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[faebhaal]

[Roll 1d100 = 55] Everyone Think Happy Thoughts: For an hour, Iago can read the minds of all creatures within a 30-foot radius, but at the same time, all creatures can read their own thoughts within the same radius. The thoughts Ithaca is suddenly, loudly subjected to are akin to ten people panicking and trying to talk over each other at once. Somewhere in the mix is a distinct "SHIT SHIT SHIT SHITSHITSHITSHITSHITSH-"

@accultant

SHIT is absolutely right. Because one minute her mind, though chaotic, was calm or rather manageable in the very least. The next is a stream of panic. And if that wasn't bad enough, the campfire she was trying to light with a simple firebolt is foiled. But it's not the failed spell that's the problem. No, it's the tingling she feels --- like static in the air.

Before she knows it or can act, Ithaca sneezes. What follows starts as a fizzling that morphs into an electric shock. There's a hiss of frustration. Wild Magic Surge. Fuck!

There's a growl of frustration as she whips around to look at her companions. "Which one of you is---"

Yet her compatriots are nowhere to be seen nor heard. All there is is a chorus of meows and barks. And still the voice screams in her head, only with more volatile anxiety this time.

IT'S RAINING CATS AND DOGS; For one hour, every creature within a 9m/30ft radius is turned into either a cat or a dog.

[solifelessblog]

Love the Wanted AU! Looking at the designs - did Darius lost his eye when he was captured or was it a temporary injury? Also, did Belos find out that Darius was rescued/escaped?

Thank you!

Thank you!!! 💜💜💜 he did lost his eye 👀 and yes! Belos usually visits his prisoner when he has time, so it didn't take him long to realize that Darius escaped

[buninabottle]

A winter walk at dawn,

Two snowflakes grow together.

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A much belated gift for my friend iingezo! ❄️🪷✨

[shhh-secret-time]

i am so freaking excited for your fantasy au fic to continue. the first chapter is already just, wow. your writing is really incredible and i get so immersed in it every time. i can already tell this is gonna be amazing. elf king kyle is my favorite flavor of kyle and i am so so looking forward to the story, im shaking in my boots! so much love💋

Ajfjjajaj FLAVOR?! Are you me?! That's what I call it!!

Thank you so much!! Encouragement like this goes a long way!

[oculusxcaro]

How did you manage to escape the facility?

"Not easily, that's for sure." Khare muttered with a grimace, her face souring further at having to think back to those days when she'd been under lock and key, at the mercy of mad researchers pursuing even madder goals. Just the thought alone was enough to cause a spike of anxiety roiling through her body, sharp intake of breath reminding her she was away from all that, at least for now.

"I… planned it, for quite some time. It took a while too. Didn't have anything else to do considering they locked us up in our own tiny cells, storing us like old toys until they wanted updates on how we were doing." The days back then had blended into one another, the passage of time soon becoming meaningless without clocks, calenders or even windows to indicate whether it was day or night. Time was measured through other ways, whether it was feeding time, time to get hosed down for a quick 'shower' or when it was time to get yanked off for more testing, usually when the drugs in their porridge had taken their toll. It was with a bitter expression that Khare sucked in another slow breath. "It got easier once I stopped eating. I knew then that was how they kept us nice and quiet, easier to control. I pretended to be asleep whenever they came for me, but kept my eyes cracked so I could map out the place. How many guards posted and where, that sort of thing. Eventually they got complacent and that's when I started getting ideas." The guard assigned to her unit was particularly sloppy, a man called Dave, or Dipshit Dave as she'd taken to calling him more than once or twice when he tried getting friendly with her.

"After a while, I got a good idea of how big the place was. Spotted the exit on the way to the labs also, and learned the code to escape. Then, one day there was a bad batch of injections to be tested… killed the first guy who received them straight away and immediately mutated the next. Some sweet-looking Mennonite girl, she couldn't have been older than sixteen at the time." Khare sighed, the look of remorse and regret on her face having never been stronger. Angrily she wiped at the corner of her eyes, stinging with tears that refused to shed. "Not sure why they didn't stop then. They jabbed us all, one after the other and - it hurt. I think I did pass out for real then, my body going numb. Woke up in my cell later on and that's when I decided I couldn't stay another day. I had to get out." Or die trying. Death would have been preferable to staying in that hellish place, waiting for the inevitable or worse, becoming a twisted, writhing mass of flesh unrecognizable as any animal on earth. "Those bad batches were the key to my escape. Dipshit Dave came by later to check on those who'd been taken and survived. Most of us didn't so he was sent alone. Big mistake." Khare sneered, lips pulled back to reveal her teeth as the sweet, sweet memory of knocking his head into the wall came into full force. It was hardly justice for what had been done to her, the all the people who'd died or even that sweet girl who'd become something else, but it sure felt good striking back somehow, in her own pathetic way. "I grabbed his face when he bent over to check up on me. My fingertips popped, they were so full of electricity but it stunned Dipshit Dave long enough for me to knock his head in a few times. Grabbed his gun, grabbed his keycard and made a run for the exit there and then. The alarm didn't get raised until I'd just about reached the exit." Some of the guards tried using a stun gun on her but they didn't work. She'd shot back with Dave's gun but missed, wishing dearly she hadn't. Still, it made them back off long enough for her to throw open the doors, Khare running wildly into the courtyard where it was thankfully night. She frowned at the memory of barren grounds, of rocks and a high fence walling everything off, woefully unprepared to stop a mass breakout but then how often had escapes happened? Not often enough if she'd managed it. "By the time I got halfway over the fence, more guards arrived, this time carrying real guns. Got shot right in the hip causing me to fall over onto the other side before getting up and scrambling off into the bushes. Hurt like a bitch at the time but I think I was too full of adrenaline knowing it was now or never, because if they got their hands on me again, I knew for sure I wouldn't live to see morning." Or anything else again. Briefly Khare wondered if those guards ever got into trouble for her escaping. Maybe they'd explained it all away, claiming to have dumped her body with the others who'd died that night? Perhaps they considered it irrelevant, not thinking she could survive the vast trek throughout the wilderness down the mountains and through the forests back to civilization. The bears certainly tried their best to stop her though Khare had survived them too, swimming, crawling and jogging day and night until she'd came across traintracks, following them south until finding a logging railroad that would make her journey easier. "Now if you'll excuse me, I don't like talking about it, or what happened afterwards."

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@spiriitum said: “Stephen Vincent Strange…” A pause, Peter realizing he’s suddenly treading dangerous waters. But his mouth moves faster than his brain, the young man letting out a sharp snort of laughter before his eyes widen, jaw slightly agape. “I— I didn’t— Vincent’s a GREAT middle name.”

"Don't test your luck Peter Benjamin Parker". How in the multiverse did the little spider figure out his middle name? Something that Stephen himself had kept under lock and key. Even people he was close to like Wong and Christine didn't know his embarrassing little secret.

"I trust I don't need to use a forget spell on you right? Just forget you even learned about it, okay? And no telling Wong, Tony, or anyone that would gain leverage over knowing about my middle name. You got that?".

