#I realize he is made to look like the puppet Near had of him but this looks soooo goofy

[artificialflav]

L Death Note - Finger Puppet Plush

[multi-fandom-imagine]

could I request one where reader tells Fred that she's pregnant and he gets a bit overprotective of her?

A/n: DAD!FRED

You’d been trying to find the right moment to tell Fred all day, but as usual, the Weasley twins had been busy causing mayhem in the shop. Every time you thought you had a second alone with him, someone would burst in needing something.

Finally, after the last customer left and George conveniently decided to “check inventory” in the back (which you highly suspected was his way of giving you privacy), you took a deep breath and turned to Fred.

“Fred,” you started, trying to steady your nerves.

He grinned, draping an arm around you. “Yes, love? What can I do for you? Want me to prank Percy again? Because I’d be delighted.”

You laughed but shook your head. “No, it’s… something else.”

Something about your tone made him sober up instantly. His playful smirk faded into concern, his eyes scanning your face. “You alright?”

You reached for his hand, squeezing it. “Yeah, I’m fine. Actually… I’m better than fine.” You took a deep breath and finally said the words. “I’m pregnant.”

For a moment, Fred just stared at you. His mouth opened, then closed, then opened again. It was like watching a broken puppet try to function.

“You’re… what?” he asked, voice higher than usual, your once confidant husband looked like he was hit with a Bludger. The man who survived the Battle of Hogwarts looked like he was two seconds away from keeling over.

You laughed softly, nodding. “Pregnant, Freddie.”

A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face, but then—just as quickly—it shifted into something else. His hands suddenly hovered near you like he wasn’t sure if he should touch you.

“Merlin’s beard—okay, okay, sit down. You should be sitting.”

“Fred—”

“No, no, no, I mean it,” he said, ushering you toward the nearest chair. “You should be resting. Are you tired? You must be tired. You’re making a baby, that’s got to be exhausting....I... oh god." Fred gripped his hair now realizing how tired he must have made you.

You rolled your eyes as he kneeled in front of you, looking you over like you might break at any second.

“Fred, I’m fine.”

“Well, you won’t be if you keep standing around like that!” he insisted. “We need to get you something to eat. You’re eating properly, right? Oh, I need to tell Mum. She’ll know what to do. And Healer appointments—do we need to make one? When do we make one? You need to sit! Why are you standing! You shouldn't be standing."

You burst out laughing. “Fred, breathe!”

He sucked in a deep breath, exhaling slowly, but his eyes were still filled with excitement and overwhelming concern. “Okay. Right. I’m breathing. I’m calm.” He took another breath and then suddenly turned toward the back of the shop.

“OI GEORGE! SHE’S PREGNANT!”

You groaned, covering your face as George came running in, eyes wide. “Blimey, really?” He grinned at you before turning to Fred. “And you didn’t pass out? Proud of you, mate.”

Fred glared at his twin before turning back to you. “I swear, love, I’m going to take the best care of you. No heavy lifting, no stress, no....no nothing..but pure relaxation."

You sighed, already knowing that Fred was about to become the most overprotective man in existence. But as he kissed your forehead and pressed a hand gently against your stomach, his wide-eyed awe and love made your heart melt. A nervous smile on his lips as his he held you close, the man now guiding you to the back of the store to sit down.

Overprotective? Yes. But the love of your life was also about to be the best dad in the world.

[fatuismooches]

a lesson in the heart.

an alternate ending to lesson 10, in which you never “d̷͉̅͆į̷̩̀͋e̷̛̲͂d̷̢͒͊?”  and never reincarnated.

Today, you were getting married to Kabukimono! It was bound to be such a joyous and blessed day! Yes, indeed the puppet had proposed to you (with the help of Niwa and Katsuragi) many months ago out of nowhere. You had no clue that he was planning such a grand thing, and to think it went unnoticed by you! You actually had to applaud him for managing to keep a secret for so long.

Kabukimono had taken great care to plan the surprise. Food that he had made all by himself without your knowledge (no wonder he had so many small cuts on his fingers!) Scoping out many beautiful places near Tatarasuna, mulling over which one was the prettiest and best for the proposal. Fretting to Niwa and the others about what he should say and them reassuring him every five minutes that everything was going to be fine. To think that your Kabukimono had matured so much was quite endearing.

When he woke you up one morning, lavishing your body in kisses, you sleepily thought nothing of it. Of course, waking each other up with soft kisses was a routine for both of you. But you knew something was up when Kabukimono refused to let you get out of bed, begging for you to relax and “let him take care of you.” You were a bit confused at this turn of events, as today was not your birthday or anniversary, or anything special that you could think of… were you forgetting something? Nevertheless, you were greatly pleased by Kabukimono’s improved skills in the kitchen. The breakfast he made was quite delicious.

He then carefully bathed your body, lovingly running his hands over you, a wide grin on his face. Okay, now you knew something was up because Kabukimono was never one who could contain his excitement easily. He kind of gave it away, but you still didn’t know what he was thinking of.

“Alright love, when are you gonna tell me what’s got you so pleased this morning?” The puppet jumped at your question. He didn’t realize he was showing his emotions so clearly. Oops. But you still had no clue about his surprise! He would just go along with you right now.

“You’ll see, [Name],” he hummed, “It’s very important and special.” You raised an eyebrow at this. His vague words only served to rile your curiosity even more. After, he ushered you to your closet and told you to get ready before he left swiftly. Huh. Today really seemed like it would be quite interesting. You decided to dress up a bit more than usual, nothing too plain, nothing too fancy either.

It was only more surprising when Kabukimono was waiting for you at the door, a basket of food and a blanket in his hands. You wondered, where did he get all this food fr- Ah, Niwa’s figure quickly scurrying away was your answer. So he was in on whatever this was too… 

Kabukimono’s breath was taken away from how lovely you looked right now. His (hopefully) soon-to-be spouse. The thing about Kabukimono was that he didn’t even need to speak for you to feel adored. His wide and in-awed eyes told everything you needed to know as you scratched your head shyly. The eccentric then grabbed your hand and led you to the spot he had chosen, and you two made conversation on the way. Laughs and chatter filled the air.

The place he had chosen was breathtaking. You didn’t know how he had managed to find somewhere so pretty, but you loved it. And the food was incredibly tasty, all made by your lover himself. He blushed as you couldn’t stop the praises from leaving your mouth. You two spent hours like that, the day dwindling away until it was time to go back. But towards the end, Kabukimono seemed nervous about something, picking at his clothes and biting his lip nervously, his legs seemingly frozen in place.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Kabukimono’s eyes flickered toward yours and then back to the ground. 

“[Name], I… I have something to tell you.” A wave of uneasiness overcame you. Was he okay? Was he hurt? Did anything bad happen?

“I’m listening,” you offered your full attention. He balled his fists and then released them, taking in a deep breath, resolution then flowing into his body.

“[Name], you… changed my life forever. When I was abandoned, I believed that I was worthless and that I was not useful to anyone. I thought I would be scorned and forced to be by myself forever. But you… you changed my fate. You taught me so many things no one else could, and most importantly, I learned… love. I never thought I could love or be loved. But you love me so unconditionally, and I can’t help but love you even more. You’re the one who taught me these emotions, these feelings. I love you, [Name],” Kabukimono devotedly stated. You were speechless. He then fumbled for something in his pocket but you couldn’t catch a glimpse of what it was.

“Every day we’ve been together is a day I’ve felt so happy, and…” Kabukimono gulped, building up his courage, “And I would like to ask… would you let me make all of your days happy too?” Kabukimono went down on one knee and opened the ring box, revealing a ring. The band was a very simple one, one like most of the couples around here wore. It was all he could afford, after all, they were in the simple village of Tatarasuna. But that didn’t matter to either of you. It was still so beautiful, you thought as you stared at it unmoving. 

Kabukimono had initially taken your shocked silence as a no and began to worry and backtrack his words, before you snapped out of your daze and tackled him, sending both of your bodies to the ground. Before your fiancé could speak again, you pressed your lips onto his which he muffingly spoke against, and then realizing what was happening, kissed back.

“Oh, of course Kabukimono! Of course I’ll marry you!” You vehemently declared, peppering his face in kisses. Kabukimono had to bite his lip to stop himself from smiling too much, for his mouth already hurt from the excessive smiling and laughter. When he slipped the ring onto your finger, you never felt happier.

It seemed like the entire village knew of the plan except you because when you returned, everyone was there waiting and then cheered at the sight of the engagement rings on your and Kabukimono’s fingers. It was embarrassing… but very sweet.

Both of you were home, and nothing could change that.

—

All the villagers had joined together to help with the wedding preparations. Weddings were a sacred event for them, especially the union between their beloved puppet and you! It was a very busy time and it took lots of effort, but eventually, everything was prepared. The venue, which was of course the humble village, was decked out in lovely decorations. Tons of delicious food were prepared, and many outfits were created for the ceremony. The day of the wedding itself was beautiful, and the wind gently caressed you and Kabukimono as you two stood at the altar, reciting your vows to each other and swearing to be intertwined with each other for eternity.

As he slipped the wedding ring onto your finger, you realized your ring had the letter “K” engraved onto it for Kabukimono. Your soon-to-be husband’s ring had your initial carved into it as well. It was so… romantic, and suddenly all the emotions hit you at once as you began crying. Kabukimono understandably started panicking as well and began a barrage of questions, begging you to tell him what was wrong, to which you could only reply with the fact that you loved him so much. This only served to make your newly wedded husband start crying himself, and both of you cried in front of the whole audience. The whole village could not help but laugh at the sight and comfort the new sobbing couple. What a display of true love.

The rest of the night was one of pure joy. Dancing, partying, eating, drinking, typical wedding stuff. You made sure Kabukimono took part in everything, after all, this was a once-in-a-lifetime event! The fun still went on until late at night, but you two had slipped out of there for a bit for some alone time, as Kabukimono had one last gift for you. He was finally ready to perform the sword dance for you after the wedding. It was nothing short of ethereal. He was elegant, the moves flowing so smoothly it was hard to describe. Long hair swaying with every moment, complete calmness on his face. Not making a single mistake as you face in awe.

“Beautiful,” you murmured. “That was amazing, Kabukimono,” you could not put how you truly felt into words, but you hoped your feeling reached him anyway. Your husband smiled before he came and sat next to you, wrapping his arm around you.

“Not more than you,” he giggled before pressing a quick kiss to your cheek. You laughed with him.

“Am I going to be showered with such compliments every day now?”

“Niwa says it’s critical for spouses to verbally communicate for a good and long relationship. I’m just communicating how much I love you,” Kabukimono stated simply, only making you chuckle more. You silently thanked Niwa before you locked lips with your husband.

“Promise to never leave me, Kabukimono?”

“I’ll never leave you, [Name]! I’ll be by your side forever.” You grinned and buried your head in his chest, wedding rings glinting in the moonlight. Kabukimono smiled even wider, his heart at peace.

“Then we’ll have to start planning our honeymoon, hmm?”

“Of course. We’ll spend the rest of our lives together, [Name].”

… Because in a dream, anything is possible.

—

“What do you mean he won’t wake up?” A worried, high-pitched voice echoed throughout the room.

“It means exactly that Paimon. Wanderer won’t wake up,” Nahida’s voice replied solemnly. The Traveler and Paimon stood next to the young God with confused expressions. “It seems that he is stuck in a dream.”

“Stuck in a dream? But… can’t you just enter his dream with your powers like we did last time? And then we could wake him up?

“I’ve already tried that, multiple times in fact. But, no matter how much I try… every part of his existence is rejecting me from entering with all the strength he has. And if I try to force myself in with greater power, I don’t know what the consequences could be…”

“Is that even possible? That doesn’t sound real to Paimon!”

“Dreams are powerful and mysterious things. Even I cannot understand them to the fullest extent.”

“But Paimon doesn’t understand… how did this happen in the first place? Why would he wanna be in a dream anyway?

“His past. Or rather, a particular person from his past.”

“Paimon thought he moved on from his past though?”

“He did for the most part, but… it seems that losing his first and last love at such a tender point in his life had far more of an impact than I initially thought. Wanderer only opened up to me about [Name] a few times…” The Archon trailed off, clearly troubled by her thoughts.

