#“y'know you were dead but now you're back alive”

[mizaruwu]

Morning sleepyhead, you've been resting for a while!

[apatheticsunday]

Dead Tired College AU

AKA "Danny Fenton and Tim Drake go to college at Gotham-U together" headcanon!!

Maybe Danny moved to Gotham to avoid his parents finding out about Phantom and Tim is a part-time college student trying to get his business degree so people stop accusing Bruce Wayne of nepotism after Tim inherited WE. (It absolutely still is, but at least this way Tim is at least somewhat more qualified on paper.)

Anyways, they both took Anthropology as their humanities/pre-requisite elective and they're discussing death rituals, afterlife, etc. Now imagine Danny, officially Half-Dead, and Tim, who's brothers (Jason and Damian) literally died, getting into a heated discussion about spirits.

I also find the idea of them arguing via fucking Canvas (or whatever discussion forum/platform Gotham-U uses) so, so funny.

Imagine it's like 3am;

Danny, insomniac, been awake for 42 hours and popping melatonin gummies like gummy bears, furiously typing: i'm literally THE KING of infinite realms?? i know what i'm talking about, i fucking died

Tim, also been awake for 42 hours, chugging an energy drink, sending a response in 0.2 seconds: Half of Gotham has died at some point. You're not special, dumbass.

Give me "group of scientists losing their minds and climbing over the table to assault one another during scientific conference" vibes!!

And then they get paired up to do a group presentation (and Brad, who they ignore because they're both Experts, so this poor frat dude just slowly sinks into his chair between two sleep-deprived maniacs screaming at each other in the library). But Tim notices something weird about Danny, aside from his insane views on afterlife. Danny... glows? And sometimes doesn't really touch the floor when he walks. They're going to get coffee (so they can keep arguing debating, obviously, not because they enjoy each other's company or anything), and Tim watches as Danny just kind of... floats. Like, he's still walking but he's not really touching the ground.

Danny's hands are also super cold. Tim knows this because he grabbed Danny's hands once or twice (or more) to do... something, idk. But since his hands were so cold, Tim figured he should probably keep holding them; y'know, to warm them up.

And when Tim leans in to ask a question or insult him, Danny's breath comes out almost like a mist. Visibly white, like exhaling a hot breath in winter. Which... what. Holy shit, is his presentation partner actually sort of dead??

Danny, on the other hand, has no idea that Tim doesn't know. He literally said he died? And Tim took it so well, snarked back that he's not special - it was so nice to just feel normal. So he lets his guard down a bit. Maybe isn't as tangible, maybe is a bit more floaty, lets his body temperature drop enough to be comfortable. Doesn't put a whole lot of effort into making himself look so alive (because it's really tiring to pretend to be something you're not) when it's just him and Tim because Tim already knows, right?

They could be friends or they could be more! Whatever floats your boat.

But I could totally see Danny squinting at Tim holding his hand, remembering how Tim bought his favorite coffee, saved him a spot a the library, constantly texted him (because, c'mon, Tim is a bit obsessive and you don't think he'd be texting his new "friend ;)" every minute he has the chance?), and always leaned in super close to "ask a question"...and be like, are we flirting?? Oh, Hells, am I into him??

For plot reasons, Danny could be like, "I can't tell Tim I like him! What if I ruin our friendship? It'll be my secret."

And then, one day, Tim is like, "Hey, I know you're keeping something from me. I think I know what it is." And Danny's like ohshitohfuck. This cumulates into them saying, at the same time, I know you're a ghost and I have a crush on you.

Tim and Danny: *shocked Pikachu face*

Then, Danny's like, "I can't believe I have a crush on a fucking idiot."

[bitchimasnake-sss]

anon asked angst w/ zoro // where zoro time-travels to the future and finds out his s/o is dead X(

✿a swordsman at his worst ft. roronoa zoro!

roronoa zoro, aged seventeen, was a godless man.

he had no home, he had no comfort, he had no safe-space. just hunger and a wicked dream.

roronoa zoro, aged nineteen had one god.

because through some fate or other, he met the crew and his life started... shifting. no longer lonely, or homeless, or uncared for, now, roronoa zoro had one god — his captain.

whatever the strawhat said, the swordsman followed. if the strawhat fell to certain death, the swordsman would follow. if the strawhat rose to godhood, the swordsman would follow through at his eternal devotee. the strawhat led, the swordman followed.

that was it. it was sorted. the man had one god. singular.

and then, roronoa zoro, aged twenty-one had two gods.

through another fucked-up game of fate or something, he met you... and his world started shifting again.

somehow his mornings revolved around how soon he could see you, his trainings became more about flexing at the right time as you passed him, his rivalry with the cook became a tad bit more serious cause goddamn, he won't let that shit-cook take you!

and then somehow, you became more than a crew-member. you became his girlfriend, you became his home, his best-friend, his god.

roronoa zoro, aged twenty-three had zero gods because what-the-fuck, he just got transported into the future somehow?!

"this is insane."

nami clicked her tongue, "you tell me."

"listen," the swordsman hissed, drawing his hulking figure forward on the very wooden table nami had caged him in, "i am roronoa zoro."

"we can tell," the blonde love-cook took a slow drag of his cig, taking his time blowing out the smoke, "nobody else can be this annoying."

"time hasn't changed you at all, has it?" zoro grit his teeth, almost drawing out his swords at the mere hint of a challenge.

the older sanji leaned forward, amused, "i know you think you're all that but you're a kid."

"oi," nami grumbled, flicking sanji on the forehead with one practiced, manicured flick of her finger, "settle it, you're a forty year old man."

"fine." the cook hummed, backing off solely because the older navigator had asked him too.

after what felt like hours upon hours of gruesome interrogation, the younger swordsman was finally allowed to let out of that wooden office where nami kept her charts and maps.

the ship outside was huge, and with each step that the younger man took forward, he grew more and more confused.

elbowing sanji in the ribs, the man hissed, "this is our ship, right?"

"yeah," the cook dusted himself where the swordsman had touched him, "obviously."

"so... are we like—y'know, the best pirates or something?"

"you talk like a kid—"

"—fuck you."

and no sooner was roronoa zoro presented to the rest of the crew as if he were an animal at the zoo. they all asked him questions; luffy tried psyching him twice only for it to not work out, ussop asked questions about the past like it were trivia. truly, the only bearable people were chopper, robin, frankie, and of course, his older self — who was eerily silent, even for his own self.

except, you were nowhere to be found.

even after the dinner had been served and sake had been passed around in the younger swordsman honor, he was in no better shape.

his jittery gaze kept scanning the place, his hands were growing clammy, and in his mind he was entertaining the worst possibilities of what may have happened to you.

of course, he rationalized, these were just possibilities. you were alive and well, he was always going to make sure of it, right? righ—

"—we should talk." a sturdy hand came to rest on the young man's shoulders, easing his tense muscles.

zoro glanced over his shoulder, looking at the man who looked so much like him that it was unnerving. what was even more unnerving was the fact that the twenty-three year old knew they had to talk and it was gnawing on his insides.

"yeah," he answered back despite his reservations, "we do."

wordlessly, the older man led the younger away from the crowd. taking careful steps one after the other, the younger man followed down intricate, wooden hallways that eventually opened to a gate to a room at the very end.

it was adorned in a cutesy looking nameplate, with the words, "Mr. and Mrs. Roronoa."

wh- MR AND MRS?! DID HE GET MARRIE—

"—no." the older man mumbled, as if able to read the younger one's thoughts, "not married. she just thought this was funny."

"right..." the other zoro tried to ignore the nasty pang! in his chest at the fact that you two weren't married. well, you both could do it eventually, he supposed. you two have enough time.

the door was swung wide open by the aged swordsman, and the younger one followed suit without really thinking about it.

the room was yours (and his), undeniably. there were photos on the wall, plastered on with resembling stickers — the creativity too much to be zoro's sub-par arts and crafts. the room smelled like you too, something a bit citrusy and floral — the right mix of sugar and spice.

"you can ask me whatever." the older man hummed from where he stood near the door. talking barely a step in, he continued, "i don't believe in that scientific mumbo-jumbo that... that i can change the trajectory of my life by telling you about the future, anyways."

but the younger man was pre-occupied. craning his neck to take in every crook and nary, he could find traces of you in every little trinket adoring this tiny room.

he could see your things, smell your scent, feel your presence and still not see you.

there were so many questions in the younger swordman's mind, and yet he chose the easiest one.

"are we the strongest now?"

the younger man turned to face the older one, and his answer came in the form of one swift nod.

"we defeated mihawk?"

another nod.

"does it feel goo— are you happy?"

a hesitant nod, that soon mutated into a timid shake of 'no.'

"why?"

the older man pursed his lips. his face was aged, wayward wrinkles at the edge of his tired eyes and near his lips. despite being in his forties, somehow he looked older, drained.

"don't stall." the older man finally replied, "ask what you really want to ask. i'll tell you honestly."

"where is she?"

and despite being the one who had asked not to stall, the older man couldn't conjure up a quick reply. he cleared his throat, keeping a safe hand on the hilt of his three swords before meeting the innocent face from his past, "she's gone."

she's gone?

"go-gone? gone where?" the younger man took a step forward, then another, "what do you m-what?!"

despite having the knowledge that the man in his forties only had to lift a finger to kill the younger zoro, the mosshead grabbed his aged version by the collar.

gritting his teeth, with bloodshot eyes and shaken limbs, he asked again, "what do you mean? did we... break-up?"

"no."

and instead of bringing relief, the answer only made the abyss in zoro's chest grow deeper, bigger, hungrier. his voice wavered, eyes drawing up water with every ragged breath, "then?"

"she's dead."

the younger man grabbed the collar tighter, and the fabric under his grasp tore at the sewn edges. when he spoke, he seemed more beast than human, "what the fuck do you mean by she's dead, huh?"

"she... what do you want me to sa—"

but the younger man was tethering on the line between sanity and none. the blood rushing past his ears made him sick, the thumping of his heart against the constraints of his ribs felt annoying, and each slow drag of air felt like a pointless run-away from death.

how could you just be... gone?

no. no. he refused to believe it.

"i thought you said..." the younger zoro heaved, "you said you were the strongest— how c-could you be if she's fucking dead? if you couldn't even save her?"

the twenty-three year old clicked open his sword, ready to unearth the deadly weapon to fight his own self, "answer me."

the man that stood before him, the man whose aged face showed nothing — no remorse or remembrance — just answered back monotonously, "i couldn't have saved her. if I could have," the younger man picked up on the slightest of tick building up in the older man's jaw, "i would have."

the silence that grew between them before the younger man felt the earth beneath him sway. the wood seemed to crack, the rips pulling the swordman in to call upon his untimely death.

and then, as his knees hit the hard ground all that he saw was blurred by tears. a strained breath, then another, and another and then, zoro felt like he could no longer breathe at all.

"hey, kid?" the older man bent down, not quite meeting the innocent boy's face but trying to look at him, "I'm sorry."

"h.." zoro felt his voice shake, "how did... she—"

"illness."

the younger, bloodshot eyes shot up to meet the aged ones. he repeated, dumbfounded, "illness..?"

the older zoro repeated, "if i could have saved her, i would have."

"but you couldn't." the younger one found himself finishing the sentence.

"i... yeah."

and roronoa zoro knew he was no saint when it came to words. his tongue was as sharp as his three blades, so, why would he not yield that weapon?

"does saying that... does it make you feel better about yourself?"

the aged man paused, staring for a moment too long before uttering, "what?"

the laugh that left the twenty-three year old was barely a laugh, a mocking jab, a cry rattled with grief, "does saying that you couldn't save her make it fucking better?"

the younger man barely paused, immediately breaking out in another cruel remark, "because it shouldn't. you lost her. you fucking los—"

"that's enough."

the older man shot up in one swift move, leaving the younger man alone in his room. and as zoro sat crumpled on the floor, the walls of the room seemed to cave in. everywhere, he saw you, he felt you but you weren't there.

you weren't.

he's not sure how long he sat there, not sure how long the sordid tears clung onto his bottom lashes before falling down in accursed pitter-patter that wettened the floor.

knock, knock.

