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sitepathos · 4 months ago

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Imagine the angst if Bruce does end up finding a cure for the Megamycete, but when he injects reader, he starts to calcify immediately bc the megamycete replaced most of his cells already. Reader laughing maniacally as he crumbles bc he won

First of all, I hope everyone had a great holiday season, whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, etc. Also, Happy New Year to those already in 2025 and to the rest of us still in 2024, hope you’ve found a fun way to ring in the upcoming year!

Second, I’ve had A LOT of people asking me this question (for real, most of my asks are about the Reader dying after the Megamycete is removed) and I just want to say… sips sweet tea.

Sorry, everyone, that is MAJOR spoiler territory and I’m not ready to reveal that information. You’ll just have to wait until climax of the series to find out whether you lose the Megamycete and what happens if you do, or if you prevail over the Bats.

But, for this individual’s ask, let’s just say the Bats do manage to kill the Megamycete, resulting in your death due to it making up much of your body at this point. You slowly but surely turn an alarming shade of white before crumbing into dust, choosing to spend your last few moments of life to mock them, laugh at them, and that “you’ll see them in hell.”

Bruce would be totally destroyed that he’s the reason for his son’s death. Once again, a member of his family is dead, but unlike Joe Chill and Joker, he was the killer, the smoking gun/detonator in his hand. He completely withdraws into his work, both as Bruce Wayne and Batman; doing anything he can think of to keep from being reminded that the last words his son said to him was that he’d see him in hell (he’ll gladly spend the rest of eternity being tortured if it means being near you). He had your calcified remains gathered into a capsule and buried in the Wayne Family Cemetery (despite Alfred’s best efforts to convince him to bury you next to your mother).

Dick is heartbroken, both at his baby brother being dead and that death was preferable over you being with them, your family. While Bruce withdraws, Dick becomes more present, dropping in on his siblings practically every day, asking how their day was, what they’re currently doing, do they want to hang out, etc. He also visits your grave everyday, telling you about his day, what’s going on with the family, and how he regrets not being a better big brother to you and he wishes he could change the past.

Jason separates himself from the family (except Alfred, of course), pissed at them for mistreating you for years, but mostly pissed at himself for doing the same thing. Looking back, he can see that he was so engulfed in his anger, pain, hatred, and sadness and so convinced that he’s the only one in the family that’s suffering that he couldn’t see that you were just like him; if he had gotten his shit together, he would’ve seen that you clearly didn’t belong in this family of batshit crazy vigilantes and you weren’t getting the proper support you needed. If he had, he would’ve snatched you and raised you himself. But he didn’t do that, and he’ll never get the chance to spend anytime with you.

Tim does the same thing as Bruce, drowning himself in his work, both as Tim Drake and Red Robin, but he goes a step further in his spiral into madness that even Bruce couldn’t bring himself to do: obsess over your remains. After your funeral, he dug up the capsule containing the calcified dust that was once you (he has a very concerning obsession with your remains) and brought it to a safe house he had prepared just for this purpose, using all the scientific equipment within it to analyze your remains down to the atomic level, confident that even in this form, you’re still alive (after all, this is a sentient pile of mold we’re taking about, so logic and reason have long since been thrown out the window). When he’s not obsessing over your remains, he’s obsessing over your game studio, having used Drake Industries to acquire it and personally oversees everything it does, telling everyone that he’s doing it to honor you.

Stephanie tries to cheer everyone up, but if even Dick is depressed, there’s nothing she can do. She feels extremely guilty about how she basically threw you away like a child does an old toy after her first week in Wayne Manor. Since Bruce has basically taken over your old room, like he’ll find you there if he goes there enough times, she takes up the burden of taking care of your house (a task she was able to take right from under the noses of Bruce, Tim, and Damian), going through all your possessions every time she’s over there, reading your books, playing the games on your computer, and even sitting in your bed. As she does, she learns a little more about you, making her grief for you even stronger and wishes she could’ve hung out with you.

Cassandra has only known true regret and grief a few times in her life, but her treatment of you and your death are definitely the worse instances of regret and grief she’s ever experience (and probably ever will experience). She accompanies Steph every time she goes to your house, helping clean it, keep your knick-knacks organized, and pointing out anything you may have hidden. As she gazes upon your various collectibles and posters in your game room, she wishes she could’ve gotten to know you more; when she first met you, she deemed you insignificant due to your lack of combat training and low threat level, but she now knows that you were not only a person, but her brother. She only wishes she would’ve learned that lesson before you were taken from them.

Damian is like his father, withdrawing into himself, but he also comes out every now and then to lash out at anyone unfortunate enough to be near him when his anger reaches its boiling point (Jason gives as good as he gets while Dick takes it all in stride). You were his brother and you were suppose to be by his side! When he realized his error, he had made plans for you to be by his side for all the important moments of his life, like when he inevitably inherited the Cowl of Batman, or when he took over Wayne Enterprises, or when he finally triumphed over Drake! But, not only are you dead, but you used your last few moments of death to curse and taunt him. He becomes a time bomb that goes off unexpectedly on a nearly daily basis.

Alfred is absolutely heartbroken over the end of your feud with the family. He knew that you wouldn’t go back willingly after helping the others relate the error of their ways, and when he learned of you being the host of the Megamycete, he already foresaw the fight you’d put up (so much like your father, he thought), but he never thought that you’d take it so far as to result in your death; had he known that you’d die he would’ve found another way of making you return to the manor. But now, you’re gone reduced to a pile of dust. He tried to convince Bruce that you should be buried in your hometown next to your mother (he’d want that more than anything, Master Bruce, he pleaded), but you ended up being buried in the place you hated more than anywhere else close to the people you hated more than anyone else; as much as he hated to admit it, he liked that you were buried in the Wayne Family Cemetery since he can visit your grave everyday, keep it clean from leaves, dirt, and dust and beg for your forgiveness for not doing more while you were alive.

#asks #from gold to mold

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wandascrush · 8 months ago

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Runaway Bride

Summary: There’s only one person you really want on your wedding day

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Weddings, love, crying, running away, lots of angst

Song: Someday I’ll get it by Alek Olsen

You were out of breath by the time you got there, crisp cold air hurting your chest. Your throat was as dry as sandpaper. Natasha was there, waiting for you like she always was. Your legs were tired from running, broken nude heels in your hands, beautiful and forgotten. The white flowy, soft fabric of your dress touched your body delicately, dragging and picking up the color from the wet mossy grass. Sore legs lowered down to sit on the grass next to the girl who once captured your heart…but she was silent. Just you two, alone. The air was so cold it hurt your bones.

You rested your head against the large oak tree that sat behind you two, making a little cove under its branches. So many thoughts were racing through your mind, “I’ve ruined everything. What will people think? I have to say sorry.” But once you saw your favorite spot waiting for you, with your favorite girl, everything melted away. You shouldn’t even be here right now, you shouldn’t have been thinking about Natasha, but she was the only person that ran through your mind.

“Long time no see, Natty.”

You’ve gotten used to her silence though, it kind of became her new character trait these days. Sometimes you pretended it didn’t hurt anymore, but it always did. A little more each time. Rain droplets started to fall around you, wetting every inch of dirt and stone. More green from the grass started to slowly seep into the beautiful white fabric of your dress. You knew her deep gaze was on you, looking at you with pity…maybe with love?

Your chest tightened as you blinked hard, vision blurring, “I was supposed to get married today, you know,” a sad laugh escaped your throat as you played with the fabric of your dress, “I looked beautiful. My hair was done and my makeup was perfect and-I was supposed to be happy today,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “I was supposed to be standing at that altar, looking into her eyes, promising forever. But I couldn’t even say the words. Because every time I looked at her, I saw you. And I hated myself for it.”

“I’m so tired of missing you. Some strange part of me thought getting married would make me happier. But all I see is you. When I say my vows, it’s your name they’re written for.”

I think of you all the time, now that you’re gone.

The rain poured down in relentless sheets, soaking through the dress. The sky above was a swirling mass of dark clouds and angry wind. Digging your manicured fingers into the soft mud, it felt like the only grounding thing. The feeling of mud seeping under your nails was the only anchor you had.

You checked your phone, trying to wipe the rain off of it and realized that you’d already been there for over an hour with Natasha. You needed to get back, answer all the missed calls and texts. This would be the last time you two saw each other…something inside you was certain about it. Shaky legs stood up, using the big oak tree as support and grabbing the bouquet you forgot about next to you.

