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webslingingslasher · 9 months ago

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jbae!! if you're taking requests, can I ask for something with trouble comforting peter? maybe he's had a terrible week and loads of things pile up and he just collapses (maybe he even cries out of frustration cause I'm a sucker for that) and trouble just holds him to her chest and runs her hands through his hair 🥺 only if you want to though!! have a great day ily

*you always ask when peter knows he's in love with trouble...* (cleaning out my drafts)

peter's been m.i.a. all day.

rumor is he skipped class and slept past breakfast... and lunch. the unanswered texts you have string along with the theory. you were talking to peter last night so you don't think he's sick, at least not with a cold.

he'd been pulling back the last few days because he's been so busy. you haven't seen him in three days because of a test or a frat meeting or dinner with his aunt - in your opinion, he's spread a little too thin and you think that caught up to him today.

if peter can cut class and hang out at the frat house so can you. unsure if he's taking another nap. you're not risking a phone call that'll wake him and settle for a quiet entry with slow steps up the stairs before silently opening his door and sliding in.

peter's not asleep; he's awake and staring at his ceiling. he knows you're here but he can't bring himself to make believe happy. so he doesn't.

you softly shut his door and rest your back on it. 'do you have a case of the sads?' peter stays in his starfish position for way too long, you think he's building the courage to speak for the first time today. when he does, it's raspy and riddled with depression.

'i have a case of the sads.' even saying it makes him want to curl into a ball. it's times like this he wishes he was home and still small enough to crawl into his aunt's bed.

you've never seen peter this depleted, all spark in him has fizzled. 'do you want to cuddle?' you don't need to ask what's wrong, you already know. and you're getting the feeling he really just wants silent company.

peter sits up to open the space next to him, he's not moving until you're settled because he's about to rest his entire weight on you. the second you steal his spot, he lays on top and buries his face into you while you warmly accept the pressure.

peter only hides in you like this when he's sick or really tired. you don't say anything while you gently tuck a curl behind his ear, you lightly smile and graze the outer edge with your finger- a small twitch tells you he doesn't like it.

normally, you'd double down. today, he needs nice.

'you have cute ears.' it's barely above a whisper, 'i should see them more often.' peter doesn't respond, you didn't need him to.

it's a peaceful quiet, you think it's nice just being in peter's presence sometimes. you keep dragging your hand up and down his back, you're trying to tell him he's okay with your touch. your other combs through his hair over and over, you think he might be falling asleep and you gladly welcome it.

you're not sure how peter's breathing he's tucked into your chest so tight, but as long as he's able to you won't complain. you start to trace little squares over his skin while slightly zoning out on a bird on his balcony collecting what looks like twigs from the overhanging tree.

your shirt feels like it's clinging to you, peter's washing his hot breath into it. you change your shapes to squiggles. the bird hops around, another twig is scooped up. you glance down at your chest and stop your hands.

it's not just choked breath.

'are you crying?'

the floodgates burst.

peter digs into you, holding you so tight you almost wheeze. his shoulders shake as he sobs into you, your heart shatters as he breaks down. peter's never cried in front of you and it's fucking terrible to see.

you don't know what to do, you just act on instinct and try to wrap your arms around him like he always does to you. it always makes you feel protected and secure, it makes you feel like peter's a safe place and nothing can hurt you in his hold.

'you're okay, petey.' you're saying it for the both of you. 'you're okay.' peter thrashes his head back and forth, he doesn't agree. you steady him and say it again. 'you're okay, i promise you're okay.'

it's a little weak because you don't feel like you're fixing much but it always helps when peter says it.

'i'm here. you're gonna be okay because i'm here.' you hear a trumpet in your mind when peter crawls further up to tuck his head under your chin. it's working, you're doing good.

peter's never cried in front of a girl before. his aunt doesn't count and neither does- he doesn't let his mind go there, he's already spirling hard enough.

but you're warm and soft and really fucking loving and it's making him cry harder because it's all he wanted today and you showed up with an abundance of it.

you're crushed at the sound, if you could suffocate the sad out of him you would've already done it. 'please don't throw yourself into a panic attack.' he wasn't going to, but now that you said it he thinks he's approaching that territory quickly.

you can sense it too. you press him closer and breathe deep, his head sinks with your chest. 'do one with me.' it's weak and followed by a cough.

'one more.' he mimics you, it's better this time. peter does the third on his own, you praise him with a back rub. 'see? you're okay.' the smallest of nods, a short stutter of breath and he's sniffling to hold more in.

'let it out. you broke yourself to get to this point, let it out.' it's another wave but it's not as brutal, it's bordering on the verge of pitiful. 'you're not allowed to do this to yourself anymore, peter. i didn't say anything but next time i will. you can't stretch yourself like this, it isn't healthy.'

'i'm sorry.' he doesn't know if he's sorry for crying or for making you care this much. it's a blanket statement, he thinks. you won't let it be one. 'don't you dare say sorry. there's nothing to be sorry about.'

peter can't fathom why, but he almost spews out an i love you and it terrifies him. he feels it in his chest, there's a level of care and affection you're giving him that he's never had before. if he knew he was dying, he'd do it right here in your arms.

peter's never felt safe in another person's hold before. you'd protect him at all costs, even from himself and you just proved it. he needs to see you, he needs to see the face he calls home. he needs you to smile softly at him like he's your world because he promises this time he'd do the same.

you do exactly what he wishes and he feels a pang to his heart when you lightly wipe under his cheeks. 'are you all cried out? if not i'll bully you into more.' god, he wants to swarm you with a thousand kisses.

'i'm okay now.' he hovers over you, an arm on each side of your head. you accept a tiny kiss where your neck and collarbone meet, it's a delicate marking. 'good, you needed it. you also need to eat, and please tell me you had some water today. i'll make you anything you want, or i'll buy you dinner- anything you want, you deserve good things when you have a case of the sads.'

you don't recognize the look on peter's face but it makes you a little self-conscious, you might be a tad overbearing. 'why are you looking at me like that? am i being a little over the top?'

he's still wearing it. 'not at all.' you feel good about it, you're sticking to your guns about standing up to him if you need to. 'okay, good, because even if you said i was, i wouldn't care. i know you're mr. big strong tough man but i swear you need someone to check you sometimes because you get-'

'i really need to kiss you right now.'

you stop yourself and blink at his words. 'oh.' your cheeks feel warm, you nod one time before peter's pressing his bottom lip to your top one and lowering himself until his chest brushes yours.

it's a different kind of kiss, there's nothing behind it except just wanting to do exactly as he said. a cluster of pecks before he pulls back to look at you, you can't place what he's thinking.

'what?' peter shakes his head before going in for another, after the third time he'd failed to remove himself from you, you stop him. 'i don't care how many times you kiss me, mister. you're not getting anything until i see you eat something.'

funny. your request just makes him want to kiss you more.

#frat!peter drabbles #uni extras

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yandere-paramour · 8 months ago

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How would Vivien react to a darling. Who's terrified of them. ( I mean he kipnapped them what else would he do to them ? ) Darling would refuse to eat. ( what if they put something in the food ? ) They would have actual mental breakdown crying their eye out if he is to close of them or in the same room for to long.

Vivien's gonna have to calm down and be soft this time.

He really, really doesn't want you to feel scared or hurt around him, and the best way for him to make sure of that is for him to talk to you. He'll sit on the floor across from you, criss-cross-applesauce, with his hands in full view on his knees. He'll speak to you about how he saw you when you came into his shop one day, how he fell in love at first sight, and how he can't live without you. He's really sorry for kidnapping you, but he heard you were leaving town and he couldn't take that chance. He will never force himself on you, not as long as he lives, but he hopes you will stay with him.

First, he'll start with assuaging your fears, really putting some action to his words. He's perceptive, he knows you're afraid of him, and he can tell if you're afraid of anything he gives you. So, when he brings you dinner, he'll let you choose whichever plate you want and he'll eat the other one. He'll bring you snacks and water and juice in unopened bottles and packages so you're not worried he'll poison you. When he brings you fresh fruit, he'll eat from the bowl too. If you really want, he'll let you prepare dinner if you'll allow him to help. You really don't have to worry about him poisoning you; he'll taste-test anything you want.

Next, he'll start with treats. Anytime he comes home from work, he'll bring you something. Maybe a nice mango smoothie, maybe a cookie from the new place that opened up near his work, maybe a new book from the bookshop. Every couple of days, he'll bring you a new bouquet with a note explaining every flower in his scraggly handwriting. One by one, day by day, he'll win your affections.

Even if you start out being terrified of him, you'll slowly realize that he's really not that bad. If it makes you cry to be near him, he'll get up and leave the room whenever you come in. He'll do anything to make you feel better. Maybe one day you catch him singing to his plants one day before work, maybe you catch him talking through a drink recipe or bath bomb mixture. He'll always ask you if he wants your opinion on something, and usually, you have the final say on decisions. He'll always ask before holding your hand or touching you (excluding emergencies). You learn that he's soft and gentle and kind, and slowly your hate will turn to tolerance which will turn to affection.

One night, you'll be watching a movie on opposite ends of the couch, him being careful not to touch you and overstep any boundaries. He made some of his special drinks for you two, something with peach and rosemary, and it's good. He smiled like the sun when you said you liked it, and he offered to make it for you another hundred times, or even teach you how to make it yourself. Hesitantly, he said there was a concert he'd like to go to soon, if you'd be interested. Of course, you'd have to behave, he made that clear, but he said he'd like to go to more things with you. He doesn't like the thought of you being bored and lonely in the house.

Two months ago, you would've happily agreed and ran at your first possible opening. But now, you're not so sure. It's really not bad being here, and he's a great roommate. He cooks, cleans, and always apologizes when he loudly watches anime half the night. He always says if you want to go back to work in the future, you're welcome to, but otherwise he'll support you. All you have to do is stay with him. He's attractive, hot even; you've seen the evenings when he's come out of the bathroom, basketball shorts slung low enough on his hips that you can see the muscles pointing straight to his groin before he excuses himself to his bedroom to get a shirt. You try to avert your eyes in time, but you find you can't. Those perverted thoughts keep you up at night, but you find you don't care.

You could really see yourself loving him, being with him, being intimate with him.

Tentatively, your hand starts to move away from your side, over the seat cushions, and towards him. When your hand bumps against his leg, he almost convulses. He throws himself from his seat to the floor, immediately hurling himself into apologies, saying he didn't mean to touch you and he would never take advantage of you like that and he's really really really sorry. He's almost in hysterics as he tries to convince you that he wasn't trying to be creepy or anything, and you almost don't want to interrupt the adorably panicked expression on his face.

When you say that you were trying to hold his hand, he just looks at you for a second, like he didn't quite hear you properly. You say it again, and that doesn't change his look, but he does ask a soft "Are you sure? You don't have to" like he isn't expecting you to agree.

His hands are rough and calloused, but warm. In fact, all of him seems to be warm. His eyes aren't focused on the TV anymore, the only thought you can see running through his head is the word "HAND" repeating. But his thumb idly strokes your knuckles, and it feels as nice as you thought it would. He holds your hand for the whole rest of the movie, and mock-bows and gives it a second-long kiss before bed. He thanks you for the opportunity to hold your perfect hand and heads to his own room to sleep, not asking for anything more.

In the morning he is all smiles, making homemade bacon waffles and cut-up berries. He asks if you want to take a walk with him later and five minutes in, he shyly asks if he can hold your hand again. When you agree, he has to jump up and down a few times to expel some energy before he can do it, and you walk around the lake and feed the ducks some green peas Vivien keeps in his pockets.

That night, he knocks at your door, and when you open it, he shoves a small bouquet of blue and pink hydrangeas at you before running back to his own room. The card thanks you for the lovely day and asks if he may start dating you for real and if he might, and its totally cool if you say no because he won't force you it was just a suggestion, kiss you.

Yeah. You could see yourself loving this man sometime soon.

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awhoreintheory · 4 months ago

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(different anon) another angst idea :D Peter seeing his uncle using a gun, a weapon he despises because it so easily took away his uncle's life and destroyed his world

It will probably cause conflicted feelings for Peter

Also welcome!! Thank you for the ask :) I hope I did it justice <33

Peter won't lie. He may have gotten... attached.

Ok, ok, it sounds like a recipe for disaster. Spending time with his not-uncle from another universe? Definitely not what Mr. Falcon would've recommended, but it was actually really... nice.

He— Jason, not Benjamin here— was so like his Uncle Ben. The way he spoke, the way he laughed, even down to his reading taste. But he was so different, too. He carried himself with caution, he had more scars, his mannerisms were just slightly off, and doesn't talk about family. Ever.

Uncle Ben had loved his family so much.

His uncle had been a firefighter, then when he retired he became a police officer. He was a good man who wanted to give back to his community.

Jason wasn't a firefighter or a police officer. He said he handled real estate, and that's why he had so many apartment buildings. But, unfortunately for Jason, Peter wasn't born yesterday.

Jason was still a good man, and he did good, just... not in the same way as Uncle Ben. Peter assumed he was running with that crime lord, Red Hood. In Peter's opinion, he sounded a little scary. Who wouldn't think that when he first appeared with the flourish of eight severed heads?

But the Red Hood guy (crime lord? Anti hero? Vigilante?) Also actively tried to help Crime Alley— where Peter was currently squatting, so he consequently cared for.

Peter trailed behind Uncle— Jason, just Jason. His spidey sense adored the guy, and he knew all the cheapest places to get groceries. Also, everyone steers clear of him. No one's ever so much as attempted to mug him, which is a genuine accomplishment in this place.

"So, how long are you plannin' to follow me, kiddo?" Jason asked around a smirk, turning around just as Peter lost his cover.

Seriously, how does this guy do that??

Peter gave an exaggerated frown, running to catch up with Jason's long strides. "Seriously, how do you do that?? Are you sure you're a normal guy?" Peter gave a skeptical look, but fell into step with with his not-uncle.

"You follow me every Saturday. Are you sure you're a normal kid?" Jason gave him a skeptical look back, but otherwise slowed down for Peter.

"Hey! You always find the best prices for groceries, I need your tutelage." Peter gave a small, teasing grin. It really was like arguing with his uncle.

Jason reached out, ruffling Peter's hair. Peter batted him away, sticking his tongue out. "Ok, but in return, I need some help with my computer. It ain't workin' again. I'll pay ya'."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You're seriosuly terrible with tech." Just like his uncle.

Jason swatted at him playfully.

Peter wasn't sure if, or how, Jason knew he was homeless, but he always helped him buy non perishables that didn't need a refrigerator or to be cooked. He was thoughtful like his uncle, in that regard.

It was... nice. Being able to shop with his Uncle. Or, well, Jason. (He really needed to start enforcing that distinction before it backfired on him.) Aunt May had been a terrible cook, so Uncle Ben did most of the cooking. He taught Peter most of everything he knew, too.

Peter thanked his uncle Jason for the help shyly, promising to make it up to him by fixing his computer for free. (Jason never let him do it for free.)