He's worried Peter isn't going to listen to him and that his orders are falling on deaf ears but Stephen decided to put his foot down and end it here before anything got out of hand due to the new knowledge gleamed from the thing the master of the mystic arts was trying to hide.

[masquenoire]

💭 + harley uwu

𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓬𝓪𝓷𝓸𝓷𝓼 — send 💭 + a topic to receive a headcanon about said topic.

Nobody has ever pissed off Roman quite like Harley has. Their relationship was contentious enough to start with thanks to her connection with the Joker but Harley is capable of irritating him like nobody else, making him feel like an oyster that can’t get rid of an annoying itch. I’ve mentioned before how I’m not exactly... fond of Roman’s ‘Birds of Prey’ adaption but I LIVE for every petty issue this man has with her;

Calling him Romy, saying “expresso” instead of “espresso“, sticking gum under his chair, spoiling countless movies, changing the channel before stealing the television remote, forgetting to use a coaster on his tables, burping the alphabet, touching his paintings, carjacking (and crashing) his Rolls Royce  and  graffitiing his Ferrari are just a few of the many, many, many, many things she’s done that’s wildly pissed him off just as much as the last thing on this list.

Nobody, not even the Joker has gone out of his way to wind him up (because let’s face it, even if he did, what’s Roman going to do about it?) but Harley uniquely has the ability to get under his skin like nobody else, fearlessly prodding every gigantic red button that leads to a meltdown. She’s loud, she’s rude, she’s obnoxious in every imaginable way and is the definition of uncontrolled chaos which, to a control freak like Roman, is unacceptable. Very few people have offended Roman and lived to tell the tale, but she’s both angered and offended him so greatly he’s ended up passing out from sheer outrage.

[braveryhearted]

daisy jones and the six: ep 01   ♡   feel free to change anything as needed.  happy writing ᵔᴗᵔ

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@freedthedark said: “what’s going on?” [ for Gray! hello!! ]

"Ah the usual. Natsu being a flame breath lizard idiot and fighting with me over the last piece of chicken leg. Lucy crying because I accidently read her manual script again without permission. Erza having her threating aura because I made Luce cry. And Happy being annoying and taking his friend's side and not mine. Just another average day with use over here in Team Natsu. Guess Jellal is now part of the team too. I think he's in the corner face palming though. Smart guy. Not gonna lie".

True, Gray felt sorry for Jellal being placed in this group instead of maybe Freed's group or somewhere else. Although, maybe it was a good move not to put the newcomer in Laxus's team because the man had a beef with Mystogan a long time ago and Gray doesn't think the tall blonde would had forgiven that. It was just bad luck that the newbie shared the same face with one of the toughest people in Fairy Tail and clashed with others on the almost same playing field. There was nothing Jellal could do, Gray thinks to himself.

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

hi hello for drunken love confessions prompts 16 "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we're usually kissing." if anything comes to yooou 💘💘💘

hiii my love thank you SO much for this prompt, it brought me joy when i really needed it, and im sorry it took me so long asdfghjkl

drunk love confessions prompts : "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we’re usually kissing."

you fill my head with you | 22K | buddie drunk love confession | ao3

And then everything winded down, their friends decided to turn in and head home. Him and Eddie were the last to leave, and he–

He stumbled out of the bar right beside Eddie. He–Oh god, he threw himself all over Eddie. He flirted. He–he told Eddie that–

Buck’s hand stills, the toothbrush lying on his tongue with dead weight, uncomfortable and somewhat annoying, but Buck can’t even think about that because he fucking told Eddie that he dreams about them kissing.

What the fuck?

What the actual, horrible, unholy fuck?

Buck has to leave.

He needs to find a deep, dark hole to climb inside. Bury himself so that he can never come out.

He told Eddie he dreams about them kissing.

He can never see Eddie again for as long as he lives and that’s such a terrifying, heartbreaking, impossible thought, but that’s the way it has to be.

or, a night of drinking leads to buck confessing his feelings to eddie and they are both very stupid about it

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[fleurriee]

— the best way to learn ; aemond targaryen

pairing ; aemond targaryen x wife!reader

synopsis ; for a second there, you thought you’d lost your daughter. you should’ve known she’d be with her father, doing what they do best - causing mayhem in the privacy of your chambers.

word count ; 3.3k

themes ; fluff, established relationship (married)

warnings ; none. maybe slightly ooc aemond???

author’s note ; first time writing for aemond,,,, what do we think??? this man has a chokehold on me ever since that first episode we saw him in & i’ve finally given in and done something about it asdfghjkl also i can’t make alicent a villain, especially when she’s olivia cooke, im sorry.

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You couldn’t find your daughter.

The last time you saw her had been early in the morning, sending her over to her nursemaids as they took over. She’d be spending majority of the day there, catching up on her reading and slowly beginning to learn more equity. You didn’t like it when the day turned out in such a way, because she was your daughter, and it was technically your job to teach her such things, but when yourself and Aemond became busy at the same times, you had no other choice.

This morning, you were called by Queen Alicent, your mother-in-law, requesting that you spend the majority of the day with her, sharing between both the council room, but also her chambers. She’d asked that you come in on some of the council sessions that would be taking place during the day, aiding her in the errands of the kingdom she was suddenly having to take care of due to the King’s declining health.

(Although, she had also mentioned that she also wished to spend some time with you regardless, seeing as it had been a little too long for her liking. The two of you had gotten along pretty much from the moment you met, with her relishing in the perfect match between yourself and Aemond. Ever since then, you’ve been like another daughter to her.)

You were constantly feeling honoured and a little proud of yourself whenever Queen Alicent would ask specifically for your presence during these meetings - after all, you were only her second son’s wife, with barely any authority placed upon your shoulders when it came to making final decisions like this.

When you’d first told her of your worries of others opinions on your presence there, she’d instantly shut them down. Queen Alicent head adamantly stated that she valued your opinion, not only as a member of her family, but as a woman. She knew you’d go with the options that would be best for the kingdom entirely.

No one had ever said anything to you, despite the lingering glances they’d continue to give you throughout each meeting. You had an idea that the reason nothing had happened was both on the Queen’s orders, and for the fear of your husband’s wrath should you mention just a slither of an occurrence to him.

The reason why Aemond was unable to properly look after your daughter was due to the training he had with Sir Criston Cole in the yard. It was an errand he didn’t enjoy - in fact, every time he knew he had it forthcoming and afterwards on his return, he would grumble and groan about participating in it.

When it came to Aemond, he much preferred staying in with his family, reading some other tome he’d found in the archives of the family library that spoke of extravagant histories. Aemond Targaryen had never been into tourneys and training like that, but, he knew, as was his duty as the second son of the King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he needed to learn to protect those close to his heart - his two girls at the top of that list.

So, despite wishing he was anywhere else rather than in that particular yard, as onlookers watched on with beady eyes, he keep himself there. The practice would allow him to feel confident in himself that he could protect his wife and daughter. Not that he would never not try, anyway, but the reassurances were nice.

The bonus was that he was good at it, meaning those of the guard would command that he help protect the rest of the kingdom, alongside them. No one was about to pass up a good warrior like Aemond Targaryen, even if he did grumble and glare at them.

