#WHO MADE UOU THINK THIS WAY

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[bartxnhood]

cowboy casanova | t.o

tyler owens x fem!reader

based on this request: “Omg, how about Tyler Owens comforting reader on their first storm chase, maybe she’s really nervous or scared and he’s like don’t worry I ain’t gonna let anything happen to you… something like that???”

warnings: depictions of a tornado, reader has a panic attack. severe damage to homes and buildings.

w/c: 1.7k

a/n: thank you for the request! i added a touch of a backstory to help the plot go forward. i hope that’s okay!! i’m also currently in the theater about to watch it again (i saw it last night lol) enjoy <3

requests open

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you see a man standing in a wide-open field, as the sky above you darkened to a menacing shade of gray. the once-gentle breeze turns into a fierce, howling wind, and you feel a sense of unease settle in the pit of your stomach.

you were assigned to follow him and his crew around while they chased these monstrous tornadoes then went in and dissolved the threat. you worked for a huge journaling company from the north, but you grew up in arkansas and became familiar with these devastating weather patterns.

now, you were in oklahoma where you’d be joining this storm chaser during a week-long chase.

“you ready to chase some storms?” his back was still towards you, and his southern drawl was familiar.

as the man in the maroon shirt and white cowboy hat, spun on his heels to face you, you were taken aback.

tyler owens.

“y/n?”

his blood ran cold, not expecting to see you after all of these years. you laughed in disbelief, “this is crazy..” you shook your head and crossed your arms, shifting your weight to one leg.

“you’re the journalist?”

you and tyler go way back. the two of you were in school together, majoring in meteorology.he started chasing these storms, becoming famous on campus.

but, it all came to a head one day when you got trapped and lost your best friend. that’s when you dropped meteorology and took up journalism. you documented the destruction, the path, how they moved, etc.

and now, you were writing about who was called the tornado wrangler. you should’ve done your research but you didn’t want the assignment.

but, he had become so popular with his crew. they’d go inside the twisters and release a mixture to help dissolve the storm. and it worked.

“you’re the wrangler?” you ask, and tyler laughs. that signature laugh that always made you want to punch him in his pretty little face.

tyler turns around and rests his hands on his hips. “what do you see?”

the wind picks up even further, swirling around you in a dizzying dance, pulling at your clothes and hair. you sigh, taking a few steps closer till you are standing next to him.

“there” you point to the east, the air was thick with an unsettling hum as a dark mass loomed on the horizon. the skies darkened further, and a chilling gust of wind whipped up debris and sent trees bending at unnatural angles.

"another one" he murmured, eyes locked on the clouds as his adrenaline spiked and his lips pulled into a smile that he couldn't help but wear every time a storm was brewing.

glancing over at you he tried to hide the excitement in his chest that he felt when one appeared, but tyler knew hiding your feelings from another storm chaser was like trying to hide a tornado in an open field.

"how much do you wanna bet it'll touch down two miles east of our position" he teased, eyes scanning the clouds for clues.

“mm” you shake your head, even though you hadn’t done it in years you still had it. “three.” you continue, then point to the wind and how it carries against the wheat field.

“look at the way the wind is carrying. it’ll go east and hit north. perfect conditions,” you add crossing your arms

“i think you have yourself a ef5.”

uou had it. the intuition to tell where a storm was going to go by only looking at the clouds, the way the winds were blowing, and the speed at which the storm moved.

tyler had a similar gift, every storm chaser had it, but he had never met someone who could predict the size of a storm, which was a rarity he had never seen before.

“ah EF5, huh? i’ll hold you to that. If you’re wrong, you’re buying me a beer.”

tyler owens would be the death of you.

“i’m not buying you anything, owens.”

you load up into his truck, snapping pictures of forming a storm. he was flooring the red truck in a wheat field right towards the storm so he could get ahead of it.

“ya miss it?” he yells, over the thunder. occasionally turning his head to look at you. you say nothing, continuing to snap pictures.

“sometimes.” you blurt, not looking back at him. “i just don’t miss the destruction” you continue, rolling up the window and reviewing the photos.

“you were good,” he says, one hand on the steering wheel and eyes still taking glances at you. “mm” you just hum in response, not wanting to talk about your storm chasing days.

suddenly, a funnel begins to descend from the clouds, growing larger and more ominous by the second. the air around you crackles with anticipation, and you realize that you are witnessing the terrifying formation of a tornado. an EF5.

this was the second time you had ever seen an EF5 form in front of you, this was frightening.

you held onto your camera tightly as tyler drove right towards the black abyss. “shit..” you mumble quietly.

as the rain beat down on the windshield, the engine's roar could hardly be heard above the gathering storm.

tyler's truck sped through the wide-open fields, creating a trail of dirt and dust in their wake. with his eyes locked on the approaching storm, he clinched his teeth and gripped the steering wheel firmly like a man about to die.

he had chased tornadoes before, but never an EF5. the adrenaline in his veins was making his heart race and his senses heighten as he pushed the truck to drive faster, the roar of the wind and thunder in their ears.

“what a beauty” he muttered, admiring the sheer force and size of the storm in front of them.

as your heart pounded furiously in your chest, you felt a sudden tightening of the breath in your lungs.

your mind raced with panicked thoughts, each one more terrifying than the last. you fought to stay calm, but the fear was overwhelming, like a living entity trying to consume you whole.

sweat beaded on your forehead, and your hands trembled as you held the camera. the world around them seemed to blur and spin out of control, like the tornado in front of them.

"tyler, we should go back," you yelled. tyler smiled, eyes fixed on the whirling green giant in front of him.

he yells, "not a chance, l/n. look at it!" as he maneuvers through the difficult terrain. “we can’t give up now!”

“stop!” you proceeded to yell, flashes of that night you lost your best friend. the way the sky looked, how it sounded, the rain on your skin, how cold you were. it was all flashing in front of you, experiencing the whole thing again.

tears brim your eyes, your body shaking like a leaf. “please! just stop!” you yell over the growl of the thunder clapping.

tyler’s heart sank to his stomach as he heard the raw emotion in your voice. he had teased you and challenged uou, but now it was clear that this was not just another storm for you.

it was a personal struggle that was tearing you apart and he had triggered it with his arrogance.

without a word, he stomped on the brakes and brought the truck to a screeching halt, his own heart racing against his ribs.

"y/n, look at me," he said, voice suddenly hoarse and quiet.

you’re gasping for air, pulling at the collar of your crewneck. the cab of the truck felt like it was closing in on you, you unbuckled the seat belt and tried to unlock the door. “i can’t do this” your bottom lip begins to quiver. “i have to..i gotta get out of here.”

you can’t even bring yourself to look at him. your mind is fogged with the traumatic experience of the last time you were caught in the eye of a storm like this.

tyler’s heart dropped as he saw you struggling, your gasping breaths and trembling body. he reached over to her, gently grabbing your wrist, preventing you from opening the door of the truck.

“hey, hey, whoa. look at me, look at me, please.” he pleaded, his voice firm but surprisingly gentle.

he reached out and took your chin, gently turning your head to face him. his eyes searched yours for a moment before narrowing in concern.

“y/n, listen to me. you need to breathe, sweetheart.”

your breathless, unable to think straight until your eyes meet his sea green orbs. you take in a deep breath and mirror tyler’s breathing.

inhale, exhale.

you repeated this until you eventually calmed down.

your hands continue to tremble as you speak, “tyler, i cannot do this. i just can’t.” hour southern drawl escaping. “it’s too much”

tyler watched as your rapid breathing slowly began to match his own, your hand gripping his tightly. his heart ached as he saw the fear and the anguish in your eyes, and knew that this was not just a simple fear of storms.

it was a trauma, something deeply personal, that had left a permanent mark on your soul.

he gently raised his other hand to your face, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb, trying to soothe you. “i know, i know” he whispered, his own tone gentle and soft.

“ain’t nothin gonna happen to you, kay? i won’t let it.” he assures your worries, wiping away the stray tear that escaped your eyes then tucked some hair behind your ear.

“i’ve got you.” he continues. you watch as his attention goes from you to the tornado in front of you. “if you want me to take you back i need to know, now” he says, looking back at you.

you sniffle, following his gaze to the twister.

if he could stop something like this it would be a huge achievement to the community. no more damage, no more homelessness. it would all be fixed.

“no..” you begin, and find your eyes back on him. “i’ll be fine.”

tyler nods, putting the truck into drive. one hand on the steering wheel and the other reaching for yours, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “you’ll be fine, city girl.”

you choke out a laugh, and shake your head.

“then, let’s chase this beaut!” he yips and slams his foot on the gas and takes off towards the monster of a tower.

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For an obey me req- kissing under the mistletoe? Would the brothers even know about it? Would mc have to explain ehat it is? Would mc pull smth to get them under the mistletoe or maybe the other way around? Uou can choose whatever you're comfortablew scenario or hcs, characters too(but I would love it if you could include dia and mammon maybe🙏🙏) and everything else (I know this is terribly vague- I just want some nice holiday fluff tbh💀)

SUMMARY: MC has learned a new trick they can use to make a sprig of mistletoe appear over their heads. And that's what they try to do to the boys they'd like to kiss.

COMMENTS: Considering what's going on, I'd like some fluff too. ❤️ Maybe it was the uncertainty surrounding Obey Me that made it a little more difficult for me to feel motivated to write this, but I really wanted to do it.

I hope you and all enjoy it 🎁

CHARACTERS: Demon Brothers + Dateables = Lucifer; Mammon; Leviathan; Satan; Asmodeus; Beelzebub; Belphegor; Diavolo; Barbatos; Luke (platonic and cute); Simeon; Solomon.

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

WORD COUNT: An average of 280 words per character.

CONTEXT: You learned a spell to make something small appear and levitate wherever you wanted. Needless to say, you immediately thought of approaching someone and having a sprig of mistletoe appear above the two of you for a kiss.

Lucifer was in his office doing some paperwork as usual. You walk down the stairs and stop in front of him, on the other side of the desk. He looks at you and sees a sly smile.

“And what are you up to?” He asks with a smirk.

“I learned a new trick.” You say and snap your fingers.

A tea cup appears levitating, you pick it and place it on the desk, offering it to Lucifer. He looks at the tea, then at you and smiles charmingly.

“A spell to summon small objects?” He chuckles and smell the tea. “That's what you usually do for me. Did you really make the tea and come all the way here just to give it to me using that new trick of yours? Ha ha. Fine, I'll take a break. As long as you keep me company.”

He drinks the tea, says it was very good and thanks you. You say there's just one more thing left to do and he raises an eyebrow at you, curious.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears above the two of you. He drags the chair and stands up.

“You mean your reward for the nice break you gave me?” He smiles seductively “So, was this all because you wanted a kiss from me?” He says as he slowly walks around the desk. He comes very close to you and tilts your head with his fingers on your chin. “If you were needy, you could have said so.”

He brings his lips close to yours, but doesn't kiss you. He wants to see you look like you want him. And only when you look at him sulkily does he kiss you deeply.

“Well... I've already gotten a lot of work done, I can extend my break..” He grabs you by the waist, sits you on the desk and continues kissing you...

Mammon had sent you a message asking you to come to his room because he had an idea for some new scheme.

His new idea was to imitate a brand that had just started selling those big calendars with photos, the problem is that he was thinking of making those calendars with sexy photos... of him. He wanted your help because he didn't want to pay a photographer and would rather you photograph him.

You don't like the idea, but instead of simply showing jealousy, you decide to pay him back in kind. You tell him that you recently learned a trick where you can make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your head. You suggest trying this trick on people who look like they would pay to have you kiss them. Knowing full well that his answer would be...

