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Mumbo and Grian are never beating the "since s8 we share a soul now and have adopted certain characteristics from each other due to that like building and redstone" allegations with these new episodes, aren't they
#like its not even funny anymore with how this has lined up#haha funny bit from s8 where Mumbo steals Grian's soul#fast foreward to s10 where Mumbo has been building nonstop#and Grian has been doing redstone fully on his own a lot more frequently#and enjoying it#i love when they do accidental lore#mumbo jumbo#grian#hermitcraft#hermitblr#cactuu talks
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Neat Freak
Steveâs parents donât make him keep the house spotless. He really is just that clean and when Nancy tries to tell people there like âlol, sureâ but she knows.
Heâs a neat freak.
When she would stay over she would change into her pjs and make a small bundle of her day clothes on his desk chair, and steve would just. Fold them. Before getting in bed with her.
Doesnât take long after for the others to realize it.
Robin thought it was just a guy thing, caring that much about their car. Scolding her for kicking her socked feet up on the dash, and leaving crumbs of toast when she had breakfast to go.
But then she visits his house the first time and Robin has never been good at using a coaster, too scatter brained to pay attention where she sets her drink down each time.
Steve, though? Without missing a beat he will move her glass to the coaster. Every time. Doesnât even break his strike or pauses his conversation itâs just muscle memory by now.
The kids have had their will broken and no longer put up a fight.
Without being told to anymore, they toe off their shoes and hang their coat by the doorway. They donât even do that in their own home. How Steve was able to get those wild animals house broken? No body knows.
His mom didnât actually choose his room decor. It looks a bit barren but Steve likes it that way. It looks clean, easier to do so, too. Everything has its place tucked away from sight so itâs not an eye sore.
Even his plaid wallpaper and curtains he chose for himself. He spent all day finding the curtains that matched the closest and he was really proud of himself when found some.
âSteve, buddy, this looks mental.â
âBut look,â (closest the curtains to show that even the pattern lines up seemlessly) âyou almost canât even see the difference between the wall and fabric. Itâs like magic! Itâs cool!â >:(
Heâs very meticulous about his appearance. Dustin is absolutely flabbergasted when he sees his full hair routine for himself. Everything must be done a certain way in a certain order every time. Itâs routine.
âThree puffs of the Farah Fawcett! THREE!â
âI DID THREE.â
âYEAH, BUT YOU DID THEM WRONG.â
When they discontinue it, Steve has a mini breakdown. He doesnât like that his very specific and set routine has been broken. Heâs convinced heâll never find a hair spray to replace it. Everybody stocks up on cans of it to try and lower his anxiety.
He just loves cleaning, okay?
Ironing his kakis and polos until there are no wrinkles is so satisfying. Glass without finger smudges is so nice. His closet being organized by color is so efficient. When heâs worried, anxious, or angry he likes to keep his hands busy and it just calms him down going ham on a water stain in the bathroom.
When he hangs out at Eddieâs, he mindlessly starts picking things up here and there. Itâs like heaven for him. He sees a mess and just wants to go to town. Eddie doesnât mind as long as he knows where everything is in the end. Heâll admit that having his music organized alphabetically is pretty convenient.
Itâs also a little funny to watch Steve iron his ripped jeans and battle jacket with an iron he brought from home.
âYouâre a freak, Harrington.â Eddie has a shit eating grin. Steve flips him off.
âFuck off.â
#steddie#steddie headcanon#steddie prompt#steve harrington prompt#steve harrington headcanon#neat freak steve harrington#anyone else like cleaning?#I love organizing stuff by color#itâs calming#bee speaks#steve harrington#platonic stobin#stobin headcanon#pre stancy#stancy#pre steddie#babysitter steve harrington
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any headcanons about what dating logan/wolverine might be like? đ
I can try đźâđš just like with sabretooth, I worry I canât properly capture him⊠but we can always dabble around with ideas!
Wolverine x Reader
Warnings: definitely has nsfw | one line does refer to reader being AFAB |
đș Sigh⊠the real question is, how are you going to get in a relationship with this man đ
đș Never mind whether heâs still pining after Jean or not, the guy just refuses to commit đ doesnât matter if youâve fucked or not.
đș But letâs skip that whole dramatic montage and say you did manage to finally tie him down just a little đ€
đș Itâs not like Logan doesnât have fun or smile or know how to love! But when it comes to an actual bona fide relationship⊠itâs just harder to comfortably do those things. Heâs lived a long time, been through nearly every type of trauma, hates himself for what he is half the time, and, while it hides well behind all that attitude, heâs afraid of a lot of thingsâ from himself to the world.
đș So it makes it hard for him to love like that. Feelings are kinda hard for him to talk about đ at least, at first. Later on it gets easier, and while his tone may still be soft and gruff and he might sound reserved, but he wonât shy away from any sweet pillow talk anymore đ„ș though⊠any specific topics pertaining to a future⊠heâs probably a little more eager to switch to something else đŁ
đș Heâll definitely be all growly if you start playing with his hair đ€ believe it or not, heâs a little particular about his grooming, and still a little funny about being unexpectedly touched at timesâ even by his partner.
đș But perhaps the real show of love here is the fact that he still wonât stop you đ„Č
đș Usually the free time he has is spent fucking shit up in the danger room or drinking at his favorite spot, but he will actually take you on dates that donât involve either! (But letâs be honest, itâs kinda hot to watch him tear shit up sometimes đ)
đș Itâs canon that Logan enjoys some broadway musicals! And while itâs not its favorite thing to have to do, he can dress up quite nice đ
đș Actually a horndog đźâđš For a guy thatâs always going on about controlling his raging animal or whatever, he sure doesnât have much control when his sexual partner even looks at him the wrong way đ Maybe itâs all the energy he can never quite get out, or maybe itâs because he goes without for a while at a time, but definitely donât be surprised when, upon finally getting to share his bed, you donât get very much sleep đ
đș Unfortunately(?) the dude can smell horniness, which will get him going no matter what his current situation is đ€
đș I know this man eats pussy like nobodyâs business đ„Ž literally pouncing on you đ„Ž maybe a rather hard bite to your thigh before just literally diving in, but otherwise probably wonât do much foreplay, especially nothing all loving and sweet.
đș Surprisingly a cuddler? But not, like, when you do it :/ a selective cuddler, weâll call him. Heâll roll over and trap you in a bear hug đ„° but no matter if you are taller or shorter than him, heâs gonna be face planted in your shoulder blades
đș one of those people that will not be little spoon đđđđđ you might get away with it if you catch him already in bed and you just crawl on top of him and wrap around him đ€
đș but heâs definitely a sucker for having you lie on his chest đ„șđ„șđ„șđ„ș heâll probably sigh as if youâre bothering him, but itâs kinda like that thing dogs do when they get comfy and sigh loudly đ„°
đș itâs counterintuitive, but tbh the more you shower him with love the more he low key hates himself⊠but he still definitely enjoys it! He actually does love to be loved! A little shy about it, though.
đș donât be afraid to kiss his hand right where his claws come out đ
đș not necessarily jealous as much as he is protectiveâŠ
đș well, he does get a little possessiveâŠ
đș sometimes might be petty af if you try to come into bed smelling like someone whoâs pissed him off that day (many people piss him off every day)
đș like itâs not your fault you were in the same general area as Cyclops for longer than ten minutes and Wolfie over here can smell that đ
đș When heâs done throwing his pity party, though, you get way-too-tight cuddles though so itâs a win? How else are you supposed to smell like him again?
#anon#anonymous#answered#larstalks#wolverine#james howlett#wolverine x reader#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#james howlett x reader#wolverine headcanons#logan howlett headcanons
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What would the Wayne Family and the Bat Family post tiktok
Bruce: videos of him buying new outfits with the material girl sound over it because, according to one post, 'his kids said it was funny and he liked seeing them smile'. on his official account though (the wayne enterprises one) his 'social media manager' posts clips from interviews and soundbites.
Batman: does not have a tiktok.
Dick: posts videos of him either doing gymnastics or of him hanging out with his siblings. Most of the time he is throwing up a peace sign and then Tim and Damian are wrestling in the background and he captions it something along the lines of 'brothers drawing blood in Blud!'
Nightwing: posts videos of short self defense tips/poses, regularly collabs with Red Hood. (not that Jason knows this, Dick just sets up a camera and then goes and bothers his brother until he tries to punch him so he can teach people to block)
Barbara: Posts videos talking about accessibility (both whats available and what should be put in place). if one of the wayne's annoy her, she also will post a compilation of them doing something silly like tripping over thin air or being caught using a hairbrush as a microphone)
Oracle: posts clips of people doing non violent crimes (faces blurred out ofc) with the caption "the eye in the sky sees you, dumbass." because why would you try ack a car on a street with three non-hidden cameras
Jason: doesn't post. anymore. does have an account from when he was a teenager where it's just him doing sped up acting videos to sounds. he has tried to log in to take it down but Bruce changed the password. Brucie regularly comments on different videos like "my baby was such a star... rip sweetie đïžđïžđïž" and its Jason lip-syncing to fucking Justin Bieber or something
Red Hood: posts videos shitting on Batman. the comments were full of people saying "daddy issues" or "i wanna be a dealer just so you can shoot me babygirl" so he turned them off. sometimes someone (tim) turns them back on and Jason gets bombarded with "BRO IS SERVING CUNT"
Cassandra: posts videos of her doing ballet, or of her showing off her strength. Not on purpose though, she thinks its fun to post videos of her teasing her brothers and the comments are like "WHY DID SHE JUST PICK UP DICK GRAYSON WITHOUT EVEN BREAKING A SWEAT WHAT"
Orphan: has a shared account with Batgirl, but she doesn't post on it, just sort of stands in the background as Steph makes funny videos.
Stephanie: enjoys posting videos pretending to be dating both Tim and Cass because she thinks its funny when the internet call her a gold digger and cheater. Bernard (after going public with Tim) occasionally fuels the fire by commenting "lmao get ur bag girl" under a video of her dragging Tim to a resturant
Batgirl: posts videos of her making fun of rogues, and on her shared account with Cass, just joins in on trends but obviously mixing it to fit her (aka: "when Batman lectures you for breaking a criminals leg but your literally just a teenage girl")
Timothy: like Bruce, he has two accounts. One is professional, with him promoting Wayne Enterprises products or whatever. Second one is full of him doing wild shit like skateboarding down the manor stairs or him trying to confuse Bruce with cringey slang. his most popular video though, is of him using the Nepo Baby sound by Fox SZN
Red Robin: posts slideshows of pictures of Gotham. All very aesthetic ones, of good architecture and people laughing together and shit. His bio is "showing you guy why I do what I do." His account is very artsy fartsy but he also was the first batfamily member to get verified
Duke: doesn't post, just likes videos.
Signal: posts videos of him trying to scare the other vigilantes, cuz, yknow, he can go invisible. tell me you wouldn't do that either if you could be invisible. exactly, you can't. He also makes videos about how hard it is to be a teen vigilante.
Damian: videos of his pets doing tricks. also regularly stitches Tim's videos and just deadass insults him. Tim always comments on his stitches with just a singular emoji because he found out it pisses Damian off more when he doesn't have a big reaction
Robin: posts about resources for gothamites. also has a shared account with Superboy (Jon) where they try and sneak up on both Superman and Batman. They have yet to succeed on either one.