Jason watched the new Alley kid, Peter Parker, walk away. From what he'd heard, he was a skittish teen who knew his way around the shadows. A little naive, but otherwise he held his own. And, for some ungodly reason, he'd taken a shine to Jason. Not Red Hood, not Jason Todd-Wayne, just Jason the apartment guy who knew where all the good sales were.

Peter looked at him sometimes like he hung the moon, and other times with bitter nostalgia. He was about 94% sure Peter was an orphan, so maybe Jadon reminded him of a parent? Or at least someone who wasn't around anymore. It was hard to tell, with how the kids had no records, and getting him to talk about his past was like pulling teeth out of a Super.

Jason let Peter turn the corner before he started to follow. Ducking into alleys and staying a healthy distance away, Jason just wanted to make sure the Kid got back to his squat ok.

Except, just a couple minutes from where Peter was staying, he was suddenly dragged into an alley. No one looked or noticed, but Jason did.

Jason did, and he was fucking pissed.

Grabbing his spare gun, Jason rushed to help his kid Peter.

—

Peter was getting mugged for his groceries. Which wasn't desirable, as his stomach was an endless pit the consumed enough for a family of six, so he was ready to knock a guy out then head back to his place.

Except... then his uncle came rushing in, telling the man to "get the fuck away before you get hurt".

His Uncle always came rushing in like this in his nightmares. Unarmed and with that limp he got from a burning beam falling on him with he was younger and a firefighter. He would rush in, yelling and unarmed, trying to save his dumbass nephew from getting shot.

He would always get shot, he'd fall, the mugger would run away, and he'd bleed out in Peter's arms.

It was his nightmare that repeated every so often, typically joined with a nightmare about May and Tony's death, too.

Except this time... his uncle had the gun.

Jason had the gun.

"I said, back the fuck away before I blow your brains out." Jason snarled, his finger flexing over the trigger in warning.

Peter stared, his mouth filling with cotton and everything going mute.

His uncle was pointing a gun at someone, ready to shoot.

His uncle was holding the thing that killed him.

Peter felt ready to throw up.

The would-be-robber dropped his knife, running away. But Peter's eyes never left his uncles hands, in the smooth and familiar way he operated the gun. How ready he was to shoot someone with it.

Its not... Peter knows, second amendment and all. It's a person's right to own a gun. It should be for protection, but it could just as easily end someone's life.

It ended his uncles.

As a police officer, sure he owned a gun, but it was always kept firmly locked up. He'd never even seen his uncle in the same room as a gun, much less holding one.

It was wrong.

"Pete, hey hey, you're ok, Peter?" His uncle kneeled in front of Peter. When had he ended up on the ground?

He continued to stare at the gun. His uncle took the hint and tucked it away with a practiced motion.

Peter's eyes watered, and he leaned over, expelling the hot dog his uncle bought him earlier. His uncle rubbed his back as he threw up, comforting him, albeit a little awkwardly.

When Peter looked back up, he saw his uncles blue— green eyes, his white and black hair, and the unfamiliar 'J' shaped scar marring his cheek, and remembered.

'This isn't my uncle.'

'This isn't my home.'

And the worst part? He felt sadder about his uncle than his home.

He had nothing to go back to, after all.

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noroi1000 · 2 years ago

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I had this idea of a Geto x reader. So in the jjk movie Geto has subordinate or slaves who worship him so what if the reader was one of those subordinates and knew the dark truth about Geto and all she wants is to runaway from him. Geto on the other hand likes y/n and she’s his favorite slave, treats her like his pet who he takes care of, and since he’s almost with her all the time, she barely has the chance to escape. He doesn’t know that she wants to escape because he thought that since he gave her everything she didn’t felt the need to leave. Until one day she did escape and he becomes crazy trying to look for her but she was gone. Let’s say about a year later the reader is living faraway in the country side and everything was peaceful until one day, he was suddenly inside her house and killed her current boyfriend, he takes her back to his temple where he locks her up away in his room, the ending can be however you want.

Puppy

Alleged NSFW,murders, kidnaping, yandere

Yandere Master Geto x servant/slave reader

Summary: You are his pet. You are his favorite servant. Do you think you could ever live another life without him? He's the one who saved your life. That's why you're his. His beloved pet. His puppy. Out of all of them, he only wants you. His sweet, beautiful and perfect puppy.

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"Well-behaved puppies are rewarded. And you're such a cute puppy that I can't be mad at you." You heard him say as you knelt on the floor in front of him. Your head is slightly tilted. Down.

There was a broken vase in front of you.

You broke it.

And you had to do it while he was around...

Why does everything that's bad happen to you?

Why did you have to break it, not someone else?

Oh, you already know why...

You are his pet...

And the people you live with here can tell right away that being his pet is the worst thing you could stay in this place.

Still, it wasn't that bad.

But that didn't encourage you to stay with him here. You don't want to be here. You don't want to live as his servant. You don't want to be his "puppy". Even if he doesn't treat you like a slave. Even if you are always welcome here. You can do much more than others can. You get gifts from him...

You are still a pet for him that he wants to care for...

Little puppies blindly follow people who care for them. It was the same with you. He's so good to you...

However, there is something that scares you about this man.

He hates people...

He hates people who aren't "sorcerers", whatever those people are...

He is a murderer...

He doesn't care what others feel. He only cares about his family. Which was a nice plus in your opinion because you've seen them together many times. Happy.

They were family. And you were his pet.

The pet he feeds, dresses, strokes. He is playing.

And he also trains his pet to have you cute, but also to listen to him. And that you will always be with him.

Because you are his favorite. And he would never give you up, because from all the time you've been here, you're his.

You have a place of honor next to him.

You spend time with him. When he sits, you sit next to him.

On his knee, next to his leg, snuggling against his thigh. Or you sit next to him, letting him do what he wants, and he will only touch you when he wants to.

He has trained his puppy to follow him. Who follows his orders.

But because of who he is... You want to run away...

You don't want to live here...

You don't want to know that you are pleasing a man who kills without hesitation. He's the darkest person you've ever known.

Even though he cares about you and you have everything here as long as you listen to him. Even though you don't have a life outside of him, because since he brought you here, you've lost everything.

Even though this is your home now.

You don't want to help a man who killed someone right in front of you.

The vase that fell on the floor collapsed because you caught the sleeve of your clothes on the cupboard as you ran to the front door.

You wear a kimono or a yukata here, according to "Geto-sama" order...

While others wear plain white, yours have light colors or patterns.

Which clearly shows the difference in how he treats you. You are his favourite.

But what you have to do here has become your lost this time. When your sleeve with pink ornaments. He touched the vase. Causing the glass to fall to the ground.

When you heard footsteps, you immediately got scared and knelt down to pick up the glass.

Then he appeared...

Your Master.

A man who gives you everything even though you don't want it.

"What happened here?" he asked looking at the mess.

"Geto-sama..." You widened your eyes slightly.

When he realizes you're too close to the exit door without his order, he'll get pissed.

When he realizes that you want to run away, he will kill you right away...

"...S-Sorry... So sorry..." you bowed harder.

You're just his servant...

You have to apologize for everything you've done. You will take the blame for everything that happens.

He has more patience with you. He treats you leniently because you are his favourite.

He won't punish you like he would others...

Whatever happens, you will take it upon yourself so that none of the people you work with here die.

You are his favorite, and he does what he wants with you. But you don't want the people you befriended to suffer.

You will take whatever he tells you to do.

Even if at some point you have to please him...

It won't be that bad because he's not disgusting.

"Look at me." He said and you obeyed and lifted your head to look at him. "Do I look like I'm expecting an apology? I'm not angry about what happened."

He straightened up, but you were still kneeling.

"Good puppies are rewarded. And you're such a cute puppy that I can't be mad at you."

Your head is slightly tilted. Down.

His hand was suddenly on your head, and he stroked your hair.

"Come on, get up. You'll hurt yourself. Others will clean it up." he called out.

You got up slowly, keeping your hands together in front of your body.

"I am your slave, Geto-sama. I can clean it up..."

"A slave? Haha... You're not a slave. You are my favorite pet. You do everything I tell you. Besides, I wanted a bath. You can leave it and go on to more important things. I don't want your hands hurt."

Pet... Exactly...

You're just a pet... You always wanted it to be something else... He was always so nice to you... And then you found out you're just a pet... It was like a punch to you...

However, what else could you expect?

You're just his servant...

You have no life outside of this place... You've been here for over a year...

And you are his chief servant. You're the only one who serves him in his private affairs.

You give him his things, you prepare his bath, you take care of his clothes. Everything related to him.

You bring him food and anything he asks for.

You have a lot of work having to be with him all the time. But that doesn't bother you. As long as you manage to protect a few friends who work with you here...

You don't want to leave them here, but their service ends here.

They are here as his servants because they had no money to pay him to perform the exorcism.

They worked out what they owed him.

But life is priceless...

That's why you'll be here for the rest of your life if you don't run away...

You will be with him as long as you live. Or you can escape.

When you first met him, he was different...

Or so you thought.

You were attacked by what he calls a curse.

As he saw the blood running down your head, he stared at the monster above you.

You were moaning for help. And he was looking at the monster.

Fascinated by the power of the curse that was upon you.

You could have died that day.

Then you were thankful you didn't lose your life.

Now you sometimes wish you had died at that moment.

You won't forget his words for the rest of your life when suddenly the pain that was attacking your body disappeared.

"I will save you for giving me that curse. However, you still owe me something. Because life is supposedly more valuable than anything. Priceless."

The next day you woke up in a clean bed. In a place you didn't know.

Where you were surrounded by people whom you see for the first time.

And they told you the whole truth.

You became his servant... And you were to be that for the rest of your life.

The place you didn't know was supposed to be the only place you'd know...

Because this is your place now. Your home. Your job.

Even if you never get paid for it.

You got life. He saved you for serving him.

A slave for life for saving your life.

You bowed to him every morning. You brought him food.

And he was smiling.

Your back was slightly bent as he walked past you. You bowed slightly to him with a small smile. To give him respect.

The fact that you'd be working for him here wasn't so bad. You had very good conditions here.

He gave you smiles.

Because he thought you were cute. That if he had to pick a favorite, he'd choose you without hesitation. Even if there were people who have been here a little longer than you.

You were called more often to go to him. That's why you noticed that he treats you a little differently than other people in this temple. You had your room. You got little gifts from Him, He wasn't angry with you. He was smiling at you.

That's why when you went to bring him a meal with a smile, other people looked at you strangely.

"How can you like this monster?"

"Are you crazy?"

"Why are you smiling when you go to him?"

"We are his servants, if we could, we would be long gone."

"I hate living here. Especially with this cruel man."

There was only one answer to all these things...

"Without him, I wouldn't be here. I wouldn't be in the world at all."

"He is nice to me. I don't understand why you think that about him. He's not cruel. He didn't do anything to me. He is nice. He even gave me a present."

You've already become his favourite...

Favorite servant.

You were so sweet.

And others didn't want to take that smile away from you, and live in this deceptive picture that it shows you for now.

As long as you could smile genuinely here, they didn't want to give you the truth.

You were such a sweet puppy to him.

A puppy who will follow his master, even if his master is about to kick it back into the fire.

However, you were his favourite, so he will guide you, but at some point he won't get rid of you.

You blindly followed what he was now showing you without revealing one very important thing.

He hated people...

He liked you very much. Just like when you started dating him.

Perhaps you were the most important person to Him.

Someone he can care about without thinking about whether you deserve it.

Because you were such a cute pet to him.

He held on, and you were tamed. You were not a wild animal. You were his puppy.

An accustomed puppy is gentle.

And you were.

Until you saw the blood flowing on the clean wooden floor.

Blood belonging to a woman who decided she'd been here long enough, and now she was leaving. Or he has to pay her to clean this temple every day.

You only heard words like "greedy monkey" and "worthless" when you were around.

But you understood what it was about.

You were standing there with clean towels

But you felt you couldn't go in there now. You felt so dark and cold from this room.

When you saw blood pouring from behind the wall, creating red streaks on the floor, you stepped back.

You heard terrified screams.

Until you finally decided to see what was going on there.

Curiosity has taken over you.

You saw your master hold the neck of one of the women. Older woman. And the body of another lay bloody on the floor. Bent, and you saw her legs being eaten by some monster...

The disgusting smell of blood made you sick.

"Is a year of your life really that much? If you don't want me to get rid of you too, don't say anything more. Unless you want to die and never come back to your family. You only have one year of work left. So don't annoy me."

You watched the long-haired man in his navy blue outfit as he let go of the woman and turned sideways.

"Clean it up." He said firmly as his curse continued eating that meal.

He then turned his head to the side and looked at you.

It clearly showed that he saw your presence.

If he...

Will he kill you now too?

You stepped back with horror written all over your face.

The towels fell to the floor, you covered your mouth with your hands as you stepped back to lean your back against the opposite wall.

You hyperventilated.

You didn't want it in your mind. You wished this never happened!

However, as your slight dizziness subsided, you saw someone in front of you. It wasn't an empty corridor.

It was your master...

"Will you prepare me a bath?" You heard his soft voice in your ears.

Whenever he spoke to you, his voice was so gentle... You couldn't tell he was mad at you.

Your jaw was trembling.

Tears flowed from your eyes. Your hands next to your face were trembling too. And you couldn't stop the trembling.

You felt some pressure on your wrists, then your hands were pulled away from your face

His hand held your wrists.

His fingers on the other hand lifted your chin to look at him.

Your eyes widened even more as she saw his cheek with a bloodstain on it. It wasn't his blood... It was definitely not his blood...

"Let's go." He said looking into your terrified eyes.

"G-Geto-sama..." You groaned with a broken voice. More tears flowed from your eyes.

he sighed.

"I hate monkeys..." Saying this, he tugged on your wrists and started walking.

Pulling you after him as he walked towards his bathroom, where with your body trembling from crying and fear, you prepared him a bath, then quickly left leaving him there alone.

When you got into your bathroom, he vomited. To feel that awful feeling in your esophagus all night long. That you're about to throw up, even if you don't.

You sat in the corner of your room, choosing a spot where he wouldn't see you right away when he opened the door.

What if he kills you now?

You don't want to be here anymore...

Your heart raced as the door was opened in the middle of the night.

Your eyes hurt from crying and being tired. But you didn't want to sleep. Not in this place.

Not until you have the assurance that you won't die any minute.

"(y/n)? (y/n)? Where are you?"

It wasn't his voice.

A woman came through the door, but you weren't there. Can make any sound...

And when he saw you, she wanted to cry when she saw your condition.

But she didn't come there to see how you were doing.

She came to tell you that Geto wants you to come to his bedroom.

You dragged your feet on the floor as you walked with the woman in that direction.

Your body felt so heavy.

Alby would be giving you signals not to go there.

These were supposed to be the last moments of your life, weren't they?

You did something wrong... You know it...

Did you offend him in some way?

He killed the person who was supposed to pay him a debt by working for him for a year.

