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paradiseprincesss · 4 months

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need a jonathan story where reader is bruce wayne's sister with similar morals about fixing gotham so she's a psychiatrist at arkham. her and jonathan butt heads a lot as she doesn't like how inhuman he is to his patients (he has a secret obsession with her). however she starts getting in the way of his plans and que the "this is where we make the medicine" scene. batman comes to save her and even though jonathan is high on fear he hears batman call reader his sister, so he plans to kidnap and/or blackmail the reader. Can be pure dark or dark with a change of heart?

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all your fears are interwoven | jonathan crane

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this is dark which i dont usually write so please...bare with me okay? IM SORRY IF THIS ISN'T GREAT LMFAO !! trying to write dark for u pookie <333

summary: you're a psychiatrist in the first year of your residency at arkham, working alongside doctor jonathan crane himself. however, you two are constantly butting heads due to your different beliefs in the treatment of your patients, amongst other things. one day, jonathan finds out that your the little sister of the batman himself - and he decides to act out on every sinister thought he's ever had about you.

word count: 3k

warnings: [NON-CON], 18+ mdni, smut, dark as hell, p in v, forced breeding, kidnapping, stalking, obsession, literally just all around terrible, terrible things

"it's inhumane," you argued, "no wonder your patients are terrified of you."

"because i don't feed into their delusions and paranoia?" jonathan scoffed, "i keep them medicated because they're mentally ill. if you haven't noticed, were in an asylum for the criminally insane."

"see, that the problem when it comes to you! you're not treating them like people, but rather prisoners." you sneer, rolling your eyes at his distasteful way of speaking about his patients.

for a moment, he's silent. he doesn't say a word, but you can tell you've hit a nerve with the way he physically reacts. his jaw is clenched, his eyes narrow at you, and he takes a short but sharp breath through his nose to try and appear composed.

"i have something i'd like you to see," he says calmly, "i think it'll help you understand my 'unorthodox' methods, as you like to call it."

you were a new grad from gotham university, specifically from their medical department. you'd graduated top of your class in medical school, and you'd matched in psychiatry for your residency. hence why you were working alongside doctor jonathan crane - the renown psychiatrist of gotham city himself.

when you first met him, he was cold towards you - and nothing changed. even a year into your residency, he was still cruel towards you. actually, that's a lie because he seemed to hate you even more than he did before. you two butted heads constantly over anything and everything under the sun. you thought he was heartless, but he thought you were too cynical. you believed his methods were 'unorthodox' as you liked to say, but he thought your methods were mind-numbingly boring. you two clashed in every possible way.

nobody liked working with him. you knew that already, though. it didn't take long for you to figure out why after you first started, as for starters, none of his employees hid their distaste towards him, and he didn't hide how much he disliked them back. he often called the other nurses, doctors, or medical professionals working there an array of insulting things, including but not limited to: imbecile, idiot, braindead, and painfully stupid. that was actually a few of the nicer things he called people - we don't talk about what he's called you.

you contemplated switching over to a different speciality because of jonathan crane many times, as working with him was exhausting. you still had three years of your residency and training left! how were you supposed to stand three more years with him? your brother, bruce wayne, always listened to you vent about jonathan - he didn't like him either. he always said that man was up to something, and he didn't know what but that it was bad news.

"are you incapable of forming a proper response, doctor wayne?" jonathan sneered, bringing you out of your thoughts, "you really are dense. the fucking lights are on but clearly no one's home."

"what are you, twelve?" you bark back, "i don't fucking-"

"i'm working on a new psychopharmacological drug," he cuts you off with a smirk, "i know, you're too stupid to understand anything about medication-"

"i went to the same medical school you did, jonathan." you retaliate, but he pays no mind to your words.

"like i said, i know you're too dumb to understand such complex specialities such as internal medicine and psychopharmacology, but i think it's something you'd benefit from learning about." he explained flatly.

as much as you wanted to punch him in his face, he had a point. you weren't dumb by any accounts, you were probably just as smart, if not smarter than him. however, as a training physician in her residency, it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get some hands on training in prescribing and dosages for mentally ill patients. it would help you in your career, to be fair.

"...fine," you huff, "tell me about it."

"this way, please." he says, ushering you to follow him into the elevator.

with annoyance, you follow him silently, not wanting to talk to him or give him any form of a verbal response at all. jonathan looked at you with a hunger in his eyes; unbeknownst to you, the brilliant but sociopathic psychiatrist had a deep, twisted, and disturbing obsession with you. he had your pictures plastered on the walls of his house. he knew where you lived as he'd broken in a few times unnoticed, and he knew pretty much everything about you - down to the smallest details.

for someone as brilliant as him, he had yet to figure out you were bruce wayne's sister, though. he knew your last name was wayne, but he didn't really put two and two together because he didn't expect you to be the sister of bruce wayne himself.

once you two reached the basement of the asylum, he led you through a series of dark, eerie hallways and you made note to shoot your brother a text about how crane was being extra strange and creepy at work today. in an attempt to slip away from jonathan, you clear your throat and try to come up with a feasible excuse.

"um, doctor crane," you say to him, your tone starting to become shaky, "i-i'm not feeling too well, i think i'm going to go back to my office to grab some advil."

the trembling of your voice doesn't go unnoticed by jonathan, and he knew that you knew where this was going. he grabs your arm harshly, and drags you through a door in which you're met with a distressing sight - multiple inmates of arkham mixing up chemicals in a makeshift lab, and pouring the liquids into what appeared to be a sewerage of some sort that seemed to leak into gotham city's plumbing and piping.

as your eyes were fixated on the scene in front of you, you failed to notice jonathan putting on his scarecrow mask and when you did - it was too late. a white, potent gas was sprayed in your face, and you immediately started to gag and cough on it as it felt like you were suffocating from the inside out. your lungs started to burn and your head was clouded, along with your vision.

"awe, having trouble?" he cooed as he grabbed you by the neck, choking you harshly.

before you could even formulate a response, a loud bang echoed in the lab. jonathan released his grip on your neck instantly, and though all your senses were disturbed, you could still articulate a few of his words through your current state. he said something about "the batman," and you knew that bruce was here to rescue you. internally, you thanked every higher power you could think of for having your brother come to your rescue.

not long after you heard jonathan say that, you looked up from the ground to see bruce with his hands gripped on jonathans face, his pale blue eyes widened and crazed. it appeared that bruce - the batman - had sprayed crane with whatever he had sprayed you with, and he was definitely seeing some shit while on his own drugs.

bruce's words were unintelligible at this point as you were just as drugged up as jonathan was, but you managed to hear jonathans voice meekly say something along the lines of "she's your sister?" bruce threw jonathan onto the ground, and the sound of police sirens could be heard in the background before your words were starting to become heavily slurred, and finally, your vision went black.

as your eyes fluttered open, you noticed that you were back inside of your own apartment. as your vision adjusted to the light, you noticed bruce calling your name softly as you sat up on your bed groggily.

"you're awake," he said quietly, coming over to sit on the edge of your bed, "how are you feeling?"

"what happened?" you ask as your head started to spin.

"long story," he sighed, "but i've been looking into crane for a while - all his experiments on his patients and such. it's inhumane, like you said, but it turns out he's been slowly trying to poison gotham city as a whole."

"what?" you say with surprise, "wait, i...what?"

"gordon had him arrested," he explained, "he had him locked up in arkham, but there was a mass escape. he's on the loose again."

everything that bruce was telling you was making you sick - what did he mean jonathan was just prowling around the city again?! with a deep breath, you look down and shake your head, tears welling in your eyes.

"i don't understand..." you whisper, and bruce reaches a hand out to your shoulder.

"i think you should stay at wayne manor for a while," he says softly, "it's safer for you there, i don't want you to be alone in your apartment."

"yeah, i think so too." you agreed.

"great," he says, "i'll grab us some food, and then we can start packing and head over to mine. sound good?"

"okay, can we get takeout from that chinese place i like?" you ask with a soft smile, and your brother nods.

"yeah, i'll go pick it up right now. do you think you'll be okay for about half an hour alone? maybe we should just head to mine first..." he says, looking at you with concern.

"bruce," you say softly, "i'll be okay. the sun is still out, it's like, mid-day still. don't worry."

it takes some convincing, but bruce eventually agrees and leaves to go pick up the takeout a few blocks down from your place. after a few minutes, you hear your door being unlocked. you get up from your bed inquisitively, unsure as to why bruce was back so soon. knowing him, he probably forgot his wallet or something. however, once you entered your living room, you were met with a sight that made your heart drop.

jonathan crane himself, standing there in your living room, with his scarecrow mask on. his unsettling but strikingly blue eyes met with yours as he looked at you through the small cutouts of his mask, and he smirked to himself.

"are you feeling alright?" he asked with a sickeningly sweet tone, "i'm sure my fear toxin had you feeling quite...disoriented."

you stagger backwards, gripping onto your bedroom doorframe as fear consumed you once more. you swallowed hard, and continued to backup as he stepped forward menacingly.

"m-my brother is going to be home soon." you whimper.

"oh, batman?" he chuckles lowly, his voice seemingly distorted with his mask, "i wouldn't be too sure of that, sweetheart. i thought i heard him say he was going to be at least half an hour."

your mind went stagnant as he told you that, and you wondered with panic on how he would know that information. jonathan seemed to have picked up on what you were thinking, as he took a step closer and lifted his wrist up to show that he had some sort of contraption that could gas you with his so called "fear toxin" at any given moment.

"you really are brainless, aren't you, sweetheart?" he cooed, "silly girl, i can't believe you didn't notice all the little cameras and recording devices i've been planting in your home."

"wh-what cameras?" you say as you felt tears run down your cheeks out of sheer panic and fear.

