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jake-g-lockley · 2 years

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Born to be Yours: Part 1 (Marc Spector x fem!reader)

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Warnings: A little bit of angst, smut (not too explicit in this part)

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I decided it's best to come back with a bang (ehehehhe, ok ill stop now), and what other way to do it than to post on my birthday. BUT HI, THANKS FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME <333 I'm going to start writing and posting more often from now on, part two of this should be up by Wednesday. Again, love y'all loads and enjoy this Marc fic hehe.

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The toddler’s shrieks reverberated around the patio as you spun around with her in your arms.

“AHHH the monster will never let you go!” You squealed and tickled the toddler, drawing out loud giggles.

Suddenly, big, strong arms ripped the toddler from your grasp, leaving you confused.

“Your prince charming is here to save you, m’lady!” a fake English accent followed a gorgeous raven haired man who stepped into your line of vision.

You scowl, despite the flutter of butterflies in your tummy, at the person in front of you, as the toddler gives him a big kiss on the cheek. He winked back to you and set the toddler down, who toddled away to her mother.

“Didn’t expect for you to show up.” You say to the chiseled Greek god that decided to grace your presence.

He hands you a chilled beer as he not-so-subtly eyes you up and down.

“Yea, I was in town and had to rescue my princess.” His eyes snap to yours and you feel a little creature in the pits of your stomach awaken. You snort and take a little sip of your beer.

“How long have you been back?” you leaned against the railing.

“About a week. Been meaning to meet you.” he says with a genuine smile.

“Bullshit, Spector. You hate my guts.” You laughed, trying not to blush at his pretty smile.

The old butterflies that you tried so hard to push away from you instantaneously resurfaced the second you laid your eyes on Marc Spector, threatening to tear themselves out of you and surround you with their visually piercing wings, as if attempting to shield you from the yearning that you had endured all these years.

Gina had organized a little barbecue with drinks and you had dropped by after work, your usual office clothes swapped with a cream colored salwar kameez and a beautiful red bordered shawl in the same color. You would be lying if you didn’t check your makeup and salwar kameez about a billion times before coming here, after knowing that Marc would be joining. You had not seen Marc for months and a small part of you wanted to see him at the gathering.

“Gina told me that you’ve got a boyfriend?” Marc suddenly says, and you raise an eyebrow at him, trying to scan his face for even the smallest bit of reaction to the statement he had just blurted out.

“So what if I do?” you said, raising an eyebrow slightly.

“Lucky boy, I guess.” he shrugged, averting his dark eyes away from you.

“Gods, Marc, we’re 35, I don’t date boys, I date men.” you sighed exasperatedly.

“Mmm, so then why isn’t this a thing.” he said nonchalantly, gesturing between the two of you, his face masking any emotion that you wanted to pick up on.

“Okay, kiddos, cut it off, I can hear an argument brewing. Stop it before I kick the both of you out of the house.” Gina steps in before you could even answer.

“It's a civilized conversation Gina, and you should really stop telling this man stories about my love life.” you chastised, bringing the beer bottle to your lips, tipping your head back and chugging the rest of it before slamming the bottle down to the table. “And Spector, this right here isn’t a thing because we’re just not it.”

You walked away from Marc and Gina to go and mingle with the others but you swore you could feel Marc’s impenetrable gaze lingering on you. His words remained imprinted in your mind and it kept playing again and again.

Why isn’t this a thing?

Did Marc have feelings for you? Or was he just testing the waters? You shook your head to rid the thoughts that were circulating aimlessly around. You really needed to clear your mind.

You left the little gathering and stepped into the house, slipping into the bathroom. You do your business and then wash your hands when suddenly the door swings open and Marc steps in and closes the door behind him.

“Bloody hell Marc, I swear I locked that.” You gasped as Marc chuckled. Your hand clutched at your chest and you took a few deep breaths.

“Did you follow me here?” You questioned, once your breathing steadied slightly.

“What if I did?” he said, raising his eyebrows, a mischievous glint flashing through his eyes.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to the sink to wipe your hands on the small towel. You planted your hands on either side of the sink and glared at Marc through the mirror.

“Why are you here then?” you say to his mirrored image.

“What do you mean by ‘We’re just not it’?” he interrogated.

“You know what I mean.”

“No, I don’t”

“Spector, we’re polar opposites, you like playing around with guns and being reckless, while I prefer the peaceful suburban life with no recurrent issues.” you sigh, bringing your hand up to pinch the bridge of your nose. “We’ve not seen eye to eye since we were kids and things will just not work between us.”

“We were just kids.” Marc smiled. “Times have changed.”

Tentatively, Marc took a step closer to you until he was standing directly behind you. Your glare faltered and your eyelashes fluttered slightly as he brushed his fingertips up your right arm and your grip on the sink loosened as tingles spread through your body.

“What if I told you we could make it work?” he breathed.

“We’re barely even friends, Marc.” You whispered.

He closes the gap, pushing you slightly against the sink and your breath hitched at his crotch pushed against the curve of your behind. You leaned back until you were flush against him, trying your best not to move against him.

“Mmm, is that what you want to be? Friends?” Marc uttered into your ear and you swore you could see his eyes glow white.

