#'walk somewhere else' i cant. is the thing. i can see their house from the end of mine. i can't just

[mojaves]

people across the street have a huge dog that i think would 100% be able to jump over their garden wall at the front of the house if it tried. and then just. let it wander around anyway even though it has proven itself to be kind of aggressive!!!! and they don't care!!!!!!!!

[im-so-normal-iswear]

Amy Rose, Blaze The Cat and Sonic (separate) X Reader in:

where the characters are in the other room doing whatever until they suddenly hear the reader in another room saying stuff that sounds rather suggestive, so when they come over to check what the heck is he doing, turns out he is doing something mundane and not doing anything suggestive despite how it sounds out of context.

A/n: I couldn't think of like a name to put for this

TW: SUGGESTIVE

Amy:

Amy was reading a magazine, she was at your house currently in your living room, you being just the room over. She enjoys your company, even if you two didnt even really interact, you being in the vicinity was enough for her.

"Bleh, why is it so hard?"

Amys ears perked up. What? No. Thats bad, she shouldnt assume things just by one small thing heard.

"Im surprised it got so big"

W h a t.

She didn't see you walk into your room with you, what was happening? Seriously what?? Maybe its a coincidence, maybe right? After all, who would do that while someown is iver. No one right?

"This is so hard, can I even like eat this?"

...

She sat horrified for a moment. Gross! Seriously? SERIOUSLY?? How dare you, WHILE, shes over nonetheless??

She took a firm grip on her hammer, flustered as her ears pinned to her head. She stood up, marching over to your door.

She reached for the handle, hesitating amoment before shaking off said hesitantions and grabbing the knob and swinging it open.

"now just WHAT is going on here-..."

You looked up at her, crouched down, bowl in hand and a rice spoon in the other. A rice cooker was sat tight infront of you.

"..."

"..."

Amy lowered her hammer, taking a deep breath, still recovering.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

You looked down to the rice cooker than up at her a few times.

"Making rice... I uh.. Got a new rice cooke-"

"I can see that" Amy sighed as she put a hand to her head. "What was with all that stuff earlier?"

"Oh, well, i messed the rice up, didnt add enough water, and now its all hard, im surprised it managed to rise at all because of how hard it is."

"..."

"Amy... You.. Okay?"

"Forget it."

Blaze:

She was over at your house, it was rare she visited your dimension, but when she did, she always wished to make a pit stop at uour house, she enjoyed your company.

When she stopped at your house, you gave brewed her tea, after all, shes a princess, and uh, princesses like tea right? While the tea you served her wasnt nearly as high quality as the one she usually drinks, she appreciated the effort.

Really, you were a very enjoyable person to be around. When you finished giving her tea, you excused yourself somewhere else, she nodded, understanding. Currently she was reading a book, while taking sips of her cup here and there.

"Gh- so... Tight.."

Your voice cracked through the air, it was breathy and light.

Immediately her ears twitched as she paused mid sip, wide eyed.

She hadn't meant to eaves drop, but now she is concerned.

No. It couldn't possibly.

"I cant, get. It. Out."

...

Blaze sat up, beelining toward the room you were in, whirling around the corner to see what in the world you were up to.

She saw you with a remote and screwdriver attempting to unscrew it to no avail.

She stood in silence for a couple moments before you glanced up.

"Oh, hi blaze, i was just trying to switch these batteries, ao we could watch a movie"

Blaze was silent for a moment before extending her hand. "Give it to me, I'll do it"

"You sure? I mean, its like really in there-"

"Im sure"

Sonic:

You’re in your room, trying to set up something that, to your misfortune, had proven way more complicated than expected. It’s a lazy day at home, and Sonic’s taken up a spot on your couch, sprawling out like he owns the place. He’s flipping through channels on the TV, a little bored but content to just chill in your company.

It’s peaceful until you let out an exasperated groan from the other room.

"Theres too much of it..."

Sonic’s ears twitch, but he doesn’t move. It’s not unusual for you to talk to yourself, and he’s gotten used to tuning it out. "What are they even doing in there?" he mutters to himself, shaking his head.

A beat passes, and then he hears your voice again.

"Why is it so sticky?"

The remote slips from Sonic’s hand, clattering onto the floor. His eyes widen as his brain processes what he just heard. Okay, that sounded… not great. He leans forward slightly, his spines bristling.

Another moment of silence. Sonic tells himself not to jump to conclusions, but his curiosity is getting the better of him.

Then you add, "Ugh, it’s getting everywhere!"

Sonic bolts upright, his mind running a mile a minute. What the heck is going on in there? He rubs the back of his neck, trying to play it cool even though his face is heating up. Surely you wouldn’t be- no, there’s no way. Right? But still, those noises and your weird comments are enough to make him suspicious.

"Y/N?" he calls out, his voice a little higher-pitched than usual. XEverything okay in there?"

You don’t respond immediately, too focused on whatever you’re doing, and Sonic’s imagination starts to spiral. The possibilities bounce around in his head, none of them remotely innocent. It’s driving him nuts. Finally, he can’t take it anymore.

"Alright, I’m coming in!" he announces, standing and darting toward your room before you can protest.

He skids to a stop at your doorframe, blue blur coming to an abrupt halt as he takes in the scene.

There you are, sitting cross-legged on the floor with a jar of honey, large bowl, and other small jars and bottles close to you. A spoon was in your hand. There was honey all over the jar

You glance up at him, blinking in confusion at his sudden entrance. "Hey, Sonic. What’s up?"

Sonic just stares at you, his brain trying to catch up.

"...Honey?" he finally asks, his voice flat.

"Yeah." You hold up the sticky jar. "I was trying to make this skincare mask i saw inline, so i bought honey for it, but when i brought it here, i severely underestimated how stucky it is, its just getting on everything"

There’s a long pause. Sonic presses his palm to his forehead, dragging it down his face as he exhales loudly.

"Seriously, Y/N?" he groans. "You had me thinking- ugh, never mind. Forget it."

You tilt your head, utterly baffled. "Thinking what?"

"Nothing! Forget I said anything!"

[ogviceversa]

Billy’s College Adventure Part 3

Samuel:

“Good Morning,” says Billy to me from my body.I almost have to do a double take after seeing myself laying next to me.

“Morning,” I say with a grin.

“So it’s Saturday, what do you have planned for us Mr. Bodythief?,”

“Well you’re gonna just have to dressed to find out,” I say back.

“Booooo!!!”

I stand up and Billy tosses a pillow at me.

“Relax! I’ll tell you more, let’s just get ready,” I say winking at him.

We both get dressed and it took all of my energy not to ask him if we could hook up in the shower.

I’m starting to really like Billy but I have this weird thing about getting too attached to a guy. Especially with the assholes I’ve dated in the past. I’ve just been burned too many times although Billy seems different…

I don’t know…I just don’t want him to think I’m too clingy. Which I now realize is an oxymoron since we are literally in each other’s bodies.

Anyways enough about my feels.

Billy and I head back to my apartment.

“This place looks familiar,” says Billy sarcastically.

“It’s not much especially compared to your place but it’s my temporary home,” I say back.

“Ohhh come this isn’t bad at all!”

“Billy you’re in a full ass house,” I say rolling my eyes.

“Okay, you’re right. I’m just the rich privileged kid.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re at least aware,” I say pushing your shoulder.

“So what’s the game plan? Are we just gonna stand around in your apartment?”

“ No. I need the book that my great uncle left me.”

I head into my room and open up my closet. I grab the book from the top shelf.

“So Billy, are you ready to put your powers to test?”

“Geez, I think so.”

“Good!”

I start scrolling through the book digging for the part where it talks about the power of having to swappers.

“Here it is!”

I’d start skimming through it and get to a specific part.

I start reading aloud, “ one swapper is powerful, but their abilities can be limited… but with two swappers now that’s some real power. Rarely in our culture you will see two swappers who are capable of getting along… But if two swappers can conjoin powers together, they can do some really interesting things. For instance, swapping and creating a new reality . Two swappers have the ability to swap two individuals bodies, and change the perception of reality where both individuals think that the body they are in has always been their body. Essentially, neither one of them know that they are swapped and everyone else around them thinks that has been their body the whole time.”

I stopped reading for a second and look up a Billy to see what his thoughts were about what I just read.

“ are you gonna keep going?”

“ well yeah, what do you think though?”

“ I think that’s pretty freaking cool. I mean it could be a little bit messed up, but I’m kind of interested to try it.”

“ Really? Are you 100% sure?”

“ yeah let’s do it!”

I continue to read the rest of the page and I get through all of the instructions.

“ OK Billy, now we have to find some guinea pigs.”

“ I mean, should we start with someone we know or try it with a stranger first?”

“ Well I think I controlled environment would be best. Somewhere where we cant let them walk away and lose them immediately after the swap.”

“Smart!”

“ I’m a genius right? Also, Billy, this doesn’t have to be the first one we try.”

“Wait, what else can two swappers do?”

“Do you want me to tell you about all the other swap powers or can I jump right to the one I really want to try?”

"HOW MANY MORE ARE THERE?!?"

"Let's start with this one, third party possession. Or I like to call it-- a person puppet. Basically one of us can take over someone body without leaving the one we are in habiting. It's like two bodies at once."

"Does that person know that you or I have taken over their body?"

