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Zks are starting to make me hate Zuko and he doesnât deserve that. I love him. Please, I beg you, shut the fuck up! Youâre destroying his character!
#Zuko chose Katara to go with him in the finale because he likes her#Zuko saved Katara from lighting because he likes her#Zuko is with Mai because he saw Katara with Aang#Zuko betrayed Katara because she hugged Aang#Zuko is the only one who truly understands Katara#PLEASE SHUT UP OH MY GOD LEAVE THAT POOR CHILD ALONE#anti-zutara#anti zutara#avatar: the last airbender#atla#avatar the last airbender#kataang#pro kataang#aang#avatar#Zuko#katara
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"I was trapped in the wardrobe while they had sex. I accidently waited so long that it was just weird to leave until they were finished." please, this could be really funny đ
AYE YO. I WAS CLEARING OUT MY DRAFTS AND LOOK WHAT I FOUND BURIED? I totally forgot about this, I think I never posted because I never proofread it, and I still havenât, but now I just donât care. enjoy whatever mess this is because I remember writing it on my phone!
psa to all. this is not prompts reopening, this is just me having a clearout of my asks/drafts! don't send me more!
When Azriel walked in, you became acutely aware of it before you could actually see him. You always just knew when he was nearby, the tingle on the back of your neck that travelled down your spine, the flutter in your chest, the way your thoughts seemed to scatter away temporarily. As your thoughts moved to him, you lost your place on the page, the story fading away.
Glancing up and waiting for him to appear, you were more than shocked that the usual stoic mask he wore was entirely absent, and instead, a look of horror and distress painted onto his features. He stared blankly into the room, shoulders slumped and eyes positively haunted.
"Az... sweetie, you okay?" He swallowed, throat bobbing, and his eyes finally moved from the fire to you on the couch before it. You closed your book after marking the page, setting it aside as he just stared. "You wanna' talk about whatever it is?"
"I... I was pranking Cassian." He paused, turning to face you a little more, and with a few quick steps, he shuffled across the room to perch on the arm of the large chair opposite you. "Y'know, to get back at him for replacing all my holsters with hot pink ones last month."
"I remember." It took everything you had not to giggle at the memory, it had been a full day before Azriel had found where Cassian had hidden the rest. A full day of watching your friend parade around strapped up in too-small hot-pink leather, tight around all those black-clad muscles and golden skin. It may have been a prank on Azriel but it was a treat for you.
"Well, I was in his closet. Cutting all his training shirts into crop tops." He shifted, eyes flickering away from your own as heat rose to his cheeks, wings drooping even further down as he practically hunched in on himself. It was so unlike him, and you were invested. "But.. Cass came back early. I had to stay in the closet and hide. He wasn't alone. Nesta was with him. They.."
"Started bangin'?"
Azriel cringed, looking as though he was traumatised by it. "It went on for so long. I heard their bodies make sounds I never want to hear again. I heard Cassian say things I never wanted to hear my brother say. I witnessed things that will leave me sleepless for-" You hid your giggle behind your book, squeezing your eyes shut and his words snapped off at your laughter. "It's not funny!"
"Why didn't you just, y'know, do your little shadow-winnow thingy out of there?"
"Oh, gee, I wish I thought of that!" He rolled his eyes at you, but the way he was resisting a smile flicking at the edges of his lips made you grin even wider. "Oh, wait, I did! Cassian obviously knew I was gonna' get him back, he must've figured it would involve some kind of magic or spell, because he warded his room. I went in on foot, I had to leave on foot. I was trapped!"
"Oh, Gods.." You were cracking up again, and he whined -whined! - like a petulant child, only furthering your amusement.
"I'm so glad you're finding joy in my misery. I'll never be the same."
"Oh, poor Azzy." You put on a pout, despite your chest still shaking a little with laughter. "C'mere, you want me to hug it better?"
You held your arms out to him, wiggling your fingers dramatically, and he huffed. The same indignant sound he always made, and you waited for him to slip on his I'm-so-manly mask, and tell you he didn't need a hug. Instead, he moved forwards, one knee on the edge of the couch beside your calves, plucking the book that lay abandoned on your chest and discarding it, before replacing it with his head as he collapsed down against you.
You sucked in a sharp breath, holding it as you felt him get comfortable, knowing that underneath his cheek was your racing heart, that there was no doubt he could feel it going crazy. His arms circled your waist, settling his body between your thighs until he was letting out a heavy sigh. Clearly comfortable now, his body melted into your own as your arms wrapped lightly around him, one hand smoothing up and down his spine between his wings slowly.
Your other hand twitched, neglected and feeling useless, drawn to touching him as he finally caved into whatever line you two had been dancing for over a year now. If he could let his walls down, you could too. Running your fingers once, experimentally, through his hair, he hummed happily under his breath at the feeling, tipping his head up fractionally into your touch to silently request more.
You weren't sure how long passed, how long it took you to finally calm the racing of your heart, the spinning of your mind.
It could have been hours or even days that you lay there, running your fingers through his hair, dragging your fingers over the muscle between his wings in soothing patterns.
"I've always thought you have such nice tits."
"What- I- Azriel!"
âIâm just saying! Iâve been lay on them for like twenty minutes now!â He chuckled but didnât shift off of you, even though you were sure the flush from your face was travelling down to your chest, under his cheek. âThis is nice. I donât feel so stressed anymore. I should lay on your tits more often.â
âHey!â You have a sharp tug to his hair, a punishment for the teasing lilt to his voice, and he groaned, lifting his head as your fingers started smoothing through the locks again.
There was a playful look on his face, something dangerous in eyes, not at all what your expected for your little act, and your breath hitched. âDonât start something you canât finish.â
His eyes flickered down to your lips as he stared, your breath hitching. You and Azriel had been flirting, dancing around this thing for so long now you could barely remember when it started, and you were waiting for him. Waiting for him to make the first move, to be ready for more. Youâd always been his, everyone knew it too, it was just waiting on him to make the move.
He shifted a little closer, until his lips were brushing yours, a teasing drag, testing the waters. Your fingers smoothed through his hair, a gentle caress until you were no longer gripping, fingers smoothing lightly over the back of his head instead.
âAzâŚâ
Your whisper was silenced, his lips crashing down into yours as that final thread of resistance snapped. It snapped so wonderfully, so cataclysmically, one hand smoothing up your body until leaving you entirely, pressing into the couch by your shoulder to hold himself up. The kiss was intoxicating, your head spinning with every slow drag of his lips against your own, every soft pant of your name he let out, every swipe of his tongue.
Your nails scratched against his scalp, a shaky moan too, when he sucked tour lower lip gently, pulling away only to take ragged, gasping breaths. With foreheads pressed together and your eyes still closed, you could practically feel his smile, his nose nudging yours.
âLetâs never stop doinâ that, okay?â
âI think I could agree to that.â You whispered back, hand slipping down to his face, thumb running between, across his lips softly. His eyes finally opened, pulling back enough to sparkle at you lovingly, brows raising a little at the mischievous look you were sure was on your face. âI think, you need a little revenge on Cass and Nes.â
âOh, yeah?â He dipped down, unable to help himself from stealing a few further kisses from your lips, despite your giggling and smiling. âHow am I gonnaâ do that?â
âWe.â You hitched a leg up, locking it at his waist, his wings flaring and eyes darkening a little as you pushed his hips down into your own. Every little bit of your bodies was touching, the evidence of his arousal clearly grinding into your now, and his other hand flew back to from your thigh. âDinner time soon, and guess who has to walk right through this living room to get to the dining room. I say we give them a little show of our own.â
His wings spread a little further, shielding you from the outside world entirely. âOnly I get to see you fall apart, baby, but I want you to wake them up with your screams.â
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Miranda Pristly's First Daughter
Alright, Devil Wears the Prada is one of my favorites, if it's also your favorite comment down below (Feels like talking in a YouTube video.)
Warnings: Angst. Hurt but no comfort (if you want I make one with comfort) poor wording (I didn't know if it's a warning, but why not) no happy ending, platonic. reader is Miranda's daughter. (if there is something I mess, please comment)
If you didn't watch the movie Devil Wears the Prada, please watch it. I highly recommend it, it's a movie worth you're time.
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Credits to whoever the image belongs
Here we go
Y/n is Miranda's first child. Y/n is the daughter of Miranda's first husband and first love.
After his death, Miranda poured herself into work. Causing to loss of the relationship with Y/N
Miranda slowly ignored Y/n.
After a bit, the twins came and took all the love and attention. Causing Y/n to be distant even more.
Nevertheless, Y/n always tried to make Miranda spend time with her. But Miranda refused every time. Y/n was losing hope.
Once, Y/n tried to make Miranda have dinner with her. Since itâs been nearly a year they had dinner together. Miranda gets fed up and shouts hurtful things at Y/n. Something like this âWhy donât you ever leave me alone?! Always asking this and that? Is the money I give you enough to shut you up?! Canât you fucking see that I am busy and come home to take a rest and you are being a pain. Donât you have something productive to do other than being a pain up my ass?!... God, I wish I never had youâ
Though she said that last thing to herself it was hearable. Y/n was heartbroken after she heard her own mother say those hurtful things.Â
y/n replied â I am really sorry I never thought I was that⌠of a pain to you⌠I will never bother you anymore. I am really sorryâ
With that Y/n left for her room. And Y/n didnât come down to eat dinner.
Y/n was a woman of her word.
The next day, when Miranda came home, she forgot what happened that night because she was busy all day. So as usual Miranda expected Y/n to annoy her again.
But Y/n knowing Miranda was home, didnât come down and stayed in her room for the rest of the night.Â
Miranda didn't even notice that the last time she saw Y/n was the night she yelled at her.
The next morning Y/n left early because she didnât want to face Miranda.Â
When Miranda came out, she didnât see y/n. For some time she didnât even remember y/n. But when the Twins came down, she remembered y/n.
When she didnât catch a glaze of Y/n she thought Y/n left early. Which was true but she doesnât know why.Â
When Miranda comes back. Lizzie is the woman who takes care of both the house and the children when Miranda is not there. Mostly all the time, even when Miranda was there. Lizzie said âOh and Miranda, Y/n is with her friends. She will come back late or at the same time you go to sleep. Tell her to eat dinner or at least half of it, even if she said that she ate the dinner⌠oh, and if she didnât come just go to sleep.â
Miranda heard half of what Lizze said and just nodded.Â
But Y/n didnât come. So Miranda went to sleep.Â
This went on for so many months. And Miranda didnât care much.Â
Y/n never tried to earn Mirandaâs love anymore.
Alright if you want more just ask.
Until next time, it's me T.K Charming.
#miranda priestly#y/n#miranda x reader#angst#hurt no comfort#headcanon#still learning#miranda priestly x daughter#until next time#devil wears prada#oc
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Sand could have murdered Top and framed Ray for it and I would have helped him plant the evidence but I really really wish he hadn't said this to Ray:
because he could have just told Ray and left it up to him, he didn't have to make sure that Ray knew he was on a missive to act upon this information.
Because this doesn't just mean Sand knows Ray likes Mew. he's known, he's always known. The very first thing he asks Ray is "where is your friend with the glasses" even though we find out later that he knows Boston and quite well in fact. He could have said 'where is Boston?' but he mentions Mew the very first time they hang out because he knows to some degree that Mew is special to Ray. Sand saying this to Ray means that at this stage he knows just how much Ray likes Mew and that it's not a normal amount (I don't think he really understood how love and destruction go hand in hand for Ray but oh well) and he uses that information to wholly manipulate Ray and I wanted just ONE (1) thing in Ray's life, one type of love to stay sacred for him. And the way Ray clocks it is heartbreaking. Now I must be real with you I hadn't realized when I first watched the episode that Ray knew he was being manipulated but the great efforts of @kattyangel and other meta writers on here has shown me the light and it makes some of the things that Ray does so extremely bleak that I just...
Ray doesn't just change his entire demeanour, his freaking voice drops (and I will never not be in awe of Khaotung for the nuance that he plays Ray with). To think that he's been using his customer service voice with Sand this whole time is more than my poor heart can handle.
This is now the third time that Ray has said this and it's getting almost rote at this point. It makes me think of what this whole helpless child act is even for. And the fact that he is so quick to understand that Sand is manipulating him even though he has almost no idea - even after everything Sand has done for him - that Sand actually likes him makes me want to shave all my hair off.
What does Ray think his role in other people's life is? What does he think he needs to do to keep Sand by his side exactly? I might be reaching here but gosh I can't help but feel how entirely pointed this is now.
I originally thought that he said this because Sand is too recent to register as being significant. But if Sand was insignificant to Ray why would he torch Sand along with his friends? He could have just ignored him or pushed him away when Sand intervened.
Ray doesn't believe that Sand's feelings for him are genuine. When he calls Sand a whore, I think he truly believes that Sand followed him out because he was afraid of losing Ray's money and influence. I already talk about how Ray has been desperate for a chance to talk about them with Sand, to explain himself and Sand shuts him out here (yes I know Sand has said and acted accordingly in regards to not needing or wanting Ray's money but god my poor creature of love is hurting and traumatized leave him alone)
How can Sand go back to Ray? PLEASE - How can Ray go back to Sand? He was trying to build something with Sand that he himself didn't understand very well and maybe he wasn't going about it in the healthiest fashion and yes Boston torched it but Sand didn't have to nuke it quite like this
#ofts meta#sandray meta#ofts ray#only friends the series#ofts#my dearest and specialest baby boy!!!!!#nani's hot takes
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Piano
Halsin discovers one of Annie's hidden talents. SFW mostly.
WhatâŚwhat is that sound? Is that music? Halsin thought, his elven hearing picking up noise at the Last Light Inn. Do my ears deceive me? Is that a piano? It did not take him long to pinpoint the source.
There was a group, including Astarion, Karlach, Gale, and Wyll, standing and watching someone play.
His heart soared when he saw who was playing.
Annie.
She played a jaunty tune he was not familiar with, but it did not matter. She possesses so many gifts, yet she remains humble.
And so very beautiful. The way she felt against me last nightâŚ
He squeezed his eyes shut. No. I must control myself. Not here. Not now. Later? Perhaps?
âI canât believe Annieâs been holding out on us!â Karlach exclaimed, gesturing to the tall half-elf at the piano. âSheâs really good!â
The song ended, and everyone clapped, making Anais blush. âOh gods. I didnât mean to attract a crowd.â
âWhen you play so beautifully, my dear, I would hope youâd have an audience.â Gale said with a smile. âTruly, you are amazing.â
One of Harpers waved to her. âHey, do you take requests?â
âOh yes please, Miss Annie!â An orphan shouted.
Poor Annie looks fit to flee. Donât worry, my heart---your bear is here. Halsin chuckled and knelt before the orphan. âIâm sure Miss Annie wouldnât mind, but she needs a break, little one. Why donât you ask later?â
The child smiled, and thankfully the crowd dispersed leaving Anais and Halsin alone. He sat next to her on the bench and placed a kiss on her cheek.
âThanks for that. I found the piano the a few days ago and decided to check to see if it still works. So then I just tuned it and played for the first time since I was abductedâŚbut I didnât know practically everyone found me.â She reached for one of his hands and gave it a gentle squeeze. âI forgot how much I miss it.â
Such yearning in her voice. She truly misses home, and my heart breaks for her. âThen perhaps, should you find yourself with timeââ He did not get to finish before she silenced him with a kiss.
Anais smiled knowingly when she stopped kissing him. âI have time later after everyone has gone to bed. Meet me here, love.â
âAs if I can say no to you. Very well, later my heart.â He stood and offered her a hand as she rose. I can never refuse you, sweetest flower.
***
When Halsin reached the room with the piano, he was not surprised to see Anais already there. She was the very picture of delight and excitement, and when her gaze met his, she beamed at him. Anais greeted him with a breathy âhelloâ and hugged Halsin. She loves not only receiving affection but giving it. How I yearn for the day when we may finally be alone for longer than a few hours at a time.
âHave you been waiting long, my heart?â
She shook her head. âOh no! I only got here a few moments ago myself. Please, love.â Anais sat on the bench at the piano and gestured to Halsin to sit next to her. This is going to be a tight squeeze, but Iâm not complaining. It was indeed a tight squeeze, but it seems Annie doesnât mind either. Good, good. âIâm going to probably regret asking, but what do you know of dwarven opera?â
Halsin chuckled. âNothing at all, Iâm afraid.â
âThatâs alright. Anyways, what I want to play for you is one of my favorite pieces from a dwarven opera.â Taking a deep breath, she focused on the piano and began to play. Halsin was enchanted by her, by the music, by the way her fingers danced on the keys. He was not sure how much time had passed before she did several flourishes at what he thought was the end of the song. âDid you like it?â she asked timidly, her cheeks a little flushed.
Cupping her face in his large, calloused hands, he kissed her gently. âOf course, I did! What a beautiful gift you haveâŚthank you for sharing it with me.â
She smiled softly, clearly enjoying his touch. âYouâre very welcome. Any requests before we possibly head to my tent for other activities?â Anais teased. How sweet she is.
He thought for a moment. âSomething that brings you joy.â
That was not an answer she expected. The way her nose scrunches as she thinksâŚshe is more beautiful than nature itself. âIâŚoh, alright. Um, how about this?â She played a romantic, whimsical waltz, and Halsin easily imagined her dancing in a forest clearing, the sun kissing her hair and face to make her glow. Or better yet, dancing naked under the moonlight. What a sight that would be. When she finished, she smiled nervously again. âItâs one of my favorite waltzes. Always wanted to dance to it withâŚâ she shook her head. âNevermind. Just being silly.â
âNo, please tell me.â Tucking an errant strand of hair behind one of her perfect ears, Halsin smiled gently. âI assure you whatever youâre thinking isnât silly.â
A faint blush painted her cheeks. âWith my future husband at our wedding. Like I said, very silly.â Halsin never wishes to marry and made that abundantly clear. Thatâs alright though. Weâll still have a lovely dance. Maybe in our home? Or perhaps under the moonlight? âExtremely silly.â
He pressed his lips to one of her pink cheeks and gave her the gentlest of kisses, long and lingering. âNot silly at all. It simply means youâre a romantic at heart. It just so happens I am as well!â He stood and walked a few paces from her. âMy love, why not enchant the piano to play the song? I willâŚerm, attempt to dance with you, if you wish.â Oh my gods, his face! He looks so nervous! Aww, love. I wonât judge you for having two left feet. Da was just awful, but Mum didnât care. âI know a few dances from the forests where I grew up, though I donât believe Iâve ever waltzed.â
Anais smiled. That is the least surprising thing Iâve ever heard from Halsin. Other than that he loves honey. âItâs okay. We donât have to waltz, love.â She waved a hand at the piano and muttered a spell under her breath. The keys immediately moved, playing her favorite waltz. She held out her hands to him, and he pulled her into his arms. One muscled arm snaked around her thick waist, hand settling on a hip, while the other held one of her hands over his heart. His head rested against hers as he breathed in her scent. âThis is really nice.â She whispered. I never ever thought this would actually happen, but it is. Itâs really happening!
As they swayed, Halsin kissed her red hair and occasionally sighed happily. âMy heart, is this as good as what you dreamed of?â
She shook her head, still smiling. I donât want this moment to end⌠âNo. Itâs even better.â
#anais wildheart#annie x halsin#half elf tav#plus size tav#sorcerer tav#halsin bg3#halsin#halsin silverbough#fluff#dwarven opera is a thing because i said so
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Poor Petal, she must have had a panic attack when she found out she was pregnant for the first time.
She was downright terrified.
She broke down crying, screaming into her pillow, refusing to let Doma hold or console her. Surprisingly, he left her alone, letting her deal with her emotions on her own.
