#Please use your judgement for picking size

[trendywaifus]

2024 HALLOWEEN SPECIAL MASTERLIST

❝ WHAT’S YOUR SCARY MOVIE? ❞

WARNINGS — DARK THEMES, MENTIONS OF DEPRESSION, ATTEMPT OF SELF INJURY, DEATH, BLOOD, CONTROLLING BEHAVIOR, INJURY, YANDERE THEMES, DUBCON, PURITY LOSS, CREAMPIE, ORAL FIXATION, VAGINAL PENETRATION, SIZE KINK, CUM–EATING, FINGERING, CUNNILINGUS, UNPROTECTED SEX

04 |SCREAMPIED ! — transfem! ghostface! feixiao x fem! reader. there seems to be a second serial killer who has their eyes on you. but it seems like they came for you for a different reason. will they be a failure like the last one was? (10/6) continuation of — i’m like the wind baby !

preview ↳ you angrily picked up your phone for the third time in two hours, draping the towel over your shoulder as you sat down on the sofa. “ this is the third fucking time you called my damn phone, “ you shouted, pausing some cheesy horror movie that you forgot was on while taking a quick shower, “ take a hike you fuckin’ bum! don’t ask me about what my damn favorite scary movie is because i don’t have one! the last one was somehow less annoying than you are! “

there’s a small pause from the other side along with consistent, wet noises of skin slapping against skin. “ . . .fuck, “ the husky voice lets out a strained groan and laughs breathily, “ keep talking, i’m almost finished. mm, you sound so fucking hot when you’re upset, doll face.”

“ what the fuck? are you getting off from my voice, you damn weirdo? fuck off. “

05 |NATURAL PREDATOR ! — serial killer! jane doe x fem! reader. she craves you and the normalcy you bring into her life. it wouldn’t hurt to preserve it by keeping you in her home. don’t worry, she won’t hurt you if you don’t hurt her. rats aren’t natural predators after all, right? (10/26)

preview ↳ you swat the chinese food aside in frustration, jumping up from your seat, and glared at your unamused kidnapper sitting on the other side of the table. “ is this some sick game to you? chasing, kidnapping me—taking me away from my life to satisfy yours? “ you hiccuped, tears swelling in your eyes. “ and why in the actual fuck do you think it’s okay to make me sit down with you and eat some takeout food after you’ve been gone all day? what, you expect me to “gossip” with you after all the shit you’ve done to me? “

hurt flash in her teal eyes before she sighs heavily. “ do we seriously have to keep coming back to that? i understand that you’re upset but you’ll get use to this, to me soon enough. i know that i haven’t been here lately and i’m sorry. i’ll do my best to come home to you as early as i can. here, “ she says apologetically, handing you a napkin across the table with the pointed end of her tail, “ please, sit down, wipe your tears, and eat your food, my dear. unless, you prefer for me to do all of them for you? “ there’s something dark lurking behind her voice as it lowers an octave. a shiver runs down your spine at the hooded look in her narrowed eyes.

06 |ADAM & EVE ! — yandere! robin x gn! reader. all she wanted was to save her brother. even if it meant taking a bite from the forbidden fruit, stripping her away from reason, her purity—what makes her robin; an internal separation from who she used to be. ( 10/31)

preview ↳ robin straddles your lap, her darkened emerald eyes pools into yours, lulling you deeper into a trance-like state. your body feels relaxed and heavy, bones softening like malleable metal. the halovian woman lean close to you with a sickeningly sweet smile on her pale features as she brings the bitten apple to your bruised lips. there’s voices—hushed whispers ringing in your head, commanding you to take a bite of the apple. you don’t fight them back, you can’t. lust, euphoria and her hypnotic tune clouds your judgement.

you bite into the apple and sink further into the abyss, along with the shell of a woman who used to be great.

07 (BONUS?)| WUTIWANT ! — jason! transfem! acheron x fem! reader. i don’t know what i want but i know it’s not this. these words mean nothing once they’ve left my lips. (??)

preview ↳ ???

[gb-patch]

Our Life: Now & Forever Kickstarter Is Live! + Trailer & Demo Expansion

The crowdfunding campaign is live🎉‼️

Grow from childhood to adulthood with your two closest neighbors in this near-fully customizable visual novel. It's autumnal, it's nostalgic, it's a good time all around.

🍂 Our Life: Now & Forever Kickstarter Page 🍂

Plus, the trailer has been revealed and the game's demo has been massively expanded. Everything is wonderful now.

Create the protagonist of your story: Pick a first name, last name, honorifics, and have a nickname, too. Use any pronouns you prefer, including using multiple types and implementing your own set. Design your appearance using a dress-up doll, from skin tone, to hair, to clothes and accessories.

Take it Step by Step: Experience four distinct periods of time: childhood, teen-aged, young adulthood, and grown.

Live as you please: Express your personality and preferences through hundreds of choices. You can always change as the years go by, whether that means discovering a new passion, shifting your disposition, or transitioning to different pronouns.

Find friendship, family, and romance: Get to know your own mom, your peers, their parents, teachers, and other acquaintances. There’s a whole community in Golden Grove, and it’s up to you to choose your place in it.

Develop relationships that are truly yours: Use your own judgement to set how quickly bonds develop. Grow closer or farther apart as years go by. Focus on only one of the leads or be fond of both, including the option for a polyamorous relationship. You can express your attachment in whatever way is natural to you.

Enjoy a world to return to: Our Life features a welcoming, sentimental story that can easily be played over and over using new qualities for yourself or different relationship types with those around you.

Read your way: Utilize customizable lettering size and font type, two different textbox arrangements to choose from, and a self-voicing option built into the engine.

You can try the beginning of Our Life: Now & Forever from the Steam or Itch.io coming soon pages. It was expanded with new features and additional scenes on October 10th!

🍄 Steam Page 🍄

🌰 Itch.io Page 🌰

So, that's our game. I appreciate everyone who supports us on Kickstarter, gives the demo a try, wishlists it on Steam, saves it on Itch, shares this post, or gives our project attention in any other way. And even before this began, we've gotten more encouragement than I ever would have thought. Thank you so much for checking it out!

[saetiate]

WELCOME TO CORA AND AVE'S FORTUNE TELLING BOOTH

❥ get a love reading! this valentines, cora @saetiate and ave @venustrvck are taking requests! event status: open

send in: a character + one or more tarot cards (listed tropes) from below + sfw/nsfw preference + any other details! extra love heart! you can also send a kink from below the cut too. received requests here

you'll receive: a short drabble/fic based on your request :)

fandoms: blue lock, naruto, one piece, honkai star rail, genshin, love and deepspace

queer character hcs/reader and polyamory welcome too! please specify gender neutral/fem/masc/trans reader. no specifications will default to fem or gender neutral reader. this event is (n)sfw and dark content friendly!

example req 1: "hi! can I get a sae x f!reader, with the lovers - mutual pining? please and thank you!!" example req 2: "can i have oliver aiku x gender neutral reader with strength: arguments and add petplay please?"

