have some fun.” Oscar grinned, agreeing with what you said. You guys spent some more time shopping and checking out some must-see sights of the city. Lando bought Oscar a little Koala plushie with sunglasses calling it "Oscahs Doppelgänger.” You really liked hanging out with the two McLaren boys, spending time with them meant lots of joking and messing around.

“Hurry the fuck up Y/N, its almost eleven!” Landos voice rang over his obnoxious banging on the door. You rolled your eyes and checked your outfit one more time in the mirror before heading out. You were greeted with a friendly smile from Oscar and Lando who looks like he’ll bounce around the walls like a gummy ball. He could’ve well exploded on the spot with excitement. He and Piastri were both a tiny bit older than you, but Lando was still a kid at heart.

Lando, Oscar and you walked through the city, heading straight for the big, fancy Casino. Even from far away you spotted a familiar, smiley face. “Oi! Danny!” You waved at him, gaining his attention. He was smiling broadly as usual, walking up to your little group. “Hey guys! Looks like Lando managed to drag you along, eh?” He was obviously wearing one of his flash banging party shirts, it wouldn’t be Daniel Ricciardo if he wasn’t wearing something obnoxious, right?

The four of you chitchatted for a while, when Oscar asked: “Were you waiting for someone?” Daniel looked down at his wristwatch; it was already five past eleven. “I was actually. Me and Max wanted to meet up at eleven. Don’t know where he is, maybe he already went inside.” He shrugged, glancing you way as he noticed you tensing up at the sound of the Dutchman’s name. You definitely haven’t forgotten the race earlier that day. The guys stayed quiet for a few moments as the chilly night air blew around your legs, contrasting with the warm weather during the day. Lando was the first to break the silence. “Can we finally go in?”

Once you entered the gigantic building, colorful lights and the smell of overly expensive alcohol flooded your senses. A few familiar faces were dancing, drinking, and laughing, but there were also many you didn’t know. Daniel led the group towards the bar, buying you all a round of shots. “Gotta start the night the right way!”, he laughed before downing the burning liquid. The vodka fueled the sparks in your guts and turned them into a fire. You were going to have fun tonight.

Suddenly a loud voice appeared behind you. “Hey Danny!” You froze for a second before turning around and facing the man you’ve been wanting to murder since this morning. “Oi, Max! Thought I’d never see you!” Daniel abandoned the bar stool to pat Max on the back. Oscar, who was sitting next to you, turned in your direction and whispered. “We don’t have to hang around with him. Let’s just leave- “, you interrupted him, “No. Its ok.” You were too busy glaring at Max to notice Oscars worried expression, not that he thought you’d attack Verstappen out of nowhere, but he was concerned that a teasing comment from Max was enough for you to snap. As he later would find out, it was.

Max didn’t pay any attention to you, obviously not feeling as irritated as you were. The casino was warm from the sheer number of people inside, the loud music mixed with laughing and chatting. Daniel was going on about some experience he had the day before while exploring the city. You were halfheartedly listening to your friends rambling while you were observing your friends’ mimics. Your eyes landed on your fellow Redbull driver. He was listening carefully, asking a question every now and then. He then glanced at you quickly, catching you looking at him. Max then quickly looked away again.

After a while, Lando pulled you away from the bar and towards the dance floor. He was definitely drunk by now and was all giggly and happy. “C’monnnn, dance with me!”, Lando slurred.

It must’ve already been a few hours since you arrived at the Casino, but time flew by so fast. Oscar stated that he was getting tired and wanted to go home in the next hour or so, while Lando was as lively as ever and could go the whole night. You agreed with Oscar though, since you were tired and had an appointed Press conference for tomorrow. Daniel and Max wanted to stay a little longer but agreed to accompany you outside to say goodbye. Once outside, a cold shiver ran down your spine. The city was illuminated by bright lights and a howling wind was brushing through its streets. Daniel stopped, facing the rest of the group.

“We definitely gotta go out together more often!” Lando nodded enthusiastically, glancing your way as if inviting you to go out with him more often.

“Yeah, once Y/N doesn’t hold a grudge against me, I saw those glares.” Max laughed, but you couldn’t help but judgingly glance at him. His face was red and his posture a bit wobbly.

“You’re the one complaining about me during Interviews.” The venom in your voice was very apparent, you made no effort to hide your disdain. Max looked hesitant for a second before his expression hardened. Daniel seemed to feel awkward, not exactly knowing how to deal with you two firecrackers. Max focused his eyes on your face, not wincing under your glare. “And you were the one crying around about me winning this morning?”, he laughed again, seeking eye contact with the others as if to justify his words. The McLarens Aussie next to you looked deeply worried, as If he already suspected what happened next.

The blood in your veins began boiling, you could literally feel it. A heavy push from your side caused Max to stumble back. “Don’t fucking go there you dick. You just couldn’t handle me winning, right?” Your fellow Redbull driver was now shaken awake, glaring at you with a bitter look on his face. “Don’t get mad at me because you lost, fucking Dickhead.”

You were SO ready to ruin his stupid face with a good punch.

…but before you could actually get violent a certain Honey badger stepped in. “Lads, calm your tits! I think it’s best if we all go to our hotel rooms now.” Oscar was holding you back, worrying what would happen if he’d let go of the raging man in his arms. The other McLaren boy was standing next to you guys, unsure what to do. Daniel gave Max a heavy pat on the shoulder and gave him a serious look. “Let’s go get some sleep, buddy.” Max’s eyes never left yours, like a hunter stalking its prey.

But you won’t budge under him.

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star-girl69 · 10 months

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Moon Song

Lottie Matthews x Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

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sypnosis: Running wild under the full moon, your veins on fire, your brain foggy- nothing bad can happen in the wilderness. Not tonight, not when you feel so good and the moon is so bright. Hazy, the line between secrets and reality fades, leaving you and your two best friends to face the truth of what you’ve all been feeling- running wild under the full moon.

a/n: idk why the title is another phoebe bridgers song and also THIS IS SO SHORT NOOOOO but anyways i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: drugs, hallucinations, kinda sex idk, kissing, mentions of death, blood, swearing, tell me if i missed anything!!

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The moon was hanging over the sky like a giant beacon. Your back to the forest floor, you kept reaching up like baby, confused when you couldn’t run your fingers over the craters, the imperfect perfectness of it all.