You slowly kneeled down in front of your first love, first everything, and pressed your forehead against her cold grave stone, “If love could have saved you,” breaths came in short, sharp gasps, salty tears falling into your mouth, “you would have lived forever, my Natasha.” Soft lips kissed the engraving of her name as you gently lied the bouquet down for her, grabbed your broken heels, and said goodbye. It took all your strength to not look back as you walked out of the private cemetery.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff au #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff blurb #natasha romanoff marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x you

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itsalwaysteatimeinwonderland · 8 months ago

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Request: Spike x fem!reader (I love Buddy and Spike together, but in fairytale land he’s ours instead of hers)

Plot: She’s a slayer who works with Buffy on occasion, when Spike sees her for the first time his jaw drops so far that Buddy has to keep her from stabbing him and saying “he works with us, don’t worry about him” and the rest of that first meeting of theirs is up to you

I love this prompt! I did go overboard with it. So apologize for the long and winded answer.

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William (Spike x y/n)

Requested: Heck yes! See above.

Word count: 3.2k (sorry)

TW: talks about being hurt.

Summary: Once a romantic, always a romantic.

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Another night of patrolling. You were tired of trailing behind Buffy. Always second best as a slayer. You managed by reminding yourself that you were here to learn and not hate. After all, Buffy was a good person; she's just bossy.

"Can we take a rest? We've been out here for hours and nothing." You say.

Buffy sighs. "Fine." She sits by a gravestone. "Spike said there was a big bad roaming this area. I guess he was wrong."

"Who's Spike?"

Buffy takes a pause. "No one of importance."

You give her a weird look. No one of importance yet you’re out there hunting because of the information this 'no one' provided.

You hear a twig snap and you’re on high alert. Buffy takes out her stake and jumps up from her seat.

A figure steps out of the shadow. A vampire. You're quick to lunge at them. You start by throwing punches and kicking where you could reach but the vampire was strong and fast. After some time, you're able to pin him down. You lift your stake to end him.

"Stop!" Buffy yells.

You turn back to her confused. You look down at the vampire and are caught by how handsome he is.

"That's Spike. He works with us, don’t worry about him."

"You're the 'no one of importance'? A vampire?" You stall in getting up from him.

"I’ve been threatened before but never by a beautiful woman."

You scramble to get off, embarrassed and angry.

"You didn't have to get up on my account" spike flashes you a smile.

A charismatic vampire. Just what you needed.

"A vampire. On our side. Explain." You turn to Buffy.

Buffy sighs. "He was bad. He found a soul. Now he's good."

You eye him up and down. "A vampire with a soul? Do you brood too, like Angel?"

He's caught off guard. He's too busy admiring you. Taking you in. He swore time stopped when your eyes met. If you were the last thing je saw begore he dies, it would be enough for him.

He opened his mouth to respond but he was too caught up in your presence to formulate a sentence. He felt like a dolt. Like a schoolboy with a crush.

"Well? Too good to talk?" You tease.

He smiles and steps closer to you. He holds back from caressing your face.

"Sorry, love. I was caught off guard by your beauty."

You blush. A smooth talker. You walk past him trying to avoid his probing gaze.

"Are we done here?" You ask Buffy.

"Yeah. Tonight was a bust. Thanks, a lot Spike." Buffy walks past Spike along to your side.

Spike's eyes trailed after you. He could drown in you and still be content. He formulated ways to be around you, hopefully, with you.

The next night Spike found himself by Buffy's side. Anxious for you to join.

"Bored enough to patrol with us?" Buffy asked annoyed.

Spike was too busy craning his neck and looking left and right to find you to answer Buffy.

You eventually run up to the pair. You look Spike up and down, a bit nervous that he was there.

"The Nobody is tagging along?" You asked Buffy.

She assented.

The three of you skulk around the woods and cemetery in the hopes of finding a vampire, a demon, anything. Tonight, seems to be another bust. Buffy couldn’t stop but worry for you meeting Spike. She consistently caught Spike following you, looking at you.

All the while, Spike is thinking of witty things to say to get your attention. He feels like such a goof around you. You were his ale and he was drunk on you.

"Well I’m done." You say.

Spike perks up. He can walk you home. That's romantic, right.

Buffy sighs but concedes. She is still watchful of Spike’s behaviors. She worriesyou’re your safety. However, she trusts your judgment and your ability to stay safe. After a brief good night you start walking away. Spike jogs after you and walks in pace with you.

"What are you doing?" You question him.

"Walking you home." He says simply.

"What makes you think I can't walk home by myself?"

"A pretty girl like you shouldn't be alone at night." He kicks himself for being so forward.

"You think I’m pretty?" You look at him.

Spike's words come out in a jumble. He doesn't know how to respond, especially as you look at him. He feels like such a fool around you.

"Is this your place?" He points at a house nearby.

Your attention is rerouted to the house in question. You assent but you're curious how did he know what your house looks like. You choose not to ask.

Spike realizes that he has given himself away. Of course, he knew what your house looked like. He stalked you the night you met. He had to know everything about you.

You both walk up to your porch.

"Thank you for walking me home."

"Jus' doing my job."

"What job is that, exactly?" You tease.

Spike is flustered and anxious. If he could blush he'd be a mess of hues of red. He chooses not to answer. He turns away and waves you good night. As he walks down the street he makes sure that he is out of your sight before he sprints back to his crypt. He was inspired. He was full. He was in love.

For the next several nights Spike patrolled with you and Buffy. Every night he'd walk you home. Every time he made a fool of himself in front of you. He wanted to redeem himself but just couldn't get himself well put together enough to show you he was smooth.

One night Buffy decides its best if you split up. She makes Spike go with her but Spike protests. She reprimands him and he is forced to trail behind her. Spike is sluggish as he follows Buffy. It doesn’t take long for him to hear you yelling for support. He sprints your way, afraid for your safety. Buffy struggles to keep up.

One big demon was lurking down an alley way. You run up to him before Spike has the time to stop you. You get the wind knocked out of you by one of the demon's arms. Spike jumps in and goes for the eyes. As the demon thrashes, it takes him awhile to get to the demon's head.

Spike is successful in blinding the demon. He later ends its existence with a metal pipe to his heart.

All the while you're knocked out on the floor, bleeding from the bruises you accumulated from being thrown around. Spike is quick to run to your side. His love mangled and bruised. Spike picks up you unconscious body bridal style and starts towards your house. Buffy blocks his path.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

He looks at her annoyed, “Protecting y/n. What does it look like?”

“Put her down or I’ll stake you.”

“Go ahead. You know you need me more than I need you.”

Buffy groans and moves out of the way. She makes a mental note to keep tabs on Spike. Not all of him was bad, but a tiger can’t change his stripes.

It doesn't take long for you to awaken in his arms. Your vision is blurry but you can make out a chiseled jaw and blonde hair. The realization that Spike was carrying you hits you.

"Put me down." You say in a gravelly voice.

Spike looks down at you, nothing but adoration in his eyes.

"Can't, kitten. You're in no state for walking." He responds

You wiggle around in the hopes of breaking free but you're welcomed with pain in different parts of your body. You decide its best to stay put.

It's a quiet walk back to your house. You could smell his scent. Fresh dug up dirt and sage. You were entranced by it.

When you reach your porch Spike refuses to put you down.

"Let me in." He says.

You look up to him wide eyed. Before you could open your mouth to protest Spike interrupted you.

"I can't take care of you if I can't come in."

"Put me down." Was all you could muster.

You were so afraid of letting him into your home you would rather drag your body than let him in. In theory of course.

As soon as Spike obliged and set you down, your body faltered and came crashing down. Spike hyper aware of your every move, and knowing this would happen, grabbed you and held you bridal style again.

You sigh in frustration. You were too proud to drag yourself into your home. But you were too afraid to give this vampire so much power.

"All I want to do is care for you. It's the only thing I've wanted."

You look up at him. You're met with sincere eyes. You’re memorized by the slope of his nose, the arch of his eyebrow, the swell of his lips. You give in.

You open the door and invite him in. Spike is elated. He takes in your scent. He dreamed, momentarily, what your scents intertwined together would smell like. Crumpled bed sheets, soft pillows, an unmade shared bed. You were open water, and he was drowning.

He eventually snaps out of his reverie and walks you to the bathroom. He sits you on top of the closed toilet seat. You point to a first aid kit. He makes quick work of your bruises and cuts. He takes care of your face first.

The closeness was killing him. He can feel your soft breath. Clearly see the tiny scars you accumulated on your face from fighting demons and vampires. He can feel your welcoming skin.

Once he was done with your face, he had to tend to your ribs that he knew were bruised.

He inhales and prepares himself. "L-lift up... your sh-shirt." He stammers. With you he wasn’t Spike, he was William Pratt. Nerdy, small and scared. This was by no means a confession of love yet he was afraid you would reject his request to take care of you.

You were initially surprised by his request but you knew he needed to check your ribs. You slowly lift your shirt, suspicious but welcoming.

If Spike could breathe his breath it would be stuck in the back of his throat. To gaze upon so supple flesh, the curve of your stomach, the color of your skin. If only he had more. He was spellbound.

As he continued to take in your body he sees the nasty bruises on your ribs. He snaps back to reality and is quick to tend to them.

"Sorry." He mumbles as he works on your ribs.

You giggle. "I didn't know I was that pretty."