“[Name]... Paimon remembers them from when we looked at Wanderer’s memories together!” The Traveler nodded in agreement. “They did seem really important to him, but Paimon didn’t think he’d go to this length for [Name].”

“He’s already tried to end himself by deleting his existence from the world, but… I never could have expected this. I didn’t know he’d have such a hard time coping with the fact that [Name] will remain dead for all of eternity… This is my fault. I should have been more observant,” Nahida sighed as she placed a tiny hand on her forehead. “I’m going to continue trying… but I don’t think it’ll be easy. After all, I’ve never encountered a situation like this.”

“What do you think, Nahida? Do you think he’ll snap out of it?”

“Unfortunately, as much as I wish he would… I think I already know what his choice is, Paimon.”

The human heart. It will never be truly understood, not even by the best of scholars. It is unpredictable, and there’s no telling what it could drive one to do or feel. Even the ones who vehemently deny the presence of a heart cannot help but succumb to their heart’s desires from time to time. The puppet is no different.

Could this be considered a happy ending?

That’s for you to decide.

lesson 1. lesson 2. lesson 3. lesson 4. lesson 5. lesson 6. lesson 7. lesson 8. lesson 9. lesson 10. bonus lesson.

[oflorelei]

My Problem is:

That it's a let down. Listen I am not mad or horrible dissapointed over that Radahn is there (although sigh i wished we would have gotten that Age of Abundance/Compassion man). I am not mad that he is apparently a puppets and that miquella is apparently the villain from the shadows. I'm mad that they hyped this DLC up so hard, using Miquella's character, which they know to be shrouded in mystery and HYPE, made it appear that we may have the chance to join him/get betrayed by him, made people belief he SPECIFALLY seeks out the tarnished or multiple tarnished at once (to help him?)- that he is the central figure of this DLC when he is not. And thats not an underestimation.

Miquella, most fearsome of the Empyreans, the 'father' of the Halligtree, beloved by near all, who "[...]wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. (There is nothing more terrifying.)" - does not even have his own bossfight.

No, he is basically just a cape for a boss we already fought to a DLC that costs 40€. He is in the promotion arc, he is said to be a central figure, he is said to be the fearsome empyrean of all. One thing he isnt? Apparently worth the time of day.

I am ok with Miquella being turned into a villain, I am not ok with Miquella being turned into a joke.

There were so so many roads they could have taken with him, he was PROMISING in every regard.

Want to make him a Villain? Fine the reason can be:

=> Manipulation/Enchanting for people to love him (to ensure someone will always look out for him)

-not absolutely evil per say- and it makes sense that someone who is stuck in the body of a child might want to count on many people rather then one person to protect them = it is his weapon to wield affection

- still takes away free will, even consent to some degree

=> Formless mothers influence

- do i even need to explain this one lmao

- already thousands of theories before this DLC thought that miquella might have been negatively influenced by her- especially when so many things in this Game revolve around blood and the power of it

=> "for the greater good" ahh ending

- 'the means justify the end' mentality (maybe even allign with the manipulation and enchanting)

-would be a similar situation to ranni and could mirror it- not the best but also not horrible

=> St. Trina is Miquella's Radagon

- Miquella splitting slowly with the golden order & turning his back to the easier path & planning behind the shadows to change how Things have been? Yeah maybe St. Trina could have been to Miquella what Radagon was to Marika (a guard dog, keeping her checked (sry but i genuinely believe Radagon returned bc Marika started to stray)).

-could also have explored how marika had to deal with it & her relationship to her other self => player could maybe decide who they wished to serve

=> the curse drives mad

- being stuck in the body of a child when you are a grown adult mentally is pure eldritch horror imo, it is not only physically but chances are high it could cause deeper psychological issues

- when grief drove marika mad it can drive miquella mad to that despite everything he does, being so prodigal, does not help and helplessness of it all too

- bc no one can help and no one can understand him

- he is stuck in a body that is his, and yet its the body of a past him, something he should have outgrown, something that belongs to the past- and (IMO) he can not fight truly in his body, not even to defend himself- having to constantly rely on people for your protection when you are an incredible independent creature? Horrible

- while not the most climatic- would it be truly unthinkable that miquella maybe just..gave up? That it drove him mad with grief to realize he spends his life searching for a cure that might not even exist?

- again thats more then a 'what if' then realistic like the rest of the list but i just love the horror adult mind child body

Want to make him a good guy? Fine the reason can be:

=> He is described so. He knew that he would be the next god & took responsibility.

- Miquella created the Haligtree, feed by his OWN blood (which takes far longer and more energy then just using bodies) or all that are rejected by the golden order, he is compassionate & kind. He is protective and by gods above he does want to help, he does break away from the golden order when he realizes they are not what they seem

-With ranni not wanting to become the successor and Malenia cursed with the rot it only leaves Miquella open, he would have been aware of it

- He is already a 'big' brother, caring for malenia, caring for all who were considered Misfits such as the Albinauric & Misbegotten, providing a sanctuary and hope

- Miquella is described as kind, as compassionate someone who basically does wish to bring a change and is ready to self sacrifice for the better

There are many more but guys im so so tired and need to nap. In short: its incredible to me how you can make a Character that had potential for all possible sides (good, evil, inbetween) so bland, his arc and journey feel like white toastbread, his relationship to his beloved sister malenia seems fake, he doesnt appear to be an adult trapped in a body of a child but as simply put an idiot who is all about "me me me me" & then doesnt even get a bossfight.

Im not mad it was written, i am made there was zero thought or reasoning put behind it, when there were so so many options to make it good. Its sorta fascinating that somehow no one likes this ending, not the Radahn Fans, Nor the Miquella or Malenia Fans..idk man. Having feelings about this.

Also im really bummed we didnt get a cutscene were the tarnished touches Miquella's arm to travel like- man.

Also sorry for the grammar/spelling or maybe even logic errors i just needed to vent ngl

[aimless-imagines-for-fun]

Tutor Rewards

Pairing :: Chad Radwell x Fem!Reader

Warnings :: 18+ Content, NSFW/SMUT, dub-con?(sex is the only thing that motivates this man), oral(m), implied cheating(never addresses that he's dating Channel at the time)

Word Count ::  1,945

Summary :: As Chad's tutor, you quickly figured out only one thing that motivates him to study: sex. He did well on a practice exam and you give him a reward.

A/N :: I KNOW GLEN POWELL HAS SO MANY OTHER CHARACTERS THAT ARE MORALLY BETTER THAN CHAD BUT he's an idiot and my first introduction to Glen and now whenever I see him in any movie I go "Look at Chad go."

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The tapping of Chad's foot and the scribbling of your pen were the only noises in your dorm room. The star jock of the campus sat nervously a good three feet away from your desk, waiting for you to finish reviewing the practice exam he had taken. God, he was hoping he got every question right that way he could get his reward: fucking you.

-

You were his private– and secret– tutor. An arrangement was created by your biological anthropology professor who promised you extra credit in this class and another class of his you were taking. Your professor told you that Chad needed to raise his D+ to a C- and you'd be golden. The assignment felt easy enough until you started studying with the broad-shouldered stud. After one review, you were honestly surprised he even managed to pass his high school biology classes.

At first, you noticed he was less than enthusiastic about studying, something he rarely did apparently. He even offered to pay you to do all his homework– a suggestion you seriously considered before realizing that no matter how well you did on the assignments he'd flunk the exams, thus tanking his grade again. You tried various studying techniques: crash course videos, flashcards, jeopardy-style quizzes, hell, you even put on a paper puppet show(which surprisingly was the most successful at retaining his attention).

You were damn near ready to give up until you noticed some odd behavior from him one session.

It was a particularly warm day and the library's AC was busted, so you were wearing a spaghetti strap sundress that was a bit tight around the chest. While trying to explain the difference between various hominid skulls, you noticed he was carefully observing the photos you had, like he was paying attention. Which was odd because he never paid attention.

When you asked him to point out which skill was which species based on the teeth, you were surprised he guessed all of them correctly. Naturally, you asked him what was so different about today's session than all the others.

His answer both surprised you and grew your resentment towards him.

“Probably because when you held the pictures up you looked topless, so I was imagining what you looked like behind the photos.”

You felt your brain short-circuit for a moment before throwing all the materials you had at him in a fit of frustration before storming off. Of course, his sexualizing you is what made him pay attention to what you were saying.

God, he's such a pig it's not fair he's so damn handsome, you thought 

Naturally, not wanting to fail the class, he chased after you and begged you to continue tutoring him.

“(Y/N), I need your help passing this class. If I fail I- I don't know what I'm going to do!”

“I'm not some object you can ogle at, Chad!’

“Come on! I can't help it! I had no clue you were kinda hot under all those baggy librarian cardigans.”

“‘Kinda hot’?!” Your anger was rising, and he could tell. Not only was he objectifying you, but now he had just insulted your sense of fashion.

“My bad- I shouldn't have chosen those words to say! I'm sorry!” He grabbed your hand in desperation. “Please… I need your help…”

He gave you a puppy dog pout, one that was nearly impossible to refuse. You groaned, tanking your hand away.

“You're paying me if I do this because extra credit is NOT enough.”

“Of course! Whatever you want, just name your price!”

“And we're going to have to start having study sessions at my dorm instead now.”

He cocked his head. “How come?”

You turn away, embarrassed about the reason you were going to give. “That way I can get you to pay attention.”

Chad was dumb, but he wasn't that dumb. He knew what you meant and his dick twitched. He was so sure he had seen a porn that went like this before.

Sadly for him, you genuinely meant to help him learn and had him work. Granted, you were always in a tight-fitted shirt without a bra and a short skirt, but you never let him touch you. You made it very clear, you wouldn't be fucking him– which he did try to negotiate for after getting his first B- on a pop quiz.

Eventually, his attention started to slip nearing the end of the semester. Apparently, he was losing interest in just having to imagine what you'd look like naked all the time. He needed more stimulus to pay attention.

After a lengthy debate– one he was oddly well prepared for– you both agreed you would touch him to get him to focus. You wouldn't touch him underneath his clothes, only over, and he was still not allowed to touch you. You were also getting a boost in what he was paying you.

First, it started with some gentle circling of your hands around his shoulders. Then, some rubbing of his biceps or chest, eventually moving down to his thigh. You could see a small mound forming in his crotch, though refused to touch it.

It was only when one particularly frustrating study session did you put your hand there. He was tired from practice, which would've been fine except for the fact you had a quiz the next day.

You meant to grab and squeeze his thigh to wake him up, instead of grabbing his dick. It worked though, the drowsiness immediately exiting his body and his focus all on you. You didn't want to show him how embarrassed you were, so you looked away in shame with your hand still holding his growing erection and had him memorize the key terms for the chapter you were in. With each word he correctly told you the definition of, you stroked him through his pants.

You refused to make eye contact the entire time, but he was a-okay with that since your shyness made it all the more hot for him.

This method was very useful when it came to getting Chad to memorize key terms, though it always left him wanting more. So much so, that he memorized all the key terms in the textbook in hopes of getting enough strokes he'd be able to cum. You had to admit, watching how desperate he was to cum just from some hand action over the clothes turned you on. Plus, you were majorly impressed with how much getting laid seemed to motivate the guy.

So, knowing how much of a fiend he was for sex, you promised him that if he managed to get every question right on the final exam you’d sleep with him.

-

Currently, you were grading the test exam the professor handed out. Chad was getting about every eight questions wrong, worrying you slightly that you might have to sleep with him. You only made the deal partly because you didn’t think it would happen. With a score of 83/100, you almost debated sabotaging him a bit. You put down your red

“Nice, does this mean we’re finally fucking?”

“I told you I’d only do that if you got a perfect score on the final exam. Now shut up, or else I'm not rewarding you by sucking your dick anymore, Chad.”

“Understood,” He said with a shit-eating grin.

He got comfortable fast, spreading his legs wide open to give you plenty of room. You sink between his legs, a heat rising to your cheeks and between your thighs. You pulled out his rock-hard erection, not surprised in the slightest that even his penis looked good– of course, Chad Radwell didn't have any physical flaws. He was slightly longer than average(or at least what you were used to), a good girth, and a few veins already popped though.