You weren’t sure where anyone else was, where you were. You just wanted to touch the moon and feel it on your skin, so much that you sat up. You could feel dirt in your clothes, under your fingernails, everywhere. You reached out, but still, you fell short.

“Where is everyone?” someone finally groans, and you almost shriek, before remembering that it’s doomcoming. You’re all out here.

“Coach is gone,” someone else groans.

“He was sad,” and you recognize this voice. You look to your left and see Natalie slumped against a tree branch. “I… I think I saw him take some drinks and go to the woods.”

“Misty’ll find him,” Akilah groans, and a faint smile finds it way onto your face.

“Nat,” you smile, and she looks around, untik her eyes finally land on you.

“Hi,” she whispers.

“What-what about Jackie?” Mari asks. “And… T-Travis?”

You drag yourself closer to the tree trunk, giggling slightly as she wraps her hands around your wrists, tugging you forward until you’re inching like a worm to be next to her.

“They left,” Javi says, almost bored. You stare up the moon, feeling your back arch with the curve of the tree trunk, Natalie’s body pressed right up against yours.

You feel a little out of your mind.

“T-together?” Shauna sputters in disbelief.

“That’s so Jackie,” Tai hisses.

“That’s very Jackie,” Van agrees.

You look around, finding everyone either laying on the ground or slumped against something, looking like they’ve just run a hundred miles. You spit Lottie sitting in a hollow tree trunk, cut a few feet up, still standing.

You look back up to moon.

You barely know what’s happening, but at least Natalie and Lottie are here.

“What… are they doing?” Javi asks, and it takes you a second to remember that he’s only 14, of course he wouldn’t know what they’re doing.

A few of the girls let out small laughs.

“They’re having sex,” Van whispers, and everyone erupts into laughter. You look over at Lottie, wanting to share in this joy with her as Nat’s hand presses against your thigh.

But she’s not laughing. She’s staring at the ground, hard in thought.

“You’re being boring, Lottie,” you say, but your voice only comes out a whisper. No one can hear you. But Lottie looks over at you.

Her eyes rake over all the exposed skin showing on you and Natalie, on her hand on your thigh, on the berry alcohol sticky on your chest.

“What are we waiting for?” she asks, a little louder than she needs too, losing her mind as well.

“Huh?” a few of the girls mumble.

She stands up, swaying a bit, her crown of sticks looking like antlers.

“This is Doomcoming,” she breathes. “Doomcoming. If we’re all gonna die soon….” she looks at you and Natalie. “We should do whatever the fuck we want.”

A few of the girls laugh, and you watch Shauna bite her lip, crossing her legs and smiling to herself. Tai and Van turn to each other, laughing and talking in low whispers, before they start to tug each other up.

“We should,” Natalie breathes from next to you. Her hand slides higher. “We should do whatever the fuck we want.”

You don’t even remember how her hand came to be on you, but it feels so good and right that it’s almost bad that something can be this amazing. You smile and throw your head back. The moon shines brightly over the clearing, bathing all of you in a soft, silky glow, singing some sweet song about living before you died.

You turn to Natalie, and if you squint, her pale skin and the low light makes her look like the moon.

Lottie kicks your ass. Softly, but enough to make you jolt and sit up, noticing that Taissa and Van are giggling and heading off into the forest together.

“What the fuck was that for?” you groan.

Lottie stares at you blankly. “Come,” is all she says, looking between you and Nat.

Lottie towers over both of you, and even like this, she looks like the moon too.

“Okay,” you mutter, because she’s your best friend and you want to spend time with her.

Natalie and Lottie have never been close, but they both love you, and they get along for your sake. But in the wilderness, all of you have known, however subconsciously, that you might die out here. You would never go to college. You would never get married or fulfill anything you ever wanted to do in the real world.

But here, in the wilderness where the moon is singing her encouragement, and your mind is hazy- you can do whatever the fuck you want.

You can give into the way hands have always lingered a second too long, eyes have always roamed, scents had always been so intoxicating.

You stand up, dusting yourself off, feeling a little giddy.

Lottie turns and starts walking, leaving Javi and the other girls in the clearing behind. Natalie shrugs after she stands up, and you both end up following her, deeper into the woods, until she’s just a whisp of white dress flashing between the thick twisting trees, and Natalie is just footsteps that are close and far at the same time, people you can’t clearly see but presences you can truly feel.

Finally, Lottie’s face comes back into view coming towards you fast, until she’s all you can see.

Her hands are sliding up and down your arms, and you don’t even know when she got close enough to share breath with you.

She’s taking your breath away with her lips on yours, so shocked you can’t even breathe. Shocked because you’ve wanted this for so long and it’s even better than you ever could have imagined.

Someone starts laughing next to you.

Lottie pulls away after a moment.

Her eyes are slightly glazed over, but burning with a raging fire, and even her eyes look like little moons. Your reach out and let your fingertips fall down her cheek like tears, trace your fingers along the moon.

“Oh,” Natalie breathes, smiling widely, and you realize it was her who was laughing. “Thank God,” she says, and Lottie let’s go of you, spinning you around, her arms still around you-

Natalie’s lips on yours are so different and yet the same.

She tastes like thrill and fire, black smoke in the air, filling up your lungs in such an addicting way it makes you want to walk straight into a fire.

Lottie tastes like that same thrill, but like the bright white water at the bottom of a rapids rather than smoke. Filling up your lungs in that same way, drowning you in that same addicting way. You want to plunge headfirst off of a waterfall.

Natalie’s lips leave yours, leaving you confused and hot all over, watching as she leans around you and presses her lips to Lottie’s. You can’t see from this way, Natalie’s chest pressed against yours and Lottie keeping you pressed against her.

You let your head fall back.

“What are we doing?” you breathe, and it takes a second for the sound of them pulling away to hit your ears. Lottie let’s you go, and you disentangle yourself from them, spinning around to stare at both of them.

The moon shines down in this clearing too, bathing everything in that same soft, silky glow- making everyone look like their own moon.

Lottie smiles for the first time all night, her canines flashing in the low light.

“Whatever the fuck we want.”

She stares at you like she’s hungry and you have to swallow, feeling hot, feeling like there’s a second heart in between your legs, beating with a steady pulse fueled by wanton desire.