Therefore, due to the both of you being busy with duties neither of you were particularly happy to be doing, you had trusted your only daughter in the care of her nursemaids. Before you’d left her, you promised her that her mother and father would call for her later, at a more suitable time where the three of you could be together as a proper family in the safe confines of your chambers.

It was difficult to really show off the love you had for one another in the way you admired, majority of the time. You couldn’t really do so when roaming the halls of the castle, or when walking some of the better streets of the kingdom.

As royals, it was customary for you to keep straight faces, to smile politely in a nice way, and to only ever speak when you were spoken to, more so than ever seeing as you were a woman. To you, as a princess, the wife to the second son of King Viserys, it was of paramount importance that you taught your own daughter the same thing you were taught, too - to be a lady when seen in public, to be prim and proper, but when safely wrapped in the warm embrace of those your trusted wholeheartedly, be whoever you wanted to be.

Even from a young age, yourself and Aemond did your absolute best to teach her that, knowing it was to be a fundamental part of her personality if she were to survive in this part of the world she was chosen to grow up in. Thankfully (as you’d always say), your daughter had taken after her father immensely in every way, and not just in her appearance, with her violet eyes and silver mane - no, she was also fierce, wishing to one day be wearing a similar armour to her father and wield a sword that represented his.

This dream of hers wouldn’t disappear, no matter how many times you heard others try and quell it. It wouldn’t, though, not when you, Aemond and Queen Alicent herself allowed her to dream whatever she wanted, promising her that one day, they would all come true. And, if it was up to the three of you, you’d make sure it did. Aemond had told her it would, too, many times, but reminding her that, for now, the two of them would have to pretend it was the same when fighting with wooden swords in your private chambers.

And, that’s exactly where you were headed now.

After bidding a swift goodbye to your good mother, promising her that you would make sure to see her again before the day was over (to which she replied, preferably with my son and granddaughter, with a chuckle), you’d gone back to where you’d left your daughter with her nursemaids early that morning. But, upon entering, you noticed she hadn’t been there - no one had.

Despite believing that surely she’d be safe if she was in the company of her nursemaids, knowing they’d protect her with their lives as they had vowed, for just a split second, you could feel your heart dropping to the very bottom of your stomach, feeling as though you were going to throw it up out of nerves. But, you told yourself that everything was fine, willing yourself to calm down, and repeatedly telling yourself that you simply hadn’t checked enough rooms to be completely worried yet.

However, it only spiked up more than ever when you’d gone down to the yard to speak to your husband, wanting to see if maybe he had seen her. Only when you came up short, everything felt worse. Not even Sir Criston was there, meaning you couldn’t question him about anything, even if you’d wanted to.

There was a part of your mind that was desperate to think logically, to think rationally - maybe Aemond had left to see her. Yeah, you’re sure that was it. Still, that one part of your mind wouldn’t stop nagging at you with dangerous, pessimistic thoughts.

Palms sweating and eyes flickering madly from one corner to the other, and then only repeating the same process, desperation is clear in your actions as you tried your damn hardest to keep a levelled composure. You knew it wouldn’t do well for anyone else dwelling in the confines of the kingdom’s walls to see you acting so wildly and brash, not when they were so used to you being the rational one that calms your husband down during his own heightened tempers. There would be no use in causing a mayhem if there was nothing to worry about, which is what you continued to tell yourself, hoping that the more you thought it, the more likely it would be on the other end.

It wasn’t like you could help these particular feelings, either - you were a mother after all, and you were always going to worry. No matter the circumstances, no matter the place, no matter the people… you would always have these lingering doubts that something was wrong with your baby if she was ever not in your’s or your husband’s arms.

That’s why your steps stayed hurried and frantic, and your breaths started to become slightly laboured as you rushed to your shared bedchambers, forcing the doors open and hoping above all hopes - to both the Old Gods and the New - that something would be inside that would give you the answers to calm your racing heart.

And, the sight that greeted you, face-to-face, the moment those doors opened, managed to fill your heart with the upmost of love.

There, standing on your bed, feet bouncing her up, down and around as she yelled out with her squealed, tiny giggles, was your daughter. Her hair was an absolute mess, no longer styled in the plaits you’d given her that morning; strands of silver falling into her face from the length of it - again, wanting to take after her father. It wasn’t bothering her, though, not when there was an elated smile plastered right upon her lips as she attempted to push her father further away from her, hands pulled out in front of her like she was warning him off.

Said husband of yours was continuing to stand at the end of your bed, a teasing, expectant expression on his face, like he was awaiting something. Aemond was slightly hunched over, preparing for the next opening when he could pounce upon your daughter and attack with all the love he had on offer.

As all this was happening, you stayed silent, watching on as the two of them breathed heavily. That was a sure sign that this had possibly been happening for a short while now - as it always would, when she was playing with her father.

“Kepa (father),” she paused, taking another deep breath, the flush of her cheeks apparent as another small giggle escaped from her lips. “Kepa (father), I don’t know!”

Walking ever so slightly closer to her, Aemond tsked, shaking his head. Still, the reading grin never left his features. “Yes, you do, ñuha byke zaldrīzes (my little dragon)…”

My little dragon. You absolutely adored it when he called her that, making you feel proud and domesticated with the two of them, with your little family. And, she was his little dragon, in every aspect - looks, personally, heritage. It would only be a matter of time before she possessed her only companion, and you couldn’t wait to be there with her for that achievement.

However, too caught up in the haze of the love you held so dearly for them, you hadn’t realised your daughter spotted you, her eyes sneakily looking for a way of escape and heart jumping for joy when she spotted you lingering. “Muña (mother)!” her yell pierced through the walls of the chambers, clambering herself off the bed as quick as possible (trying to avoid her father’s arms reaching for her), and wrapping her tiny self around one of your legs, safe beneath your dress and hiding herself behind the material.

Watching her, and noticing what had caught her eye, accompanied by her correct High Valyrian, your lord husband spotted you, as well. His once teasing, mischievous expression instantly turned softer at the sigh of his lady wife, stepping a little closer to the two of you. “My lady wife, I did not expect to see you until later in the day.”

You chuckled, smiling back at him lovingly before reaching a hand out to stroke the top of your daughter’s head, both a motherly gesture and an attempt to brush some of the silver strands back from her flushed face. “As did I,” you replied, “but when I went to check in on Visenya only to find her not there… I panicked.”

With a sympathetic smile, Aemond looked lovingly down at you, at the worry that was still slightly hidden behind your tone of his at your admittance. He reached over until his hand was clasping behind your neck, bringing you forwards and all the more closer to him so he could place a delicate kiss against your forehead. The whole gesture was so loving and tender, so much different in comparison to how he usually portrayed himself anywhere else that wasn’t in your chambers with his little family.

“Kepa came to get me,” your daughter explained, not realising that she was beginning to rat her father out. Her chin was propped up against your leg, looking up at you with such innocent eyes - violet, like her father. “He told me it was time to learn more High Valyrian.”