#dc comics#dc universe#batman comics#batfamily#batfam#bruce wayne#batman#dick grayson#nightwing#barbara gordon#oracle#cassandra cain#orphan#jason todd#red hood#stephanie brown#batgirl#tim drake#red robin#duke thomas#signal#damian wayne#robin#tiktok
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"Cybertronians reacting to getting kissed", in which kissing is not something cybertronians do as an act of affection, so they're completely new to the human concept of kissing to express romantic love. Talk me one Knock Out who is so versed in wooing but doesn't know two shits about human kissing, and finding himself kissed for the first time. Or Starscream who's gonna freak out. Or Megatron who doesn't even know why you're smashing your intake against his
This is such a good question, anon, I've been rotating it in my head for a while now
Knock Out is well-versed in the drag and frag technique. Heâs probably one of the youngest members on the Nemesis, still old as balls by our standards, but some rebellious younginâ by theirs. Heâs all about sliding in with a smooth pickup line and buttering you up until he reaches the âletâs get down to businessâ level, where he starts flashing his biolights in a âcome hither and frag meâ display. When it comes to human kissing, heâs⊠improvising to say the least. Heâs seen humans make out in a wide variety of drive-through horror movies (many with questionable acting), and while he doesnât âgetâ why we do it, he does his best to lean into the act and find what makes it so pleasurable by our standards. When you do kiss him for the first time, heâs already been hyping himself up for months, and whatever smoothness he tries to apply immediately disintegrates because oh fuck, your lips are so small and he has so much to give. Heâs absolutely suffering despite the confident front heâs putting up. After fumbling the bag, heâll ask you how he did. âMid,â youâre tempted to say. But the hopefulness behind those smug optics stops you in your tracks. Starscream must have had a very confusing interface life even by Cybertronian standards. But thereâs no way he didnât get frisky back when he was Air Commander of Vos, even if the workload was immense. Although thatâs probably the most action he got in his entire life, and even then the closest equivalent to âkissingâ by their standards is merging EM fields and hoping for the best, a careful manipulation of wavelengths to fall into perfect sync. We humans do not possess a hyper-developed EM field, which is enraging for Starscream because what do you mean you smash intakes??? Mass-displaced or not, the only fluids he accepts in his intake are energon and transfluid, thank you very much. Kissing is a bad idea, and youâve learned it the hard way, so good job! Now you have to deal with his drama queen ass acting like you just spit in his mouth. Worst thing is, he is interested in trying it again, but with his stipulations (aka watching him fail to figure out how to kiss you). He doesnât even fail in a funny way, heâs so bad itâs concerning, youâre half tempted to contact Knock Out and blackmail him into sending you Starscreamâs medical file.
Megatron was⊠surprisingly abstinent back on Cybertron. Yes, heâs been around for a long time. Yes, he used to be a gladiator at some point. And yes, it had its perks, but he was always more of a âsensitive sparkâ than a typical casanova. He had more important things to focus on at the time (mainly surviving the pits of Kaon and, before that, not offlining in a freak mining accident). Honestly, who knows what he did as a politician, whatever freakiness he had going on while trying to depose the government is none of our business and I am totally not typing this with a fusion cannon to my head.
Heâs been through so much; fought countless beasts and fellow gladiators, avoided assassination attempts and blood-thirsty mutinies while leading a millennia-long war. Nothing can surprise him anymore. Yes, youâre a weird little freak for smashing intakes with him, but you need not fear for your safety. Heâs⊠intrigued by your display of affection. You can mumble excuses all you want, but youâve smashed intakes with him and it canât be undone. Watch out for those sharp teeth and prepare a tetanus shot just in case. You have to deal with the consequences of your actions whether you like it or not, especially when heâs got a claw under your shirt and another down your pants. Your lips are bleeding and you pray itâs an accident, if he gets a taste for human blood youâre done for.
#transformers x human#transformers x reader#transformers prime#knockout tfp#megatron x reader#knockout x reader#tfp megatron#tfp starscream#starscream x reader
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list of things ive observed after watching tfone 2.5 times (the 0.5 was because i was speeding through looking for image proofs etc)
starting with something funny: B's cogless form has an energon compartment.
assuming that this is standard for all cogless models, it makes it especially hilarious to think that OP during the intro chase sequence either didn't think of storing his energon, or that he's just hungy enough and he's snacking as he runs
2. cameo guesswork (excluding jazz, since he was the only one that got formally mentioned and any screentime outside of main cast). has varying confidence/accuracy levels. here we go.
moonracer, prowl, perceptor (or sideswipe), ironhide, wheeljack, hound (if it is hound, at a later scene a mech of a similar frametype had a line in a fem-sounding voice), sunstreaker, arcee, red alert, and chromia (caught only because the announcer said so lmao. im more used to her darker blue paintjob like in idw and cyberverse). i think i also saw a helm that looked like drift (not deadlock, drift) but i can't really confirm.
3. bots that appeared on the iacon 5000 leaderboards but to my knowledge no screentime otherwise (can also be seen as a list of bots that are cogged and will later join the autobots, assuming the timeline will follow traditional bot/con division):
silverbolt, deadend, slingshot, cliffjumper, motormouth; powerglide, jetstorm, blurr (of course. this is his natural habitat after all); swindle and tailgate.
admittedly i found the inclusion of swindle so so funny because like?? dude i thought you'd be running the betting rings rn lol.
4. sentinel's characterization (outside of g1, i watched reruns as a kid but i don't remember them anymore) has always been either someone grossly incompetent or a menacing/suppressive force on cybertron. i thought it was interesting that they made him devious and actually kind of cunning this time around.
anyway. i also thought his paintjob was based off of tfa, but no his g1 counterpart laid the groundwork there.
they did away with the cheeto orange (goodbye cheeto orange) but the gold is striking. really gives him that image of glamor and opulence.
telesync kinda fucked up the colors but: elita's optics have a greenish hue to them, more aquamarine/cyan than the regular autobot blues that B and OP have. D's is, of course, yellow.
verging into speculation territory, i wonder if there's a reason why they gave D distinctly hexagonal optics? the yellow is pretty obvious, its easier to transition from yellow to red than blue to red. but the hexagons are very eye catching (pun intended), given how they spin around. it's not exactly something people would miss. tune in later for my Outlier/Point-One Percenter D theory
6. sentinel's guards (excluding airachnid) are kinda weird.
theyre very homogenous in shape, no individual characteristics, not even a little kibble to separate them from one another. and when they speak its very stiff, almost droning. its most certainly not an animating/funding/studio issue, given that almost all other cybertronians (even in the background) have been personalized one way or another.
so: possibly cold-constructed mechs, mass produced and onlined for the singular task of serving sentinel. think of the eradicons/vehicons from tfp, the shapes are certainly similar enough.
7. in the cave scene after the sentinel/quintesson reveal, D stomps on something, breaking it.
that's his worker's tag. all the miners have them. pictured: D's, OP's, and jazz's. elita and B all have their own tags too.
what i found most interesting though, that directly after the sentinel surface encounter, D crushes his (as said before), B and elita remove theirs (it left a faint indent on B, which begs the question how old he actually is and how long has he been working, exactly?), but OP keeps his tag on.
(continuing in a rb, ive hit image limit lmao)
#transformers#transformers one#tf1#tf one#transformers one spoilers#tf one spoilers#optimus prime#orion pax#megatron#d 16#elita one#elita 1#bumblebee#b 127#sorry ultrakillers im back on my tf bullshit again...#anyway why does tfone have so many variant tags?? how are we tagging this???#makes me long for the days of tag maccaddams and boom we're done#im so normal. everyone trust me.
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Chapter 3
Summary: Youâre unable to grasp the luck you have. You were raised to run from danger, to go the opposite direction of bad influences. So when you somehow find yourself right in the center of it, you discover that running wasnât exactly what you were taught. It only took GhostFace and a pretty girl to remember that.
previous part <- -> next part
You manage to sneak off when the group disperses, jogging to your dorm to grab your shower essentials. The shower is long and refreshing, and super soapy because you believe you couldn't get rid of the horrible smell.
Once showered, you get dressed in some of your most comfortable clothes and lay back on your bed. You hope to catch a few hours of sleep before anyone realizes you're gone.
You shut your eyes, and it only feels like a second before you open them again. The sun is still up, and you roll over to check the time, groaning at the one hour of sleep. You decide it isn't enough, because it's not, and you roll back over, attempting another round of sleep.
Again, you aren't sure how long it's been when you open your eyes, and the sun is still up, though you can see its need to end the day as it sets slowly. You wake up this time because of a noise somewhere in the room. You rub the sleep from your eyes, sitting up slowly, scanning the room.
If it's GhostFace, could he at least give you the courtesy of killing you in your sleep? The urge to lie back down is heavy, but you fight it, figuring the group should see your presence at least once more today.
You take your phone off its charger and open your drawer full of junk. Your sister gave you pepper spray before your first day at Blackmoreânearly seven months ago. It's expired. But you're not sure if it's illegal to use expired pepper spray, so you pocket it anyway. You also grab the utility knife you took from your brother's pack-out gear when you helped him with a job one day. He had like ten, so you were sure he wouldn't miss one.
The knife is still sharp and has a little shine to it. You clip it to your waistband, then shut the drawer. With a sigh, you mentally prepare yourself for the day and head out of your dorm.
The halls are eerily empty, but you figure it must be exam day for most of the students. You don't bother questioning it anymore, walking down the hall as you catch up on the notifications on your phone.
Three messages from your mom, informing you of her day and one asking about yours. The last message is to call her when you get free time. You have another message from your sister, who gives you instructions on how to give your nephews (her dogs) their medication. Then you check the messages Danny has left you, which are way more than he usually sends.
Where are you?
Sam said you left
Answer your phone
If you don't call in the next hour and you're not dead, I'll kill you myself
Your cousin says the nicest things. You roll your eyes and click the phone button to call him. The phone doesn't even ring, and you hear Danny's voice instantly.
"Where are you?" He shouts over the phone and you have to pull the phone away from your ear from how loud he is.
"Good morning to you, too, dear cousin," you respond with an eye roll, exiting the dormitory. You shield your eyes from the sun, preparing yourself for a long walk to your car.
"Morning? It's nearly six o'clock," Danny informs you, and you glance at the clock on your phone. You hum, surprised; he's right. "Where the hell have you been? I called you five times."
You run across the street, avoiding cars coming down the road. You ignore a honk from one of them, raising a peace sign at the driver before walking off.
"Dude, I didn't sleep last night," you say, reminding the man with a huff. "I don't sleep, I get cranky. And me cranky is basically GhostFace without a mask," you shake your head.
The line is silent for a long minute, you check to make sure he's still on the line.
"That's not funny," Danny says eventually.
You shrug. "I wasn't trying to be," you mutter, glancing at the strangers waiting for the light to change beside you.
The whole being suspicious of everyone is becoming second nature really quickly. You just hope it doesn't turn into paranoia.
"Look, I'm heading over to pick up my car and then going to your place," you inform him, finally able to cross the street. You pass by a bodega and are really tempted to go in and get yourself a sandwich. With self control, you don't and continue your walk. "Relax. Tell your girlfriend to calm herâ"
"Don't finish that sentence," Danny interrupts, voice firm.
You raise your hands in surrender, passing an alley after peeking in it for anything lurking. It's broad daylight but you never know, right?
Danny orders you to stay on the phone with him until you're at your car. You ramble about random things, and you can tell he's not listening with the constant "mmm-hmms" he gives you. You don't mind, finding it endearing of his worry for you.
You gasp at the sight of your car, finally earning his full attention.
"What?" Danny shouts, worried.
You practically skip over to your car, unlocking it as you do. "My baby," you sniffle, close to tears. "She's okay," you whisper, relieved.
The line goes silent again.
"You're an idiot."
You shrug, hopping into the driver's seat. You check in the back for any GhostFaces. When it's empty, you turn back and turn your car on.
"Alright," you rub your hands together, excited. "I'm heading to your place. Do I need to pick up snacks or something?"
"No. It's not some party," Danny sighs, and you can imagine him pinching the bridge of his nose. "Just go to Sam's, stay there. Don't leave. Understand?"
You nod, then pause. "Wait, I have a class at seven-thirty," you tell him and hear him sigh again. "Does that mean I won't be able to go?"
"Go to my apartment," he says, "Now." He demands, annoyed.
You raise your hands in surrender. "Okay, okay. Geez," you mutter. "Excuse me for worrying about my college education."
Danny tells you his shift ends in a couple of hours, to not embarrass yourself while with the Carpenters and their friends. You reassure him you will be nothing but a perfect guest. He doesn't comment on it and says his goodbye.