And you know what you want. You know what you want and you know this is the last time to get it.

A hand slips under your Doomcoming dress, and you throw your head back, eyes closed, too busy being in bliss to look at the moon.

The night fades into the savagery and wildness that only knowing this could be your last night alive could be.

A tongue traces up your neck, up your chest, drinking up the dried berry alcohol, leaving your skin wet and sticky.

It’s ingrained into your veins forever, into your fingers and legs, pockmarked by where their hands touched you, invisible and burning in an addictive way.

Lips meet you, every part of you, places you didn’t even know existed, all brought out by them.

The light of the moon, the feeling between your legs like an exploding moon, and your fingers tracing over a million moons, a million faces, until the sun comes up.

You feel like water and smoke in their hands, you feel like a moon orbiting around her planets.

And when the sun comes up, and your minds aren’t hazy anymore, and you realize now that you’ll survive another day… you don’t stop, and choose to be in their hands instead.

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lazyjellyfish300 · 1 month

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DD Part 9

Miguel O'Hara x Fem reader

Commissioned art by @/ejpuki on Instagram. Please support the artist 🖤

Synopsis- in an AU where fem reader drinks too much and the bartender calls a random Uber for her which happens to be Miguel O'Hara himself. Her friends suck and ditch her. There's a lot of tension on the ride home...with a twist on the og Miguel O'Hara comic. Word count 2.8k

Part 1 (contains links to all previous parts)

A/N: FINALLYYYY I got myself to work on this. I'm so sorry for the delay..next on the list is The Woman He Didn't Choose Part 3. I think Chapter 10 of DD will be the end then maybe a cute little epilogue but I think it's time to retire this one. 🥺🖤 Idk if anyone is even following this series as closely anymore but it's still my baby lol.

TW: Minors DNI, age gap (Miguel is 34 reader is 26), danger, kidnapping, mild violence, little angst, Tyler is mean and creepy, talks of drowning, mention of abuse, mention of claustrophobia, mention and alludes to sex but no smut

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@roserfz27

@latenightcravingz

Gloria was gushing on the phone at the sound of her new grandchild a few feet away from your apartment outside when she thought she heard what sounded like her name being screamed. She turned abruptly, waiting for it to repeat but it never did. She did a double take -silence. She shrugged her shoulders and went back to her cooing tone of voice.

Inside your apartment, you slumped backwards into the hands of the tall, curly haired accomplice. Aaron gulped and wiped a bead of sweat from his brow at your unconscious form, removing the laced rag and stuffing it in a Ziploc bag and tearing off his latex gloves with shaky hands.

Tyler exhaled and shot an annoyed look at Aaron. "Something you wanna say?" He snapped at him.

Aaron gave a feeble shake of his head, doing his best not to let his eyes linger on your helpless form.

Tyler nodded. "That's what I thought. But if you are having any second thoughts about this: go ahead and use that damn thing on yourself and join our little friend here..."

He grabs Aaron by the shirt collar. Aaron's eye twitches in fear as the smoke from Tyler's cigar tickles his face. His eyes ping pong between the intense blue of Tyler's irises and your unconscious figure one more time before he lets out a shaky,

"N-no, boss..."

"Good. Everything in my plan has gone to shit. Taking her is our last hope." He nods in your direction. "If his little squeeze being dropped into the river won't reel him back in I don't know what will..."

Aaron's blood runs cold but he gives a shaky nod in understanding, his neck stiff as he resists the urge to look at you again.

"Let's go..." Tyler strides to the front door, adjusting his blazer, his voice reverting back to a pleasant friendly tone, the wolf shifting back into sheep's clothing as he walked towards Gloria, putting a hand on her shoulders, leading her away in the opposite direction of Tyler's henchmen carefully and quickly stowing you in the waiting suburban in the parking lot, with an anxious Aaron right behind.

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Later that evening

The dread in Miguel's body quickly escalated when he saw all the lights in your apartment had been turned off as he swung into view of it. Immediate self-hatred and regret flashed in his mind.

He knew he should not have left you alone.

He went to open the sliding door and it was locked. Shit. He pounded the window frantically, "Babe?! ¿Estás aqui?!(Are you here?) Babe?!"

He shook the door, nearly rattling it off his hinges. The sound of your name rolling off his tongue with more and more desperation. Something was gravely wrong when you didn't answer. He had to act quickly. No time for second thoughts. Miguel takes a deep breath and kicks the glass as hard as he can and the whole thing shatters with a loud crash.

The security system alarm sounds at the intrusion and Miguel curses loudly. He steps over the broken glass and runs into your living room, turning on the light. He darts into your bedroom, your bathroom, the kitchen, the entryway, muttering to himself, cold sweat starting to bead aross his worried brow, his stomach tying itself in sickening knots as he prepared for the worst possible sight of you laying hurt or dead, perhaps, but you're nowhere to be found which sets off a new wave of panic in his head.

Miguel stood at the counter and doubled over, his hands behind his head as he squeezed his eyes shut. The blaring sounds of the alarm started to hurt his ears and he could barely think and let his mind process everything that just happened. He took deep shaky breaths, trying desperately to calm himself as he felt himself inching closer and closer to a full blown melt down. He blew air out of his cheeks and slowly opened his eyes, his vision slightly blurry from the tears of frustration wetting it. He noticed a piece of paper on the counter and brought it closer to him with a shaky hand. It read:

"If you want her to live, then you'll return to Alchemax at once, turn yourself in, and finish the job you were hired to do."

Miguel's nostrils flared and his heart rate speed up as he read the letter: his worst fear was confirmed to be true. Somehow or other, Tyler found out where you lived and kidnapped you while he was out. And now he was threatening to kill you if Miguel didn't comply.

This was truly a living nightmare. This stuff only happened in movies, and now he was quite literally living it scene by scene. His mind raced of images of you possibly tied to a chair, sitting in a cell, duct tape around your mouth, eyes tear stained and red, alone and defenseless and completely at Tyler's mercy, and Miguel knew him well enough to know that Tyler had a very short supply.

Miguel barely starts trying to form a plan in his head when he hears banging at the door and the sound of men's heavy boots. "NYPD! OPEN UP! IF ANYONE'S INSIDE MAKE YOURSELF KNOWN!"