You wanted to answer him but that part of you, the sensible part of you, was tossed away, replaced with a prey who was trying her best to stand up to something a little too big for her liking.

Without a warning, he grabbed your hips and twirled you around to face him. On a normal instance, if someone had manhandled you like this, they would have had their head bashed in, but for some reason, a creature in you purred with Marc’s touch and your eyes voluntarily closed.

“Open your eyes and answer my question.” Marc’s breath tickled your face and your eyes opened instantly and you tried to nod.

“I-” Whatever coherent sentence you were going to utter was lost to the last of the air that escaped your lungs as your eye zeroed on the thin gold chain around his neck that had somehow escaped from his black button down shirt. You felt your world stop when you saw what he was wearing as a pendant.

Years ago, when Marc had left to join the military, you’d lost one of your favorite rings. It was a tiny gold band with a beautiful tiny blue sapphire that had been gifted by your late grandfather, an important family heirloom. Every night before bed you would take it off and set it on your bedside table, but on the day that the boys left, it was gone.

The pain of losing the ring and Marc at one go was too much for your teenage self to handle and you had cried for weeks. Now here it was, dangling from Marc’s gold chain, both of your cherished possessions back with you again.

You looped your finger around the ring and looked up at Marc’s eyes, demanding an explanation. Your questioning glare almost faltered as you met his now sad eyes.

“The day before I was drafted, I came to see you, to say goodbye, but you were asleep. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye, so I kinda just took your ring, you know, to have a piece of you with me.” Marc stumbled over his words, his usually authoritative voice dropping to a whisper as he got to the last part of his sentence.

He wanted to remember you.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as you searched Marc’s eyes for anything to prove your suspicions wrong and all you found was a look of yearning. You lifted a hand to his jaw, caressing his sharp jaw with your thumb and he leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering close.

“How long?” you whispered.

You knew what you were meaning to ask and he knew exactly what you wanted to know.

“For as long as I can remember, I always knew I was born to be yours, Y/N.” he whispered, opening his big brown eyes.

His honey-like voice filled your ears with one of the most beautiful melodies on the planet as he said it.

Slowly, Marc leaned in and your breath hitches as you brace yourself for what was about to happen, when suddenly the door swings open for the second time in the evening.

The both of you turned to see Gina standing there staring with her eyes and mouth wide open. You almost lost your head at the comical expression that adorned Gina’s face as you shifted your hips for Marc to let go, but his grip on your hips only tightened.

“Marc, let go.” You leaned in and whispered in his ear, caressing his jaw slightly again.

He snapped out of his daze and dropped his hands.

The both of them stared at each other like deer caught in headlights and you took your chance to silently slip past the both of them, trying hard to ignore the familiar tingling at the bottom of your abdomen that Marc left you with.

You quickly mumbled your byes to everyone and got into your car. You tried shutting your eyes but all you could see and feel was flashes of him, his chiseled jaw, his big hands on your hips, his soft breath fanning your lips.

You thought about your little ring hanging from his chain and how all these years he’s had it with him. You sat there in the car for a while, taking in slow deep breaths, trying to calm yourself and tame the creature that was itching to get loose.

You thought about going back, dragging him home with you to settle your differences and get back to what really mattered. You wanted to release years of pent up pain and anger that he had accumulated in you and you wanted whatever he had just said to you to be oh so true.

But for some reason you couldn’t. You just couldn’t.

“Fuck this.” You mumbled and started the car.

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Marc’s thumb caressed your jaw as you stare in wonder and amazement at his heavenly face. You tucked a hand under his cheek that lay on the pillow beside you and he brushed his thumb across your bottom lip. You let a small desperate whimper escape your throat as his hand left your face. Marc shifted closer to you and you tipped your head back, exposing your neck as your fingers slid into his soft messy curls.

His large hand found its way under the sheets to grip your hips as he pressed soft kisses onto the little spot on your neck that made you melt into his touch and tug his hair a little harder.

“There, you like that don’t you, angel?” Marc’s voice shifted to a deeper, cooler tone that makes you shiver. Your jaw slacked slightly and your eyes shut slowly. Any coherent thoughts you had in your mind trailed and faded instantly.

His hands moved lower, guiding your leg over his body, which you gladly obeyed. His hand then slides upward, under your loose nightshirt to cup your bare tit. His talented fingers gently twist your already sensitive nipple as he bites and sucks at your neck. You moan gratefully, grinding your hips to relieve the ache that had begun growing at your core.

“Marc…”

You woke up with a start and almost sprang out of your empty bed. You looked around, confused, your mind still deep in that little dream you had about Marc Spector. You let yourself fall back down with a thump onto your pillow as your head overflowed with thoughts of Marc. You closed your eyes and you swore you could feel him there with you and you clung to the imaginary feeling of his soft lips and hard hands on your hot skin.

It didn’t take long for the thoughts to jumble into messy waves as you incoherently slipped your hand under the waistband of your sleep shorts.

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Marc’s POV

All Marc could see was you. Your beautiful deep brown skin, the feeling of your gentle touch against him, the far away sparkle in your eye. You both were in Steven’s flat in a jumble of limbs and Marc couldn’t believe his luck.

“Finally.” He thought as he pulled your leg over his own hips.