When you're at the red light, you catch a glimpse of someone in the corner of your eye. You recognize the boy as he heads down an alley, glancing at his surroundings. But this isn't the way you were; the way you were checking no one was following you. No. He was glancing around to make sure no one was watching him.
You forget for a moment you're driving, until you hear a honk behind you. You glare at the driver through your rearview mirror then look back, searching for Ethan. He's disappeared and you can't figure out how he vanished that quickly.
You shake it off, not wanting to jump to conclusions. Mindy offered a great possibility for the boy and you didn't believe it because...well, he is the shy and dorky roommate of Chad's. Which makes it the perfect cover.
Damn, Mindy's theories are contagious.
You find a great parking spot just a block over from your cousin's apartment building. You triple check to make sure your car is locked then head over to the building. The sun was beginning to set behind you and you begin to believe this day may end without any incidents.
After situating yourself at Danny's place, you go across the hall and knock on the Carpenter's door.
You see an eye through the peephole. You raise a brow. "If I were GhostFace, why would I knock?" You question, confused.
The door takes a while to open, you assume because of all the locks you hear needing to be unlocked.
Mindy appears behind the door a minute later. "Wow, you really have never seen a horror movie," she says, allowing you entry to the apartment. "A fake knock is horror movie 101."
You shake your head then shrug. "I don't see the appeal," you explain, greeting everyone briefly with a head nod. Tara offers you a smile and you can't control the smile that you return. "If I wanted to get scared, I'll just go to my sister's early in the morning. You wanna see horror? You should see her without makeup," you shiver at the thought.
Sam exits the kitchen, and you think; you think, you see her sigh in relief.
"Good, you're here," Sam says, and points a thumb over her shoulder. "We have pizza."
You nod, then pause when you hear noise occurring behind a closed door. You stare at the door then back at the group of friends. They don't seem at all fazed.
"So my knocking was concerning, but that isn't?" You question as you point at the closed door.
"Oh, that's Quinn," Chad explains, waving his hand dismissively. He enters the kitchen, leaving you with still no understanding.
Tara laughs at your expression, waving you over to join them. You notice Anika comfortable position on the couch, but don't question it. You follow Tara into the kitchen, taking a seat at the end of the table.
"She's...sex positive," Tara explains further. "She has a guy over almost every night."
You lean back to look at the closed door. The sounds practically echo throughout the apartment. You struggle to drown it out, but you try your best to as you return your attention to the table.
You do a double take, noticing a missing person. "Where's Ethan?"
"He's got a class," Chad answers, probably knowing his roommate's schedule.
You have to bite your tongue, wanting to tell them you do too but you decided not to go. Well, Danny basically told you not to go but you didn't plan on going anyway. You hated your Visual Literacy class with a passion.
"Eat," Tara slides the pizza box towards you.
You thank her, grabbing a slice. As you chew, you hear Chad scoot his chair closer to you.
"So, Y/N, right?" You nod, mouth still full. He smile then glances at Tara briefly. You aren't sure what that was about but don't question. "Tell us about yourself. For starters, why English?"
You swallow the food in your mouth. "Umm," you see the others staring at you, awaiting your response. "Well, I just need a degree. It's looking like you can't get a decent, well-paying job without a bachelor's so..." you shrug.
Chad hums. "Valid point," he comments. "Any hobbies? Do you play any sports? Do you even like sports? Ooh, do you like videos games?" He asks excitedly.
After swallowing again, you nod. "Yes, yes, yes and yes," you answer, unsure if he expected more than just the one word. And when he blinks, waiting for you to continue, you assume he does. "My current hobby is just fixing up my dad's old Toyota Chaser, still debating whether to sell it when I'm done or not."
"You're fixing a car?" Mindy leans over to ask, eyes squinting in confusion.
You chuckle and nod. "Yeah. My dad was a mechanic, so he taught me how to fix the basics," you shrug, taking another bite of your pizza. "Then I got tired of the basics, so we ended up learning how to add mods to cars. I just sold my old Subaru WRXâthe most mods I've ever done on a car. She came outâ" you let out a wolf whistle.
"Then why did you sell it?" Tara asks, the question clearly on everyone's mind.
You suddenly lose your appetite and set the rest of your pizza down on a napkin. Clearing your throat, you shrug. "Needed the cash. Where's your bathroom?" you ask, standing up to avoid more questions.
Sam furrows her brows. "Second door on your right," she answers gently.
You give two thumbs up and head in that direction. Once you're out of earshot, Chad looks at the group.
"Nice job, Tara," he says, shaking his head with a scoff. "You scared your crush."
Tara narrows her eyes at him. "It's not a crush."
"She'd have to actually interact with them for it to be anything," Mindy huffs, only to get a kick under the table. She winces and rubs her leg with a frown. "I'm just saying, you practically begged Anika to invite them to the party and you didn't even give them the time of day."
"At least we know you two have the same type," Chad quips, pointing between Mindy and Tara as he grabs another slice. Mindy giggles at his remark, the sisters' reactions more amusing than expected.
Tara hides her face in her hands, feeling heat rise to her cheeks.
Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you're struggling to recompose yourself. Lately, you haven't had time to process what happened almost a month ago. The past couple of hours have been a rush of emotions, full of firsts and new friendships. You splash cold water on your face, staring at your reflection in the mirror. Tara's question about your car stirred up feelings you've tried to suppress, forcing you to confront something you've been avoiding. Your sister has been handling it betterâsort of, taking her anniversary vacation a month early, while your brother picked up a huge job building a mansion for some millionaire in California. All of you have escaped your hometownâexcept your mother, who stayed behind, clinging to some connection to your father.
You take a deep breath, trying to push the thoughts away before anyone notices how long you've been in the bathroom.
You feel your phone vibrate in your pocket and pull it out to see a message from Danny. He's letting you know he's leaving work and expects to arrive in about twenty minutes. He mentions wanting to grab something to eat before heading home. You reply, reassuring him that you're with the Carpenters and to be careful, before slipping the phone back into your pocket and exiting the bathroom.
Anika waves at you from the couch, but her smile falters when she sees your expression. "You alright?" she asks, patting the spot next to her.
You sit down beside her with a sigh, your eyes flicking toward the muted TV. The news is on, and it strikes you that this is the first time in years you've actually paid attention to a newscaster. "It's been a crazy couple of hours," you say with a shrug. "I also think this is the longest I've been outside the dorm in a while. Feels weird. Is New York always this packed?" you ask, adding a hint of playfulness to steer her away from worrying.
Anika shoots you a knowing look but doesn't push. You can tell she plans to ask laterâand you know you'll have to face it then.
Your attention is suddenly drawn to Quinn's room. Her screams grow louder, more intense than before. You share a glance with Anika, and without exchanging words, you both know what the other is thinking. But neither of you says anything, turning your attention back to the TV, both silently choosing to stay quiet for now.
The TV is muted, but you find yourself reading the captions to keep your mind busy. Then, your phone vibrates again. This time, Danny's calling. You excuse yourself and stand to answer.
Before you can say anything, he shouts, "Get out, quick!" You pull the phone away from your ear, startled by his volume. "He's in the apartment! Tell Samâ"
A sudden, heavy thump against the apartment door makes you freeze. Instinctively, you turn toward the sound as the others rush out to join you. Another thud shakes the door, rattling the locks and hinges with each blow.
The door rattles violently, each strike louder than the last. You freeze for a second, unsure of where to move first, before Sam takes charge. You want to hide, run but you're frozen where you stand.
"Everyone get back!" she commands, pulling you behind her. Her eyes dart to the nearest weaponsâa lamp, a chairâanything within reach. Tara's fingers curl around your arm, tugging you back toward the windows.
The door splinters as the locks give way, and a large figure forces his way into the apartment. Your heart pounds in your chest as Sam rushes forward, grabbing the nearest heavy objectâa bat leaning against the wallâand swings without hesitation. Your hand itches to reach for the knife on your waist but you think its just a pin compared to the knife GhostFace has.
You're suddenly aware of the grip on your arm, and its Tara's, who's staring at her sister in worry. It was obvious to you that Sam took the big sister role seriously, but to see how serious she takes it makes you summon that bravado from hours ago. You thought it was all used up but apparently its still there.
You grab your knife and flick it open, rushing forward to help Sam. The adrenaline surges through your veins, pushing you forward. Sam swings the bat again, but the intruder anticipates it this time, blocking it with his forearm before shoving her back.
Sam shoves you hard, her voice full of urgency. "Run!"
Your instinct is to stay and fight, but Tara's grip on your arm tightens as she yanks you backward. Before you can argue or even think, Chad's hand locks around Tara's wrist, dragging both of you toward the hallway.
The echo of Anika's scream cuts through the chaos, freezing your blood. You whip around, heart pounding in your chest. They aren't behind you.
Without thinking, you come to a dead stop, yanking your arm free from Tara's grip.
"Y/N, wait!" Tara's voice is frantic, but you're already sprinting back up the stairs, adrenaline pumping through your veins, faster than you thought possible. Your legs burn, but you don't stop.
You hear Tara calling your name, but it's drowned out by the roar in your ears. Reaching the apartment again, you jump over the broken door, breathing hard, and your eyes dart around. The first room you burst into freezes you in your tracks.
Quinn is there. She lies motionless, her body lifeless, and the sight makes your stomach churn. Your mind screams at you to stop, but it only pushes you forward. You force your gaze away, barreling through the hallway.
You spot GhostFace pushing against a bedroom door. Sam and the others have to be on the other side.
Instinct kicks in.
Your eyes land on a chair near the wall, and without hesitation, you grab it. Charging forward, you swing with everything you have. The impact sends GhostFace stumbling back, crashing to the ground. His knife skitters across the floor, spinning out of reach.
GhostFace stumbles, trying to regain his footing, and you seize the chance. You dive for his knife, fingers just brushing the handle when he yanks at your ankle, pulling you down hard. You crash to the floor in front of him, and as he swings his fist, you barely manage to block it with your arm.
"Shy and dorky, my ass," you mutter through gritted teeth, seeing the surprise in his eyes through the mask.
He freezes for a moment, just enough for you to shove him off and scramble to your feet. Your body aches from the fall, but adrenaline pushes you on. Your eyes dart toward the window, and you see Danny rushing Sam and an injured Mindy into his apartment. His gaze locks with yours, filled with a pleaârun.
But you can't. Not now. Not when everything you've suspected has just been confirmed.
GhostFace, however, isn't done. While you were distracted, he regains his knife, standing with that signature menacing tilt of his head, glaring down at you.
You throw your hands up in frustration. "What? I don't know what follows!" you shout, exasperated.
He doesn't respondânot verbally, at least. Instead, he lunges, slashing at you with his knife. You dodge one strike, but the second is too quick. The blade slices through your abdomen, sending a wave of pain shooting through you.
You let out a sharp breath, staggering back and clutching your wound, teeth clenched as blood seeps between your fingers. The pain is intense, but you force yourself to stay upright, glaring back at him with defiance despite the throbbing ache.
You hate to admit it, but you're glad your brother got you into anime.
"Come on, Ethan," you taunt, shifting your weight cautiously to the left as he mirrors your movements to the right. "End this now. Take the mask off."
Either he's stubborn or you're wrong, because instead of revealing himself, he lunges again, knife sparkling in the dim light. You try to evade the slashes, but your patience runs thin, and it makes you sloppy. As you attempt to block the knife from reaching your chest, it lodges into the palm of your hand instead. A scream rips from your throat, raw and uncontrollable, as pain radiates through your body.
He twists the blade, and you whimper, barely keeping your feet. The world around you blurs as adrenaline and pain mix, but then you hear itâa shout from down the hall.
"Police!"
You want to call out to the officer, to warn him, but your voice fails you. Instead, summoning every ounce of strength left in you, you push him away. He stumbles back, momentarily off balance, and when he regains his composure, you catch a glimpse of what you think is a glare beneath the mask.
In a surprising move, he dashes past you, and just as the realization hits, you feel your legs buckle. Darkness creeps in, and your vision fades as you collapse, everything going quiet.
