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monstersandmaw · 2 years ago

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Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt: female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents: Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

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Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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white-sinner · 1 year ago

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yandere nerd classmate

x male reader

WARNING: willing reader, sadic reader,yandere getting caught, dom reader, sex, dirty thoughts, dirty dreams

A/N;so my younger brother gave me this idea we were basically talking and all of a sudden he blurts out “you know sometimes you scare me with these macabre things you say” several times he described me as sadistic so thanks little brother for the idea?

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a very shy boy meets a goth boy who will save him from bullies in his freshman year of high school only to find out that they are in class together the innocent nerd's obsession turns into something perverse but he is sure that he will take the decisions?

yandere nerd classmate:who has a crush on you since you two started high school now you're in your senior year and he's so sad he knows he needs to make you his but every time he tries to talk to you or get close his cheeks are all red and smears himself with his own words….poor stupid puppy

yandere nerd classmate: who gets distracted in class by his dirty little thoughts of you fucking him without caring about his enjoyment while you fill him full of your cum and he under you crying and sobbing

Yandere Nerd ClassMate: who is very good at digitally drawing literally a whole folder dedicated to porn drawings about you

yandere nerd classmate: who got a boner when you protected him from a bully your tone of voice so dark the threats towards the bullies and him on the ground behind you luckily he was on his lunch break so he had time to go to the bathroom to basturbarsi as he wanted at that moment to make a video of him masturbating and moaning in a public place thinking of you and then send it to you

“you are really pathetic to bully a person because your stupid dickheads can't even do two math exercises... *smile* let me just say it once and make it clear if you don't leave him alone i'll read you first on a chair cuts your friend's neck and I'll watch his blood flow as he screams in pain, then I'll remove his internal organs, slit his belly and make you choke on them, that would be a fun scene to watch, right? well maybe not for you but for me definitely yes”

yandere nerd classmate: that i start following you to your house stalking your social media well let's just say he wasn't really good at this stuff he was really pitiful but you didn't seem to mind of course he could have been a slut normally and told you he liked you but you decided to let him do it unfounded and let your prey live in his fantasy before killing him

yandere nerd classmate: that one day he decided to put his plan into action by following you in the school parking lot (you could literally hear him shaking and stumbling in his footsteps) and then attack you with a syringe full of sleeping pills but you caught him and crushed him at the wall

“w-what”

“what were you trying to do with this syringe, puppy”

“n-not-“

“don't lie I know exactly what you've been doing since the start of the new semester Logan*

*Logan looks down embarrassed*

“get into my car ”

“M/N wh-“

“I don't think i asked a question it was an order, enter in the car NOW”

after leading him to your house you let him in and kissed him by dominating him with your tongue making him almost suffocate

"well look at the drool that drips from his mouth"

*you slap him on the ass*

"you look like a puppy in heat"

"M/N please"

"mmmh? please what Logan do you need to use your words “

“come on you know don't make me say it's awkward”

Logan was mystified nothing had gone to plan but he really liked this twist so he decided to turn things around by looking away from you and trying to take control to which you replied slapping his ass again

“HICK”

“who told you you were the one in control”

at that moment Logan couldn't take it anymore he really wanted you to fuck him

“please… . you can fuck me…”

“ well finally you seem to obey “

having said that you dragged him with force creating a mark on his wrist to which he did nothing his crush was about to fuck him and branding him his what more could he want?

"Let's take these clothes off"

it was now past what seemed like hours to Logan you were overstimulating him and you weren't into him yet!

“M/N please put it in me!”

“aww but you're a little virgin if I put it inside it could hurt you”

“I don't care! I do not care!"

"ok little bitch calm down"

so you stuck all your cock inside him he started crying and you fucked him so fast that by now his mind was mush "well if you like him so much you could become my malewife by now the studies are finished"

"yes!yesyyes! i want eswhe your housewife M/N perfaw *moan*”

“you're such a slut”

and with these words he came and you looking at his face I did the same your hot sperm that mixed with that of before and before in short now Logan and Logan really realized all his dreams

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inky-evergreen · 4 months ago

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Here's my redesign of Frida that's apart of my version/rewrite of the reboot. Frida is definitely one of my favorites out of the gen 2 clones buts it's sad that she doesn't have that much development and personality. Like you can describe the other clones personality in much more detail that Frida's which sucks. Like she doesn't really have that much flaws and flaws are basically a staple in clone high character so it just feels like the writers didn't really try hard. And the only times they really focused on her character are episode 2 and 8 from season 3 which breaks my heart as a Frida fan.So she's probably one I change the most(?). I just want to give her justice and give her the same appeal that the others clone have.So here's some info about my version of Frida

•Frida is a socially weird but chill artist who wanted people to accept her for who she is apart from her clone mother for so long that she gave up and started not caring about anything or anyone that isn't close to her.

•Frida likes the simple things like painting her weird drawings in her studio and observing nature.The only thing that she doesn't like being simple is her wardrobe where she feels like she could express herself other that her artwork.