At her words, you focused your attention back on your husband, cocking a brow at him as your smile slowly faded just a smidge. No one would’ve noticed it, but, Aemond wasn’t no one - he knew you better than he knew himself. He sighed, “I know I should’ve told you, but, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“You know I always check up on her, Aemond,” you spoke, voice quiet and just a tiny bit exasperated as you reprimanded your husband. You should’ve known Visenya would’ve been with her father all along, for reasons exactly as this one. But, the worry of a mother would always eat away at you until your daughter was back in your own grasp. That’s just how it was - you couldn’t help yourself.

As a second longer passed and the silence stilled within the room, the small slither of annoyance you previously felt dissipated at the apologetic, longing look he was sending you. You always gave in easily when it came to Aemond Targaryen, no matter the face he was pulling at you - he was just that handsome. You could feel a small shift down by your leg, spotting your daughter continuously looking from yourself, then over to her father, trying to fully understand the situation playing out in front of her, and you couldn’t help but feel refreshed again, like you hadn’t had any worries to begin with. “And,” you began, smiling wide down at her, Aemond instantly knowing your next moves just from one look at you, “you know I always like to join in when you learn High Valyrian.”

The moment the last word fell from your lips, you bent down with quick movements, picking her up within your arms and holding her tightly against you before she could even think about trying to run away. She squealed in utter excitement, laughing and giggling all the same, feet kicking upon your sides as she desperately tried to leave your embrace.

“Now,” you began, tilting your head down at her, before looking back up to your husband, “what were you teaching her?”

Aemond began to stand a little further back, already sensing that you were going to join in on what he had been doing to your daughter earlier, and sensing that more chaos was about to be brought forwards, giving you a little more room. After all, this was how the two of you always taught your little Visenya High Valyrian, because, at the end of the day, it worked out in the end, helping her remember her words. Plus, she secretly loved it, too, but, she’d never tell either of you that.

“I was teaching her to say one day, I am going to ride the biggest dragon in the world.” A prideful smile lingered upon his lips after he’d finished, looking at his daughter fondly. There was a look in his eyes that told the two of you he’d make sure it ended up true - he’d make sure the two of you always got what you deserved, and more. That was his role as husband and father, and he would continue to do so until the Stranger forced him to go.

You gasped mockingly, looking back down at your little girl, pretend disbelief marring your features. Visenya had stopped in her attempts to escape since, now looking up at you with her doe eyes, a small, subtle smile on her lips, waiting. “You know how to say that, my sweet girl,” you cooed sweetly, “kepa (father) taught you not too long ago.”

The memory came back to you instantly, of Aemond speaking about how excited he was of your daughter claiming her own dragon egg to you. It was something that had been on his mind practically since the day you found out you were expecting, and ever since then, he’d gone on about it. So, of course, he was going to teach your daughter how to boldly proclaim such a thing. It was all he wanted to hear from her.

Visenya’s face scrunched up when you’d reminded her she’d been taught it not too long ago, raising her hands in the air like the little drama queen she is. “I know, but I can’t remember!”

“Well,” you began, pointedly, in a sweet tone that had a lingering tease within it, one that came accompanied with a look that instantly told your husband that the usual was about to happen. “You know what happens when you can’t remember…” you gave a pause for more effect, sneakily looking down upon her before the biggest smile broke out upon your features, instantly digging your fingers into her sides as you began tickling her. Even more giggles than before erupted throughout your bedchambers, mixed in with both pleads and begs for you to stop, but, you wouldn’t. It was obvious she was having a fun time just from the sounds she was emitting.

Continuing on with your playful attack, you moved the two of you over in the direction of your bed, lying her down on her back as her little legs kicked in the air, trying to feign you off. Aemond came up beside you, looking down upon his family with loving eyes, laughing at your daughter’s demise, her peals of delight capturing his heart and squeezing it tight.

There was nothing he simply loved more than being trapped within his chambers - something he enjoyed before he’d met you, anyway, preferring his own company rather than having to pretend around others - but, that had only intensified when his two girls came tottering along, looking for someone to cling onto and protect them, something he’d always do even in his sleep.

Nowadays, he never truly complained or minded as much when he had to go about his duties and pretend to be someone he wasn’t really, putting on a front just to please some overweight lords who wanted to get in his family’s good books - not when it meant he had something special waiting for him towards the end of the day when he returned home.

Aemond Targaryen had the two of you under his dragon wings, arms wrapped firmly around him and not letting go any time soon, and he couldn’t ask for anything more… not when, already, he’d felt like he’d accomplished everything within his life.

[bakugosbratx]

Tw: NSFW 18+ Content. Yandere themes, suicidal thoughts and attempts, religious beliefs, heaven and hell au, hunter and prey trope, noncon, abuse, foul language, choking, degrading, etc.

Words: 2.1K

Not beta read

A/N: this took me way too long and I’m sorry asdfghjkl. This is for my twinie’s poppin’ cherries collab. Hope y’all enjoy!

Tags: @nymphoheretic

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Run.

That is all you keep telling yourself when your legs want to give out. Your lungs were practically shriveling in your chest, your rigid breathing choking you with each long stride through the dense dark forest. Still, your will to get away from this evil being was too strong.

You must fight.

The mud caked your bare feet as you continue to run, periodically gazing over your shoulder to see if he is behind you. Though you could not see him, you knew he was lingering. You knew better than to fall for a faux sense of security. The beast was cruel like that.

Peaking over your shoulder one last time to see if you can see the demon, you lost your footing on a log that blocked your path. “Shit!” You screeched as you fell to the moss covered ground below, your kneecaps being scraped from the bark of the log.

Anger consumes you as you hear the devil’s hysterical laughter echo the forest. You could not pinpoint his location, but you knew he was too close for comfort. He was everywhere.

“I will not submit to you!” You call out into the darkness, your nails digging into soft green plants below.

“Then you better continue running.” The cocky male retorted, his voice so close to your ear you could feel his warm breath. Though, when you quickly shift your focus to where he should have been, he was nowhere to be found. The hairs on your body rose, kicking in what was left of your adrenaline.

Finding your way back to your feet, you continue running into the never ending night. Laughter and red eyes peered from multiple angles, trees falling all around, and one almost landing right on top of you.

Shutting your eyes tight, preparing from impact, a large pair of muscular arms lifted you into his grip. That was a much worse feeling than being squished by a humongous tree.

“Let me down, you damn devil!” You demanded, clawing at his bare flesh with your nails as well as kicking him. “Is that anyway to thank me for saving you from a falling tree?” The male, who you knew as Sukuna, responded dryly, opening a portal back to his domain.

“You didn’t save me! I wanted to die! You should have let me, damn you!” You hiss in frustration. You have not been in Sukuna’s captivity for very long, but you knew for sure that you wanted out and after so many failed attempts of escaping this beast, you knew the only true way out was death. A death that you are always so close to, but Sukuna will never give you.

Sukuna carried you to the hot spring that was near his bedroom. “Get cleaned up. You smell like a wet dog.”

You opened your mouth to have a sarcastic comment, but decided to keep it for a rainy day. Sukuna usually didn’t care about what condition you were in when he threw you back in your cage. You could not recall the last time you had a proper bath since in his captivity so you were not going to argue with him.