"i've been breaking in for months, i can't believe you haven't noticed," he snickered, getting closer and closer to you, "i want you so bad, sweetheart. and to think, i almost had you before the batman had to come and ruin things for me."

"please," you whimper, "don't...d-don't hurt me."

"don't give me a reason to." he shrugged, before lunging at you and pinning you against the wall with his hands wrapped around your neck. "it'll be easier if you don't struggle. otherwise, i might have to dose you with my medicine again."

"please, n-no-" you gasp, as his hands tightened around your neck.

"maybe i will, you look so beautiful when your fears are interweaving themselves with your reality. isn't the nightmare just to die for?" he asked dramatically, before throwing you onto your own bed harshly.

your lack of response must have set him off, though, because he decided to harshly grab at your hair. he cranked your head back so roughly that you could feel the strain in your neck, and you would rather he just strangulate you right now rather than put you through whatever he was about to.

"say you love it," he growled, "say you love me."

"f-fuck, no." you weakly whined, and he was lifting his other hand up before you started talking again, "i-i'm sorry, yes - i love you!"

you immediately rushed your words out, even if they were forced and untrue, because you really didn't want to be dosed with his fear toxin once more. the effects were worse than any fucked up nightmare you'd ever had.

"good girl," he cooed as he started to forcefully undress you, making you choke back a sob, "ugh, i can't wait to absolutely fucking ruin you."

the smell of his cologne flooded your senses, and you felt more tears drip down your face as he continued to undress you with zero resistance. you tried to tell yourself that maybe you were just having a nightmare, a side effect from the drugs - but you knew that wasn't true. bruce wouldn't be back for at least another half hour, giving jonathan free range to do whatever he wanted to you.

you had zoned out so deeply to cope that when you finally stopped dissociating, he was already fumbling with his belt buckle. as you tried to grab his wrist to force him away from you, the pressure from your hand accidentally triggered his wrist band to spray his fear toxin directly at you. you choked and sobbed as you heard him chuckle lowly through his mask, and at this point - you'd given up.

you stopped trying to fight it because it was no use. he had already won. his fear toxin was seeping into your every sense. the fears that were interwoven in your subconscious were now playing out right in front of you. it was like watching your worst nightmare, only fifty times worse, on repeat. at this point, you thought you were going to lose your sanity permanently.

jonathan had pulled your panties off of you with ease, as you were too high on the toxin to even understand what was going on in this very moment anymore.

the less you fought, the better.

with a groan, he forced himself into your cunt, breeching your hole painfully. obviously, there was a struggle because one, you weren't even in contact with reality right now and two, he was forcing himself onto you.

he spat down onto your cunt after a few moments, and that seemed to work. he let himself sink into you slowly, stretching you out painfully as you laid there in tears, unintelligibly whispering and pleading. he didn't bother to prep you or even try to make this enjoyable for you, since it was never really about you in the first place. it was about him; his pleasure and sick, disgusting, twisted obsession with you.

"fuck," he groaned, "you're so tight i think i might fucking break you, sweetheart."

he continued to fuck himself in and out of you, his length reaching places inside of you that shouldn't be reached. you couldn't tell which one was worse: the terrifying nightmares being fuelled in front of you or the pain in your lower region from his fat, veiny cock breaking your cunt in.

the tears never stopped, continuously pouring down your face as you tried to beg him to stop - but the words never came out. they couldn't. you were starting to feel every ounce of sanity you had left slip away from your body, leaving you in a permanent state of living hell.

"it's a concentrated - mm, f-fuck,- dose, my love. you're slipping away, i can feel it in the way your squeezing me." he groaned as he continued to split you open on his cock, rocking his hips back and forth as he held your waist still with an iron grip.

"s-stop." you weakly whispered, but he laughed lowly at the sad attempt.

you knew that you'd never recover from this, whether it be the assault or the effects of the fear toxin - both were things that would cause you to never live a normal life again.

"m'gonna take you away from here," he huffed, already close, "shit, you feel good- gonna fuck you every god damn day and fill you with my cum 'till you have my babies. keep giving you my cum over and over again."

that almost sounded worse than the disturbing, mind-rotting imagines that were flashing before your eyes right now from the toxin. you couldn't imagine a life that hellish - but you couldn't exactly object with the state you were in.

"don't worry," he says as he kept talking to you, "you're not going insane, sweetheart. fuck - like i said; it's a concentrated dose. you'll be back to your stuck up, whorish, braindead self in about twenty four hours."

twenty four hours? how were you suppose to survive for twenty four hours like this? how? you didn't know, but jonathan didn't seem to care. he did not care at all - all he cared about was kidnapping you and stuffing you full of his cum. all he craved for months was to give you his babies. get you nice and full, pregnant by him.

you didn't even notice when his hips stilled and his cum poured into your abused cunt, filling you with every drop he had. he let out a satisfied groan, and hesitantly, he pulled out.

you lay there as still as ever, tears still pouring down your face as you tried to remind yourself that the shadows, the whispers, and whatever other hellish things you were hallucinating were not real. jonathan then threw your pyajamas back on you in a hurry, and picked you up bridal style.

"c'mon," he says softly, as if he cared about you - as if you liked this, "let's go home."

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pressureplus · 9 days

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HEYA HELLO HI

first, i want to genuinely thank you guys for the account's existence and your hard work. reading through the posts is often the highlight of my bleak days, and im immensely grateful for you providing those moments of joy :]

SECOND UH ID LIKE TO ORDER A SPECIFIC KINDA HEADCANONS LIST IF NO ONE MINDS AND IT HASN'T BEEN WRITTEN ALREADY ALRIGHT YEAH

a nonbinary reader who is pretty similar to Seb's stubborn, independent and sassy persona but WOMP WOMP, they're suddenly head over heels for him. NEITHER WANTS TO ACKNOWLEDGE THE FEELINGS (aka "HE'S FUCKING MARRIED, IT'S NOT MUTUAL AND IM BUSY WITH NOT DYING, BUT I CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD" & "I HAVE A WIFE AND THEY'RE JUST SOME EXPENDABLE BASTARD, GET OVER IT, SOLACE"). the distracting, unnecessary, painful pining. how do both cope and who's gonna break first? and most importantly, is either gonna throw their ego and rationality out the window to confess despite the fear of looking pathetic?

oooof i hope it's not too much and it's not breaking any rules. thank you in advance if you find it interesting enough for writing! :D

Awww, thanks so much! Although I should make it very clear the wife in question will remain vague and is NOT BASED ON ANYONE! Thanks for the request ❤️

♡Married! Sebastian Solace x NB! Similar! Reader Headcannons♡

Warnings: Sebastian is Married and Y/N is technically an Affair Partner

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He had found you interesting from the moment you opened your mouth and got sassy with him, mostly because most people don't have the balls to do it

Despite finding this slightly irritating, he also found it refreshing, so he didn't immediately shoot you if only for his own entertainment

A terrible mistake he'd soon find out

He developed some definitely unhealthy feelings the first time one of your comebacks had an almost flirtatious undertone

It was an accident on your part, but it got him thinking

He was a married man fawning quietly over you, how awful is that?

I mean of course he’s flashed the wedding band, and of course he's mentioned his wife when others flirt with him, but that doesn't change his feelings

If you flirted with him, would he really reject you?

Could he?

He hadn't known the touch of his wife in years, the softness of her hands, the warmth of her kisses

After everything that's happened he couldn't even remember her name. He should be able to remember his wifes name right?

Does he really even care about her? Does he love her now? Did he love her then?

It comes with an odd sense of guilt he doesn't like to look at. Especially when you do something that makes his heart flutter.

You, on the other hand, probably didn't develop any real feelings until he actually saved your ass.

You'd been running for your life and he’d snatched you up and into the vents, tossing you easily into his shop and shutting it behind you

His gaze transfixed on said vent, a hand on his gun. Something about him choosing to save your life while also putting up with your attitude was a little attractive…

Okay, insanely attractive

Sure, Sebastian’s guilt for being attracted to you is bad, but so is yours

You’re attracted to a married man who has absolutely gushed about his wife in front of you before. Even if it was only because someone tried to get a little flirty, what does that matter?

Honestly the mutual attraction makes it hard for you both to focus

Everything about that man is intoxicating, his smile, his laugh, his attitude. Can you really be judged for this?

Neither of you can focus on anything but each other whenever you’re both in a room.

It’s led to Sebastian getting surprised whenever another person buys something off him because he had no idea anyone else was in here

Its also led to you freaking out whenever one of the other expendable touches your shoulder without you having realized anyone was standing behind you

You hide it well…at least you hope you do?

The longing glances and quiet staring on both sides is unbearable though

Especially considering you’re both making those dolly eyes at each other, batting lashes and daydreaming

It’s cute but it’s also incredibly wrong of you two and you’re painfully aware of it

No amount of sharing food and acting like it’s not a date will make it less of a date

He’s already long since decided that he’s going to offer you come with him so you both can leave together

And though neither of you will have the heart to confess for quite a while, I think he’d do it on your way out. Something about you almost dying when you both escape makes him desperate to tell you how he really feels

When that ‘I think I’m in love with you’ slips out while he’s bandaging your arm that’s been cut by glass, how can you refuse?

Especially when you’re in love with him too?

He’ll toss that ring into the ocean once you reach the surface, his wife never loved him like you did anyway

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harleehazbinfics · 6 months

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a/n: im brushing up on how to write for lucifer. i missed him 😭

During the fall of man, there was chaos among the order of the angels. With heaven's very own Lucifer being the catalyst of it all, it had sent all the elders in a frenzy and leading to his eventual fall from grace.

You were but a child when it all happened. They all used his name as a threat, to scare off angels that dare defy the rules. However, you didn't quite understand why he was condemned from heaven for merely dreaming, and why couldn't he be redeemed by asking for forgiveness. Isn't that what your principles were? You confronted your mother about this, but in fear that she would lose you she begged you to stop speaking about the matter.