Your mouth dropped open and he heard his name being uttered in the most sinful way possible as he continued his careful and calculated ministrations on you. To his awful luck, the second he heard his name, he found himself being rudely awoken by a loud cackle.

Marc’s mercenary instincts kicked in and he flung himself off his bed, landing ungracefully onto his face as his ankle was still tied tightly to his bed post. He stayed on the floor, utterly defeated as he heard gleeful laughter come from his head mates and the ancient moon god.

“Never in all of my existence have I had this much of a laugh.” Khonshu boomed and Marc looked up just in time to see him dabbing tears off his bird skull.

Jake and Steven were still rolling around with uncontrollable fits of laughter, clinging to each other in the head space as they watched their alter angrily pull the restraints of his leg.

Marc rubbed his nose that had unfortunately taken the brunt of his fall and he padded slowly back to his bed, slouching like a small beaten up puppy. He looked out the window to see that the sky was still dark and the beautiful full moon was out, dancing with the stars in the sky.

“What the fuck were you guys up to?” He yelled over their laughter.

“I’ll let you in on a little secret, my knight. I may have just sent her the same dream.” Khonshu chuckled, his blank eyes falling to the prominent tent in Marc’s sweatpants.

“I directed the little dream, of course.” Jake smirked.

“The restraints were my idea!” Steven piped up.

Marc groaned and fell back onto his bed, his nose slowly healing with Khonshu’s powers. He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes as Khonshu’s voice rang in his head, more coherently this time.

I may have just sent her the same dream.

“YOU SENT HER THE SAME DREAM?”

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Marc thrummed his fingers on the steering wheel of his car, waiting for the traffic light to turn green. He was on his way to your house to apologize. To tell you that he didn’t mean to freeze yesterday at Gina’s intrusion, that he really wanted to call you, to continue to tell you how he felt, and finally to explain to you why it took him so long to come to his senses and admit his feelings for you.

Why didn’t he just go last night? Why did he decide to leave the matter at hand to be dealt with at a more civilized hour? He wanted to be a gentleman for once. You are poise, grace and beauty, just like a queen, energy he definitely wasn’t used to receiving. He was a knight, a knight that served his country and then a powerful moon god to the point that it almost cost him everything. He was violent, merciless, ruthless and every cell in his body screamed at him, telling him that he didn’t deserve you.

Marc looped his finger around the tiny ring that hung on his chain. His mind flashed to all the times he was close to death, or close to being captured by the enemy, how he would clutch the ring with such vigor, clinging to the very last lifeline that kept him from losing everything. He would hold that once piece of you almost like a promise, a promise that everything would be alright in the end.

For the fifth time in the morning he looked in the rear view mirror of his car to ask for reassurance from his alters. Steven and Jake had quietened down and were now smiling gently and making sure that Marc was comfortable with the next direction he was going to take with you.

A generous bouquet of Casa Blanca Lilies sat on the seat beside him, its fragrance dancing through his car, a little peace offering that was suggested and sponsored by Jake.

Marc was rudely pulled out of his thoughts by the crude ringing of his phone. He cringed at the sound but immediately went into survival mood when his eyes read the caller id. His fingered fumbled as he shakily answered your call.

“Marc… Marc please.” your strained moans floated out of the speaker, constricting Marc’s lungs before he could even try to utter a greeting.

For a few seconds, all Marc could see was white. Dizzily, he realized that all the blood in his body rushed south. The only thing he could pick up on perfectly was your whines, moans and please. He glanced up to the rear view mirror to see a shocked Jake and Steven staring back with their mouths hanging open.

All thoughts of being a gentleman flew out of the proverbial window as Marc hastily ended the call and gripped onto the steering wheel. It was finally time for him to take matters into his own hands and break the ice that had been forming.

Your POV

You were jolted up by the sound of the door bell ringing. For the second time today you had no idea where you were and you quickly slipped out of bed and swayed towards the entrance of your apartment, still drunk on the aftermath of your little escapade. Incoherently, you swung the door open only to be face to face with Marc Spector.

Your mouth dropped open in response and you scanned his form. You almost gasped at the beautiful bouquet of lilies he was holding but you managed to drag your eyes away from it just in time. He looked absolutely delectable in his black shirt and slacks but what intrigued you was that his eyes were a shade darker than usual, with a hint of emotion that you could not read. They bored into yours as if he was reading your mind and you felt your face heat up.

“Spector! I wasn’t expecting you.” you exclaimed, briskly trying to flatten your bird's nest esque hair and pulling your top so that it was covering your mid section.

Marc raised an eyebrow at you as you quickly made space for him to step in. You watched on with a dazed expression on your face as he made himself comfortable on the couch, dropping the bouquet of flowers he was holding beside him. All this while, he stayed silent and his eyes never left your for a second. He tipped his head towards the empty end of the couch and you soon found yourself sitting at the edge with your hands in your lap.

“Want a drink?” you asked quietly.

“Just dropped by to ask a tricky little question.” he shook his head and finally said, his voice as cool and metallic as the dream you had. “Hope I was not interrupting anything.”

You managed to summon the willpower to not drool like a saint bernard on crack as you tried to form words in your head.

“N-not at all.” you were embarrassed with how small your voice sounded and you averted your eyes from his harsh eye contact.

