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deadghosy · 1 month

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HAZBIN HOTEL X ALBERT/FLAMINGO! READER

prompt: after causing chaos in life is paradise, you accidentally clicked the wrong “alt” button.

Oh wow- listen…I’m in my Albert phase guys…so yeah. ANYWAYSSS-

You just got done making your Roblox video as you wanted to exit out of it. You were going for the alt + 4 button only for the alt to look red and shine into your face. The light blinding your sight made you scream as you opened your eyes to see you are in a new area.

…. “Am I in hell…” you said in a high pitch voice. You panicked out a pitch scream gaining weird looks from the sinners. You still kept your human look but as you screamed, the control panel of admins show up. You stopped screaming immediately with an “oh.” And smiled evily

After wrecking most of the pride ring, you felt tired. Seeing an advertisement on tv about a hotel that redeems sinners, you thought maybe you could do some good here. So you pulled out a keyboard and type to teleport to the said hotel

You can go into the wrath, pride, and gluttony ring. It’s pretty real as you have the wrath to destroy things when pissed off. You’re prideful that you can’t be destroyed, and you have the gluttony to eat. A lot.

I can see you just having a small flamingo demon pet following you around. Literally you would make it bite and stab people. You taught it how to do the billy bounce.

The crew most definitely thought you were schizophrenic because you talk out loud as if you were talking to someone

BIG HEADCANNON THAT YOU HAVE ZOOMIES AROUND THE HOTEL😭

“I start stabbing, now that the lights are out?” “Albert/Reader, please no.” Charlie says holding your arms down. The power went out and you were craving blood.

You’re just a little gremlin :D

Imagine how chaotic it was to not fling someone out of the hotel for fun 😭 LMAO A SINNER FLINGING ACROSS THE WHOLE PENTAGRAM.

“I’m taking away their happiness in a good way!” You say smiling as you drag a resident away from Charlie who seems traumatized. You were like an alastor 0.2 but more happy actually.

LMAO YOU HAVING A BAN HAMMER SO WHEN A RESIDENT IS BEING AN ASSHOLE YOU JUST SLAM THE HAMMER ON THEIR HEAD WITH A “BOOP”

I can imagine you having the same physique as the og Albert. Literally one minute you look like your animal crossing character, and the next thing they know you are some buff Florida man.

“I’m going to make them regret being born.” You said as you clicked an admin that made your skin black with red eyes. The angels came towards you as your cut their heads off.

The whole cast was in shocked seeing a human like you being so powerful with just a panel no one can touch.

“Being a baby will not prevent me from shooting you.” You said jokingly as this toddler was winning uno. The mother ran away with her child as you screamed out uno.

Angel started to rant about what he does for his job and how he basically seller his soul to this moth porn demon. After he told you things what the demon does to Angel. You snapped.

“BITCH I WILL SHOOT YOU!” Yells reader as they cocked their gun. Basically the whole crew has to hold you back as Valentino is pissing himself.

Vox didn’t even know who you were until Valentino started having nightmares and random shadows in his room. (The shadows were you lol) Vox had to look you up and try to find who tf you were. You were a YouTuber. That all it showed up on his feed as he scoffs.

Husk has no opinion on you. He only knows you as that guy with a flamingo. He would sometimes side eye you while you do crazy shit. But matter of fact you two are chill.

“We have different ways of expressing ourselves..” you say to Angel trying to comfort him. “I like this way, he can’t defend himself. And I like that.” You say shooting down a sinner while in battle. Angel dust just side eyes you as if you were actually crazy.

You’re not allowed to go into turf war with him no more.

Velvette has no legit problems with you. Dead ass you and her might be fashion partners. HAVE YOU SEEN ALBERT’S DRIP ON INSTA?! That MAN IS GOOD!

You have so much wanted posters, even you brag to others at how cool you look while destroying someone’s house. All because you were bored.

Charlie is mostly worried for your mental health while Vaggie just knows that you aren’t really the most mental stable in the group.

“STOP DOING THAT! STOP CRYING! What are you a baby?!” You say while smacking away a whole imp baby that was crying beside you on the merry-go-round

Charlie’s eyes widen at what you did. You were like a man child.

I can headcannon you deadass bombed the Vees tower out of pettiness. It was just funny seeing Vox shocked to his damn boots that his home was now gone.

Lucifer made you a duck flamingo cause of how he was trying to be nice to you. He knew you wasn’t a sinner or an angel of sorts. But you were a human that he never seen before. He probably makes you some damn pancakes if you want them.

Lucifer would probably ask if you have a flamingo demon form because you told the crew that you go by flamingo and Albert. You just stood there confused to what this short man was saying. But you just nodded trying to see if you could actually turn into a flamingo.

Headcannon on you just actually helping around by just replacing and changing furniture. You help Charlie with trust exercises as the resident are just confuse at a human being here.

“WHO needs powers, when you have a gun!” You yell excited pulling out a gun from your admin control. You shot downa sinner who was trying to fight you. Alastor just doesn’t see why how your “guns” are more powerful. They don’t even have angelic metal.

Carmilla carmine had seen how you legit shot an angel down with a simple looking gun. It was insane but amazing. She definitely called you down to her place so she can see what your bullets are made out of.

Imagine how you basically see people’s/sinner’s names as if it was a name tag aka username. You would go around saying their name out loud as they look at you scared and crazy. “Hello Hakka!” “How you know my name?!!!!” 😕

Rosie adores you, you may be man child that’s like a gremlin. But you are so sweet and helping. Alastor made you meet her and honestly, it was a great meet and greet. Honestly 10/10.

Headcannon on you and Niffty both killing bugs together. You use your ban gun as Niffty uses a sewing needle. This sweet girl made you a big crown, you better appreciate it.

Alastor had messed with your food making you pissed off. It was the end of the day and you hadn’t eat anything due to not taking care of yourself much. So your reaction was justified when you see alastor’s grins widening.

“I hope you choke on your next meal.” You say as your voice had suddenly boomed across the hotel. It was like as if your mic boosted it, but you don’t have one.

You and Alastor have like a sibling relationship as you two just want to watch people suffer. Literally it’s funny as hell when it’s that one Xbox meme.😭

“MOM SAYS ITS MY TURN TO CAUSE SUFFERING!” You say trying to get over Alastor’s tall body as he causes chaos in the pentagram city.

Sir Pentious didn’t like you at all. Like he was actually scared at his crazy and psychotic you are at times. But when he saw how calm and laid back you actually were. He actually started to warm up close to you.

The egg boiz follow you around asking if your pet flamingo could play with them. It was so cute as they play with your pet flamingo.

Cherri absolutely loves you and your destructive behavior. Literally you two are a deadly duo cause you would give her some of your admin powers and take it back.

You once actually set up a limb store, literally you were getting that money✨😈 you had chopped off so much limbs got your deer customers.

I can see you actually taking people’s souls lol. You just take souls for fun and not for contract which leaves some overlords confused and scared of your powers.

Heaven would be scared of you personally. Like you are such a menace, sera sent your ass back to hell. Your human appearance was still the same tho lol.

Adam and you, beef on sight. “Why do you even have that pink bird? What are you, ret@rded?” “No but your mother is.” You said back while flipping him off.

Sera doesn’t like you. Your chaotic energy and your “evil” doing are not prohibited in paradise. She might tell Big G about how a human is in hell in perfect condition.

Emily heard about your presence by sera, she wanted to meet you but then again. You are back in hell. But she hopes to meet you one day.

See, me personally you would rob a bank for fun and then give it to some homeless imps in the wrath ring. It’s just you doing random shit while bored.

I can imagine you turning someone into the hulk. You deadass have so much power that it’s concerning and crazy for the hotel crew and rest of hell. You have alot of powers and you can turn people into some green buff human?!?

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Dad!Ghost, eating an apple :

K/N, looks up at their dad : Daddy?

Dad!Ghost, looks at his child : yeah, kid?

K/N, tilted their head : Where’s your dad?

Dad!Ghost, slowly stop chewing : Where’s my dad?

K/N, oblivious : Yeah. Where’s your dad?

Dad!Ghost, mentally preparing himself :

K/N : Why didn’t you meet your dad?

Dad!Ghost, internally sighs : . . . I was adopted, actually.

K/N : Why?

Dad!Ghost, shrugs : Because my dad didn’t want me.

K/N, feels bad : Awww……

Dad!Ghost, nods : I know.

Dad!Ghost : ……my dad never wanted me, so a new dad (Price) came and got me.

K/N, being unfairly adorable : I want you. 😊

Dad!Ghost, froze :

Dad!Ghost, suddenly becomes emotional :

K/N, giggles : Your daddy was lame.

Dad!Ghost, kneels down to his kid’s level : Please, give me a hug, kid.

K/N, embraces dad tightly : ☺️

Dad!Ghost, rests his face against his kid’s face : That’s exactly why I had you.

K/N, laughing gleefully : I want you daddy!

Y/N, recording from the other room with tears of joy : 🥺🥹💞

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soft-girl-musings · 4 months

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Cry (MK Spring Bingo #1)

Marc Spector x Reader

cross-posted to ao3

tags: panic/anxiety attacks, possibly inaccurate description of an emergency room visit (i don't remember the exact process i borrowed from my own experience bc i was sick… in the ER…), no use of y/n

wc: 1,356

fic summary: Three times Marc told you it was okay to cry, and one time you returned the favor.

A/N: Finally got around to writing something for someone besides jake lockley, bless. once again this is self-indulgent, but if anything hits home for you i'm glad <3 (based on Adam Melchor's "Cry" , which is the most marc-coded piece of music i've ever heard. in this essay i will)

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The first time came out of nowhere.

Nothing was wrong per se; no major injury or crisis had come up. All you knew was that you were frozen in the corner of your room, hot tears streaming down your face as your mind raced between a million different things.

“Sweetheart, have you seen my–” Marc’s request stopped the moment he saw you frozen in the darkened room, gripping the sleeves of your shirt as you bit your lip so hard you risked giving yourself another reason to cry.

“I just need a minute,” your voice came out trembling and heavy, as if too many syllables would cause the tears to fall with greater force. Not that you knew how to stop them, or how they even started.

Quick strides across the room brought Marc to your side. His warm hands wrapped around yours, cold and losing color from digging into your arms.

Words were never his strong suit; Marc’s a man of few, usually letting his presence and actions suffice. So when faced with consoling you against some invisible threat, he could almost hear the sound of his own heart breaking in tandem with your staggered breath.

So he stood there. Until your fingers relaxed and entwined with his, he stood there until he could guide you to the floor. Arms wrapped around your shoulders, he cradled you as you continued to cry.

“This is so stupid,” you groaned as you wiped your face with your sleeve. “So fucking… ugh.”

“Hey,” he shushed you. “Not stupid. You’re feeling what you’re feeling.”

“But I don’t know why,” you choked out. It was hard enough being so distraught; not having a valid reason for it made everything hurt more.

“You don't have to justify it. Don't have to do anything but just… be here.” A hand to your temple eased your head against his chest. “I'm here, as long as you need me to be.”