Miguel stuffs the ransom note inside his hoodie pocket, scrambling to the window and swinging away into the night just as the door to your apartment bursts open with several men in uniform with guns cocked rush inside only to discover the foe they were hunting had already fled the scene.

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Somewhere in a bunker along the Hudson River Valley

Your eyes fluttered open, goosebumps dotted your arms and you shivered, a piercing headache suddenly making itself known as you groaned your way out of your groggy haze. You dizzily scanned your surroundings, or lack thereof. You noticed you were laying on a small twin sized bed, the mattress was anything but cushy. The room was dark with no furniture and an empty closet and no windows. You felt a little claustrophobic, walking briskly to the door and trying to rattle it open.

"Hello?!" You called. Cursing and shaking the door, your breaths coming out more frantic than the last. You backed away from the door, wringing your hands nervously, eyes darting, pleading for a bit of light or at least a clue as to your new, mysterious location.

The door creaked open at last, and Tyler Stone stood in front of the opening, the darkness of your room casting a black shadow on his face, giving him a sinister aura. You cowered backwards, sitting on the bed again.

"You...." you whispered. "Where the hell am I? Where's Miguel?"

Tyler didn't answer, and walked to the middle of the room, tugging a small chord that hung from the center of the ceiling, a small yellow light turns on.

You blink as the room becomes washed in a soft orangey glow. You look around some more, piecing together that you were in a small bedroom, which looked to be in the basement of some unknown dwelling.

Tyler crossed his arms, tilting his head slightly. "The location of where you are right now isn't important..."

"Umm yes it is?!" You snapped. Tyler's eyebrows raised slightly at your flippant reply. "You kidnapped me! You're the one who tried to kill my boyfriend you fucking..."

At that point, the same tall accomplice with curly dark hair that held you hostage earlier swiftly enters the room, barreling into you and throwing you backwards on the bed before you can lunge at Tyler, his weight crushing you slightly as you let out a pained yelp, your body jerking from the force, the pain in your head worsening from the whiplash.

"Thanks, Jack..." Tyler twirls a toothpick between his fingers, crossing the room where you lay pinned onto the bed, held in place by Jack, both sets of their blue eyes piercing you with a mixture of fascination and annoyance. "Forgot she could be kind of a handful..."

Tyler crouches down, so his face is at your eye level, with your limbs still held down by Jack. Tyler gives you a teasing smirk as he holds the toothpick in his teeth. "Been using these to cut down my little tobacco habit..." he muses with a whispery chuckle. "But as I was saying...the location of where you are right now doesn't matter, my dear. What matters is that you comply and do exactly what I tell you to, and stop giving Jack here such a hard time..." he stands up, striding to the door. He gives Jack a little nod when it becomes clear you're not going to fight back any longer.

Jack releases you and you let out a small groan, your hands running over your arms where his fingers pinched the tender flesh. You look up at Tyler with angry tears brimming your eyes and he chuckles again, shaking his head at your anguish.

"There's definitely no need for tears. Your boyfriend works for me, you see... And he stole something very important. A drug called Rapture?" He pulls out a small vial from his breast pocket, giving it a little wiggle as he holds it between his thumb and middle finger. He stows it back in his pocket after a brief moment.

"The company I work for... Alchemax, is the only supplier of this drug and, let's say there's a lot of unknown effects, I'm sure as you've noticed..."

You narrowed your eyes, knowing damn well he was lying through his teeth, his story not adding up to Miguel's who already told you it was Tyler who intentionally drugged him, and his new powers were the result of the gene altering machine being sabotaged with spider DNA by his lackey, Aaron Delgado, not the Rapture itself.

"You're lying..." you murmur quietly.

Tyler's gaze hardens, it's clear he's losing his patience with you. "I'm lying? What about your boyfriend? He left you all alone, couldn't even keep you safe like he promised. Now you'll wind up at the bottom of the Hudson all because of him."

Tyler's face twists into a smug smile when a terrified look appears on your face at his revelation of your grim fate.

"There are worse things to lie about, my dear..." Tyler turns on his heel, and Jack starts to close the door. "If you learn to be quiet, I'll bring you some hot food from the kitchen later on."

You sniffle loudly and the door closes with a loud click, a thick cloud of dread filling the space and darkness suffocating you once more.

Miguel, please hurry, wherever you are...

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Tyler walks upstairs with a loud sigh, the main floor of the remote bunker revealed to have a cozier interior of that of a mountain cabin. Tyler hums and strides into the kitchen, picking up a mug of black coffee, shaking his head at the trouble you were giving him and his henchmen.

He walked towards the kitchen window, looking out at the tall pines and the forest environment that was covered in a healthy layer of snow, winter well underway in the mid-December season. His eyes flicker past the tall trees and eye the half frozen river in the distance, picturing kicking you into its depths, Miguel's face crinkling in despair when he couldn't save you after he was too stubborn to submit.

Tyler decided he'd finish this project one way or another. Superhuman powers would be available to anyone who wanted them, or at least to whoever Tyler and Alchemax deemed worthy. No longer would humanity be weak and self-serving, no.

No, he would stand at the grand staircase of the dawning of a new species of humans, ushering in a legacy of immortality and superhuman strength superior to all. He hungered for it, he was depraved by it, the need to be the face of it all. Tyler Stone always had his way. He'd be revered throughout history like the God he was.

"Sir?" The brawny second accomplice, different from Jack, came bursting into the kitchen without warning.

Tyler hisses, pulled hastily out of his deep thoughts, "What, Eli...? Give me a signal it's you or something next time, for the love of God..." He sticks a fresh cigar back in his mouth and fumbles in his pocket for his lighter, the slight jump scare enough stress to cause him to forget about the toothpicks earlier.

"I have an update on his daughter's whereabouts: the FaceTime call from yesterday on the girlfriend's phone was to a number coming from Boston."

"Boston...?" Tyler grumbles. There wasn't much he could do about that with them being so far away.

"She's with who appears to be her uncle and grandmother: Gabriel O'Hara and Conchata O'Hara."

Tyler rips the cigar out of his mouth, nearly choking on his smoke.

"Conchata?"