Marc cleared his throat, spreading his knees apart and leaning back onto the couch, as he eyes you, his face still void of any emotion. You swear you could feel yourself melt under the power of his gaze.

“Just to be clear, we’re just…”

“Friends.” you automatically whispered, your eyes widening with your false statement.

“Yea?” Marc questioned, his lip twitching with a ghost of a smirk etched upon it. “Come on, sit closer to me, I won’t bite.” he continued, dragging his large palm across the empty space beside him.

Won’t bite yet by the looks of it.

You shook your head to get rid of the filthy thought and scooted closer to Marc. To your utter astonishment, you suddenly felt Marc’s strong grip around your waist and you were hoisted into his lap. You felt like a doll in his arms, you didn’t know what else to do but to cling onto his shirt. He adjusted you around him, letting your legs fall to his side as the plump of your ass sat perfectly on his vast thighs.

You were breathing heavily and you realized that you had your eyes squeezed tightly shut. You wrenched them open and searched Marc’s face, not believing that you had the chance to observe it from such a close proximity. You tried your best to drink up every single detail as you resisted the urge to kiss every single curve and dimple on his god-like face.

Just like in your dream, Marc leaned into you and nuzzled his nose into the crook of your neck, making your breath hitch. One of his hands smoothed up your back and cradled the back of your neck while the other gripped tightly on your hip, thumb rubbing small inconsistent circles right above the band of your shorts.

“If we’re just friends, then what were you up to just now, my lying angel?”

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xlovely-liviix · 2 months

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Ehehehhe...May. UMMMMMM. **liv has exited the chat**

Chapter Summary:

Over the course of the next few weeks, Velvette returned to work, seemingly recovered.

Vox was conflicted. He wanted to help his friend, but couldn't seem to find out how. He was bad at feelings, and it was clearly showing.

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Summary: Velvette is the original IT girl.

Snobby, bratty, center of attention, she had it all. Considering the was the youngest overlord, it was practically her job.

What happens when all of that goes away?

The social media overlord suddenly gets pregnant, which causes her to realize just how immature and ignorant she had been. Now, she had to take on the role of being a parent...not by choice.

Tags:

Valentino & Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Velvette & Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino/Velvette/Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino/Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Carmilla Carmine/Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Angel Dust & Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Velvette (Hazbin Hotel) ×Valentino (Hazbin Hotel) ×Vox (Hazbin Hotel) ×Carmilla Carmine (Hazbin Hotel) ×Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) ×Charlie Magne | Morningstar ×Lucifer Magne | Morningstar ×Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel) ×Angst ×Enemies to Friends ×the other v's are actually caring? ×nice-ish valentino ×Alastor has a heart ×angel dust and velvette are bonding ×valentino and vox are protective ×poor velvette ×Fempreg ×Mpreg ×Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con ×Implied/Referenced Abuse ×Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault ×Implied/Referenced Sex ×Implied Mpreg ×velvette has a heart ×Vox has a heart ×valentino....uhh ×Pregnancy ×Unplanned Pregnancy ×Unwanted Pregnancy ×Velvette Needs a Hug (Hazbin Hotel) ×

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justsomethough · 3 months

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I was writing a uhm, let's just say a fic on 911 and I was like hmnn lemme see what emergency would require you too call 911, ouh okay an allergic reaction right??

Made some quick Google search in regards epiPens and was like okay some US state require paramedics to have them on hand some don't, some are illegal I think anyways, this is only from Google, I might be wrong.

Aight bet, let's go with bees cause they haven't had any bees yet on the show. And lo and behold... (not saying it would be an allergic reaction, it could just be about a man who likes bee keeping and something goes extremely wrong and they have to save him or something lmao) Anyways. I hope only certain things from these prediction are right 🙃:

1. A wild MMA fighter season 3 Eddie appears again 👀👀.

2. A wild thang Eddie (S1 Buck equivalent) spawns, cause he let's loose since Chris isn't around. (would be a good arc for him to idk find himself imo, I know, I know, he doesn't need to do this to be himself, but idk, why not?? Maybe he tries and find out he's queer.)

3. But with all things considered about Eddie, the whole 118 will probs help him deal with it. I hc him and Buck go on a road trip to Texas to get Chris in the middle of the season, idk, why not lmao. Angst Eddie on a road trip with Buck 👀👀 ehehehhe. Him fighting with Buck ehehehe hehehehe (I like chaos) and maybe figuring things out a little lmao.

4. I hope we see Marisol again, cause I need to know what happens to her pleasee, she was a sweet girl, EDDIE STOP TERRORISING THE WOMEN IN LA GOD. I think everyone agrees on the fact that Eddie needs to not date this season, he needs to figure himself out, before he starts dating again.

5. Gérard either dies or get kicks out one way or another. I hc him dying because of a heart attack, cause come on, look at the dinosaur, doesn't he look like he'd have a heart condition 🤷 anyways, he dies by mid season while buck and Eddie is on a road trip. Personally don't want to traumatised any of the main cast by saying they'd be the one to trigger it cause... I'd hate that, so let's just say unfortunately, it happens during an alarm. Okay maybe he doesn't die, but he is just forced to retire after that, let's minimised the death toll a little.