The only words he left her was, "Oh, [Name], I'm so happy. Soon, we're going to be parents, my sweet pretty petal!"
[Name] just couldn't understand how this happened. She was careful, so diligent in taking the tea every night. She began racking her mind, trying to make sense of it all, and search for a possibility why this small mistake occurred.
Until she recalled two months prior, where Doma's insatiable hunger for his wife consumed him. Like an animal in heat, he forced himself on her, ignoring her pleas to stop, releasing his fertile seed deep into her womb. Over and over again, he made sure every night she was filled with his cum, having the sole mission to make her bear his children.
âŚâŚâŚ âŚâŚâŚ
Doma had to travel southward for demon duties and he felt this was the perfect opportunity for you both to get closer. A whole week together, all alone while he was free from his duties, a chance to finally have some quality bonding time without his cult. It was a dream come true.
However, this place was in the middle of nowhere, hardly any villages, let alone stores, around. All the sources you used to protect yourself from Doma were gone, the foods and teas you consumed to prevent a pregnancy out of reach.
The only people around were fellow upper moons, who stayed far away from your husband, especially you.
Thus, you were forced to endure his doting behavior, forced to play his dangerous games, and forced to let him breed you.
âŚâŚâŚ âŚâŚâŚ
"Pretty petal. So pretty, so beautiful. You're taking me so well, hah," Doma laughs, snapping his hips harshly, thick balls slapping against your skin. You bounced with every thrust, mewling and whimpering, begging him to slow down. It only stirred him on to go faster. "No, no, no, this is the best way to ensure maximum success with fertilizing you. I have to make sure my seed is as deep as possible inside you, my petal!"
The aching between your legs grew, arching your back as an orgasm washes over you once again. Your juices release over his thick cock, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your velvet walls constrict around him. "Ah! Ah, D-Doma!"
"Mm, hngh! P-petal! Petal! Petal! " Doma whines out, biting his bottom lip, grinning like a madman as the sweet relief of climax fast approaches him. His thrusts turn sloppy and his hips stutter. Quickly, he pulls out and leaves you feeling empty for a few seconds. He grabs your legs, hooking his arms around your knees, and pushes your thighs to your chest, claws digging into your plush skin as he starts to hammer into you. "So-so good! Such a good girl! You'll be such a good mother, sweet petal! Just you wait! I'll make you a mommy, ok? Just- fuck!"
He releases long, thick ropes of cum, painting your womb white with his fertile seed once more. He thrusts weakly, head falling back as he gasps. "Mm, ah-ah, [N-Name]...!" You squeeze your eyes shut, looking to the side, swallowing bitterly as he fills you to the brim, cum leaking out as he slides in and out. It drips onto the bed, staining the pristine, red cotton sheets.
"Oh, petal, please don't look away. I want to see you," Doma croons, pulling out with a shaky breath and looking down at the mess between your legs with a grin. White painted the sheets below like a puddle. He pulls out with a groan. Seeing the way your pussy gushes out his cum, flexing around nothing, it makes him want to take you all over again. He slides two fingers up across your folds, gathering his seed, and pushing it back into your sopping hole with his fingertips. He hums whilsts you whine, rocking your hips at the weird sensation. "Such a pretty sight, you took me so well, petal. I'm so proud of you!"
He's met with silence. Though, it doesn't bother him as he already fulfilled his task for the night. After five long rounds, he believes its enough for the day and he'll repeat the process tomorrow. For now, both of you need rest, we'll, mainly you if you're going to stay awake during the whole ordeal.
You were in a daze as Doma cleaned both you and himself up, changing the sheets into soft clean ones, and covering your body with the blankets, tucking it in.
"Good night, my pretty wife," Doma whispers, taking his spot beside you, his arms slithering around your frame and pulling you close. His chest pressed against your nude back, his legs tangling in yours, and he buried his face in your hair, taking a deep breath of your sweet aroma. "I love you..."
âŚâŚâŚ âŚâŚâŚ
Immediately after coming back from your journey, Doma became busy, his schedule packed to the brim with orders from his master. It irritated him, saddened him even, that he would be apart from you for a while.
As much as he loved ravishing your body every night, he had to focus on completing every task with precise accuracy. He doesn't want to disappoint his master after all.
But before he left you alone the first night back, he replaced your assigned follower with a different one. One that reported back to him and carried out his orders, their loyalty to the demon overriding their morals to protect you.
He wasn't stupid. It didn't take long for him to figure out the tea you drank prevented you from becoming pregnant, a huge change to the tea he got to make you fertile. The news did upset him, but he hid the discovery and played along with your little antics. It made him try to come up with a solution, where he disguised the tea you drank to better fit his wishes.
Like an unsuspecting mouse, you walked right into the cat's claws.
Anyone who tried helping you was either eaten by Doma or killed by him in another manner. If the actions of a stupid, disloyal follower was keeping him away from his dream of having a family, the demon won't hesitate to get rid of them. They should know better.
Doma's dreams are his followers' orders.
If he says he dreamt of eating a hundred virgins, his followers should offer him the bountiful feast of meat from a hundred virgins.
If he says he dreamt of growing his cult, his followers should go out and recruit people to join them.
Now, if he says he dreams of a child with his wife, his followers should offer their help and make sure he gets his child.
By god, did they live up to his expectations for once. Everyone - from the ones who prepared your meals to the new members who brought you gifts - made sure every small action built up to the final wish of their leader's plan.
Every food and drink you consumed had been carefully chosen to help make you plump and help the baby grow. Every bath had been filled with excotic herbs to soothe your changing body. Every offering had slowly been gearing towards a human smaller than you. Yet, you never really paid attention to the small differences.
Doma noticed how tired you seem lately, how you complained to the follower assigned to you about the tenderness of your breast and the pain of your abdominal and pelvis area, and even how different you looked, almost glowing.
At first, he didn't put the pieces together. Surely all women were like this, right? Yet, that wasn't the case.
He found himself always wondering why your emotions were easily more unhinged, why you ate the foods he hand-fed you more easily, or why you were napping in the afternoon. Yes, he liked these changes and welcomed them eagerly, believing you were finally warming up to him. But why?
After nearly six weeks, you were worried why your period didn't come. You speculated the stress could have been a prominent factor in causing your late cycle, sometimes occurring in your youth. You seem bloated lately as well, you note, or it could've been weight gain due to the food you have been eating lately. Thus you brushed it off.
It'll come soon, you just know it. Afterall, you're still a human and change is a part of life.
In another area of the temple, a different situation was unfolding. When the trusted follower reported to Doma about your very late menstrual cycle, he clapped with joy like a child being entertained. Of course! How slow can he be?! You finally are carrying his child! The hormonal changes affected how you behaved with him and the sudden weight gain explained it all.
Oh, he just couldn't wait for the day to come!
However...
He had to make sure you did nothing irresponsible to push back his dream.
Doma became more strict and possessive with you. He didn't let you go anywhere alone. Even if you were in the privacy of your room, someone had to be there.
The days where you spent waiting for him in your bedroom were now spent at his side. He forced you to sit on his lap like before, feeding you more than you're used to. Any question concerning his increase of doting behavior was met with a laugh and a kiss to your cheek. "I just love you so much, I want you to be healthy!"
Doma isn't stupid. He knew the moment he mentioned, or even insinuated, you were pregnant, you would break down and possibly affect the baby negatively. He didn't know if you were capable of taking drastic measures of getting rid of it this far along, but he didn't want to find out.
With careful, watchful eyes, Doma made sure everyday you were fed well, that you were always protected, and made sure nothing upset you. He went the extra mile to find medicine and herbs incase you ever fell ill. The demon made sure your attention was always occupied to keep from noticing your changing body.
To say it worked was an understatement.
By the fifth month, you realized despite your growing stomach, you weren't gaining weight anywhere else. Most of your clothes fit like a glove except around your abdomen.
Your heart began to race as you wracked your mind of the events for the past few months.
When was the last time you had gotten your period?
You don't recall changing your sheets every month because you stained it, nor do you recall dealing with the hassle of keeping yourself clean. Come to think of it, you felt at ease these past few months, the usual cramps and cravings you felt no longer bothering you like before.
Ridding yourself of your clothes, slipping your kimono off until you're left in your undergarments of hadajyuban and susuyoke. You undid your sash and revealed your stomach. You're met with the sight of your bulging tummy and tender breasts. Pressing a finger pad to the skin of your stomach, it seemed firm instead of soft and plush. With a shaky breath, you pressed your palms against your stomach and...
Kick. Kick.
You removed your hands immediately, face falling. No...
No. No! No! No!
How didn't you notice it before!?
Your chest fell and rose quickly with every breath you took, hyperventilating as the situation dawned on you. You were pregnant. Actually pregnant with that damn demon's child. A bellowing scream ripped from your throat, the high-pitch intensity resonating like shattering glass throughout the temple.
Doma raced to your bedroom, fearing the worse as he heard his wife scream. He ran into the bedroom, only to be met with your form bawling on the floor, hunched over as sobs wracked your body. Followers tried to console you, yet you ignored them.
Doma approached you carefully and crouched down, but the moment he put a hand on your back, you whipped your head and cracked your hand across his face like a whip. He fell back, catching himself, shock etched into his features. You... You hit him? He paid no mind to the followers who raced to his side, asking him if he was okay. He was more surprised you dared slap him.
The stinging of his cheek didn't hurt , but it caught him off guard. He looked up and leered at you with wide eyes. Yet he clashed with the burning, sorrowful gaze you held.
"Fuck you! Goddamnit, leave me alone, you monster! I hate you! I hate you! I hate you!!" You screech, standing up and burying your face in your hands. Tears slipped through your fingers and dripped to the floor.
Doma smiled, finally understanding why you were reacting the way you were. He began chuckling, then giggling, and then he broke into a fit of laughter. He stood up and held a hand to his face, looking at you with a crazed, delighted expression on his face. Gleefully, he spoke, "Oh, petal! You finally caught on!"
You shake your head and begin crying louder, turning your back to the demon. "No, no, no...," you whimper.
"We're going to be parents...," Doma croons, taking small, quiet steps towards you. Like before, he tries pulling you close but you brush him off.
"Please... Please, just leave me alone...!"
"Oh, [Name], you'll see. Once our baby is here, you'll love being a mommy. Just like I'll love being a papa...!"
"No... I didn't want this...."
"But I did! I told you for so long...," Doma whispers, uncomfortably close to you. He lets out a breathy laugh. "And now that you're finally with child, I'm going to make sure I see my baby no matter what."
You could only stand in horror, listening to his voice. The panic crawled up your throat, fear taking hold of you as you froze up. With bated breath, you wait for him to leave. But his next words made your heart drop and blood run cold.
"I'm willing to do anything for our child, [Name]. Even if it means I may have to hurt you to guarantee their safe arrival."
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Doma is not submissive and breedable. He is dominant and fertile.
He finally has his wish of having a family with the woman he loves.
And he'll do anything to make it come true.
Even if it means he has to become the monster and hurt you to get it.
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Can I get a story with Levi and a child reader (Chile, hear me out) who he sort of takes care of please? Like she doesnât have parents and found her way to the Corps somehow. Sheâs curious and innocent, she loves to explore. However, sheâs very anxious and relies on Levi to protect her. She only comes out of her shell when heâs at her side. He seems distant, but he secretly adores her and will raise all of Hell if anything ever happens to her. Thank you!
C/n: wait! This isâŚadorable!! I love it! Iâm just picturing baby Caddy with grumpy Levi and I almost died. Thanks for requesting and I hope that you enjoyđ¤
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His Girl. (Levi x Reader)
How a child managed to get into the most dangerous army regiment without being seen was a mystery to everyone. But there she was. Sitting in the kitchen, munching on bread. âWho is she?â Eren asks and Armin squats down to get a better look at her. âDonât know. Hey there. Iâm Armin. This is my friend, Eren. Whatâs your name?â Armin asks but she doesnât look at him nor answer. She just stares at the bread in her hands.
âOi! Why is everyone gathered here?! Donât you people have duties to attend to?â A gruff voice asks and Y/n looks up to see a man. âC-Captain Levi! Thereâs a child here and we donât know how she got here!â Eren stutters and Levi looks at her. She stares at him with big e/c eyes with breadcrumbs all over her face. âTch. All of you go. Iâll sort this out.â He orders and everyone dispersed leaving him alone with her.
âCan you talk?â He asks and he sees her nod.
âWhatâs your name?â She plays with the bread but answers. âY/n. Y/n L/n.â
âAlright, Y/n. Why donât come with me and you can tell me exactly how you got here?â She nods and slowly gets up and walks to Levi. Her little legs not being able to keep up with him and he scoffs. âCome here then, brat.â He says and lifts her up and carries her to his office.
Once there, Levi sat her down on the couch and sat next to her. âHow did you come here? Whereâs your mom and dad?â He asks and she looks around his office. âMommy left and daddy died.â She says nonchalantly and Leviâs eyes widen. âJesus Christ.â âOh. Well then, how did you get here then?â
Y/n continues to look around as she swung her legs back and forth. âHorses.â She says and Levi nods. âHow old are you?â She looks at him and holds up five fingers. He nods and then looks at her attire. He gets up and goes to his bedroom to get a spare t shirt for her when he feels some hug his leg. âOi. What are you doing?â He asks looking down at her, Y/nâs eyes staring at him. âTch. Put this on then.â He says and gives it her. She takes the shirt and plops down on the floor as she plays with it. âLord have mercy.â
Levi rolls his eyes and picks her up and sits her on his bed. He removes the torn shirt she wore and looked at the marks on her tummy. âHow did you get this?â He asks and she shrugs. He sighs and puts the shirt on her. âWeâre going to see a friend of mine. Then Iâm going to give you bath because youâre filthy.â That makes her giggle and hold his face. âWevi.â She says and he groans. âLevi. Say âLeviâ.â
âWevi.â
He shakes his head and takes her into his arms as he begins to walk to Erwinâs office. He knocked and waited for him to answer while Y/n stared at Levi. Erwinâs door opens and Y/n flinches at the loud sound.
âOh! Levi, hello. And who is this?â He looks at the girl in his arms and Levi enters the office and plops Y/n in the couch. âY/n L/n.â Levi says and Erwin squats down in front of the small girl. âHello, beautiful. Iâm Erwin.â He introduces himself but Y/n only stared at Levi.
Erwin turned and faced his friend as he tried not to laugh. âI think she likes you Levi.â He teases and Levi rolls his eyes. âTell him how you got here, brat.â He tells her and she nods. âMommy left and daddy died. I saw horses and came here.â She says in, possibly the sweetest voice Erwin has ever heard.
âLevi sheâs adorable.â Erwin smiles and pinches her cheek. Her hands touch Erwinâs eyebrows and he chuckles. âLike them?â He asks and she nods. âCaterpillars.â She mumbles and Levi resists the urge to laugh. âAlright, Iâm taking her to my room. Get her cleaned up and stuff. What do you want to do with her?â Levi asks Erwin.
âWell, Iâm not going to send her to the orphanage, thatâs for sure. Why donât you take care of her? I mean, we all will. Sheâs safe here. What do you say?â Levi rubs a hand through his hair but nods. âI donât think I have choice, now do I?â âNo not really.â Levi sighs. âWhatever. Come on, Y/n. Letâs go.â
She quickly leaves Erwin and waddles to Levi begins to walk to the door. âUh, Levi?â Erwin calls and Levi faces him to see Erwin point down. Levi looks down to see Y/n make grabby hands to Levi and he sighs.
âCome here then.â He takes Y/n in his arms and begins to leave. âNot a word, Eyebrows.â
âI didnât say anything!â
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Levi bathed her and watched her as she played with the bubbles he made for her. Y/n blew the bubbles and one landed on Leviâs head which made her giggle. âHaha, very funny.â He sarcastically says and drains the tub. He wipes his head and then wipes Y/n down. âArms up.â He orders and she puts her arms up as he wipes her tummy and legs and toes. Then he wraps her in the towel and takes him to his bedroom and sets her down on the bed.
He takes a new shirt and shorts and puts it on her to see it was massive on her. âDo I have to get you new clothes now?â He asks her but she just stares at her toes. Levi sighs and makes a plan to tighten the clothes around her. He pins them together and ties the t shirt. It worked but he definitely needed to get new clothes for her.
âHungry or sleepy?â He asks and she blinks. Her stomach growled and he hums. âHungry it is then.â He takes her into his arms and makes his way to the mess hall. Luckily he was the first time there so he got them both food and he sat her next to him.
She ate like hadnât for months and Levi wiped her lips. âSlowly. We donât want you getting sick.â He says and she nods.
Slowly, the mess hall started to fill up and when Leviâs squad surrounded the table to see the little girl from earlier sitting next to their captain:
They were smitten.
âAww hello there!â
âYouâre so pretty!â
âHow old are you?! How did you get here?!â
âSuch chubby cheeks. Lemme pinch!â
Poor Y/n was so overwhelmed by the attention she hid in Leviâs side. âHey! Youâre all scaring her. Calm your tits.â He ordered and everyone falls silent. But then they hear giggling and Levi looks down to see Y/n sitting in his lap.
âWhatâs her name, Captain?â Armin asks as she looks up at Levi. âY/n L/n. Sheâs an orphan and sheâs going to be staying there from now on.â He says and everyone smiles. Y/n looks around to see everyone looking at her and she eats her meat. âLevi?â She calls him and looks down. âWhat?â
âThirsty.â
He takes her cup of water and gives it to her. She drinks and then looks at him. âLevi?â âYeah?â âI want to see the horses.â
âNot now. Itâs late.â Levi says and finishes his tea.
âCan we play with her?â Eren asks and Levi looks at him, thinking. âFine. I got paperwork to do anyway. But, Armin is in charge,â he looks at him, âdonât let her out of your sight.â
When Levi places her on Arminâs lap, he leaves and begins to work on his paperwork.
âSo Y/n, what do you like?â Eren asks and Y/n turns her face away and cuddles Armin. âOh my god I think my heart just busted a nut.â Connie says and Sasha slaps his head. âWhat?!â âDonât speak like that in front of babies, idiot.â
Y/n jumps down from Armin and walks to a barrel to explore. Everyone watches her as she walks around the hall. But as she walked, a very tall man cowered over her. âHello there.â Mike greets and that made her break.
She started crying and Armin rushed over to her with Eren and Mikasa. âY/n. What happened?â
âLevi. I want Levi.â She cries out and holds her face and Armin picks her up and goes to Leviâs office as he tries to calm her down. Levi immediately opened the door and sees Y/n reaching for him. âWhat the hell happened?â He asks as he bounces her to calm her down. âSquad Leader Mike said hi and she just bursted out crying.â Armin explains.
âThe giant was bound to do that. Thanks Armin. You can go.â He dismissed him and shuts the door as he holds Y/n. âBrat, you need to be strong. You canât cry for everything, alright?â He speaks to her and looks down to see her fast asleep. He rolls his eyes and tucks her into his bed.
âWhat a pain.â
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Y/n started to fit in nicely. She loved her Aunt Hange and Uncle Erwin and even warmed up to Mike. But everyone in the Corps realized that she was only smiley and laughing if she had her protector with her. Levi had to be with her whenever she went and it was tiring because her curious mind wanted to go everywhere.
One time, he had to leave with Erwin to the city and Y/n cried the whole time he was away. Hange had to make a baby potion to help her sleep and when Levi returned, Hange almost got killed by him because she allowed her to cry.
He wonât admit it, but the brat made her way into his heart. It was the little things at first. How she always looked for him when she woke up, how she âhelpedâ him with paperwork. By helped, she wrote squiggles. Levi even caught himself hating being apart from her. He always worried about her in his own way.
