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"Currahee"

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June 1942 – Camp Toccoa, Georgia

The humid Georgia air is thick as Easy Company stands in formation with all of their gear. Rene is standing in the back attempting to discreetly move his left leg to scratch his right calf without making it obvious. He brings his foot down, standing straight, at attention, as Captain Sobel walks up, moving in front of the company, "you people are at the position of attention!" Sobel walks between the men, stopping in front of Perconte who moves his gun, getting it ready for inspection. Sobel looks down at Perconte, "Private Perconte, have you been blousing your trousers over your boots like a paratrooper?"

"No, sir."

"Then explain the creases at the bottom."

Rene's eyebrows crease slightly, wondering how Sobel could have been able to see creases, "no excuse, sir."

Sobel looks up, looking around at the other men, "volunteering for the parachute infantry is one thing, Perconte," Sobel looks back at Perconte, "but you've got a long way to prove that you belong here. Your weekend pass is revoked." Sobel turns, walking off, looking for someone else to stop in front of. He stops in front of Luz, "name?"

"Luz, George."

Luz moves, getting his gun ready for inspection before Sobel grabs it, barely looking at it before tossing it back to Luz, "dirt in the rear side aperture. Pass revoked." Sobel moves on, looking over the other men again, before turning around, only to stop next to Lipton. Sobel moves closer, grabbing onto a piece of string from Lipton's sleeve, holding it up to him, "when did you sew on these chevrons, Sergeant Lipton?"

"Yesterday, sir."

"Long enough to notice this." Sobel brings his hand up next to Lipton's face, "revoked."

"Sir."

Sobel moves on, standing in front of Malarkey, "name?"

Malarkey moves, getting his gun ready for inspection, "Malarkey, Donald G."

Sobel grabs the gun, raising an eyebrow slightly, "Malarkey? Malarkey's slang for bullshit, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"Rust on the butt plate hinge spring, Private Bullshit." Sobel toss's the gun back at Malarkey, "revoked." He moves on, "name?"

"Liebgott, Joseph D., sir."

Sobel looks down, reaching to grab Liebgott's bayonet. He holds it up, looking at it for a moment before speaking, "rusty bayonet, Liebgott. You wanna kill Germans?"

"Yes, sir."

Sobel smacks the bayonet against Liebgott's helmet, causing him to flinch lightly, "not with this." Sobel walks away, moving to stand in front of the company, yelling now to speak to the whole company, "I wouldn't take this rusty piece of shit to war, and I will not take you to war in your condition." Sobel throws Liebgott's bayonet down to the ground, pointing towards the company, "now, thanks to these men and their infractions, every man in the Company who had a weekend pass, has lost it." Sobel pauses for a moment, "change into your PT gear, we're running Currahee."

Sobel turns, walking away and leaving the men to their platoon leaders. Winters turns towards Second Platoon, "Second Platoon fall out. You have two minutes."

"Fall out!" Rene grabs his gun up, turning to jog to his barracks with the rest of the company moving towards their own barracks.

Rene takes his O.D's off, already having his PT gear on underneath it, having learned from previous experience it's the most efficient way to live in Toccoa with Sobel. Rene folds his O.D's, setting them on his cot as he sits down, leaning down to tie his boots back up. He pauses as he hears Perconte speak, "I ain't going up that hill."

Rene rolls his eyes as the door slams open, Martin walking in, a small glare on his face, "hey, Perconte, what are you thinking of, blousin' your pants?"

Rene looks up at Martin as he walks by, Perconte responding, "shut up, Martin, alright? He gigged everybody."

Rene looks back down at his shoes, as Martin scoffs, "yeah, well, you should know better. Don't give him no excuses."

"Excuses? Why don't you come here, look at these trousers, get down and tell me there's a crease in 'em." Rene looks up again as Perconte stands up before he notices White still in his O.D's.

Rene stands up, looking between Martin and Perconte, "guys, c'mon, this is bullshit, and you know it. But, that ain't any reason to argue with each other about it."

The two look at Rene, and Perconte is about to say something back to Rene when Lipton's voice comes through the barracks, "alright, let's go, on the road in PT formation. Let's move, move, move." Rene and Perconte hold eye contact, having a small staring contest, neither giving in as the men around them quickly make their way out the door. Lipton sighs as he looks between the two, "Perconte, let's go, Perconte." Rene stays where he is as he watches Perconte aggressively undo his jacket and takes it off. "Flores, c'mon, that means you too." Rene glances at White before looking back at Lipton and walking out the door, jogging to catch up to the others.

