#I heard someone i really admire say ‘say the weird thing’ and really took it to heart on this site in particular huh? oops

[eli-am-confused]

hi maybe dont say weird stuff in the rbs of an art post. just a thought

Hi! I probably shouldn’t and wouldn’t normally replay to stuff like this but as you’re in anonymous so I don’t know who’s work I should stop commenting on and in case anyone else thought the same I’d like to clear the air. Say sorry and give my reasonings I guess.

If you are an artist and i made you uncomfortable by saying odd stuff when reblogging then feel free to message me to tell me and I won’t do it again for your art. I’d also like the chance to properly apologize in the right context to what I’ve said. When I rb something it’s cause I really enjoy it and when I say stuff it’s cause I have a lot of thoughts and need to get them out, but if you’re uncomfortable with me doing that with your art I totally get that. It’s no big deal or a problem at all for me to stop.

For me when I make art and people say weird stuff when rbing (wanting to eat it our squish a blorbo or throw blorbo against a wall or just having thoughts on the general idea of the post) I personally actually get really excited about it because I get to hear others thoughts and it makes me feel they enjoy what I made all that much more rather than someone just rbing with nothing or the general tags that apply (any form of rbing is loved and cherished very deeply don’t get me wrong, sometimes you’re just not in the mood to write or just can’t think of anything to say and that’s ok I get like that too). (I do thank everyone that has ever reblogged my work or messaged me to tell me they like my work. I just get shy and don’t know how to respond but I do keep it very close to my heart every time)

I’d also like to say that if you’re not an artist who is uncomfortable with me adding my two cents on your art then you simply don’t have to be on my blog. In fact, no one has to read what I have to say at all, that being someone who I’m rbing from or not. Easy fix there.

But again if you are an artist just message me and I won’t do it again for your work. For ANYONE who I have ever reblogged from who didn’t particularly like what I had to say, I am sorry and please just tell me. This isn’t meant to be an attack or anything I mean everything very genuinely, the last thing I want to do is make someone supper uncomfortable. So please just tell me if I’m going too far.

Sorry about the odd post I just think this deserves to be addressed as I have had the thought that I may have gone too far on occasion. And very often don’t remember what I’ve said even just hours later.

[rose-pearls]

Maybe a Clarisse x reader. Where R is daughter of Nemesis? Normally being very quiet and "calm", and, as she is the daughter of the Goddess of Revenge, she helps to take revenge on those who hurt Clarisse, even in games of capture the flag, in a discreet way and they almost never find out it was her. In addition to being extremely good at chess and strategies as well. (English is not my first language, so sorry for any mistake)

Hi! Thank you for your request! I had a bit of a writer block but I hope you like it!!! (Requests are open)

Main Taglist: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187, @nyx2021, @thestarspangledcaptain, @kmc1989 (open)

Percy Jackson Taglist: @niktwazny303 (open)

Clarisse La Rue Taglist: @peanutbelley (open)

Clarisse knew everyone as camp, but there was one person that she didn’t knew as well, she was a kind of mystery that you couldn’t really understand. You had been claimed by Nemesis, a goddess who was known for revenge and strategy. It had made most campers wary of you, expect for the Hermes cabin, who had welcomed you in their cabin to stay. 

She had only heard of you in passing, people complaining of how you had beaten them for the hundredth time at chess and now as she watches you beating Annabeth at chess she can’t help but want to know more about you. Apart from chess she hadn’t heard a lot about you, you were someone quiet, who liked to stay in your corner, so she didn’t pay you any mind, not thinking that you could be something that interesting. But she would be lying if she said she had never sneaked glances at you., admiring you from afar.

Clarisse knew that she wasn’t the most liked person at camp Half-blood, that title would probably be held by Luke, but she still couldn’t help but be surprised when people tried to get to her. The Hephaestus kids were the ones that brought anger to the Ares kids, just like their fathers their children couldn’t get along. But it was weird when her spear suddenly reappeared after she searched everywhere for it, it had been laying on her bed, as if she had just put it there herself. The only indication that it was the Hephaestus kids were the twin marks on their arms, a small broken circle that reminded her of the broken wheel that had appeared above your head. 

She hadn’t thought about it further, only thought that they had realized how stupid they were and decided to bring it back. But as she saw a perfect ambush by the blue team getting completely destroyed by some simple smoke and something that she couldn’t pinpoint she knew that this was something bigger. She knew that the blue team had worked hard and long on this ambush, trying to get her alone to weaken her and try to get the flag that way. Just as she had been getting ready to fight back, surrounded by people of the blue team, they all saw a dark smoke coming their way and suddenly they were all on the ground holding their Achilles heel in pain, while she stood there unaffected. 

The only thing she saw was a shadow moving, and the smoke following it, so after a second, she left her helmet there and followed the shadow. It took a couple of minutes of following the mysterious person before she found you in the clearing. You looked beautiful in that armor, perhaps if the color on your armor had been red it would’ve been even better.

“Why are you doing this?”, she knows it’s rude to just ask you what you are doing, but she isn’t one to talk in circles, she needs an answer. You look at her with curious eyes and she tries not to fall for them.

“What do you mean?”, she knows that you know, but that you want her to tell you what she means.

“Why are you protecting me?”, it’s difficult to say it, she never had someone really protecting her so she quickly believed she should protect herself and not count on others to do it.

“Because they wanted to hurt you and that wasn’t fair to do without you knowing what was happening and risking getting hurt,” she was speechless, for the first time in a long time. If she was honest with herself and with you, she would tell you that she probably deserves to get attacked or getting something taken from her with the way she treats people, but she doesn’t say it. Instead, she admires your features, trying to understand why you would choose to protect her of all people.

“Why me?”, this time it slips right of her tongue, without her being able to hold it back.

“Why not? Everyone needs someone on their side. I just think you deserve to have someone on your side, watching your back,” you say it with so much ease that Clarisse can’t help but blurt out the next few words.

“Be careful or I might think you have a crush on me,” she says, and she tries to say it in a teasing voice, but it comes out shaky. However, she doesn’t expect the blooming blush on your cheeks and your shy smile, making her realize that maybe you do and that is why you are protecting her. 

“Wait, you do have a crush on me,” she says and for a moment she feels her heart beating faster, just like when she finished fighting with one of her siblings. Her stomach is turning into knots, and she feels her cheeks heat up.

“I do, I’m sorry if that makes you uncomfortable,” you look slightly ashamed, as if Clarisse could ever be mad at you for having feelings for her.

“Don’t apologize, it doesn’t make me feel uncomfortable,” there is short silence that follows her words, were Clarisse tries to tell herself that she should just take the risk and go for it.

“I kind of have a crush on you too,” she says quietly, she had only admitted it to herself in the middle of the night when she couldn’t sleep. Saying it out loud felt like a relief but it was also nerve-wracking.

You look surprised at her words, like you couldn’t believe the Ares girl could ever feel the same for you.

“Really?”, Clarisse can’t help but smile at your surprise, you looked even more beautiful like that. She gets closer to you and takes your hand, enjoying the darkening blush on your cheeks.

“Really,” she says, and she enjoys your shy smile, as you look down at your intertwined fingers.

“What do you say we go on a date sometimes? That way you can tell me all of your tricks,” Clarisse proposes, silently hoping that you will give her a chance. 

“I would love that, but if I told you everything, I would have to kill you,” you say with a teasing smile and Clarisse rolls her eyes good-naturedly.

“I’ll take the chance, beautiful,” she says before starting to bring you towards a secluded spot in the forest.

“Don’t you want to know who wins capture the flag?”, she hears you ask, and she turns around to find you looking at her with worried eyes, but she only shakes her head.

“Doesn’t matter at the moment, I’ve got more important things to do. And next time I will make sure to have a certain daughter of Nemesis on my team to win,” Clarisse says enjoying your satisfied smile before bringing you to her secluded spot. 

Unfortunately for the other campers, this was the day an unbreakable duo was formed, you had Clarisse at the front, defending herself but mostly you. And in the shadows, there was the brain, the one that could plot a revenge better than anyone by knowing exactly what your weaknesses were. Even the gods were scared for a moment as they saw the two girls form a bond that could never be broken.

[livelaughlovesubs]

Hiii! May i request aftercare with Dazai? Reader makes him feel like he's the most fragile thing in the world after some of the most rough sex he's ever had. Take your tiiiime🫶🏻

Hiii, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long? Anyway aftercare it is

~aftercare, fluff & taking care of dazai~

“Haaah.. you were quite something just now.” Dazai collapsed onto the bed, hands spread as he let himself fall on his back. His skin was sticky, especially his lower parts, and his muscles were sore. It hurt like hell. Everything felt so nasty, but he simply lacked the strength to get up to go to the bathroom. He noticed how the mattress sunk beneath him, then how you brushed your fingertips over his face and tugged his hair behind his ears. “Thanks, you were amazing too.” You said, smiling to yourself. How dare you act all gentle and soft like this, when you literally just blowed his brains out, when you degraded him to the point he cried?

Of course he didn’t take it to heart, he knew you never thought that way about him. So he was only putting on a show, pouting and avoiding your gaze. “Does anything hurt?” You then asked, holding his hand in yours and rubbing his palm gently. Now you were treating him like he was a sick patient, caring for him with all the tenderness in the world. “My muscles are sore, my back hurts~! I’m so tired!” He complained, curious about what you will do next. “Haha, I’ll be gentler next time.” Both of you knew it was a lie.

Despite his complains, he still stood up by himself and went to the bathroom to wash up. You smiled, then followed him with fresh new towels in your hands. The sound of water splashing against the hard floor was loud, it bounced off the walls. Even though you stared at the glass of the shower, you couldn’t see him. It has turned foggy and white. Since you also had to shower, you quickly joined him, hugging the male from behind. “What’s this? An attack?” Dazai joked, then let water run down your body too. “Don’t be silly, I’m just admiring you.” He chuckled, his confident gaze was already back. “There are a lot of things to admire about me after all.” You heard him say, then he continued with, “but you are quite charming too, not on my level though.”

“Hah, thanks?” This man, he is really something else. Somehow you’ve gotten used to his behaviour now, simply changing the topic and rubbing his back instead. “Was there something you didn’t like?” You asked him as you massaged him, he did mention that he had sore muscles right? The hot water felt great against your skin, it washed away all your tiredness. “No, everything was fine. It was good.” He replied, suddenly all serious and almost shy. “I’m glad then.”

After all that, you went out first to grab the towels and wrapped him inside one immediately. “Don’t catch a cold.” Was all you said, while drying his hair. This is weird, he didn’t have to do anything, you took care of it all again. He couldn’t tell if he liked being babied or not, though you looked like you enjoyed yourself. “If I do get sick, will you visit me and take care of me?” What a stupid question, why did he ask you something like this? Wouldn’t he seem clingy now? You answered him without missing a beat, “if you were sick I’d nurse you til you are healthy.” “Pff, what if you get sick too?” Dazai said, laughing a little. It was a reflex, he felt embarrassed. How could you say something like that with a straight face? Besides, it’s nice to know someone cares about him.

“If I got sick, I’d want you to do the same.” You stared at him expectantly, he knew what kinds answer you wanted to hear. In that moment, he would have loved to promise you that he will, but he knew better than to promise something that isn’t certain. So in the end, he just snickered, “wouldn’t that be an endless circle then?” “Well, I don’t mind.” “You are crazy.”

While you were under the shower, you felt really refreshed and awake. Now that you’ve crushed into the bed again, the sleepiness was taking over once again. Yawning as you turn to his side, snuggling up at him and holding him in your arms. “Sleep well, my love.” You whispered, cuddling him and pulling him closer to you. How unfamiliar this warmth is… yet it felt nice, he’d never resist your touch. “Sweet dreams to you too, y/n.” He mumbled, before dozing off in your embrace.

[missmarveledsblog]

FLUMPY PART 6 ( JAKE SERESIN X READER)

SUMMARY : after an intervention and confrontation of sort y/n realises some thing as jake is feeling the exact same way as he gives his dad a tour of the base 

warning: fluffy and goofy humour , wine throwing fun .  FINALLY IS ALL I CAN SAY FOR THESE TWO . 

True to his word pete ( maverick) mitchell stood at the entrance of base as jake and his father john walked up .

" i heard we got a tour today" he smiled at the men.

" dad this is captain pete maverick mitchell , mav this is my father captain john seresin sir" jake smiled .

" honor to meet you captain mitchell although just john i retired a couple of years ago" john excitedly shook his hand .

" well captain today i promised my daughter i would take the best care of you captain and well you don't break a pinky promise with y/n" pete chuckled.

" she really take those thing seriously" jake shook his head.

" she's a lovely girl , smart too really credit to you captain mitchell" .

" please call me mav or pete shall we begin" he asked as the two walked in . true to his promise mav gave a Grade A tour even expressed how proud he was of jake and how far he had come which made the blonde stand taller . the dagger squad bar phoenix also showed their faces each had something nice to say about jake to his father and admiral simpson even made an appearance . once the tour was half done the guys went to the canteen all sharing their favourite stories from duty to training academy when the conversation shift instantly to what they really wanted to talk about.