He hypes himself up to speak. He hopes that it'll come out charming and honest. He lifts himself up to look into your eyes.

"You're breathtaking." He sticks the landing. It's not much but it’s what he can muster up.

Your breath is shallow and shaky. It all hit you at once. You’re, alone and semi nude, in your bathroom with a vampire who was tending to your wounds. What were you doing? You didn't know this man that well. You start to panic. Spike can see it in your eyes. He stands and gives you space.

"What is it?" He probes.

"I don't know you. Why are you doing this?" You pull down your shirt.

He's quick to decide on his words or else he'll lose you. "I'm drowning in you." His words are sincere, desperate.

You sit there confused and overwhelmed. A vampire, in love?

You bite your lower lip, not knowing what to say. You didn't want to admit it, but you were there with him in the throes of the waves. You think of ways of not chasing him away.

You stand up and walk to your hallway into a closet. You pull out a spare pillow and some blankets.

Spike follows confused and scared. What if his confession was too much.

"You can't go out. The sun will rise soon. You can stay with me for the day."

Spike is instantly giddy and energized. To spend the day at your home with you, he doubts he'll get any shut eye.

"Sadly, you can't sleep in the living room. The curtains aren't dark enough. You'll sleep in my room, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No such thing!" Spike protests.

"What's the alternative?" You question.

"I'll be a perfect gentleman." Spike grins at you.

There he goes again, finding ways into your heart. Always present, always charming. You trusted him to keep his hands to himself; but do you trust yourself?

You sigh and assent. There was no other way to the equation. You're sharing a bed.

As you get ready for bed, Spike wanders around your room. He continues to take in your scent, touch your stuff and even look through your hamper of dirty clothes.

When you're done, Spike is already lying in bed, shirtless. You remember to breath. You didn't know if you'd last the night.

"Something wrong, love?" He asked.

You shake your head and get into bed. You turn off your lamp and you're both consumed by the darkness. It was quiet. Too quiet. You tried not to make it awkward.

"Are you asleep?" You ask.

Spike smiles in the dark. "Not yet." He was relishing the closeness, the intimacy of it all.

"Talk to me then. I'm not tired."

"What do you want to know?" He turns to you, his head in his hand, elbow propping him up.

You slowly turn to him, conscious of the proximity. Of the possible contact.

"Tell me about you as a human."

Spike takes a deep breath, not that he needed it. He hated talking about meek and small William; but for you he would do anything.

He dives deep into who his character was when he was human. He added disdained looks and nasty remarks about who he used to be.

"... nothing but a pathetic unworthy sack of bad poetry."

"Stop it. William sounded sweet, and caring. Empathetic and loving."

Spike's eyes widen. No one has ever referenced to him as such, unless it was his mother. He clears his throat.

"He was something" he dismisses your words.

"I think I'd love William. He might make a good boyfriend." You giggle.

At your words Spike is instantly fired up. Yes! This is his way in. He needs to tap into William's energy. He needs to be loving and soft. Caring and unconditional. Not that he wasn't all those things already, but he doubted his ability to conquer your heart as Spike.

"A rose by any other name is still a rose." Spike suggested.

You smiled at the idea of Spike still being the same sensitive poet. You pondered on the possibilities.

You guys talked for the rest of the night until the sun came up. Soike felt more confident and was witty, as he wanted to.

Due to your extensive talks you both slept in until the sun set. You were the first one to wake up and went straight to shower and get ready for patrolling. Spike woke up to an empty bed. He panics. Was last night a dream. He jumps out of bed and searches for you around the house. Spike spots you as you exit the bathroom. He breathes a deep sigh.

Spike pretends to be put together and follows suit in showering and getting ready.

As you walk out if the house and onto the streets Spike feels bold and reaches for your hand. Not the whole way. Just caresses and soft touches. He's testing the water. You don't move your hand away and Spike smiles. One you reach the cemetery he decides to go for it and grabs your hand. He waits. One second. Two. Three. You didn't pull your hand away. Success! However, you quickly let go of his hand when Buffy appears.

You greet each other. Your face red in embarrassment. You couldn’t get caught flirting with a vampire. You’re not Buffy, but you can see the appeal of such a pairing.

Buffy is weary and worried about you. But she’s too busy and tired to be patrolling tonight. She hates herself for thinking this, but she had no choice but to let you two patrol without her.

Spike is excited to have time with you, even if it means fighting baddies. He is watchful of your every move, how your scent fills the air, your soft breathing as you weave through the woods. Another slow night, nothing to be done. Spike pushes himself to invite you into his crypt. He wants to spend more time with you, bring you into his world. You agree.

You admire how he has made a place of death his home. You sit on the couch he has in his ‘living room.’ Spike explains that he hasn’t any refreshments to offer. You don’t care. He is quick to take a seat by you. He suggests watching TV. You decline.

“What do you want to do then?”

You’re feeling wild and bold. You wondered what it felt to kiss a vampire. You had shared too much time already. You knew his intentions. Why not take it a step farther. You felt like you were moving too quickly but time waits for no one.

“This.” You say as you lean into kiss him.

Spike is surprised but wants this more than his undead life. The kiss is chaste, soft. You back away to see his expression. However, Spike is too into the process to end it so quickly. He places his hands on the side of your face and leans in for a deeper kiss. He takes your taste, tropical fruit and sweetness. You give in, wanting this moment to last.

Spike’s kiss is rougher, wanting, full of desire. You move closer wanting to be engulfed by him. You didn’t know this is what you needed but here you were, being one with him. Spike asks for permission with his tongue to explore your mouth. You give in. The ambience is hot and heavy. Your breath is shallow. Your body is coming alive and you want more. Spike catches onto the cues. He can tell that this has turned into lust. He wants love. He slows down the kiss until you separate.

You’re confused and disappointed. You look at him for answers.

“I thought you wanted me.”

“More than life.” He says.

“Then, what’s wrong?”

“I want all of you. Not just your body.”

You blush. A vampire in love, what a sight to see. You didn’t know what it would look like to love a vampire. You didn’t know if this was wise, but you were too involved to back out now. You lean in for one last kiss.

“We can take it slow.” You agree as you walk up and leave the crypt.

Spike is elated and excited. He is full of life and energy. He may be drowning in you but you were right with him swimming in the same turbulent sea. He wanted you to be his life saver, the reason for him to continue on. He knew of love but never of this intensity. Nothing compared to this feeling. He walked down to his room to lay in bed. He reaches for a notebook and starts writing poetry. You were his muse, and he was -after all- a poet in love.

#buffy the vampire slayer #william the bloody #btvs #buffyverse #spike x y/n #spike x you #spike x reader #spike btvs #spike #spike the bloody #spike x yn #requests open #writing requests

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 11 months ago

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So… I already have like 70 Sterek fic tabs open on my phone (there’s so many good authors in this fandom it’s not my fault!) but I was thinking that despite some fantastic tumblr posts about it I don’t think I’ve actually read a necromancer!Stiles fic.

I went through your fabulous tag page but I didn’t see one so hopefully I didn’t miss it. If you or your loverly followers have any recs I sure would appreciate it!

(And no rush, I seriously have so many tabs but I am greedy)

Hi @arora-kayd! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

Murder, Magic and a Masterclass in Denial by Noxnthea (9/9 | 41,940 | Explicit | Sterek) “No, seriously, I need to talk to you really quick,” Stiles interrupts. “Before Peter gets out here.”

Derek braces himself. “Okay.”

“I need you to make sure I can be alone with the body for a few minutes.”

Derek stares at him. “You get that that’s like…a really weird request, right?”

In the three months since Derek left the NYPD and joined the FBI’s Behavioral Analysis Unit, he’s gotten used to a lot of things: he’s learned to deal with seeing Peter every day, he knows how to hide his enhanced senses on the job, and he doesn’t mind the late nights and early mornings.

One thing he’s still not used to, however, is Stiles Stilinski.

You only Live Once… or Twice by WonderWolf (6/6 | 32,949 | Explicit | Sterek) “Anything,” Derek’s eyes are determined, boring into Stiles’.

Stiles huffs a laugh, “Careful there, big guy. Don’t want to be promising anything to every necromancer you meet. Some might ask for your soul or someth—”

“I’ll give you my soul to bring her back,” Derek says, his voice steady and strong with resolve, “if that’s what you want.”

Stiles’ mouth gapes open for a moment before his brain kicks into gear and he stutters out, “N-no, I don’t ask for that. I only ask for money.”

(Or the one in which Stiles is a necromancer who needs help stopping a rogue alpha and Derek is the solution, but at what cost?)

I See Dead People by Asteria_Star (13/13 | 15,318 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles has been able to see Ghosts for as long as he could remember. Having a ghost tell you that you are a necromancer and that the supernatural exists was nothing. What isn't nothing is trying to navigate your best friend becoming a werewolf while trying to hide what you are.