"No... I have read this one over a couple of times now. Basically they will be in a unaware state while one of us are in control."

"Okay, I guess that one sounds less chaotic. Who should we try it on?"

I thought about it for a minute and then I had someone in mind. I peaked out at the window to see if my neighbor was home.

"I got someone who could work," I say with a mischievous grin.

“Who?”

“My neighbor Reid, you’ll like him or at least his body lol.”

“Wait am I going to possess him?!?”

“Yeah, I think you’ll like it.”

“Fuck, fine! Let’s do this!!”

I grab Billy’s or I guess my hands and say, “I want you to focus. Thinking about all of your powers almost like you’re about to swap with someone, okay?”

“Got it.”

“Now close your eyes and picture a part of yourself floating out of my body, not all of yourself… just a part.”

“Okay…”

“Can you see it?”

It takes a minute for Billy to focus but then I see our hands and they start glowing a bit.

“I can see it,” he says softly.

“Great, now picture that second half of you floating out the window to the house door.”

Billy’s closed eyes move shut.

“I’m in the neighbor’s house… I can see everything inside. Wait, I hear someone… sleeping… now I’m in his room. Holy shit! I can see him!!”

“Really?!? Now Billy this is what you’re going to do next, float into him. Doesn’t matter how you do it.”

Billy’s eyes spring open and he says, “I’m in him. I feel his body… it’s so strange Sam. I’m him and I’m me.”

“Well come on over lol!”

“Okay one sec.”

A few minutes later and our front door swings open. It’s my neighbor’s body.

“What’s up you sexy fellas!!”

I turn to Billy and then back at Reid’s body as they are both grinning cheek to cheek.

I watch as Billy coordinates Reid’s body over to a chair.

“Look at these muscles Sam!,” says Reid’s body

“Fuck this is so hot! I’m watching myself control him, it’s like I can do some kind of strange role play. Wait a minute!!”

Reid’s body tugs off his tank top and then his shoes and socks.

He stares down at the giant feet and says, “they’re big.”

I watch as he picks up foot and smells it. He rubs Reid face all over his massive foot.

“This is so wrong but I’m so turned on. You’re gonna either have to watch or join us.”

Billy still in my body walks over to the giant hunk and reaches into his shorts.

They say in unison, “that feels good.”

I was starting to get hard just watching both bodies interact. Billy started running my hands over Reid’s muscles.

He pulls off Reid shorts and underwear. His dick comes out and both of us marvel at the giant cock.

“Let’s take turns with it,” he says from Reid’s body. “Shit I meant to say that from your body!”

We both laugh and I say, “All good lol, bedroom?”

“Great idea! You fellas are gonna have fun with me aren’t you? Especially this giant cock!,” says Reid’s body standing up while shaking his dick.

“Yes sir,” I say to him.

Billy picks me up in Reid’s arms and carries me to my bed.

We all three climb in and Billy asks me, “could you tend Reid’s junk.”

“Sure!!”

I grab onto the massive dick girthy dick. It’s surprising to see just how big it is.

“Are you gonna just stare it or suck it?,” says Reid’s body.

I turn to Billy down by Reid’s feet. He’s giggling and says, “sorry, I have two hard dick right now!”

I try to take as much of Reid’s I could fit in my mouth. It’s just so big. I get the entire thing wet and use a hand to work the shaft and his big hairy balls.

Billy on the other hand pulls off my pants and begins using Reid’s feet for a foot job.

Both of them moan in unison and say, “FUCK! You have no idea how amazing this feels!!”

I pump Reid’s dick faster and faster…

Both of them moan louder and louder….

Billy in my body reaches up under his ass cheeks and fondles his my body’s cock for me.

“LET ME FINISH IN MY MOUTH PLEASE SAM!,” he screams out.

I’m forcing Billy’s throat down on Reid’s dick.

Both of them scream out, “FUCKKKKKKKK!!!!”

That’s when rounds of cum squirt down my throat. It fills my throat and I can’t take anymore.

I look down at Reid’s dick and it’s still pouring more and more out.

Billy in my body cums all over Reid’s feet both of them grinning.

I fall back on the bed and both my body and Reid’s body with Billy still in control use themselves to give me every inch of pleasure.

Billy in my body climbs to my face and start making out. He twist’s his actual body’s sensitive nipples. Meanwhile Reid’s body sucking me off and tickling Billy body’s ballsack.

I can’t only take so much before I blew my load into Reid’s mouth…

All three or two… I don’t know… we just lay back cuddled up.

I turn to Billy in my body and say, “That was amazing.”

Billy grins and says, “we are definitely going to try this again!”

[nadvs]

What if Rafe and his friends goes to a party at her college and a fight happens 😄

Maybe its after a game and Max is jealous because he sees them flirting at the game and then he sees them at the party. Maybe he says something to her and Rafe cant hold back.

omg i LOVE this. protective rafe throwing punches always gets me 👀

based on this fic

» au masterlist

the first time she invites rafe to a party on her campus, especially after he just won a game against her college’s team, he doesn’t even have to think about it. it’s an automatic yes.

but because it’s rafe, he’s casual in his response, giving her a simple, “sure. text me the address.”

he brings a couple of his teammates to the loud frat house, loving the fact that he’s getting dirty looks from some people.

they recognize him as the guy who mercilessly antagonizes his opponents on the court. and if there’s anything rafe likes more than being known for how good he is at his sport, it’s being feared.

when he sees her, rafe approaches her and ducks to kiss her cheek.

he can see that idiot max hammond’s eyes on them. he noticed him scowling at them when rafe was chatting with her after the game. she recently told rafe how just a few days ago, her ex switched up from begging her for a second chance to shit-talking her to school’s team and cheerleaders.

in small, almost imperceptible moments, he’s seen the frustration flash on her face whenever she mentions how max has affected her reputation.

so, his hand slides down her hip and grabs her ass, making her laugh against his chest.

“you know your asshole ex is still hung up on you, right?” he murmurs in her ear over the music. “fuckin’ staring daggers.”

“is that why you’re grabbing my ass?” she says with a smirk.

“that’s part of it.”

she laughs again and shifts to take his hand.

“i’ll take you to the keg,” she says.

he follows her as she walks deeper into the crowded house, her fingers linked around his.

it’s odd how much comfort rafe simply being here brings her. she didn’t think the person to make her feel better after a messy break-up would be a common enemy, the guy known for playing dirty and shouting insults on the court, but she’ll take it.

this thing with rafe did sort of start as a revenge plot, but she stopped caring about that before she even walked out of the bar the night she first spoke with him.

as they fill up their solo cups, she sees max in her peripheral vision. he’s getting closer. and he’s clearly drunk.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” max mutters.

rafe turns, looking down at him. he’s got a few inches on him and he loves to show it.

“celebrating,” rafe replies with a self-assured smile. “we won. did you forget?”

“you can celebrate somewhere else,” he says.

“give it a rest, max,” she sighs.

“nobody’s talking to you,” he says.

“really,” rafe says, his smile disappearing. “you were pretty fucking desperate to talk to her a few days ago, weren’t you?”

max is clearly embarrassed. she’s satisfied.

“that’s none of your business,” max mutters. he looks over at her. “what kind of bullshit have you been spreading?”

“me?” she laughs. “you’re embarrassing yourself. just leave us alone.”

max’s jaw hardens in frustration. she could tell he had quite a few drinks, but when he says his next words, she realizes just how out of his mind drunk he is.

“why are you being such a bitch about this?” he mutters.

within a second, rafe throws a punch, his fist colliding with max’s cheek. the crowd splits in mania. rafe lands another punch. then another.

max lunges low to tackle rafe onto the floor. max’s friends jump in. then, so do rafe’s.

she’s overwhelmed. in shock. frozen. she watches in disbelief. thankfully, a few guys pull them apart.

she’s been at this house before and knows the layout, so when she grips rafe’s bicep, she pulls him towards the door past the kitchen, leading into the backyard away from the chaos.

rafe is heaving, spitting out blood onto the grass. the music is muffled once the door shuts behind them.

“piece of shit,” he mutters. “he’s fucking lucky they pulled me off of him.”

she stares at him with wide eyes. she’s never felt this way with any man before. protected. safe.

so, she gives into her adrenaline-fuelled impulse and hugs him. his chest rises and falls quickly against her cheek. she can feel his pounding heartbeat.

“nobody’s stood up for me like that before,” she admits. “thanks.”

rafe doesn’t say anything for a moment. his reaction wasn’t solely out of hatred of max. it was because he genuinely likes her as a person. and someone upsetting her pisses him off to a ridiculous level.

finally, he places a firm hand on her shoulder. they’ve hooked up countless times now, but this sort of gesture feels out of their element.

“sure,” he says tensely.

she steps back, her eyes on the ground.

“there’s another party down the block if you want to go there instead,” she says.

“alright,” rafe replies.

“hopefully nobody calls me a bitch there.”

his lips pull into a small smile.

“alright,” he echoes. “let’s go.”