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Morningstar's Road.
Yan Chrollo x F Reader x Yan Feitan.
Synopsis: Your routine is average, to say the least. But due to Chrolloâs orders, Feitan cannot snatch you up yet â so he simply mirrors your behaviors instead for self-satisfaction. His boss does so too.
Warnings: Yandere themes, stalking, kidnapping, a few suggestive actions, manipulation, some descriptions anxiety/depression for the reader, animal death, and violence/some gore.
Word Count: 4.4k.
*~*~*~*
Feitan is so close to you that he can just about hear your beating heart. He could only see the back of your head, hair loose and surely will be knotted by the morning sun, but he can smell you whenever he is this close.
You always smell so nice, but for some reason, you smell even better â of that floral-scented oil you put on your neck and wrists before you go to bed. Maybe you added extra because it is the weekend.
You are on your right side â the fetal position was always your favorite â and hugging a plush that resembles your childhood cat. This was typical behavior for you; you had cried for days when your older sister called to say he had passed from old age. You werenât weeping anymore, but you were when you saw the stuffed animal near the window of that dollar store you pass by daily on your way to work. You named it Silky, the same as the real thing, and tuck it in whenever you are in and out of bed. Feitan somewhat wished he could get the same treatment, to be in your arms as you sleep and to feel just a hint of your comforting warmth.
Feitan brought his own blanket.
It isnât pastel pink like your sheets or your pillowcases or your pajamas and it has holes from moths and years of being stretched as he grew and his fights came to have higher and higher stakes.
If he had recalled correctly the bloodstains from the first time he was stabbed were just under the giant white skull pattern, although since most of the blanket is black it wouldnât show even in the brightest of lights.
If he had recalled correctly the bloodstains from the first time it was stolen are still there too; on the bottom right corner.
âThis type of nen wonât last forever, Fei.â
Feitan turns his neck, his bandana doing little to hide the slight scowl on his face. âI know.â
âNow, now⊠I never said you did not.â Chrollo responds while giving a small smile, still having the Banditâs Secret in his right hand while your diary is held in his left. He turns to the next page while Feitan goes back to snuggling up beside you.
If Chrollo had a third arm, he could have the rest of your coffee you didnât finish and left in your fridge. There is a lipstick stain, the color of that tint you often sport when in your office space. A light taffy color, he muses.Â
Very fitting.
âI simply wanted you not to fall asleep too slow or too deep, we do have to leave by dawn after all.â
Feitan said no answer. Chrollo is used to that â a little too used to it, maybe, but Feitan has always stood out from fellow people from Meteor City even by the Phantom Troupeâs standards.
âSame oil?â He asks, and on cue, Feitan gives a loud sniffing sound.
âYes.â
âCute.â
Around your waist Feitanâs left arm lays, and his right hand holds the blanket tighter than a noose.
If Chrollo were to guess, if Feitan had a third arm he would put two of its fingers on your lips to feel how soft they were. Chrollo had done so before, but his friend hadnât. He almost chuckles at the irony. The member of the Troupe the most intimate when it comes to matters of anatomy and torture felt that his fingertips having pink on them was a line he could not cross. Itâs almost funny in a way. Itâs adorable.
âBoss.â
âHm?â
âFor just a while,â Feitan starts. His tone is shy, like a little boy about to ask his classmate crush for their hand in marriage. âCan you read it to me?â
ââItâ?â Chrollo teases slightly, yet he knows what Feitan is talking about.
âThe thing in your hand.â
ââThingâ?â
Feitan huffs a bit and follows it up with a sigh.
âThe⊠diary. Please.â
*~*~*~*
I think Iâm getting worse and wondering if I have ever been happy with myself.
There is this girl that sits at the desk across from mine, Lyra is her name, and I donât hate her by any means.
I just wish I was her, you know? She gets along with everyone in our office, Her hair is always nice. She has only been here since February and has already been promoted to the status it took me three years to get.Â
Donât get me wrong, she is incredibly nice and I always have a few laughs with her from time to time. Maybe itâs just my insecurities getting to me.
I wonder if sometimes she has similar thoughts when with other people, or even me if that were possible. I know she has a habit of procrastination and has a record of not handing in her work until a few days or weeks later â those are qualities I donât have, but maybe she doesnât feel anything negative about herself.
Iâm known as the quiet and sweet girl at my job.
Iâve always had a bone to pick with the title, in a way. All my life that is what I was labeled as. People come to me for advice, and it does make me feel good, but I wish I could be a jokester like Lyra too.
Thatâs all I have⊠at least for now, I guess. Iâm going to drink tea with honey and go to bed.
May 8th
*~*~*~*
The duo entered through the front door this time. You were gone tonight, as evidenced by the messy pile of umbrellas and house shoes that flooded the entrance, so they could break in without much sneaking around. They know where you headed to â and for now, Chrollo orders Feitan not to slit the manâs throat and gouge out his eyes. Your boyfriend, the only one of your past romantic interests not yet dead. Francis.
Heâs quite the simple fellow as Chrollo had noted. Feitan was only focusing on where his organs started and ended when they both saw you with him near midnight months before.
âNot yet.â
Chrollo turns his head and looks down at Feitan as they walk down the hall.Â
âI know youâre still thinking about it, but your actions may cause our plan to fail.â
No verbal response, though Chrollo notices how Feitanâs steps get slightly louder.
âFine.â
âAre you saying youâre fine? Or are you still agreeing to not go haywire on the man yet?â
âNew one.â
âHm?â
âNew word.â Feitanâs nails retract slightly from your walls as he rolls his eyes. âHay⊠wire.â
His hand stops at a photo of your dead cat framed on the wall â heâs a kitten in this one, with his first collar and teenager you hugging him â but your face is cropped out.
He moves the hand away from it for just a few steps. Chrollo finds it polite of him â as polite as Feitan can be with others, anyway.
At the same time, they consider bringing the photos you took off your walls and onto whatever penthouse walls Chrollo has rented out for the next few months or so. It would be cute seeing smiling pictures of you all over, especially since youâll be switching locations soon enough, and in turn, that expression will soon enough become rare.Â
But when Chrollo thinks about the idea further, a problem arises. Your photos arenât focused on you. Theyâre focused on your friends and family. You are always in the corner or hidden behind someone else. Itâs of your own volition. Chrollo is sure of it. Perhaps he can get Shalnark to work his magic on them and ignore the teasing. Feitan would do nothing more than threaten to bash in his teeth, as with friends he is nothing more than a âgrumpy wet catâ â those are Shalnark and Uvoginâs own words. Not Chrolloâs.
âNo.â
âHm?â
âIâll cut âem,â Feitan suggests while putting his sharp nails on your bedroomâs door frame.
âHow do you intend to do so when thereâs near nothing to cut out?â Chrollo asks. Feitan goes silent until he sits on your bed.
Itâs still unmade. You must have ignored that chore list of yours again and opted to work extra hours instead.
Chrollo sits down at the small part of your room that is clean; your desk. Itâs mainly used for just reading and video games, hence why the only two things not neatly in piles are a book and your computer. Shalnark told them both the password, but neither of them had decided to tread into that territory for multiple reasons. Firstly, neither of them knows a single thing about the internet and simulations. Secondly, Shalnark can just get whatever information they need without them looking inside it themselves anyway. Thirdly, they already know you enjoy wholesome things on there â the opposite of what youâre reading, if the books on your unfinished read pile mean anything to Chrollo â so there is no point in venturing for unneeded facts about you.
Youâll surely tell them yourself one day.Â
Eventually. In maybe weeks. Months. Years.Â
Eventually.
Itâll feel like forever and a day if you decide not to talk to either of them. Chrollo and Feitan have agreed without any argument that if you want something, you will ask them. Nicely, of course.Â
Broken fingers arenât necessarily something people flaunt.Â
You wouldnât brag about being forced onto a lap for hours out on a balcony either.Â
Youâll eventually tell them. You have to. For your sake.
Eventually. Nothing lasts forever, after all.
âFei. I promise you that this will be worth the wait.â
Feitan shakes his head, scoffing. âWill it? It would have been easier to just grab her and run.â
âI know,â Chrollo leans in a little, putting his elbows on his thighs. âI know. But youâll lament it. I would have too if I had agreed with you to go down that route.â
A stare is the response.
It isnât anger, Chrollo knows that much.
No.Â
In all the years Chrollo has known Feitan, Feitan has never gone back on his loyalty to him and the Troupe.
But. But.
Chrollo hasnât ever seen him have such a concurrence when there is still such division in his eyes.
âAre you sad?â He asks.
âNo,â Feitan replies, looking at your cat plush instead of his leader of the full moon outside.
âAre you sure?â
âYeah.â
*~*~*~*
Francis lives outside the city in a farmhouse. Itâs up a tall hill with no pathway aside from little rectangular stones here and there â and if you ignore the animals and their housing, people would think that the place is deserted.
Feitan and Chrollo make their way to the white picket fence surrounding the chicken coop. They continue to bite down into the soil for worms or leftover grain. All female. Only three were brown; the others were smaller in frame and white.
âIâve heard his eggs go for high prices in markets,â Chrollo grins a little. âMaybe Iâll raise some chickens of my own in my later years.â
Feitan raises an eyebrow at him.
âI was joking, Fei.â He clarifies.
âAh.â
Feitan continues to walk with his hands still stuffed into his coat pockets.Â
Chrollo looks at the farmhouse up at the top of the hillside. The lights are still on, meaning you were most likely still up and about in there.
The rooster resting on top of the mailbox makes eye contact with him for a few moments.
âDonât scream,â Chrollo murmurs, his words sweet as sugar.
âWhat?â Feitan asks, not even bothering to turn around.
âIâm talking to the rooster.â
â[First]âs rubbing off on you too much.â His friend rolls his eyes and makes sure not to step on a twig.
âDonât pretend you havenât noticed how these animals look at us.â
âTheyâre animals now. What came before⊠that doesnât matter anymore.â
âMaybe to you â but I find it intriguing.â
âTalk later,â Putting his hand on the fence gate that leads to Francisâ garden, Feitan turns his head for just a moment. âNear. Quiet. Look.â
For once, Chrollo is the one that does the nodding.
The gate gives off a little squeak as it is opened. It reminds them of Francisâ prized pet pig Annie â though she is only allowed to be inside.
There are all sorts of vegetables and some fruits back here. Cucumbers, chili peppers, watermelons, corn, tomatoes, peaches, pears. Theyâre all in pristine condition, and so are the flowers growing in pots near the far-off window sills.
Feitan considers giving you the daisies.Â
Chrollo considers giving you the marigolds.
They both look at the pigâs head hastily buried under the soil, her ears still popping out and facing the moon. Despite the interment being new, perhaps even being dug today, flies have already spread to the top part of the head and ears. Theyâre happy you didnât see her because that would be quite an awful gift from your boyfriend.
Francis is probably happy too, not that they care.
From what Shalnark was able to gather from someone who barely has any social life, Francis moved here from another country about four years ago. He acquired this farm and its land almost immediately afterward.Â
From a lottery, Shalnark had explained to them. Or an inheritance. Either way, manâs life is going pretty dang good. Too good, actually, because my senses are tingling too much.
Shalnark was right in that regard. Francis may adopt animals from time to time from farmersâ markets, but a majority of them suddenly appear a few days or weeks apart. There were three white chickens he had purchased. Then after a month or so, there were twelve. The three brown ones came all at once one day.
âWhereâs Annie?â They hear you ask as you open one of the windows to get some fresh air. âShe usually runs to the door to see meâŠâ
Using hatsu to conceal their presence, the pair arenât detected among the plants.
âShe ran away.â
Feitan almost snickers at your boyfriendâs answer, looking down at the flies and corpse rotting beneath his feet. He didnât mind the smell of rotting flesh â he has almost always enjoyed it since he was in his teenage years.