Features Stiles and Talia having a mother-son dynamic that I didn't know I needed.

Sarcasm, Suspicion and Raising the Dead: A Necromancer’s Guide to Getting the Guy (Your Murderer and/or Your Boyfriend) by Aerica_Menai (1/1 |13,917 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles met Derek’s blue, blue eyes - still striking, even bloodshot from crying - as he slid into the other side of the booth. Immediately, the request came tumbling forward: “Could - would you bring her back?”

“I can - I will - but only temporarily,” Stiles warned.

“Thank you,” he breathed. “Whatever extra time I get with her will be - “ He took a deep breath as his voice broke. “ - appreciated,” he finally choked out.

And that’s when Stiles knew he was in trouble.

formed in the very poetry of nature by frankie_31 (4/4 | 7,984 | Explicit | Steter) Stiles can raise the dead. Stiles can put them back down. But what happens when one of his undead minions stays up?

Peter Hale is back from the dead. Kind of. And he'd like to stay that way.

Burial Rituals by aurevell (1/1 | 4,989 | Gen | Sterek) The necromancer freezes halfway over the fence, stuttering to a halt the second Derek flashes his red eyes. It’s an awkward pose to hold: leg hiked up over the waist-high bars, hands gripping the rail for balance. The fence’s wrought-iron spears dig into his calf a bit as he settles, clearly caught off guard.

“Uh,” he says lamely, his face pale in the scant moonlight. “Shit.”

Derek guards an abandoned cemetery. Stiles is the necromancer trying to break in.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #magic!stiles

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bullet-prooflove · 6 months ago

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Safe: Leroy Jethro Gibbs x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @riley-kore @ilovemark1951 @love-affair-with-fandoms @mishkatelwarriorgoddess

Companion piece to:

The Ice Queen - Gibbs meets The Ice Queen for the first time.

Break The Ice - A act of decency helps Gibbs to break the ice.

Umbrella - Gibbs gets more than he bargained for when he offers you his umbrella.

Grave - You and Gibbs bump into each other in an unexpected place.

The thing that Gibbs likes most about you is that you don’t give damn about what anybody else thinks. That becomes blatantly obvious over the months he continues works with you. You’re a consummate professional, a fierce victim advocate and the most compassionate woman he’s ever met.

The way you speak to the families, it’s an art form.

He could only wish for more people like you. People who haven’t become desensitised by everything they’ve seen. People who still give a shit.

“I don’t know how you do it.” He says to you one night over drinks at a bar he’s already forgotten the name of. “How do you stay sane after seeing so much death?”

Meeting up like this, it’s starting to become a regular thing between the two of you. You’ve been doing it ever since the day you ran into each other at the cemetery. Most nights he grabs a few drinks with his team but Thursdays, he reserves those especially for you.

“I know that people think I’m cold, detached…” You say as you swirl the ice cubes around whiskey glass. “But when I look down at them, I see the person they were. Lieutenant Colchester’s calloused fingers from where he played guitar, the scar on Ensign Lopez’s knee from a cycling accident. They all had hobbies, a life, people who care about them.” You take a sip from the glass. “I guess that makes me driven.”

“It’s a good way to be.” Gibbs tells you, his gaze meeting yours. “You fight for them, even when the lead on the case tells you, you shouldn’t.”

He’s talking about the blow up they all overheard coming from Family and Sexual Violence and Threat Management Unit this afternoon. You have a dead Corporal on your table and Special Agent in Charge LaRue is shoving the file to the bottom of the pile because the deceased used to be hook to put food on the table before she joined the service.

“I’m gonna be person non-grata in that department for a very long time.” You state as you signal to the bartender for another round. “They’ve already requested another M.E.”

“It was the right thing to do.” Gibbs tells you as if it’s something irrefutable.

That’s one of the reasons you like about spending time with Gibbs. There’s no platitudes, there’s only frankness. He’s a man without an agenda and you can not express just how refreshing that is.

“I know.” You say, pushing your used glass away from you. “I’d do it again in a heartbeat if I thought it would bring any of them justice.”

You damn well would too, he knows it.

It’s an hour later that he begins to tug on his jacket. It’s the same everytime. Eleven o’clock hits and he walks you home. Only tonight you aren’t pulling on your coat, your still sitting there, your finger tracing around the top of the glass you’ve been drinking from.

“Maeve?” He questions, tilting his head to meet your gaze.

“I think I’m gonna stay a while.” You tell him and he sits back down on his stool.

“Alright, well I’ve got nowhere else to be-”

“Jethro.” You say softly, your hand coming to rest on top of his ensuring you have his full attention. “You know that feeling you get, that frustration that builds and builds until you end up starting a fight. I get that too, only I fuck it out.”

“Oh.” He says as it dawns on him. “I’m cock blocking you.”

“You look like a big strapping Marine, ready to beat the shit out of anyone that approaches me.” You inform him and he supposes he kinda does.

“I’m not sure how comfortable I feel…” He begins because his momma taught him a lot better than to leave a woman alone in a bar.

“It’s not about your comfort.” You remind him, your voice turning brittle. “It’s about me getting what I need and what I need is to get fucked.”

He doesn’t like it, not because of the sex but rather the danger it presents. You’ll be taking home you don’t know, someone who could hurt you or worse. He also knows he can’t stop you, that you’re going to do this no matter what he says because it is a need, one that he recognises all too well.

“Will you call me or page me?” He asks you as he raises to his feet once again. “Just so I know you’re safe.”

You sigh, rapping your fingertips upon the surface on the table. He gets the feeling you aren’t used to people actually giving a shit about you. Well tough, he does and you’re just gonna have to get used to that.

“Maybe.” You concede. “If you leave within the next five minutes.”

Maybe…

That’s the best he’s gonna get for now.

It’s a couple of hours later that his pager chirps. He’s doing push ups in the dark on the bedroom floor, trying to chase away the images of another man touching you, tasting you, fucking you. He’s not a jealous man but he is protective, he would go to hell and back for the people he cares about and apparently you’re one of them. He picks up the tiny black device, his gaze fixating on the letters as they scroll across screen.

S-A-F-E.

Safe.

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#leroy jethro gibbs #leroy jethro gibbs x reader #ncis origins #gibbs #gibbs x reader #austin stowell

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britcision · 1 year ago

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So I’ve been thinking about cultural Christianity lately and how people tend to get very upset about it without really understanding what it is, so here is a primer

Cultural Christianity is not a choice you make. It does not mean you are Christian, or even that you remotely like Christianity; a lot of people who vehemently hate the religion do so because of their own cultural Christianity

It is not a shortcoming, or a moral failing, or a sin. It just means that the culture you were raised in was predominantly Christian.

Note: I did not say “majority Christian”. Christians don’t need to be a majority to have a dominant cultural influence

Cultural Christianity means you inherently understand and probably use swearwords like “damn”, “hell”, or a variation on the name “Jesus Christ”

It means when I say cultural Christianity is not a sin, you understand exactly what I mean without needing to have it explained - and you probably know the phrase “original sin” or “seven deadly sins”, even if not in full detail

It means hearing about Hades, god of the dead, wealth, and volcanoes, and assuming he’s the bad guy of Greek mythology… y’know, like Satan

(EVERYONE went to Hades when they died. The Elysian Fields, where the best heroes went, was in Hades’ underworld. The Eleusinian mysteries, a cult to Demeter and Persephone, was basically about asking them to tell Hades to give you a cool afterlife

And he would cuz he drank his “respect wife” juice if not all of his “respect women” juice. Did still kidnap her. But she is a major feature and often makes the decision herself or influences his when they’re mentioned together

Meanwhile, people try and cast Zeus as a good parent)

It means having to have a dreidel, a menorah, or a kinara explained to you at a time when you already knew about Christmas trees and Santa

(Yes, Santa Claus, Saint Nicholas, major host of the Mass of Christ, is culturally Christian. Even though Coke invented his aesthetic - that’s the “cultural” part)

It’s when you go to make up a new non-religious or pan religious winter celebration… that is centred around a day with family and gifts which is obviously the 25 of December. Maybe counting down 12 days before

It’s defaulting to calling a place of worship you don’t know the name of a “church”

Cultural Christianity is not something people have a choice in; you don’t pick where you’re born, and there are so many other cultures in places like Canada, America, and Britain that are culturally Christian out the ass! But… you will catch Contact Christianity in any of these places

It’s damn near impossible to consume any American or most Western media without brushing across it; cross imagery is everywhere, Christian demons and devils sneak into media all around the world

Western (and some other) Gothic fashion leans heavily on gothic architecture and, yeah, heavily Catholic imagery

Now, brushing across the media in other parts of the world does not impart the same level of cultural Christianity as growing up in a city with four churches on a single block and a Santa Claus parade

And you can grow up heavily in an entirely different culture even in the Bible Belt (but you know what Bible Belt means); you don’t have to abandon all other culture just because Christianity has a chokehold on your home

But when December (or fucking November these days) hits and you hear Mariah Carey in 3/6 stores, yes, you probably have some cultural Christianity

You sure as hell don’t need to be able to name half the denominations (can you name more than 4?), you may never set foot in a Christian church in your life, and still have a cultural Christian influence

If your street names have “saint” in them

If there are crosses or angels on more than half the graves in a cemetery

If you know how to cross yourself but aren’t really sure when you learned; you didn’t look it up or do research to find out

Now note: none of these have an inherent moral judgement attached to them

It’s just about what the culture you live in has taught you about the world, and there’s no culture that is magically the Right One or better than the others

There’s no reason to expect even specifically Christian culture to be the same around the world; it isn’t. It has the same root, but what flowers from the soil is another matter entirely

There is nothing wrong with acknowledging that you have culturally Christian influences and biases; being human is 90% absorbing information from the world around us and half processing it at best - there’s just too much input, and intentionally filtering out Everything Christian Ever?