[writers-potion]

hi! its fairy anon again, thank you for your suggestions! i know my story sounds very gore heavy with my fairy eating babies worldbuilding but i promise my tone is actually much lighter than that 😭 i was kinda trying to take inspo from old fae stories where children would get lured away and go missing because of fairy antics. but anyway! i really like the idea of a chamber where people cant really see what happens inside. it actually gave me an idea to take that a step further to say that no one in-world actually knows what happens to the babies, so people just assume they get eaten. the idea of babies being whisked away somewhere else somehow, and that the place they get sent is linked to the fairy's longevity, i think is a good way to get my lore across without being gratuitously gorey. id love to know what you think of that idea and definitely would welcome any ideas you have in addition if you have any!

also for clarification, you understood my worldbuilding very well but i made a mistake by saying "enslaved" instead of "imprisoned". each noble house has a fairy living in a cell somewhere in the head of house's estate, and each noble house gets one element. for example, my protagonist is the heir to the house that recieved the ice blessing. but also the whole "fairies eating babies" thing is a secret from the public, the commoners of this kingdom have been fed lies for generations about the ancestors of the nobility saving the fae from extinction, which resulted in the faries "blessing" them. this is their justification for why they should be the ruling elite, despite there being very obvious corruption throughout the nobility

"The Mysterious Cave" Trope

Hi! I'm glad that my ideas helped you :)

I think the best way to further develop this idea of babies being whisked away is to take inspiration from existing ones:

The Piped Piper of Hamlin Type

The imprisoned fairies sing/whisper an enchantment that lures children, who walk voluntarily down to their prisons at night.

The "fairy song" picks up a baby, cradle and all, and delivers it to the fairy waiting in their prison

After that, no one knows what happens to the kids who were taken.

The Arabian Nights Type

In this case, there will be some action required from the child/baby, which will open the doors to the fairy's prison

For example, multiple babies can be brought forth in front of the prison's gates. The first baby to cry will automatically get the gates to open, and he will be claimed by the fairy.

Goldilocks and The Three Bears Type

The child/baby to be given is kept for a while (you can decide for how long) in a special room, fed special meals (this can be related to the particular element that the fairy controls) to optimize them for...consumption.

After the baby has been fed/washed/dressed for the occasion, the fairy can be brought into the chamber, or the babies given away to them in prison.

The Sleeping Beauty/Rapunzel Type

This is where the destiny of the babies are determined even before birth.

You can have the loyalty pay for their magic by giving up their second-born to the fairies, or have the loyalty pay off peasant parents to give up their unborn child in exchange of lifetime's worth of wealth.

Alternatively, it can be the fairies who foresee the birth of the babies that they'll consume ("a girl born in -- at -- hour shall be given to me" and such), and as soon as they're born, they'll be claimed.

Hope this helps! :)

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[ravenromanova]

Is It Really You? Pt.1

Parings: MoM Wanda x female reader Other universe Wanda x female reader

Warnings: None?

Summary: Wanda wants to find billy and tommy but y/n tries to stop her with the help of Dr strange and America. Y/n gets transported to another universe in the fight. Where will she end up? Will wanda get her way and get the darkhold? or will y/n stop her?

your pov: 

Im currently running for my life desperately trying to find somewhere to hide while i figure out my next step. As im running down the streets of new york looking on each side of me trying to find somewhere to go i see what looks like an abandoned house. I run into the house and find a chair to put underneath the door handle... not like that'll stop her if she tries to get in. I sit on the what looks like 200 hundred year old dusty couch and try to recollect myself. thinking back to the events that just took place

* flashback*

" you don't need her power! she's a kid please try and be reasonable here, i know you wanna be with them i know you want to find them but this isn't the way to get what you want. if you do this you'll kill the poor girl! please! just think for a minute!" i scream at the woman in front of me trying to reason with her

" (y/n) this is me being reasonable, darling please you have to understand that i just want our boys.. thats all i want and i will do anything in my power including taking the child's power if that means i can be with billy and tommy." she spits out and i just stare at her in disbelief. i cant believe she's really thinking about doing this.. well not even thinking more like just letting me know her plan.

" Wanda please... don't do this." i plead tears swelling in my eyes. i know she wants our kids. i know she wants us to be a happy family but i cant let her hurt an innocent child. i wont let her do this. even if that means i die trying i love her more than anything but i wont help her kill a child.

" (y/n) if you don't get out of my way i will have no choice but to make you get out of my way. you might be the love of my life but if you wont let me see our children then i cant be held responsible for my actions." she says turning her attention back to the dark hold and i gasp in utter shock. those words couldn't have just come out of her mouth thats not possible. no she- she loves me she wouldn't hurt me theres no way... right?

  i stay silent for a few minutes racking my brain on how to stop her. eventually she walks away for a few and without even thinking about it i grab the darkhold and run for dear life. probably wasnt the best choice but its the only one i had at the moment. i didn't know where i was gonna go all i knew was i needed to get the darkhold away from wanda. 

I assume she realizes i took the book when i can feel the ground underneath me shaking and the buildings trembling. i see flashes of red hitting things in front of me flipping cars, trash cans and anything else flippable attempting to make it to where i was stuck. But i just dodged and jumped over and passed anything she threw my way.

" GIVE ME THE DARKHOLD (Y/N) I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO HURT YOU!" wanda screams at me from behind i turn to look at her and stopped to speak to her

" NO! i will not let you hurt a child for your own selfish reasons. i wanna be with the boys too! i wanna be a family too! but this isn't the way wanda! and you know it you cant kill a child and i wont let you even if that means you kill me in the process i don't care anymore. i tried to reason with you. i tried to love you. tried to help and no matter what you were always more obsessed with getting what you want no matter who you hurt! even me..." i yell back at wanda as she floating in the air. i can see my words hurt her but at this moment i don't care. the woman i loved is gone and isn't coming back and thats very clear now.

  Wanda is about to say something when right before she can she is blasted out of the sky by what looks like a gold/orange blast. i turn to look behind me wanting to know who or what that was and i'm suddenly met with a man in a very strange get up with a cape and a big ass golden eye around his neck. he looks at the book in my hands and gestures for me to hand it to him. for some reason right off the bat i trust him. even without talking i knew he was on my side. i handed him the book and he nods and walks away from me going to grab wanda. i hear her screaming for them to let her go as i get running ears streaming down my face.. i really lost the only thing i have ever loved. 

*end flashback*

I start to tear up at the events that just happened letting my head flood with all kind of thoughts. How could she do this? Why is she doing this? I know she wants our boys but she knows they don't exist in this universe she knows that we aren't meant to have them in this life. If i can come to terms with that so can she. I thought she loved me enough to stop... but she didn't. I wasn't for her. why wasn't i enough for her... I lay back on the dusty couch as my mind drifts off and i eventually fall asleep.

I'm woken up by a sudden loud noise filling the house i'm in. I quickly shoot up from the couch and  look around me to be met with the same man from earlier along with a girl that looks familiar. I look at the both of them stunned.

" Who are you? are you following me?" I ask them both backing away as i feel my heartbeat quicken with each step i take. 

" i'm Dr. Stephen Strange and this is America Chavez." The man says pointing to himself then the girl.

" i'm-" He finishes my sentence for me 

" you're (y/n) Maximoff Wanda's wife..." He says looking at me with sorrow in his eyes almost as if he's saying sorry for everything thats happened within the past couple hours.

" Yea i am even though at the moment i'm not very proud of my relationship with Wanda.. I'm so sorry she's trying to hurt you America. I tried to reason with her but she's no longer Wanda. She's no longer the woman i married, The woman i loved might as well be dead. The scarlett witch has fully taken her over and i don't think theres any chance of saving her... She wont stop til she gets our kids.. I'm so so sorry." I say as the tears that i fought so hard to stay away finally fought their way out. i fell to my knees and started having a panic attack. The girl comes and sits next to me and puts an arm around me and pulls me close.

" We don't blame you for what's she's doing. Pease don't blame yourself (y/n) we know you tried to stop her. we know you tried to help me. Dr. strange locked her away in a place called to sanctum sanctorum she cant reach us at the moment til they know how to stop her-" Americas sentence is cut off by a large red blast knocking strange over. America and i get up and run to the nearest thing to hide behind. blast after blast things are flown around the room. 

" WANDA STOP PLEASE" I stand in front her despite America trying to stop me.

" Please baby don't do this" I beg as she comes down to the floor and looks at me she puts her hand on my cheek and runs her thumb up and down my face.

" My dear (y/n) i love you more than life itself before you i never knew what real love felt like... that was until i found out about Billy and Tommy.. And now i will do anything i have to to make sure i am with them. And since you want to try and stop me at every turn i have no choice but to remove you myself."  She spits out her voice dripping in hatred. She uses her powers to life me by what feels like my neck and throws me against the wall as hard as she could causing me to hit my head extremely hard. 

" (Y/N)!" America screams and runs to me as strange is trying to fight Wanda off.

" i-i'm okay i'm okay" I say rubbing the back of my head. Before i knew it Wanda was coming at the both of us at full force. Before i knew what was happening i saw a blue flash of light and i was sucked into the light. As i'm falling i look around me seeing all kinds of weird stuff. I think at one point i was paint? Before i could make any kind of sense of what was going on i hit a hard surface hard causing knocking me out.

I don't know how much as gone by when i wake up. I try to look around me despite my very blurry vision. I try to stand up to walk around trying to get a better understanding of my surroundings but i fail as i fall back on my ass. I rub my eyes and sit for a minute before standing up again and walking around. I walk up and down the street taking in everything i see. i'm exactly where i was when i met strange the first time except the fact that theres no damage done. I furrow my brows trying to understand what the hell is going on. After a minute or two of not having a damn clue. I get a feeling i should go check and see if Wandas at our house. So i make my way towards our house since it was only a five minute walk from where i was.