âY/n probably would want this, huh?â
âYou think Y/n likes strawberries?â
âY/n would love that show. I have to bring her here one day.â
Erwin had to listen to his friend speak about Y/n every single time they went to the city. Not shutting up once about her. It was refreshing to hear Levi speak that much.
Y/n was the reason Levi got sleep. She had nightmares and wouldnât fall asleep unless her Levi was there. To her, if he was next to her, he will fight all the monsters that came for her. Levi ended sleeping a full six hours and Y/n ended up in his chest.
He wonât admit, not to anyone alive, but Y/n was his girl. Levi took her to see Hange and when Hange wanted to carry her, Levi just said no. âYour hands are dirty and I just gave her a bath.â
âBut I-â
âNo.â
Y/n was super possessive of her Levi. She never wanted him to go anywhere without her and he just had to suck it up and take her wherever.
Not that he minded. No, not at all.
ââââââââââââââââââââââââââ
âGenshin is taking over my life.â
đ¤đ¤Thanks for readingđ¤đ¤
-Caddy.
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Oo a jealous punishment regulus smut? Or a teasing regulus one?
Jealous
Hope you enjoy it babe, i tried to include them all in oneđĽ´
Warning: 18+
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âReg, we were just joking around. Itâs not that serious!â
Ignoring you he kept walking towards the Slytherin dorms. You hesitated when he went through, but quickly made up your mind running after him.
âRegulus!â, you called, frustrated with his childish actions.
He just slammed his door shut and left you there. In the middle of the hallway.
âFine act like a child! But donât come crawling to me when you need someone to fuck you!â
The Slytherins around you gasped, already gossiping if you really were the one dominating the relationship, but you didnât stay any longer to hear the rest.
Your mood was sour after that incident. You took it out on everyone, until Lily cheered you up a little. Sirius of course made it his mission to annoy his little brother any chance he got, like floating his food or firing peanuts into his water cup. You were still wondering where he got the peanuts from.
Regulusâ resolve was slipping, but he held himself back. He would punish you later for your disobedience.
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Doing your rounds in the hallways you tried to distract yourself, but your mind kept playing the mental image of Regulus giving you the âYou fucked upâ look. God, the way he stared at you during dinner, his eyes blazing with rage, jaw pressed tightly together. You just wanted to crawl on your knees and apologize. And suck him off.
âWhere are your little friends? No Sirius to avenge you?â
You swirled around startled, looking at Regulus. God he looked so good in his green-silver robes, black hair neatly styled. The way he stood, like he owned the fucking castle and everyone in it. The air around him screamed Noble House of Black.
âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
Regulus smirked, clicking his tongue.
âWhat have I told you about cussing, love?â
You snorted, crossing your arms on your chest.
âWhat makes you think Iâll listen to anything you say?â
Regulus let out a small laugh, fingers flexing at his sides and he crossed his arms behind his back. Fuck, the way heâs standing.
âLast I checked you were still my little girl.â
âMaybe I should be calling you that, considering the way you were acting last night.â
Regulus smug expression changed in seconds, mouth pressing into a thin line.
âCarefulâ, he barked out, âyou donât want to go there.â
âOr what little boy? You gonna go running to mommy?â
That was a low blow and you knew it, but you were so fucking angry and horny and just wanted a reaction. Anything. You wanted him to break you. To lose himself in you and give into his rage for once in his goddamn life.
âSeems like I made a poor job in disciplining you. Lets change that.â
âFuck you, donât think Iâll break that easy Reggie.â
âIâd be disappointed if you did. Put up a fight slut, itâs more fun this way.â
He was walking in your direction with every word, the distance between you rapidly shortening.
âOh really? Sirius didnât take so long in breaking me down, but I doubt that you have his skills...â, you taunted, a haughty smile dancing on your pretty lips.
Regulus halted at the mentioning of his older brother. His eyes narrowed and he finally closed the distance, shoving you against the wall. His eyes bore into yours, fixing you with a firey glare.
âIf any other name besides mine comes out of your whore mouth, Iâll fuck you right infront of the entire castle to see.â
Seeing the effect of his words on you he kept talking, angry eyes making you melt.
âIâll tie you up and fuck you right in front of my brother. That will teach him to stay the fuck away from what belongs to me!â
Now you understood why he was acting the way that he did yesterday. He thought that Sirius was trying to take you away.
âWhat the hell are you implyingâ, you said, willing it to come out strong, but it sounded more like a moan. You couldnât help it, the way his hard on was pressing against your lower belly.
âHe had his filthy hands all over you little girl. Donât you see the way he acts around you? He wants you all for himself!â
You would have laughed if you wouldnât have been busy trying to keep your moans in as he bit at your jaw, grinding his cock against your belly. You could hardly tell him that Sirius was mental about a certain tall werewolf in his house.
âMaybe Iâm the one who needs to be taught a lesson...â, you breathed, lashes fluttering as you looked up at him.
âDonât expect me to stop.â
That was all he said before he turned you around to press your front against the brick wall. His ringed fingers came down on your ass in hard spanks, rings leaving imprints of ,RABâs and snakes on your flesh. You bit your lip, pressing your burning cheek against the cold wall to calm yourself. Pained whines escaped your raw lips when he pushes your skirt and underwear down, the rough material dragging against your sore skin.
âQuiet. I donât want a single sound. Youâve said enough already.â
His fingers were hot against you wet cunt, slipping inside of you easily.
âCanât believe this turns you on. Was it the bit about me fucking you infront of the school or infront of my brother? Might try it out..â
Ypu cried out when he curled his fingers, spreading your legs with his feet. Crouching behind you he put both of his hands on your ass, spreading you open and put his face right between you thighs. His tongue lapped against your folds, finding your clit. Sealing his lips around it he locked his jaw, sucking on your clit until you were riding his face. The pain of his palms against your bruised skin mixed with the pleasure of his tongue and your knees buckled, barley able to support your body weight.
Pulling back he stood up, deliviring five quick slaps on your clit this time when you protested and your pussy clenched with the sensation.
âRegulusâ, you breathed, âplease!â
He was fumbling with his belt, metal clinking as it fell on the floor.
âNow youâre begging? I thought I didnât have my brothers skills?â
You whined again, turning around to snake your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. One leg wrapped around his hip, tugging until he fell forward, holding himself up with his palms on the wall beside your head.
âReg, Iâm sorry I just said it to rile you up. Please just make me cum!â
He caressed your jaw as you spoke, pouting with faux empathy. He surged forward to bite your bottom lip hard, gripping your other leg to secure it around his waist.
âYou cum when I say so little girl. Anything else and Iâll leave you like this.â
With that he fucked you hard and fast against the wall, hips mercilessly pounding into you. His pubic bone was dragging against you clit, lips on the sweet spot on your neck.
âFuck want to feel you deeperâ, Regulus groaned, pulling out to sit on the ground.
âSit on my cockâ
You nearly came with those words alone, his raspy voice making you weak as you positioned yourself above his cock. Pulling you down hard by your shoulders, he held you down, fucking up into your cunt. Your eyes rolled back, no spund escaping your lips as you could only hold on for dear life. Pushing you on your back he put your legs on his shoulders and that position did for you. He was so deep that the tip of his cock pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust.
âReg- ah please please please mor- Regulus!â
Thats all you could say. Your hands gripped his biceps as you mewled and whimpered. âRegulusregulusreg- please please wanna cum!â
Your broken cries made him go harder, sweat forming on his forehead and he leaned all the way forward until your knees were resting on the floor beside your ears.
âHold it little girl.â
You sobbed, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as you neared your climax with every push of his hips.
He was moaning too now, biceps flexing with the effort of keeping himself up and his cock twitched inside of you, veins rubbing against your walls.
âSo full so full pleaseâ, you begged, âtoo much plea-â
âCum then slutâ, Regulus sneered, voice breaking as well now, âshow me that I broke you!â
With his hand on your clit and cock deep in your pussy you came hard, squeezing him so tight he came only seconds later inside of you.
âGod, yes take my cum...fuuuck.â His voice was only a whisper against your ear, as he kept grinding and fucking you slowly. As if to make sure that his cum got everywhere.
âDonât you ever test my patience again, little one. Next time Iâll make them watch.â
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Oh Brother
Pairing: Peter Parker x Flashâs sister!reader
Requested by @forlaughingoutl0ud : Peter has a crush on you, despite how much your brother torments him
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Flash was known to torment Peter.
You, being Flashâs sister, were known to defend Peter from your brothers antics.
âMorning, Penis Parker.â Flash came up to Peter at his locker. âWhat did you have for breakfast this morning? Food stamps?â
Before Peter could respond, you appeared behind Flash and grabbed his ear.
âOw! Ow ow ow ow!â He whined as you pulled him by the ear, dragging him away from Peter. Peter watched you with a smile as you dragged your brother away.
âLetâs go.â You sighed. âIf youâre late to homeroom, Mrs. Weiss is gonna send a note home. Again.â
It was an every day occurrence.
âNice shoes, Parker.â Flash snorted. âDumpster diving is so amazing these days, isnât it?â
âOh my God, youâre so funny.â You whipped around in your seat and narrowed your eyes at your brother. âTell us another one. Please?â
He liked it to keep it consistent.
âCan anyone tell me what this number is?â Your teacher asked as she wrote the digits of Pi, 3.14, on the board.
âItâs Parkerâs annual income.â Flash called out, earning a few laughs.
âWhy is it that no one ever wants to hear you speak and yet youâre always talking?â You piped up in Peters defense. The class âooedâ at your comeback and Peter smiled shyly to himself.
âWhatever.â Flash scoffed. âYou look fat today.â
âIâm sorry, Peter.â You directed your attention to Peter. âHeâs a little cranky this morning.â
âItâs okay.â He smiled sheepishly. You smiled back and shot him a wink before turning around in your seat.
And that was when Peter realized he was whipped for you.
âCan anyone tell me what an impulse is?â The teacher asked the class one day. âYes, Flash?â
âItâs something you really want to do and have no control over.â Flash answered. âLike when I give Peter a wedgie during gym class, I did it on an impulse. That means I canât be held responsible.â
âNo.â The teacher signed. âCan anyone else tell me what it is? Yes, Peter?â
âA change in momentum.â Peter said, just a little smugly. âFt equals mv minus mu.â
âThank you, Peter.â The teacher smiled. âThatâs right.â
âI was technically also right.â Flash spoke up. âYou didnât specify what context it was in.â
âThis is a physics class.â You laughed. âThatâs your context.â
âWhatever. You donât have to defend him just because he has a giant crush on you.â Flash shot back and the class reacted accordingly. It was common knowledge that Peter had feelings for you and Flash liked to use that to his advantage.
âWhat? No I donât.â Peter stammered. âThat would be stupid.â
âWhy would it be stupid?â You looked at him curiously, sending a flush across his face.
âLadies and gentlemen. Can we get back to the lesson, please?â Your teacher asked through a tight smile. âYou three can sort this out in your free time.â
âLucky for us, Peter never has anything but free time.â Flash taunted. âBeing poor really opens up your schedule.â
âLeave him alone, Eugene.â You snapped. âThis is why mom doesnât love you.â
âShe does too!â Flash took the bait. âYouâre the adopted one.â
âI know.â You shrugged smugly. âOur parents chose me. You were just an unfortunate accident.â
âMy existence is not unfortunate.â He stated.
âArenât you a Gemini?â You raised an eyebrow.
âYes.â He said.
Iâm a Gemini too Iâm so sorry
âThen yeah, it is.â You scrunched your nose. The class stopped laughed at Peter and directed their attention to Flash. Peter looked at you in amazement and you winked at him.
âThompsons.â The teacher interrupted. âI want you out of this class. Both of you. Now.â
You glared at your brother angrily as you grabbed your bag and headed towards the door.
âThis is all your fault.â He growled at you as he opened the door.
âOh, please.â Your argument was muffled as you made your way down the hallway.
Peterâs leg bounced in anticipation as he waited for the bell to ring, springing out of his seat as soon as it did. He immediately went to your locker, where you were busy putting your books away. Peter took a deep breath before he approached you, nervously making the first move.
âHey.â He spoke up, making you turn your head in his direction. You shot him a smile that heated his entire face up.
âHey, Peter.â You greeted. âDid I miss anything fun in physics?â
âNot really.â He shrugged. âUnless you like learning about momentum.â
âYou know what, Peter? I canât say I do.â You chuckled as you took a notebook out of your locker.
âThanks for sticking up for me before. Iâm sorry you got kicked out of class.â
âDonât be sorry.â You shook your head and shut your locker. âIt was totally worth it to put Flash in his place. Plus, Iâm totally gonna dip his toothbrush in the toilet later. Walk with me.â
He began to walk with you out of school and in the direction of the residential buildings.
âDo siblings do that?â He wondered. âIâm an only child.â
âAre you? Youâre so lucky.â You sighed. âDo you know how many times Iâve fallen into the toilet because he left the seat up?â
âYeah, thats never happened to me.â He laughed gently. âI take it you guys donât get along.â
âItâs weird with siblings.â You shrugged. âOne minute we hate each other, the next minute weâre talking about the stupid games we used to play on long car rides. Thereâs no way to describe it.â
âI canât imagine living with him. Itâs hard enough to spend 8 hours a day with him. No offense.â He added quickly.
âNone taken.â You smiled at him. âItâs not fun to live with him. The amount of times Iâve walked into the bathroom after him and choked on his body spray is unacceptable. I think heâs trying to kill me.â
âI would be very upset if he did that.â Peter said softly.
âDid what?â
âKilled you.â He looked at you and held your gaze for a moment. You smiled shyly at each other before looking straight ahead.
âWhat did you mean before when you said it would be stupid to have a crush on me?â You wondered out loud.
âOh, I donât know.â Peter rubbed the back of his neck. âFlash has just been bullying me since first grade. It would be stupid if the girl I decided to pine after was his sister.â
âI donât think that would be stupid.â You shrugged as you snuck a glance at him. Peter blinked in surprise as he made eye contact with you. You both stopped, standing alone in an alleyway now.
âYouâŚyou donât?â He looked at you shyly.
âNot at all.â You shook your head slowly as you took a step closer to him. Peter looked at his shoes for a moment as he gathered some courage, just enough to do what heâd been meaning to do for years now.
âWould you wanna go out sometime then?â He blurted. âLike, on a date?â
âIâd love to.â You smiled. âYou still have my number from that group project right?â
âYeah.â He nodded, still swimming from the fact your said yes.
âThen you should text me.â
âI will.â He promised.
âGood. I have to walk back to school before Flash notices Iâm gone. Iâll be waiting for that text.â You winked at him and he let out a flustered laugh. You took this as an opportunity to lean forward and press a kiss to his cheek, feeling his skin heat up beneath your lips. You pulled away and squeezed his hand before leaving him alone in the alley.
Yeah, he was definitely whipped.
âPenis Parker.â Flash slammed an open hand against the lockers next to Peter the following day. âDo you want to tell me why I kept seeing your name on my sister phone last night? Why were you texting her? Are you trying to colonize my families bloodline or something? No white men allowed.â
âWhat? And no.â Peters face heated up at the accusation. âWeâre just friends.â
âYou donât have friends.â Flash snapped.
âYes he does.â You appeared behind your brother and pushed him lightly. âThatâll be all, thank you.â
Flash narrowed his eyes at you before returning his attention to Peter.
âIf you go near my sister again, Iâm gonna turn your innie belly button into an outie.â Flash whispered.
âHow?â Peter asked with genuine curiosity.
âYou donât want to find out.â He said through gritted teeth before storming away.
âHeâs so annoying.â You rolled your eyes and leaned against Peters locker. âYou look cute today.â
âThanks.â Peter chuckled shyly as he looked down at his outfit. âI, um, I have a dilemma.â
âIs this about our date?â You worried.
âItâs just, your family is rich and my family is just me and my aunt. I know Flash makes a lot of jokes about me being poor, but theyâre not really jokes.â He explained sheepishly. âI donât think I can give you the kind of magical date you deserve.â
âPeter, I donât need a fancy date. I just want to be with you.â You assured him as you stroked his cheek. âWhy donât you bring your favorite snack and Iâll bring my favorite drink and we can lay on top of your building and stargaze?â
âThat sounds kinda perfect.â He admitted with a sly smile.
âDoes tonight work?â You asked hopefully.
âYeah.â He nodded. âIâll text you my address.â
âOkay. Iâll see you in Physics.â You squeezed his hand before walking away.
You walked into your living room that night, all dressed up for your date. You stopped in front of a mirror to check your makeup, accidentally catches Flashâs eye.
âYou look nice.â Flash said as his eyes flicked from you to his phone. âBut you know, prostitution is still illegal in New York. Itâs a damn shame, though. Sex work is still work.â
âYou know, every once in a while, something intelligent comes out of your mouth. Gives me goosebumps every time.â You teased him as you applied your lipgloss.
âWait, where are you going?â He put his phone down. âItâs a Wednesday night.â
âIâm going to a friends building to look at the stars.â You told him most of the truth.
âAre you walking there?â
âYeah.â You shrugged. âItâs not that far.â
âLet me drive you. You have your mace on you, right?â He asked from the kitchen as he grabbed his keys.
âAlways.â
âOkay.â He reappeared with his keys. âLetâs go.â
You kept light conversation as you drove to Peters apartment building, careful not to reveal who you were meeting. Flash parked out front and looked at the building in disdain.
âYour friend lives here?â He grimaced. âIs she poor?â
âShut up. Those jokes arenât nice.â You shoved him lightly. âThanks for driving me.â
âItâs okay.â He nodded. âText me when I should pick you up.â
âI will. Get home safe.â You told him as you got out of the car.
âWhatever. Donât get pregnant.â He pointed at you. âI mean it.â
âDrive away.â You rolled your eyes as you shut the car door. You walked into the lobby and found the elevator, letting out a nervous breath as you got in. You were standing in from of Peters door in no time, anxiously waiting for him to open it.
Finally, he did.
âAre you ready to stargaze?â You asked as you held up a jug of apple juice.
âAre you ready to eat this entire box of goldfish?â Peter responded as he held up a carton of goldfish.
âYou know it.â You laughed and grabbed his hand. âLetâs go.â
An hour later, you were lying on your backs in opposite directions with your heads pressed together, staring up at the stars.
âI donât think thereâs anything more beautiful than a night sky.â You sighed in content.
âI know something.â Peter looked at you, though you were upside down from his perspective.
âIf you say me, Iâm going kick you in the throat.â You laughed as you looked at him.
âWhy?â He laughed as well.
âI donât know.â You covered your face with your hands. âIâm not good with compliments. I donât know how to respond.â
Peter turned his head so he was looking at you, eyes trailing over your side profile.
âI think youâre beautiful.â He told you, loving the way it made your draw drop. You rolled onto your side and looked at him before rolled on top. You rested your arms on either side of his face, admiring his face in the starlight, even if it was upside down. Your eyes flickered from his lips to his eyes and before he knew it, you were kissing him. He tilted his chin up so he could kiss you back, finding the position a little awkward as your nose bumped his chin. You both giggled into the kiss before continuing, only breaking away when you needed air. You flipped back on your back and let out a happy sigh, covering your face with your hand to hide your smile.
âThatâs one way to respond.â Peter joked, breaking the silence. You laughed and rolled onto your side, him doing the same.
âI really like you.â You admitted, scrunching your nose at how weird it felt to say out loud.
âI really like you too.â Peter told you before leaning in for another kiss.