" and how long has my son been a pining idiot for y/n" john asked looking around faces telling enough.

" see he's only here and he sees it" rooster snorted.

" been hearing it all time too" john chuckled.

" can we not talk about this" jake rolled his eyes.

" your dad has a point as much as i hate the thought of my little girl dating ,you are dragging this out" pete took a bite of his sandwich.

" that is his weird way of telling you that you have his blessing so jesus man so grow a pair before we lose our goddamn minds" .

" what the rooster means to say is well we just want you guys happy and also we are losing our minds waiting" .

" son a girl like that does not come around so often and one who has jake seresin calming down " he turned to see admiral simpson.

" see even the boss man sees it man you need to what they say seize the day well in this instance seize the pretty girl" rooster pointed his fork .

" ok ok i hear y'all but what if it ends badly and crash and burn plus deployment and everything that come with all this" he asked.

" stop look for reasons not too and start looking at what's in front of you, now john would you like to see the hanger were we keep the jets?" pete asked.

" of course and son don't lose a good thing when it comes you way" his father patted his back.

" what do you want kyle" she rolled her eyes.

" i heard what happened i meant to visit but i was sure it would only make things worse but look i never meant for you to get hurt or hurt yourself" he whispered the last part .

" you think i did this to myself because you and your buddy's locker room chat oh my god ego check i got hit by a road rage alcoholic" she stood thankful she didn't wobble .

" oh thank god i thought your father was going to have my head" he chuckled only to feel a liquid sting his eyes.

" listen here you one inch wonder your lucky i even gave you time of day no matter who my father is , i have more to offer then boost your ego or career and in fact i only asked your ass out because i wanted to get ja.. Someone out of my mind certainly wasn't what you had between your legs" she glared.

" jesus you sound as sappy as seresin except your more brutal than he was " he wiped the wine out of eyes .

" what" she asked slightly taken back.

" he said something same about beautiful force of nature and i'm lucky dude sounded like he was in love with you" he blinked although his eyes still stun.

" but that was before... oh my god i need a ct .. jake loves me" she gasped .

" oh my god finally you know for a genius you are very dumb" nat sighed with relief .

" oh my god i gotta .. come on ladies up now" she said . " waiter dude man here bill" she called grabbing hers and the others things.

" ok we good now" kyle asked smirk on his face to nat .

" ohhh this was a set up .... Yeah sorry about the one inch wonder ... beth come on" she rushed the ladies up.

" coming coming" the rushed out leaving the waiter a tip . " where we going" nat asked although she had a feeling.

" to do something very unprofessional of course" y/n rushed as much as the crutches would take her .

Jake couldn't get their word out of his head of course he was head over heal in love with y/n, it was hard not to more time he'd spent it was like he was falling even more. His dad was right of course a girl like her was rare , one that kept him on his toes in the best way , every little thing she did made him fall even her little old man habits he called them in honestly he thought it was most adorable thing . his mind completely void of anything but her like she was everything that kept him running and honestly he never wanted to lose that . the former man whore wanted one woman for rest of his days that his heart was beating and he was gonna seize the day or seize the pretty girl in words of rooster. Until he got down from his jet only so wrapped up in his thoughts it was like he could hear her .

" wait a minute" he said looking over to the door.

" come on nat" her voice called.

" i'm moving as fast as i can stop slapping my ass i'm not gonna go faster" .

" ok i got it from here" he looked over to see her getting off of phoenix back .

" what you too doing here" rooster asked.

" seizing the goddamn day or what ever you say" she huff not walking for her crutches as she moved eyes locked on jake who searched her face.

" ok this wasn't as romantic as i thought jake meet a girl half way" she panted.

" darling what are you doing here" he ran over .

" oh shit i was brave before keep that ... i may have only clued into something that was right in front of me this whole damn time to point i may need my head and eyes checked ... not the point but i was at lunch and they bullied me to admit my feeling for you which i mean are there... ok they didn't bully me ...then kyle showed up and i threw wine at him then he said something to make me realise and hope i'm not wrong in thinking you love me too right" she rambled . as he stood shocked but then the wide grin that came on his face .

" i swear to go if you make a lame joke right now i will hit you" she whispered only to yelp when he lifted her in his arms.

"I was just going to say that i was going to seize the pretty girl when i got home" he winked before crashing his lips on her as the rest of the dagger squad whistled and applauded.

" finally" rooster clapped harder.

" she moves fast even with that boot on" beth chuckled. The two pulled back eyes locked on each other like it was just them too in the room .

" who knew you'd be kissing flumpy huh" she wiggled her brows .

" i ain't gonna stop kissing flumpy" he chuckled kissing her again .

" except a work" a voice called as the turned to see admiral simpson standing.

" of course very professional plus i'm on leave sooo" she smirked.

" good for you seresin" he chuckled as he headed off.

" he's like a cat" she whispered as jake nodded in agreement .

" ok put my kid down" mav joked as penny slapped his chest telling him to leave them alone.

" oh beth great driving you hit that pedal like it was need for speed" she said as jakes eyes widened looking at his sweet little mother.

" glad to be of help" she laughed.

" this i gotta hear" rooster snorted.

" for old girl she can be fast" john smiled.

" to make my boy that happy i'd do it again, hurt her son and we're gonna have problems" she playfully glared.

" mama" he gasped yet amusement was laced in it .

you better get her home she moved a little too fast today" nat hinted although it wasn't fully a lie.

" on that note pops , mama , rest of y'all bye " he rushed out the hanger .

" shit their going to be gross now" rooster whined as her giggles echoed through the hall way.

Once they were in the drive way she could stop kissing the man although she wasn't alone in the feeling was like once he got a taste he was addicted .

"awh finally i thought i was gonna be on my deathbed before you two got together" they turned to see mrs wilson standing on her porch.

" keep sneaking on me like that and it may come soon"

" Jake" she slapped his head thankfully the older woman didn't hear his comment . " did everyone know but us?" .

" a blind man could see it honey" the elderly woman shook her head .

" well see you mrs wilson" jake called rushing into the house as door closed his lips where on hers once more as he brought her to the sofa .

" you were right i didn't say it back at the hanger but darling even my parents where sick of me talking about you" he smiled kissing her nose.

" all good things right?" she pecked his lips .

" you know the usual pain in my ass , funny , smart , kind , caring and drives me crazy beautiful that has me so in love with her" he said only for her to crash her lips to his more heatedly .

" slow down you animal your still recovering but once that booty is off i'll show you good time" he nipped her bottom lip .

" you did not just call me an animal while we making out" she snorted. " hey you need to learn to walk before you ride the bull" he winked lips locking with hers.

His parent gone home , home her new car sitting in the driveway as the two lay on the sofa . two weeks of having her the way he truly wanted seemed like a dream when he looked down as she slept on his chest well it was moment like this he'd come to love .

please tell me you two are dressed" rooster walked in covering his eyes .

" shup chicken she's asleep" he whispered.

" from a long day and not something else.. Right" he asked hopeful .

" yeah she had physio asswipe.. Maybe some other things too .. ouch" he chuckled causing her to stir .

you two are sickeningly cute" rooster grimaced .

" shh you'll wake her" jake glared.

" too late" she groaned lifting her head up rubbing sleep out of her eyes.

" you got some drool right there pretty girl" rooster teased.

" can't blame me" she flushed.

" hey" jake smiled as she leaned down kissing him.

" hey i'm still here" bradley coughed.

" thought you were staying in ruby's" she asked.

" i need shower and grab my overnight bag so can you control yourselves til i leave" he asked back .

" can you mr i can be your doctor baby" she smirked .

" you heard that" he gulped. "

oh i did doctor love" she fell back laughing .

" your evil pretty girl " he rushed off.

" he's right your terrible " jake kissed her head.

" terribly adorable" she patted his check as she got off the chair walking unaided of a crutch or person and boot free.

" sweetheart" he beamed probably making her stop realise was just happened.

" i walked on my own" she cheered loudly.

" you done it baby" he lift her spinning her in his arms.

" i like being your baby" she kissed him .

" well baby you are stuck with me" he winked .

" what's with the cheering" bradley ran back in .

" i walked by myself" she beamed.

" great now you can go" .

" work" , " rodeo" the said at same time.

" what he said... work" she played it cool.

" i think you broke him" rooster snorted at jakes reaction

. " that happens at the rodeo" she said easily.

" i'm moving out .. of the country you sicko" he walked off.

" rodeo huh?" jake purred holding her tighter in his arms as her leg rested around his waist.

" even have a hat cowboy" she kissed his cheek before getting down .

" where you think your going baby" he said watching her hips sway down the hall

" to get my hat" she called sending him after her in chase .

the Rodeo (18+)

taglist : @harrysgothicbitch @djs8891 @darksparklesficrecs @emma8895eb

[chemical-killjoy]

Eternally Yours

Chris Motionless x Female Reader

Warnings: smut

Word count: 4.4k O_O

Summary: Basically a fanfic of the eternally yours music video, if the reader was the girl in the video

Author's Note: I know I have a bunch of asks, and I'm getting to them, I swear, but I finally finished this after like, 4 months... so... ta da?

It was tough watching the love of your life, your best friend, getting it on with someone you hate. But you soothed yourself with the fact that it was all for the cameras.

Motionless in White were shooting the music video for their new song 'eternally yours', and being his best friend, Chris jumped to have you on the project. You were one of the best light technicians after all... Plus it was fun to work with you. Chris wouldn't admit it, but he missed you.

And while working with Chris was always fun, having a tall, skinny, blonde model (who thought she was God's gift to the world) making out with him... it didn't exactly help your self esteem. He was perfect. So was she. Why would he ever like you? He'd never go for someone like you when he could have Chloe.

Speak of the devil, you thought, as Chloe sauntered up to you.

“Y/N, I need my skinny mocha.” She demanded.

“I do lights?” You said, frustrated and waiting for her to understand.

“And I'm needed on camera. Hurry up.” The blonde walked away before you could argue.

You rolled your eyes and mentally cursed her. Then you heard a thump and a scream.

“No! My ankle!!” Chloe was on the floor, screaming over a mildly twisted ankle and performing the tantrum of her life. “I can't do this stupid job, I deserve better!”

And that was the fastest working karma you'd ever seen... It also came back to bite you on the ass.

“What?! Me? There's no way. I am NOT that pretty, or seductive, I can't do it!” You begged.

“Come on Y/N, please. There's no one else to do it, and you look perfect for the part! Please, we need this video shot by the end of the day, you know that. Plus, there's no one I'd be more comfortable with.” Chris begged you to step in.

“I don't know.”

Chris smiled at you with pleading eyes and you knew you were done.

“Fine. But I'm going to need hair and makeup.”

You looked in the mirror. The reflection you saw, you hated. It wasn't some succubus, it was gross. You hated seeing yourself in such a small outfit. You were too insecure, what were you thinking agreeing to this?! Plus, you'd have to actually kiss Chris. While you desperately wanted to, did you really want it to all be fake? What if it makes things awkward? You were in the midst of a mental spiral when you heard and knocking on the door and a familiar voice.

“Y/N, you decent?” Chris asked.

“Um, yeah. You can come in.”

Chris slowly opened the door, and his eyes widened when he saw you. You hugged your stomach nervously.

Chris made a kind of sputtering noise before mumbling “wow”, which you weren't supposed to hear. The word make your lips turn up.

“Uh, Y/N, you look spectacular.” He said, standing next to you in the mirror, and admiring you. You looked away, blushing.

“No, I don't. You have to say that. You're my friend.”

“Friend...” Chris said softly. “No, I don't have to say that. You truly look phenomenal. Dare I say, sexy.” Chris brushed some hair over your shoulder, turning to face you. Right then, the buzzer rang, summoning you to the set.

You cleared your throat.

You were about to walk out the door when you turned back to Chris.

“Can you promise me something?”

“Anything,” he said, without missing a beat.

“This won't change our friendship right? I just don't want things to be weird.”

A voice called from down the hall, asking you to hurry up.

You walked away.

It took a bit, but after some friendly cat-calls and whistles from the crew, you had the confidence to try to be seductive. You felt a little awkward, walking around the red and blue lighting and just looking around dramatically, but you trusted the director.

Next, you got in the coffin. With David, the director, shouting orders, you got into the part and began to have fun with it, playing model. Your confidence grew and your performance got better and better, until David decided enough was enough.

“Alright, Chris, get in there.”

Suddenly the anxiety returned.

You watched Chris in his suit walk around mysteriously in the lights and tried not to allow a shiver to go through you when he looked down at your lips and removed his glove.

“Y/N, you're the woman, you're not supposed to be so hard.”

The crew chuckled and you rolled your eyes, embarrassed that your anxiety was so obvious.

“Hey, you OK with this?” Chris whispered.