And you have no other life. You stay here for the rest of your life...

And your end of life is imminent, isn't it?

A soft knock on his room door.

You wanted to say something to the woman next to you, but your throat hurt from sobbing.

You heard his words allowing you to enter.

You followed her inside and bowed without saying a word.

"Go out." he said to the woman next to you.

She left without a word.

"(y/n), look at me." he ordered.

Your body forced itself to look at him.

Your tired eyes met his purple ones.

He even knows your name?

You were surprised that he remembers your name... After all, you're just a worthless monkey for him. He could easily replace you with another slave...

However, this was something else.

"When I passed your room a while ago, I heard you crying. I knew you weren't sleeping." He said resting his elbow on his leg as he sat on the edge of his bed. This yukata loosely on his body.

You have your own room because you were supposed to live here forever. But now you wish you had it. Because it's on the way to his room. And he can hear you through thin walls.

Maybe it would really be better to die that day...?

"You're tired. Right?"

You didn't say anything because you didn't know what to say to him.

If he called you to kill you, he'll do it no matter what you say.

You were afraid of him. Where is this nice and gentle man?

Suddenly he got up.

"Come to me, okay?" He extended his hand towards you.

He could come to you himself, but he'd rather you do it. Because it will then clearly show him that you are still reacting to your surroundings.

People may stop perceiving their surroundings, or they may lose their mind after seeing death.

He didn't want you to be an emotionless bag.

Then you wouldn't be his favorite anymore.

He smiled slightly as he saw your feet slowly move to approach him.

Once you were in his arm's reach, he placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Don't be afraid. I could never hurt my pet." He said pulling you to his chest.

He thought people were disgusting. However, you weren't like that. You were his clean pet. That's why he didn't pay attention to it. You are HIS pet.

"My pet will always get the best stuff. As long as you're polite. And you are always polite. Cute as a puppy."

Puppy...

It was at that moment that you became a puppy to him...

A puppy that started to grow.

A puppy who had had enough of life on a tether. Even though you had everything you could want.

A puppy who started defying you to protect others.

Because even according to him, you were the strongest of all his minions. That's why you interested him. Because you were so cute and perfect for it.

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"Why did I see one of you creeping towards the exit?" he asked, standing in front of you.

He wanted to escape... You know it. He is new. He didn't want to be here.

That's why he got too close to the door. But you managed to call him back when you heard footsteps.

But he saw it anyway.

He didn't care if they were here or not.

But he didn't want to be deceived by ordinary monkeys...

That's why he couldn't let it happen.

You stood in front of him, looking at him with kind eyes.

"Geto-sama, I'm sorry, I thought the door was open. And I wanted to close it." You said standing in front of his chest.

You looked down at your feet.

I'm sure everyone was shocked that you were taking the blame.

But at the same time they knew that Geto wouldn't kill you. Because you were his favorite...

And his beloved pet.

"really?" he muttered in disbelief.

"It really was. Geto-sama. I'm sorry."

Suddenly his hand grabbed your chin and pulled your face up.

"What if you're lying?" He asked looking seriously into your eyes.

He doesn't need a fake pet...

He wants a clean, innocent and cute pet to have with him.

As he held your jaw with three fingers, two more were placed on your neck.

Your smaller hands instinctively grabbed his sleeve.

Something he never punished you for.

Just as puppies get their master's attention by tugging at the leg, you would grab his sleeve or put your hand on his.

"You're scared, aren't you?" He asked with a slight smile. "But you never lied to me."

He released your face.

"But this time I saw clearly that it wasn't you. There by the door."

You widened your eyes slightly.

"The strong protect the weak. You follow that rule, right? I'll let you go this time." he put his hand on your head and leaned down to your ear. "But show me that this mouth is capable of more than lying."

You didn't know what that sentence meant.

Were you singing to him? Were you supposed to talk to him?

But as he dragged you to his room, you saw him sit on the edge of his bed, and he pointed to the floor between his knees.

you were afraid. It is obvious.

Today he found out about your lie...

So what are you supposed to do now?

Once you were kneeling between his legs, you rested the side of your head on his thigh, the way he likes to do it.

They say you look so cute when you do that.

"I'm not someone who throws little puppies into the deep water to learn to swim. I'm someone who prefers to get used to slowly. So do everything at your own pace. I won't rush you."

You didn't know what to do, so you sat there.

Until his hand gently slid the fabric off your arm, leaving your arm and bra straps exposed.

"Are you so comfortable? The only punishment for you is that you have to do it kneeling in front of me. Like a bad girl for lying to me. But I can put a blanket under your knees or whatever."

You nodded your head to the side.

You saw his hands spreading the sides of his yukata.

"I don't want to just have a cute and so pretty pet to look at you and stroke your head. Cute pets do what their masters want, right? In this they fulfill the needs of their master." He sent you a smile. "You are a very useful and lovable pet. But I want more than what is now."

You shivered as you realized what he meant.

Show him that your mouth is capable of more than lying?

Your mouth is also capable of sinning with him.

You slowly grabbed the strap of his clothes and untied it to reveal his bare skin.

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"Thank you for saving me... He didn't do anything to you, did he?" A young boy you saved from certain death asked you.

"No. I'm fine. He didn't do anything to me. You have nothing to thank for." You replied.

I don't think any of them wanted to know what was in the mouth that uttered such soothing words for them.

"He didn't do anything to you either, did he?"

"No... Thank you, it's thanks to you."

You're used to taking the blame.

In their eyes, Geto is a monster.

So now you can easily say you're sinning with a monster.

If they knew, they would look at you with disgust...

Or with compassion?

You are his favourite. You have his trust, and you will always be with him because you will not leave.

Those who are also won't be here for long.

A year at most.

You will try to endure so much for them.

And then you will run away too.

___

Your mouth is capable of talking to him.

Your mouth is capable of singing to him.

Your mouth are capable of kissing him when he wants to.

Your mouth is capable of pleasing him.

Your mouth is capable of sinning with him.

You're just a pet who feels comfortable that you've been given trust that you can use to keep people safe who may yet leave this place.

The pet he keeps on a leash someday will no longer be on his hand.

They will leave this place safely.

You will leave this place knowing that when he finds you, you will die as punishment.

One day before they were supposed to leave for their homes, you got out of his bed as he caressed your body as if enjoying the softness of a fluffy animal.

You left his room.

Not wanting to go back there again.

Covering your loose clothes with the red marks on your arms left by him.

Without turning on the light, you walked through familiar corridors to see people who believed in you standing by their rooms with small smiles.

You were ashamed that you had to leave them that day.

Out of them all, you had the best life here.

Geto never forced you to do it. Apart from staying here.

You grabbed the metal door handle outside, and pushed it open. Not wanting to look back lest you regret leaving them without your protection for one last day.

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Their clothes were torn.

Their bodies.

As the curses dragged them all brutally from their rooms.

They were thrown on the floor which he washed so thoroughly yesterday.

Everyone in turn.

"Where she is?" they heard a strong voice above their heads as curses pressed their heads to the floor to bow.

When he woke up in the morning, you weren't curled up next to him in bed.

You weren't in your room. You were nowhere.

As he passed by the rooms, he released curses one by one.

And he stopped on his landing.

"She?" one woman asked.

"Don't act dumber than people are."

"You are human. Then you're as stupid as we are. If she's not here, she won't be here!"

He snorted as he passed by.

"If you don't want to die one day before your job here is done, shut up." He snarled, the curse pressing his claws to her throat.

That old woman has always protected you. Even if she didn't have to. That's why she annoyed him the most.

He left the room and, opening the door to the outside, opened holes for his curses.

"Find her. Seek until you find her. And she'll come back here." he said, and snapped his fingers for the curses to seek.

You were tiny compared to this whole world.

And how far could you be? He didn't know it.

But he was sure of one thing.

When his curses have searched every nook and cranny, you will appear.

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A year of freedom was something you worked so hard for.

So much fear just to make it all right now.

Since he didn't show up a year later, he's not looking for you anymore, is he?

You have a new life.

Even though you can't get acquainted with that former one.

Your boyfriend is nice. You live in a village on the other side of Japan.

He will never find you.

It's such a small village that no one has heard of it.

You have a bus that you take every day 20 minutes to the city where you work.

You have a boyfriend with whom you plan a future together.

You never told him what happened to you. And you don't feel the need. It is irrelevant. It doesn't exist for you.

It doesn't exist. He doesn't force you to say what you don't want to say.

You were on the bus texting him. Just like it always was.

It was cute.

But at some point he stopped texting back.

You realized he might have gone to the restroom or something.

But suddenly you got another message.

"You're coming home."

You thought maybe he forgot to add a question mark at the end.

That's why you just texted him back.

"I am coming"

You got an answer in no time.

"I'm waiting."

You were surprised because your boyfriend never used dots in messages when he texted you.

But it was his phone.

You got off near your house and walked there.

You had a strange feeling on your back.

Maybe it's the excitement?

You've been waiting for the day you'll have a fiancé, not a boyfriend.

You want to start a family.

You didn't know you'd get this opportunity.

But not quite the way you want.

"Baby, I'm home!" You exclaimed as you put your shoes back on the shelf. "Honey?"

"You let a piece of trash like that touch you?"

You turned around quickly as you heard a familiar voice.

It can't be possible.

Maybe it's because you were thinking about him today, are you hallucinating?

"If you don't know where to go, go to me. I said I'll walk my puppy."

You turned on the light in the house, only to see the living room full of blood splatter. Floor and walls.

Your boyfriend's phone is on the floor.

You stepped back and started to vomit in the corner of the corridor when you saw your boyfriend's head hanging in the dark haired man's hand. Covered in blood. A piece of spine protrudes from the severed neck. A torn body.

The rest of his body lay under his leg. When he was standing on his back with one leg.

"We could have avoided it. I know you can't stand the sight of it." He said before throwing his head to the floor.

He looked at you with a serious face.

His hands in blood. His black clothes sticking to his body due to the stickiness of the substance.

"Someone as disgusting as him touched you... What was he better at than me? You had everything. And you ran away just to live in a house like this and make a pittance of money to live on. And someone like that. With a monkey. Did you want his bastards? I could have given you a much prettier one than his."

You backed up inch by inch.

"The longer you are not in your house, the longer they are there."

"What...?" You moaned softly.

"Your FRIENDS won't be back home as long as you don't in your home. But don't worry. Now you're finally coming home. So where do you belong."

Suddenly, you felt something large wrap around your neck tightly.

"I don't want to damage my cute pet, that's why I do it."

You held on to what's around your neck, However, you couldn't stop the tentacles pressing against your windpipe that you couldn't breathe.

Until finally your limbs gave up and you hung almost unconscious. Your face is red, blue from lack of oxygen.

You felt like you were falling for a very long time.

Your lungs may have taken in air. But you couldn't move.

Your body was held. You didn't move and your body moved.

You felt warm hands on your body as your throbbing, aching head lay on something hard and warm.

How is your life?

At least you could help someone you wanted to be free...

"Baby... (y/n), how are you feeling?" You heard a pleasant call next to your head.

It hurt when you opened your eyes.

"You just have to take care of her. No fussing. I'll be right back anyway." You heard a second voice. Male.

"Yes, Geto-sama."

Something warm appeared on your forehead.

The woman gently stroked your forehead.

"Why are you here...?" you asked quietly. "Yesterday everyone left..."

"I can't leave myself here... Why should you suffer for helping us?” she asked a little louder.

"You should have left with them. Go home."

"My family has come to terms with the fact that I will be gone. Besides, I'm working here as his maid now. I can go out. But I won't leave you here... I'll help you escape from here..." she said with tears in her eyes.

You smiled slightly.

"I'm not running away from here... I can't... Besides... It's probably too late to get rid of the connection with him. No matter what I do, he'll take me back. Even though he's a monster to you, he's not that bad. Even though he's a monster. But I was the one who sinned with that monster. It will be too late to end it now."

You stood up, sitting on the mattress, one hand covering your bare breasts and the other hand placed on your stomach.

He could give you prettier ones than his?

Was that what he meant tonight?

When she saw what your body looked like, she covered her mouth with her hand. Seeing the marks on your skin.

She uncovered you completely to help you go to the bathroom.

A wet spot oozed between your thighs.

"He-." she stopped, feeling bile rising in her throat at the thought.

"He didn't rape me. Don't worry. Not now, not during all the times before that…” You laughed. “Consider me disgusting. I'm just a pet that's with him. But believe me, he's not as mean as you think..."

"Why isn't she in the bath yet?"

You turned your head to the side to see him standing there shirtless by the bed.

"Go fill the bath with hot water." he said before walking over to you.

You stared at the quilt, covering your body with your hands.

He picked you up and slowly walked towards the bathroom where warm steam was already rising from the water.

He put you in the water as soon as it was enough.

Chasing the woman away, he undressed and stepped into the water, placing you between his legs. Laying down on his chest.

It made you feel better through the water.

"Geto-sama... When are you going to get tired of me as a pet to play with?" You asked quietly.

Maybe he'll get rid of you.

"I'm not getting rid of my favorite puppy. You are my beloved pet that I will never let go in my life. The only ordinary human I want in my life, and I don't want to lose it. That's why you will always be here with me from now on."

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x you #yandere geto suguru #geto smut

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justash02 · 2 years ago

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Womanizer~ 01

Plot; Everyone who knew who Tom Kaulitz was knew that he was girl crazy, he's very well known for having girls around him all the time.

Pairing; Tom Haulitz x Fem!Reader

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"Wow that was amazing Tom." The girl flirty said next to the boy, he didn't even know who this girl was, but as long as she could please him it's enough for him.

Tom likes to think he doesn't care about love, if he could stick his dick in a girl real quick he was happy. He didn't care about dates, cuddles, or anything really.

It was just more convenient this way, he didn't have any responsibility that comes with relationships but still got the in his opinion the best thing out of it.

He stays quiet as he starts to get dressed again, "You're not gonna clean me up?" She asked confused and slightly hurt at his way of being.

"I have practice babe." He spoke, he looked over to the blond girl and smirked. "Gotta go now." She just nodded, looking down at her thighs that were covered in the fluids of sex.

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Y/n's POV.

"Must be love on the brain~ that's got me feeling this way. It beats me black and blue but it fucks me so good and I can't get enough~ must be love on the, brain~"

The studio went silent for a second before clapping filled the other room, my eyes shot over to my band and manager.

"That might have been our best take yet! You did great Y/n/n!" Clair said running over to me. She quickly threw her arms around my neck hugging me.

I laughed hugging the girl back, "Couldn't be done without your beautiful song writing Clair." I said rubbing her back. The blue haired girl slightly pulled away but kept her arm around my shoulder keeping me in a side hug.

A hand appeared above me petting my head, "Great job." Adam said, his black curls hung in front of his eyes as he gave me a side smile. I nodded feeling my cheeks heat up.

"Where's Ben?" I asked looking at Clair, "He went to grab some food, we're ordering Y/F/F." I smiled big before nodding. "This albums gonna be amazing!"