From then on, you stopped talking about it. Up until a fateful occurrence.

You were rushing your way towards your office, a tall stack of papers in your arms and as you guessed it, rushing when you can't even see in front of you is a really bad idea.

"Oops, I'm sorry! I'm really sorry!" You cried holding the remaining paper in your arms. The person who bumped into you used their magic to lift sheets of paper off the ground and back onto your stack.

"Oh, it's fine. What's the rush?" A familiar voice of a man calls while he was helping you.

"I need to bring this report to the virtues. Hopefully, the meeting hasn't started yet," you explain, "Thank you, Sir Michael! Would you like to walk with.. me.. there..?"

You look up at the male in a daze as you figure out it wasn't Michael at all. Though they look similar and act the same way, it definitely wasn't him. He wore a distinct white top hat with a snake coiled around the base with accents of red, you trailed down to his face seeing his apple cheeks and awkward sharp toothed smile from being mistaken for his brother as he clutched onto his apple cane.

"O-oh! I'm terribly sorry for not noticing, Sir Lucifer!" You apologized, cheeks heating up from embarrassment.

"Oh it's fine. I get that a lot," he chuckles charmingly.

You blush at your mistake and how irrefutably handsome he was. He has a kind smile that seemed to wane ever so often with how downcast his eyebrows fell. It was as if he felt uncomfortable being here.

Your tug your lips into a thin line before cheerfully saying, "Is there anywhere in particular you're going? I'd love to be your escort!"

He seems dumbfounded at how an angel was kind enough to talk to him so candidly. Weren't there tales about his disobedience spread across of heaven? If this matter didn't require his attendance, he would have never come at all. However, seeing your gentle kindness made it seem worth while.

"Oh, couldn't possibly bother you. Aren't you late for a meeting anyway?" he refuses gently, pointing at the papers.

"Oh, it's fine!" you blush, "I'd be honored to spend some time with you!"

He quirks his eyebrow at you with a smug smile, making you splutter at your mistake, "I meant--as your guide! Yes! I don't have those kinds of intentions towards you! I apologize if it seemed that way!"

He gives you an attractive laugh and uses his magic to lift the paper off your hands and levitate beside you. Saving you the trouble of carrying them everywhere. He gestures his hand forward and replies, "Then shall we?"

You beam him a smile and escorted him to his meeting room, while giving him an update on the changes that were made since he's been gone. He looked less tense when you first bumped into each other and even chimed a joke or two in your conversation.

Not before long, you arrived at the door now carrying the paper in your hands. Giving him a big smile while he carefully walks forward to the door.

"It was nice talking to you, Sir Lucifer," you say a blush adorning your cheeks which he found adorable on you.

"I enjoyed our time together, (y/n). Hopefully, we can meet again someday," he replies with a smile of his own.

You gave him one final smile and started to walk down the hallway. But before you could take your 2nd step, he says something that made you blush from your cheeks to your ears and nape.

"By the way, you can just call me Lucifer. I'm divorced," he calls with a flirtatious smirk before entering the room.

His gesture makes you blush from the top of your head to your toes at his comment, calling him sly in your head. You shake your head trying to gain your composure as you trotted to your office. But it doesn't wipe the stupid smile you had on your face.

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lovezbrownies · 7 days

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Nia with a really clumsy reader, like when reader gets left alone for 10 seconds theyve already set something on fire and caused the death of 5 families (im exaggerating for dramatic effect)

everytime i see a nia request it always gives me so much joyndkjfnds theyre always so fire oomf thank yeww for this one

Oopsie! (Yandere!Queen x GN!Reader.)

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Synopsis: Nia meets a very clumsy yet endearing individual.

Nia Bloodwen x GN!Reader.

Warnings: 'Countel' used as a gender neutral term of Count/Countess, Reader genuinely doesn't know how to walk or talk at all, Reader is a nervous wreck in this, Nia is having fun.

Your marriage to Queen Nia was supposed to be one of convenience—for you, at least. As the clumsy former Countel of the L/N house, your title had been thrust upon you when your fathers, tired of the burdens of leadership, handed over the reins to their 24-year-old heir. And though you were earnest, you were terrible at it. It wasn’t that you didn’t try—oh, you tried—but the documents you signed often had to be rewritten, your speeches were filled with stumbles, and you couldn’t navigate noble circles to save your life.

So, you kept to yourself at parties, avoiding the judgmental eyes of other nobles, desperately trying not to trip over your own feet. Soon, you became known as the “mysterious Countel,” a title whispered among the court’s gossipers. The irony wasn’t lost on you—your mystery was born out of your desire not to make a fool of yourself. Yet, somehow, it only made you more desirable to certain women, drawn to your quiet demeanor. You always declined their advances, though. “I’m flattered, but at the moment, I have no interest in courtship,” you’d say, voice cracking just enough to make them more intrigued, though that was never your intention.

Then, one day, everything changed. You found yourself in the Queen’s presence, not through any special favor but simply through the necessary duties of noble estates. Queen Nia, however, was known for her reclusive manner—meetings with her were conducted behind a curtain, her assistant passing documents back and forth between you. As you fumbled through the mountainous folder of estate paperwork, you were, naturally, a mess.

“Err, the estate papers… Uh, I think it’s this one!” you said, rising from your chair to hand over what you believed to be the correct document. But as you stood, the chair screeched loudly across the marble floor, and your foot—of course—caught on one of its legs. You stumbled forward with a yelp, only to be caught by the horrified assistant. “Stop! Please, sit down,” she hissed, gently guiding you back into your chair, prying the file from your sweaty hands.

“Oh, sorry!” you muttered, flushed with embarrassment, your ears burning.

Nia, behind her veil of privacy, heard the commotion and couldn’t suppress her curiosity. She knew of you—rumors had swirled around court about the elusive and awkward Countel, but this display? The nervousness in your voice, the shuffling of your steps? It wasn’t what she had imagined. In fact, she found herself oddly charmed by the entire affair.

The assistant passed the file to Nia, and when she opened it, her amusement grew tenfold. “Countel L/N, are you sure this is correct?�� she asked, her voice laced with amusement that was difficult to hide.

You froze on the other side of the curtain. “Um, yes?” you responded, only for her to hum softly.

“These appear to be your drawings,” she said, her tone now openly teasing.

“Oh gosh! Uh—y-yes, I mean, no! That’s not the—wait!” Frantically, you shuffled through your papers, your heart pounding in your chest as you realized you’d handed over your sketchbook by mistake. You found the correct file, nearly shoving it into the assistant’s hands, mortified beyond words. “I-I’m so sorry! Here’s the real one, your Majesty!”

Nia, on the other side of the curtain, had to bite her lip to keep from laughing. It was… endearing, really—your clumsiness, your flustered apologies. And those drawings? They were beautiful. There was something raw and unpolished about them that made her linger on each page, tracing the delicate, clumsy lines of birds and flowers, the intricate details you poured into sketches of the estate’s landscape. She wasn’t just amused; she was fascinated.

Your meeting ended in what you hoped was a neutral tone, and as you nervously stood to leave, you cleared your throat. “Um, c-could I maybe… have the drawings back?” you asked, eyes wide with hope.

“No,” came the sharp, definitive reply.

“Ah…” You left, defeated and certain this would be the end of you. Surely, she’d have your head for this embarrassment! You returned home that evening, declaring to your family that your beheading was imminent. They laughed, of course, as they always did when you overreacted. You, however, were already trying to figure out which of your younger sisters would be fit to take over your title.

Meanwhile, Queen Nia sat in her chambers, unable to focus on her usual duties. She tried, of course, to turn her attention to her work, but her gaze kept drifting back to your sketches. She found herself flipping through them over and over, a faint scent of flowers—perhaps from your preferred drawing spot—clinging to the pages. Each stroke of your pen had a life of its own, and it wasn’t long before Nia found herself daydreaming. How strange it was to miss someone she had barely met! The way you had fumbled, the way you had nervously stammered—it was all so utterly… adorable.

Within days, she began inquiring about you discreetly. She invited one of your admirers to her court, listening patiently as the young noblewoman gushed about your endearing quirks. Nia learned that you preferred to keep to yourself at parties, that you were fiercely protective of your sisters, and that you spent most of your free time drawing under the trees in your estate’s garden. A week passed, then two. Nia found herself thinking of you more and more, until finally, she couldn’t resist.

After months of orchestrated meetings and quiet observation, Nia had finally managed to break through your social barriers. You were no longer simply the Countel you had been before—now, you saw her as a friend. And you valued that friendship, even if it made you impossibly nervous. But then, out of nowhere, Nia dropped a bombshell.

“I want you to marry me,” she said one afternoon, her voice so calm and assured that you nearly choked on your tea.

“What?!” you sputtered, coughing violently as water sprayed from both your mouth and nose. You could barely breathe as you struggled to process what she’d just said.

Nia stood, her silhouette suddenly imposing as she stepped out from behind the curtain for the first time. She wasn’t in her usual royal attire—today, she was dressed simply, her hair loose and flowing, her eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart pound. “You heard me, Countel. I want you to marry me.”

“B-but, I—Your Majesty—I—!” Words failed you as you sat frozen, your mind racing with a thousand different thoughts. This wasn’t just a proposal from any noblewoman—this was the Queen. You couldn’t possibly refuse her, yet marriage had always been something you dreaded, something you weren’t ready for.

Nia’s smile was dangerous, predatory almost, as she closed the distance between you with deliberate steps. “You’ve caught my eye, Countel L/N,” she purred, her voice sending a shiver down your spine. “You’re charming, in your own awkward way. You’re clumsy, shy, and you never seem to know what to say, but it’s exactly those qualities that make you… irresistible.”