•She also likes to keep to herself and doesn't really like to be in the spotlight. Like she doesn't care about half the people in the school so what gives. But her friends are Harriet and Confucius so that gets flown out the window sometimes. Like how Harriet convinced her to become class president with her so they could be popular together.

•Speaking of popularity Frida isn't the most popular person in school anymore that title belonging to Confucius. I mean people know her but she isn't the same popularity level such as her friends. Like if there was a rating between her Harriet and Confucius she would be last.She doesn't go out of her way to get to know everybody since she didn't want to know them in the first place.

•If Frida was a song she would be A Ballad of a Homeschooled Girl by Olivia Rodrigo

•She can't get a reasonably time of sleep for the life of her. She usually sleep between the times of 12 something pm through 5 am. But she sure does sleep during school mostly she sleep at things she doesn't find interesting.

•Doesn't like being compared to her clone mother and has a EXTREMELY complicated relationship to her clone mother. She also has massive identity issues.

• Absolutely do NOT talk about her middle school through freshman years cause she isn't to proud of them. Like if you tough she was weird and awkward now you just had to see her when she was 13.

•Like explained in Tophers info dump, Frida and Topher are mortal enemies for an unknown reason. She's more obnoxious in hating him though like calling him out publicly and accusing him of doing something that isn't woke.

•She changes personalities DRASTICALLY when she's around her friends. With her friends she gets to be herself and is more happy unlike when she's out in public. She's mostly dismissive out in public giving her a "cool" aura too her.

•Has a weird sense of humor like she finds stupid things and things that most people won't find funny funny (sometimes she's embarrassed ashamed about that fact though).

•Has very complicated feelings towards Cleo

• Basically the sudo "Gandhi replacement" out of the new cast since bro is still a popsicle in the timeline in my rewrite (at least for now hehehehehehe). And since Frida and Abe friendship is more apparent in my rewrite to that Abe kinda sees Gandhi in Frida sometimes. Like she act kinda similar to Gandhi just a calmer and less hypered out version of him. She also parallels him in her friendship with Harriet and Confucius (Like Harriet paralleling Abe and Confucius paralleling Joan that type of stuff).

• She can sometimes be rude and brutally honest to the point that it seems rude (but most of the time she means well). She can also selfish and disrespectful. Keeps huge grudges like her relationship with Topher. Acting a little childish and very impulsive, insecure and handles conflicts very poorly. She also can be judgemental of new people and imidetly thinks they have wrong intentions that resulting in acting dismissive towards that person.She has periods of times we're she acts irrational mostly of her bad sleeping schedule.

•But Frida is a pretty cool person if she cares about you. She's enthusiastic, extremely loyal, would give you solizied advice (even if it's harsh). Would always make you laugh and is fun to be around. Determined to be herself even if people don't like her. She usually stays quite and listens to either Harriet or Confucius rambling but when she gets excited for some she gets EXCITED. Like she would talk about that something for hours. She can be optimistic at times and would reassure you if your feeling down. She also playful and would playfully tease you sometimes as a sign of friendship. She cares and love her friends deeply and would move heaven and earth for them. She may look cold and "cool" on the outside but she's a loving and genuine person.

#clone high #clone high fanart #clone high season 2 #clone high season 3 #clone high au #clone high redesign #clone high frida #clone high frida kahlo #frida kahlo clone high #ch frida #digital art #artist on tumblr #Alternate universe #redesign #character redesign #Rewrite #I think she's one of my favorite of my redesigns aside from Confuciuses #Live laugh love Frida #love her sm

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ninetqs · 17 days ago

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TRICK OR TREAT MINAH do you have more chalex <3

they're lesbians. surprise

This isn’t the first time they’re being corralled pre-race into some silly PR stuff, and it won’t be the last. Alex expected it the moment she read the headline saying Charles would be moving up that year. Two girls on the grid—two talented girls on the grid—was unprecedented. Hell, if Alex were a marketing intern, she’d milk the shit out of them too.

That doesn’t mean she has to like it, though.

“You’ll be playing against—oh, here they are now,” the staff member begins, and is promptly cut off by Charles’ gasp.

“Antonio!” she shouts, clapping Antonio on the back. He flushes slightly, but manages to get a greeting out before she launches into hasty Italian.

Behind him, Artur waves at Alex. Alex waves back.

“Ferrari drivers, am I right?” Alex jokes. Artur only makes a noncommittal noise back, his eyes shifting back towards Charles every few seconds.

Alex can’t help but snort at how obvious he is. The staff member waits patiently off to the side as Antonio and Charles chat; Charles is loud, all dramatic hand movements as she discusses what Alex imagines is her earlier wall tap, judging by the sound effects she makes. Antonio laughs at that, which makes Charles laugh even more, and something in Alex sours.

“The game?” Alex prompts, nodding to the staff member.

“Oh, yes!” She stands up straighter and herds Charles back in Alex’s direction. Charles falls into line without complaint, and Alex soon feels Charles’ eyes bearing into the side of her face again. “Okay, so as I was saying, you guys will be split into teams and…”

The game is simple. She’ll ask them a question and they’ll have to write down their answer. Whichever pair has the most matching answers wins.

Charles’ face scrunches up. “We are going to do terribly,” she grumbles.