You opened your mouth up wide and took in his tip, earning a pleased hum when you swirl your tongue around, going down further as you did.

“Shit, did you practice before?” He teased.

You glared, taking in more but still unable to get his full length in your mouth. You began bobbing your head quickly, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible. As the droll started to spill out from the sides of your mouth, you noticed the veins on his forearms begin to flex.

“Shit, wait-!” He nearly shouted, hands jumping to your hair and yanking you still.

You whined, wanting to pull away and yell at him for pulling your hair, but his grip remained firm, keeping you in place. You stared up at him, waiting for him to explain himself.

“I wanna enjoy this, not get rushed to cum. This is a reward isn't it?”

He began to guide your head at a much slower pace. When he brought you down, his hips inched up, pushing more of his length down your throat. Unused to taking more down your throat, your eyes started to water as you had to fight your gag reflex. He repeated this until he managed to get his dick down your throat and your face was practically against his pelvis.

Instinctively, your body grew hot. You cursed the wetness that was forming on your panties right now.

“Fuck yes,” He groaned out. He grinned down at you, admiring your crying eyes and full mouth. “You know (Y/N),  you might even be hotter than Channel when you're not saying anything and just sucking dick.”

Unable to reply verbally, you lifted your middle finger. A part of you wanted to bite down on him and wipe the smug grin off his face, but another part of you had to admit it felt so good having him borderline face fuck you right now.

He picked up the speed a bit, though he didn't go as far down when he did. He was enjoying the view, yet he desperately wanted to cum. He just wasn't sure if he wanted to finish in your mouth or on your face. With the tension growing in his lower abdomen, he knew he had to make a choice and soon.

You were also aware of his readiness to cum. His guiding was getting sloppy and his hands were gripping your hair tighter. 

Realizing you'd be upset if you had to get semen out of your hair, he decided to finish in your mouth. So, he pulled your mouth off, only giving you a brief moment to gasp before standing and ramming his cock back in. He held your head in place as he thrusted into your mouth repeatedly. Your hands reached up, grabbing onto his forearms as you moaned around him.

With a few long strokes, his dick began to twitch, and hit spurts of cum poured down your throat. He held you close, making sure you swallowed every drop. You could feel him throbbing in your mouth until he eventually stopped and pulled himself out. You coughed a bit, and when he released your hair you slumped forward, your hands helping you remain up.

“I can’t…believe…you just…throat fucked me…asshole,” You said between pants.

“Like I said, it was a reward. I deserved to enjoy it.”

Begrudgingly, you took his hand when he offered to help you up. He was still beaming with joy, and your heart sank at his next sentence:

“Don’t make any plans for the 15th. I plan on making the most of my reward again,” and with a wink he left.

The 15th was the day your professor would release the scores for the final exam and possibly the day you had to have sex with that handsome idiot.

[blessedbyahuntress]

Blessed by a Trickster

Chapter Eleven: HeR vOiCe- Yeah, I'll Shut Up Now

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A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait guys! I was staring at this song's lyrics for, like, and hour.

Warnings: Not really a warning, but I switched around so many of this song's lyrics and cut them off and- I just wouldn't really recommend listening to it? But it's your choice.

Word Count: 1.7k

Listen to: Puppeteer

It had been three long nights since your last training session with Hermes. You thought about this as your feet hit the sand of a beautiful beach, next to Eurylochus. 

Eurylochus. He was acting odd. He was more stiff when he talked to you, and you didn’t like this development at all. No, he wasn’t becoming distant, just harder to talk to.

You came up behind him, resting a hand on his shoulder, even if he was so tall, you had to stand on your tiptoes to achieve this. He turned his head slowly, freezing when his eyes met yours. You gently removed your hand, but didn’t step away. “What’s wrong?” You asked.

And there. The moment was broken. Eurylochus averted his gaze, the barest of blush on his cheeks. “Tell you later,” he promised before heading in Odysseus’s direction.

You watched him go for a while, debating whether to go find Polites or go after Eurylochus. Your feet seemed to choose for you, walking after your friend before your brain even registered what was happening.

“Captain,” you heard when you neared. “I have something that I must confess. Something that I must get off my chest.” You slowed a bit, ears perked to listen for more. “Until it is said I cannot rest.”

There was a long beat of silence, and you chose to walk over then. Neither of the men seemed to realize you were there, or at least they never acknowledged you.

“Captain?” Eurylochus asked. 

“Eurylochus, Y/N, go make sure this island is secure,” Odysseus ordered. 

“But captain-” You cut Eurylochus off with a swift jap with your elbow to his ribcage. 

“There’s only so much left we can endure.” You nodded in agreement to Odysseus’s words. The captain turned away, satisfied that you would get Eurylochus to follow through with the order. “Whatever you need to say can wait some more. Of that I’m sure.”

Eurylochus looked down to his shuffling feet and sighed in resignation. “Okay,” he relented, signaling for you and four other men to follow him into the forest.

You skillfully maneuvered through the tangles of vines and trees, following Eurylochus as he ambled ahead.

“Now is later,” you said, forcing your legs to walk faster to meet the pace of his longer ones.

“What?” Eurylochus asked, stopping for a moment out of confusion. 

You rolled your eyes. You hadn’t slowed a bit, and Eurylochus jogged to catch up with you. When he did, you poked him hard in the side, the vulnerable part of his body, though he’d never admit it with anything more than a yelp. “You said you’d tell me what was wrong later, ya imbecile,” you teased. “Now is later.”

Eurylochus gave you a small smile, eyes softening as his gaze met your burning one.

But then his eyes flicked back to the path in front of you and he froze, causing you to as well.

You looked up at Eurylochus’s wide eyed gaze and then followed it. What you saw made you gasp.

The entrance to an extravagant palace. Pink-gold walls glinted in the sunlight, nearly blinding you. Yet you couldn’t take your eyes off. The castle had so many gardens and glass domes displayed, cherry blossoms and lavenders tinting the air with their sweet smell. You caught yourself wondering who could afford this show of wealth; more gold shimmered than you had ever seen in Odysseus’s palace in Ithaca, nor in Sparta or Troy.

You didn’t have to wonder long, because the huge doors were flung open to reveal the most beautiful woman you’d ever seen.

In her brown hair were daisies and other flowers, woven into her braid. Her chiton was a brilliant white, the kind of chiton you hadn’t worn in ten years. 

“Come inside,” the woman said. You could practically feel your comrades drooling at the words. Everyone took a step forward except for you and Eurylochus.

“No,” you ordered firmly, placing a fist in your palm. 

A man to your right scoffed. “You can’t expect us to say no.” Another step forward in unison. 

The woman wasn’t waiting for an answer. She turned and marched back through the grand doors, and to your dismay everyone except you and Eurylochus followed.

“Welcome to the best part of your lives,” her voice still echoed, and you felt like you should be able to place why it sounded so familiar. “Go ahead and rest wherever you like.”

“Eurylochus,” you breathed. “I have to see what’s going on.” You pointed to a window much taller than you, but low enough that you could probably see through if Eurylochus helped. “Boost me?”

He gave you a quick nod, while the woman’s voice could still be heard. “I’ve got you. Don’t worry, Circe’s got you now.” 

You clambered up Eurylochus’s back, securing yourself in a comfortable position- at least comfortable for you; Your legs were wrapped around his neck, but he would never admit the slight pain your armor inflected to his skin. No, he would rather die than say that to your face.

“Take a seat,” you could hear. You gently put your hands on the windowsill and peeked inside. 

The woman was serving all of the men- your comrades. You could see forms of what looked to be nymphs in one doorway, but of course the numbskulls didn’t notice them.

“Let me bring you all something to eat,” she said. You were almost positive that if there wasn’t glass in between you and her, you would have grabbed one of those juicy chicken legs and swallowed it whole. 

“I bet you’re tired from the years spent on your fleet.” You felt Eurylochus tense beneath you, and your own hands curled into even tighter fists. How could she know about that? “I’ve got you. Don’t worry, Circe’s got you now.”

You watched as the men who had eaten grew snouts and tails. Circe. It came to you just then, just as Circe was saying, “think of your past. And your mistakes. They’ll be the last mistakes you make.”

You pushed your hands away from the window, glancing down at Eurylochus. “We need to get out of here,” you said, panic leaking into your voice. “Now!”

Eurylochus didn’t waste one second, bringing his hands up to disentangle you and set you back on the ground. He didn’t ask questions, which you appreciated, because you would’ve had to panic even more. He simply dragged you back into the forest, hand gripped firmly around your forearm.

“I’ve got all the power, yeah, I got all the power.” Circe’s voice seemed to be following you, as if the sound itself knew you were there. “No, I’m not a player, I'm a puppeteer. No, I don’t play, I puppeteer.”

The two of you burst onto the beach, causing heads to turn towards you. You ignored all of them except for one. 

Odysseus rushed over to you, hand gripped on the hilt of his sword, Polites close behind. 

“Eurylochus, Y/N, back so soon?” Odysseus asked, tilting his head. “Where’s the rest of your crew?”

Polites stepped closer, peering at you over his glasses. He grabbed your shoulders and held you at arm length as he continued to study your face. “By the gods, what happened to you?”

Eurylochus took a step toward the captain, hands spread as he explained, “we came across a palace. Inside we heard a voice. It seemed to show no malice. To greet it was our choice. But nothing could prepare us for the power that awaited inside.”

“What did this palace hide?” Odysseus questioned, intrigued. 

You decided to take it from here, as Eurylochus had not seen what had been going on inside. You slid away from Polites’s grasp and started pacing. “Sir,” you began. “Since we left home we’ve faced a variety of foes from a wide range of places.” You counted on your fingers. “Gods, monsters, you know the roster! Hostile creatures that we could resist. But this was a hell of a twist!” You jabbed a thumb in Eurylochus’s direction as you spoke, “‘cause they are weak to a power like this!”

“What was it?” Odysseus demanded. 

“A woman,” you deadpanned.

“What?”

“She had us in just two words,” Eurylochus added while you mimicked Circe’s, “come inside.”

“Damn,” Odysseus said, and you knew instantly that he’d forgive whoever went in after the woman.

“Only we stayed outside, but the rest went in!” Eurylochus stated. 

“By the time they ate, it was far too late,” you reported, taking up the story again. “For inside the meal, she had cast a spell. They began to squeal, and grow snouts and tails. She changed them!”

“They transformed.” Your voice was beginning to get shaky, and you steeled yourself. “And it wasn’t quick. She turned our men, from men to pigs!” 

“We have to go save them,” Odysseus said, taking a few steps toward the forest before he was cut off by Eurylochus. 

“No, we don’t!” The second in command cried. He took a deep breath, regaining his composure. He swept his hand in the direction of the rest of the bustling crew. “Look at all we’ve lost and all we’ve learned. Every single cost is so much more than what we’ve earned. Think of all the men we have left, before there are none. Let’s just cut our losses, you and I, and let’s run.”

You stepped forward, a bit of anger boiling to the surface as you glared at Eurylochus. “Of course we’d like to leave now. Of course we’d like to run!” You raised your voice in the last sentence, purely on accident. You lowered your head a bit, ashamed of yourself. Only a captain was allowed to speak to a second in command like you were. 

You felt a hand on your shoulder and you turned your head slightly, your eyes meeting Polites’s own, kind ones. 

“But I can hardly sleep now, knowing everything we’ve done,” your friend agreed, staring down Eurylochus with the same intensity you had had about five seconds ago. 

“There’s no length I wouldn’t go, if it was you I had to save,” Odysseus spoke from right next to you, and you jumped. “I can only hope you’d do the same.”

You all looked to Odysseus, waiting for his decision. 

“Y/N, come with me. We’ll go find this witch.” He spat the word out like they tasted vile on his tongue as he marched into the thick forest.

Eurylochus sighed and looked down. You rested a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“We’ll be okay,” you said, giving him one last half-smile as you hurried after Odysseus.

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[kimmyluvg]

So this is what falling in love feels like...