Your throat went dry as she leaned down, her face now inches from yours. You could feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell the faint hint of roses in her hair. “I’ve decided you’re the one,” she whispered, her lips brushing against your ear as you sat, helpless and breathless. “And I always get what I want.”

“I-I don’t know if—”

“Doesn’t matter,” she cut you off with a gleam in her eyes, wrapping her arms around you with surprising gentleness. “You’re mine now, Countel. And you’re going to be the perfect spouse for a queen.”

Before you could protest further, Nia’s grip tightened, her hands trailing down your back. You weren’t sure if you should laugh, cry, or pass out. But one thing was for certain—you were no longer the clumsy, awkward Countel. You were now the Queen’s clumsy, award partner, and there was no escaping her embrace.

The grand, sunlit halls of the palace stretched endlessly before you, the polished marble floors shimmering beneath the cascading light that filtered through tall, stained-glass windows. And in the midst of this royal grandeur, your hand was clasped firmly within Queen Nia’s—a gesture that had become all too familiar, though not for its elegance. No, she held onto you not out of decorum but to prevent your inevitable stumbles. Today was no exception.

“Honestly, my love,” Nia’s voice, a melody of amusement, slipped past her lips, the sound echoing through the quiet halls. She tugged you closer as you narrowly avoided crashing into a priceless vase, your foot—somehow—tangling itself in the hem of your elaborate royal robes. “How do you manage to trip over absolutely nothing? Do you have some sort of talent for this?” She was laughing now, the sound warm but carrying an undertone of possessive affection, as though she were the only one allowed to witness your constant mishaps.

You flushed, cheeks burning beneath her teasing gaze, and muttered an apology that she waved off immediately, her grip tightening on your arm. “Don’t you dare apologize,” she purred, eyes glinting as she looked at you. “You wouldn’t be you without all this.” Her free hand gently brushed your cheek, her touch lingering in that possessive way she always had—as if claiming you as her own with every small gesture, reminding you with each caress that you belonged to her and her alone.

Months had passed since your marriage, and though you had settled into your role as her spouse, you still hadn’t quite gotten used to the way she looked at you sometimes—those predatory eyes, always watching, always following your every move as though you were something precious and fragile, something she’d fiercely protect but never let go. There were days when you wondered if she’d ever stop teasing you, but you knew the answer before you could even consider it.

Nia enjoyed your clumsiness far too much, her laughter a constant reminder of her amusement—and her obsession. Every trip, every stumble seemed to end with her holding you tighter, her arms around your waist, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered, “You’re mine, darling. Always.” And though her words made you feel safe, there was something more beneath them—a fierce protectiveness, a possessiveness that never quite left her tone.

And yet, as the months passed, you couldn’t help but notice someone else’s eyes lingering on you—eyes that were far less welcoming, far less comforting than Nia’s. Isadora, Nia’s ever-dutiful assistant, had become a shadow in your life, always hovering just out of reach, her gaze too intense, too calculating. At first, you thought nothing of it—surely she was simply doing her job, ensuring her Queen’s spouse was well taken care of. But there was something different about the way she spoke to you now, the way her hands would sometimes brush against yours as she passed you documents, or how her eyes lingered just a bit too long when you tripped and Nia wasn’t there to catch you.

One evening, as you sat alone in the palace gardens, sketching nervously under the fading sunlight, Isadora approached, her steps almost too quiet for comfort. “Countel,” she greeted, her voice smooth as silk but laced with something you couldn’t quite place. You glanced up, offering her a polite smile as she stood over you, her shadow casting a long, dark line over your sketchbook.

“Good evening, Isadora,” you replied, your voice wavering slightly. There was something unsettling about the way she was looking at you, as if she were studying you far too closely. She crouched beside you, and you stiffened as her fingers brushed your wrist—just a light touch, but it sent a shiver down your spine. You didn’t like how close she was, how her breath seemed to warm the air around you.

“I’ve noticed…” she began, her tone far too intimate for your comfort, “that the Queen seems rather… fond of you.” Her fingers traced along the back of your hand, and you flinched, pulling away awkwardly, nearly knocking your sketchbook into the dirt in your clumsy retreat.

“I—um—yes, of course she is,” you stammered, fumbling with your words as you struggled to maintain your composure. “I-I mean, that’s not surprising, right? I—uh—she's my wife, after all…”

Isadora’s smile didn’t reach her eyes. “You’re quite the catch, Countel L/N,” she whispered, her hand ghosting over your arm now. “Someone as kind and charming as you… well, it’s no wonder she’s obsessed.” There was a sharpness to her words, a hidden bitterness that sent your heart racing in the wrong direction. You tried to step back slowly, awkwardly adjusting your sketchbook under your arm as you stood—nonchalant, you told yourself, just another casual movement. But as you turned, your foot caught on a loose cobblestone, sending you careening sideways into a nearby flowerbed, your arms flailing wildly to catch yourself.

You hit the ground with a soft thud, face flushed, flowers and dirt mingling with your robes. “Oh no! I’m fine!” you exclaimed, cheeks burning. You scrambled back to your feet, brushing off the petals and soil as Isadora chuckled softly, the sound laced with a mix of amusement and something darker.

“See?” Isadora leaned closer, a teasing lilt in her voice, “You really do need someone to catch you.” She reached out, her hand grasping your elbow, but you jerked away, panic rising as you tried to regain your composure.

“I really appreciate it, but I should go—like, um, really go tell Nia something! Important! Very important!” You stammered, your words tumbling over each other in your rush to escape. “I mean, it’s not that I don’t want to talk, but…” You stumbled over your own thoughts, the franticness of the situation sending you spiraling.

Isadora smirked, clearly enjoying your flustered state. “I think we’d make a lovely pair,” she persisted, her gaze piercing as you stumbled backward toward the palace, nearly tripping over your own feet again. “You don’t have to tell her everything, do you?”

You shook your head violently, feeling the weight of her words crashing down around you. “I-I really don’t think that’s a good idea! I mean, why would I—um, ah!” Your foot caught on the hem of your robe, and you tumbled forward, the world tilting precariously as you collided with a nearby garden bench, nearly tipping it over as you flailed to steady yourself.

“I’m—going to go—tell Nia!” you blurted out, the words tumbling from your lips in a rush as you managed to slip through the doors, leaving Isadora behind. Your breath hitched in your throat, and you wiped your sweaty palms on your robes, desperately trying to find Nia, trying to shake off the unsettling feelings that lingered from the encounter.

When you finally found Nia in your shared chambers, lounging gracefully on the edge of the bed, her expression softened at the sight of you. You could feel the tension leaving your body just by being in her presence. Her eyes lit up with curiosity as you approached—trying to steady your voice, trying not to make it seem like anything was wrong.

“What’s happened, darling?” she asked, her voice laced with concern as she noticed your hesitation.

You fumbled for words, wringing your hands together as you paced the room, trying to make sense of the mess in your head without alarming her. “I… um, I don’t want to make a big deal of this, but… Isadora, she…” You trailed off, feeling the weight of Nia’s gaze on you, and then took a deep breath, forcing yourself to say it. “She… tried to, um… make some sort of… move? On me?”

The room seemed to still. Nia’s playful expression froze, her eyes narrowing as she processed what you’d said. The air around her darkened, a possessive storm gathering behind her eyes. “What?” Her voice, though soft, carried an edge so sharp it sent a chill down your spine. “She what?”

You swallowed hard, regretting immediately that you hadn’t just told her straight away. But now, there was no going back. “I-I told her no, obviously,” you added quickly, feeling the weight of her possessive gaze on you, “but… I thought you should know.”

Nia rose from the bed, her movements graceful yet terrifying in their deliberation. The playful Queen was gone, replaced by something far more dangerous, far more protective. “Where is she now?” she asked, her voice cold, calculated.

Before you could answer, she was already calling for the guards, her voice ringing with fury. Within moments, Isadora was dragged into the room, her confident demeanor slipping as she was forced to her knees before the Queen. Nia’s eyes burned with possessive wrath as she stood over the trembling assistant.

“You thought you could lay a hand on my spouse?” Nia’s voice was deadly, her gaze unwavering as she stared down at Isadora. “You dared to think you could steal what is mine?”

Isadora stammered out a weak apology, but Nia wasn’t having any of it. “Your ambition blinds you,” she said, her voice low and sharp, like the edge of a blade. “You’ve miscalculated your position here.” Her gaze flickered toward you, filled with a mixture of concern and fierce protectiveness that sent shivers racing down your spine.

You stood frozen, caught in a whirlwind of emotions as you watched Isadora falter under Nia's intensity. “I—I didn’t mean to…” Isadora protested, her composure cracking as she looked up at Nia, desperation creeping into her voice. “I thought—I just thought…”

“Thought what?” Nia interrupted, her tone cutting through the air like ice. “That you could charm your way into my life? That you could take what belongs to me?” She stepped closer, looming over Isadora, who now cowered beneath the Queen’s wrath, her earlier confidence shattered.

The atmosphere in the room shifted, thick with tension, as you felt a mix of dread and relief. Dread for Isadora, whose ambition had led her to this moment, and relief because Nia was defending you, fiercely and unabashedly. But even as you felt that protective warmth from your wife, a small flicker of concern tugged at your heart.

“Nia, please—” you started, your voice hesitant as you approached her, wanting to defuse the situation. “I-It’s okay. I told her no. I didn’t want any of this—”

“Stay back, darling,” Nia interjected, her voice firm as she turned to you, eyes softening just a fraction as she glanced your way. “This is between me and her now.”

You watched, heart racing, as Nia’s expression hardened again. “You will not threaten my spouse again,” she declared, her voice unwavering. “Consider this your final warning. I’ll not allow anyone to come between us, Isadora. You may leave, but understand this: any further attempts, and you will regret it.”