And that was the beginning of your relationship. You both knew Flash could not find out that you were dating, at least not yet. You had to cave and tell him you and Peter were friends around your second month of dating after he caught him in your room, but you didnât tell him the full extent of your relationship. You disguised dates as casual hangouts, to which Flash heavily objected. He made his disliking for your âfriendshipâ with Peter known.
âUgh. You two.â Flash grumbled when he came into the kitchen to find you and Peter making cookies. You gave Peter a pointed look that told him to ignore your brother as Flash got food out of the pantry.
âCracker.â He looked at Peter with a box of snacks in his hands.
âNo thank you.â Peter said politely.
âI wasnât offering. I was insulting.â Flash blew him a kiss before putting a cracker in his mouth. Peter looked at you for help and you gave him a sympathetic smile.
âHow are you two friends?â He wondered. âYouâre the worst people on the planet.â
âI beg to differ.â Peter began. âI think-â
âThe beg.â Flash snapped before winking at Peter.
âWeâre friends because we have similar interest.â You shrugged as you stirred the ingredients. âFor example, weâre both very interested in you leaving the room.â
âWhatever. I was just making sure Parker doesnât steal anything.â Flash shot daggers at Peter as he got a drink from the refrigerator. You and Peter stood in silence until you were sure Flash was gone, sighing in relief when he disappeared.
âDo you think he knows?â You whispered to Peter out of the corner of your mouth.
âHe doesnât suspect a thing.â Peter shook his head before pulling you into a kiss.
This was how it continued for month. You posed as friends and dated in secret, never letting your brother know the truth.
âGuess who?â You felt hands cover your eyes from behind. You immediately recognized Peters voice and turned around in his arms.
âWhat are you doing here?â You looked at him with wide eyes. âFlash could walk in at any minute.â
âI wanted to surprise you.â He smiled. âHappy three month anniversary, princess.â
âHappy anniversary, lover.â You smiled back at him before pulling him into a long kiss. For once, you didnât care if your brother walked in. All you cared about was Peter.
âI have something for you.â Peter smirked once he pulled away.
âWhat? You didnât have to get me anything.â You told him.
âCourse I did.â He shrugged as he took a small box out of his pocket. âItâs okay if you didnât get me anything.â
âI didnât say I didnât get you anything.â You winked at him before disappearing into your closet. You returned with a large carton of Goldfish with a bright red bow on it.
âGoldfish!â He lit up. âYou remembered.â
âOf course I did, lover. How could I forget the taste of your goldfish breath the first time I kissed you?â You teased him as you wrapped your arms around his neck.
âWell you mustâve like it since youâve come back for more everyday since.â He shot back before kissing you. âOpen yours.â
You took the box from him and opened it up, finding a hand maid needed bracelet with a moon decal that looked like Peter had carved himself.
âThe moon?â You looked up at him with a curious smile.
âItâs a waxing crescent. Thatâs what the moon looked like the night you kissed me. I have a matching one, see?â He held up his wrist to show you his bracelet. You stated at it for a moment before your eyes went back to his gift.
âPeter.â You mumbled without taking your eyes away from the bracelet.
âDo you like it?â He bit his lip as he waited for your reaction. You looked up at him with a grin before throwing your arms around his neck and squeezing him tightly.
âI love it.â You said into his ear. âThank you so much.â
âIâm so glad you like it.â He smiled at you for a moment before getting serious. As he was looking at you, he realized he had never trusted someone more. Something came over him that made him want to give you every thing he had, including his deepest secret.
âI have to tell you something. No, I, I want to tell you something.â He corrected. âIâve wanted to tell you for a while, actually. Um, this is so hard to say, wow.â
âItâs okay, Peter.â You put your hand in his face when you saw how flustered his was getting. âI love you too.â
Peterâs face drained of color at your confession as that was not at all what he was about to say.
âWhat?â He squeaked.
âI love you too.â You repeated, not understanding his confusion.
âThatâsâŚthatâs not what I was gonna say.â He blurted and your face fell.
âOh.â You withdrew your arms from around his neck, feeling embarrassment and disappointment all at once. Peter realized his mistake and tried to pull you back.
âNo, no.â Peter said quickly. âI was gonna tell you Iâm Spider-Man.â
âWhat?â You nearly screamed.
âBut I love you too! I love you so much.â He took your face in his hands and kissed you repeatedly.
âYouâre Spider-Man?â You pushed him away long enough to ask.
âYes. But more importantly, weâre in love!â He kissed you again. âHappy three months.â
âHappy three months.â You giggled between kisses.
You stood with Peter outside of school a few months later as you waited for Flash to come out.
âThis is my least favorite part of the day.â Peter pouted as he rubbed your hand with his thumb.
âWhy?â You tilted your head.
âI donât get to see you anymore.â He looked at you with a shy smile. You smiled back at his cuteness and pressed a kiss to his forehead.
âMarching band ends at 4 right? How about I come over after that? We can do anything you want.â You suggested as you played with the collar of his shirt.
âAnything I want?â He raised an eyebrow.
âYeah. Iâm feeling generous.â You shrugged. You were about to lean in to kiss him when you noticed your brother in the distance.
âOh no.â You sighed and stepped back from Peter. âDonât turn around.â
âHey Penis Parker.â Flash jumped behind Peter and smacked his butt before looking at you. âSup bitch.â
âHi Flash.â You smiled tightly at him.
âWhat are you losers taking about?â He asked. âHow youâre never gonna lose your virginities?â
You and Peter exchanged a knowing look and he turned his head to snort.
âWeâre talking about how grabbing peoples butts without their permission is sexual harassment.â You spoke up to cover Peters laugh.
âOh, really? Thatâs cool.â He smacked Peters butt again. âAre you ready to go? My car is on and sheâs ready to purr.â
âGod, I hate you.â You sighed. âIâll see you later, Peter.â
âSee you later. Bye.â He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your lips, entirely forgetting that Flash was there. Your eyes widened as Peter was about to walk away, but Flash held his hand up to stop him.
âHold up.â He looked at Peter. âWhat was that?â
Peter furrowed his eyebrows in confusion and looked at you, only realizing his mistake when he noticed your messed up lipstick. He let out a small gasp before looking at Flash, who was shaking with anger.
âUmâŚphysical affection?â Peter said weakly. You slammed your palm against your forehead and let out a sigh.
âThanks for the run down, Penis Parker.â Flash snapped. âYouâre dating my sister?â
âYeah, Flash.â You put a hand on Peters shoulder. âPeter and I are dating.â
âExcuse me a minute.â He held up and finger before bending down as if he was going to puke. âBLEH.â
You rolled your eyes as your brother continued to make puking sounds.
âI cannot stand this man.â You grumbled. Flash stopped for a moment and stood up, looking eerily composed.
âY/n, could you give Peter and I a minute to ourselves, please?â He said through a tight smile.
âUm, are you gonna kill him?â You scratched your ear as you looked between your fearfully boyfriend and your suspiciously calm brother.
âI havenât decided yet.â Flash said, never breaking his smile.
âDonât go.â Peter looked at you in fear.
âYouâll be okay.â You decided. âIâll be right over there.â
Flash waited until you walked away until he started interrogating Peter.
âHow long had this been going on?â Flash started out.
âSeven months.â Peter told him.
âIs it serious?â
âI love her.â Peter smiled shyly.
âGross.â Flash gagged. âDoes she love you back?â
âYes.â Peter nodded. âShe tells me everyday.â
âSo every time I drove into the slums of New York to drop her off at the cardboard box you call an apartment building, I was dropping her off at your place? I was hand delivering my sister to you?â Flash realized.
âYes.â Peter repeated. âAre you mad?â
âYou know whatâ,Flash let out a breath, âIâm okay.â
âYou are?â Peters jaw dropped a little. He had been expecting a beating, or at least a wedgie.
âYeah.â Flash put his hand on Peters shoulder and rubbed it. âShe couldnât be in better hands, Spiderman.â
He had whispered the last part, making all the blood drain from Peters face.
âHow did you-â
âI eavesdrop on people constantly.â Flash cut him off. âI canât stop. My therapist says itâs because I didnât get enough attention as a kid, but what does that bitch know? I overheard her husband on the phone telling her that their kid bit somebody again. Again! I never did that. The moon bracelet was a nice touch, by the way. She really likes it.â
âYou just told me way too much about you.â Peter blinked a few times as he processed what he just heard.
âNow weâre even.â Flash smirked and shot him a wink.
âAre you gonna tell anyone?â He asked nervously.
âCourse not. I would do anything for Spider-Man.â Flash stated firmly. âThat secret is safe with me. I am, however, gonna tell everyone that you and her are dating.â
âWhy?â
âBecause thatâs super embarrassing for her. Later, Parker.â He held out his hands for Peter to shake, pulling him in when their hands touched.
âSwing me around the city in your arms and I wonât kill you for dating my sister.â He whispered in Peters ear. Peter looked at him in fear as he walked away. You immediately ran up to Peter once your brother was gone and put a hand on his arm.
âWhat happened?â You asked. âAre you okay?â
âIâm fine.â Peter told you. âI think I have a date with your brother.â
âYou - huh?â You asked for clarification but Peter just shook his head.
âI donât know.â He sighed in defeat. âIâll text you after band practice.â
âYeah Iâll-â You were cut off by Flash honking his horn and calling your name.
âIâll text you later.â You grumbled and shot a look at Flash.
âOkay.â Peter kissed you before you began to walk away. âI love you.â
âI love you.â You called over your shoulder as you made your way to Flashâs car. Upon hearing this, Flash just had to chime in.
âI love you too Penis Parker!â
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Forget Me Not-SBI
âŚ. To the person that requested thisâŚ. Why? Why would you rip my heart out like thisâŚÂ
This is a SBI x gn!reader in the dreamsmp. So in this, Dream is kind of like an immortal being who is one age and has been that age for a really long time⌠Youâll see more what I mean when you get into itâŚ.Â
This is fine in the beginning and then it gets hella sadâŚ.. Youâve been warned.
Masterlist hereÂ
The garden. Thatâs where it all began with Y/N and the Minecraft family... Itâs unfortunate thatâs where it all ended as well.Â
Y/Nâs POV
I met Phil many years ago in my garden. I had lived alone in the middle of nowhere for many years. After months of feeling lonely, I built a beautiful garden with not only lots of fruits and vegetables, but also lots of flowers so that all types of animals and insects could come and hang out in my garden. One day, I peeked out into the garden and found a man with two young children admiring the rows of plants. I didnât mind, I was just curious as to the new people that had wandered onto my property.Â
âHelloâ I greeted softly, approaching the three carefully trying to appear non threatening. The blonde man whipped around with wide eyes, revealing that what I thought was three people is actually four because there was a baby strapped to his chest. âWho might you new friends be?â I asked softly. âOh! Iâm so sorry. I didnât know anyone lived here. I just wanted to show my sons around a beautiful garden to get them to calm down, Iâm sorry again, weâll leave!â He rushed out, grabbing his two standing sonâs hands before trying to leave. The poor man looked exhausted. Like he just needed a break from⌠Well from his children.Â
I quickly held my hand out to stop him from moving, âNo, youâre quite alright. You just startled me. It has been quite a long time since Iâve had visitors. My name is Y/N!â I introduced myself, hoping to further reassure the father and his children. The blonde man gave me a kind smile and let go of his brunette childâs hand, âIâm Philza, you can call me Phil.â I took his hand with a smile and shook it. âItâs very nice to meet you Phil.â âYou as well Y/N. These are my three sons, Wilburâ he says, motioning to the brunette, âTechno. And the baby is Tommy.â I gave each child a warm smile. âItâs very nice to meet you boys as wellâŚ. Would it be alright if I showed your boys around the garden myself? You could go inside and relax for a bit if you wanted!â Philza hesitated for a moment, but couldnât help the wave of relief that washed over him. âYes. Please, that would be lovely.âÂ
After chatting for a few more moments, Philza handed me Tommy and told the two other boys what would be happening. âIâll be right inside, okay? Yell if you need anything.â And then Philza went inside. I had just met the man, but I knew I could trust him. âAlright boys, what do we want to look at first?â The four of us slowly moved about the garden. I told them everything there was to know about the plants I had been growing and answered each and every one of their questions with the utmost patience.Â
âY/N! What kind of flowers are these?â Wilbur asked, his eyes wide and his small fingers reaching out and caressing the blue petals of a small flower. I smiled fondly at the flower before diving in. âWell Wilbur, those are Forget Me Nots and they are my favorite. They represent remembrance, a promise to always remember someone. They also represent love and protection. If you give someone a Forget Me Not, it means you truly love them and would go to the ends of the earth to protect themâŚâ I explained softly.Â
Pondering for a moment, I reached out and picked four of the flowers. âHere,â I offered the boy softly, extending out the flower to him. Wilbur stared at me with wide eyes before softly reaching out and taking the flower from my fingers, âBut you just said-â âI know what I said,â I cut in gently, extending my hand out and offering another of the flowers to Techno who also carefully took it. âI know I just met you today, but I would do anything for you boys okay? Anything you need, Iâll be there.â I told them softly as I rested yet another of the flowers next to Tommyâs sleeping head. For the first time today, the boys were silent, staring intensely at the blue petals of the flower that symbolized my promise to protect them.Â
âNow how about we go inside and give this one to your dad, huh? Then you boys can help me make dinnerâ The boys seemed to break out of their trance at that. Snatching the remaining flower from my hand, Wilbur bolted to the house, âIâm going to win!â He called over his shoulder to his pink headed brother. âNo youâre not!â Techno screeched back, chasing after him. I couldnât help but laugh at the interaction before slowly following the boys inside. Yeah, Iâm pretty sure I would do anything for them.Â
Ever since then, the boys had become my family. Phil would come over with his sons and hang out. Sometimes when he needed a break, I would offer to take them off his hands for a while. At first he felt guilty for accepting, but he soon faded from that habit and learned that just because he needed some help sometimes did not make him weak. I watched the boys grow before my eyes. Tommy went from being carried everywhere to throwing a tantrum if you tried to pick him up without warning. Wilbur slowly became more and more invested in the garden, spending many hours out there with me, helping me in any way he could learning everything for himself. Techno broke out of his shell more and also spent a lot of time in the garden with Will and me, although he usually sat back and just watched.Â
One day while we were out in the garden, Dream appeared. I hadnât seen Dream in a long time. We had once been friends. But over time, he slowly became a completely different person. Ruining peopleâs lives for fun and having no regret or remorse for it. So one day I left. I left for the middle of nowhere and never looked back, never expecting him to find me. But of course he had.Â
âWell, well, well⌠What do we have here?â I almost couldnât believe the voice that called from behind me. I slowly stood up from what I was doing and carefully turned around. I could feel the twinâs eyes on me as I stood to confront the figure. âWhat are you doing here, Dream?â I questioned in as stern of a voice as I could. Dream let out a mock laugh as he crossed his arms in front of him, âNow, now. Is that anyway to greet your best friend?â I let out an irritated sigh and rolled my eyes, âYouâre not my best friend. You are just somebody that I used to know. Now tell me what you want or get the hell off my property.â I finally snapped, just wanting answers.Â
A fake pout peeked out from under Dreamâs white smiley face mask. âAwe, Y/N/N. That hurts. That really hurts⌠But I would watch your words and your tone⌠You wouldnât want those two boys to get hurt, would you?â My eyes snapped to the two young teens standing by my side. âBoys, get inside the house.â I growled under my breath. âBut Y/N-â âNowâ I snapped. They didnât question me again. Wilbur and Techno sprinted to the house. I watched carefully as the door shut behind them before turning back to Dream. âIf you even so much as think about laying a single finger on them, I swear to God I will kill you.â Dream smirked, âOh come on now. You wouldnât hurt your best friend, would you?â âYouâre not my best friend!â I broke, I marched forward and swung my fist at his face, which he caught. âAnd here I thought we could have a civil conversation.âÂ
Dream threw my hand back and quickly struck back, his own fist flying for my face, which I easily blocked. The two of us took a step back, each scanning the otherâs body before lunging back into the fight. Punches and kicks fly as both of us try desperately to get the other hand. Itâs no use. We know each other too well.Â
The fight could have gone on forever if not for Philza. Wilbur and Techno must have gone and gotten their father because all of the sudden there are hands on my shoulders and Iâm being pulled off of Dream. âY/N!â He exclaims, turning me to face him, âWhatâs going on? Who is this?â I broke myself from the concerned manâs grip and turned to the green hoodie cladded man. âGo home Dream. Go home.âÂ
Dream reaches up and gently removes his mask from his face allowing our eyes to connect. His emerald green eyes burned with a fury that I hadnât seen in many many years. I allowed my eyes to roam his face, taking in the subtle changes that have taken place over his face. A small smirk quirked on my lips as I watched blood drip from his nose, knowing I was the one to do that. It must hurt⌠Good
âYouâve made a big mistake Y/N. All I wanted to do was talk. Wanted you to stand by my side once again.â I let out a scoff, âI will never stand by your side again Dream. Youâre a monster and that is something I will never be.â The fury in his eyes seemed to burn brighter as his deamour shifted even darker, âYouâre going to regret this Y/N. I swear. Iâll get you one day and you will regret not joining me. It will come from nowhere and youâll regret it.â âThat will never happen. Now get the hell out of here.â And for once in his life, Dream did as he was told.Â
After I was sure Dream was gone, I turned back to Phil with a sheepish smile on my face, âThanks for that⌠That fight would have gone on for literal ever. Turns out when youâre best friends with someone for many years, you learn their fighting styles and can predict their every move.â Philza just stared at me in shock. âWho was that?â I let out a sigh before delving into a short version of the story. âThat was Dream. Heâs been alive for like, ever, and will be alive for the same amount of time. We used to be best friends⌠And then he changed and I didnât want to be around that, so I left. Today was the first time Iâve seen him in years. It doesnât matter anymore. Iâm here and safe.â Philza seemed to accept my answer and pulled me into a tight hug. âOkay, well Iâm glad youâre okay.â I hugged him back tightly.Â
My eyes flickered to my house and I let out a small laugh at the thing that stared back at me from inside my house. Philza pulled back and gave me a curious look. âWe should go inside. It looks like two boys are very eager to ask questions.â I noted, pointing over his shoulder at the two boys that were peering through my kitchen window, curious looks on both their faces. Phil turned around and laughed at the sight as well. Phil put a hand on my lower back and walked with me inside the house.Â
Once I was inside, two sets of arms wrapped around me. I immediately hugged Techno and Wilbur back. âIâm okay guys. Thank you for listening and going inside the house. And thank you for getting your dad for me. I really appreciate it.â âAnything for you,â Wilbur murmured against my shoulder, âYou promised to protect us the day we met you⌠Weâre going to do the same for you.â His words caused me to melt. I canât believe he still remembers that. I squeezed my arms around them tighter. My boys.Â
We embraced for a few moments longer before pulling away with a small smile. Techno cleared his throat drawing my attention to him. âDo you think⌠That maybe you could teach me to fight like you? Just so that I can be prepared in case Dream comes back I can help fight?â His question surprised me. I slowly looked over to Phil who simply gave me a shrug, âUp to you.â I turned back to Techno with a soft smile. âSure bud, we can start tomorrow morning if you want.â A bright grin, one I rarely ever see from Techno, spread across the pink headed boyâs face. âYes, please! Thank you!â âOf course kiddo⌠Now letâs get cleaned up for dinner.âÂ
So everyday since that day, I trained Techno in the morning. It didnât take long for him to become better than me. But still, everyday without fail Techno and I sparred. I would also tell him about Dreamâs fighting style so that if he ever did come back, Techno would be ready. I assured him though, that Dream wouldnât be back though. That nothing would ever happen. Oh how I wish I was wrong.Â
Dream did come back. On the day I least expected it.Â
I was in the garden, tending to the flowers. I gave Techno the day off of training, deciding he had been working hard enough that he deserved a day off. So having the morning free, I decided I would take the time to tend to my garden on my own, something that I hadnât done since the day I met the Minecraft family. It was nice to have a little time to myself, but as I tended to the Forget Me Nots, I couldnât help but miss my boys.Â
âHello Y/Nâ Dreamâs cruel voice greeted me from behind, startling me from my work. I felt irritation flood my veins as I rose from my kneeling position, turning around to face him. I felt my blood run cold as my eyes caught sight of the enchanted netherite sword that rested by his side. âDream⌠What are you doing here?â I questioned, my eyes flickering to his white mask. I watched the bottom half of his face flicker into a smirk, âI warned you didnât I? I would be back when you least expected it. Todayâs that day.â He claimed with a huge grin, taking a few steps forward, raising his sword toward me. âDream,â I whispered, horrified, âDonât do this.â
I was defenseless. I had no shield, no weapon to defend myself. I knew if I tried to book it to my house, Dream would kill me before I even got half way. I couldnât yell for anyone, I lived in the middle of nowhere and none of the boys were around. I was trapped with no way out.Â
âDonât do this? No I think I will do this. I told you, you would regret it, todayâs that day Y/N. Todayâs the day.â I didnât get to respond. Dream lunged forward and the sword was plunged into my stomach. I wanted to scream but I couldnât. All I could do was let out a painful gasp as I collapsed on top of the sword. I couldnât stop my hand that reached out and grabbed onto Dreamâs bicep. Slowly, I looked up and met the white mask. Making a decision, I reached up with my free hand and ripped the mask off his face. If he was going to let me die, he would have to look me in the eyes when he does it.Â