Summary: Meliodas never knew what it means to love someone.. Maybe a goddess can show him how?

A series where you (F!Reader) are Elizabeth's younger sister, falls in love with him. Meliodas' relationship with Elizabeth is very platonic and no romance.

Pt. One, Two, Three, Four, Five (Finale)

These meetings between Meliodas and Y/N now happened often whenever they need some time to cool off during their duties. Today, it was just like any other day, but this took a different turn.

"Meliodas, what are we going to do today?" Y/n asked the blonde demon, who just satre at her. "Too tired for anything today." He said as he rested his back on the ground near the statue. Y/N took a seat beside him, "Is it that tiring to watch over the Commandments?" Y/N asked as Meliodas nodded. He then proceeded to rant about everything he had witness in yesrterday's events and Y/N is there to listen. "And then... They proceeded to constantly insult me like I was just some puppet for my father." Meliodas said as he stood up. Y/N softened her face. "But you aren't one." Y/n then said as she stood next to him, "Of all the days I meet you here, I never once found anything that made you smile.." Y/N said as she reaches towards Meliodas' hand. "I... I want to see you smile.. Even once.. I might be selfish about this but.. I just wanted to see you happy." Y/N said as she looked at Meliodas. And for some reason that Meliodas couldn't understand, it reaches through his feelings about everything.

"So Meliodas, share your burdens to me... I don't care how heavy and dangerous those problems are but know this... I will always be with you no matter what lies ahead." Y/N said as she held Meliodas' both hands. And there, she saw his face.. His eyes with overflowing tears running down his cheeks. It has been the first time someone had said that to him and how it warmed his hearts. Meliodas then realized what these feelings meant to him. Y/N then started to wipe off his tears using her thumb. Seeing Y/N like this with him, makes his hearts flutter. "Y/N.. You..." Meliodas said as Y/N realized what she had said and blushed, "Oh dear! I said it out loud, didn't I?! Oh dear..." Y/N mumbled while placing her hands on her face, attempting to cover up her flushed cheeks. Meliodas couldn't take it anymore. He burst into laughter. Y/N peaked over her fingers and saw Meliodas laughing. It was the first time she had seen him laugh like that before. “Meliodas?” Y/N said as Meliodas tried to compose himself and sighed, “That was refreshing.” He said as Y/N noticed his eyes changed color. “Does your eyes change color when you relax?” She asked as Meliodas asked for a mirror. Y/N then made one and gave it to him, there he saw his pupils changed into green. He never noticed it before. “I.. I never knew..” He said as Y/N held his hand, “Maybe it’s because you never been very relaxed before.” She said as Meliodas realized what she was saying. He was always been on guard because anyone could hurt him or the others if he’s too relaxed. But it seems whenever he’s with Y/N, he’s taking in that relaxing feeling. He couldn’t explain it yet about what is he feeling but he felt great whenever she’s with him.

‘What is this feeling..? Is this what Zeldris was feeling towards that Vampire?’

[beingsuneone]

The One

SYNOPSIS: it would’ve been fun. If he would’ve been the one.

FANDOM: Harry Potter

PAIRING(S): Mattheo Riddle x Fem!Reader

RATING: G

CHARACTERS MENTIONED: Goyle, Crabbe, Draco, Theo, Pansy, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Voldemort

GENRE/AU: Angst, Unhappy ending, Arranged Marriage Au!, reader is married to Goyle (not by choice),

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

WARNINGS: Angst

A/N: *cough* the 1 by Taylor Swift was my inspo. *cough* header and dividers made by me. I would also like to make a part two to this. Note: Voldemort/Toms son Tom Jr who looks exactly like him! (Pre-Voldemort)!AU hope this helps.

DEDICATIONS: the people who voted for him in the poll :)

CREDITS: N/A

The silver band on your finger glistens in the bright lights of the wedding hall, looking anything but enticing; instead of a symbol of love and comfort, it was like a shackle that tied you to a man you didn’t love forever.

Your eyes scan the crowd for the millionth time this evening, trying to seek out a pair of familiar brown eyes— your heart drops for the millionth time this evening, and you realize all over again that no matter how many times your eyes search for his, it will not make him appear.

He won’t come, you know that now as your new husband leans over to ‘kiss the bride’.

You try to wipe the disappointment off of your face, let go of his messy brown curls and smooth words, his rough hands and intoxicating scent.

Mattheo Riddle wasn’t yours to think about anymore; the man in front of you was.

Why your father thought a marriage alliance with Gregory Goyle would help your family, you’ll never know.

Worse, Goyle was, at one point, at least a decent friend of yours; You, Mattheo, Draco, Theo, Enzo, Blaise, Tom, Goyle, and Crabbe, used to strut around Hogwarts like you owned the place— let’s be honest, you damn near did. You and your protective group of Slytherins.

You allow your lips to touch Goyle’s for only a moment before you pull back and smile cordially; the two of you walk arm-in-arm down the aisle until you reach the doors at the end.

The moment you’re through, you push him away.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” He says sadly. “If I could have said no, I would have.”

You shake your head, not even listening. “He didn’t even come, Goyle. I thought he’d at least try.”

Goyle sighs. “It wasn’t up to any of us. Not even Mattheo.”

Your eyes sting so you force your face to go deadpan and stare at Goyle. “I will always love you as a friend, Goyle, but I will never love you as anything more.” You say, retreating towards your dressing room.

He says nothing in return. He doesn’t need to. The feeling is mutual.

You enter your dressing room and release a strained breath, resting your head against the door after you close it.

Taking a deep breath, you allow yourself to daydream; to think what this day would be like if Mattheo was the one wearing a suit, the one saying his vows and sliding a ring onto your finger. You let yourself imagine all of the things you would’ve shared with him in this alternate reality, all the joy you might’ve felt. The future you might’ve been able to look forward to.

A tear slips silently down your cheek as your throat closes, suffocating you in the feelings you wish you were feeling.

Someone clears their throat and your eyes fly open, as your whole body snaps stick straight.

It’s your father, sitting eery and alone in a dark room. “You had to grow up one day, Y/n,” he says as his cold gaze sweeps over you. “Stop running around with that Riddle kid and risking your future.”

You shake your head. “The only real future I had was with him, Father.” You tug on the skirt on your wedding dress, and then your hair. “All this— this glamour and camaraderie is you, father, you playing puppeteer with real live people. I don’t know what status you think you’ll get from Goyle, of all people.”

Your father just sneers and pulls up his sleeve— an elaborate tattoo meant to symbolize his allegiance to Voldemort. The dark mark. He says, “You know exactly who that boy’s father is, and exactly where that puts me in relation.” He pauses. “This is what the Dark Lord wanted, Y/n.”

“…what?” Your mouth hangs open, and you wonder why the dark lord would want to torment you personally. “Why would he… I don’t understand.”

Your father just brushes past you and twists the door open. “If the Dark Lord doesn’t tell, you do not ask.”

……

“You’re going to marry him, right?” Pansy asks, smiling at you in the way that friends do when you have a crush on someone.

You shrug, playing it cool but despite your heart going a thousand miles a minute; excitement courses through your veins at the thought of Mattheo. “I think we’d have to become an actual thing first, Pansy.” You laugh.

She winks at you playfully. “I don’t think that’ll take too long, Y/n, He is whipped for you.”

You shake your head. “He is not.” Your heart still flutters.

“He is.” A new voice cuts in, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You turn to face Mattheo, who is now leaning in the doorframe.

What an entrance.

Pansy looks between the two of you and smirks mischievously. “I‘ll leave you two alone and go bug Blaise.” She slips past Mattheo.

You can’t meet his eyes as you grin stupidly at the floor, and the shirt in your hand.

“You talk about me often?” He says, settling on the floor next to you; he breaks you out of your stupor by gently tugging the shirt out of your hands.

You finally look at him. “No, only when Pansy brings you up. Which is always.” You bite your lip as you smile. “I don’t mind it though, you’re one of my favourite subjects.”

“That’s good,” he agrees, toying with a lock of your hair. “I think the guys are sick of hearing about you.”

“Of course they are,” you banter, “They already know everything about me.”

Mattheo leans in closer. “I don’t think they know everything.” His head dips down until his lips are just millimeters from yours. “They wouldn’t know what your lips feel like, would they?”

He bridges the gap and the two of you spent what is probably several minutes just kissing, and when he pulls away you’re breathless.

“No, I don’t think they know that.” Your voice comes out high-pitched, still trying to catch your breath both mentally and physically.

“I hope they never find out.” He says quietly.

You nod absent-mindedly. “Me too.”

….

You sigh deeply and set down the box in your new living room. Trying to put a positive spin on it, you think about how it won’t be terrible living with a friend instead of your parents, who were never there when they needed to be and always there when you needed them to leave.

Emotionally and physically.

You and Goyle are throwing a housewarming party, per his mothers request; so, technically this box really shouldn’t be in this room right now. It needs to be prepped for the party.

Goyle walks into the room. “Malfoy wants to know if he should invite Mattheo.”

You shrug. “Tell him to invite him, I don’t think he’ll show up either way.” Getting over Mattheo has not been easy, and when you think about him, his absence still sends several intense stabs through your heart.

You can still feel the ravines where the cracks in your heart formed. If he did show up, it would either put you on the path to healing or destroy you all over again and possibly forever.

You were fully prepared for the latter if it meant seeing him one last time.

But he won’t show, just like he wasn’t there when you really needed him just a few months ago, when some other man’s ring was being slipped onto your finger and you were near powerless to stop it.

Goyle stares at you for minutes, as if you’re fragile and need to be handled gently. “It is short notice.”

You pick the box back up and walk past him, just to stop at the foot of the stairs. “That’s not what I mean and you know it.” Then, you go upstairs and place the box in the guest bedroom. You have all this space in your new house and absolutely nothing to do with it.

Rooms filled with expectations and soured dreams.

….

Parties should be fun; this cake, considering it’s your favourite flavour, should taste good. You’re surrounded by the faces of your closest friends, all your family— though you aren’t fond of many of them— and all of Goyle’s family. Yet, all you feel is unfulfilled aching for Mattheo.

You feel so pathetic, always thinking about Mattheo, always relating everyone moment to your first love.

But you had wanted him to be your last. Your only. Your everything.

Draco is here, and he’s the one who asked about inviting Mattheo, so you’re pretty sure he’s not coming and you know you absolutely shouldn’t ask.

Instead, you stare at Draco as you eat the tasteless cake, wishing he’d somehow understand what you wanted to know.

Doesn’t help that he’s across the room.

“Y/n, come upstairs for a minute.” Pansy says, dragging you away from the party and into your bedroom. Or what will be your bedroom, anyways.

When the door has shut and she’s locked it, she turns back to you. “You can’t spend the whole party pining over the possibility of Mattheo showing up, Y/n; I know how much he means to you but you have to accept that you’re married and it’s over. You’re only going to hurt yourself more if you keep obsessing over this.”

You reel back, though you’re thankful for how bluntly Pansy says it. “I know, Pansy, I know. I just— I don’t know if can ever get over him. I mean…” You trail off trying to find your words. “Goyle was probably the last person out of our group that I would’ve chosen if I couldn’t have Mattheo. Truly, I think I could live if it was Enzo, or Theo, or even Draco, but not Goyle.”

She sighs. “But it’s not them, and it is Goyle.”

“So, what now?” You huff. “I’m just supposed to… I don’t know, keep his house and have his kids?”

Pansy’s eyes soften but she doesn’t respond; its a rhetorical question and there really isn’t any proper answer for it.

Then, there is a knock at the door. Pansy unlocks and opens the door, just enough for her to see who it is.

When she does, she says nothing. You watch her slip out the door before you even see who is behind it.

And then he steps in.

Mattheo Riddle.

“Hello, Y/n.” He says, so plainly as though he hasn’t just affected you in more ways than you could ever possibly count.

You look away. “You actually came.”

He clears his throat. “I did.”

You can almost picture him a few years back, standing in your dorm room door, smiling at you in that teasing way that made you knees weak.

Except he’s not smiling, and there is absolutely nothing blissful about this moment.