Isadora’s eyes widened with fear, and she nodded rapidly, scrambling to her feet as she backed away. “I didn’t mean any harm! I was just—” But her words fell flat as Nia stepped forward, every inch of her commanding, fierce, and utterly in control.

“Leave,” Nia repeated, her tone leaving no room for argument. Isadora stumbled back out of the room, muttering half-hearted apologies, clearly shaken, her earlier confidence extinguished in the face of Nia’s wrath. The door slammed shut behind her, the echo reverberating through the silence that followed.

You turned back to Nia, who was now visibly shaking with the force of her emotions. The anger had left her, but the protective intensity remained, her eyes dark and swirling with unbridled feelings. “Are you alright?” she asked, her voice suddenly soft, the fierce Queen giving way to the concerned wife.

“I—I think so,” you replied, your heart still racing, a mix of exhilaration and anxiety coursing through you. “I didn’t expect that to happen.”

Nia stepped closer, wrapping her arms around you, her warmth enveloping you like a shield. “You have to understand,” she murmured against your hair, “I can’t allow anyone to come near you. You’re too precious to me.” Her fingers tangled in your hair, holding you tightly as if she were afraid you might slip away.

“I know,” you whispered, burying your face in her shoulder, feeling the comfort of her presence wash over you. “I just didn’t want you to get hurt. I didn’t mean to cause any trouble.”

Nia pulled back slightly, her gaze intense as she searched your eyes. “You’re never trouble, my love. You’re everything to me. I’ll protect you, always.” Her voice was low, fierce, filled with an earnestness that made your heart swell.

As she stepped back, her expression softened, and the playfulness returned to her gaze, but there was an underlying tension still lingering between you two. “But I won’t tolerate anyone trying to come between us again. Not even a whisper of it.” Her lips curved into a teasing smile, but the possessiveness in her eyes remained. “So, just promise me—if anyone else tries anything, you’ll tell me immediately. No more hiding.”

You nodded, feeling the weight of her gaze pressing down on you. “I promise,” you replied, your voice steady. “I won’t let anyone come between us. Especially not Isadora.” Oof, best not to cross Nia, that is for sure.

Nia smiled, satisfaction flickering across her features. “Good,” she said, pulling you back into her embrace, her warmth grounding you. “Now, let’s put this behind us, shall we?”

In that moment, surrounded by her fierce love, you knew that no matter the challenges that lay ahead, you would face them together. And in the heart of the storm, you felt an undeniable strength—a bond that was unbreakable, forged in the fires of love and loyalty.

#yandere x reader #gn reader #yandere oc x reader #oc x reader #yandere oc #yandere x darling #x reader #tw yandere #yandere #gender neutral #female yandere #female yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere request #Nia Bloodwen #guys do u think i yapped too much in this

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hells-wasabii · 8 months

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omg hihhi can you do a male reader x lucifer who is shorter than him im like 5'1 and i only see fics where the reader is taller than him its okay if not <33

A/N: This one is unfortantely shorter than my usual stuff i put out. I had to go back and rewrite it because my laptop shut off before i could finish or save it as a draft. I really thought I would've lost the ask too, which i was more worried about that than the actual writing so I'm really happy that it didn't delete the ask itself. i hope this one isn't too bad

Character: Lucifer

Type: Headcanons (Lucifer x shorter m!reader, General)

Demons tend to come in all shapes and sizes, so Lucifer isn't too terribly surprised to meet someone who's shorter than him. However, most other men he had met(which isn't much, he doesn't exactly go out all that often anymore) usually were taller than him. But he is admittedly relieved that he wouldn't really have to worry about you bringing up his height.

Considering how Lucifer actively avoids the sinners under his rule, I don't really imagine him meeting you until after the events of season 1. That being said, he would also be more open to the idea of socializing, in general.

Though he would certainly be tempted to, he would avoid teasing you for your height. He's not exactly tall himself, something that others have no issue reminding him of, so he wouldn't be teasing you for something that you don't exactly have control over.

He absolutely loves cuddling with you. He adores that he's able to envelop you when he's the big spoon, something that he couldn't really do effectively with Lilith.

If you don't have wings yourself, you'd best believe that he loves to take you flying, holding you close to him as he takes flight. For him, flying makes him feel like he's on top of the world, and makes him feel tall too. He wants you to feel the same. Just hope you don't have a fear of heights because the first time it happened he was so excited by the prospect that he kind of forgot to ask.

He'd make it up to you, of course, he's might be the devil but he's not heartless. He would actually go out of his way to help you with certain things, too. Considering he has wings, he uses it to his advantage to help you get stuff from places you wouldn't be able to reach so you don't have to take the time to go get a stool.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin headcanons #hazbin imagine #lucifer x reader #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer

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kirke-is-my-name · 1 year

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Hello! Can i request headcandons of Miguel o'hara with a shy nurse reader who is constantly tired? Being nurse is a physically and mentally demanding job and i love the dynamic of hero who falls over his heels for his nurse or even being protective over her, but if u don't want to make this request i understand

I’m so sorry I just saw this! But of course let’s see what I can think of 😌

A nurse reader who is dating Miguel would honestly have a terrible sleep schedule like him.

Like poor baby is working 24,48 or 72 hour shifts at the hospital. And often times hardly sleeps so when you are home it’s time for rest and relaxation

When working those longer shifts Miguel makes it his job to arrive home at least 90 minutes before you, so he can not only prepare a bath with all your favorite soaks. But also a hot home cooked meal. Because god damn it you deserve something nice

If you need something? He will get it. You need to rant about your shift? Don’t worry he is a good listener. You need to cook dinner? Nonsense sit down and he will cook.

Two sleep deprived lovers whatever will they do!?Sleep…they sleep can only sleep if the other is in bed with them.

If you start nodding off he will carry you to the bed. And if you refuse to sleep he will sit in the bed with you and do some work or also fall asleep.

Has Lyla constantly keep watch at your hospital to alert him if anything is wrong.

Oh you haven’t eaten? You have a DoorDash under you name within the hour. Running out of medical supplies? Nonsense someone just bought some for your entire department . You had to deal with a very hard patient? Woah look at that someone sent you flowers. Someone threatened you? That’s so weird they ended up in the police station brushed and hurt…

He is whipped

Knowing he is spiderman and seeing the damage his villain can do to others really only makes you appreciate him more. Granted if an innocent person is harmed you are chewing him out. He might of gone to your work a few time as both Spider-Man and Miguel asking for your help to patch him up. The one time he tried to fix his injuries himself you scolded him at doing such a bad job that you insist on patching him up every night if you have to.

Honestly? His favorite time watching your hands move to maybe sow together a cut that’s rather deep. Or even wrapping him up, his just looks down fondly at you as patch him up and talk about whatever is on your mind. But if he is being a little shit his wrappings or thread might be pulled a bit too tight.

Both of you acknowledging the other has a difficult job, but Miguel thinks you are stronger then him in every sense. While he saves the multiverse he doesn’t personally interact with the people. You though…you talk to them and get to know the people. He saves the world but you save the people.

It gets hard losing a patient who was a kid or someone you’ve bonded with. Often times you’ve cried at their passing. But you have a job to do and as quickly as you cried, the tears vanish and you continue your job. For that alone Miguel believes you are stronger . To truck on after losing someone and still maintaining a friendly demeanor and positive attitude. Even when you know the situation won’t get better. Is something he knows he couldn’t do but you can. So when you cry and are tired he comforts you in every way he can. Because one person can only strong for a certain amount of time before it gets to them.

One time someone took a picture of Spider-Man with you in his arms. For WEEKS your coworker and patient cornered you asking if you know the masked hero. You stuck with the story “noI just patch him up really?!” Of course a villain saw that picture and though it was a bright idea to kidnap you and use you against Miguel…bad idea. Sure you are a nurse and SHOULD be helping the injured but after seeing the damage Miguel left you turned your head and said “Im off the clock so I can’t help them”

Bonus

You needed new scrubs so Lyla order a spider-man themed scrubs for you. Honestly got a nice laugh out of it and you wear them at least once a week.

Another time your lunch happened to be the Miguel Burger and attached was a small strawberry also designed like Miguel. It cheered you up for sure

#miguel o'hara #miguel o hara #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #atsv miguel #miguel x reader #miguel x you #miguel o hara x you

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strniohoeee · 11 months

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chris and reader have a big fight and reader flinches when he raises his hand to touch his hair so then he immediately go soft and comforts her as she talks about her abusive ex boyfriend who gave her trauma

Mishandle

Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: Chris and Y/N are arguing because y/n went out without telling him, and wasn’t responding to his texts. Y/N’s trauma comes to the surface, and Chris is there to save her🫂

Warnings⚠️: Past abuse in a relationship

Song for the imagine: Reciprocate- Summer Walker

Arguing with Chris rarely ever happened, I would say it almost never happened, but when we did argue it was intense. I hated it because it brought me back to how my ex and I used to be. Although Chris has never done anything or said anything like my ex did, I still got terrible flashbacks.

I never wanted to argue with Chris, afraid that my past trauma will come out, and I’d have to tell him stuff I swore to never think about again.

But right now Chris and I were in the biggest argument we’ve ever had. I forgot to tell him I was going out, and I forgot to share my location. Doesn’t seem bad, but the issue was I had no service in the area I was at, and when the chat bubbles finally started going through I didn’t answer. I was out with my homegirls, and I didn’t even think to check my phone, or call Chris.

I originally was supposed to be home before Chris and his brothers, but we all got carried away and went to other clubs. Chris was so worried when I wasn’t answering he had Nick and Matt also contact me, but once again I wasn’t checking my phone.

I had finally checked my phone when I was ordering the Uber home, but Chris wasn’t answering me. Instead he was waiting in the kitchen fuming

That brings us to now.