He hadn't heard that name in years. No, it couldn't be. Tyler's gaze narrowed and looked at the laptop Eli was holding. "Give me that..." Tyler slammed his mug back onto the counter and greedily grabbed the laptop with shaky hands, his eyes widening even more at the image that was on the screen.

There it was, a picture of Conchata taking a selfie on what appeared to be a random pier from some beach side vacation on an unknown date, sunglasses shielding her eyes, but not enough to hide her beauty. Her lips were plump and red, curved up into a closed lip smile, her cheeks dimpled and the sun kissing her lovely tanned complexion, a couple of slight gray hairs streaking through her long, thick, wavy raven hair that fell past her shoulders in loose ringlets, a simple floppy sunhat on her head.

It was her.

He knew her as just Conchata before. O'Hara must have been her married name. A simple glance at her photo shot him backwards to over 30 years ago when he was just 21 years old, a young man in college who wandered into a dive bar one fateful Friday night and the lovely young lady who was bartending turned around, pulling him in immediately with those tantalizing brown eyes. Pools of the most decadent dessert, the dark char of wood after it was lit ablaze, lighting him on fire too as he knew it.

That fateful Friday turned into a Saturday, Sunday, Monday, every night he got the chance, he spent it seated at her bar as she spoke to him in that sweet, low, regal voice of hers.

After two weeks, it lead to a heated kiss in the alleyway, which transpired into him sneaking her into his college dorm. Their quiet tipsy giggles turned to soft moans as they loved each other's bodies for the first time.

He looked down at her sleeping form after the act and muttered "I love you..." bravery slipping past him and only bringing him to say it when she was fast asleep. He stroked her chin and vowed that she would one day hear it. He was sure of it. And he had never been sure of anything in his life up until that moment.

But, the next morning she was gone by the time he opened his eyes. He wandered into her bar again that night, his baby blues cinched with worry when she immediately turned to leave as soon as he entered, finally bringing her to confess in the bar's bathroom that she was engaged to someone else. Someone she didn't love and who abused her but she felt pressured to stay anyway under the promise that he would take care of her financially. Meanwhile, Tyler didn't have more than $50 to his name. Must have been that O'Hara guy, whoever his name was that she now went by.

Tyler had left that day a broken man, never returning to that small dive bar, putting her out of his mind indefinitely, never thinking he'd see or hear of her again. Now, he was staring at her picture, the girl who got away was apparently the mother of his number one enemy. But wait...

Tyler's stomach turned lopsided when he gazed at Miguel's file that was open in a window right next to Conchata's. He did the simple math in his head and it all added up. That passionate night with Conchata wasn't just a romantic memory after all. He had left her with something, someone who eventually grew up to be the thorn in his side. The one person who stood in his way of getting everything he ever wanted. The man whose appearance he was waiting on this very second when he'd naively show up to rescue his captive love.

Tyler exhaled slowly, blinking and shaking himself out of his feelings, not letting his realization get in the way any longer. "Guess it's about time Miguel finally paid his old man a proper visit after so long..."

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strwbmei · 4 months

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Hi Mei,

Happy Holidays!

I’ve had a bad day and it looks like tomorrow is gonna be worse, so can I request a Yanfei fluff?

Idk what to ask for specifically other than something sweet, hope it’s not too vague.

O./

-a very tired friend

pairing(s): pre-established yanfei x gn!reader

a/n: hello anon!! sorry to hear that you've been having a bad day ): hopefully this helps you feel a bit better, even if only a little bit!!

Yanfei Taking Care of a SO who's had a Rough Day

: ̗̀➛ No matter if and how you try to hide it, she can see right through you. She's a very observant person, and seeing her beloved's eyes so devoid of energy breaks her heart </3

: ̗̀➛ Even though she's dead set on cheering you up, she won't ask you about what happened. She herself has a tough time talking about these things before being able to clear her thoughts, so she'll wait until you bring it up and talk to her about it of your own volition.

: ̗̀➛ Although words are her forte, the two of you don't need them to show the other that you care. Once she sees you spent and very obviously tired, nothing will change about her behavior other than her voice being softer, her touch gentler, and her love for you all the more obvious because of all of the little things she does.

: ̗̀➛ And if her actions aren't as convincing as she'd like for them to be, she's more than glad to remind and tell you how much she loves you and that you can talk to her about anything; she just doesn't want you to feel pressured into talking about something you're not ready for yet when she'd happily wait for you to be.

: ̗̀➛ Likewise, she'll understand if you're the type that wants space to yourself when you're tired. Everyone has different ways of coping with stress, and who is she to judge yours? With a small yet sincere "I love you," she'll leave you be and come back with your favorite flowers and favorite snacks just when you start missing her.

: ̗̀➛ Even if she's very well versed in debates and has a way with words, she isn't confident in her ability to comfort others so she's more of a listener. Human emotions are complicated, but she's more than willing to try to understand them if it's for you.

: ̗̀➛ How she tries to cheer you up is completely dependent on the type of person you are. For instance, if you mentioned that you like her voice, she'll talk and talk and talk until her throat runs dry. That's just the way she loves.

: ̗̀➛ As much as she wants to cuddle, reassure, and spoil her beloved rotten, she'll save all of that for when you're better because she doesn't want to overwhelm you and also so that you both can have a fun time without anything stressing you out. Just a bit of cuddling won't hurt though, would it...?

: ̗̀➛ She'd have her arms wrapped gently wrapped around your waist, nuzzling her antlers gently into your chest (don't worry, she takes great care to file them regularly so the ends are soft and round!) while she tells you in the most sincere voice that she loves you more dearly than you could ever imagine.

#・❥・strwb fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #yanfei #yanfei genshin impact #yanfei x reader #fluff #x reader

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magpie-blues · 4 months

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I was listening to Sleep Token while writing this if it wasn’t obvious

Warnings: not so very healthy relationship dynamic, a lot of masochistic ideology between all three characters.

This is my take on Havik x Reiko x Rain based off the canon events in mk1, this takes place after everything that happened in the games story mode. Sorta of a character study if you really want. Titled it a line from a sleep token song for now bc idk what else to title it

I’m so sorry if there are spelling errors I looked it over as many times as I could I just rambled and slammed it on somewhere I’ll check again and again just to make sure lmao (can you tell I’m insecure)

Anyway SORRY HERE U GO BABS

You Taste Like New Flesh

He wasn’t raised to be a predator. But he was prey that fought back. Zeffeero wasn’t helpless. If anything, he considers himself the opposite. The former Empress raised him well to defend himself along with her own daughters.