6. The council women, I think they are going to cash in huge drama and sad points there. I hc the council women just gets sacked cause of something she did, I mean she bound to have some dirty laundry which Hen and Karen will probably try to dig around, but then decided not too use it against her. Or idk, i want to see how they can redeem her as a character. Maybe she'll use Gérard as an advantage or something idk lmao, just throwing a limbo here.

7. I have nothing on Madney tho, I just hope they get to live in peace and harmony for the season, CAUSE THEY DESERVE IT OKAY. Bathena, I like that people are sharing theories that Buck will stay with Eddie, so Bathena will be staying at buck's loft for the time being. I also think maybe they'll stay at Micheal's old place?? Maybe??. I hope we see more Amir too? I kinda like him.

8. RAVI AS A SEMI REGULAR CAST. let's me put it out there!! We WANT MORE RAVI cause he is super lovable and charming. LOVE HIM!! Ravi begin episode maybe?? Want to know more about him ehehehe.

Honestly these are just prediction or just thoughts I have!! What are yours??? I personally want no. 3, 4 & 8 to be real, cause i want a healthy, safe, sobbing Eddie. I don't personally want him to get hurt. I'm begging please!!!!! And I want Gérard GONE. But I doubt that's going to happen. They probs making him stay for a few episode lmao. I also want to see more ravi pleaseeee he's witty and funny.

#911 abc #911 show #911 rant #ranting #I love Eddie #Please let the man live in peace with his son for a season without trauma please #Also don't traumatised buck #Traumatised other characters I guess...

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tadpolesonalgae · 4 months

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😋😋☺️

so…I get Mor’s reaction, it makes a lot of sense why she reacted the way she did. But, I firmly believe that trauma and suffering is something you NEVER compare, simply because everyone’s way of handling their trauma is different and the amount of time it takes that person to get over said trauma is also different.

so Mor saying ‘it is nothing compared to what we endured’ is unfair, because she’s never been through what the reader has been subjected to (illness and whatever happened in the Cauldron because it’s pretty clear being in the cauldron wasn’t a fun trip for anyone🥱)

but she also has the right to be mad because out of all IC members, she was the one that reached out to the reader, yes. And well reader going to Eris wasn’t a personal attack to her obviously it was naive of her to not think of the consequences. (I mean I’m sure she was well aware that nobody really liked Eris because they never hid it lol🤭)

I can’t wrap my head around how fae characters are written like they some 22-25 year old human (with their tantrums and constant thirst for power) and still they end up hating humans and have a god complex just cause they have powers?? (This is just an observation of the way SMJ writes her Faes in the acotar universe specifically)

Anywaysssss back to CBMTHY, I do quite like this chapter. With how calm(?) It was, for the reader’s part at least (except what happened with Bas 🫠)

but ehehehhe👹 I’m so excited for how the dinner is going to go on with Mor in the room, the reader def is going to be a little uncomfortable I thinkkk🤭

(I say it like it’s a fun thing but I just quite like the drama and angst)

also you said maybe the reader will snap and say something out of character for once in one of the asks? I don’t quite remember when but I hope she does in the next chapter😃

like imagine her just snapping back at Mor after she says something particularly mean (in undertones of whatever she said because I don’t think Mor would say anything too mean in front of the whole fam coward ) and then just leaving the room very dramatically 😟 (I love drama too much I apologise😔)

ah..I can’t wait till azriel finds out that reader found that paper between the page of the book given by Eris and that Azriel missed it (Yk with being the spymaster and him not realising that Eris was able to sneak in a magical paper to talk with reader for like so long?? What happened to security measures fr)

Have I mentioned I need reader to remember that Eris said something about the book having another secret that she had not found yet and then doing like a deep dive into the book trying to find it??

(also im so curious if you’re going to write about starfall because of how readers magic is kinda similar to the stars during that time? Yk green??)

Ugh I write too much 😞

this is just me dumping all my thoughts because I haven’t been reading for a while , (I got out of my reading slump 🧚‍♀️🧚‍♀️) aaaas

I just wanna say CBMTHY has my whole heart because it’s just that good 😭😭 and I want to thank you for your amazing work of writing it and your other work too (which all deserve separate appreciation🥰 (high lords who’re and desk pet) WHY DO WRITE SO GOOD 😭😭 HELP I KEEP ON FALLING IN A LOOP OF YOUR WORK LIEK

CBMTHY has my heart

currently, on the wrong side of history has my brain (rotting)

and now I’m giving high lords whore my tears because of the slow burn and the whole plot of reader being so close to Eris yet so out of reach (close as in she is in his court in the castle and far because she serves beron😭😭 ykwim??)

and well desk pet Rhys and have my 🐱, soul, mouth whatever he wants tbh 🫣🫣

yet again I feel like I have yapped too much and now I ought to go back to my studies 🧑🏻‍🍳

send this with lots of love and appreciation 🙌

take care of yourself! ^^ 🧍‍♀️

Yes! Azriel in particular went to great length to warn reader not to go near Eris so that should have been enough I think for reader to at least clock that she shouldn’t become friendly with him? But it was only one conversation, and then it was a book, and then it was just writing a bit in the evening, and then it was some discussions, and then it was just temporarily departing from the Night Court to visit for a bit and it was all to help the IC anyway so reader could figure out her magic without being a burden to everyone!! <- something like reader’s thought process I guess 🫢

I agree never compare trauma, however I think context is important? Mor’s obviously been through hell growing up, and we can see even five hundred years after the main events she still struggles with seeing Kier or Eris? I’d also like to possibly mention emotional connection as a factor? Say you see someone on the street having a bad day, maybe they look a bit tired, or are crying or something—that’s obviously sad, and you’d probably feel bad for them, but it’s different to if someone close to you was like that?