“How could you go out downtown clubbing ALONE, and then you don’t even share your location, or answer me” he said angrily

“Baby I completely forgot, like it slipped my mind, and I was having so much fun I didn’t think of it” I said walking up to him and sitting down diagonal from him

“I was so fucking worried that something happened to you, like you don’t understand I was ready to start hunting for you” he said shaking his head

“I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking” I said looking at him

“That’s your problem. You never think in instances like this” he said scoffing at me

“What the fuck? Why would you even say something like that” I told him

“How do you plan a night out, and don’t even think to tell me. Like no matter what I do I always tell you where I’m at, where I’m going and who I’m with” he said looking at me

“And once again Christopher it completely slipped my mind” I told him with an attitude

“Don’t catch an attitude with me” he said shaking his head

“Don’t be an asshole, and I wouldn’t” I said

“I’m not being an asshole. I’m being a scared boyfriend” he said back

“And for the last time, I completely forgot” I spat at him

“DOESNT FUCKING MATTER” he said raising his voice

This made my heart thump faster because I was thinking back to my ex and I.

“IM FUCKING SORRY CHRIS LIKE WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT” I said yelling back

“This is fucking ridiculous” he scoffs

“Yeah it fucking is. You’re getting yourself upset and worked up, clearly I’m fine” I told him leaving in a little closer to him

He looked at me, and moved his hand to push his hair back, but I thought he was going to hit me, so I flinched and moved back

“Do you fucking think I’d hit you?” He said hurt

“I…I’m sorry” I said looking at him

“What the fuck was that” he said

“I’m….I just got a little bit of PTSD from my past relationship” I said looking down

“I’d never fucking hit you……did he hit you?” He asked as his gaze softened

“Not often, we mostly argued, but if I got him mad enough he’d hit me” I said to Chris

“How could he do that to you, I would never in a million years ever think of putting my hands on you” he said grabbing my hand and caressing it

“He just told me I had that face, a face that any man would want to hit” I said wiping a tear

“Baby…I’d never fucking do that to you, and you do not have a face like that…what a fucking dick” he said kissing my hand

“This scar on my chin…..he uh he did it” I said pointing to the deep scar I had on my chin

“What did he do” Chris asked looking at my face for answers

“He umm….well he slashed me with a broken glass cup” I told Chris

“Baby…why’d you never tell me” he said getting up and hugging me

“Honestly I wanted to forget, and I don’t remember most fights because I suffered from a lot of concussions” I said hugging him back

“Concussion?” He asked pulling away and looking into my eyes

“Yeah…he’d always shove my head into the wall” I said looking down

“I’d never do such a thing, and I hope he rots in hell. I love you so fucking much, and I’m so sorry for arguing with you. I just got so worried that something happened to my baby. I wouldn’t be able to live without you. I was ready to fucking kill for you when you didn’t answer me” he said rubbing my cheek

“I love you so much Chris, and I’m sorry. I will always tell you where I’m at and where I’m going” I said looking into his eyes

“I love you so much” he said before kissing me

The End

Hiiiii hope you guys liked this one! It’s a cute lil angsty one. I’m working on the rest of my requests now🫶🏽🖤

-J💅🏽

A/N: I love Matt so much….I wanna be his friend😔

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo imagine

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moriartyluver · 1 year

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Okay but imagine being Liam’s wife and he forgets his lunch so you take it to him at the university, and his students (who have seen how soft Liam gets when he talks about his wife) are gushing over you and asking you a bunch of questions about their professor, how the two of you got into a relationship and all that

Meanwhile he’s just flustered and blushing in the corner

AND THAN AFTER YOU LEAVE THEY START TALKING TO HIM ABOUT HOW NICE AND PRETTY YOU ARE

🎀.

A/N: IM CRYING BC I WROTE A ONESHOT FOR THIS BUT IT DIDN SAVE 😭 ANYWAYS I REWROTE IT BASICALLY THE SAME SO TAKE THIS. YOU HAVE BEEN FED ONCE AGAIN, MY DEAR LIAM SIMPS

Character(s): William James Moriarty x fem! Reader

Format: oneshots

Genre: fluff

Prompt: ^^

Warnings: uhhh implied nsfw at the end ig? Reader is a noblewoman, reader is female, reader is William’s wife/ established relationship. NOT PROOFREAD kinda short too 😞

A knock came from the other side of the door to the lecture hall. Classes had already started so you were hoping and praying that this was the right room, as you would’ve felt so embarrassed otherwise.

A familiar voice calls out to you, causing you to smile.

“Come in.”

You slowly open the door, trying not draw too much attention to yourself, which fails terribly the moment you’re visibly in the classroom.

You play with the cloth wrapped around the lunchbox in your hand, which your husband, who was now teaching his class some complex equation, had forgotten that morning in a rush to get to work. (“Five more minutes” he said as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck when you told him to wake up. Those five minutes became half an hour and yet your tired husband didn’t even regret it)

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, Professor-“ you apologise as your husband’s face shifts into a soft smile.

“It’s alright, darling,” he said softly but discreetly as he approached your figure by the door. He took the lunchbox in your hands and gave you a chaste kiss on the cheek right before you walked back to the door, ready to leave as the handle squeaked.

“Oh look! It’s the professor’s wife..!” One student called out to you

As you began to turn to leave, another one of William's students spoke up. "Excuse me, Mrs. Moriarty," he said, waving his arm about as you failed to notice the growing blush on your husband’s face"but we've all been curious about our professor's personal life. Would you mind answering a few questions?"

You hesitated for a moment before nodding your head. The students leaned forward in their seats, eager to hear you talk about the usually strict professor.

They asked about how you met, how long you'd been married, and what it was like being married to the mathematics professor. They all seemed fascinated by William's usually strict demeanour turning soft whenever he mentioned you in the past and now they were faced with you, they understood why.

William was sat in the corner of the room, clearly flustered by the attention, which was rather amusing even if you didn’t admit it aloud. He kept his head down, hiding his pink cheeks whilst you answered his students happily.

As you finished answering the questions and prepared to leave, the students all thanked you for your time. The moment the door shut, William lifted his head to continue the lesson, coughing slightly to regain his composure. The young men in the room talked of how beautiful and kind you were to them, while the professor desperately tried to change the subject.

Not that he didn’t agree, of course, because he certainly did, but because he knew if the topic of conversation had stayed on his lovely wife, he wouldn’t be able to resist singing your praises or getting incredibly flustered and lovesick as he thought of you.

When he arrived home after work, he showed this great affection in the best possible way (iykwim🤭😏), secretly hoping you’d come by his classroom more often.

#moriarty the patriot #—a’s anons 💄#william james moriarty #william moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #mtp william #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori x reader #william james moriarty x reader #yuumori #mtp x you

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swmmi-kti · 3 months

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Mates Pt 2

DNI/BYF

cw: none so far.

part: 1 part: 3

synopsis: hey you meet your love, yeah he kinda tried to kill yoU BUT HE DIDN'T

You wonder, day dream over and over, over the past meeting.

How wonderful those arms felt around you. How he runs cold compared to you So lovely so wonderful you believe and it leaves you wanting so much more.

You do your usual routine, hoping to find him but alas somethings dont happen how we want.

Regardless you take the same path as always. Look around and if you don't see him then it is for another day.

Lucky enough nature has made a good foreging today, smiling at your basket as you set a steady pace back home.

Bur only enough, you heard loud flapping above you. However you take no notice as you walk until the shadow comes to view.

Smiling brightly you turn around "your back!" You say excited. Feeling his body weight push you down knocking the basket down.

"Hi~" he says a bit to eager. You can't read the Kanji engraved into his irises. How they shine like the brightest sets of stars, "upper four", how peculiar.

"So nice of you to come by again. I've been meaning to thank you" you laugh as you grab your basket.

"So a birdie tells me, though I'll say whats a good looking human such as yourself waiting for a demon like myself"

You laugh as you wave him to follow you. "Oh trust Me I don't care about that. You saved my life from a very horrible death. I have to thank you somehow"

He lets out a sharp almost bird like chirp of a laugh as he flaps behind you. You thought about making a nice supper and thought what may be a nice way to say a simple thanks.

"And how?"

"I thought a nice dinner would be enough. I don't know what else would be good but isn't that nice?"

You hum delighted not noticing his expression die. He can't seem to break the news that he can't eat food, though you'd make a pretty good meal

Following you seems to be a good view. He smirks inwardly to himself. as he sees your older run down place. Struggling to get in your home given his larger wings.

Regardless it's a nice comfort. Usually he didn't like to play with his food...However could he even call you that? Perhaps still prey.

But watching you work feels and looks very nice. Regardless He sits back and takes in the environment around him. Its Cozy for the most part. It feels almost...so hauntingly familiar.

Life was filled with moments like this, he often wonders how he got this way, Why was he this.

"uhm..."

He snaps out of it at an instant as he changes to a growing smirk.

"yes?...im sorry i spaced out" Dear lord, did he just apologize?

"i was just about to ask would you like a big plate?" you say with a smile waving off the somber yet serious expression he dawned.

He chuckled that same screech almost like a hawk, as he looked your way "no..actually I'm alright i don- can't eat" he admits watching your face fall a little.

"oh. im sorry . i had no idea"

"It's alright You wouldn't have known demons can't eat food" He says awaiting a reaction but there is none to come.

"i still feel bad....er" You mutter realizing you dont even know his name.

As gently as he can his hand grazes over your jawline. the claws of his nick you but not terribly so that you bleed. "Urogi"

You smile a little bit because it feels so awkward as you shy away just the tiniest bit "Urogi"

You cant help but the tiniest smile at his name. Its short and sweet and sounds just about right as well. "Urogi is a nice name"

He Lets out a laugh not his usual cocky or mocking laugh. Its genuine and filled with nerves. He feels like he's not who he should be but be someone you should want.