A gesture she did not have to make, to take in a young boy deprived of his birth mother and a god of a father that wouldn’t even bless him enough with the presence. Yet, he learned not to care.

His sisters were kind. They always tried to reach him. But almost every time, Zeffeero would crawl away before they could get any closer. Deep down, he felt something burning in his chest, against the current of his cold heart. A ripple in a still lake. A desire for more than he had.

And he took the risk without thinking of consequence. And his mother no longer called him son. And his sisters no longer call him brother. He didn’t think she would die, it was not his intention. But it didn’t change what he had done. After all that was provided to him, in his efforts to obtain more, he just lost all he had in the process of trying.

Zeffeero refuses defeat. If he lost a family then he will get the power he damn well deserved for his selfish actions and sacrifice. Forever will he refuse that it was the wrong choice, or admit to wrong. And his eldest sister cast him out, no longer Prince, and no longer safe from the jaws of predators.

Reiko was brought up a predator. Never falling to become prey. Havik learned to parry those who prayed on him and learned to bite back. The hunted became the hunter. And the two intertwined, sickly devouring each other. Couldn’t get enough. Hurt and tore at flesh, never close enough. Between their bared fangs and sharp claws, nothing was gentle, love was violent. But they were violent creatures, and that’s how they loved.

Zeffeero didn’t love like a predator. Not initially. An elk in the clearing, grazing peacefully. No herd in sight. Left alone, abandoned, vulnerable. But no elk was without his antlers. Yet, it wouldn’t stop the wolves from coming.

Two wolves, bloodied with the fluids of each other. They left their pack, and found within where they wandered together, tearing each other apart, a warm body. Dangerous yet alone. Prey to devour.

And the wolves circled the elk. Their maws agape and their tongues lolling between cracked fangs.

And then, Zeffeero learned how to use his antlers. Instead of soft nuzzles and the loving embrace of a mother, he felt teeth sink into his flesh, nails gripping his chest, hands around his throat and rough wrestling between sheets. Soft touches limited. All he felt was stinging pain as the two wolves devoured him. And he grew fangs to bite back.

One would be sick to call it love. Zeffeero wanted to refuse it. It had hurt, his body scarred and mauled. But it felt nice. A contrast to what he was given. And it was something. Havik and Reiko had no intentions of releasing their elk.

The three became possessive. Just because it was rare doesn’t mean it never happened. A night alone where they hid in a rough abode. Planning their uprising. Among the bed they shared, all three heavily gasping for breath, and no longer had the strength to tear or bite. And it was dormant.

Havik had laid himself against Zeffeero’s left shoulder, his arm over his chest. A scarred face against his skin accompanied with faint rugged breaths. The mage had his head against Reiko’s lap, he felt usually bloody nails and rough hands run through his hair, not gripping, no pulling. A gentle touch, as if handling something delicate. No one spoke, there was no need. There will be no violence tonight. Their jaws ached, there will be no biting.

The mage felt his muscles loosen, a hand slipped up against the back of Havik’s head, a light pull to press their bodies impossibly closer and a slight arch in his back for the hand against his own scalp, almost yearning for more contact. This was the love he knew. It was gentle. He didn’t exactly miss it, but it was familiar. Confusing, even. That all mutually agreed they were tired of tearing, tired of being bitten. Ripping each other open had no front here right now. Later it might, down the lane the cycle will continue. But once every rare moment, by themselves, all were quiet. All was bliss.

Zeffeero let his eyes close, inhaling slowly. Havik was slowly becoming more slack against his chest. Reiko’s free hand moved and his fingertips traced the rough scarring and bone of a burned face, his hair down and over his eyes as he leaned over, watching his own hand traverse softly across the features of the two men. Eyes wide but expression unreadable. As if confused by his own actions but made no motion to try and stop himself. Observing outside of his body. All such unfamiliar territory. Gestures such as these were never commonly shared, if not at all for the soldier. Even as a boy, he was strictly disciplined, his only reward for success was keeping his life.

But there was no consequence in the moment. There was no fear of one of them or both of them leaving, because Reiko wouldn’t allow it. Just as Havik would cage him like a bird if he flew too far, or how Zeffeero would pull him under the current if he tried swimming the other direction. Reiko’s hands trailed down from the hydromancer’s face to the base of his neck and the span of his bare chest, his other hand against Havik rubbing against his back in the space between his shoulders, knowing which scars were inflicted by him on their bodies and running over them once more in a practiced motion, but not to reopen this time.

This bond was a rush of adrenaline or an influx of fatigue. Even if pain were afflicted, it was enjoyable when muscles tensed and relaxed after every bite and relishing in the sores after. It was usually Reiko and Havik that stayed behind with each other in a bed. Zeffeero would usually be the first to slip away and relish in his own sores on his own, but was never far. It was a matter of preference, but that didn’t mean when the mage did stay they took it for granted. Even when half asleep, Havik was over half way on top of Zeffeero, an arm wrapped under his arm and gripping from under his shoulder with his chest against the other. Reiko silently watched as he saw the scarred man drift and his head fell lower against Zeffeero’s shoulder and the crook of it, feeling a slight arch of his back into his hand, Reiko responding in kind, as his breaths slowed. When the soldier looked back at Zeffero on his lap, his eyes were closed, but only in light sleep. Reiko trailed his hand back up from the mage’s chest from where it came back to his face, running against the side of his face and lightly pulling his head closer, turning it to the side against him. And Zeffeero didn’t stop it, if anything he leaned into it, shifting ever so slightly as much as he could with Havik and his tight embrace against him.

Yes. He liked this. Reiko will keep them. And they’ll keep each other. No one could love them how they did.

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bluberimufim · 6 months

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Cool and spooky-ish Portuguese legends and mythological creatures because it's nearly Halloween!!

I've been wanting to do this for a while now, because I've felt disconnected from Portuguese culture lately and I'm trying to get into it. So I wanted to share some cool things I found because Portuguese folklore is something no one talks about and I love to share my culture with people! Please be warned that the translations may sound kinda awkward and that this is almost 100% from Wikipedia since Portuguese mythological creatures are a super obscure topic, and the only other big resource I could find was a super expensive book. That being said, the Wikipedia sounds pretty legit because it sounds like it was written by an old person.