"hey?" the younger man shot his head up only to see the older navigator's face. his voice was hoarse, "what do you want?"

"i-" she stalled, still standing at the door, "i guess zoro told you."

"what do you fucking want?"

"zoro..." her voice grew feeble, as if she was scared of whatever she was about to say, "we all tried— we did. and it just... it didn't work out. she was gone."

"and that' supposed to make it better?"

zoro almost found himself grow disgusted at these people's logic. is your end being inevitable somehow better? no, it is not. you were gone nonetheless, right? so, how could they patronize themselves and convince themselves that it was okay when it wasn't?

"it's not about better or worse." the navigator grew solemn, "you're a kid. you didn't see her the way we did. you don't get it."

a kid?!

before zoro could grow offended, before he could argue his way into his rightful truth, nami continued, "just know that whatever blame you're putting on your older version, he already feels a hundred times more guilty. you're no match for him. so, keep your anger, your— your grief to yourself. he's got plenty of it."

and just like that, the door was shut and zoro was left alone again.

minutes ticked by, and the only way he knew of the time passing was by the slight sunrays filtering through the curtain you had probably put up.

the pink fabric swayed and the sunrays peaked through — all shy and timid. the sunlight fell on the wooden floor and the younger man realized — after a long time — that the flooring was different than the rest of the ship. did you choose it too?

craning his head to check out each crevice of the room again, you were everywhere. even in your absence, you haunted him. you lingered.

did his older version feel it too? did every breath he take feel like he was stealing one from you? or when he ate, did he feel your presence next to him? did he feel you when the sun hit his face or when the curtains you once chose swayed every early morning? or when he sprayed your scent every morning, and held your pillow at night?

did you linger for his older version like you did for his present one?

and what was that nami said? that the older man had enough grief to carry over for a million lifetimes?

roronoa zoro knew he was no saint when it came to words but should he have not used his tongue as a sword this time around? for your sake?

zoro found himself picking his achy body up. trudging out of the room, he walked through the new hallways till he reached the deck.

the sun was barely over the horizon and yet, at the crow's nest stood a familiar 'mosshead'. climbing up the stairs, the man reached the very top and stood in silence.

he knew the forty-something knew of his presence, but neither of the versions said anything at all.

"hey," the younger man finally called out to the older one, "uh— i'm... i came to say sorry."

but the older man didn't quite respond, instead still staring at the shimmering, calm sea.

"i— i was angry. i shouldn't have blamed you—"

"i blame me too, kid." the older man's voice was somehow more gruff, "trust me, if i could bargain my life for hers, i wouldn't be here. i would be dead a thousand times over if it was for her."

"i know," the younger mosshead stood next to his older version. his eyes scanned the eerily calm sea, the way that the sun reflected off the tides in heavenly bliss, "i am you, after all."

"i can't lie," the younger man gripped the railing harder, "i still am angry, i can't— i cannot bear the idea of losing her but... can i really not fucking change it? can't i get chopper to read about the illness, or get her the best medical care? or- or—" the man struggled, desperate for anything, "anything?"

"i don't know, kid." the man hummed, "this is my reality, i cannot go back to the past. your present is all you have... and you- you still have her. not me."

"what if i cannot save her?" zoro spluttered, "despite knowing what'd happen— what if?"

"then, you'd live like me — a bitter old man. then, we'd share the same fate." the older man finally met his younger face. god, he looked like a child, "but for now, you have her. love her."

"i already do."

"i know, kid," the man laughed, the sound something grounded and raw, "i was you once."

"right..." zoro nodded, pursing his lips as if it were obvious. "so, should i propose to her? make it official? or should i take her out on a vacation? maybe we both should retire—"

"kid," the older man hummed, "how 'bout you just exist in the present with her? i don't know if you'd have her or not... but you have her right now, right?"

"right."

the older man smiled, and the laugh lines became alive for the first time in a long, long time. "then, just be with her. that's enough."

"okay," the younger zoro nodded and a sheepish expression made to his face, "sorry again 'bout the... y'know—"

"eh, i'm you. whatever you said, i've already thought it, kid."

"oh, yeah... that makes sense." the younger zoro hummed, "wait, do you think we can talk telepathically?"

"no. obviously not." but the older man laughed again, "or can we?"

and for the first time in years did the crew hear zoro laugh again.

oh, maybe this younger zoro was a good, happy accident. maybe he had come not to save you, but rather the gloomy, forty-something swordsman.

a/n: angst is really not my forte and it doesn't help that i wrote this while listening to "superbass" like... girl the vibes weren't vibing. anyways have this :)

[haruchi-slit]

"SEX WITH A GHOST 'CAUSE SHE KNOWS I'M ALONE!"

kinktober '24 | synopsis: | warnings: ghost! reader + missionary + mating press + suguru is working as a exorcist

suguru doesn't believe ghosts can feel, touch or be touched... but that was until, you.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

"hello?"

"...what do you want?"

"need you to exorcise something in my apartment.."

"mhm.."

"but I'm not in japan right now, can you still do it?"

"yea, transfer the money in my bank account-"

"wait! are you sure you can do it?"

"heh..yea text me the address bye."

"wait there's a lock-" ... *beep* *beep*

-

"mimiko, nanako... I'm going out do you guys want something?" suguru asks the two girls, "definitely crepes!" nanako smiles, "yep me too" mimiko agrees, "well then I'm off." suguru bids his good bye to them as he receives a message from the the client.

* here's the address: ST. 0XX BLK. 1XX *

-

"why won't this fucking door won't budge" suguru growls before kicking the door open, *SLAM!* the loud thud caught you by suprise making your ears perk up, you hurriedly climbed up to the ceiling in fear.

after destroying the door, suguru lets his self in, he wanders his eyes in the apartment scanning each corner of the living room.

"it's so dusty here", the man scoffs. he strides to the near bedroom, he investigates the room, scanning every corner of it, not sensing any spiritual imbalance, yet.

as he wonders you carefully follow each move he made in the apartment *CREAK* "heh..gotcha".

fuck that loose screw.

suguru rushes to the attic while you panicked to hide but it was too late.

you are now face-to-face with the cruel exorcist, "running away?" he groans pinching the bridge of his nose, with widen eyes you shook your head, "don't play dumb...what do you want to leave this apartment alone?" as a ghost who's been mistreated in her past life what do you want?

frozen in fear, you whisper "... I don't want to leave... this is my home..."

duguru's eyes narrow, his grin twisting into a cruel smile "ah, so you're attached to this dump. how...quaint" He chuckles, his voice dripping with sadism "I'll have to make sure you leave, then. y'know it's just... business."

you get down on your knees, before crawling to him, tugging on his legs, "please... don't make my leave!" shocking him.

Suguru's eyes widen in surprise as you cling to him, it was like your were literally holding him almost felt like you were alive, "ghosts can touch..?" he murmurs...he stares at your hand on his leg, his heart racing in his chest. this can't be... ghosts can't touch, can't be felt... but he can feel your small, cold hand on his skin. He looks down at you, his gaze piercing.

"you're alive, aren't you?" he stutters.

"i..i wish i was.." you uttered.

his eyes glinting with amusement. "liar", "but how, how can you touch me..?" he asks in awe, his hand going to your cheek. his palm cupping your cheek, his thumb caressing your skin, "you're really dead as in you're a ghost?" he asked curiously

your face heats up and blushed..."s-so please don't - make me go away" you murmur quietly.

suguru's eyes widen at the blush on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing over the cold skin. "you can feel... and blush?", a grin spreads across his face, inching his face towards yours. your heart thumped fast as his face inched closer, slowly colliding his lips to yours.

suguru deepens the kiss, his hand sliding from your cheek to the back of your head, holding you in place as his tongue parts your lips, exploring your mouth, and you gladly embraced it. "hgh-!" you whimpered roaming your hand freely on his body, aching to get a taste of him... as the kiss deepens you can feel your pussy pulsing with excitement, "easy- there ms. ghostie. heh..."

hangh! ah! nghh!" you moaned between the kiss as you humped on his clothed cock...suguru's lips tugged a devious smirk as he groaned between kisses, his manhood straining against his pants, as you grinded on him, desperately. "ekk!" you shrieked as he suddenly pulled your dress down to your waist revealing your sensitive perked nipples.

his hands groped your breasts, his palms kneading the soft flesh. "You're so cold..." he whispered, his breath hot on your chest, "nghh!" his hands squeezed your tits making you gush dangerously on his clothed manhood.

suguru's touch became rougher, his hands squeezing your breasts harshly as you continued to grind on him. "You really are like a cold, untouched doll..." he hissed, his face contorted with pleasure, his pants getting soaked with your juices. "makin' such mess, babe." he mutters in a low tone, feeling his cock about to burst out off his pants.

suguru's hands slid down to your ass then to your gapping pussy, he two fingers in as he sucks your tits roughly, "ah!" you moaned as he thrusts his fingers in curling it against your g-spot. "you're so wet..." he groaned, dipping his finger in and out, his fingers moved faster, pumping in and out of your soaked cunt. his tongue swirled around your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud, making you scream and cream in pleasure. "nghh!" you groaned feeling a sense of release and climax,

he then flips you over discarding your panties and throwing it somewhere in the attic, admiring your glistening pussy, "she's still so fucking wet...look at her so hungry f'me" he grumbles. suguru's eyes darken as he stares at your dripping wet pussy, his hands shaking slightly as he fumbles with his pants, finally freeing his thick, hard cock. "fuck...look at this..." he growls, giving his cock a few strokes, the precum dripping from the tip, suguru's hands gripped your thighs, pushing them apart as he notched himself against your entrance, "mmnh-!" "big! too big!" you gasped he grins devilishly at your reaction, thrusting shallowly, his tip barely breaching inside, his eyes glinted darkly as thrusts in you, "babe... I'mma break you..nasty ghost." he hissed, his hand groping your breast as he thrusted in you.

"ahhhn!" you cried out as his thick cock stretched you open, filling you up completely. he started moving, his hips snapping against yours roughly, "fuck you're so tight!" he groaned, his hand squeezing your breast almost painfully.

you felt like you were going to melt, your breath going unbalanced as he dips his cock in and out, suguru lifts both of your legs up to your shoulder stretching them in it's widest range.

"ah!" you gasped, as he dips his cock in and out your sopping wet folds, feeling your juices mix together.

"keep clenching on me like that ah- fuck!" he'd groan, feeling his surroundings slow down. it was like he consumed a forbidden drug...suguru's pace quickened, his hips jackhammering against yours, his heavy balls slapping against your bottom with every thrust, the sound of wet, squelching noises filling the room. "nggh! it feels so good... you're so cold and warm at the same time..." he whispers on to your ear, suguru's cock throbbed inside you as he continued his relentless assault on your pussy, you're squeezing his cock tightly as you squirmed and gushed around his cock your body convulsed, toes curling back and mouth left hanging open as you came once more "nghhh..." you moaned and with final thrusts suguru came afterwards, pumping his thick load in your pulsating cunt...not letting any of it go to waste ...

-

"wonder if ghosts can get pregnant..."

[three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat]

You blink. At some point you had picked up the hat, gripping the brim tightly between your hands. The weight is familiar in your hands; you rub the edge between two fingers, and it's just as soft as you remember.

Well. You don’t know how you started shuffling on the good ol’ mortal coil again, but you certainly don’t plan on advertising that fact to dear Stardust, so that means the hat is yours now!

(Maybe you should burn it. Y’know, symbolically! That would probably be fun!

But… someone made this for you. Someone looked at the snotty little kid you probably were, and made this for you to last your whole life. You couldn’t…)

You settle the hat on your head gently; it sinks down through the rays of light and lands, surprisingly, on soft hair.