“ABSOLUTELY NOT! Your lips are mine and mine alone!” He blushes when he realizes what he said and how he said it. “Don't ever suggest that again! Even as a joke!”

You come back to the idea of his calendar.

“So, you want the Great Mammon just for you too.” He smiles. “Fine. I'll come up with another idea. But no mistletoe or kisses, you hear?”

“Not even with you?” You ask and make mistletoe appear over your heads.

“No mistletoe or kisses for anyone but me!”

You hug him and he attacks your lips with a burning passion, ignited by your teasing. And if you let him, he'll pick you up and continue your make-out session in his bed.

Levi invited you to watch a new Ruri-chan Christmas special with him in his room.

Parallel to the main story of Ruri-chan saving Christmas, the friend who has a crush on her had told her about the kiss under the mistletoe and was trying to get a kiss from her but kept failing because she was very absent-minded. You hear Levi feel sorry for the friend throughout the story.

“Ahh! It's so frustrating to see his effort, while at the same time not wanting to pressure her, be in vain because he's so distracted.”

“Tell me about it...” You mutter to yourself.

“What? Sorry, I couldn't hear you well.”

“I was just agreeing with you.”

In the end, when the friend was about to give up, Ruri-chan finally notices a mistletoe above them and gives her friend a kiss on the cheek. Levi celebrates, despite admitting that it was predictable that the story would end like that.

You ask if that didn't make him want to go through the same experience and kiss someone under the mistletoe. He blushes.

“W-well... y-y-yes... but I would only do it with you!”

“Then go ahead.” You point up and Levi sees a sprig of mistletoe levitating above your heads. His blush deepens.

“HEY! T-that's not fair! I wasn't prepared! And you planned this!”

“If you don't want to...”

“NO! I mean, I do! I mean...” He takes a deep breath. “Why do you always do this when you catch me off guard?”

He comes closer and gives you a sweet, affectionate kiss. That extends into a loving hug. And if you let him, he'll keep kissing you and cuddle with you in the pillows and blankets you laid out on the floor to watch the christmas special.

Satan was in his room, reading. You knock on the door and he tells you to come in. He smiled the second he saw you. You say you want to show him a new magic trick you learned.

“Really? I can't wait to see.”

You snap your fingers and a bookmark with a kitten's head drawn on it appears levitating.

“Ah, you learned how to easily make small objects appear.” He takes the bookmark and uses it to mark the page of the book he was reading and closes it. “It really comes in handy in situations like this. This is when I lose my pens.”

You snap your fingers again and a pen with a cat paw design appears.

“Ha ha. You decided to show me your new trick with little gifts?” He smiles. “I'm flattered. Or maybe you're just really in the Christmas spirit.”

Speaking of the Christmas spirit, you say that you wanted to use that trick one last time and that it was the real reason you went to see him. He smiles curiously and expectantly. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He blushes and laughs.

“How did I not think of this? Sometimes I forget how cunning you can be. This will be very useful for pranks. But for now...” He holds you by the waist and turns you around to make you lie in his arms. “I must fulfill a tradition.”

And he kisses you gently and softly, before slowly deepening the kiss.

Asmo invited you to his room to try out new makeup and beauty products he bought. You go and after having a spa session, he does your makeup so you can go with him to a party. For some reason, while Asmo was fiddling with your makeup, you wanted to play a little prank on him.

Whenever he turned to pick up a product, you used your new trick to make it appear in your hand and hide it. He thought it was strange that he couldn't find the eyeliner, but it could have fallen on the floor. He started to get suspicious when the same happened to a blush and saw the lipstick disappearing just in time. He looks at you and sees a little smile right on the corner of your lips.

“Hmm? Someone's being naughty~” He smiles “Ha ha ha. Are you the one making my things disappear?”

You admit it and he asks what you're doing. You tell him about the new trick you learned.

“Oh, yes, I remember seeing Solomon use that trick instead of getting up and getting things himself. It’s a very useful spell.” He continues to do your makeup and when he's done he just stares at you. “Your lips look so delicious with that gloss~.”

You snap your fingers and make a sprig of mistletoe appear over your heads. Asmo sees a new shadow on your face and looks up, then looks back at you with a smile and a look of desire.

“How sneaky. It's a shame to ruin your lip color so early, but a tradition is a tradition.” He starts by giving you a sweet kiss, but as always, he can't stop there and deepens the kiss.

You ended up not going to the party because you were having a private one in Asmo’s bedroom.

Beel was working out in his and Belphie’s room. Belphie was probably sleeping in the attic. You knock on the door and hear Beel telling you to come in. You walk in and see him lifting weights, he smiles the second he sees you.

“Hi (Y/N). Did something happen?” He asks. You say no, that you just wanted to show him something. “Oh, so you don't mind if I finish my workout, do you? I'm almost done.” He finishes the workout with the weights and look at you. “Hey, since you're here, can you help me?”

If you accept, he will ask you to sit on his back while he does push-ups. When he's done, he's all sweaty and you hand him a towel to dry off.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.” Hes smiles. “What did you want to show me?”

You say it was just a new trick you learned. You snap your fingers and a bottle of fresh water appears levitating in the air. You hand it to him.

“Oh, cool! And thanks! My bottle was getting empty already.” He drinks the entire bottle in almost one gulp. “And now I'm hungry. Do you want to come with me?”

You say you just want to do one more thing before that, snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears above your heads.

“Hm?” He looks at you apologetically. “Thanks, but I don't think you should eat mistletoe, I know it's poisonous.” But then he realizes. “Oh! Wait! Mistletoe?” He blushes a little and smiles a lot. “The kiss, ha ha. Sorry, I didn't remember.”

He kisses you like it's the most natural thing. But as soon as he pulls away, he licks his lips.

“I also forgot how good your kisses tasted... Can I kiss you more? I can eat later...” The more kisses he gives you, the hungrier they become.

Belphie was sleeping in the attic. You approach him to try to wake him up, but it seemed like he could sense your presence. He slightly opened one of his eyes to look at you and smile.

“Hi, (Y/N)~” He says in that lazy, sleepy voice of his. He stretches out one of his arms, opening them for a hug. “Did you come take a nap with me?”

You say you can join him, but after you show him something. He gets curious and you ask him to sit on the bed. He does and you sit next to him. You snap your fingers and a little cow plush appears levitating. He gives you that lazy laugh of his.

“How cute. Is it for me?"

You confirm and give him the little plush as a gift.

“Thanks. But you know, it seems lonely. Why don't you give it a friend?” He sees that you look a little confused. “Like, I don’t know, a little sheep maybe?” He smiles.

You snap your fingers again and a pink sheep plush appears. Belphie picks up the two stuffed animals and places them side by side on the bed.

“Cute. Now why don't we keep them company?”

But you say there's one more thing you wanted to show him. You snap your fingers one last time and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. I was actually thinking about doing the same to you eventually. But I'm glad it was you who did it.”

He leans in and kisses you lazily but lovingly. You feel his arms wrap around you and suddenly he pulls you so you can lie down on the bed with him.

Diavolo was in the Demon Lord's Castle, more precisely in an office dealing with some paperwork. Barbatos welcomed you, took you to Diavolo and then asked permission to go and leave the two of you alone.

Diavolo smiled the second he saw you and when Barbatos closed the door he sighed in relief.

“You are my salvation.” Diavolo tells you. “I've been dealing with bureaucracies for Christmas celebrations all day.”

“You should take a break then. Let me try to help with that.”

You snap your fingers and a cup of tea made by Barbatos appears levitating. You carefully pick up the teacup and place it on the desk. Diavolo gives you that loud laugh of his.

“Ha ha ha! Barbatos said he would make me tea. Did you use that trick to teleport the teacup here? I hope he doesn't take it the wrong way. Thank you. But I would like you to join me and there is only one cup of tea.”

A small portal appears near you and above the desk. You just see Barbatos' arms come out of it with a cup of tea and place it on the table. Then the same with a teapot and a sugar bowl before the portal closes. Diavolo laughs heartily again and invites you to have tea with him.

After tea, he doesn't hide his sadness at seeing the time for you to leave arrive. He thanks you for the visit but it is when you say that you haven't done what you came there to do yet. This brings the smile back to his face and piques his curiosity.

You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. Now not only does he have a huge smile, he's also blushing slightly.

“You truly are a box of surprises.”

He leans in, cups your face and kisses you sweetly and lovingly. The kind of kiss that already misses you.

“Do you really need to go?” He asks after the kiss and puts his arms around you. “I can take the rest of the day off for you.”

Barbatos was taking care of his duties in the Demon Lord's Castle, as usual. You go there and, as expected, he is the one who welcomes you.

“Good afternoon, (Y/N)” He smiles. “It's always a pleasure to have you. To what do we owe your visit today?”

You say you are there precisely to see him and to show him something.

“Truly? Well, I'm honored. And what would you like to show me?”

You don't want to waste too much of his time, so you decide to get straight to the point. You tell him it's nothing special, just a little trick you recently learned. You snap your fingers and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He chuckles.

“Simple spells can also be charming to watch, and you just proved it. But your choice of object and its position seem to be part of the real reason you came to show me this trick. Am I correct?”

You give him a guilty smile and he chuckles again.

“And you know that it will be my pleasure to carry out this tradition with you.” He leans in, gently holds your chin with his fingertips and kisses you gently and delicately.

Luke wanted to make Christmas sweets from all the three worlds and asked for your help to make sweets from the Human world.

You were helping him in the kitchen and decided to use your new spell to bring the ingredients and utensils to you, also as a way of training. Sometimes you get it right the first try, other times something close but different appears, like a kitchen roll instead of a wooden spoon, or pepper instead of salt.

When you got it right Luke would give you an encouraging smile of congratulations. When you got the wrong object or ingredient, you would both laughed together.

“It was close.” He will tell you with a cute smile. “Try again! I know you'll get it right this time.”

But one of those times, you were thinking about the possibility of using this trick to get a kiss from someone, so you ended up getting distracted while summoning the ingredient and a sprig of mistletoe appeared levitating above your heads instead.

Luke blushed immediately and laughed awkwardly. You give him a kiss on the cheek and he gets even more flustered.

“Hey, but I shouldn't be the only one getting a kiss.” He stands on tiptoe and kisses your cheek back. He's still blushing, but smiling.

Simeon was in his room in Purgatory Hall. You went to visit him and he paused writing a new book to give you the attention you deserved.

“You came all the way here just to show me a new trick you learned? He he. I'm flattered that you did all this just to share something with me.” He smiles sweetly. “Now I'm looking forward to seeing what it is.”

You say it's nothing that special, just a silly little spell.

“It's okay. I'll be happy to see anything you would like to show me.”

You snap your fingers and a quill pen appears levitating. Simeon was surprised. You pick up the quill pen and hand it to him.

“Oh, is this a gift for me?” He gives you a charming smile. “Thank you! The feather is beautiful. I'll test it out as soon as I get back to writing my book. ... No, no, of course you didn't interrupt me. I would stop anything I could be doing for you.”

You say you just wanted to show him one more thing with that trick. You snap your fingers again and a sprig of mistletoe appears levitating above your heads. He laughs and blushes slightly.

“You truly are generous in giving me two gifts: a new quill pen and a kiss from you. I am truly blessed to have you in my life.”

He comes close to you, places one hand on your lower back and the other caresses your face as he looks at you affectionately. His kiss is extremely sweet and loving.

Solomon was the one who taught you this spell and you were training with him in his room. He was enjoying watching you, regardless of whether your attempt went well or not.