PICK A TAROT CARD BELOW

❥ the fool: innocence, playfulness, recklessness; blind date, games, pick up lines, childhood friends to lovers

❥ the magician: transformation, beginnings, good omen; first meeting, meet/cute, meet/ugly, artist and model

❥ the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge; dream sharing, fortune telling, magic au

❥ the empress: passion, nurturing, fertility; motherhood, pregnancy, children with your f/os

❥ the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness; royalty au, power play, enemies to lovers

❥ the hierophant: community, learning, rituals; domestic life, university au, family traditions, religious observances (e.g. christmas, pouring sake for ancestors, tying the mangalasutra)

❥ the lovers: love, harmony, mutual attraction; soulmate au, confessions, mutual pining, first kiss

❥ the chariot: travel, action, ambition airport meeting, work-related au, summer/vacation fling, ceo au

❥ strength: courage, overcoming obstacles, urges; arguments, forced proximity, conflict resolution, proposal

❥ the hermit: solitude, withdrawal, introspection; hurt/comfort, unrequited pining, awkward flirting

❥ wheel of fortune: optimism, success, luck; chance/fated meeting, koi no yokan (knowing you will fall in love with someone), matchmaking

❥ justice: karma, honesty, decisions; returning a favor, relationship talk (e.g. talking about moving in together), mistaken identity

❥ the hanged man: suspension, potential, indecision; trust issues, infidelity, caught between two f /os, asked out as a bet/dare

❥ death: destruction, change, new beginnings; lost love, break up to make up, exes, grief and mourning

❥ temperance: communication, healing, moderation; comfort, wound-tending, drunken confessions

❥ the devil: desire, lust, temptation,; incest, any smut (see list of kinks below), omegaverse, supernatural elements

❥ the tower: drama, catastrophe, pride; hate sex, best friend's sibling, miscommuniation, yandere

❥ the star: renewal, hope, rest; easy love, at peace, coming home, first love

❥ the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion; friends with benefits, late night/pillow talk, fantasy au, defining the relationship

❥ the sun: joy, friendship, prosperity; friends to lovers, fluff, love realization, praise kink

❥ judgement: awakening, resurrection, absolution; fake relationship, second chances, arranged marriage

❥ the world: fulfillment, experience, completion; marriage, growing old, aftercare

if you'd like, you can add or request a kink from this list: oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, body worship. 69, vanilla and sweet, omegaverse, size kink, lingerie, aphrodisiac, threesome, dirty talk, cockwarming, yandere, overstimulation, aftercare, face sitting, fingering, praise kink

get your love reading now! inbox either ave or cora with your req!

extra info

you can add dealer's choice at any point and we'll decide for you <3

you can send any req to either of us! blue lock can go to either of us, and by default it would be better to send one piece asks to ave and genshin+hsr+lads asks to cora, but we'll both receive them either way and make sure to get yours written :)

if you've already sent a req to either of us before, feel free to send it through again under this event

all drabbles will be a written collaboration by us <3 don't worry, we're very good friends and have been for years! cora specializes in dialogue and ave specializes in beautiful imagery and emotion-charged scenes, so it should be the best of all worlds

we reserve the right to deny any req we're not comfy w, we don't think this will happen but just in case!!

[lynnaredfield3383]

DNI if under 18. Suggestive theme. Mentions of threesome. Cursing. Not my characters. Random thought I've been kicking around in my head for days.

Imagining Bakugo & Kirishima as neighbors down the hall of apt building. Knowing they own a gym and are both personal trainers.

Sure, they're hot AF, and you are average and fine with that. No way you're going further than polite greetings and smiles when passing them in the hall or elevator.

But then it happens. You didn't notice Bakugo as you got on the elevator with your best friend. In your defense, he wore a black ball cap pulled low over his face and an over size black hoodie hiding his bulked out form.

Had you known it was him the following conversation never would've happened.

"Come on. You know my weird turn-ons."

"Stop it," you laugh.

"Come on."

"Ugh, fine. Lefties, backwards baseball cap & watches."

"Okay, explain that freaky shit," your bestie looks over at you judgemental.

"I can't. I just find those things absolutely sexy okay? Can we finish this in my apt?"

You don't know who is in the elevator with you, but you feel uncomfortable continuing this convo.

"Oh man, I hope we see your neighbors. How have you not flirted with either of them? I'd love to be in the middle of those two..."

You elbow your best friend embarrassed by her loud mouth and shameless behavior.

"Please, stop. I'm sorry for her. I hope we didn't make you uncomfortable."

You apologize to the figure behind you. Head down still scrolling on his phone.

"No."

You breathe a sigh of relief and notice you only have one more floor before you get off the elevator.

"Don't act like you don't wanna be sandwiched between them..."

The doors opened with a ding, and you dragged your best friend off the elevator and straight into your apt, not looking back once.

Ever since that day, anytime you see the two trainers, they have their ball caps on backwards.

It doesn't make you suspicious, but it makes your legs jello.

Your suspicion is raised when two weeks later, you see both of them sporting watches. The sports kind that record all their workout progress. Bakugo, the blond one had always worn one, but Kirishima never had. More suspicious was the smirk they both wore as they nodded to you before you rushed into your apt.

Then, a knock on your door three weeks after the elevator conversation confirmed everything.

Opening the door, your heart jumped to your throat. Leaning against the frame, Bakugo backwards cap smirking. Beside him standing straight, slightly nervous, Kirishima.

"Uh, hi. Something you need?" You ask trying to sound calm.

"'Bout to make a sandwich. Wanna be the middle?" Bakugo smirked arrogantly.

"Man! You can't say it like that!"

Yep, one of them had heard your elevator conversation. What're you gonna do now?

**I know how corny the sandwich line is for Bakugo, but I just don't see him ever being suave. No matter how confident he is, I see him using horrible/corny pick-up lines or flirting. Sorry if it doesn't fit.**

[juniperdugong]

It isn't a competition...

Pairing: Rafayel x GN!reader (suggested that reader is shorter than him) Genre: Fluff CW: N/A WC: 389

Day 9 of To Halloween with Love Event

A/N: My LNDS men are getting the attention they deserve from me with this event lol, definitely taking on something like this again.

"I need a new one..."

"You do not need a new one, Rafayel." You prance your way around the table encircling Raf's waist with your arms and peering over his shoulder to look at what was to be his "next masterpiece", aka the pumpkin that he picked out.

"I messed up! Look!" He furiously gestured towards the gourd, which looked plain and empty, aside from having its insides scooped out and the tiniest amount of micro-sized punctures from Raf's original stencil.

"You've barely touched it..."

"AND IT'S RUINED ALREADY!" The dramatics of this man ran miles above and beyond anything any of his fans could dream of. "I should die..."

"Oh my gosh! If it bothers you so much then why don't you use the other side?" You leave him cold as you grab the pumpkin, twisting it towards the plain side that he's left untouched.

"I ever tell you how much of a genius you are?"

"Literally never-"

"Such lies coming from you today, honey!" He takes this as his time to wrap you into his arms this time. "Wait- Let me see your progress!" He rushes to the other side of the table where you made shop with your own pumpkin and carving supplies.

"I'm really happy with mine so fa-"

"Pfft-" And the audacity of this man astounds you as he postures a judgemental stance and rubs at his chin viewing you pumpkin. "Well, it's definitely a pumpkin..."

"Hey! It's not like we're competing or anything..." You go over and meet him, eyeing your own work with a skeptical eye now.

"Of course not, but if we were I don't think you would place." And you gasp and punch his shoulder with a bit more force than you probably should.

"You know what? I think you should get another pumpkin- In fact, I think you're so bad at carving that you should probably just stop here."

"Let's not be hasty-"

"Let's not be hasty~" You mock his words.

"Well, y/n. All I can say is yours looks dumb and may the best person win." With a hmph from both of you, you return to your little stations and get to work creating the most perfect pumpkin sculptures to ever exist.

Because there is no way either of you is letting the other off easy today...

A/N: Originally I was going to do a Choso Kamo pumpkin fic but I liked the idea of being competitive with a sassy man, what can I say?

Please Reblog and Comment (They act as power-ups for me)

[bellyasks]

inspired by @citrusickness to use a random word generator😭

Preference - Your character and their friend/partner are trying to decide where to eat, but they each have a different preference that they feel strongly about. Rather than compromise, they decide to splurge and do one for lunch and the other for dinner. Two restaurant-sized meals in one day turns out to be a bit much, though.

Exceed - Your character is cooking for a party or potluck, but the amount of food they made is too much for the container they're bringing it in. Not wanting to put the extra away, they decide to just go ahead and eat it before they leave.

Link - Somebody your character follows on social media shares one of those influencer links where they get revenue or whatever when people use it & maybe there's a discount idk. Anyway it's for food, and your character has never tried out this restaurant/company before, but it looks enticing, so with their discount they order a little too much.