“Ye-yes. Yeah. Just. Out of my comfort zone.” You replied, before raising your voice. “Any directions, boss-man?”

“Just, act like you're a complete whore. You would die to touch him, you need him like oxygen. You're excited, get a little wiggle going on, yes?”

Mentally screaming at him, you nodded your head, and looked at Chris with daggers in your eyes. He couldn't hold in the laugh. Suddenly you were both laughing so hard you nearly fell back into the coffin, and Chris nearly fell in on top of you, making you laugh so hard your eyes watered.

“Oh come on, now your make up is all crinkled, everybody, take five! Y/N, go to hair and make up, and Chris... never mind.” David trailed off, you and Chris still giggling as he helped you out of the coffin. You fumbled a little in the stilettos, but Chris held you around your waist til you got your balance.

“Let's go.”

“David was right, you know,” Chris said, words you thought you'd never hear as you walked to hair and make up.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Not like that! I mean, you just seemed super tense, stiff.” You chuckled at the innuendo. “C'mon Y/N, I'm serious. Am I doing something wrong? I don't want to make you uncomfortable or anything, OK? So just tell me.”

“... I- complete honesty?”

“Always, you know that.”

“I'm scared... I'm scared that if we kiss you'll be disgusted by me or it'll change our friendship and I'll lose you. I don't want to kiss you for the first time in front of cameras and people—I mean, I don't want to kiss anyone for the first time in front of cameras—I mean, your opinion matters to me, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Y/N. Breathe. Yeah?” Chris said, stopping walking to grab you by the shoulders and look you in the eye with a half smile that made you melt. “Would it help if, uh,” Chris looked to the side and nervously rubbed his hands. “If we kiss now, before cameras or anything. You can tell me what you like and what you don't so I don't fuck up,” he said before adding “It'd look better on camera if we're actually enjoying it, right?”.

You bit your lip and stepped closer. Chris brushed your hair behind your head and you couldn't help but turn into his hand a bit as he did, before looking up to his dark brown eyes. He stepped in til your bodies were nearly against each other, and lent down to softly brush your lips with his. You felt your breath catch in your throat as he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer. You looped your arms around his neck and pressed your lips hard against him. The kiss was fire, and within moments you felt Chris's tongue against your lips, asking for entrance. You stood frozen in time, exploring each other as much as you dared before eventually breaking away for air.

You both stood there, entangled and breathing hard, looking away with small smiles.

“Um, so yeah, if you just do that it'll be fine.” You said, with a breathy voice and a little laugh. Chris joined in, and to your dismay, pulled away.

“Yeah, yeah definitely like that.” He said with a wink, before continuing the walk to hair and make up with his hands in his pockets. You stood still for a moment, hand to your lips, before walking fast to catch up.

You re-filmed the start of the shot after talking with Chris about what you were comfortable with (“well, we're in character, right? Just go for what feels right, and if I'm uncomfortable I'll stop you. Same goes for you.” to which Chris replied “You better let me know, I never want to hurt you.”). Chris walked up to you, and took his glove off. The look in his eye sent a shiver down your spine as you arched your back and lent across the coffin, convincing yourself you were leaning into the part and not Chris. But instead of kissing you, Chris brushed the hair from your face, and placed his head against yours, shutting his eyes. The tension was too much for you to bear as he lent down and rubbed his face against yours, kissing you without doing so, breath against your neck sparking electricity through your veins. You returned the motion, nuzzling into the man. But where Chris's hand had been around the back of your neck, he shifted his hands to be around your throat, lifting you up for better access to surprise you with a fierce, open-mouthed kiss.

It was like the man was trying to torture you. Or ruin you in the best way. You lent further into the kiss, deepening it.

“And cut! Perfect, we'll get all the kissing done at the same time to not waste the lipstick, yeah?” David said, ruining everything.

Chris helped you out of the coffin and you prayed you wouldn't slip and suffer the same fate and Chloe (not that you'd let a sprained ankle stop you now), and David guided you both to an empty area with a few blue lights around.

“OK. Now. I want you guys to make out. Just go for it. Chris, I want you to ravish her.” David directed.

At this point, you looked at Chris and just shrugged. He laughed and pulled you flush against him by the waist, both of you with cheeky grins.

“You ready to start filming?” Chris asked, an air of mischief in his voice.

Before David even said yes, Chris's lips were on yours again. It started a little sloppy and silly, but turned slower and more passionate fast, your hands cupping Chris' cheek, his arms around you only drawing you in closer, impossibly so. Chris broke the kiss and whispered in your ear.

“I'm going to do something, if you don't like it, just stop me, OK?” he spoke in a low whisper, and you didn't have to pretend to be turned on.

“I trust you.” You breathed back.

Then suddenly Chris was kissing your neck, then your chest. You arched your back to grant him better access, and stroked his neck as he sucked on the soft skin of your collarbone. It was all you could do to hold back a moan. When he pulled away and looked up at you, you could have died. Suddenly you felt too tense to kiss him again, scared you'd convey how much you need him, as Y/N, not the character in the music video. You turned your away, and then it was time to touch up your lipstick and a break before once more getting in the coffin.

You were drinking icy water and trying to calm yourself down from the growing heat and anxiety within you. You tried to compose yourself. You didn't want to be a creep, it's not exactly like he's consenting to you getting off from his acting. And that's all it was. Acting. Just... really convincing. You tried to reason with yourself and prepare yourself for the sex scene.

There was another knock on the dressing room door.

“Come in.”

Chris walked in, immaculate in his suit, but a concerned look in his dark eyes.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?” You responded, feigning innocence.

“Did I do something wrong? I thought everything was OK. Did I cross a line? You know you can always stop me Y/N, I know you've been through shit and I don't want to ever hurt you, I'm really sor-”

“Chris, Chris, it's fine. You didn't cross a line or anything. I just. Um. Fuck,” you looked away, a blush spreading across your face. “I- Look, you did nothing wrong, OK? You did everything right. Maybe too right, if you get what I mean? I guess I just kinda froze up. But trust me, you didn't do anything wrong. You're... perfect.” You looked back up at Chris with imploring eyes, only to be met with a cocky smirk.

“Too right, huh? Man's got moves.” He laughed to himself, and you rolled your eyes with a smile.

“Don't get all proud of yourself,” you said and walked past. “Show time.”

Once you two opened the coffin and climbed in, it was up to you.

“I have one direction. Make me feel something. Action!” David boomed.

You started simple, Chris climbing on top of you, but you decided to take control. You lent back and put one heeled foot on Chris's chest, pushing him down slowly. He looked up at you with such an intense lust you could have moaned from that alone. You kissed for a moment before sitting up and helping Chris to take his jacket off. His eyes never left yours, piercing into your soul. The world didn't matter; nothing was real but this moment.

The pair of you moved in time, shifting seductively as Chris whispered to you, hand in your hair.

“Would it be too far if I,” he slid his hand across your face, and you understood his gesture. When his thumb slipped into your mouth, you sucked, fully getting into it. You were determined to make him as desperate as you were. He held both sides of your face and was about to kiss you, but you wrapped your arms around his wrists and tried to pull him down. But Chris was not one to obey. He pulled his hands away and brushed some hair out of your face, before pulling you up against him. Chris scooped you up, one hand cradling your neck delicately, the other gripping your ass for stability and control. You felt immediately how badly Chris wanted this when he grinded into you. The thin fabric of your costume and his suit was not enough to conceal his arousal. You gasped and grinded back as Chris lent in for a kiss that felt like fire. He guided you down into the coffin, as you felt his tongue slip past your lips. After just a moment of kissing, Chris sat up, both of you coming up for air, and double checking consent.

But you just grabbed his shirt and pulled him down. He kissed you lips, your neck, down your chest, even kissing your thigh, then lifting your leg up to caress as he kissed you deeply and passionately, grinding occasionally and trying to control himself. After a few more kisses, you broke apart.

“Perfection! Now we just need to close the lid.” David stated.

“I'm sorry, what?” you asked.

“We're going to close the lid. Well, Chris is. Make it extra dramatic, that's the ending of the video. Two lovers in their final bed.”

Normally you'd fight this, as the idea of being shut in a coffin—even for a moment in a music video—gave you anxiety, but in your current state, the idea made a shiver go through your spine.

The last scene was shot, you snuggled into Chris as he looked up into the camera and closed the door. For just a few moments, you remained just like that. Head on Chris's shoulder and hand on his chest, his arm around you and hand on your ass. You looked up at him and though you couldn't see it, he was looking down at you too.

Chris cleared his throat and tried to find something to say.

“Wow.” He stated, eloquently. You laughed quietly, knowing the camera was still filming.

Before you could lose your nerve, you reached your hand up to find his lips. You heard Chris breathing harder as your fingers found his lips. You just started to shuffle closer when you heard a voice.

“That's a wrap for tonight guys. Everyone fuck off home, it's going to be another big day tomorrow.” David said, walking off and dismissing the crew. The crew (most of whom your were friends with) thought it would be funny to leave you both in there rather than helping you out. Which meant you had to untangle yourselves and find a way out.

Someone tapped the coffin twice.

“See you tomorrow guys!” the voice was Ricky. Then, quieter, “Don't have too much fun.” You could feel the smirk through the coffin.

“Motherfucker!” Chris yelled, and only get a distant laughter in response.

You heard nothing but Chris' heartbeat and your head rested on his chest.

For a second, you just looked up at Chris, unsure what to do. You wanted to tell him, but you were scared. You wanted to kiss him, but what if he freaked out, what if it was only for the video, and he was just another actor? But could you live with yourself if you didn't take the chance? Before you could do anything, Chris tried to pull his arm out from under you to push up on the lid of the coffin, and in doing so ended up half on top of you. Chris breathed in sharply as you felt what was most definitely not his leg pressing on yours.

“Ah, sorry, I just, uh, you know,” Chris laughed nervously before looking into your eyes, “You were too good too.” He meant to joke, but his emotions leaked out through the words.

“Trust me, if I was a man, I'd be apologising for the same thing,” you laughed, trying to ease into talking again, and letting Chris know it was all OK. “I mean, when you pulled me in and like, thrust into me? Fuck, I know you said you have moves but damn, you really have moves!” You joked—or tried to make it seem that way.

“I mean, I'm happy to show you more, if you want.” he said with a wink, leaning into it in a joking manner.

“Bold of you to assume I don't want that.” you returned. The joke slipped out, challenging him, but you weren't expecting his facade to drop as he looked at you with total sincerity.

“Y/N, I—I need to ask you something. Was this, ah, was this just for the video? Cause I could swear I felt something real, and I'm hoping it's not just because I want there to be.”

“I- Thank God I wasn't imagining it.” You smiled and pulled him in. But this wasn't like when the cameras where on you. This was soft. Hesitant. Fragile and delicate but determined to push yourself. Because you couldn't let this slip away. Him slip away. While you were aiming for just a short kiss, a peck, wordlessly checking it was OK, Chris had other ideas.

Suddenly his hands were in your hair, his lips on yours, and instead of passion, there was a soft declaration of love. Just taking time to memorize the feel of your lips. But you were both still worked up, and then the heat came in moments, the kiss like fire. As your tongues danced, Chris slid a hand down your body, stopping to squeeze your ass as he grinded into your leg. You moaned into the kiss, rocking your hips against his.

“Chris,” you moaned, as he started to grind his cock against your clothed core.

“Dammit, how do you get this thing off?” He asked, tugging at your costume, and you laughed.

“Fuck, this stupid costume, we're gonna need to get out of here to get it off... Dressing room?” You suggested.

“I don't know,” Chris said darkly, breathing against your ear. “I was looking forward to fucking you right here in this coffin.”

The statement sent a shiver down your spine. Chris didn't miss this.

“I knew you thought this was hot too,” he said, voice low and leaving a hickey on the small of your neck. Chris slid his hand down to rub against your heat, and you bucked your hips into his hand immediately.

“Fuck, you're a lot darker than I gave you credit for, kitten.” Chris' low voice forced a whimper out of you. Then he stopped. “If I go too far, stop me, OK? I don't want to hurt you... well, unless you want me to.”

“Chris, if you stop now, I will fucking murder you.”

“Can't think of a better way to go.”

“Chris!”

With that, Chris tore the fabric connecting the top and bottom of the costume, sliding your panties off at the same time. Before you could even register the destroyed costume, his thumb was rubbing circles on your clit and you cried out.

“Yes! Just there!” You moaned, and Chris slowed his pace. You were about to protest when you heard the zipper of his of his pants. You reached down and pulled his cock out of his pants, and he groaned as you pumped him slowly.

“Shit, I'm not going to last if you keep touching my like that, Y/N,” Chris moaned airily as he thrust into your hand.

“I'm only teasing you back, baby,” you smirked, letting go and kissing him harshly.

“Uh, I don't have a condom, are you OK with that?” Asked Chris, ever the gentleman.

“I'm on the pill, just fuck me, please.” The last word slipped out before you could stop yourself. As hot as this was, you knew your friend would never let you live this down.