The first few times you tried that trick you failed, and Solomon laughed, you just didn't know if it was with you or at you. After you started to perfect your technique he started to congratulate you and tell you that you are doing a great job. You started feeling mischievous, wanting to get revenge for his laughter at the beginning.

You snap your fingers and the glass of water that was on his desk appears above his head. The glass flips over, but he uses an impermeable charm at the last second as if it were the most casual and easy thing ever. He picked the glass to place it safely on the table again and got up from the couch, smiling.

“I sometimes forget how naughty you can be. Hmm? Upset that you couldn't pull the prank on me? Ha ha ha. Sorry, but seeing you pout is really cute. I couldn't resist.”

You turn your back to him pretending to be really upset. He gets closer to you and if you let him, he will hug you from behind.

“Aww, don't be mad at me.” He kisses your cheek. “You wouldn't want me to go too easy on you either, would you? It's so much better to see you actually surpassing me for real.”

You snap your fingers again, he looks up and sees a sprig of mistletoe hovering above your heads.

“Ha ha ha. See? You outsmarted me instead. I really have a great apprentice.”

He breaks the hug and you turn to him. After all that fun he couldn't contain himself and hugged you tightly again while kissing you passionately.

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You and Vi were inseparable. Ever since the moment you met her when Vander took her and her younger sister Pouder in, you instantly connected. She became your best friend, the person you could count on, the person who was there for you like no one was before, in your younger years. But things were different now, and after what happened that horrible night that haunted you for years, nothing felt worth fighting anymore. But still can't help it bu remenneceing all these joyful moments.

Flashback

"Vi look what I found!" You called for her, excitement filling your voice. Vi turned to look at you, taking off her gloves since she was busy practicing her punches. She smiled softly at how cute you looked when you were excited about something.

"What is it dove?" Your nickname a beautiful sound when she was the one saying it. You approached her and showed her what you had in your hands. It was a ring, with a gorgeously polished green stone on top of it, making it shine brightly when the light was hitting on it.

"Wow, well look at you. My treasure hunter." She pumped playfully her shoulder with yours and you blushed. She carefully took it in her ahnds to inspect it. "This could be very useful if we sell it." Sell it? No.

"Um, I was thinking about keeping it actually. It's not like rings like this one will start falling from the sky every now and then. It's unique."

Vi smirked at you and she chuckled.

" Yeah it's ok I guess. Just not as unique..." you furrowed your brows as she leaned closer to you. "As you." She pulled away, a proud smirk painted on her face as she watched yours turning red.

"I- oh shut up." You grimaced, pretending you didn't like that she was talking like his to you. But in reality, you absolutely loved it.

"Anyways, are you ready to go back? Vander siad not to wander around this late." She grabbed her bag and was about to give you thw ring back, but she stopped.

"What?" You asked curiously.

She took another look at the ring and then put it in her pocket.

"I'm keeping. You never know how useful is going to be in the future." That was all she said, before she took your han in hers gently and left the practice room.

...

You, Vi and the rest of your had thought about having small group meeting on the rooftop, since it was the only place that peaceful enough, even in a town like Zaun.

"And when the guy almost got me, I grabbed his arm, turned it around and then kneed him straight to his face!" Ekko was trting to illustrate the fight and it was so hilarious with how he was portraying the movements, that you couldn't help but laugh out loud. The rest joined you too and Ekko let out frustrated sigh.

"If you were you would've seen how cool it was." Ekko smirked and wrapped you arm his shoulder, giving him a small kiss on his head. Ekko was like a brother to you, and you felt so happy seeing him smiling like that after what he also wne through.

"I know, that's why you're coolset hero here in Zaun" You smiled.

"You really think that I'm cool?" His eyes lighting up with happiness.

"Of course I do!" He huuged tightly and then went to talk to Powder.

You hadn't noticed yet, but Vi was the only one who didn't utter a word all this time. She was too busy looking at you fondly, being completely gone by the way your smile you light up this dark and nasty world, and how caring you were for your small family.

"You ok?" You sat down next to her.

She smiled and gently took your hand in hers.

"Better than ever." She replied and let you rest your head on her shoulder.

...

Everything was blurry. The explosion had you made you fly literally out of the building, and you had survived because Vander had caught uou before you and Vi before you could get hurt. This wasn't supposed to got like this. When Vi had to told me and Powder to stay out of this mission, of course she did not take it well. She wnated to help just like I did, and since I was the only who could think reasonably enough, I had to convince Powder to stay in the bar with me.

But the plan had changed. She was determined to go help them and I needed go with her in case something bad happened. Which of course happened. That's why we now had lost Claggor, Mylo and Vander in one night.

"Vander? VANDER!" I cried hard as I tried to hug his giant unmoving body. "No no no no no" I mumbled to myself as I tried to shake him so he can wake up. There's no way he was dead.

"What the fuck were you thinking huh?" Vi's voice boomed through the rain.

Screamed in my face, while Powder was on her knees next to Vander as she was bawling her eyes out. Vi had slapped her, and I could do was watching in terror as I saw- for the first time - Vi becoming someone else. A stranger.

"I had to follow her Vi. It was dangerous to go out there alone and-"

"You could have prevented her from coming here and stay back in the bar I like I told you to do!" Vi was seething in anger. More tears were building in my eyes and I my knees felt weak at what had happened.

"I don't...I'm sorry Vi-"

"A sorry will NOT CHANGE A FUCKING THING!" Then Vi pushed me hard on the ground and time seemed to stop. I was scared. So scared. Then Vi's expression from anger to terror.

"I...Y/n..." She wanted to take her in her arms. Both Powder and Y/n. But she wasn't in the right state of mind and she was scared that she would hurt them more if she stayed here with them any longer. So she did what she had to do. Get away from them.

"No" Powder's voice shook "VI! No- DON'T LEAVE ME!" She yelled and cried on her knees.

You stood up and went next to Powder and cradled her in your arms. She cried in your chest as you watched Vi disappearing from your sight, leaving you all alone.

"Well what do we have here." His sickeningly disgusting voice said. You slowly turned your head and looked at this piece of shit of a man.

"You asshole" Your hold tightened around Powder, fearing that they would hurt her.

"Get them both gone. I don't need anyone from Vander's little family to roam my streets anymore." Once of Silco's groupies grabbed you harshly by your hair and you screamed loudly.

"It'll be so fun to skin you alive" He chuckled and took me away from Powder. She trief to reach for your hold as she screamed your name repeatedly, not handling the fact that she was going to lost you too. Not wanting ti leace her alone, you throwed a kick behind you and the man let out a scream as he crouched down from pain.

"Don't let ler leave!" Silco said and more man from his group went after you, while trying to shoot you. Not being able to do anything more, you made a promise to yourself that you would find a way to save Powder and you took off. As you ran, you could swear that even though the loud noise of the rain, you thought you still heard Vi calling your name.

Few years later

Your life changed drastically after these events. You were lucky enough that Ekko found you though and you joined the firelights. Without them you wouldn't have survived in the cruel world that Silco had created.

The had grew dark, and you tried to stay in the shadows so you wouldn't get caught since there were many police officers roaming around the streets. You could tell that something had gone wrong. You and Ekko knew about Jinx. Jinx. For you she would always be Powder no matter what. You were aware that she had changed because of Silco, but you had hoped that maybe a small part of her, could still fight for the right causes and remember all the times she spent with us, as Powder.

"I'll go look for another way ok? Make sure that you will not get caught." He whispered and bring you into a hug. You hugged him back and smiled softly.

"Don't worry about me. I got this."

"I know you do." He smirked and then disappeared in the cold, dark night. When you looked back at the enforcers, you could tell that something had gone wrong. They were preparing for something and you didn't know what it was about, but no matter what you had to stay in the dark and cross the bridge as soon as possible.

'Great' you thought and tried to look for another way that could get you to the other side. Once you found it, you were ready to leave but something stopped you. Loud steps could be heard in the silent night, running towards you. Oh no. Someone had definitely found you.

"Shit" you cursed under your breath and tried to escape but before I could even move, I saw a many fireflies flying all over the bridge. Strange. Then suddenly they exploded and I looked for a way to cover myself from them. After a few minutes, when the place was terrifyingly quiet, I made the move to leave but my body was pumped into a hard chest, making me lose my balance. I was about fall but a hard grip around my waist prevented me from doing so.

"Leave me alone right now!" I yelled and tried to escape from her hold but instead it become tighter the moment I spoke making me wince.

"y/n?" The figure's shaking voice made you stop fighting from getting off their hold. This voice. There's...there's no way.

"Vi?" I whispered, and backed away a bit to take a better look. No fucking way. Your reaction at seeing her after years wasn't what she expected, as you hardly pushed her away.

"Dove please let me-" Then a punch was thrown on her jaw and she started at you with wide eyes.

"Shut the fuck up" I girtted my teeth. Vi just atood there, in silence, not believing that she had just found you again after all this time. She was looking for you after he finally got out of the prison. When she couldn't found you at all, she thought she had lost you too for good but now you stood in front of her, her heart started beating again like it did for you all this time.

"Dove I-"

"I don't want you to say a single word. Nothing you'll say will change a thing" Your cold voice gave shivers to Vi. All she could think about was that she needed you desperately. To hold you, kiss you and love you.

Before she could take a step closer to you again, loud noises could be heard on the other side and some rangers made their appearance.

"We have to go now." She grabbed your wrist to follow her but you pulled away.

"I don't want to go anywhere with you. I've had enough with all this."

"Listen to me" she grabbed your shoulders tight "you either going to get yourself killed by them and Jinx, or you going to come with me so we can find a llace to hide for a bit and survive." Sha siad through her teeth and you let out a frustrated sigh.

"Fine." You moved first and then Vi followed closely behind you, just to protect you in case something happened.

After you were running for a few more minutes, you laid your back on a wall to take a breath. You could feel Vi's stare burning on you, but you didn't bother looking at her.

"You're ok?" She said breathlessly.

You shooke your head. Nothing was ok. But you had to put aside all the feelings you felt at the moment and focus on how you could survive the coming war.

"No but I'll manage." You replied coldly and Vi could swear that her heart was breaking piece by piece at the way you wouldn't even spare a glance at her.

"Dove I'm really sorry- I know, I know it'll never be enough. After how I treated both you and Powder that night, after I pushed you and then left you and my sister all alone, in the cold dark I- I never left you!" You looked at her. She almost took a step closer to you but she restrained herself frkm doing so in case you pushed her away again.

"I never left. I just wanted to fet away from you so I wouldn't hurt you more. My mind was clouded by anger and sadness and I took it out on you and Powder. I unfortunately had to see you getting hurt by Silco's men and then shooting at you and my goodness dove, I didn't had the time to come to you. They already had arrested me. Marco, the police officer drugged me and I..." her eyes became glossy.

"Please, you have to believe me. I missed you so much. So fucking much baby you have no-" Her hand was placed to where her heart was beating "it physically pains me to see you resent me like this. You can scream at me, hit me as many times as you want but please. Don't push me away. I don't ever want to experience what is like to not being with you." A sob left her lips and that made your own tears fall from your eyes.

"Oh Vi..." You whimpered and started moving towards her to hug her but Vi already did first, by wrapping her arms around your waist as she held you tight against her warm and solid body. The contact made you cry, and you rested your head on her shoulder so you can muffle the noises. As for Vi, hugging you after all this time felt like she could finally breath again.

"I'm here baby, I'm here and I'm never leaving you again. I'll do everything to earn your trust back and make Powder come back to us to. I'll make our family like it was before." She whispered against your head and her hand was drawing soothing circles on your back.