Preach - Your character is visiting their friend or partner's family, and at least one nosy older relative is giving them a real earful about how they clearly aren't eating enough. When dinner rolls around, they make absolutely sure that your character has more than enough on their plate.

Dress - After a long day of excessive eating for whatever reason, your character's belly is still thoroughly distended the next morning. They need to get dressed for the day, but they're struggling to find something that isn't too snug on their bulging tummy.

Neglect - Your character has a bad habit of neglecting themself, often going far too long between meals and even skipping them. Somebody in their life has had enough, and makes a point of making sure your character eats well today.

Judge - Fearing judgement from the people they're eating with, your character eats far less than their fill. Once they're finally alone at home, though, their rumbling belly talks them into going way overboard in their own kitchen to compensate.

Tired - After a long day, your character is too exhausted to cook, so they flop down on the couch with a bag of chips or a package of cookies or something. Without realizing how much they're eating, they make their way through the entire freshly-opened package.

Vague - Your character has been struggling to make plans with a friend, but planning is not said friend's strong suit, and whether there will be food is up in the air. Deciding they'd rather be full than hungry, your character eats before they leave, only to find that food is one of the primary points of the day's outing.

Invite - Your character has been invited to a nice party or event. The food there is delicious, much better than what they usually get, and it's hard not to keep picking at it even as they fill up, especially when the hosts and people around them keep offering them more and urging them to taste things.

Doll - A feeder has taken a liking to your character, declaring that they're just the cutest thing and wanting to treat them like a doll. This, of course, means dressing them up and seeing what it takes to bust them out of their cute new outfit.

Deny - Your character is stuffed full, and they try to say no when they're offered seconds. Unfortunately, "no" is not the correct answer right now, and your character wants to please the person who's offering, so they try to squeeze in at least a little more.

[nkn0va]

Helltaker request: Modeus, Azazel, Justice, and Pandemonica constantly stealing their S/O's hoddies even though it's a little big on them.

You know now that I think about it I do envision them as being on the shorter side

Man, I'm really skirting the line between NSFW and SFW when I write for Modeus, huh?

Modeus

-You already know, Modeus does it out of horny.

-The first time she does so, it's when you're out of the house doing something, she usually sneaks into your room. This time though her eyes seemed to drift over to your closet, and she got an idea.

-She opened the door, scanning for what she wanted in particular before she found a hoodie of yours, and immediately pulled if off the hanger before she could even think.

-Putting it on, she starts to get turned on just by the smell and feel of it, reminding her of you. Just in less wholesome ways than what is traditionally expected.

-She doesn't really give a shit or think about being subtle about it, you eventually find out what she's been doing by the...distinctive smell on your hoodies you soon pick up on.

-Whether you decide to enable or attempt to stop this behavior is up to you, but regardless, she will be coming up with new ways to get her hands on your hoodies. What the power of horny does to a person...

Azazel

-The complete fucking opposite of Modeus lmao.

-Spending her entire life up until she met you in Heaven, she's not used to the uncontrolled conditions of Earth, the realm of God having perfect, warm weather all the time. She gets cold extremely easily.

-It was currently the middle of December so winter was in full swing. Her normal coats weren't cutting it anymore now that the snow had decided to do a bit of trolling and break the heating system in the house.

-She really, really didn't want to take anything from you without permission, but at this rate she didn't have a choice if she didn't want to get sick, so she very reluctantly took a hoodie from your closet.

-You were larger than her by a fair bit, leading to the hoodie being one or two sizes too big. This does work out in warming her up though, to the point she loses track of time.

-You come home only to find the angel snuggled up in your hoodie, causing her to freeze up before apologizing very profusely, turning red as a cherry all the while. Please reassure her it's no problem and she can do it if she wants, she will love you even more for it once she can get over it.

Justice

-Out of everyone here, Justice is by far the most relax and upfront about things in general, this is no exception.

-She can't exactly see, but going through the clean laundry, she picked out a hoodie she'd never felt before, and figured it was yours. So she decided the only natural course of action was to put it on and ask how it looked.

-Does not give a fuck, will casually walk up to you and ask if it looks good on her. Spoiler: it does. She is not the awesome demon for nothing.

-You can definitely trust her more than most with your stuff, which Justice uses to wear your hoodies whenever she wants. It may be sweaty if she wears it after a workout or something but she's at least courteous enough to wash it after she's done without you needing to ask.

-You can't bring yourself to be mad at her, not when she's one of the only mentally sane demons out there.

-She does in fact rock your clothes, probably better than you do.

Pandemonica

-Due to living in Hell her whole life until coming up to Earth with you, she's used to the infernal, burning environment, a bit too much. When winter or cold weather in general strikes, she falls apart, she was never one for the frontlines like Justice or Judgement.

Whenever she has to work one of these days, she'll announce that she's borrowing a hoodie from your closet before she retreats to her room to continue working.

-It's easy to sympathize with the tired demon, knowing that denizens of Hell were not accustomed to cold temperatures. It was only right of you to help her be as comfortable as possible while she's in your home.

-Speaking of such, bring her some coffee and put an air humidifier in her room while she's working, she will appreciate that more than she can put into words. Keeps her from getting sick while you're at it, which she cannot afford from how hard being a receptionist of Hell pushes her.

-(And it also helps lower your chances of getting your fingers broken when she's no longer tired which is definitely a plus.)

[z00oo1]

Joel Miller Recs

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She’s a Gun @cowgurrrl

Somebody didn’t give the new guy a heads up about talking about Joel Miller’s family

Big Fan Big Fan II @atinylittlepain

Joel is smitten. But he's having a hard time figuring out when she's being real and when she's just acting.

Feeling You @peterparkersnose

Y/N confesses something to Joel she shouldn’t have when she saw him awake for the first time in weeks after his accident

Unexpected Expecting @atinylittlepain

Joel Miller x pregnant!f!reader

From Love and Life @bubbles-for-all-of-us

you're heavily pregnant but your medical assistant is needed in a close by town. 

We Bleed Together @bubbles-for-all-of-us

What if instead of loosing Sarah, Joel lost you - the mother of his two children and the person who had built him up to a better man.

If the door was open series @heartpascal

months of travelling with joel and ellie come crashing down on you, the fear is suffocating.

Something is rotten @heartpascal

arriving in jackson brings painful feelings, and even worse conversations.

All my faith @heartpascal

Joel finding a little girl after the outbreak (before Ellie),

to do the right thing @pedgeitopascal

When you find out that you’re pregnant, getting rid of it seems to be the only option you have but when it doesn't go as planned, you think of another solution.

oneshot @firsttimewriter92

Joel's time being taken up by another woman

Survive @alloftheimagines

Ellie stays back to keep an eye on Joel so reader gets kidnapped

pieces of our path @atinylittlepain

Joel request please!Reader collects keychains from the different states/places she travels

i’m yours baby @youlightmeupfinn

you can't help but feel inferior when two women throw themselves at joel upon you moving to jackson.

I never stopped loving you I never stopped loving you II @musings-of-a-rose

The disciple @floralsandthesauce

y/n and Ellie have been taken by David and his loyal company.

Man I hate Golf @j0elmill3r

Oneshot @forever-rogue

reader gets hurt protecting Ellie

Needle and thread @uhlunaro

You picked on someone twice your size, and Joel begrudgingly patches you up.

The cure @alloftheimaginess

reader swaps places with Ellie and reader is the one Joel rescues.

Your Bear Your Bear II @rrickgrrimes8

Joel Miller doesn’t just lose Sarah that night but his other daughter too

Oneshot @secondsistershelby

Healing You @astrid-sorensen

A long 12 years after Sarah’s death, Joel can’t seem to open up to you again. But you’re never gonna stop trying.

Code Red @softlyspector

Joel finds out that its the reader's turn to go on patrol. And he is not okay

Settled @softlyspector

Joel and Ellie are finally mostly settled in Jackson. Joel just wants to take care of you, but you find it hard to let some things go.