Loop finds themself alive again, with a choice to make.

(Full fic below the cut)

You don't know how you are alive.

You had disappeared– blown away on the wind, specks of light, probably really pretty if it wasn't, y'know, you, and then you had blinked and you were lying under the Favor Tree, Dormont's party in the distance the only indicator that you weren't at the start of a loop.

You had booked it into the forest as soon as you realized what was going on. Wouldn't want Stardust and their family to find you, after all!

(The mysterious traveler Siffrin, the helpful guide Loop, the Universe's favorite (ha!) court jester, brought back to life again. It would be indecent to try and take something that wasn't yours, after you already failed once.)

Your foot hits something soft. You look down; Stardust's hat lies crumpled on the forest floor.

Oh, that's right! It had fallen off during his adorable little confession scene, blown away off the roof of the house! It's just your blinding luck to be the one to find it, isn't it!

Poor little Stardust, out there with a cold head; you're sure the Fighter is already coming up with ideas for a new one, and the Researcher wondering where exactly it could've landed, and maybe the Housemaiden is fretting over whether he's too cold–

You blink. At some point you had picked up the hat, gripping the brim tightly between your hands. The weight is familiar in your hands; you rub the edge between two fingers, and it's just as soft as you remember.

Well. You don’t know how you started shuffling on the good ol’ mortal coil again, but you certainly don’t plan on advertising that fact to dear Stardust, so that means the hat is yours now!

(Maybe you should burn it. Y’know, symbolically! That would probably be fun!

But… someone made this for you. Someone looked at the snotty little kid you probably were, and made this for you to last your whole life. You couldn’t…)

You settle the hat on your head gently; it sinks down through the rays of light and lands, surprisingly, on soft hair.

You stop, hands still on the hat. You… hadn't known you had hair. You had thought maybe the rays of light were your hair. But if you have hair, maybe…

You shutter the thought and pull your hands away. No need to dwell on that, haha! You must have just imagined it, you silly star you!

You got Siffrin’s hat! You think to yourself mockingly as you start walking again. If nothing else, you’ll always be the one to have it instead of them!

---

Eventually, after… a while of walking, you find a town. It's tiny, even smaller than Dormont, and you don't think it's one you've been to before. It's certainly a bit hard to remember anything from before the loops, though~!

There’s a market set up in the center of town, stalls selling food and clothes and all sorts of nice little things you don't have enough money to buy.

You wonder if this town had been frozen, and for how long. You wonder if they know the King is dead– well, they probably know something is up, what with Stardust's little light show having been seen for miles (and by the Universe, your head still hurts if you think about it).

"Hello?" A woman asks, walking up to you hesitantly. "Are you looking for something?"

You realize, abruptly, that everyone is staring at you. You also realize that, along with having a star for a head, you are technically naked.

"Just wandering through the area!" You say brightly.

She nods. "Well, alright… Do you mind if I ask your name?"

Huh! Well, you didn't expect that! You run your tongue along your teeth absently, wondering what name to give her. Siffrin is, haha, obviously not an option. Loop is–

wait. What had you just done? You had teeth? A tongue? A mouth?

"Actually." You say, most of the brightness dropping from your voice. "I am looking for something. Is there a bathroom I can use?"

...

You think maybe Stardust was right about something; bathrooms are great for breakdowns! This one even has a nice little mirror on the counter for you to stare at yourself in! They only had a door!

Oh. You can probably use it for other things, too, like seeing if you were imagining things other than big spikes of light on your head.

You take the hat off and hold the mirror up to your face, squinting. Underneath the light, if you look hard enough… yup! That’s definitely eyes and a mouth and all those other little important things that make up a face!

WELL! A fat lot of good that does, finally becoming human again when your precious little understudy has already left the stage with YOUR FAMILY–

The mirror cracks under your thumb. Whoopsie, you can't control your own strength and now it looks like now you have to apologize to that nice lady~!

You take a closer look at your face. You look… well, like yourself! Maybe that isn’t surprising! There’s more of those weird little star freckles that adorn the rest of your body. Your left eye is dull and lightless, which makes sense considering you still can’t see a BLINDING THING OUT OF IT–

Haha. Blinding! It’s funny because you’re half blind! Aren’t you a funny little fellow!

You put your hat back on and lean back against the sink, studying how it sits. It looks a little silly, honestly, because the spikes of light just sort of… disappear into it. You take your hat off and they spring back up. It would be kind of fun to watch, if, y’know, looking at light in a mirror didn’t hurt your eye.

There’s a tentative knock on the door. You jump a little and drop your hat back on your head.

“Bright one?” The nice woman says. “Are you alright in there?”

Oooh, you do NOT like that title! Not one bit! You’ve gotta come up with a name fast now! Hurry, hurry, hurry!

Stardust is your copy– well, you suppose now you’re the copy, so maybe you should reverse their name. Nirffis? Is that anything?

…That’s horrible, is what it is! It’s nothing! Do better!

Something flickers through your mind. There’s… a story? Something about twins and a sheep and a constellation? You can’t remember anything about the story, or even what a constellation is, but you and Stardust are certainly twins, aren’t you?

(Close enough, anyway.

And you like sheep well enough, too.)

“I’m fine.” You say cheerfully after a moment, clasping your hands together in front of yourself and smiling. “And call me Gemini.”

(You remember she can’t see you after a moment and feel stupid. Your hat is crooked and you’re still holding the mirror, too.)

[gaypirate420]

That's literally us!// Jasper Hale.

Jasper Hale x male!reader.

Summary: Jasper tries to keep up with your modern slang.

Requests are open!

Laying on the couch wrapped on his arms, you started to giggle softly while looking at your phone.

"Someone took a photo of you, Jaz." You giggled before looking up at him. Jasper's golden eyes leave his book and go down at you, arching his eyebrow with curiosity.

You smiled and showed him your phone screen.

It was a picture of a cat with a cowboy hat.

"That ain't me, that's a cat, pumpkin." He spoke softly, you rolled your eyes and chuckle.

"Yeah, I know but it's literally you! Like— your vibe y'know?" You explained looking at him a smile, Jasper smirks slightly.

"My vibe? Handsome—I try to keep up with ya but sometimes I have no idea watcha pretty mouth is sayin'." He asked leaving his book behind. You were born on the same year as him, how is that he's so lost and you could pass as a 'gen z'?.

"Your energy, your aura, your vibe!" You spoke with a huge smile on your face, Jasper arched his eyebrow but nodded in acknowledgement.

"So, my—'vibe' 's a cat with a cowboy hat?" He asks. You nodded, you kept looking at your phone and hold another photo infront of his face.

"For example that's literally us right now!" You muttered, it was a picture of two cats cuddling.

"We're little kittens!" You spoke softly. He looks at you, the thought of you sharing characteristics with a cat crosses his mind.

Jasper can't help but smile and place a kiss on your head, you smiled mischievously and show him another picture.

A cat bitting another cat.

Jasper looks at it and gets it immediately. He should be offended, instead he laughs softly.

"Oh that is me." He spoke with a smirk, you laugh and keep searching for images to show him.

Your husband only looked at you with adoration, absolutely in love with you.

"What?" You asked with a smile, he smirks again.

"Nothin', honey. Reckon I just fell in love with you even more." He said softly, his accent thick and rich. You looked at him with wide eyes, if you could blush you'll be bright red.

"I just showed you some silly cats—" You mumbled shyly while sitting up, he smiles.

"You're—adorable." He whispered cupping your cheeks, you looked at him and giggle.

Jasper smirks and kisses your forehead.

You giggle as he places another kiss on your cheek, then another and another.

The sound of your laugh, your smile, he loves you, truly and deeply. Your happiness makes his cold dead hearth feel alive again.

His eyes meet yours, Jasper smirks and leans closer to you, his rosy lips meeting yours.

You moaned softly against him, his cold hands travel down your back.

"Pretty boy." He whispers against you before kissing you once again. He lays you down and kisses down your neck.

"Jaz, we're not home alone." You gently reminded him after you heard footsteps, he smirks and buried his face on your neck, closing his eyes while his hand roamed down your thigh discreetly.

"Oh look at you two! You look adorable!" Alice's sweet voice makes him open his eyes.

"You do look cute together." Bella say softly while being dragged by Alice through the living room.

"Thank you girls!" You spoke cheerfully.

Jasper nods slightly and closes his eyes again. He can't sleep, but just laying with you is so relaxing and heavenly peaceful.

You looked at your phone again, scrolling through your social media when you saw a photo of two wide eyed cats.

"That's literally us." Jasper whispers with a smirk, you looked at him and smiled.

"It is!" You giggle and start to stroke his hair, He chuckles softly and places tender kisses on your neck and collarbones.

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A/N: Hey! Hope y'all like this! Requests are open! (I only do gender neutral and male reader fyi).

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🖤Dark AU, Post One, Blast from the Past:

(Warning: Descriptions of wounds, scars, blood, as well as mentions of death, platonic yanderes being creepy and scary, and Reader being close to passing out. You have been warned...)

• You groan, your eyes squeezed shut tight and hard, your chest heaving and bleeding... Were you in Heaven...? Were you in H*ll...? Dust is thick in the air, along with the scent of sulphur and weeping iron. Every inch of your skin hurts...

• Something taps you, soon shaking your arm lightly. "Reader... Reader, get up...!" You groan again, but hesitantly peak an eye open, cracking its barrier between cold darkness and cool air. Leaning over you, looking down at you with gentle, worried eyes, is Kurt. Huh... wait a minute- Weren't you... Didn't you all...?

• "Kurt...?" You can't help but ask. It can't be... You can't be... But if he's here, and so are you... Where is-

• "READER!" shouts a happy, teary voice, and suddenly your tackled in a messy, warm hug by Kitty. Tears run down her face, and her hair's a mess, but she's here, alive, and crying all over you. "Don't ever do that again!"

• "So is Pietro...?" You're answered by a bruised Pietro looking over her shoulder, giving you a harsh glare. "What were you THINKING?! You could have-!" He holds his tongue, but he and Kurt end up hugging you too, and now all four of you are crying, holding onto the only comfort and friends nearby. "Guys, I'm fine-"

• You feel a sharp sting in your chest, then feel a wetness spread across your shirt. Okay... You're not fine. Your head hurts, your arms feel like someone cut them open, and you feel tired enough to slip into a coma. And your friends don't look much better... Kurt has a jagged scar around his throat, a bit of blood matted into the fur, a cut lacing his cheek. His arms shake, and his tail is wrapped tightly around your ankle, also shaking, like you might disappear... Kitty is firmly hugging all of you, but there's a hole through her blouse, almost like someone... There's a bruise, dark and ugly, on each of her arms, with fingerprint marks... And Pietro... He doesn't look you in the eye, but keeps humming, holding on to you and the others tightly, his pulse sharp and too fast, even for him... There is blood in his hair, a fresh scar above his eye, and dried flecks of red across his face and neck...

• You... you do remember what happened last... Your head being bashed into a hard floor... Deep, bruising hands holding your arms behind you... Whispers of hate and malice, all directed at you... The sting of a knife on your legs, your arms... Then the cold, burning touch of a blade ripping through your shirt, through your skin, until red oozed out and your head felt light... And everything going dark as you heard screams and sobbing...

• ... You all should be dead, shouldn't you? But... you're not, are you? You can hear your friends' breathing, feel their shaking forms hugging each other, see the harrowed, desperate look on their faces... If you're alive, this is a miracle. But that raises the question...

• "Where... where are we? Where are the others? Are we home?" You pull yourself away, then struggle to your feet. Looking around, you see dark, warped walls and barely flickering lights. Old scratches mar the floor, along with dark splatters of what, you'd rather not guess. Dust coats every surface, even the air is filled with it. And you and your friends... are in the middle, like a piece out of place. Your fami- team, they'd be looking for you, or would have had you all in an infirmary or hospital right now. So... why aren't you? Did they not find you? But why are you alive if they aren't here? Something... something isn't quite adding up...