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And Clair was right, our album ANTI went viral all over Germany and across the world.

Suddenly our 50 fans became thousands, it was scary at first. We got hate at first, but that soon was overshadowed by the amount of love and support we got from fans.

Everywhere where we went people seemed to know who "XO" it was, strange, At first, being famous I mean.

We couldn't go out and eat without being asked for pics, we couldn't shop anymore without being recorded by paparazzi.

It was exhausting but also amazing! We got to see the world differently.

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"Please welcome, XO!" The interviewer announced. Clair put her hand on my back, her black painted nails gently scratching my back to calm me down. I took a deep breath before we started walking to the couch as a group.

We all sat down, I sat next to Ben and Adam. "It's so nice to have you guys here." She began. "It's very nice to be here thank you." Adam said.

Ria, the interviewer, smiled at Adam before grabbing the cards that were next to her on the small wooden table, I looked over at Clair, her short hair suited her so good and you could really tell she was getting more confident.

Ben on the other hand was kinda of trembling under the pressure, he has told us before that if he didn't have us that he would've quit already. His dirty blond hair was long and shined in the lights from the stage we were sitting on.

Adam was the best group leader you could have, I'm glad we all decided that he should pull us through it. Without him we wouldn't have been here now. He's confident as well but in a good way, he knows what to say to us to get us to give it our fullest and I'm so incredibly grateful for that.

"So," Ria's voice ran through the mic, "Many fans want to know about you guys band name, why XO?" She asked looking at us.

Adam looked over at Clair giving her the word, "X stands for the men in the group and O for the women, it shows that being different and having different looks on things shouldn't be a bad thing." She said smiling, her dimples coming through so firmly.

Ria smiled and nodded, she flipped over to the next card and read over it quickly, "Y/n, we understand that you're the voice of XO, is there someone who you look up to that has inspired you to sing?" She asked.

I sat up a bit and nodded, a smile forming on my face, "I think that should be Tokio Hotel's Bill Kaulitz." I said, "He's my latest inspiration."

"So there's maybe room for a collab?" She said smirking.

"Well, I definitely hope so."

#x reader #imagines #tom haulitz #Tom haulitz x reader

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umbra-borealis · 3 months ago

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Dimitri Lousteau is the most 'human' villain in Sly Cooper

Hello and welcome to my TEDtalk, I've been meaning to type out my yapping for a long time but always talked myself out of it because I mean, this is coming from a guy with Dimitri for a pfp and I figured people would just take it as a guy on tumblr simping for a weird lizard but no. The reasons I care for Dimitri the way I do goes pretty deep and I could sit here and talk about it point by point but to save us both some time (and because I am DEAD tired) I made a graph!

I used Luciano, my little sona, to personify myself in this.

I focused mainly on formative things and similarities in personality without inserting headcanons, even if based on traits or even symptoms I recognize. Most of these are rather straight forward but some run a little deeper. The funny pattern here (maybe aside from the drug thing lol) is that there's a high likelihood that you reading this right now can at least relate to just one or two things on those list and while you could argue that you could do the same with other characters, I picked these traits because in my opinion they ride that thin line between just relatable enough to apply to a lot of people, but not too superficial to be on the same an interest or hobby. Anyone can get upset when angry, it's HOW you express that anger that says something about you as a person for instance.

I also want to quickly mention that yes, a LOT of characters in Sly Cooper are very human, but I said 'villain' for a reason. After all I don't think your average college kid can relate to Contessa, Rajan or Panda King because mass brainwashing, destroying villages and being a literal drug lord are bordering on supervillain and that's not what Dimitri is. A supervillain can be relatable to a degree as well, but it makes sense that the Panda King had to have a whole Moment TM (several really) to come to terms with the kind of person he allowed himself to become. When we see Dimitri in Sly 3, he seems to have already done this perhaps because his sins aren't nearly as great. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'll insert a read-more here but I'd like to ask you to keep reading anyway if you can because my biggest pet peeve is that Dimitri is seen as a dumb, sleazy (and old??? which is dumb and I got math to back up that he's not in fact in his 40s during Sly 2 lmao) lizard who's only good as a level 1 boss for beginners to learn the game and all he's remembered for, though fair, is his manner of speech and not what he's REALLY saying. None of you ever picked up on what he was throwing down so I'm going to spell it out for you.

(PS I have ADHD and it's 3 AM so go easy on me this is coming from the HEART baby)

To make it easier on myself and you, I'm going to start sectioning the word soup in my head into four categories based on Dimitri's enterprises and roles and just kinda... waffle on about my thoughts regarding them. I'll start superficial and work my way down to the Deep Shit. Feel free to skip around to whatever interests you since I include some lore too, though changes are you're already aware of said lore.

Lets start with:

Dimiti, the club manager.

Nightclubs, and the people that run them tend to have a bit of a sleazy stereotype attached to them, which I suppose is fair. Though a large chunk is attributed to movies and other media, there were in fact some really large and important movements surrounding nightlife and club culture. Just look up the Club Kids if you want to go down a rabbit hole, in short they were a fairly large group of partiers from the 90s who contributed a LOT to fashion and art movements as well as being generally very fluid when it came to gender. Unfortunately that too would eventually be plagued by drugs and members getting addicted to drugs. Again, I digress.

Dimitri is seen partying in the intro of his chapter in Sly 2,

which is a nice touch because not only is it in-character, it's something that would actually happen. Owners of a popular joints would be popular or just enigmatic figures that would regularly get subjected to patrons schmoozing up to them. Some weren't a fan but there were many that soaked up the attention, bought rounds on the house when business was good, maybe get a little TOO cocky with confidence. It's a bit too simple to look at Dimitri in relation to all this info and say 'no doi he was in it for the money it checks out.' because if you spend enough time in his club or just, in the safe house after placing the bug there's signs of more going on.

We KNOW Dimitri is a criminal and he did his whole art forgery business on the side, or maybe it's the other way round? Either way he seemed fairly confident in his skills with this. His biggest risk being that time he tried to marry someone over a STATUE. (Really dude?) So then why was he so damn paranoid? While you could argue that he was sippin' his own supply I don't think that's what it was. He was so paranoid he played his music super loud in almost all areas of the club JUST to keep his security detail awake through-out night and day, whenever his club wasn't open to the public. To compensate he would promise them they could all 'retire early'. with that fake confidence chuckle that masks a sense of 'haha please don't abandon me'

So, ever heard of Imposter Syndrome? Because his behavior as a club owner SCREAMS it. He wasn't JUST cocky and sleazy, he was simply fitting in with the culture of the time because *everyone* was overly confident, over confidence was something to be admired, something to look at and go 'yeah that guy has it figured out' while in reality most struggled with something, anything. So what is Imposter Syndrome? To keep it short and blunt, the overwhelming feeling that you're not worthy of your accomplishments. We know that Dimitri is a 'failed' artist who turned to forging art to make money, it could just be a sense of guilt telling him something he's not ready to hear so he starts overcompensating and this insecurity bleeds into Sly 3 after Sly puts him in his place. His success with this insanely toxic coping mechanism lands him a new enterprise.

Dimitri, the Spice distributor.

Rather than going chronological, I'm going through the 'layers' that is this lizard. So if his career as a club owner is the tip of the ice berg with some neat little facts and info about the stereotype he conveys, this subject is a tier deeper. Dimitri the Spice distributor is Dimitri the next level criminal, or so he thinks. When you think about it, it's pretty strange that they gave Dimitri some Clockwerk parts at all. He was never mentioned by the other Klaww Gang members and thus seemingly not missed either when he was the first to get busted. In fact, nobody was upset that their DISTRIBTOR was arrested, putting a hold on their primary income... or so we thought until the Contessa was revealed to have a rather large and lucrative side hussle Dimitri probably could never compete with. Dimitri was expendable, sure he had a role and he played it well but he was also a loss they could cope with without much harm done to their wallets or their pride.

I think about it often, Dimitri in his jail cell, maybe hearing from another criminal or even his lawyer after the whole Clock-La thing about the full scope of the plan. He might've gotten a reduced sentence for ratting the other members out because if you think back to his legendary conversation with Sly he really doesn't seem to know what he's talking about. ("What is it with clocks bro!?") All of Dimitri's other crimes aside, he was young and naive, Sly 3 reveals he came from some form of poverty as well so it makes sense that he'd chase easy money. That's all it was though, he wanted the money and the fame, he didn't want to brainwash an entire city, he didn't know about the giant robot owl. He's once again left feeling like a failure, this time one that was easy to fool and all the confidence he had as a criminal would've seeped out of him, starting this weird cycle of him trying something only to be caught breaking the law and ending up where he began.

Like I said all of this would bleed into Sly 3 and it's pretty damn neat that for how little lines he had and how little he was on screen, they managed to convey this well in my opinion. By the time we reach Sly 3, most of us don't remember him as a Spice distribtor at all. Which leads me to...

Dimitri the Artist.

Being an artist is a pretty broad term and while we know Dimitri as a painter, I think he applies his artist mindset in way, way more. He's genuinely creative an smart, he thinks out of the box to protect his secrets and to cover his tracks. His identity as an artist is also his most vulnerable and 'real' self. Folks will say art is about self expression and usually mean conveying complex topics with pretty pictures or thought provoking stories, however it can be apparent in smaller ways too and the most obvious thing for Dimitri is his business in forging art. Think about it this way:

Picture you don't speak a LICK of english, you're from a lower in-come family or even straight up poverty but you grew up on tall tales of your grandpa being a total badass who lived freely and seizes every opportunity he could to make money... or take it rather but you get the idea. Your grandpa used his talents as a diver and deep down, you know what your talent is. It's art. So you somehow manage to move across the world to Paris, go to an art school work your ass off to develop your own style, your own identity and when it came to making a name for yourself you were rejected super hard. You're now probably in debt, in a foreign country and all you're known for is being the art community's clown.

One thing that gets overlooked is that Dimitri's paintings aren't actually that bad.

He very clearly knows the basics quite well, he's using color theory to shade and add depth but as he goes from student to independant artist, he breaks away from the basics and develops a style. His color use becomes brighter, he adds little stars just because why not? He likes em! This style is PERFECT for the nightlife club scene he ends up in down the line of course, but in the world of pretentious parisian artist hipsters? Absolutely not. So while he's just being himself, he's shown that that isn't allowed, that wont get him success. It reminds me of artists who say shit like 'I'll just learn to draw furry porn I guess!' thinking it's a guaranteed money printer (heh) and whether they enjoy making that kind of content is irrelevant, which leads to burn out or in case they DO find success, imposter syndrome. The dread that you do not deserve this recognition because it's not something you're actually that passionate about, not something you want to be known for. Say what you will about Dimitri but he never compromised. And while the cutscene shows shoddy painted depictions of classical paintings, I think this was more to illustrate him forging paintings to a younger audience than imply he was a bad painter as just before those crappy version, we see what's probably the REAL version he would've painted and sold.

This is conjecture on my part but I have to believe it because well, art forgery is HARD. You'd have to actually be a freaking genius to do it and sell it for so high, you can just afford what is basically a freaking opera house in PARIS and turn it into a nightclub. Also did I mention Dimitri just, HAS a ~mansion~ in Monaco? Because he does.

I've also always liked that scene for the expression on his face. It's smug, it's so full of petty, passve aggressive anger, a stubborness to admit defeat and instead to just 'prove a point' even if that point is lost to the means being SUPER illegal. That being sad, I don't think any of us feel bad over this man stealing a couple thousand from billionaire pockets. Billionaires that probably have their own little illicit ways to get that cash. Funny... It seems Sly isn't the only one who steals from other criminals.

And you might've stuck around this long and gone 'Umbra, get to the fucking POINT already." to which I have good news.

Dimitri, the Marine Iguana.

My favorite part, feel free to skip ahead to this headline if you want.

So who is this guy anyway? Well, from Sly 3 we see that he has a mother, a sister and his grandparents and that's about it as far as we can tell.

Just look at that smile! He looks like your average, awkward teenager. No struggling on the streets from what we can tell, no bullying by bigger kids, no weird sociopathic tendencies, no childhood trauma or grudges. The events that changed him seem to all have happened after he left for Paris. Sure it aint much to go off of but even if his life was hard, it seemed he was close with his grandfather and got to know him for a decent couple of years. Marine Iguanas are, like the name implies, an aquatic species of reptile. They're well adapted to land but due to low food availability in-land, they migrated to the beaches and started living off of sea algae, learning how to dive in the process. Even in Sly 2 the devs included plenty of references to Dimitri's affinity for water. The windows in the dancefloor area of his club are partially submerged, there are two massive aquariums in his office, he lives on a boat (or hides there anyway) and has several water features but inside and outside his club.

When you take a step back and look at all that, Dimitri is... just a guy who left his home country, his family, to follow a dream only to have that dream shatter and he's left to pick up the pieces all alone, making poor choices in the process. Choices based on anger and a broken heart. And the truth of the matter is that ALL of this, could happen to anyone. Granted in varying different ways as not everyone's life is the same and not everyone will make the same choices but I think many of us had a dream career as a kid only to become a jaded adult who thinks it's unrealistic or only does that thing as a hobby, I think there's many of us that remember the moment our hearts were broken and we realized the cold, unforgiving nature of real, adult life.

We see the effect of ALL of this come to a head in Sly 3, when at first he's not sure if he should still be mad at Sly for putting him in jail while he's currently the only guy he knows that COULD break him back out of jail as well. He still overcompensates, he's still overly confident and he put himself in that cell but still, he honors his word and helps Sly and Bentley find their friend. Then in Holland we see him behind a bar, seemingly as if he's actually got a job as a bartender there. Heck, he DOES have a job! He's the announcer! He may not super like it but he's being humbled by it all the same and when Sly comes for help a second time, the bravado is gone for a moment. He expresses genuine fear, not necessarily for his own safety but for losing a job, for *failing*. Of course the right answer in this scenario is to hype up his confidence again. And because Sly has proven himself to be trustworthy in the past he figures he can trust him with a favor of personal, sentimental value. If anyone would understand how it feels to have your family name dishonored and an heirloom stolen, it's Sly and Dimitri knows that damn well.

I think this is about as real as Dimitri can get, aside from the whole scuba gear thing. I know the gang is disguised but I don't think Dimitri is at all. I think that's just... what he likes to wear, further making me think he's just a regular guy with so much heart ache he lashe out in some pretty vile ways. Tortured artists are known to do some crazy shit after all. And while he continues to be his funny eccentric self we know him to be, he starts to have his first real moments of genuine care and loyalty while a part of the Cooper Gang. He tells Bentley he 'has his own flavor' which is his way of telling him that he's unique an valid the way he is. He dives after Sly's cane in VERY dangerous waters, risking injury or even his life, no questions asked. He sends Bentley postcards and letters to let his friend know he's safe and doing well. But perhaps something that hits me harder than any of that, is how angry and shocked Dimitri looks upon Sly's 'retirement announcement'.