Chrolloâs feet donât dig into the soil â he has opted to instead stand on the few pieces of stone that are by the cucumber plants. He makes a note to go to the laundromat after this; even though it has already been the third time in a row this week alone.
If he can convince Feitan, theyâll steal some things from your place to wash up too â Francis has always been touchy, after all.
âThatâs weird,â You say worriedly, not looking into the garden anymore but instead inside; to Annieâs little bed huddled next to the window. âDid you leave the gate open?â
âYes, Iâm still rather upset about it but Iâm sure sheâll be found soon.â
Soon. Chrollo grins a bit as he closes his eyes, imagining the moment heâll save you from this man. Soon isnât enough. No. ThisâŠ
This is the moment.
This is the day.
This is the time.
âFeitan.â
âHm?â
Francis will die today. Or tomorrow maybe, Chrollo isnât completely sure.
âDonât make it too bloody,â He instructs, getting off the stones and onto the dirty tiles of the gardenâs path to the back door. âIâll focus on her. Weâll leave the others alone.â
âFine.â
âThank you, Feitan.â
Feitan looks confused for a moment. If Chrollo were someone who hadnât grown up beside him, he wouldnât have noticed the small millisecond of his friend showing emotion. âFor what?â He wants to ask.Â
Chrollo knows it. He knows it so he answers the silent question. âFor being more vulnerable with her and I. [First] seems to have rubbed off on you too much too, huh?â
âI donât like your jokes,â Feitan replies as he stuffs his pockets even more â perhaps to hide his balled-up fists. Whether they were made from the hatred of Francis or the annoyance of everything else is up to interpretation. No one will be getting an answer anyway, even Feitan himself. âYouâre very happy lately.â
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Chrolloâs grin widens just a smidge more. âWeâre about to rescue a princess.â
From that look, he knows Feitan agrees with his reasoning and is happy as well.
*~*~*~*
âYouâre beautiful, darling.â
Youâre laid out on Francisâ bed. Itâs rather large for a room this size, but it is comfortable to undress on. You picked a periwinkle blue dress today with buttons on only its top front side. Francis wanted to help but you declined. You donât decline a lot of things, especially when it comes to him. Francis is annoyed by that but he tries not to let it show. He hides a lot of things from you.
âThank you.â You sheepishly smile, a light flush on your cheeks as you start to undo your buttons.
âOf course,â Youâre his favorite by far. You arenât stuck up or are with him just for his money. Youâre so nice to him. Youâre so sweet to him. âI wouldnât lie to you, honey.â
You arenât like those whores, those sluts, those fucking cheap little bitches.
âIâll take it slow since itâs your first time and all.â He promises.
You look up at him.
Your frown is just barely noticeable â but noticeable enough for him to see.
âWhatâs wrong?â Francis asks.
âLyraâs still missing⊠Iâm worried.â
âWhy?â Francis asks, getting more annoyed the more time you spend covered up. âWhy are you so worried about her right now? Itâs not the time for that.â
âI donât know,â You look at the open window, cool air still blowing in along with the slight scent of flowers. âI really donât, I just⊠have suddenly gotten a little sad just now.â
Youâre shivering a little.
âAh, you must be cold.â He deflects. Having only his shirt on now, he walks up to the windowsill and looks at the vegetable patch. With both hands, he pulls the window closed. âBetter?â
You must not have heard him, because you keep playing with your buttons instead of being fully undressed already.
âCould youâŠâÂ
Ah. You did hear him, but you seem concerned for something else. Thatâs fine, as long as you arenât playing with him and will soon attempt to run away.Â
âClose the curtain? Please? Iâd really⊠appreciate it.â
âSure,â Francis replies, his smile returning to his face. âAnything for you. Just get comfortable, pumpkin.â
The wicked thing came all at once before either of you could blink. Shards of glass flew into Francis and into the bedroom walls. Francis screams as his bleeding hands are quick to go to his eyes, his fingers attempting to get the glass shards out of them before his vision is gone for good. In front of you was a stranger in a suit â he pushed you out of the way in a fraction of a second and onto the floor. The bed had shielded you and him.Â
âAre you alright?â
Youâre too shocked for words, peeking from behind the bed to where Francis is still screaming.
In front of him was a man in all black stepping on the back of his head with one of his feet. The soles of his boots seemed lodged into Francisâ scalp, and it takes you a moment to realize why. There were spikes on them; not that you could see them much because of how hidden they seemed to be right now. Theyâre silver judging by the color of their slight sparkle, but the rusted kind. No. Maybe thatâs just the bloodstains.
The feeling in your chest is so horrible like youâre very sick. Thereâs pressure on your heart. Itâs strangling you, despite the taller strangerâs grasp on your shoulders being so pleasant. So tender.
âWhat are you doing?â You screech. The sound doesnât make either of the intruders flinch. Francis does instead. âLet go of him!â
The shorter man doesnât look at you, opting to wedge the spikes of his shoes further into Francisâ brain. You try to get up but the man in the suit pulls you back down, shushing you as you protest and cry. âDonât⊠itâll be over soon. I told him to be gentle, you see.â
âGentle?â You repeat.
âYes, my dear.â One of his hands rises from your shoulders to where your eyes are. You struggle some more and the stranger whispers something in your ear. âBehave â I can always tell Feitan to torture him the amount he deserves if I wanted to. I know he wants to.â
You deflate and your eyes are forced shut by his palm. âPlease stop⊠I donât know what we did, just please-â
âYou didnât do anything,â The other man â Feitan if the taller man had named him right and he wasnât just some assassin he hired; he said his name so tenderly too like he is an old friend â interrupts you. âHe did.â
You feel like youâre about to throw up all the wonderful food you just ate. Chicken pot pie, beef tenderloin, roasted pork belly â it all feels like it is about to release from your throat and onto the wooden planked floor below.
âOh dear,â Another hand covers your nose and mouth. Instead of blood you now smell cologne â sandalwood and amber. âCan you please hurry up, Fei? She looks like sheâs about to collapse.â
*~*~*~*
âItâs a wonderful time to be alive,â Chrollo says as he puts the key into his carâs lock. Itâs embedded with little multicolored jewels â he had commissioned some artist to customize it for him a week or so ago while Feitan went into your home on his own. âOr at least a wonderful night. Wouldnât you say so?â
Youâre in the passenger seat. You fell unconscious after Francisâ barely alive body got its fingers broken one by one. Some of his blood got on your skirt, but Chrollo is sure that the laundromat will fix that just like the workers will fix his clothes. As long as he pays them enough or threatens them enough. The latter would be more fun for Feitan but the former would let him be seen as a kind patron. Whichever way the coin flips.Â
He doesnât blame you for fainting. If he hadnât been born in Meteor City and hadnât been raised in a constant state of fear and a constant battle for power over others, he would most likely do the same.Â
Feitan is in the back, silent. His hands now have gloves on them and are now brushing through your hair.
âShould we make the pit stop or go straight?â After the second question, the carâs lights turn on.
âBed.â
The car starts moving into the barren street.Â
âAlright,â Chrollo chuckles a little at the insistence in Feitanâs tone. âWe can get some of [First]âs clothes tomorrow then. Sheâll probably sleep throughout the day.âÂ
He doesnât explain why because they both already know the reason. There is a short chain attached to the main bed. Depending on your behavior early on, it will either lengthen or become briefer.Â
There are also some syringes in the mirror vanity that Feitan asked him over and over to keep in case of an emergency. He doubts there will be any real threat where they would have to use them.Â
Feitan doesnât. Feitan doesnât doubt many things.
âBlankets too.âÂ
Feitan doesnât ask for many things either, much less demand them.
âAh,â Chrollo makes the left turn as his fingers tap on the steering wheel. Itâs a song you enjoy listening to on your avenue home. He knows you arenât listening to it but that doesnât matter right now. Heâll continue to do so until your mind associates the tune with small controlled adventures to and fro and not you having a life of your own. âAll of them?â
âYes. Please.â
âYou donât say that word very often,â He teases, looking at the flat glass mirror overhead.
âHmph.â
Putting his hand on your thigh, Chrollo continues to drive while still glancing upward now and then.Â
*~*~*~*
Your heartbeat has calmed down. Feitan is now able to look at your face as you sleep.Â
You look at peace now. When he had placed you on the bed, your eyebrows furrowed for a moment â perhaps your subconscious being afraid â or disgusted â by him.
The flowery scent of your perfume vanished long ago and has been replaced by a stinging one. Feitan doesnât mind. He doesnât mind a lot of things when it comes to you.
Unlike the bodies of those who have died by his hands, Feitan places the white blanket on top of you gently like you would shatter if he was just a tad bit rougher.Â
Well⊠Body bags donât really count as blankets, do they? They are meant to be ripped open and stuffed full of parts no wandering soul hopes to find.
Chrollo decides to break the silence. âAfter she adjusts a little, weâll leave. Or you can stay if you want. I can carry her things on my own.â
Feitan turns to look at him.
âPictures.â
Chrollo sighs. âAlright. But weâll get Shal to edit them. No cutting.â
â...Tch. Fine. Silky too.â A thumb is pressed against your lips. After it is lifted, there is a light pink that covers its print.
âItâs a pretty color, isnât it?â Chrollo muses, hanging his suit jacket on the edge of his sofa as he holds his book. âIâll try to get the same shade for her when she runs out of it. Though I suspect it will be a while before then, huh?â
âItâs fine,â Feitan states, rubbing his thumb against your lips more. âShe will always be pretty to me.â
âNever took you for the romantic type, Fei.â
âHmph.â
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Hello luv, first of all... I LOVE NURSE!READER!!! OH god the last lines were soooooo heartwarming for my social worker heart!! LOVE LOVE IT đ©·đ©·
So, may I request a Jason x reader again but with a little something... Jealous Jason because reader and Roy know each other longer than Jay and reader and then he gets all jelly and andâ! Oh god I love a jealous petty man.
Missy when she fucks up the queue and queues this post for NEXT YEAR by accident đ«Łđ NEXT YEAR?? LIKE THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED LAST FRIDAY AND I DIDN'T EVEN NOTICE THAT IT DIDN'T GO UP
anyways AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH your words are already heartwarming â„ïž
I loveeee jealous jason imma cook this up so quick just you wait and see (i wrote this when i first made the draft and i found it funny to leave it. Itâs literally been a month Iâm so sorry)
I also made this into headcanons because I had a VISION and did not think to give it any justice. (koi youre seriously my number 1 supporter i hope you enjoy this garbage I just threw up, really)
Pining!Jealous!Jason Todd x Reader
Warnings: slight jealousy (not too overly consuming), alcohol consumption
Roy had invited Jason to hang out at the bar
Bros being bros
except...
Roy brought you along (because he KNOWS Jason has got a fat crush on you whether or not heâs told him)
(He tried to convince roy itâs not a crush, but always fails because his whole demeanour changes when you walk in the room)
examples:
he's always going to be standing beside you, consciously or not
jason isn't always a tense guy. But he for sure isn't as long as you're talking to him/looking at him/etc. (but if you put your hand on his arm/touch him in any way, it's game over)
your name is brought up, he's listening SO INTENTLY
like a dog when it hears its favourite word
Anyways
The three of you are sitting in a booth
It was originally you and roy before jason showed up, the two of you on either side
Jason shows up and just sits right next to you. No hesitation.
You and roy are laughing away, recounting stories and telling jokes.
Jason is just... really quiet
unusually quiet
He doesnât look at you guys, rather looking out across the bar, trying to hide the fact heâs feeling this way
That he's feeling unreasonably jealous of his best friend
who literally brought you FOR JASON
He knows itâs stupid. He trusts both of you. You two are the two people he trusts the MOST
He hates that heâs like this, but he can't help it
Roy's better than him. You've known him for longer. He's making you laugh harder than Jason ever has. He's better looking, too. Older. More experienced.
His thoughts are clogging up his head. He's really not listening anymore, just holding his beer, eyes scanning the bar floor, watching the other patrons.
Then Roy is standing in front of him, saying something about using the bathroom.