“No faith,” Alex says, but she privately agrees. She doesn’t know how much she and Charles have in common, other than being girls, but it can’t be much.

“If only our partners were swapped,” Charles laments, picking up her whiteboard.

“You each need to pick a team name too,” the staff member says. “Pick while I set up the camera.”

Alex is content to let Charles decide, and decide Charles does: “Let’s be… Team Guys.”

“Team Guys,” Alex repeats in a deadpan. “Is that a French word?”

“No, no. Like, Team Men. Guys,” Charles repeats, with emphasis, as if that makes any more sense. “Since we both have guy names. It is about the irony.”

Alex’s head whips around, and she makes proper eye contact with Charles for the first time that day. “Excuse me, I do not have a guy name,” she huffs. “And neither do you.”

Charles’ real name is Charlotte. Everyone knows this. The Sharl comes from the first syllable. It’s easier to say in a hurry.

Charles pouts, hugging the whiteboard to her chest. “My male cousin is named Alex, you know,” she argues.

“Alexander, probably.”

“No,” Charles says, stubborn. “Just Alex.”

Alex rolls her eyes. The last thing she needs—or wants, really—is to draw more attention to how she’s not a guy. It’s an objectively stupid name anyway. Everybody already knows why they’ve been paired up.

“No, Charles.” She uses the name to soften the blow, but keeps her voice firm. “Let’s just use… I don’t know. Team Art.”

“Team Art,” Charles repeats, like the very word makes her sick. “Fine.”

She’s sulky for all of five seconds before the staff member calls for their attention and she brightens back up. Alex finds it impressive how quickly she can move on from disappointment. She’s never seen her sad for more than a few minutes.

To Alex’s private relief, Artur and Antonio pick Team Trident as their name. It sounds better because of the alliteration, but it’s objectively just as uninspired as theirs.

The game proceeds smoothly enough, and by that, she means it goes exactly how Charles predicted: terribly.

Favourite season to race in? Charles says spring. Alex says fall.

Favourite Italian food? Charles says pizza. Alex says pasta.

Favourite track on the calendar this year? Charles says Monza. Alex says Silverstone. To be fair, they would’ve never agreed on this one even if they were given a thousand retries.

The end result is a total demolition. 9-2 in the Trident’s favour. Charles buries her head in her hands when she sees the prize: a signed Sebastian Vettel driver card. Originals, not photocopies.

“You’re going to be driving with him in a few years anyway,” Alex consoles her, patting her back. “I’m sure he’ll give you all the signed driver cards you want then.”

“I did not want it for me,” Charles huffs, then adds matter-of-factly, “My brother is also a Ferrari fan, you know.”

“Of course,” Alex says, and notes how unsubtly Charles dodged the rest of her comment.

#you would not believe how many of my wips are just making them girls #this is the very first scene so like. not really chalex yet. but #i didn't write the rest. so this is all i got i'm sorry #9.75 fm #trick or treat

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stillfrownyclownlol · 11 months ago

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Hiding in the bathroom from a man rn lmao

Aidlyn headcanons because...please? Please? They make me sick /positive

These aren't all fluffy or whatever because they traumatized af and relationships like that are...difficult... but not impossible.

-he's 8-ish months older than her and like, 20ish cms taller (sorry I don't know how American feet work lol 😭)

-He hyperfixated on the relationship lmao.

-Clingy...they BOTH are. In different ways I mean but. They are both clingy. They're scared the other is gonna die when they aren't around lol 🙃 Aiden is ofc very touchy and grabby, he just has to FEEL that she's with him. Also type of guy to call at 2am "hey bby u good?". Ash gets antsy if she hasn't seen or heard from him in a while (a while means like 2 hours) especially since he like spam texts her every 5 seconds. But he also hyperfixates or disassociates for a while and will forget 🤡 like she will yell at him about why he didn't call her for 17 hours and he'll just be like "um sorry. I was. Staring at a wall."

-he has a lot of weird/cringy ass pet names for her that makes her want to slap him; probably calls her Bae or whatever. Ash nicknames for Aiden: Idiot, stupid, dumbass, public safety hazard...called him "dear" like once just to try it and hated it. "Mr. Durable" if she wants to annoy him.

-worlds worst pick up lines. Ash NEVER understands them.

-he loves surprises! Surprise him! He wants to surprise Ash too! She kinda hates this. They decided to "compromise": he will tell her beforehand that there is a "surprise" and gives her little clues/puzzles so she can figure out whatever it is. He has like 0 patience tho so he always helps her figure them out 🤡 Ash likes watching him get excited about the puzzles and doing them together more than the surprise half of the time.

-Him infodumping is like white noise so she can sleep lol.

-they try to do things the other likes since Ash thinks this is important for a "healthy relationship". Almost died when they went to an indoor rock climbing place 💀 but she got to see Aiden in a leotard when they did ballet together so it was a fair trade (blackmail)

-he is her hypeman at ballet recitals, will probably cheer when she comes on stage and has a sign and everything, the rest of the gang (and Ash) is just like "...we don't know this guy"

-she wishes he took care of himself more. Sends him stuff like "did you drink any water today", "Ben told me you're gonna skateboard down the hill please dont", or "IF YOU SET YOUR BOOKS ON FIRE IM GONNA CALL THE POLICE" <3

-sometimes if she's sad she just kinda. Falls on his back. Like a koala or smth. She has that "I literally cannot do anything" sort of depression (which to be fair Aiden also has sometimes). Aiden carries her around.