Here he was thinking he made a friend out of Sly, and just like that he was gone. It makes me wonder if he held onto that grudge or not but a part of me likes to imagine that he didn't. I think his time with that gang made him realize that although he might not understand and he might be upset, it's not all about him. If anything he silently continued the rivalry by seeing how many girls he could cram into one post card with him to one up Sly's act of running off with a girl himself or perhaps he took it as a sign to make a career switch as well. Either way, Dimitri ended up changing for the better, he became himself in the end. A sweet, goofball iguana who loves the ocean and loves to paint. Making money became a nice bonus rather than his main focus.

Coming from a similar, rough background, having gone to therapy and trying to find my place in the world, this gives me hope. Hope that if I look hard enough, I can find my niche too and that being myself is the best I can be. If you read all this, thank you. I fgured it was best to just get it ALL out at once. I hope it was a fun read or made you look at Dimitri a little differently.

#Sly Cooper #sly 2 band of thieves #sly 3: honor among thieves #Dimitri Lousteau #If there's typos suck it up #It's now 4 AM

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iri-desky · 22 days ago

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○ Hi, TikTok people! ○

Soooo, I rarely ever make posts that address current events like this. Additionally, I doubt that most people on TikTok will be take refuge on Tumblr of all places. That being said, if you happen to be a newcomer to this site who came from TikTok, welcome! It's so nice to have you here!! We're so glad to see you. Now, here's the thing about Tumblr-- Tumblr and Tiktok are basically polar opposites. Lemme rephrase that; there's a lot to learn if you don't know much about here.

So, here's some tips to get you started!

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• Reblog, reblog, reblog. Reblogging is a way for artists, text posts, and other posts to get seen! It shows them to more people since this site really doesn't have any algorithm. You can reblog literally anything you want as long as the post doesn't have reblogs turned off. Did that text post make you laugh? Reblog it! Did you like that fanfic concept? Reblog it! Did you like that art? Reblog it! You don't need to if you don't want to, but it's very much allowed. "Will I cross someone's boundaries if I reblog too many times?" Nope. Reblog as much as you want, be as weird as you want. Plenty of artists on here take it as a compliment and a sign of excitement. You don't need to be as afraid on here.

• THERE IS NO ALGORITHM!! Everyone on Tumblr over here is equal and clout means basically nothing over here. We just like cool art, funny stuff, and cool ideas. Post your stuff to the tag and just watch as people who are interested in it come to you. We're just here to have fun--this isn't a game of clout. Sit back, relax, and find your people! The days of clout are no more.

• We Tumblr users LOVE reading and writing! It's in our nature. So you're probably gonna see a lot of long posts on here with blocks of texts. Don't be scared of it, check some of them out! That said, short but sweet posts are fun over here too. Feel free to type as much as you want. We have unlimited text over here! It's so cool.

• Speaking of writing and tags, remember how you had to censor your words on TikTok? No need. You can say literally whatever over here and you don't have to fear getting banned. The days of "unalive" and "sewer slide" are ALSO no more. SPEAKING OF WHICH. A lot of users still put tws on their posts and tags. If you're shoving it in the tags, PLEASE do not censor it. It won't filter it if they're using a blacklist.

• The first thing you should do over here after you get your account set up if make your blog look special. Change it to whatever color you want, change the font of your title, change your title to something funny, and change your pfp and banner. It's all to make it you! It also doesn't matter if it's something random for now--us Tumblr users are very wary against bots, and we often block anyone who doesn't have a customized account. Just take your time and have fun, but make sure you don't get blocked by the people you don't want to block you over something silly like looking like a bot!

• You can post videos on here too! Feel free to upload old TikToks you save! I've seen a lot of other TikTok refugees who want to see some old content. I never was on TikTok, though I think it'd be neat to see your old stuff.

• There's lots of communities on here for even the smallest of stuff. If you have a niche interest, go ahead, include it into your introduction-- no one will judge on here and you just might find someone else who's just as crazy over it. You can check the tags for other people who posted about it, too! It's fun to go scrolling through the tags. I included Ducktales 2017 in my interests list--I didn't lose any cool points. I even still post about it! Literally be as weird as you want. We don't care, you have no limits. This is a fandom haven!

• You can have opinions here. Post about the most random crap you want and spit whatever opinions you have, people are very non-confrontational on here. Use your blocklist, you have it for a reason. Blacklist tags you don't want to see. Again, be as weird as you want. You WILL find your people. Just don't go fighting people--unlike TikTok, we'd rather live our lives on here and having beef with other people isn't going to give anyone any clout. You're GOING to see upsetting stuff and opinions that conflict yours (after all, there's no algorithm), but that's okay. Just engage in your interests, speak your opinions, block when you neef to, and enjoy.

Other tumblr users, feel free to add any extra points in the replies!

Oh, and if you're a TikTok refugee who happened to read this, feel free to introduce yourself in the replies. I like meeting new people and it'd feel nice to know this helped someone!

~ Sincerely, Iridesky, a weird individual who loves writing and has way too many interests to count

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luveline · 2 years ago

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Hi! I have a req for zombie Steve! Maybe one about the day they got stuck in the taco truck and he asked reader to sing for him! Sending all my love to you Jade! 🥰

thank you for your request! steve zombie au —you and steve get stuck in a taco truck with no idea what you mean to one another. 3k, fem!reader

You and Steve stand side by side. The wind is gentle, the sun occluded by a swath of thin clouds. He has a hand reached out to touch your thigh as you stand there, his knuckles pressed to your jeans with light pressure.

"I wish," you begin, a dangerous game, "that someone was about to open the shutter and ask us what we want."

Steve doesn't laugh, but he huffs through his nose. He's growing softer and softer these days, which isn't to say he's soft at all, but he's less coarse. His grumpiness wanes. You think it might have something to do with your sleeping in his lap nearly every night, arms wrapped around his waist while he sits and keeps watch as you rest. Sometimes when he wakes you up to take over, he even deigns to sleep on your thigh.

It's hard to be mad at each other while you use one another like pillows. Hard, yet not impossible.

"I wish I was living on a private island," Steve says. "With a private chef. And–"

"Private dancers?" you tease.

He does smile, then. Like you're friends. Like you could be more. You hope so —he kissed you two weeks ago and he hasn't said a thing about it since. You'd hoped he might kiss you more, but you're content (kind of) with this odd in between.

He doesn't regret it, surely, having been nice to you on multiple occasions since; smoothing your cheek with his knuckle, or nudging you affectionately when you say something meant to be funny. Tiny moments of sweetness.

He'd been sweet before every now and then. Steve isn't mean. He can be, but that isn't the centre of his character. He's brave, loyal, and good to you. He's funny when he lets himself be, and he'd surprised you by being rather creative a few weeks ago, when he'd found a stone that felt gritty and scratched the two of you onto a stretch of sidewalk. "There," he said, giving sidewalk-you an oddly pretty smile, "maybe one day someone will know we were here together."

Together.

"Should we go in?" Steve asks, shielding his eyes from the sun.

In another welcome warming toward you, Steve asks you your opinion more and more.

"Is there any point?" you ask.

"All the food is spoiled for sure, but maybe it'll be worth it. My knife is still stuck in that geek's skull in Masy Daisy. There's probably one in the truck I can replace it with."

"Or a spatula, if not."

"Maybe a ladel," he agrees. "Alright, come on. I'm gonna lift you through the window."

"Why are you going to lift me through the window?" you ask, startled.

"For the knife?"

"But why not the door?"

"Door's locked, genius."

"Why don't I lift you through the window?" you ask. "And shouldn't we at least try the door?"

You try the door and Steve doesn't mock you when it doesn't work, because it had been sensible to test it even if the chances were low. He slides his fingers under the shutter and lifts it until it locks from opening any further, rusty paint specks flaking to the ground.

"You'll have to lift me," he says, as though you hadn't suggested it yourself. Infuriating. "Do you think you can?"

"You don't think I can?" you ask.

His gaze softens, just a bit. "You could barely move the day before yesterday. It's cool if you still feel achy."

He feels guilty for letting you drink water that went bad. It had been a mix up. You asked him to pass you the water bottle and he'd grabbed one someone left behind a long time ago, unaware it was the wrong one until you'd thrown up an hour later. Terrifying, how quickly it upset your stomach. He put a new rule in place swiftly after that any debris in your camps must be swept to the side of the room, even if you're both exhausted.

"I don't feel achy. The only thing that's bothering me is my sore throat," you confess, squaring your jaw. "Come on, Harrington, I can lift you. I'm super strong."

"You're strong," he agrees. "Okay, uh, am I climbing on your back or are you gonna boost me?"

"Boost."

You make an anchoring point with your hand and Steve, after giving you a strange look, pulls the shutter open again and steps into your hand. You're expecting him to be somehow lighter and heavier than he actually is —your hands hurt from the pinpoint of his weight but you'd thought it would be harder to lift him up, and so you'd been trying to give it your all.

"Oh, shit–" Steve's curse is cut off by a loud thump and crash, a clattering of metal against metal as the shutter swings shut behind him.

"Steve!" you shout. Your voice isn't used to yelling. "Steve? Are you okay? I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!"

He's laughing inside, but when he pops his head back out of the truck he glares at you. "What's that about?" His glare melds into a softer look. "You're way stronger than you look."

"I'm sorry," you say.

"It's fine," he says, emphasising with a smile. "It's only a concussion."

You frown at him. He mocks your frown.

He's definitely flirting with you.

"What do you want?" he asks.

"For you to be quick. I'm getting the heebies out here."

"Well, don't say I never tried to grant your wish," he says.

He puts the shutter of the taco truck onto a locked hinge so it keeps itself up and turns away from you. The counter isn't so far from the floor after all, and you can see pretty much everything he does as he scans the interior for useful things.

He grabs a kitchen knife that looks sharp and a saucepan with a hole at the end of the handle that looks perfect for tying to his backpack, passing them down to you carefully.

"There's, uh, there's some t-shirts in here, taco truck shirts. Shit, that's hilarious, should we take them?"

"Yeah," you say, happy if he's happy, "we can be matching."

"Sweet."

Steve climbs up onto the counter. You hold your hands out to help him down, and for a second you think he might let you, his hand in yours. His gaze snags left, and he pitches back into the truck on a mad scramble.

You turn to where he was looking, catch a snapshot of what looks like a writhing hill approaching you, and then Steve's grabbing your forearms hard in his grasp and hissing, "Climb up! Climb up, Y/N. Grab me!"

Your heart rockets into your mouth as you grab his shoulders, fingers aching as they twist into the fabric of his jacket. Steve yanks you inside, and you almost break his chin with your forehead as you topple inside and on top of him, the two of you hitting the short length of flooring with a bang.

"Stay down," he says, hand behind your head, "and be quiet."

Your forehead hurts from hitting into him. You can't imagine how his chin feels. Pulse capering with fear-wrought adrenaline, you hide your face in his neck and try not to pant wetly into his skin. His arms tighten around when the sounds grow closer. Moaning breath. Shuffling, heavy feet.

He holds you. You don't have the wits to revel in it.

You're not sure how long you stay like that, laying on his chest, your hands digging into his sides. He doesn't complain, doesn't hiss or murmur chastisement. Steve hugs you to him and lets out staggering, harsh breaths. He's scared too.

When the sound of the geek herd is a distant memory, you attempt to sit up, and surprisingly he lets you without comment. You kneel on the divoted flooring and blink, and before Steve can sit up himself you're moving into a crouch to peek over the counter.

Your bags have been tramped, your things strewn across the road outside. Steve crouches next to you. "Shit," he says.

"Did I hurt you?" you ask, gesturing to his chin. "I'm really sorry, Steve."

"You say sorry too much," he says, eyes still on the road. "I'm sorry for almost pulling your arms off, okay? Let's call it even." He turns to you. A little frown pulls at the corners of his pretty mouth. "Did I hurt you?"

He grabs your elbow like he might check.

You shake your head vehemently. "No, I'm grateful. I don't know why I didn't notice them coming, I'm an idiot, I was–" distracted by you, you think. Your happy smile. You cough. "I'm stupid."

"You're not stupid. You're reckless, and you could've killed yourself by not keeping an eye out, but you're not stupid."

His chin has a red mark on it. You nibble the inside of your bottom lip unhappily, eyebrows furrowed and then pinching upwards.

"I'm sorry," you say again, quick and upset with yourself.

"Are we okay? Are we alive? We're fine, dummy, and it's okay. Don't be sorry, just help me down so we can get our stuff back. I hope the jar of cut peaches didn't smash."

You both stand with aching knees. You reach for hinge on the shutter to see if you can open it wider and almost lose a finger when it comes crashing down, a cruel metallic screeching sound slicing through the air. You both flinch away from it, eyes screwed closed and hands held upward.

Steve blinks, lowering his hands slowly.

You leap to open it again, embarrassed, wanting to do just one thing right today, but it won't budge. Steve stands next to you and fiddles with it.

"Uh," he says, giving the shutter a good shove. "What did you do?"

And so begins one of the worst nights of your life. You and Steve spend hours trying to open the shutter. You push it, you beat at it with a heavy saucepan, you even break a knife in half and nearly blind yourself trying to force a gap in the seam. Nothing works, and you and Steve grow more and more afraid.

It startles you that he doesn't yell. He doesn't blame you once. He keeps trying to get the shutter open, and when hours of attempting to free you proves fruitless, he sits down in the corner of the van and sighs. His head in his hands, you can't see his face, or gauge his feelings. His slumped shoulders tell you he's tired, but tired of you? Is he bubbling, bottling his anger until the last moment.

You sit down in front of him, your face a little tacky from the occasional self-loathing tear. Your throat aches something fierce. "Don't worry, Steve," you say hoarsely, "I'm gonna keep trying. Just rest, and don't panic. I promise I– I promise I'll get us out."

Steve scrubs his face. He parts his fingers, looking at you from between them with an unreadable emotion.

"I'm really sorry," you say, tears welling thick and fat as heavy rain, quick to race down your cheek. You ignore them as Steve holds your gaze.

He takes your hand. He threads your fingers together. He isn't your boyfriend, but he acts like one, and he sounds like one when he asks, "What did I say about sorry?"

"I know, but this is my fault," you breathe.

"It's not your fault. It's not. Don't cry," he says. "Let me think of something. I'll think of something."

He doesn't let go of your hand. You take it as a cue to stay, and you do, depressed beyond words at the reality of your situation. Again, your circumstances ruin the intimacy of his closeness. He tries his best to comfort you, you know, his thumb rubbing tiny slow circles into the back of your hand.

"Maybe we should sleep," he says, "and try again tomorrow. Maybe the hinge will relax, or something."

You nod numbly. With no reason for a first or second watch, you're expecting Steve to lay flat and sleep without fuss, but he bundles up the spare uniforms inside and leans his head on them, gesturing for you to rest your head on his chest. You do as instructed. Even before he kissed you, you were sleeping in his lap. His chest is no different. You try not to read into it as you settle there, in the same way that you try not to read into his hand on the small of your back, the tip of his ring finger pushed a half of a centimetre into the waistband of your jeans. He probably doesn't know he's doing it.

