#Murder on the Orient Express x reader

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Helena convincing Rudolph to go to sleep

Rudolph hadn't heard either of you enter his study. As his responsibilities as a diplomat focused more on the political side of things, his work mainly focused on research and drafting up reports about local development which meant lots of late nights. To not wake you and Helena up when he left in the early morning and came in late at night, he had taken to sleeping in his study. Setting himself on his recliner, he draped a blanket over himself and called it a night before doing the same thing all over again the next day.

But as much as his thoughtfulness was appreciated by the two of you, it didn't lessen how much you both missed him. You rarely saw him as he spent most of the time in the study. He didn't even leave for food as you and Helena had to bring it to him so that he could eat something before throwing himself back to his work.

But there was only so much you both could take before you and Helena had enough. This is why both of you had come up with a plan to bring Rudolph out of the study and have him finally get a good night of sleep.

Jumping when he felt a weight on his left shoulder, Rudolph turned his head and was met with the sight of Helena resting her head there as she wrapped her arms around the chair to give him a hug. He was about to speak when he suddenly felt something on his right shoulder. Turning to the right, he saw you as you also put your arms beside Helena's to hug him as well.

"Rudolph, come to the bedroom and sleep," Helena said, giving him a kiss on his cheek.

He feels you nod at her statement. "It's been weeks since you've slept well. You never leave this room. We miss you."

Grabbing your's and Helena's hands in his own, he presses a kiss to each of your palms, first Helena and then you. Rudolph lets out a sigh. "There is still much work to be done."

"But you won't get it done if you are not well-rested." Helena softly chides." Standing upright, Helena tugs at his hand and he makes a move to stand. She smiles when she sees him do so. Taking the lead, she begins guiding you both toward your guys' bedroom.

[ghnaim24]

To my fellow Willem Dafoe simps and writers I have some ideas/requests from some of his characters if anyone is interested in writing them. It would make me the happiest person in the world please 🙏😁

The following ideas/requests below:

For Joe Cribbens from Dead for a Dollar the reader is Max Borland’s daughter and is a hunter like her father but more young, beautiful and kind. When she meets the infamous Joe Cribbens in prison he is smitten by her.

For Bobby from The Florida Project I’ve had this idea in my head that the female reader is young and works as a maid at the motel and watches over the kids sometimes and that Bobby appreciates how hardworking she is. They have a crush on each other and end up confessing their feelings to each other and it leads to smut (if you are comfortable with that).

For Raven from Streets of Fire I was thinking that Raven x female reader where he kidnaps the reader who is opposite of him sweet kind and understanding and wears cute dresses. He takes her back to his gang’s hideout and within time they grow romantic feelings for each other and it turns into smut.

For Vance from The Loveless like Streets of Fire the female reader is opposite of him. She is a regular at the diner in the beginning of the film always reading and drinking a milkshake and when Vance enters and both set eyes for each other it’s love at first sight/opposites attract. They get to know each and as the reader hangs out with him and his friends for the day, it becomes to much that they can’t keep their hands off each other leading to smut.

For The Writer from The Night and The Moment I was thinking that the female reader is like Belle from Beauty and the Beast who loves to read and is opposite to all the other women from the film. The Writer becomes intrigued by her and tries to charm but she keeps pushing him away and eventually falls in love with her. You can include smut if you like to this one.

For The Electritian from Basquiat the female readers power goes out in her apartment and is in need of an electrician. When he comes over to fix the readers power it’s love at first sight. As he is fixing her power they get to know each other and he eventually asks the reader out for a date maybe to an art gallery and when they come back to readers apartment they make love to each other.

For John Geiger from Speed 2 on the cruise he sees the female reader from a distance with her family who is cute and innocent and becomes enchanted by her. During the heist he kidnaps her and they are able to escape with the diamonds to an island and it turns to a Stockholm Syndrome relationship.

For the Prison Guard (whatever you want to name him) from Cry-Baby the female reader is a cute and sweet nurse at the prison and she has a crush on the Prison Guard. While she is treating a prisoner from a fight the prisoner tries to hurt the reader but the Prison Guard comes to save her like a knight in shining armor. After the incident she confesses her feelings for him and he returns the same feelings to her.

For Klaus from Life Aquatic of Steve Zissou I was thinking that the female reader works with Jane as a photographer. When they meet with the Zissou crew at the beach in the night it’s pretty much love at first sight for Klaus when he sees the reader. And as her and Jane travel with the crew their relationship starts to develop into more romantic

For Barillo from Once Upon A Time In Mexico the readers father has a debt to pay him back but doesn’t have the money. He decides to visit the mansion along with the reader who is sweet, innocent and shy to tell Barillo he can’t pay him back, but once Barillo sets his eyes on the reader he knows how her father can pay him back by letting him marry his daughter/reader.

For Earl in Animal Factory the female reader is sent to prison for a crime she didn’t commit but it was actually her sister. But because she loves her family so much she decides to take her place. After the trial she is taken to the male prison instead of the female one because their is no more room for her. When she gets to the male prison where Earl is at because she is the only female she is harassed by the other inmates. Once Earl sets his eyes on the reader him and his crew do everything they can to protect and make her feel comfortable. As time goes by Earl and reader become more involved with each other and eventually she is moved from her solo cell to the cell where Earl is in.

For Dick McMahon from The Last Thing He Wanted the reader is a home nurse and is taking care of Dick that they start to fall in love with each during their time together.

For Gerhard Hardman from Murder on the Orient Express the reader is an artist/dancer and is on board the train where she meets Gerhard in there shared quarters. It’s love at first sight and during the journey they get to know each other and before they depart they decide to stay together.

For John Petty from Out of the Furnace the female reader is the younger sister of the Baze brothers very sweet, kind and has a crush on John. When she hears her brother is fighting for money again she heads to John office to please help her brother and when he agrees to help her, the reader kisses John that they end up confessing their feelings to each other.

For George Deckert from XXX State of the Union the reader is the president’s daughter and Deckert is both obsessed and possessive of her that his plan is to have her all to himself once his plan is succeeded.

I know this is probably a lot to ask for. I don’t expect all of these to be written, but I just wanted to put my thoughts out there. I would love if at least some of them were written but I know that’s not up to me. I apologize if I sound very demanding. I also apologize if some of these ideas/requests sound lame lol 😆.

[honeykaes]

inside/out

wriothesley x convict!reader II 2.6k

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, convict!reader,  fingering, squirting, marking, biting, piercings, rough sex, hate sex, office sex, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, creampie, you and wriothesley are exes, angst, degradation, domestic disputes, set in fontaine before the traveler comes, fontaine plot points references, discussions of legal systems and injustice, mention of drugs, discussion of murder, open ending for interpretation, unedited

synopsis: you swore that you would leave the fortress of meropide when your sentence was done. And when you do, your relationship with wriothesley sours as your two break up. Five years later, you're shocked to end up right back in the iron prison where he’s there waiting for you.

The world seemed so distant to you. The whispering throughout sounded as if it were an untuned violin as they lapped up the drama they so desperately craved in their lives. The Oratrice Mécanique D'analyse Cardinale clicked in the irritating orchestra about to come up with its verdict. 

The lawyer next to you fumbled with his papers with a look of shame and defeat in his eyes. Out of everyone in this room, you felt for him. He would surely bounce back with the next chum in your position.

The loud smacking of a cane caused the whispering to dissipate as you finally lifted your head up to witness the Iudeux of Fontaine.His eyes seemed heavy with sorrow. This wasn’t the first time you had witnessed this expression directed at you. Your eyes flickered to your God, Furina yawning as she whispered something to herself in her boredom.

 You can’t help feeling irked at her expression; at all of their expressions.

Why were these people allowed to judge you? 

The only answer you could find was justice was only for the privileged lucky, and you clearly had run out of it.

The contraption glowed, as Neuvillette collected your sentence.

“Under Article D of the Fontainian Code of Law, you are found guilty of fraud. Under Article J of Fontainian Law, you are found guilty of tax evasion…” he rambled on as you bit your lip.

It seemed that the rumors were right, after all. Most people who come out of the Fortress of Meropide find themselves right back in.

”And finally you are guilty of 1st degree murder of your former business partner, Henry Maugham. As a result, you will be serving a life sentence at the Fortress of Meropide,” Neuvillette announced.

You couldn’t help chuckling, covering your mouth from the cruel smile on your face. The whispering sparked once more, heavy eyes judging every movement you made. You finally lifted your hand away, smiling at the judge, but your eyes remained cold on Neuvillette’s somber ones

”Glad to see you never change, Monsieur."

The Melusine officers escorted you down to the Meropide, with only a small sack of clothes you were allowed to bring. From the photos, to the pat downs, it all seemed nostalgic to you. How many familiar faces would you see? You assumed quite a few.

This underwater prison you desperately wanted to escape from in the past, would be your sole future.

Finally finished with orientation, you threw your sack on your assigned bed sitting down, looking down on the steel ground.  With the bed squeaking, your roommates whisper, feeling the heavy air as they make their escape and let you have some space.  

Just as you sigh, thankful to have the room briefly to yourself to process, credit coupons hovered in your view as you looked up to see a tiny girl. Her long ear twitched in anticipation, ruby eyes gleaming at you, but at the same time, held pity in them.

”It’s nice to see you again. I really thought I wouldn’t have the opportunity once you left five years ago,” she chimed, brushing a bit of her baby blue hair.You looked at the tickets trying to give it back to her silently but she puffed her cheeks and shook her head.

”No! Think about it like this; this is for all the birthdays I missed,” she reasoned. You sighed, moving to massage the headache threatening to form.

-”...Sigwienne…why are you here? I’m sorry but-”

”Don’t apologize!” she interrupted, ears slightly drooping. “I, of all people, knew how much you wanted to get out. I-I’m here because the Duke wanted to see you.”

”No.”

”Please! I thought you wouldn’t be mad at him anymore,” she pleaded as eyes blew wide, pleading.Your gaze grew more bitter: 

“So he sent you to soften the blow or some shit,” you grunted. Sigwienne furrowed her eyebrows in disappointment before you clicked your tongue catching your mistake.

”Sorry…language. I know…” you muttered. Your eyes looked up to see a guard at the door, glaring down at you. It seems she was the nice “cop” and if you kept refusing her, he would get involved. You turn back to Sigwienne’s pleading gaze.

”Fine. Lead the way…” you grumbled getting up from your place. Sigwienne smiled, clasping her tiny hand with yours. 

”Off we go then!”

The only solace Sigwienne gave was a timid smile, waving as the door to the Duke’s office closed, leaving you with a man you haven’t seen in five years.

Your former boyfriend. Honestly, the man you naively thought you’d have happily ever after with.

He took a sip of tea before sighing, throwing papers on his desk as he leaned into his chair that creaked from the shifting weight. His hair was the same, black with odd streaks of gray hair he always had. He had a few new piercings on his ears though. 

”In all these years, I didn’t think I’d see your face again,” he murmured.Your jaw tense and eyes narrowed. His voice seemed as irritating as he’s ever been.

“You think I wanted you to see your sorry ass again, Wriothelsey?” you barked back. -He clicked his tongue, rolling his icy eyes.

 “I can see you’re not over our breakup..” he grumbled, drumming his fingers on the desk. You crossed your eyes, looking down with him with all the defiance you could muster up.

”If that’s what you want to call you being a selfish prick, sure,” you replied back.Wriothesley's nostrils flared but he didn’t spout any insults back.

”I thought you said you wanted to change for the better,” he asked, grabbing a file and holding it up. Of course he knew everything. He knew the second you were preparing to dive down to the Meropide.

”I did and I was. As if I wanted to come down here again. You know that out of everyone! But, I forgot something, people are cruel. And now, I’m stuck here for the rest of my life,” you raised your hands out, proclaiming loudly.

”...Just like you wanted.”

”I did not want that and you know it!” he shouted. It seemed his temper had started to reflect out. Tension was thick in the air as you laughed.

”Oh, right. My mistake. No you wanted to stay in this shithole and be the king of it, how could I forget? Your heart only had room for one person—the Meropide— not me!”

He rose from his seat, face beginning to go red in anger.

”Don’t! I’m not playing this game with you! You know how much I loved you. I loved you so much but you knew there’s nothing out there for me.”

Nails dug in your palms hearing his response as your emotions were beginning to get to you. 

 “Well you would have made something with ME out there!” you yelled, tears beginning to weld in your eyes. You turned away, wiping your tears and shuttered. You felt embarrassed being right in the same position as you were when the two of you first broke up and crying in front of him again after years.