“'Please?' Don't tell me,” Chris said, melodramatic, “you're a sub!”

“Chris, don't make me do it, don't ruin the moment.”

“I'm not ruining anything, all I'm saying is-”

“No,”

“that you have to beg.”

“I am not-” You stopped as Chris rolled on top of you, grinded his cock against your wet core, and bit the spot just below your ear, causing you to let out a high pitched whimper.

“Are you sure about that, darling?” Chris asked in a low voice.

You whimpered more as he rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.

“Please Chris, I'm begging you, please fuck me!”

With that Chris thrust his full length into you without any warning.

You cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain, the later only making the first more intense. Chris was far bigger than any other guy you'd had, both in length and width, and the stretch was perfection. You could've cum then and there when Chris hammered into you without waiting, groaning into your ear. The noises that man was making could drive you insane. Each thrust was deeper, and took you to a new level as you ran your nails down Chris's back, legs wrapping around him for more, more, more. You were in such a state that neither of you could even feel or hear the coffin jolting with each thrust. You wished you could see more of Chris, but the darkness of the coffin only heightened your other senses. Each thrust felt more powerful, as Chris hit your g spot without fail each time.

It wasn't long before you Chris stopped kissing your neck to groan into your ear, slowing his pace.

“Y/N, I'm gonna cum,” He warned, asking without words what you were comfortable with.

“Cum in me,” you said without missing a beat, and you could've sworn the man whimpered a little. “Please.”

With that, Chris returned to his brutal pace, kissing your lips like he needed you like air. He pinched your nipple, and as a gasp escaped, Chris used this to his advantage for further access. After a moment, you felt his thumb toy with your clit again, slow circles getting faster, and as you felt yourself clench around Chris, the tightness in your stomach released and you felt ecstasy as you bucked wildly, desperate to stay in this moment. Just as you started to come down from your high, Chris released into you, losing control. You couldn't help but climb higher as the man you'd die for moaned into your ear, holding your hips and just losing himself into you.

You two cooled down, breathing hard against each other, the scent of sex heavy in the coffin. Though you could hardly see it, you could feel Chris looking into your eyes. Then his hand brushed some hair from your face and he kissed you sweetly, still inside you. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him lovingly. When the kiss ended, Chris slipped out, and let out a sigh.

“You have no idea how long I've wanted you, Y/N. How much I need you.” Chris's voice was soft and gentle, a stark contrast what took place mere moments ago.

“I feel like I could say the same. Chris, I-” You stopped yourself before you could say how you feel. Because even after all this, the fear remained. But Chris wasn't going to let that get in the way.

“You what?”

“I've liked you for the longest time.” You chickened out.

“Well, I've loved you for years.”

Even in the dark, you looked over at him.

“What?”

“I wrote this song for you, actually. I'm eternally yours. If you'll give me the honour of being so.”

“I love you.” Was all you could say before your lips crashed to his once more in the beautiful blackness.

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My contribution to Night Kids November

hi guys! I heard it’s night kids November so here I am with some headcanons! I hope you like it!

Night Kids x Reader Headcanons🩷

Takeshi Nakazato

One day you saw a black r32 outside of the coffee shop you were going to

Of course being the big car geek you are you start taking pictures and admiring it until you hear a voice 

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”

You quickly stand up and see none other than Nakazato himself

“I’m so sorry! Is this your car? It just seemed so cool I wanted a couple of photos to show my friends… I can delete them if you want….”

You look back at the man to see his face being a bright red color

“I-it’s fine! Just wasn’t expecting someone as good looking as yourself to- I mean-!”

He’s still a nervous wreck lol

You’ve been dating for months since then but he still finds himself stuttering and blushing at the littlest things you do

I’m sure Nakazato has some kind of money cause dude has a whole r32 so I’m sure he’d spend the rest on you

I just read he possibly does something with pharmaceuticals so he definitely gonna spend that money on you. Buying you jewelry, the plushie you looked at through the window, and definitely a nice expensive dinner

Gets so excited when you come to his races

The first time he saw you in the crowd he freaked out 

He was happy you were there, but he was scared of all the weird guys that hung around too 

So from then on he just took you with him to wherever he went

If you really don’t wanna be part of the race or you don’t like actually racing then he trusts his team enough to let you stay with them

But if you’re in the car with him while he races he’s gonna wanna show off so much in front of you

But at the same time he’s so scared he’s gonna big a guard rail too

It’s just best if you stay with his team, but he’ll drive for you once the race is over!

He’s such a gentleman

Doors always opened for you, feet rubs, cuddles, you name it and he’s doing it 

His favorite thing to do with you is crafts with you 

Like HE personally doesn’t like doing it, but he loves it when you finish making him a bracelet or a painting and comparing it with his

His definitely isn’t the Best but your smile makes it worth it 

Shingo Shoji

This boy💀

Where as I can see Nakazato with a a partner who doesn’t race or doesn’t like racing, Shingo has to have someone who at the bare minimum likes cars

He probably saw you racing one night, and just as you passed by him he saw your face 

He needed to get your number!

He asked everyone if they’d see this car

It wasn’t until he asked Sayuki when he found out who you were

“A red NSX? Oh that’s y/n! Me and Mako drive with them sometimes. What about it?”

He begged her to give him your number or set you up on a date

Once you guys finally did meet you guys clicked right away

The both of you do weird couple things 100% and have no shame

You’ll get up to grab you and him something and he’ll just smack your butt and be like, “thanks babe” like nothing happened 

A few hours later and you do the same back to him, “it’s payback” you say

The rest of the night you’re chasing each other around smacking each others butts giggling and laughing at each other 

Shingo doesn’t really give gifts, however he loves to do random things with you 

The both of you will look up random things to do around Miyogi or wherever else you guys feel like going 

Or you both will try new things together like cooking, walking around looking for rocks, or even playing basketball, etc.

He’d love to see you at his races

If you were part of a team or races against others too he’d definitely show up to show his support, using every opportunity to say, “yeah she’s my babe,” or, “I bet you wish she was yours huh? Too bad, I guess you’re just gonna have to keep looking from afar.”

If you know how to gum tape then I don’t think he’d mind too much for you to go against him, but he would still prefer not to

If you don’t have a clue about it then he doesn’t wanna risk you getting hurt

His favorite thing to do with you is late late drives

He likes when your in his passenger seat, he likes when he’s in yours

He likes when your racing with each other

At the end of the day as long as he’s with you he’s satisfied 

[blackcherryvelvet0909]

Sunset Ombre (Vil x GN!Reader)

Your ears were filled with the sounds of crashing waves. The golden grains of sand crunched against your feet as you walked along the shore, eyes cast out to the sea beyond. The sun had begun to set upon the horizon, casting the sky in beautiful, soft, colorful hues. You sighed as another cool breeze swept through, tossing your hair in wisps a second time. It was surely time to go back to your room, but you didn’t want to leave! The scenery was just too breathtaking to leave behind. 

You heard a sigh so soft from behind you that you almost mistook it for the wind. The soft crunch of steps upon the sand told you otherwise. Before you could even turn around fully, the glimpse of purple-tinted shades let you know who had come to find you. 

“There you are.” Vil took a few steps more towards you before he stopped, hand rested upon his hips. “You do realize everyone else has gone back to the hotel, yes? Do you wish to catch cold out here?” 

“I’m sorry.” There really was no reason to apologize, you were free to do as you pleased - but you did realize you could have let someone know you’d be out here a while longer. “I guess I just lost track of time. It’s been so long since I last came to a beach; even then, it’s nothing compared to this.” You turned your gaze back out towards the waves, a smile stretched across your face at the sight. “It’s so beautiful here.” 

Vil followed your gaze, then gave a nod in affirmation. “Yes, it is quite the view.” He turned his head slightly to glance over at you. “But you can admire it more from your hotel room window. If you like, I wouldn’t even mind if you chose to visit my condo for an even better vantage point. Just come inside before certain people start to throw a tantrum - and before your skin dries out.” 

Ever the maternal one, Vil Schoenheit, whether or not he admitted it. There was no way he’d leave you alone until you did what he wanted. You weren’t exactly annoyed…just taken aback by his care, sometimes. You chuckled as you gave a little nod, “Alright, alright, I’m coming!” 

“You better,” Vil sighed. “My patience for Grim can only stretch so far.” 

“Oh, trust me, you’re not the only one.” 

Before you could turn to head back to the resort, your eyes caught something interesting - eye-catching. The sky had taken on a soft purple hue; golden rays of setting sunshine highlighted the expanse quite spectacularly. In your line of sight was also Vil’s hair, still tied in an elegant braided bun (at least what you could see from under his wide-brimmed sun hat). The blond of his hair, the purple ombre that faded in at the ends…you couldn’t help but release another chuckle. 

“I guess you made the sky jealous.”

Vil raised an eyebrow as he glanced your way again. “Hm? What do you mean?” 

“The colors of the sky match your hair,” you replied. “It’s beautiful.” You watched Vil’s eyes widened at your comparison; the sudden pink tint to his cheeks must’ve been a reflection of the setting light. Your brain began to scramble itself in worry and regret. Was that the wrong thing to say? Did you…oh shit, it sounded like you were flirting, didn’t it? “S-Sorry, that sounded weird, I didn’t mean to-”

The small laugh Vil let out caused your words to stop on your tongue - your heart to flutter. His eyes were closed in glee, mouth opened in a perfect smile. His pointer finger and thumb came up to hold the right temple of his sunglasses, then lifted them up to reveal his twinkling violet eyes. He looked genuinely happy. 

“No, no, do go on!” The Pomefiore housewarden gave you a little wink. “I would love to hear what else is on that silly little mind of yours~” 

Your heart pounded in your chest, your blood pumped in your ears, your face felt hotter than it did before. Vil simply chuckled at your embarrassment, setting his shades back in place before he began to walk forward, back towards civilization. He glanced over his shoulder at you; his finger curled in a ‘come here’ motion, enticing you to follow. Like a lovesick fool, you did so without a word. 

As if to sink further into whatever hole you got yourself into, when yet another breeze blew through, you tucked a stray lock of Vil’s hair behind his ear. 

[ghostswithoutokday]

Lucifer x reader head cannons

( I was bored and didn’t know what to write so here sorry if it’s bad🫠)

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Lucifer is the type of person to tease or make fun of his lover in a joking way that is he loves it when he tease you, especially the blush on your face he craves it I can also kind of see him when you both are cuddling that he would be a little spoon. He sometimes tries or wants to be little big spoon. I never for any reasons worked out for him. he would probably call you ducky or sweetheart. Love you know he loves it when you make up nicknames for him like Lucy or lulu he also loves it when you kiss and cuddle him after a long day also, sometimes you would find yourself with little ducks outside your door and the shape of Ed your favorite thing you made a little duck army in your bookshelf geez I wonder who could this be from? ( I think you know who 😏)

Lucifer tends to get a little jealous. He says he gets a little and by little he means a lot because you’re his, and everybody should know that. There is this one time that this came up to you and asked you if you wanted to have a night together when Lucifer heard this he was livid. Let’s just say that you never saw that center again or anyone did really you never know what happened to him. When you and Lucifer started dating, you, both were kind of scared to tell his daughter Charlie, MorningStar but soon as she found out in the most weird possible way, she gave you guys the thumbs up, and she was actually happy that her dad finally found someone and got over her mother even started taking off his ring for you. loves it when you help him make ducks also

( here a little scenario for you simps 😏)

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what is a normal hellish day in the castle and you were just walking around admiring the paintings when you heard a slightly angry Lucifer, you took a peek and saw Lucifer in his office making you guessed it ducks, you singed a bit “lucy honey are- you okay?” Lucifer turns around his hair was a bit messed up and his wings were a bit messy. “ yea- yea I’m fine it just I can’t seem to get this duck right!?.” Lucifer says an angry tone Lucifer sighs an angry tone soon sliding down from his desk onto the floor, his knees close to his chest “ maybe I’m a failure I mean I can’t even remember my own daughter.. plus she has a dad bond with… Alastor… “ you soon sit down next to him

“ and I see the bond they share” Lucifer says as you put an arm around him “ hey that’s not true I mean sure you could pay little attention to your daughter but still” you soon cough his face making him turn to you. You could see the eyebags under him. He saw he hasn’t slept in a couple of days. And a little bit of tear stains. “You are perfect just the way you are. Lu.. and plus you’re the king of hell and you got me.” Lucifer turns to you “promise me you’ll never leave me please just like she did….” He said looking at the floor you held him close “ of course I never leave you silly I will miss seeing you cuddle up next to me you both laugh a little

“ I would never leave you”

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( thank you for reading ⭐️🫠😀🤪)

[trump-multiships]

⋆˚✿˖°~ Trump X Elon Musk (trumplon) oneshot ~ ⋆˚✿˖°

Trump and Elon: a story of a broken couple

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Elon struggles with depression. This depression was rooted because he realized he was bisexual. Little did he know, the “homophobic” trump, the president (who was his Bi awakening), was secretly a closeted trans gay man and used he/they/xe/xim/ze/hir pronouns.