This was all the permission you needed to let another rush of tears spill down your cheeks, soaking his shirt. He didn't mind.

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The second time was in the emergency room.

You'd never struggled to catch your breath like this before; a common cold turned south and triggered long-dormant childhood asthma, making your lungs betray the rest of your body. Marc drove you to the ER when your hollow coughing didn't let up for the third day in a row. Head spinning and chest aflame, you were rushed to the back as soon as Marc told them you couldn't breathe.

“You've got to breathe steady, honey.”

“I'm trying,” you muttered around the medicated tube in your mouth. It had to be almost 3 in the morning; your body ached like crazy and you didn't catch a word of what the nurse told you to do with your medication. All you knew was that you were cold, exhausted, and grateful to have Marc there to time your breathing.

But even with his hand holding yours, you still felt tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Every inhalation brought medicine to your airways, but the ragged sensation resonated through your chest and made your body ache more.

“I'm so tired,” you finally said around the device. With that, your tears fell faster than you could swipe at them. Your frown pushed the device from your mouth, but you didn't care.

Marc sprang up, catching the equipment when your grip faltered. He said nothing; instead, he climbed onto the bed with you, leaning your back against his chest and taking your hand in his once more, bringing the medication back to your lips. You let him bear your weight, immediate relief washing over you as he took over keeping the device steady with one hand and gently dabbing a tissue at your cheek with the other.

“Nothing wrong with a few tears, honey. Means you’re alive.”

When you finally went home, the fire in your lungs extinguished, he held you again until you fell asleep.

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“.....The movie just started.”

(The third time was on the living room couch.)

You had finally talked Marc into watching La La Land with you (with the promise of his getting to choose the next movie night film, of course). You were barely 30 seconds into the opening number when you'd started crying, eyes glued to the screen as dozens of up-and-comers danced and sang about their dreams to make it in the industry.

“They haven't said anything.”

“They're saying everything.”

“He's dancing on a car.”

“Because he's excited!”

“Why did they stop traffic to dance?”

You didn't hear the rest of his quips, too engrossed in the scene. The colors, the music, and the highly impractical interstate choreography had a way of getting to you ever since you first saw this movie. Meanwhile, Marc sat with his arms crossed and eyebrows knit together as he tried to follow along.

When you noticed his body language, you reached for the remote and paused the movie. “Do you… want to watch something else?”

Marc's face fell when he realized this new batch of tears wasn’t because of the movie, but because of him. The thought of making your cry hit like a punch to the gut.

He took the remote from you, moving closer to your side. “Nice try, but you're not getting out of it that easily. I need your commentary if I'm gonna keep up.” He hit play and choked down every criticism as he saw your face light up, tears of joy brimming during the remaining 2 hours of the film.

The next morning, while making breakfast, you could have sworn you heard Marc humming Another Day of Sun under his breath.

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As you'd grown closer, you began to know Marc as your rock, your steady landing place when you had thoughts and feelings too big to deal with on your own. He never had to say much to be there for you. He kept you tethered and together, happy to be of service no matter how ugly your hardships felt.

It was only a matter of time before you saw a crack in his foundation.

You got home late one night, a thunderstorm hot on your heels. You had shrugged off your coat and shoes, calling out to Marc to see if he was home. No response.

You checked each room diligently, until you found him sitting on the corner of the bed.

“Marc?” You asked softly, walking toward him. You knelt in front of him, and the sight of his face twisted into an unfamiliar expression, a steady stream of tears spilling from his reddened eyes, was more than you could bear.

The first time came out of nowhere.

“Can you give me your hands, Marc?” He complied, his breath short and his eyes fixed on the storm pelting the window with sheet after sheet of rain. His vision darted between drops of water and streaks of lightning. The room shook with the echoes of thunder as the worst of the storm hit.

“Hey,” you urged him. “Just be here. With me.” Your thumb traced his wrist as you tried to stay calm. “Can you breathe with me, Marc?” You sat up on your knees. He nodded, slowly but surely matching the pace of your breath.

You didn't know what was on his mind, only that it was racing. You couldn't tell what had him so worked up, only that his breath escaped him even as you counted to ten again, and again, unrelenting in your focus on him. You had no idea what made your rock, your anchor, cry like this.

Maybe he'd tell you later; maybe it'd remain a mystery. None of that mattered in the moment. All that mattered was the rhythm of your breath as the rain let up; the way his tears drenched your sleeves when you dabbed at his flushed cheeks; the steady thrum of his heart as his body relaxed beside yours. All that mattered was how, with your chest pressed to his back as you lay on top of the bedspread, he let you hold him for a change.

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#moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x reader #marc spector x gn!reader #moon knight fanfiction #marc spector fanfiction #marc spector/reader #marc spector/gn!reader #my works #mk spring bingo 2024 #moonknightevents #youtube link

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luxthestrange · 3 months

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Incorrect quotes#933 Dad Vs Dad Vs...Mc?

Imagen Michael vs Mammon singing battle versus the custody of Luke...on who he likes more now,and who he should pick on being the best "Dad"

Mich:

Haha, looks like you could use some help From the big boss of Heaven himself Check out daddy's glowing reviews on Yelp (Five stars! Flawless! Greater than great!) Oh, with the Hand claps on your knees I wap-bam-boom, alakazam Usually, I charge your unconditional loyalty But you get the family rate!~

Mich & Luke:Thanks, Dad!

Mich: Who needs a busboy, now that you've got the chef? (Woah-oh-oh) Michelin-tasting menu, free à la carte I'll rig the game for you because I'm the ref Champagne fountains, caviar mountains, that's just to start!

Mammon: Who's been here since day one? Who's been faithful as a nun? Makes you chuckle with an old-timey pun Your amazing mammon!~

Luke: That's true!

Mammon: I'm your guy, your day-to-day Your chum, your steadfast DemonGuard Remember when I fixed that clog today?~

Little D. No. 2: I was stuck, thank you, sir!~

Luke: Oh, you!~

Mammon*Grabs Luke in his arms and puts him in a bed tucking him in like a father* I'm truly honored that we've built such a bond You're like the child that I wish that I had~

Mich: Uh, what?

Mammon: I care for you, just like a son I spawned!~

Mich: Hold on now!

Mammon:

It's a little funny, you could almost call me DAAAAAAAAD!~

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Just as Mammon and Michael were about to throw down...You kick in the door and start to sing-

Mc: It's me, yes, it's me I know you were all waiting for me I'm here, what a gas Took a while, but I'm present at last It's me, it's me Mccccccccccc!

Mich: Who?

#obey me #obey me!#obey me mc #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me x gn!mc #obey me x gn!reader #obey me! mc #obey me mammon #obey me michael #obey me luke #mammon x reader #mammon x mc #platonic mammon x luke #daddy mammon #obey me nightbringer #obey me incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #Youtube

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whore-for-chris-evans · 25 days

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মনের মানুষ - Soulmate

[Steve Rogers x Indian!bengali!GN!reader

Summary: your heart is aching for a home that no longer exists. Steve finds you in the middle of emotional turmoil.

Warning: homesickness, childhood trauma if you squint, mention of political disturbance, fluff, cursing, Steve being an absolute sweetheart, Steve also getting the feels]

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After the third round of knocking incessantly at your bedroom door, Steve huffed. He didn't want to intrude, in case you weren't decent or something.

"Sorry y/n," he muttered before twisting the handle, fully expecting to find it closed, unyielding.

His eyes widened, first in mild surprise at the ease with which he'd made it in: no locked doors. Then in shock, since his favourite person - you - was currently curled up on the floor, facing the sunset. Knees pulled up to your chest and tears streaming down your face as you whimpered softly now and then.

The next emotion was confusion at the music playing in the room - something that sounded like a folk song sung by a gravelly male voice in a language he didn't understand. However, he'd heard you speak or sing in it to yourself enough to know it was Bengali.

He joined you on the floor, quietly tapping your arm.

You turned your head to look at him, making no effort to wipe away the salty moisture on your cheeks. "I miss home."

Three words. Just three words from you tugged violently on his heart-strings, making him scoot closer and wrap his arms around you, pulling you closer. You let him engulf you, finding comfort in him.

He didn't bother asking any questions. He knew the answers. Unfair elections and totalitarian practices had completely destroyed the political opposition in India five years ago. You'd watched democracy fall apart slowly but surely within fifteen years. Your beloved state of West Bengal, safe from the ruling party till then, had been overpowered too.

You'd run. You'd wished you could stay and do something, be a patriot, but you'd run. Forced yourself to throw yourself and your best efforts into medical school, even if your heart had ached for a different subject instead. You'd clenched your jaw and survived five years of suffocating dictatorship (nobody ever called it that but that's what it was) and communal riots. Then, the moment you'd graduated, you'd packed your things and left your homeland for a stable future.

You hadn't taken anyone with you. Your family wasn't the best and you'd made the decision to go no contact with them while still in high school. You'd lied to them about where you would be living, promised them you'd call. At the airport, just before boarding, you'd sent your mother the final text you'd silently prepared beforehand, listing everything she'd done wrong and refused to make up for and why you felt wronged. You'd apologised for being so harsh, and for abandoning them, but explained that you needed to protect yourself and you couldn't do it while staying with them. Then you'd thrown away your phone.

It was for the best, for your best, but you still missed the carefree life of your early years. Carefree, not in the sense that you weren't being hurt over and over, but carefree in the sense that you were naïve enough not to realise you were being hurt. You were alone in this new environment. Yes, you'd found friends, you'd found Steve. But a part of you still felt lonely.

Steve knew all of this. He'd held you close the day you poured all of it out. And he held you close now as the homesickness returned.

"I'm a fucking coward," you sniffle. "I should've stayed and tried to fight. Spoken up. Done something. Said something. Anything. I didn't even try. Like a selfish bitch."

He pressed a kiss to your head, stroking your hair and shushing you. He'd save that conversation for later. Right now you didn't need a response from him, you needed to let your feelings out. He'd always be here to wipe your tears away and get you back on your feet.

You hugged him tighter, and he pulled you into his lap, leaning against the bed as he closed his eyes, focusing on the song playing on loop.

Weirdly, it felt like home. Nevermind that he understood nothing. There was something earthen and rustic about the song and its ambience, something that called to him. He thought of his mother. A little voice in him said she'd love this music too. He felt his own eyes water as well, and blinked to prevent them from spilling.

You turned in his arms a little so now your back was to his chest, and you both watched the sun go down in silence.

When you'd calmed down, he brought one of your hands up to his lips. "Do you feel like going out and getting some ice cream? Or brownies?"

You giggled - despite the surge of emotions earlier. "I'd love that. Thank you," you met his calm and loving eyes, genuine gratitude in your own.

"Of course, honey."

Minutes later, as you held on to him from behind while his motorcycle wove in and out of traffic, you felt some of the weight lifting off your chest. Life had been rough, but it was better now. You were better now. Safe and loved. You'd be okay, right?

You rubbed his arm softly. He found your hand and squeezed it three times at a red light.

Yeah, you'd be okay.