”...I wanted us to build a new life together. Our sentences finished at the same time. You could have left with me, but you didn’t,” you whispered, angrily wiping your face. Silence fell the both of you besides your occasional sniffle and his heavy footsteps walking closer to you.

-”...And I wanted us to build a new life together here. But I wasn’t going to stop you from getting out of the Meropide.”

A frustrated grunt ripped from you as you couldn’t hold your irritation anymore. You marched to him, glaring at his form towering over you. 

To your surprise, he leaned down and kissed you. And shocking you both, you kissed him back with just as much fervor. 

”Selfish. Blockheaded. Smug dick--” you stammered out  among the heated kisses, claiming your lips with every second. Nibbling on your bottom lip, his tongue darted in your parted mouth as you threw your arms around his shoulder. His kiss was of the familiar taste of Earl Grey you remembered he was so fond of.

“Moody, Frustrating, Manipulative asshole,” he grunted back. Article after article of clothing, fell on the floor as you fell onto his couch with a plop. Your hands ran across his firm stomach and chest.You gasped feeling his large palm cup against your sex.

”Still wearing the same underwear I smuggled in for our anniversary. I see you’re still a cheapskate or are you just sentimental?” he grunted  in your ear. His finger firmly brushed across your clit, pleasure soon beginning to reverberate throughout  your lower form. You groan, hitting his toned thigh.

”Shut the fuck up!”

Wriothesley slid your panties down until they caught on your ankle as his fingers glided along the bare cunt. He rubbed your clit with his calloused thumb.

”I see you still have rough ass hands,” you chimed. Wriothesley rolled his eyes, before chuckling.

”Yet you can’t get enough of them as always” he shot back. Fingers slowly sank inside of you as you threw your head back. His digits curled and stretched you out, tenderly pumping at a decent pace as you squirmed under his touch.

His hips bucked slightly against your thigh where you could feel how hard his cock was, desperately pressed against his gray slacks.He hitched your legs over his broad shoulders as he nibbled your inner thighs—leaving a wake of discolored marks and soft bite marks.

”Fuck! Fuck!”you whined out, hands shooting out to pull his soft hair. Your legs caved in closer to his cheeks as he pumped his faster.

He leaned in, letting his tongue brush against your clit as it was the last thing to push you over. Back arched, fluid spraying from you as he continually lapped at your overstimulated cunt as the liquid made a mess of his face and the couch. 

As your body fell, breath heavy from your high, his fingers pulled out of you—walls unconsciously tightening, wishing they would stay. Satisfied with your fucked out expression, he smirked wiping his hand with his chin from your fluids. You narrow your eyes at him, watching him swirl his tongue around cleaning his fingers that were coated in your essence.

”Your face, it’s pissing me off,” you grunted. Wriothesley briefly laughed. Your heart fluttered momentarily. You hated how much you missed it.

“Said the person who squirted on my face. Been a long time hasn’t it, hm?” he teased. You glared before his eyes softened to something genuine.

”..Yeah, me too.”

He sat on his couch, shifting his pants down as his cock slapped on his lower stomach

He stroked his length as it pulsated in his grip. Every once and a while, a wavering moan left his lips. It seemed he had a new piercing too.

A Prince Albert piercing, glinting from the light and precum budding at his flushed tip.You shifted your hips, contemplating if you should go to the next step of someone that was your ex, but seeing him shutter, muffling his mouth and hearing your name was the push you needed.

”Fuck I missed you inside of me,” you groaned, kissing him. You hovered over his cock lining yourself up before sinking down. His hands found their way to the globe of your ass, grabbing the mounds tightly before you managed to reach his hilt.

”Like old times…” he whispered  out, hazy lust gazing over his eyes.

”Just like it…” you moaned.

His pace was relentless as you called out his name. His jaw was clenched, watching your slick dripped down your thighs and his cock as he continued to slam you down on it. Your whole body jumped, as his hips moved up to meet him pulling you down his cock.

”I missed you so fucking much. Your smile. Your voice…fuck your scent. I couldn’t sleep properly for months when you left.” he groaned. 

”I-I couldn’t either…fuck! There! Right there!!” you yelled out. HIs cock continued to press against your soft walls, hitting the spot that caused your voice to reach higher and higher, stomach churning as you almost hit your release.

“ ‘Thesley,” you cried out, nails harpooning into his back as you brought him closer to you. Your body shuttered, walls quivering and tightening. He clenched his jaw, having a harder time bouncing you on his cock.

”...I still fucking love you!” Wriothesley grunted, sinking his teeth into your neck. With one final rough thrust— his hips faltered—as thick ropes of cup jet out and inside of you. He slowly thrusted, moving to try to nurse down his high.

You shifted your neck, leaning his chin up before you kissed him once more. 

For a second, just for a second, it was like you never left him. That you two were still together.That you were in your early twenties, dumb and in love.

Wriothesley broke the kiss first as your fantasy was briefly shattered. His eyes were soft but clearly searching for something within yours. 

“...You still never told me why you are back here,” he replied. You groaned, and rolled your eyes pushing his face away as he grunted. You rose from him, his cum and your slick drooling from your hole before you went to grab your panties and put them back on.

Wriothesley merely sighed, lifting his boxers and pants back on. 

”...I was framed,” you admitted, putting your bra on. Just as Wriothesley was about to put his shirt on, he looked up in shock.

”What”

”Out there, I owned a small cute cafe. You know the one I always talked about based on a beloved classic, Les Aventures d’Alice au Pays des Merveilles,” you chuckled to yourself, recalling reading it to Sigwienne with Wriothesley at times. 

“ I didn’t have funds. Who would fund an ex-convict, y’know. But I met Henry, the aristocrat who promised my dreams. I thought things were going well until I discovered he had used the business as a front to sell absinthe.” You looked down, finally buttoning your shirt on and looking at Wriothesley’s somber face.

“He tried to kill me, I killed him first.”

Wriothelsey briefly closed his eyes processing the information before buttoning his own shirt.

“..But you know this country more than anyone else. He had power after death, and I was pinned with the crime by his frustrated associates,” you whispered, adjusting your color to hide the marks you knew Wriothesley left.

“I can help. We can catch them and get you back--” 

“There’s no point.” you sighed, but smiled. You chuckled humorlessly, walking to the door to his office. You clenched the handle, your back turned to hide your expression. 

Your real expression.

”I guess I wasn’t meant to be out there after all."

[cherrycherrylady2024]

Christmas with the Grimes'

Christmas with the Grimes'

(Dilf! Rick Grimes x reader) Word count: 1,945

Warnings: 18+, descriptions of dilfs? This one is pretty tame tbh

Chapter 1: Mr. Grimes

Packing your bags for winter break, you thanked your lucky stars you had somewhere to call home for the next month and a half. There was the option of staying in the dorms but you came to terms with the fact that that would simply be too sad. Plus you certainly couldn’t go back to your parent's house, you hadn’t spoken to those two since the day you graduated high school. You were finally well and truly on your own. College was everything you had dreamed it would be. Partially thanks to Judith, your roommate, for dragging you out of the dorm that first week of school. 

You purposely picked the earliest move-in date and had already been living in the dorm for two weeks before Judith even arrived. You tried your best to spruce it up with what little decor you had and sat wringing your hands all day for this girl to appear. With random roommate assignments who knew what you’d be getting? When the door began to open with a click! of the handle, your stomach dropped to your toes, but the second Judith walked in you knew everything would be okay. She immediately ran over to you and almost knocked you over with a bear hug. She was the sunshine that brought you out of your shell, and you two were BFFs since that very day. When she invited you to stay with her family over winter break, it was nearly impossible to say no. 

~~~

“C’mon y/n we’d have so much fun! I can show you around my town, I mean what little there is to see, but still! We can go ice skating, watch movies, have snowball fights with my brother- plus my dad makes some seriously fucking good eggnog.” Judith chatted into your ear as you were finishing up your last essay for finals. You sighed and pushed away from your desk, rubbing your eyes. This paper would be the death of you, especially with Judith's distractions. “That all sounds great, really, but wouldn’t it be an imposition on you guys? I mean Christmas is kinda special and I don’t want to be intruding on your-” Judith cuts you off. “Please intrude! We do the same stuff every year, it gets sooo boring. Anyways, I’ll miss you too much, so I’m not really asking at this point.” Judith plops on her bed and opens her laptop. “This is a kidnapping now?” you ask. Judith types furiously on her computer, “For the greater good. You can’t sit here and mope for the next month and a half, that’s too depressing.” She pauses for a second, staring at her laptop screen. “Is an 8 am train too early?” 

You sigh, and lean back, stretching, mulling it over for a moment.

 “Way, way, too early,” you say.

Judith looks up at you and smiles.

~~~

So here you were, bags packed and ready to go. You two took the bus to the Amtrak station and boarded easy-peasy. “Y’know, I always thought train travel would be like Murder on the Orient Express, but this is like… shanking on the shitty express,” you remarked as you examined the stained seat, shabby carpeting, and… let’s just say, unusual fellow passengers. You quickly corrected yourself, “I mean- not to sound ungrateful or anything.” Judith rolled her eyes in agreement, “Believe me this isn’t my first choice either. It’s only a four-hour drive, if my dad would let me bring my truck up we wouldn’t have to-” she was interrupted by the train starting up. It began to slowly peel away from the station. “Here we go!” you exclaimed, surprising yourself with how oddly excited you felt. Judith yawned, shifting in her seat. “I should’ve gone with the noon train, even 10 am feels like the crack of dawn.”

20 minutes later you were bored as hell and Judith was fast asleep, snoring every once in a while. Your phone had spotty service as it was, but now going through the countryside it was virtually impossible to do anything. You occupied yourself by looking out of the window. When that got boring you too tried to close your eyes, but Judith's snores were becoming increasingly loud. You looked at her and contemplated throwing goldfish into her half-opened mouth, but decided against it. 

Studying her for a little, you concluded that she looked a lot like her dad, from the one time you met him. 