• Kurt looks around, but joins you, his tail wrapping around your leg again. Pietro and Kitty follow, Kitty helping the speedster stand. "Whoa, this place looks like a mess!" She glances over at you, then back at the walls. "Wasn't this, like, where it... y'know...?" And she's right, on both accounts. This place looks awful, and... it is where you last remember being... Except it looks abandoned, and it wasn't abandoned ten minutes ago... How long were you all out?

• "Ja, this place looks like an animal hit it," Kurt adds. His fingers twitch lightly, nervously, and he steps closer to you. "Perhaps ve can go somevhere else? With a less creepy look?" Pietro nods, still not looking at you. You frown, wondering what's wrong... Kitty and Kurt glance over at you, then gasp. You raise a brow, then let out a small groan at the bruised feeling. "What is it? I can't look that bad..."

• One of them grabs an old coat, long since left to gather dust, and tosses it over you, fastening it. "Um... it's best you cover up. You... You're still bleeding, and your shirt is kinda useless, now," Kitty says, carefully making sure the coat stays pressed to your wound, and Kurt nods. "Right. I think ve need to see a doctor..." Pietro snorts. "Yeah, we do..." You nod, not wanting to talk. The four of you work your way carefully through the facility, watching out for shattered glass and fallen weapons. It looks like a fight broke out, but against what? You try not to think on it, or on anything, too deeply. You don't really want to think right now...

• The halls are dark, with the occasional working light. Old splatters of dark gore coat the walls and floors, along with scattered papers and coats. You can smell the old, sweetly rotten stench of death down some corridors, which you steer the others away from. You just survived death... You don't want to see more of it... Everything is quiet, lifeless. It's cold, causing shivers to race through your body. Why would anyone leave this place like this? Were they in a rush? Or did someone attack them? You stop your train of thought there, not liking the possible answers.

• You four eventually stumble into a garage or hangar, and spot a few vehicles. Along one wall are some keys, and Kurt goes over, grabbing a few. He waves them, smiling, amd you can't help but grin back. Looks like you all are in luck for once. "Let's get out of here!" he cheers quietly, then tries the button on one of the key sets. A jeep-like vehicle lets out a noise, sending you all huddling together, eyes wide and stances defensive. But nothing else happens. It's just the car, and now you all can leave. "C'mon, guys, let's go," Pietro grumbles, and you and Kitty help him walk over to the vehicle while Kurt gets in the driver's seat. You situate Pietro in the back, keeping his legs up and laid across you lap, while Kitty climbs into the front passenger seat, ready to help you all phase through any obstacles. "Ready, guys?" Kurt asks, and a resounding "Yep!" goes through the car. Then the jeep pulls out, and you're all moving, slowly pulling away from the worst nightmare you've ever had...

• The ride is quiet, filled with soft chatter between you four, as you figure out exactly where you are. You're somewhere in Canada, which, while it isn't ideal, at least means you're not too far from the others... Huh. What are they going to think of this mess? If you're lucky, Logan won't lock you up in the infirmary for the next year. And the Professor might give another lecture, maybe about safety and being more alert, but you'd give anything to hear it. Storm is going to be so worried when she sees you and the others like this. Beast hopefully won't be too rattled... Not to mention Mr. Lehnsherr, Pietro's dad. Ha. He... he isn't going to be pleased. At ALL. Mystique is not going to leave Kurt alone once he's feeling better. And Sabretooth might actually make good on his threat to eat the next human who looks at y'all funny... You... you really missed them. All of them. Even the other teens...

• Scott and Jean and Rogue and Evan... They won't let you sleep without one of them trying to sleep over in the infirmary. Scott will try to lecture you all, then end up saying not to disappear again. Jean will just be glad you're back, hugging you all to death. Rogue will get mad, but she'll forgive you for... for disappearing. And Evan will call dibs on sleeping over with y'all, and catching you up on what happened. Then there's Lance and Fred and Todd and Wanda... Lance will call you all idiots, probably secretly worried. Fred would cry, then squeeze y'all into a hug. Todd would try to stay chill, but end up crying, possibly more than Fred. And Wanda would put you all on house arrest, while she exacts her revenge... You miss them all, too...

• You saw them as family, okay? You just... you could never tell them. You never did. You didn't want to lose them if you told them. They were the best thing to ever happen to you, accepting you and giving you a home and friends and people who cared for you and your health and safety. They were kind, maybe a little silly, and they meant so much to you. You always tried to make them smile. It was the least you could do. You loved them, with all your heart. When they saw you again... would they be mad? Would they kick you off the team? Would they cry? Or would they just hug you all and not let you get up until you've been healed? ... They probably were worried sick, wherever they are. So you need to contact them as soon as possible, so they can pick you all up and get you to see a doctor and make sure you weren't bleeding out or suffering from a concussion.

• "Hey..." You turn to look over at Pietro. He's still not looking straight at you. His hands are still shaking, the knuckles white from how tight they're gripping each other. You take one hand in yours, and shift, making sure he can see you clearly. "... I'm not mad, with what you did, okay? I just... please, don't do it again... We... we could have lost you..."

• You nod, squeezing his hand. "I promise... I... I'd do it again, though. I love you guys. I hope you know that." After the... Incident... you'd rather not talk about it ever again. But you won't hide how much you love your friends, or how you feel towards them. "I'm sorry for scaring you, Tro." He snorts, eyes closing for a minute, then his hand squeezes yours. "Just don't do it again." You smile softly. "I'm not planning on it."

• You tune back into Kitty and Kurt's conversation. She's pointing out the nearest town on the map she's pulled out, and Kurt's asking questions on how close it is. A few signs loom out of the inky darkness, depicting a town name... You sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes. Yet the longer they stay shut, the more images flash in your head, of bright red and cold steel and wide, terrified eyes and loud screaming- Your eyes flick back open, and you take to looking out the window. Trees pass by, as do rocky inclines and some peaks, with pine trees and large stones and deep grooves... The stars are small and shining, like small fireflies in the dead of Autumn... The window pane is cool to the touch, and the wind whistles by, low and soothing... You're safe... You're all safe...

• The car slows to a stop once you reach a town, careful to park at a gas station not close to anyone. There's only one or two other cars there, so no one should really notice you. You shake Pietro awake, who grumbles, but accepts your help getting out. Kurt takes up the task of helping him walk, while you keep an eye out for danger. There's no one outside... You four enter with a small jingle of the door, and find the store silent. The person at the cashier counter is partially asleep, not paying attention, while a lady shuffles in the back. Good. That means no trouble. You let Kitty grab some drinks while Kurt and Pietro handle snacks, as you need to figure out the date... You almost pass by a stack of newspapers, but pull back to glance over them... But...

• Something isn't right about them. The headlines are weird, with mentions of a new president... there's no paragraphs about mutant-human relations... and the year... it... it has to be wrong.... There's no way it's been that long-! It, it couldn't be possible... You perk up, on edge, but only hear Kitty calling for you from the front. She and the boys had some food for the road, and you quickly grab a few granola bars as you make your way up to them. The cashier, now semi-awake, stares at you four, a mix of shock and confusion on their face. Kurt pipes up. "Is this enough to cover it?" He presses a few twenty dollar bills towards them, then smiles sheepishly. "Sorry. Ve are...traveling! Yes! And, are going to meet friends..." The person just stares. They look at the money, mumble about not drinking anymore soda, then hand you all the bags of your snacks. "Good night! And, like, thanks!" Kitty adds, then you four trail out the door, hurrying to the car. You and Kurt set Pietro back up in the back seats, you sit next to him, Kitty sits in the front passenger side, and Kurt pulls back into the driver's seat.

• You all are not graceful while you eat. You're pretty sure you all almost choked a few times trying to stuff enough granola and chips down to stave off any hunger pains. You aren't sure when you all ate last... You chew through some jerky and fruit gummies while Kitty takes apart a bag of mixed granola. Kurt is drinking a whole bottle of water, and Pietro inhales the sugary snacks as fast as possible... By the time you four are done, you feel doubly tired. The others' soft groans assure you that you aren't the only one who feels that way. "Where to, Kurt?" You're curious, and wondering how much further before you reach a more populated town. "I think ve're close enough to..." he points at the map, at a small star with a tiny name above it. "Ve can go there, and try and contact the others..." A tired cheer fills the car, then you're all back on the road...

• The night stretches on, long and unending. It feels nice, being with the others, being so close to going home... You push the old lab coat together over your wound, holding back a pained hiss. For some reason, it isn't closed up or completely scarred over... It isn't as deep as you remember, but it still hurts... You keep an eye on the passing roads and trees and towns, enjoying a few car games with the others as you wait. And then, there it is... a city close to Bayville...

• You four are careful as you park, exiting the jeep. You know Kurt can't hide, and you all look worse for wear... The best thing is to stick together and avoid people when you can... The city is unusually quiet from what you remember. Most people aren't out, or if they are, they're inside. You see a few TVs flashing in a window, but don't watch for long. You hate the news, always discussing mutants and how to control them... You and the others stick to more shadowed sidewalks, peering at signs and at windows, hiding when anyone looks your way. No one seems to notice, or care... It's odd, but it's useful at the moment. You end up finding a payphone, and pull out some coins. "So, who should call them?"

• You speak up, "I remember the number for the Institute..." You're shoved towards the phone, and as you enter the change and press the right buttons, you feeled worried, for a minute. Like something might be wrong... The phone rings, and you hold it close. It picks up, and you're quick to start talking. "U-um, hi, guys! Uh, we, we kinda need you to pick us up. We're, uh, we're a town over from Bayville, I think- The others say hi, but not to worry, we're fine. W-we promise not to do something like this again, this got... a little out of hand- I can't wait to see you! So, um... please come pick us up? Soon? It's, a bit cold, and I don't think we're dressed to be walking around people... Um, this is Reader. See you soon. Love you. Bye," you finish. Your call was... a mess. But so were you, your friends, and this entire situation. You all would be lucky if you weren't grounded for this. Or set on bedrest for a few weeks. Or banned from a month of missions. Heh. You. You really missed them...

• "Okay. Now we just wait... Let's find somewhere... quieter, than this," you tell them. Pietro points out something. "Maybe one of my dad's old bases..." You stare at him for a moment, along with the others. "What?! It's useful, isn't it?" "Yeah, totally." "No problems here!" "Um... yeah, that sounds good. What is the base, exactly, Tro?" He shifts for a moment, then answers, "It's an old warehouse. It isn't too far away, and it's not like most people would hang out there..." You all agree that's the best option, and start walking. You and Kitty help support Pietro, switching off with Kurt when you're halfway there. You can't see any humans nearby, and can't smell any. You only hear the rustle of wind and the chitters of small rodents as you four walk by. The weather is chilly, and you can't wait to be indoors. Is it Autumn? You aren't sure... Pietro tells you all to turn down a sidestreet, and soon a large building looms ahead. The warehouse... Huh. Who knew his dad's obsession with having many bases would come in handy...

• Entering the building isn't a problem. Making your way to a few boxes, half-hidden in the shadows, lets you all sit for a few minutes. The building is full of large crates and old tarps, some old machines or tables lying here or there. It's almost maze-like, half-cast in shadows, then in bright lights... You can hear the shift in the air, the slight rumble of an aircraft, and you quiet, shushing the others and pointing up. You can feel the excitement, the joy at going home... But... you don't know why, but you stay back, anxiety buzzing at your mind...

• You can hear the low hum of voices, the sounds of people walking, and then... the doors are opening. You watch the shadows as they form along the floor, you note the scent of your team, you can feel the slight tension in the air... And then there they are, and they're watching you, and you're staring at what looks like strangers wearing the skin of your family.