Elon Musk sat alone in the dim back corner of an american bar, staring at his phone. He watched in stunned silence as Donald Trump appeared on the screen, rallying on some talk show, launching into another tirade about "traditional values." The host threw a pointed question about LGBTQ+ rights, and Trump scoffed, dismissing it with the wave of a hand.

"Let's be clear," Trump sneered, “I’m not about to get into this ‘woke’ stuff. I believe in strong, traditional men. That’s what America needs."

Elon’s chest tightened as he heard the crowd’s applause. It was another slap in the face—a public affirmation that his fascination, his admiration for Trump was hopelessly misplaced. He tossed his phone on the table and slumped over his drink, feeling like he’d been punched.

That was the worst part. He couldn’t shake the feeling, the pull, this…this weird infatuation he’d tried to deny. How could he feel anything for a man so opposed to people like him? A man who, it seemed, would never accept who Elon really was.

"Mind if I join you?"

Elon’s head jerked up. There, standing in front of him, cloaked in a shadow that made him seem both larger than life and oddly fragile, was Donald Trump himself. Elon froze, a wave of panic and confusion taking hold. Was this real? He blinked, sure he was hallucinating.

"Y-yeah," he stammered, eyes wide, voice shaking. "Sure."

Trump sat down across from him, the weight of his presence almost crushing. Elon couldn't look him in the eye, couldn't stop his hands from trembling. In a voice barely above a whisper, he mumbled, “Why… why do you say those things? About people like me?”

Trump sighed, shifting uncomfortably, glancing around before leaning in closer. "Elon… look, I—"

But Elon couldn’t hold back anymore. His voice broke, emotions spilling out uncontrollably. “Do you know how hard it is? To be… this way? To feel like this and have no one know? And then to see someone you… someone you—” He cut himself off, eyes glistening, his face flushed with shame and frustration. He didn’t finish, but he didn’t need to. The admission lingered, fragile and exposed.

The silence between them grew thick. Trump looked at Elon with an intensity that was equal parts vulnerability and longing.

“Elon,” Trump whispered, his voice barely audible. “You’re not the only one who’s afraid.”

Elon shook his head, confused, hurt. “You don’t know anything about it.”

“No, I do,” Trump replied, his voice softening. “I’ve lived it. I’ve buried it for years.” Xe took a deep breath. “Elon, I’m not who they think I am. I… I’m a closeted trans gay man.”

Elon’s head snapped up, his eyes wide with disbelief. Trump’s hand reached out, fingers brushing over Elon’s in a way that was both hesitant and electric. “I use… he/they/xe/xim/ze/hir pronouns,” ze said softly, looking away for a moment, hir eyes distant, almost haunted. “But I’ve hidden all of it because I didn’t want to be hated. I didn’t want to be… alone.”

Elon’s lip trembled, tears finally spilling over. He wasn’t alone. Not anymore. The truth, spoken aloud, felt surreal.

“Donald…” Elon choked out, his voice raw. “Why did you have to say all those things on TV? Why… all this time?”

Trump closed hir eyes, face twisted in shame. “Because I was terrified, Elon. If I let people in, if I admitted what I really am, they would tear me apart. But tonight…” Hir eyes met Elon’s, and for the first time, Elon saw past the public mask. “Tonight, I couldn’t keep it in anymore.”

They stared at each other, the weight of everything—society, expectations, fear—melting away in the quiet understanding they shared.

"Come here," Trump whispered, voice breaking, and reached for Elon. They came together, a mess of tears, whispered confessions, and the quiet promise that they no longer had to hide.

In the dim bar, they held each other, two souls who, after years of fear and denial, finally felt understood.

Elon and Trump were closer than they’d ever been, breaths mingling as their gazes locked. Every barrier they'd spent their lives building seemed to crumble between them. Elon’s hand, hesitant yet steady, reached up to touch Trump’s face, tracing the lines of years spent hiding.

“Elon,” Trump whispered, hir voice barely audible, breaking with emotion. “I don’t think I can go back to pretending.”

Elon, feeling a surge of courage he hadn’t known before, nodded, the faintest of smiles breaking through his tears. “Then don’t.”

Slowly, they leaned into each other. The world faded away as their lips met, a kiss so intense, so filled with years of secrecy, that it felt like freedom. Time ceased to exist as the two men shared that moment, lost in a vulnerability they'd never allowed themselves to show to anyone else.

But then, a gasp shattered the silence.

They pulled apart abruptly, eyes wide, to see Melania Trump standing at the entrance, framed by the dim bar lights, an unreadable expression on her face. Her gaze flicked between them, landing on Trump with a look that was almost… amused?

“Elon. Donald.” Her voice was cool, almost casual, as if she’d just stumbled upon them discussing a business deal. But there was a hint of something in her eyes—a smirk, barely there, quickly masked.

Trump stammered, stepping back. “Melania, I… I didn’t expect you here.”

She raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “I can see that.” Her eyes lingered on Elon for a second, then softened, a look of strange understanding passing over her face. “Donald, you don’t have to explain.”

Elon’s face flushed, his mind reeling, ready to see anger, betrayal—anything, really, that would have felt like an appropriate response. But instead, Melania just sighed and gave a slight shrug.

“You know,” she said with a wry smile, “you may think I haven’t noticed all this. But I see more than you think.” She paused, casting a sidelong glance at Elon, as if to silently convey some kind of sympathy. “Besides, I didn’t vote for you anyway.”

Trump’s jaw dropped. “You… didn’t?”

“No.” She crossed her arms with a casual smile. “I voted for Kamala.”

The tension in the air broke as Trump’s face contorted in shock. Elon’s eyes darted between them, a stunned silence settling over the three. Melania simply chuckled, shaking her head as she turned to leave.

“Goodnight, boys,” she said over her shoulder with a smirk, leaving them standing there in a dazed silence, their secret moment now laid bare in the most unexpected way.

As the door clicked shut behind her, Trump let out a long, bewildered sigh. Elon looked at him, then, barely able to contain his laughter.

“Guess you’re not the only one who’s full of surprises.”

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[lanassgirlll]

Old Faces

Elijah Mikaelson x Fem!Reader

Summary: The last time you saw the Mikaelson family, you got left heartbroken. Now, you meet a certain member of the family again after centuries.

Warnings: kidnapping (kinda?) tiniest bit of angst, mentions of paranoia, use of y/n!

Words: 1,7k

AN: First of all, it's been a while since I have posted something, but I am back! So, I'm thinking about making this story into two or three parts. Also, I haven't decided which the love interest will be, so I will make a poll and I ask of anyone who reads this, to vote and choose!! Anyway, enjoy my new story and I hope you like it! (side note: please excuse any grammar and spelling mistakes, lol)

Getting out of the taxi, Y/N took in a deep breath whilst looking around the fascinating streets of New Orleans. She had only been here a few times, long before the city was founded. So, saying the place had changed would be underestimating.

It was almost dark outside, and she couldn't wait to have a shower and get some sleep. The flight she had booked was early in the morning, so she had spent many hours in the air just to get here.

Taking her bags out of the car, Y/N slowly made her way inside the hotel she had booked a room in. The hotel itself wasn't anything special and it wasn't one of the best places to stay in the city. But she liked the simple, rather than the extravagant places, so this would be just perfect for her.

It was now early in the morning when Y/N was getting ready for her day. She had decided that she'd spend the few days she was staying in the city, exploring, and collecting little souvenirs for her home in Europe, instead of sulking and rotting in the bed of her hotel room. Y/N didn't like traveling so far away from home much, as she loved the comfort of it, but whenever she did, collecting things that would catch her eye was like a tradition for her. Her house was full of colorful toys, rugs, all kinds of weird cutlery and even furniture, all of which she had gotten from her travels.

Putting on her coat and grabbing her bag, she made her way out of the room, and outside into the streets of New Orleans.

After strolling around the more modern part of the city, Y/N decided to go to the famous French Quarter, as she had heard many good things about it. At least more good than bad, as the place was known for the wicked vampires and witches who somehow never could make peace between their communities.

The place was truly beautiful, she had to admit. The buildings, the people, the jazz music, which she didn't like much, but it was still charming in a way.

But as she was walking around the streets, simply just admiring the place like a kid would admire a toy store, Y/N couldn't get of the feeling that someone was following her.

Sure, she was known for being a little too paranoid at times, but this time she really couldn't find out why. A thousand questions were running in her mind: Was it because of the stories she had heard about this place? Were the witches trying to get her for being in their territory? The fear was slowly building up as the paranoia was taking over her mind.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly made her way into an alleyway and looked around, just to make sure she was alone.

Just as she was about to open her bag, a man appeared in front of her. And as she was about to speak, the unfamiliar man broke her neck, and her world went dark.

Slowly waking up, a quiet groan escaped Y/N's lips. She figured it had to be from getting her neck broken. As the realisation kicked in, she opened her eyes and looked around.

She was in a big room, big windows letting the bright sun lighten the space. The room itself didn't have much furniture nor people in it. She looked down at herself and saw that she was tied down to a chair, and from the burning that she felt, it was obvious that the ropes were soaked with vervain. Great.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she managed to speak up.

''Hello? Is- is there anyone?''

She had to admit, she was scared to death right now. She had never really been in any situations like this up until now. She had never gotten attacked by anyone and it's been a few good centuries since anyone has broken her neck. The worst feeling was the anxiety she was feeling at that very moment.

How could she be this stupid? She was such an old vampire and she always let her fears get the worst out of her at the worst moments. Like this one. Y/N thought that this would be the day she'd die.

She was so lost in her thought, she didn't even notice the man that was now standing behind her.

''What do we have here?''

Hearing the deep voice behind her out of nowhere, made her squeak and close her eyes tightly, trying to control her breathing. She was a scaredy cat and at that moment she felt more embarrassed than afraid.

''Who are you? What do you want with me?''

The question started flying out of her mouth as she tried to get a better look at the man behind her.

''The more important question is, who are you? And what are you doing here?''

Just as Y/N was about to answer his questions out of fear for her life, she heard another man walking into the room. Of course, she couldn't see him either and the only thing she could hear now, was the quiet mumbling between the two of them.

Y/N swore that the voice of the man who had just walked in was one she had heard before. She just couldn't place where.

She looked down at her hands, trying to pull them out of the ropes, even though she knew it was of no use. She hissed at the burning feeling and clenched her jaw. Y/N was getting angry now. She had done nothing wrong to deserve this.

''Hello? If you won't tell me what you want, just let me go! I have done nothing to you!''

As she looked up, with the corner of her eye saw one of the men making his way over to her. He stood in front of her and looked her up and down, and Y/N swore she could feel the judgment in his eyes.

''Quick change of attitude, I see?''

The man was tall, with dark skin and sharp face. His expression wasn't giving anything out, and she couldn't read him.

''Look, I only-''

She stopped mid-sentence as the other man now stood in front of her, too. Memories started flooding her mind as she stared up at him. It had been centuries since she last saw him.

The one and only, Elijah Mikaelson.

He was looking at her, like he had just seen a ghost. His brows were furrowed, and his lips were parted, as he was sucking in a breath.

Before either of them could make a sound, the dark-haired man that stood next to Elijah, spoke up first.

''I'm guessing the two of you know each other. Care to explain, Elijah?''

Y/N clenched her jaw tightly, looking away from them without a saying a word. She was getting overwhelmed with all the memories that were coming back. She had been keeping them locked at the back of her mind, as they were too painful. It had taken her decades to get over what had happened. In all honesty, she never truly got over it, but at least she managed to control the thoughts.

''Marcel, would you be so kind and leave us.''

She heard the man, whose name apparently was Marcel, sigh with a hint of annoyance before slowly making his way out of the room.

Y/N reluctantly looked up at Elijah again, her jaw still clenched tight. He looked so different since the way time she saw him, yet still the same in a way. The only obvious changes were, of course, his clothes and his hair style.

''Y/N, this is- a really unexpected surprise.''

She scoffed as she heard his words. Using the word 'unexpected' was a funny way to describe it.

''Then let me go, and we can all continue with our day, peacefully.''

''I'm afraid I can't do that. Just yet.''

''You cannot be serious, Elijah.''

She was so angry at this point, her blood was boiling. What did he want with her? She knew that he didn't know she was here until he saw her with his own eyes. The shocked face he had made told her everything she needed to know.

''Just let me go. I don't know why your friend had to snap my neck and bring me here, but I assure you, I have done no wrong to him!''

Elijah had a small smile dancing on his lips as she chuckled at her words lightly.

''What's so funny?''

''I'm just- I am at loss of words. You've changed so much since the last time we saw each other.''

''I will not sit here and suffer, just because you want to chit chat.''

As she was looking at him, she saw as an emotion flashed in his eyes, but it was gone before she had the chance to figure out what it meant.