It was the day Judith moved in.

~~~

Judith pulled away from the hug, “Y/n, right? I’m Judith. It’s so nice to meet you! I like your energy already,” she held your hands as she said this. “That's so sweet of you, you too!” you responded. “And this is my– dad come on!” Judith turned to the door, ushering in her father. The man was balancing two large moving boxes, labeled aptly as Judith’s shit, which obscured his face. “Jesus Judith, what’s in here? Boulders?” He shuffled over and plopped down the two boxes on the twin bed across from yours, breathing out in a huff. “Just my rock collection.” Judith teased. Her father wiped his face and turned to you, making a clack sound in his cowboy boots, “Nice to meet ya, m’Rick” he said, extending his hand to you. 

You froze.

Damn. 

He was handsome. 

You didn’t typically use that word to describe guys. They were always “cute” or “hot,” but this wasn’t a guy: this was a man, and he was fucking handsome. His skin was a little bit bronzed from the summer sun, and you immediately found your mind wandering to where those tan lines might end. Rick's hair was dark brown, thick, and pushed back, ending in perfect curls. You were instantly enraptured by his stunningly blue eyes. How do eyes that blue even exist? Rick had a strong and direct gaze, and you got the feeling that from one look, he could know all about you. Was it crazy to say he had a sexy nose too? You had never liked facial hair until this day. This was nothing like the scraggly high school mustaches you were accustomed to. Rick had a short, slightly salt-and-pepper, beard that perfectly accentuated his high cheekbones. His voice was deep and rough, with a sexy southern drawl that you clocked immediately. He wore a plain white t-shirt which, due to the August heat, stuck to him in just the right places. 

Damn. 

The dark blue jeans fit him perfectly, paired with a black belt cluttered by loops and pouches, what for? You weren't sure. The only thing you could identify on the belt was the gun holster, and the revolver snugly clasped in it. 

You took all this in in the few seconds he had turned to you. His hand was still outstretched when you came to.

“Oh- hi Mr. Grimes, I’m y/n.” You shook his hand gently in a daze. His hands were warm, a little rough, and covered yours completely when he brought the other one on top. “Nice to meetcha y/n. And just Rick is fine.”

Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick. Rick.

You nodded your head fervently and withdrew from the handshake. You did your best to act normal but your eyes drifted straight back down his body to the revolver. Judith had already made herself busy unpacking, and didn’t even need to turn around to know what you must be wondering, “Dad I told you to leave your gun in the truck, it freaks people out.” She turned back to the both of you, holding a teddy bear, “Don’t worry y/n he’s not in the mafia or something, that’d be way too cool for him.” Rick shook his head with a smile, his hand on his hip, “How do ya know I’m not?” Judith moved swiftly past him, grabbing something from his belt. “Hey!” Rick laughed. She tossed it to you and upon catching it, you turned it over in your hands. It was a shiny gold sheriff's deputy badge. 

Officer Rick Grimes.

Damn.

You chuckled lightly and handed it back to him, your fingers brushing his, as Judith entered the bathroom with a box labeled shower shit. “Don’t let your mob buddies see that badge,” you teased. Rick smiled (Damn.) and put it back in his belt pocket, “Thanks for the tip.” 

Judith emerged from the bathroom, “Dinner?”

The dinner was unfortunately quick, mostly Judith talked and you listened. Rick chimed in now and again but it was more for you two roommates to get to know each other. You couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Rick throughout the dinner. You watched as his muscles flexed in his forearms, studied when he’d crack a smile, and nearly swooned when he leaned back and swept a hand through his hair, his arm outstretched on the booth behind Judith.

It was like he was magnetic. Every time you looked away you felt a calling for more. You shook the feeling as best you could and focused on Judith. You found out she had a younger brother, Carl, who was a bit of a troublemaker. Through mouthfuls of pasta, Judith put it bluntly that their mom had passed away years ago. "I'm sorry to hear that," you responded. You glanced at Rick for a reaction, finding nothing. You told Judith about your family, sugar-coating some of the details as you swirled your pasta around, not making eye contact. She seemed to catch on fast and didn’t pry. You already liked that about her.

After paying for dinner, and you thanking him profusely, Rick escorted the two of you back to your dorm building. He gave Judith a bear hug goodbye, “I wish I could stay longer sweetheart but I gotta get up early in the mornin’.” He looked over to you and winked “Mafia stuff.” You smiled (oh my god) back as Judith pulled away. “It’s alright, I’ll see ya at parent's weekend pops!” She kissed him quickly on the cheek and headed towards the stairwell to the dorms. Rick chuckled, then shrugged his shoulders and looked to you, “She’s keepin' it all inside.” He said, patting his heart. You laughed, “I’m sure.” Judith yelled to you from the door, “C’mon y/n we gotta lot of catchin’ up to do!” You turned back to Rick, “Thank you so much again for dinner. It was nice meeting you, Mr. Grimes.” He clasped a hand down on your shoulder (fuck). “No problem, you girls be good now, ya hear?” He leaned down closer to you, whispering, “Don’t let her drive you crazy”. You titter nervously, a little overzealous, as he pulls away. Oh my god Oh my god Oh my god.

You could smell his cologne. Or maybe it was just him. A rich, woodsy, musk that you wanted to stuff your face into.

“I heard that Dad!” Rick spun on his heel and began walking away, his hands in his deputy jacket pockets. “Goodnight girls.” You watched him walk away for a moment, then followed after Judith.

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That was nearly 5 months ago, and the last time you’d seen Rick Grimes. You didn’t have a crush per se, I mean, he was a grown man and you were….…well, technically of age, but it would be weird, right? Right??

I mean maybe it's not so bad if- NO. You need to snap out of it. You hadn’t even thought about him (much) the whole semester, but the notion of seeing him again gave you butterflies that you desperately tried to squash. He is your best friend's dad for god's sake. Not that anything would ever happen, but there was no reason to make things weird for yourself in your own mind. He’s Judith's dad, and he just so happens to be good-looking, nothing more nothing less.

Well- really good-looking. And funny too. Very charming. But nonetheless your best friend's dad! 

A dilf and your best friend's dad. 

This was going to be a long winter break.

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notes: ahhhhhhh! ok so this is my first fic ever and I already have a few more chapters written and planned so lmk what you think! All comments, reposts, etc. are very much appreciated <3 stay tuned for more!

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I LITERALLY ADORE YOUR WRITING!!! since drabble requests are open what do u think abt dark!neil lewis x reader. hes a harmless loser but,,, theres always an incel hidden in the filmbro crowd!!

you're so right for this omfg

warnings: dark/noncon, nice guy/incel vibes, touch of misogyny

"Why won't you just give me chance?" he laughed, but the anger in his voice wasn't very well-hidden.

"I-I told you Neil, I don't feel that way about you," you promised.

"It's because of that brainless, jock boyfriend of yours, isn't it?" he assumed, and you rolled your eyes. "'Cause I'm so much better for you than him! God, why do great girls always go for such assholes?"

"He's not an asshole, Neil-- just because you don't like him doesn't mean--"

"You told me he was a dick!" Neil reminded you.

"I told you he was being a dick, once," you corrected, "because I thought you were my friend and that I could trust you to not be weird if I vented to you!"

He stepped closer to you, and your heartrate picked up a little bit. "C'mon, stop trying to deny it," Neil pleaded, "I know you feel this, too. That night you came over and we watched Murder on the Orient Express? Don't tell me you didn't notice the chemistry."

"Neil," you sighed, "we're just--"

He grabbed you, making you yelp as he pinned you to the wall. "Don't fucking say that," he begged. "Don't say we're just friends again, it's driving me crazy. You know we're more than that."

You looked at him as your heart raced, realizing what he was about to do and that you were helpless to stop him. He kissed you suddenly, breathing in deeply through his nose-- you could tell that in his head, it was some great romantic gesture that would convince you to fall for him, but you just shut your eyes tight and tried to turn your face away.

He grabbed your jaw and forced you to keep kissing him, pulling your hips closer to his until you whimpered as you felt him getting hard against you. "Fuck," he sighed, "I know you want this. You don't need to be afraid, okay? I won't tell your boyfriend."

"Neil, don't," you whined, "please-- you wouldn't really..."

"If this is what it takes to make you realize we're meant for each other," he breathed, "yeah, I would. Don't worry, baby, you're gonna like this."

[totesnothere04]

I Found You Pt.3

Grace Augustine x Male!Avatar!Sully!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, gifs, or screenshots.

Warnings: Fighting, death, angst, murder?? justice?? I guess it depends on your point of view on things.

Part 2

Nearly a full year later you were escorting the kids to school the way you do every day they have class. Sylwanin and Tsu'tey were walking side by side, while Neytiri ran, jumped, and climbed with her friends. You felt an emotion you had never experienced flutter in your stomach, but you shook your head reminding yourself that it would probably never happen to you and Grace to have children together. She is a scientist too focused on studying the world around her to welcome a child into the universe. While you were a bit more grounded, and family-oriented, and you thought more about regular things. Like which one of these kids would win the next game of tag.

When you finally reached Grace's school you hadn't even realized Sylwanin had disappeared from the group and Tsu'tey had started conversing with one of his friends. When you walked in Neytiri and her friends grouped together and watched with anticipation as you leaned over and gave Grace a quick kiss. The group of girls started to giggle and some even started talking to eachother excitedly.

"Oh? You think that me loving my mate is funny?" You ask playfully and Neytiri immediately recognized the tone of your voice.

"No!" She immediately giggled out as she took off running and you chased after her. When you finally caught up to her you started tickling her sides and she squirmed and laughed, fighting to get out of your grasp. Tsu'tey and the others had become accustomed to the two of you play fighting and laughed along with the two of you.

Unbeknownst to you, Grace was watching with a fond expression on her face. Her thoughts of starting a family with you only increased at the spectacle infront of her.

"Okay, okay. Break it up you two." Grace says with a chuckle and she takes her place infront of the older kids. You went over to the younger kids and started your usual day of keeping them entertained while Grace taught.

Your ears perked when you heard distant shouting, the beating of hooves, and the tale-tell sign of heavy machinery. Tsu'tey noticed it as well and became just as alert as you. You hush the small children and climb up into the rafters to see who is approaching from a small opening at the top of the building. You see Sylwanin and some of her teenage friends coming toward the school fast and behind them were RDA forces.

"Everyone get down!" You call out and the older kids who know how to speak English drop to the floor, but Grace goes to the little ones and gets them down. You drop down from the rafters just as Sylwanin and her friends run into the school.

"Sylwanin! What happened?" You ask her quickly, but you don't have time to get an answer since shots start being fired at the school. You grab Sylwanin, pull her down, and shield her with your body. When the shooting stops you slowly get up and look around. Tsu'tey is holding his ear and blood seeps through his fingers.

"Grace... check on Tsu'tey." You tell her and she does as asked. You look back down at Sylwanin and your blood runs cold. "Oh my god..." You say and immediately put pressure on her bullet wound. "Sylwanin, just keep your eyes open. Listen to me okay?"

Her eyes blink rapidly and her breathing becomes labored. She looks up at you and you can see her accepting her fate, as the life fades from her eyes. You tried to wake her up to no avail and you nolonger felt like you were in your body. Like you weren't on Pandora anymore.

Distant gunshots are heard and you look up to see a group of kids hiding in the remains of what was once their home, an orphanage. You got up quickly and ran over to them ushering them away to a safer place, killing any enemy that you crossed paths with.

You snap out of whatever trance you're in when you get thrown. You shake off your shock and get to your feet. When you look around you see many RDA soldiers lying dead or injured on the floor. Only a few on foot still stood and the other 4 were in exo-suits. You saw Grace standing in the doorway of the school looking shocked and the kids behind her. With the attention being on you, you decide to take off, luring the rest of the soldiers away from the school. Away from the kids... Away from Grace.

After you're sure you lost them you call for your ikran and fly off to Hometree. When you land you make your way down to Eytukan who takes notice of you immediately and Mo'at starts looking over you for injuries.

"Tsu'tey told us what happened... That you turned on the demons and protected the children." Eytukan says and you nod.

"It's true, Eytukan." You tell him out of breath and Mo'at ushers you into the healers area.

"Tsu'tey and a few others are on their way to your base in the mountains." Mo'at says and you look at her confused. "Grace gave him your location. He is on his way to get you so that you may become one of our people permanently." Mo'at says and waves a small leaf under your nose, and you pass out shortly after.

You get out of your link pod as fast as you can and grab an exo-pack. You turn to Grace who's watching you sadly and you give her a quick hug. She sniffles a few times but ultimately backs away from you after a moment.

"You need to go. There's no telling when they'll realize it was you." Grace says and you nod. You pull her in for a kiss and back away hesitantly. "Go... I'll be okay, and I'll let them know what happened." Grace says and you nod.

"I love you." You say emotionally.

"I love you too." Grace says and you turn and walk out of the airlock after putting on your exo-pack. Tsu'tey lands his ikran and helps you onto its back, then takes off in flight into the night.

When you get back into Hometree you feel weird being so short compared to everyone else. When you get down to the bottom Mo'at and Eytukan have the entire clan gathered as they speak about what transpired earlier in the day. They take the time to announce Neytiri as the next Tsahík and Tsu'tey keeps his eyes to the ground. Not wanting to look up to see any looks of pity. They announce Sylwanin's burial to be in the morning and you sigh sadly.