You pulled back and you stared at her. Her heart clenched when she saw your red eyes.

"I promise you baby, I'll stay. It's forever for us. It was meant for us to be together no matter what." She mumbled against your lips and not being able to control it anymore, you crushed your lips with hers. Vi moaned at the feeling of finally kissing you all this time and she cherished like this was going to be the last kiss she would ever get. Which she would never let that happen after tonight. She brought your body closer to hers, melting into the feeling of holding each other.

When you pulled back after a while, she smiled softly at you.

"My beautiful dove" she murmured against your lips and kissed you once more. You then hugged each other and enjoyed the silence before you had to go back out there.

"Dove?"

"Hm?"

"I have something for you." You looked up at her, a small furrow between your brows. She placed her hand inside the pocket and took out this beautiful ring you had found back then. You gasped and stared at it.

"You had it with you all this time?" Your voice shook with emotion.

"Always. Besides, I told you I would need it cause you never know how useful it can be in the future." She gently took your hand and placed the ring on your ring finger. Your eyes widened and Vi chuckled at your reaction, tears shining still from the tears.

"I know it's too early for things like these, and what will happen with Silco and everything is still unsure. But my future with you is not. Cause I know what I want and I want you. More than anything in this world. You're my forever." Her hand cradled the side of your face softly and you closed your eyes at the feeling comforting feeling of er warm hand touching you.

"...yes"

"Yes?!" Her shocked expression made you giggle.

"I want to do this with you. I want a future with you Violet and you better stay this time." You said between your small sobs. She then kissed you passionately and held you in her strong arms.

"It's me and you"

"Me and you" you whispered and you rested your forehead on hers. You believed her. No matter how angry you felt, how much pain you both had to endure because of her absence, you knew you'd somehow find your way back to each other.

Hope you enjoyed reading this one guys! I'll definitely write more fics with and many ither Arcane characters in the future, so stay tuned to read more 🙌

[i-get-obsessed-fast]

DEAR DILF ENTHUSIAST🙏

All I want for Christmas (early or late Christmas, you decide) is a Spencer Reid x bau agent! reader fanfic about with a reader that has an avoidant attachment style due to childhood trauma and tries to pull away from Reid early in the relationship because because she thinks she’ll be “too much for him” and has the mindset to better leave him now then to have him leave her and get hurt, BUT Spencer and his psych degree ass is like “you only are trying to sabotage this relationship because you’re scared of getting hurt, I will never hurt you, and I will stay with you long enough to prove to you this” AND SO NO MATTER HOW MUCH TIMES THE READER PULLS AWAY HE CRAWLS HIS WAY BACK IN (not in a creepy way ofc it’s just because he can’t lose her and is willing to stick around for the bad bits because of how much he loves her) TYY I LOVE YOU AND PLEASE CAN IT BE FLUFFY??? ALSO TOTALLY IGNORE THIS REQUEST IF UOU DONT WANNA DO IT NO WORRIES!!

I’ve rewritten this so many times it’s crazy BUT this request is one of my favs!! So I tried my best to make it a good one! Hopefully I executed it!! Sorry for the wait, and ILYYY <3

Runaway | S. Reid

Your start at life hadn’t been easy. You grew up in a home where your feelings weren’t validated, your parents’ marriage wasn’t one to admire, and the people you loved most had a tendency to leave.

At first, you thought none of that would matter once you got away. Once you lived on your own. Left your home state, but the truth was, it followed you.

Every fear, every scar, it followed you everywhere. In friends and relationships.

Now here you are, standing in the break room, nervously fidgeting with your hands as you wait for the coffee machine to finish dispensing the last few drops of black liquid into your mug.

You’re lost in thought, spiraling just a little deeper every second, until his voice pulls you out.

“You alright?” Spencer asks gently, his hand resting lightly on your waist.

You turn, a little startled by his sudden presence. “Yeah, just zoned out or something.” You let out a small, nervous laugh. He nods, eyes filled with understanding that always made you feel seen.

You grab your mug, adding the exact amount of cream and sugar you always do.

“You know what I realized today?” Spencer begins, a soft smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “We’ve been together exactly ninety-one days, seven hours, twenty-two minutes, and… ten seconds. Isn’t that cool?”

Your eyes widen. “Wow, that sounds like a long time when you put it like that.” He grins. “Yeah… it’s been a good ninety-one days, seven hours-”

“I get it.” You cut him off, laughing softly. He just smiled again, the smile that caused butterflies in your stomach, but also fear.

You mix your drink “Well, talk later?”

“Of course.” You walk out and leave him behind, making your way back to your desk, but your mind is still tangled.

You’ve been silently fighting yourself for weeks now. You have something so good. He’s so good. But your mind won’t let you enjoy it.

You glance up and see Spencer who was now at his desk wearing that soft focused look he always wears when he’s deep into work mode.

As soon as you two got together, you’ve noticed there’s been something lighter about him. Happier.

You wish you were able to feel that too.

But all you feel is fear.

Fear that he’s going to leave you.

You sigh, looking back down at the file on your desk. Time to drown your mind in work. It’s the only thing that’s ever really silenced the noise for you.

You work for hours, barely moving, barely blinking. You don’t notice your coffee is gone until a fresh cup appears in front of you.

“Brought you a new one.” Spencer says, placing it down right beside your hand. You look up, surprised. “How’d you know mines ran out?”

“Well.” He chuckles. “You’ve been sitting here for a couple hours. It wasn’t exactly a difficult guess.”

“Thank you.” You softly say.

“Anything for you.” His voice drops as he looks at you, the warmth in his eyes almost unbearable. You could feel the way he loves you, just in the way he looks at you.

It scares the hell out of you.

“Restroom break.” You stand abruptly. Before he can say anything or see the panic in your eyes, you’re gone.

You enter the restroom, shut the stall door behind you and exhale, hands trembling.

You take a few deep breaths, the way Spencer showed you how.

Inhale and exhale. Slowly.

“I can’t continue this.” You whisper, voice cracking.

“Can’t continue what?” Comes a voice.

You nearly jump out of your skin. Quickly unlocking the stall, you step out and come face-to-face with Emily.

“What are you doing here?” You ask, flustered. She raises an eyebrow. “The women’s restroom?”

Right. Duh.

“Yeah. That was dumb. I was just… talking to myself.” You explain, trying to play it off.

She gives you a slow, uncertain nod as you wash your hands and bolt out.

You walk toward your desk but Spencer is still there, you turn around quickly and head toward the printing room.

You’re breathing heavily, like you just ran a mile. You try talking yourself down. But all you want to do is collapse onto the floor and cry until the world disappears.

“Y/n, are you alright?”

You turn and see Spencer standing there.

“Hm? Yes, I’m good.” You say, quickly.

His eyebrows rise just slightly. “Really? Because I think I just saw you actively trying to avoid me”

“What? No, I-I just had remembered that I needed to print something really important.” You lie. He doesn’t believe you. He always knows when you’re not being honest with him.

“Right… well if something is bothering you, or if you need to talk, I’m here.” He says, stepping closer. He reaches up, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Yeah. I know.” You say, forcing a smile.

“Okay.” Is all he says before turning and walking out.

You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding. You felt horrible, disgusted with yourself. ‘How could you lie to him?’ you thought.

You make your way back to your desk and sink into your chair. Thoughts still racing.

When the work day finally ends, you start packing up your bag. Spencer shows up beside you as he always did, only this time it felt a bit suffocating.

“Walk down together?” He asks.

“Uh, you can go ahead. No need to wait for me.” You tell him. “But we always walk down together.” He softly reminds you. “Yeah. That’s true. I was just… I don’t want you to feel obligated. I can get to my car safely on my own.”

“I know you can. I just like being with you.”

You swallow hard. “I like being with you too.”

What you told him wasn’t a lie. You loved being with him, but that’s why you had to put some distance because you couldn’t let yourself love it too much.

You sling your bag over your shoulder and walk to the elevator together. Inside, Spencer reaches for your hand, but you pull away before he can reach you.

You feel his eyes on you. Burning you with his intense stare. You never meet them, you stare at the floor, the buttons of the elevator, anything else.

When the doors finally open, you hurry out.

He follows, faster this time, finally catching your hand and turning you to look at him.

“You aren’t acting normal, what is going on?”

You freeze. “What are you talking about? I’m fine.”

“Really? Because you’ve been avoiding everything that has to do with me. Did I do something?” He asks. You sigh. “No, you did nothing. I just don’t feel good right now. I must be getting sick or something.”

He stared at you, and nodded slowly. “Want me to come over? I can make soup and tea.”

You shake your head. “I can do that myself. I just want to be alone, alright?” He nods. “Yeah. I understand.”

You keep walking toward your car, Spencer silently walking beside you. You get in, wave goodbye, and he doesn’t leave until he sees you pull out of the lot.

When you get home, you immediately take off your shoes and coat and drop your bag.

You’re starting to get a headache and surprisingly for once it wasn’t due to work.

You change into comfortable clothes, make your way into the kitchen, and begin making your nightly tea.

The comes a knock. Mug in hand, you walk toward the door, opening it. “Spencer?” You ask, confused to see him standing right in front of you.

“I know you said you wanted to be alone, but I can’t help but feel like something’s not right.”

You raise your eyebrows. “I think you’re overthinking. I just wanted space, Spence.”

“You can want space, there’s nothing wrong with that. But I know you. I know when you’re hiding something from me. You can talk to me. I’ll listen.”

Your chest tightens. “There’s nothing to talk about. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not. Please just let me help you.”

“Help me with what? There’s nothing going on.” You argue. “Then why are you pulling away?” He asks, voice rising slightly. “I noticed, the way you don’t want me to touch you, or how you barely talk to me. The shift in your behavior. I know when you’re upset, uncomfortable, mad. When you’re hiding something.”

You suck in your lips, thinking for a moment. “No, you don’t. You think you know me Spencer but you don’t.”

“I know you’re scared.” He says quietly.

“Scared of what?” You asked.

“Scared to let me in. Scared to accept that I love you.”

You laugh without humor. “Really? Because I told you that myself?”

“You didn’t have to. I knew before we were even together. When you’d talk to me about guys, how they’d leave. But it wasn’t really them. You were scared and they weren’t patient enough to prove that they would stay. But I love you. And I want to prove to you that I will.”

“Spencer you don’t know what you’re talking about. Go home.” You say, starting to close the door. “Y/n don’t build a wall between us. Please?” He pleads.

But you can’t handle it, you can’t handle the truth, so you shut the door on his face.

The next day at work, you don’t look at Spencer. You don’t even tell him good morning.

You aren’t sure where things stand between you now. You don’t even know if you guys are in a relationship. You were cold to him, and you wouldn’t blame him for walking away from you.

After settling in, Spencer finally approaches you.

“I’m not upset with you.” He says softly. You look at him. “You should be. I was horrible last night. You don’t deserve that.”

“I don’t think I could ever be mad at you.” He says honestly, you sigh. “That’s not good. I can use that to manipulate you or something.”

“You wouldn’t. That’s not who you are.” He replies, You nodded. “Yeah, I wouldn’t.”

You both stand there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“If you’re comfortable, I’d like to talk about last night. Not here. Maybe we could take a walk at the park after work?”

You hesitate for a second. “Yeah, we can do that.”

He gives a small smile. “Thank you.”

You hum in response and watch him walk away.

Work ends faster than usual, which is weird because it rarely does.

You and Spencer meet at the elevator, you give him a small barely there smile, he returns one.

You ride the elevator down together, a bit of space between you.

He opens the passenger door for you, then heads to the drivers side. The car ride is quiet, aside from the soft hum of classical music playing.