You're going to die. You're gonna starve to death in here, with him, your boyfriend who isn't your boyfriend, having survived hordes and herds, malnutrition, infection, and a boat load of moderate to severe injuries.

"I'm so sorry," you whisper. You shake under Steve's hands.

"It's not your fault."

"It is. I shut it. I got it stuck."

"But why were we in here?" he asks.

"Because… the herd?"

"But why were we in here?" he asks. "Why did we come this way? Why did we follow this road?"

You sigh into his chest, "No, Steve."

"I asked you to come this way with me. I didn't even ask. I told you we were coming here and you trusted me. You've never," —he swallows audibly— "said no. This is my fault. It's all me." His voice doesn't harden, exactly, but it pulls taut and tensile. Unbreaking. "Just sleep. I'll get us out of here in the morning, I swear."

You try to do as he asks. You know he isn't sleeping either, though he might be pretending you are, because he starts to do what he only does when he thinks you've fallen asleep, his hand stroking up and down your back.

You rub your cheek against his chest.

"You said…" You lick your lips, wondering if you're making a mistake even as you continue, "You liked Fleetwood Mac."

"Yeah?" he asks quietly.

"I liked them too."

"You did?"

"My favourite one, was, um, You Make Loving Fun."

You don't say it, but it's right there between you —the word love. Even with danger hanging over your heads, a mention of love feels awkward, awkward but exciting in that breathless, silly way. At least on your part.

"I don't remember that one."

"That album had all the good ones, that's why. It's forgotten."

Steve smooths a hand down to your jeans. He creeps ever further, his touch just shy of skin he's never felt before. "Would you sing it for me?"

"I'm all scratchy."

"I don't care, I think I'd know it if I heard it. Sing it for me."

You sing the first line, and the second, shaky with insecurity and off key. It's been so long since you heard music, you barely remember how it goes, though you can't forget the words. You're barely singing your way through the end of the verse, "This feeling follows me wherever I go," when Steve starts to tremble underneath you.

You look up. His lips are pressed tightly together and his eyes are shining with delight.

You pout, knowing exactly what he's gonna say. "What?"

"You sound like a dying cat," he says fondly, bursting into laughter.

You sit up and turn from him showfully, slapping his thigh as you go. You're not mad, but it's fun to pretend with him, and even better when he says, "Sorry, I'm sorry, don't be mad, you sound like you've swallowed glass, is what I mean. Hon– Y/N." His hands grabbing at your arm, pulling you back in.

You resist him.

His grip slackens. "Hey, I didn't mean it. I'm kidding," he says.

You shake his hand off of you and stand up. Squinting, you creep toward the door, and you can barely see it in the poor lighting of the truck, but you read it aloud anyways. "Door locks from behind. Do not forget your key."

"What?"

You try the handle.

You hadn't bothered because it was locked from the outside. But this is a food truck, and it would be a fire hazard to lock closed with no escape. The door opens stiffly, but it opens, and the cool air of the night kisses your cheeks.

"Oh, thank god," Steve says.

You prop it open with your foot even if you're sure it won't lock. "Do you really think I sound like a dying cat?"

Steve nods firmly, already sitting up. "But I thought that might be cruel if we died here together. Hence the backtrack."

You and Steve climb down out of the truck and search for your stuff in the dark. The jar of peaches has survived, as well as your favoured pack of playing cards, which you'd envisioned strewn about the street.

"Here," he says, pressing it into your hand. He turns his flashlight on and shines it downward, looking for the rest of your canned food.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

You really do like him, love him, even. You're grateful for him, and the euphoria of knowing you're not doomed after all rises fast. But he's a dick. You can be a dick back.

"Hey, Steve?" you ask sweetly. He turns, torch in hand, looking pleased. "Hey. I was thinking, now we aren't going to die and all, I could teach you some games? Gin rummy?"

"Sure."

"We can bet using the jar of peach slices. I'll go easy on you, though, 'cos you've never played it."

He smiles at you. "Thanks, Y/N."

You smirk to yourself and step forward to pick up a stray can of spaghetti shapes. "No problem," you say under your breath. "No problem at all."

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#steve zombie!au #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington #steve harrington fic #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington drabble #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things 4

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effloradox · 9 months ago

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Tell Me We Both Matter

eddie munson x reader

a/n: quick drabble to flex the ol' writing fingers! i've missed writing for eddie 🥺

No one tells you it's hard not fitting the status quo. It makes sense that it wouldn't be but going through high school and feeling like an outsider fucking hurts if you think about it for too long. In a way you're lucky you met friends that accept you for who you are during your time at Hawkins High or else you would've spent several years feeling extremely alone.

It also helps that you had a boyfriend for several years of your time in high school to make things slightly more bearable. Eddie may have developed a reputation for being a freak amongst your peers but anyone who looked beyond his taste in music and love for D&D knows that he's a sweetheart with a heart of gold.

Even when you went away to college and Eddie stayed to repeat his final year (twice), the two of you stuck together. The money you have left over from the part time job you picked up mainly goes to long distance calls with your boyfriend, and keeping up with his D&D campaigns (and giving your opinion is a must).

It's also why you've been desperately picking up more hours at work and saving money so that when you finally reach Spring Break you can travel back home and surprise him (and also take him on a proper date since dates normally consist of the two of you getting high by Lover's Lake).

Coming home without telling him seemed like a good idea at the time, but standing outside his trailer with no idea if he's even inside is making you doubt yourself. Maybe it would've been smarter to call ahead, even just to see if Mr Munson would've been here to let you inside rather than having to camp outside and just wait.

It also would've been nice to immediately be welcomed home to a friendly face after the journey didn't quite go to plan. Getting a coach home had been the cheapest option, and that was fine, but a part of you had managed to forget how conserative Hawkins is compared to your fairly liberal college town.

The fact a woman had scolded her daughter for just talking to you about liking your shirt and asking what it was hurt. The whispers that you were dangerous stung after not having to worry about stuff like that. The Hellfire shirt wasn't even that bad for fucks sake. It makes you worry for Eddie, he's always been more open about his interests and it seemed like things were getting worse for people who didn't have conventional interests after all the weird stuff that's been happening over the last few years.

You're trying not to dwell on the critical look the woman had given you (and failing to do do) when the sound of a van being driven way too fast makes your ears perk. You'd know that terrible driving anywhere. The horn noise coming from said van makes you grin as it comes to a halt haphazardly in front of you, and the driver jumps out without even turning off the ignition. Immediately, arms are wrapped around you, and your face is pressed into a wild mess of unruly curls. Fuck you've missed him.

"Oh my god babe, what are you doing here?" You don't hesitate to return the hug, and can't stop the smile growing on your face as he splutters out some surprised expletives at how tightly you grip onto him.

"Wanted to see you. Missed you." He let's out a soft hum at your words, his grip around you tightening. It's not long before you're being gently guided towards Eddie's van and you're pulling away from his trailer down a familiar route.

It's nice to be back in familiar territory. Hawkins might be a shithole but it's your shithole and it's good to back, if only for a few days. There's no better way to spend an evening than sharing a blunt with your boyfriend as the sun sets over Lover's Lake.

There's a soft lull in your conversation when your experience on the way home bubbles to the forefront of your mind. The words slip out before you can stop them.

“Does it ever bother you how people treat you?” Eddie takes a moment to think, taking a long drag from the blunt before slowly breathing out the smoke.

“Not really. Used to it by now.” You understand what he means but your heart breaks to hear his response. Guilt gnaws at your chest for moving away, for leaving him here alone to deal with all the small town bullshit.

“It shouldn’t be like that.”

“Probably not.” He shrugs as he speaks, offering you the blunt before taking another drag.

“You should come live with me once you graduate. The world is bigger than this.” Eddie stops mid-drag as your words bounce around his brain. The grin that appears on his face is nothing short of radiant.

“This your way of asking me to move in with you?” You blink at him as your words sink in. It feels right. Feels like a natural progression of your relationship even if you might not have posed the question whilst sober.

“I think it is.”

“I’d be honored. I knew ‘86 was gonna be my year.”

#he’s so baby 🥺#my writing #fics #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #gn!reader

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imoncloud7 · 7 months ago

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written portion at the end!!

"god fuckin' damnit." yn sighed as she put her phone down. she was currently in her last lecture of the day, contemplating how she got into this mess. and how all of her friends suddenly knew oikawa tooru. and how he found her twitter and followed it.

yn had met matsukawa issei in their last term during their first year of school, and while they were not too close, they did have one thing in common. they loved to go out. their drunk escapades slowly began to include mattsun's not-boyfriend-but-boyfriend makki, and they all slowly began to get a bit closer.

being that all of their friends were intertwined, it would be a matter of time before they all figured out what was going on between oikawa and yn. their hookups have surprisingly pre-dated all of yn's friendships in college, which have been difficult to come by. being from another country and also an introvert were really big roadblocks.

oikawa never seemed to care about that though. the first night they met, during their first term in their first year, he had approached her at some sort of welcome party an older student was throwing. yn had quickly figured out that he was a chronic flirter, but had enough alcohol in her system to go home with him. which ended up happening every weekend of the first year, and now second year as well. it was nice for yn to have physical contact, as that was hard to come by now having broken up with her ex and being that she had close to no friends in japan. it was a distraction, something that satisfied her needs with no feelings.

these days however, now that he knows more than just her first name and how to please her, it's too complicated. and wildly uncomfortable.

flashback: 1st term, 1st year

"smoking's not a good look on such a pretty face like yours" yn heard behind her on the balcony. the inside was stuffy and the music felt like it was eating her eardrums alive, so she had made her way outside for some peace and quiet. only for it to be disturbed.

"oh yeah? and who are you to have an opinion on that?" the girl looked over her shoulder to see who was behind her. she was met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes and windswept hair to match.

oikawa thinks his heart may have stopped when she turned to look at him. he had seen her inside and thought she was pretty, sure, but out here was a different story. the moonlight caused her e/c eyes to glow, and her hair seemed so much softer out here. his eyes widened a bit and he choked on his words a bit before responding.

"im oikawa. oikawa tooru. and sorry, truthfully i couldn't think of another way to approach you." he walked up towards the edge of the balcony, taking his place to her right. she took a long drag before offering it towards him wordlessly.

"no thanks, i'm an athlete i can't really do that stuff."

"but you're at a party, clearly intoxicated. i wonder what your coach would think of that." she shot back.

"touche. you never told me your name." he chuckled in his response.

"yn."

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notes:

the "smokings not a good look on you" line was actually used on me

i was at a club in singapore and an old man (maybe like 50-60 yrs old) literally started talking to me while i had a cig in my hand like go away u creep im 20

he texted me on whatsapp later abt that like mind ur business

idk why i gave him my number tbh i just wanted to see if hed buy me drinks

anyways i love matsukawa issei (whats new)

little flashback moment to when their whole affair started!!

either the next chapter or the next two chapters shi may go down

#hq smau #haikyuu smau #hq x reader #haikyuu #oikawa smau #oikawa x reader smau #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru

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captainsophiestark · 1 year ago

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Office Most-Eligible

Daniel Sousa x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Marvel

Day 20 Prompt: "This better be good."

Summary: When Jack ropes Daniel into eavesdropping on the telephone ladies' breakroom, they both might hear a lot more than they'd bargained for.

Word Count: 2,387

Category: Fluff, Humor

Putting work into an AI program without permission is illegal. You do not have my permission. Do not do it.

Daniel's POV

I sighed as I shuffled the papers in my hands, mentally running through the million things I had to do today. Peggy, Jack, and I had managed to stop Leviathan from leveling New York City and destroying Howard Stark, but that didn't mean the last six months since then had been any more relaxed. If anything, it had gotten busier than ever before.

There had even been talk of opening another branch of the agency in LA, which was a whole other insane possibility fluttering around in my mind. It was enough to distract me to the point that I didn't notice Thompson, half-hidden by the entryway to the agency, until I ran into him.

"Thompson? What the hell are you-?"

"Sh!"

He raised his finger to his lips and glared at me. I glared back.

"Why are you-"

"Sousa! Shut up and listen," he hissed, jerking his head towards a grate in the wall. I frowned and made a demanding "what?" gesture, but he just nodded towards the grate again. I sighed, so long-suffering it wasn't even funny, but shuffled closer.

"This better be good," I grumbled. Jack just waved his hand at me.

Through the grate, I could hear voices talking and giggling loudly. It sounded like all the ladies who sat outside the entrance to the agency, guarding the door and keeping up the front that this was a phone company, talking together like they were in the break room. I paused, curious enough to entertain Thompson's nonsense for another ten seconds.

"-saying is, there's a definite ranking of all the guys in this office. And yours ain't it."

The girls dissolved into another fit of giggles, and I scowled. I grabbed Thompson's arm and yanked him away from the grate, out of earshot.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" I demanded, keeping my voice low just in case. "You're eavesdropping on coworkers in their breakroom? Instead of working? You're the Chief!"

"I don't know if you caught it, Sousa, but they're talking about us. Specifically which one of us they'd most want to date. I'd call that research and intelligence work for future opportunities."

Jack gave me a smirk as he drifted back towards the vent. I scowled and followed to drag him away and make him do his damned job, but froze when I heard the ladies welcoming our newest addition to the agency, the second female agent in SSR history. She'd been here a little over five months, had become instant best friends with Peggy Carter, and had me head over heels within a week of knowing her.

And apparently she'd just walked into the breakroom.

Jack gave me a knowing smirk and raised an eyebrow, and I glared right back. But I couldn't quite manage to drag myself away either, no matter how much my brain told me I should.

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Y/N's POV

"You came at the perfect time!"

I pulled a snack out of the fridge and looked suspiciously at Mary, one of the switch operators who worked outside the SSR. In the short time I'd been here, I'd gotten to know her and Rose pretty well, since they mostly alternated shifts for our main door guard. Rose and I had quickly bonded over our mutual feminism and desire for independence; Mary and I had bonded through being troublemakers, and I had a feeling I was about to see some more of that.

"Why?" I asked, drifting halfway to the door now that I had secured my snack. Mary smiled.

"We were just talking about the boys in the office. We have a few different opinions about who would make the best boyfriends and husbands, and since you know them all so well... I mean, I can't think of anyone else with a better reason to chime in."

I scoffed. "Nice try Mary, but no way am I engaging in this conversation. See you all later!"

The rest of the women in the room booed playfully, but I didn't turn around as I reached the door. Mary, however, knew me well enough to figure out how to stop me in my tracks.

"Well, I guess that means Jack Thompson is the definitive winner!"

I narrowed my eyes and stared at the door in front of me, hand on the half-turned doorknob. I'd come so close to avoiding this nonsense, and it still wasn't too late for me to take the exit. I scowled and scrunched my nose, then turned around to squint at all my coworkers looking back at me.