Utter shock filled his face as the mask fell to the ground. His emerald eyes flickered down to where his sword had punctured my body. Regret seemed to fill his face, but only for a moment. Indifference took its place before a forced smirk played on his lips. Another gasp was ripped from my throat as Dream wretched the sword from its place in abdomen. The only thing that was keeping me on my feet was the hand on Dreamâs bicep. Once he realized that, my hand was ripped from his body causing me to lose my balance and crash into the ground.Â
Dream loomed over me, a satisfied smirk painted on his lips. âShould have listen to me Y/N⌠Should have-â âY/N!â A scream roared through the air. Techno was here, why is Techno here? Dreamâs head snapped away from me toward the direction of the voice. He looked back to me and forced that smirk once more. âItâs too late,â he stated calmly, âYouâve lost too much blood⌠Goodbye Y/N⌠Should have taken me up on that offerâ Dream almost sounded sad. I didnât get a chance to say anything because then he was gone.Â
âY/N!â Technoâs voice called again. I couldnât call back. Everything hurt too much and I was getting too sleepy. Through my blurry vision, I could see Phil kneel down beside me, Techno, Wilbur, and Tommy close behind him. I could feel his hands find their way to my stomach where he tried to put pressure on the wound. âNo, please. Y/Nâ Philza begged, trying desperately to stop the bleeding, but deep down we all knew it was too late. âPhil,â I whispered, my hand reaching out and cupping his face. âItâs okay. Itâs going to be okay. Youâre going to be okay. Youâll be okay without me.âÂ
âDonât talk like that Y/N. Youâre going to be okay too. Please, you have to be okay,â Wilburâs voice broke as he sank to his knees beside Phil. Tommy and Techno both joined him, each of their hands reaching out and grasping at a part of my body. âYeah, we still have so much to do together. I have so many pranks I have to pull on you⌠Donât leave.â Tommy said, trying to remain strong, and failing a bit as tears streamed down his cheeks. âPlease donât go,â Techno begged, âI still have so much to learn from you. Donât go. Stay. Stay here. With us.âÂ
I gave them all a sad smile, pulling my hand away from Philâs face and resting it by my head above me, my fingertip brushing against the flower bush planted there. âStay? I would love to stay and be with you boys. But it seems that I canât.â Gathering all my remaining strength, I reached up and pulled a handful of the flowers from the bush. I let out a small laugh as they came into my view, just as beautiful as the day I planted them. Slowly, I reached my hand out to the boys. Techno was the first to get the message. His fingers reached out and softly plucked one bunches of flowers from my hand, as careful as the day we met. Three other hands slowly reached out and plucked the remaining flowers from my hand.Â
Once the blue flowers left my hand, I allowed my arm to collapse to my stomach to rest. âForget me notâ I breathed out before my eyes fluttered closed. Sobs filled my ears as I allowed myself to fall deeper and deeper into a black nothingness⌠And soon, there was nothing at all.Â
*POV Switch*
Third Person POV
Y/N was buried the next day in their favorite outfit in their favorite place, the garden, under their favorite flowers, the Forget Me Nots. The death hit the family of four extremely hard. Days and weeks went by as the four tried desperately to fix the hole that Y/Nâs left in each of their hearts.Â
Techno was in denial the longest. Going to Y/Nâs house everyday in the morning, knocking on their front door waiting for them to answer the door so the two could train together. But every morning without fail, the hole in Technoâs heart grew as his incessant knocking when unanswered. Techno only leaves the house once his eyes catch sight of the grave constructed in Y/Nâs garden.Â
Wilbur took over taking care of the garden. He could be found many times a week slaving in the hot sun making sure that every single plant was thriving and perfect. He feels like he owes it to Y/N⌠If he couldnât protect Y/N, maybe he could protect the garden.*
Tommy got really quiet. His usual loud manner and joking demeanour vanished once Y/N died. His pranks against his family stopped. He didnât feel right joking in a world Y/N wasnât in.Â
Philza was hit the hardest. He had to put up a brave front for his children. But at night he would allow himself to collapse. Y/N was his friend⌠His best friend⌠No. A piece of his family. They understood him like no one ever had. They had taken care of him and his family asking for nothing in return for years. Philza blames himself for many months. Had he gotten there quicker, Y/N would have survived. It was his fault they were dead.**
Everyone grew more protective of one another after that. Never letting one go anywhere alone, not that they wanted to anyway. Although they were protective of each other, the three boys were way more protective of Philza. They had already lost one parental figure. There would be no coming back if they lost the other.Â
Techno was almost always the one to accompany Philza on his trips. Training even harder to make sure that nothing would ever be able to sneak up on them or take him down. Every possible threat would find itself dead before it could even think to agro to Philza. With every swing of his weapon, Techno silently thanked Y/N for teaching him so well and swore to avenge them by killing Dream⌠One day.Â
Wilbur became protective over the words that were said about and to Philza. Not hesitating to physically fight someone that said a single bad word about his father. Philza was the strongest man Wilbur had ever known, he understood that now, and so insulting Philza would not fly by Wilbur.Â
Tommy began to do everything he could for Philza. He wanted to make sure that Phil knew how much he was appreciated and how much he was loved by his children. Tommy would make sure that Philza had enough food, that chores were done, things were clean, and everything was put in its place. Tommy knew now how much the little things meant.Â
Slowly, the four healed together. Laughter and smile crept back into their household as months passed by. The four made regular trips to Y/Nâs house. They left gifts and letters one Y/Nâs grave, hoping wherever they were they would accept them as an unspoken apology. Taking time to admire the garden started by their beloved family member, currently being kept by Wilbur.Â
Their eyes always linger on the Forget Me Nots. The flower that they got at the beginning and the end. Y/Nâs favorite flower. Each time they visit, gentle hands reach out and pick five flowers⌠One for each of them and the final one for Y/N. No words are ever said as they gather their flowers, they donât need them. The meaning of the gentle blue flower speaks for itself. The silent promise. Forget me not.Â
There you go⌠I really hope you enjoyed. Writing this legitimately made me cry, see the notes below. (the asterisks correlate to the ones in the imagine and points out where my tears occurred). If you did enjoy, please please be sure to leave a like and maybe even a reply or a reblog!
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*I kid you not, I know Iâm the one that wrote it, but I began crying at that line. Like full on crying because it made me so sad. It doesnât help I was listening to my sad playlist when I wrote this imagine.
**FUCK. IâM CRYING AGAIN. OH MY GOD WHY DO I DO THIS TO MYSELF???
P.P.S. This is what a forget me not looks like if you didnât know.Â
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DEADLY OBSESSION
michael myers x reader - chapter 3: blood pill
when you're in your room, you feel tired and lonely. it's been a long afternoon with doctors running around to find a new carer for you while miss burnham went home to recover. most of all, you were terrified that michael was being treated unfairly. there were sick rumours of doctor loomis mistreating patients, but you'd have to wait and see.
tags: angst, morning sickness, pregnancy/pregnancy tests
warnings: forced abortion, vomiting, angst, crying, yandere themes
huge trigger warning for (forced) abortions this chapter, i want to go into how patients are treated by the hospital as this is set in the 1980's and people in mental hospitals were treated cruelly around that time (esp in the halloween franchise) if you can't read this chapter, that's completely fine! i hope you're doing well, drink plenty of water and eat three meals - rin <3
michael had been gone for 4 weeks now, and you felt terrified. when you woke up this morning, you started vomiting and found that you can't move too quickly as you'll grow nauseous. miss burnham had visited, and was on crutches, only to be sent home by the administrator of the hospital. you felt lonely, they still hadn't found a free nurse as the hospital was pretty full, causing most of the staff to be overworked and unable to fit you on a schedule. so, doctor addison took you in on his more light schedule, he was simply researching cotard syndrome, and had three patients under his care for therapy and interviews about how they felt and how they became the way they are today. so, when you got up, after checking michael's room for any sign of him, you headed to the rec room where one of doctor addison's patients sat. they were talking, and the poor girl was truly convinced she was a vampire, referring to herself as "the mistress of the dark." you believed her name was thelma, but you weren't sure as she was never interested in talking to you and you just left her be. "thank you for your time, miss howcroft. i shall leave you to your undead activities." doctor addison bows his head before heading over to you.
"good morning, y/n. you look a little rough." the doctor greets, and you huff. "mhm. i feel sick, just spent 5 minutes throwing up." you sigh, and doctor addison hums, beginning to scribble down notes on a new page. "tell me your symptoms?" he suggests, and you hum. "nauseous, just feeling generally ill. i feel like i'm going to throw up." you tell him, and he hums, writing down the information you gave him. "morning sickness?" he suggests, looking up at you. "pfft, yeah maybe." you sigh, grabbing a cup to fill up with water. "is there any chance you could be pregnant?" he asks, and you choke on your drink. growing flustered, you stammer slightly, looking away from the man. "i'm guessing so from what i witnessed." he teases, nudging your side. "shut up..! i'm not pregnant." you huff, glancing at your stomach. "you could be, i'll get a test for you." he says, leaving the room.
you sigh, looking over at thelma who was staring at you. she makes a small noise as she realises she's been caught gawking, and you furrow your brows as she slinks away out of the room. you had noticed her wandering around curiously, sometimes spending her time with a burn victim. they seemed to get on pretty well, and you and doctor addison made a bet that they were secretly dating. when doctor addison returns, he hands you a thin box. "take this, and tell me the results asap." he smiles, pushing the box into your hands. "fine.. but i don't think i'm pregnant as morning sickness normally happens before this time." you note, but doctor addison corrects you. "no, morning sickness starts around the 4th to 6th week of pregnancy." he smiles, and you roll your eyes as you walk into the bathroom.
your heart dropped when you saw the results. you were pregnant. terrified of how the doctors would react, how miss burnham would react, but most importantly.. how would michael take it? would he be happy or would he ditch you? "fuck.." you whimper, tears streaking down your face. a few gentle knocks sound through the bathroom and you flinch. "y/n? are you done?" doctor addison calls through the door, and you whine as you open it up for him. "so..?" he asks softly, and you hand him the stick. "oh my... congratulations!" he smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug. you cry into his coat, and addison's smile drops as he rubs your back. "how will everyone react?" you whimper, and the blonde man sighs. "that i can't say, but we have to tell the board of your pregnancy. i'll leave it to you to tell mr. myers. come on, i'll take you to solitary to see him." he says, his british accent gentle and soothing. "thank you.. i'm scared but- i have to tell him at least." you sniffle, letting him lead you out of the room.
you've never been to solitary, as you normally stayed in your room or stowed away in the corner of the room. so seeing all the patients locked away and seemingly bored or distressed scared you. "is he okay?" you ask softly, and doctor addison shrugs. "i'm not sure.." he says softly, glancing at one of the more erratic patients in his cell. all of them were sound proof, inside and out, and were dark and cramped. "oh god.." you mumble, grabbing the doctors arm tightly for protection as you rest a hand over your stomach without realising. you get to michael's cell, and you see doctor loomis sat with him. michael spots you immediately, and his eyes brighten a little. you give him a small wave, upset at the bruises on his face and neck, desperate to get in there and hold him tightly. doctor addison gets his master key and unlocks a small panel on the door. "doctor loomis, i need to borrow mr myers." he says firmly as the older doctor turns. "ah, doctor addison. what a surprise." he grins, standing from his chair and turning his back to michael. "i'm just about done here. keep a close eye on him, he's deemed dangerous." doctor loomis says as he steps out.
you slip past the doctors and latch onto michael tightly, wrapping your arms around his neck, forgetting about his bruises. he doesn't seem to care as his shackled hands find your hips, holding you closer. "i've missed you.." you mumble, moving away to cup his face in your hands. "me too. are you alright?" he rasps, voice rough from lack of use. you nod slightly, leaning your forehead against his as you gently brush his hair with your fingers. "how peculiar. i've never seen anyone get a positive reaction out of him." doctor loomis notes, and addison hums. "they have a special bond, but we need to let them have a private conversation as i tell the board the situation." he says, closing the door to speak to loomis privately as well.
"are you alright?" you ask, still resting one of your hands on his cheek. "mhm. i'm fine." he replies, nuzzling into your neck as he pulls you fully onto his lap. the two of you sit in a comfortable silence as you curl into his chest. "how long until you get out?" you ask after a while, and michael hums. "soon." he responds, kissing the top of your head. "can i tell you something..?" you continue, voice quiet. "of course." he says, tilting your chin with his finger so you would look at him. "i'm pregnant.." you announce, averting your gaze from his. michael smiles, the thought of you swelling with his child was so hot to him, a true marking, but the thought of having a kid annoyed him. he doesn't like kids... but he'd make an exception for you. "michael..?" you mumble, tears welling in your eyes.
"don't worry, i'm happy." he smiles, nuzzling his nose against yours. you smile, kissing him softly. "thank you for not turning me away.." you sigh happily and michael rolls his eyes. "i would never. you're mine now, forever." he mumbles, resting his large hand on your stomach. you feel warm inside, and despite being terrified of the teen pregnancy, you felt happy that you weren't in this alone. the door opens abruptly, and you jump. "y/n, please come with me so we can talk." doctor loomis crosses his arms and you feel unsafe as you shuffle closer to michael. "talk to me here.." you say quietly, not willing to leave michael again, and he clearly feels the same way as he holds you tighter- this time being careful of your stomach. "fine. i'm assuming you've told him of your predicament." doctor loomis adjusts his glasses before continuing. "the board just won't allow a pregnancy between two patients, let alone between two 17 year olds." he continues as doctor addison looks away. "i'm sorry, but we're going to have to perform an abortion." the blonde sighs from where he stood. "what?! no!" you protest, draping your arms around your stomach protectively. "don't worry, y/n. it'll be over before you know it." doctor loomis smiles.
michael moves to stand, putting you down carefully and moving in front of you. "don't touch them." he says, voice rough as he speaks up. "i'm afraid you have no say in the matters, myers. hand them over." loomis says, folding his arms. "no." he furrows his brows, feeling you clutch the back of his shirt as you nuzzle into his back. "myers, this is crucial. let me take y/n to my operation room." loomis says sternly, taking a step closer. "over my dead body." he growls, and loomis simply smiles again. "we'll dig one hole." he shoots back, grabbing michael's wrist and stabbing a syringe into his vein. michael feels himself growing weaker slowly, but his urge to protect you- to protect his baby- is too much. tugging on his shackles, he tries to lunge for the doctor, but alas, he slumps to his knees as you gasp, moving to help him.
"now then, y/n. come with me please." loomis smiles at you, taking your arm into his hand to pull you from michael. "no! michael, help!" you yelp, trying to struggle. "enough, doctor loomis! you can't hold my patient like that." addison steps up, trying to pull you from the older doctor. "now now, addison. you don't want to get in trouble for stopping the process now, would you?" loomis teases, and you feel dizzy at how fast the doctor had pulled you. michael tries to grab you again, but he collapses fully onto the floor, unable to help you as you cry. eventually, a needle pricks your neck and you cry in pain before growing dizzy. "michael..!" you whimper as your world goes dark.
when you awaken, you're lay in your bed, snugly wrapped up in your blankets but something's wrong. you feel... empty. you can just tell that your baby was gone, and you start to sob. you cry for hours, feeling no motivation to get up to dry your tears or get some water for your dry throat. you just cry, clutching your stomach as you roll onto your side. your baby wasn't even a month into development, and they had stripped you of them. you barely got to experience pregnancy with michael, barely got to feel like a parent. your door clicks open, and you don't even react as you sob into your pillow. "y/n." a gruff voice starts, and you finally turn. michael moves over to your bed, and you scramble to hug him tightly. "they- they..!" you wail, and michael sighs as he holds you close to his chest.
michael didn't feel anything, but the sight of you mourning made him feel sick. he wanted revenge on the facility for making you feel like this, wanted to murder anyone who hurt you. "my baby..!" you cry, still clutching your tummy as he holds you. michael kisses your head softly, rubbing your belly for you. "it's okay. they won't get away with this. i'll make sure of it." he grumbles, a tinge of anger in his voice. "they killed my baby.." you whimper, hands coming up to grasp onto michael instead, his presence comforted you as you guessed he was feeling the same way. "it's alright.. i'll make sure they never hurt you again." michael states, laying down with you carefully as you settle with him, letting you cry yourself to sleep into his chest.
time passes, and doctor addison grants michael access to stay in your room whilst you mourn. he feels rage boiling his blood as he has to force you to eat, to drink, to shower, to take medication, to take care of yourself at all. they made you like this, and he was going to make them pay for every ounce of distress that filled your mind. currently, you were fast asleep against his chest, mumbling something incoherent in your sleep. michael can't sleep, and he doesn't mind staying awake until you feel better even if it kills him. you were his top priority, his obsession. he loved you deeply, and cared about what happened to you.
they had destroyed all progress you had made, you couldn't even get out of bed to go to therapy. michael gives you a small kiss on your forehead as you shuffle in your sleep slightly, your hands clutching his shirt tightly. tears are slipping from your closed eyes as you sleep, and michael gently rubs them away, leaning in again to kiss you softly. you relax slightly, but when he pulls away you whimper. "my baby..!" you cry despite being asleep. michael lets out a small breath as he rubs your back, fluttering soft kisses over your face so that you would settle again. "michael..?" you mumble, and he hums softly. "it's okay, i'm here." he says back, unsure if you're still sleeping or not.
you doze off again, content in your dream, still grasping his shirt tightly to keep him close. michael checks the time behind him, it was 3:41 am, time was going so slow. michael's throat was dry, and he can't fight the urge to go get water. slowly, he slips from your grip and gets up, unknown to the fact that despite unconscious you knew he left. as he gets a drink from the tap in the bathroom, you cry softly, curling in on yourself. your cries grow distressed as you lurch up, wide awake. "mike!" you yelp, hands trembling as you search for him. the other patient steps from the bathroom quickly, stalking over to grab you tightly. you settle with your head on his chest as he bundles you up into his arms. "it's okay.." he mumbles as your tears wet his shirt. "why did they do this to me..?" you cry, looping your arms under his to pull him closer. "because they don't care about anyone in this hospital." michael's reply is sour, and he moves back to the bed with you.
you sniffle as he lays you down, and you make grabby hands at him. chuckling, michael joins you and wraps you both up in the covers. "thank you for being here.." you mumble, nuzzling into his chest as you wrap your arms around his middle. "mhm, i love you." he smiles, kissing your head softly. "i.. i love you too." you reply softly, smiling brightly. after a few moments of silence, michael assumes you've fallen asleep but your small voice mumbles his name. "hm?" he looks down at you. "if we get the chance, would you like to have kids?" you ask softly, and michael is slightly taken aback. "in here or when we get out?" he questions back and you shrug. "either." you mumble, and michael thinks. "absolutely. i'll do anything for you." he says softly, "besides, the thought of you being full of my kids is hot as fuck." he adds teasingly, enjoying how you fluster. "thank you.." you mumble to the first part as he gives you a soft kiss.
michael pulls your leg over his hips and you hum, happily shuffling closer to him. "you're so cute.." michael whispers as you settle on him. "stop." you whine, hiding your smile. "mm, no." he teases, lifting your head to give you a soft kiss. three soft knocks interrupt your moment, and you sit up. "it's almost 4 am, who..?" you trail off as michael gets up, gesturing for you to stay put. slowly, michael peels the door open and is surprised to see doctor addison standing there. "may i come in?" he asks softly, and michael looks back to you. you seem uncomfortable, yet nod, so michael lets him in. "i just want to apologise.. i shouldn't of told them, i just... my research means anything to me and if i slip up it will mean nothing." he explains, and michael hides you protectively behind him.
you sniffle slightly, leaning against michael's shoulder. "however, if anything were to reoccur... i promise i won't tell as long as i can keep doing my research." he says, placing another pregnancy test on your bedside table. you eye it curiously, and despite feeling a lot of pain you know it's always possible to try again. "thank you.." you mumble, circling your arms fully around michael as he continues to watch the doctor's every move. "i hope you can find it in you to forgive me, y/n.. i think miss burnham is coming back soon so hopefully you both can do art therapy again." he smiles, leaving the room after bidding farewell.
michael grabs the test, offering it to you. "what do you think?" he asks softly, and you take the box from him. "i might still need some time, but i will happily try again." you smile, and michael smiles back.