Sobel's voice is loud and grating, as he yells at the men, causing Rene to wince lightly, "where do we run?"

The men yell back as they run, "Currahee!"

"What does Currahee mean?"

"We stand alone!"

"How far up, how far down?"

"Three miles up, three miles down!"

"And what company is this?"

"Easy Company!"

"And what do we do?"

Rene rolls his eyes, "stand alone!"

Rene hears someone yell out, before hearing Sobel yell, "do not help that man! Do not help that man. We do not stop. You've got thirteen minutes to get to the top of this mountain if you wanna serve in the paratroopers. Hi-ho, Silver!"

Luz, who's running next to Rene glances over at him before glancing at the others around him he can see. Luz looks back at Rene, wondering how Rene doesn't seem affected by Currahee the same way everyone else is. The men around them are struggling to breathe, struggling to even run anymore, and Rene, it looks like he makes Currahee seem like the easiest thing in the world.

Rene runs behind Bull, following Perconte, and Luz as they run up to the stone at the top of the mountain. Rene rolls his eyes as he hears Sobel's voice yell out, "we are coming on twenty-three minutes. That may be good enough for the rest of the Five-O-Six, but that is not good enough for Easy Company."

Rene pushes his food around with his fork, not actually eating anything as he looks around, observing the men around him as they eat their food. Rene watches as the men become quickly acquainted, acting as if they hadn't just recently met each other. He internally grimaces, beginning to hate his lack of social skills even more than he had growing up.

Rene looks up, being brought out of his thoughts as someone sits in front of him. Joe Toye. Rene never talked to the man, only saw him around camp and heard others talk about him. The two sit in silence, both discreetly glancing at the other until Joe speaks up, "I'm Joe Toye."

Rene looks over at him, slightly surprised he broke the silence. Rene stares at him for a moment, blinking, before responding, "Rene Flores."

"Where are you from?"

Rene gives him a confused look, "uh, San Diego. You?"

"Houghestown. It's in Pennsylvania."

"Pennsylvania?"

"Yeah, you've been there?"

Rene chuckles, shaking his head, with a soft smile on his face, "no. Never met anyone from there either."

"Yeah? Well, now you can't say that."

Rene shrugs, "I guess." The two sit in silence again, only this time it isn't awkward. It's relatively comfortable for the two, until Rene breaks the silence, "what did you do before this? I mean like for work."

"I was a coal miner. Then I enlisted before deciding to join the paratroopers."

"So you were already in the army?"

"Yeah, went through training and everything, but I wanted some more money so," Joe shrugs, "I figured why not."

Rene smiles at him, "yeah, a double volunteer?" Joe nods slowly, as Rene tilts his head, shrugging a shoulder, "why not, right?"

Joe gives him a smirk, before he nods towards Rene, "what did you do?"

"I worked for anyone who would give me the time of day. Newspaper boy, construction, delivery."

"You go to school?"

Rene shakes his head, "no, I went when I was younger, but I stopped after my mom died."

"My dad made me drop out in Junior high, so I could work in the coal mines."

Rene purses his lips, "damn."

Joe looks Rene over, "you got any hobbies?"

Rene squints his eyes at Joe, "I like drawing."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Maybe you can show me someday, Re?"

Rene makes a confused face, breathing out, "Re?" He looks up, grinning at Joe, "yeah. Maybe, Joey." Joe smirks at Rene as silence comes over the two again, neither minding it. The two know a bond formed between the two, one that didn't need words spoken to be true. The two quickly understood each other, both knowing this was the start of something neither of them had felt before, the start of a friendship that would make them closer to each other, than the brothers they were surrounded by.

Rene is laying on his cot, messing around with his lighter, listening to the men as they play poker. Luz continues glancing over at Rene, before leaning into the men and speaking quietly, "we should ask him to join."

Rene glances over, noticing they had become quiet. Perconte looks over at Luz, giving him a look, "why would we do that?"

Luz shrugs, "I don't know, we can't hate the kid forever."

"We don't hate the kid. We just don't like 'im."

Hoobler shakes his head, as he looks over at Perconte, "why? It's not like he's all that bad. He really helps when we run Currahee."