• They're older. The adults look haggard, a little thinner, more desperate. You don't remember them ever looking so upset. And the teens... some are adults now, and they all look haunted, hopeful, so breakingly hopeful... They never looked that sad before. Who... who are these people? Where is your team? Are you all in the wrong universe? Is this a nightmare? Because... this can't be real... Can it?

• "Kids...?" You hear one of the adults ask that, stepping forward slightly. There's a thick tension in the air, one that you're afraid to cut. "It... it can't be..." You see a small shift in the group. "Who are you?" You almost bristle at that. Who are you? Who are they! How dare they wear your friends faces, or impersonate them! "It's us! Who are you?!" Your words burn as you say them, but you shift so they can see you a little.

• "Dad...? W-what is this? Wait... Wanda?" Pietro whispers. He looks shocked, and you watch the reaction of the other group carefully. Two of them look like Pietro's family... But his dad looks older, thinner, more... the only word you can think of is insane... And Wanda doesn't look much better, except she looks so... desperate. So hopeful. You can see what looks like Logan and Storm there, too, along with Mystqiue and Rogue and Sabretooth and Scott... Is everyone magically older, somehow? And sad? And... creepy? In an almost scary way?

• "Scott...? Why are you older...?" Kitty asks nervously. Kurt lets out a small gasp when he spots Rogue. She also appears older, taller, than what any of you remember. You keep yourself close to your friends, glaring slightly at the odd people before you. If these are your friends... then what the h*ll happened... Something seems to flick across your mind, someone pressing, checking, confirming, then they're gone... And in enters another person, who could only be Jean...

• "It's them..." she calls out, and that seems to cause a reaction in the group. They're now more hopeful, more watchful, more scary, in your eyes. You keep yourself in check, but listen as one of the adults steps forward... "Hey, kids... A lot happened, hasn't it?" You're quiet, but they continue... "We... we missed ya... We really did. You don't know how glad we are to see ya all again..." They step forward, and the team does too, all fanning out. You're tense now, ready to tug the others back in a heartbeat... "A lot has changed... We can talk about it in a bit, okay? You're safe... But... we need to go somewhere else. Somewhere to check up on ya. Okay? Now just... stay still... This won't take but a minute..." You twitch, and just in time you pull them back as a dart lands where one of your friends had just been. "RUN!"

• You all split up, taking different paths as you dodge behind crates and take to the shadows. You can hear pleads from the older team, begging you all to come out, to not hide from them... You hiss as you feel your wound reopen, and you drag yourself into the darkness. The crates hide you, the tarps fluttering softly in unseen currents, but you can hear the shuffle as you're all hunted. You duck behind a box when you hear footsteps, then see the dim glow from a visor... Scott...

• "Reader? Kid, did you go this way?" He walks around carefully, checking behind boxes and under tarps. "Please... please just come out. You're not in danger! You're completely safe. I'm... we're so, so sorry we didn't make it in time... I promise, we didn't stop until we avenged you..." He steps into the center, and you see a small smile splayed across his lips. "I really missed you... It's gonna be okay... C'mon! Brother's right here..." You hear something clatter in the distance, and he takes off, disappearing from sight. You sigh, tugging yourself onto a new path...

• You're in a row with tarps covering most of the area, keeping some things hidden from view... Some persons, too, as it turns out... You stiffen as someone comes across you, stepping from behind the old cloth... "Heh... Hey, sugah... did ya miss me?" You take a step back. Rogue... she... she looks like she's seen better days. You're quiet when she comes closer... "I- I am so glad to see you again. We all are.... You... you watched after Kurt, and Kitty. I... I'm sorry, what happened to ya..." She sighs, and you smell the scent of tears, salty and somber... "You're gonna be okay... All of you are... We just have ta get ya somewhere safe... Can ya do that? It's okay... you can trust me..." She's hopeful, and your gut churns, seeing her like this... You try to say something, but can't... She steps closer... Then there's a glint of something in her hand, and your eyes widen as you fall back, barely moving in time from the dart in her hand.

• "R-Rogue, w-what are you doing?!" You start running, knocking over a few crates as you get away. You twist, grunting in pain as you feel blood seep through the old coat. You... you need to hide... now... You struggle, but shapeshift, feeling yourself become smaller, your arms turn to wings, your sight sharpen... and then you're hopping, flapping, then taking flight. You soar carefully overhead, landing on top of a large crate overlooking the warehouse. You can see a few of the adults, near the front... They're around... oh no...

• You caw, loud and shrill, and take off. Your wings glide across the air, bringing you closer-

• Then you feel something hit you, and you fall, slowly changing back in a flurry of feathers and limbs... You groan, a hand pressing at your wound, trying to stop the blood... And stalking forward, right in front of you, is Logan... You shrink back, your back pressed hard into a box behind you as you try to stand. A whine slips past your lips at the movement, and you can only watch, helpless, as Logan squats beside you...

• "Hey, bub... Stop moving..." His hand is pressing down on you, and his nose twitches at the scent of blood and the sticky feel of it on his hand... "Kid..." He sounds upset, but keeps his hand pressed firmly to your wound. He sighs, then scoops you up, until your half-cradled against him. "What have they done ta ya...?" A deeper, warmer sigh escapes him. "You're goin' ta be okay... Just don't move... How have ya been, pup? I've missed ya..." A pained grunt escapes you, and you gasp sharply as he keeps you in place. "I know, I know, it hurts, pup... It's goin' ta be okay... I've got you..." A hum buzzes in his throat, and you feel his free hand pat your head. His eyes are warm, like little pools of rusty brown, or warm raisins... "Logan... I..." You whimper as his hand touches the wound on your head, that you didn't notice until then. "We need ta get ya ta Hank. Okay, pup?" He hums again, and you copy it for a second. "Just relax, okay? Deep breaths, look up, don't struggle..." Before you can ask why, something stings your shoulder. You hiss, then feel a pat at your back. "Good kid... You're about ta feel really tired, alright? It's nothin' ta worry about... Ya just need a bit of rest..."

• Strong arms are wrapped around you, then you're being picked up. Feeling weightless scares you for a minute, but then a soft rumble is heard, and you relax slightly. Your head... it really hurts... And you feel completely exhausted. Your eyes struggle to stay open, even when your wounds flarewith small bursts of pain. The humming picks up... You squint when lights shine down on you, but it quickly dims once you're back at the front of the building... You can see your friends also being held, and you try to move for a minute, wanting to check on them- "No, no, stay still..." Something holds you tighter, and your tired limbs stop struggling. You blink sleepily, wanting to know your friends are okay... "They're fine, kid... Just tired, too... Now, let's go home..."

• You feel more than watch as you're carried out of the warehouse, your friends being taken as well... The sky is still dark, but the air doesn't seem as cold... You feel a hand in your hair, and with a tired noise, you lean into the touch. It feels nice... You feel your thoughts slowing down, dripping into a quiet puddle as the familiar jet opens up for you all, and all you can think as you fall unconscious is whether you're going home...

[craving-for-chaos]

Sage and the pressure she's under

Y'know, something interesting I noticed while scouring agent voicelines—as I do—is the way the other agents talk to and about Sage. What really got me thinking about this was Waylay's voiceline about her: "Their Sage is good, but she is so stiff! I just wanna go over there and shake some fun into that girl."

One could argue that this is in reference to Omega Earth's Sage, who seems to be more ruthless than Alpha Earth's, but I feel like that doesn't hold up considering this could be said by Waylay regardless of whether she's attacking or defending. Technicalities aside, though, I got curious, and noticed that the other agents seem to (intentionally or not) place Sage on a pedestal.

I've mentioned in a past post that Sage has a very noticeable tendency to take on more responsibility than she should, which is very evident in the way she talks to the other agents and about herself. A few examples:

"I will defend you all with my power and with my life." "I wasn't strong enough before. But now, now I am strong enough for us all." "I will do anything for you all. I will subvert the flow, I will hold back the tides." "I will hold up the sky." "Trust in my healing."

Now, a lot of her voicelines are very team-oriented; encouraging other agents, boosting morale, highlighting teamwork, rallying cries, etc. I suppose these lines I quoted could be her attempt at reassuring her team and reaffirming trust, right? It's still a bit concerning, but maybe it's nothing all that deep.

And then I looked at what the other agents say to her. Most of the time, agents will get a wide range of voicelines about them, anything from wariness, to playful and impressed compliments, to talking about plans for off-field activities. Sage should be no different...except that she is.

One glaring common thread that nearly all of the ally voicelines toward her share is expectation.

Astra is quite literally the only one who doesn't have a single line putting pressure of some sort on Sage. Other than her, every agent talks about/to Sage almost like she isn't human, or like she's above them somehow. Most often, when agents compliment or commend her, there's either a sense of awe or lack of surprise. It's not like they're saying, "Woah, that was cool, good job!" It's more like, "Wow, how are you real?" or "You were incredible—just as I knew you would be."

Here are some examples to hopefully make my point a bit clearer:

"Sage, you're working miracles." "So, Sage. You can bring people back from the dead? Anyone? No constraints? Interesting." "Sage, you are truly limitless." "Glad you're here Sage. With you we can't lose!" "Everyone just learnt what I already knew; you're wild Sage!" "Damn, Sage, you do everything. Why are the rest of us even here?" "Sage, "healer," what an understatement."

Even when they AREN'T commending her, there's this strange trend of the other agents still placing responsibility on her, whether that means literally ordering her to help them or reminding her that she is meant to be a powerful leader. Again, some examples:

"Sage, if I die out there, you're in charge. Someone has to look after these knuckleheads." "Sage. Keep me alive. I still have things to do." "Stay sharp, you don't get a second chance in combat, unless Sage is involved." "Lead the way, Sage." "Keep those heals comin'!" "It is strange, Sage. Where I'm from, you're no medic, only a weapon." "Yo, doc! Keep us topped up!" "Sage, let's keep everyone alive." "Sage, protect the others." "Sage, you're the only one who can keep us alive. Don't fail us now like you failed me then." "Show me what you got, Sage." "Stand strong, Sage."

To be clear, I'm sure some of these are meant to be playful and innocuous! But even with that in mind, it doesn't change the fact that almost every single agent treats her as "other." More often than not, she's reduced to her radiant abilities, and even when she isn't, she's shoved into the role of "strong, reliable leader." They don't treat her like just any agent, they treat her like she's a symbol, or something akin to it.

She's there to heal them, to support them, to lead them. It's not about who Sage is or what she wants, it's about what she can do, it's about the role she plays in the Protocol. It's almost worse that so many of these voicelines are thoughtless, because that means that this is such a deeply ingrained opinion that the other agents don't even consciously think about it. It's just a fact in their subconscious.

When everyone talks to and about her that way, it's easy to see how the others are likely reinforcing her savior complex. Even her voicemails to Brimstone (there are only two) are about OTHER PEOPLE. In the first she talks about approaching Deadlock with an offer to heal her arm, and in the second she talks about empathizing with Omen and wanting to help him. She even explicitly says, "If I know his pain, maybe I can heal it."

Every single thing she does is for the sake of others. She's genuinely afraid of not being enough for them, and that's just...painful. Hell, even in the Die For You music video her worst fear is implied to be losing the ability to heal and therefore being useless to her teammates. And then what does she do? Heal Brimstone and run straight into enemy fire.

Going back to Waylay's voiceline about her, though, it somewhat surprised me that someone is acknowledging/noticing how stressed Sage is all the time. It's not the first time someone has, as Astra has a voiceline saying, "Mad love, Sage. Come on, girl. That win's gotta be worth a smile!" and Skye also tells the others to bother her instead of Sage, but still.

Anyway, this is just my interpretation and analysis of things, of course, but I thought I would share my findings. Justice for Sage :(

[luna0713hunter]

Hellooo~

I just found your blog rn and I immediately fell in love with your works(especially sukuna ffs).

I love the way you write sukuna and reader's relationship.