“You got twenty minutes. Don’t do anything stupid.” Sukuna ordered, dropping you into the warm depths below without warning. You contemplated staying down there until your heart stopped beating, but you knew Sukuna would just save you at the very last second. It wasn’t worth the energy.

Swimming back up, you gaze around through the mist that illuminated the room. Sukuna wasn’t in view, but you knew he was somewhere, watching. He always watched you even when you thought he wasn’t. No thought goes undetected, no action goes unnoticed, and no word falls on deaf ears. Sukuna was always around.

Always.

Bathing in silence, all of the dirt that has collected on your body washed away. The magical properties of the hot spring have returned any hair on your body back to its natural beautiful state. Your unmoisturized skin turned back to its soft ways before you got captured. For once in weeks, you felt like you again.

Twenty minutes came and went quicker than you would have appreciated as you heard Sukuna’s deep voice echo the room. “Your twenty minutes are up, brat. Report to me at my throne.”

You arched a brow, never being requested to visit Sukuna at his throne. Was he trusting you to make this journey on your own to him? Is this some other test you are unaware of? Either way, you had no choice in the matter.

Stepping out of the water, you attempted to cover yourself. “The bastard didn’t even give me a towel.” You muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. You should have known he was not going to give you any sort of clothing or covering for your naked body.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” Sukuna impatiently reminded you. Rolling your eyes once more, you exit the hot spring and walk through the bedroom your large metal cage was located in. This was also where Sukuna would “sleep”. The room was very nice. It was one you wouldn’t expect from a devil like him.

The floor was a red velvet that matched the comforter on his gigantic bed. It was bigger than any bed you have seen before considering Sukuna was very large in his natural form. There wasn’t much lighting in here, but Sukuna was only there to deal with you or go to sleep. So, the lighting didn’t really matter. Still, to the unknowing, the room looked like a sex dungeon and you would soon find that out as well.

Walking out of the room, you stroll over to the king who sat on his throne. His chin rested on his palm as he peered down at you. “‘Bout time you showed up. What did I say about keeping me waiting?”

Intimidation filled your lungs. Any remark you had vanished as your eyes met his crimson ones. Something about the way Sukuna sat on his throne reminded you of your place. It also didn’t help that you are naked. This was all a tactic to remind you of your place which is beneath him.

“Got nothing to say, hm?” Sukuna smirked, seeing you choke on your words. You could not even respond before the devil was right beside you, circling you as he gazed over your naked body. Taking in a huge whiff of you, he chuckled. “No matter how hard you try to hide it, your purity always seeps through.”

“W-What?” You stammered, already not liking what he is implying. Is he just saying it to get your riled up? To fall into another one of his wicked mind games?

Sukuna grabbed your chin as he peered down into your beautiful irises, “have you not wondered why I brought you here? I thought you humans were somewhat curious,” he hushed you with his long, cold, black talon on your lips, “you think your virginity will get you into heaven? With a blood as pure as yours, they would be stupid to turn you away.”

Sukuna’s eyes darkened with lust, “that’s why I must taint it.”

Your pupils widened as your bottom lip quivered. “P-Please, don’t d-do this.” You whimpered. This only fueled the devil more as he licked your tears.

“Even your tears taste pure.” He hummed, his crazed laughter echoing your mind. The daunting evil that took over you as the demon grabbed you by your throat to his bedroom.

Throwing you onto his bed, the wicked male’s tongue worships every inch of your body. His venomous saliva stings, your skin reviving a burning sensation as if it was in the sunshine too long. This can’t be how you let him win, Y/N. You must fight.

You have to stay pure.

Kicking, screaming, punching, anything you did was useless. This only amped up the Devil even more as he rested in between your legs, his shiny white fangs grazing across your sex. “I shall now feast on what’s mine.” Sukuna smirked, his tongue gliding over your bundle of nerves in between your folds.

Sukuna’s tongue swirls over your clit, your back already arching as you grip the sheets with your fingertips. A hollow moan fell from your breath, tears pricking your eyes. “P-Please, stop.” You whimpered, disguised as pleasure more than pleas for him to quit. You have never experienced this type of sensation before. Sure, you have masturbated, but the overwhelming beauty and pain never felt like this.

Sukuna made sure to pleasure all the right spots. Two fingers slipped into your entrance as he enjoyed every second of you. Knuckles deep, they curled and sent your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“F-Fuck.” You mumbled out, mentally cursing at yourself for finding any sense of joy in this. He was invading you in so many ways. What was even worse is that your body caved and creamed all over him. This was just the first step to ruining what is left of your innocence.

Sukuna made sure not a drop went to waste as he gobbled you up. You hated that your body went against your mental commands, but you were slowly falling into the palm of the devil’s hand. Your purity slowly faded away as he removed his robe to reveal his huge cock that is now teasing your bundle of nerves.

“C’mon, y’know you want it. Beg for it.” Sukuna smugly smirked, seeing how much of a good girl you can be for him. He may have stripped your innocence away, but he expected you to have a tad bit left in you.

“N-No.” You whimpered in defiance, your body somehow too weak to fight against this beast that laid on top of you.

“Still got a little brat left in ya, huh?” Sukuna contemplated aloud with an arched brow. The gleaming crazed look that danced in his irises never vanished as well as his daunting smile. “Perfect.”

You could not even attempt to protest as his cock enters inside of your weeping cunt, your nails digging into the satin sheets for support. Your tight pussy could hardly adjust to his girth as he began aggressively stroking himself in-and-out of you. The tip of the monster’s cock was kissing your cervix with not a single ounce of mercy. The pain he inflicted on you was just feeding his sadistic side.

Just like before, your body was still operating against you. Each time his cock removed itself from your depths, your pussy begged for it back. The emptiness for those minor seconds was a sweet relief yet ugly despair you cannot seem to bare.

Your eyes were already rolled into the back of your skull when Sukuna grabbed you by the throat, bringing you back to reality. “Beg.”

You were too far gone to disobey the devil anymore. All of the submissive buttons have been pressed and now, you must obey your controller. “Please, Sukuna. Please fuck me. I need you oh so badly.”

“Atta girl.” Sukuna chuckled, readjusting himself to where you are now slammed down on his cock. “Ride me like the bitch in heat that you are.” He commands and as expected, you follow.

You never rode a dick before, but the way Sukuna had you split open on him, you had no other choice. His claws remained digging into your hips to help you bounce up and down on his pre-cum leaking cock.

“Feel what ya doin’ to me, brat?” Sukuna inquired as he watched you sheepishly nod, drool sliding down your chin.

Taking his left hand, he holds your chin so you are forced to meet his gaze. “I asked you a question, Y/N. Answer it.”

“Y-Yes, Sukuna.”

“And y’know what I am goin’ to do to you?”

You pondered for a moment, your mind too fuzzy to even comprehend his questions. “I-I—“

“I-I—“ Sukuna mocked with a condescending laugh to follow. “Fucked you dumb and I haven’t done much to ya. You virgins are always fun to ruin.”

Babbling incoherent sentences, Sukuna was not even going to attempt to find out what you were trying to tell him. Instead, his hand goes back down to your hip as he encourages you to keep riding his dick.