-when nobody's looking she kisses his cheek, cuz she knows his face is usually sore from smiling so much.

-pretty low key on her part, but Aiden is so obvious everybody knows 💀 She doesn't like PDA (more so the fact that people stare) but Aiden will usually put his arm around her shoulders or waist/give her a smooch (not on the mouth) <3 it's honestly not that different from how he was when they were just friends ngl 🤡

-he says "I love you" easily, because it genuinely is the easiest thing in the world for him. He has 0 doubts about how he feels for her. Ash doesn't say it a lot cuz she feels weird saying it, so she does her best to show it in other ways.

-he gets jealous easily *siiiiigh* It's cuz he's insecure!!! Help him! 😭 He doesn't get annoyed with her because like. Ash pays about as much attention to other guys (I mean besides Tyler, Ben and Logan) as she does to dust. But he will death glare at any guy they don't know that's staring at her 💀

-kinda codependent... *looks at the floor* they are working on it. Sometimes Aiden feels like he's only alive for her. (I- Look at episode 61- IVE BEEN IN HIS POSITION. AIDEN BABY THIS AINT HEALTHY)

-absolute dork. Draws "A.C. + A.B." in a little heart in his note margins because he's goofy like that.

-he fell first she fell harder NO I will not be taking any criticism for this.

Anyways it's raining outside so I'll just post this now

#sbg #school bus graveyard #school bus graveyard webtoon #sbg (webtoon)#aiden clark #ashlyn banner #aidlyn #ashden #aiden x ashlyn #headcanon

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beanghostprincess · 9 months ago

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Transmasc Sanji coming out to the gang and of course everyone is incredibly supportive. Chopper even manages to get him the One Piece equivalent of testosterone (may be actual testosterone but also I feel in a world where there’s a viral illness that gets you all boobed up there may be funnier options). Hurrah!

…. Except hat Sanji is afraid of needles and his T-shot is absolute agony for him every time. He can’t do it himself. The only people he trusts with it are Chopper, Nami and Robin. Until one day Usopp asks him if he can try it, because those three are currently otherwise occupied and Sanji has been kind of moping about it all day. Sanji agrees thinking it will be hell and prepares himself to constantly tell Usopp “NOT THERE!” “Make it quick!” “Please for the love of god don’t hit anything important I don’t want- …. What are you doing?”

He locks eyes with Usopp whose tongue is poking out, a pen in his hand, drawing on his leg. “Taking aim.” Sanji looks down at himself to see the bullseye painted onto his thigh. “What-“ The sniper pulls down his goggles with a comically serious expression “Target locked.” “Pff.” “Three. Two. One.” It still startles Sanji despite his laughter, but the needle pierces his skin like butter. Usopp forgoes the theatrics for a second to make sure he does the rest of the injection correctly, just like he had watched Chopper do it a hundred times before. When he pulls back his expression remains dead serious. “Target eliminated.” And that’s when Sanji breaks out into hysterical laughter “God! GOD that’s so stupid!” He needs a minute to calm himself down again, looking at his friends beaming face, happy that it all went down so smoothly. “Thank you…” “What can I say?” Usopp responds, twirling the needle between his fingers and making show out of blowing imaginary smoke from its tip “I’m an expert marksman.”

I've always loved the headcanon of Sanji being scared of needles because of Germa's experiments,,, And this is just so sweet. He finally gets to be himself around his family!! And he's thrilled and so so grateful that Chopper and the others are willing to help him go through this. But of course, the fear of needles doesn't go away easily.

Not that he actually tells people about it. He only says he trusts Chopper and the girls more when it comes to gentle, medical stuff and he doesn't want the clumsy idiots in his crew to get near him with something sharp. Which is, you know, perfectly understandable. So nobody thinks twice about it.

But Usopp knows. Usopp knows because he has seen Sanji close his eyes tightly while doing this, whether it's with the girls or Chopper. He has seen him shaking before getting into the sickbay. He has seen Sanji sighing deeply, trying to calm himself down minutes prior. He has noticed him being a bit too emotionally exhausted after doing it. Usopp knows exactly what fear feels like, so he knows Sanji is scared.

So when nobody else is free to help him, Usopp asks. He knows he won't let the others do it (for obvious reasons) and he's tired of hearing Sanji complain and also feels a bit sad and guilty seeing him like that. The whole thing about Usopp being all dramatic and theatrical about it is so perfect for them. Usopp acts silly to distract him and Sanji used to think those things were stupid and for kids. But-- There's just something about Usopp here.

He's doing this act for him. Because he knows he's scared and he cares and he's being oh so gently with him. Besides, he's so close to him, too. Sanji starts to wonder if he has ever been so close to him before and why the hell he looks so pretty now. Not even with the girls and Chopper he gets so distracted. So much that the whole thing happens quickly. Painless. And it's so damn dumb that Sanji can't help but laugh.