Well unless you started at 2 years old, odds are pretty good it’s not really a personal choice kinda thing

And you cannot compensate for these influences unless you acknowledge that they exist, that you did not choose to form them, and that you do get to choose how they affect your actions going forward

Christmas stuffed a bunch of other religious traditions into a single package to make itself popular, but if you learned them as Christmas traditions first… do I even need to say it?

#cultural christianity #especially at this time of the year #it just bothers me when people try and deny it #like they’re ‘too good’ to be formed by the society they grew up in #no friend #your deadass brain formation is affected by your first language

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sardonyxlestrange · 13 days ago

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A bit of a reintroduction, my name is Sardonyx Hellvile Lestrange. I am black, I am goth but most of all I am black, obviously. I love all things gothic and unique related. My account is a positive black queer space and I won’t tolerate any hatred whatsoever.

My style is equally as performative as it is personal. I’ve been within the goth community for nearly a decade.

With that being said, I don’t often see a ton of black representation or acknowledgement within the community. I have been told countless times that i should use the white foundation base for a lot of my makeup looks or that I should straighten my hair.

And while that’s not necessarily bad I often feel like it takes away from the uniqueness to my personal look. The Afro that I often have gives me a sense of power that I love. That and I get many compliments from little girls saying how much they like the look. And growing up being told that my hair looked ‘messy’ and ‘nappy’ in its natural state, hearing that warms my heart.

I unapologetically love my look and I hope to find more black alternative people in the future.

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sashaisready · 5 months ago

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Since You've Been Gone: Chapter 3

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Series Masterlist

After a regrettable first meeting in the cemetery, you discover that you have something in common with a certain member of the Avengers. Unfortunately, you can't choose your neighbours, even in death.

(Setting is approx. post TFATWS)

Hi all, sorry for the delay with this – I ran out of steam a little with this story so I’ve decided to leave it as a mini series. Maybe I’ll come back to it in future and expand but for now I’ve run out of road and am lacking inspiration in where to take it – so this will be the final part. Thanks for reading! As always, reblogs and comments are appreciated.

You sat within the safe walls of your apartment, watching the rain batter the windows outside. It had been raining all day, far heavier than the city was used to at this time of year. Thank god you’d been working from home today, commuting would’ve been a bitch. You peered outside to watch the small flood in the parking lot beneath your window. Water steadily rose as it licked the bottom of car tyres, and you prayed that would be the worst of it.

You’d been anxious all day as you watched it get worse out there, watched the puddles spread and the flower baskets soak. You kept thinking about the cemetery, how the grave might be faring in these conditions. The hardy stone would be alright of course, but what about the candle holder? The ornaments? The flowers?

It would all probably be fine, normally bad weather did little else but move a few things around at the gravesite…but you couldn’t remember the last time it was this bad. It made you nervous thinking about it as the wind picked up.

It wasn’t like you could go check it out now, driving in this mess would be a nightmare and a death wish.

You moved away from the window and made yourself a cup of herbal tea as you tried to think about something else. Anything else.

So, you thought of Bucky.

You weren’t really sure how it had happened, how he had weaved his way into your head. Initially he had just been the guy at the cemetery, the one you tiptoed around after you’d inadvertently pissed him off that first time you met. He was there doing his thing; you were there doing yours. Sure, he was handsome. But you hadn’t really given him much thought beyond that. Although you had thought it was nice to have some actual flesh and blood company out there for a change – even if he was just as quiet as the permanent residents of the cemetery.

But ever since the incident with that obnoxious man with the phone a few days ago, he’d been creeping in more and more. You didn’t know why; you barely knew him. But he often popped into your head when you least expected it. His big blue eyes…the slight poutiness to his lips….the way his hair framed his face-

A loud crack of thunder shook you from your thoughts.

You winced as you sipped your tea, flinching at the lightning bolt that followed. The weather was kicking up a gear.

You turned away from the window, taking brief comfort in the warmth of the mug in your hands. Your mother used to say there was no point worrying about things you couldn’t control; they’d still happen regardless of how you felt about it. Which was true…but you could never brush things off in same the breezy way that she always had. You often thought she’d have something similar to say about you visiting them. ‘You should be out there living! Not worrying about us! We aren’t going anywhere!’ you could practically hear in your head. Although sometimes it was hard to remember how her voice sounded. And you knew it would only get harder to hear it as time continued its relentless march…

You were sure everything would be fine.

…But you’d go visit the cemetery the second the weather improved. Just to be sure.

🍂

The rain continued all night. Your sleep was broken and stolen by the continuous thunder. Frequent lightning flashes had illuminated your entire bedroom and forced you awake each time you had drifted off. Even without that going on, you weren’t sure if you would’ve managed to rest, the anxiety churned and churned in your stomach as you worried about what you’d find when you got to the cemetery. At least it was the weekend, and you didn’t have to drag yourself into work in this state.

Logically, you knew you were overreacting. It wouldn’t come as a shock if anyone had told you that. Your parents would not be disturbed by the rain, their stone was built to withstand far more than some rough wind and water. Everything else at the site didn’t matter in the big scheme of things – some flowers, a few ornaments – nothing expensive, nothing irreplaceable.

But you’d put so much effort into maintaining it.

You hadn’t been able to control your parents’ deaths, but you could control their gravesite. Not the weather of course – but you could maintain it, bring flowers for it, keep it nice and neat. Grief often meant chaos, but this was something orderly and manageable that you could oversee.

Most of the time, anyway.

You woke up feeling groggy, almost like a hangover, but were relieved to see the rain had finally stopped. You rushed through your morning routine, showering, dressing and then shovelling down breakfast, practically running out of the door with your car keys in hand.

The drive over was tense, the anxiety heavy in your belly like a stone as you got closer to finding out what awaited you.

You parked up and dashed through the cemetery, hugging your coat close to your body as you zipped closer to your section. You were disheartened to see a few branches had fallen off trees along the way, petals from different flowers strewn across the grass. It didn’t fill you with confidence.

As the grave came into your eyeline, you were surprised to see Bucky already there - hunched over and moving rapidly. You couldn’t work out what he was doing from that distance.

As you drew closer, you realised he was crouched over your parents’ grave. You stiffened, unable to grasp what was going on.

He must’ve sensed you coming as he suddenly stood up and turned to face you. His large body stood like a shield between you and the grave as you tried to peer past him. You could see the concern written all over his expression.

“Hey, hey…it’s okay…but…” he warned gently, his blue eyes somehow still intense but softer than you’d ever seen them.

You attempted to manoeuvre him out of the way, stressed now as your heart pounded in your chest. What was he trying to keep from you? Of course you were fruitless, it was like trying to move a brick wall. He grabbed your arm with his gloved hand and held it tightly, but not painfully, to still you. You were surprised at the swell of comfort his touch brought, but you were too worked up to really let it calm you.

“There’s been some damage from the storm…but it’s okay…” he told you cautiously.

“Just let me see…” you practically hissed, your eyes welling with tears.

He sighed in defeat and reluctantly stepped aside, dropping the hold from your arm.

You gasped as he revealed the grave. The flowers were ruined, ripped apart by the storm and strewn about, countless petals littered across the plot. The little vase you’d kept them in had fallen in the wind and cracked against the headstone, shards splintered along the glass. The candle holder had met a similar fate, the ornaments no longer resembled what they had originally. The whole thing was a complete mess. Worse than you had imagined.

“Oh!” you whispered in shock as you knelt over the debris, not even sure how to start cleaning up this mess. Your heart sank entirely. You knew it was an overreaction, but it almost felt like you’d let your parents down somehow. Even though none of it was your fault, and they surely wouldn’t care even if they’d been here. You picked up the broken candle holder and held it up futilely, as if it would somehow magically come back together.

“I…I have some garbage bags in my car. I’ll get one,” Bucky said quietly.