Too Late @alloftheimagines

in which joel makes the decision to stay in jackson out of fear,

Oneshot @forever-rogue

Joel teaching reader how to swim

Slice of Paradise @bubbles-for-all-of-us

Joel dream of having a farmhouse comes true.

Butterfly @bubbles-for-all-of-us

When Joel thinks that his life is over his little butterfly sends him a new reason to stay alive.

Darling Don’t You Cry @pagesfromthevoid

In an Instant @mishasminion360

Happy birthday, Joel Miller.

Clouded Judgement @bluebeary-jay

it was a long time since Joel had felt a maddening rage

Apothecary @atinylittlepain

joel becomes curious about the woman running the medicine shop

Secret Garden @hevstlouera

As you were well aware, your parents work was something you should never be involved in

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter.

No Time To Die @davosmymaster

With your life now hanging by a thread, Joel is determined to get you to safety, but the clock is ticking faster than he can run.

Don't Let Me Drown @alloftheimagines

in which the reader falls into the river of death, and it's joel's job to save you and find shelter

Old Soul @softlyspector

You're never quite sure of your place in Joel's life. Everyone else seems to know exactly what it is.

White Lies @poeticbarnes

Joel would do anything for you. He does anything for you. And he makes sure you don't know a thing.

Untitled @forever-rogue

Protective!Joel

A Long Time Coming @criminalamnesia

You go on patrol with Joel, unknowingly sealing your fate.

All Yours @punkshort

Tommy and Maria want to meet a group from another community to establish a trading relationship. One man comes onto you a little too strong, sparking a reaction from Joel.

Edge Of Darkness @hyzer34

After being placed in a tiny apartment for 5 months with a man who rarely talks. you both decide to leave the QZ.

Wattpad

Cowboy Like Me by JOELM1LLER

Till Death Do We Part by Bloodlvstflims

A husband and wife find themselves in a unique situation when a fungal virus infects the city surrounding them, where they're forced to make tough choices for the sake of living.

Ao3

Like Knives by Aerith123

Joel and Ellie come across an unlikely ally

Surrender by Ezrasbirdie

Weeks after the events in Kansas City, Joel and Ellie stumble across a woman lost in the Nebraska wilderness. With her knack for foraging and unending patience for Ellie's ceaseless questions, Daisy quickly becomes an asset on their journey.

Crack Shot by TomeOfTheForgotten

You must choose to leave behind the safety of Lincoln to bring Ellie to the terrorist group you swore you would never seek out again. It's been years since your last smuggling run, but you always were the best sniper the Fireflies ever had. With Joel at your side, you're ready for anything the open road could throw at you.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

.⋆｡His Addiction｡⋆.

Kylo Ren x plus size reader

His Choice Masterlist

The crash was destined to come but it shouldn't have been this bad

Chapter Warnings: dubcon turned slight noncon, smut, size kink, d/s dynamics, blood, rough sex, getting hurt during sex, anger, angst, fear, no safewords, this is a really intense chapter so please heed the warnings, no foreplay or preparation, needles, kidnapping

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It was lonely in those chambers she was confined to. The black and deep red decorations made her feel out of place dressed in a sheer white nighty, a silver collar hanging from her neck, reflecting the dim light of the stars they passed. The bedroom she was trapped in always seemed cold, especially with the thick metal chain keeping her tied to the bed, constantly touching the naked skin of her back and arms.

She had no doubt it was one of the more beautiful places on the ship but she still detested being alone here. It was always far too quiet and against her better judgement, she was craving her master’s presence. In her mind, he was so large that he took up most of the space, drowning out the darkness of isolation with the light of his haunting yellow eyes.

Sighing, she lay back against the bed and fished the holopad he had given her out from under her pillow. It was highly censored and monitored but she could read and watch small nature documentaries, so she didn’t complain. It had been days since she had last seen the sith, according to the stormtrooper who brought her meals every third day, something big was brewing. There were rumours that a Jedi had been captured by the First Order.

If that was true, then Kylo would be away for a lot longer than just a couple days and she would have to get used to being alone. 

Just as she settled into yet another documentary about Hoth, the lights in the room went red as a siren blared. The ground rumbled beneath her and the stars shifted. Y/N grabbed at her chain and braced herself as the gravity around her shifted and she was thrown back against the headboard. 

She winced as the cold chain pushed into her spine. It was a few seconds before her body adjusted and she was able to sit up properly again. It wasn’t right, this Star Destroyer shouldn’t be in hyperspace unless an attack had occurred. 

Y/N slipped from the bed, getting a better angle on the window. The chain pulled tight as she stretched, waiting for the ship to stop. Soon enough, they did stop and dread filled her veins.

Debris floated past the window, huge chunks of it. Whatever had been destroyed had been much larger than any Star Destroyer she had ever seen and may well have been larger than the Death Star if the stories she had been told in her youth were true. There were bodies as well, stormtroopers and admirals alike, all being given to the vast expanse of space.

Her eyes squeezed shut and she turned away, unwilling to look at the carnage anymore. Alarms still blared overhead, signalling that they were still at battle stations, TIE fighters and Star Cruisers streak by but then suddenly, everything stops.

The alarms shut off but the lights remain a terrifying red. Y/N’s breathing began to pick up, something was wrong. Fear settled into her bones, causing her skin to erupt with goosebumps. Thundering footsteps came from just outside the door. She snapped her head forward, curling her body into itself, shrinking down into the sheets as if it would provide ample protection.

The doors slammed open, revealing Kylo. He had no mask on, his clothes were damp and most shockingly, a scar. It ran from the side of his neck all the way across his face, ending just beneath his eye. It was huge and red with infection, just barely being held together by a mesh-like bandage beneath his pale skin.

“On your hands and knees.” He barked but she didn’t move, still too shaken to comprehend what was happening. “Now!” She yelped as the room exploded with power and turned over onto her front. Her arms shook as she braced herself against the silk sheets.

There was no preparation, no warning, only the lifting her dress over her back and his gloved hands clamping down on her hips and then he was inside of her. Pain radiated through her body. He felt far too big like this, like his cock was ripping her in half. Kylo grunted and began to move. His thrusts quickly became violent, the air around them heating with his rage.

Y/N buried her face in the pillow, muffling her sobs as best she could, even sneaking a hand between her legs to her small bundle of nerves to lessen the blow. Instead she received a growl from the sith as one hand grabbed the back of her neck and pinned her to the bed. “Fucking rebel! Ruined everything!” His hips slammed harshly into her ass. He had no steady rhythm, he was not searching for a release, he was just fucking out his frustration.

“I will find her.” He snarled and for some reason, the thought that he was using her as a punching bag in place of another woman, that caused Y/N to snap.

“Stop!” She cried, thrashing as hard as she could below him but it did nothing more than make him even angrier. 

“Stop disobeying me!” There was a whoosh of air and then all she could feel was pain. The scream she let out immediately pulled him from the haze of rage that had settled over his mind. He flinched as he finally saw what he had done.

There was blood everywhere, rolling from several large gashes across her back, staining her untainted skin. He could hear her crying and see where she had ripped the sheets with her fingernails, how bruised he had left her. But most of all, he could feel the betrayal and the sadness rolling off of her in huge waves. He had done this, he had hurt her because he was so blinded by his own failures, he had used the force to hurt her.

Kylo said nothing as he pulled out of her and turned away, unwilling to see the consequences of his actions. Her sobs rang in his ears as he ran.

Y/N lay alone, her tears long-since dried but the pain was still just as raw as it was hours ago. This, this was what she should have expected. Kylo Ren was still just a man, a man who had bought her so she could be his toy. That’s what hurt most, not the slashes across her back but the fact that she had so easily fallen into the delusion that he had actually cared for her.

She felt like a stupid child.