He is giving a VERY pointed look at Jason.
a "make conversation with your crush or I'm shoving an arrow down your throat" kind of look
Jason felt a little stab of genuine anxiety shoot through him.
He's talked to you alone before. Many times. You two were friends, of course. He doesn't know why this is how he's feeling right now.
Then your hand is resting on his forearm.
Poor boy is still so caught up in his head he just looks down at your hand for definitely a second too long before finally meeting your gaze
Your gaze with those stupidly pretty eyes.
Then comes that horrendously pretty voice, "You alright?"
He nods. Shrugs. Like a stupid teenager who doesn't know how to handle his emotions.
He has to admit he's still a little tense about your attention being focused more on Roy. But not to you. He'd never admit it to you. You'd probably find it unattractive and then he'd really never have a chance.
âYeah, no, im enjoying the talking. Always forget how well you and roy know each otherâ
âOh yeah he just knows how to get me going. You know how he isâ
Jason doesnât know how he does it.
Like some leap of faith.
Some, jealousy super-powered leap.
He tries to be non-chalant about it.
âItâd be nice to do this again sometime. Maybe without Roy around.â
BOY'S HEART IS POUNDING
Sipping on his beer, looking down at it instead to avoid eye contact with you so he doesn't lose his cool.
Or someone show on his face that he is actually shitting bricks
You don't respond for a second and the alarm bells start going off in his head
WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY THAT WHY DID I SAY-
"It would be nice," you say, "Could we make it a date instead?"
He's smiling, turning to nod at you, "Course we can."
But his internal dialogue is just straight screaming at himself
"IDIOT YOU SHOULD'VE MADE IT OBVIOUS YOU WANTED IT TO BE A DATE IN THE FIRST PLACE"
The things jealousy will make you do
Roy comes back and sits down
Jason's into the conversation now
It doesn't really matter that Roy is still making you laugh
because he's not the one holding your hand under the table
AH I HOPE YOU LIKE -missy
I also love a jealous petty man (as long as it doesn't become toxic and he doesn't use it as an excuse to be an asshole)
#jason todd x reader#jason todd#jason todd x gn!reader#red hood#dc#dc x reader#red hood x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd imagine#jason todd fluff#red hood x you#dc x you#dc x y/n#jason todd x y/n#jealous!jason todd x reader#jealous!jason todd#cw jealousy#cw alcohol consumption#missy writes
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Jungkook
Princess | Short #1
There's something happening between you two.
Tags/Warnings: Wolfdog Hybrid!Jungkook, Showdog Hybrid!Reader, Enemies to lovers, Angst, Fluff?, Brat!Reader, Jungkook has major brat tamer energy, reader has some issues
Length: 1.6k words
A/N: I will force feed you this AU and you will like it đż
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Despite Jungkook having agreed to help you, he still continues to work on that choreography the same way as before, ruthlessly pushing you further and further despite your very much constant complains. Â
Apparently, according to him, itâs not about the whole contest anymore. But instead, to teach you âsomethingâ. What it is, he wonât say- but youâre sure thatâs all just an excuse anyways to torture you. Â
But youâre not going down so easily. Â
âHow many times do I need to tell you that you have your own snacks?!â Jungkook complains, showing the empty bag of crackers to you, at the sight of which you simply sit in the middle of the practice room, tail happily wagging as if you donât even know what heâs talking about. âAnd Iâm sure you drank my water too.â He accuses, and you just shrug. Â
âMaybe.â You answer. âThe crackers sucked though. Way too bland. Do you always just eat old people snacks?â You question, irritating him further. Itâs clear that youâre testing your boundaries with him, and most of all his patience- because lets be real, its funny as hell to make him angry. Mostly because you know heâd never actually get too upset with you- if he was to ever do so, youâre sure heâd give you a fair warning way before that line has actually been stepped over. Â
Though, clearly, youâve not really realized yet that you two have actually become closer up until this point- and that also means that Jungkook no longer tries to stay as far away as he can from you. Â
So when he returns to the practice room with new snacks of his own and a bottle of sweet electrolyte juice, youâre already up on your feet, happily looking what heâs got himself- before he suddenly takes off his hoodie, catching you entirely off guard and freezing you in place for a good second, because wow.Â
Heâs got an extensive collection of art beneath the skin of one of his arms up to his hand even, and his physique is definitely also not to be played around with. Years of serious dancing and working out have clearly created the man he is today- Â
And suddenly, your world is dark for a good second, as he pushes his hoodie over your head. Â
Youâre confused, when he suddenly pulls on the sleeves your arms are not yet pulled through, as he instead ties them behind your back, successfully immobilizing you. He picks you up and sits you in one of the chairs after he's done, leaning in close once you're seated, summoning the audacity to smirk at you. Â
âTimeout, you gremlin.â He tells you, before he sits down next to you to eat his food, all while you canât do anything but watch, wide eyed and completely confused. Â
And instead of arguing, you just pull in your legs after toeing off your shoes, pouting to yourself while enjoying his scent. Youâd never openly admit it, but he does smell nice- both the laundry detergent he uses for his clothes, and, well, his own scent. You blame it on the fact that throughout your career until now, youâve barely had any close interaction with another male hybrid like this- so itâs probably just the fact that youâre not used to this. Â
âTake it off.â You demand, and he shakes his head. Â
âNop.â He denies, and you swing your legs on the chair as youâve let them fall down again. Â
âI need to go pee.â You tell him, and at that he sighs, before he unravels the sleeves-Â
Just for you to slip your hands through them, and steal his bottle of juice as you run into the hallway, hearing his footsteps loudly right behind you, hand having slapped against the door youâd tried to swing close behind you. You donât get very far when he suddenly grabs the back of the sweater, pulling you closer again to try and lift you. âNo- No no, I really need to go pee!â You deny, standing in front of him now after having avoided his grip. Â
âAlright, letâs go then.â He says, grabbing the hood of the sweater to drag you to the restrooms, taking the bottle away from you. âGo pee.âÂ
âI donât have to anymore.â You say, and he narrows his eyes at you. Â
âToo bad.â He denies. âGo squeeze something out, Iâm not gonna take you again.â He threatens, and you reluctantly go anyways, before you re-emerge, glaring at him, until you have an idea. He watches as you stand in front of him, putting on your best puppy-dog eyes, and holding your arms out upwards to him. âWhat.â He asks, arms crossed. Â
âCarry me?â You ask, and he thinks about it for a good second, before he agrees. Â
âAlright.â He nods.Â
âWait, really?!â You ask, surprised- when suddenly, your world is upside-down, with him carrying you over his shoulder, one arm holding onto your legs so you donât tip over and fall off his back. And he hears you laugh about it most of all, your fluffy, curled tail wagging right into his face if it wasn't for his other hand holding it down as well, his own lips turned into a smile. Â
Because honestly, this is what your life is supposed to be like. Happy, fun, and most of all, normal. Â
Itâs clear to him that youâve simply never really had any proper interactions before that couldâve taught you how to socialize and get used to general manners- if anything, you most likely always got what you wanted just to have you shut up and be quiet. And eventually, when you grew up into an adult that you are now, things simply had gotten stuck like this.Â
The reason why he thinks this, is just how.. Helpless you seem at the simplest of interactions. From simple questions about your hobbies, to normal touches like a hug for a greeting, everything appears to be foreign to you. And you mask that insecurity and lack of understanding with attitude- because up until now, most likely, this mustâve been your best defense. Everyone would leave you alone if you got cranky, and so, these days, you must feel extremely confused and without any direction, considering that this doesnât work with him. Â
But youâve got to learn. Not just basic manners, but also the fact that not everyone in the world is out to get you. Â
Especially not him. Â
Back in the practice room, youâre now on his lap, where heâs got your hands behind your back, held by your wrists in his hand, grip strong. âWe gotta practice.â You whine, but he knows thatâs not what youâre going to do once he lets go. Â
âWe do.â He agrees. âAnd we will, once youâve finished your tantrum.â He tells oyu, and you scoff. Â
âIâm not having a tantrum. Youâre being an asshole!â You tell him. âWho cares if I eat your snacks? You can just get new oneâs!â You complain, and he shakes his head at that. Â
âItâs not about that. Whatâs mine is mine, and whatâs yours is yours. If I want to take something from you, Iâll ask. If you want something from me, youâll have to ask as well.â He explains, and you kick out your legs, trying to get off- but heâs got a strong hold on you, so youâre stuck in place. Â
âIâm not a child!â You bark, slipping off of his legs to instead lay on the floor now. He raises a brow. Â
âYouâre sure acting like one.â He says, crossing his arms. âDonât you have boundaries that youâd like respected?â He asks, looking down at where youâre laying on the floor at his feet, and you stare at him for a second with an unsure gaze, before you slowly sit up, eyes glossy. Itâs obvious that sentence mustâve hit a sore spot for you, because youâre visibly fighting another emotional outburst as you try and swallow down any tears that want to escape. Â
Itâs quiet. Mostly because you donât want to break down, and he doesnât want to say anything that might set you off. He hates seeing you like this- but he knows that one way or another, youâll have to face these things. Â
âIâll respect any boundary you give me.â He tells you. âI promise you that. But youâll have to do the same for me, because thatâs fair, right?â He asks, and you take in a deep breath, before you lean against his leg, head resting against his thigh. Â
âIâm sorry.â You mumble quietly, and he reaches out to out a comforting hand on your head. âIâll be more fair.â You say, and he smiles. Â
âThank you.â He offers, before you look up at him. Â
âCan we practice more now?â You ask, and he shrugs. Â
âIf you want to.â He says, and you nod. Â
âItâs.. Actually fun. If you donât nag all the time.â You playfully argue, making him roll his eyes. Â
âIâm just trying to get you to do your best.â He denies, and you smile brightly at that, tail wagging on the floor, a sight heâs come to really like. Â
âThank you.â You say, and for the first time, he has to admit-Â
You can actually be really fucking cute, if you want to be.Â
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hamzah x reader sexting headcannons à»ê°àŸàœČ Ë¶âą àŒ âąË¶ ê±àŸàœČ১âËâčâĄ
includes: implied virgin hamzah, obvi nsfw, mentions of nudes n porn, female reader
i was high while i wrote this so sorry if it sucks el oh el
- this man goes ALL OUT when it comes to sexting. itâs surprising knowing that youâre the first girl heâs been with after seeing the way he talks.
- always praising you. that boy thinks youâve got the prettiest face in the world, even during sex. when heâs horny, he doesnât ask for nudes, (although he definitely wouldnât turn them down đ€) he asks for pictures of your face because youâre just that beautiful to him.
- definitely nervous at first, but once youâre into it, so is he.
- will get detailed once heâs comfortable. once youâve got him riled up, if u ask him what he wants to do to u, heâll give u whole PARAGRAPHS of the fantasies he has about you.
- although hamzah years ago promised himself in his head he would never send nudes, you tempted him a little too much.
- he sends nut vids. with audio. and warns u first ! đ
- when you guys arenât together and he misses you, he knows exactly how to make himself feel better. youâll be out hanging out with your friends when suddenly youâve got a text from him reading something along the lines of âdont open in front of anyone lol.â
- after you sneak off to the bathroom, you open the text up to a minute long video of him, laying in bed, sweatpants and boxers just slightly pulled down. he lazily strokes himself, but gets more intense the longer the video goes on. as he inches closer to finishing, he softly mutters your name as well as faint swears as he desperately fucks into his hand and cums.
- before dating you, he had a bad habit of watching a lot of porn.. but he doesnât need that anymore. youâre his own personal pornstar.
- on the topic of porn, one of his biggest fantasies is making a tape between you two⊠but that could be its own set of hcs đ«Ł
- he loves when you really try to explore the things heâs into. since he didnât have much experience before you, there are a lot of things heâs eager to try that heâs seen online or in porn. obviously he would never participate in anything against your boundaries, but heâs definitely here for it if youâre interested in his kinks.
i am so down bad for this man itâs not even funny. i need him!!! đ so bad!!!! đ anyways erm ill write like anything for him as long as its x fem reader thanku baiii
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I swear, Iâm minutes away from pulling out a giant bulletin board and covering it in pieces of string that connect Rafael to every single event in the game. I feel like a crazy person, but I know that he basically spiderwebbed most of the plot together.