He disappears, although you barely notice. You’re back on your feet again, your eyes flitting over to the Barnes’ plot. The flowers Bucky had previously laid against the stones were wrecked just like yours, but that was the extent of the damage. That’s because he was sensible and didn’t cover the graves in stupid, breakable trinkets like you did.

You felt a wave of self-loathing wash through you and found yourself unable to look at the mess any longer. You stomped away quickly; your eyes squeezed shut. You practically ran back to your car and started the ignition before you fully knew what you were doing. Suddenly you had driven home, and you were back at your apartment. You managed to fight back the tears until you were home and safely behind closed doors, embarrassed to be crying over something so silly.

After some time had passed and you wiped your eyes, you had a horrible realisation of Bucky’s last words to you – he was going to get a garbage bag for you! And you’d run off! God, he must think you’re a total freak. Mentally unstable. Or incredibly rude, at the very least.

You sighed, taking a deep breath. No more of this. Time to put on your big girl pants and woman up. Bucky was trying to help, and you’d run away like a spooked rabbit. Seeing the grave in that state was upsetting, yes, but it was fixable. There would always be more flowers and more candles. Like you’d already told yourself, your parents weren’t exactly going to be disturbed by a little rain.

You’d had your little wallow, but action was the best solution.

You checked the time. Bucky would be long gone by now, but maybe you could leave him a little note apologising for rushing off. You felt embarrassed about how you’d behaved, trying to push by him to get to the grave when he was only trying to help. You felt like you were always fumbling, always doing the wrong thing in front of him. But then…you felt like that in front of a lot of people.

You grabbed your kit plus a few extra supplies and headed back to the cemetery. You knew yourself well enough to know that staying home and doing something else would only mean your mind drifted back to it later. Get it done, then you can move on.

You drove back over to the cemetery, better prepared this time. Or so you thought. As you approached the grave, you certainly weren’t prepared for what you found.

“Bucky?” you asked with disbelief.

He was still there, hunkered over your parents’ plot. As he stood you gasped, the candle holder was in his hand – now completely intact.

“I always keep superglue in the trunk of my car so…” he trailed off sheepishly.

As he stepped aside, he revealed the similarly repaired vase at his feet, and one of the ornaments. You just stared at them open-mouthed.

“I couldn’t save them all, I’m sorry,” he continued, “but at least some of it is salvaged. And I put aside the broken stuff for you in case you wanted it as a keepsake or something”.

“You…you did all that?” you whispered, “for…me?”

He shrugged again like it was nothing. “Well…yeah. I know how much this place means to you…and I was a total jerk the first time we met. Walt up at the office told me last week that you had taken care of my parents’ graves, but I’d just assumed it was the staff here. And here was me thinking you were messing around with it. I was out of line. So, the least I could do was…” he nodded over to the recently repaired objects.

You were unable to hold back your smile, the grin stretching across it lighting up your entire face. You rushed forward, enveloping Bucky in a bear hug. “Thank-you,” you whispered to him.

He stumbled slightly in surprise at the sudden contact but caught himself and let out a light-hearted chuckle, “yeah…you’re welcome”.

He hugged you back, and the two of you just stayed like there for a while. You both allowed yourselves a moment of comfort in the other, both orphans, both grieving in different ways and mourning different lives, but still connected by bereavement and feeling untethered after losing your roots and foundations. The…friendship, could you say? That had developed between the two of you over these last couple of months had been a surprise, but it was certainly welcomed.

You both pulled apart, slightly embarrassed, when you spoke again.

“I’m sorry I got upset…it’s dumb I know, they’re just silly stuff. You didn’t have to do all of that…”

“No,” he cut you off. “It’s not dumb. It’s important to you, you put a lot of work into this place. It’s okay to be sad about it”.

You nodded, smiling at him. It was such a relief that he just got it. He understood.

“Would you…uh…” he cleared his throat, “…maybe wanna get a cup of coffee with me, sometime? Maybe meet somewhere outside of a cemetery. With living people. You know..if you want to…”

You beamed ear to ear, “yeah. Yeah, I do want to”.

THE END

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes fan fiction #since you've been gone fic

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jibberjibbsart · 8 months ago

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I'm guessing Luz' glyph worked cause they're in Gravity Falls? Cause otherwise Glyph magic doesn't work in the human world iirc.

Sorry if I come off as snippy I’ve just been getting this comment… a lot 😅

Luz was able to use magic in the human realm with the vial of titan blood they found in the cemetery. Since she knows King is a titan and I imagine she spends equal time in our world and the demon realm, King has probably donated some blood for her to have on hand in case she needs it.

And I know King’s glyph system is different than his fathers but we don’t have canon designs for his glyphs and I didn’t want to make new ones so I just used the old design for the plant glyph.

So yeah! I imagine she’s just got a little pocket vial of titan blood.

#I get this comment on tik tok maybe 20 times a day

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specific-dreamer · 2 months ago

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I'm so obsessed with the Curtis Parents. Do you have any hcs: fluffy, angsty, all of it PLSS

absolutely i do !

a hc (but ig technically not bc s.e. said it on her twitter awhile ago but) mrs curtis’ full name is karen josephine curtis

(and as a big fan of transfem darry, she changes her name to karen josephinne. so she’s still a jr and also bc i think it’s hilarious that she has her parents name just with an extra n. I DIGRESS)

karen wanted a girl but she didn’t want a girl ykwim. like she would’ve been over the moon if they had a girl, but she was always scared a daughter would be too much like her (i can’t explain it v well i’ll come back to this in a later post)

darrel (mr curtis; i never call him darry just fyi) is absolutely too easy going on the kids but he’s still the threat. like “you just wait til you’re father hears about this” not because they’d get in serious trouble but because like soda he wears everything on his face and it completely ruins the boys (and the gang) to see his disappointment. his favorite line is fs “im not mad just disappointed because i know this isn’t you”

oh also. soda? wears everything on his face bc he can’t hide anything. darrel wears everything on his face bc he doesn’t feel the need to hide it.

darrel absolutely has a favorite and it’s darry (who he calls junior 80% of the time)

(i’ve mentioned this 100 times before but) karen paid for ace to take ballet bc she was worried ace was becoming “too boy-ish” and it was “unladylike” for ace to wear baggy clothes and shorts all the time (jokes on her ace fell in love with ballet)

(they had to stop paying for the classes like a year b4 canon bc money was too tight)

dally use to have longer hair that he always complained about and once karen offered to give him braids (not to the scalp ofc just like some plaits) and he laughed in her face, left, came back with hair scissors and a razor (stolen) and said “just get to cutting mrs c”

darrel read somewhere that shaving ur baby bald will give them thicker hair down the line bc it gives it the chance to grown even and he wanted to do that with darry, but karen said absolutely not bc she didn’t trust it. though she lets him do it with soda just to see and his hair grows back so thin 😭😭 he’s got a lot of it but it’s defo not thick so they don’t do it to pony. (so you have darry and pony with heads full of hair, no scalp in sight, vs soda with long hair but if you move two strands you see his whole scalp) (it’s ok at least sodas the pretty brother)

now, context for my favorite, when the outsiders musical was still a concept they toyed with the idea of the curtis parents being like ghosts on stage. totally would not have worked, i’m glad they didn’t go thru with it HOWEVER its a banger idea so here are my hcs

they’re ghost obvi

darrel doesn’t ever really leave the cemetery and if he does the closest he’ll get to the house is the lot

karen on the other hand ? is always leaving. she likes to watch over the kids/follow them around

if not following them then she’s at the house. sometimes she forgets she’s just a ghost she hollers at the boys when the door slams or when they go too long without cleaning the house (especially the dusting, it drives her nuts that they don’t dust the house)

darry visits mr curtis all the time and they have (one sided) conversations (i totally did not write a mini fic of one of their convos whattt)

karen was with steve at his house when everything went down at the fountain

OH I FRGT darrell cannot move/touch real things except his headstone bc he hasn’t left ? strengthened?? his ghostly powers get.

karen on the other hand can move a couple things around (like i said it pisses her off that the boys don’t dust or wipe down the table before eating. i am not joking when i say that’s how she discovered her powers had like real affects; she was moving little things around while helping darry clean up and lit a candle when they finished. darry had turned around and was like “🧍🏾‍♀️i did not light that candle wtf”

anyways i digress. i say all this to say) karen was with steve that night making sure he got a good nights sleep and his dad wouldn’t bother him

so you can imagine how upset she was when she found out about the fountain

darrel learned what happened first when he sees this kid roaming around the cemetery clutching his side whilst looking lost and scared

(and yes i said the cemetery; i think paul forced darry to let him help pay for their funeral but that’s neither here nor there)

darrel? terribly angry at bob. which yk fair bob was drowning his son. but darrel’s a father first and foremost so his dad radar was kinda going off the walls watching this kid roam around lost to hell

i have more on this au but i wont bore you

hope you enjoyed anon !