She watched as debris floated by, slowly lessening as the hours wore on. She could not even gather the strength to pull her dress back down over her naked body, nor move from the now rough sheets. She just watched as the universe passed her by.

Darkness was beginning to grow at the edge of her vision when voices floated through the empty halls. She attempted to sit up but her back screamed when she moved even slightly so she just turned her head to watch the doors, half-expecting and half-dreading that it would be her master who opened them.

But instead she was treated with a small group of people, not dressed like anyone in the First Order. “That’s her.” One whispered to another before a shorter one in the group retorted- “We need to move now, before he comes back.”

Her eyes went wide with panic as two of them moved forward towards her. She tried to lift herself from the bed to run but her injuries were too great and she remained paralysed, only able to watch as they came closer. “If you kill me, he’ll hunt you down.” She hissed, desperately trying to believe her own lie.

“That’s what we’re counting on.” One of them spoke and before she could scream, a needle was jammed into her neck and unconsciousness consumed her.

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AN: Companion bit to ‘I’m Running Round Your Head With a Bolo Knife’.

Happy New Year! Enjoy some gratuitous violence.

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While Jimmy technically has access to the Knight’s helmet footage, he usually doesn’t access it. He doesn’t usually need to, first of all, and second of all, the fact that he can is enough. There’s the unspoken trust there, the use your judgement that he appreciates, because he doesn’t always get that on a job. Everyone knows he can get into things, with time, and they usually try to keep him out. Not just ask him.

But he accesses it tonight. He opened it up after Mark got the thing off and all that happened, because holy shit, man, even the grainy body cam footage can’t hide that that’s a kid that’s a kid and someone (something) did all that to him and Jesus Christ, Gotham, what is wrong with you–

So yeah, he muted everyone to get a look.

Most of it, he skipped over. He doesn’t need everything. He needs two things: how this happened, and how it ended.

How this happened doesn’t surprise him. A hostage. EMT, facial recognition says, from Arkham City’s joke of a medical facility. The Knight was up in the rafters when he turned up, held in the grip of–holy shit, that’s one of the Abramovici twins, guess they really did get cut in half. The EMT’s clearly terrified, and Jimmy can’t blame him. Even without that monster–and he could give Trent a fight, he and his brother might be able to take him down through brute force–, Harley Quinn’s all up in his business, snarling threats that Jimmy’s sure she’ll keep. If it’s one thing he knows for sure, the women in Arkham can hold their own. They’d have to, in there, but even without that…

He knows where Ivy is. Plants aside, the zombified men are a dead giveaway. There’s nothing left in there, just lust and a doglike desire to please.

…

The boss has balls, keeping houseplants like he does. Jimmy’s now a firm believer in plastic plants forever, fuck the environment. That fern can’t be trusted.

Ivy aside, ‘cause she’s…like that…, the girls are nasty. Catwoman’s in there somewhere–the clawed faces are more than enough to know that, even without the thefts–and the Knight’s files say Kitty Richardson’s picking people off, likely to use as subjects for Scarecrow. Quinn’s no exception: the footage has her winding up that baseball bat for a swing that’ll break bones when the camera lurches forward and she’s suddenly up close and personal.

“You-!” She looks pissed. “You’re not s’posed ta be here!”

The helmet never picks up the Knight’s voice. Jimmy’s not sure if that’s a separate feature that he just never turns on or what*. He must say something, though, because Quinn just shrugs and screams, “MISTAH J!”

The Knight doesn’t wait for ‘Mistah J’. The camera jerks forward in a headbutt and Quinn staggers, clutching her nose. Then the real fight begins.

One of the admittedly selfish reasons Jimmy doesn’t view the helmet footage much is because it makes him motion sick. The boss is fast, he knows that, but it’s different watching him work in first-person. From here, he can watch him pick targets, moving like lightning from shattering that poor bastard’s collarbone to crushing the ribcage of some schmuck on the other side of the room before turning to shoot a would-be runner through the head.

He’s doing well. Nothing new there. He handles crowds almost better than a one-on-one, has ever since Jimmy’s known him. Across the room, somebody finally gets a gun out, but the camera whirls, the screen’s taken up with the back of a head, and then there’s a strangled cry before the body falls to the floor.

And then Abramovici comes to play.

He’s horrifying. Big and freakishly muscular, with clown makeup dutifully applied, and wielding a sledgehammer that’s practically Riley-sized. He brings that hammer downwards and the camera flips backwards, but there’s a stutter. A nearly imperceptible stumble on the landing, one that the Knight doesn’t get a chance to recover from before Abramovici just keeps coming, spinning that hammer around Link-style and forcing the boss to stay on the retreat or get squashed. The monster laughs, that clown makeup making it even worse, and then–and then–there’s a terrible, high-pitched cackle. Abramovici backs down and the camera swivels towards–

–oh, that is nasty.

That’s the Joker all right, unmistakable, but, something’s wrong with him. He’s covered in truly gnarly sores, with like his skin’s trying to peel off, and he’s got a cane in his hand that doesn’t look like it’s for show. But he’s moving fast enough, and the camera takes a step back from him all the same.

Hm.

If there’s one person the Knight hates more than Batman, it’s the clown. Even Batman can, if you’re careful, be joked about. Just a little bit. But the Joker? Never. Antoine says they had an ex-henchman sign up once, and the boss ripped his fuckin’ jaw off. Jimmy’s never asked why, always kind of figured it was Batman-related and didn’t want to know more, but now…

Now he thinks Joker’s the catalyst for everything.

“Baby boy!” The laugh turns into a nasty cough and the Joker spits out a mouthful of…Jimmy can’t tell. Yellow. It’s yellow. “You came crawling back at last. I knew you would. The prodigal son.”

The Knight doesn’t move again, not even when the Joker gets right up in his space, that torn, rotting face inches from his own. Not even when the Joker grabs his shoulders and leans in close to press those ragged lips to the helmet and whisper, “I’ve been waiting for you.”

The Knight shoves him off, shaky and uncoordinated, but it’s too late. That moment of fear cost him, let Abramovici get way, way too close. Jimmy sees the fist (just the fist, not even bothering with the hammer) speeding towards the camera and then the camera’s recording cement flooring.

So. Jimmy will bet money that Joker’s the one who gave him the brand Mark was freaked about, and God knows what else.

Something niggles, in the back of his mind, some bad thing, and he stows that for later in favor of skipping ahead. He doesn’t really want to know, honestly, what they did. He doesn’t need to, and…he owes the Knight that, at least. Some secrets should stay buried. But he wants to know what happened, what finally…that was a massacre, man.

When he picks up the footage again, it’s grainy and staticy. Helmet was broken before the massacre, then, at least to an extent. Badly broken, too, or the Knight turned on the voice thing; Jimmy can hear him now, barely-there, semi-hysterical murmuring that sounds like every long-term torture victim he’s had the misfortune to watch.

“--six days, only been six days, you took it eighteen months before, just keep it together, Jason, just keep it together–”

Jimmy takes a nervous drink. Purple legs–Knight’s on his knees here, then–come into frame and a pipe clatters to the ground in front of him. He doesn’t move to pick it up, but his frightened murmurs stop abruptly. A second later, the EMT from before, looking the worse for wear, is carried into the room by Abramovici and dropped a few feet from the camera.

“He didn’t fix me,” the Joker says, voice mockingly distressed. “Teach him a lesson, Todders.”

That niggling, something-bad feeling clicks in Jimmy’s head again and he shoves it aside. The boss picks up the pipe, slow and deliberate, and stands up. Crosses over to the crying EMT and looks down. Raises the pipe.

And whirls, smashing it against the skull of a man with badly-applied clown makeup.

“Shit–!”

“Thought he was fixed!”

“Get him, you fools!” the Joker shrieks, voice tight with rage, but the Knight’s already on the attack. He gets another man with the pipe before the camera drops and rolls, pipe clattering down, but he’s not hit, he’s just dodging. A second later, the sledgehammer strikes the floor, the impact rattling the room, and then the camera’s climbing.