[AN: This is the direct product of me being homesick, while sitting in my hometown, and being terrified for the future. Steve is my comfort character so I wrote this solely to calm myself; this is the most self-indulgent piece I've ever written. I know most of you won't relate to this much, but I hope that for once, you can put yourself in my place and at least try to understand the emotions in this fic rather than agonise over the details which don't apply to you.

AN 2: India is quasi-federal in structural, meaning while there is a Prime Minister to govern the entire country, every state also has their individual Chief Minister and Cabinet of Ministers for the affairs of said state. The party in power at the Centre isn't always the ruling party in every state. West Bengal is one of such states where the part in power is different from the one at the Centre...so far.

Current affairs in the country are really bad. Abuse of legislation, silencing the national press, completely altering the Constitution, bribing the judiciary, rigging the polls - it's all happening. It's bad enough that the UN and even other countries have criticised the central administration here. This fic is me being super scared that what I mentioned here will actually happen. Elections are this month, and like many other civilians, I'm desperately praying it doesn't take a turn for the worse.

AN 3: The song linked above is the inspiration for the title. মনের মানুষ (moner manush) translates to "soulmate". It is one of the most popular Baul songs. Baul are a category of Bengali folk songs which have double meanings. Most songs, at first listen, appear to be aimed at a lover, however, they can also be meant for God. It depends on how you wish to interpret them. They're a highly respected part of Bengali heritage and can be easily identified by the sound of the ektara in the instrumental, a one stringed musical instrument.]

Tagging my desi friends:

@mainly-marvel @slut-for-henry-cavill @averageambivert

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s0ulsniper · 1 year

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hii !! could you do 32 with flamingo x gn!reader ?sorta where theyre like friends and reader is having a bad/tiring day so Albert kinda busts in and cuddles them and gives them kisses💕

albert aretz x reader

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32.) "You're so cute when you're half asleep like this."

word count: 582

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the day has been exhausting for you, having to work 9-5 after staying up all night with extra work for college.

albert knew you were exhausted by the text you sent him this morning, saying good morning and not your usual scream text.

he texted you while you were at working, telling you stay the night at his house tonight. you could tell he was scheming something, but when was he not.

you sighed, untying your work apron and setting it in your locker after clocking out. minimum wage jobs weren't the best, but they paid your bills.

you got your phone from your locker, seeing a missed message from Albert, reading: "hey, y/n/n. meet me at my house after work, I have a surprise :)"

the text made you smile a bit, the feeling of exhaustion overwhelming you.

you leave the diner, waving goodbyes to your co-workers, and finding your car.

the drive comforting, sticking to back roads and listening to your easing music.

you pull into albert's driveway behind his car and gather your things from the passenger's seat. The walk to his door felt like a mile, you muster up the energy to lazily knock on his door.

it shoots open a second later, like he was waiting right beside it.

he smiles and hugs you, leading you inside by the small of your back.

"well I know I kind of already told you I had a surprise for you, but act like you didn't know." he laughs.

you nod and follow him into the living room, the lights off but the television light up the path.

you look towards the couch, seeing albert's and yours favorite snacks, and the blanket you made conjoined together from when you slept over, and decided you want to be in albert's space.

of course it was his idea, urging you to the nearest craft store and getting you to pick out your flip side of the blanket.

it was a shock you weren't dating, but you were both too scared to admit it to one another, even if it's obvious.

your face lights up as much as your tired muscles let you and you could feel Albert rubbing your back slowly.

"I know you've been very exhausted these past couple of days– so I decided to treat you. you don't have work or school for the next two days so we're gonna stay at home and get you back feeling good. I hate seeing you like this." he explains and leads you to the couch, patting the spot next to him so you can lay against him.

you shuffle against him, laying your head on his chest and he pulls the blanket over you.

you look up to him and see the way he clicks through the shows to try to find one for you to binge.

"albert?" you ask and he looks down questioningly. "thank you for this, I really appreciate it even if I can't really show it."

"i know, I'm glad I could help." he smiles and you've never felt more comfortable, you don't have anywhere to be but here with Albert for the next couple of days.

you let yourself fall into sleep, and just before you rest you hear Albert mumble something.

"you're so cute when you're half asleep like this. I love you, y/n."

"I love you too." you smile.

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peanutbutterandfailure · 7 months

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MoraxXGN!Reader-"Betrothed"

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With quivering steps, you nervously walk across Yiyan Temple with your offering. Your eyes are focused intently on the path in front of you. You tell yourself that it’s so you don’t spill the contents of your offering, but in reality it’s because you’re too afraid to meet the golden gaze of the Prime Adeptus. A gaze that you could feel on you since you took your first step into the temple plaza. From your peripherals, you can see the large Illuminated Beast sitting languidly on the overlook across from the temple entrance. You carefully ascend the steps of the dais and kneel with your offering beside the incense burner. Sitting the pot down, you lean forward in a seated bow as you speak. “Great Warrior God, please accept the offering I present to you as I seek your favor as a suitor.”

“What have you brought me, young one?” The Archons voice rumbles as he leaves the overlook and joins you on the dais. For as mighty as his body is, his footfalls create no sound.

Your eyes quickly scan the offerings that were left by the other suitors. Luxurious fabrics, elegant silks, gold statues, and piles of mora litter the dais. Next to them, your family’s best and largest soup crock looks dull and shabby. Removing the lid of the crock, you fill your voice with false confidence as you explain your offering. “My Lord, I offer you a soup made from the ham of a boar carefully raised by my family, wild game expertly hunted by my father, and bamboo shoots that I harvested myself. All of this has been prepared by myself and simmered for several hours in this crock, which was hand made by my great-grandmother.”

The great being dips his head, and from your bowed position you watch as his snout lowers into view and he sniffs the contents of the crock. Humming in what sounds like approval, he returns to his full height and asks "You are the last suitor to see me?"

"Yes, my Lord." You answer him as you replace the lid on the pot.

"Then I will be sure to enjoy your offering as soon as we're finished." He tells you.

Finished? What more am I to do than present him with my offering and leave? You wonder, your stomach twisting itself into nervous knots. The matchmaker in charge of preparing the suitors didn't mention anything beyond the offering. You didn't know what to do so you continued to sit in silence, bowing before the Archon. Your heart was thundering so loud in your chest you were sure he could hear it.

"Do you fear me, young one? He finally asks you.

"Are we not supposed to fear our Gods?" You ask in return, earning a chuckle from him.

"I would prefer my partner to not fear me." Before his words can register, you feel a large talon under your chin. "Look at me," he says softly, gently lifting your gaze to meet his.

Your entire field of vision is completely obstructed by the large dragon in front of you. Scales the color of earth and eyes the same golden shade of the sun, you don't think you've ever seen anything as magnificent as him. He hums once again, and this time you're sure it's a sound of happiness. Before you even realize what you're doing, your hand is reaching up to touch his face. You freeze the moment you come to your senses, how bold of you to assume that you can touch the Archon, but he shocks you by leaning down and pressing his face into your palm. The energy and power you can feel radiating off of him is incredible, intoxicating. Being this close to him makes you lightheaded and breathless.

Closing your eyes, you bring your other hand up to his face, caressing it as you press your forehead against him. You can't seem to stop yourself from slowly wrapping your arms around his snout. You sit there for Celestia knows how long, in the closest thing you could call an embrace with a dragon. Time has no meaning, the world outside of the temple grounds has no meaning. All you know is the feeling of his scales against your cheek and the heat on your abdomen and thighs as his breath hits them.

Eventually, much to your dismay, he gently pulls away from you. "You should go, young one. Our time must come to an end for now. Besides, I would prefer to enjoy your delicious offering while it is still warm."

Your head spins at the lack of his touch. For a moment, you don't even remember where you are or what you were doing. All thoughts of offerings and ceremonies had left your mind. As you struggled to regain your composure, you bowed once more to him. "Y-yes, my Lord. I hope you enjoy the so- I mean, the offering." You hear him chuckle as you take your leave, the feeling of his golden gaze never leaving you.

A week hadn't even passed when your parents received the news that Morax had chosen you as his partner. Your father attributed the wild game he had hunted to being detrimental to the Archons decision, whereas your mother decided that it was the beautiful grey hanfu she had made for you to wear that swayed his choice. You didn't tell them that you believed that his decision was made during the embrace you shared, when his eyes were closed to your clothes and before he had tasted the soup. The more you thought about the interaction afterwards, the more confident you were in the idea that he had chosen you for his own in that moment.

Time passes by in a blur as your family prepares for your marriage to the Lord of Geo. Betrothal ceremonies and Adepti rituals come and go. Eventually, after what feels like an eternity later, the day of the wedding arrives. You stare at your reflection in the mirror of the vanity as your mother adds the finishing touches to your look. Your red fengguan xiapei is covered in gold embroidery resembling a phoenix, the perfect counterbalance to the dragon you were to wed.

Speaking of Morax, you hadn't seen your betrothed in several weeks. As your mother flitted amongst the helpers, making sure everything was perfect, your mind wandered to him. You wondered what he had been doing since you last saw him, and if he was as nervous as you were right now. Surely Archons get nervous too, you thought. Why wouldn't they if they have all other emotions? Your inner musing about the emotions of Gods was cut short when your mother stepped into view. Smiling at you, she gently cups your face in her hands. "Oh my darling child, you look magnificent." Tears spill from her eyes and roll down her smiling cheeks.

As the helpers slip out of the room to give you privacy, your father steps in, beaming at you. He seems to be at a loss for words, all he can do is walk across the room and pull you and your mother into a warm hug. "We are so proud of you," he says with a quavering voice. You take deep and even breaths as you hold your parents close for possibly the last time. When you had been selected as a potential suitor, the matchmaker had explained to your parents that to wed the Archon meant that you would be taken to his home in Jueyun Karst and they may never see you again. They were assured that they would receive a handsome dowry should you be chosen, but you knew that neither the dowry nor the honor that came from being the betrotheds parents could compare to your happiness.

You pull away from your parents and take their hands in yours, blinking fast to keep the tears at bay. "I'll write every week." You promise, bringing their hands to your lips and kissing them. "I love you both so much."

"And we love you," they reply, pulling you back into a hug.

The ceremony was more extravagant and festive than you were expecting. You had imagined it to be somber with prim and stuffy rituals, much like the Adepti rituals, however it was lively and exciting, with a banquet to celebrate the union between the Archon and his partner. The day was full of firecrackers and dancing, food and drinks, and it wasn't until Moon Carver announced that it was time for the newlyweds to retire for the night that you realized how tired you were. You wanted to go home, to your new home, with your husband and relax.

Morax walked over and knelt down beside you. "Hold on to my neck." He instructed, and you instantly obeyed, wrapping your arms around him. You felt a rush of power and in a flash of golden light, the banquet was gone. You blinked stars from your eyes as the light faded and you found yourself in a luxurious bed chamber beautifully decorated with gilded furniture. You step away from Morax, looking around the room in awe, never have you been in a dwelling that was so beautiful. You couldn't imagine what the rest of your new home would look like.