“There’s something I have to tell you.” Mattheo shuts the door behind him. “If it changes anything at all.”

…..

“There’s something I want to tell you, y/n.” Mattheo says one day, cryptically. “I’m just not sure if I should yet.”

You brush his hair out of his face. “Whatever it is, you can tell me, whenever you’re ready.”

He shakes his head, but he’s not disagreeing. “I’m worried you’ll see me differently.”

“There is nothing in the world that could make me see you differently, Mattheo.”

He seems sated by your words, and pulls you into a hug, resting his chin on top of your head. The two of you stay like that for a long while before he finally says, “I’ll tell you, but not today.”

You nod silently and focus on the feel of his arms around you, not wanting to take a single moment with him for granted.

…..

“What is it, Mattheo?” You say exhaustedly while you sit down on the mattress. “What could you say that would change anything?”

He takes a deep breath and sits beside you. “I know why this is happening, why Voldemort singled you out.”

You look up at him. “Mattheo…” trailing off, you stare at his sleeve in horror, dreading what you think he’s going to say. “Please tell me you didn’t.”

He furrows his eyebrows, following your gaze; when he realizes, his eyebrows shoot up again. “No! No, That’s not why I know.”

You visibly deflate with relief. He instinctively curls his arm around you but then quickly pulls it away. “Okay,”

He chuckles dryly. “My reason is actually much worse.” Mattheo pauses, blowing out a breath. “I’m his son.”

.

.

.

After a moment's hesitation, you shoot up from your spot, your eyes blown wide with disbelief. “Mattheo, you cannot be serious.”

He stands up, and sits you back down, trying to keep you calm. “It’s not like I want to advertise that my father is the most notorious dark wizard in history.” He reaches out and pushes a strand of hair out of your face, like you used to do to him so many times. “But he didn’t want you with me, Y/n, all of this is happening to you because of me.”

He sinks down to his knees in front of you and takes your hands in his.

“So,” You start. “I was personally targeted by the dark lord because you couldn’t bother to mention what’s probably a very important detail.”

His fingers tighten around yours. “I was so scared that you wouldn’t love me anymore if I told you, and then, by the time you were engaged, it was too late.”

You push his hands away. “Mattheo, I would have loved you no matter what you told me.” The hurt in your voice makes him back away from you and you can see the pain swirling in his eyes too.

“I told you. You know. Now, we can fix this.”

“No, Mattheo,” You stand up and push him towards the door. “It’s too late. You’re too late.”

He shakes his head rapidly. “No. No, it’s not.” Mattheo tries to stop you from opening the door but ultimately you push him over the threshold. “Please, Love, We can make it work— we could run away, do anything— please.”

You can’t look at him as you speak, while tears flow freely down your cheeks. “We were something, don’t you think so?”

His face falls, and you can see his heart shatter— you can feel your heart mirror his.

Perhaps, though, the most painful part is when he replies; “Yeah, we were.”

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[alittlelela-blog]

My Love, Matthias… and the goddamn puppet (Matthias x afab!reader) pt.1

Warnings: Sexual innuendos, kissing with tongue, Louis..

A/N: I sort of headcannon Louis as a puppet that is possessed by a spirit. It sort of makes sense? With the lore. He has a childish personality, but I don’t necessarily see the spirit that possesses him to be a child.

Evenings like this always left you with a sweet and tender heart for Matthias. On this particular occasion, you had somehow convinced him to dance with you in your living room. It was a soft and sweet tune that played through the music box you had laid on the coffee table. Both of you had your hands on each other's shoulders with one on the side intertwined. Your head rested against his shoulder as you swayed side to side. Although no words were said, you both knew that you loved each other. You never wished for this moment to end.

You placed a gentle kiss on Matthias' neck, only moving a couple of centimeters to do so. A small blush creeped up onto his cheeks. He smiled softly at your loving gesture.

"I love you, dear." He whispered sweetly to you. Upon hearing those sweet words you loved so much, you raised your head up to make eye contact with him.

"I love you too, Matthias." You spoke in a gentle manner. You then felt your body move on its own. Your lips were against his in a matter of seconds. Matthias happily kissed back, his lips gently pressing against yours.

Matthias felt his heart swell with love as you continued to move your lips against his. He had never felt so loved in his entire life than he has with you. Never have you ever made him feel anything but loved and appreciated.

He continued to press his lips against yours. Gradually, you opened your mouth while kissing. He followed suit to match your lips. To his surprise, you stuck your tongue inside his mouth. He should have figured you would do that to him. He was often gullible enough to not see obvious signs that you were going to surprise him with some loving gesture or another. Matthias froze for a moment, but didn't resist as he didn't mind it. He was just surprised.

He opened his mouth wider and allowed your tongue to slip inside. It wasn't the first time you had done this, but he was always super shy about it. Slowly you explored his mouth with your tongue. Matthias couldn't help but whimper at how naughty it felt. He loved it so much he felt a little twang of pleasure rip through his body...

The sound of someone making a gagging noise was then heard. It sounded childlike and came from somewhere near the doorway into the living room. You slowly retracted from having your tongue inside Matthias' mouth and looked towards the source of the noise. Matthias did as well. Sitting on the chair next to the doorway was Louis, Matthias' cursed puppet. He sat still as he always pretended that he was not possessed when being stared at.

As your relationship with Matthias blossomed, you grew accustomed to his possessed puppet. It wasn't something he could get rid of and you understood that. It was creepy at first, but you soon found out that Louis never actually had ill intentions other than following Matthias around like a lost puppy and scaring the absolute shit out of everyone by hiding. Louis usually stayed silent, but sometimes he would speak when no one was looking at him.

You giggled softly upon realizing that it was Louis that had gagged. He always stayed quiet when you kissed or made out with Matthias. However, this was the first time you added tongue into the mix where Louis could obviously see. It was clear Louis was NOT into watching a couple getting it on.

"I don't think he liked that." You told Matthias as you continued to giggle. It was the first time you ever got a reaction out of Louis. It was hilarious. Matthias slowly smiled as he then found the situation funny.

"That's the first time he's ever done something like that." Matthias chuckled along with you. He lovingly stared into your eyes as you both laughed. Slowly you both regained composure and stood with your eyes locked for a moment.

"Hey.." You started as you leaned in to whisper into Matthias' ear. "I think I know of a way to make him go away.." You spoke slowly and softly to ensure Matthias understood every word you told him. He widened his eyes. He was completely oblivious to your innuendo.

"What is it?" He questioned curiously. You chuckled as you realized he was still in the dark. You then gently grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against your body. Matthias didn't pull away, he stood still as he let you guide him. He was still lost.

"I'm almost certain that if we start exploring each other's bodies.. he'll leave the room." You whispered further into his ear. At this point he had caught on. He blushed and felt another twang of pleasure flow through him. Just the thought of seeing your naked body was enough to turn him on.

"Y-You'd want to do that?" He stuttered. You nodded your head.

"I love you, Matthias. I'd be more than honored to make love with you right here and right now." You spoke gently. Matthias felt his heart swell with love. It was his first time for something like this, and your words made him feel comfortable to be able to do something like this with you.

"O-Okay.. let's make love."

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I do have more I’m writing but not done with it yet <3

[kenphobia]

HEY LOVER!

"Hey lover, won't you treat me right?"

summary. wally may be the town's darling but in his eyes and heart, you're the actual darling <3 (headcanons / 0.9k wc / see end notes)

contents. tooth-rotting fluff, kind of crackship core, romantic relationship. read my pinned post before interacting!

✦ Perhaps, you were a new neighbor or just a random puppet from the outskirts of the neighborhood— whoever and where ever you are, you were bound to meet Wally some point in your life.

✦ Wally is a curious puppet and loves putting his (imaginary) nose into places he shouldn't be putting, and you caught his eye for some unknown reason. It was fine enough, he was only interested about your life before the neighborhood and what kind of things you like. Eventually, you started asking the same questions back at him and it went on from there.

✦ There was always something that Wally would get interested in someone, no matter how pathetic and boring they look and are. It's up for your own interpretation why he was so intrigued by your person in the first place, maybe it was your personality? Your smile? Your voice? Wally loves it all regardless.

✦ Being the town's local artist, Wally takes most of his inspiration from his surroundings and sooner or later, he began adding bits of you in his paintings. It began when you happened to be one of the many faces he painted to crowd his landscape paintings until he started painting portraits of you, many and many canvases pilling up in the corner, and all of them were of you.

✦ I wouldn't exactly say Wally was embarrassed, but he was coy. He only showed you few of those portraits and gave it you, but most of them are tucked somewhere in his house aka his bedroom. He reasoned was because they're unfinished when in reality, he couldn't properly 'sleep' without having a bit of you near him, even if it's just a painting he made.

✦ Wally loves it when you spend time with his friends too, especially when you get along with Barnaby! The canine puppet was his bestest friend and enjoys spending time with you two at the same time. He couldn't help but fawn over his two favorite people hanging out and actually being friends. Seems like a dream for him, to be honest.

✦ Before you and Wally had made it 'official', everyone assumed the two of you were already a thing. It was confusing, to say the least. It makes sense once you realized how lovey dovey you two had acted around each other.

Upon hearing a knock on your door, you immediately rushed to it and opened it. Though, you were about to open your mouth and blurt out a greeting, you stopped your tracks as you saw Frank holding Wally by his collar. Wally didn't look too happy being held up like a wet, pathetic cat.

"Sorry to disturb you, (Name), but I believe this is yours." Frank began, motioning to the smaller puppet beside them. "Your little boyfriend over here was found stealing few of Howdy's apples again."

You blinked, furrowing your brows in complete and utter confusion. "I— First of all, Boyfriend? And second of all, he was doing what again?"

"He was caught messing with the apples for the 3rd time this week. Eddie's dealing with an angry Howdy right now and we have to deal with your lovebirds' troubles because we're the only other couple here unfortunately." Frank explained, doing various of hand actions.

"I'm sorry, but me and Wally aren't a couple??"

Frank made a sound of confusion and acknowledgement. "Hm, I thought you were one of us. My mistake."

"I- I have no idea if you mean if we're also gay or if we're also in relationship like you and Eddie."

"Are we though?"

"Wally, I swear to god—"

✦ Wally is extremely touch starved, like most residents, and doesn't know what to do when you do give him affection so he goes limp in your arms. It takes him a few seconds to recover once you release him though, maybe stumbling a bit when you settle him back down on the floor or even crashing back into you. The latter would definitely happen and you'd be stuck with him atop you until someone pulls him off or you do.

✦ Whenever Home locks Wally out, you'd offer him to stay in your house. He'd deny a couple of times, but he'd later come with you since he doesn't want to stay out at night. He never really liked the dark anyways.

✦ He was a little nightlight at both yours and his place, and would ask you tell him bedtime stories. He doesn't sleep, yes, but he does enjoy laying down beside you and being used as some sort of stuff animal. He also even closes his eyes, so you'd think he's sleeping. You know he isn't and often call his BS.

"You know, (Name), that was the bestest sleep I had. We should do a sleepover again." Wally sugguested once, enjoying a lovely breakfast with you. He had turned away from his plate to face you for a moment, his pupils shrinking down.

"Wally, you don't sleep." You deadpanned, holding a cup of warm coffee in your hand.

"How would you know that, (Name)?" Wally tilted his head, smiling.

"Chanting 'I am sleeping' with your eyes closed doesn't count as sleeping, Wally."

✦ You're also the first one people would go to if Wally got into trouble. He's always off messing with Howdy's apples, 'borrowing' Julie's hairspray supply, breaking and entering in someone's house, etc... As much as many felonies Wally had committed, you still love him.