It's a conflicting feeling for sure. And he sits with you tonight wondering how such a human could hold the entire night sky in their eyes.

What was wrong with him? now he's far away with the single thought of you. ignoring the new meal himself and his clones hunted....how pathetic indeed.

And he can see and feel Sekido's gaze on the back of his neck. His feathers slightly ruffled....humans seem so unappetizing to him now...

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #x reader #urogi #urogi x reader #urogi x y/n #demon slayer urogi #kny urogi #female reader #hantengu clones #hantengu

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jinkicake · 2 years

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Demons and Rejection

You use your pact against him.

Lucifer x Reader

Mammon x Reader

A/N: I’ve had this idea for a long time and I really wanted to write Luci angst.... im saving all the terrible smut I have to post for tomorrow. Idk why my favorite ideas always turn out the worst.... #fool,,,, I wanna write mammon fluff nowwwwww

WC - 1.6K

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Lucifer

“No, don’t touch me!”

In the midst of a disagreement, your rejection of Lucifer’s touch only serves to make him angrier. A wave of shock washes over his entire body as his eyes widen at your words. He carefully watches your every move, how you take a step away from him and your pretty eyes narrow into a glare.

Right now, you just want out of this tense situation.

The Avatar of Pride wants the complete opposite.

“You think you can run from me?” In a flash, horns appear on the top of his head and four wings sprout from his back. Lucifer, though he’ll never admit it, often acts irrationally in the heat of the moment. His anger gets the better of him and he does things he would never do without a good moment of thought.

You’ve dealt with him like this, in his devil form, countless times before but it never gets easier. The anxiety in your stomach never settles and the fear in your heart never makes you feel any braver afterward. Stubbornly, and stupidly, you hold your ground like you always do. You want Lucifer to think you’re unphased by his childish move of acting out.

“Human,” He lowly murmurs as he steps closer to you, instantly closing the gap you created just seconds before. There’s a tight twitch in his jaw as he clenches his teeth but, you make no move to run or to look away. “you must think so lowly of me-” His hand tries to wrap around your bicep, Lucifer reaches for you and with just mere centimeters resting between your skin and his fingertips, he’s met with a barrier.

A physical barrier that keeps him from touching you.

His heart twinges painfully deep within his chest as fear subtly starts to creep up his spine.

“Undo this, (Y/N),” His threat doesn’t mean much to you and you try to ignore the dangerous glint in his eyes as he stares down at you. The dark red of danger masks his growing desperation. “now.”

You slightly purse your lips in thought, still glaring deeply into his expressive eyes.

But, Lucifer isn’t the most patient demon when it comes to getting what he wants. He bites back a curse and reaches for you once more. Again, he’s met with the same fate and a physical reminder that shows him just what his cruel actions can be punished with. It isn’t so much that you can overpower him that scares Lucifer, it’s the fact that you can now deprive him of the one thing he desperately needs.

His heart thrashes wildly in his chest, pupils grow wide at the realization.

If you choose, you can leave him behind forever and there’s nothing he can do to stop you-

“Enough of this,” Lucifer sucks in a deep breath, ultimately calming himself down for the moment. It’s enough to help him think rationally for now. “listen to me, (Y/N).”

“No.” You spit out lowly and the threatening tone of your voice catches the demon off guard. “You listen to me, Lucifer. I want you to leave me alone. Don’t come near me until you’ve calmed down.” The pact slaps the command in his face and the demon is left stunned and speechless. “I don’t want to see you like this.”

Like this, in his demon form.

Shame almost instantly seeps out of his skin the moment you start to walk away, no doubt retiring you’re to your room for the night. Your words wash over him in waves and at the shut of the door, his wings have retreated and horns have disappeared.

His fingers twitch at the desire of wanting to touch you and Lucifer feels frustration fill his entire body, spilling out of his ears.

Anguish is truly starting to get the better of him.

No matter how hard he tries, he can’t take another step after you because of the pact. The demon can’t move, not until you’re out of his sight and his reach.

Lucifer nearly starts to thrash his powerful limbs around in an attempt to break the command but, the onset of mixed emotions has tired him out rather quickly. So much has happened since your disagreement that started half an hour ago. Right now, the older demon is so unbelievably pissed that you would punish him like this. Lucifer can’t wrap his head around the fact that you would deprive him of your touch, of your space, of your comfort. He’s so angry, seething with it and there’s nothing but guilt fueling the red in his vision.

Because Lucifer knows he deserves this, he deserves your punishment and so much more for the way he tosses you around as if you're a human stress ball. He’s disappointed with himself, disappointed that his actions would drive you away so cruely. Lucifer can’t even remember what the argument was about, him not taking a break, or him being too harsh on his brothers. All he knows is that the problem at hand was himself and he hates to admit it.

He can’t admit it because of his pride, which is why he finds himself once again all alone.

It’s much harder this time with you not by his side.

Mammon

“You did what?!” You screech from your bed, gripping your hair in disbelief as the soft strands fall limp under your harsh touch.

“I-I took each brother’s credit card, so what?” Mammon clicks his tongue and tries to mask the anxiety he feels while staring at the look of horror on your face. “Let’s go check out the new arrivals in those stores you like!”

“So what? So what? Mammon, they’re going to kill you!” At the moment, you find it hard to breathe and all you can think about are the worst-case scenarios of six demons and their unmovable anger.

“They can’t kill me,” Mammon murmurs and moves his stare down to the floor, he starts to feel a little shameful being the cause of your worry. He’s the second strongest after all! If anyone tried to kill him, only Lucifer would be successful and his brother would never do that-

“Mammon. Return their cards now before you do any damage.” Neither of you realizes it, but it’s a direct command that leaves your lips.

Mammon immediately refuses.

“No way, that’s a stupid idea.” He waves you off with a flick of his wrist, his eyes trained on your purple walls. Mammon can’t bear to look at you right now, not when your glare can make him flinch and freeze all over.

“I don’t care if you think that’s a stupid idea. Go do it, now!” Something snaps in him at your specific words, almost like a slap on his back to get him to start moving. His body reacts before his brain and Mammon can only watch in horror as his feet move without his consent.

“Hey, what did you do? Let me go!” Mammon grits his teeth at being overpowered so easily, no matter how hard he tries he can’t fight the natural movement of his body.

“I didn’t do anything?” You quickly stand up from your bed and follow after him. The attempt to stop him by wrapping your arms around his waist is pointless, you end up being dragged when you try to pull him back. Mammon blinks, glancing at you as his hand securely wraps around the door knob.

“It’s the pact, undo it, human!” Had you not known him any better, you wouldn’t have noticed the slight yelp in his voice. Softly, you let go of your grip around his waist.

The pact got him to do this, huh?

“Mammon,” You sweetly call after him and the demon can’t decide between swooning at your honeyed tone or becoming suspicious because of your actions.

His mind is made up in less than a second since he can never deny you.

“Yes, my dearest?” There are hearts in his eyes, in the shape of you and only you-

“Apologize to your brothers too,”

Those hearts almost instantly shatter.

“WHAT?”

“You will give back their credit cards and apologize for it too.”

Mammon swallows a curse that gets trapped between his lips, he stares at you in disbelief for a brief moment before he closes the door in your face. It’s not as if he had much of a choice in the matter, not with his body moving on its own.

His body is moving straight to Lucifer’s office. The only thing Mammon can do in mental preparation for his impending doom is slow down his steps just a bit.

“Damnit.” If he survives this, he’ll be sure to punish you in some way. Maybe he’ll ignore you or not get you a gift for a whole day! In the midst of his planning to get back at you, the sound of your door opening impedes his thoughts. “Oh, you changed your mind? Great, let me go.”

“Mmm, no.” You slowly tap your chin, a devious smile spreading on your lips. If Mammon wasn’t so irritated right now he would have tripped at his heart skipping a beat in his chest. “You can’t come back here until you’ve given each of them all their cards.” This order is more specific than the last and Mammon sucks in a deep breath at the brunt force of it.

It’s not like he has the right to deny you.

“You dumb human, when I’m free of this- you better run!” Mammon yells back at you, but the effort is useless since he gave up on this conflict ten steps ago. He knows he can’t fight you in the slightest but, that doesn’t mean the same for you.

The anger that passes through your eyes makes him squeak.

“You dumb demon, because of that threat you can’t sleep in here for a week!”

Mammon gasps in horror at your words, a terrible ache builds in his chest. You wouldn’t actually deny him of you, would you?!

The current effects of the pact are now the least of his worries.