I make my way up the driveway towards the front door as i hear laughing. I decide to not go in right as i get to the door. I decide to peak in through the window wondering who the hell is in my house right now. But nothing could have prepared me for what i was about to see. Wanda... with our kids.. happy.  I swallow the lump in my throat and make my way inside. All three of them stop and stare at me like they've seen a ghost.

"(y.n)? is that really you?" she says.

To be continued...

part 2

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[cosmxc-ars3hol3]

Oh, ashes, ashes, Dust to dust

Title - Oh, ashes, ashes, Dust to dust

Rating - General Audiences

Archive Warning - No Archive Warnings Apply

Category - M/M

Fandom - Keeper of the Lost Cities - Shannon Messenger

Relationship - Councillor Bronte/Fintan Pyren

Characters - Fintan Pyren, Councillor Bronte

Additional Tags - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Book 03: Everblaze (Keeper of the Lost Cities)

Summary - ‘After Fintan burnt Oblivimyre down during his healing, he sneaks his way into Bronte’s Castle in Eternalia so he has somewhere to stay. Bronte decides to help him stay hidden/keep people thinking he’s dead.’

Chapter 2 time!!!

The punch knocked Fintan off his feet, landing with his back against the hardwood flooring of Bronte's lounge room. ‘Why are you here?’ Bronte demands, ‘How are you not dead?’ Fintan takes a moment before responding, ‘I had nowhere else to go. As for how I'm not dead? Maybe I will tell you, but not today.’ ‘not enough,’ ‘Well then, what can I do to make it enough, Bronte?’ begged Fintan.

Bronte took this as an opportunity to take a deep breath and look over the scene of his lounge room and, on a larger scale, his castle. His bodyguards were downstairs; they couldn't hear them. Bronte made sure when his castle was built that upstairs was soundproof. Fintan guaranteed that they couldn't tell he was there. Hell! They probably walked right past him while they were searching the house. They were free of interruptions. He then chose to look around the room, leaving Fintan in suspense, waiting for his answer. He looks at Fintan, nose bloody from where Bronte had punched him; he could feel the blood on his fist. not a lot of it, but enough to be noticeable. Bronte took another deep breath through his nose, taking in the ashy smell of smoke from the fire Fintan had set, one that Bronte and everyone else had just gotten out of, everyone but Kenric. Bronte considered holding hope that he was alive, but he knew it was foolish. Fintan was only alive because he knew a way out. Kenric didn't.

‘I need to sleep; my head is still spinning after the healing.’ ‘Your head is spinning? How do you think I feel, Fintan!’ Bronte started to yell, ‘You KILLED a councillor! I thought you were DEAD! I thought you had DIED!’ His voice went small. ‘I'm sorry, Bronte, really I am,’ he said, sounding genuine.

Bronte looked at him. Fintan was standing there, his eyes displaying a diverse mix of emotions; sadness, grief, and fear were the first he saw, but he could also see, albeit a smaller level of tenderness and affection was also present. Did he really care that much about Bronte? Surely not…

‘It was the only way I could get out without being arrested again.' Fintan started to explain ‘Then why on EARTH did you come here?’ Bronte was starting to become confused again. ‘I knew you wouldn’t arrest me’ Fintan reassured ‘How did you know I wouldn't?’ Bronte questioned, but he felt like he already knew the answer. ‘I know you’ he said tenderly.

Was there something there? Or was Bronte just assuming too much about his old friend. Was he picking up something that wasn't there? He finally could tell what he felt.

‘My duty is to the council first, personal life will always. come. second.’ Bronte said, his voice cracking ‘you should know this’ ‘but it’s me, Bronte,’ he said softly I know. that's why i won't arrest you’ he reassured ‘i won't tell anyone you’re alive. I just need you to promise me you wont go doing anything too stupid.’ ‘I wouldn't’ Fintan reassured, although that response wasn’t what Bronte wanted from him ‘You did. That's how we got here.’ he reminded him gently, a reminder to what Fintan has done, what he has risked for what he perceived to be the ‘right’ thing. What Bronte has done for what he knows is right. ‘Promise me, Fintan. Promise me you wont do anything to stupid. Promise me you wont actually die, i cant lose you again, my love,’ Bronte pleaded with Fintan, not realising at first what had slipped off his lips. ‘i promise, i wont do anything stupid, darling.’ responded Fintan, with an amused but reassuring smirk. Bronte could feel a warm flush travelling to his face, betraying his reaction past his usually cold facade.

Bronte, said after he cleared his throat ‘did you get hurt by the everblaze?’ ‘i got a few burns, nothing to worry about though, if you want to sleep, i can take care of them myself.’ ‘if youre so sure? don’t feel bad if you have to wake me up,’

Bronte and Fintan lock eyes for a moment before Fintan looks away, about to walk off before having to ask - ‘where’s the bathroom and first aid kit?’ ‘just down the hall and to the left, and all the elixirs and other first aid items are all labeled.’ he responded ‘thanks, good night Bronte’ Fintan said, ending the conversation.

Bronte wished he had used a nickname for him again, but he knew that with his topic change, he had made it too awkward with his reaction. he felt bad about that. but he still walked to his room, planning on sleeping off the embarrassment caused by his accident of calling Fintan ‘my love’

Fintan had found his way over to Bronte’s bathroom, not shutting the door. he didnt need to, Bronte’s asleep. he took off his fire-ruined shirt, back to the mirror, looking behind his shoulder.

a massive burn covers majority of his back and parts of his arms. he could feel similar burns to his arms covering his legs. Fintan reasoned that his back was the worst because his clothes must’ve caught fire slightly and started to burn his back. now that he was aware of his injuries, adrenaline worn off, made it hard for him to try to treat the extensive burns covering his back and arms. every time he tried to reach back and put some of the burn cream he found in Bronte’s massive first aid kit, it hurt to try and reach his back, a few tears slipping out, silent at first but then growing to pained sobs. at first, he tried to keep his crying quiet, not wanting Bronte to hear him, but as he kept trying, the pain would get worse and worse.

Bronte never really fell asleep, stuck thinking about everything that happened in past few hours. Fintan’s healing, Kenric dying, thinking Fintan died, Fintan showing up in his house, realising that he might like Fintan. he cant though, hes a councillor. then again, councillors arent meant to harbour fugitives and thats what hes doing. thats what Fintan is. but he cant step down, hes a councillor, a pillar of example, what people should aim to be like. its all a facade. he just hopes the cracks dont show. if he steps down now, there would be repercussions. when youve served as long as he has, watched so much happen, to the many past and current councillors, to the elven population, and society, finally showing its cracks. hopefully that doesn’t happen with him. he cant afford to be found in cahoots with a leader to a rebellion, trying to bring down what he has been fighting for, for millennia. no one can afford to have to elect multiple councillors right now, and there is no guarantee that they will do what is right for the world.

his train of thought is disrupted when he hears gentle cries coming from another room. it has to be Fintan, unless he has another visitor.

Bronte rises from his bed, leaving his room and going down the hall, stopping right beside the open bathroom door. his heart saddens at what he sees. Fintan sitting on the floor, attempting to treat his burns. even worse, the extent of his injuries was underplayed by him, sending Bronte off to bed, making him deal with them on his own.

Fintan’s back is covered in burns, probably second or even third degree, his arms up at the shoulders are covered in the same burns and further down the limb, the burns look less serious but theyre still there.

Bronte stood silently for a moment, taking in the sight of Fintan's pain. Without a word, he stepped into the bathroom, kneeling beside him. "Let me help," he said softly, reaching for the burn cream and gently applying it to Fintan's injuries. "You shouldn't have to endure this alone."

[sawneynbean]

Xavier X Reader

You and Xavier have been in a relationship for a long time, well maybe? can't say that Xavier is toxic, but your relationship from the start was never clear because Xavier was very difficult to communicate it leads you both to a difficult situation.

You are very tired after completing your mission, all you can think about is to go home as soon as possible and eat and rest but Captain Jenna asks for the mission report today. You sighed and started typing on your laptop.

"our best hunter is still working huh, and me is getting ready to get back home. kinda feel bad" says andrew, he is one of your colleague. "yeah its late you should get home soon" you answered to him. after that you can hear him chuckled "it is late, thats why ill wait for you, ill walk you home" andrew sat next to you "is there anything i could help you with?" you smiled hearing his offer "noope but its alright thankyou, ill finish this in a bit"

15 minutes later your report is finished, you immediately send the file to Jenna and get ready to go home. You and Andrew walked out of the HQ. you, knowing that your house was in thecomplete opposite direction with him, tried to convince Andrew that you'll be fine by yourself. "you know you dont have to walk me home, ill be fine" you said to him "i know you are capable, but still its better to be safe than sorry". Hearing his answer, you gave in. During the walk both of you talk about so many things, the last thing you remember talking about was Nero's ridiculous behavior, he is your colleague too.