So between Sanji's laugh being the only noise around and startling Usopp with a new feeling inside of him, and Sanji realizing he has never been more comfortable and happy around another person... A new relationship blossoms. So I guess Sanji will be the one asking Usopp for help with his T-shot more frequently now.

#THIS IS BEAUTIFUL KBFJKEBJKWE #okay but i love how no matter the headcanon sanji is always trans #transfem sanji? transmasc sanji? non-binary sanji? it's always perfect idk #also usopp keeps doing this act until one day is just enough for sanji to be with him to be calm #they're so important to me idk #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso #transmasc sanji

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pumpkinsy0 · 3 months ago

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I’m getting ready to leave for college os can we have some (preferably fluffy) hcs of purly and pony getting ready to leave for college??

of course!! lets just say theyre both leaving, but curly aint goin to college, hes not THAT academically determined🙄

•a few days before they leave, theyre just going around town to places theyd always go to and just reminisce, or make new memories, or a mix of both, they dont plan to do it, it just happens

•i dont think either of em have rlly ever,,,left??? oklahoma, let alone tulsa, so theyre a bit unsettled but also excited to see what else the world got to offer

•i feel like even tims a bit on the edge bc curlys never traveled, let alone on his own before, but i think hes a little comforted by the fact that hes w pony and yeaaa theyre a lil stupid but hey, they got each other

•ik darrys giving pony a LOT of rants about how proud he is lmao, hes also talking about how to stay safe, to always keep him updated and call him if hes feeling over whelmed yada yada yada

•btw i will not lie, it did take curly some thinking to see if he really did want to leave to go w pony

•WHATEVER u think ponys going to major in, curlys calling him a nerd, just bc hes going to college honestly hes calling him a nerd, what an ass😭

•curly spent so much of his time “helping” pony pack (he was just on the bed yapping), that he only spent like 2 days actually packing his own stuff, and THAT combined w him not having a big suitcase meant he left some things behind, but its not all sad, angela and curly like having some semblance that curly was there

•they spent a good while looking at their train ticket ill tell u that much

•IIII SAYYYY let pony leave them a lil note behind they can read, maybe it even has a few drawings w it and he spent a few days on it, and it was as a thank u to everyone for helping him

•he also forced got curly to make one, but instead of a thank u, it was more like a “im still alive u fuckers dont get upset over this lmao”

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #purly #PaperCut ship #tim shepard #angela shepard

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kiwi-channn · 7 months ago

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just a drawing

(Part 4 the last part)

Older Simon Riley × fem reader (artist)

∆ artist reader sees ghost while he is patrolling her city and she wanna draw ghost but he refuses ∆

Part1 - part2 - part3

...........🌻🌻🌻..........

In the base ... Ghost was in the training area... He just finished his regular exercises ... His shirt reeked with sweat smell and gun powder.... And he sat down and started cleaning his knives....

And Soap was lifting some weights near him....

"Hey.. pass me some water.. l.t"

Ghost looks beside him to pick his water bottle... And his phone starts going on and on with many new messages....

Soap takes the water bottle from ghost as he looks at him with a stupid smile... Ghost just looks at him with an unmoved expression...

"What?... Why the stupid smile?.." ghost says calmly in a tired voice..

"Nothing.. l.t... it's just that... You have someone waiting at home?.." soap says as he gives him a look of "I know it"...

"No ... It's just a friend..." He affirms ... As he ignores her texts.. he knows that it's her ...

"Just a friend?... And who is it?... you never had any friends that text you so much like this..."

"It's none of your business..." Ghost snarls.. hoping to shut him up and to shut his mind too...

"Aww... L.t is in love~..." soap teases him more...

As he heard this sentence... He felt so angry all of a sudden... He doesn't wanna hear this... And he stands up and looks at soap... His brown eyes are getting too dark...

"I said it's nothing... So don't talk too much.. shut it" he says with a so cold voice...

Soap didn't expect him to get so mad... He felt sorry for his friend who never reveal his true feelings..

"Okay okay... Calm down.. l.t..." then soap shut up and went back to lifting his weights...

And ghost just sits back down... Then opens his phone...

..................

She was waiting for him to text her back... And her phone buzzed with an upcoming new text... So she quickly opens her phone to see it ....

"Don't text me again." That's the only message she got after sending him three messages.... She doesn't understand what happened all of a sudden...

"Why?.. Did I do something wrong?.." texts him back... But he didn't even read it.... She just waits and waits .. but no response... Which made her feel so sad and embarrassed at the same time... Sad because she thought they were getting closer... And embarrassed because he just acted so rudely and coldly like it's nothing... So she closed her phone and decided to leave it for now... Maybe he had a bad day ... She tells herself with a tired sigh...

......................

It has been a couple of days and he hasn't responded yet... She looks at their texts so much... And she went yesterday to the place they first met.. but he wasn't there either... She curses herself because she doesn't know anything about him ...

She finished her art classes for the day... And she chooses to walk for a bit to ease her mind... She can't stop thinking about him....