Suddenly, he ripped the ropes off her hands and threw them down on the ground.

Y/N quickly stood up and took a few steps backwards, needing space from him.

''Don't expect a 'thank you'.''

''Why are you here, Y/N?''

Her brows furrowed as she heard his question.

''Excuse me? Suddenly you own the world? I was here on a holiday, and now you have ruined it!''

His face was like a rock. She couldn't figure him out and it was slowly starting to annoy her, along with the other hundred things that were already annoying her.

''No, of course not.''

''Listen, Elijah. I don't want to be around you. So, I will get my things and go back home, and you won't hear or see me ever again. Sounds good? Great!''

Just as she started walking towards the door Marcel had walked out of earlier, figuring that had to be the way out of the building, Elijah appeared in front of her, startling her.

''Jesus-''

''Don't go. Just not yet at least.''

''I don't owe you anything Elijah. And you don't deserve a second of my time. Now get out of my way.''

''Y/N, please, let's talk. Or let me talk. I believe we have much to go through.''

She was looking at him, thinking about his plea. Was she really about to agree with him? She had tried so hard to keep the memories out of her mind, because of how painful they were.

But just like in the past, she really could never say no to him.

Knowing she'd regret it later, she took a deep breath and crossed her arms over her chest, before speaking up.

''Fine, let's talk.''

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It was my Pleasure.

One day while walking through the streets of Belobog, you get lost in finding your way home. As luck would have it, the Captain of the Silvermain guards happens to be on duty around this time. Did I mention that you're an undergrounder who happens to be related to Sampo?

I do plan on making a part 2

You are currently walking around the streets of Belobog, lost, and without your older brother. You two had snuck onto the overworld before but never at night, and he never let you in the city. Or near it for that matter.

However, he thought it would be a good idea since he had been getting close to being caught and wanted you to be a lookout.

What he failed to take into account was the fact that he told you to meet him there despite not knowing where to go. As you were looking for your brother you heard fast-approaching footsteps behind you. When you turned around you were met with the sight of the brother you spent the last 15 minutes looking for. Though before you could say anything he ran past you while yelling.

"Don't ask! Just run!"

You paused and quirked a brow, not really sure what he was getting at, though your thought process was cut short when you heard more people approaching you.

When you turned around you were met with Silvermain guards, though one stood out from the rest.

One, because he didn't have a helmet.

Two, he didn't have armor like the others.

And three, he was gorgeous.

He seemed like a character from a novel, the good kind that everyone likes. "Excuse me, miss."

'...I'm so screwed...'

"Uh, yeah?" You couldn't help but mentally scold yourself about how stupid you must have sounded. "I don't mean to bother you, but have you seen someone run through here?" You tilt your head down in thought.

Debating if you should lead them somewhere else despite brother ditching you, or be petty and tell them where they went.

'He's escaped them more than once he can do it again.' You nodded pointing in the direction Sampo went. "I saw a man run that way, he seemed to be in a hurry." The blonde glanced in the direction you pointed in before turning back to you. "Thank you. Have a good night." With that, he and the other guards ran in the direction your brother went.

Since the passage between the overworld and the underworld has been sealed your brother "took it upon himself" to sneak onto the surface to get anything really. Though he would sometimes run errands for Natasha so it wasn't all bad. But still, that wasn't how the Silvermain guards saw it, you reap what you sew.

Besides, the last thing you needed was Selee on your back, or worse, Natasha. The thought made you slightly shiver.

You took the passage back to the underworld and went to Natashas' clinic to see if she had anything to do for you, though you couldn't help but take your time on the overworld and admire the moon and stars.

While you were heading to the clinic you shrieked when two hands grabbed your shoulders and yelled next to your ear. When you turned around you were met with your brother.

"That's for leading them to me. I'm hurt, not even a second thought about your favorite brother." Sampo pouted. "First of all, you're my only brother. Second, that's what you get for leaving me alone, in Belobog, at night." His pout grew and before you knew it you were bickering like children.

Eventually, you went your separate ways, while doing so you ran into Selee. You were friends with her for a while so you naturally started a conversation. "Are you ok? You're acting weird." You turned to her when she suddenly changed the topic.

"What does that mean?" She sighed as she smiled, the two of you started to walk together. "You've been spacing out since you got back. Shield for your thoughts?" You tilted your head down going over the past few minutes.

You came to the realization that you were spacing out, then an image of blonde hair and blue eyes appeared in your mind.

"Woah, I didn't know you could get red so fast." You turned to her and placed a hand on your cheek, you were burning up. The two of you chuckled and you both stopped. "Ok, fine you caught me. I may or may not have met someone that was a little easy on the eyes." And placed her hands on her hips as she quirked a brow and gave you a sly smile.

"A little? You should check your reflection you're so red. you look like you might have a heart attack or something" You playfully punched her arm before you both laughed. As your laughter died down she sighed. "Anyway did you hear about the stunt your brother pulled earlier?"

"...Oh Qlipoth, what did he do?" She sighed and shook her head. "He brought three outsiders and a Silvermain guard to the underworld." You perked up. "A Silvermain guard? Here?" She nodded, and you sighed and rubbed your temple. "It's never boring at least." She gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Anyway, I'm heading over there right now, care to join?"

"Join you in tracking down a Silvermain guard in the underworld after they were brought here by my brother. What could possibly go wrong?"

You both laughed before running toward where the Silvermain guard was seen.

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You are in love – Taylor Swift

Masterlist - Previously - Next Chapter

And for once you let go Of your fears and your ghosts One step, not much But it said enough

Seeing Charlotte at his birthday party made Charles feel conflicted. On the one hand, he was happy to see her; their relationship may have ended, but they had spent some wonderful times together and Charles would always be grateful to Charlotte for having been part of his life. But on the other, he hoped that Lyanna would not interpret this in the wrong way and would take this opportunity to distance herself from him. The last few days had been complicated and things were only beginning to improve, so now was not the time to take a step backwards.

“So, what are you doing here? Who invited you?” asked her Charles while guiding her towards his friends.

“Joris told me. And I know we are not together anymore but I was not seeing myself not whishing you a happy birthday and ignoring it. We were friends before our relationship, I hope we can still be ones even after.”

“I don’t see why it could be a problem. We both adults and we both moved on.”

“Speaking of moving on… Lyanna Michel, hum? Aiming for Hollywood, Leclerc?” she teased him.

“You know her?”

“She is pretty famous.”

“How come everyone knows her but me?”

“Because you don’t care about anything that is not racing related. If she were in a movie about racing or whatever you would have known about her.”

He shrugged as they moved towards the tables where the guests were seated.

“Charlotte? What a surprise, I did not expect to see you there.” Pascale greeted her while kissing both of her cheeks and inviting the young woman to sit at the table.

“It’s good to see you Pascale.”

“So what have you been up to?”

“Travelling here and there. Enjoying life mostly.”

The two women started to talk and Charles took this opportunity to search for Lyanna in the crowd. He wanted to introduce her to Charlotte as quick as possible before she learnt by someone else that is ex-girlfriend was there and imagined things.

“Mom, did you see Lya somewhere? I can’t seem to find her.”

“No I haven’t. Do you want me to search for her with you?”

“I think it’s her right there by the scene, no?” pointed out Charlotte.

“So you know her to the extent that you can find her in the crowd but not me?” said Charles while looking at Charlotte with disbelief.

“I mean, I kind of follow her on social media and watched some of her movies. So yeah… told you Charles she was a big deal, you should not be surprised to learn that people know about her.”

Charles was about to get up and leave to go to his girlfriend when he saw her going up on the stage and sitting at the piano. His eyes were fixed on her, trying to understand what she was doing. He could see, even from several metres away, how distressed she was.

“Hi everyone. Oh my God, it’s so weird. I’m not going to take much of your time I just wanted to wish a happy birthday to the man of the day. I sometimes have a hard time finding the right words to say to express what you mean to me and every day a part of me admire you for putting up with me. I don’t know how you do to be this patient. I would have given up on me a long time ago if I were you but you’re somehow still here. So this song is for you. Happy Birthday Charles.”

Charles felt a sudden surge of emotion when he heard Lyanna sing. He was proud to see her bare her soul in front of so many people, most of whom she didn't even know. Embarrassment, because he knew that everyone was watching for his reaction. Hope, because he realised that Lyanna was finally ready to give 100% of herself to him and that they would finally be able to move forward together in the same direction. And above all, a ball of heat in his chest that threatened to explode at any moment.

Too busy looking at Lyanna, he didn't notice Charlotte's chair coming closer to him and whispering a few words in his ear.

“Well, she must really love you to do that.”

“She is amazing.”

“I can see that yes. Charles, can I tell you something? It won’t be long but I feel like you need to hear it.”

Charles turned briefly to Charlotte.

“In the years we spent as a couple, I’ve never seen you look at me like you are looking at her. Or even talk about me like you talk about her. You love her. If I know you as well as I think, you might not be ready to admit it, but it’s love. True and pure love. I’m happy you found that with someone and I’m glad she is able to give you what I could not. You deserve to be happy Charles. You deserve to find your special someone and if what I can witness is any clue about that, I think you found her. Hold on to that feeling. Hold on to her. And be happy.”

Charles was overwhelmed with emotion. It was one thing to hear his friends and family tell him he was in love, it was quite another to hear it from his ex. Without really thinking, he took Charlotte in his arms and held her close.

“I hope you’ll find that as well. You are a good person, Charlotte. Really.”

“Come on, you are going to make me cry. Go get your girl I think she is about to faint.”

A glance at Lyanna told him that the young woman was indeed about to cry, vomit or faint, or all three at once. He leapt to his feet and rushed towards her.

Lyanna stared shakily at the piano keys and Charles crouched down beside her to block her from the crowd. His arms found their natural place around her body and he drew her to him as he felt her tears wet his shirt. He had the reflex to move the microphone away and pressed his cheek against hers.

“You’re my most beautiful birthday gift.” He said to her.

It was true. Nothing could beat the way he felt about her at that moment. It was as if he'd been waiting for her all his life. She was a gift from heaven sent by his guardian angels. She was exactly what he needed at this moment in his life and he knew that whatever happened to him, if he had her by his side, everything would be all right.  His eyes met hers and a soft smile played across her lips.

“I hope I managed to convey everything that you make me feel with this song. And I hope you liked it.”

“You did, yes. And so much more. You made me cry, Lya.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. It’s happy tears. You are fantastic.”

He kissed her lips that tasted like salt and he was almost sure that she could say the same about his. They rose to their feet to the applause of the guests and Charles took Lyanna by the hand to lead her to the table where his family was seated. Charlotte was still there, her eyes a little teary. Pascale moved over to give Lyanna room to sit down and poured her a glass of water, which she drank in one gulp. Charles also sat down beside her, making sure to keep her hand in his at all times. He could still feel her shaking.

Out of the corner of her eye, Lyanna watched Charlotte. She was very pretty and seemed kind. And if she was present at Charles's birthday party, that meant they were still close. She didn't know how she felt about that. It would be so much easier for her if Charlotte came across as a heartless bitch and not the complete opposite.

Feeling the actress's gaze on her, Charlotte took the initiative of introducing herself.

“You were amazing out there. It was a really beautiful song.”

“Thanks.” Whispered Lyanna, her gaze fixed on the table.

“I love your dress by the way, red looks gorgeous on you. Don’t you agree Charles?” she insisted while sending a look to Charles that more or less was saying: please help me I want to get to know your girlfriend.

“Yeah, red is definitely my favourtie colour on her. For obvious reason. Well, Lyanna this is Charlotte, my…hum…” he hesitated. He couldn't see introducing Charlotte as a friend, but he couldn't see introducing her as his ex either.

“Ex-girlfriend?” blurted Lyanna while looking at Charles. “I was talking to George’s girlfriend when I saw you both together.”

“Charles did not know I was coming, maybe I should have given a heads up. Sorry if it made you uncomfortable.” Justified Charlotte.

Lyanna absent-mindedly nodded. She could not help but to feel a little jealous even if a part of her knew that she didn't have to fear anything. But still, it was not a nice feeling to to be stuck in a room with your boyfriend’s ex. She did not know how to act. She sighed before drinking another glass of water and excused herself. She needed to be a little alone, just to sort her thoughts out and breathe a little. She felt like all eyes were on her and she should have expected it after the stunt she pulled but it did not make things easier for her. She locked herself in the bathroom and put some water on her face. She stayed still for a few minutes trying to regain her composure and a steady breathing. When she came out of the room and she found herself face to face with Charlotte who had followed her.

“Hey… I’m sorry I didn’t mean to startle you.” Apologized Charlotte seeing Lyanna jerking away. “Do you have a minute?”

Lyanna nodded and they wandered off to find a secluded room away from prying ears.

“I know how you must feel, seeing me here. I guess it’s not a nice feeling…” began Charlotte.