You felt more than heard Morax move behind you, so you turned to face him. He had taken a few steps back away from you, and before you could ask what he was doing he said "Don't be frightened." Confused, you watch as the same golden light as before emanates from his body. You bring a hand up to shield your eyes until the light starts to dim. When you drop your hand, you let out of gasp of shock. Where a dragon once stood is now a man clothed in a black and white hooded cloak. With golden eyes, long brown hair, and a shirt that was almost too tight, he was easily the most attractive man you've ever seen.

With shaking legs, you walk backwards until you feel a piece of furniture behind you and gently sit down. With raised hands and concern on his face, Morax asks "Are you scared?"

You shake your head. "Shocked would be a more accurate description." You say with a laugh.

He smiles and lowers his hands as he walks over and kneels before you. "Why does this form shock you?" He asks you. "Surely you know that Adepti can alter their appearance."

"I do. I guess I just figured you preferred your Illuminated Beast form over that of a human." You explain.

"I have no preference in form, I just use the Dragon form for public appearances since it's imposing." He laughs and gently takes your hand in his. Feeling skin against yours instead of scales is odd, but you can still feel the intoxicating power that draws you close to him. "Besides, if I were to not use my human form, how else would we consummate our marriage?" he asks as he raises your hand to his lips.

A embarrassed blush climbs up your neck and to your cheeks, causing your whole body to flush in its heat. "I, uh… I didn't really think much about that…" Which was the truth, the most thought you had given it was just assuming your marriage to the dragon would be romantic but asexual.

"Do you not want to?" He asks as he runs his thumb back and forth across your knuckles. "I will wait if you're uncomfortable."

You stare down at your joined hands as you think. You hadn't expected to be intimate with Morax, since you had only known him for his beast form. But now, with his human form kneeling in front of you, you found yourself excited at the idea. "No, I want to." You tell him, your voice firm and sure. Smiling, he stands and pulls you up with him. Your bodies press together as he embraces you.

Holding your body close to his, you feel his chest rumble and his breath tickle your ear as he sighs "It's been so long since I've been able to hold you in my arms."

You chuckle when he says this. "I believe I've been the only one with arms capable of holding until just now, so this is the first time you've ever held me."

"Maybe in this lifetime of yours, yes. But I've held you many, many times before this." He pressed a finger under your chin and lifted so you met his gaze. "Can't you feel it every time we touch? The bond that connects the two of us?" As he speaks, his hand moves to cup your cheek and his eyes travel your face, drinking up every detail.

"I just assumed what I was feeling was your power." You tell him as you stare into his hypnotic eyes. You could tell now that what you felt around Morax was not the power radiating from him, it was a magnetic force drawing the two of you together. You could feel it burning your skin every place your bodies touched.

He shakes his head. "No, it's our bond." His hand slides from your face back to tangle in your hair as he draws closer to you. He stops just shy of your lips so he can ask "May I?"

He hasn't done anything more than embrace you, but you're already breathless with anticipation. "Yes." You breath. His lips press against yours quickly, and he wastes no time nibbling on your bottom lip. You open your mouth to him, your tongues meeting as he deepens the kiss. Your hands slide up his strong arms and across his broad shoulders so you can push the hood of his cloak down. Gently, you run your hands across his soft hair, causing a shiver to run through his body. As your hands continue to explore, his arms tighten around you. Finally he breaks the kiss and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck. You let your head tip back as you pant, struggling to catch your breath.

You barely have your breathing evened out before he’s walking you backwards towards the bed. You feel the softness of the mattress against the back of your legs seconds before he pushes you down onto it and crawls on top of you. Your breath hitches and speeds up again as he begins to nibble on your neck, sharp teeth against sensitive skin. His hands move swiftly and confidently as he starts removing your clothes with ease and grace. Your own hands roam his body, trying to find where one piece of his outfit ends and the other begins. You cry out in frustration, causing him to pull back, laughing.

“Let me help, young one.” He says as he sensually shows you how easy it is to remove his clothing.

You lay on the bed, completely bared to him. You should feel shy, but you don’t. The look on his face gives you all the confidence in the world. He kneels above you, looking down with a small smile on his lips and the faint glimmer of tears in his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much,” he manages to choke out, causing your heart to swell and shatter.

Sitting up slightly, you grab him gently and pull him down against you. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.” You say. You don’t know the details of your apparent past lives, but it’s evident that each time he loses you, Morax is devastated. His mouth roughly reclaims yours as his hands grip your bare hips. Your bodies tangle together as your passion for each other grows. Hands and lips exploring bare skin and sensitive areas, small moans and gasps leaving both of you.

When he can tell you’re ready for him, he brings his mouth to your ear and growls in a husky voice “I apologize if I’m rough with you, it has been a long time and I’m not sure if I can control myself.”

The next morning when you wake your body is sore, your voice is raspy, and your throat is raw. You're cushioned by the softest pillows and the silkiest sheets as your eyes open and you're once again struck by the beautifully decorated bed chamber, now littered with your clothes. Hanging beside the bed is a golden silk robe and you can see a still steaming cup of tea on the bedside table. Gingerly sitting up, you gratefully drink the tea to ease the scratching in your throat. You sit the cup back down before slowly standing up, being gentle to your poor ravaged body. Wrapping the robe around yourself, you slowly make your way from the bedchamber and into the rest of the house.

Every room you you pass is as immaculately decorated as the last, leaving you in a constant state of awe. You walk past an open door and can see Morax walking through a beautifully landscaped courtyard. You step out onto the small porch and watch your husband until he looks up and notices you. The smile that lites up his face is radiant and pure as he comes to you and gently sweeps you into his arms.

"Good morning, my beloved." He murmurs in your ear as he holds you close. "I trust you slept well?"

"I did, but that's not surprising after everything you put me through last night." You say with a mischievous smile.

He laughs, his shoulders shaking. "I don't believe I heard you complaining." He retorts.

"And you never will." You gently kiss his lips. He hums softly and holds you close to him as he kisses you back. You're so happy you get to spend the rest of your life with your dragon, your Archon, your husband.

Here's some self-indulgent headcannons:

Morax, being the coldblooded dragon he is, is constantly snuggling up to you to keep warm. Doesn't matter what time of year it is, he wants to cuddle you. You're his favorite heat source.

He constantly lets you go to visit your family, and even accompanies you on occasion. Your mother and grandmother are smitten with his human form and are constantly looking for excuses to touch his arms or his chest.

When you're cooking, he tries to help, but he tends to mostly get in the way. You don't get angry with him, because you find it adorable how flustered the mighty Warrior God gets when you constantly have to move him off to the side.

If the two of you decide to become parents (either through adoption or typical/magical conception), he is a nervous wreck the first time he holds your child. They're so small and fragile, and he's terrified he's going to hurt them. But you stand behind him with your hands on his shoulders, reassuring him that he's not only the Groundbreaker Archon, but also a loving and compassionate father.

He likes to take you on walks to all of his favorite places in the region, especially to show you areas where the two of you share history. Those are the places where he stops to hold you close, savoring the feeling of having you in his arms once again.

Once he loses you, he has Seers that constantly scry and read the stars to figure out when you'll be reincarnated. They're not able to tell him exactly who you'll be, but they know when you'll be old enough for him to begin looking for a suitor. Sometimes he has to wait for several rounds of suitors to approach him, but he never takes a partner unless it's you.

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lostmyremembrall · 7 months

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𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒅

𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑅𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑒, 𝐴𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑥𝑎𝑠 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: 𝐻𝑢𝑚𝑜𝑢𝑟. 𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑘.

Summary: Every villain has his regrets. So what is Tom Riddle's? Well, not getting to say 'fuck you' to his own father before he accidentally fell down the stairs to his death, of course. But, Abraxas says he needs closure, so you could say the trip to Little Hangleton wasn't a complete waste.

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This is the first time I’ve felt the need to confess.

It all started with Abraxas’ suggestion to visit my father.

I’ve asked him: why. His answer: closure.

He believed my mental health to be somewhat, “unstable” and “unhinged.” Apparently, childhood trauma does that to you.

So, closure was the answer.

I’ve pondered about it. Why not. Why not go up to the man in the mansion and stick it into his face? Why not tell the rich man in a big mansion, “fuck you,” “I hope you’ll die in a ditch,” and “You will not be invited to my inevitable coronation.”

If this will help me become a better leader, then gladly I would accept the opportunity to cuss in my father’s face.

Apparently, that was not what Abraxas meant by closure.

But, being the open-minded leader that I am, I said why not.

The plan was to visit Little Hangleton on New Year’s Eve anyway, to assess exactly what I will be inheriting. So, why not make the trip more interesting? Why not start off the marvellous year of 1944 with a clean slate?

Needless to say, the closure has gone slightly out of hand.

I stood on the second-floor foyer, overlooking the entrance hall. Perhaps unwisely, I thought I would give my father a surprise, apparating behind him.

Now, a man lay unmoving below me. His body mangled. His eyes, wide open in the shock that ultimately led to his untimely death. The blood, pooling beneath him.

So much for a clean slate.

Abraxas appeared on the first floor, returning from the kitchen, carrying a slice of cake that he had nicked from the New Year’s celebration. His feet, along with the long shadow cast on the marble tiles, came to a halt.

“Huh,” his brows furrowed, tilting his head, still sucking on his fork. “Is a human head supposed to look like that?”

He pointed his fork at the large dent on the inion of the head.

Tom Riddle Sr. lay still, face down on the floor. Even a corpse did not have the energy to answer such a dull question.

“Shit,” I gritted my teeth. “Fuck, Abraxas. Damn!”

Abraxas’ eyes widened, the realisation finally dawning on him. The slice of cake slowly slid down the plate and fell, the splatter marking its timestamp in the silence.

“Tom…!” Abraxas’ mouth gaped and closed like a helpless fish, “When I said closure, I did not mean this!” He waved the fork over the corpse, as if to say ‘Whatever this is.’

“It. Was. An accident!” I hissed in return at his unhelpful contribution, my fingernails digging into the mahogany handrail.

“Merlin’s beard,” Abraxas ran a hand through his hair, devolving rapidly into a panic. “We’re fine. We’re fine. We merely need to get rid of evidence.”

“Just clean up after ourselves. We weren’t here long. Nobody saw us,” Abraxas began pacing about the room. “Nobody can trace this back to us.”

“Ah, shit,” Abraxas paused as his feet stepped into the crumbled mush on the floor. “The cake! They can trace my DNA, oh god, oh god oh god.”

“The what?”

“It’s a new thing, Tom,” Abraxas wiped away the sweat with his shaky hand. “Heard all about it on that crime radio I listen to.”

I paused to close my eyes, willing myself to ignore Abraxas’ pathetic wailing, taking a deep breath. If my brilliance had served me thus far, it was going to serve me now.

“Calm down, Abraxas,” I opened my eyes again, and let out a shaky breath as I began to descend the stairs.

Abraxas turned his teary, desperate eyes to me, hoping that his leader had some incredible plan.

“Look at this,” stopping next to Abraxas, I languidly gestured to the crime scene. “It merely looks like he fell, does it not?”