Also a difference between hearing/knowing about something and understanding it? I think you can know someone’s having a bad time but perhaps until you see maybe eyebags, or greasy hair, or maybe they start to smell noticeably it won’t fully register how bad it can be for some people? I think it’s fairly common knowledge that having depression can make it very difficult to do things like take showers, brush teeth, make proper meals and clean up, but actually confronting that in a person you care about can be quite a jarring experience?

I guess in a weird way, Mor knows reader tried to kill herself, but Mor didn’t see it, she hasn’t heard reader talk about it, hasn’t seen her cry like Az or reader’s sister’s did, so I don’t think that when she made the comment about comparing trauma she’d yet comprehended it?

‘(This is just an observation of the way SMJ writes her Faes in the acotar universe specifically)’

Yeah I mean it is a bit of a grey area in my opinion since you want them to be understandable and for their characters to be digestible, but then it can often come off as unrealistic I guess? Also yeah, miss Maas writing her fae-born characters to have barely touched their trauma so it’s more dramatic in the story is something to definitely keep in mind 😭

‘but ehehehhe👹 I’m so excited for how the dinner is going to go on with Mor in the room, the reader def is going to be a little uncomfortable I thinkkk🤭’

Oh my gosh why do you think it’s going to go badly??? It could be lovely! Her sisters are there to look after her, and Cassian’s basically on her side too since Nesta is, Az is out of the way so in essence it’s only maybe Rhys, Amren and Mor to worry about! And I doubt Rhys would say anything that would upset Feyre, and Amren seems to be kind of disinterested in the whole matter, so I’m sure everything will be perfectly fine! No need for worry or concern!!

‘also you said maybe the reader will snap and say something out of character for once in one of the asks? I don’t quite remember when but I hope she does in the next chapter😃’

I don’t know if we’re thinking of the same thing, but someone certainly suggested that when Mor made the comment about reader not being first choice, she should have responded with asking Mor if she really thought Feyre would ever choose her over Feyre’s own sisters 😭

‘Have I mentioned I need reader to remember that Eris said something about the book having another secret that she had not found yet and then doing like a deep dive into the book trying to find it??’

Haha, yeah, the book 😭

I occasionally forget that he gave her that book before they even really knew each other too

‘(also im so curious if you’re going to write about starfall because of how readers magic is kinda similar to the stars during that time? Yk green??)’

Uh, so I can’t disclose loads of details for obvious reasons, but I can say if I map out the storyline against time I’m pretty sure we’ll pass Starfall? I think for some of the stuff that will happen like four - six months is a reasonable time frame, so yes? I’m saying at the moment they’re coming into winter so November-ish? And if Starfall is supposed to be in March they’ll probably cross paths?

This is still theoretical though!! I don’t know if I’ll need that long to write the story so maybe the rest of cbmthy will be completed before they even reach February? I don’t know 😭 it’s hard keeping track of time in a fanfic 😭

‘I just wanna say CBMTHY has my whole heart because it’s just that good 😭😭’

Babes thank you for reading it and being so invested in it 😭😭😭 cbmthy fully wouldn’t have happened if people hadn’t expressed interest in it in the beginning so thank you so much for sticking with it 😭😭🫂🫂

‘currently, on the wrong side of history has my brain (rotting)’

Sorry about that 🫢 I’ve actually had some small ideas since writing this and replying to your last ask, so we’ll see if anything takes root…? 📖🔮

‘and well desk pet Rhys and have my 🐱, soul, mouth whatever he wants tbh 🫣🫣’

Babes you’re so unhinged 😭 (I love, support, and thoroughly respect it 😳😌)

‘yet again I feel like I have yapped too much and now I ought to go back to my studies 🧑🏻‍🍳’

Girl no, yap to your hearts content! All yapping and chatting is welcome over here! I love getting to know your thoughts they always make me so happy! 😭🫂🧡💛

#🧍‍♀️ anon <3 #🧍‍♀️#cbmthy

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dhmisreolrants · 2 years

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Pspspsps hey i'm the anon that asks about histories and just uses too many words to request something simple

I've seen some post of you where you talked about how you we're working on some digitaltime angst and the curiosity is KILLING ME RN

SOOO can you tell us a little bit about this Au of yours because I just love hearing people rant about those two (*And slowly killing them but don't tell anyone*)

OOHHH YESSS- i'VE BEEN WANTING TO TALK MORE ABOUT IT BUT MY SHYASS THINKS IT WOULD BE MUCH A BOTHER BUT OH IM GLAD YOU ASKED (long rant warning ough) VVVVVVVVVVVVVVV

This au has been a bit delayed because of other stuff, But im still working on it;

It's basically a "Past Life" AU, Where it came out from a theory i had about maybe the teachers too having a past life and such- It is mostly focused on memories and flashbacks, Sometimes even stories about the past life they had before becoming puppets, While just uncovering it again with some triggers mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm yes depression