"He is so stupid sometimes" says andrew and you cant help but laugh. You were laughing so hard that you didn't realize Xavier was walking towards you "Y/n, Nero" says the man with white hair "xavier, you're going somewhere?" ask andrew towards him "im just about to pick her up, its late. but it seems you already walk her home". you got chills seeing xavier, you know its not gonna end well. "thanks andrew, ill be fine from here" you sound a bit rushed. "allright, im glad we met xavier here. see you guys later" and then he left.

"having so much fun with him untill you dont have time to reply my text huh?" his blue eyes staring at you and its just makes you shiver. you grabbed your phone and saw so many missed call and text from him. "i didnt realize my phone is on DND, im wroking on some report earlier" you try to explain to him. "of course you didnt realize" thats the last thing he said beforehe grabs your hand and lead the way to where you two live.

the atmosphere is really quite, you decide to break the ice. "xavier im sorry", but he didnt say anything else. After both of you arrive in front of your door you sit in the couch, xavier sit on the other side and his eyes never leaving you. "xavier..." you called out to his name "mhmm?' "he just walking me home" xavier knows it, he felt relieved knowing you dont walk home by yourself but he cant help him self, he hates it when other guys get close to you. xavier stood up and kissed you. You knew how this would end so you decided to kiss him back.

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After both of you had sex, he still didnt say anything. you cant lie it hurts. the fact that most of the time you guys had time for each other is just sex, he mostly sleeps all the time. you close your eyes and cry silently. hoping he didnt notice. Xavier, who realized that you are crying, immediately turned your body around slowly "you okay? whats wrong baby?" he looked panick and hugs her. "xavier, do you love me?" your heart beats so fast scared about his answer. xavier eyes widened hearing that "of course i love you, i love you so much" he says while kissing your head "but i dont feel it" your answer make him freeze, saying that makes you want to slap your own face but you cant help it.

"we just had sex and thats all xavier, i think our relationship is only based on sex" you just wish that this man didnt snap or leaving you after you saying that. he stood up you just sighed seing that. you thought he is gonna leave you but insteed hes kneeling infront of the bed and kiss your palm. "im sorry, im sorry that i make you think that way and didnt notice about it sooner" "xavi-" "im so sorry baby, please i love you so much and ill try my best to change please give me the chance dont leave me" he starts crying. seeing that makes your heart shattered "im not goin to leave you xavier, and of course lets just try to be better for each other okay?" "yes ill make this right i promise you" and he hugs you

[givetomurasomechapstick]

A sweet kind angelic yet rebellious 16 year old girl, who loves to read and watch My Hero Academia, goes to bed after wanting something more, something more risky in her life. What's better than waking up somewhere where you would never expect...?

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Katsuki Bakugo x RealWorld!Fem!Reader

Using she/her! Maybe they/them on occasion.

Hinted that y/n may be religious, since I don't know about more religions, she's probably more geared towards a Christian.

Y/n is kind and gentle, but also can be very sneaky and rebellious.

y/n probably will be an artist.

Bakugo may be more rude and reckless than canonically.

Y/n wants to fly

Y/n is rich but doesn't care. 💅🏽 Shes also a girl boss

Key: (Y/N) = Your Name | (M/N) = Middle Name. If you don't have one, you can use a nickname or a fake name! | (L/N) = Last Name | (N/N) = Nickname | (S/C) = Skin Color | (H/L) = Hair Length | (H/C) = Hair Color | (H/T) = Hair Type. Can easily be looked up, you can choose the type that seems most similar to your hair, or just say straight, curly, etc. | (F/F) = Favorite Food |

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"Would you believe me if I said I fell from the sky?"

(Y/N)'s POV:

Do you know how boring life is? Take it from me, A LOT. That's why I love to read My Hero Academia, it helps me kind of divide the real world from my fantasy dreams that will never come true.

Hi! I'm (Y/N) (M/N) (L/N), but everyone just calls me (Y/N) or (N/N)! I have (S/C) skin and (H/L) (H/C) (H/T) hair. I just turned 16 a few days ago, making me the same age as my favorite class 1-A class member, Katsuki Bakugo. But anyways, back to the story!

I sighed as I literally jumped off of my bed, still holding my book. I walk outside of my messy room, scattered with homework, clothes, and anything you could imagine across the floor.

Kicking to the side anything in my way i wouldn't step on, i open the door to my room, stepping out into the long halls of the family mansion. My messy hair all out like a got electrocuted. Heh, electrocuted. I wish Denki was real too. Hence, I wasted my 16th birthday wish on My Hero Academia and the League of Villains being real. Imagine that. Fighting alongside heroes against the villains. Heck, I'm so desperate, I might consider joining the villains one of these days!

Suddenly, scattering wakes me out of my zombie-bnha trance as I see Diana. My favorite dalmatian dog. I've had her ever since I was three.~

"Hey Diana!" I say in a babying voice as the spotted dog approaches me with a big happy smile on. I gently brought her head up to face mines. "Do you ever think about being in a cooler world with super powers? Oh how I wish I could fly!" Diana just tilted her head at me, she probably doesn't understand. "It's okay. You don't need to understand my stupid fantasies." I said it in a playful, yet soft and understanding way as I got up from my position and let go of her. She stayed there with a concerned look on her face.

"No, really! It's fine with me." And with that I walked downstairs. No one was home. We didn't have a maid or a butler, we liked doing things ourselves and would never force anyone to do something for us. So the house was completely empty. Perfect.~

I went to prepare myself dinner. So I opened the fridge, and that's where I seen my mom had already made dinner for me. Yes! I heard scattering again. The same scattering as before. Diana had followed me downstairs! She must feel sad that she couldn't understand where i was coming from- OR she just came because she heard the refrigerator.

I heat up the premade dinner in the microwave as I place my book at the table in the kitchen, and begin reading it. No. It's My Hero Academia, what else would it be? Pokémon Adventures? I haven't read that since I was 13!

Skimming through a few pages, I sighed. The page landed on one with Katsuki on it. I sigh. "Why can't you all just be real? Why can't anything cool or exciting happen in life? Why cant-" I got cut off by the beeping of the microwave, which made me groan.

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After finishing (F/F), I went back into my room and jumped onto my bed. I sigh again as I throw my book onto the ground. "God, why can't I live with all the My Hero characters, or they come here to this world?" After saying my prayers, I went to bed. I fell asleep. I felt like I was falling. Sometimes, that happens when I'm sleeping. But it felt like I was falling.

Too realistically for comfort. My eyelids were too heavy to open, so I thought it was a dream. I mean, our eyelids are only heavy in a situation like this in dreams right? And-

THUD

Ouch! My back hurts! I suddenly felt weak. TOO weak. My back felt terrible! I really had to stop hunching my back when my parents warned me, but that's how I draw good and- ouch! Yeah, I doubt it's that. And, is that grass?! Grass on my palm of my hand! Don't get me wrong, I feel grass all the time but sleeping on it?! Cool.

Suddenly, I hissed out of pain. I guess I tried to turn around. I must've fell off my bed or something, and it got turned into a dream. And it must've woke me up and made me half asleep too.

Then I heard voices. Two familiar voices. If you feel this is going too fast that's because everything happened that way. Like, WAY TOO FAMILIAR.

But then it felt like I was spinning again. Turning around and around and around endlessly and then, I guess I knocked out from the pain, or just being tired in general...

I often fall to sleep in my dreams...

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Thanks for reading chapter one of Fallen Angel! Sorry if it was too short, I just think I should cut it off there. Especially because it's not a oneshot and rather a full blown series.

[bvcktommy]

Thank you for your kind words on my AITA for calling the police on my sister.

I'm sorry you've been through that. It's very rough and it's hard especially in situations where the child is abusing a parent.

hiiii op!!! (context, it's this @am-i-the-asshole-official post)

my brother was around the same age, maybe a little bit older, when everything went down with them. when i was growing up he'd always been abusive to me physically and emotionally (the worst thing i remember is him pushing me into a bunch of thorns and nettles and then him and his friend shooting me with a bb gun and when i was super young maybe 4 or 5 he hung my toys from the ceiling with rope) but he didn't start getting physically abusive with my own mum until somewhere between 16-18.

unlike your situation, i was young so i was home with my mum when it happened and so she never had to ask for our help, but i do have core memories of her hiding me and my little sister behind her whilst my brother was going off on one, i remember him shoving her and her hitting her head on the counter and splitting her eyebrow open and there was blood all down her face, i remember her having bruises all over, i remember him holding a knife to her, i remember her pulling one back to defend us (i was 11/12 which made my sister 7/8 at the time) and for most of his teenage years, he never changed. my mum made a lot of excuses for him until it got really bad - he was abused by his own dad (not my father, he's my half-brother) and she felt guilty for that, she felt like she messed up his childhood so this was her fault and she deserved it.

i dont think she started to understand how bad it was until the knives got involved, until he brought a group of people into our house whilst some man waited for them outside and threatened to tie everyone in the house to the back of his car and drive around our estate, until i, a twelve year old child, had to go up against him to protect my own mum whilst she was bleeding on the floor until my dad came over and got him out of the house. and after that is when my mum also became heavily involved with alcohol and alcoholism and lost herself until i was about 16/17. she's okay now, we're both in good places and super close, but i lost my childhood to the both of them because of how bad things got with the abuse and the drinking. i was kicked out of my own house at 14 iirc, i have ptsd (which fucking destroys my memory hence the broad age range bcs i cant remember shit), depression, social phobia, and anxiety from it all, i'm still scared of my brother, i'm terrified of confrontation, i have attachment issues, but the worst part of it all are the nightmares and the flashbacks. my mum doesn't know i have them, i've only told a few people, but they happen regularly. most recently my brother in one of them my brother tried to drown me and poured scolding water on my face so theres that.

op you did the right thing by showing her that there's consequences for what she did, if your mom was willing to let it lie, i am 100% sure it would and might still will grow into a situation like my brother. i cant believe there's people on that post claiming yta for calling the cops on your sibling when they laughed in the face of your own mother almost dying at her hands. yes acab, we know this, but until there is a better system in place to help and protect in situations like this, what else are you supposed to do? wait for your sister to one day do too much damage that your mom can't recover from? fuck no you have every right to defend your mom from her and, even if your mom understand it now, one day she will, especially if your sister continues to walk such a dangerous path.

please please see what i went through as a warning, and if you want to share this with your family so there's even the slightest chance that they might see how bad things can get if she isn't punished for her behaviour, if it's left to fester and root, if she thinks she can get away with it, then please send it to them. i'm wishing nothing but love and safety for your family, especially your mom.