The Knight wraps his legs around Abramovici’s throat, a move Jimmy’s seen him do with Trent before, and the giant flails, trying to grab hold of him. Across the room, Joker’s screaming for somebody to ‘shoot the little brat, to hell with Hammer, I’ll get another one!’ but the only one going for a gun is Quinn. Everyone else is watching in abject horror.

Quinn raises the gun and just as she fires, the Knight launches himself backwards, yanking Abramovici into the line of fire instead. The bullet strikes him in his, uh, good shoulder, sending him spinning (oof, RIP to the three guys in his path) before he drops the hammer.

The Knight rolls forward this time (oh God, dizzy–) and grabs the hammer in both hands when he comes up. Hefting up makes him stagger, but he manages to get it up and swing, awkward and unsteady–

–straight into the looming clown face.

Abramovici’s skull crumples like paper. The giant body topples under the force and weight, hitting the ground with a THUD as the Knight lets go of the hammer. For ten seconds, the room is silent.

CRA-ACK!

The camera stutters and blurs and staggers. A hit, Jimmy realizes belatedly. A gunshot, he realizes even more so. But the boss doesn’t go down, and Mark didn’t mention a gunshot wound. His armor took it. She must have struck him in the shoulders, where he’s got thick plating.

(Riley thinks he’s got an injury there, Jimmy remembers abstractedly. Says it’s like the creepy white mask. Never again.)

Whatever the reasoning, it just saved his life. While he does stumble, he keeps his feet and a second later he’s turning around even as the Joker cackles.

“Good shot, Harley!” he calls, voice mocking. “Why–”

Jimmy doesn’t know what happens, really. Just that now Joker’s pustule-covered face is filling the camera and the Knight’s screaming at him.

“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”

Joker doesn’t shut up. He just laughs and laughs and laughs, even when the boss shoves him backwards and there’s a horrifying squelch. The camera doesn’t look down, but blood bubbles up over the lips, black and nasty, and in the background, Quinn’s screaming.

“Shut up!”

Joker’s still laughing, still choking on the black blood, and the camera shakes and shudders as the boss flails around him for–anything, Jimmy guesses, anything to make it stop. He finally grabs a rusty screwdriver that’s lying on a pile of palettes.

BLAM!

Another gunshot. This one misses, and before Quinn can try again, the Knight’s lunged back towards the Joker, gripping the big flathead like a knife.

“Shut up!”

Jimmy watches the screwdriver pierce one of the bulbous, yellow eyes almost like it’s in slow motion. The eye divots and bulges at the sides for half a second before it…pops, fluids going everywhere as the screwdriver goes deep, deep into the thing’s brain, and–

And it stops. The laughter stops.

Quinn’s screams don’t. There’s a nasty crunching noise and then the Knight’s on the ground with her straddling him. Her makeup’s ruined, running off in a mixture of greasepaint and snot and tears.

“You bastard!” she’s screaming. “You bastard! You motherfucking bastard!”

The snot and tears mix with blood when the Knight elbows her in the face, breaking her nose. She reels but recoups, like one of those punching-bag clowns, but before she can retaliate, he’s rolled and kicked her off.

She takes it well, Jimmy has to admit. Bounces back up and meets the boss with a high kick to the face that sends him spinning. She doesn’t get the chance to follow it up, though. The Knight snatches his fallen pipe and dodges her next attack, gets behind her, and clubs her over the head. Quinn staggers and cries out.

“You–hurk!”

Whatever she was going to say is choked off by the pipe pulling against her throat. She struggles, chin banging against it until she can’t move her head, and even after she keeps gagging and gulping and squirming. But that too, stops, and eventually the boss lets her body fall in a heap at his feet.

The camera stays looking down at it for a minute. Jimmy can hear the Knight’s labored breathing. Then he looks up and says, voice hoarse, “Who’s next?”

Jimmy clicks out and slumps back in his chair. Christ. Jesus Christ.

He’ll have to follow up on his niggling bad feeling, but. In a minute. Dear God, in a minute.

He forgets, sometimes, just how very lethal the Knight can be. The recruits don’t–they’re scared of him–but Jimmy’s seen him smack into a door frame before. The cool is gone, after that. It’s been a long time, now that he thinks about it, since he’s seen him really out to kill. He holds back–a lot–in training. 

Jesus Christ.

Jimmy takes a breath, drains the last of his green drink, and figures his first order of business is to rewind a bit, see if the EMT made it out or what. The boss’ll ask, probably, and Jimmy would rather not make him wait for an answer. So he straightens up, plunks his empty cup down with a thock, and winds the footage back to the beginning of the end.

But this time, he keeps the volume off.

THE END

*It is. Jason can and will make verbal notes if he needs them, but because he knows Jimmy can, at any time, poke around, he doesn’t have that running automatically.

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Crackship writing exercise from the discord today. An Edward & Diesel 10 (or pre-slash Edward/Diesel 10) fic for @ikoarts and @shikariiin !!

When Diesel 10 first arrived on the railway, the experience was about what he'd expected. The whispers had begun following him like gnats, buzzing about Pinchy, his size, his paintwork, and, of course, his resting bitch face. The steam engines especially looked at him like he was some particularly disgusting bug that had crawled onto their line, their gazes judgemental even as their fear prevented them from being loud about it.

Diesel 10 had expected a warmer reception from the diesels, but oddly enough, they appeared to be a mixed bag. Some of them seemed friendly, but several of them seemed to genuinely fear his presence. Others simply avoided him, as if not wanting to associate. It was something of a lonely first day, to be sure, but Diesel 10 didn't care. He wasn't here to make friends. He never had been. He was here to do jobs nobody else could do, and if they didn't want to be around him, so be--

His train of thought was derailed by a friendly "peep peep" coming in his direction--the whistle of a steam engine. Surprised, Diesel 10 looked up to see what looked like an honest-to-awfulness K2 making their way towards him, a smile on their face.

"What do you want?" Diesel 10 growled, brandishing Pinchy threateningly. He didn't believe in the kindness of that smile for a second; if this engine was here to pick a fight, that was fine by him. Maybe it would help him get rid of some stress.

"Hello!" the other engine greeted warmly, once again catching Diesel 10 completely by surprise. "That's a rather remarkable claw you have there. My name is Edward, and I'm here to formally welcome you to Sodor. Might I know your name?"

Diesel 10 blinked, utterly at a loss. This way-outdated steam engine didn't seem intimidated by Pinchy; if anything, he looked rather impressed. And his expression didn't hold any of the judgement that the others had, diesel or otherwise--as far as Diesel 10 could tell, he was just trying to give a genuine greeting. The diesel was so dumbfounded by this whole exchange that instead of a retort like "piss off" or anything else he'd felt like saying to all those judgey steam engines, he instead found himself replying with: "Uh, the name's Diesel 10. And my claw here is Pinchy."

"Diesel 10 and Pinchy, is it?" There was a beat of silence, and the diesel wanted to brace himself for the inevitable teasing, but there was none to be had. Edward's grin seemed to shine even brighter, somehow. "Wonderful! Thank you very much. Oh, and I'm so sorry for the way that the others treated you on your way in. I'll have a talk with them later. But for now, please accept my sincere apologies."

At this point, Diesel 10's estimation of reality felt like it had been tilted sideways. A steamie? Actually apologizing to him? And not just in a lip-service kind of way either; the diesel could tell that Edward was being quite genuine. Once again, having lost all of his bluster, he managed to stammer out: "Oh, uh, it's fine. I'm used to this kind of thing."

Edward's expression suddenly turned stern. How strange it was to see another get angry on his behalf instead of at him. "Well, you shouldn't have to put up with it here on Sodor. Please let me know if anyone's bothering you."