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Benimaru Shinmon x Reader ( NSFW, 18+)
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Word count: 3.8 k
Warnings: NSFW,smut,oral sex,sexual teasing, orgasm prohibition
Short description: You were in love with this man for over a year, but your bratty mouth an denial of your feelings got you in a situation where Benimaru will teach you how to behave in very teasing and heated way....
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The air was filled with the scent of a variety of traditional dishes and enriched by the happy shouts of excited residents through the streets. This time, the festival did not mean destruction, this time it was celebrated by making delicious dishes and socializing with each other. The celebration itself began at dawn, when they brought out their wooden tables and portable stoves, beginning to enrich the street with enticing scents of a variety of spices and ingredients. You could also hear the gentle sound of kota, whose strings were gently touched by the pale hands of young talented musicians. While these were all just preparations for the big ceremony that would start when sun kisses the mountains, everyone shared their joy throughout the day. His dark hair fluttered in the morning breeze around his narrowed eyebrows. Ruby eyes barely opened as he passed like a shadow past people. Although it was not visible on the expression on his face, he secretly enjoyed the liveliness that spread through the streets of his hometown. Countless greetings lined up behind him, giving him words of praise and support to which he only nodded a few times, nothing more, and continued his walk. The silence of his thoughts was broken by a hoarse female voice. Although it was rough, it sounded kind of gentle. He soon discovered to whom it belonged, when a plump old woman with black hair streaked with gray strands stepped in front of the captain. Her wrinkled face wearing a smiled from ear to ear, her eyes squinting at the young man.âBenimaru, my boy! I have something for you, please do except my gift in honor to you and the members of your squad.â- she was direct, not talking his ear off, just bowing slightly after her words and handing him a medium sized package. He stared in the thing wrapped in light blue material with a lack of interest that he did not hide not even the slightest. âTempura and sushi, to hold you till the festival tonight.â â she explained getting back up from the slight bow. After a couple of lazy blinks, he raised his hand and responded. âThat is alright, we will wait till the festival.â- without waiting for a response, he passed the woman in attempt to leave, but she was not letting go so easily. Shoving the thing in his hands, she smiled again, not bothered by his behavior.âNonsense! Twins will love it, and we all know Konro could use a break for cooking today.â- Benimaru sighed, pushing the package slowly back at her, but before he could say anything, a female voice sharp like katana echoed the street. âObaachan, can you please stop giving food to the people who clearly have no decency to even say thank you? Rudeness should not be rewarded.â- (Y/N) stood at the door of their restaurant, squeezing the sleeves of her kimono. Benimaru didn't say a word, looking at the young girl with the expressionless face. The lack of his reaction only made (Y/N) even angrier as she furiously crossed her arms over her chest. â(Y/N), you watch your mouth! You are addressing our beloved captain, to whom you owe your safety!â- obaachan scolded her, raising her finger as a warning, but that didn't stop (Y/N) from responding with even greater ferocity, targeting Benimaru with a look of utter contempt. âBecause he is a captain, he should show more respect to his people and their offerings! Shouldnât leaders be role models? Poor us if that is the case. People usually pay for the food in our restaurant, and yet he shows no gratitude even when his meal is free!â- she did not waver, her stand proud and determent, not showing even a bit of fear from the man who is the head of this town. âChild, hush! Go back inside right now! Sol help your rude mouth!â- Obaachan started waving her hands, showing (Y/N) to go back inside the house, turning to Benimaru. âI apologize captain Shinmon, (Y/N) did not mean it.â- the elderly woman bowed again, with clear expression of shame smeared around her wrinkled face. Still speechless, Benimaru watched the girl, who was now biting her lower lip in frustration as if it were chewing gum. Eventually, he slung the bundle over his shoulder, turning on his heel. âThank you for the meal madam (Lastname of your family).â â that was the only thing he said, strolling down the dusty street without turning around again. Even though he wanted to allow his mismatched eyes to gaze upon the fearless woman one more time....
The celebration that had its core in the great hall that belonged to your family, otherwise intended for weddings and large feasts, was already spreading like wildfire. People were raising glasses full of sake, feasting on specialties they had been preparing all day, but they preferred to treat their palates to desserts that belonged to your family restaurant. Young artists danced a traditional dance with fans, attracting curious glances with their gorgeous and colorful kimonos. Outside, the streets were crowded with people, gazing merrily at the early fireworks that ate up the starry sky with their tantalizing shapes. You were in charge of serving the guests who sat on the heated floor of the hall in front of the beautifully carved tables. Countless comments on your beauty and grace have accompanied you in your assignment, while you have given a kind smile to anyone who would praise you. No one has noticed that your eyes jump restlessly from person to person, searching the room in hopes of encountering the phlegmatic face of the man who was the source of your deepest suffering.You were afraid that your sharp tongue had resulted in his absence, that he wouldn't show up for the rest of the evening, maybe not after either. Did you overdo it... or didn't you? He was rude after all! Yes it is true, he is guilty of this! You weren't even aware that your angry thoughts betrayed the state of your mind on your face. You eyebrows narrowed, lips squeezed in a straight line, your body tense, as you rushed towards the kitchen, when a familiar voice addressed you. â(Y/N)! Your family always knew how to make the best celebrations, I congratulate you.â- a tall man with a kind blue eyes  that resembled a calm and mysterious sea, smiled at you, holding the door of the kitchen open for you. âKonro! I..â- you stopped for a second, almost dropping the mountain of dirty dishes you were carrying,  as your eyes finally find the one theyâve been searching for. A smile almost escaped your lips, but you prevented your rooted emotions to show. Behind the tall man, Benimaru was standing, scanning the room full of cheerful people. He did not even look at you once, and you could feel the frustration rising in you again. Who does he think he is? No matter how much you were bothered by his disinterested posture, your eyes wandered over his crossed arms on his chest, the muscle that adorned his forearms reached to the very core of your desire. The hands filled with veins always looked tense and ready to fight, as if  he was waiting to defend the whole world with them, alone. You could no longer resist the sight, you had to run away. Blubbering a couple of thanks to the lieutenant, you ran past his arm into the kitchen, kicking the door with your foot behind you to close them. You took quick steps to the sink and nearly broke half the porcelain plates when you threw them inside. You grasped the edges of the sink, closing your eyes shut and taking a deep breath. Before you could muster your whirlwind of thoughts, a young woman approached you from the back.âYou know, if you were not such a proud and bratty thing, you would be breaking beds now and not dishes.â â (B/F â name of your best friend) mocked your state without restraining one bit. Your nerves were thin, and being called out like this only made you react like a cornered animal.âShut up, I donât know what you are talking about (B/F). Seriously, if you worked even the half of the time you spend teasing people, we would actually get something done. â-you snapped at her, pulling out  bamboo boxes filled to the brim with colorful mochis. âSure, if you had a bite to support all that barking, maybe you would get something done. I think Benimaru would appreciate your teeth on his skin more than your mouth just bullshiting all the time.â- she did not back down,wrapping the strands of hair around her finger, (B/F) continued before you could counter attack.âHow long has it been since you started drooling over Waka? A year? Year and a half? Oh my God, when I remember how pissed you were when you though he was dating that girl from company 8th just because she brought some papers a couple of times.â- the more she talked, the more did rage boil in you, so much that  it seemed that steam will start going out of your ears. Her voice only rose as she continued through laughter.âDamn, you made me wait  around corners like crazy people just so we can see if they are a couple or not. And when it finally turned out they were not, I will never forget your jumping in the air from excitement.â- before she could say any more , something gooey and sticky landed right on her forehead. She whined in surprise, as the pieces of mochi started falling down her face.âAnything else you want to add?!Huh?!â- you lifted your hand high, ready to throw another mochi at her.âMaybe if you threw yourself on Benimaru in the same way you are throwing this mochi, you would get some and your nerves would calm down!!â- she screamed before ducking down as your hand catapulted another one at her.  You didnât even know that your little show didnât go as private as you thought. The high tones of the people from the main hall were unfortunately not enough to cover your voices, and one curious ear absorbed every word. Benimaru lowered his head, starting to walk away from the kitchen door. Under his raven hair, a grin was hiding.
He sat quietly watching the people around him fiercely try to get his attention. Some were male neighbors praising his fighting skills, their speech interrupted by hiccups from too much sake was almost humorous, while on the other hand a couple of girls discreetly tried to gain his favor, but all they got was a restrained smile. He brought the glass to his lips to take a sip of the bitter liquid, but there were no more inside. Your grandmother, who was actually only a few seats away from him, noticed the lack of refreshment for the beloved captain, and of course, called your name instantly. â(Y/N)! Fill the captainâs cup!â- you kept away from his table. Actually, you targeted those behind him, in order to better avoid a face-to-face encounter. The things (B/F) told you bothered you too much, and you didn't just want to deepen your cravings and quarrel with yourself over the feelings you carry for this man. Hearing your name, Benimaru tilted his head, looking over his strong shoulder with his glowing eyes. That deep gaze made you swallow, barely keeping you composure. You knew if you came any closer you would break, and you will not give him that satisfaction. You lifted you chin up,  pushed back your shoulders, and turned on your heal as the cold answer followed.âHe has hands. He can fill it up himself.â- without second thought, you walked away, but you swore you could feel a set of burning eyes following you.
The hallways were empty, all the guests retreated to the main hall. As the night went on, even the workers began to relax, completing their work and joining the rest of the town in celebration. There was no longer a need to bring the food from the kitchen, at least for the time being, the tables were full. (B/F) was the last person leaving the kitchen, as you said you will join her shortly, you just wanted to finish a few things up. Carrying the empty bamboo boxes, you took a turn into the hallway bathed in dim light, crashing with your shoulder into something big and hard. You blinked in shock, barely managing not to drop the boxes on the floor. The thing in front of you was a person, and seeing him made your heart race. Benimaru Shinmon stood there silently, his eyes half opened, shoulders relaxed, while he studied you.  You almost bit your lip, but seeing the man baring that uninterested expression once more, made your blood boil instead. âExcuse me is the words you are looking for! You should watch where you are going.â- you said irritated, trying to go pass him, hiding your flustered face beneath your hair. A feeling of slight pain spread throw your back as it crashed on the wall. It took you a couple of seconds to figure out what was going on, that is, you needed to believe that this was not one of your dreams. Pressed with his hips on your abdomen, Benimaru towered over you. He seemed stronger than usual, more dangerous, but there was not a shred of fear in you, just excitement. âWh..what are you doing?! Get off!â- funny you should say that, when in reality you didnât wiggle or struggle at all, your big mouth once again just stood in your way in order to show your true feelings. But Benimaru was no fool. He did not respond on your demands, instead, he tilted his head on the side, like he was checking something, then returned his gaze on you. You could feel the ground disappearing under you. You gasped at the unsettling feeling, trying to grab onto something from pure instinct. But the only thing you managed to grab was the one making you lose the floor under your feet in the first place. Benimaru picked you up by your waist, his forearm adorned with prominent veins wrapped around your waist like a snake, not letting go of his prey. He was fast, pushing the door of the kitchen that was empty and dark, kicking it again as they closed with a loud bang that made you flinch, while he turned the key in the lock. âBenimaru ! What the hell? I said let go!â- in reality, you hated the thought of his hands leaving your body. The feeling that flowed through your veins when you were this close to him, almost took over even your insolence, but the bits that were left now squirted like popcorn from your lips. âYou are too huffish, (Y/N).â- his voice smooth like honey, but a bit dark. The sudden feeling of falling down made a muffled whine to escape your mouth, but you did not hit the ground. He held you in his lap while he sat down on a kitchen table. Your permanent denial tried to strike for the last time, making you turn around furiously, facing the man who dared to pick you up like a helpless and fragile thing. But the sharpness of your words did not come down from your lips, when sweetness filled your taste buds. The warm flesh of his lips now merged with yours. The bitter taste of the sake he drank from didn't bother you, because for you he tasted like cupid's wine, intoxicating you, maddening your thoughts and driving your senses wild. You felt dizzy from the heat that rushed into your cheeks when he first ran his tongue over yours, caressing its soft surface with his tender muscle. You tried to get some air in your lungs but you didn't know how to breathe, you were so enchanted by his kisses. You almost swore in displeasure when he pulled his lips away from yours.âIf you just did this, we would be able to skip the punishment.â- confused, you did not even manage to answer his statement when his hands that were resting on your waist till now, pulled you down and flipped you across his lap. Your knees landed on the wooden surface of the table, as you kept your balance on your elbows in the front. âWhatâŚwhat are you doing?â- you asked with a shaky voice, seeing how his hand hold you by the material of you kimono on your lower back, keeping you steady. âI declined the home made meal from your obaachan today because I knew we already had a meal prepared for the day.â- he said sliding his rough palm of his free hand across your spine, down to the your lower back, all the way to your peachy ass. You bit you lip, shivering when his touch did not stop, traveling down your thigh, then taking a handful of fabric of your kimono.âTaking more would mean throwing it away because it would not be eaten. And that would be disrespectful.â- he jerked your kimono abruptly, exposing your entire lower body. Your perfectly shaped ass made him discreetly lick his lips, while you covered your face with your palms in shame. âI-IâŚI didnât k..know that ..â- you tried to explain yourself, but in vain, as his voice  responded harshly, accompanied with his finger movement, slipping under the side of your panties. You whined loudly as his index finger brushed along your folds.âYou did not bother to ask. But fortunately as you said earlier, I do have my hands. And with my hands I plan to teach you how to behave.â- the sound of tearing fabric filled the kitchen. You bit your hand when you felt the exhaled air from his mouth pass over your naked cunt. He was so close that he could feel the heat coming from it, barely restraining himself from biting into that cookie. You stirred a little, the discomfort ate at you up, the feeling of arousal overcame you.âDonât look thereâŚ.Benimaru, please I-âŚ.â
âYou know how to say please already? Well, I wonder what it will take to teach you to say sorry.â- his fingertips crossed over your silky pussy lips, gently caressing the rosy flesh. You whimpered at the slow pace of his movements. He didn't remove his head, he calmly watched the wet glow slowly appear on those folds. He pushed his finger closer to the opening, collecting some sticky liquid with his fingertip. He didn't push his finger inside, but continued to draw a line along your slit. âOh my Sol!â- you cried out, squirming already, but that did not even make him flinch. He pushed his digit a bit harder, make it sink into the sensitive flesh, brushing over it all so gently. âSol will not help you (Y/N), but some manners might. Luckily again, as you said, captain should be a role model, showing the people the art of good manners.â- his thumb slipped across your clit, making the rough skin stimulate it so greatly it made your icing flow more intensely. You yearned for him to do it again, but you were out of luck. This was not supposed to be something to reward you with, this was a straight up lesson to teach you what will happen when your bratty mouth bump into an opponent like Benimaru. He settled his thumb above your throbbing nerve bud, adding another finger to the game. His index and middle finger pulled your pussy lips slowly, massaging them between them. The sensation you were feeling made you feel dizzy. The overwhelming pleasure that arose in you now got your legs shaking without stopping. The feeling was unbearable, because he touched all the sensitive places but leaving the critical ones empty and eager. This teasing was so arousing your juices now strained down your thigh. The crystal like liquid did not go unnoticed by Benimaru, as a grin appeared on his face. Without a second though, he lowered his head, sticking his tongue out and pressing it on your plushy thighs, collecting the juices in long strokes. âBeni!!â- you moaned like a whore, voice filled with begging desire and maddening need, but he did not plan to be interrupted. He slid his hand under you, finding your mouth and sticking the fingers coated in your icing in it.��Clean this up, while I clean you down here.â- he lifted his hand a bit to make you close your mouth around his fingers, pumping them in and out to insure you will do the job well. You sobbed in a low voice as you sucked on your own cum, barely concentrating on his order when the feeling of him patiently licking off the wetness along your thighs and getting closer to your cunt made you almost faint. His soft muscle finally found its way to the grand prize, as he brushed it on your folds and around your entrance in circular motions. You could not take it, you started to push your ass back, trying to make him stick his tongue in, touch your clit, anything to give you the sweet release you so desperately needed. But he will not grant you that. He pressed his mouth right on your heated hole, and started sucking, gathering the last of your juices. You body was on the edge, you could feel your heart skipping a beat, lungs barely catching air and muscles tensing, begging for that much needed release, but the only thing you got was a tender kiss on your clit, before he pulled his fingers out of your mouth, and lifting you off of him. He placed you in the sitting position, spreading your legs so your cunt was fully exposed to him once more. Your own wetness was smeared around your lips. You lowered your gaze, seeing something that made your mouth drop open. On Benimaruâs loose pants, there were more than clear outlines of his thick dick. You never saw something like that before, stretching the fabric mercilessly. He was not big, he was huge, and you wanted every damn inch buried inside of you. But you again forgot that this was not your lucky dayâŚ.âYou can only watch as I get the release that you are forbidden to reach tonight.â he slid his hand under his pants, giving his length a couple of experimental pumps before exposing the beast to you.âIf you will behave, next time I will reward you, this time you will only swallow your bratty wordsâŚand my cum.â- he started slowly jerking it off, gazing at your plumb lips where his load will end.
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chicago pd 10x12
im not ready in the slightest
i do not want to see sean oânealâs ass on my screen
this beginning is great
hailey sleeping in a bed by herself
OH MY GOD WAIT
HAILEY AND VANNESSA
MY BABIES
WE DESERVED MORE OF THEM
im going feral over a picture
these piCTURES
is that a picture of jay as a kid???