Now let's get into some of my favourites!

Werewolf

This is a basic one but I still find it pretty funny. When I visited Cova do Lobisomem (trans.: Werewolf Cave), I learnt that the legend there is that, if you have twelve kids, the eldest son (in the story it was a son, but I don't know what happens if your eldest is a girl) becomes a werewolf and has to go live out in the wilderness. Another closely related legend mentions they have to serve some kind of penitence, but I found nothing on it.

Peeira (or "werewolf fairy")

Known as the "female version of the werewolf" and is able to control wolf packs. Her power seems to be guiding these wolf packs by being a reasonable and more human-like figure in the group, and is described as "lovely and wild" (omg that sounds sooo pretty). Information contradicts in this bit, also saying that she either has feelings for the werewolves or that she lures men into the woods to feed them to her ghost-wolves. A girl becomes a Peeira by being a couple's seventh oldest daughter, or by being called upon by her "predestined/soulmate werewolf".

Bisarma

Ghost of colossal size that can stand over valleys with one foot on each mountain, and sing monotonous tunes in "huge voices" (idk how else to translate it). This mythological creature also shows up in parts of Spain.

Jã

Weaving spirits. If you leave out a bunch of linen and a cake, they'll make you a linen cloth as fine as a hair, but if you forget to leave out the cake, they'll burn the linen. Apparently, people used to claim their ancestors had sheets made by the Jãs.

Zorra Berradeira (trans.: "Screaming Fox")

Shows up in Algarve every 7 years and, when it's not there, it's theorized that it visits other countries. It's a fox spirit that screams all the time but can be heard better at midnight or midday and, if you mock it, it will chase you down until your death.

Velha da Égua Branca (trans.: Old Lady on the White Mare)

Appears in Algarve on full moon nights and makes a lot of noise in the fields with pots and pans. She rides a white mare, wears a white cap with red ribbons that look like lightning, and holds a knife in her left hand. She's been called a "personification of the night".

Homem do Chapéu de Ferro (trans.: Man in the Iron Hat)

Another spirit from Algarve, but evil. He appears at midnight on the sides of roads and fountains, or under olive or fig trees. He's always accompanied by an animal, which is the Devil in disguise: either a black pig, a huge black rooster, or a deer with antlers as tall as a church tower. He has a gigantic frame, is "bronze-coloured" (whatever that means) and wears an iron hat. He'll run away when he sees the Old Lady on the White Mare (oooooh Algarvian connected universe).

Hey, people who live in Algarve, blink twice if you need help with all the supernatural shit because this seems disproportionately hardcore

Okay, this next one is gonna be longer because it's a whole legend with a plot, but I still want to tell it because it's kinda spooky and I love it!!

The Golden Lamprey

On full moon nights, on the banks of the Minho River (northern border with Spain), you can see a very beautiful Moorish girl with golden hair caressing a giant golden lamprey. The girl spends the night combing her hair with a golden comb or singing a sad melody, and the lamprey swims close to her.

According to legend, the lamprey had once been a Portuguese knight, and the girl had been engaged to another man. The two had been sentenced to death for their forbidden romance and had both been cursed - he turned into a fish and she can only gain physical form under the full moon.

There were men who set out in boats to search for the girl, either to seduce her or to steal her fine silk dress, but none ever found her.

Until one night, a young man disappeared after being heard in the tavern, clearly drunk, declaring that he was going to search for the golden-haired Moorish girl. His plan was to make her fall in love with him, sell her comb, and then open an inn where he'd let curious travellers take a look at this supernatural river girl in exchange for large sums of money.

The next day, the lantern he'd set out with was found on some rocks near the river by a few fishers, and his body was found in the water, a bit further ahead. On his neck, there were the marks of small, sharp teeth, similar to the shape of a lamprey's mouth. But what startled the fishers more was the satisfied look on the young man's face. (not posting a pic of a lamprey's mouth bc it feels like it would warrant some kind of content warning but pls do look it up if you're curious, it's horrifying)

There was also another legend of another cursed Moorish girl but on a rock this time that I remembered reading in school, but I genuinely cannot find it. If you know anything about a story named "A Moura do Penedo" (not the cursed snake princess one) pls hit me up, I remember loving that one as a kid. "Cursed Moorish girl" is such a common trope in Portuguese legends that it's almost unsearchable.

And if you want to add anything or correct any of the information I presented, please feel free! This is very much "baby's first dive into Portuguese folklore"

That being said, I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did! There are other less-spooky legends I'd love to share, if you're interested! Happy Halloween/other coinciding spooky holiday!

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localbadhabit · 1 year

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BLOODY PROMISES

CW: BLOOD MENTION, GENDER NEUTRAL READER, NO Y/N MENTIONED

angel torres x reader (platonic or romantic idk)

platonic!haywood siblings x reader

-YOUR POV-

I gulped as I stayed under the tarp with Antlers and Angel. My palms sweating, knee bouncing and arms aching. I watch the clouds anxiously as I block out everyone talking, which wasn't the best idea considering I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. That's when Angel shook me back to life. I looked around. "Where's Antlers?" He pointed and got on the walkie, I turned.

"Hey, guy, uh- Antlers just said some weird cryptic shit and is heading up the hill-"

My whole body raced with adrenaline as I watched Antlers go up. Some part of me wanted to go up and stop him but if Jean Jacket got to him before I did then I'd be sucked up, too. And I couldn't do that to Angel. Not after all he's been through. I didn't even notice I was hyperventilating till Angel grabbed be and patted my back, reassuring me that it was all gonna be alright.

I didn't believe him.

I knew I shouldn't believe him. The knot in my stomach got tighter as I heard Antlers get swooped up and screaming. I shut up eyes tightly and then the whole tent started moving. Something hit me in the head, hard and big. My vision went blurred as I felt myself fall down the hill. I didn't know what happened next.