When you arrive, the park is empty, the lamps casting a soft glow.

You walk side by side in silence for a moment. You stare at your shoes, his hands stay in his coat pocket.

“I meant what I said yesterday. I love you. And I want to prove I’m here to stay.” He finally says.

You fidget with your fingers.

“Spencer… I’m too much for you. Your life is already overwhelming. You don’t need me adding more to it. You deserve someone calm, not someone who’s constantly afraid you’ll leave… or someone who runs. You deserve someone that’s not like me. Someone special.”

He stopped walking and gently turned you to face him, his hands resting on your arms, his thumbs moving in slow, soothing strokes to comfort you.

“You’re not too much. You’re perfect for me. You’re special to me.” He says, his voice steady. “I’ll do whatever it takes to understand you, to prove that I am not going anywhere.”

A lump forms in your throat, your chest tightens. “You think this is what you want, but I know that eventually you’ll get tired. You’re not the first person to say these things.”

“Maybe not.” He softly says. “But I’ll be the first one to show them. I want to be here for all of it. The difficult moments, the good ones… everything.” His eyes are filled with quiet hope. He slides his hands slowly down your arms before intertwining your fingers with his.

“I’m scared.” You whisper, your voice barely holding together as tears well in your eyes.

“I know.” He replies, his gaze not leaving yours. “I’m sorry that this feels so scary. But please let me help you… no more pushing me away. We deserve each other.”

Then he pulls you into him, wrapping his arms around you tightly, protectively. Your tears spill freely now, soaking his shirt as you cling to him.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not going anywhere. I promise.” He whispers in your ear, just for you to hear.

You held onto each other for a moment longer before you finally pulled away.

Looking up at him, your nose red and cheeks stained, he gently wiped your face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

The two of you walked back to the car, and Spencer drove you to his home. Neither of you needed to say much, there was a quiet understanding between you now.

You spent the night enjoying each other’s presence, and for the first time, you allowed yourself to hold onto him a little longer than usual.

Over the next few months, he did exactly what he said he would, he showed up for you, not just with his words but with his actions.

There was still moments when you’d pull away, retreating back into your old habits, but he always found you, and held you close and reminded you that he was here, and assured you that you were never too much.

Eventually, you finally told him you loved him. That was a big step for you.

“I love you, Spence.” You said, your fingers threading through his hair as the two of you laid tangled together in his bed. He looked at you like you were his entire world.

“I love you too.” He said, kissing you, unable to stop smiling. In that moment, he felt like the happiest man alive, and it was because of you.

You were his happiness, and he was becoming yours. And this time, you weren’t going to pull away…

Dividers from @hyuneskkami

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Hiii!! Do ye think you could do smth where arthur reacts to us getting hurt? it can be us in a gang or wutever :3c lv ur stuff!!

tags ͡˚̣̣̣𓎟𓎟　 ur so bad at stealing　 karen defends you　 arthur is disappointed　 a.m ౨ৎ ⋆ ｡ ˚

you were with mary-beth, tilly and karen out in rhodes. the three of you decided to scout about and see if any of you could find anything or— most likely, rob folks of their goods for the good of thr gang. the camp was in a small struggling tim ever since the... interesting situation back in valentine. yes it was the three girl out in town, what could go wrong? a lot, apparently.

you and the girls were grouping up together, done your activities of whatever. you were a little behind, never really robbed people blind before since you often would rather stick in camp grounds since you knew what you were doing. yes, you were good at shooting, chores amd defending yourself but thieving? never been good at that..

“didya just rob me, miss?!” “n-no, i—”

“she didn't do nothin' wrong! shes been with us the whole time.” karen interrupted as mary-beth and tilly waited for the two of you to continue walking. soon, your neves Bevin to heighten as you could easily tell that the man didn't believe any of it. “nah, i saw her! she took my goddamn money!” before you could even defend yourself, the man took out a knife and he slashed your face!

your eyes fluttered quickly, adjusting to just seeing a sharp, clean knife come close to your face. your hand reaches to touch your cheek, feeling the red coating your fingers like an embrace which made your breath hitch just slightly. this hasn't ever happened before. you've never gotten hurt since you've never left camp without arthur. anyway, you're too focused on your injury to pay attention to karen causing a small scene with the man that hurt you.

before the situation escalated even worse, the three of you were able to escape with mary-beth's sweet talking a carriage who was kind enough to drop the three of you just close enough to camp. maybe suspicious to the man in charge but hey paid no mind.

so now, here you are. you're sitting on ur cot while mary-beth is cleaning the gnash on your face, even though you were really just preparing yourself for the slight lecture from arthur. only because you never left camp without him and hed often insist, he'd hate for something to happen to uou if he couldn't help — it wasn't your fault! you thought you did well even if you did receive a cut as a form of punishment, moments like these often have you question if the universe really did try to punish you, trying to change your outlaw ways. it never worked.

“there she is... my silly girl.” arthur says, his tone laced with kindness and a sort of condescending tone, too. hes making his way over to you, and you immediately looked away as you couldn't look at him, knowing the lecture you're about to receive. “what have i told ya 'bout leavin' without me?” and you looked away with a pout, not wanting to have thus conversation since you knew you were silly for it.

“darlin'...” he warned just slightly, he wasn't mad, he was disappointed and he wanted to know your reasoning for leaving without him for such an easy move. “not to without ya, but—” “'nd look what happened t'ya.” and u may have rolled your eyes, not at him but more at yourself for the stupid act. he just wanted to make sure nothing so horrible happened to you.

he'd hate himself if he thought he lost you. especially after what happened with him and mary, even him and eliza. “didn't mean to! thought i'd be easy.. since i wasn't alone. you ain't mad at me, right?” you say as your looking uo at him, totally not pouting at him. you didn't mean to get the cut on your face, you've just never been good at robbing people blind. “'course i ain't sweetheart. jus' had me worried when tilly told me what happened.” he says before hiding big hands cups your cheek, carefully not adding weight to the wound on ur face.

“'m comin' with ya everytime yer gonna do somethin' like that, ye hear?”

“'course, love.”

[zebuie]

𝓔𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 .. 𝓣𝐢𝐝𝐞

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

SYNOPSIS; ellie eats u out on the beach.

WARNINGS; 837 words (interesting..) swearing, semi-public sex??? Idk😭, eating out (r receiving),fingering (r receiving), I think that’s all????

A/N; sorry for disappearing writers block got to me 😭🙏 anyways here’s this very messily written fic..🙁 also this is rlly short 😣

ways to help palestine

ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚ as you jolted awake as u heard a persistent knocking on your door. u rubbed your eyes and squinted at the light shining through the window. What time was it? you were normally a light sleeper and could hear the faint sounds of traffic outside, so this must be an emergency. u fumbled for the lightswitch, blinking in the sudden brightness, and shuffled to the door.

"Who is it?" u called, your voice gravelly with sleep.

"Ellie," came the reply. "I need you to get up right now." u groggily rubbed your eyes and opened the door to see Ellie holding two cups of coffee and a blanket.

"What's wrong?" u asked, still not fully awake.

"Nothing. I just woke up and thought it'd be fun to go to the beach today," Ellie said with a smile.

"Ellie, it's 5am what.." u protested.

"Oh come on, it'll be fun," Ellie said, pulling you along.

u yawned, still half-asleep, and followed Ellie out the door. Ellie had laid out a blanket, picnic basket and a cooler of drinks. The sun was barely rising over the horizon, casting a golden glow over the ocean. Ellie took ur hand and led you to the water. You sat down on the sand, The waves crashed against the shore and seagulls soared overhead.

As u sat beside Ellie, taking in the calming sight of the ocean, her sleepiness started to fade away. You felt Ellie's fingers trace softly over urs and a warm smile tugged at her lips. Without saying anything, Ellie leaned closer to you and your lips brushed lightly against each other. A sudden rush of desire surged through your body as she eagerly kissed back,

Ellie's hands roamed lower down your body, caressing your hips gently before sliding under your shorts. Her fingertips grazed along your wet panties, causing shivers to race down your spine. "Ellie," you sighed breathlessly into the kiss as pleasure spread through your core.

Ellie slowly slid her fingers inside your panties until they found slick folds of flesh waiting for her there. The contact made waves of passion pulse through your veins; a whimper escaped from your mouth as u rocked slightly against Ellie’s hand seeking more friction. you broke apart briefly so that Ellie's fingers dove deeper inside your wet slit,

expertly stroking your swollen clit with her thumb as you moaned loudly into the morning air. Her free hand tangled in ur hair , gently tugging at its roots as they kissed passionately once more.

The mix of Ellie’s mouth on hers and her skilled fingering had uou trembling beneath her touch, nearing her breaking point. "Ellie…" u whimpered against her lips, pleading silently for release."Fuck me… please,"

you growled huskily into the kiss as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like a tsunami. In response, Ellie quickly removed her hand from your panties and pulled them down entirely before diving headfirst between your thighs.

She feasted hungrily on every inch of damp flesh laid bare before her while teasing your ass with a finger or two just for good measure. It wasn't long before she felt those telltale signs that indicated impending bliss: squirming hips, shaking knees and soft groans escaping through parted lips that seemed to hang open.

Ellie's fingers delved deeper into your wet slit, rubbing against your sensitive clit while her thumb grazed across the engorged bundle of nerves. Her lips locked onto yours in a desperate kiss that had you squirming beneath her touch, edging closer and closer to your peak. You whimpered helplessly against her mouth as she sucked greedily at the flesh around it all while fingering you expertly below.

Ellie's fingers worked in perfect harmony against your core, causing sparks to fly throughout your entire body. You groaned loudly into her mouth as you rocked against her hand, craving more of the intense pleasure she was dishing out. She broke the kiss and trailed a path down your neck to nibble playfully on your shoulder blade while keeping up her rhythm. "You're so fucking beautiful like this," she rasped out between breathless sighs before claiming your mouth once again in a passionate kiss.

Ellie shifted her weight so that she could spread your legs wider, giving her better access to your heated core. She licked a long stripe from the base of your clit up towards your wet entrance before repeating the process in reverse. Each stroke sent jolts of pleasure racing through you and you moaned softly against her mouth as she teased every inch of skin within reach.

Her tongue flicked across your sensitive clit, causing you to buck against her hand. "Ellie fuck.." you cried out through gritted teeth, desperately craving more of her attention on that spot. She hummed in response before sucking the bud between her lips while circling it with the tip of her tongue. You gasped and arched your hips closer to her face, completely lost in pleasure as waves of intense sensation washed over you.

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

[alexa-yukiyu]

Pops reacting to childreader 💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💳💸💸💸🪙💰

I have been cliff hung 1 to many times...

*this part opt but I have a feel either dragon or winged reader would be kinda scared at first.. cus he's built fucking different bro*

Wandering Dragon pt2 (Whitebeard Pirates x fem!reader)

A/N: Homie you got me dying with the comment uou left on the last post and the request made me cough out a lung 😂. What do y’all think bout this one? Cause I think I COOKED, it’s really wholesome

Part one With Whitebeard pirates and revolutionary army

Dividers by @/saradika

“And you know what? Even if you are only 8, I’m sure Pops isn’t going to turn you away. He’s gonna love you, Reader. You are just that darn adorable.”

She digs her head in his shoulder.

He snickers, feeling her face hearing up

“Aww. You’re so cute, you know that? What happened to the bold rascal?” he teases, gently stroking her head and hair.

The only response he receives is a gentle swat from her tail

Ace laughs even more.

“Aww, is that your way of saying you’re shy? “he says, pulling her closer.