I WANTED TO SEE IT MORE CLOSELY
ALL OF JAYS STUFF
IS COFFEE MUG
good god
oâneal
back the fuck up
nobody likes you
god
hailey
my GOD
JAY PICK UP THE GODDAMN PHONE
COME ON HALSTEAD
SHE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTERÂ
hailey excitedly looking at the phone only for it to be county jail???
im done
i can't
trudyyyyyy
trudy and hailey my mother-daughter duo
GOD SHES STILL WEARING THE RING
IM IN PAIN
oh fuck you
i hate you
so much
so so so so much
like
fuck off
ugh
âyou cameâ
SHUT YOUR ASS UP
NOW
oh my god
i hate him so much
and hes barely said anything
âthere is no you and me!â
HER VOICE BREAKING
THE TEARS IN HER EYES
attagirl hailey
as you fuckin should
âthings you could useâ
i'll use your face to mop the fuckin floor with your blood
no
stop it
CHICAGO PD
LEAVE HER ALONE GODDAMMIT
i hope you die
genuinely
dammit this isn't gonna go well
hes telling the truth
i don't want him to be telling the truth
but he is
i can feel it
this is already scaring me and she hasn't gone inside yet
OH MY GOD BLOOD
hailey please be careful
what the fuck?
what's this
OH MY GOD
WHATS HAPPENING
no this poor child
noooooooo
im emotionally invested already
agh
why must this hurt me so much
hailey being a compassionate, lovely person
i love her
aW GOD
THIS POOR CHILD
he is scarred
truly
seeing voight interact with this child is truly heart-warming
i wanna see him interact with his grand
whatever happened with olive and little baby daniel anyways?
goddammit
im hurT
callum is gonna get hurt at some point during this episode, isn't he?
HIS HAND WAS SHAKING
THIS POOR KID
oh the hug
im too weak
stop
âcreepy clown masksâ
i hate it
so much
this kid is a good actor
trudyyyy
i always love seeing trudy interact with kids
oh god
voight sending hailey back to sean
i don't like it
oh a lovely start
sean
shut the fucK UP
i hate him
so so so so so so much
i want to kill him
SEAN
LEAVE HER ALONE
no
don't trust him
fucker
ill murder you in your sleep
ugh
ew
âto share them with meâ
the look of disgust on everyoneâs face
lovely
i despise all of this
the father of samanthaâs here
yay
more pain
good god
lady
shut the fuck up about my wife
she did not ask for this
âhes a psychopathâ
and what are you exactly?
kim and adammmm
the look of murder on limâs face is so true
i love it
âi will get it all... for youâ
SHUT THE FUCK UP
adam looks like he wants to punch him
id pay good money to see that
this isn't gonna end well
i do not like this conversation
not in the slightest
oh ew
no
no
no
disgusting
*gagging sounds*
im gonna throw up
actually
ugh
no
stop
stoP IT
E W
S T O P
no
im actually so repulsed
i will throw up
hailey
don't do something stupid
or rash
oh good
he stopped
my skin is still crawling
nope nvm
its still crawling
i wanna tear my hair out
father
tell the truth
please
oh god
god im actually gonna throw up
TELL THE TRUTH RICHARD
P L EA SE
TELL THE TR U T H
oh lovely
somethings gonna go wrong
and she won't be there
or sheâll be dead
please keep my babies safe
please
she isn't there
i fuckin knew it
so fuckin convenient
how do the becks fit?
richard beck prolly did something
tell the truth man
please
help t h e m
yea richard
why are you lying
tell the goddamn truth
haileyâs gonna come with some sort drop on richard
oh no nvm
its something else
somethingâs gonna go wrong here too
yay
shootout
I KNEW SOMETHING WAS GOING TO GO WRONG
joy
one of themâs dead
this chase isn't gonna end well
somethingâs gonna happen
oh lovely
the van flipped
what're the chances both of them are dead?
oh gunshots
yay
oh samantha
my poor child
oh no
noooooo
samantha
god
i want an explanation to all of this
don't lie samantha
how convenient that both of them are dead
this is something else
i knew that thereâs something wrong with the dad
âyou want us to keep an eye on him?â
âyouâre damn rightâ
lovely
can't wait to see where this goes
its gonna come up later, i can feel it
how come her HUSBANDs name in her phone is âjay halsteadâ
it should've been âhubbyâ
or âhandsomeâ
or âbabyâ
or âdetective hotsteadâ
dammit
hailey getting so excited with the phone ringing only to find out that its the county jail
âmy husband is jay halsteadâ
IM CRYING
her voice breaking and shaking
im not okay
no
shes about to cry
EXTENSION????
NO
PLEASE NO
IM CRYING
STOP
STOP
STOP
NO THE RING
STOP IT
I HATE EVERYTHING
sean i despise you with everything that i have
i would like to kill you
god that scar on his head scares me
sean
shut the fuck up
idk how many times ive said that
but shut up
âits a good speech but youre giving it to the wrong personâ
IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE A REFERENCE TO JAY??
CUZ ILL KILL HIM
chicago pd writers better sleep with one eye open
im coming for you
#*kissy kissy* watches chicago pd#chicago pd 10x12#chicago pd spoilers#hailey upton#adam ruzek#hank voight#kim burgess#dante torres#trudy platt
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The Vessel [Pt. 3]
Pairing: Geralt of Rivia x Fem! Reader
Summary: While you are trying to figure out why the Witcher is so abhorrent towards you, he finally gives you a hint as to why he doesn't like you. Also, you realize somethingâ Yennefer and her spells can never go wrong.
Warnings: Geralt being a dick is what.
[My Masterlist] [My Witcher Masterlist - Read the other parts here!]
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It had been weeks since you slept with Geralt of Rivia, but you hadn't been feeling any different. If it were up to you to say, you would say that Yennefer's plan didn't workâ although you couldn't muster the courage to ask her directly if it did.
What made you so sure that the plan hadn't worked was the fact that Geralt and Yennefer had been fighting about something since a few nights and you could feel the strain in their relationship starting to show up. This hunch that you had only strengthened when one day, you unknowingly stumbled upon an argument between the Witcher and the Mage.
It was almost a week after that night on the Great Mount. Geralt had been indifferent towards you since thenâ not even bothering to spare a glance in your direction when the four of you were in the same proximity.
You were now back at Redaniaâ your home, but so were Yennefer , Geralt and Jaskierâ staying at your place like unwanted guests who were exceeding their stay.
Jaskier held two heavy logs in either of his arms, while your own hands were stuffed with the eggs from your coop, that you were intending to cook up for dinner tonight, when you heard shouting from one of the rooms upstairs.
"It was you that said that the plan would work. It didn't work, clearly."
You could recognize Geralt's voice from afar; broody, low and devoid of any emotion.
"Aren't you going to go check in on them?" You turned towards Jaskier and frowned, your eyes shooting upwards, fixing on the topmost stair before you withdrew it and fixed it on him again.
"Me? Stuck between a broody Witcher and a scary Witch? God save my poor soul then." Jaskier commented back as he placed the logs by the fireplace and began to light it.
"Jaskierâ" You couldn't help but smile at him, as you placed the eggs on the table and blinked, turning towards him, "Yennefer isn't a witch, she is a mage. Besidesâ"
Before you could complete your sentence, Yennefer's shaky voice reached the both of you, and you couldn't help but wonder what was actually going on between the two of them.
"I don't understand what's gotten into you, Geralt. These things take time. Why won't you let the spell take it's due course?"
"Yen, your spell failed. It's high time you realize that."
You shook your head to yourself as you busied yourself with trying to prepare the stew for dinner, but your ears were fixed on them.
"You don't question my spells, Witcher. I know what I'm doing. Besidesâ now to come to think of it, did you even fuck her right?"
Jaskier couldn't help but snort, but when he looked at how red you suddenly were, he immediately masked his expressions as he propped himself next to you.
"Did he, [Y/N]?"
"Jaskier, I'm not having this conversation with you," You shook your head at him, exasperated that he was still bugging you with this question, "Now can you please help me out? I need help with the stew, Jas'." Jaskier stood up, whistling to himself as he fixed himself next to the pot, stirring it while you began working on getting the bread ready when the door above slammed shut and heavy footsteps began descending down the stairs. Both you and Jaskier turned to see a very annoyed Yennefer walk towards the front door, without her Witcher in tow, just like he already was.
"I've got some business to attend to in Novigrad, Jaskier." She pointedly ignored you, and you couldn't help but bite back the words threatening to spill out of your mouth. Living under your roof, she was behaving like you were an outsider. Secretly, you were thrilled that she was leaving , even though it was for a short while.
You watched, through the window as a portal suddenly emerged just outside of your barn, and she disappeared through it, leaving you and Jaskier gawking at each other, Jaskier finally speaking, "I say, trouble in paradise?"
"It's none of your concern, Jaskier. You really need to stop meddling with other people's businesses. Now would you be kind enough and go ask your friend to come down? Dinner's almost readâ"
"Jaskier, come on now. We're leaving." Geralt cut you off as he finally appeared, all dressed in his tunic and breeches, his sword peeking out from behind him. You parted your lips, ready to ask him where he was off to but it was like he had already anticipated that this was going to come, so finally he looked at you, but with the same indifference with which he had treated you so far.
"It's time we move on. Keep the coin. Seems like Yennefer's plan failed after allâ"
The sheer coldness in his voice stung you like a thorn but you didn't let him realize that. Slowly, you lifted the cloth, wiping your hands with it, trying to act just as indifferent towards himâ even though you felt like you had been betrayed, which you mentally cursed yourself for.
This was going to happen one day or the otherâ and wasn't it better that they were finally going to be out of your life now? And not later when they would mercilessly pull your babe away from a mother's breast and call it their own?
"Where are we going, Geralt? We can atleast stay for dinner, a man needs to eatâ"
"We will roast a deer on our way, Jaskier." Geralt's irritation was evident from his tone, so the bard turned towards you, choosing now to ignore the Witcher with a sulk on his face.
"Oh Jaskier," you whispered, softly, "Don't you worry. I'll quickly pack some food for you, for the way."
"Oh hush, woman, don't go so soft on me, I would want to switch the roles with that broody gentleman over there."
Your cheeks suddenly felt like they were on fire; and you were sure you had turned a tomato red. You instinctively looked away, quickly finding yourself a distraction at the table as you began packing some bread and ham in a cloth satchel for him to take along with himâ fighting back the smile that craved to break out.
"Jaskier, you are free to stay here for as long as you want, the minute I get on Roach, I leave," grumbling, the White Wolf slammed the front door shut as he walked off, your eyes suddenly widening, as the smile was quickly replaced by a lingering hurt upon listening to his words. Why did he hate you so much? Was it because you couldn't give himâ themâ the child they so desperately wanted?
"Okay thank you for the dinner, and don't, like DO NOT mind him, he has always been a grumpy ham."
Jaskier took the satchel, flinging it over his shoulder, whilst at the same time grabbed his lute and immediately darted out, and by that time, the Witcher was already trotting towards the main path. You fixed yourself by the front door, watching the poor bard struggle to catch up with him and once the two of them were out of sight, you went back inside.
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If there was anything that turned a bright way for you after the three of them stepped out of your life for good was the fact that you had enough coin on you now to last for atleast a year. You bought three new goats so you could milk them and sell the milk in the village, along with the eggs.
But the void remainedâ
The night's were the most difficult, because there were nights when you woke up to a dream where a certain white haired, amber eyed man was laying in bed with you, his thick palm resting on your waist, your back pressed against him as he spooned you.
Maybe it was because you couldn't sleep that night too, that you did not miss the strangled groan that you heard from outside your window. You forced yourself to sit up, rubbing your eyes as you leaned over the window to look out but you couldn't see anything. Just then, someone began pounding on your front door, startling you.
It didn't take you long to run down the stairs, still dressed in your chemise, your arms wrapped around your arms as the knocking became frantic and urgent. When you opened the door, you felt like someone had kneed you in the gutâ
"Jaskier?" The bard looked a mess, his clothes were bloody and dirty, his hair slick and sticking to his face.
"I didn't know who else to go to nearby. Geralt needsâ" Jaskier began, and the two of you turned towards Roach. Geralt was although perched atop, he was now arching forward, his body almost limp, his head resting against the saddle.
"What happened, Jaskier?" You ran out towards Roach, who whinnied at you, perhaps having sensed that something was wrong with her owner. You placed your palm on Geralt's shoulder, but the minute your palm came in contact with him, he grunted and looked up, and you saw how weak and pale he looked, "I told J-Jaskier â I'm f-fine.. Jaskier.. Jaskier..fuck.. Novigrad.. I asked you to take us to ... Novigrad."
Geralt of Rivia was injured, the flesh on his side had almost been ripped apart by what looked like claws, and yet he was being a stubborn pig. You grabbed him by the fabric of his tunic, balling the fabric as you began literally dragging him off the horse, paying no heed to his annoying murmurs.
"Jaskier, can you help? I alone cannot get him off, you know?"
Helping Geralt walk into your home was a difficult task but somehow, you and Jaskier convinced Geralt to do it. You sat the very injured Geralt by the fire and knelt down in between the space of his legs, using gentle fingers as you rolled up the torn fabric of the tunic. He hissed when your fingers came in contact with his clawed flesh and that's when you saw how massive the claw marks were.
"Who did that to him, Jaskier?" You let go off the big man as you stood up, your hands now caked in Geralt's blood. You ran up to one of the wooden racks that stood by the fireplace with a dozen glass bottles on it. You grabbed the mortar and pestle, placing it on the table in front of you, as Jaskier lowered himself on a chair, now wiping the blood off his face with a washcloth.
"I swear you should have seen it, it was the tallest harpy I have ever seenâ well technically, it's the first harpy I've ever seen," he mumbled, and you couldn't help but give him a weak smile as you began to look for the ingredients to make a paste for Geralt's wounds.
"What are you looking for?" Jaskier asked, intrigued, as he watched you fiddle with the glass containers.
"Turmeric, Jaskier. It will stop his bleeding, although had he been human, that injury would have killed himâ instantly," you pointedly stared at Jaskier, and he gulped nervously when your words finally registered into the back of his mind. You quickly turned away, resuming your search for the other ingredients. You pulled out two containers; one with lotus petals and the other one containing chamomile, placing it on the table, next to the mortar and pestle.
"Jaskier, while I prepare the paste, can you get Geralt to lie down by the fire? And take off hisâ" You pointed towards his tunic that was already ripped apart, hanging loosely by his side. Jaskier immediately nodded, getting to work.
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You knelt down next to Geralt. His eyes were open, but his face was sweaty and his breathing was uneven; his lips tightly pressed together as he stared at the fire. Your fingers delicately moved over the gashes on his side, and he didn't flinch as much now.
"Can you sit up, Geralt? I need to bandage your waist."
That's when he turned towards you, regarding you briefly as he grunted, pushing himself up slightly and you quickly bandaged his wound with a cloth, securely tying it around his waist before he fell back against the makeshift bedding you had created for him by the fireplace.
You were finally done tending to the man's wounds so you stood up, moving to wash your hands by the sink, when Geralt's voice reached you, startling you.
"I told Jaskier not to bother you. Yennefer could have fixed this."
Your head sharply turned towards him, and you parted your lips, but it was as if your words were lodged to your throat, refusing to come out.
"You can't put all the blame on Jaskier. He could have left you to rot, stolen your mare and left, but he stuck around to ensure you were brought back to safety. You need to learn to swallow that thick ego of yours and give the bard some credit," you intentionally chose not to talk of Yennefer.
He grunted in response, shifting slightly so he could get comfortable, his body tilted at an angle towards the fire that you could see more of his backâ full of old scarsâ this one will be adding to it soon.
"Are you a healer?"
His question pulled you off track.
You shook your head, wiping your hands with a clean cloth, reaching out for one of the blankets that you had stored for yourself as a winter supply, placing it over Geralt's legsâ with half a mind that you will have to fight him for this act tooâ but much to your surprise, Geralt of Rivia accepted the blanket, pulling it over his chest.
"No, not a healer, just a woman with a passion to know things. You see, living alone you need to know certain things as you never know what life is going to throw your way."
"Hm," he fell quiet, and all the two of you could now listen to were the embers erupting from the fire.
The next few minutes, Geralt was quiet, so assuming that he had fallen asleep, just like the bard had; already snoring away to glory, you pulled your chair closer to the fireplace, lowering yourself against it as you began working on another blanket for Jaskier.
"You should have said no."
Startled to hear the low broody voice again, you looked up but this time found Geralt sitting on the makeshift bedding, the pads of his feet resting against the floor, his back turned towards the fire but his face turned towards you.
"Geralt, you should lie downâ"
"You should have said no to Yennefer, but you agreed although you knew what she wanted to make you do."
"Says the man who makes a living slaying monsters. Would you say no to a good bounty if that meant being paid enough to last you a year?" You snapped at him, not meeting his gaze.
"You needed coin, there were thousand other ways to do it."
"Like what, Geralt? Don't you think I tried all these ways you are talking about?" The half done blanket now lay forgotten at your feet, and you were standing, towering over Geralt, your lips trembling with rage. How dare he?
"There are many brothels in Redania that I know of that would have gladly taken you in."
"You know what, Witcher?" You spat, "I'm NOT having this conversation with you. I don't like you anymore than you like me, so there's no point in even speaking. Once you are well enough, I would gladly have you out of my home."
You turned away from him, and then blinked, for you couldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing you cry, as a thick chunk of a tear rolled down your cheek. Swallowing bitterly, you began climbing up the stairs, rather loudly, when Geralt mumbled, "You won't see us when you wake up tomorrow, don't worry."
Ignoring him, you reached the topmost stair, but when Jaskier began speaking to Geralt in a low voice, you couldn't help but pause, inching your ear towards them so you could listen to what they were saying.
"Why do you insist on being like that with her, Geralt?"
Jaskier's words were followed by what sounded like a bitter laugh, and a cough.
"I knew you were awake. I wondered why you didn't jump in to defend her like you always do, Jaskier."
"That is not the point, Gerâ"
"If you must know why I can't stop being the way I am around her is because every single time I see her, I'm reminded of the false hope that Yennefer gave me, Witchers are sterile, and that's how it is, I should have known than to fall into Yennefer's words."
He was hating for you something you hadn't even done. You gave him hope, or Yennefer did?
You would have stood there and continued listening to what more he had to say, but you couldn't help itâ your face turning sour, when sudden nausea hit you. Your palm instinctively flew up to your lip; making you almost double over and your eyes lifted up, scanning the area for anything you could use to relieve yourself. Grabbing an empty basket that lay close by, you fell down on your knees, your knees scraping against the wood of your flooring and you began wretching out the contents of your stomach, sweat trickling down your forehead as dread filled you up. You were scared that Yennefer's spell had worked. Your palm flew to your flat belly and you pursed your lips together, blinking away the tears and wiping the corner of your lips.
Now that you had wished for the spell to fail, it had perhaps, worked. Maybe things weren't destined to go about the way you wanted them toâ all you wanted was to watch Geralt of Rivia leave you alone for good and never come back [Wishful thinking]. But if, the spell had worked, it meant that you were probably carrying his Witcher baby, and that meant, you will have to see more of the white haired man with amber eyes, whether you liked it, or not.
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Day 7 - Trick or treating
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As Robbe walked towards the front door, all he could hear was a bunch of giggling, mingled in with some deeper chuckles.
It was Halloween and Sander had gone to hand out some candy to trick-or-treaters, which mostly consisted of the small children around their neighbourhood, escorted by a few of their parents as they travelled in packs.