For the first time in this dreadfully long night, a glimmer of hope and conviction appeared in Abraxas’ eyes.

“You’re right. He did fall,” he nodded fervently, as if attempting to convince himself. “An unfortunate accident.”

“That befell on an unbalanced man,” I reassuringly patted the back of Abraxas with a smirk, ending his sentence, “Now, let us calm down, and enjoy the serenity before we begin rifling through their possessions.”

I sauntered to the stairs, and sitting down on it, took out a flask for a swing. Still shaking, but now considerably less so, Abraxas followed.

Abraxas nodded his thanks as he took the flask that I offered, taking a swing as well. The alcohol seemed to do wonders, as it was always the case for Abraxas, as his breathing evened out and the confidence returned to his blue eyes.

“You know,” Abraxas began, returning the flask to me. “It is impeccable timing, if you think about it.”

I raised my brows at him, urging the blond to continue.

“It is your birthday. And the old man died, giving you everything in this room,” his gaze wandered around the room, to the antique armours guarding the front doors, the expensive Chinese vases, to the crystal chandelier above them. “Shit, you might be as rich as me, now.”

“Hm, true,” I pondered, my eyes also trailing the many valuables in the room. The word ‘closure’ came to my mind. Yes, I suppose, counting these as an apology gift and my birthday gift, I could find it in myself to forgive my father. Maybe.

My eyes landed on the man’s face, still slumped down on the floor a few feet from us. Tom Riddle Sr. was extremely handsome. Deadly handsome, even.

Too soon, perhaps.

I raised a flask towards the body that eerily resembled me. “Thank you, father, for the gifts!”

“And the cake!” Abraxas joined in with a smile.

I smiled against the flask as I took another swing, revelling in the immediate warmth that spread through my core. “You know,” I murmured, suddenly feeling uncharacteristically sentimental all of a sudden. “I’m glad you’re here, with me. On this memorable night.”

Abraxas turned to me with a genuine smile that came more easily to his lips than mine. “Always happy to help, Tom.”

Abraxas fell silent, however, when there was a groan from the corpse. My eyes widened, as my father groaned, and he raised his head, his eyes fluttering open. We froze as our eyes met. Nothing has terrified me more than that moment, when my father’s irises captured us, his son and a stranger, on his stairs, eating his cake, celebrating his death.

“Avada Kedavra!”

My wand had reacted sooner than I’d had the time to think.

The head dropped again with a heavy thud.

“TOM!”

Abraxas’ shriek pierced my right ear, and I winced.

“Why?! WHY did you do that?!” Abraxas was wailing again, “You have to stop casting a killing curse on your reflex!”

“Shit,” I grimaced. “I panicked.”

“Yes, I’ve gathered, Tom,” Abraxas ruffled his hair, leaping to his feet to begin pacing again, his hair now beyond recognition from the neat style he usually kept. “Merlin, now they’re really going to think it’s a crime scene.”

“He saw our faces,” I murmured darkly. A weak excuse, I knew, but Abraxas’ finger-pointing was unbearable.

“Fuck, Tom!” the blond was hyperventilating now. “I cannot go to Azkaban! They will eat me alive!”

I glared up at the rattled man, still pacing back and forth in front of me, his nerves getting to me. A terrible idea crossed my mind, for a moment, whether keeping Abraxas alive was a liability. He did not do well under pressure. He’d crumble under interrogation in mere seconds.

I growled, “Well, there’s nothing we can do at the moment, but to–”

Abraxas yelped when there was a low grumble from the corpse. He turned on his heels, the fork gripped tight in his hand. I widened my eyes at the savagery of the blond, watching him straddle my father and plunge the fork into him again and again. The muggle way.

He screamed at him. Then cursed. Then stabbed some more.

Watching Abraxas go absolutely feral on the poor corpse that resembled me, I had to consider the possibility that Abraxas perhaps harboured some pent-up vehemence towards me.

“Jesus,” I watched him stand up, the sweat-matted strands of hair falling into his eyes. “Could you not? That is my father.”

“Fuck,” he let out a shaky breath, the fork slipping from his hand and rattling on the floor. His pale skin, splattered with red. “I thought he was dead! How’s he still alive?!”

“It happens,” I sighed, scratching my brows at the situation that was rapidly growing out of hand. “Corpses release gas and liquid.”

“Oh god,” Abraxas fell to his knees, as if begging for forgiveness from my father. He began sobbing, the tears streaming down his cheeks. “Oh god, my life is ruined.”

To be frank, I found the situation somewhat amusing. How the tables have turned. I bit my tongue, wanting desperately to say ‘Who panicked this time?’ Instead, I stood up with a heavy sigh, and laid a supportive hand on his shoulder.

“Yes, it does look like ‘fuck you in particular’ now, doesn’t it?”

Despite my solace, Abraxas began to sob harder. Perhaps it was the way I said it.

“Come,” I helped him up to his feet. My father’s blood painted his blond hair and pale skin. His tears and spit have now mingled with it as they trailed down his chin. I sighed, producing a handkerchief from my pocket.

“You’ve always enjoyed crime radios,” I wiped his face clean, until reconsidering the futile attempt as more tears poured. “Now you get to be a part of it.”

Abraxas howled as more tears began to pour.

“There there,” I wrapped my arms around him in a comforting embrace.

“You won’t let me go to Azkaban, will you?” his frail voice came muffled against my wool uniform.

“Of course not,” I patted his shoulder. “I’ll always be here to fix your mistakes.”

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A few hours later, in the wee hours of the morning, we stood in front of a roaring fire. The sky was just beginning to brighten as Abraxas rubbed his hands over the fire, trying to warm his pale hands that had gone frigid.

“I’m glad we built this fire,” he said with a relieved smile. “Fire has a soothing effect, I think.”

I hummed in agreement, blankly staring at the flames that reached for the sky before me. There was a hint of nervousness in the voice that Abraxas was desperately trying to quell. I chose to ignore it.

“Say, do you know if they wanted cremation?” another nervous whimper from Abraxas.

I took one last drawl of the cigarette before tossing it into the fire. “Now, how the fuck would I know that, Abraxas.”

Abraxas merely hummed and nodded, numbly staring at the three bodies that had grown unrecognisable. The grandmother and the grandfather had to go as well. Loose ends and all that. They’ve lived a good long life anyway.

“You know, I don’t think I’ll ever be the same,” Abraxas’ voice was dead and despondent as he accepted a cigarette from me. “That image of you, underneath me, as I plunged the fork into it… It’s changed something within me.”

I knitted my brows at his wording. “You mean… my father,” I raised a suspicious brow at my oldest friend as I corrected him. “You felt the urge to kill my father.”

“Hm, what?” Abraxas had borrowed the light from the roaring fire in front of him, his gaunt features light ablaze with orange contemplation. “Yes, of course.”

I fell into an anxious silence, the image of Abraxas straddling someone that resembled me, too similar for my comfort. The animalistic sheer will that burned in his eyes – no thinking, no reasoning, all his focus on simply doing – as he poked holes into my father. The image shall haunt me for the rest of my days.

I cleared my throat, and took a step away from the blond. Suffice it to say that the night had changed something inside me as well.

“Well, father,” I tightened my tie as a respectful gesture that seemed appropriate for the sobering moment. “Grandmother, grandfather.”

Abraxas tossed the cigarette, crushing it underneath his black leather shoes, taking his hat off.

“Wish I got to talk with you a bit more,” I cleared my throat again, not having had much experience with eulogy, despite deaths that seemed to follow me wherever I went. “Maybe discuss my inheritance. Alas, it is what it is.”

I looked down at the bouquet of flowers, gripped tightly in my hands. “Abraxas and I gathered a little something for you. Don’t know what kind you liked, but – there are some dandelions in here.”

I furrowed my brows, angling the plants in an attempt to name them. “Some… grass. Well, I hope you’ll like them.”

I tossed the bouquet on top of the fire, watching the flowers shrivel as the flames licked them hungrily.

“Closure,” Abraxas leaned over to me and whispered, giving me an encouraging wink.

I nodded and took a deep breath. My eyes surveyed the first hint of light behind the roaring hills at the approaching dawn. I bit my lips in deep contemplation, trying to put a label on what I was feeling.

“You were a shit father… father,” I continued, blinking away the tears that were beginning to pool in my eyes. “I wish I got to tell you that in person. I admit things could have gone better.”

“But,” I sniffed, looking up at the chalk-white sky to dry my eyes. “Rest assured, your assets will be put to good use. I’ll promise you that.”

My eyes landed on Abraxas, who had given me a thumbs-up. I nodded in appreciation of his support.

I sighed, growing restless at the idea that Abraxas and I still had to bleach the entire place. “Goodbye, father. And fuck you.”

I knew I did well by the congratulatory pat on my shoulder. I turned my eyes as the first ray of sunshine hit my cheekbones. The clouds. The birds chirping by. It was strangely serene, even idyllic, betraying the violent night that we just shared.

But, I found myself smiling as the strands of my hair in the breeze tickled my cheeks. I felt it. Abraxas was right. My mind was finally at peace.

Reflecting the serenity of our environment. Save for the burning corpses.

I knew it in my heart. That was to be the last time I killed a man.

A single tear rolled down my cheek, as I clasped the blond’s hand on my shoulder. A fresh new start, I felt it in my core.

A/N: Written for Quidditch writing competition a few months ago! I am sorry that I haven't been writing/uploading new stories recently. But the new ones are coming!

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lynnuvo · 17 days

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Anything You Want

Characters: YandereML x (Y/N), FC (Female Character) Inspired by:

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If you had told YandereML he'd fallen deep into obsession, he wouldn't deny it one bit.

He developed a small crush on you at some point in the freshman year of college. You both shared the more than one class in the same major and happened to sit beside each other for both, so you two were bound to be friends. He may not shared many interests as you did, but he loved the passion in your voice as you ran your mouth on and on. A friend group was eventually formed with you, him and a few other individuals in the same major. During hangouts at restaurants, he'd make a beeline to sit beside you. It was simply because your presence brought him comfort. You were one of his first friends at college, after all.

It was some time later that teasing made by a member of the friend group made him realize how he truly felt for you. His day brightened whenever you waved to his distant figure as he strolled towards you. He couldn't help but smile when you thanked him for the lunch he bought whenever you forgot your own lunch. He was ever so grateful for your assistance on homework and your willingness to stay on the phone whenever he was driving to ensure he was safe. Some nights, you both would message until midnight.

At this point in time, a school year had passed and the first semester of the second year was coming to an end. He finally confessed a week before leaving to his home city after dwelling on his feelings for months. Of course, your rejection was not the best response, but he understood that emotions were different for everyone. They were fickle. He was polite about the confession and appreciated your offer to continue the friendship. He did feel a pinch in his heart whenever you stopped messaging as late and pat him on the back less, but one confrontation revealed your desire to not lead him on and help him forgo his feelings. It would take a while, but he was grateful. There really was no friend who treated him as gently as you did.