"Tomorrow during eclipse we will be performing a ceremony to allow (Y/n) to become one of the People." Mo'at says with finality and she turns and walks away with Eytukan following shortly behind her.

The next day felt like torture. Nobody truly wanted to get too close, and you couldn't bug Grace like you usually do... You felt like you were stuck in a moment that had long passed, long before you were on Pandora. Until Mo'at and a few other healers came and told you it was time. The ride to the Tree of Souls felt like it took forever, though that was probably because you were riding on the back of Mo'ats pali. Everything on this moon was really far too big for human use. Eventually Mo'at feared you would fall from her pali and moved you to sit infront of her. Which you are man enough to say felt a little embarrassing, especially since her mate was right infront of you.

When you arrived to the Tree of Souls Mo'at guided you off to the side and started removing your clothing. You stuttered as she did so because it felt far too intimate to let a mated woman undress you.

"M- woah uh Mo'at why-" She didn't allow you to finish speaking.

"Eywa must beable to touch your entire body... Be warned (Y/n) Sulí... You must pass through the Eye of Eywa and return, but you are strong. I can sense it." Mo'at says and her skin of her brows pushed together in confusion from the sight of your scars. "Your own people did this to you?"

"Not my people... I fought in a war back on Earth and I was shot in battle." You clarified for her and she frowned. She didn't ask anymore questions as she draped vines to cover your lower body. Once again you felt awkward as she did because as a human you were well endowed, but to their standards...

"Come." Is all Mo'at says as she leads you through the gathered clan. They had all gathered around the tree sitting in a pattern, their tswins all attached to the ground behind them. They were chanting quietly and a few different male members of the clan carried your avatar to the base of the tree. They laid him down in the fetal position and Mo'at took her place on the highest part of the roots infront of your avatar. Neytiri gave your back a gentle push to join your avatar and you did so. You laid down in same position and just as Mo'at started leading the chanting your eyes closed. After a moment the darkness gave way to bright light and you blinked in surprise.

"(Y/n) Sulí, I have expected you for a long time." An omniscient voice says from amongst the bright light.

"What do you mean?" You ask confused.

"I have expected you... As I expect all of my children." The voice says and you cock your head to the side. "Many of my children do not reside within the Na'vi... They are within your human scientists. For many must be born blind to see properly."

"But... why me?" You finally ask after a few moments of shock. "I'm just a marine."

"You are important for the survival of my children. You will not understand today or anytime soon, but will know when the time comes." It says.

"So, you are Eywa?" You ask and you feel a nudge on your back forcing you to step forward. You continue walking forward since that what they seem to want.

"Yes. I am Eywa the Great Mother." She finally says after moments of silence.

"So you are real." You say amazed.

"I am, and I have watched over you and your brothers for your entire lives. You have never been alone." She says and a round-ish portal looking thing from those games that Jake and Tommy used to play comes into view. "Pass through my eye, and return to your rightful body. But, I have a request."

"I, uh, have never spoken to an all-knowing deity so I have no idea what to say." You admit and there's a rumble around you, almost like a laugh.

"There is an abandoned human base close to Hometree. Go there and get it to work. The future happiness of two of my children relies on it." She says and you nod.

"Yes, I can do that. What-" You stop as you get right infront of the portal thing. "What about Grace? My mate. She's still in the human base. Will she ever get to join me?" You receive no answer as you feel a hard shove to your back and you're sent through the portal.

Your eyes open almost immediately after and you hear the joyous laughter belonging to Neytiri.

"He did it, Sa'nu! He came back!" Neytiri says to Mo'at who pats her daughter's back. You sit up and look down at your hands, big and blue, then you turn around and see your body lying behind you. You frown as you realize you will never get to see your brothers again, but you get to your feet, and Eytukan hands you a tweng. He doesn't speak as he does so, and you quickly put it on.

"The Great Mother has given me a task... I must carry it through." You tell Eytukan and Mo'at. Mo'at nods and steps aside to allow the clan to see you.

"And you will, but tonight we celebrate life. Both those gained and those lost." Mo'at says and the clan cheers at her words. Everyone starts to run to their ikran or pali.

"What will happen to my human body?" You ask Mo'at.

"He will be laid to rest near Sylwanin. Do not worry, go back to Hometree." Mo'at says and a few others join her side as they collect your old body. Eytukan leads you away and the both of you call for your ikrans.

Three Years Later (Third Person POV)

Jake was led to the center of Hometree by his tswin and pushed until he was infront of an important-looking clan member. He spoke in his native language meaning Jake had no idea what he had no idea what he was saying. When he stepped forward offering his hand to shake when Neytiri informed him this was her father, the hardwood of a bow smacked down on his hand.

A harsh hiss sounded from next to him and a very tall, blue version of his older brother stood infront of him.

"Tommy?" His brother asked as his ear perked forward. Jake didn't get to correct him as a loud call in the Na'vi language cut the interaction short. She circled him like a vulture.

"What are you called?" She asked and Jake cast a quick glance to his brother, trying his hardest to apologize with his eyes.

"Jake Sully." Jake said and he watched as his big brother looked at him in confusion, but he didn't say anything. Mo'at pricked him with a small blade from her headdress, and ran the blood on it over her tongue.

It wasn't until Jake had beenable to get changed and went to eat with the clan that he was able to catch his brother. It wasn't hard to distinguish him from the rest of the Na'vi, due to his brothers height.

"(Y/n)." Jake greets his brother, who looks at him with narrowed eyes.

"What are you doing here, Jake?" (Y/n) asks Jake seriously, but quietly so he doesn't catch anyone else's attention.

"Fulfilling Tommy's contract." Jake says without hesitation, but at the look of worry (Y/n) gave him he wanted to take back his words.

"And why isn't Tommy doing that?" (Y/n) asks quickly. Jake hated seeing that look in (Y/n)'s eyes he had seen it way too many times throughout his youth.

"(Y/n)... Tommy died a week before his deployment. Some idiot with a gun wanted what was in his wallet." Jake said sullenly and at that (Y/n)'s tail went still and his posture sagged as his face fell. Neytiri sat next to (Y/n) and immediately noticed his solemn attitude.

"What is wrong, (Y/n)?" Neytiri asked him and (Y/n) leaned a little closer to her and whispered. Her eyes immediately held sympathy and her hand found his shoulder. "I am so sorry, (Y/n)... I know how much your younger brothers meant to you."

"This is actually one of them." (Y/n) said and gestured to Jake. "He's the stubborn one." Neytiri makes a face as if saying 'Ah, okay.'

"I fear I'm not hungry anymore... I will just go to sleep." (Y/n) says and he goes to stand only for Neytiri to yank him back down and push his food back to him.

"You must eat. You have been working too hard to go without food." Neytiri says sternly and (Y/n) sighs.

"Neytiri no. I'm tired and I'm not hungry." (Y/n) says in protest only for Neytiri to pull his ear and lightly jab his ribs with her fingers.

"No... Eat." Neytiri says forcefully and (Y/n) sighs and then complies. Neytiri turns back to her food with a pleased look on her face.

(Back to regular POV)

You woke up the same time you do every morning and ran off to the top of the tree to get your ikran. The abandoned human base was near completion and you had worked hard to get it back to where it was now. Mind you that came with attacking threats to the clan territory and scrapping through the remains of samson's, exo-suits, and other human machinery that was collateral damage. Sometimes Neytiri would accompany you and she would poke around the machinery that belongs to humans. Her face a mixture of curiosity and a little disgust.

You jump on the roof of the little base and crack open the panel on the roof. You'd spent the majority of the last few years getting this base away from the power mainframe, so it wouldn't be trackable. There was a long strip that you had taken out and reshaped so it would run off of power cells, but you had... Maybe... Stolen a solar panel hookup from another small offsite base that seemed like it hadn't been touched in years. However, the solar panels themselves had seen better days.

You sighed as you counted again, still needed four power cells. The others you had in storage ready to be put to use later on. Your ikran nudged you with its nose and squawked.

"Yeah, yeah... I know we need to go back." You say with a heavy sigh. You really didn't want to. The idea of going out and facing your little brother was causing you a sense of unease. You had always beenable to tell when the twins were hiding something from you. In your opinion they were both terrible liars, it got even worse when they tried to withhold information.

Though it might also just be that you're not used to having your brothers with you anymore... That had to be it. Jake wouldn't do anything diabolical. You put the panel back in place and stand up.

"Go sit in the shade in the trees for a bit. I've got things I need to take care of." You tell your ikran, Trent, who flies off. Probably to hunt down some food.

You go inside the small outpost, basically having to crawl through because of your size. You close the door to the airlock and look around for probably the millionth time. There's a set of monitors and a ton of other machines inside that you barely had any knowledge of their purpose. You go to the back of the room, being careful to keep your tail tucked to your side so you don't break anything, and you open the door in the back of the room. This you know its purpose, but you didn't know for what or whom... Yet.

A glass pod, that avatars are grown in, sits in the middle of this room along with all equipment necessary to watch vital signs. You had cleaned the pod inside and out many times over to keep dust from settling. Just incase it's an emergency that this pod became of use. You doubted that though, considering Eywa had said the happiness of two of her future children would be determined by this one thing. You sighed and made your way back out of the building, calling for your ikran.

The next day you were finishing breakfast, when you spotted Neytiri making her way over to you out of the corner of your eye. You turned your head and greeted her, and she greeted you in return.

"(Y/n), I have a request." Neytiri says quietly.

"Alright... What do you need?" You ask hesitantly.

"I want you to help me train Jake. Maybe he will respond better to a teacher he knows." Neytiri says hopefully and you shake your head.

"I'm not the big brother he remembers, Neytiri." You tell her and she shakes her head.

"It is about him being familiar with you. He trusts you." Neytiri argues quietly.

"Neytiri I don't think it w-" You stop talking when you see Jake wandering down into the main area and he makes his way over to you and Neytiri.

"Neytiri, (Y/n)." Jake says once he gets close enough and Neytiri gives you a pleading look.

"Fine." You say slightly defeated. "What are you teaching him right now?"

"She's teaching me to speak Na'vi." Jake says.

"And what all do you know?" You ask him and you give him the stern 'spill it because I'll find out later' look. Jake seems a little unsettled but keeps a straight face.

"Nothing." Jake finally says and you sigh.

"You really weren't ready to take on this kind of thing yet were you?" You ask and shake your head. "I want to speak with my mate before I make any decisions here."

"You have a mate?" Jake asks incredulously.

"Yes he does, but she-" Neytiri starts to say but you shoot her a look that says 'stop'. You get up and make your way out of Hometree and into the forest. You pull your secure comlink from under your other chokers and necklaces. You press the buttons, but don't say anything waiting to see if she's available and alone.

"(Y/n)?" You hear Grace on the other end of the comm.

"Grace, I need to talk to you." You say slightly rushed and trying to be quiet.

"We're in the mountains." Grace says and you call for your ikran. The ride there was long but it felt longer because it had been a long time since you had been with her. When you arrived you landed at the top of the mountain and made your way down. Grace was in her avatar infront of the mobile unit and she smiled when she saw you.

"Grace." You say in a soft voice with a small smile.

"(Y/n)." Grace says and she jogs up to you and wraps her arms around you. You lean down and meet her lips in a kiss, which you both melt into instantly.

"Grace... What do you know about Jake?" You ask when you finally separate.

"He's why we're in the mountains." Grace says with a bitter look on her face. "Max caught him talking to Quartich and Selfridge about Hometree. Not sure what he's told them, but it's never good when it's either of them."

"There's nothing definite about what you know he's doing?" You ask and she shakes her head.

"No. But I wanted to try and nip it in the bud to protect you from being disappointed in him. Why do you ask?" Grace asks curiously.

"Neytiri asked that I help teach him." You tell her honestly.

"Do it." Grace says quickly. "You may just be the key to saving him from becoming a jarhead mercenary." You stop and consider what she just said. It's a possibility.

"Oh, hey (Y/n)." Trudy says as she comes out of the mobile unit with a tall lanky guy behind her.

"Trudy." You greet her and the lanky guy's eyes go wide when he hears you speak. "I'll try my best... But I need you to be ready to send the emergency signal. I can feel something different happening now." You say quietly and Grace nods.

"I keep it on my person at all times." Grace says quietly.

"Did you do the thing they asked you to last time?" You ask her and she nods.

"Everything they asked of..." She cut herself off and shot a quick look at the tall lanky guy. "'Terra' and I, is finished and ready to set into motion."

"Good. Keep your eyes and ears open, and keep your guard up." You say quietly and she shifts a little uneasily.

"They asked me to take some of your blood too... Just in case." Grace says and your brows pinch together.

"My human body has been dead for years... Buried near the tree of souls." You say in a confused manner and she sighs.

"They still requested it." Grace says quietly and you nod.