[perlapulido]

Endless Adventures

Summary: Dakota went from an orphanage to falling into the land of things unimaginable. She cant of anything else besides doing things that cant be possible even having more one friend that are the opposite gender.

Ch1

"Alright Dakota get up. You have to catch the bus soon." Said a woman after knocking on the door. A groan was heard then a sound of footsteps approaching as a girl opened the door walking past her to the bathroom. She took a shower and brushed her teeth then changed. "Hey dork. You mind hurrying up. Mrs. Jameson wont let us eat until you come down." Said a boy leaning against the door frame to her room. "Oh shut up Luke. Im getting my homework." Said Dakota shoving past him. They walked to the dinning room table to see three kids sitting and looked at them taking a seat. Dakota put her backpack aside and ate her oatmeal in silence and followed the kids outside to the bus stop. She looked around seeing the clouds were turning grey as the bus came to a stop. Luke pushed her to the ground knocking her backpack into a puddle. He laughed and high fives his friends while the kids got inside and Dakota took her usual back seat in the back. One of the kids handed her a few napkins before going back to their seat. "Thanks Julia. Gregor, Garret. Quit picking the gum on the seat." Said Dakota wiping off the dirt and water off her backpack. She plugged in her earbuds and listened to her music to pass the time. The bus driver dropped the kids off in front of their school and drove off. Dakota led the three young kids to the other side of the school where the elementary section is located. "Be here at three and wait for me or Luke. Have a good day." Said Dakota walking back to the middle school. She went to her locker getting her books and notes before starting her day.

*time Skip*

Dakota was on the roof of the house looking at the clouds as the sounds of the kids were playing outside in the backyard. "Dakota! Come down and play with us." Said Gregor. Dakota put her ipod away in her back pocket before sliding down and landed on the trampoline. She saw the soccer ball rolled to her feet and joined the kids on their game. Julia past Garrett and kicked the ball too hard causing it to fly over Dakota and Gregor landing somewhere in the abandoned house. "Oh. You kicked our only ball into the boogeyman house. Go get it." Said Garrett. "No way. He'll snatch me and eat me like a meatball." Said Julia. "Who told you that?" Said Dakota. "Luke." Said Julia as Dakota put her hand to her forehead. "Kids time for dinner." Sais Mrs. Jameson. "You guys go ahead. I'll get the ball." Said Dakota walking to the wooden fence. Dakota climbed over the fence landing on the dry grass and dirt. She looked over the property seeing noting but old cars and a playset rusting away then walked towards the run-down house. The walls overed in graffiti, black mold, and holes. She gently pushed the back door only to pull to the floor causing a dust cloud to form making her cough. Walking inside she looked around the kitchen to see rats scattering and went to the living-room arena.  A there near the bay window was the soccer ball as Dakota went over to pick it up but fell into darkness. She screamed seeing nothing but the hole she fell through close up and a heard a weird chant in gibberish. Dakota screamed as her body landed on something hard feeling pain spread through her body once she felt the ground underneath her. She slowly opened her eyes to see everything that looked like everything was made of candy and tried to get up but fell back down feeling her was on fire. "Hey missy. Are you alright there?" Said a voice.

Dakota looked to spot a round figure with a hat and mustache. "No. But can you told me where i am?" Said Dakota. "Your in the land of Ooo or in my case the candy kingdom. Let Starchy get the Banana guards for ya." Said Starchy walking around the corner of the building. "What's going on here?" Said a figure walking with two banana guards. "This human here fell from the sky and landed on my roof before hitting the ground. Isn't that right?" Said Starchy. "I guess. I just cant get up." Said Dakota. "Ill have doctor princess check you. Meanwhile i can ask you a few questions if gou don't mind." Said the girl. "Sure. Im Dakota by the way." Said Dakota as the guards brought in a gurney. "I'm Princess Bubblegum. Now tell me how did you end up in this situation." Said Princess Bubblegum walking beside her. "I don't know much. I was in abandoned house getting a soccer ball and the next thing i know i fell through a hole which i know wasn't there before. That's it." Said Dakota. "Huh? Must've been a portal of some kind. I wouldnt worry too much just get some rest and I'll have my friends over to show you around our home." Said Princess Bubblegum. "Anyways what kind of home were you from?" She asked as Dakota was put on the medical bed. "I lived in a foster home with four other kids in Florida. We kinda live in a decent area with a sometimes bad weather." Said Dakota as her stomach growled. "I'll have peppermint butler get you something." Said Princess Bubblegum. "Thanks Bubblegum." Said Dakota as a woman came in. "Hello Princess. I'll take care of her." Said the doctor. "Of course. I'll see you later." Said Princess Bubblegum walking out of the medical room.

After being checked by the doctor and eating her food Dakota was walking with Peppermint Butler who was giving her a tour of the castle. "And here is the last room where we have for balls and special events. " said Peppermint Butler. "Thanks for the tour Peppermint Butler. Id appreciate it besides sitting in bed all day for a sprained ankle and a few bruises." Said Dakota. "Your very welcome." Said Peppermint Butler. Dakota and Peppermint Butler looked at the doors being opened to show Princess Bubblegum talking to a boy and a dog. "She's needing a place to stay with her kind. This world is different than where she came from." Said Princess bubblegum. "Me and Jake dont mind. I think it would be great to have another human around. Oh hi." Said the boy noticing Dakota and Peppermint Butler. "Hey im Dakota." Said Dakota walking towards them. "Im Finn and this is my brother Jake." Said Finn. "Hey. You ready to see our treehouse. We have a spare room for ya." Said Jake. "Yeah and thanks for everything Bubblegum." Said Dakota. "Its nothing. Im here to help in anyway i can and your free to visit my kingdom anytime. If you'll excuse me i have work i need to finish in the lab." Said Princess Bubblegum walking away with Peppermint Butler. "Come on. We have a long ride home. I can tell you the adventures me and Jake had." Said Finn as Jake stretched into a giant. Dakota grabbed Finns hand to pull her onto Jakes back before they left. "Now let me tell the time we got the enchiridion. Me and Jake . . . " Finn began. 

[i-write-but-like-idk]

Tw, parents, abuse?, yelling, bad words

Parents left.

Finally

Sighed he as the main door of their small and old house closed with a very loud thud, and quickly ran into his room, unfortunately, though, the door of his room didn't close as did the main one.

What to do. What first! Oh my, im so glad theyre finally out of the house. Whos gonna shut me up now, huh!

He let out a satisfied breath.

Freedom.

And as he was about to put on his headphones and listen to music on the highest volume and shout the lyrics through the empty house, he saw his guitar lying there on the floor right beside his scary closet and a radio - he has a radio?! - his thoughts started running. He loves playing guitar! He loves creating music.

Oh, right. I should practice. Maybe ill even make it somewhere if ill keep making music, doing what i love.

So he quickly rolled off the bed, which was full of things like rubix cube or a fully blank book - yes, we all love them - and reached out to the guitar, not minding the mess around him as he pulled the guitar to himself.

Mwah! I love you.

He was lonely, indeed.

Soon, illl manage to play really well, and then people will maybe like my music.

He gave a last glance to corner where he kept things that stayed from his old hobbies - flute, VERY old dance shoes, a half eaten pencil, a needle, a violin, and a biology book.

I can do this.

Checked his fingers on the strings, and strummed the strings.

Oh, it works! Well, of course it hurts- i mean, works.

Music. He played guitar. Nevermind it sounded not that good. He still created music.

Fuck, this sounds terrible!

Soon, he got angry. Or, to clarify, frustrated. And so he played the guitar more aggressively.

This doesnt feel right.

But all the emotions. He had the chance. His parents werent home. He could scream however he wanted,

And no-one would hear…

I should stop. But i dont want to. I won't.

He started singing lyrics. Lyrics coming suddenly into his mind, they didnt match the melody of the guitar. But he created music, he did what he loves.

It sounds terrible. My ears hurt. It hurts so much. But it's better than everything else in my life.

His father bursted into his room. Angry. More than angry. Something i cant explain with words - since my vocabulary lacks - something worse than anger, though still predictable at last. “What the fuck” he yelled.

Oh shit

His father grabbed the guitar out of his hands with unnecessary amount of strength, and walked out of his son’s room.