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Goddamn it, anon (said lovingly). Now I feel like making my own too. Because I swear, he pops up all over the place, even just for stuff thatâs not even plot relevant.
Spot the Devil: Raphael's Involvement in the plot
Iâll start out with letters and books Iâve found that made me go âhmmmmâ.
Letter in the Harpy Nest (Maybe)
When youâve saved Mirkon he mentions something about a nest nearby. If you get to it there is a ring, a journal, and a letter. The letter is what made me go âhmmâ. You can read the full thing here. Basically, a guy named Edmund tells wife/girlfriend that she doesnât have to worry about someone named Maggie Two-Fingers anymore, because he has settled a debt. To pay off said debt, he makes a deal with a cambion and becomes a warlock:
â[âŠ] I took the deal the cambion offered. I'm not going to say I had no choice, because that would be a lie. But I don't regret it. I'm a new man. I feel strong for the first time in my life. Aside from being awoken in the middle of the night by the smell of sulphur (he likes to drop by to 'see how everything is going') I have no complaints [âŠ]â
Now, there was a journal too, but I donât believe the two things were related, even though the journal talks about a devil too. From what I can see, the journal is an easter egg for a campaign called âTomb of Annihilationâ. Besides, Edmund is going to Icewind Dale and the campaign takes place in Chult.
It just makes sense to me if its Raphael. We know he hangs out near the grove because we get jumpscared by him before going to this area. It could be our boy and with how much he pops up constantly it wouldnât surprise me.
A Pleasurable Deal (Maybe)
You can pry this theory from my cold dead hands: Raphael was involved in making this play. It stinks of him.
So, A Pleasurable Deal is an erotic play. The plot isnât completely written out, but a cambion, who is named Carlisle in the play, is involved.
âCarlisle: Weep not, young man, though free your wife has fled,
And comfort found in comrade's arms and bed.
She licks her lips and cries his name, oh my!
And now you seek to be the apple of her eye?â
Carlisle basically helps a man named Robert get a bigger dick, orâŠsomething along those lines. The âapple of her eyeâ line is just so Raphael. The whole thing is, to be honest. In the A Pleasurable Deal: The Shocking Truth, itâs revealed that the author sold her soul to make it:
âInterviewer: So .. what was your deal?
Harp: I beg your pardon?
Interviewer: In fact, this was your directorial debut, wasn't it? You couldn't even get published in the tabloid 'Baldur's Bash' before this play came out. Did you honestly trade your soul for an erotic play?
Harp: I- all right, we're done here.â
I mean, come on. This is so him. Itâs right up his alley.
Devil Donât Rhyme
This is a book you can find in the Devilâs Den. Devil Donât Rhyme is definitely about him:
â[This is a heroic fantasy in verse form, told in the first person by a bold poet who challenges a devil (clearly modelled on Raphael) to an improvised poetry contest to win back the soul of his lover. The following couplet has been circled in red ink.]
'If the line doesnât scan,' the devil sneers, 'you forfeit your soul and end in tears.' / 'Ha! Iâll keep my time and make my rhyme, with vim and snap and no "down came the claw" crap.'â
Which is just so fucking funny to me. He has been seething and underlining the parts that prove itâs about him.
Alright, onto actual events: Netheril
Raphael was there when Netheril fell. He told us in the Devilâs Den. He has been searching for the Crown of Karsus ever since. He saw the entirety of Karsusâs fuck-up, but didnât manage to snatch up the Crown of Karsus itself. We do know, however, that he has other Netherese artifacts (the Archivist says so). The Regalia of Karsus were three objects and Raphael has at least one, meaning that if Raph gets the crown, he has a much bigger chance at actually controlling it and using it like it's supposed to be used. This might also be why Mephistopheles hasn't used it: he doesn't have the other artifacts to properly harness its powers.
There are also theories that he has been skulking about and trying to find it after. Thereâs a really well written theory by @firlionemoontav that connects him to Lenore from the Arcane Tower in the Underdark. He has left no stone unturned.
Orpheus and Vlaakith
I learned about this from an amazing theory post made by @certifieddilfenjoyer
When you go to the Astral Plane, near Orpheus, there is this Githyanki slate that you can find. It depicts Vlaakith making a deal with a Devil, âhis face twisted with wry charmâ, for the Astral prism. Yeah, Orpheusâ imprisonment? Raphael helped with that. He even taunts Orpheus while he waits for us to approach him and says something about him looking good in chains or something along those lines (kinky old man yaoi).
And honestly, it makes perfect sense as to why he has the hammer then. The hammer has multiple purposes, but in About Creation of the Orphic Hammer he mentions it as âinsurance policyâ:
âThe Hammer is not a weapon, it is an insurance policy. Its function is specific, but its utility is boundless. No chains forged by infernal hand can withstand its power, for its core is a metalifferous compound combining the purest of essence of all Nine hells. If I should ever need to liberate the prisoners held in the Iron City of Dis, to shatter the vaults of Nargus, or even to free the child of Gith, my hammer will be equal to the task.â
Makes good sense because what he has done with the Astral Prism is a pretty big deal and hard to undo otherwise.
Moonrise Towers, the Gauntlet of Shar and Astarion
So, Raphael makes a deal with the architect of Moonrise Towers, who you also see wandering around the House of Hope. The architect gives up his soul in exchange for Raphael ending Kethericâs army.
To do that, he sends Yurgir who is tasked with killing every last justiciar. Raphael then makes a deal with one of the justiciars who he then turns into a bunch of rats so that Yurgir canât fulfill his contract.
We then help Yurgir or kill him, and Raphael helps us with Astarionâs scars. (This is just me theorizing from here) I find it kind of interesting that Raphael seems to know so much about Astarion. You get the feeling that he has obviously done his research on all of the companions, but with Astarion he makes that nasty âyouâve kept your clothes on this entire time? How unlike youâ comment. Astarion would be such an easy target to go after, which makes me believe that Raph definitely knew beforehand about Astarion AND Mephistophelesâ deal with Cazador, but he hasnât been able to pettily do something about it before the things that happen in BG3. But he has kept an eye on it. He canât be seen defying his father like that directly, after all. I just find it hard to believe that Raph wouldn't jump at the business opportunity of 7000 desperate vampires hiding in Baldur's Gate. Like he definitely knows.
Gortash
Raphael bought Gortash from his parents when he was a kid, and Gortash eventually got out. Itâs quite possible that Gortash only knew about the Crown of Karsus because of Raphael. He even went through Raphaelâs house to steal the crown (and probably took a portal from there to Cania).
Might also be the only reason that he would ever make a deal with Zariel. He knows the Hells and how they work. In a way its even more of a âfuck youâ that he goes to Zariel because she is far above Raphael as she is the Archdevil of Avernus (and thus she is sort of Raphâs boss). We also don't know what Gortash gets in return for handing Karlach to Zariel. It's speculated that it has something to do with the construction of the Steel Watch, but it wouldn't surprise me if peace from Raphael was a part of it too.
A world without Raphael
So, basically: had Raphael not been there, Orpheus would be free and a whole people would have had very different lives under someone else than the Vlaakiths, because Orpheus would have rebelled and told everyone what she did to Gith (his mother). We wouldnât have had the Astral Prism to protect us, but on the other hand, we might not even have had the whole tadpole business to deal with anyway if Gortash didnât know where the Crown of Karsus was. The whole thing could literally have been avoided.
(Thank you for the ask <3)
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hmhmhmmm how do we feel about being patrickâs secret girlfriend-not-really-girlfriend? like, when you guys first start âdatingâ, he asks that you keep it private, and youâre fine with thatâ you arenât exactly fond of having people all up in your business either. but eventually it starts to feel like he justâŠdoesnât want people to know the two of you are involved with each other at all. and at first you push all feelings of doubt down, tell yourself that itâs not that big of a deal, that youâre lucky to even have a chance with him in the first place. you arenât okay with being a secret though. you want people to know that youâre taken, that heâs yours and youâre his. you want all the gross pda and mushy dates. itâs bad enough that you barely see him anymore with him having gone pro and whatnot. youâd never say that to his face though, never that. youâll never make yourself look that desperate. until. until, until, until. until you see what can only best be described as a horde of googly-eyed girls surrounding your not-quite-boyfriend, a million questions thrown at him per second. he doesnât see you. how could he in all this chaos? the topic of dating comes up.
âis it true? that you have a girlfriend, i mean.â you subconsciously pray that he says yes, that he shuts down any chances of any girl other than you getting to be with him. instead he hesitates, and only responds to say ânah. you interested?â with that stupidly charming smile. your heart breaks. thereâs no way this could get any worse, you think. you shouldnât stay for a second longer. it feels as though your entire lower body is paralyzed, though. you canât leave despite how badly you want to. the same girlâ you assumeâ speaks again, saying something along the lines of âwhat about that one girl youâre talking to? whatâs her name again?â she rattles off one, two, three names similar to yours, but not quite right. sheâs talking about you. âuhâŠsheâs a sweet girl, donât get me wrongâ but i wouldnât say weâre a thing.â patrick responds with ease. he doesnât even seem guilty. oh. oh oh oh. you want the world to open up and swallow you whole. you want to sink into quicksand. you canât even get âa thingâ? thatâs like, the bare fucking minimum. now you seriously canât bare to hear anymore. not without crying. if this is what a relationship is supposed to be, youâd rather not be in one at all.
just a silly thought!
cries it probably goes sm like this
and then you block him again. its not the first time you've blocked him over a fight, but its the first time you've been committed to it. you dont unblock him, and you change your route the next day to avoid seeing him. you miss him though. its an ache in your chest. your friends will tell you you're better off, that he was just fucking around with you, but it wont make the hurt lessen. they dont know patrick like you do. they dont know that he bites his bottom lip when he finds something you said funny like he's holding in a giggle, they dont know how warm he is or how it feels to be held by him and rocked back and forth. they dont know how it feels to have his fingers tracing patterns on your back, tucking your hair back for you. they dont know how his voice softens and lowers when he's being gentle with you. they dont know how he has your favorite snacks memorized and your favorite order and he always speaks for you in the drive-thru because he knows what you want and he always hand feeds you his fries. they dont know how good it feels with his hands in your hair and his lips on your skin and his cock inside you - thick and stretching. they dont know the things he whispers in your ear when he'd close to coming, the way he grips you closer like he wants to melt inside you and stay there forever. they dont know he likes to lay his head on your lap and have his hair played with. they dont know you're in love with him and you dont know how to not be.
you end up seeing patrick a week later. he's on TV and he's holding the passenger side of his door open for a young woman. she's smiling shyly and he's grinning at her and you just think about how a month ago he fucked you in the backseat of that car - legs splayed as he gripped your ass and bounced you on and off his dick. how hot and steamy it got and how he'd licked the sweat from your throat and sucked your skin into his greedy mouth as he fucked you, how he groaned as you clamped around him like a vice and said "fuck, i think i love you -" right before he came.
obviously just something he'd said in the heat of the moment. obviously it meant nothing. you turn the TV off and debate unblocking him just to pour out all the hurt you feel. make him see how he's ruined you. but you know that'll do no good. he wont care.
you think you'll try your hand at moving on yourself. didn't he an art have an argument not too long ago? a falling out? wasn't art nursing his own broken heart from that tashi girl? maybe you could help eachother.