Then, just as quickly as his ire had clouded his face, it vanished, leaving behind only that sunny smile. "I'll come visit you again soon, Diesel 10. You seem like a good sort, and I look forward to working with you!" With that, Edward pulled away, giving another "peep peep!" of his whistle in farewell as he left. Diesel 10 couldn't help but let out an answering honk of his horn.

Only once the steam engine was out of sight did Diesel 10 feel like he could finally think straight. Over and over again, his conversation with Edward seemed to loop around in his head, always lingering on that gorgeous smile.

"Oh, Pinchy," the towering diesel whispered. "Now I'm really not sure what to do."

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Heal My Wounds

Will you..? (part 25)

Rhea Ripley x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

Your drinks arrive and you just can't wait any longer. "Rhea please, you know how unpatient I am" you whine.

"Ah ah, not so fast sweetheart" she teases you even more. "After we've eaten okay?" "Fine.." you grumble.

You're kinda mad because you don't like waiting but you still smile at her. God I love her so much. How can somebody be this perfect?!

"Hey love, wanna share this? It seems like they're serving pretty big portions here" Rhea says. "Yeah of course" you smile. "What about you guys?" you add.

"I think I'll go for number 56" Dominik answers "and I'll take.. This! Whatever it is but it sounds interesting" Finn states. Damian chuckles and waves for a waiter to come over.

You all order and then talk a little until your food arrives. "Yep, you were totally right with big portions" you mock Rhea, cause they were actually pretty normal sized and you needed to order another one so you both could get fed.

"Mh, this actually tastes really good. Anyone know what it is?" Finn asks you all. "Let me try" Dom says excitedly. "sure here, take this" Finn answers and you all laugh as Dom does his little happy claps.

You continue your dinner and chat and laugh throughout the entire time. That is, until Dom decides he can't hold back any longer.

"Rheaaa, when are you finally going to do iiit" he whispers to her, except the whole table could hear it. "Dom Dom!" she scolds him and shoots you a kinda angry and also apologetic look as you chuckle.

"Sorry.." Dominik mutters, although he doesn't give up just yet. "But-" "No!" Damian and Finn say simultaneously. Rhea laughs at Dom who pouts now.

"You know, I'm kinda on Dom's side, I think we waited long enough" you look at Rhea with a warm smile. "I know I- I'm just not quite ready yet.." she says and blushes slightly.

You chuckle a little "it's okay, take your time. Wanna get some dessert?" "Oh oh, yes, I want ice cream!" "Dom stop acting like a little child!" Damian laughs.

You wave a waiter over and order an ice cream for Dominik and a "family surprise" for the rest of you. "I wonder what they'll bring us. I hope it's got something to do with chocolate" Finn says.

Rhea leans over to you and whispers "can you let me out real quick? I need to go to the restroom" "yeah sure, is everything alright?" "ye, ye don't worry" she smiles reassuringly.

You get up and take a step away to make room for your girlfriend to get out of the corner. You sit back down without noticing that Rhea isn't even walking in the direction of the actual bathrooms.

You look around a bit as the boys were chatting about whether you were supposed to eat Nutella with or without butter.

You spot a camera team outside the window. Probably because the whole Judgement Day was there and they finally got to see you and Rhea together somewhere else than on the parking lot from the arena.

The restaurant also got pretty full. Lots of people were there, chatting and eating and glancing over at you every now and then.

"Hey guys" you try to get the boys attention "why is this man standing there with a mic?" "I don't know, let's see" Damian smirks. It's a little awkward but you still have no idea.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if I could please get your attention" the man with the microphone says. "I'm the owner of this place and today is a very special day!"

You see the camera team walking in, trying to get the best shots and catching everything that's being said.

"Please turn your attention to Demi Bennett, better known as Rhea Ripley!" the restaurant owner says and Rhea steps out from behind the corner. "Thank you" she leans over to the man and speaks in his mic.

She walks over to you and you just look at her confused. She smiles from ear to ear and gets down on one knee. "Y/n L/n. I've only known you for about three to four months, although you knew me for a lot longer." she says.

Slowly but surely you knew where this was going and why all the people and the media were here.

"I know, your past experiences with relationships were quite.. Njeah let's say difficult. But I want to change that and I think we've already made a great start. I can't imagine my life anymore without you in it, so.. Y/n, will you marry me?" she asks and pulls out a beautiful, really expensive looking wedding ring.

You're too overwhelmed to think" I- yes! Yes of course I wanna marry you!" you shout and jump up to hug her. Rhea laughes and let's out a sigh of relief. Everyone's applauding and congratulating you.

You both smile at each other and kiss, resulting in even more applause and cheers from the croud." I love you so much, I can't even find the right words to describe it" you smile at your now fiancee. "I love you too, more than anything in the world!" she answers and pulls you in for another kiss.

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Part 25 and finally you get the surprise you've all been waiting for, hope you enjoyed it ;)

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❥ the magician: transformation, beginnings, good omen; first meeting, meet/cute, meet/ugly, artist and model

❥ the high priestess: magic, dreams, knowledge; dream sharing, fortune telling, magic au

❥ the empress: passion, nurturing, fertility; motherhood, pregnancy, children with your f/os

❥ the emperor: authority, discipline, stubbornness; royalty au, power play, enemies to lovers

❥ the hierophant: community, learning, rituals; domestic life, university au, family traditions, religious observances (e.g. christmas, pouring sake for ancestors, tying the mangalasutra)

❥ the lovers: love, harmony, mutual attraction; soulmate au, confessions, mutual pining, first kiss

❥ the chariot: travel, action, ambition airport meeting, work-related au, summer/vacation fling, ceo au

❥ strength: courage, overcoming obstacles, urges; arguments, forced proximity, conflict resolution, proposal

❥ the hermit: solitude, withdrawal, introspection; hurt/comfort, unrequited pining, awkward flirting

❥ wheel of fortune: optimism, success, luck; chance/fated meeting, koi no yokan (knowing you will fall in love with someone), matchmaking

❥ justice: karma, honesty, decisions; returning a favor, relationship talk (e.g. talking about moving in together), mistaken identity

❥ the hanged man: suspension, potential, indecision; trust issues, infidelity, caught between two f /os, asked out as a bet/dare

❥ death: destruction, change, new beginnings; lost love, break up to make up, exes, grief and mourning

❥ temperance: communication, healing, moderation; comfort, wound-tending, drunken confessions

❥ the devil: desire, lust, temptation; incest, any smut (see list of kinks below), omegaverse, supernatural elements

❥ the tower: drama, catastrophe, pride; hate sex, best friend's sibling, miscommuniation, yandere

❥ the star: renewal, hope, rest; easy love, at peace, coming home, first love

❥ the moon: emotion, fantasy, confusion; friends with benefits, late night/pillow talk, fantasy au, defining the relationship

❥ the sun: joy, friendship, prosperity; friends to lovers, fluff, love realization, praise kink

❥ judgement: awakening, resurrection, absolution; fake relationship, second chances, arranged marriage

❥ the world: fulfillment, experience, completion; marriage, growing old, aftercare

if you'd like, you can add or request a kink from this list: oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, body worship. 69, vanilla and sweet, omegaverse, size kink, lingerie, aphrodisiac, threesome, dirty talk, cockwarming, yandere, overstimulation, aftercare, face sitting, fingering, praise kink

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you can add dealer's choice at any point and we'll decide for you <3

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we reserve the right to deny any req we're not comfy w, we don't think this will happen but just in case!!

[abbysbasement]

LIFE WITH TINY/CHIBI ABBY

was thinking about that Abby sackboy from yesterday, and felt like having a little Abby of my own was a life need. insp a little bit by those early 2010s fanfiction of ‘owner manuals’ for chibi characters! enjoy your own adorable tiny abby. sfw/fluff

🥺 I truly cannot decide if she’s plushie sized or super tiny, hamster-sized BUT SHES LITTLE.

- at first glance, the idea of having your own tiny abby feels like having a house pet, right? but in reality, she’s a very intelligent, sensitive little creature, and it’s a job in its own keeping her happy, healthy, and alive.