"Be completely honest, I'll be able to tell if you're lying," I started, still only half-turned away from the door. "How many of you would put Jack Thompson at the top of your 'SSR's Most Eligible Bachelor' list?"

A few hands shot into the air, followed by a few more tentative hands that must've heard the disgust in my tone. All in all, about half the room had their hands up for him. I sighed, long and heavy.

"And the other runners up were...?"

A few people called out names of other men in the office, most of whom were barely better (or definitely worse) than Jack. I looked up at the ceiling and shook my head.

"You all have terrible taste in men."

Half the room, Mary included, started laughing, and the other half looked offended. I shook my head and turned to leave again, but Mary stopped me again before I could go.

"Who would you choose then, if not Thompson? You can't criticize our taste without giving us some insight into your process."

Her grin stretched across her entire face as she stared at me, waiting for me to take the bait. Her hand had been the first in the air for Thompson, but I could tell she genuinely wanted to debate me more than she wanted to defend him.

I sighed.

"Fine. But I'm going to make this quick and then I'm gonna go do my job, because I have a ton of stuff to do today," I said, finally stepping away from the door to stand in the middle of the room. Everyone stared at me, leaning forward in their seats a little, Mary most of all. "...I can't believe I'm about to engage in this."

Mary scoffed and I rolled my eyes, but then took a deep breath and dove in. What the hell, right?

"Okay, first of all, let me clarify: I can understand, from a surface level, why you might pick Thompson. He's handsome, and if you didn't spend much time with him, I can see why you'd think he might make a good partner. Honestly, in the five months I've known him, I've even seen a few glimmers of hope that there might be a heart of gold underneath all that arrogance, posturing, and chauvinism. However. In terms of best guy in the office to have as a partner? He does not even come close to touching Daniel Sousa."

A few people raised their eyebrows, half leaning forward and half leaning back and crossing their arms. I ignored them all (especially Mary, who beamed at me), and continued.

"Listen. Sousa is... kind of ridiculously attractive. He's handsome, with the warmest brown eyes you've ever seen in your entire life... and he's super strong. I've seen him one-handed lift a bunch of different things the other agents struggled with using their whole bodies. He looks incredible in a sweater vest, to say nothing of suits and non-sweater vest clothes."

I saw considering nods around the room as people took in my words. I paused and took a deep breath, then continued.

"More than all of that, though... Daniel is kind. He's strong in his morals and his character, not just physically. He's got a great sense of humor, and his jokes don't rest on being a mean, close-minded jackass. And, above anything else, he respects me. He respects Peggy. He treats us as equals. I don't know about you guys, but... that means everything to me. And finding a man who's kind, smart, strong, handsome, and will treat me as an equal partner? Come on. Daniel's got it all."

I hadn't been paying a lot of attention to the expressions of everyone else around the room while I was talking, but now I focused back in to see the majority looking thoughtful. I cleared my throat, suddenly feeling incredibly self-conscious, and started backing towards the door.

"Uh, anyway... long way of saying I'd put Daniel at the top of my list."

Mary grinned at me as I continued heading for the door, then pushed out of her chair and called out to the whole room.

"Hear that? Sousa's off limits, these two are going to be dating in the next month if we have anything to say about it."

"MARY!"

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Daniel's POV

Jack and I stood in the hallway, stunned into silence as we stared into space. My brain had been telling me to stop listening a while ago, but I'd been shocked enough that my body had refused to listen. Now, my heart was telling me I was on the verge of a cardiac arrest.

"You go get him, girl!" Mary's voice continued through the vents. Then, with determination and glee dripping from her words, "I'm staying after Thompson. I'm gonna fix him."

I heard some light-hearted laughter, and then a door shutting. In a few seconds, the girl who'd just poured her heart out to me without realizing it would be coming into the office, a few feet from Jack and I's stupid hiding place.

"You look like you're about to puke," said Jack, a beaming grin on his face. I scowled.

"Why don't you? You just got called a couple pretty bad things."

"What? Like 'attractive'? All I was hearing were positives." He grinned at me, then sobered slightly before slapping me on the shoulder and taking a few steps away. "Don't psych yourself out on this one though, Sousa. She's a catch, and she's clearly in love with you. If you don't take a shot, I might have to."

I scoffed and shook my head. I knew Jack didn't really mean that; it was his own, terrible way of trying to be supportive.

I sighed and tried to brace myself as I walked over to the entrance to the SSR. Thompson was wrong about many, many, many things, but he was right about this: I needed to take my shot.

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Y/N's POV

"Holy- Daniel!" I nearly dropped the snack I'd taken a detour to retrieve as I cleared the SSR doors and came face to face with Daniel, especially since I'd just poured my heart out about him to a bunch of our coworkers. "You scared the hell out of me!"

"Uh... sorry," he said, shifting his weight around a little and running a hand through his hair. He looked almost as comfortable as I felt.

"Is, uh, is everything okay?"

"Yeah. Well, sort of. I just..." He cleared his throat, then jerked his eyes away from the floor and the wall to meet mine. "I need to tell you something, and then I need to ask you something."

"...Okay?"

"First, I... I heard what you said in the breakroom. About me. And about Jack, which was fun too, but... It feels important that you know I heard the stuff you said about me."

My heart stopped in my chest, and I blinked a few times as black spots danced at the very edges of my vision. I was going to kill Mary.

"Uh..."

"Before you say anything, I'm sorry," he said, holding up a hand. "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, I just... I let Thompson suck me into something I should've known better about. I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Daniel," I said, a little breathless as my legs finally started working to move me past him. I could not deal with this a second longer. "Don't worry about it, I'll... I have to go-"

"Wait!" he cried. He put one hand on my arm to stop me, then quickly dropped it when I turned back to look at him. I watched him take a deep breath, my heart hammering a thousand times even though it only took a few seconds, then he continued. "Look, I know I might've lost a few points in your book for the eavesdropping, which is fair, but... I'd be lying if I said I wasn't head over heels for you too. Have been since the first few days you got to the agency. You're smart and strong and funny and... God, listen to me."

He looked down and shook his head, and I noticed a slight blush rising up his neck and cheeks. Slowly, my heart dropped back to a normal rhythm, and I started to smile.

"Okay, what I'm trying to say is... I feel the same way about you that you do about me," he said, finally looking up at me again. "And if you'd still be interested... I'd love to take you out to dinner sometime."

I beamed at him, unable to stop the smile completely overtaking my face. I looked down, and when I looked up again, Daniel's stare was still on me, a smile hopefully flickering in and out of place.

"Daniel, I'd love that," I finally said.

"You would?"

"Yeah. I really, really like you, eavesdropping and all."

He huffed a laugh, the shaky smile turning into full-on beaming.

"Great! How's tomorrow night sound?"

"Sounds perfect."

"Good. I'll pick you up at eight." He started to back away, so both of us could get to the mountain of work we had to tackle at some point today, then stopped. "If that works for you, that is?"

I smiled. "That absolutely works for me."

"Alright, great! I'll see you then. And, uh, around the office, I guess."

"I'll see you around the office."

We shared another set of dorky, ridiculous smiles as we backed away from each other, going to do our separate tasks for at least part of the day. Thank God Thompson wasn't around to see either of us.

At some point, he and the rest of our coworkers would probably catch on to the two of us dating, unless the first date somehow went so horribly there wasn't a second. But I'd meant every word I'd said to the rest of our coworkers about Daniel. And if a little eavesdropping had led to him asking me out, I couldn't bring myself to be too upset about any of it.

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tadbitsketch · 7 months ago

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I haven't done one of these in forever but welcome back to Sketch Rambles About MCSM Stuff at an Unreasonable Hour of the Night 🎉🎉🎉

Tonight, I'm gonna discuss one of my favorite songs from the Minecraft: Story Mode OST, "Redstone Baby," and the potential lore that it holds. And why that's very Sorengaard related.

Disclaimer: this is me interpreting silly block people. Unless otherwise stated (or in the game), it ain't actually canon. Also, I am a teenage girl. I am not versed very well in the specifics of how music theory works and how it's used in media. Also also, I wrote most of this like two months ago and completely forgot about it.

(In case you needed a reminder of how it sounds)

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This song appears twice in the season 1 episode 3: when you arrive in Soren's lab area, and again in the end credits. It can also be heard through the closed secret entrance wall in the Wool World™, and it gradually becomes clearer as you approach the door to Soren's lab, where a music disc is playing the song inside.

The instrumentation of "Redstone Baby" consists of guitar, piano, and violin. It feels comforting and cozy, whilst also giving a sad, longing sort of vibe. According to a comment written 6 years ago by Antimo on the linked video, they were going for a sorta "Fallout: New Vegas" vibe when they wrote it. The song holds an air of nostalgia, of better times. An idealized dream of how the world could be.

To get to the point: it's cute, it's cozy, and it's a love song in a game where they weren't allowed to explicitly write any canon ships (if I'm remembering correctly). Also one of the few songs in this game to be given lyrics. So, of course, we're gonna talk about this. Or rather I'm gonna write about it and you're gonna read it.

The lyrics go as follows:

In a marshmallow world, you're my sweetheart.

You're the bed to my rock,

The flint to my steel.

My redstone baby doll...

My redstone baby doll.

(music)

In a marshmallow world, you're my sweetheart.

My sugar baby...

aaaah ladada, awoah...

The lyrics are pretty strange, right? It seems nonsensical at first, but I (and many others) believe that it has more meaning than meets the eye.

This is a love song addressed to a someone proficient with redstone. Funnily enough, Soren's old friend group did have one of those. A brilliant Redstone Engineer: Ellegaard. And quite interestingly, these two were pretty close, as is said multiple times in canon. I think Magnus mentions their little "Nerd Club," in episode 3 at some point. Another fact to back me up on this: Soren calls the song "Symphony in E" in-game on the little radio-disk-program-thing.

And for whatever reason, Soren and Ellegaard didn't stay close or end up together. There's not really a way to know for certain what went down between them. All we do know is that Soren wishes it was different.

The "marshmallow world" that is talked about in the song is Soren's perfect world. It's safe, sweet, and fluffy. I am of the opinion that it could possibly be an indirect reference to the wool world that Soren built. It's bright. It's safe. No monsters can get him there. He can just build things and be happy. In a perfect, marshmallow world, Ellegaard is with Soren.

The metaphors Soren uses here, "the bed to my rock, the flint to my steel," they're both iconic, inseparable duos: bedrock, and flint and steel. In Minecraft, bedrock is the unbreakable foundation beneath all else in the Overworld. Flint and steel is used to set things on fire, and is most often used to light Nether portals, which is way less symbolic (unless someone can find something? maybe the whole flaming heart being a metaphor for love thing?) but still iconic and the phrase has a very nice rhythm to it.

When we first hear the song, it feels like normal wishful thinking. It's more just fluff and poetry than full-on wants and desires.

But when we hear it in the end credits of episode 3... We just saw someone die after sacrificing their safety for Jesse's. The monster that they died to help kill isn't even dead. Someone we thought was dead is actually alive and doesn't remember anything. It's loud, dark, and burning. A sickening storm of death and destruction. Anything but the marshmallow world.

Without considering which of the two died, this song is already quite jarring in comparison to what was just witnessed. This "marshmallow world" that seemed somewhat close just a moment ago now feels implausible, and thus it'd be worth so much more if it were real.

I will never not love when something in a piece of media is treated as a good sign or motif or something and then it gets recontextualized and hurts ya right in the feels.

And with Redstone Baby combined with Ellegaard dying, it's just that extra brutal.

Because now it's not just, "in a perfect world, we'd be together." It's "in a perfect world, you wouldn't be dead, and we'd be together."

If only Soren wasn't so much of a coward. How differently things could've gone.

#in summary: i love this song #we need more minecraft-themed love songs pls #i respect the other ships for soren and ellie but i will always ship them together because i'm a sucker for nerds in love #i'm not projecting i swear #< me when i lie #actual soren analysis post needs to happen at some point tbh #mcsm sorengaard #sorengaard #mcsm #mcsm headcanons #minecraft story mode #mcsm soren #mcsm ellegaard #ah yes the cowards of mcsm being far too relatable once again #hopefully my 3 am writing makes sense #mcsm analysis

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formula-ghost · 17 days ago

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leaving my thoughts/opinions abt wildflower in your inbox cause tumblr hasn't let me comment on anything. (i'm gonna talk as if reader is a another character lol)

ps this is no hate to your writing or anything. it's basically just me commenting on their actions as if it was a tv show or smth.

in my very personal non biased oscar opinion, the reader is exaggerating. oscar may have lied but he didn't manipulate her and it was very obvious to her that he was hurting. they slept together out of both their consent and reader is putting the entire blame on him as if she didn't play a heavy heavy part. especially considering that lily was the one who broke up w oscar, reader made it seem like it was all his fault. lily was partially controlling imo and she wouldn't openly communicate with oscar until something got a little out of hand. she literally accused him of cheating like???? "Or maybe you were so used to Oscar’s lying and manipulation that you couldn’t imagine someone talking to you just for the sake of friendship." this pissed me off sm like why is reader so annoying (don't hate me lol) and then the whole her saying she wasn't good enough for oscar like yk damn well that's not what he meant lol. personally they both were in the wrong but the reader hates personal confrontation and put the ENTIRE thing on him like girl wtf.

anyways girl you ate so hard with this fic truly idk who to suport and be like omg you're so nice like every single person is sm in the wrong like help they need to really breathe and understand eachother but yeah i love this fic and your work and i love youuu. mwuah

I am so glad you sent this because I feel like you 100% got at what I was trying to do!

My whole goal with this fic was to create a story in which each character is simultaneously innocent and guilty. So yeah Oscar is not the best boyfriend to Lily but he doesn’t cheat and yes he does sort of use reader but also reader sort of uses him back. Lily is a horrible communicator but also has been third wheeled in her relationship for so long. Reader kind of has been the backup girl but she has also allowed it to happen and used Oscar in her own way.

I wanted to make this fic as realistic as possible in that way—just showing the complicated messiness of these situations as they happen in real life, rather than just leaning into the “good guy bad guy” trope by making Oscar/Lily awful while Lando/reader are perfect. I feel like that’s the undercurrent of the song Wildflower itself, too: the speaker/Billie is crushed by the weight of what she’s done but also grappling with asking what was so wrong about it in the first place.

Also you’re 100% right about the reader being another character. I used to do x OC fics when I was younger but people don’t like those as much as x readers, but it’s nearly impossible for me to actually write a blank slate reader :/ so they’re basically OCs with no name/face

Unfortunately, if you’re annoyed with reader, it may get worse before it gets better. Not to spoil anything but Lando is being a bit sus, and who’s the real manipulator here?

I want to put it out there too that I’m not offended at all if people don’t like one of my stories or characters and I welcome constructive criticism and feedback! I’ve been a writer for nearly 10 years now (there’s so much lore) so I have thick skin. Obviously be respectful (if you just send something that says “your story sucks kys” I will just delete it) but I welcome all discussion and opinions on my work.