...: y/n...

She heard her name and looked behind her... And finds a classmate of hers ... Dexter...

"Hey... It has been a while... How have you been, Dexter?.." says kindly, smiling a bit... Trying to get that lieutenant out of her head...

"Yeah... where are you heading to?..." He asks her with a cold smile... Which made you uncomfortable... Something is wrong...

"Um.. nowhere.. just going home... And you?"

She tries to be as kind as she can.. Maybe she is just thinking too much...

"Me too... Let's go together..."

"No no..." She refused immediately which was a bit off... But she can't shake off the feeling of uncomfortably... "I mean... I am gonna go to the store too.. to buy some stuff... So no need to... See you..." She quickly said then walked away from him... And she feels his gaze burning on her back...

......................

After about a few hours... It was already midnight...

He was laying down on his couch at his small apartment....he can't stop wondering what she is doing right now?.... And his phone starts buzzing with a call .. he looks and finds it... But he doesn't respond...

And she calls him again and again... And he finally responded for the third time...

"What is it?!.." he says angrily when he opens the call...

But to his surprise comes shaking and so quiet like she is trying to hide...

"Simon... Please.. help me..."

He sits up and gets so freaking worried...

"What happened?... Are you okay?.."

"Hurry up... I don't know what to do..." Whispers quietly as she starts crying which makes his heart stop for a moment...

................

(An hour ago...)

She was making herself some noodles... And suddenly she hears some weird sounds at the door.. like someone is trying to open it with a screwdriver... Which made all the color run out of her face...

And she slowly walks up to the living room and turns off the light... And the sounds stopped....

A few minutes went by without any sound ... And she huffs ... thinking whoever was there gave up and left...

And she texts a few friends to tell them about what happened... But again she hears some sounds at the door .. but this time it's someone knocking on the door... Light knocks ...

She didn't dare to answer at all... Her heart is pumping loudly as she doesn't know what to do....

And the knocking became more violent...

"Open up!... I know you are in there... Y/n.." she hears an angry yell out ... She doesn't know who it is.. but it seems familiar.... And she steps back away from the door...

She doesn't respond at all... Hoping he will think nobody is here and leave... But he didn't stop...

"Y/n.... Open the door... Or I will break it..." That person yelled and kept on yelling... While he knocks violently on the door...

She gets inside her bedroom... And locks the door ... Pushing her nightstand against the door to block it... And she calls the police... But she doesn't know if they will come on time... So she starts calling ghost .... And he told her that he will come right away...

And that man broke her door and rushed inside calling for her... And after a few minutes.. he starts pushing her bedroom door...

"Open the door.. y/n... I just wanna talk... Okay... Just open it..." He tries to talk calmly to make her open the door...

"No!... Leave me alone... You crazy meniac..." She screams angrily....

"y/n please.. open for me... It's me .. Dexter.." he says in romantic way ... Showing how crazy he is...

She feels so surprised... She knew that something was off with him... He always acts in a creepy way for months... But to break down into her home?!... She just stays silent... Hearing him yell ... And she covers her ears with her hands...

Suddenly she hears some fighting outside... And that man yelling at someone else... She feels scared to open the door... So she just gets closer to the door and listens carefully...

After about 10 minutes... The fighting sounds stop and it becomes so quiet... Playing with her nerves... making her more anxious...

"Y/n.. open the door... It's me.." she hears his calm deep voice and she feels so relieved... More tears filling up her eyes... And she quickly opens the door but she has no power to push the nightstand away from the door... All power left her body...

She sees his tall figure roaming over the door ... Her heart skipped another beat to see him... She can't believe that he really came to save her ... And he pushes the nightstand back... And gets inside...

She tries to speak but her voice isn't coming out... It's just tears that are falling more... And she buries herself in him... Holding onto him with shaky hands...

He doesn't say anything... He just holds her close... Squeezing your body so tight... Like he wanna put you inside his heart... Closing his eyes ... He can't stop thinking about what would have happened if he didn't come before he breaks the other door... His heart breaks as he hears her gasps as she cries... Soaking his shirt ...

The police came and took him... And she wasn't so surprised when she found it it was Dexter... Her weird classmate... She felt something was off with him... But she still didn't expect him to try and break into her apartment... She can't stop thinking about what he wanted to do with her if he got her...

She was standing out of her apartment as the police took Dexter away... And you were just looking at him... And then feels ghost holding your hand gently.. telling you that he is here... Making your heart race ...

Then he holds her hand and pulls her down the stairs with him..

"Um.. Simon?... Where are you taking me?.." she says quietly...

"Somewhere safe... You can't stay here tonight..." His calm voice comes so gentle to her... Making her want to cry again... But she holds herself together...

....................

And after some time... They reach his apartment and he lets her in ... And tells her to take a nice shower to calm her nerves...

Y/n comes out of the shower... Wearing Simon's white shirt because she didn't bring any clothes with her... His shirt was big on her... Almost reaching her knees...

He couldn't not check her out as she came out like this... Making his heart move again... But he quickly looks away from her..

"Thanks for letting me borrow your shirt... It's so comfy..." You say quietly...