“And a bit of a brat, aren’t you? Don’t think I missed that tail swat. But I can’t stay mad at such a cutie, now can I?” Thatch snickers, ruffling her hair

“Hmm... I need to bring you to Pops. You’re getting clingy already.”

She gasps and shoots up

“Am not!”

Ace laughs a bit.

“Are too!” he says, playfully poking her nose.

She pouts

Thatch grins at their interaction and gestures to Ace, who nods slightly; he approaches the girl slowly and suddenly digs his fingers in her.

She shrieks as he starts tickling her as she tries to wriggle out of Ace’s grasp

Thatch laughs loudly at seeing her struggling.

“Heh.. that’s adorable,”

She begins flapping her wings, getting out of his grasp, and flies up and out of the Storage room, giggling

“H-Hey, come back here.”

She laughs, looking back at them as they try to catch up to her, a similar emotion on their faces; as they chase her, she fails to notice where she is going, crashing right into someone.

“Ow, So…rry?” she begins, but her words die out as she sees who she crashed into, as right in front of her was a man the size of a mountain.

She wraps her wings around herself, coiling her tail around her body in a similar manner as she tries to hide from the man in front of her in fear.

The man is none other than Whitebeard himself, looking down at the young stowaway.

“Hm... who are you?” he asks, glancing at the men who run and stop behind her.

Ace laughs, pointing at her.

“We found her below deck. She says her name’s Reader. Looks like she was exploring before we happened upon her. Probably didn’t even know she was on our ship.”

She whimpers, wrapping her limbs tighter around herself until someone slowly steps closer and kneels down next to her; she takes a peek, spotting a man whose appearance reminded her of a pineapple

Marco smiles at the girl.

“Hey, kid. Don’t be scared. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he says softly in a soothing tone for her.

She stares at him but makes no movement to release her defensive stance

He approaches slowly before squatting in front of her.

“Look, I’m the first division commander of this ship. It’s fine. You’re in safe hands. And that guy you crashed into...”

He points at the big guy.

“That’s our captain. Edward Newgate, but most of us just call him Pops. He’s a real sweetheart. But he can be a bit of an intimidating when you first meet him.”

She sniffles, glancing at the man towering next to them and back to Marco, and then glances at Thatch and Ace behind her

Ace and Thatch smile, seeing her look at them.

“Don’t worry,” Ace says gently

“Pops, he’s not gonna hurt you either. No way.” Ace confirms

“Marco’s right. I know he may look intimidating, but he’s like a father to all of us; he would never hurt you,” Thatch says, backing his crewmates up

She glances back to Marco in front of her

He’s still smiling softly at her, not pushing her to come out of her defensive position.

“Do you want to come say hi to him?”

She nods, slowly unfurling herself

Marco gently grabs her hand, walking her right up to Whitebeard himself. He gently nudges her forward so she and the captain can meet each other.

She glances up at him, stretches her wing, and slowly flies up so that she is face-to-face with him

“..ny…mi…ter” she mumbles

He raises an eyebrow

“What was that?”

“You look funny, mister,” she mutters

Whitebeard laughs uproariously.

“Haha! Do I look funny? That is quite an interesting description, young lady. I mean, I suppose I look a bit weird but funny? You’re the only person to ever say that to me.” he snickers

“I like this one, bold one,” he says, glancing down at his sons

“And she’s pretty feisty, I can tell. Not too many kids can call Whitebeard funny,” Thatch adds in

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure,” Marco says, smiling at her

“She’s a clingy one, too,” Ace adds

This snaps her out of her shy, fear-filled state as she flies down and barrels into Ace

“Am not!”

Ace laughs, catching her.

“See, clingy!” he says teasingly.

“And a brat, can’t forget that,” Thatch scoffs.

Whitebeard laughs louder, amused by his crew’s responses

She hmph fluttering away from the pair and closer to the giant; she began buzzing around him

Whitebeard chuckles, amused by her playful behavior, as he begins playing with her, making her flutter around.

“Heh, you’re a real-spirited kid. Almost reminds me of a certain someone I know,” he says, looking over to Ace.

“Are you a dragon? You’re big like one.”

Whitebeard laughs at her question, amused by the comparison.

“No, I’m not a dragon. I’m a Human, just a very, very big one.”

“Do you know much about what a devil fruit is, kid?” he asks her

“Yeah! Mister Sabo told me about it! They give you these superb powers, right?”

Ace’s eyes widen

“Oi kid, come over here a sec.”

“Hmm?” They dive down towards the three men

“What?”

“Who did you say told you about a devil fruit?”

“Mister Sabo!”

Ace grins

“By any chance, did this Sabo tell you if he had a devil fruit?”

“Yeah! He said he had a Mera Mera fruit. I thought he was a dragon since he could make fire, but he said he wasn’t a dragon.” She pouts as she says this

“He just ate the Mera Mera and was a fireman! And it’s so funny, 'cause there was this grumpy guy called Dragon, and he wasn’t a dragon either! I was so sad,” she rambles on

Ace burst into laughter, igniting his hand on fire in a similar fashion Sabo had done back then

She looks at it and glances between the flame and Ace’s face a few times

“It’s you!”

Ace grins at her before extinguishing the flames on his hand

“It is me,” he says, confirming the little girl’s discovery

“Mister Sabo said you and him had the same mera mera fruit, which is never heard of!”

Ace nods

“Yup, that’s about right. Me and Sabo both ate a specific type of fruit known as the Mera Mera no Mi; I got really hurt a while ago, was gone for a minute there, which is why we think the mera mera appeared again, and he ate it, so now we both have it’s power” he said pointing to a big scar on his chest

“That’s so cool!” She squeals

“Ah! Are you okay? That looks like a pretty big scar!”

Ace chuckles

“I’m fine now; got seen by the best doctors to get a look at it; one of them is the guy behind you!”

She glances at Marco

“Mister Pineapple did?!”

Marco stills as her comment slight red tint growing on his face while Ace and Thatch start laughing uncontrollably; even Whitebeard lets out a snort at her exclamation

Marco sighs, shaking his head with a slight smile on his face

“Really are a little Rascal,” he mutters

“Yes, I helped patch him up a while back, used my devil fruit,” he said as his body ignited in flames

She gasps

“Did you also eat Mera Mera?”

Marco chuckles

“Not quite. I also ate a devil fruit, but unlike Sabo and Ace, I ate the Tori Tori no Mi.”

“Wah? There’s more than one type?”

“There are hundreds, if not thousands, of them. Each grants you a different power.”

“Superb! Mister Pops, what about you? What fruit did you eat?”

“Me? Well, I happen to have eaten the Gura Gura no Mi. It was a long time ago when I ate it, but it’s a very powerful one. It allows you to control earthquakes and vibrations.” Whitebeard explains with a smile on his face

“That's so cool,” they squeal

“It certainly is,” Whitebeard says, smiling.

“I can do all sorts of things with it, like this.”

He raises his hand, and a massive shockwave emanates from it, shaking the Moby Dick to its core. It even causes the little girl to fly backward into Ace’s arms.

The tiny child squeaks, her coordination being thrown off at the sudden movement

She takes a second to get her surroundings straight but marvels at Whitebeard’s display

“Haha, see what I meant? Pretty potent fruit, huh?” Whitebeard asks, seemingly pleased that the girl is so engaged by his abilities.

Ace takes this as a chance to play around with the little girl a bit, holding her and swinging her slightly as she lands in his arms.

“Ah, that reminds me, Reader, you hungry? I can prepare you something. Got you this in the meantime,” he says, throwing an apple her way

“Thank you! Here!” She says, coughing; the others look worried; their worried stares soon turn into something else as she coughs up some gold coins, offering them to Thatch

They just stare at it dumbfounded as she coughs up gold coins.

“What the hell?!” Thatch exclaims

“Watch your language around her,” Ace says, slapping the back of his head

“Why you…” he growls as they begin brawling

Reader flies above them, laughing at their interactions

“You have a wild family, Mister Pops”

Whitebeard sighs, chuckling at his son’s antics.

“Oh, you have no idea, girl,” he chuckles

Marco laughs quietly at the both of them,

“Settle down, boys,” he chides them, not moving to try and settle the argument between the two of them; as Reader continues laughing at the chaos unfolding, Whitebeard glances at her.

“Man… you’re gonna be a real handful for all of us, aren’t ya?” Whitebeard chuckles

I was intending this to be a real short one but then I couldn’t find a place to stop it without it being to sudden so I just kept going I found a place I could have cut it but then I was like nah, we need more.

Taglist:

@imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

[melissa-titanium]

i think your art is very beautiful //. !!!!!!!!!!!!!uhm what app slash program do you use or recommend ..

EV E Y BOD Y SAY. THAAAAAAAAANK UOU <33333 HELL O U SWEE TBEAUTIFUL THANG. IIIIIIII!!!!!!O K OK.

iam severely biased because i use csp and i Fucking Love CSP but. i have used lots of different art programs & can just share my experiences. my choice from top being first to bottom being absolute last

CSP ; i mean, like, legally speaking -- it costs money. but. like. you know. arr mateys and all that. smirk. VERY good program, super extensive & i believe its industry standard? one downside for most people ive seen is that it is. like. incredibly complicated & visually overwhelming. like this is my personal setup

BUT ALSO GOING INTO THIS MORE.,.. the interface is like. 100% customizable. you could completely get rid of every single thing on here except for the brush and colorpicker if you wanted. like it is completely customizable just do whatever the fuck u want forever ALSO ANIMATION FRIENDLY BLESS i do all my animations here!!! . i really like it because there is an entire asset store with people making dedicated brushes and models and textures etc etc & also its just. it has a nice feel to it :)) its hard for me to describe well but i love csp. my babygirl

MEDIBANG PAINT: i have not used this in . quite some fucking time so forgive me if some of this is outdated. its not like. NEARLY as customizable as something like csp or photoshop (ewww) but it works like. pretty fucking well honestly. the brushes all have a very nice feel to them and it's a very far far reach from csp in terms of like. Set up BUT its free and has a lot of pre-made brushes to pick from :) ... unfortunately theres no way to import stuff unlike csp and ps so ur stuck with things made within the app or downloaded from the cloud i think otherwise tho i think it has a very nice interface :)) NOT animation friendly tho. sigh

FIREALPACA: FREE... also you can animate in it but its fucking insane. better selection of brushes than medibang but im not a big fan of how it feels + it was super laggy for me when i used it....

KRITA: same as above p much but a smaller brush selection ... IBISPAINT: free! big fan of the brushes (+ theres a LOT of them) & even if the interface is a little confusing for me its pretty simple & would be good for sum people i think :) PROCREATE: $5 last time i checked? fuck procreate honestly. one of my least favorite programs & i used it for 2 years so i would know. it gets a LOT of popularity because its aesthetically pleasing and. YES the feel of the brushes is nice i will not lie but the shit hiding behind such a simple interface is the fact that there is literally. so few options/so little customization. very laggy, brushes are EXCLUSIVE to procreate & even if there's a wide selection if you want to move to a different program its gonna b a nightmare having to use totally different brushes. animation feature is fucking terrible, there's a seperate app made by the same people i think? and i havent tried that one but ive heard its good :)) regardless. procreate isnt BAD but it has an incredibly simple interface, ipad/iphone exclusive, only really works well with an apple pencil (which is already pretty fucking expensive on top of an ipad if you dont already have one LOL !?!?!?!?!?!?)