And if ur ok with it, may I request a sukuna x reader angst? Maybe where reader is a sorcerer and she got badly injured and got into a almost death situation during a fight and sukuna is smh guilty for it??

You can ignore this if u want to<3

-🍪

Author's note : Hi hi ( ꈍᴗꈍ)oh my gosh im so happy to hear that!!!thank you so much darling!it makes me super happy

Mhm,i love the smell of fresh angst with happy ending in the midnight lmao. I'll gladly write it!! Hope you enjoy this,Cookie-chan!

Warnings : Sukuna Sorcerer au!,angst,injury and blood,happy ending!

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You knew this would happen,and you were happy to rub it in your idiot boyfriend's face with a big "i told you so."

That is,if you make it out alive.

The curse before you lets out a loud noise, something akin to cackle,as it watches you with it's multiple eyes. You glare,but even you know it's lost all heat;with blood oozing out of each part of your body,you can barely even keep your eyes open. Your body feels weak,and all of your joints hurt like hell. Your eyes drift to where you broken phone is laying and you just hope that your help signal has gone through before it was damage for good.

"ah," you mumble as you spit a mouthful of blood on the ground below; watching as it drips down on your hands, "today sucks. Its all Ryo's fault."

Your hazy eyes turn up and you watch as the curse dances around;each one of it's disgusting eye spinning around wildly as it looks at you with glee.

The son of a bitch is having fun killing you.

"you're lucky, y'know," you giggle slightly from how slurred your words sound; the blood lose making you lightheaded, "If Ryo was here,he would've torn you to pieces. But, he's an idiot."

Because he really was; starting that morning with the message from the higher ups about your new mission, you had told Sukuna that it would end badly. You had told him more than twice that something smelled fishy;that the higher ups were out to get you. But Sukuna,had dismissed your worry,and with a small scoff had said you're paranoid. At least,now with you dead,he would be proven wrong.

You grin maniacally at the thought;serves him right.

Leaning your back against the tree,you watch with bleary eyes as the curse steps closer;you dont even care. You're too tired to fight back. So you just sit there, thinking about all the things you'll miss;your friends and family,that one bakery with those delicious coconut buns,your boyfriend Sukuna,and most of all-

"i never got the chance to hear him say i love you..."

Maybe out of everything, you'll regret not dating your boyfriend sooner.

You're so lost in your thoughts,that you dont notice the sound of the curse has been faded away. And when you hear a small shriek,and hurried footsteps running your way,you just close your eyes and drop your head. You're fully expecting the curse to rip out your heart,when gentle,but frantic hands,take hold of your bloody cheeks and raise your head slightly. With a pained groan,you open your eyes just enough to see a heap of pink,and a familiar pair of red eyes.

"Ryo...?"

"yeah,yeah babe. Its me," his voice is steady,like always,but you can hear a small undertone of worry and it brings a smile to your lips.

"told ya..."

The hands on your cheeks rub at the corner of your lips to wipe away the blood.

"yeah,i know. And I'm an ass for not believing you." You feel yourself shift,and with foggy mind, realize he has lifted you up in his arms, "I'll make it up to you. Promise."

You giggle and rub your head against his chest;his scent already soothing your mind.

"can i have those sweet buns then?with hot chocolate?"

"whatever you want. First, let's get you fixed up yeah?"

You mumble your agreement and close your eyes. And when you wake up the next time,its to a tray full of your favorite sweet buns and a warm mug of hot chocolate.

Your boyfriend embraces you tightly,and kisses your forehead.

"i love you."

And maybe getting almost killed,was worth it after all.

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P.S : I love coconut buns and im currently craving some so i had to add them lmao.

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙳

➛ various!yandere!male one-shots x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 1.1k┆warnings: blood, death, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, violence, yandere themes┆a/n: I was lowkey bribed into writing this by my sister bc I don't really fw Kokichi like that (that's a lie)

DECEPTION ━ kokichi ouma x kidnapped ! reader

⤷ ❝ 𝕺𝕳,

Y/n!!" The boy shouted as he dragged the heavy object behind him. Leaving a long trail of magenta in his wake.

"Hey, don't run away!" He called out while wiping the pink splatter off his pale face.

"I think it'd be a good-fucking-idea to show yourself now..."

"...Y/n!!" He screamed while kicking open your bedroom door. It made a loud SLAM! when it hit the wall.

He looked around the room with crazy, purple eyes all while plastering that same playful smile on his pale face.

"Aw... you're not in here either?" He crouched down to look under your bed

"Y'know, I'm getting really tired of this game of hide-'n'-seek!" He grumbled quietly to himself as he opened the different doors and hiding places in your bedroom. Little did he know, you were standing right outside the room he was in.

Holding a kitchen knife.

It was the very first thing you saw so you grabbed it. Right now, you were beginning to regret not owning any bigger objects like a golf club.

You watched fearfully as Kokichi searched for you, occasionally rummaging through your more... personal items.

When his back was facing you, that's when you took your chance to attack.

Charging towards the purple haired psycho, you raised the knife to stab him.

But he saw right through you.

He quickly turned around and grabbed your wrist. "Found you!" He laughed while tightened his grip, making you to drop the weapon.

"It's not good to run around with sharp objects Y/n! You might end up hurting someone!" He yanked you closer by your hips and lightly pecked your nose with a smile.

A smile that irked you to your core.

How could he still be smiling after all of this!? You thought to yourself as you looked his bloodied figure up and down.

How could he still be smiling after murdering them in cold blood!!?

Tears pricked in the corners of your eyes as you thought back to the gruesome sight. He just bludgeoned my best friend to death with a baseball bat!! And now he's giggling about it!?

Kokichi's smile quickly disappeared as he stared deep into your fearful, (e/c) eyes. His arm tightly wrapped around your waist while the other firmly holding the bat.

"Why are you so scared? I won't hurt you... unless you want me to..." He smiled suggestively while slowly moving his face closer to yours.

"H- Help! Help me!!" You screamed while attempting to free yourself from his grip,

"He's fucking craz-!!"

Kokichi dropped the bat and quickly cupped his free hand over your mouth, "Who are you screaming for, Y/n?"

Tears pricked in your eyes as you desperately tried to pry his magenta-stained fingers off your face.

"What, you think your parents are alive too!?" He giggled, "they're dead!!"

His words froze you.

"Wh- Wha..." was all that left your mouth.

He removed his hand from your face and proceeded to laugh, "What, you thought I'd spare their dumbasses!? Of course I killed them!"

His laughs grew louder and louder as tears streaked down your (s/c) face.

His hand muffling your pitiful sobs, "no, no, no, no, no..." You kept repeating it over and over to yourself as you shook your head rapidly.

You couldn't believe it... you wouldn't believe it.

The purple haired boy lifted his hand to wipe the tears from your eyes.

"I know, I know, a dick move, I know," he smiled somewhat warmly at you, "But I had to, Y/n."

"N- no... no... you... you're lying... this is just another one of your... l- lies..." Kokichi slowly let go you of your figure as you panicked, breathing hard and sobbing loudly.

"Y/n," He reached down to the bat lying on the ground.

"I did all of this for you..."

He raised the bloodied weapon above his head.

"And I'd never fucking lie about that."

And after that, everything went black.

Slowly opening your eyes, the first thing you noticed were most of your senses being cut off.

Your mouth was taped shut and your ankles and wrists firmly tied together with rope. Your back was pressed against a hard, cement wall. Are you in a basement?

What the hell is going on!?

You can barely remember anything from earlier. The last memory you can recall is being in your bedroom — and then Kokichi...

Kokichi... you thought.

"Y/n!~"

A playful voice giggled out while quickly making their way over to you in the dim light.

When close enough, he crouched down, smiling crazily. "Don't worry too much about your whereabouts. You're safe with me, now..."

He reached out and caressed your head, the dried blood staining his figure becoming more and more visible as your eyes begin to clearly focus.

But you weren't dwelling on that at the moment, at least not yet. You were more focused on his strange words and that horrible headache you have. In contrast of responding to his statements, you looking around the place you've been brought to.

Where... am I...?

As you were thinking, the purple haired boy softly placed a hand on the back of your head. "Hm, you're still bleeding?" He retracted his hand then looked down at it.

"I couldn't have hit you that hard...!"

After wiping, or just smearing, your pink-colored blood on his white uniform, he yanked the silver duct tape off of your mouth.

You let out a noise of pain at the quick action, but he just giggled, "Nee-hee hee, I'm so sorry, dear... "

You couldn't tell if his tone was mocking or genuine, either way, you instinctively pressed your back against the wall as far as you could.

You wanted to call out for help, you really did. But you didn't know what Kokichi would do. Would he be mad or...?

Opening your suddenly dry mouth to scream, you were put to a stop by his soft lips roughly being pushed against yours. You struggled to breathe as he kissed you with such fervor, as if he was never going to pull away.

And when he did, you were panting with flushed lips and an even hotter face. Feeling both embarrassed and happy that you can breathe normally again.

His psychotic, purple, irises traced over your figure with a deranged smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"I'm surprised you haven't fought against me this whole time, Y/n!" He giggled, "Hee hee... you've probably decided to submit to me already..."

"P- please..." you swallowed hard, "just let me go..."

Kokichi shook his head, "I can't do that. You're finally safe with me..."

"Forever."

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[elliewilliams4eva]

thinking about lip gallagher x reader in his slut college era...remember the time he landed in the hospital after someone called and he got all mad?? a one shot is brewing...

lip gallagher x reader

warnings- mentions of alcohol and alcohol poisoning, hospitals, swearing, pretty much it!

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"Hey! Couple hurricane shots for you, for you, and one for me". I hear a voice say behind the makeshift bar, handing a couple of bright red shots to some girls.

I take in the sight of the boy. His hair was touseled, wearing an obnoxious glittery gold vest over normal clothes with green makeup on the side of his face, a cigarette now back on his lips after taking the shot.

I decide to approach him as I see the girls leaving.

"Hey, Hurricane shot?" He asks, barely glancing at me, not waiting for a response as he pours one.

"What's in a Hurricane Shot?" I ask, bemused.

He shrugs with a slight laugh, "I don't fuckin' know, whatever alcohol the sorority chicks could get their hands on."

I laugh, answering his previous question, "Nah, I'm okay. I don't drink." He looks at me strangely as if sobriety a foreign concept to him.

"What, like, ever?" He asks for clarification, downing the shot he made for me along with another one.

"Yea, don't really get the appeal. Besides, these parties are hilarious when you're sober enough to see the stupid shit drunk people do." I snicker, pointing at a couple grinding on each other on the dance floor, lacking any rhythm whatsoever.

We share a laugh before i say, "Alright I gotta go, have to make sure my stupid drunk friends aren't doing stupid drunk things." I smile at him before turning around to leave.

"Wait," he grabs onto my wrist lightly, "what's your name?" he inquires with a slight smile, clearly drunk.

I smile, "Ivy. you?"

"Lip"

I smile with my brows furrowed, and I point to my own lips, asking for confirmation. He laughs at the gesture and nods, as I give him a grin and walk away.

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Lip groggily opens his eyes, squinting as the light intrudes his sleep. Groaning, he looks around to examine his environment. Big fluorescent lights, pale white walls, an IV? He looks down to see himself dressed in hospital gowns.

"Hello?" He groans out, voice raspy from the night before.

A nurse comes in to replace his iv, glancing at him.

"Oh good, you're awake." She says.

He looks at her weirdly, "The fuck am I here for?"

"Alcohol poisoning", she starts, "You could've died boy. Lucky that girl called for 911."

He shakes his head, "What girl?"

She smiles slightly, "Said her name was Ivy Blair. She seemed real worried. She's in the waiting room right now, I can call her in." The nurse offers.

He's too dazed to reply, so the nurse leaves, and Ivy comes in shortly after.

He examines her frame. She's still wearing the same tank top and jeans as the night before, eyes tired and fidgeting with the hem of her top as she begins to talk.