#the outsiders #darry curtis #the outsiders musical #ponyboy curtis #sodapop curtis #dally winston #steve randle #bob sheldon #darrel curtis sr #mr curtis #mrs curtis #karen josephine curtis #the outsiders ace #uhhh what else #spec’s ghost au #why tf not

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kopykunoichi · 2 months ago

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Elias, Chise, and Ruth (Part 1)

I have been giving a lot of thought to the dynamic between these three. We can all see how much their relationship has grown, and how they’ve bonded so much with each other. But I’ve just rewatched the anime and now I’m reading the manga along with it, and I’m catching things I missed before….like how Elias almost ate Chise because he was overcome with jealousy over Ruth. There is so much to unpack in chapters ten through fourteen, it’s hard to focus on just one thing, but for right now, I’m going to just dissect what is happening between the three of them over these four chapters.

So, chapter nine starts out with Elias giving Chise the ring from Angie, and Angie reminding her to put it on the index finger of her right hand, and that it was much too soon to be thinking about putting any rings on her left ring finger. This gets Chise thinking about Elias’ proposal to make her his bride, which he hasn’t brought up in some time.

They are on their way to deal with the black dog issue for the church. On the way, Elias mentions that he wants Chise to obtain a familiar as soon as possible. He explains that familiars are servants who live off their master's magic and perform tasks in return. Elias really just wants someone who will tell him when Chise's about to keel over, because at the rate she burns through magic, she's going to croak on him within the year. Elias views a familiar as another stopgap measure to help keep her alive until he can figure out a permanent solution to keeping her healthy so she really can be his "forever" person.

Careful what you wish for, buddy.

They arrive at the church and Elias goes off to talk to the groundskeeper while Chise decides to wander around in a creepy cemetery, alone. It takes about five seconds for her to attract a very evil spirit, from which Ulysse (I’m just going to call him Ruth from now on) promptly - and dashingly - saves her.

Then, in chapter ten, when Alice shows up to try to acquire Ruth to get Josef off Renfred’s back, Chise in turn protects him. This sparks a conversation between the two girls about their masters, and Alice has no problem admitting how much she loves and is devoted to Renfred…which sparks Chise beginning to wonder how much she feels for Elias. The chapter ends with Josef showing up and trying to kill Alice to silence her, but his chimera ends up impaling Chise instead.

And Elias straight up loses his shit.

Chapter eleven kicks off with Elias dismantling Josef’s chimera in a very efficient, if not messy display of raw power. Alice watches in horror, recalling how Renfred once described Elias as a half-baked monster who liked to play at being human. She observes that he’s no half-baked monster - he’s ALL monster - and he could *never* be human. Her internal thoughts serve to give voice to Elias’ greatest fear, that he’ll never be human. Meanwhile, Ruth is tending to Chise, who is - to everyone’s surprise - not dead.

Josef asks Elias, “What are you getting so angry for? I’m sorry I mucked up your experiment, okay? But one human is as good as another. I thought they were practically insects to you. Go get a new one if you have to. No big deal–”

And just as Elias is about to turn on the little creep - obviously, he’s angry because Chise is *not* just an experiment to him and he cares for her a great deal - Chise stops him by throwing her arms around him. He is surprised to see that she’s fine. She holds onto him, but then he realizes what form he’s in and says that he must frighten her. He tells her to let go so he can change back, and he does so with no issues.

Pause. This is important, because he later claims that he has issues controlling his form because he hasn't used it in so long. But in the moment, he reverts back to his "human" self easily; and later he even maintains that form in battle while allowing a piece of shadow to detach from himself and shield Renfred and Alice from Josef's attacks. He doesn't seem to be struggling to maintain the form whatsoever.

Unpause. Elias is clearly touched that Chise is unafraid of him, even in the form of a massive nightmarish shadow being. They have a moment and he brushes his face against hers. Immediately, Ruth shows up and grabs hold of her sleeve.

We watch this scene play out through Renfred’s eyes, who is watching a human girl holding onto the sleeve of a monster man, while a very attractive young man is holding onto her. They are literally standing in a triangle. Renfred thinks to himself, “Well, no accounting for taste.” We, the audience, are clearly meant to pick up on the fact that this looks like a love triangle.

Josef recovers and reiterates his desire to take Ruth. Chise is not having it. Chapter twelve begins with her ready to rain down every bit of magical power she has to stop him. Elias stops her before things get too dire, but everyone can see how serious she is about protecting Ruth.

After they are transported by the Will o’ the Wisp, Chise breaks down in Elias’ arms and apologizes for not listening to him. He tells her it’s alright, and she just needs to be more careful. Then he gives her her first “kiss” from him, in the form of a nuzzle. Since Elias doesn’t have lips, he considers rubbing the side of his face or his teeth against her cheek to be his best approximation of a kiss.

Then the Will o’ the Wisp explains to Ruth what he is; a church grim whose job it is to chase grave robbers away. He tells Chise he doesn’t want to be an experiment or a church grim, he’d rather be with her forever. The Wisp is incensed, claiming that Ruth's a fool. Even if she’s a sleigh beggy, it’s beneath a fae to beg to be bound to a human. Chise is confused, so Elias explains that to be bound with a fae is “an unspeakably powerful tie - a promise the two make to share themselves wholly with each other. And I do mean wholly - senses, feelings, power…even their time.” He tells her that because Ruth is a fae, he won’t die. But if he binds himself to her, he will limit his lifespan to be the same as hers.

At first, Chise refuses to do that to him, but Ruth begs her, saying he doesn’t want to spend eternity waiting for his sister, Isabel. In the anime, Elias repeats that Chise binding herself to Ruth will eventually cost Ruth his life. He is clearly trying to dissuade her. But Chise hugs Ruth and replies, “It’s okay. I know how it feels…to not want to be alone anymore.”

As they begin the binding ritual, we see Elias watching the two of them speak their vows. Ruth turns back into his human form, pressing his forehead to Chise’s and interlacing their fingers. When it’s done, he says to her, “I’ll be at your side forever now, Chise. Give me a new name for the new me.”

FULL STOP

Look at him.

We know that Elias has a limited understanding of what marriage is. I believe he does understand what humans do in order to make more of themselves, but he doesn't seem focused on that for his own relationship with Chise (perhaps because he's not even equipped for sexual intimacy or he thinks sex is only for the purpose of procreation). In either case, Elias thinks that a bride is someone you live with who spends the rest of their life with you, being your partner, sharing their thoughts and feelings and emotions. He just heard Chise say that she knows how it feels to not want to be alone anymore. In the English dub of the anime, she straight up says “It’s okay. I don’t want to be alone anymore either. And now we don’t have to be.” And then the scene rests on Elias for a good three seconds. To him, all he’s hearing is that he’s not enough for her. She has him, but she’s still lonely. He gave her his home and everything he had and he wanted for her to be his special someone - his forever person…and she just gave herself body and soul to a faerie man she met an hour ago. He wanted her to have a familiar, but he was not expecting her to go this far.

He just watched Chise give Ruth everything he wanted them to be. He’s hurting so much, and he knows why, but he doesn’t know the name of this feeling yet. He loves her, but like an emotionally immature child, that love is insecure and prone to jealousy. To make matters worse, he’s just transformed in front of her for the first time, revealing his monstrous form…the one that, at one time, ate humans. Elias, like the fae, has several forms, but none of his has a human face. He has to use spells to make himself appear human, but it’s not a true form. Ruth, on the other hand, has two forms - a beast form and a handsome human form. He looks very right standing there next to Chise, protecting her, holding onto her. When Elias imagined Chise getting a familiar, he was probably thinking an aerial or a cute little pixie, not a handsome man who is even *more* touchy feely than Elias is. The child of thorns is understandably feeling inadequate and jealous, but he’s nowhere near to identifying the name of these feelings. But they are dark and they are consuming him and they are drawing him down a path he hasn’t trod in a long time.

When Josef retreats, the Wisp ushers the souls that comprised the chimera back into the cycle. More on this later, but he very specifically says that even artificial beings have souls, in their own way. You can see the souls of Isabel and the animal ingredients separating out and being carried away. If Elias is a chimera, as is heavily implied in these chapters, he has at least one fae soul, a human soul, and animal souls within him. This will be important to this discussion later, which is why I mention it here.

Elias absolutely insists on carrying the injured Chise back home. Chise beckons Ruth to join them, and he reaffirms his namesake by telling her that where she goes he will go and her home will be his home. Right after he says that in the anime, we see Elias’ back begin to lose its form as the shadows struggle to break free…

Part 2 Here

#mahou tsukai no yome #the ancient magus bride #tamb #the ancient magus bride manga #Chapter 10 Speak of the devil and he's sure to appear.#Chapter 11 Seeing is believing.#Chapter 12 Let sleeping dogs lie.#character analysis #meta analysis #Elias Ainsworth #Chise Hatori #tamb Ruth #Elias x Chise #Elichise #Robinthorn

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redrose10 · 6 months ago

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Here is something small I’ve been thinking about the last couple of days and since tomorrow is Halloween I thought I’d write and post it. Hope everyone likes it and Happy Halloween!