“Go on, y’know what to do.”

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[kirchefuchs]

HEYYY UUHHH IDK IF. hatchetfield is ur thing rn. So like ignore this ask if you want

But. If you don’t- dumbass Tinkoffski thought I had:

Tinky bleats when he wants teds attention, like. IMAGINE.

if they have a fight and giving each other the silent treatment but eventually Tinky really wants to be with Ted, so he quietly bleats and Teds js like “I’m mad at u, but I love u so c’mere” than they cuddle for lord knows how long

Asdfghjkl, uh while Hatchetfield isn't the current main hyperfixation on my brain, I love this thought a lot. This is sooooooo funny and I love imagining this. Sorry this took me so long to answer, I'm really bad at getting to asks in a consistent timely manner (ADHD be like that).

Also, side thought: even though I know that it would almost definitely be ooc, a part of me still wants their relationship to develop into something that isn't toxic. Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic and a huge softy, but I'd like for them to have something nice. Is that weird?

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I rewatched with my younger cousin Carmen sandiego and was thinking....

What if reader was an infamous theft criminal (cheeky little shit) and then there's saitama who is likely annoyed or just has pure excitement and determination because he keeps letting her slip from his grasp like bitchbsiwjke-

This is literally a Batman Catwoman and enemies to lovers sort of vibe

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(omg the idea of Saitama letting shit like this slide is like him totally edging himself fr asdfghjkl I'm so into it. I hope the wait for this was worth it for you! Sorry I took so long. I really need to write more enemies to lovers fr 🤧)

Brief Encounter (Saitama/Criminal!Reader)

Saitama thought today was a good day to get his grocery shopping done to get it out of the way. Who knows how busy the week is going to be? There are always monsters, and crime, and ridiculous prices on fresh vegetables. It's sort of consistent...chaotic, but consistent.

It's nice having sunsets to look at on a walk, between the colors in the sky and what it makes everything else look like in its light. Sometimes that blue sky can be a bit of an eyesore. Just too bright sometimes. The buildings above cast large shadows that make everything less obnoxious and more calming.

Beside him, he notices a small moment in the shadow of a building that just catches his eye by instinct. He follows the shadow with his eyes up to where it's coming from. Is it a cat? He wouldn't mind seeing one right now.

"Oh, seriously?" Saitama groans, realizing it's a familiar figure creeping around subtly on top of the building.

There's you too. You mean trouble. Someone he thought was just a petty criminal at first that the police could manage has made a real name for herself. In such a short time as well. He can't deny that's rather impressive.

He really doesn't get you. All this skill and potential you have is just going to waste on dumb things. The way you act towards him, too. Well, it makes him feel weird, is the best he can describe. You're really weird...and persistent about it...

He sighs to himself as he makes his way to the building you're likely going to cross, scaling it with one jump and blocking your path.

"Hey! Don't tell me you're doing what I think you're doing."

The sudden unexpected appearance of him surprises you, making you stop dead in your tracks. He isn't wearing his hero suit today, though, he's rather casual. A rare sight for you since your encounters are typically "professional" in nature. You straighten up with a smile as you take in his nice look.

"...Well if you must know, I haven't even done anything, yet! What, were you spying on me?" You tease.

"Yet? It's kinda early in the week for your nonsense, isn't it?" he replies, ignoring your question.

"And you're keeping tabs on my habits?" you laugh as you place a hand on your hip, "Saitama, am I really on your mind that much?"

It crosses Saitama's mind how casual he's gotten with this criminal. They even know each other's names now, along with, well, yeah, he's gotten pretty familiar with her habits.

"Don't get the wrong idea here. You might just be getting predictable."

"Oh, predictable? Is that it? Could you explain to me, then, why a hero goes out of his way to chase me down but not catch me? Really, if I'm so predictable I'd be easy to ignore and avoid. Or maybe...tattle and get me caught?"

Getting called out like that makes his face break its poker expression for a more irritated one. His eyes can't decide whether to stay on yours, or the sway of your hips as you make your way to him, but he remains grounded.

"I'm not gonna go out of my way to do the police's job. It's not worth wasting my time on, anyway. Like I said before, though, you should really sit and consider your potential to be a hero if you're this good at what you do."

He does flinch a bit when your face slowly leans in closer to his, with his cheeks dusting a shade of pink.

"Then why "waste" your time following me like this, hm?" you purr, "You just that nice of a guy? Trying to be everyone's hero?"

The corner of his mouth twitches slightly, with his brows setting a bit lower as his pupils dance from side to side, taking in the color of your eyes, and down to your lips.

"Seriously, ____? This is getting pretty cheesy," he dodges the question. His whole body now draws back a bit as you close in more, trying to keep space so your lips don't brush.

You reach up and grab his blushing cheeks to stop him from going any further, letting your eyes fall to his lips before looking back up. You can't feel the warmth of any breath from him. He's holding it.

"Mm, I like the way my name sounds when you say it~"

There's a darker shade that tints his cheeks hearing that. He lets a silence draw out before he shakes his head from your grasp then steps away, pushing you back with his hand to your shoulder and looking to his side.

"...Now you quit that," he mumbles.

"You know as much as I love to sit and chat with you, I really do have somewhere to be," you say as you side step around him, "I would hate to be late."

"You really get on my nerves...," He grumbles to himself, now trying to just avoid being close by letting you get around him.

"So I do have an effect on you?" You ask, turning your head back to him.

Saitama stares you down as he looks at the corners of your mouth tugging up. He points a finger at you, his face unchanging.

"You need to get your act cleaned up...and your attitude. It's gonna all come back to you one day. I don't think you can handle the taste of your own medicine."

"Well, if you ever have a day where you're more free, I can show you exactly what I can handle~"

The sultry sound of your voice sent with a wink makes the hand that pointed at you clench into a fist, redness sinking into Saitama's face deeper, "Will you- will you quit that!?"

"Enjoy your day off, Saitama!"

"Now wait a seco-"

A loud pop rings out before smoke fills his field of vision.

"Smoke Bomb?! THAT WAS REALLY CLICHE!" He shouts as his eyes navigate through the thick smoke. It wasn't hard to catch your location again, watching you run off. To him it's almost baffling. He could easily catch you. Hell, he could snatch you up and have you thrown in jail by lunchtime.

Yet he watches you make your escape, his eyes following the movement of your legs, up to your behind, your back, until you're out of his line of sight completely.

Saitama let's out a long sigh while he pinches the bridge of his nose, "This lady...I swear...why do I keep letting this slide?"

He rubs the tingling parts of his cheeks where you touched him as he starts walking off, grumbling to himself.

[ro-is-struggling]

Hi!! I was thinking that 6 (song) would go amazingly with Steve like maybe he’s still hung up on Nancy but like reader is in love with him? ASDFGHJKL if you could make this possible I’d dieeeee. Thank you so much

Hi beautiful! thank you so much for participating in the celebration and I'm sorry it took me so long to get to your request, I'm going through stuff lol but despite that I had a great time writing this fic even though it's pure angst with no happy ending. I hope you're ready to cry!