(what you dont know is that patrick does care. that he's spent everyday talking himself out of making a new number just to text you on, that he can barely get off when he's with other women because they dont feel like you do, they dont talk to him the way you do - he just feels sick after, like he cheated and hes the worst person in the world and he just wants to come crawling back to you and press his face into your stomach and tell you hes sorry. hes sorry tashi fucked him up so bad and he just doesn't want to trust again and hes sorry he's taking it out on you and hes sorry he thinks hes in love with you and he can't do anything with that love because his love isn't enough - it ruins people. it ruined art and it ruined tashi and he doesn't want it to ruin you. hes not built to be a boyfriend. all hes good at is hitting a ball with a racket)
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looove the patrickâs sister au where art is super mean to her but hear me out im having thoughts and behaving in ways
im gonna emoji sign this if i may just in case youâd like to enable me
alt au where patricks sister is just super super mean and unapologetic like patrick. think sarah michelle gellar in cruel intentions kinda. like fully a bitch and she has a craaazy corruption kink with repressed art
like mayyybee patrick mentioned art wanting to save himself for marriage or smth like that to her and her brain goes brrrrrr i need to defile him⊠maybe everytime arts at their house sheâll like flirt with him unabashedly⊠suck on lollipops while looking him in the eye⊠rub her ass against him pretending to reach for things⊠and her just having so much fun when he gets all red and flustered and hard :(
idk just some thoughts
- đ (if its available)
This made me need to take a walk. Had to crack open a cold Diet Coke to address this.
But yeah :(( art comes to stay with you and Patrick a lot for summers and holidays since, yâknow, he canât exactly stay at his grandmotherâs nursing home.
You and Patrick have lived in the pool house foreverâ pool house is actually a stupid name for it. Itâs a guest house, two full bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a whole loft upstairs. Itâs obscene how fucking rich you two are.
And he gets so squirmy when heâs around you and Patrick, but even more when itâs just the two of you alone. Heâs been staying up in the loft, pads down the stairs after a lazy, midday nap. And itâs just you on the couch, watching a movie. Itâs dark, maybe he slept later than he thought he did.
âWhereâs Pat?â
You shrug, pat the sofa beside you. He sits, but leaves an entire cushion between the two of you. âI think heâs fucking the neighbor. The one with the cute curly hair.â Art flushes, ducks his head. You smile, showing off pretty teeth. âAw⊠Iâm sorry, should I have said heâs making love to the neighbor?â
âShut up,â he mutters. Heâs pink to the tips of his ears.
Itâs interesting, you think, that he told Patrick heâs saving himself. Itâs sweet, very⊠admirable. But itâs such a fucking waste. He looks so yummy in his flannel pajama pants and grey tank top that shows off his muscles.
âSo, youâre a virgin?â You ask, turning to face him. His eyes go wide before his face twists in annoyance. He splutters out weakâ what did Pat sayâ Thatâs none of your businessâ youâre so out of lineâ but you interrupt. âNo need to be shy about it, Art. I think itâs⊠very cute you want to wait until your wedding night. Iâm sure youâll have a really riveting time figuring out where it goes.â
âShut up.â Itâs the second time heâs said it that night. He really needs to work on his comebacks.
âI can give you a hint,â you say with a grin, scooting across the empty cushion until your knees touch. âThere are two main holes down there, and itâs the one that gets all slick and wet when sheâs turned on.â He clenches his jaw, looks away.
You laugh and sit back, only slightly. âArenât you going to thank me for the tip?â
He turns back, eyes narrowed. âYouâre not very funny.â
âWas I joking?â You trail a finger up his arm, give him a crooked smile. âReally, Art, itâs sweet. Maybe I shouldâve saved my virginity for a nicer boy instead of losing it in the golf cart shed at the country club.â
He stammers. âYouâ you could alwaysââ he canât even meet your gaze, itâs too humiliating. The smug expression you wear pins him in place. âStart now. Promise to not have sex anymore, not until itâs with someone you love. Itâsâ itâs more special that way.â
You stick out your bottom lip. âYou think I deserve special?â You ask softly. He shivers as your fingers trace swirls onto his chest. âThat I need candles and rose petals and soft jazz music when someone stuffs me full of their cock?â
Itâs too precious. Too good. His cheeks flame and he sits back. He stands suddenly, doesnât even look at you as he marches back upstairs. You grin and listen to the sound of the shower turning on upstairs.
You wait until you hear the scrape of the shower curtain closing to pad upstairs and sit outside of the door. A smug grin spreads across your lips at the sound of him jerking off.
All whiny, poorly muffled moans, the slick sound of him beating his dick. All, ah! ah! ah! oh, fuck! godâ fuck! You can tell when he cums based on how pitchy and whiny he gets, and the way you hear his head knock against the tile.
You fight the urge to let him know you heard, instead you slip back downstairs. When he comes down, youâve switched the movie, act like youâd never left at all. You can see the guilt in his expression, like he knew heâd done something bad.
God, heâd be so easy.
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if you want to call me baby (just go ahead now)
summary: As it turns out, the language of love is â all of them.
pairings: Steven Grant x GN!Reader
rating: general audiences
warnings: weapons grade fluff, established relationship, pet names (so many)
word count: 577
authorâs note: Written for the Moon Knight Spring Bingo @moonknight-events â this is entry #4 for âRitual.â Happy reading! â€ïž
dividers by @firefly-graphics
It had started, as do so many things between you, in bed.
âGânight, my dear,â Steven had murmured to you, pulling your back snug against his chest and burrowing his face into your neck, but youâd started to giggle.
ââMy dear?â What are you, eighty?â youâd laughed.
âWhatâs wrong with that? Youâre very dear to me,â heâd protested.
âAnd you are to me, too. You know that.â Youâd twisted around, craning your neck for a kiss. âIt just struck me as funny â you have to admit it has pensioner vibes.â
Heâd huffed and kissed you back, and as youâd drifted into sleep youâd heard him say something along the lines of just going to have to find something tomorrow you like better, then.
Youâd forgotten about it until the next evening, when heâd dropped a kiss on top of your head on the way to the kitchen and said âDo you want some popcorn, habibi?â When youâd looked up at him quizzically, he was grinning. ââMy love,ââ heâd translated. âArabic. No âpensioner vibesâ there, yeah?â
Youâd grinned at him and said you supposed not, and the next morning youâd handed him a cup of tea and called him petit chou, and belatedly remembered that he spoke French well enough to know youâd just called him a little cabbage.
And from that point, it was on. You racked your brains for long-forgotten vocabulary words and pored over language dictionaries online, the authorized and unauthorized alike. After that first one, he refused to translate for you anymore: âgo on, I want to see if you can find out for yourself,â heâd said. Most of them werenât so hard, but heâd stumped you with nedjem, which turned out to be Ancient Egyptian (because of course it did) for sweetie.
In revenge, youâd resorted to something he couldnât possibly spell just from hearing it. âOh, thatâs not playing fair!â heâd protested, and you were weak enough to give him a hint. Knowing where to start, and using his best attempts at phonetic spelling, he got there in the end, all the way to a chuisle mo chroĂ, Irish for pulse of my heart.
It became your ritual, each new name another star in your shared sky. Persian kharĂąbetam, Iâm ruined for you, taking its place next to Brazilian Portuguese chuchuzinho, little squash, and Ojibwemowin niinimoshenh, sweetheart. You start secretly keeping a list so you donât repeat yourself, filled with German and Russian and Igbo, liebling, solnyshko, obiâm, but your favorite so far is the Spanish media naranja, because it makes you think of you and Steven curled up together in bed, fitting into each other seamlessly like two halves of the same orange.
Some silly, some sweet, some passionate: you find yourself humbled before the infinite possibilities, marveling at just how many ways there are in the universe to tell someone that you love them.
One evening he comes up behind you while youâre making dinner, and wraps an arm around your waist, kissing you just behind your ear. He whispers your name, and something else, besides.
âVeux-tu mâĂ©pouser?â
It doesnât sound like a pet name, with the soft, nearly tentative way he says it; it sounds like a question. Like an important question â the kind of question youâll see written in tremulous hope all over his face and cupped gently in his other hand when you turn around to tell him in plain English yes, absolutely, a thousand times yes.
@juneknight @spacecowboyhotch (mod tags)
(pssst todayâs my birthday so I wanted to post a little supremely self-indulgent fluff)
Title from here, of course. Iâm gonna make yâall listen to my old lady music if it kills me.
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âT-Tara?â Pt.2
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Words- About 750
Warnings- angst or fluff, idk tbh. Swearing, idk what else
Just to say some stuff, I lost my other emailsâ password and that email was connected to my other account so Iâm on this one now. Sorry for being gone for so long too!
Summary- Y/n and Tara have a crush on each other and go to great lengths to make sure they have them all to themselves.
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Part 1
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âJeez the suns out earlyâ
Tara has just woken up from her sleep, she was tired from all the running around yesterday.
She almost falls back asleep because of it but then she turns over and takes a look at her clock
âSHIT! ITS 10:30 AM IM LATE FOR SCHOOLâ
She rushes to get all of her stuff packed so she can make it to school before lunch, which is at 11:30, so it shouldnât be that hard⊠right?
âOkay Iâm fucked⊠I canât find my keys.â
Oh Well sheâs fucked
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Taraâs POV
âIâm gonna fucking dieâ
Iâm not gonna make it there in time, come on Tara run faster. Damn itâs hot out
Fuck I didnât bring my inhaler, again?!What the fuck Tara, youâre gonna die on the side of the street. Iâve gotta sit down, yeah the sidewalk under this tree looks fine.
âDamn two days in a rowâ
Is this heaven? Ugh itâs too bright here.
âHah, no this isnât heaven Taraâ oh itâs Y/n
âWell if it isnât then what am I doing looking at a goddessâ damn whatâs going on right now
âGeez donât you got the pick up lines when youâre literally gasping for airâ
Sheâs funny, and really pretty
âOkay, Tara here you goâ Her and that extra inhaler
I mean it definitely feels way better when I can breathe thatâs for sure, but every time I look at her I loose my breath anyways so I donât really see the point in it.
âYou good Tara?â So kind
âHuh, oh yeahâ me and my dumbass self
âOkay good⊠what are you doing running out here with a backpack on anyways?â Looking for a princess like you
âOh- uhm Iâm running late for schoolâ
âHuh, I didnât know there was school on Saturdaysâ shit of course itâs Saturday, thatâs why my alarm didnât go off.
âOh⊠I forgot it was Saturdayâ oh my god you sound like an idiot Tara!
âHuh, well you need a ride to get home?â I think Iâm gonna faint
âUhm I mean if youâre willing toâ Oh. My. God.
âI mean if you want me toâ of course I do beautiful.
âUh I mean yeah sureâ
âOkay, yeah, alright uhm my cars over thereâ
âRight! Right, I gotta get upâ oh my god sheâs reaching out her hand towards me, oh Iâm gonna die when I get home
âThanksâ
âYeah, no problemâ She seems kinda shy.. itâs probably nothing Iâm over analyzing
âDamn this car seat is comfyâ no like holy shit this is comfy
âYeah, I know, theyâre custom seats.â Of course they are
âAnyways where do you live?â Oh right!
âOh uhm itâs uhhâ me and my damn it stuttering
âYou wanna go eat instead? I mean you must be hungry from all that running, and I donât mean to-â aww sheâs so cute I canât believe I survived without her before
âIâd love to go out with you- I mean yeah Iâm down to go eat with youâ what the hell Tara
âHuh, right, anyways where should we go?â Shit I donât know
âUhm, letâs go toooooooâŠâ I have no idea where to go eat
âHow about we drive around and figure out where to eat..?â Phew!
âYeah I think thatâs probably the better ideaâ sheâs really smart⊠she could be my wife..
OKAY NO Tara get yourself together. You cannot do this. But sheâs so perfect.. maybe just maybe. I canât even fight it anymore.. I need her. I need Y/n.
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Oh my god. A lot has happened in the past two months. The meaning behind this new account is between the warnings and the summary at the top.
Sorry for the short post! Theyâll be way more sooner!
I have a three part series for Astrid Deetz, the last two parts will probably come out after the movie is released because I canât really get much off of her character just from the trailer
Anyways hope you guys have had a nice day!
#jenna ortega x reader#jenna ortega x y/n#jenna ortega x fem!reader#jenna ortega x you#tara carpenter x female reader#tara carpenter x reader#tara carpenter x y/n#tara carpenter x you#tara carpenter
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