"No problem.." says calmly..."come.. sit down..." He pats the place beside him on the couch

So she moves and sits down beside him... And for some reason she feels so nervous... And she jumps a bit when he gently touches her hand... Putting his hand over hers...

"Do you know that guy?.." he asks her gently...

She still can't get used to his gentleness... And she blushes a bit ...

"Yes ... He was my classmate... But we weren't so close or anything ..."

"I see... You gotta be careful who you trust..."

She looks at him... She finds him looking at her and she can't look away...

"Should I be careful around you too?.." you ask him so quietly... Your body is still trembling.. you can't get that out of your head...

He feels your trembling hands... And he gets a bit close to you... Staring into your eyes ... Searching for any sign of refusal of worry ... He doesn't wanna do something you don't want...

"You can't trust anyone... People you know can hurt you the most... Y/n..." He whispers softly... Getting a bit more close to her... Looking over her face... Taking in your features... And he stops at your lips... Can't look away from them...

"I don't think you will hurt me... Will you?..."

You whisper back to him... Your heart is pounding more as he gets closer to you... He is wearing his balaclava.. so all you can see is his eyes... The way he looks at you makes you shiver...

And he gets closer and closer until he is just a few inches away from your lips...

"Never hurt you..." He whispers so softly... Under your trance...

And he pressed his lips on yours... You just feel the fabric of his balaclava... But it still makes your heart so warm...

After a moment... He gets his head back away from your lips... And without a word, he raises his balaclava above his lips... And you could see his thin-shapped lips... His strong sharp jaw... And before you could look more at this part of his face that he revealed... He pressed his lips against yours again... Kissing you so gently... So you close your eyes and kiss him back.. taking in his taste... And it seems that he drank tea before... Then he deepens the kiss more, and holds your arms tightly... Pushing you down on the couch... And you two go to your special world... A world with only you two... And you never expected it but he is so gentle and kind... And all you can both see is each other... He felt so in love after many years... He hasn't felt like this for so long... Like he can't think about anything else .. just you..

Will he let you draw him now?

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #ghost #ghost cod #simon riley #cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x fem reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x female reader #simon riley x you #lieutenant riley #romance #romantic

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petricorah · 1 year ago

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“we can’t leave him here” “sure we can” is so goddamn funny when you know they’re divorced (via @haroldtea)

so which one is it? who says it?

Does Sokka say it? And it hurts Zuko more this time. He was barely conscious before, just making out the voice of the Avatar's non-bending friend say they should leave him to die. And part of him wishes they would. He'd failed.

And here he was, failing again, but now he was losing the man he loved.

"You can't leave me here," Zuko said, his voice a frail whisper. He knows it's selfish. He knows Sokka belongs with his people, that half his heart is with them, that he could do far more good there, where he belongs, but he can't leave him there.

"I have to," Sokka says.

And he does.

Or is it Zuko? Do you think he sees Sokka grapple with his decision, not knowing if his heart lies with his people or Zuko, and Zuko is angry, even though he knows he shouldn't be, that he doesn't have the right. Do you think he leaves him first, before Sokka's even decided (before Sokka works up the courage to tell him he'd chosen Zuko.) Do you think he burns him before Sokka has the chance to do it?

"Y-you can't leave me here," Sokka said. His voice is wrecked, ruined. He's pleading with him.

"Sure I can," Zuko said, and he brushes past him, unable to bear the look on Sokka's face.

Do you think Zuko feels some satisfaction that things have come full circle? Do you think that gives him enough power for him to survive the first few weeks being apart from Sokka? Do you think he leans into his anger so he doesn't have to dwell on his own pain and regret?

But then again, there's only one real answer, right? They get back together, they don't--the end was bound to happen. It was unavoidable.

"I can't leave you here," Zuko said.

He held Sokka in his arms. His hand was over the wound on his stomach, pressing as hard as he could with heat from his palms. But pressure, cauterization, none of it was going to work, and they both knew it.

The dust of battle was distant from his mind, and the only thing he could focus on was feeling the pale pulsing of Sokka's heart from the wound just under his ribs. With every second, it was getting fainter. His life, slipping from under his fingertips.

"Zuko..." Sokka said, mouth parted as he looked up at him, trying to hold himself up somehow.

Zuko knew that tone of voice. He knew what was coming next. He refused to let it happen.

His fingers curling into Sokka's blood-soaked shirt. "I-I can't do this without you. I don't want to do this without you." Sparks flashed from his palm, singing Sokka's shirt. "I love you. I never stopped loving you."

Sokka smiled, but his eyes were sad. It was...a little too late for that confession. He tried to sit up slightly, but his elbow gave out, and Zuko readjusted, still trying to put pressure on his wound.

"Don't try to move," Zuko said tersely. "I-I need to think. We're barricaded in, but I-I'll find a way to carry you out--"

Sokka winced, placing his hand over Zuko's on his torso. "You're gonna make my sacrifice meaningless?" he said with a huffed laugh that cut off in a pained gasp, eyebrows drawing together. "That's a dick move, Hot Stuff."