-ANGEL'S POV-

I rolled down the hill with them, panting and groaning. I turned to them, limp and blood rushing down their face. I quickly crawled to them, wrapping them up in tarp and barbed wire. I apologized softly to them, holding their head to not make em bleed more. I kissed their forehead gently and held them. "I'm sorry-" I whispered. "When this is over, I'll take you our on a date, I promise." They didn't respond, I didn't expect them to. I gulped. "A-and- we can go see that movie you wanted to watch... get popcorn and drinks." I laughed at the thought of us getting kicked out cause we were laughing too loud. I held them tightly. "I promise-"

Emerald was yelling at OJ and I listened as everything went a little quiet. I peaked out and noticed Jean Jacket, OJ, Emerald weren't there. I got out of the trap and was carefully not to hurt them. I wouldn't forgive myself if I did. I tore a piece of fabric from my shirt and wrapped it around their head. God damn, my leg hurts. It was a while but I turned and saw Jean Jacket. But, it looked more like a monster created by Lady Gaga now.

I stood up as I watched Jupe's balloon go up, I watched Jean Jacket inhale it an explode. I gasped and stated. It was over. All the pain. All the blood. It was over. I gently picked up them up and made it to my van, I set them in and drove them to the hospital before the news got there, praying Emerald and OJ were alright.

-YOUR POV-

I woke up to a blinding light, my head and my back hurt bad. I squinted and looked around after my eyes got used to the light. Was that Emerald and OJ? I smiled a bit.

"Aye! There's my favorite person!" Emerald laughed as she gently shook my shoulder. "You took a bad hit, man, glad you're okay." She smiled.

"Thanks, Em- Hi, OJ." I greeted. He waved. "Angel's out grabbing you snacks." "Angel's here?" My eyes lit up, the two giggled. I waited, staring at the door. It finally opened. "I got you cinnabun, OJ, took me awhile to find avending machine with some in-" we stared at eachoher for awhile before he set down everything on a table and ran to me, he (carefully as he could) hugged me, tearing up a bit. I teared up too as I squeezed him. "There's the dork of the hour." I commented.

He laughed, Emerald got up and hugged the both of us, eventually we convinced OJ to join the group hug.

This was where I'm meant to be.

This is home.

This is my family.

#nope #nope 2022 #nope x reader #nope 2022 x reader #emerald haywood #oj haywood #angel torres #angel torres x reader #emerald haywood x reader #oj haywood x reader

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rebellionmoon · 1 year

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💚 ILLUMI HEADCANONS THAT MAKE ME HAPPY 💚

idk but i just love imagining random facts about illumi, that don't really add to his character, but kindof do too? Maybe it's because there isn't much screen time of illumi in the anime that my brain needs to fill all that empty space of longing in my heart of what could have been.

SO HERE ARE RANDOM ILLUMI (HEADCANON) FACTS THAT SERVE NOTHING:

He drinks beer and uses his teeth to open the bottles. He used to have a collection of bottlecaps, but then he gave them to Killua. So whenever Illumi opened a bottle, the cap would hence force go to Killua. Now the jar of bottlecaps is somewhere in Killua's room collecting dust.

After finishing an assassintion, he likes to get fastfood. Something quick and indulgent, like it's a cheat day. If he was on a job with his brothers then they'd hit a bodega afterwards. Sometimes he would bring food back to Milluki too.

He can hold a burger in one hand and tear through a ketchup packet with his teeth. He dips his food so much, he rarely eats anything without sauce.

Like Silva, Illumi has had a few pets in his life. One of them being a bear. He named it Pikelet. (I'll explore this one more in my fic!)

Although murder is his trade, that shouldn't hinder his other passions, including wild life conservation! This boy grew up in the mountains, albiet privately owned. You can't convince me he isn't a goblin child at heart.

He always thought he deserved to have fangs.

When he sees a walking stick lying on the ground, he has the urge to pick it up and wield it like a sword.

When he was eight he read all the narnia books. Peter was his comfort character, but he wanted to be Prince Caspian. To this day, if you ask him why he likes Narnia, he will give you a disseration and explain why Lucy is the strongest of all the penvensie siblings. He has never had turkish delight, but believes he would betray his siblings for them, they just look so good!

He could grow antlers out of pure will power. No, literally, he can. He can and will show you. "I'm a crytid. Look at my antlers."

He's still a Goosebumps kid at heart. When autumn rolls around, he he lays in bed and watches his favorite spooky shows (scooby doo, goosebumps, are you afraid of the dark?, tales from the crypt)

When he was little, he used to play in the forest by himself ALOT. One time, he crawled into a log, but the log was at the top of a hill and it began to roll down with him in it and then it rolled into a pond. He was able to escape, but he almost drowned and never told anyone what happened. He was a little mortified to tell anyone because he almost died doing something stupid. He'll tell you he has done alot of stupid things in the woods, but won't divulge more than that.

He's actually kind of good at acting and loves watching movies. This is part of why he is so good at diguises, he studies the actors in movies lol Sometimes he repeats lines from movies randomly in the house. Out of nowhere, he shouts 'BILBOOOO BAGGINSSSS' in a gandolf like voice. It's okay, just accept it.

Illumi has rehabilitated many opossums in his life.

He owns an animal rescue ranch, under a different identity of one of his disguises, that rebahilibates injured animals and prepares to release them back to the wild. His current disguise is an old man, but Illumi plans to 'die' and come back as his son/heir. Yes, he has worked out an entire line of succession for a rescue ranch. Did he have to do this? No, but he did anyway.

Once Illumi officiated the wedding between a frog named Freddie Lime to another frog named Emily Spinach. Oh, he was also high, but the wedding was beautiful, and Milluki fished him out of the pond afterwards.

There's a deer in Kukuroo Mountain that is fond of Illumi. If it sees him, it will run up to him. Illumi doesn't know what the forest calls the deer, but he calls it Thimble. He gives Thimble treats, and Thimple lets Illumi pet him, the arrangement has worked out very well so far.

Kukuroo Mountain is self sustainable, and alot of the food they cook they grow themselves. There's also a farm, with cows. Illumi would just be chilling on a hamick and then suddenly killua runs past him, and then so does a cow. Illumi goes back to napping, this isn't his mess to clean up.

"Concept: I will continue to bottle up all my emotions until I snap."

Moss.

Here were some facts! I have more stuff, but those are spoilers for my fanfic (where shadows touch), My obsession might be unhealthy but it's delicious and i love it so I'm not gonna stop.

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