✦ You just wish he wasn't so nosy to make up for his lack of a nose.

end notes. rewritten version of my previous yan!wally headcanons, friendly neighbor, although you could say this is just a normal headcanon that isn't derived from a now deleted post and it's stíll fine <33

i wanted to keep the old title but bleh, this is romantic so yeehaw (this was also queued btw lol)

requests are always open and my inbox is free for any recs (podcasts, args, etc), chatter and info dumping. ask for updates and i will burn your house like wally burned your mom /lh

[porter-pumpkim]

ii posting again!

ngl I hope when we do get more ii we get to focus on some of the less popular or less seen characters

I wanna see salt finally outgrow her code like the others and figure out if she ever even liked oj or the idea she had of him, I want her to actually figure out her relationships beyond what they were in season 1, to realize she hasn't changed while pepper has and has likely been trying to help her change too

I wanna see how soap has changed during her time at the hotel! She seems like she calmed down a lot from her time in season 2, and was even willing to hold tissues hand to help him in the finale when at the start of season 2 she definitely would've left him for dead purely out of crippling germaphobia

speaking of tissues, I wanna see how he's doing! He was already kinda isolated compared to other hotel residents pre finale, tissues is perfectly fine being social and is entirely willing to just casually talk things out or gossip from the looks of it, but nobody even wanted to be near him thanks to the sneezing and major congestion issues, and is now aware he was created as a gross out humor joke, and he genuinly found that devastating in the movie! I mean, his self doubt about his condition genuinly almost killed him in the red line game! I wanna see how he's doing now, if he's actually got decent connections with other guests, if he's still dealing with the self doubt of being made as a literal joke, it's just such a good character building point and I wanna see it!!!

I wanna see how bomb is doing, we haven't seen him since season 1 and the literal end of season 2! I genuinly don't remember much about him aside from he's a gamer, and he has a stutter, he seems like a cool dude and I remember I really liked him when I was a kid watching season 1, it would be fun to see him more! (my memory of season one is really fuzzy im sorry- it was a little too chaotic for me now that I'm older xD )

Hearing more from the cherries could also be cool, I barely remember anything about them besides they liked making paper puppets and i think they were mischievous, I don't think much of them was explored unless I just don't remember, and the whole conjoined yet separate situation is a genuinly inturesting dynamic to explore, we already have yin yang sharing a body, but the cherries technically being separate could add a new detail to the two in one situation

Just

It would be so cool seeing more of characters we don't really see often! Even if it's just a casual slice of life setting it woukd still be so fascinating watching new relationships form and new dynamics between characters who hardly ever interacted on screen before

Plus the situation with almost everyone "knowing" box but literally nobody actually knowing her, all of them competed with and casually lived with her dead body in the room and now there's the situation of her actually existing as a person, none of them know her, not really

IMLOVE CHARACTER DYNAMICS AND WEIRDLY COMPLICATED SOCIAL SITIATIONS! (from an observing perspectuve anyway, actually experiencing em sucks but its so facinating to observe in a story!)

[ivy-loves-chocolate]

Note: this mf lives rent-free in my mind ever since I started watching jjk. I think I have a type ashgkapd. This is my first time writing for him, so please tell me what you think 💖 Oh, and btw, it's his true form here.

Pair: Sukuna x F!Reader.

Plot: the reader likes to tease her king until one day when he has enough.

Word count: 824

Warnings: smut, breath play, degradation, 18+, minors DNI.

Sukuna had his finger wrapped around your tiny throat, his grip being both gentle and tight enough to make you gasp for air.

Both of your hands were clenching around his wrist, trying to hold onto something as it became harder to hold yourself up due to the lack of air.

"My my, would you look at your face…" he said in a monotone voice, as he had little regard for your struggle.

"Master…" You weakly called out for him, hoping that the King of Curses would be in a good mood today.

His presence was overwhelming, making your mind and body go numb whenever he was near you. Still, that doesn't stop you from desiring him. In fact, you were addicted to his presence—so addicted that you'd go as far as to piss him off.

"What is it?" He asked as he tightened his grip around your neck, but not so much as to make you pass out. Just a little to make it more difficult for the air to fill your lungs and cause your breathing to become more erratic. "Hard to breathe?" He taunted as a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

You tried to speak but ended up coughing.

"Pathetic little creature…can’t even handle a gentle hold like this…" His smile slowly faded. "You think you can disrespect me like that and get away with it?" His voice became deeper and more threatening as he leaned closer to your face. Your breathing was irregular, your face was red, and tears began to form in the corners of your eyes. You were at the mercy of the King of Curses. A king you enjoyed taunting. A king that was not to be messed with, yet you tested your luck.

"I've tolerated your behavior long enough." The fingers tighten once more around your throat, making you gasp for air. Your nails dig deeper into his flesh, so deep that his skin turns red. He doesn't seem to be bothered, tho. In fact, he might not even feel it.

"Maybe I should kill you..." His eye glistered in a bright shade of red, excited at the thought of taking another life. "Hmmm..."

His grip loosened again, and you eagerly breathed in as much air as you could.

"Or maybe not. I feel generous today, pet."

Oh, how much you loved it when he toyed with you like that. It made your cunt throb. All this time, you did nothing else but press your thighs together as the heat kept rising between your legs. Sukuna was too focused on intimidating you to notice that you began to rub your thighs together in the hope of getting some friction.

"Y-you need me…" you said between puffs.

He let out a low chuckle.

"I could snap your neck in an instant." He said, applying more pressure again on your fragile neck, leaving little to no air entering your lungs. Still, your cunt began to throb harder, and more tears rolled down your cheeks. "How exactly can you be useful to me? You are nothing but a puppet."

"Yes, yes, yes... more." You thought as you rubbed your thighs faster and even brought a hand to cover your crotch. You felt some wetness coming out of your needy hole, and you were afraid of getting your kimono stained.

"Know your place." You clenched your fist and couldn’t stop the smile that was forming on your face anymore. Those erratic breaths were mixed with whimpers now as you felt your cunt throbbing uncontrollably inside your panties.

Sukuna’s lower set of eyes caught a glimpse of the scene, and the realization hit him, causing his expression to turn from an annoyed one to a shocked one.

"You love this, don’t you? You love the power I have over you... And more importantly…you love how unpredictable I can be. I can end your life whenever I want, however, I want, and yet you still follow me like a lost puppy."

He came closer to your red face without loosening his grip. Red eyes were staring directly into your soul. You felt your orgasm coming any second now.

"You’re pathetic." With that, he let you go, and your body fell limp to the ground. The sudden impact made it impossible for you to get your release. Still, your legs were trembling, and you brought a hand to your neck to massage the abused flesh. You coughed a few times before your breath returned to normal. Once your brain received the oxygen it needed, you wiped your tears with your sleeve and raised your head to look at your king. All four of his arms were crossed over his big chest, and he was looking rather disappointed at you.

"What am I going to do with you?" He asked.

Your gaze dropped to his visible bulge.

"Anything you want! Please, I just want to feel you again."

"What an intriguing brat you are…"

I want to make a tag list for this fandom too, so if you wanna be added just DM me ☺️💖

[littlemissvenom0]

Title: Fractured Loyalties

You’d always been good at blending in, at surviving. You knew how to manipulate the system, how to make it look like you fit in, but this? This serum coursing through your veins felt different. The moment the needle pierced your skin, something inside you had screamed that this was wrong.

Now, as you stood amidst the Dauntless soldiers, the vacant expressions on their faces made your heart race. They were lost—puppets in this deadly game—while you, as a Divergent, could still feel your mind resisting the serum’s effects. Fear and confusion swirled within you, but you couldn't let it show. You had to act like you were one of them.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself. The training yard was quiet, a sea of motionless bodies awaiting orders. From the corner of your eye, you saw him—Eric Coulter—his sharp gaze scanning the crowd. He was as ruthless as they came, a soldier of the highest order, and he never missed a thing.

You had done everything to stay off his radar. Eric wasn’t just dangerous because of his strength or position. It was his intelligence, the cold calculation behind every move he made. And now, if he realized you were Divergent…

“Fall in line!” Eric barked, his voice cutting through the eerie silence.

You forced yourself to stay still, to not flinch under his scrutiny. You couldn’t draw attention to yourself, not now. He walked down the line of soldiers, inspecting each one like a predator eyeing his prey. His boots echoed on the concrete, sending a shiver down your spine. Every step he took toward you felt like another second closer to discovery.

Eric stopped right in front of you, his intense gaze locking onto yours. You swallowed hard, keeping your expression as blank as you could. But something about the way his eyes narrowed told you that he sensed something was off.

“Report,” he demanded, his voice low, almost like a threat.

Forcing yourself to speak, you recited the words you’d been trained to say. “Ready for orders, sir.”

His eyes searched your face, and for a moment, you were sure he knew. That cold smirk tugged at his lips, like he was enjoying watching you squirm. He took a step closer, the heat of his presence making it even harder to maintain your composure.

“You don’t look ready,” he said, voice dropping to a near whisper, meant only for you.

Panic flared inside you, but you shoved it down. Don’t break. Don’t let him see. You stared straight ahead, trying to appear as vacant and obedient as the others. But Eric wasn’t buying it.

He leaned in even closer, his breath brushing against your ear. “I know what you are.”

Your heart plummeted.

Eric stepped back, his gaze never leaving yours. He tilted his head slightly, as if studying how you’d react. The world around you seemed to fade, the only sound your heartbeat thundering in your ears. If he knew you were Divergent, this could be the end. The serum might not control you, but Eric Coulter could.

Without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and barked orders to the rest of the Dauntless. The soldiers began moving as if nothing had happened. But you were frozen in place. What had just happened? Why didn’t he expose you right then and there?

You barely had time to process before Eric grabbed your arm roughly, pulling you out of line. His grip was firm but not painful, his pace quick as he dragged you into one of the nearby, empty corridors. As soon as you were alone, he shoved you up against the wall, eyes blazing with intensity.

“I should turn you in,” he said, voice cold and laced with menace. “You’re Divergent.”

Your chest tightened, fear settling deep in your bones. You had no defense. No lie you could spin that would make this go away.

“But…” he continued, eyes narrowing, “I’m not going to. Not yet.”

You blinked in confusion. “What?”

He stepped closer, his body almost pinning yours to the wall, and you could feel the tension radiating off him. “You think I don’t know what you’ve been doing? Hiding, pretending to fit in.” He scoffed, but there was something more behind his voice. “You're not as invisible as you think.”

You didn’t know what to say, or even how to react. He was right. You’d been hiding your Divergence for so long, but somehow Eric had noticed.

“Why are you protecting me?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

Eric’s jaw clenched, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something in his eyes—something you couldn’t quite place. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your cheek.

“Because I don’t want you dead. Not yet.” His voice was sharp, but there was an edge of something else—something darker, more personal. “You’re different, but that makes you useful.”

Useful. The word sent a chill down your spine. You didn’t know what he meant by it, but the weight of it was enough to make you uneasy. Eric wasn’t the type to protect anyone out of kindness. If he was keeping you alive, it was because he saw an advantage in it.

But what scared you more was the way he looked at you, like he was intrigued by you, like you were some puzzle he wanted to solve. There was danger in his gaze, but something else too—something that made your pulse quicken.

“Keep pretending,” he ordered, his voice lowering to a dangerous whisper. “But know this—I’ll be watching. Every move you make.”

You nodded, unable to tear your eyes away from his. His grip on your arm loosened, and he stepped back, giving you space to breathe. The tension in the air between you was almost suffocating, but there was no denying the strange connection that had sparked in that moment.

Eric turned away, leaving you standing alone in the corridor, your mind spinning. He could have turned you in. He could have let the others know you were Divergent. But he didn’t.

And that terrified you more than anything.

[sourtomatola]

Taking candy for a fool part 8

The next time you came to the factory, you had a pair of noise canceling earbuds so you wouldn’t have to hear the screams. You felt like a garbage human for it but realistically, it’s all you could do. At least keep out the mental damage of hearing living creatures scream for an hour.

After the usual time had passed, you made your way back to the boy’s room. You saw someone creeping around in the back through the halls, but they were far too massive to be a human. You thought it was a little too soon for a candy critter to slip out of their room right after the harvest, but you decided not to questions it without the boys.

The boy’s faces seemed to brightened when you came in, which made you feel happier that you were at least giving them positive emotions.

“Better…Seeing you certainly cheers us up.” Sunny smiled before taking another sip of syrup. You watched as the candy glass of his ray’s slowly grew as he drank. It was truly a marvel to watch these two heal, despite how awful it was that they had to. “It’s nice to have a friend to look forward to seeing.”