"You're alive." She breaths out, "for a second there I thought you were a goner."

Lip looks at her with disdain. "The fuck is this? What you don't drink so you're tryna punish me for doing it?"

Ivy blinks in confusion, "Pun- what? You were passed out. I shook you, slapped you, and you still didn't wake up. Lip I thought you were dead, so I called 911. Y'know, like how your supposed to?"

He grits his teeth and stares at her, "Yea well, because of you, instead of sleeping it off I got a ride in an ambulance and an IV full of salt water," he shakes his arm with the IV to accentuate his point, "you know what the hospital charges for that? two grand. So next time mind your fucking business."

Ivys eyes narrow as she takes in his words, "Look, I don't know what world you live in, but you don't 'sleep off' alcohol poisoning. you die from it. But yea, i'm so fucking sorry for saving your life. I'll try to refrain myself from calling the police the next time i see you passed out in your own piss." she says, her voice raising as she got more defensive.

He scoffs, "Where the fuck do you think im gonna get 2 grand from huh? You-you didn't 'save' anything you screwed me over."

Rolling her eyes, Ivy turns on her heels "Yea two grand, as opposed to the 15 that funerals cost. Fuck you Lip."

She storms out of the room, as Lip lies there, trying to catch up.

He's discharged a couple hours later, limping his way to the front desk to figure out a payment plan, physically grimacing at the thought.

"Lip Gallagher? No need! Your bill has been paid." The receptionist said with a kind smile.

He squints his eyes in confusion, "Wh- by who?" he sputters out.

"Uhh," the woman mutters, before clicking around on his computer some more, "Says here it was paid by an 'Ivy Blair'. Girlfriend?" She asks kindly.

Lip shakes his head absentmindedly, leaving the hospital.

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The next day, Lip wakes up- from his bed this time- and has a mission in his mind. He asks around, trying to see if anyone knows where Ivy lives.

He receives no answers, most of them just shoving past him, far too focused on their own lives.

He walks around more, about to lose hope when he sees a figure reading on the steps outside the library.

Sighing, Lip lightly jogs over, and says, "How much was it? I'll pay you back."

Ivy jumps, not realizing someone was behind her. Once she realizes who, she rolls her eyes and turns back around. Lip, somehow, takes this as an opportunity to sit on the steps next to her.

"I don't need your money Lip." she says bitterly, flipping a page in her book.

He sighs, running his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of the situation.

"So what- I mean, what's your angle here?" He asked genuinely confused.

This makes Ivy close her book and turn to him, "Lip what the fuck are you talking about? Angle? I don't have a goddamn angle asshole I was just trying to help!" She says, exasperated.

Lip is at a loss for words. Tricks, manipulation? those were things he was equipped to handle. 'Just wanting to help' was not.

"I-" he begins, not really knowing how to end it.

"Thank you..." he mutters out, as if he's ashamed to say the words.

Her eyes close as she sighs, tone softer then before, "I'm not after you Lip. Not everyone is."

He sighs and nods. "Alright look, let me at least make it up to you. I'll uh- get you lunch, or do your homework for you or some shit." He tries, looking at her.

A smile graces her face, one that makes Lip short circuit momentarily, "Actually, lunch doesn't sound awful." They share their information and set up a date.

Lip smiles as he gets up, head down. He looks at her before walking away and says, "See you then."

[monsterlimbs]

Okay third "sympathetic big bad" from bg3 post for Ketheric because he is the one guy that I think most can sympathize with, and he's truly the easiest to sympathize with.

Some horrible day, your beautiful Melodia, your darling wife, dies, protecting your daughter. You grieve horribly, but you keep going for your children. Everything for them.

Your daughter brings home a fucking IMMORTAL Aasimar, child of a god and declares her as her lover. A child or your god, yes, who you've known so far to be good, sure, BUT STILL A CHILD OF A GOD. It almost makes it worse that the Aasimar is a child of your god, considering you raised your daughter, per your wife's wishes, to trust Selûne, and you're worried that this Aasimar may use this to her advantage. And they're so in love yes, but that's such a scary power dynamic for you- what if Aylin asks your daughter to do something she's not ready for? How OLD is that Aasimar? And how could you live with yourself if your daughter was put into an unsafe situation, simply because you didn't put your foot down? So, you do, and your daughter's angry. Of course she's angry, you're telling her that her and her girlfriend can't be together, but she has to come around eventually, she has to understand what a horrible power dynamic that is.

And worse, worse than when your wife died, you're told your daughter, precious, sweet, innocent Isobel, is dead (who I believe was killed by Halsin in self defense with the Sorrow glaive, even though that content has since been cut from the game but y'know! so essentially, his daughter, in his mind, was killed by a damn druid, the guys who were supposed to be PEACEFUL). You spiral, of course you do, your precious baby is dead, how could you not? And when your god, Selûne, damned mother of that damned Aasimar, ignores your prayers to have your baby back, you turn to her sister, Shar. And Shar, for a moment, helps relieve your loss. In return for killing Selûnites, the same wretched folk that turned against you in your grieving, she rewards you, turns you immortal by letting you imprison that Aasimar that took a liking to your daughter. You're more than pleased to do so, to lock what you believe is a predatory Selûnite up. Shar helps soften your loss.

And then she lets you die to Harpers of all people, and uses you as a way to release the Shadow Curse.

You're revived (I like to believe by Balthazar), and shown the way of Myrkul's path, and HE, is the one to bring your baby back, a century after her fall. You're happily indebted to him, to have your child alive again, anything and more for your baby.

....But she's mad at you. She won't talk to you. She looks at you like you're a monster. She's STILL upset over you forbeying her and Aylin's love, and even more now that she knows you've been using her as a means for immortality. She doesn't get how much you did for her, even while she was gone. You've practically forgotten about all else besides her, and it hurts so bad knowing your baby is not only angry at you, but thinks of you as a MONSTER. You know she'll come around, though. ...And she's now running from you and hiding in the Last Light Inn.

Eventually, you send a Fist to get her and bring her back, and either, your daughter has been killed AGAIN by some random wretched folk- oh gods it's not random is it? That's Durge. OR, she survives and is brought back to you, OR she survives and is even angrier at you now. She doesn't see how much shit you've waded through, just for her. She only sees a man who's "gone too far". She doesn't even know how far you'd go, to keep her safe. Everything and more, just to keep her safe.

Whether she's with you or not, one day you wake to a suddenly... off feeling. ....Fuck, why do you feel so odd? FUCK, your immortality's gone, you can feel it. Your wounds don't close, you're vulnerable. And it's all the problem of, either, the folk that kept your daughter from being returned to you, or the folk who killed her and sent her back.

And once, Ketheric truly was redeemable. But now, he gets SO, SO, SO close and then Aylin's like "nah he'd NEVER surrender, isn't that right, you worm?" and he gets up and is like "oh fuck you" and every chance is gone. Then you see him again, and he's already decided, he WON'T grovel again. He's gone too far, he sees it now. Sweet, precious Isobel was right. There's no coming back from this. And if you try to convince him he's worthy of redemption, he selflessly gives up and his god ixnays his retreat. And otherwise, he may go down yes.... But if he's going down, so are you.

And then he dies. He dies knowing he's given up everything for his daughter, cursed an entire land, caused Hell for everyone, and that his daughter, sweet Isobel, doesn't even think he's her father anymore. In her eyes, he's so far gone that he's not even the same man.

[cyxnidx]

EXPRESSIONS !

characters: soap, horangi, keegan

content: semi-fluffy x smutty, a little bit of passive aggression in keegans and maybe horangi?

a/n: love the idea of a stoic reader with expressive partners omfg. this took wayy longer than it probably should've.

JOHN 'SOAP' MCTAVISH

strangely enough, he adores the fact that you're quite stoic in the face.

he actually prefers it.

when talking to you casually and he says something that catches you so off guard you make a visible expression? he gets so giddy.

you blink, haulting in action as you stare at the man in front of you, a stupid grin across his face. which, in contrast to your visually concerned expression, is odd to see. though, in his eyes, this is like getting a little kid that was too shy to even look at him moments ago to become a giggling mess - he feels accomplished.

he makes it a personal goal to get you to laugh at least once, every day.

especially since it seems like he's the only man alive to actually get a laugh out of you.

you look around, quiet and confused on why everyone was laughing at a joke one of the soldiers had said moments ago. though, when you look at soap, he makes a face. a face you recognize, and a face you find quite childish - almost like something an adult would make to a child. but, in contrast to the classic joke that was slid earlier, you begin to giggle at the funny face. "jeez, mctavish. tell me, what's ya' trick for gettin' the lil lady to laugh?" a voice asks.

soap can't help but laugh, nearly boasting about how you receive his odd actions as entertainment.

though, he still has no real idea of why exactly you let em do it.

now sexually? oh boy.

as stoic as you are, you're just as, if not more quiet. so when he gets the chance? he pushes every button possible.

sometimes it's like a primal need - to hear you is a gift. a moan, a small curse, whimper, uneven breathing. anything.

soap thrusts with precision, hands on your waist as he watches your expression closely. he knows your enjoying it, he can feel it. but that's not exactly what he's looking for. and almost like clockwork, he hears a whimper. something small, something most would push off and forget about - but not him. that? that was a door of opportunity for him. getting back to position, he thrusts in that same area, arousal growing when he hears your whimpers and groans turn into full fledged moans and pleas of pleasure. "that's right, lemme hear you, pretty. l'me hear your pretty little noises, yeah? doin' so good f'me."

HORANGI

he finds it odd at first. he never really got to explore it much, he never thought to.

somehow overlooked it?

"i didn't notice how.. stoic, you were." he mentions, completely randomly. you blink, tilting your head, hinting confusion. "what do you mean?" "you don't express much in the face, y'know?" you hum, continuing back to your previous task. "how did you not notice?" horangi shrugs. "i've never cared to look so closely."

after that, he pays more attention to your stoicism.

not only does it notice it's a bit creepy, but almost challenging.

"what's it gonna take to get an expression outta you?" he questions, placing a finger on your forehead. and as he looks at you, he notices your eyes drop a bit lower than normal, eyebrows a little too relaxed compared to what he's used to and he backs up a step or two. the glare you give him is unsettling, and if looks could kill? he'd be dead. "damn, baby, is that how you look at your enemies before killin' em?" you only roll your eyes. "and that's the last time you'll see me willingly give express myself physically."

to get you to express something is a bit difficult for him.

except for you glaring at him like he slapped a close family member.

but then, of course, what if your expressions weren't exactly voluntary?

and that's how he found yourself between your legs, watching as every move he made evicted an expression.

"why, there we are.." he smirks, licking his lips from the orgasm he just brought you to. "you sound so pretty moaning, baby." he kisses you, "n' you look even prettier coming on my face." you look down at him, still sighing heavily from your high. "suck a dick." "that's no way to thank me, but alright.."

KEEGAN

he understands it, to an extent. he made an effort to be close friends with you before asking you out.

he likes to annoy you, a lot.

just to see you get a little irritated, to see the rather dull look in your eyes light up a bit. even if it is with a little fire.

"keegan, can you please get the fuck on." you warn, tired of his constant teasing. though, he stops for a moment and pouts. "you mad at me, baby?" "no, i'm fucking ecstatic." you say sarcastically. "oh, come on. nothings wrong with a little friendly fire." "everything is wrong with friendly fire right now."

he's literally like a little ball of curiosity when it comes to you.

he craves more - more knowledge, more experience.

sometimes he just does dumb shit. why? no reason.

creeping up behind you, keegan pinches at your arm, eyes full of curiosity when he watches you jump slightly and turn to look at him. "what the fuck." you say flatly. "i love you," he says with a goofy ass smile.

he likes to see watch and see how you always seem to try to hold yourself together sexually.

it literally seems like every time he's mildly teasing you, it's like you want more but holding yourself back.

you sigh, resting your head against the cupboard behind you. keegan has you sitting on a counter in the kitchen, and seconds ago his lips and hands were all over you. until he stopped. "what is it, baby?" he questions, looking at you knowingly. you chuckle, mildly annoyed. "nothing, you fuck."

he loves to get a rise out of you, especially sexually. he soaks in every expression and little noise that escapes your pretty lips.

fingers up your cunt, keegan finds himself grinning as he watches your hips grind in synchronicity with his fingers while your usual neutral expression is now contorted with pleasure and desire. though, that feeling is stopped when he removes his fingers from your cunt before licking your juices off his fingers greedily. only to be met with one of your burning gazes. "what is it? somethin' you wanna tell me?" he tempts, watching you frown at the lack of pleasure now.