"It will need to be quick. There's no telling when my dunderhead of a little brother will come out of the link." You say and walk over to the stairs of the mobile link unit. You set your arm on your leg as you wait. Trudy comes out of the unit and hands the familiar small black case to Grace. Grace gives Trudy a quick nod and she takes the tall lanky guy back inside.

"Who is that?" You ask after the door closes.

"That's Norm... He's one of my new scientists." Grace says honestly. "He's bright... But he has alot to learn."

"I had alot to learn when I came out here, but you took me under your wing and taught me no problem." You say quietly and you give her a tender look and she chuckles.

"You did, you learned fast, and so will Norm. It will take time for Jake to learn." Grace says and she packs up the small black case once she gets what she needs.

"But I'm afraid that by the time he learns, it will be too late." You say and you rub the back of your neck nervously as you think about the future and what it may hold.

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all of the girls you loved before | lee jordan x reader

song; all of the girls you loved before [taylor swift] pairing; lee jordan x fem!seer-coded!reader genre; f2l, angst, hurt comfort word count; 2,3k timeline; order of the phoenix —> deathly hallows warnings;swearing, references to war, aftermath of war, major injuries, canon death, references to grief summary; lee had many an ex, and you had a few yourself, but that didn't stop everything from feeling new with him

sorry this took as long as it did, went through a break up and started uni xx

also this is unedited so...

masterlist

"every dead-end street led you straight to me."

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Despite the unholy presence of Dolores Umbridge at Hogwarts, you felt a resonating sense of tranquility as you sat in the courtyard with your eyes shut. The last sunbeams of Summer were beating down on you before Autumn struck in all its auburn glory: hurling you into the reality of seventh year and your NEWTs. But, for now, you would allow yourself to ignore the world's troubles, as the creeping feeling that things would soon get a lot worse lingered. You had always had a knack for predicting things like that, it was why you excelled in divination so well.

"I'm sorry, Erica, but I'm breaking up with you," you heard a voice say nearby you, "I just feel like we haven't been very in tune with each other all Summer."

Curiosity got the better of you, and you opened one of your eyes to see Lee Jordan, a boy in your year who moved in a similar social circle to you, and his (now ex) girlfriend Erica, from the year below.

"I get it, Lee, I've been feeling the same," she half-smiled, "Best wishes for the future."

"You too," you watched as they hugged, "No hard feelings, yeah?"

"Of course," she nodded, "See you around."

Lee remained stood as she walked away, and you took that moment to make your presence known.

"Most civil break-up I've ever witnessed."

He jumped a bit at your statement, but upon realising it was you, chuckled slightly, "Yeah. She's a good person. We just weren't right for each other."

You hummed, "Very mature. I'm impressed."

"What about you? Still with Chris?"

With a laugh, you shook your head, "Merlin, no. We called it off at the beginning of Summer."

"May I ask why?"

You shrugged, "I decided we weren't right for each other when I caught him making out with another girl."

"Shit, I'm sorry."

Waving him off, you said, "The easiness of getting over him made me realise I wasn't as in love as I thought I was."

"That's good, I guess? Still wasted time, though."

"I don't view anything as a waste of time," you smiled, "Every interaction and experience is a part of who you are."

"That's a beautiful way to look at it," he said genuinely, and you realised this wasn't the same immature boy you had met all those years ago.

"I suppose. Still pissed my typically correct foresight didn't think to warn me about the cheating though."

He laughed, as he knew enough about you to know of your skills in divination.

***

It was with a peaceful smile on your face that you watched your friends jump into the chilly water of the Black Lake, screaming about the temperature and splashing each other relentlessly. The breeze was becoming nippier, and you were grateful that you had elected to stay tucked up under a tree with a book in your hand. Everyone being so happy and care-free felt like it would soon become a rare gift, so you made sure to relish the moment, not sure if you wanted to inform the others of what your intuition was telling you.

"Y/N," you watched Lee call out as he emerged from the water, completely soaked, "Can you dry me, please?"

With a chuckle, you pulled out your wand and cast a simple drying spell, watching the cascading water droplets that had been falling down Lee's toned chest disappear.

"What are you reading?" he asked, tugging on a shirt and jacket before sitting down next to you.

"Murder On The Orient Express," you replied, showing him the cover, "Very famous muggle book, it's for my muggle studies class."

He nodded his head in understanding, watching your friends that were still in the water, "You were wise for not getting in. It's freezing."

"It's mid-Autumn— outdoor swimming is a Summer activity."

"Live a little," he shrugged.

And as you watched his lips curl up and crinkle at his cheeks, you felt the first signs of your intuition creeping up on you: a warm, transcendent feeling that you had felt before relationships in the past. Only this time, it was ten times stronger, touching the deepest parts of your soul and making you view Lee in a new light. Knowing better than to rush your inner predictions, you said nothing to him, sighing happily as you leant back against the trunk of the tree.

"Do you think things will change a lot when we leave Hogwarts?" he asked suddenly.

With a raised eyebrow, you treaded carefully as you asked a follow up question, "Do you mean in terms of our friend group, or the world?"

"Our friends— the world— both, I guess."

"Things will inevitably change between the group, but I think we'll still be very close. Just won't see each other as much."

He nodded, "And the world?"

Lee didn't fail to notice the way your expression became grave, even if you quickly tried to hide it and appear optimistic.

"Shit," he mumbled, "Do you know what happens?"

For a moment, you allowed yourself to laugh, "I don't get premonitions, Lee, just feelings."

"Right."

"But, my guess would be You-Know-Who."

It was clear that he had been the first thing that went to Lee's mind, too. "It must be such a burden carrying that around," he said sincerely.

You shrugged, "A lot of people think I'm full of shit."

"You're not," he scoffed, "The amount of quidditch games we've had where you've predicted something will go wrong."

"Yeah, well, the government's denying that he's back."

"The government's full of shit."

You hummed, "Not all of my feelings are bad, though."

"What's something good you predict?"

With an airy laugh, you gave him a wink, "You'll see."

***

You hadn't hesitated to join Dumbledore's Army after the meeting that Harry Potter had called together, as you were relieved to find other people that were just as sure of You-Know-Who's return as you were. Of course, in Harry Potter's case, he had actually seen him in the flesh. It was much more iron-clad proof than your inexplicable predictions.

So, you found yourself learning the patronus charm in the Room of Requirement, alongside students of many different years and backgrounds. Only, Slytherin wasn't represented at all in the midst of people. It wasn't a shock, but it was still interesting to observe in your opinion.

"Expecto patronum!" you shouted, channelling the happiest memory you could think of and letting such sensations unfurl through your veins. To your pleasure, a fully formed patronus immediately emerged, snarling and roaring as it pounced around the air. You never would have guessed that you had the heart of a lioness.

Then, to your amazement, a lion with a full mane joined alongside your lioness, and they pounced in a circle together like they had some unspoken bond.

"Great work, L/N, Jordan!" the voice of Potter called out, and you turned around to see Lee stood nearby you with his wand raised, evidently responsible for the lion.

"Maybe we're soulmates," Lee laughed as your patronuses dissolved into thin air.

Perhaps it was the distant yet content look on your face that made him come to a realisation, or perhaps he had just thought about it more, but he quickly stopped laughing.

"Can you predict that kind of thing?"

You didn't reply, just smiled at him. Really, you did adore being vague, because people always assumed that you simply couldn't divulge much information.

***

Staring at the written wound on the back of your palm, you found yourself surprisingly lacking anger: Umbridge was cruel, and shouldn't be allowed to come anywhere near a school, but there was nothing you could do for now. Defeat wasn't how you would describe your emotions, it was more of a resolve, knowing that to make things better in the long-run, life would be tough and trying for now. Your eyes widened when Lee came barrelling around the corner.

"I heard you had detention with her," he grumbled, quickly taking your hand in his.

You shrugged, "I'm fine."

"I know you're fine," he sighed, "You're always fine."

At that, you couldn't help but laugh, "Physical pain is nothing."

"Does Umbridge know you have a knack for predicting the future?"

You nodded, "Of course. Her Slytherin suck-ups told her."

"And...?"

"She made me take veritaserum," you sighed, "Pointless, really. I only get feelings, not visions."

He tilted his head curiously.

"Must have been a real kick to her ministry ego when I told her that my feelings tell me You-Know-Who is very much around and going to get stronger."

Lee let out an ironic laugh. "Not what she wanted to hear."

"No," you murmured, "But ask, and you shall receive."

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt too much?"

"Stinging pain is manageable. It's the achey pain that gets you."

He sighed but let the topic go, and helped you up to begin walking to the Great Hall for dinner.

"Why'd you come running anyway, hm? We're not that close."

Lee turns his head away shyly, before saying, "Well... ever since you... implied that there's romantic potential between us, I..."

You remained silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I think I've been feeling the connection as well."

At that, you smiled softly.

"And, looking back, everything seemed to point to you. We were always put next to each other in lessons, you were always the first person I saw in a crowd, you always showed up whenever I needed company— whether you realised it or not."

You chuckled at his words.

"And, well, even though we've never been close, or even really friends, I always felt comfortable around you."

Silently, you slipped your hand into his and squeezed softly, "My feelings come when they're meant to, when we're supposed to be more."

"And now's the time?"

You glanced up at his warm brown eyes, "Now's the time."

***

The fallout after the Battle of Hogwarts was a cacophony of mixed emotions: there was no morning glory, there was no relief, no sense of victory. All anyone could feel and see was the destruction and devastating grief that hung heavy in the air. Anxiety chewed at your insides, tossing and turning as you awaited confirmation that Lee was one of the survivors— you had been separated early on in the battle. The empty space where your lower left leg had once been served as a reminder that you were a mere mortal whose life could be taken away at the flick of a wand, and that the same could be said for your boyfriend.

Despite your shared flat, neither of you had dared to discuss plans for the future when its very existence was so uncertain. Now, all you could think was that you would never get to have those conversations with him; never talk about marriage, never decide on my how many children to have, never pick out a house of your own. So many topics that you only wished to discuss with him lingered in the back of your mind.

Hot tears poured down your face before you felt them coming— emotions overpowering your gift of foresight that may have hinted at his survival.

"Y/N?"

You looked up at George Weasley, a close friend of yours since you had begun dating Lee. Subconsciously, you glanced behind him at the motionless corpse of his twin brother, a death which did not help your state.

"Hey, George," you murmured, patting the space next to you for him to sit down.

Other than the greeting, you didn't know what to say to a man who had just lost his other half. But, sometimes words weren't necessary, sometimes silent company was the slither of light amongst darkness. George rested his head on your shoulder, and you leaned your own head against his.

"You'd think magic would have figured out a way to regrow limbs," he joked, his tone broken and forced.

You smiled achingly, "Yeah, you would."

"Any word from Lee?"

You closed your eyes, "Nothing."

He hummed, not even daring to suggest there was no way he wasn't alive, when the both of you now knew all too well that wasn't true. "Whatever happens, we have each other."

"Yeah," you said softly, "And we both know, if Freddie had known how he was going to die, he wouldn't have changed it for the world."

George chuckled a bit, but before he could reply, you caught sight of a beaten and bruised man limping into the makeshift infirmary with the support of two other people.

"Lee," you choked out, stumbling to get up before remembering you couldn't walk anymore. George rushed to your aid, supporting you as you hopped over to your boyfriend together.

"Y/N," Lee spoke hoarsely, his tired eyes full of relief even as he noticed your lack of limb, "Since when was I dating a pirate?"

More tears brimmed at your eyes as you smiled, "Since two hours ago."

George left the two of you alone to return to his family when you sat down next to each other, Lee's wounds being treated.

"I was worried sick," you both said simultaneously, which made you laugh ever so slightly. You continued, "I was so scared we'd never even be able to talk about our future."

He took your hand in his, "Well, now we can."

You nodded, resting your nose against his cheek.

"So, since there's no time like the present, let's start with the first thing."

You looked up in shock.

"I don't have a ring, but... will you be my wife?"

"Obviously, you stupid prick," you sobbed.

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written; 12/06/2024 —> 08/11/2024 published;08/11/2024 edited; —/—/——

[noforkingclue]

Hey how are you? Are you still battling the heat? I hope work is okay.

If it's okay with you I would like to request a Dhawan!master x reader request where the reader is a huge fan of Agatha Christie and the master notices this and so he takes the reader to meet Agatha Christie as a surprise. The reader meets Agatha Christie but when this happens there is a murder and the master is framed for the murder, the reader works with Agatha Christie to prove the master's innocence.

Sorry for making such a long request, I know that you like Agatha Christie. If you're not comfortable writing this then it's okay. I hope you have a great day/ night.

P.S not sure if you saw the commonwealth games closing ceremony but there was Peaky Blinders tribute featured.

Note: requests are currently closed

Oh yes! I do love Agatha Christie. I got the complete collection and I'm currently writing my own murder mystery.