One Last Time || Steve Harrington x Reader

Summary: You knew Steve was still in love with Nancy, but you didn't care. All you cared about was holding him in your arms one last time. 

Warnings: angst, unrequited love kinda, jealousy, no happy ending

English is not my first language 

Word count: 1700

This fic is part of my 600 followers celeration

Sitting alone at the table with dinner served, your gaze traveled from the clock to the door passing by the phone as you waited for a signal from Steve. You were supposed to have a date. You cooked for him, put on a nice outfit and styled your hair, only to have him stand you up. Again. It wasn't the first time Steve had been late for one of your dates and you knew it wouldn't be the last, not as long as she was still in his life. 

Nancy Wheeler was the reason behind all your problems, fears and insecurities. She was everything you weren't —pretty, smart, charismatic, popular— and even though her relationship with Steve had ended a long time ago, she still held the key to his heart. He was still in love with her and it seemed there was nothing you could do to change that. No matter how hard you tried to push her out of his heart, to replace her, it was all in vain. He would never look at you the way he looked at her.

Of course Steve wouldn't admit that out loud. When he was with you he would shower you with gifts and compliments, telling you how happy he was to have you by his side and how he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you. But you knew those were half-truths. He did love you, but not like he loved Nancy. You didn't need to hear him say it to know it, you could sense it in his kisses and the way he looked at you. That special sparkle in his eyes when he looked at her disappeared when he turned his gaze to you. 

You were his consolation prize, his second choice. He was with you because he couldn't be with her, you knew that from your first date. You knew he didn't love you but still you stayed by his side, keeping the naive illusion that someday things would change. You hoped you could make him fall in love with you over time, show him that he had nothing to miss about his relationship with Nancy. Unlike her, you did love him and you hoped that would be enough to make him forget about her.

Still, your relationship wasn't terrible. Most of the time you didn't even remember Nancy and all that she entailed since Steve didn't mention her very often. All of your friends agreed that you were a wonderful couple. You two loved each other and spent most of your free time together. Steve loved to take you on dates and give you gifts, although your favorite times with him were when you would lie on the couch and watch a movie cuddling, enjoying each other's warmth and company. You forgot all your worries when he wrapped his arms around you and held you close to his body, finding peace in the soft sound of his heart beating against his chest. The world around you ceased to exist in those moments, there were no fears or insecurities, just you and Steve.

The memory of those moments was what made situations like the one you were going through now more tolerable. You knew that Steve was with her while you were saving the leftovers from the dinner you had worked so hard to prepare. You knew that Nancy was once again the reason your boyfriend missed one of your dates, but you also knew that she didn't love him, not like you did. They didn't share those special moments you had. She didn't hug him tightly or talk to him as lovingly as you did. She didn't hold him at night, stroking his hair tenderly until he fell asleep in your arms. She didn't leave a little bit of her heart in every single thing she did for him. You did all those things. You and only you. Steve was dating you and not her. Nancy might still hold the key to his heart, but it was only a matter of time before she lost it to you.

When the phone rang you rushed to pick it up, hoping to hear your boyfriend's voice on the other end of the line. You smiled when you discovered that it was indeed him, momentarily forgetting all the pain you felt as you listened to his voice.

"I'm so sorry I'm late, I lost track of time." Steve apologized, sounding genuinely sorry. "I promise I'll make it up to you."

You were ready to forgive him and forget the whole thing, like you used to do when these things happened, but then you heard her voice in the background and jealousy took over you again. Nancy laughed in the distance, happy, while you climbed the walls of your house imagining what Steve could be doing with her for so long. It felt like she was taunting you, like she knew you were being killed slowly by uncertainty and it amused her. Your jealousy-blinded mind felt attacked by her, further aggravating your temper. 

"It's fine," you said in a dry tone that denoted the complete opposite of your words. "Just get home soon."

He told you he loved you before he cut the call short, but you were too hurt and angry at the time for his words to soften your heart. You dropped onto the couch, defeated by the storm of conflicting emotions swirling inside you. You didn't know what to do, what voice to listen to. You loved Steve, but you honestly didn't know how much longer you could go on like this, missing him even when he was by your side, dreading every time she was near, competing for his heart.

You knew that he didn't love you yet, you could live with it as long as there was a possible future for you. You needed to know that all the effort you were making now was not in vain, that you had a chance at happiness. You needed Steve to assure you that he wasn't going to leave you for Nancy at any time. You were willing to keep working on your relationship, to bet on a future together if he was too. You wanted to think that you knew he did, that asking him something like that was silly since it was obvious that Steve wanted to be with you, but the truth was that you didn't. You knew he loved you and was happy with you, but you weren't sure he was as invested in his relationship as you were. And you needed to make sure you weren't wasting your time with him. You needed to know if Steve wanted to put his past with Nancy behind him, because nothing you did would matter if he wasn't willing to forget her.

So in the heat of the moment you decided to give him an ultimatum. Steve would have to choose between Nancy or you because you couldn't go on living in doubt. Jealousy and uncertainty were eating you up inside at all hours, slowly transforming you into a version of you that you didn't recognize. You didn't want to let your insecurities get the best of you, it was time to do something about it. 

You had to put an end to your suffering, even if it meant ending your relationship with Steve. You knew it would hurt if he rejected you, but at this point you were convinced that anything was better than the damn uncertainty. 

Part of you felt bad about your decision, thinking it was unfair of you to attack Steve with an ultimatum like that. But it was also unfair to live the way you did, so you tried your best to stick to your decision. You paced back and forth as you waited for your boyfriend to arrive, your mind full of fake scenarios about what might happen. You tried to stay calm, to not let your nerves get the better of you as you imagined the worst outcome, ignoring the voice in your mind that told you this was a bad idea. You decided to focus on what you would say to him, planning your words carefully so as not to sound too harsh but still remain firm. You wanted Steve to know that you meant business without coming across as overbearing since you understood that this was a difficult situation for him as well. 

You had your speech all prepared by the time you felt the sound of the door. You jumped to your feet, approaching the entrance to greet Steve as you went over the words you had prepared over and over in your mind. ‘Stay strong, you got this' a voice in your head encouraged you, trying to calm the nerves storming inside you as the door slowly opened, revealing your boyfriend on the other side.

You tried to stand your ground, but all your anger disappeared as soon as you saw the remorseful puppy expression on Steve's face. He was looking at you with guilt in his big brown eyes and a pout on his lips, hiding part of his face behind a bouquet of red roses. He looked adorable, enough to make you forget all the words you had been memorizing for the last half hour. 

"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you had a big date planned and I fucked it up, I'm sorry." Steve apologized, the regret clear in his voice. Suddenly, the anger and jealousy you felt minutes before was replaced by fear. Fear of losing him. Fear of never hearing him call you 'baby' again. Fear of never feeling his lips on yours or his arms around your body again. You couldn't lose him, not now when he looked so adorable and apologetic, willing to do anything to make up for his mistake.

"It's fine," you said, letting out a sigh, taking the flowers he offered you and bringing them to your nose to smell the scent.