So imagine his surprise when you both returned to campus the second semester and you mentioned your romantic interest in a guy you had met over the summer.

Really? It took two months for you to develop feelings for some other guy while he's yet to have your affection after a little more than a year?

He didn't understand your appeal in this other guy. You shared his social media handle to him and at home, YandereML checked on it often. This person was in a university two hours away but lived in your home city, so it would be difficult to see him in person himself. He had three dogs and one baby sister. And he held a leadership position in a health club at the university. So, were you into leadership guys?

He could be a leadership guy.

It wasn't in a health club, but he joined a club specific to volunteering and, much to even his own surprise, had so much enjoyment in it that he dragged you along often. He suppressed his heart from bursting at your compliments as much as he could. His confidence grew and he ran for an officer position. He became the secretary.

Still, this wasn't enough. You mentioned your love interest offering to help fix your car, so what did he do? Offer to help as well. Touched, you took his offer and drove him to your house. You drank your preferred beverage while watching him fix your car to the best of his ability. You didn't think he was actually going to have you get your hands dirty, did you?

This pattern occurred several times. When the other guy posted about his cooking, YandereML learned how to make the same food. When the other guy posted about his skateboarding practice, he also took up skateboarding. He quit after a month though because he got too frustrated, but it was the effort that counted!

He did everything he could, so how come you still announced that you and the other guy started dating?

Oh, his poor heart was crushed. He didn't understand what he did wrong. In his despair, he dwelled in his room about different outcomes that could have happened. What if he messaged the other guy to leave you alone? What if he kept calling for your attention to make the other guy lose interest in you? What if he switched majors or even schools and just forget about his interest in you entirely--your existence, even?

No, he could never do that. Not to such a dear friend.

(He did not like referring to you as just a friend anymore.)

Occasionally, YandereML would drive through your neighborhood, just to make sure you were alright. Maybe catch a glimpse of that guy. But alas, after a month, he felt so ridiculous. His academics called to him, and there was no point running after prize already won.

He didn't text or call you as much, but the friendship was definitely still there. He didn't think it bothered you much either, seeing as you were likely occupied keeping contact with your new long-distance boyfriend. But that was okay. After all, you weren't his only friend.

YandereML confided in a female member of the group, FC, about the dilemma (except his whole ordeal with copying your boyfriend and the driving-around-your-neighborhood) part, of course. She listened attentively and messaged to check on him not just about the situation but about his general state. He appreciated it a lot. He started inviting her along with another boy in the group to his volunteering events. He invited you as well, but his attention was no longer mainly on you (or at least he tried not to let it be). It was on everyone--his dear friends.

Things took a turn fast when he invited FC to dinner together for her birthday. The friend group had celebrated together on the actual birthday, but YandereML felt he owed it to FC for bringing him out of his despair when he was distraught over you. The day after, the two went to eat at a steakhouse. They had such a great time sharing stories and even a small, intimate moment sharing a few of their family struggles. When dinner concluded, he drove her home and he drove back to his, realizing that at least, he didn't have you in his thoughts.

And then you blew up his phone the next day with 10+ messages.

These messages were calling for him with his name, an event that was ordinary in your friendship, but he felt distance built up between you two. This did not seem right. He answered, questioning your reason for messaging him so much in the morning. You asked for a call and he agreed.

"Are you alright?" he exclaimed while changing swiftly. "Did you get into a car crash or anything?"

You yelled into the phone, "That lying jerk CHEATED ON ME!"

You two met up right away, skipping classes to talk about the situation. You told him you found photos of him kissing another girl and one of his friend's social media posts, and he broke up with you when you confronted him. YandereML's blood boiled when he heard this. How dare this man treat such a sweet girl with such carelessness!

After that day, you both spent more time together. YandereML didn't want to leave you alone in a heartbreak like he could have been when you rejected him, after all. You both ate out, he walked you to class sometimes, and you joined him on events he went to even if he didn't invite you at first. He didn't mind it. At first, at least.

"You can't go to my cousin's birthday party without permission," he scowled, shaking his head after you kept insisting joining him. "I wish I could take you, I really do."

For the first time ever, you grabbed for his hand and nodded. It was clearly a hesitant one, though. "Okay, you're right. I'm sorry. I guess I went too far. I really wanted to be friends with someone you know, but I understand. I'm sorry, again."

He smiled. "Thank you. I'm sure sometime, I'll find time for you to meet him.

Footsteps coming closer drew you two's attention to FC, who you both greeted and she greeted back.

Adjusting her tote bag, she turned to YandereML, "Oh yeah, your cousin's not allergic to any sweets right? I bought him the new controller he wanted, but I didn't want to just get that, so I got him candy too. I really hope he likes it.

"Oh-uh yeah. No, I mean, yeah he will like it, I think. He's not allergic to anything, to my knowledge." YandereML tried not to let the embarrassment get to him as he nodded to you. "FC already met my cousin a while ago."

Your eyes flickered to FC for a second. "When?"

"Uh. I think it was two weeks ago. Kind of recently."

"Oh." You licked your dry lips and stepped a foot back. "That's cool! Um. I got to head home. I have an essay due tonight and I got to work on it soon. I'll see you guys later!"

"Oh, okay! See you!"

When you left, YandereML explained what happened to FC just before she had arrived.

FC laughed nervously. "You don't think she's mad at me, is she? I hope not, but I also kind of--it's selfish, but I kind of hope she doesn't meet your cousin yet. So soon to meeting him, I mean. He's cute and it'd be hard to compete with someone else for his attention."

"I don't think she's mad. Just taken aback," he reassured with a smile.

The following weeks seemed like a major shift from his distancing phase. Every morning and every night, you two exchanged messages. Soon, you two started sleeping on calls. It was a whole new level of intimacy he's never done before, but your presence, like always, was comforting. He noticed you'd ask lots of questions during these text exchanges and calls, but he didn't mind. He thought your curiosity was intriguing. He also noticed that whenever you two hung out, you'd take pictures of you two together. He followed along, happy to keep the memories of the hangouts. One day, you posted a picture of the two of you in a cafe studying. This wasn't the first time; you'd done so several times, and a few people had already messaged you asking if you stole her from her previous boyfriend as a joke. YandereML denied it, but he couldn't help but find the possibility a little cute.

Cute?

Oh no. Was he liking you again?

This was no good. You just got out of a relationship and he has finally moved on from you--for the most part. Going through the whole process again would be so troubling.

"Hey, (Y/N)." YandereML closed his laptop, and you closed yours in response. "Listen, I know this month hasn't been great for you, & I'm glad to be here to support you, but I think I need to keep my distance for a--"

"What?" Her expression fell. "Why?!"

"Because--let me finish explaining--it's because I'm worried my old feelings for you will come back," he revealed. His eyes were firm, unlike the intent of his words. "And with how much you've been posting us, people are starting to think we're dating or at least getting there."

"Oh..." You backed into your chair and lowered your gaze. "Do you not like the idea of us being together?"

"No! It's just that...I don't want to get in your romantic life."

"But I want YOU to be part of my romance life."

YandereML's jaw dropped for a moment. He struggled to form a complete sentence, forming a word salad before he finally took a deep breath. "You just got out of a relationship. I don't want me to be a rebound to you."

"Then let me prove you are not."

And that you did. Everyday, you'd greet him with messages and sometimes even show up to his house to pick him up. YandereML didn't remember giving you his address, but you told him he gave it to you a long while ago. You both walked to classes together, scheduled future classes around each other, and spent more time hanging out until months passed. It was undeniably so that you two were in love.

It's been a couple months since you and YandereML been together. Life has been so blissful since.

Today was you two's 6-month anniversary. You spend the morning staring into the trees outside your bedroom window, reflecting on the relationship.

By now, you probably would've been more than a year with your ex-boyfriend, who you cut contact with after getting with YandereML. It pained you to frame him as a bad person to your current boyfriend, but it would've been much harder to get with him without pity. You didn't regret it one bit.

From the start, you should have gotten with YandereML. You truly weren't romantically interested in him back then, but then he picked up so many hobbies and grew so much as a person in a short period of time that your heart couldn't help but be swayed.

Alas, you had girlfriend duties, so your time was spent with your ex-boyfriend. Dates, calls, texts, trying new experiences--they gradually grew mundane compared to your experiences with YandereML.

And then you caught him having dinner with that FC girl. Your friend. His friend. His possible girlfriend?

It was like a switch in your head.

Suddenly, you were checking his social media pages constantly. You found his family's too. That cousin he was talking about. Anyone you could figure out the relationship of.

He filled your head. Thoughts of him leaving you for another girl swam through your brain like a shark ready to bite out of your sanity. Yes, you rejected him. Yes, he had a right to move on. Was it fair? Yes. Did you think it was fair? No. Why? Because you wanted him.

And you got him

#Youtube #y/n #yandere #x y/n #x reader #x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #gn reader #female reader #male reader #yandere x yandere #love interest #jealousy #toxic relationship #soft yandere #yandere male #yandere female

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lowkeyrobin · 1 month

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Ho there i was wondering if I could get a badlinu x reader where he's streaming with like a q&a with reader and its just like reader and him moments

yesss 🙏🙏🙏 I've finally found my people FREDDIE BADLINU SWOONERS RISE THIS IS OUR TIME ; I'm glad to be leading the fanfiction revolution for Freddie because like.. I've been here since day one, I'm glad to be leading this army of Freddie fans on tumblr. one day we shall rise and dominate the champions- ; anyways sorry this is so fuckin short lmfao 💀🙏

BADLINU ; q&a stream

summary ; youre streaming a q&a with freddie

warnings ; language

word count ; 451

y/s/n = your ship name

masterlist

"Freddie, I swear to God-"

"Ow!"

"Dude! My lamp! You better fix it"

"I'm sorry!"

"Guys, forget the Q&A, start a new hashtag. #BadlinuHateClub2024"

"Y/n!"

𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖ ִֶָ 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃

You and Freddie sit silently and smile towards the camera, only blinking as your chests heave up and down, heavily breathing. Your lungs work overtime as your faces are cold, yet Freddie's is red, showing off that there was some sort of physical activity that ensued beforehand.

"Hello, welcome home- welcome back," you greet, breaking out into laughter as you fail to speak. "Sorry, sorry! Welcome back to stream, I'm joined by Freddie Badlinu as per usual, we're doing a Q&A"

"Hashtag BadY/nQ&A on Twitter!"

"Send us questions!"

You let a few minutes pass before opening Twitter on your desktop, pulling it up for the stream as well.

"When did we meet?" You speak, reading a tweet aloud, looking to Freddie for him to answer.

"Ninth grade algebra" He lightly smiles, "They couldn't do any of the work and failed like, all the tests and I felt bad, so I passed them notes with answers on them"

"Can confirm that happened" You laugh, "I'm shit at math, he's the only reason I was able to graduate"

Freddie spots another as you scroll, stopping you to read it. "When did you start dating and why?" He reads, "Uh, I mean, we started like, kinda going out in our junior year, it wasn't like, dates though. " He begins.