Zuko bit back the bile in his throat. His eyes flicked back and forth, looking at Sokka's ashen face. He could feel him getting weaker, see it in his face, the focus waning in Sokka's glassy eyes.

Sokka had pushed him aside, taking his place. That hit wasn't meant for him. He wasn't even supposed to be here, and now...

"You shouldn't have done that. W-why did you do that? Why? You're so--"

Stupid. Reckless. Foolish. But he couldn't say that. He couldn't say any of that, because there was a good chance it was going to be the last thing Sokka heard him say.

"So are you," Sokka retorted weakly.

Reading his mind. Even now.

Sokka was serious now. The softness was gone from his infliction, replaced with the severe decisiveness of a leader and ambassador. "You have to go before they come back."

"I can't leave you!" Zuko snarled, his hair falling into his face, as every inch of his body felt like it was breaking, crumbling to pieces, his voice splintering in his throat. "You can't leave me."

Sokka's ice melted, and he spoke in a low voice, a whisper between them, in that tone that he used to say he loved him. "Sure I can," Sokka said. He reached up, knuckles gently moving back his long black hair, thumb grazing across his scarred cheek.

Zuko leaned into his touch, eyes screwing shut. He was trying to chart it to memory, the feeling of Sokka's fingertips, him, everything, because he couldn't do this. They should have had more time. He'd wasted it.

"You can't leave me," he repeated desperately, voice barely registering above the sound of his own anguish.

"It's okay, Zuko. Let me go."

And then his hand dropped, and coldness where his touch had been rushed in.

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Sokka slowly opened his eyes. He was looking at something white.

He squinted.

White and cracked.

Did the spirit world have peeling ceilings?

He tried to sit up, and immediately collapsed. Pain unlike anything he'd experienced flashed through him. Well, flashed would presume that it left quickly. This was wave after wave of agony, stretching through every part of him. He let out a stifled gasp, but managed to prop himself up with a locked out elbow, only to feel a warm hand on his shoulder. It gave a slight nudge, but that was enough to send Sokka falling back into the sheets.

"If you try to get up again, I'll kill you."

He stilled. That voice, soothing and sharp, unmistakeable.

He was almost afraid to look, because it couldn't be real.

It was Zuko. Alive. Well, with a few more burns and scratches, but alive. Alive.

"You're alive," he breathed out. Then his heart pounded in his chest. "Unless we're both dead, and the spirit world makes you heal from the injuries that killed you before you get to be a spirit ghost or--"

"No," Zuko said. He bent down and helped Sokka sit up, propping the pillows behind him so he could rest properly, then he sat back down in the chair next to Sokka's bed. "We're alive."

Sokka's heart pounded against his ribcage, and he relaxed slightly in relief.

"The assassins?"

"Taken care of," Zuko said. "Thanks to the research you put together, we were able to find the ambassador who betrayed me. Thank you," he said. "And thank you for...risking your life for me. Again."

Sokka shrugged, ignoring the pain that stabbed through him with the action. "You've done it for me before."

Zuko's yellow eyes darkened, and Sokka faltered. This had been different. Even as he'd shoved Zuko aside, he didn't think he'd get to...see him again, much less...

"I mean, I wasn't that close to dying. I just had to be dramatic." The lie came quickly with a nonchalant wave of his hand, but that, too, sent pain through his joints. He pressed on. "I mean, some of that stuff you said." His trademark smirk played across his lips. "That you still loved me? How many years has it been?" He shook his head with a click of his tongue. "That's embarrassing for you, Fire Lord."

Zuko chuckled, a low, good sound. "Is it?"

Sokka nodded, closing his eyes for emphasis. "And you're probably thinking about how you regret it, now that I didn't actually die. But you can't take it back. And you're probably thinking, 'oh, he got hurt because of me, I can't be with him now, blah, blah, blah.'" He opened one eye up, and saw tension in Zuko's shoulders. Of course he was right. "But..." he leaned forward slightly, ignoring the pain, because it didn't matter. Nothing mattered except.

"I'm telling you, you can't get rid of me. You're stuck with me forever. No matter what you say or do, friends or more, I'm here. I'm going to be by your side. And I'm not going anywhere."

Zuko was quiet for a moment, and Sokka hesitated. Zuko's face was unreadable, and Sokka could feel his heart in his damn ears--

But Zuko closed the gap between them, and kissed him.

It was soft, gentle, like he was afraid he'd hurt him, but Sokka melted into it all the same, his hand fitting in his spot on Zuko's cheek, Zuko's warm palm a grounding presence against his neck.

Zuko pulled back, swallowing, his hair slightly out of place. Sokka resisted a smile. That was always his favorite part--seeing Zuko's stoic facade break in a mess of blushing and mussed hair. Seeing him lose control, to just let go when he was with Sokka. Even now, through everything they'd been through and everything that had changed between them, he still...

"I love you too," he said. "In case you didn't know."

Zuko smiled, and reached forward to take his hand. "Good. Because I'm not leaving, either."

#zukka #this was just gonna be a joke in the tags then i lost my shit apparently. im sorry #divorced zukka #death tw #blood tw #myfic #zukka fic

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