"I love you," he declared, taking your face in his hands and joining your lips in a kiss. You knew his words were not true, not entirely at least, but you decided to ignore him for the moment, allowing yourself to get lost in the kiss. You decided then that you would let the fantasy continue for one more night. You could talk to him about your feelings in the morning, but right now you didn't want to fight. All you wanted was to hold Steve in your arms as you slept for one last time.

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my god i would absolutely lose my mind if you used joel's jackson model in the cutscene when he and ellie leave tommy for the university. that old man making little jokes and helping ellie onto the horse behind him.....i would DIE

I already made some (sorry it took so long to answer, I promise I read my messages regularly and take all requests into consideration and I'm usually working on them while not answering aks 😂).

I will be posting these randomly. I love his long hair; he's just so asdfghjkl... Jackson Joel was such a blessing for us I can't even.

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Asdfghjkl I hope this is a reader insert blog bc if it is I'm very excited!! If this prompt is inspiring for either of you, could we get something where Yami develops feelings for Yugi's friend (the reader) and his yandere urges starts spreading to Yugi, or maybe Yami tries to convince Yugi to give into his own yandere feelings for the reader, I just love the idea of Yami kinda "corrupting" Yugi and the reader getting caught up in it, ya know? If this doesn't inspire either of you, feel free to just give some general Yandere headcanons or something, I'm okay with anything! Thanks in advance!

-💙 anon~

Yami corrupting Yugi

Warnings: small mention of stalking (?), Small implication of NSFW, murder,

Notes: no because I LITERALLY LOVE THIS IDEA?? LIKE AHHH I imagine Yami would do this, so thank you so much for requesting! ❤️❤️ Also yes this is a reader insert blog! And it’s also a character x character blog too!^^

Updated notes:

I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG?!?! I had this biggest writers block EVER but finally it's done 💀💀

Made by: Mod Yugi, with the help of Mod Yami

It was late at night, Yugi was just laying on his bed doing his usual thing, stalking your social media of course! He felt Yami's presence also staring at his phone. All was good until he saw it, the photo that shattered his heart into millions of pieces, the photo of you and your significant other.

Yugi felt so many things run through his head at once, he couldn't think straight. His stomach started to hurt, next thing he knew he was sobbing into a pillow, he dreaded the day you'd get a significant other who was someone other than him, he had a feeling that this was bound to happen eventually, but why does it hurt so much?

After a few minutes it was quiet, with Yugi occasionally sniffling from his crying, after a few seconds, Yami broke the silence.

"Crying won't fix anything, Yugi."

Yugi looked over at him "W-what did you just say.." he said, wiping tears off his face. "You heard me, you're really going to sit here and cry and let this happen?" Yami said, staring at Yugi and the pillow he still held tightly. "Well.. what can I do?! She looks so much happier with them!" He started, "way happier then she is with me.." he mumbled, looking down at the pillow he was sobbing into. "There is something you can do, Yugi." Yami said, smirking, "Get rid of the issue."

Yugi stared at him confused, he had a feeling about what he meant by "the issue" but.. he didn't mean- "..what do you mean..?" He hesitantly asked, "I believe you know exactly what I mean, Yugi." Yami said, so it was Yugi's suspicion.. "Yami.. I can't! I can't hurt someone! You know how I hate fighting and violence!-" Yugi started to ramble, as much as he wanted to hurt the "issue", he couldn't, especially with how short he is.. Yami got close to Yugi and whispered, "Well I can." Yugi stared at him puzzled, followed by a "..huh?" Yami sighed, "Do you want Y/N to be with someone who could hurt her?" Yugi shot up in a panic at the thought of someone hurting you, "No! Never!" he yelled, "Then we need to fix it, I know they're a horrible person, and I know you know that too." Yami said sternly, "Besides, why would you feel bad for someone who would hurt Y/N?" He asked, Yugi looked down again, and thought for a moment before sighing, "I guess you're right.." Yami smiled, "I'm always right."

Yami then took control, he quietly went down the stairs, not to wake up his grandpa, he went to the kitchen quietly, grabbing a large kitchen knife, Yugi started to panic, "Y-Yami! What are you going to do with that?!" Yami smirked, "Yugi, this is how you deal with that issue." Yugi was scared, but he trusted Yami, but he didn't know he'd do this.. he quietly made his way out the door, "Where are we going?" Yugi asked, but Yami didn't reply. He just walked with his head down, clenching the knife hard, Yugi debated on asking if he was okay, was he also upset about the whole ordeal? Only god knows what he'd do with that knife..

Yugi was confused, he didn't recognize this path, where are they going? What were they gonna do there? "..Yami.. what are we doing here?" Yami seemed to snap out of his anger, as he went to the window of the house and looked inside. "Look, that's why we're here." Yami said in anger, Yugi went blank, he just stared through the window, anger boiling inside him, it’s been a long time ever since he felt this way. Even Yami couldn't believe what he saw, they both stared into the window and saw Y/N and that menace doing.. well.. spicy activities.

Now, Yami knew what he was doing, making Yugi look through the window, purposely making him mad, and possibly driving him to "deal with the issue", but he wasn't expecting this, not at all, but he knows he can use this to his advantage. They both sat there, waiting for the two "love birds" to be done, once they both stopped, that was Yami's que.

He allowed Yugi to take control, next thing Yugi knew, he was standing outside the window, knife clenched in hand. He jumped at the sight, nearly dropping the knife, "Yugi, calm down!" Yami scolded, whispering so they wouldn't be heard. "Now, what you're going to do is look inside until you see Y/N leave." Yami instructed. Yugi hesitatingly nodded, he carefully looked through the window, and after many minutes of worry of being seen and Yami having to snap him out of his fantasies with you, you finally got up to another room and he heard the shower running, now was his que.

"Yugi, now." Yami instructed.

In one swift motion, he opened the window and jumped into the room. He saw that menace who took his Y/N, "Who the fuck are you?!" They screamed, Yugi just glared at them, raising the knife clenched in his hands. "Do it Yugi, kill them." He swore he heard Yami say, and he did just that. In one quick motion to the stomach, they were dead on the bed.

Yugi smiled at his work, he at first had doubts, but that did release some anger he had, a lot actually. He felt Yami was proud of him also, "Good job Yugi, I'll take it from here." He said, taking control. They were both surprised Y/N didn't hear anything, but that was a good thing, especially now that "the issue" is gone.

..until they heard the door creak open..

Yami turned around slowly, seeing a frightened Y/N, "..What did you do.." you stuttered out, he slowly approached you, trying to not seem as frightening as you made him out to be. No matter how much he tried you knew one thing, you had to run.

You swiftly turned around and ran, you didn't exactly have an escape plan, maybe the front door? Yeah, that'd work.

The house seemed so much bigger than before, the front door seemed so much farther now, every turn and step was filled with adrenaline, it was almost hard to control.

Yami nearly didn't make it, until Yugi took control, he was able to jump on you just in time. You screamed and thrashed in his grip, you nearly had one of your wrists out of his hands until Yami took control again, what's with this man and constantly switching?! Due to his strength, he was able to knock you out and he carefully picked you up.

"And that Yugi, is how you take care of "the issue"."