Moon’s hat grew like hair before connecting the ends together, a Moondrop forming at the base.

“What’s it like when you shed naturally?” You asked, trying not to stare.

“Well, for one it doesn’t hurt.” Sunny smiled. “but that’s probably obvious. Usually the outer candy shells just kind of fall off, and we can just kind of shake like a dog and loose it all.”

“Do you look all mangled and show your skeleton?” You asked with interest.

“Mangled, kind of. Skeleton, no.” Moon cleared up. “Usually, the candy already has started to regrow at that point so we still have some covering our endo skeleton’s.”

You thought for a minute, thinking of what had happened the other day on your way out, with the taffy creatures.

“You said most of you started with metal skeletons…but what about the taffy guys? They don’t seem to have bones.” You asked.

Both stopped drinking their syrup and looked nervous. “The taffy puppets, uh…” Sun started, squirming as he clenched his feeding tube tightly.

“They don’t…they’re very unique. We really don’t know what they started as. They might have started as just the masks or something." Moon said uncomfortably. "We don’t know. And…we honestly avoid them. They’re weird in an…unsafe feeling sense, you know?”

“We never know when nightmarionne come’s out, and when he does, it’s chaotic. Only his brother’s can calm him down. He’s…killed before.” Sun frowned.

“Not that we wouldn’t take a chance at revenge if we could…” Moon mumbled. As Moon said this, He appeared to have finished healing, but seemed to have extra syrup. He absent mindedly tucked it down near a hold in the floor that was previously covered by a pillow.

You gasped as something red came out of the hole, and gently took the tube from Moon.

You gasped at the sight of red fingertips, pulling the tubbing through the hole. You watched more syrup drain through it.

“Who…who is that?” You asked cautiously.

Moon jolted slightly, as if seeming to realize that his friend was outed. He looked at you, concern, and fear on his face.

“Moon I won’t tell anyone, you know that. I wouldn’t hurt you or your friends like that.” You told him quickly.

He looked at Sun before putting the tube away. “Okay but…you need to know that…Fazbear thinks he’s dead.” Sun said before giving the wall a couple prominent knocks.

You hear shuffling behind their door before it creaked open, showing larger candy being. You’ve never seen him before, but he felt familiar.

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[keeperthemultiversemom]

how did you meet Stitcher?

Peacekeeper looks away, her face showing deep regrets and inner turmoil.

"I should've handled things better"

🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡🧵🪡

[ Part 1 : Fix them ] 

It all started when Frank became...weird. 

He stopped calling.

He stopped coming over everyday to play.

He wouldn't even tell her about bugs anymore. 

Frank used to be fearless, but suddenly...he became stressed, paranoid even. Julie knew something was up, but Frank wouldn't talk to her, not at all... 

"Hey Frank, what game should we play today ?

- Not today Julie... I can't....I just can't.

- Huh ?" 

And Frank hang up the phone. That was the last time they spoke. After that, Frank was gone. And wherever she searched, the woods, every house, every nook and crany, she couldn't find him. Frank was gone... 

And the other neighbours didn't seem to notice. Even though his house was still there.

"Maybe he went on a vacation ?" 

They'd say.

But Julie wasn't having it, surely something happen. He wouldn't leave her just like that, without a word, would he ? Aren't they best friends ? Surely he would have told her if he left...

With those thoughts came the worry that perhaps, he wasn't alive anymore. That thought scared her, saddened her, so she tried not to think too much about it. 

And then, everything turned for the worse. The world started collapsing on itself ! Cracks in the very walls of their reality, the buildings crumbling like gingerbread houses. Everything was dangerous, and would attempt to kill Julie and her friends. They would all take refuge in Home, Wally let them in. Poppy, Sally, Barnaby, Eddie, Howdy, Wally and Julie, they thought it'd be alright. Home would protect them, right ? But Home ended up collapsing too. And whoever, or whatever home was, panicked. The group would start to see hands appearing from nowhere, trying to grab them, dismember them. There was blinding lights, there was shouting, there was screaming, and more lights and shadows, a frantic dance of pain and danger. Soon, Julie, the most agile and quick on her feet, was the only one still standing, although her leg was severely injured, cotton pouring out with each move.

Just as suddenly as it started, everything quieten. It was as if time itself stopped. Julie looked around her, the shadowy hands floating in the air, the breaks and cracks in Home, her friends, reduced to mere bloody corpses. Wait...no...not corpses. Isn't blood supposed to be red...? Julie looked at her own wound. It looked more like a rip in a fabric. White stuffing was coming out of it... Julie looked around, her expression distorting to that of pure horror as she realized that her friends and herself never were beings of flesh, but mere...plushes ? Puppets ?

Her gaze drifted to Poppy's body. The terrified bird, in a desperate surge of courage, had attempted to protect Wally and Sally... And thus suffered the most damages. Julie carefully approached her three friends, and would noticed one's chest slowly moving. Wally is alive ! 

"Wally ? Wally !!"

Julie picked up her friend from under Poppy's wing, which made her body crumble on the ground, and would drag him to a spot without any shadow hands despite her injured leg. Wally was unconscious, both his arms ripped appart. Aboundant stuffing would come out of the wounds at any attempt to move. 

"It's going to be okay Wally !" 

Julie said, but she was crying. All her friends were dying, dying for what, for who ? For no reason. Wally and her were the only survivors here... As Julie sat down, she felt something near her leg. Her gaze fell on Poppy's eye, that had rolled over here when her corpse collapsed. Freaky, but by that point Julie already had seen worse. 

Julie picked up the eye, tears rolling down her face. She tried to joke to comfort herself : 

"Heh, keepin' an eye on me, Poppy...? Even glasses wouldn't fix...this...? Oh ?"

Julie got an idea. If they were made of stuffing and fabrics, if they were puppets... Then maybe, just maybe, if she fixed her friends, they'd come back to her. 

This was a silly idea, really, but an idea anyway. Julie got up, the pain in her leg felt far, so far from her. So far that she could probably run right now, despite the stuffing coming out. And running she did. She ran to Poppy's house, to grab a sewing kit. 

Julie was in pain, shocked beyond words, horrified, to a point that the state of her world collapsing, distorting to grotesque visuals as shadows would attempt to take it all appart before time stopped; all of this wouldn't do much worse to her current mental state. Her pain felt unbarable, yet she ran on the way back to Home still. 

As soon as she came back, she got to work, starting with the one that was still with her, Wally. Taking out threads and needles, she would attempt to stitch back together everything she could...but soon she comes to find she was missing a few pieces of fabrics... 

Julie was out of breath, her mind fogged by the pain she was still feeling. As far as the pain felt, it was still there, clawing at her leg as if to prevent her from doing what she had to in order to save her friend. Her gaze slowly turned to the closest corps. Barnaby... Barnaby had enough fabric already... He probably wouldn't mind if she gave some to his best friend, right ? 

Julie grabbed the dog's arm, which was already cut from his body. Carefully, with little scissors, she would undo all the seams that where already there, got out the stuffing, so she'd have a bit of fabric to use to patch Wally's body. And as she did all that, she would pray. Pray to god, or satan, or whoever would hear her now, that her idea would work, that she could save him. 

But by the time she had tied the last knot of thread... Wally wasn't breathing anymore. 

"Wally...? Hey...there...I fixed you up... Please wake up..."

Wally slowly opened his eyes, for Julie's greatest joy. She was crying again. She did it ! She saved him ! He was alive ! Thanks to her... She fixed him nicely, although she couldn't give him back his arms, but it still worked ! 

Wally's eyes would have no shine in them. He wasn't talking, just staring at her blankly with his eyes that looked dead. A blink. Two blink... Then tears. Some sort of black, goopy tears. 

"Aw, are you happy that I saved you ? Well, I am happy too, I fixed you !" 

Wally made a noise... Was he going to talk ?

"...aegh....hu...Ju...li..e...no...hu...rt...ugh.." 

"Yes, it doesn't hurt anymore, does it ? Hold on, I'll fix everyone too ! They'll wake up, and we'll all leave together... Everything will be fine Wally" 

"...p...l..ea..se...no..." 

But Julie wasn't listening, she had moved on to fix the others already, while Wally could only look at her with a horrified gleam in his eyes. Barnaby, then Eddie, then Sally, then Howdy, then Poppy. Each of them would wake up and cry as they did. "Cry of Joy, Cry of Life", Julie would chant. It was no such thing, however. 

As she was fixing Poppy and her eyes, Julie suddenly heard a loud crash. The shadow hands would be moving again, the chaos started anew, only more destructive as it would now try to attack itself. The cracks of void would open and close, hands fighting themselves. As the chaos spread, the cracks of void would become bigger and bigger, the ground was trembling. Julie screamed, hiding in Poppy's wings. She had just managed to save her friends, but she ran out of time... 

Suddenly, she felt a movement. Poppy had risen, standing up with Julie in her wings. The other stood up as well. They'd all come around Julie, as if to protect her, and hug one last time. Julie cried.

"No, no, don't do that, you all woke up, let's leave, let's get out, let's -" 

The ground shook again, and they'd all lose balance, tumbling in a mess of puppets. At the last minute, Poppy would cry the goopy black tears too. Instead of horror in her gaze, and that dead look the others had, Julie could only see...compassion. But Julie didn't understood compassion here. She didn't understand anything, actually, as Poppy threw her in one if the cracks of void. Julie saw her friends, all looking at her as she was ejected out. The world around them would crumble more, and soon would implose, all cracks closing at once. The crack in which Julie was would close too, just as she was about to get out. Julie wiggled, crawled out of the crack, and arrived in a sort of white void. But, well, she wasn't quick enough in getting out if the crack, for it suddenly closed on her leg, cutting it clean. Julie screamed in pain, her voice echoing in the void. Too much, this was too much... She passed out as a strange mist would start surrounding her... 

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[ Part 2 : Keeper ] 

Julie woke up in a comfy bed. She sat up, and looked around her, still feeling pretty sleepy. Her surroundings were nothing but pinkish clouds, on every side, the ground and even the ceiling. Her whole body was aching, but more importantly, one of her legs was missing. Tears would immediatly stream down her face, as the previous events came back to her mind in a flash. Everything, she lost everything. Everyone, they were...

The rainbow monster sobbed for a while, mourning her family and friends. She had managed to fix her friends ! But it was all for nothing, as her world still ended up destroyed... And her siblings ??  What happened to them ? Julie cried her heart out, for she was truly alone now... Well, not quite alone actually. 

Feeling something warm on her remaining leg, she would stop crying for a moment to look at the other side of the bed. Someone was watching her ?

The little star person flinched when Julie looked up at her. This puppet looked vaguely like her friend Sally, although this little one seemed made out of pur energy, somehow, and even emitted warmth ! The little Sally made a friendly smile and waved, before running away at an extreme speed, leaving Julie in stunned silence and puzzled. Later, the Sally came back, tugging on the ribbons of a giant being. This entity looked like Poppy ! Although, her colors where all faded pastels, and her eyes were nothing but a black void... 

"Filante, please be careful when tugging on my ribbons...

- But, but ! The Julie woke up !" 

The Poppy looked down at Julie, her expression was kind and reassuring despite her eyes being made of void. Some ribbons came to gently wipe away Julie's tears. 

"Hello little one. I am Peacekeeper, but you may call me Keeper... and this little ball of sunshine is Filante.

- You can call me Speed too ! Because I go fast ! " 

As if to demonstrate, Filante would do some acrobatic flying in the air at great speed within the confines of the cloud room, flying around Keeper with a few giggles. Keeper would then bend down to have her head at Julie's level, speaking softly. 

"I found you passed out after your world got destroyed... I am so sorry..." 

She would say. Julie couldn't help but start sobbing again at the mention of her world. Yes, everything was gone... But that being seemed friendly enough...

It would take a while for Julie to get used to the idea of a "multiverse". Keeper herself would seem unsure about many things, as she only opened her own pocket dimension recently. During her stay in the peaceful world, Julie would only meet few other multiversers, such as Filante and a Shopkeeper Howdy. The rest were other rescues, brought by Keeper's mist to her space so they would recover from atrocious events similar to Julie's. 