You join in, giving him some room to scroll for another while you talk. "We were like hanging out more and stuff, and officially, they morphed from hangouts to dates, and it just kinda happened." You shrug, "Undefined love, as they say"

"Who says that?"

"Me."

He nods, quickly finding another good question.

"Fanfic stream when?"

You both burst out laughing, speaking over each other with smiles painting your face.

"We need to find a y/s/n fanfic first"

"I'd gladly write a fanfiction to read on stream!"

"Please write us fanfictions! Good ones that we can binge for a year!"

"Make it a mafia au!"

"What!?"

"No, no, no, make it like, based on that one song, uh- You know what I'm talking about!"

"Meet Me In The Woods Tonight by Lord Huron? Or the other one?"

"Yeah, yeah! That one!"

"Get to work writers!" Freddie smiles, pointing at the webcam. "You have two months to write the best y/s/n fanfics and submit them to #y/s/n2024fanfics"

You hold your hands up in a prayer like motion, begging the viewers, "Please, content, money, please!"

"It's for the laughs, not the money!"

"It's always for the money!"

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt x reader #mcyt preferences #mcyt oneshot #mcyt x gn reader #badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu x reader #freddie badlinu #badlinu oneshot #badlinu #minecraft youtubers #twitch streamer x reader

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kingofspadescos · 3 months

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Dean Winchester x Reader - Ballroom Blitz

Right- sp I've gotten myself hyperfixated on Supernatural and well- I'm only on season 5 but I had an idea- so here we go

Reader is Gended Neutral

Anything in () - is unimportant parts of the song, not plot dependent

Song - Ballroom Blitz : By - Sweet (YouTube video at the bottom)

So imagine-

Dean and Sam were on another case, chasing what they presumed to be demons. A string of murders had been traced back to a bar in fucktown nowhere Pennsylvania, and the brothers had immediately swung by the bar once they made the connection.

(Are you ready, Steve? Uh-huh.

Andy? Yeah.

Mick? Okay.

Alright, fellas, let's go!)

As soon as they entered the bar, they were hit in the face by loud music, the stench of alcohol, and the overall buzz as a hoard of people gathered on the dance floor. Dean looked around with a smirk. This was something he could get used to.

"Hey Sammy, why don't-"

"Oh, it's been getting so hard. Living with the things you do to me"

Dean was cut off by the band that was currently providing entertainment for the customers at the bar. His eyes swept across the makeshift stage of the joint, and up to the singer, who was already looking directly at him. He tilted his head in question, but the singer only smirked and averted their eyes to his brother.

"My dreams are getting so strangeI'd like to tell you everything I see" they sang, looking directly at Sam before grinning and looking to the back of the bar.

"OH!" They practically yelled, causing Dean to spin around to see what they were looking at, thinking something was wrong.

"I see a man in the back as a matter of fact. His eyes was as red as the sun."

He turned back around with a roll of his eyes, now realizing it was only part of the song. When he looked back at the stage you were looking at him again, with a shit eating grin.

"And the girl in the corner that no one ignores 'Cause she thinks she's the passionate one" You said, and even though it was only a lyric, Dean could tell by the glint in your eye and the way you nodded your head in his direction, you were aiming the line at him.

(Oh yeah! It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

He couldn't keep his eyes off you as you preformed. It's like God had made you the headlight and Dean the deer, unable to move a muscle, to entranced.

"And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack", And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang, making a pointed glance to the back of the bar again, but Dean didn't pay much mind to it, a stupid boyish grin still present from the moment he laid eyes on you.

You only rolled your eyes once they were trained back on him. "And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you", It'll turn into a ballroom blitz" You continued, crossing one foot over the other and spinning around with a wide grin. He couldn't lie, you had a captivating stage presence.

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

Once you finished the chorus you spun back around, locking eyes with Dean again, before sinking to the stage floor on one knee.

"Oh reaching out for something. Touching nothing's all I ever do" You sang, stretching out a hand to the middle of the crowd. "Oh I softly call you over" you said, moving you arm so your hand was reaching out towards Dean, before beckoning him over with one of your fingers. "Then you appear there's nothing left of you."

Dean almost without hesitation began walking closer to you, only being stopped by a hand on his shoulder. "Dean no. You promised you would help me investigate" Sam protested, but Dean shrugged his hand off. "I am helping" Dean insisted with a smirk before walking over to you, moving so there wasn't more than a few feet between the two of you.

"And the man in the back is ready to crack. As he raises his hands to the sky" You continued, your eyes stareing into the shorter brother, as if you were trying to tell him something. "And the girl in the corner is everyone's mourner. She could kill you with a wink of her eye." Then with a very pointed wink, you were standing up again, dancing across the stage, returning to give your audience your full attention.

(Oh yeah!

It was electric

So frantically hectic

And the band started leaving

'Cause they all stopped breathing

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

As soon as the bridge was over you once again sunk to your knees, seeing as Dean hadn't move from his spot. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You sang again, and looked to the back of the bar once more, and this time Dean looked back catching a glimpse of a man who looked to have black eyes.

Realization flashed in his eyes as the song lyrics finally sunck in. However, he didn't have enough time to react as he felt fingers grasp his chin and turn his head back towards you.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you"It'll turn into a ballroom blitz. Ballroom blitz." You repeated, emphasizing your words, keeping your firm grasp on his chin to make sure he understood what you were saying before letting him go.

Than everything seemed to happen at once, a scream from the back of the room and then chaos. Dean turned hand immediately on his gun, making his way to the bar. Sam who was already several steps ahead of the other, was already fighting off two demons, stabbing one through the cheek with the demon-killing knife.

(Oh yeah!

It was like lightning

Everybody was frightening

And the music was soothing

And they all started grooving

Yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah)

You continued to sing even as you jumped down from the stage and followed Dean, your own gun in hand. "And the man in the back said, "Everyone attack" And it turned into a ballroom blitz" You said, coming up behind Dean, turning so your back was to his, making it so you didn't have any blind spots.

"And the girl in the corner said, "Boy I want to warn you" It's turned into a ballroom blitz."

(Ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz, ballroom blitz)

A few minutes and injuries later, four bodies laid dead at your feet. "Who are you?" Sam questioned, still on edge, knife ready in hand.

"Sammy c'mon-" Dean protested, even though he couldn't help the curiosity that had been buidling up ever since he saw you.

"Dean don't" Sam said "who are you?"

You huffed, walking back to your stage to grab a half a day old bottle of water.

"Y/n, my name is y/n" you introduced yourself "I'm a hunter, like you, had a dream about the two of you coming to this shit town but couldn't do anything about it since the demons had us on lock down."

You took a much needed drink of water to cool your dry throat before explaining more. "Luckily most of them like to have fun, and what's more fun than a little show?" You grinned "had to get you two to notice them somehow, thought the song was fitting."

Dean had followed you back to the stage, his signature flirtacious smirk gracing his features "well I quite enjoyed it" he said with a wink, moving to stand infront of you.

"Oh I know you did, took you forever to realize that I was trying to warn you and not just flirt with you" you replied with your own smirk.

A chuckle erupted from his lips "so you were flirting with me?" He asked, ignoring every other part of your sentence, opting to get step closer to you.

You shrugged, taking your own step towards him, your hand curling into his collar to bring him closer, Dean immediately biting his lip in response.

"And if I was?" You asked, tilting your head.

"Then I think I owe you a thank you, a date, a bit more"

( It's, it's a ballroom blitz

It's, it's a ballroom blitzIt's,

it's a ballroom blitz

Yeah, it's a ballroom blitz)

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saturncodedstarlette · 1 year

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Soap & Y/N, on their date :

Y/N : Alright, I’m gonna go get us some snacks, ok?

Soap : Yeah, sure.

Y/N, kisses his cheek : Don’t miss me too much! 👋

Soap, shouts after them : That’d be impossible!

Soap, softly chuckling to himself :

🙋‍♀️ : Hello, sir?

Soap, turns to the unknown lady : Uhh yeah? How can I help you?

💁‍♀️ : Oh, we’d like to know if you can answer us some questions!

Soap, an extrovert : Sure! Could be fun.

💁‍♀️🤳 : Thanks you so much! Now, what’s your type?

Soap : I have a significant other. 😊

💁‍♀️🤳 : Ok, what’s your type then?

Soap, without hesitation : My s/o. ☺️

💁‍♀️🤳 : What’s your s/o look like?

Soap : My s/o looks like my s/o. 🥰

💁‍♀️🤳 : So what would you rate me out of 10?

Soap, steps back a bit from her : Ummm.. . I can’t do that. 😅

💁‍♀️🤳 : Can’t rate me at all?

Soap, shakes head : I can’t rate you at all.

💁‍♀️🤳 : What would you rate your s/o out of 10?

Soap, confidently puffs his chest : My s/o broke my scale, because they’re so irresistible. 😎🥰🤩✨

Y/N, comes at the scene : 😧😳🥹

Y/N, with snacks in hands, runs up to tackle Soap into the ground with love :

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too-much-coffee · 8 months

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Kaeya! Who was just a stranger you were passing by when hesuddenly complimented you.

Kaeya! Who made you replay the short conversation time and time again, thinking about different ways to respond?

Kaeya! Who lingered in your mind for a little bit too long simply because he threw in a quick compliment

Kaeya! Who bumped into you again in a coffee shop and started a conversation

Kaeya! Who exchanged numbers with you to keep in touch before he left.

Kaeya! Who frequently met up with you. Hours flew by so fast and left both of you yearning for more.

Kaeya! Who was always there for you - even in the dead of the night

Kaeya! Who took you for midnight walks in the middle of the night when neither of you couldn't sleep

Kaeya! Who had a reputation around town

Kaeya! Who didn't want to get you into his mess, so he avoided you during the night and pretended not to know you.

Kaeya! Who continued to meet up with you at night

Kaeya! Who finally confronted his fear of your rejection when he saw how you distanced yourself.

Kaeya! Who finally realised that you've been the one he's been searching for all this time <3

inspired by: bluehaired boy - Madilyn mei

#genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #x reader #character headcanons #kaeya genshin impact #keaya genshin #kaeya headcanons #kaeya alberich headcanons #x gn reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin headcanons #Youtube

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luxthestrange · 1 year

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Incorrect quotes#818 Mammon Shield

Whenever You or Lucifer have a fight around his siblings

Mc*Glares at Lucifer, with a green hue glowing in eyes and a pact mark on your skin*...

Luci*Glaring back with arms crossed but notices Mammon who is standing there*...I won't fight you...because there are...children present

Mam*Blinks and shrugs*Oh if it's because of me I can go-*Was gonna leave till He felt Lucifer's magic stop him*Ack-

Luci:...Your staying-

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WHERE ARE MY EL CHAVO DEL OCHO LOVERS AT!?

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diejager · 1 year

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Still Alive

Pairing : Ghostface x reader

Cw: chocking, metaphorical drowning, blood and gore, death, murder, implied NSFW, stabbing, burning, torture, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 2.6k Note : This song’s been stuck in my mind for a while now and I can’t get enough of it.