Am i the only one who even sees the flames around him? Heh, funny.

It wasn't funny. He still laughed. WHat a pitiful child. Or strong? WHeres the difference anyway! No-one gives a fuck about him.

Sigh, so another day of not becoming a star.

He waited quietly, listening to his father’s footsteps. Then, when he was sure he left-

At least he didnt yell at me more, right? Im just being optimistic, jeez…

Then, when he was sure his father left the house, he weakly got up from the floor, and looked around, his eyes tired suddenly.

Shit, i hate this. This place is so fucking- fucked up! Just a few years more. Soon. Soon, ill runaway, and NEVER, never come back.

I dont need a fucking guitar to make music. I can…

He looked around his room again.

SHit!!

He “said very loudly”.

Fuck it.

He opened his window and jumped out of it, hoping his grey, black, and dirty hoodie wont get stuck in the frame.

It didnt!

It didnt.

Yay.

He then forgot he has to place his feet on the ground before rolling off the window frame, and fell into the grass, his face, unfortunately, enjoying the odor of the grass.

Sigh …. Wait! What if someone pissed on it. Fuck! Shit!

He jumped up on his feet.

Ew. And they say there is no reason to not go out “iNtO nATuRe”, ugh

Ah, same old clown. Clown. He continued walking away from the house, soon getting to a path and walking on it. It was calm. So calm.

Hm, a song would sound really good in this quiet place. Its sos boring here, after all.

He started singing. Forgetting about everything and everyone else. All that was left, was he, his words, and the melody he chose.

I do have a voice.

And his father can't keep him quiet forever.

[fraener]

1/29/25

yesterday and today i had lunch in the grass behind the garden under the apple tree at the back of the property. yesterday was sweet, an afternoon spent with h. we fucked sweetly and played in the ice and he had a lot of sympathy for me in my situation which shocked me. he said he was so mad at the way p&s had treated the situation that it occluded how upset he was with me for having sex with p in the first place. we took a long nap and he dropped me off at work with both our cheeks rosy and plump from sleep. my class was sparse and everyone relatively quiet once we got to work. i got home and kept working on the block i began carving, which i seem to only want to work on at night for some reason, and took a bath when i got too tired to not risk accidentally cutting myself. i realized that most of the hurt i was feeling was probably originating from p primarily, and s wasnt so much to blame. its true i still felt used, like i was an object that could fix their relationship and allow it to continue in its same fashion, which meant how i felt or what i wanted wasnt going to be considered with the same level of seriousness as anything p thought s wanted. i dont like that it feels like he ended things with me as a display to prove to s that he would do anything for her, i didnt want to be used as a prop or an example. i realized i have feelings for him and that makes it all the more painful. i wanted him to want me enough for it to matter enough...all the easily subdued shadows of passion have crawled into the light and caught their own fire. i feel suspended somewhere odd and unfamiliar, unfamiliar life and job and house and bed and loves. unfamiliar january sun and unfamiliar scent of winter jasmine. unfamiliar bath, body, meal ive been eating for the last 4 dinners unfamiliar. sad dreams that felt sweet while sleeping and fell like a veil over me in the morning. the iching wont stop saying hes a terrible seductive force that will destroy more than its worth to me to gain...i cant imagine theyre talking about anything more than my desperate desire for him that feels unquenchable and terrible that if fed in any way will become that much more hungry and painful when he leaves...it was a mistake to ever open this door, cannot help but think it. i asked if he would walk with me today, i wanted him to want to see me more than he did. i might see him monday. i dont know what i want anymore. i dont know if i want to fill my appetite or if i want to preserve myself. h will think i am so foolish and will be angry with me if i go and let myself get hurt again. i wish i wasnt in such a thicket of believing p even WANTS me. he doesnt want me enough to try and make it work. why do i think hell have changed his mind, why am i hoping hell have changed his mind? it wont make him more trustworthy. s comes first, then his passion for his work, then his desire to be anywhere else than here, then me, in that order with likely many more things between. for seeing s tomorrow i have to prepare for her to not have compassion for what i wanted and for the answer to be the same, its not happening right now or at least certainly not happening with me. it would feel worse if it happened with someone else to me...then i would really feel disposable and interchangeable. being plugged in and pulled out like a lamp. i want for her to say "thats not what i wanted, i want him to do this with you even if it makes me uncomfortable and i just got scared it was going to be awkward" but i cannot bank on that being the answer. and even if it were, i cannot bank on being able to participate. i miss r. uncomplicated and funny and sweet, a genuine and untethered fascination. funny to think about the different ways they feel to me. sent him an email and hope i can connect with him soon. feels equally impossible to get his attention as it is to keep p's haha. but i have an affection for the strange little container im in, world feeling real and full of joy and despair so much more equally. there is a lightness, as p would say.

its still june behind me, despite this, too.

[marcelinesghost13]

Hi Blog,

So I had another argument with my spouse. This is the part that I don't get.... Like for a couple days she's super nice and very loving and caring and then all of a sudden it's just boom you can go fuck yourself. I get the whole bipolar thing but what the fuck. I'm so tired of this up and down with her. Then she wants me to come back home but why? For I can be belittled and gaslighted and treated like crap again... No thank you... And when I tell her these things she tells me that's a lie that she doesn't do that. Which is complete total fucking bullshit because she's been doing it for fucking years.

So I did some running around because I've been up since like 5:30 in the morning because something happened at the gas station up the road woke my ass up. It is about 1300 (1:00 pm) hours and I got a text from my spouse. And I happen to be getting something to eat so I asked her if she was hungry even though the night before she started a fight with me I thought I'd be the decent human being. So I got her a Laguna Burger and took it up to the house. Everything was okay we were getting along... And then once again fucking boom.... She started fighting and arguing with me and asked me why I won't come the fuck home. But she just kept on talking and arguing and I didn't get a fucking word in. Finally I did and she got pissed off on what I had to say. So she stormed off to her bedroom slamming the door and locking it like she always does. I figured fuck it I'm going to grab my cat and a litter box and take him home with me. She heard me doing this and that pissed her off some more. Then I try to say something because she kept on letting me know that I was acting like a child. And she got pissed again and walked away. I saw that as my opportunity to leave which I did. And then after I left she started blowing up my phone I was driving home... This is that conversation that took place on my phone...

Wife

So you walked away again, at sone point i need to know why I am going through all this dor someone who is Never comming back

I dont need a helper your my husband

You married me then just walked out

So is never comming home true?

This is an obvious game if you want me counseling and wont come home or be a part of my life

Your always somewhere else with someone else , hope u are happy with your choices, you destroyed our life, because you could never even try to be happy here, i can see iysan excise, just yell at me to fuck off to be in communication with your friends, hope they make you happy

this will never be resolved, because u cant be bothered

Me

No this won't be resolved because you don't care to listen to what I have to say.

wife

And u dont hear me and...

me

For years you have used me as a punching bag every time you get angry upset or whatever it is you let me know how much of a piece of shit human being I am and how I'm doing everything absolutely fucking wrong. And then there's the constant breaking my phone's breaking my stuff constantly hitting me all the time I'm not doing that anymore and yet you don't see that part of the relationship

Oh I'm hearing you loud and clear

And you keep on thinking those ideas that you have in your head that I'm hanging out with my friends and then I'm fucking someone behind your back like I always am because I'm cheating bastard like that or at least that's what you let me know

wife

Because all i get is vacant stares

Because u were never there

And all those friends i didnt know, but you sure did

me

I've always been here I've always been there you're the one that has decided that I haven't inside your mind's mind you have come to that conclusion

wife

Really?

My memories are wrong again lol

me

I've said that from the beginning your perspective of his marriage and my perspective of this marriage are completely totally different

wife

Of course they are when you try and gaslight

me

I don't think mean you will ever see eye to eye

You're the one that gaslights

wife

Sure i with that

Sure, anyway Go with that

me

And this is all we do is fight back and forth I'm tired of doing this

wife

All this...for what?

So you can leave, and be in dependant on your own.

Because life is too hard for you to be a part of

So you left to escape problems you refuse to acknowledge

me

Whatever... I'll go off and be the little girl that acts like a teenage brat that's what you said right

wife

Midlife crisis

me

I'm done talking

wife

Lol ok

That was so useless to talk to you again

me

ditto

Wife

Do what you have too

Ignore me, your lifei s so much better you said without me anyway, because working doing SHIT for me and your dad, didnt make happy, so keep doing whayever it is over there to be a happy girl.

There you go that's a normal argument between me and my spouse.. it's really fucking stupid and childish. She doesn't listen to a fucking thing that I have to tell her. She doesn't want to hear anything. She's beyond angry. And everything that she's texting is just out of anger and hatred. But what should I expect her favorite fucking character in cinema is Darth Vader God damn fucking Anakin Skywalker. And she always likes the sith with their anger and their hatred and all that other fucking bullshit that Seth do but you know what else see if they're narcissistic is fuck. And I'm done being with a fucking sith.

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[noroi1000]

hello ! Can you write a fic where reader who is gojos wife accidentally to travels to when gojo and reader were just students and havent started dating yet?? Like young reader is like ""ohmilord!! I got married?!?! Who is it??" And future reader is like..."cant spill" ?? Thank you have a nice day😇

In a few years 5

An: So I created this as the next part of this series because it fit here.