Simple explanation of how Ton and Colin feel and act in the au: lots of ✨depression✨, Comfort fluff and your normal uhhh.... making Colin have a panic attack because remembering stuff literally HURTS him

More better explanation: They all start just slowly remembering stuff by one of those hurting memories episodes Colin has, Which Ton try comforting him all night until he finally gets some rest. They all just start noticing that specific triggers specific emotions, And if the trigger that is making Colin even get hurt from just- trying to remember who he where in the past- Stuff just starts to get even more bad from now on because it can hurt then too without any fixing ehEHehh "Which characters most suffer?"... obviously Colin and Ton <3 Also Ton's trigger mostly is specific to the future (take that motherfuc-), He is fine remembering PAST, Even if it makes him feel a bit hurt, But thinking of what even the future could now have for him now that he knows whatever the thing he is now is not what he truly is feels like a knife in his brain and heart~ I HAVE SO MUCH MORE TO RANT ABOUT THIS AU BUT I THINK ITS A BIT ENOUGH FOR NOW-

#☔!ficsbyme #🌈!brainrot #answered asks #jesus christ this is long h e l p #dhmis au #dhmis #should i put the shipp tag?#💕!shipptag

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death-in-a-handbasket · 2 years

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The new chapter was everything dear lord there was angst, smut, fluff etc you wrote it so amazingly beautifully and when I tell you I screamed every ten seconds of reading whatever “I’m so in love with you but don’t want to admit” thing Reader or Yukito said😭

- 🌙 Anon

EYYYYYY

the love is brewing but it’s just the beginning homie ehehehhe

they’re becoming besotted and it’s going to get so tragic

#🌙 anon #discount confessional

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aeymii · 3 months

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I believe the first fic was one called Paper and Steel. An ongoing FuyuPeko fic that has some neat Fuyuhiko + Nagito quasi-friend interactions. Which is doubly fun for me, as Kuzukoma is actually one of my fondest ships for both characters. He reveals to Fuyuhiko that he actually requested a withdrawal and transfer from Principal Kirigiri so that Natsumi could take his place. There's also one fairly recent Nagito x Natsumi one-shot I came across, where he goes to her funeral with Fuyuhiko.

The other one was an ongoing Persona AU comic on Reddit. I can't remember the exact name. But yeah, it had Nagito and an amnesiac Sato end up in a cult that worships talent. Where they end up developing a kind of sibling bond, with Sato as Nagito's only real friend. A big turning point for both characters is when they finally defy the cult leader and leave together.

Tbh...I actually can't help but fantasize about Komahinatsumi and Komasatozumi AUs as well. Since I'm also a fan of Komahina, Hinatsumi, Komazumi, and Satozumi. Maybe Nagito would be platonic with Natsumi and Sato, or maybe it'd be romantic, who knows lol. Or wait...a Komahinanatsusatozumi verse! In which somehow that cheeky shit becomes the unifying cog-piece in a complex five-way relationship that prevents the Twilight Syndrome incident...And he may also be having some flings with Natsumi's brother on the side. Yasuke can join in too.

Paper and Steel got it!! I definitely have to give that a try soon, AHHHH IT HAS FUYUPEKO MY BABIESSSS ehehehhe that sounds adorable Kuzukoma is cute too!! AWW HE DID THAT'S SO NICE OF HIM FUYUHIKO WE LOVE YOU BOI!! The last one looks angsty!! I live for angst haha

Oh my gawd I love the idea of Nagito and Sato being a found family, defying the cult leader and leaving together?!?! AHHHH THAT'S SOUNDS SO GOOD HOW DO PEOPLE WRITE SO WELL!!

KOMAHINANATSUSATOZUMI SUPREMACY PEOPLE‼️‼️ They should all just poly it out, YEAH yasuke should!! And a Nagito having a few flings with Fuyuhiko hehe poly ships are just so adorable and would you look at that it prevented a murder too!!💞💞

#night owl me answering in the night >:)#honestly kuzukoma is cute!!#he deserves a loving polyamorous relationship #asks

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CHUCHU PLSSS the angst :((( i haven't gotten over satoru x reader x sukuna thing and now YOU SAID WHAT???😭 HIM CURSED TO WATCH YOU DIE?!?? why are you so evil /j

ehehehhe🤭 so sorry nonnie maybe this is a side effect of being on a fluff roll for so long🫣

#it’s not set in stone yet!!!🥹#i’m leaning towards the gojo x prophet x sukuna series tho rather than the immortality curse🤭#but it’s still going to take a while too🥹#—chu’s mailbox 📬

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never-a-stranger · 3 years

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Case: Steal The Siren’s Potion

"When a case has gone wrong, Max has to decide between saving his partner's life or completing the case… He chose the 1st option"

Sam and Max are in the middle of a case related to stealing a powerful potion from a group of sirens before they could give it to their master to drink. It is almost evening, Max has the potion in his pocket and Sam is tied to a gigantic ball and chain from his neck who is at the edge of the cable-stayed bridge, Sam took off his earplugs by accident earlier which caused him to fall for the sirens’ songs and Max also had his off but he wasn't affected by the sirens' singing so Sam owes him 5 bucks for the only ones who can be affected by the singing are men who are attracted to women instead of it being regardless of the man's sexuality, which makes Sam feel defeated and stupid for getting himself trapped. Max defeated every siren and cheered with Sam, but one petty siren didn't want to accept the defeat, she had a backup plan.