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Yoongi x Female Reader

Warnings: Lots of angst, cemeteries, death, hints of smut if you really really look

Word Count: 2,014

Normally if someone was knocking on your door at 12:30 in the morning you would be a little scared if not absolutely furious. But today was different. Today was October 31st, it was Halloween, and that meant you knew exactly who was on the other side of your front door. You rushed to answer it.

Yoongi, your former fiancé and still best friend, greeted you after you swung open the door. “Hi Yoongles!”, you excitedly exclaimed before jumping into his arms. He grunted at the impact but still tightly wrapped his arms around you, “Hey Y/N. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I’ve got so much planned for today. First I thought we could bake some pumpkin muffins. Then we can watch a movie, maybe Nightmare on Elm Street or Paranormal Activity, it doesn’t matter. I just want to be scared. Then we can go to that pumpkin patch over on Main St. I heard they have great apple cider. We could grab lunch at that restaurant you love. I also picked out some costumes for us. I thought maybe we could get dressed up and then hand out candy. And then we could…”

“Y/N, Y/N…breathe.”, Yoongi chuckled, “We have all day and we’re going try to get as much done as we can. I promise. But how about we just go lay down for a few hours. I think some cuddling in bed sounds great right now.”

You shyly nodded, “Sorry I just love Halloween. Cuddling sounds nice too. Let’s go.”

It was true. Halloween was your favorite holiday for many reasons and you waited for it all year long. There was so much you wanted to get done and you already felt like there weren’t enough hours in the day but you were content taking Yoongi’s hand and leading him to your bedroom where you snuggled up to each other underneath the covers. The familiar sensation of his bare skin on yours after so long sending goosebumps trickling through your body.

A few hours later you woke up to the smell of bacon filling your apartment. Freshly showered after the night with Yoongi you found him in the kitchen whistling along to a song on the radio as he scrambled some eggs.

“Morning Y/N!”, he smiled when he noticed you. He handed you a cup of coffee but you set it down on the counter choosing to wrap your arms around him instead. You stood there and held onto him until he was done cooking the food and you two moved to the table.

“So what’s first on your list today?”, he asked.

“Well I think we should bake some muffins or even cookies if you would prefer and then watch a movie. We can decided what to do after that.” He nodded in agreement before shoveling a spoonful of eggs into your mouth so that you would actually eat something.

So that is what you did. You had a fresh batch of pumpkin muffins on the coffee table in front of you while a horror movie played on the tv screen. You were cuddled into Yoongi’s side with a blanket draped over your laps.

After the movie you both decided to check out a local fall festival. You split a caramel apple and drank a bunch of cider. It was nice walking around hand in hand with each other as you watched the kids run around in their costumes. The sky was bright blue without a cloud in sight and the air was a little cooler making it the perfect weather.

You and Yoongi decided to stop at a cafe for lunch. “How have you been Y/N?”, he asked as you both waited for your food.

“Good, I got that promotion at work I was telling you about last time.”

He smiled, “Awesome! I knew you would.”

“Oh hi Y/N!,” someone said from behind you. When you turned around you saw your coworker Namjoon. You smiled and waved. He was very sweet and nice and you loved spending time with him. He had asked you to hang out today but you had to turn him down because of your plans with Yoongi. It hurt you how it wasn’t an easy decision like you thought it should be.

“Hi Namjoon!”, you replied feeling a little guilty for how excited you got because you saw him. You didn’t want Yoongi to know. Namjoon knew about your relationship with Yoongi and he was very understanding and accepting which made you like him even more.

You introduced the two of them and shared some more pleasantries before he began to excuse himself. “Hey my invitation to Jimins party is still there if you change your mind. You’re both welcome but if not I understand.”, he smiled before giving a wave and walking out of the cafe.

“You should go to the party.”, Yoongi said before taking a bite of his sandwich. You shook your head feeling tears begin to form. You wanted to go with Namjoon. It sounded fun but you didn’t get to see Yoongi that often and you didn’t want to miss this chance.

“Y/N, you can’t stay hung up on me forever. You need to meet someone new. He seemed nice and I think he likes you.”

You shook your head again, “What should we do next? Go home and try on the costumes?”, you said trying to change the subject. You knew he was right. You shouldn’t spend your life trying to get back with Yoongi when you knew that wouldn’t happen. You just weren’t ready to move on just yet.

“I am not wearing this.”, Yoongi grumbled walking into the living room. You couldn’t contain your laughter at the sight of him in the too big for his feet shoes with his tail dragging behind him and comically large mouse ears sliding off his head. “Oh come on…we’re Mickey and Minnie Mouse. We look so cute!”, you threw in an extra deep pout which you always knew would get him. Of course it did and he even agreed to let you draw on some whiskers after that too. You guys handed out candy to all the kids that came to your door until there was nothing left.

After you both changed back into your comfy clothes and cleaned up you ordered food and put on a movie. This time you searched for something a little more light and funny. You ate and talked and just enjoyed being in each others presence.

Your phone went off a few times with some texts from Namjoon. You smiled at the photo of him dressed up at a big koala bear. You sent off a quick text so he would know you weren’t ignoring him before you turned off your phone and hid it away not noticing the look of sadness on Yoongi’s face as he watched you.

When the movie was over you just sat there in silence clinging onto him not wanting the day to end. He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he studied your face wanting to remember each and every detail down to the last freckle, almost like he knew it would be the last time he ever saw it.

“Hey uh I’ve got to get going.”, he said after a while tapping your shoulder. You checked the time and sighed because you knew he was right.

“I’ll walk you.”, you said. He tried to protest but you were already putting on your shoes and jacket so he knew it was useless.

The temperature had dropped significantly which made you try to burrow into his side even closer as you walked down the street. “I had a really nice time today. I can’t wait until we can do it again.”, you smiled.

“Yeah it was nice. Those muffins were amazing. I think I ate like seven of them.”, he chuckled.

As you got to your destination you could definitely feel the tension in the air. Yoongi stopped walking in front of the entrance and so did you. You leaned in resting your forehead on his chest.

“I don’t want you to go. I’m gonna miss you too much.”, you whispered trying your best not to cry.

“I’ll miss you too.”, he said running his fingers through your hair.

“I’ll try to come visit as much as I can and I’m already coming up with ideas for us to do next year.”, you chuckled but Yoongi didn’t seem as optimistic.

“Y/N…maybe…maybe we should take a break. You could hang out with Namjoon next Hallloween. Maybe I’ll hang out with someone else or something. Maybe meet new people.”, he said trying to avoid looking at you knowing he’d cry if he saw you cry.

“What? Why?”, you gasped, “Did I do something?”

He shook his head frantically, “No no no. I just think that maybe we should do other things. You can’t keep letting me hold you back Y/N. You and I are never going to be a thing and Namjoon seems like a really good guy so you should give him a chance. I just…I don’t want to be the reason that you’re stuck here and why you won’t move on. I want you to find new love, get married, have a family if you want, go on vacations and travel the world, and grow to be a little old lady with the love of her life. I can’t give you all that Y/N, I was going to but not any more.”

You knew time was running out which only made you feel more anxious and desperate, “But I don’t want anyone else. I want you Yoongi. I love you.”, you said the best you could through sobs.

“I know. I love you to Y/N but we can’t keep this going.”, he whispered afraid his voice would crack. He pulled you into a tight hug squeezing you like he was afraid to let go, “I have to go now. I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will and I’ll always be there watching over you. Even if you can’t see me or feel me or hear me…I’m there. Just know that. Please take care of yourself and stop worrying about me. As long as you’re okay then I’m okay.”

You nodded because you knew time was up and there was no point in arguing anyways. Yoongi leaned in and gave you a kiss.

You did everything you possibly could to memorize how he felt, how he smelled, how he tasted. You weren’t sure when or if you would ever get another chance.

Yoongi released his hold on you after giving your hands another squeeze. You couldn’t bare to watch him walk away again so you stood there with your eyes squeezed shut until you could no longer hear the crunch of the leaves beneath his shoes.

That’s when you finally opened your eyes secretly hoping to still see him but he was gone and you were met with nothing but darkness.

You let out a long sigh as you turned and walked through the gate letting it slam behind you. You softly smiled at a few other people that seemed to be having just as hard of a time as you were. You were happy to not be alone though.

The cemetery was always crowded at this time on Halloween, the only day of the year the dead could freely walk amongst the living. People were saying goodbye to their loved ones after having spent the last twenty-four hours together just like you and Yoongi had done.

You began the lonely walk back to your apartment unsure of what the next year would hold but you believed Yoongi’s words and you knew that he would always be watching over you no matter what.

#bts #yoongi x reader #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bts fanfic #bts x reader #yoongi x y/n #yoongi fic #yoongi angst #yoongi fluff #bts fluff #bts yoongi

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