PHOTOSHOP: fuck adobe! expensive as hell + ia m generally just not a big fan of it or its interface... its not bad per se but i wouldnt reccomend it to anyone who hasnt Already Used It

THERES . PROBABLY MORE IM FORGETTING like i could say sony sketch & gimp and shit but i dont have enough experience with them 2 really say. regardless i hope IHOP;E ANY OF THIS MADE; SENS;E[ ;34TEORTUDOIG

[hollaforlyla]

HII FIRST OF ALL I JUST WANTDD TO SAY I REALLY LOVE HOW U WRITE DAZAI!!!!

ANYHOW COULD I ASK FOR DAZAI WITH A READER WHOS REALLY SICK BUT SHE TRIES TO SNEAK OUT OF THE HOUSE OR GO SOMEWHERE ALL THE TIME OR EVEN JUST HIDES AROUND THE HOUSE EVERY CHANCE SHE GETS EVEN THOUGH SHES SUPPOSED TO REST IN BED CAUSE SHE HATES BEING BORED/FEELING SICK AND JUST LAYING IN BED ALL DAY

with a energenic, sick reader

dazai<3

warnings: lowercase writing, headcanon format, however told through a short story. female reader!! REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

a/n: AWH glad you luv my dazai writing!! hope you enjoy reading anon<3

"dazai-NO-i'm not a child! i don't want to stay in bed-"

you kicked your legs as he held you bridal style. although your kicks were heavy and high- he somehow found a way to hold you in place.

"you say your not a child- however not wanting to stay in bed seems very childish to me."

he reasoned. but his reasoning brought him nowhere.

he gently places you on the bed of your shared apartment, hoping you would stay put.

thankfully you did.

"there we go. comfy?" he asked as he pulled the covers over your body.

you grumble, peeking your eyes out as you body was fully covered.

"aeh- don't be so sour~ you have your boyfriend, who loves and cares for you, by your side all day to help you get better!"

"dazai-i have plans with friends today!"

"post-pone it. your sick, 'donna."

"but-"

you were left staring at the ceiling of your bedroom.

he kissed your lips before sitting up from the bed and went to make you some lunch.

"we'll see how you feel in the tomorrow~ now stay put, i'll be back in a few minutes."

it was boring.

real boring.

were you even that sick??

yes. you turn into akutagawa and cough for like 20 minutes straight then complain about your throat.

don't lie to yourself.

you looked left and right.

then out the window.

you thought for a moment before nodding to yourself and carefully stepping out of bed and you feet touched your slippers that were on the ground by the bedside.

you grabbed a small sweater and some track pants, quickly throwing them on and quietly left the bedroom.

you sneaked around the hallway and toward the kitchen, where you can hear dazai softly humming to himself.

you peeked your head out to see him steaming some food; you were unsure what they were....

wait- is he cooking??

he can't cook!

he must just be heating them up.

of course.

your sick and he buys store-made food and will probably tell you he cooked it...

YOU CAN SEE THE BOX IN THE TRASH BESIDE HIM-

since he was distraced- you made your move.

you texted your friends your on your way and grabbed your small coat.

it was cold..and you didn't want to get more sick then you already were.

the moment you took your coat and was reaching for your keys, you heard a sinister giggle in your ear.

you screamed, despit it hurting your vocal cords, you whip around to see dazai.

he held your wasit as he spun you around to face him, almsot dipping uou but the wall stopped you from falling on your back.

your back was arched alittle between the wall.

"my, my what's this~? my belladoona trying to sneak out?!" he gasped playfully. "i thought i told you to stay in bed? tch, tch~"

you blushed softly but glared at him, "because i have plans today dazai! i'm not going to post-pone because we're going to watch a movie! the tickets are half-off!!"

he hummed, "but- that doesn't explain why you disobeyed me?"

"yes it does!!"

you felt his hot breath on your neck as he smirked softly.

"you know, this isn't the first time i've caught you sneaking out?"

you cocked your head to the side, "w-what?"

"c'mon~ let's get you back to bed."

"w-w-what?" he teased, "do you really think you can keep things hidden from lil'ol me?"

you rolled your eyes as he pulled away from you, but held your hand with a soft grip as he lead you back inside the apartment.

"but- no dazai! i'm so bored! my friends will hate me!"

"no one can possibly hate you for being sick, my dear~"

"but- i'm bored!"

he chuckled, "then i shall make it less boring! nothing's boring when your with dazai, hmm?"

he tilts his head at you, waiting for your response.

"ugh, your insuffurable!"

"then you must be 10x insuffurable beeeeeecause" he clicks his tounge, "your dating me~"

[swagyalastorwife]

Martha x yandere!overlord!reader {one shot}

Author's notes : hiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️

so I wrote this fanfiction after a request I hope you like it and if you want to send me your ideas don't hesitate because i will close de requests very soon ❤️❤️❤️

⚠️warning ⚠️: violent vocabulary, yandere

You had been in hell for a very long time, long enough to become a powerful overlord, yes everyone respected you and everyone wanted you, but you didn't want anyone, well until today.

As you were leaving one of those long meetings that Carmila organized every month and to be honest you HATED these meetings, they were long and boring.

After 5 hours of meeting Carmila let you go home and as you opened the door of the building you saw her, she was so beautiful and she was so charismatic , and that's when you understood that you wanted her, yes she had to be yours and no one else's!

But you couldn't just go to her and say

"hey do you want to be mine?"

No that was way too weird so you just decided to follow her home.

Then you watched her clean her house, cook herself something to eat then shower and all that with eyes filled with love and obsession you couldn't part with her anymore and you had to find a way to make her accept it.

The next night Martha left her house to go clubbing, have fun and probably sleep with the first guy she found to her liking, you of course decided to follow her to this club and you saw her dancing and rubbing herself on a demon and you didn't like it, no you really didn't like it so you waited for Martha to look away to kill the demon, and the night passed.

Martha came home around 2am, 3am for and she saw you sitting on her couch waiting quietly her return:

"fuck who are you and what are you doing in my house ?"

"calm down I'm here to make you an offer"

"an offer?"

"if you agree to belong to me forever you'll be the happiest demon , but if you refuse I'll be forced to be violent and I really don't want to damage your beautiful face"

"pffff you think you're making me, go get out of my house I'm tired"

"Martha!"

"Fuck you - wait how do you know my name?"

"i know a lot more about you Martha more than you think ~"

Uou could see the fear in her eyes and it only strengthened your feelings for her, you wanted her to be yours and you would do anything for it:

"Come on Martha, don't make me wait"

you said as you approached her

"back off you psychopath!"

"Come on sign and I'll leave you alone, come on ~~"

You said in a seductive tone

"fine I'll sign, but you promise to leave me alone you bastards?"

" yes~~"

You made the contract appear in which was written:

•That Martha is yours and yours alone

•She will never have the right to go out or talk to anyone other than you

•she owes you all her love and loyalty

•she must always be by your side when you decide

•And above all love you

She signed:

"I am proud of you my love, come here kiss me~ I need it"

"but you are completely crazy I will never do s-"

A y/c chain appears around her neck and that's when she understood that from that moment on nothing was the same as before for Martha, but you didn't care you had what you wanted you had Martha she was yours and only yours and no one else could have her.

The years passed so quickly and you were so happy with your Martha, she obeyed you {it was the rules of her contract}.

But she, she hated you, she detested you so much you had stolen her freedom.

Martha had never stopped trying to leave you, to run away but of course you always brought her back to your side, except that this time things were different...

Martha had prepared your favorite meal for this evening:

"thank you my love it makes me very happy that you thought of me like that"

"oh but you're welcome Y/n it's with pleasure"

The evening passed when suddenly you started to feel a pain in your chest and you could no longer breathe properly and that's when you understood:

"this bitch poisoned me, fuck "

When Martha heard you she hurried to run to the kitchen and delicately opened the window, however she knew that it was not going to be that easy you always managed to catch up with her:

"where do you think you can go like that"

"I'm going where I want and no one will stop me asshole"

"that's what we'll see"

A chain Y/c appeared around her neck and tightened more and more preventing Martha to breathe properly:

"Listen to me bitch if I can't have you then no one else will understand you? You signed this fucking contract so now you're mine"

she nodded at you and you let the chain come off then you left for your shared room

"what the fuck did I do"

I hope you like iiit (^-^)/❤️ i will close de requests very soon so if you want to send me your ideas don't hesitate ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[isleofdarkness]

Maddys symbol has caused me to feel kinda bad for her:/:(

At what point did her decisions become hers and not the product of what she was taught? You said she didnt know what sorry meant until 14, does she use it now? Does she get any sort of positive character growth? Is she a character uou consider redeamable/what characters do you consider irrideamible on the isle?

Maddy's number one priority has always been getting her grandmother's approval, but that doesn't mean she always likes it. She sees what she's doing is wrong, that she's destroying her world, that she is making it so that she has nothing and no one, but the second her grandmother so much as smiles approvingly, she forgets all of that. She knows that what she has built around herself leaves her no way out, so she's not trying to find a way out. If she does, she loses the only good thing in her life, her grandmother's approval and protection, and basically throws herself to wolves who hate her. So she doesn't. It's by her grandmother's design. Most of her descendants she keeps in line by fear of her wrath, but Maddy? She keeps Maddy in line because the second she stops protecting Maddy, it's open season on one of the most hated people on the Isle.. So Maddy does whatever she can to make sure she has that protection.

For a very long time, it wasn't really this fear keeping Maddy in her place, wasn't the fear driving her actions, it was purely wanting her grandmother's approval. But Maverick finally snapped two years ago. She and Maddy are far more alike than either of them want to admit, Maverick sees Matilda in Maddy, she sees what she could have been had she not run away. If you've ever seen Guardians of the Galaxy 2, that scene where Yondu psychoanalyses Rocket, Rocket insists Yondu doesn't know what he's talking about because he doesn't know who Rocket is, and Yondu says "I know exactly who you are, because you're me," that's how it went. Maverick knew that if she offered Maddy protection, Maddy would go straight to Mim and Mim would retaliate, so instead she just planted seeds, got Maddy thinking. When the time is right she'll offer Maddy an out, but she can't do it yet. Maddy's still at the point where she'd sell Maverick out and get Mim to retaliate. And no, Maddy hasn't apologized to anyone. Not that most people would accept it. To get in Mim's favour as Maddy has requires some truly heinous actions. Plus the top three people she needs to apologize to are Lydia, Constantine, and Zevon, and you can imagine how well that would go.

That positive growth... well, let's just say it's ongoing and slowgoing.

I consider Maddy... growable. There are some actions she's made that are unforgivable but I think, if given the chance, Maddy could grow past that. Could maybe move somewhere else and start up a good life. Redemption is a boring concept to me, it's not the end all or be all. It's too simple, especially for characters like Maddy. No, what Maddy needs is growth and in order for her to grow, she needs to be put in a new pot like a plant or else she's going to wither away and die because that's how gardening works. I was going somewhere with this. Maddy doesn't need redemption, she needs a new pot.

Irredemable characters to me are characters who cannot grow, who would not grow if given a new pot. Characters like Clay, the Gaston twins. Move them to a new pot and they'd just keep doing what they're doing, they wouldn't change. And characters who would grow but grow like kudzu, like Maleficent, Sykes, and Madam Mim. They'd grow but in evil ways, destroying everything in their path with the same brand of evil they've always used, snuffing out all the other plants just because they can. You will know an irredemable character because I will never portray them as sympathetic ever. Zeus is on this list, by the way, he's just not on the Isle.