She sneakily pushes Sam off the bridge while Max was distracted being victorious, Max notices immediately, he screams Sam’s name in worry and runs to the edge of the bridge to try to grab Sam’s arm before he falls but it was too late, Sam falls into the water, making a big splash as Max looks down from the bridge. Max instantly pulls out a gun at the siren who pushed Sam off but the siren was on the other side of the bridge, holding the key that can unlock Sam from the ball and chain from his neck, "Uh uh uh~ If you shoot me or make another move, I'll drop this key then you'd lose your partner’s life while you get to keep the potion," Max pulls out the potion from his pocket and remembered what Sam told him all the time, "Max, I need you to prioritize the case, not me. Even if I'm in danger, focus on the case…", Max sighs as he has already made his decision after thinking for a short bit.

As Sam has emerged underwater, he tried to unlock the lock from his neck using his right index claw but he hurt himself from unlocking it so now his finger is bleeding, Sam gives up and was thinking to himself, "Don't worry Sam, Max will jump in to save y- Wait… But I told him multiple times to prioritize the case… And not me… That means Max would've driven off with the potion by now already… Good for him, I hope my family and friends don't get heavily affected by my death, especially my little buddy…" Sam sighs, "The only thing I ever regretted not doing sooner is going on a date with Max before this whole mes-" suddenly he hears someone swimming near him, it was Max.

And he seems to be holding a key in his right hand, Max reaches out his left hand to Sam, Sam was shocked but relieved that his partner didn't listen to what he nagged him, and Sam reaches out his right hand to Max.

Here's a reference sheet of the outfit they both wore on this case!

If you want to continue reading the story behind the illustration for context,

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Max grabs Sam's hand and goes to unlock the lock from Sam's neck, suddenly Sam realizes he's almost out of breath, Max sees Sam's panicked face so he quickly unlocks the lock, removes the lock with the huge ball & chain falling off of Sam, and immediately swims with Sam upward.

Sam suddenly stopped breathing, this freaked Max out so he holds Sam near his chest, bringing him up to the surface in a hurry, Max got out of the water and is on land, coughing up the water. He puts Sam aside and is still freaking out, but he calms himself a bit, he first shakes to see if he's awake, checks if Sam is breathing, then does chest compressions, and next, he performed mouth-to-mouth.

Max starts crying as he does chest compressions again, "Sam, please... Don't leave me… I didn't choose the key over the potion just to have you die in my arms… I love you ya bonehead… Don't leave me please, I'm begging you!", then a miracle happens, Sam sits up and coughs up the water from his lungs as Max pats Sam's back to help him cough up all of the water, "God, Sam! You scared the hell out of me!!" says Max and gives Sam a big hug tightly, Sam hugs him back without hesitation.

Sam says, "I can't believe you chose me over the case… I really thought I was going to die, little buddy-" but Max cuts Sam off, "SAM! Don't you ever dare say that! Look, you may be the smarter and more logical one between you and me, but that doesn't mean I would listen to what your nagging about me thinking of the case first before you, okay!” he turns away from Sam to whisper to himself, “What a spaz, prioritize the case, and not me," Max makes a hmph sound after. Sam can tell he irritated Max by assuming he would listen to him but he's still happy and glad that Max thought of Sam before the case.

Sam chuckles, "I'm sorry for assuming that, little pal," but Sam looks down on the floor unhappy, "I may have had unsuccessful missions in my past so I really hate to think of failing one of them, so it looks like we weren't successful with this one, what a bummer… How are we going to break the bad news to Momma Bosco?... To Granda Stinky?" Max then suddenly pulls out a water bottle from his pocket, " Actually-" it seems to be actual the potion.

Sam widens his eyes as he sees the bottle filled with the potion held in Max's hand, "How?! When?!?" "Remember when we made a stop at the gas station? Wellll… I may have switched the bottle of the potion with motor oil, just in case the sirens came back to get us which did happen, so expect the sirens’ master choke in motor oil. HA!” says Max, chuckling, but immediately stops to say, “But the end result happened differently than I expected it to be so-" Sam's eyes lit up, and smiles, then he grabs both of Max’s shoulders to say, "Max, you absolute genius!! I could smother my face to your face right now!" and he did, he kisses Max on the lips which made Max catch off guard. Sam pulls away quickly as the two just realized what Sam has done then both turn away, all flustered but smiling that they have kissed. Max stands up and then helps Sam up to find Sam's motorcycle to go to Momma Bosco’s laboratory to give the potion to her in order to help cure Girl Stinky’s incurable condition, the two finally found the motorbike and ride off to the lab with the potion and Sam safe in Max’s arms.

The end~

Thank you so much for reading! And if you want to make fanart, make sure to add #never a stranger sm , and mention this account or my main account @retrocandyfloss 💕

#never a stranger sm #sam and max fanart #sam and max au #sam and max freelance police #sam and max #freelance police #angst angst angst ehehehhe #at least max saved sam tho #so idk if this counts as angst lolol

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