Most of the time there had been knocks on the door, Sander would go and greet them. The two boys were in the middle of watching a movie and since the older boy had seen it before, he had no problem with missing a few parts of it to go and take care of the kidsâ candy needs. Though, after a few times, Robbe wanted to see what was making the children so excited. He wanted to see what magic Sander was working that they would be so happy â even though he knew they would be more bouncy than usual due to all the sugar.
As he approached, he saw something quite odd.
Instead of the bowl being filled with sweets for the children to take, it was full of water, with a small rag dangling over the edge, almost completely submerged in it. Upon further inspection, Robbe realised that Sander was giving the children temporary tattoos. And the reason for their giggles was probably because of the cold rag being pressed against their little arms.
Robbe could only shake his head fondly at the sight, because only his boyfriend would think of doing something like that.
Once they had all been successfully tatted up, Sander bid them farewell and shut the door, startling a little when he saw the younger boy standing in the middle of the hall, eyebrows raised in question.
âWhat?â Sander asked, sounding a little sheepish.
âCould you please just give the poor kids candy? That is what they are here for. If you arenât careful, we are gonna get eggs thrown at our door.â
âThat wonât happen, the kids love them. Plus, I have an 80s music agenda, Robbe. This generation needs taste!â
The reason for his reference for music was simple. Those tattoos he was putting on the kids were David Bowie themed. Robbe had bought them for Sanderâs birthday, and they had been saved for âa special occasionâ. He never would have guessed that Halloween was the time to bring them out.
âLeave the poor kids alone you old man.â The brunette laughed, looking at his boyfriend with the utmost fondness.
âAh, see? There you go, adding to the problem. I thought I had already fixed your Bowie deprivation and introduced you to the world of music outside of that god awful rap.â
âHey, you enjoy my music!â
Sander shrugged, âOk, maybe sometimes â but my point still stands! These kids need to get introduced to Bowie at a young age, so they can grow up being fully submerged in his excellent sound.â
âShouldnât that be a responsibility for, oh, I donât know⌠Their parents?â
âI think their parents probably appreciate me helping out with the music recommendations. And letâs be real, if the kids were not already introduced to Bowie, I have done everyone a favour.â
Robbe huffed out a laugh and turned around heading in the direction of the kitchen.
âWhat are you doing?â he heard Sander call out.
He remained silent as he searched through their cupboards, only uttering another word when he marched back to the front door, holding the bag of sweets like a prize.
âGetting this.â Robbe said, âBecause on Halloween, candy is what kids are looking for.â
Sander merely shrugged once again, âOk, letâs agree to disagree. You can hand out the candy if you really want to.â
âFine, I will!â
As if on cue, there was a small tap at the door, which could only be from another child in search of some treats.
Robbe went and opened it, sweets still clutched in his hand. Standing there was a little boy with dark fluffy hair that fell into his eyes and vampire teeth half falling out of his grinning mouth. It was the embodiment of cuteness. Though, he did notice that there was no parent accompanying him, which was a little odd.
âTrick or treat!â the little boy greeted; his voice high pitched with the anticipation.
âHi there!â Robbe responded, crouching down and holding out the bag, âYou want to take one?â
The boy wavered for a moment, seeming unsure as he fiddled with his dark cloak wrapped around his tiny shoulders.
âIs everything alright?â Robbe asked, concerned.
He nodded, âYes⌠I was just-â
âMax!â a deep voice shouted through the halls, accompanied by crashing footsteps and an out of breath dad that came hurling round the corner, âMax, you need to stop running off!â
The dad turned to the Robbe, his eyes full of a thousand apologies.
âIâm so sorry about this.â He said, still gasping slightly for air, âHe kept begging to come back and he ran off when my back was turned for a second. Sorry for bugging you.â
Since it had been Sander at the door previously, Robbe had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. Which probably showed on his face, since he did not even try and hide his confusion.
âOh, um, are you searching for sweets here now, then? We just got some, sorry for before-â
âNo, no,â the man interrupted, smiling slightly as he ruffled his kidâs hair, âMax loved the little tattoo he got, and he really wants another one. I did tell him no, since you probably have a limited amount, sorry he is so stubborn.â
âOh.â
He didnât even bother turning around to look at his boyfriend. Robbe knew full well Sander would be wearing such a smug expression, ready to rub it in how right he was.
âWell, Iâd be happy to give him another one⌠If thatâs what he would like?â
The dad looked completely relieved, probably knowing how much less ag he would receive from his son afterwards.
âYes, that would be amazing!â
Max stuck out his arm expectantly, eyes sparkling with glee as Robbe fished out a tattoo and placed it next to the previous one he had.
He had to admit, there was something more fun about giving out tattoos than handing out a little piece of candy. Seeing the reaction from the child lasting as their face erupted in absolute awe, while they watched the art being transferred onto their body. Witnessing their complete bemusement as they wondered how on earth it was possible to do such a thing.
Maxâs little nose scrunched up like a bunnyâs when the cold rag was placed on his wrist, though the smile never left his face. It was almost like it was put there was face paint, an immovable fixture, if only for that night.
âAnd⌠Youâre all done!â Robbe exclaimed once the tattoo had been sitting for the correct amount of time.
The boy snatched his arm back, grinning at the new black and white David Bowie face that was situated next to the lightning bolt on his skin.
âDad, dad, look!â He cried, jumping up and down as he waved his arm in his fatherâs face.
âOh, very cool! Now, what do you say to the nice man?â
Max turned back to Robbe, âThank you very much.â
âThank you.â The dad echoed, sending him a grateful look.
âItâs no problem.â The curly haired boy replied, waving as they began to walk away, âHappy Halloween!â
He shut the door and finally faced Sander, mentally preparing himself to declare Sander as right and the winner of whatever debate they were having. Yet, when he looked at his boyfriend, all he saw in his eyes was the same awe that had been glinting in the little boyâs. That same magical glow.
âSan⌠Are you ok?â
âHe liked the tattoo.â He replied, voice quiet as he smiled slightly.
Robbe nodded, walking over and wrapping his arms around his boyfriendâs neck.
âMhm, he really did. That little boy is probably gonna be asking his dad all about Bowie now, all because of you! You might have introduced that kid to an artist he will consider very special, just like you do.â
âYou think?â
âYeah, I do.â Robbe confirmed, âBecause, in my experience, when Sander Driesen tells you something is great⌠You would be a fool not to listen.â
âYouâre sweet.â Sander mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of the smaller boyâs nose. âHappy Halloween, Robbe.â
âHappy Halloween.â
#wtfock#wtfam#wtfock fanfic#wbspookyweek#halloween week 2021#thanks again to em and tasfia for the amazing ideas for this fic!!!#and happy halloween!
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BnHA Chapter 295: So How Are You Holding Up (Because Iâm a Potato)
Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi randomly and graciously decided to answer all of our long-standing questions about Mr. Compress, including âis he secretly hot,â âis he secretly related to that Robin Hood thief guy,â and âis he ever going to use his quirk to chain chomp a hole right through his ass??â with the answer to all three being âyes, of course.â As for our follow-up questions, âsir, is Mr. Compress going to die,â and âholy shit,â his answers were, respectively, âwait and see,â and, âI understand, really I do, but that isnât actually a question.â Well, heâs got us there.
Today on BnHA: Horikoshi finally ends the War arc with the speed and grace of an overworked college student scrambling to BS their entire midterm essay with five minutes left before the deadline. Dekuâs Spidey Sense is all âwhat up, I exist, p.s. youâre in danger kidâ like oh shit, no, you think?? Compress is all âIâm not gonna die but I am going to pass out and be capturedâ and honestly, at this point Iâll take it. Spinner is all âTomura you can have this one last Souvenir Hand I found that was in the oven for too longâ and slaps it on his face because HEâS JUST TRYING TO BE HELPFUL, SHUT UP. Dabi is all, â[currently in a marble].âTomura is all âactually, Iâm AFO.â AFO is all âhahahahahaâ and summons all of the remaining Noumus to cart him and Spinner and Dabi off to safety. Deku is all âDAMMIT TOMURA IâM REALLY MAD AT YOU FOR KILLING, AND I QUOTE, âAN UNBELIEVABLE AMOUNT OF PEOPLEâ, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, GET THIS, I TOTALLY WANT TO SAVE YOU TOO! LMAO ISNâT THAT WILD.â Fandom is all âOH MY GOD, NO WAY, is what we would say if we had literally never met Deku before, I guess.â And then the arc just ends, lol. See you in the new year, kids.
WAKE UP, LINK... I MEAN, DEKU
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jesus christ Vestiges, not a one of you guys has got any chill at ALL. LISTEN TO ME. THIS CHILD IS DEAD. HE IS DECEASED. LOOK AT HIM. HEâS LYING THERE ALL DAZED WITH HIS ARMS AND LEGS TURNED INTO GREEN PUDDING AND YOUâRE ALL âGET UP LAZYBONESâ LIKE I SWEAR TO GOD. CAN HE JUST REST?? CAN YOU ALL JUST CALL IT A DRAW WITH THE VILLAINS ALREADY SO WE CAN FINALLY END THIS TRAUMATIC ARC AND MOVE ON TO THE NEW âTRIAGE AND ROBOT LIMBS FOR EVERYBODYâ ARC INSTEAD
LIE BACK DOWN YOU IDIOT!!
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no you didnât pass out because of a ~heatwave~, you passed out because he set you on fire while you were out here shooting Blackwhip out of your mouth with your SPINDLY ACCORDION LIMBS dangling uselessly from you like WINDCHIMES you RIDICULOUS BOY
âwhereâs Todoroki-kunâ oh shiiiiiiit. right. god I hope someone caught him. BAKUGOU OWES HIM A FAVOR, HOW âBOUT IT
OH NEVER MIND HE APPARENTLY CAUGHT HIMSELF??
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Todoroki Shouto has really highkey been the MVP of the entire fourth quarter of this arc. he deserves the world, and odds are all Horikoshiâs going to give him are lasting trauma, and a souvenir shirt that says âI survived this stupid arc and all I got was this t-shirtâ
anyway now Dekuâs being hit by a Lightning Bolt of Realization or some such? idk whatâs going on, but I bet you itâs related to Tomura waking up again
OH SHIT??
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LOL WHAT. THATâS IT?? SPIDEY-SENSE?? I mean we all predicted Spidey-Sense being one of his quirks like ages ago, so Well Done, Us, I guess
but also, seriously?? all of that drama and intrigue about the fourth userâs quirk and this is what we end up with? what was All Might being so cagey about then? how did this dude die? I need answers goddammit. new, better answers lol
maybe itâs something to do with the fact that Deku keeps talking about how his head hurts?
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I mean, for Deku of all people to be all âouch that hurtsâ, it must really fucking hurt, you know? like oh my god Deku are you dying
lmao and SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO APPARENTLY DONâT FEEL PAIN
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this man is out here FROLICKING, half-naked and half-torsoed, AND STILL FEVERISHLY RATTLING OFF HIS MONOLGOUE. YOU HAVENâT EVEN ESCAPED YET YOU DINGUS. did watching Dabi pour bleach over his head inspire you to think of interesting new ways you could abuse your own body for the sake of Theatrics?? why are villains Like This
anyway so now Mirioâs punching him, because what else are you even supposed to do in this situation
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I read this speech bubble three times in a row very carefully this time around just to make sure I was reading the words right. and then looked for a T/L note below. and there was none. whatever RHA, at least you all are out here enjoying yourselves
wait what?
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I guess he hasnât woken up yet after all?? so then wtf is Dekuâs Spidey Sense getting all worked up about. I mean to be fair thereâs danger all around them still so having a Spidey Sense in this kind of situation is kind of like bringing a smoke alarm to a BBQ
now what
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wait did he put them back in the marble?? or is that panel just meant to show us how they were in the marble earlier?? Horikoshi please make this less confusing, Iâm already having trouble staying focused as it is. and on top of everything else Compress is cascading blood like Niagara Falls right now and Iâm starting to wonder if you really are going to kill him off
anyway so Mirio is still in mid-punch, and now heâs reaching out to punch Spinner with his other hand. heh. Mirio please be careful Tomura is right there, and I swear to god Horikoshi IF HE LAYS A HAND ON HIS SWIRLY BLOND HEAD SO HELP ME I WILL MAIL YOU A VIAL OF MY TEARS
okay seriously what the hell is happening
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when you attach?? everyone?? to your body?? whose body?? who is this??
oh wait okay itâs a flashback to Tomura talking about his Hands
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lmao this is so disjointed, I canât tell whatâs a flashback and what isnât and whose thoughts these are lmao I give up. Iâm just going to fire up a bunch of question marks until this starts making some goddamn sense. ???????
??????
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????????
-- !!!!!!!!!!!
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okay hold up. so did Spinner just slap Tomuraâs last remaining Signature Fashion Hand onto his face just now for absolutely no reason?? is that whatâs going on?? and fuck me but it actually worked too, lmao. is your buddy unconscious and unresponsive to stimuli?? no problem, just slap âem in the face with a burnt and shriveled severed hand. works every time
p.s. I SWEAR TO GOD HORIKOSHI. IF YOU TOUCH MIRIO!!! HEâS A GOOD BOY LEAVE HIM ALONE
??????????
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OKAY WELL. I STILL HAVE NO IDEA WTF IS HAPPENING, BUT AT LEAST MIRIOâS NOT DEAD. KACCHAN GOT BLOWN AWAY THOUGH SOB. HOW IRONIC THAT THE GOD OF EXPLOSION MURDERS WOULD BE MURDERED BY AN EXPLOSION WHILE I WAS BUSY SAYING âOH MY GODâ
ohhhhhh, okay. so this is AFOâs narration
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and thatâs a partial answer to the question of âwhy did AFO bother raising Tomura up as his heir if he was planning on taking over his body the whole time.â apparently it makes it easier to control him. joy :â)
also this image of a potato wearing a Tomura wig is sending me fjkllkhl
oh my god he summoned all the Noumu to him like Aquaman and his sea creatures. this whole situation just keeps on getting better
-- oh hell no. oh fuck me, fucking shit
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SHIT SHIT SHIT. IâM SORRY SPINNER, TOMURA CANâT COME TO THE PHONE RIGHT NOW
oh my god. I fucking hate everything right now oh my god
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I GUESS WE FIGURED OUT WHAT DEKUâS SPIDEY SENSE WAS WARNING HIM ABOUT, THEN ಠ_ŕ˛
fucking great!! so I guess nobody is getting a happy ending today, then. the heroes got their asses handed to them (sorry Compress, itâs a figure of speech, didnât mean to be disrespectful); Deku and Kacchan died; Shoutoâs evil brother came back from the dead to ruin his life; everyone and their dog lost various limbs; and the villains have now lost Twice (dead), Compress and Machia (presumably going to be captured), and now their fearless leaderâs body has been completely taken over by AFO, which is such an unsexy development that it managed to completely undo all of the Mr. Compress Sexiness from last week. goddamn it
DAMN IT HORIKOSHI ARE YOU REALLY GOING TO END IT LIKE THIS
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up close Hadouâs face is looking pretty rough. :/ thatâs going to scar over isnât it. at least sheâll look like a badass
meanwhile I appreciate that Horikoshi drew what looks to be a little puff of air next to Kacchanâs mouth, just to reassure us all that heâs not actually dead. thatâs fine. you just lie there then. also his wound really is in the exact same place as All Mightâs and itâs giving me all kinds of feels you guys but whatever Iâm not gonna sit here dwelling on it all day
AND POOR SHOUTO. IS HE STILL CRYING OMG. AND ENDEAVOR, WAY TO DO NOTHING STILL. THE ALL TIME CHAMP OF SITTING AROUND AND STARING, GOOD FOR YOU
ARE YOU FOR REAL, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW
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(ďźâ¸á)
lol
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âpeace out, loser.â âSHUT YOUR TRAP, HO.â quality encounter right here
anyway so heâs blasting Deku with something and Dekuâs just flying back all unconscious-like. so then, what even was the point of all that, huh
oh I see, it was to lead us into one last Deku monologue to close this arc out
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oh my god Deku if you say youâre going to save him I will turn around and do a cannonball into a ballpit of feels right now, donât do this to me
OH SNAP I THINK HEâS GONNA THOUGH
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DID HE LOOK LIKE HE NEEDED SAVING?? I MUST CONFESS YOU AND I ARE OF A MIND HERE, YOUNG BROCCOLI. YES IN SPITE OF ALL THE MURDERS. WHAT CAN I SAY ITâS COMPLICATED
by the way I just have to point out here, that after all of those impossibly pretty close-ups of Hawksâs unconscious face, Horikoshi really did my child dirty here lmao
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he looks like a squished cockroach. THATâS MY BABY BOY
and it looks like the cavalry is finally on its way too! took them long enough. so I guess they can take care of any of the remaining Noumu stragglers, but first let Deku finish his speech. listen up Deku I really need you to say something cool and iconic to cap off this thus-far admittedly underwhelming Last Chapter Of The Year, here
AHHHHHHH YES HE REALLY DID IT HE SAID THE THING
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well he thought the thing, anyway. close enough. Iâll take it!
so this is really the end of the arc then! or at least I hope, good lord. anyways, all right then so letâs do a quick status check:
it looks like the Noumu are hauling Tomura and Spinner away to safety, but it doesnât look like they managed to save Machia or Compress. this honestly might be in Compressâs best interests though. the heroes can get him some medical help along with Kacchan and Endeavor and everyone else
Dabi is apparently hidden inside Spinnerâs scarf, but do they have any way of releasing him without Compress there to undo the quirk? will he be all right in there. like how is he going to get food and water and air and stuff lol. does it wear off after a bit? can Compress undo it when he wakes up, even if heâs in custody? is there a distance limit on it?
and Skeptic was presumably turned into a marble as well, but Compress didnât bother mentioning him at all. nobody cares about poor Skeptic lol
and bonus AFO theories status check:
Dad for One - AFO called Deku worthless and hasnât seemed to take the least bit of interest in him despite getting to see his fancy SIXQUIRKS up close and personal. so if he is his dad he sure as heck is a terrible one, thatâs all I can say
All for One for All/Deku is a horcrux - well the Spidey Sense seems to offer an alternative explanation to why Deku could sense AFOâs presence, but on the other hand it doesnât explain why AFO was able to sense Dekuâs as well (seeing his dreams and such). still thinking thereâs a connection there, guys, idk
AFO is the final villain - five words for you: âEVERYTHING IS FOR MY SAKE.â is that concrete enough yet lol. pretty sure this arc marked both the beginning and end of Tomuraâs brief stint as the Big Bad. Dekuâs got it in his mind to save him now somehow, and we all know what happens when Deku starts getting determined to save people. look out AFO
as for the heroes, theyâre all varying degrees of Fucked and I think itâs honestly too much to even take stock of at this point. maybe if I get a rush of hyperfixation in the next couple days or so Iâll do a separate post analyzing the impact of this arc and where things currently stand and where they might be headed from here
but in the meantime, ngl, this chapter was kind of a hot mess lmao. but whatever, I donât even care because at least he managed to get all of it done within the allotted 17 pages, meaning that next week (or rather two weeks from now, sob) we really can get moving onto the aforementioned Triage arc! BRING ON THAT ANGST. I am so fucking hyped goddammit
#bnha 295#all for one#midoriya izuku#shigaraki tomura#mr. compress#spinner (bnha)#bnha#boku no hero academia#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha manga spoilers#makeste reads bnha#idk why but this chapter was so exhausting to get through lol#I've enjoyed this arc so much but I guess at the end the fatigue just hit me all at once#almost 40 chapters we've been doing this#that's one chapter for every year iida has been alive#still it sure was epic though#now bring on that angsty aftermath
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