“It’s weird, yeah. I have nothing against you I don’t know you, it’s just that I was not expecting to see you here. Charles never talked to me about his ex-girlfriends so meeting you on his birthday is kind of making me uncomfortable.”

“I can understand. If I knew that you would have been here, I would not have come. I don’t want to make things weird between you and Charles. I just want you to know that I did not come here with a hidden agenda. I only came to wish him a happy birthday, that’s it. You have nothing to be afraid of from my side. But I care about Charles, I’ll always will. I can’t act like he has not been an important part of my life. But I don’t love him anymore. I moved on. I wanted you to feel reassured toward that.”

“You did not have to tell me that. You don’t owe me anything but I appreciate, thank you.”

“You guys make a beautiful couple. And he is happy and in the end that is what I want the most for him.”

“You are really sweet; you make it hard for me to not like you.” Confessed Lyanna eliciting a slight laugh from Charlotte.

“Well thank you, I guess. Here’s my phone number, if you find yourself being bored of Charles and want to hang out, text me. I would really like to be your friend.”

Lyanna saved Charlotte's contact details in her phone and smiled at her. The brunette gave her a slight nod before walking away. When Lyanna returned to the room, Charlotte had disappeared and Charles was in the middle of the dance floor surrounded by his friends. She recognised Joris and Pierre in the distance but didn't dare intrude. Instead, she decided to join Pascale, who was alone at her table watching the room.

“How are you feeling, darling?” asked Pascale. “What you did out there for Charles was very brave.”

“I feel better now that is done. But I needed to tell him how I felt. I just did not know how.”

“Well I’d say that Charles will have a hard time to find something that will beat what you did for your birthday.”

“Well, he can always ask her to marry him, I’d say that would do the job perfectly fine.” Added Arthur that was passing by.

Lyanna blushed to the suggestion. It was definitely not in her plans for the near future. Even if imagining her future with Charles and imagining them getting married at some point made her feel fuzzy things.

It was late when Lyanna and Charles came back to the flat. Charles was slightly drunk and could not stop giggling. He was also extremely handsy with her. He could not stop touching her and following her around, trying to kiss her whenever he could. Lyanna found that annoyingly cute and she had a really hard time trying to put him into bed. And even in the darkness of the room and the comfort of the bed, Charles continued to tease her, playing with her hair and trying to pin her against him.

“Charles… sleep.” Tried to argue Lyanna.

“I don’t want to. Did I tell you how beautiful you looked today?”

“Multiple times, yes.” She answered laughing slightly. “You are going to have such a headache tomorrow.”

“I don’t care. As long as you are here, it doesn’t matter. You are perfect. My Lyanna. My beautiful and perfect Lyanna. All mine and mine alone.”

“You are so drunk…”

“Drunk on love then.” he added.

“Yeah sure, babe. Goodnight Charles.” She said and kissed his cheek.

“Lyanna?”

“Yes, Charles?” she sighed.

She waited but nothing came out of his mouth. He was asleep.

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author's note: Since some of you were worried about Charlotte appearance in last chapter, I thought I was going to put an end to your fears right away. As usual I'm curious about your thoughts so feel free to express them whether it's through the comments, the ask box if your too shy or the DMs if you want to talk about the story a bit more. Take care and see you really soon for another update.

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[shsunderland]

Hey! I heard the news about the game! I'm just here to say my thanks, because lord knows this community has been waiting for something new for years now. You tackling an entire game is admirable and I only wish the best of luck for you!

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Anyways, since you wanted plot holes, I'll drop some here for you:

● Dusekkar doesn't know Scriptliss is in his trash can.

● Antagon kinda caused a war and killed someone but only got a month's worth of community service. (I'd either lessen his crimes or actually make him face the consequences)

● While on that topic, how did Antagon even steal the plot book anyway?

● Plus, how did Antagon learn of Scriptliss? And why didn't he do anything with him when he released him in the first place?

● How did Scriptliss end up in the middle of a forest when he got released?

● Tucker doesn't have a reason for why he wants to infiltrate Rozanda's ship.

● Antagon has no established motivation. He also lacks consistency. (Naive enough to not realize he's harming people while simultaneously starting a war to "cut short the supply of able-bodied soldiers...")

● Antagmom doesn't know her son is a war criminal.

● Dusekkar wasn't there for Tess' death and got the news in a random shop. Not a plot hole, just something really weird.

● The inconsistencies of the people who know the sages. ----> Scriptliss knows Lanter is a sage but doesn't know that his best friend, Tess, is a sage. ----> Otempes spontaneously gained the knowledge that the third door shouldn't be opened, and he knows Tess?? ----> The dialogue is weird and made it seem like Dusekkar only knows Lanter is a sage and not the others. Personally, I'd just simplify it so that only the sages know other sages, and maybe Dusekkar knows them all. It makes no sense for Scriptliss to know the sage thing about Lanter after meeting him just once.

● Literally, what is Cogen. Mind reading how??

● The villain's motivation and them not questioning the fact they're working for a child.

● Aristris being down for killing Tretone and not facing jail time for it.

● Tretone died and they turned his dead body into a fucking Christmas tree lol

● Scriptliss performing in a concert shortly after Tess' death. Also... they invited the villains to play as well... They should all be in jail.

That's about all I can think of.

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Also, regarding your theory about Lanter. I think you're pretty spot on! But also, I'd like to think it was a culmination of things that ruined their relationship, maybe something as simple as them having different ideologies and that slowly growing into bigger and bigger disagreements. The dethroning of the old gods was probably the last straw.

I feel that Lanter's thing with Equinox needs a big of tweaking by the way. After all, Lanter denounced Equinox in the same sentence that he said he sided with him. So it would be odd that he'd hate Dusekkar because of Equinox even though he himself doesn't like Equinox either. Hope that makes sense!

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Make the game 2d. That's all I have to say regarding that.

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Sorry for the long message, it took me a bit to get this all down. I hope you have a nice time working on the game, I know these things can be difficult, especially with the source material being as convoluted as it is. Good luck! And stay strong, you have my blessing! 💪

Ohh mmyyyy godd tysm for this message actually Ive been having trouble getting all the plot holes together 🙏 i can’t promise that ill fill spr plot holes bc the game im planning on doing is before spr but ill try to do smth 🫡

Also yeah tackling an entire game is probably an insane idea for me but honestly as someone who has absolutely loved paper roblox ever since 2016 im a bit excited to actually start working on it.

It probably will take me a really long time too (i mean i am asking a family member who is skilled at using blender and roblox studio but still) but ty for the blessings and also the list of plot holes 🙏❤️

[fandomwritingbit]

(gn)employee x william afton

warnings: mature themes. a kind of dom thing (tbh I have no clue what this is lol)

A/N: I’m trying to get through requests at the moment but my life is kicking my arse, so in the meantime a little something

Just as you were about to clock off, you were near devastated when Henry came into your little office and gave you a list of things outside your job role to do.

Go through and take inventory. Manually enter everything into the system. Print of the finished log. It sounds simple and truth be told, it is. But it's a fucking pain in the arse, especially at 10pm. Even more so when it wasn’t even your job really.

But you grit your teeth and bare it, managing to accomplish everything just after midnight. Taking the huge document to Henry’s office for him to approve and file, your mood is further impacted when you realise the fucker had gone home! Leaving you little to no choice but to go to the other owner, Mr Afton.

This man was weird, not just unusual but creepy. He’d make no effort to keep his gaze respectful when talking to anyone, least of all you. God, his eyes lit up when you were in the room with him, hardly admiration for how hard you worked just pure predatory, looking for anything he could get a slight kick out of.

What a joy.

“  

“Uh, Mr Afton?” You say apprehensively, peeking your head out from around the door to his office. If you were being honest, you disliked this man. He’s sleazy, rude and as welcoming as police tape. Seriously, the man had hardly said two words to you since you started 3 months ago. And you were expecting a worse show from him now because of the time.

But here you were, with some paperwork to drop off right before you clock out and get the fuck home.

You heard him sigh as you stepped properly into the room, followed by the sound of his leather chair crinkling as he leant back. Trying to close the door, you forget about the papers you were holding and drop them rather dramatically, a fan in the corner of the room obnoxiously sending them all over.

“Oh for fuck-” you say, a little louder than you’d initially intended. And look to him to see if he was about to bollock you. A small smirk pinched the corner of his mouth, as his eyes watched the last paper fall to the floor before flicking quickly over to you.  

“That’s a lot of pages.” he stated, not even bothering to hide the amusement.

“Yeah, 58, double sided... printer took fuc- ages.” You remember yourself and stop the exasperated profanity, admittedly a little too late. It was just frustration because you couldn’t bring yourself to think about picking them up, least of all with his eyes on you.

“I’ll bet.” He shook his head in what would maybe be considered pity if you squinted... whilst looking at someone else. “Pick them up then.”

“What, sorry?” you say, staring at him with your hands loose by your sides.

“You definitely heard me, sweetheart.” He leant forwards to talk to you as if you were a child. “Get on your knees. And pick them up.” You continue to stare for a second, only jumping into action when he went to push his chair out.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I can do that.” You nod whilst doing as he said, getting on your knees and picking up the ones you can reach. Once you’d got those, you went to stand again, and he rolled his eyes.

“Stay on your knees. Give me a show.” His voice was mean but a quick glance at him showed the smirk behind his hand. And you stare at him near dumbfounded, What the fuck? That wasn’t appropriate. No way you were going to play along. Even though a more twisted part of you wanted to do anything this arsehole said. That was one of your weaknesses, as much as you hated arrogant men, they turned you on just as much.

“Oh but-how do I... they’re over there...” You start, testing the waters of what he was really asking you for. This felt like a bad corporate porno opening and because of that you couldn’t tell if maybe he was taking the piss.

“How very unfortunate.” He shook his head, going through the same thought process, waiting to see how much he could get away with.

You do as told, after scoffing a brief laugh of disbelief. Crawling on your hands and knees over to where each paper was. Unsure if you were doing as he asked for work or your own enjoyment. You continue anyway, very aware of his eyes on you, until you get to the last one, which was beside his desk.

As you go to grab it your boss’s foot catches the end, leaving you to just look up at him with your eyebrows raised. 

“Uh what are you doing?” you ask, leaning back to sit on your feet as being that close was well too much. 

“Having a bit of fun.” He slides the piece of paper closer to you, teasing you to see if you’d take the bait again. 

“At my expense?” Despite your blatantly questioning tone Afton smiles wide, giving you your answer immediately. 

“Humour me, lovely… And I’ll make it worth your while.” You pause, part of you kind of wanted to get out of this man’s reach, but the rest was itching to see how far he’d take this. And you have to say, from this angle he was quite intimidating, scary enough to stir you.

Letting his statement sit for a moment, you finally break the silence. “...Well what exactly are you asking me to do?”

He laughed slightly, that was a good question. What was he asking you to do- he didn’t really know. Sitting around in here all day had made him pitiably bored and that was never a good thing for William Afton. 

“Do what I say.” As he spoke, he leaned down, his huge hand cupping the bottom of your chin, not harsh, but firm. “I promise you won’t regret it.”

[sillygoobermanlol]

MIGUEL X GN VILLAIN SPIDER READER CHAPTER 3: The Storm

One day before the showcase.

you had decided to take it easy for the next few days with the spider man stuff, you wanted to support Miguel as much as you could. He spent a lot of time perfecting his project and what not. He hadn’t actually ran it yet, and said that he would when the time comes. That was enough for you to get this weird feeling in your chest, like when you almost know when something is going to happen. You had already acknowledged your spidey sense but this was different it was more long term, the feeling felt like it was in the back of your head at all times.

Maybe you were just being weird.

Eventually Sunday came around, Miguel had left earlier in order to make sure everything was ready for his guests. It was 3PM, you checked your phone about a million times waiting for the time to go by. You couldn’t just sit here until eight you had to do SOMETHING, so you decided to go out as spider man again and see what crime New York had to offer.

You grabbed your suit which was still in its early stages, it was all black with spider webs sewn into it. you swung out of your window making sure no one saw you. At first the thought of how high up you were terrified you, but with practice it almost felt like you were flying, the city was quiet for the most part or as quiet as New York city could be. You swung around for a bit catching the eyes of citizens as you went from building to building, then something weird happened.

An earth quake? But earth quakes don’t make things glitch.

You lost your balance and ended up on the ground in some ally way, you had definitely bruised something. You got up groaning rubbing your back, you probably should get home before you got yourself killed. Getting up you quickly grab your phone making sure it wasn’t damaged, with a sigh of relief you check the time, it was 6:30. About an hour to go, you decided to call Miguel to make sure he was alright.

he didn’t pick up

You sigh and web to the top of a roof making your way back home. When you got there you shower and get ready, putting on your suit and cleaning yourself up some more. When you check the time it was 7:20, enough time for you to get there by bus.

You walked into the doors of Alchemax, and asked the nearest person where Miguel was, apparently his entire presentation was in a room he never showed you, great. You followed a few people making your way into the nicely decorated room, the first thing you noticed were the huge red curtains covering god knows what.