[rpmemes-galore]

Jaws ... sentence starters

"It ate the light."

"That's some bad hat."

"Don't go in the water."

"Smile, you son-of-a...!"

"Maybe I should go alone."

"He didn't eat a car, did he?"

"You knew it was dangerous!"

"This was no boating accident."

"No. It was only local jurisdiction."

"You're gonna need a bigger boat."

"Where is that tooth? Did you see it?"

"If you want to stay alive, then ante up."

"I helped tow it in, you should've seen it!"

"Oh, uh, that's a tattoo, I got that removed."

"Did you notify the Coast Guard about this?"

"I don't have to take this abuse much longer."

"No, I didn't see it. He dropped it on the way in."

"Trying to get retribution against a fish is crazy."

"What are you? Some kind of half-assed astronaut?"

"I'll catch this bird for you, but it ain't gonna be easy."

"We've never had that kind of trouble in these waters."

"It’s not a murderer. It’s just obeying its own instincts."

"She’s nice enough, but she’s got the IQ of an artichoke."

"I thought he was asleep, reached over to wake him up…"

"Well, I guess it would be the only way to confirm it, huh?"

"Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…"

"I value my neck a lot more than three thousand bucks, chief."

"Two people were killed in a week and it's gonna happen, again."

"The odds might be good, but the stakes were prohibitively high."

"You can't go off half-cocked looking for vengeance against a fish."

"Y'know, that was the time I was most frightened, waiting for my turn."

"I don't think you appreciate the gut reaction people have to these things."

"But still my boy is dead now. And there's nothing you can do about it."

"You're not gonna have a summer unless you deal with this problem!"

"That's why you're gonna sign this, and we're gonna pay that guy what he wants!"

"We're really a little anxious that you're, ah, you're rushing into something serious here."

"I'm not going to waste my time arguing with a man who's lining up to be a hot lunch."

"And there's no limit of what he's going to do. I mean we've already had three incidents."

"Intellectually, they knew a great deal. Practically, they chose to know almost nothing."

"Isn't it true that most people are attacked by sharks in three feet of water and about ten feet from the beach?"

"That's right! You were! You were acting in the town's best interest, and that's why you're gonna do the right thing!"

"Other fish run from bigger things. That’s their instinct. But this fish doesn’t run from anything. He doesn’t fear."

"I think that I am familiar with the fact that you are going to ignore this particular problem until it swims up and bites you in the ass!"

"The past always seems better when you look back on it than it did at the time. And the present never looks as good as it will in the future."

[konigsblog]

Hi, i like your yandere series.. I’m not sure if you have done it yet, I would like to request what if reader falls in love with yandere cod after being kidnapped?

Tq 🫶🏻🫶🏻

what if reader falls inlove with yandere cod after being kidnapped?

warnings: stockholm syndrome, angst, yandere behaviour, obsessive behaviour, brief kidnapping mention, guilt tripping, manipulative behaviour: i do not condone any yandere behaviour, this is all fiction.

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ghost is the yandere who will guilt trip you into loving him, he has a plan, a plan thats been set out and in action ever since he first kidnapped you.

he'll make sure you're happy, whether thats watching tv - with simon of course - or maybe it's playing a puzzle. "enjoying that, hm?" his voice beamed happily behind you, watching over you waiting for you to place the next piece. you nodded your head, "yes, thank you." he smiled broadly at you.

or on movie nights he'd let you pick, "what movie d'you want?" he'd ask, your head rested on his chest. "can we watch a horror?" your eyes looked into his, as he smirked. "'course." he knew you'd be cuddling up to him in a matter on minutes.

the first time he heard you admit it, it felt like his heart that was once broken and cold had been fixed and warmed up. he was lying down in bed, "goodnight baby, i love you." he'd squeeze your cheeks. "i love you too." he didn't notice immediately, but seconds after he looked down at you with wide eyes.

this was part of his plan, why was he so shocked now? this was what he wanted. for you to love and give in to him, and now it finally happened.

**

soap is a love bomber, he's kinda forceful with it. forcing you to mutter out, "love you." before he'd leave you be. maybe demanding for you to sit on his lap and kiss him while he mutters in your ear, "i love you so much!" and if you didn't immediately respond with a "love you too." he'd guilt trip you.

"what? you don't love me, lass?" hs leaned back, his head tilted to the side as his menacing eyes stared into yours. "love you, johnny-" his lips would crash against yours.

but of course, everyone knows the difference between; "love you" and "i love you." one has more of a emotional attachment to it.

"goodnight, bonnie. i love you." he'd mumble, pulling you closer to him. over time you had grown closer to him, maybe it was the lack of human interaction with more than just johnny, but eventually you gave in to him. "i love you, johnny..." you'd cry into his chest, desperate for anyone to love you, to speak to you and remind you that you alive and not dead.

**

price is a bit aggressive with his love. doing paperwork he'd ground you on his lap, demanding you to show him even a ounce of love. "you're a good girl, y'know?" he utter out in your ear, continuing with his paperwork.

or on other days, he'd please you. massaging your back - we all know how that ends - of playing with your hair, brushing it out.

anytime he'd see you a smile would be stuck on his face, unable to remove it. permanent when he was with you. "john?" you ask, his ears perked at your voice as he turned his head towards you. "yes, my love?" his eyes full of care. "do you really mean it when you say you love me?" the only reason you'd ask this was because you, who had been kidnapped, were starting to fall for him.

"of course i do, why would you ask that?" his hands grabbed your face, cupping your cheeks and giving a peck to your forehead. "i... just, i love you too." his eyes lit up at your words, finally, you loved him. he kissed you aggressively, longing on for a bit before pulling away. "i'm so happy you said that, dear."

**

gaz is a manipulated. he will manipulate you, and morph your feelings into what he wants. it's a bit selfish, but he can't help it. kidnapping for your own benefit is selfish, he knows that.

one night he had let you outside to star gaze with him, something you had begged him for the past several weeks. "thank you, kyle." you cuddle into his chest as a cold breeze came past you.

"y'know you mean a lot to me?" his voice was tired, laced with sleep as he pulled you into a kiss, slow and deep. "baby, i love you so much."

tears came to your eyes, you just wanted to be loved after being kidnapped. "please..-" you began, "i love you, please just love me too.-" you cried into his shoulder.

confused, he asked you, "baby? i do love you, what do you mean?" his voice calm and full with worry and concern. "then why are you slowly hurting me? slowly dragging me down? if you loved you wouldn't put me through the grief and pain of having to leave my family, my life. you don't actually love me." the wind blew, silence filled the air. only the leaves blowing was what could be heard, along with your cries.

**

alejandro, a gaslighter at heart. anything you say will be misinterpreted into something else. something that'll benefit him.

anything you say will be morphed into something that he thinks is appropriate, "don't be selfish. you asked for this, some people don't get loved like you do."

he had made dinner, a traditional food that he loved. "eat up, mi princesa." he was glad to be sharing a favourite of his. you both spoke, the more you spoke them more you felt comfortable with him.

the tv was on, your face covered the screen with text underneath it. hs saw your eyes, widened with tears and mouth slightly agape. sudden appetite loss was present. "amor, please." he began as you stood up, "sit down." you complied, hiding your face with your hands.

he removed your hands, "i love you. say it with me." he begged, "alejandro please.." you didn't want to admit these feelings, pushing them away. "i love you too.."

**

könig is a love bomber, making sure that you never feel unloved. he makes sure you know that your loved, kissing you anytime possible, his hands never leaving your body. "mausi.." he whispered in your ear as you cried.

you had been crying about your past, your once life that you loved so dearly had been ripped from your hands. "könig why!!" you begged, you loved him, you blamed him for falling in love. how much he cared and loved you only made you fall deeper.

your cursed yourself, how could you have fallen so low? fallen for a kidnapper, "kleiner hase, please don't push these feelings away. let them stay." könig pleaded with you.

"i don't understand, why me though?" confusion was all that you could think about, even through your tears that stained your puffy face. "because, i love you! you know this, i would never let you feel unloved. prinzessin, i would do anything for you. anything you want, just i can't have you go, i couldn't bare to be without you." his voice rung your ears, your heart warmed at his words but your brain gagged at the idea. "i just...- i know that, i know you love me. but, what i can't understand is why i love you!!"

his hands shook as his smile widened, "you love me?! really? baby i love you so much, it's unimaginable." he squeezed you to his chest, his heart beating a thousand times at once. you whined, gripping at his shirt. he wiped his eyes, you realised he was crying. "you love me."

**

graves is pure evil, will gaslight you and manipulate you into loving him whilst telling you everything you apparently said.

"you said you loved me a few days ago, go on, say it again." a lie came out his mouth, you never admitted that. never thought you would, "i don't think i did..." you uttered quietly, "so you don't love me, hm? after everything i do for you." his voice was laced with anger, not getting his way. a spoilt brat at heart. "all of this..." he gestured around him. "this is for you, yet you don't appreciate it." he backed you against the couch, sitting you down as he stood infront of you.

"phillip- please..." you pleaded with him, not wanting to admit that you were so desperate for any love. "admit it, we both know it." phillip demanded you, you whined and shook, a few stray tears fell down your face as you covered them. "i..." you began, "i love you." finally, admitted it. a weight was taken off your shoulders only for another to be placed. "that's it doll, we love eachother. don't we?"

your eyes were wet, cheeks glistened from the light. "of course we do..." you leaned into him. "we love eachother."

[naughtypastas]

⚠️ Content warnings ⚠️

Attempted trafficking, kidnapping, Nondetailed vomit scene. Bimbo adjacent reader. Murder and violence and what not but it's creepypasta so that's expected lmaoooo

I've had this idea farting around in my head for a while so I'm bringing it here :]

The premise is a group of believed drug traffickers or otherwise shady folks take shelter in one of the dilapidated buildings within the Slenderman's woods. There's quite a few of them and they have guns, making them quite the challenge for the more human proxies to take care of. So, Slenderman himself in all his entity tentacle glory, decides to rid the pests off his territory himself.

Y'know it's a bloodbath and what not, mind melting horror for the dumbasses that decided yeah sure let's just set up shop in Slenderman's woods yeah no biggy for sure, the works. But what if right at the end, there's these muffled panic noises coming from a lil ol chest freezer in the corner of the room.

Like one of these bad boys but big enough for a body lmao.

And Slenderman is like "....?" So he pops it open and gasp!! There's y/n!!! Stripped to their underwear, tied up and gagged- and not particularly in any good shape. Choking on and laying in a growing pool of their own vomit. Their panicked, not-entirely-there eyes keep darting around, struggling to focus on anything. And slendy is like damn... They were human traffickers too :/.

So he picks you up out of the freezer thing and undoes your gag so you can y'know... Vomit properly and not choke ! What a gentleman. Turns out, you're puking up poison/sedatives the dead traffickers tried feeding you too much of. Slenderman is moreso impressed you're even alive with how much poison was clearly pumped into your body- and how you're rejecting it out now rather than just dying. But you're panicked, and the smell of blood death and rot is not helping your stomach.

Sooooo like what if he took you home and nursed you back to health and kept you as a little pet for the creeps to get some lovings from bc ur just so cute and strong and sweet and u got a nice rack/ass 🥺 👉👈