Woke up under water, throat chained at the collar

His hands were cold and his hold tight, pulling you down with him into the murky sea of dread and desperation he created for those he deemed his victims. The fingers around your throat pushed the air from your lungs, painting your flesh black and blue for him as he loomed over you. Nails dragging over his mask, up his shoulders and down the dip of his torso; your legs kicked wildly, straining against the tight muscles of his abdomen and thighs.

He kept you down, his hold on you pushing you deeper into the world he created for you and him. One of death and terror. He was choking you with his hands and his presence, his nimble fingers dancing over your skin like he did with his knife. He slashed and cut deep into you, driving his influence under your skin and bones, into the very thing that made you. Your soul and breath - your life - belonged to him.

Couldn't get any farther from the daylight

Your vision darkened, black swimming on the edge of your sight, threatening to blind you. Were you dying? You clawed for freedom, fought for the light that seemed to fade farther and farther from you. Could it get any farther? The darkness that swallowed your vision, plunging you into the black of his sea, away from the world you knew. It left you dazed, seeing only black and his mask, the ghostly face that stared down at you whenever you went, and the darkness of his hollow eyes and the eternally etched scream on it.

Was I still dreaming, stuck to a machine or

Choking and screaming with my hands tied?

You screamed at him, at the people who left you to his mercy, at you and at the world until your mouth felt dry as a desert. The world burned in your mind, eyes glazed over with pleas of help. Was the world you knew real? Was anything other than him tangible? Your hands and feet were tied with the plummeting number of choices you had, something that would wake you from this dream - this fantasy he built around you.

He choked you, took your voice, silent screams leaving your chapped lips, tied you to the image he had for you. He made a simulation of his world for you, created a dream only he deemed wonderful - beautiful - that he wished to share with you even if you had vehemently protested against it, fought against him.

Callin' and callin' but nobody comes

You had called for help, hands reaching up to a person who’d be willing to help you, support you in the play that he staged for you. Fingers grasping onto the lightest of wisp, the smallest chance for help and redemption for what he did to you. You bled and cried, voice hoarse and bloody, eyes red and dry of tears when you called too long.

He pushed people away from you, he knew what he was doing. No one would come for you, no one would help you, take the hand that reached for someone, something, anything. Only he would, gloved hands and ghostly scream taking your shaky hand.

Fallin' and fallin', no air in my lungs

Although you knew who and what he did, you took it, believing he only meant well, but when he let go, you fell. Your fall into the abyss of his words brought monsters along, they took your breath, choked the air out of your lungs and swallowed you whole.

You couldn’t believe how naive you were, how foolish you became because of him. How could you know? He had light brown hair, almost a dirty blonde with hazel eyes, the most beautiful ones you’ve ever seen in your life, and a sweet smile, deceptively innocent.

Getting so comfortably numb

You got used to the soft touch he gave, the lovely caress that only backed up his image of an immaculate boyfriend that took care of you. He loved you, took you apart at night, in the comfort of your room and mended you, rebuilt you into the thing he envisioned, an actor in the grand scheme of things - his plays.

Don't know how I opened up my eyes

Enough was enough! He could have what he had, the past stays the past. You opened your eyes to the deeds done, pushed against him, fought him tooth and nail to free yourself from the grip he had on you. You pushed, used his knife against him and stabbed him. You wounded him with the weapon he cherished the most, used the hands he loved so much and spat at him with the voice he loved hearing scream his name.

But I'm still alive

I don't wanna just survive

“I’m still alive!” you screamed, teary eyed and bloody. A proclamation to his failed attempt at breaking you and moulding you into the being he wanted you to be, his precious doll, the kitten he loved to see after a long day at the office writing his story or running around town to follow up his leads. “I don’t want to just survive! I want to live!”

Word after word, threats followed by cries, you ran from him. You left the man you gave your heart to - the monster he hid under the skin of a golden boy.

Give me something to sink all my teeth in

Eat the devil and spit out my demons

You sunk your teeth into the man that once did to you, eating you whole and leaving only the things he wanted. A bite from his left you bleeding, crying and pained, begging for mercy. You did the same to him, you took what he took from you, played his game and stabbed him in the back. You ate the devil and spat out the demons - you fought back and faced your fears, spitting them out of your mind.

Still alive

Already died a thousand times

You could scream, “I’m still alive!” Words that carried so much weight when you witnessed the carnage that followed him. You survived him once and would do so again and again, until you’d be free from him, body, heart and soul.

Went to Hell, but I'm back and I'm breathing

Make me bleed while my heart is still beating

Still alive

You've seen what he's done, what he wasn't afraid to do, what he was willing to do for you and himself. The torture he came up with, the pain he caused and the blood he spilled, all for his pure, animalistic needs, for him to appease his demons and for you to listen and stay with him, to build you in his image.

You've lived through everything he had taken, given and created, heart still beating and blood still boiling. Rage was the catalyst to your actions, rebelling against him. You, unlike the others, were lucky.

Sucked out the poison, drowned out the noise

'Cause I made a choice and drew a hard line

Whatever happened to you was partly your fault, being too oblivious to his intentions and his slip ups. You let him sink his fangs into you, corrupt you with the poison of words and let him do as he pleased, too scared to act up against him in fear of retaliation.

Whatever would happen to you afterwards was completely yours, pushing him away and sucking out the poisonous influence from your mind, drowning out the world - the fear, the pain, the sorrow. You made your choice and would stand by it, you knew he wouldn’t let go, you knew he was obsessed, you knew Ghostface well enough to know that he loved the chase : the challenge.

Let the fire catch until I'm back to ash

If anybody asks, I'm turning back time

Perhaps you’d slip and fall, climb up only to plummet back down, but you never stopped, not until he gave up. You were hurt, maimed, almost killed by his deranged mind and burned, you burned the - your - past and came out of the ashes. You left whatever was left behind, moving forwards until you’d have to step back.

Chasing the ghosts that would haunt me at night

Facing my past 'cause I'm up for the fight

Ghostface loved challenges, he preened at the thought of it. When you turned back and faced him; when you stopped running from him and ran after him, facing backwards with a plan. He loved it, the sly, cunningness to your traps, the small clues you left behind for him.

“Mysteries to unfold and games to play,” he’d cackle, knife glinting under the moonlight, a full moon baring witness to his play.

You weren’t alone now, you had others who’ve faced killers of their own, stories in your world but living in theirs. Although they had their own monsters, they reached for you when no one would, took your hand in theirs and helped you up.

Somebody turned on the light

I'm not afraid to open up my eyes

The world you were pulled into opened your eyes, the cruelty and horror you lived and fled from was but one side of the Universe’s morbid joke. The moon replaced the sun in permanence, the only light that lit up the sky, dark as the nightmarish forest you rested in, played by smog and dark cackles. Moonlight was the key to the world, but the campfire lit up the empty space, it lit up the world you saw and let you see between reality and illusions.

But I'm still alive

I don't wanna just survive

“I’m still alive, Danny! I’m still here!” a challenge screamed to the woods, he would hear it while he stalked within the shadows. You’ve outlived his expectations, his plans for you had gone past its original state, it made him ravenous to see how far you’d take him.

Give me something to sink all my teeth in

Eat the devil and spit out my demons

The thrill he felt, the adrenaline that coursed through his veins as much as they did in yours urged him on, made him scour the vast expanse of The Entity’s forest. Into the fog he went, stalking the person who cried wolf; he thought you didn’t need help, you were smart and meticulous, yet so soft and naive that he wanted to sink his teeth in, to tain you with his sacrilegious intentions. He wanted to have you by his side more and more, your will, your intelligence, your perseverance and your cunningness after everything he’d done to you - he knew how bloody he got with you.

Still alive

Already died a thousand times

Trials were the moments he could run after you, to stall your progress and maim the other three who joined you, he would enjoy toying with your current teammates until they all screamed and begged for death, only for him to leave them to bleed out. You were last, always. A stab to the heart, gutted, hanged scarred, blinded, choked, you wouldn’t die, you’d come back with the memories of his games and he’d play with you again. Dead a thousand times now, and another thousand to count.

Went to Hell, but I'm back and I'm breathing

Make me bleed while my heart is still beating

Although Ghostface was as vile as he was vicious, he wasn’t the only killer you’ve fought: The Shape, The Hag, The Pig, The Wraith, The Doctor and The Nurse, all creatures of hellish worlds. They brought a kind of hell only they had and made you live through it. They pierced the protective layer of your body, stabbing your heart and puncturing your lungs, watching you bleed out while your heart still beat.

They laugh and cheer, celebrate your death, body bathed in blood and viscera; a successful hunt for killers and a harrowing defeat - a massacre of survivors - for your friends.

Already died

“I know, kitten. I always thought red was beautiful on you.”

Suddenly I'm

Still alive

I don't wanna just survive

Every time you wake up, he would be there, his touch on your skin, fingers gripping your forearm; his knife kissing your cheek, just under your jaw; his words in your mind, plaguing your sleep with his presence. He was always there, but you were always running, hands reaching for a better chance.

Give me something to sink all my teeth in

Eat the devil and spit out my demons

It was never much, but knowing him - his plans, his games, his thoughts - helped. He hadn’t changed; you, however, sought for a better life and changed, searched for more, for better. You wanted to live, not cower in fear and run until he got sick of your act. You weren’t alone anymore, you knew how to coexist, work together to get a plan done; killers, selfish and egotistical monsters, were easy to predict, they followed a pattern, they worked alone - hated each other, to the point of cutting throats in their camp - and were sent alone.

You were smart, you jumped ships, you bit pieces off each one and learned new things. You had friends and allies, he - Ghostface - had none.

Still alive

Already died a thousand times

It was long and challenging, you grew tired or you withered away, washed by the darkness of the fog, sent to die in a pig farm, hung and gutted by killers. Only to come back with chills and regrets.

Went to Hell, but I'm back and I'm breathing

You’ve met Jed Olsen, you’ve met Danny Johnson, and you’ve met Ghostface. You’d seen hell and you came back breathing, strong and undyingly fearless. To die meant restarting from point A, but the death was never permanent. He could kill you as many times he wished, you wouldn’t let him stop you. You wouldn’t let any killers stop you, you were made for this, you were made to survive.

Make me bleed while my heart is still beating

The way was long and harsh, feet bled and hearts cried. Through the thickness of the black fog, light shone through the cracks of the trees; it wasn’t the shine of Ghostface’s knife, neither the curve of his mask nor was it the telltale signs of the Entity.

A few steps, one, then two, then three… Your heart bled with joy, beating furiously lungs screaming for air. Eyes hazed, tears threatening to fall and limbs shaking, you all knew what it meant to pass that space, into the light and out of the dark.

Still alive

Your hand reached it, fingers grazing the soft, wariness of the light. It tingled, your body felt it, you were still alive.

“I’m still alive.”

Freedom was nigh, a step forward and you’d be free, away from the monster that has terrorised you since the start, since Jed Olsen.

Still alive

“I’m still alive,” you whispered, passing the light, warmth embracing you.

Still alive

“I’m still alive.”

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