Words: 1,5k

"T-Toru? What is it?" you asked looking at the silver pocket watch in his hand.

"Cursed item." He said with the same smile.

"I thought I told you not to bring dangerous items home." You said looking at him sharply.

"If I brought Sukuna's finger it would be even worse. This finger is dangerous. However, this item is made by humans. By sorcerers like me."

"Like you? I thought you were going to say something else..."

"Fine, created by sorcerers much older than me who could do only that. They probably lived 200 years ago and none of them are alive now."

"Now better. Now, please, put this in a safe place and take it to school tomorrow. I don't want curses in our house when you're not around."

"My son will protect you!"

"Your son? What if it's a daughter?" You raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe even a daughter! Gender doesn't matter ! My child will protect you! Because I feel the energy changes in your body."

"Who would have thought my husband would be a walking pregnancy test..." you muttered with a smile before heading to the laundry room to pick up the laundry Satoru was supposed to do this week.

"Be careful. I'll take it. You can't overload yourself." He said grabbing the clothes basket.

"Satoru, three weeks ago we found out I was pregnant. I can do household chores."

He ignored you and took the clothes to the dressing room.

"And then you tell me you're not overprotective at all..." You smiled with your head tilted slightly.

"Can't I take care of you?" he asked, shouting from the room.

"Of course you can, but I can see you're being overprotective now."

"Hey! I don't want anything to happen to you, okay? Is it that bad that I do this?" he asked as he entered the living room where you were.

"I have nothing against. Now, calm down. Big baby." You patted his head.

Then you hugged him.

"So what was this watch about?" you asked.

"There are two in the world. One gold and the other silver. Gold brings you into the future, and silver into the past . I just wanted to show you this. Because, you know, I'd like to see what our baby will look like..."

"You're impatient. Wait a few months."

"I know. But I was curious. Because, you know, when I was a teenager, I remember going to the future, and when I came back, I knew you would definitely be my girlfriend. Because it was such a belief combined with the fact that in the future I saw that it was."

"What does it have to do with it?"

"I don't remember anything that happened when I was in the future then. And now we met me from the past. So it must be true. Even though he probably remembered as much as I remembered after that trip. I wanted to see our baby at least for a while. And maybe then I would know what gender it is now? Or does it have my eyes?" He laughed.

"Then why do you have a silver watch and not a gold one?" You asked as you pulled away.

"The past self must have put it somewhere where I don't know. Maybe in another place? Because I only found this. I was thinking about going back in time and looking at your virgin ass during training."

You hit him on the head as he laughed.

"You're perverted!"

"I am your husband."

"But you're 28 and I was 16 at the time!"

"Will I be that even if I look at you as my wife? Come on. I already know every inch of your body."

"You're not going back in time to look at my ass!"

"It's the same now. I know. Or even better?" He leaned down to punch you in the buttock. "Much better now! The only thing different about your body is that you were a virgin then and now you have my child inside of you. You don't know how cute it is!"

"Or would I like to travel back in time to look at you when you were a virgin? And you probably acted like a perpetually horny animal."

"You weren't wrong about that. Every time I looked at you." He laughed, waving his hands.

"Give me that watch." You said. "Maybe I'll tell myself in the past not to marry you as long as you're such a pervert."

"But baby, you love me! That also means you love me as a pervert!"

"You finally admitted it. But maybe it would have been nice to see old school when we were young."

"We're not old, (y/n)."

"Okay, but we were teenagers then."

"Fine... Even if we don't remember much of it, we can do it. Hold on, I'll go get a blindfold." He handed you a silver watch.

You felt the coldness of the metal, and you weighed it with your hand. It was probably real silver...

To check this, you clicked the button, slowly counting the seconds.

And when the watch showed 12 seconds, you stopped it.

"Mochi, we were supposed to move in together!" cried your husband sadly when he saw the watch lightly shining.

And your image began to wave before you disappeared.

"Halo! Mrs!"

You heard a voice calling you.

You slowly opened your eyes.

You saw the girl's face. You from your younger years...

"Where am I..." You muttered quietly.

"At Jujutsu High in Tokyo." Said the girl sitting next to you on the bench.

"Are you -." you started.

"Do you know me?" She asked, pointing at her.

"I certainly wouldn't mistake myself from the past..." you laughed.

"From the past? Wait, are you me from the future? Is that why you look like me?!"

"Yeah... I couldn't really click that button myself."

"Button? Oh... Time-traveling watches?"

"Do you know about them? I don't remember learning about it here."

"Recently, Satoru was talking about this. That he had heard that they were here and that he would look for it to visit the future."

"Oh... I know something about that..."

"Let me guess, he made it?"

"Yes. But he doesn't remember anything after that. Probably. What year is it?"

"2006."

"So I moved 12 years, huh... When I get home, I'm going to be lectured about how I should have moved with him."

"With him? With whom?" Suddenly, the girl looked at your hand, seeing the wedding ring. "Ohmilord!! I got married?!?! Who is it???" she screamed.

You smiled looking at her face. Shocked and almost scared.

"Sorry, I can't spill." You said with a small smile. "You'll live a few more years and you'll find out."

"Ugh... Now I'm going to live in suspense..."

"Don't worry. You will have a boyfriend who will later be your husband and you will be pregnant by him. It's nothing that terrible."

"I will be pregnant?! Are you pregnant?!" She looked at your belly.

"I am, but only recently."

"Should you use cursed items while pregnant? You know... Even Satoru knows that using it in a state where you don't know what's going to happen is inappropriate."

"Even Satoru?"

"Yes. Although I know he would probably do something irresponsible. Besides, what is he doing in the future?"

"He's still a sorcerer."

"He had a girlfriend? Wife? Kids?"

"Hmm..." You thought for a moment what to say. "Yes. He does."

"Oh..." The younger you mumbled sadly.

By the time you were 16, you had feelings for him.

Poor, you thought he had a wife and kids with some other woman.

Well, you didn't say it like you loved him very much.

So she thought your husband was someone else.

"Can you tell me what are you doing in the future? Or what will our relationship be like?"

"You care about him, don't you?"

"...Yes... You were me after all...

"You love him..."

"I... I-I..."

"All right. I know it is. After all, I was you." You laughed.

You saw a watch in your hand that suddenly appeared.

It showed you had two minutes left here.

Why when you go to the future you get hours to stay there and when you go to the past you get minutes?

Because it's already happened, and you've already been through it.

Therefore, you have less time.

You had 12 minutes. It was enough for you to talk to her.

"I have little time. But I can tell you that our relationship is still close." You told her.

And the moment you had a few seconds left, you showed her your hand with the wedding ring engraved with his name.

You don't know if she saw it, but you gave her a quick signal of what she might expect before you disappeared.

Straight to the living room to be grabbed by Satoru who immediately started hugging you, saying that he wanted to be there too and now you have to wait for the watch's energy to recharge.

[dearreader]

royai is just like “we can’t make any promises now can we babe/but you can make me a drink” and “sometimes when i look into your eyes/ i pretend your mind/ all the damn time” and “i don’t like that anyone would die to feel your touch” and “what must it like to grow up that beautiful” and “we’re on the phone and i realize your laugh is the best sound. i. have. eve.r. heard.” and “i’m on my guard for the rest of the world/but with you? i know it’s no good” and “the stakes are high/the waters rough/but this love is ours” and “see you in the dark… all eyes on you my magaician… all eyes on eyes on us… you make everyone disappear” and “all eyes on me your illuionust/all eyes on us… i make all your gray days clear” and “i’m so chill but you make me JEALOUS” and “i’d kiss you as the lights went out… swaying as the room gave out… i’d hold you as the water rushes in” and “cause they see right through me/they see right through me/they see right through/can you see right through me?” and “that’s the heartbreak time could never mend/i’d never walk cornelia street again” and “the more that you say the less i know/where ever you stray i’ll follow” and “but it fades away into my day old tea cause it’ll never be” and “you showed me colors you know that i can’t see with anyone else” and “look at this idiotic fool that you made me/YOU TAUGHT ME A SECRET LANGUAGE I CANT SPEAK WITH ANYONE ELSE” and “i’ve been meaning to tell you, i think your house is haunted, your dad is always mad and that must be why” and “and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smiles im faking” and “i thought the plane was going down/how’d you turn it right around?” and “we’re burned for better” and “somewhere in the haze got a sense id been betrayed” and “all you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing” and “put your lips close to mine as long as they don’t touch/out of focus eye to eye till the gravity’s too much” and “the only one who has enough of me to break my heart” and “but your untouchable burning brighter than the sun/and now that your close i feel like coming undone” and “i wake up screaming from dreaming/one day i’ll watch as your leaving cause you got tired of my scheming/and life will lose all its meaning (for the last time)” and “it’s nice to have a friend” and “your touch brought fourth an incandescent glow/tarnished but so grand” and “all i know is you held the doors/you’ll be mine and i’ll be yours” and “like starlight starlight don’t you dream impossible things” and “you would break your back for me to break a smile” and “who could ever leave me darling… but who could stay?” and “say my name and everything just stops… i don’t want you like a best friend” and “i don’t want to keep secrets just to keep you” and “i screamed for whatever it’s worth/I LOVE YOU AINT THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD?”

and people expect me to be normal about that?