- a bit of a crybaby, and if she feels rejected, will go off into a corner and sulk. will not talk to you about it. if you ask her if she’s crying, no, she never cries! (with tears pooling, obviously.)

- please don’t lift the poor thing up by her braid, it gets her dizzy and upsets her. hold her gently in two palms, or scooped into one of your arms! abby will typically nestle up into any loose clothing you have, and it isn’t uncommon to feel a strange heaviness on the back of your neck and find her sleeping in your hood!

- hyperactive and easy for her to disappear on you, only to find her tearing up your towel rack, or spinning around while riding a Roomba. Try setting up an endurance course for her to do if you enjoy peace and quiet, because she can and will turn your house inside out if you let her.

- abby’s favourite passtime is reading and loves to curl up on your chest while you read a book to her, especially if she gets to pick out the book. she loves fantasy books, not so much nonfiction, and if a book is too scary, it’ll give her bad nightmares. it’s common that if your tiny abby won’t fall asleep, the best practice is to read to her until she dozes off. sometimes, this might backfire, and you’ll end up being asked for ‘one more chapter’ until the night ends.

- refuses to sleep in or let you sleep in. rises early in the morning way before the rooster crows, and will nudge your head over and over until you wake up. if that doesn’t work, be prepared to get jumped on until you’re ready for your day, she needs to pick off your breakfast, remember?

- a heavy eater, and even if you make her her own meals, she’ll usually end up picking off of yours anyways. truly eats much more than you’d imagine such a compact frame to hold, and if you let her, will eat eggs until she gets sick. loves treats, and will sit quietly if you leave her sitting next to a plate of strawberries or sweet apple slices. if she ever gets a hold of caffeine, good luck.

- practically has no concept of danger; everything is a fun adventure to her no matter how much you try to keep her out of harms way. you might have to baby proof your entire house, because no matter how many times you tell her not to do something, a tiny abby is a miniature juggernaut, and a little shit who will get into anything any everything. known to become uneasy and disoriented at extreme heights, so it’s best to keep valuables on a high table or shelf.

- as an extension to her occasionally self-serving nature, tiny abby is prone to attitudes and throws a fit when she’s told no. you’d have her sitting on your desk while surfing the web or working, and she’d get so frustrated after being told that you weren’t ready to log off that she’d try to somehow find her way down herself. Next thing you know, against both of your better judgements, she’s swan diving off of your desk, leaving you to catch her moments before she collided with the hard floor. Somehow this causes you to dote and baby her more, so mission failed successfully?

- even though she’s comparatively so small, abby is bigger and stronger than most where she’s from, so she has a strong urge to be useful, even when she’s completely out of her little depth. will pick up and put down random items to show off to you, and will get disheartened if you don’t look and cheer EVERY time. yes, even if she’s picked up your wallet 6 times today. typically, this takes the form of helping you out with all of your chores in any way she can: holding out your ingredients for you when you cook, or adding the detergent pods to the wash when you do laundry (even though she accidentally fell in once while putting them, oops!) when she’s mad though? expect her to take out her frustration by throwing all of your shit on the floor, pushing your cup of tea off of your desk like a cat, or hiding all of your stuff in spots only she can get to. unfortunately, she’s too cute to be mad at for long, even when she feels all too satisfied with her mischief.

- definitely uses it to her advantage. needs attention, and will have a fit if she isn’t constantly by your side, or if you leave the house for too long, as she gets really lonely. fortunately, there are always new friends for your tiny Abby to make, and she places well with a Tiny Manny or Tiny Lev and Yara. if you value your mental health, personal belongings and inner peace, do NOT place her with a Tiny Ellie, as they are not compatible and *will* raise hell and cause catastrophe.

- is very enamored by the concept of glass, and got knocked out for a couple of minutes by running full speed into a door once. put her in front of a mirror, and she’ll be entertained for hours wondering how you got two of her, how there’s even more than one of her to begin with.

- it’s recommended to sleep abby in her own area, such as a little bed, or a pillow with a tiny sheet or blanket, but sometimes, if she truly trusts and love you, your tiny abby will come and sleep with you on her own accord. just be careful not to roll over her!

[howdoyoudothedew]

Rated: G

Pairing: pre-slash James/Peter

Word Count: ~700

A/N: AU where they meet differently and also Tink (and all fairies) is a cat

"Oh. You have a cat." James looks down nervously at the blonde tabby currently rubbing herself against Peter’s legs and purring. Peter smiles, picking her up.

"Yeah! Are you allergic?" He asks, tilting his head at the older man.

"No." James shifts, staring at Tinkerbell like she might launch herself at him. Honestly, she might. Tink's always had a bit of a temper, above any other cat Peter’s met. "They just... don't tend to like me."

"That's okay. She won't hurt you." Peter smiles sunnily, and it's against his better judgement, but James trusts the smile enough to inch closer. Peter's smile widens and he lifts the cat closer to him. "Her name's Tinkerbell."

"Hello, Miss Tin-" James cuts off, the cat reaching out with a hiss as Peter steps closer and clawing him across the cheek and nose. James backpedals in the shock of pain, hand going to the claw marks. The skin is wet under his fingers. To his annoyance, Peter laughs at his cat's actions, dropping her as the force of his humour bows him over, hands moving instead to clasp his knees in an attempt to keep his balance. Tinkerbell takes a swipe at his leg as she passes, thankfully failing to get past the material of his pants, her nose in the air as she walks further into the house with her tail swishing.

"You lied to me." James says.

"Maybe," Peter smiles up at him, grin toothy with laughter. James feels his own mouth twitch betrayingly upward.

"May I perhaps have a bandaid?" James asks, pulling out a handkerchief to dab at the blood.

"For something so small?" Peter’s smile plays at his attempt of a pout, eyelashes batting innocently.

"If you can spare one from your vast collection," James says. Peter rolls his eyes.

"They're in the bathroom, come on." Peter leads him further into the apartment and James takes a seat on the toilet when Peter directs him to. The boy pulls out what truly only can be considered a collection. It's a spiral bound folder, like one might use for displaying cds or stickers or even for scrapbooking. There are pages and pages of bandaids of all different sizes and designs within little pouches. Peter removes two bandages, one with gold coins on a red background and the other with a little tricorn hat with a skull and crossbones flag next to it. James snorts.

"Pirate ones?" James asks.

"Only the best for my favourite inspiration and cover artist," Peter says haughtily, messing with the sink and a rag, and James looks away to hide the pleased flush of his face at Peter's words. They're joking, anyway.

"I thought your brothers were your favourite inspiration," James says. He glances back at Peter just in time to see his nose scrunch up in thought.

"True," Peter says. He wrings out the cloth. "Guess you're just my favourite cover artist, then."

"I thought I was your only cover artist," James says, because apparently he can not keep his foot out of his mouth today.

"Maybe," Peter says mysteriously. James looks at him when Peter takes gentle hold of his chin to wipe at the cat scratch and for the life of him, James can't tell whether or not Peter truly has someone else making covers for his books. He hopes not. It'd make him awfully jealous.

"It's a shame," Peter says with a hum.

"What is?" James asks.

Peter turns his face this way and that, tilting it so the bathroom's fluorescents shine more fully on his skin. "I don't think it'll scar."

"A tragedy," James agrees seriously.

"Probably for the best, though. This way you'll only have the scar I gave you." Peter says, words nearly dark, as he puts the first bandaid on, the tricorn hat across the bridge of James' nose. James nearly touches the scar Peter gave him a year ago, stark across the expanse of his ribs. It'd been an accident, gotten while Peter was acting something out with a blade too sharp to be moving it like he'd been. But Peter held all the marks of a swordsman and James was too caught up in watching to say anything. The look on Peter's face when the doctor said it'd scar was proud.

"I guess it is for the best, then," James agrees, quieter. Peter slaps the second bandaid to his cheek. Literally. James hisses through his teeth at the sting.