#lucifer x reader #mammon x reader #lucifer x y/n #mammon x y/n #obey me x reader #obey me x y/n #lucifer x you #mammon x you #Lucifer angst #too tired to edit more hehe #obey me x you

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channel-eclair · 26 days

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i feel like in the modern day of video games, a lot of games hardly hold onto being talked about for longer than like. a month. which i always find quite sad tbh. like remember when mario wonder and tears of the kingdom happened cause the internet sure doesnt

so i think its so awesome that fire emblem: three houses has as much staying power as it does. people talk about this game like it came out yesterday literally five years after its release. its still played, adored, and sold such a beyond incredible amount of copies that surpasses the usual sales of series i never thought id see fire emblem go past

so i find it a real shame its become a trend lately for reddit dudes to decide suddenly three houses is terrible and actually get geniunely angry when its brought up anywhere (which has slowly but surely spread to other websites 😭)

its actually become rather difficult to talk about 3h in general fire emblem spaces cuz someones always gonna get really cranky about how they think its overrated and then throw a tantrum about how much time you spend in the monastery and blah blah blahhh

its actually identical to what happened to awakening- there was a time where elitists in the fanbase randomly decided "actually awakening is secretly BAD" and started a trend where they tried really awkwardly to turn "awakening saved the series" into a meme and acted really rude to fans of it. it was awful and messy 😵‍💫

so this just kinda seems to be the same exact thing on loop

things like this are always such. slop to me. its just some people trying to start petty arguments for fun and then it catches on and people gaslight themselves into agreeing and then they try to argue. but their arguments never actually have any weight behind them, they're just regurgitating some opinion somebody told them theyre supposed to have. as a pokemon fan i see this so often 😭 seeing people try to convince themselves legends arceus isnt amazing so they can have something to argue about is geniunely concerning and sad

idk they just seem so. zombie like. just lifeless and saying the same thing on loop. i wish theyd just let themselves live and have some fun rather than chase petty internet validation

but idk its a real shame! a game finally has actual staying power but now a buncha reddit dudes are like "NOOO STOP HAVING FUN!! THIS GAME IS BAD UR JUST LYING TO URSELFS! STOP HAVING FUN PLAY ENGAGE INSTEAD"

i gotta be honest i love engage but i was so bored trying to replay it i actually went back and played three houses twice and then went back to engage, but was still bored so i went back to start playing three houses a third time 😭 those engage character tags are so empty and hardly anyone talks about or has passion for this game anymore i just wanna stick with three houses and occasionally pick up engage. i feel like engage has just become an arguing tool for people to complain about three houses. im good but thank u!

#fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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cloudysarts · 1 year

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All right I take the bait. Why do you believe Manel should have accompanied Pacifica at the party

AHHH THANK YOU IM SO EXCITED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF (in reference to this post)

ok. northwest mansion mystery is a great episode obviously. but HERES why i think the episode would've been even better if mabel was in dippers spot!!!!!! its kinda a lot so i put it under a read more

so this episode is sort of the middle-ish of season 2 i think, right before the ford reveal!! its not a super long show anyway so theres not a ton of pacifica appearances, anyway. BUT in EVERY SINGLE OTHER PACIFICA EPISODE, her energy has been bouncing off of mabel!!! from their meeting in double dipper, to irrational treasure, to golf war; they have been established as the main dynamic here. golf war is especially important here, because this is the very first step in pacfica's redemption arc! mabel saves her in this episode, the pines give her a ride home, and it seems like pacifica is going to start being a little more understanding of mabel because she had misjudged her, hence why she was treating her so poorly. it looks like theyre gonna establish a friendship between them!

and then. they dont. they basically never interact again. because the next time we see pacifica, she goes straight to dipper in northwest manor mystery. the cold open implies that the northwests wanted dipper specifically because of his knowlege of how to deal with the supernatural but IN MY OPINION that DOESNT EVEN MAKE SENSE because we NEVER see dipper fighting these monsters on his own? hes ALWAYS with mabel. at the very least, i think it shouldve been BOTH of them??? we see a brief shot of a newspaper clipping where dipper is fighting a vampire bat or something and i just. when did this happen. where is mabel

that would be a fine argument for it being both of them instead of just mabel so heres one of my bigger points thats gonna come back a lot in this breakdown: dipper. does not like pacifica. he STRAIGHT UP HATES HER. every single interaction theyve had has been negative!!! its even massively negative at the beginning of this ep!!!! though mabel often dislikes pacifica, she TRIES REALLY HARD TO LIKE HER. mabel has a lot of love in her heart, and if she could, shed want to be her friend!!! its always been pacifica whos been rejecting those advances!!! golf war was the start of pacifica understanding that about mabel, and it nmm wouldve been the PERFECT time to wrap up that arc, rather than leaving it!!!

and i would argue that could STILL LEAD INTO A DIPCIFICA ARC, if thats what the showrunners/fans wanted? most of why dipper hates pacifica to begin with is because shes so terrible to mabel. he only agrees to go to the party in canon because MABEL wants to!!! imo, i think the lead in to them being a couple would be a million times better if that massive problem in their relationship was solved first

i dont PERSONALLY like dipcifica but im trying to stay unbiased about this if you cant tell

i would also argue that like. dipper just seems really out of character. the reason i picked some of the scenes i did for my redraws, was because they were scenes that i think his behavior would fit mabel a lot better. examples:

why do the northwests have a suit in dippers size anyway. he literally doesnt even like wearing it sjkfhkj in a potential re-write of this ep, i considered that mabel would come in wearing her super extravagent home made dress, and it would 'violate dress code', so she would be forced to wear one of pacificas we could still have that cute dress-up expo scene that we do AND have some fun commentary/symbolism about pacifica being nervous about having her in the dress because its NICE and TOO GOOD FOR HER and she looked FINE BEFORE ANYWAY

mabels empathy is a recurring theme in the show. shed WANT to give pacifica the benefit of the doubt, and would be VERY betrayed when finding out her and her family already knew about the ghosts and knew what he wanted. i understand that dipper was so upset because it seemed like pacifica was changing for the better just to find out that she wasnt, but i think this fits so much better with mabel, because shes always WANTED to believe that shes secretly a good person. she would be glad to see her turn a corner, and would be upset when finding out she was 'wrong', and that she really was mean deep down. whcih would obviously lead to her comforting her later/finding out the truth about her etc etc. on the other hand, dipper literally never believed she had good in her. from the first interaction we see of them, he thinks shes as terrible as her family. he ISNT as interested in giving her the benefit of the doubt and if it wasnt a life or death situation i dont think he wouldve forgiven her. IDK i just think its more in character for her

the dancing scene!!! honestly this works fine as is (i can see both dipper and mabel being excited to make a mess on a fancy carptet) but idk i just think it carries so much more weight if its these two girls. silly moments for mabel!!!! pacifica getting to really be a kid and not just a sparkly prop!!!!!!! pacifica finally indulging in her sillyness that she mocked in irrational treasure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ok moving on. one of the bigger things that bother me about it being dipper here instead of mabel is one teeny tiny (honestly really irrational) scene at the party. in it, dipper is confronted by fiddleford, who tells him he has big news about the author/the laptop and the towns in danger and its vitally important and dipper just. shrugs him off???!!?!?!?! i cannot even IMAGINE. in alex hirschs words "the first season is about dipper being in love with wendy, and the second is about him being in love with the author" meaning that. those are the TWO things that dipper is completely and totally obsessed with. hes clearly not over wendy (as we see in later episodes) and this is not long after sock opera/society of the blind eye so youd THINK hed be more depserate for answers than ever!??!?! this child was willing to sell out his great uncle and raise the dead and stay up for several nights in a row for answers, and the second he is offered some (from a man who WORKED WITH THE AUTHOR btw) hes like like 'whatevr'?!?!?! it is so out of character and it drives me fucking nuts every time. i know hes starting to like pacifica now but as we see in the comics (if you chose to think those are canon) HE DOESNT EVEN SEEM TO LIKE HER THAT MUCH!??!?! hes STILL convinced shes vain, and mean, and selfish!!!! he DOES start to have a little arc with her but jksdfjksf IDK i just cant in a million years see him passing up the chance for answers to the biggest mystery in gravity falls to hang out with a girl he tolerates

but yknow who i CAN see doing that? MABEL!!!!!!!! mabel would be concerned when mcgucket comes up to her, and starts talking like this!!!! i can totally see her suggesting that he relax for a little while and enjoy the party like dipper did, and then forgetting to come back to talk/not running into him later!!!! ESPECIALLY since i can see mabel WANTING to spend time with pacifica where dipper just. really doesnt seem to want to MOST of the time

ok ill admit that this last one is sort of a personal opinion. but i just. i really dont like the B plot of this episode with mabel and the girls. IDK its just so annoying and pointless to me to have a plot where its just a bunch of girls turning against each other over a guy. im not gonna say its mysoginistic bc i know little girls can be boy crazy but i just. dont see why there was a need to make them fight/turn against grenda briefly??? even when they rekindled and it was all ok in the end its just. in comparison to the A plot its so. Nothing.

in my head i have a rewrite of this episode and how it goes is that pacifica approaches dipper and asks for help and he turns it down (like he does in canon). mabel suggests that they do it anyway, but he refuses, as he wants nothing to do with her. when dippers gone, mabel agrees to help (and pacifica begrudgingly accepts bc it seems like the only option) and so she steals the journal when dippers not looking. she goes to the party, and events go pretty much the same?? only major difference i can think of is that the B plot is replaced by one where dipper realizes mabel and the journal are missing, so he sneaks into the manor/sneaks around the house trying to find he rand get it back (and its so massive he has no luck). the reason i think THAT works is because we can even still have the scene where dipper turns to wood like shifty prophesied!!!! and i would even argue it makes more sense this way because wasnt shiftys warning that "if you keep digging so deep into the secrets of gravity falls, this will be the last form youll ever take" ?

OK IM SORRY THIS WAS SO LONG im probably forgetting points too so i might edit it later but THANKS FOR ASKING

tldr: pacifica and mabels friendship plotline was left on a total cliffhanger after golf war and if mabel replaced dipper in nmm it would've been a good resolution to it

edit: check the reblogs if youre still interested! i added another list of reasons i think this (mostly in response to people disagreeing)

#Gravity Falls #gravity falls analysis #gravity falls essay #mabel pines #pacifica northwest #northwest mansion mystery #northwest manor mystery #gravity falls nmm #nmm #mabcifica #mabifica #i wanna add that. it is fine if you like dipifica SJHKDFJHKDLS I KNOW ITS CANON i personally Do Not Get It but to each their own #but also while saying that i want to add that . im not trying to argue that mabcifica should be canon #in fact i do not think it should be #when i say i think mabel should be in this episode i am specefically saying that it doesnt NEED romantic undertones to be good #they can jut be buddies #cloudysrants #northwest mansion mabel au

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