[katerinaaqu]

hmm. do you realise why it’s not the same thing as casting white actors to play non-white roles? because white people are… so not underrepresented in hollywood. one of the main issues with casting white actors to play non-white characters is that it’s taking away the limited number of non-white roles in hollywood movies from actors of colour, who generally have a harder time being cast in leading roles. the same is not true for white actors.

in general, these adaptations are horrendous when it comes to accuracy for the period. i assume you have equal issue with, say, the wrong kind of armour being used? i just think we need to recognise that these films are primarily made for entertainment, not to be textually and historically perfect. unless EVERYTHING about the set, costuming, writing, etc is perfectly historically accurate, why does it MATTER that much if a person of colour plays a white role? who cares that achilles was black in troy fall of a city? the actor played the role well! it was good casting! is the colour of an actor’s skin really the thing that makes or breaks casting? is it ‘race-swapping’, or is it just casting the best actor who auditioned for the role?

and tbh, the fact that you’re so deeply concerned about people knowing that mediterraneans are white is pretty telling…

No I don't. I think that the same way you wish to cast a person accurately when it comes to non-European roles the same goes with European parts. You cannot have it only in one way. And "under represented" will not be solved by race swapping characters (again that goes BOTH ways). If you want to represent an ethnicity you make a movie that honors that ethnicity. Greek actors are also underrepresented that doesn't mean that I would want a random person from an African or an Asian culture to be race-swapped to greek to...honor Greeks. In fact I would be insulted if they did that. I want Greeks to play their parts the same way that any other ethnicities deserves their chance to be powerful in their own context.

I disagree. With the same logic just because one part is not done properly does that mean we say for the rest "fuck it" and not do it right? Why is it always the same speech that "is entertainment and not made to be accurate" when it comes to greece or Europe in general but hell breaks loose in all the others? Aren't those entertainment too? Doesn't one movie deserve solid casting because costumes will be horrendous? What kind of logic is this?

Like I said ALL movies deserve good casting. Obviously i do not expect perfection in every aspect given that it is entertainment and not documentary and I shall still speak on those that I dislike too. That doesn't mean that the one doesn't deserve attention just because the other doesn't get it.

Then who cares if a random character is race swapped? Again I love it that the mental gymnastics happen here like "who cares if Achilles is black" and the when the queen of Sheba was miscast people get to lose their shit. If one is racist so is the other. And if you claim that suddenly such a great production couldn't find the best person for the role that also LOOKS like their pwrt and then some random guy showed up and played well and people are like "nope no more auditions" then we are even more deceiving ourselves than I thought. Good cast is also the guy that fits the part. That cast was deliberate to look so.

If uou don't believe that then do not complain for "under representation" because someone could say the same thing that the old Hollywood only casted the best. Obviously that is not true. The same goes with this case. And both are equally wrong.

[justablah56]

Okay i should be asleep but im kinda pissed so im ranting in ur ask box instead of<3

So im doing my normal "pacing back and forth while infodumping to ny Imaginary Friends!" And i grabbed my phone to get a info graphic of the physical differences of Homosapiens vs Neanderthals

And like i KNOW all the images google gives me are gonna be inaccurate and wrong on as least a few things

And i was right, whole first page with either AI slop, inaccurate out dated science, or not even what i looked for. And heres the thing, the way people talk about Homosapiens vs Neanderthals is a QUICK tell to find out if they are racist or not, and because google is google i expected the images to be kinda racist but okay

As i expected EVERY photo had a White Blond Blue Eyed guy for the homosapien side, okay yea wrong and inaccurate but i can look past it. NOW THIS IMAGE HOWEVER

WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK????

Okay everan, quick little facts for ya, on average Neanderthals were paler and had lighter skin and hair then homosapiens (they didn't look like modern huropean beauty standards white of course but they were much more white looking then homosapiens at the time) and like homosapiens skin and hair Neanderthals did have a spectrum of shades, (really don't want anyone to miss understand me and think I'm saying that all Neanderthals where white, thats not true, but they DID start developing the gene mutation to have lighter skin tones and red hair wayyyy before homosapiens started developing that gene)

AND AGAIN WHY IS THE HOMOSAPIEN A WHITE MAN NAMED JOHN???? AT THE TIME IN PRE HISTORY WHEN BOTH SPECIES EXISTED AT ONCE HOMOSAPIENS HAD NOT DEVELOPED THE DNA TO BE ABLE TO LOOK LIKE THEY THERE WAY NOT A SINGLE LIVING HOMOSAPIEN THAT LOOKED ANYTHING LIKE THAT UNTIL TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS AFTER ALL THE NEANDERTHALS DIED

so ONE while yes some Neanderthals probably did look like that, a good portion of them were lighter and red headed, and NO homosapiens looked like that

DO WE THINK MAYBE THE ARTIST DREW THEM LIKE THIS

BECAUSE NEADTERTHALS ARE STEREOTYPED AS BEING STUPID (not true at all but clearly who ever made this doesn't know shit and was going off of stereotypes)

HMMMM I WOUNDER WHY THEY MADE THE "STUPID" ONE DARK SKINNED AND THE "SMART AND MORE EVOLVED" ONE LIGHT SKINNED!?????? EVEN THOUGH REAL SCIENCE POINTS TO IT ACTUALLY BEING THE OTHER WAY AROUND OR THEN BOTH BEING LIGHT SKINNED??? HMMMM I FUCKING WONDER

LIKE FOR FUCKS SAKE I ALREADY HATE RACIST FUCKS BUT THEN THE CUNTS HAVE TO TRY AND BRING THE SHIT INTO SCIENCE??? LIKE UOU CANT BE INTO SCIENCE AND BE RACIST REAL SCIENCE DISPROVES RACISM SO INSTEAD OF USING REAL SCIENCE THEY JUST FUCKING LIE

aether aether im so mad rn im gonna explode

hello what. that's insane. do these artists like. stop and actually look and consider their work ever. im. that's fucked.

[judysxnd]

Hello, I have an idea.

how about something cute, about pedro and the reader at the Beyoncé concert, and Pedro being a little jealous and possessive, because of all the attention the reader is drawing to herself.

aries men are extremely possessive and jealous. LOL

Thank uou

I saw the pictures and videos of Pedro at the concert, oh mamaaaa, perfectiooooooon

Also, happy new yeaaaaaar’s everyone!!

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Septembre 1st. The calendar was marked. You had always dreamed about going to a Beyoncé concert. So you were beyond excited when you heard she was going on tour. The renaissance tour. You didn’t even hesitate a second when you heard about it, running to the website to by your ticket.

Fortunately, you weren’t the only fan in your close circle of friends, because, even closer, your boyfriend Pedro, is a huge fan too. So you were two behind the computer, rushing to get the tickets. Internet wasn’t going fast enough. You were glued to the screen, ready for anything. So that’s why after buying the tickets you were both dancing in the living room, screams of excitement leaving both yours mouths.

You couldn’t even sleep. You were living the moment in your head, preparing yourself, even though it was only next year. You were trying to think about an outfit for the concert. It’s silver and glitter, obviously. But, a dress? A top and a skirt? What kind of shoes? Heels? No way, you wouldn’t survive the evening. Sneakers for sure. You knew Pedro wouldn’t go that far and would stick to a traditional outfit, but you were all in.

Six months later, you learned that Sarah, Pedro’s best friend also bought tickets for the same date with two other friends. So now it was going to be a small group, and it only made your excitement grow more than anything. You also had your entire outfit ready (already). A cute crop top with thin straps and a tight skirt that arrived mid-thighs, all silver (obviously). With it, you decided to wear white sneakers, so you could dance and jump all night. And you decided to bring a silver cowboy hat. Make up? A think silver eyeliner, but nothing else.

And now the other six months were gone. Today was the day. You spent your day preparing yourself. Music blasting in the house (only Beyoncé’s), you straighten your hair, making it longer than before. You did the silver eye liner, with the help of Sarah. Pedro was simply chilling on the couch with his friends, singing along here and there. Sarah wasn’t going to go crazy on the outfit, she simply decided to have a silver coat. But you didn’t feel entirely alone. One of her friends also had a cowboy hat! It made you feel better.

Once you slipped in that tight and small outfit, you entered the living room where everyone was. Everyone whistled and screamed with joy to you: “hottie!” “I’m blind!” And such. Only Pedro didn’t say anything. You didn’t really understand his reaction. He clearly showed that he was happy, he seemed to love the outfit, but I don’t know, there was something. He finally clapped and complimented you afterwards. You decided not to pick up on it, and simply leave to the concert.

For the concert, you had bought like the best places. You were all up in front, and had a little space so you were not too crowded. All the way to your spot, you felt eyes on you, you heard people whistle. You were too excited and trying to see the stage that you didn’t pay attention to it. But Pedro did. He stayed up close to you, his arm on your shoulders, staring around at anyone who dared to even look at you.

He kept looking around, searching for anyone who would make the mistake to even try to look at you. It can easily get overwhelming. Being a celebrity you have to get used to having eyes on you 24/7, but sometimes it gets the best of you. You managed to get fully into the concert, your friends too, but you could that Pedro was tense next to you. You couldn't hear him sing, he was barely moving. When you turned around you were met with a very serious face, not even looking a the stage in front of you.

"Pedro?" You screamed, so that he could hear you over the loud music. He immediately turned, his eyes falling on you. "What's wrong?" The confused look in your eyes made him realise how low he went.

"Nothing" he shook his head, faking a smile. But come on, who was he fooling? You tilted your head, staring at him. His eyes never left yours. He leaned, talking in your ear. "I don't like all the people looking at you" You couldn't help but smile.

"We're at a Beyoncé concert, you really think they're looking at me?" You joked. Hearing your laugh in his ears calmed him a little more. He rolled his eyes.

"well they did whistle and all when we arrived" he added

"who said it wasn't for you too?" You tried to joke again. "Pedro. Who am I dating?" He gave you an unamused look. "Answer me" you said, standing in front of him.

"me" You smiled

"Yep I'm dating you. People can stare, whistle or whatever, but at the end of the day, you're my home". You put your arms around his neck, while his, instinctively went around your waist. He finally smiled. "C'm here" you said, so he would lean more into you to kiss him. "Better?" you tilted your head and smiled.

"Yes. Thank you cariño" You looked at each other for a few seconds, heart eyes for the both of you. You turned around, staying in Pedro's embrace, but facing the stage. You felt him relax under your touch. Now you both would enjoy the concert.

[ryez-loveyz]

I LIKE APPLE CINNAMON!! But yeah I get feeling weird about the lore, esp considering there’s So much. Hopefully tho, he should be easier to write for! Since hes and epic nd the most involvement he had was in an old event when he and Black Pearl were released. Hes a big part of a few city leaders of coastal areas nd is known for being independent even within that

Maybe! Maybe your cookie has recently moved into one of the cities he oversees and commonly sails to! Maybe they’re looking for an odd job, or run into him like some silly meet cute, but either way, they stand out to him

The last one is from the April Fools event this year! It’s him when he was younger :3

He does bully my baby tho nd reminds her of the guy who sold her soul so you can have him

AAAWAWAWA YAAY!!!! i havent rlly ever caught up on the lore (i think i did look into the old event cuz at that time i was crushing HARD) but YAAAAY! ill try and read up but im takin a break cuz my phone is hot and dying.

sorry he bullies your girlf.... i can fix him he just needs some yaoi /j /j /j

i was actually considering basing my dude off of an old oc that i made, considering i did base the story hes from and the oc i ship him with so heavily off of caviar...... HMM, MANY THINGS TO THINK ABOUT!!!

thank uou for the photos...... i think i actually took a screenshot of the promo event one back in 2022!!!! ill have to look for it,,

TEHEHE ill try to think of something,, trying not to focus on making my s/is like 1000% canon compliant as of now (i get stressed enough doing it with viktor for tsa) BUT!!!!!!! trust i will do it