It was a lot of new friends to make, which Julie would generally love, but after what happened, she stayed closed off for the most part. She couldn't forget her old friends, that were gone despite her fixing them. On that thought ,she mindlessly searched in her pockets as if to find one of her games in there to comfort herself. However, the rainbow monster would instead find something else. There was the sewing kit and... Poppy's eye. The only thing left from her world. Julie decided to keep them preciously. 

One day, a new multiverser came. This one looked like Wally, but with inverted colors, and seemed so grumpy ! Julie heard Keeper call him "Observer"... Was he the one in charge ? He seemed to be so, as he was complaining that the refugees in Keeper's space might be a problem, rambling about scripts and corruption, while Keeper was reassuring him that it would be fine. 

Nonetheless, this Observer guy would intrigue Julie. If he was in charge, maybe he knew what happened to her world...and perhaps he knew how she could get it back ? Maybe it wasn't truly gone... but it would be worth a try to ask.

So, after the conversation he had with Peacekeeper, she would follow him. Julie wasn't sure how she managed to get from one dimension to another, but she did it ! She was now floating around in a void filled with TVs and tapes... She made sure to stay as silent as possible, it seems Observer hadn't noticed her for now... And then, Julie found it. 

A tape. She didn't know what it was for, or even why, but one particular tape, among the many others, she felt like it was calling her. Like it belonged to her. 

It was in rough shape, looking like it had gone through a beating and was almost destroyed ! But she felt like it should be hers. 

Then, a noise. Observer was coming this way ! Taken by a sudden panic, as the multiverser would likely take the tape away from her, Julie quickly tried to get away, as much as she could. She didn't really know why, she didn't exactly to anything wrong, but something about being discovered here didn't seem like an ideal situation, and in the panic, running away seemed like the best option. Somehow, she managed to teleport from a dimension to an other again, and came back to Keeper's world as she heard someone yell behind her. 

After crumbling on the white cloudy floor of Keeper's space, Julie would now feel safe enough to take a better look at the tape in her hand. Did she...just steal something ? That wasn't good, no good at all. The Wally would be so mad... But... This tape was hers, wasn't it ? She could feel it ! 

The rainbow monster would inspect the tape now. It was in very bad condition, almost completely destroyed actually... But it was still emitting this strange energy that she felt called to. But why was it in such rough shape ? Was he the one who destroyed it ? 

There was a sound again, and someone yelling . 

"WHERE IS SHE ?!" 

Julie started panicking. Oh, she was in for a beating if he sounded that mad. Putting the tape in her pocket didn't seem safe, it would be taken back too quickly. And Julie felt like she needed it. 

So she did the next logical thing to do, as she looked down at the thigh that was stitched back to prevent the stuffing from pourring out. 

Opening the sewing kit, and then with little scissors, Julie would gently rip the seams, and placed the tape in her thigh, before quickly sewing it back up. It wasn't a seamless job, but it would do the trick just fine. And then she put the kit back in her pocket and tried to find a way out. 

But with only one leg, she wasn't that quick. Keeper soon found her.

"Julie ? What are you doing here instead of resti-... What have you done ? 

- N-nothing ! 

- You are feeling guilty about something, I can tell... Are you the reason why Observer is searching my space up and down in anger ...? "

- I did nothing wrong ! 

- Please, let me be the judge of that... What did you do ? I am certain that there is a way to do this peacefu- 

- I-I didn't steal anything ! Leave me alone, I want to go !" 

Peacekeeper looked suprised. She could feel that Julie was stressed, panicking even, but couldn't exactly tell why and Observer would soon come around that part of the space. 

"Go ? To where ? Julie, please be reasonable, stay calm, everything will be fine ...

-NO" 

Julie was starting to actually panic now, for a reason she couldn't actually explain. She felt like she would get destroyed along with the tape if he did come close. A very irrational fear, as Keeper would likely not let Observer do any harm, but right now this wasn't a question of reason, for Julie's mind was racing with worse case scenarios, only adding to her current stressed mental state. Julie was now trying to crawl away from Keeper.

"Please, please let me go..." 

Keeper sighed, and would attempt to catch Julie with her ribbons. The pink ribbons gently wrapped around Julie's limbs, preventing her from moving further, while Keeper got closer again, ready to take the variant in her wings to comfort her. But Julie reacted quickly, way to quickly, and being held back only made the panick worse, as it would remind her of the shadow hands that once dismembered her friends. Julie felt trapped, in danger, and there was no way out of this. 

"Keeper... please...PLEASE " 

The rainbow monster looked at Peacekeeper, as the ribbons wrapped around her arm. What would be a little pain compared to freedom ? 

Julie looked back at Keeper, tears rolling down her face. 

"I said, LEAVE ME ALONE" 

And then... Julie pulled, ripping her own arm appart to escape. A few second later, and Julie teleported away, crawling in an other dimension far from here to escape, while Keeper screamed in surprise and horror. 

@stitchedragdoll

[sighs-deeply-and-dreadfully]

Could you write a wally x gn!reader where he comforts reader about an abusive ex-partner? It’s ok if you don’t want to! But I’m having a hard moment about this right now and wanted some comfort :c

Oh of course!! I’ve been in a similar situation myself— I really hope whatever’s going on calms down soon, and that you can rest! I hope all goes well, friend,, /g

Achey Comfort

Wally Darling x GN!Reader

Drabble Format, Relationship can be interpreted by the Reader (but intended with pre-established friendship at the very least)

It had been a rough day. It felt like all of it wouldn’t stop, to be honest. A constant suffocating guilt hung in the air, one you know you shouldn’t have— you shouldn’t feel guilty. You shouldn’t even feel bad right now, but here you are, thanks to.. well. You know.

You had tried to go on with your day, keeping peace of mind, but it was hard. It nagged at you, constantly, and before you realized it— you had been inside your house for the majority of the day. Which.. might spark concern, but you weren’t sure—

Until you heard a brisk knock on you door, in a specific rhythm.

One that Wally did.

And wooh, boy, was concern sparked.

Nervously, you approached the door and cracked it open— soon being met face to face with the soft spoken puppet. You could see the concern in his eyes, though he still seemed friendly and warm.

“Hello, neighbour!.. How are you, today?” He spoke tenderly, seeming to look you over a bit as he did. “What have you been up to?”

You babbled a bit, restraining yourself. You didn’t want to just dump your issues on him, that’d surely be inconsiderate— maybe..

He noticed as you drifted into silence, his concern only growing— though his voice remained the same. He never was very good with tones..

“Would.. you want to hang out, for a bit, friend?”

You somewhat buffered at the request, seeming to weigh your options— before briskly deciding to say yes. If it became too much, surely he’d understand why you might leave early.. maybe..

He smiled at your response, though, idly fiddling with the cuffs of his sleeves— though not due to being nervous, just idle movement.

“Okay.. Would you.. want to do something at home, or..?”

You said no. That air that hung in your home wouldn’t leave, you knew it, so— maybe getting some fresh air might help.. Wally soon nodded, stepping to the side a bit.

“Are you ready, or.. do you.. need a moment?”

With that, you quickly went off to get changed— and to tidy up, just a bit. And soon, you were back outside— met again with the puppet. You closed your door behind yourself, and quickly found yourself walking beside him into town.

“We.. could go get a treat, from Howdy’s, maybe.. does that.. sound good?”

.. was he.. trying to ice-cream your feelings better..??

Regardless, though, an agreement was made— and you two set off for Howdy’s shop. Once arriving, he’d hold the door open for you with a cheeky little smile, before seeming to softly laugh to himself. With that, you two began to look for treats— and he.. idly slid towards the freezer. With direct eye contact with you. Direct.

.. maybe he just wanted ice cream himself.

Regardless, though, you grabbed whatever treat(s) it is you liked, and paid for yourself— and waited for Wally near the door. When he re-appeared, he had.. uh? He had just.. an apple. But— but he went to the freezer—?.. Oh, whatever. He also paid for himself, and you two were on your way again. While you idly chewed on some of the food you had gotten, Wally just seemed to be cradling his apple in two hands.

In the silence, your mind began to wander again, causing a slight frown to twitch onto your face. The moment it did, Wally would soon hum— loudly.

“What next, neighbour?”

By now, the sun was near to when it’d begin to set. You began to rack your brain for what you could do in such little time before nightfall, but— Wally soon piped up with a suggestion.

“.. Would you.. like to have a sleep over?” He very clearly announced the space between the two words, though seemingly not intentionally. “Barnaby told me what they were.. It might be fun.”

Not really excited to go home, today, you soon agreed with a bit of hesitance. What about your clothes? Do you even have what you’d need to sleep? What if, what if— but Wally didn’t seem concerned. He soon just turned on his heel, and began to walk for Home, and you followed his lead. As you both marched, he’d begin to idly fill the silence with small, passing thoughts he’d speak aloud. He told you about his day, a bit, and how he had a new painting drying. He also told you how he thought the sky was pretty, today, and how he really liked the apple he had chosen at Howdy’s— which he proudly lifted up for emphasis. It filled the silence, which was nice, and he didn’t seem to mind your small acknowledgements. It’s not that you didn’t want to chat, you were just.. tired.

He understood. Or at least it felt like he did. He’d continue to softly ramble, although with large paces between his brief sentences, until you both arrived to Home. The house creaked a greeting to the both of you, which Wally returned via blowing a kiss and a drawn out “Hellooo, Homee..” And the house soon snagged Wally in what seemed to be a hug between the door and it’s frame.

“Home, we have.. a guest, for toniight..” He spoke happily, gesturing to you. Home seemed to give.. an appeased? Maybe excited? Squeak at you, and the door soon flung open.

“Ha ha ha!.. They’re welcoming you.. inside..”

Soon, you were both inside and setting up ‘camp’ in Wally’s living room. “Camp” consisted of a whole maul of blankets, pillows, and a poorly built fort out of the couch cushions. You two began to chat, do silly little sleepover things, until it had gotten a bit later. You both agreed to go to bed, but you were wide awake in your makeshift nest of blankets and plush. That feeling was back, nagging and fierce— like hot bile at the back of your throat. You wearily shut your eyes, just wanting a moment of peace, until Wally spoke up.

“Can you not sleep..? I can’t sleep..”

When you glanced over to him, you could see him laying on his back— though his eyes were angled on you, you could see the sheen of them in the dark.

“I think.. you’re sad.. Are you sad, friend?”

You don’t know why those words broke your dam. Soon, you were sat up, balled up a bit as you hugged one of the softer blankets around yourself. You let it out, all of it, in all the ways you could. Wally just sat beside you, nodding along, and rubbing your back. When you were done, and he was sure of it, he’d soeak.

“I.. figured something was wrong.. You just seemed.. down, today..” He gave a laugh, though it was tinged with a sort of soft concern, maybe sadness. “I thought distracting you.. might help,.. did it?”

You nodded— it did help, a bit, but.. well, the situation couldn’t be fixed with just distraction. But it helped you not lose your mind today, at least.. But what about tomorrow-? Or after that? What if—

He watched your lips purse and frown, and he soon shuffled a bit closer in an attempt to lull you out of your thoughts.

“Hey, hey.. it’s okay,.. you’re okay..” Smile softened with concern, he’d gently butt his head against your shoulder. “Just.. you’re here, okay?.. Just focus on here..”

You gave a sniffle, leaning into him— which seemed to prompt him to re-adjust the blanket loosely draped over your shoulders.

“I get.. that it’s hard.. I’m sure that’s stressful..”

You weren’t really sure what he was referring to, but you shut your eyes and listened anyways. His voice was soothing..

“.. but it’ll be okay, at.. least in time.. and you have all the.. time in the world, right now, okay..? This moment.. doesn’t have to end.. until you’re ready..”

“You’ll be okay..”

Hi!! I hope that helped <3 /p I would’ve gone more specific— but I don’t want to assume your situation, so I tried to leave it open, a little. I’m sorry if it was too vague-!! But I hope it helps regardless

Remember, you’re loved and cared for, friend! And if you ever need a place to vent, my messages are open-! Though I understand I’m a whole ass stranger, I still offer :]

I hope you have a lovely day!