But anyway I am so glad that you’re liking it tho! I lowkey feel like the chapter is flopping but it’s probably because I didn’t post at peak times (at least that’s what I’m telling myself so I don’t get sad lol) or it’s just my insecurities being mean. I can’t wait to keep writing it!

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perfectly wrong | #1 I wish you hadn't saved me

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

chapter summary: When you all get together to say goodbye to Corroded Coffin before going on tour, the evening ends with a standard argument between you and Steve. The next day, under the influence of a massive hangover, he wonders if he might have overreacted, when he gets called to help with a patient. From a conversation between a doctor and another nurse, he learns that the person who showed up is in a very difficult situation. He was definitely not ready for who he finds there.

TW: mentions of pregnancy, domestic violence, blood, wounds and bruises, let me know if I forgot about something!

The story is also avaliable on ao3

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@phantypurple thank you so much for helping me with this whole "enemies" thing, I am new in it and your support really helped me ❤

Before we start!I don't have much knowledge about pregnancy, being a nurse etc, which doesn't change the fact that I will try to do research and write everything in the best way possible, I hope you will forgive me!

In the beginning, everything may seem quite chaotic, I do not hide it and I realize that after reading the first chapter you will be a bit confused and many questions will appear, but with each chapter I will try to develop it and clear up doubts.

Your opinion, feedback, questions or ideas are always welcome! If there is something what would you like to see in the story feel free to tell me about it in comments or in my inbox which is always open for you guys! Thank you so much for reading!

As soon as you crossed the threshold of The Hideout Robin immediately shouted your name. You cut through the crowd of people and with a smile on your lips made your way to your friends. Today was Corroded Coffin's first concert after the "earthquake." When Eddie finally recovered from everything that had happened he couldn't wait m until he returned to the stage. At first everyone thought that after what he experienced in the Upside Down he wouldn't be able to look at a guitar again, but he surprised you all. All the experiences inspired him to write many of the songs that, with the help of the government, will make up the band's first album. So this was the first and last concert for the guys before they set out to follow their dreams. You as good friends couldn't miss it.

"Am I late?" you asked, sitting down between Robin and Argyle.

"No, they are just getting ready to go on stage. I'm glad you're here." your friend said.

"I know, Ro. I'm sorry." You said grabbing her hand with a gentle expression on your face. Since your private life had turned everything around you had kept your encounters with other people to a minimum. You isolated yourself completely, however, you couldn't miss today's concert, you knew it was too important to just not come.

"And who my beautiful eyes see!" Steve shouted and with a loud clang he set down his beer bottle. This was definitely not his first. "Look who has kindly decided to show up!"

"I really don't have the energy for your drama, Steve." You sighed rolling your eyes.

"Woah! So you know my name?" he fiercely rambled on.

This is what it looked like. Your relationship with Steve was...complicated. No one expected you to end up at a stage where you couldn't stand each other in the same room. The sarcastic comments from his mouth were something quite gentle anyway. Normally you wouldn't have let it go however today you really didn't have the strength to do so, so you just ignored him and didn't answer anything.

The concert was going nicely, one could say too nicely, considering that for over an hour you didn't hear a single offensive word in your direction, and you really enjoyed your first meeting with friends in a long time. Unfortunately, it was the lull before the storm.

Steve definitely needed to de-stress, from what Robin told you he had failed a pretty important exam, so he decided to drown his sorrows in alcohol. Beer after beer he became more and more fussy and irritated. He was like a walking time bomb that went off when you refused Eddie's proposed drink.

"Now aren't we worthy of you having a drink with us?" he mischievously snorted with laughter.

"Steve, I really don't have the strength to deal with you tonight."

"And that's not the case? It seems that instead of having a drink with the people you claim to be your friends you prefer the company of your boyfriend and his pile of alcoholics. Did you start doing drugs with them, too?" he leaned back on his elbows. You knew he wouldn't let go, wouldn't let go until the two of you started arguing and he would pour out all his frustration that way. You could feel your blood boiling inside you and you were feeling breathless. "What? You won't say anything? You always have too much to say." He grinned feeling that he had the upper hand over you.

"Do I look like I want to debate with you?" You snapped.

"I don't know, through that ton of makeup it's hard to read what your real expression is."

"Steve!" Robin interrupted you. "Control yourself!"

"You're still defending her?!" He got what he wanted. He got his five minutes. "For the last two weeks she does nothing but ignore you, and then I'm the one who has to hear about how much you miss her! You consider her your friend and she just doesn't give a shit about you! All of you!"

"It's not true!" you wanted to defend yourself. In truth you really wanted to, but you knew that from their point of view it really all looked like that.

"Yes? Then what was more important than meeting your friend, what was more important than being there for her when she needed you when Vicky broke her heart?" He knew he was in control and it made him happy. Unhealthy pleasure derived from your embarrassment and confusion.

"What? Robin, why-" you were shocked. You had no idea.

"Are you going to ask now why she didn't tell you? Let me explain." He didn't waste a moment to crush you into the ground even more. He was giving you needle after the needle. "She wanted to tell you, but of course you didn't have time for her. I don't even know which hopeless excuse on your part it was then why you supposedly couldn't meet. But no problem, you can rehabilitate yourself and tell the truth now." He crossed his arms over his chest and stuck his satisfied gaze into you. You opened your mouth to say something but quickly closed it and pressed your lips into a thin line. He was right, you yourself no longer remembered which excuse you used then. You were already lost in them, but the truth would not pass your throat for anything in the world. Not when all eyes were on the two of you. Not when Steve humiliated you without considering how many people were around. "That's what I thought. What about Max and El? Did you forget about them too? Do you know that since you stopped helping El with her lessons she barely manages to pass? Do you think you are better than them? You don't deserve any of them. No one!"

You couldn't stay standing there any longer. Feeling tears coming to your eyes without saying a word, you began to push through the crowd to the exit. You had no idea about Robin, you had no idea about El, you had no idea about anything. Locked in your own tragedy, you also cut yourself off from those who could always count on you and left them without the support they had become so accustomed to. He was right. You hated him for the way he treated you, but you hated yourself even more for the fact that everything he said was the cruel and painful truth. Moreover, by leaving you gave him another reason for which he could haunt you. You didn't stay to say goodbye to Eddie and the rest of the boys before they left. They would only be back in three months, and by then nothing would be the same.

You walked ahead wiping away tears. No matter how much you wanted you couldn't go back there. You weren't able to. Life was crashing down on your head, and his comments and reminders of what a hopeless person you were made you feel even worse. You wanted to disappear. To sink into the ground, to run away somewhere where your problems wouldn't reach you, but this couldn't happen. You were grounded here. Ironically, you would rather be grounded in the Upside Down now than be in your current situation.

When you arrived at the house you tried to enter as quietly as you could. In your spirit you prayed that your boyfriend, Travis, would already be asleep and not wake up. Unfortunately, fate decided to test your strength once again. Inside you found him sitting in front of the TV and an almost empty bottle of vodka standing on the coffee table.

"Where the hell have you been?!" he asked as soon as he heard your footsteps in the hallway. At that moment you already knew that a very long night was ahead of you.

Drinking so much alcohol the day before the morning shift was not a wise idea. Feeling dehydrated and drained of life, he sat in an uncomfortable chair with a face hidden in his hands and a nasty headache. He had just taken a painkiller, so it will have to be a long while before it takes effect. In addition, he couldn't stop thinking about yesterday's events. You never gave up when it came to arguing. Everything always ended in a shouting match. You were never so...quiet? Confused? Lost? You never showed your feelings either. Certainly not in front of him. Nor have you ever walked away with tears in your eyes. Did he exaggerate this time? Guilt slowly crept into his head.

"Tough night?" he heard from behind him. It was Judy, one of the senior nurses who had not run away from Hawkins after everything. She was also one of the better ones who saw him as more than just the Harringtons' son. She treated him like a normal trainee, for which he was grateful.

"Mhmmm." he muttered, still not opening his eyes. "We were saying goodbye to Eddie before going on tour," he said.

"I can't believe he finally made it. Do you think I'll be able to brag about how I changed his bandages?" she laughed quietly while making herself some coffee.

"I'm sure he'll write a song about it." he replied with a joke and fell silent. The silence between them was broken by the doctor's entrance into the room.

"She's here again." she sighed heavily. "Another 'fall'."

"Are you sure we can't report this anywhere?" Judy pinched the tip of her nose and furrowed her brow. This person's condition must have really worried her.

"If we report domestic violence and she denies everything the police won't do anything anyway,"

"She is pregnant, Linda. This is a very serious case."

"The only thing we can do at this point is to talk some sense into her and try to persuade her to agree to help."

"She's as stubborn as a mule, and I doubt she'll agree,"

"Sooner or later it will come to her that she will have a child and it is its safety that should be the most important thing for her. For this moment we have to go, Steve you will take care of sewing up the wound, and you Judy will help me with the gynecological examination."

"Come on boy..." the nurse sighed patting him on the back.

He walked sluggishly along the corridor contemplating the women's conversation. How scared must this girl have been that she didn't run away from this deviant? Did she really have no one to help her?

Entering the room, he was not ready for the sight that awaited him there. In the sterile white room, you sat in a chair staring at the floor, pressing a towel to your shoulder. A towel that was soaked with blood. When you raised your eyes and noticed him you froze. Steve also turned pale with surprise and horror at your condition. You were the girl they were talking about. The truth seemed too horrible to believe right away. There was a nasty bruise on your face, and when you moved the towel away from your arm an elongated wound appeared, from which blood would not stop pouring.

"What happened to you dear child?" Judy asked, looking at you with compassion in her eyes. Although you were no longer such a child, legally in every aspect you were already an adult. You quickly tore your gaze away from Steve and looked at the older nurse.

"I- I fell over. I fell on a glass bottle and a piece of it stuck in my shoulder...the blood won't stop flowing, when I fell I also hit my stomach, it hurts a lot, I was scared that..." you said quietly, ashamed looking at a single point on the floor. You knew that neither the doctor nor the nurse believed you. You also knew that, as if on a platter, you had given another reason from which Steve could create another level of your personal hell. He, however, was still looking on in disbelief at what was happening. The whole situation seemed to him as if it was made up. It was impossible that it was really you, that you were sitting completely defenseless as a victim of domestic violence. A pregnant victim of domestic violence. Holy shit, he was getting weak. It wasn't possible that after all you'd been through in the Upside Down, life was putting more hurdles in your way. You were fighting monsters from another dimension and you couldn't deal with your boyfriend? He didn't understand anything anymore.

"Steve take care of the wound. Make sure there's no more glass there, clean it up and apply stitches. We'll be back in a minute to do the rest of the examination." Dr. Linda ordered and together she and Judy went to get the equipment needed.

Not knowing how to behave, he simply began to prepare everything and sat very close to you. He took a deep breath. A very uncomfortable silence fell between you and the atmosphere was tense. After putting on his gloves, he gently grabbed your hand with both hands to take a closer look at the wound. Your inhalation stopped midway and your body stiffened all over.

"Do you need some anesthetic? It might hurt." He said in a nervous voice and corrected his glasses.

"I can handle it." you muttered.

"Are you sure? It really can-"

"I'm sure, Harrington." You growled interrupting him and turned your head toward the window, and he silently began to dispose of the glass shards.

Your hissing in pain did not escape his attention. To make matters worse, he also noticed the single tears that flew down your cheeks. As he was putting the stitches in place memories of last night began to fly through his head. Everything he said in your direction. Every word went straight to the heart of the problem. Glancing at your face every now and then, he could feel it getting fainter as he stopped at the purple area under your eye. Now he knew why you were wearing so much makeup. He knew what you wanted to hide and that scared him even more. He now understood why you refused to have a drink. Everything seemed so obvious now. Why didn't you tell anyone about this? He thought of the evening when Robin cried her eyes out because of Vicky. He was furious with you for not even being there for her at such a time. He was furious that you left her alone, but now he knew. He knew why, he knew the reason you canceled all your meetings. You didn't want anyone to know about what was going on. But now he knew now. This realization became a burden he didn't know how to lift.

"Y/n, listen...I- I want to apologize for yesterday. I was an asshole, I shouldn't have said all that." he said quietly. Shocked, you looked at him. He had said many awful things about you but never apologized for it. After a moment, though, surprise turned into a stony face.

"I don't need your sympathy or pity." you replied dryly. "You don't need to lie about being sorry, I know that's not true."

"Y/n..." normally he would have already started to get irritated that you wouldn't accept an apology causing another argument, but now he didn't feel an ounce of anger at you. He himself didn't know exactly what he felt.

"You weren't supposed to find out about all this. Believe me, if I didn't have to I wouldn't be sitting here right now, sitting here with you is much worse." He was already used to these kinds of words coming from your mouth, but never in his life had it been accompanied by tears, and he knew it must have meant you were on edge. "But there is one thing we agree on." You looked him straight in the eye. "I wish you hadn't saved me that night too." you were too tired. You had survived one hell only to immediately land in another. After a sleepless night and a morning full of screaming, you no longer had the strength to keep up the mask that everything was fine and you were handling it. Your life was one big mess and this was just the beginning.

"No, y/n-" before he could say anything further the women came back into the room. He knew what they were talking about. He remembered perfectly the moment when he said those words, and to this day he regretted it. No matter how bad the relationship between the two of you looked, he knew it was too much.

"How's the arm?" the Doctor asked when they returned to the room.

He coughed before speaking. "I took out the remaining shards of glass and cleaned it carefully. Just two more stitches and everything will be ready."

"Well done." She praised him by sending him a warm smile, and then turned to you. "You mentioned very severe abdominal pains, I'd like you to lie down now. We'll run some tests to make sure the baby is okay."

To make sure the baby is okay. Baby. You were pregnant. You were pregnant and a victim of domestic violence. I wish you hadn't saved me that night too. Your words gained more and more frightening meaning making his heart sinking.

While the examinations were being carried out he took care of cleaning up the position after sewing up your hand. This did not take long. Dr. Linda reassured you by saying that everything was fine, but pointed out that you should try to avoid stressful situations. What did that even mean? Your life now was one big stressful situation, how the hell were you supposed to avoid it?

"Now listen to me carefully." she looked at you. "If you ever decide to talk to someone about your "falls", remember that you are safe here and we can help you. You just have to let us do it. We'll take care of you and the baby, okay?"

You just nodded your head. You couldn't do that. You couldn't get away from him no matter how much you wanted to. "Let me walk you out." You quickly got up and followed the doctor.

Before leaving you looked at Steve one last time. He wanted to say something, anything that would erase all of yesterday's words, but it was impossible. With a broken expression on his face, he could only watch the door close behind you and think about the fact that you were on your way home, where your abuser was waiting for you. He involuntarily clenched his fists at the very thought that Travis might once again lay a hand on you. He was filled with emotions he couldn't recognize.

"You know this girl, don't you?" Judy asked with a sigh. Steve just nodded affirmatively. "You're a good guy, Steve. It's good that she has a friend like you." Her words were like a strong punch.

Oh Judy, if only you knew...

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