Title: Whodunit

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You folded your arms and raised your eyebrows at the Master. The Master just rolled his eyes and sat down on the bed.

“I didn’t kill that human.” He said

“You were standing over the body,” you said, “you must see how it looks.”

“People stand over bodies all the time.”

“I haven’t.”

“Then I’ve been showing you the wrong things.”

“I haven’t no desire to see any more corpses.”

“I can’t grantee anything, love.”

You sighed and sat down next to the Master. You nudged him gently and said,

“Some treat this turned out to be. You promised to take me to see my favourite author and you got accused of murder. Only with Agatha Christie right?”

“What do you mean by that?”

“It’ll be like us going on the Orient Express or a Nile river cruise and there being a murder. Bit of a coincidence don’t you think?”

“Isn’t life just made up strange little coincidences?”

You wrinkled your nose in disgust and the Master smirked at you.

“That sounds like something the Doctor would say.”

“Now why would you insult me like that?”

“And why-“

It was at the moment the door to the room opened. You sat up straight and felt your face get hot as you came face to face with your idol. Agatha Christie stood awkwardly as she shut the door behind her. Silence fell over the three of you and eventually she cleared her throat and said,

“The police have been called.”

“Oh joy,” the Master said, “Twentieth century human policing. I’m sure they will be very effective.”

Agatha frowned and said,

“You really do say the strangest of things. You remind me of someone but…”

She trailed off and shook her head.

“I really must be going now. I only came here to inform you of the update.”

Once she left the room you look over at the Master and said,

“What was that about?”

“I had another reason for taking you here?”

“There always has to be an ulterior motive with you, doesn’t there?”

“Time energy.”

“Huh?”

“There’s residual time energy surrounding her. It’s a mystery.”

“And you can’t let a mystery go unsolved.”

“I have a strong suspicion I know who is involved.”

“Ugh,” you groaned and shook your head, “can’t we have one trip without the Doctor being involved.”

“With how much she’s travelled we’re bound to bump into her sooner or later. However,” the Master held up a hand when you opened your mouth, “next time I’ll be sure to find a place te she hasn’t graced with her presence.”

“Next time,” you grimaced, “if we manage to get out of this situation.”

“Then you better get out there and find out whodunit.”

You rolled your eyes and stood up. Before you left you pressed a brief kiss against his forehead before you slipped out of the room. You stumbled slightly when you realised that Agatha was outside the room. She seemed embarrassed when she spotted you and you said,

“Miss Christie, umm, err, hi. I just wanted to say that I’m a big fan. Oh, you probably get that all the time but I…”

You trailed off, your face hot.

“You probably that all the time.” You muttered

“Yes, well,” Agatha gave you a small smile, “it’s always good to meet a fan.”

“Can I ask you something?” you said quietly

“Yes. I’ve been meaning to ask you something as well.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Ah,” Agatha looked away, “it’s actually linked to your friend in there. I don’t believe that he is the man we’re looking for.”

“Really?”

“Yes. What do you say that you and I do some investigating? I have a feeling that I’ve come across something like this before and not a plot in one of my books.”

“Investigate a murder with Agatha Christie. I’d love to help!”

Maybe this trip wasn’t going to end in disaster after all. 

[spiky-berry21]

Just out of curiosity, would y'all like to see a Murder on the Orient express inspired fic... But make it a Lackadaisy au??? With a possible x reader plotline???!

As always, have a spectacular day/night! 😘

[bisexual-horror-fan]

"No One's Gonna Harm You." Buddy Swanson/Metal Killer X AFAB! Reader.

We re-watched Stage Fright (2014) in the Boiler Lounge and I miss Buddy and The Metal Killer so fuck it! Here I am doing this! It has been coming for a while and I hope you all enjoy it, some fluff, some angst, some smut, it’s got it all really, self indulgent and needed, lets go!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 5.1K. Buddy Swanson/Metal Killer X AFAB! Reader. No Pronouns Specified. Warnings: Stage Fright Spoilers. Fluff. Banter. Emotions. Trauma. Mentions Of Assault And Coercion. Chase. Murder. Blood Play. Emotional Confession. Fingering. Vaginal Sex. Dirty Talk. Rough Sex. Confession Of Feelings. Begging. Forced Orgasm. Cream Pie. Cunnlingus. Mild Overstimulation. Roger Sucks. Artie Getz Sucks.

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Roger McCall was a weird dude. 

You never liked him. When you first showed up to Centre Stage and were introduced you decided very quickly that something was off about him and you steered clear. Whenever he came around you would do your best to leave soon after and make yourself scarce, you had better things to focus on, other things you’d rather be doing anyway. Namely, a certain camp cook you had been shamelessly flirting with all summer long, Buddy was cute, funny, biting, sarcastic and an all around good time. He would write your name on your cup along with a joke every day, he would sneak you extra dessert and would talk while you lingered behind in the mess hall, speaking across tables that he was collecting messy trays, abandoned by your fellow campers without care.

“Don’t you have a class you should be getting to?” He inquired, expression light despite him picking up the truly disgustingly food-caked orange tray, moving it into the current stack he was working on and you fired back, “Shouldn’t you have these dishes done and be prepping lunch?”

You and he stare each other down over the three tables between you and him. The tension was going to kill you at this rate, a dance wondering who was going to make the first real move. The silence is broken but the eye contact is maintained as he says, “Seems we both have things we should be doing.” 

“Seems like.” You said as you made yourself get up, you walked over, handed him your tray with a question of, “I’ll see you at lunch?”

“You will.”  He affirms as he takes it from you, a small brush of your fingers makes you smile wider before stepping backwards, towards the door, eyes on him still, you ask. “What are we having?”

“You’re just gonna have to wait. Don’t let the suspense kill you now.” He teased and you threw both hands over your chest dramatically, as if you had been shot, as you continued your backwards walk to the exit. “I don’t know how I shall ever make it but for you? I’ll try.” 

A fond roll of his eyes, head tossed back as he jokes, “So brave, your sacrifice won’t go unnoticed. Now get outta here! Go build a set or something.”

“Bye Buddy.” You called as you turned, finally close enough to the doors you pushed them open and set out. 

You found yourself thinking of him all the time. In class, while walking the grounds, doing just about anything.

Even when you were actually set building, Artie Getz behind you, complaining that the text on the outside of the theatre set didn’t look “oriental” enough, (whatever the fuck that was supposed to mean), you were thinking of Buddy. Ignoring Artie Getz and his fucking racist bullshit was no easy task but your attraction to him outweighed your hate for the faux leather tribly wearing asshole you were all forced to call director. 

The small moments you stole with him meant a ton. It wasn’t like you hated camp, there were some things to be learned here, actual skills, enjoyment to be had but there was still a lot to hate. Roger and Artie are big parts of that hate, the fact that you didn’t like theatre, and to be honest you didn’t like the show, the idea of reviving Haunting Of The Opera seemed tasteless, setting it in Feudal Japan with an all white cast downright crass. You found enjoyment where you could, in hammering nails and pretending they were Artie’s stupid fucking hat covered head, in paint, in the admittedly talented kids who played instruments in the pit, in the silly fucking moments you’d see and then share quietly with Buddy. 

“No way.” He laughed, a shake of his head, a bounce of those curls, you said, “Yes! Way! Liz had the worst voice crack I had ever heard and it startled Sam so bad he tripped when crossing from stage right and fell flat on his face! Broke the fucking mask in two, they need to make a new one in like less than two days for opening night-” 

He had to cover his mouth with both hands, bending slightly at the waist, the pair of you laughing it up and trying to keep it down. Everyone had been served lunch and was eating but you were lingering up near the serving line, talking with him and letting your tuna melt get cold. When he did finally pull his hands away, a deep inhale, wiping at the corners of those blue eyes, crinkled at the sides from sheer joy, steeped in mirth the same way the mess hall was in mid afternoon sunlight. “Holy shit that is too good.” 

Reaching out, his hands on your shoulder over the trays he said empathetically, “Thank you for sharing that.” 

You feel warm at his touch and you say, “No problem. I knew you’d be the only one to properly appreciate it.” 

He lets you go, you wish he wouldn’t. Camp would be ending before you knew it, once opening night happens, they do another week and a half of just shows, then clean up, tear down for half a week and then it’s over. Maybe you should make that move sooner rather than later, you had the feeling inside that if you didn’t do something about this clear thing between you both that you’d regret it. You aren’t sure you can keep waiting for him to make a move, you might just have to be the one to do it. 

“You gonna keep talking to me all lunch or are you gonna eat?” He asked and you fired back with, “Aren’t you gonna eat? Actually, better question, when do you eat? I’ve never seen you eat anything.”

“I usually eat after the freaks have.” He admits and you feel a bit sad at that thought, him eating alone in the kitchen, at least previously he’d have his sister with him before she ran off to join the play. You wonder if he’s lonely, instead of asking that question you pose a different one, “You wanna eat together?”

A gasp slips out, wide eyed he exclaims, “Are you asking me out?” 

You laugh, “I’m asking you to eat lunch together, not out to the four seasons.” 

“I’m just busting your balls, sure, let’s eat together.” He said with an easy kind of smile and a shrug. 

Lunch was nice. 

You helped him round up trays after the “freaks” as he called them cleared out, the longer you spent here the more you were inclined to agree with him however. Once back in the kitchen, sitting on a prep table, sharing the food he re-heated as well as a great conversation. Legs dangling off the edge and sitting nearly hip to hip and joking about something yet again, “Did you see him earlier?”

“When he spilled on himself? Yes! Does he just own that one flesh toned leotard or does he have a bunch of them?” You asked and he said, “Well did you see him go to his cabin to get changed? What do you think?”

You made an over exaggerated gagging sound that almost made him choke from how funny it sounded coming from you, a hand over his mouth, his other hand still holding half his sandwich, “Fuck, not while I’m eating!” 

“Awe c’mon now, it’s not that bad. Not like you got soda out the nose or something.” You tease and he asks, “Have you ever had that happen?”

“Oooh yeah, so there was this time in fourth grade-” And you told him and he listened excitedly. By the time you were done with lunch you felt even closer to him, emotionally, physically too, you were almost leaning on him. When he had to get to making dinner you made yourself scarce, you were already almost an hour late to class as it was but you made plans to do it again sometime soon. 

In the mad dash to opening night that ended up not happening, especially when Artie Getz turned up dead. Things got lost in the shuffle and you were honestly disgusted by everyone’s behaviour and insistence for the show to go on. It was fucking appalling and you were certainly not going to do anything to help put the show on and were not going to attend it, in fact, you were going to do what you could do stop it.

Turns out your feelings about Roger were spot on.

Roger isn’t a good guy.

You tried to talk some sense into him, multiple times, he wasn’t having it and when you were trying to speak to him while the show was going on he snapped. You didn’t think he had it in him, didn’t know he could put up a chase like that. You couldn’t circle back to the playhouse and that is where EVERYONE was so what could you do with him after you, capable of God knows what?

As if drawn, hopeful, maybe he would be there and if not at least you could get your hands on a knife to defend yourself, you run towards the mess hall and most importantly, the kitchen.

You break into the backdoor, run past the sinks and towards the heart of the kitchen, you hear the door slam open, he is hot on your heels and when you are about a foot away from that big fuck off knife you wanted to get your hand on, Roger’s hand, was on you. 

Hand locked on your wrist and he pulled hard, you stumbled and crashed into him, his other hand on your shoulder, “You talk, way, way too much.”

You tried to struggle, he didn’t let go, he gripped tighter and kept talking, “I knew you were a bad fit here, you aren’t like everyone else! Running your mouth all the time. Do you know how hard I’ve worked to get back to this point? I’m not going to let-”

He was hurting you, red faced and spitting and you were honestly terrified, “-some stupid, idiot, smarmy fucking camper who can’t carry a tune in a basket ruin my show coming back!”

You were stuck, there was no way you were getting out of this one, his hand lifted, he was reaching for the knives and your eyes shut tight, you waited for the first blow, reluctantly accepting your fate but instead of a stab of pain you felt a spray of warmth and hear a sound of pure agony. Your eyes shoot back open upon the sticky warmth hitting you, to see Roger standing there, seemingly shocked and his throat slashed open.

The shock hit you too, his grip was loosening and you see him next, the tall imposing figure clad in black and white, holding what looks like a saw blade with finger holes cut into it for a handle?

You were terrified, wondering if you were next, what the fuck was happening but he ripped Roger away from you, threw him to the ground. Roger was choking on his own blood, coughing, apparently the masked stranger wasn’t satisfied by that. He swung one leg over, a flourish of that long black coat, his boot falling heavy to the floor and he crouched down, got closer and with one hand fisted in Roger’s shirt, the other gripping the saw blade he wasn’t done yet. 

It was brutal. 

By the time he was done hacking and cutting he was heaving, bloody, that mask was stained red, droplets of it were caught in the creases and groves of the mask, the wild black hair of the mask was weighed down by sticky crimson. 

You felt glued to the spot. Watching him, kneeling over Roger’s now lifeless and disfigured body, breathing heavily behind the mask. Finally, his head turned up, he looked right at you, he stood and you started to back up, “No, no, please! Don’t hurt me! I-I won’t say anythin-”