You looked around until you saw Miguel, he also spotted you, and boy did he look great. He wore a blue suit that sat nicely on his body and hugged him in all the right places, he must’ve been admiring you also because none of you spoke for a good few seconds when he walked up.

Miguel cleared his throat, “You…clean up nice.” he chuckled.

you tilted your head, “What are you trying to say O’hara, I don’t always look nice?” you tease, it’s not like this was his first time seeing you in a suit, you two went to prom together and it’s one of your favorite shared memories. He scoffed at you sarcastically.

“So, everything going well so far?” you say trying to fill in the seconds of silence between you both, you had never in your life felt this nervous around him.

“Everything is perfect,” he says.

After a little more mingling Miguel stood by the podium reading over the words before he finally spoke.

“I’ve gathered all of you here today because I believe I have created something potentially world altering, my studies have caused me to see life in a different way. You see nothing is ever really lost forever,” he paused. “Because somewhere else it also exists.”

he took another pause.

“The multiverse, a theory that’s almost mind twisting. It’s hard to believe yes, that there are countless versions of you in countless worlds.”

A few concerned looks were shared by the guests and you’re sure you heard someone whisper ‘Is this a joke?’, you gulped not really sure how to take the information you were hearing.

“I have created something that has made it possible to make contact with these worlds.” he stopped looking around the room only to see your terrified face, “That’s ridiculous!” someone yelled.

“It’s not. It’s very true and real.” he said standing his ground.

his eyes kept flickering back to yours making sure you were understanding what he was saying. (You weren’t.)

Soon the curtains opened revealing a big machine, there’s no way he could’ve made this thing himself you thought.

“This…this is the collider,” he said. The machine caught the attention of everyone. “I…I just don’t know if its stable. But I know I can stabilize it,” he said with a hint of unsureness in his voice

And with those words some even left, nobody really had a good feeling about it, not even you. His breath got heavier, he was starting to panic, “Please just, listen to me.” he pleaded but nobody really wanted to hear it, this is when you felt the need to intervene. But his next words sent shivers down your spine,

“you’re all fools, all of you. We could have everything thanks to this yet you’re scared of it just because you don’t understand it.” he stepped away to the side, he sounded angry and at this point people were leaving quickly.

You ran to him, his fingers were in his hair and he looked almost broken. “Miguel.” you said but he stopped you, “You probably think I’m crazy too.” he spat, but his voice broke mid sentence.

You had never really seen Miguel cry like this. he covered his face with both of his hands so you wouldn’t see him. He hated feeling so powerless, he hated looking weak in front of you.

“Hey look at me,” you said pulling his hands away from his face. “I don’t think your crazy, this is just…hard to take in.” you said softly.

Before he could respond you felt your spider sense, your stomach felt as if it had sunken to the floor. You turned around to see a man about three times your size, he wore a black suit and a fake smile.

“Miguel? Miguel O’hara?” he said with a tone almost as if he knew Miguel.

“Yes, that’s me.” Miguel responded clearing his throat.

“Your machine, its incredible. I’m Wilson grant, I think your collider could do great things, Miguel.” He said holding out a hand, Miguel shook his hand hesitantly.

“well you’d be the first,” Miguel said.

“I’d like to make an offer with you.”

“And that is…?” Miguel tilted his head.

“I want to buy your collider.” he said, composure friendly yet unsettling. You looked at Miguel and you couldn’t tell what he was thinking.

“No, I’m sorry. My collider isn’t for sale,” Miguel stated firmly,

“I offer you more money then someone your age could ever imagine.” Wilson persuaded, his friendly attitude not being able to keep up for long.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve worked too hard on this,” Miguel said rubbing his nose bridge. “The answers no, Mr. Grant,”

Wilson’s whole demeanor changed, “Well, that’s your choice then.” he huffed, “But you’ll regret it, O’hara.” he smiled once more before turning around and leaving.

“What the hell was that?” you say looking back at Miguel,

“I don’t know,” he sighed. “I just wanna get out of here.” Miguel started to walk away, probably to his lab to collect his things. You stayed where you were a little while longer admiring the machine before you caught up with him.

The two of you waited at the bus stop, it was quiet. The cold wind brushed up against your face, and neither one of you spoke. Miguel was still upset but he kept a stone cold face to hide it but you knew him long enough to know it was bullshit. you needed to talk to him you had so many questions, claiming the existence of the multiverse was crazy. You took a breath before speaking,

“Do you wanna talk about it?” you say softly.

“No.”

“Come on Miguel, really? A lot of shit happened back there.”

He grumbled at your tone.

“Just drop it, alright?” he said bitterly

“If you..” you paused rethinking what you were about to propose, “If you tell me something then I’ll tell you something.” you said hesitantly.

“What do you have to tell me that’s so valuable, huh?” he spat.

“It’s….just. you’re not the only one that’s going though something crazy.” you mumbled.

“Okay then, what do you wanna know?” he sighed.

“How do you know for sure this works, your collider?” you looked up at him.

“I know because I’ve seen it, that earth quake from today was more then just an earth quake.”

“What?” you say trying to process what he said, “Then what was it..?” you question.

“It’s your turn.” he nudged

you sighed not sure if you should say anything about spider man, but you thought it was time he knew.

“That day, at Alchemax…” you pause, the mention of Alchemax got Miguel’s attention, he looked at you with concern.

“When you found me in that weird spider room, I was bitten by one. And like ever since weird shit has been happening.” you explained.

“Weird shit like what..?”

“Like spider man shit.” you whisper.

Miguel took a deep breath, you once again couldn’t tell what was going through his head. “So, you’re..?” he did a gesture with his hands. “Spider man, THE spider man.”

you nodded looking down at the wet pavement. “I wanted to tell you sooner but I didn’t know how-” he cut you off.

“Prove it.” he said,

“Come on really, my word isn’t enough?” you say,

“I believe you, I just want to see.” he says.

You took a deep breath and rolled your eyes at him, taking your hands you shot a web at him. He looked down at his shirt in disbelief, “Holy shit…” he said under his breath.

“So my best friends a super hero..?” he said

“I’m not a super hero, Miguel. I’m just some unlucky fuck that got bit by a spider, and I’m terrified.” you mumble,

“Hey, I’m just glad you told me.” he said softly, It went quiet for a few more seconds.

“I know everything’s all fucked right now. but we’re gonna figure it out, yeah?”

you nod still looking at the ground, “Yeah.”

“Look at me,” he lifted your face up to his. “It’s going to be alright, chico dulce.”

Then Miguel did something he had never done before, he kissed you. You didn’t know how to feel he had been your best friend for years and you haven’t really thought that he might’ve loved you like that? Maybe it was just the adrenaline or maybe instinct but you kissed him back. He started getting touchy you pushed his hands away reminding him that you two were still at the bus stop.

he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry I don’t know what wrong with me.”

You didn’t even know what to say, this was random but you didn’t exactly hate it. Your mind was now super fuzzy.

“mhm, yup.” you stick up a thumb with a dumb smile on your face.

Miguel laughed at you, he had genuinely never seen you so speechless. Maybe he should kiss you more?

The bus came and you immediately entered the bus trying to runaway from the awkwardness of the situation.

The collider was dangerous, but you didn’t know that.

About two weeks went by, and you and Miguel started exploring a more romantic side of your relationship. You two even went on a date, but had no clue what to talk about since you already knew each other so well, Miguel had even started to up it with the pet names, and calling you and handsome and pretty whenever he could, who knew the guy was so lovey? Miguel had also laid back on the collider stuff although he still worked on it, he was sure that the world would come around some day.

It was nice now knowing Miguel knew you were spider man, you didn’t have to hide your abilities from him anymore, he even helped you train even though he was not quiet about how much he disliked you fighting. You were getting praised as spider man, the media just couldn’t shut up about how amazing you were and neither did Miguel.

Miguel still worked at Alchemax, you had no idea how he could still walk into the place after everything that happened but he did, and that just showed how brave he was. He was working on a few gadgets for your suit to make it better, those being a proper web shooter and stun weapons.

One particularly chilly night, while Miguel was working you decided to go out into the city as spider man again. Miguel had designed a radio for you that intercepted with police ones so you’d know if anything was happening, nothing too crazy you thought as you listened on the rooftop of your apartment. Soon you decided to web around, going from building to building looking down at the loud traffic below you.

You found another building to perch on, you sat down criss cross on the edge looking around.

You heard a loud roar, one that might have shaken the streets.

You watched as panic set in on the streets below you, standing up you look around frantically. In the distance you see an orange glow,

it was coming from Alchemax.

You didn’t even think all you did was try to get there as soon as possible.

The building was in flames people pouring out and choking on the thick smoke. You scanned the crowd looking for even a sign of Miguel, but you were interrupted by another ear piercing roar. your head whipped around, you hadn’t seen anything like it and all you could make out of it is the fact that it was big, it stood in the rubble of Alchemax digging like it was looking for something or SOMEONE.

You were frozen you didn’t know what to think or do, this monster could have killed Miguel for all you know. It growled the frustration on it’s face obvious before it flew away.

You saw Miguel. He was limping, he was ALIVE.

you rushed over, and you could see the relief on his face when he saw you too. he looked weak, his hand over his shoulder and broken glasses on his face.

“Miguel!” you scream with panic in your voice, saying his name let smoke fill your lungs.

There was a small distance between you both, you tried to catch your breath but that just let more smoke in, you choke.

there was a loud creek above you both, you immediately look up at Miguel, and before you could react it crushed him.

blood splattered your face, HIS BLOOD.

“M..Miguel?” you say breathily, you didn’t get an answer and you don’t know if you were even expecting one.

You run over and drop to your knees tearing away at the rubble trying to find him, the more you dig the redder your hands get.

At this point you are wailing, unable to process what happened. You can’t even breathe but you don’t care, your mask and the smoke wasn’t helping.

Your spider sense goes off, you don’t even care, all you do is sit there staring at the rubble and the blood that’s peaking from underneath it.

“Spider man?” a familiar voice says behind you, it’s the man from the showcase.

He says your name this time, you still don’t move.

“I can bring him back.” his words ring in your ears

“He’s dead.” you mumble

“Not in another universe he’s not.” you can hear the smirk in his voice, it’s sickening.

You turn to look at him, “What are you talking about.” you spat

He gets down to your level, “You know EXACTLY what I’m talking about.”

[rainbowrocketquotes]

🃏 Guzma?

There are 4 of these in the inbox from different people, y'all really like your Guzma

Giovanni

Guzma invented malicious compliance to this guy. Giovanni had never even heard of the idea until someone explained that was what he was doing. Other than the fact that Guzma doesn't enjoy being bossed around, Guzma doesn't really mind Giovanni. He doesn't spend enough time around him to form an opinion.

Maxie

FIGHTING THE URGE TO PUT THE GAYEST SHIT HERE DIRTSHIPPING NATION RISE

They're pretty good friends. They both have this problem where they need to ask questions until they fully understand something which tends to go with the thing they also have where they will just continue talking until they've said all they can say about something. This is the only "intellectual conversation" he gets, because Cyrus doesn't want to bore him with astrophysics, and he lives for it.

Archie

Guzma thinks Archie is intense, and that's coming from him. When these two get together, it's too chaotic, so everyone works against it. Usually they get into trouble and end up having to call Maxie to bail them out. He also admires Archie's dedication and love for Pokémon.

Cyrus

As I said on Cyrus's they're close friends. Cyrus is Guzma's impulse control and Guzma is Cyrus's introvert control. He thinks Cyrus needs therapy and has tried several ways to get him to go, but it never sticks, so he just does the therapist stuff himself. (He's not good at it.)

Ghetsis

Guzma's reaction every time he hears anything about Ghetsis is instantly "Oh what the fuck is the old man doing now". He's gotta hand it to him, that level of batshit insane has to be hard to achieve. He sees him as the weird rich uncle that shows up to all of the family events fashionably late with the most insane story of what happened to make him late.

Colress

Like Ghetsis, Guzma sees Colress as a weird uncle. He trusts him about as far as he can throw him (Which, admittedly, is fairly far, because Guzma's pretty strong, and Colress is pretty light, but still.) But, Colress is the master enabler, and pretty much lets Guzma do whatever he wants (within fucked up reason) so he can't complain about that.

Lysandre

He finds Lysandre kind of rude. He doesn't really go out of his way to talk to or hang out with him, but will make the effort to include him if he's nearby. He thinks Lysandre is full of himself, but definitely thinks he's brave for speaking his terrible opinions aloud in a group full of people who aren't afraid to kill you if you annoy them.

Lusamine

He doesn't like her very much, obviously. Ideally, he'd kidnap her kids and move across the globe so that they had a better life. Realistically, he shows up at random times to give Gladion and Lillie decent life lessons and morally questionable skills. He sees her more as like a roadblock, like your ex wife who took the kids and then moved to Montana on a no contact order she had filed by the lawyer she's having an affair with.