Gearing up to run away but he stood up fully, coming forward quickly, you try to move at the same speed, stumbling as you attempt it but you are still in shock, he moves quicker, drops the saw blade in his hand and calls out loudly, “Wait!”

You stop. 

Eyes wide and he is less than a foot away, you weren’t sure you heard him right, that voice. You swallow thickly, tongue feels too big for your mouth, too dry and you watch black leather clad gloves push his mask up and you see it’s him. A face that is smeared with spots of blood, smudges of black makeup and sweat soaked curls come into view. He is still breathing hard, shoulders rising and falling in time with his breaths and then he speaks again, “I’d never hurt you.” 

“Buddy?” You ask it so quietly, he sets the mask down and he has his hands out, holding them out in front of him to show you he wasn’t going to attempt to reach for another weapon, he eases his way to you, slow steps he asks, “Are you okay?”

A small sniff, tears welling up and you aren’t sure, you say, “I-I think so? M’ not hurt-”

Thanks to him.

You could still see it, running through your mind, weapon in hand, Roger’s throat slashed open, you kept your eyes up, refusing to look at the corpse still leaking blood on the ground. Roger was going to kill you, he was clearly nuts, you should be thanking Buddy, but you were so confused, why was he at the ready? Did it no hesitation, in that costume, with those weapons too, you KNOW he isn’t in the play, so what was he planning to do tonight in that get-up? Your mind was running a mile a minute, his head tips forward, a sigh of relief, “Thank fuck, I’m so glad.”

“You were…Worried about me?” You asked softly and his head came back up, brows furrowed and he said, “Of course I was! I came in here and saw him and was so terrified of what he was going to do to you, he had a knife in his hand and I just-” 

A shaky exhale before taking a deep breath in, eyes closed, he clenches his fists as if the thought of Roger doing that, harming you, killing you was too much to bear. The question is too much, weighs too heavily, you ask, “I am really thankful you were here to stop him but Buddy…Why are you here in the kitchen right now in this outfit?”

His eyes opened again and he looked at you long and hard. As if debating something heavily in his mind before he decides it’s worth it, that you are worth it. “Roger…Is terrible, he is a disgusting, awful man, an abhorrent monster. He used to be involved with my…Uh my mom. I know how people talk around here, I am sure you heard that Cam and I’s mom was the lead in the original Haunting and Roger was the producer and they were seeing each other and my mom she…”

He stopped, a deep breath again, “She cheated on him, he found out and he…He butchered her on opening night.”

You gasped and he pressed on, “He did it in front of me he told me it was my fault, he hit me, and worse. I was so, so fucking scared this whole time ever since then I just…When he wanted to do this show again and Cam got the lead it was like I was ten years old again, like it was some unthinkable nightmare, I thought the worst would happen to the only family I had left and I was scared, I felt so out of control and weak and powerless.” 

He was coming closer again, but you weren’t scared. “Seeing how everyone was treating Cam, her falling victim to the same things…It was more than I could take and I realised something, I’m not that kid anymore, I could do something, could stop him, take revenge for mom, for Cam, for me.”

His hand skates across the stainless steel prep table you were next to as his approach continued. He was now so close to you, he reached out, gloved hands took yours, he said, “I care about you. Nothing is going to happen to you while I’m around and can do something about it, okay?”

You believe him. All of it, every word but especially him saying nothing would hurt you while he was around, I mean fuck, he killed for you, saved your life. “Buddy I had no idea, I am so-so sorry.” A ghost of a smile and he mouths, “Thank you.”

After a pause you ask then, “And does Cam-”

“Know? No, no she doesn’t. I tried my best to keep her out of it but she doesn’t know what Roger did, doesn’t know I’ve been holding onto this all this time I wanted to…Fuck, save her, protect her from it if I could.” He looked like he was hurting so much, the pain in his eyes is soul crushing and you reach out, touch him, hands cup his face and your thumbs brush over his cheek bones, more makeup is smeared, “You’re a great older brother.”

It makes sense. Artie Getz must have been his work too and you didn’t blame him, you had stumbled in one afternoon on him and Cam and she seemed less than happy about his hands up her shirt, you caught on quick that he might be making her do things she wasn’t all that enthusiastic about to hold her place in the play. You are glad he is looking out for her. Your heart goes out to him. His hands squeeze yours and he asks, “You’re not scared of me?”

You shake your head, “God no. I…Buddy I don’t think I can ever truly understand all you went through but I don’t need to in order to understand why you did it. Hell I would probably go on a killing spree for less if pushed.” You joke and he lets out a weak laugh, that smile you love coming out, white teeth cutting through messy black paint. 

“You’re the best, you know that?” He asks and you laugh, “What? You’re saying this now?”

“I mean it! When else am I gonna say it? You made this summer fucking bareable! Getting to talk to you was the best part of my day.”  

It’s still him, that smile breaking through the charcoal and the sweat and the blood, he felt the same was as you had, you weren’t crazy there was something that had been steadily building between you both all summer long and you say, “I feel the same way, getting to spend time with you kept me going through every horrible singing practice and all the splinters I got building that awful set. Buddy? You’re the best.”

You were still holding his face, he was still holding your hands and yet you both got closer, you tugged him nearer and he took that just as you wanted him to, as his in, releasing your hands, his now settled on your waist and he kissed you. He tasted like cheap make-up, iron and salt and something under all of that was slowly starting to reveal itself, the true taste of him, head swimming you tug him nearer still.

Hopped up on the adrenaline of it all, the almost murder of you, the actual murder of Roger, the mutual confession of your now painfully obvious crush, the fact you were still alive and here and even more than all of that, him, totally high on him. He was being rather bold, pushing you back into the table, holding you there, kissing you fiercely, you were completely swept up in it, he was the first one to break away, a panting breath of, “I’ve been wanting this for way too long-” 

His hands were starting to move, “-I’ve been fucking dreaming of this and when I came in here and saw Roger with that knife, fuck, I thought it might never happen, thought he was going to take you away from me.”

He felt your chest up through your tank top, bloody head prints stain white fabric, his head tips back with a groan, he kneaded the flesh and you matched him vocally, it felt right, needed, you’d been thinking about him touching you like this for just as long as he had. “God, Buddy, you’ve been dreaming about me?”

A shaky nod, “Fuck yeah I have. Been thinking of feeling you, tasting you, craving you so bad.” 

Tasting you? He dreamt of tasting you. The image of thick brown curls between your thighs with your fingers tangled in them takes over your mind and you moan.

Lord did you want to know all he did to you in those dreams he had, every sordid detail. He kisses you deeply, like he needs to, a hum against his lips, you return it, your hands reach and land on his shoulders. The mess of make-up and the rest makes your lips glide smoother against his, you were sure your own face was being made a wreck in the process but you don’t care, this is way too good to stop. He breaks this current kiss and you were breathing much harder along with him, his hands lifted up, ripping his gloves off, throwing them down on the table behind you, he wanted to feel you, really feel you. 

“I was so fucking angry seeing him put his hands on you.” It seemed like it, there was this manic look in his eyes, almost like he seethed at the memory, “Yeah?”

Soon as he had the gloves off you pulled his hands back to you, he slid them up under your shirt, felt the lace underneath and you arch closer with a sigh and he curses at the softness of the cups in his hands. “Yeah. Made me see red, him touching you, I coulda cut his hands off, no, I should have.”

You inhale sharply, he was being shockingly possessive, saying he wished to commit a violent act so cavalierly but it didn’t bother you, it did the opposite, it turned you on, made you press your thighs together. You feel a bit weak in the knees as pads of his fingers brush over your nipples, a shiver runs through you. A whimper of his name, your hands slide down, one between your bodies, you feel him through his pants, painfully hard the same way you were achingly empty. He pushes his hips forward into your touch, a low groan and you are encouraged to open his pants, nervous and trembling fingers unbutton, yank the zipper down and his hands move quickly too, freeing you from the confines of our own clothing. More heated kisses exchanged as you tug and pull and enough skin was exposed to do what you were both desperate for.

It’s rushed but so fucking good, your underwear is pushed to the side, skirt hiked up and strong hands lift you up onto the table you were leaned against before. His fingers touch you, bare skin on bare skin and you shudder, his fingers feel sticky, you realise the blood must have leaked through his gloves and your legs jerk from the rush of arousal that tears through you at the thought. It was filthy, he was still painted scarlet from the man he killed for you and touching you with his tacky blood stained fingers. He found your clit with ease but when he brushed it your loud moan, head falling back gave it away. 

“There?” He asks, even though he knows, you love that he asked and you tell him, “Yes, right there-”

His own pants open, your hand is around him and starting to touch him in kind, stroking up and down and he groans, his own pace quickens on you and it works, the sound he pulls from you is beautiful. His voice cuts through, rough and strained; he says, “He’s always touching my stuff but you’re not his.” 

You shake your head, panting out, “No I’m not.” 

“No?” He asks, he wants to hear it, and you shake your head, “No.” 

Your wrist twists on the down stroke and it proves too much, he pulls his hand away and you do the same, legs spread wider and his hands on your hips, you shift, adjust, help him as he lines up and finally with another deep breath slides in, you both share a moan. You cling to him, arms loop around his neck, your fingers bury in his curls and you tug, he grunts as he bottoms out and his hands grip your hips tightly, it aches in the best way. He holds deep and asks low in your ear, “You’re mine, right?”

“Yours, all fucking yours.” You pant and he starts to move, the pace is anything but slow or easy. It’s hard, rough, possessive and needy. 

It’s making up for lost time.

His hands are everywhere just like yours are, the force of his thrusts causing the table to shift, the pleasure far outranks the slight pain from how his digits dig into your skin or from the bites laid on your throat. He was surely leaving marks, bruises, as if he needed evidence carved into your skin, signs of ownership so you couldn’t or wouldn’t be able to forget this, even after the blood and grease paint is washed away. 

Another bite makes you cry out, you tug on his hair again and he groans, his hips falter and you know now that he really likes having his hair pulled. You attack his mouth since he let up on your neck, another deep kiss, your tongue in his mouth and he was on cloud nine.

The need to have him closer overtakes and your leg hooks around his hip, pulls him tight and he wasn’t expecting it, his footing slips and you pull him with you. One of his knees on the table, one of his hands on the table top next to your head and the other now under you on your lower back, he is almost chest to chest with you, not so much thrusting, more a grind, a slow writhe deep in you that brushes a spot in you just right that makes you sob. Your leg is still hooked around his hip, hands never leaving in his hair, your back arches and you beg, “Fu-fuck! Do-don’t stop-” 

“I won’t, no way-” A breathy laugh and a shake of his head, “-not till I make you scream-”

You clench around him, your clit is throbbing, you are being forced to the edge by this new angle, his head dips down, nips at your collar bone and at your neck and you twitch under him, a small and quiet chant of his name spilling out between gasps for air. You have the smallest, quietest thought in the back of your mind, “Where does he get the energy?”

He wasn’t letting up on you for a second, holding you to him as he was deep in the process of fucking you totally dumb, seriously where the hell was this spot inside you before and how did he stumble across it so easily and learn to abuse it so totally? Praise fills your ears, fractured between the sound of table legs scraping the ground, skin on skin, how soaked your cunt is and the heaving breaths and moans, “God, you’re addict-ing, wanna live in you, cou-could die inside you happy.”

Christ he was going to kill you at this rate. You whined, you are almost there, so fucking close, you tug on his hair again, your knuckles ache and you want to cum on him, need it more than the air you are struggling to suck down between moans, an attempt of warning him, a feeble, “Cl-close.”

“Can feel it, practically sucking me in, c’mon, please.” The way he says please, as if he is needing it as much as you are, as if he wants it more than his own pleasure, as if every second you aren’t cumming is physically paining him does you in. You tumble over the edge and do as he wanted, couldn’t hold back, the scream ripped from your throat as the pleasure tears through your core, head thrown back against the table as you tremble through your high. 

He fucked you through it, held you tighter to him, didn’t let you squirm away and only when you are coming down, panting out you realize he is the one who is almost whimpering, panting out, “Gunna cum, fuck, so close, cah-can’t hold it, shit-” You know what he needs and you tell him that one word, leaning up before you lips meet his you choke out one rushed word, “Inside.”

You kiss him and he melts into you, another few rocks of his hips and he does, cums deep, holds to the root as he unloads inside you, groaning into the sloppy open mouthed kiss. That same kiss slows, less hunger, it becomes lazier and softer, sweeter until you pull your tongue out of his mouth and your head lays back, his body is on top of yours, his face buried in the crook of your neck as he tries to catch his breath. He slowly pushes himself up, light kisses over your neck, jaw, cheeks and he slowly pulls out with a hiss. You lay there on the table, not wanting to move even as he gets off of you, not in any rush, your eyes slip closed as you feel him leave, no more points of contact. 

Hands lock onto your hips and tug, you make a sound of surprise as your sweat slick back slides across the metal table with ease, you prop up on your elbows and the view is heart stopping. Him there, on his knees, your legs now over his shoulders, his mouth dragging up your inner thigh and more smudges of black paint are transferred. He looks insanely hot right now, hungry eyes, his face a wreck with all those different aforementioned substances, his mouth getting higher and higher and you ask, “What are you doing, Buddy?”

“I made a big mess tonight. I’m just taking responsibility-” His thumbs rub over your hip bones and he leans in, tongue licking from hole to up and over your clit, you tense with a loud moan and he pulls back, licking his lips and a soft laugh rumbles out before he tells you, “-and cleaning up.” 

You are sure he is more than capable of cleaning up his messes and after he cleans up the one he left inside you then he will deal with the one that has grown cold on the floor, but he wouldn’t have to do the ladder alone, you would help. It’s the least you could do.

[ichipercent]

That feeling when you want to read your favorite x reader stories from five years ago only to find out that it has been deleted by the writer and they deactivated their account.

I remember their username in quotev is H2O (or similar variation) and I read two of their stories that are so delicious I still think about them until now.

The first one is 'Comadreja', the reader and the love interest are both in college. They live in a world with super heroes and super villains. There is one strongest super hero named Comadreja and it is actually the love interest. The reader worked at a pottery store I think and has repeatedly said his cynical believe about the authenticity of heroes to the main lead.

The second one is 'Train of Thought'. It's a murder mystery inspired from The Murder of Orient Express. The reader worked at museum, handling old documents I think. In their town, there is this one big mystery from decades ago about a first class train that took the journey across a mountains at winter with a dozen of passengers. But when it arrived at the destination, the train is empty with its three employees tied and gagged at the machine room (?), the passengers are missing. Somehow the reader got transported in time and as murders occurred in the train they have to figure out the murderer before it's too late. I remember the passengers had roles, like the salesman, the foreign married couple (who actually a weapon dealer?), the war veteran, the doctor, the governess, etc. I remember the story is almost finished and has reached the second ending of the story.

I really really really want to read these stories again I feel so restless rn

[multifandomsimagine]

Imagine you and Helena being the only ones who can calm Rudolph down

It wasn’t hard for someone to anger Rudolph. He wasn’t the most patient man in the world and his temper could use some improvement. But the most surefire way to earn his ire was someone messing around with you and Helena. It didn’t matter if it was something as small as accidentally glaring at either one of you or something more serious like harassment, anything that could be deemed a slight toward either one of you had Rudolph raring to protect your honor.

But as much as you and Helena appreciated his protectiveness, it did not look good that the esteemed Count Andrenyi kept finding himself in scuffles. Especially when they were publicized for all to read and gossip about for the next few weeks. It is why the two of you had taken the part of mediator and peacemaker whenever the occasion arose.

Just like now.

The three of you had been eating at a quiet and quaint cafe. Having been seated at the patio, you had all expected a peaceful brunch where you could enjoy some delicious pastries and drinks together before Rudolph had to begin rehearsals for an upcoming show when a white light erupted in front of your eyes, blinding all three of you.

Reacting despite the confusion, you pulled Helena's chair closer to you and raised a hand to block the light from her face as she buried her face in your chest. Rudolph's chair harshly skids on the ground as he stood up, turning to block the two of you from the camera's view and to face the photographer. Without missing a step, he is over the small fence separating the cafe from the streets and smacks the photographer's camera to the ground. Before the other man can even protest, your partner already has pushed the man back causing the latter to stumble and fall on the ground. Then before he can even get up and catch a breath, Rudolph curls his hand into a fist and starts punching the man's face, not letting the man even try to retaliate.

Despite this having become a recurring occurrence, it still shocks you to see Rudolph get into fights as you stared wide-eyed, worried that he was going to get himself hurt.

But it's Helena who snaps you out of it. Slowly lifting her head, she raises a hand and places it on your cheek, catching your attention. Meeting her eyes, she tells you softly, "We have to stop him."

Standing from her seat, she waits for you to do the same. You pull out your wallet and put enough money down for all of your meals and a nice tip before letting Helena takes your hand and guide you to your partner.

"Rudolph." Though her voice is soft and not even above a whisper, it's somehow loud enough to be heard by the count who stops and turns to look at the both of you, instantly forgetting about the photographer.

You both walk toward him and he quickly straightens up and drops the man from his hold. When you both reach him, he takes each of you by the hand and kisses the palm of your guys' hand, first Helena and then you. Lowering his hand, he looks at you as you speak, totally enraptured by you, almost as if you're the answer to every question he has ever asked. "Let's go home."

[ghnaim24]

If anyone is writing or taking requests of fics for Murder on the Orient Express (2017), please let me know I would love to make a request for Willem Dafoe’s character Gerhard Hardman. Please and thank you 🙏

[anonymousewrites]

Happy New Year!

I hope you all have a wonderful 2024! You guys all rock!

Here's my plan for what I know I'm writing so far in 2024:

A Study of the Heart and Brain Book 3

Adolescent Antichrist Book 5

One Hell of a Love Book 3 (once the season comes out :))

Don't worry, there will be more than that, but right now that's the definitive plan.

Some possible stories I'm considering:

AOS Logos and Pathos

AU Dazai x Reader

New Father Figure x Teen! Reader story

Also, for fun, here is the list of the books I read in 2023:

One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey

The Grimrose Girls by Laura Pohl

A Touch of Darkness by Scarlett St. Clair

A Duel with the Vampire Lord by Elise Kova

Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

The Stolen Heir by Holly Black

Radiant Sin by Katee Robert

The Stranger by Andre Camus

We Free the Stars by Hafsah Faizal

Kingdom of the Feared by Kerri Maniscalco

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid

On Writing by Stephen King

The Little Book of Talent by Daniel Coyle

League of Liars by Astrid Scholte

King of Wrath by Ana Huang

Furyborn by Claire Legrand

Hades by Carly Spade

Black Coffee by Agatha Christie

King of Pride by Ana Huang

Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie

Lord Edgware Dies by Agatha Christie

Murder on the Links by Agatha Christie

Mrs. McGinty’s Dead by Agatha Christie

The Atlas Paradox by Olivie Blake

Bloodmarked by Tracy Deon

Apollo by Carly Spade

Ares by Carly Spade

Eros by Carly Spade

Poseidon by Carly Spade

Zeus by Carly Spade

The Mystery of Three Quarters by Sophie Hannah

Hallowe’en Party by Agatha Christie

Pestilence by Laura Thalassa

The Power and the Glory by Graham Greene

Cruel Seduction by Katee Robert

Assistant to the Villain by Hannah Nicole Maehrer

A Duet with the Siren Duke by Elise Kova

Still Life by Louise Penny

A Fatal Grace by Louise Penny

L’Ultimate Notte Della Nostra Vita by Adam Silvera

War by Laura Thalassa

The Cruelest Month by Louise Penny

Throne of the Fallen by Kerri Maniscalco

A Midsummer Night’s Dream by William Shakespeare

The Madness of Crowds by Louise Penny

King of Greed by Ana Huang

Kingsbane by Claire Legrand

Lightbringer by Claire Legrand

Foul Lady Fortune by Chloe Gong

Foul Heart Huntsman by Chloe Gong

The Righteous by Renee Ahdieh

The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka

Nine Liars by Maureen Johnson

The Blue Machine by Helen Czerski

A Rule Against Murder by Louise Penny

The Brutal Telling by Louise Penny

The Murder at the Vicarage by Agatha Christie

The Harlequin Tea Set and Other Stories by Agatha Christie

Starter Villain by John Scalzi

Last Violent Call by Chloe Gong

The Mysterious Affair at Styles by Agatha Christie

Death in the Clouds by Agatha Christie

[bookishkates]

Ask Me About My Uterus by Abby Norman (BIG recommend)

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstern (literally changed my life)

Medieval or fairytale (can you tell there's a theme there)

Don't really have one (willing to take recs though! I just don't read a lot of science fiction)

Near-future, biopunk, and feminist science fiction (I'm actually currently writing something with these)

Payback's A Witch by Lana Harper and I Kissed A Girl by Jennet Alexander

Enjoy: enemies to lovers, grumpy x sunshine, opposites attract; dislike: smut (depending on execution), tragic queerness, the booktok man (if you know, you know)

Girl from the Sea by Molly Knox Ostertag (I have The Deep Dark locked and loaded for the next read)

Murder on The Orient Express by Agatha Christie

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (ugly sobbed at this book)

A Lesson in Vengence by Victoria Lee (but this book is SUPER low on my book ranking list bc horror books need to meet a certain threshold for me)

The Last Thing He Told Me (again, the bar is on the floor bc this book didn't impress me either)

Don't have one

Mystery, thriller, horror, romance (sometimes), fantasy

A Good Girl's Guide to Murder by Holly Jackson (they're on my shelf to be read, but they're probably the best I can do)

Percy Jackson and the Olympians by Rick Riordan (basic, I know, but I can't help having taste)

I don't read series generally for the reason of them not being finished and also being a big time commitment

I try to! It depends on what I find in a store or on TikTok. I love the Blind Date with a Book boxes, so I usually just go with whatever I get in those.

Again, bookstores or TikTok. I cannot walk into a B&N or a BAM or even Target without getting a book.

The Great Gatsby; The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis; The House of the Scorpion by Nancy Farmer

Percy Jackson

Don't have but want one

Last Night at the Telegraph Club by Malinda Lo

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll

Fireheart Tiger by Aliette de Bodard

The Biscuit the Dog books and Chicka Chicka Boom Boom

Goodreads 1000%

178 and counting

3

Physical copy always

Molly Knox Ostertag and Casey McQuiston

Pretty much never now that I'm out of high school

N/A

Predictable endings in horror books; most horror books have had an ending I predicted from chapter 5, which ruined the experience as a reader

Talia Avramov (Payback's A Witch) and Lilah Silver (I Kissed A Girl)

The Last Thing He Told Me (kind of)

10 but I'm hoping to read another this weekend

Depends on the book. If the top reviews on Goodreads are bad, I generally don't pick up that book or add it to my tbr.

Yes, and I still do! Working on lots of things right now

Depends on location and travel method but generally 1 or 2.

No, but I have one exception in that I bought the collector's edition of RWRB.

My Harry Potter books (that I got literally probably ten years ago) because my mom and extended family have borrowed them to read.

Seven Husbands, Go the Distance by Jen Calonita, and The Night Circus

SEVEN HUSBANDS PLEASE and also I Kissed A Girl because I think it would have similar vibes to Scream (2000)

I like horror, witchy, autumnal, and sapphic books, please give me recs!

The Last Thing He Told Me, The Midnight Library by Matt Haig, and Jagged Little Pill by Eric Smith

Every book I've read since getting my Goodreads has a review, and I don't hold back.

Depends on the day, the vibe, and what I want. Generally I like funny or upbeat books for romance/sapphic reads, but I will always take sapphic rep in my horror/thriller/mystery books.

MORE GAY COWBOYS! AND PIRATES!

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Name the best book you've read so far this year.

Favorite fantasy book(s).

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Where and how do you find new books to read?

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Favorite heist story book(s).

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Goodreads or StoryGraph (or something else)?

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Do you mostly read through e-reader; reading app on phone; on your laptop; a physical copy; or by audiobook?

Name your favorite author(s).

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Favorite book narration voice actor(s).

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Your absolute most favorite character(s) from any book you've ever read.

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Did you ever want to be a writer?

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Title of a book you own that's in the worst physical condition you have. Explain what happened to it. Post a picture if you want.

The book(s) whose stories have become part of your very makeup.

What book(s) would you sell your soul to get a TV or movie adaptation of?

I like _____, recommend me a book to read, please (insert a book, or trope, or character, or... anything you like before asking for this one).

What are the last three books you read?

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Do you prefer hopeful, humorous, very emotional or darker books?

What kind of book have you never read but always hope to find at some point in the future?

[arianadevareux]

Imagine...

Some scandalous photos being found of you and Ratchett.

(For vivi9is9my9name)

You never knew that a brief affair with a stranger would end up being such a big to do, but after some salacious photos of you with a man named Ratchett ended up surfacing in your collective social circles, you’d been dragged into an uncomfortable situation.

It had been nearly a year since you’d last seen him when rumors started going around about the two of you and some salacious photos. Someone had claimed to see them in Ratchett’s things, and eventually one had been taken from him that showed you, undressed.

‘How bothersome.’

The situation had to be remedied, and fast. You reached out to Ratchett and found that he’d been attempting to do the same. Through a series of telegraphs, it was decided that he would handle the situation on his end, as he’d been the one to lose one of the photos. The two of you planned to meet, discreetly, so that you could be the one to keep the photos. 

They’d been kept neatly in a decorative box. It wasn’t sealed, but it was quite nice. 

“There are a few missing, if I remember correctly.”

“Are there?” Ratchett asked, feigning innocence. 

He’d returned nearly all of them, though any that had clearly shown his face were kept behind.. “Do you intend to keep those safer than you did these?”

“I’ve taken care of everything. No need to fret. Come, let’s grab a drink.” 

(Note: I can’t tag that user anymore *^* Do any of y’all know if they changed their name or something?)