Luz nods, "he's pretty good at giving us motivation."

Randleman looks over at Rene, catching his eye. Rene smiles softly at him, which Randleman returns before gesturing with his head to the open seat next to him. Rene scrunches his face before shaking his head and returning to messing around with his lighter. He takes a deep breath before looking back over at the group, I can't just expect them to accept me. I've got to put my own energy into it too. He nods to himself as a way of reassuring himself, before standing up, moving towards the group. Randleman grins at Rene as he walks up, "can I join?"

The men look up at Rene, not expecting him to come over. Randleman chuckles, gesturing to the spot between him and Martin, "there's an open seat for you right here."

Rene sits down fidgeting with his hands as he looks over the cards. Luz looks over at him, "you know how to play?"

Rene shakes his head, "my dad tried to teach me. I got so confused, so I became the only one in the family that doesn't know how to play."

Randleman chuckles, "we'll teach you." Rene thanks him, as he begins to tell Rene the rules, explaining what was happening as the men around them played.

"Flores?" Rene's head snaps up, looking at Luz, "where you from?"

"San Diego."

"You got any siblings?"

Rene tightens his lips before pursuing them and shaking his head, "I have a brother and a sister, both of 'em enlisted in the Marines."

"You got any hobbies?"

Rene furrows his eyebrows, "what's all the questions for? This some kind of interrogation?"

Martin shakes his head, turning to Rene, "we just want to get to know you, Flores."

Rene shakes his head with a confused face, tilting his head slightly, "why? I ain't anythin' special." Rene doesn't know it, but his words are what tells the men around him exactly what they need to know.

The game is over, and the men decided to call it quits on cards for the night. Rene is still sitting with Luz, Martin, Randleman, and Perconte all of them sitting in silence for a bit, none knowing what to say. Rene clears his throat, as he shuffles the deck of cards for something to do, "my whole life, my family called me Bean."

The four men exchange looks, not expecting Rene to say that. Luz shakes his head, "why?"

Rene shrugs before Martin shakes his head, "why are you tellin us that?"

"I don't know. You were the ones who wanted to know more about me. I figured it was somethin' interesting. We can forget I said it though if it ain't helpful."

Perconte smirks, "nah, Bean, it was plenty helpful." Rene looks up, surprised as he stares at Perconte for a moment before grinning at him. Perconte returns the grin, something the others around them never expected as they knew whatever Perconte had against Rene, is gone.

The company is on their usual Friday night march in their full gear. Rene's marching next to Bull who speaks up, "I'm gonna say somethin'."

Luz looks over, "to who?"

Rene shakes his head and looks back forward after glancing at Bull, "besides, what do you think is gonna happen?"

Bull ignores the two, calling out, "Lieutenant Winters."

"What is it?"

"Permission to speak, sir?"

"Permission granted."

"Sir, we got nine companies, sir."

"That we do."

"Well, how come we're the only company marching every Friday night, twelve miles, full pack, in the pitch dark?"

"Why do you think, Private Randleman?"

"Lieutenant Sobel hates us, sir." Rene snickers, his eyes widening slightly, not expecting someone to say that, especially Bull.

"Lieutenant Sobel does not hate Easy Company, Private Randleman." There's a pause, "he just hates you."

There's scattered laughter from the company, as Bull nods, "thank you, sir." Rene snickers, smiling slightly, grateful to have Winters in their company who knows exactly what to say to the men.

After finishing the march, the men are standing in formation in front of Sobel. Rene stands next to Bull, beginning to get a chill from the cool air and rain hitting his sweaty skin. Sobel's voice is shrill as he speaks from where he stands next to Winters, "Lieutenant Winters, I want canteens out of belts with the caps unscrewed."

"Easy Company, canteens out and open." Rene reaches to his hip, grabbing his canteen, opening it.

"On my command, they will pour the contents onto the ground."

"On the CO's order, you will upend your canteen."

"Now, Lieutenant."

"Pour 'em." Rene flips his canteen over, the water flowing out. Rene moves his eyes, watching the water come out of the canteen, his tongue sticking to the roof of his mouth as his thirst hits him with full force. Rene takes a deep breath before bringing his eyes back to the front.

Rene cringes lightly as Sobel quickly moves between the men, yelling, "who is this?" There is a slight pause before Sobel begins yelling again, " Christensen! Why is there no water in your canteen? You drank from your canteen, didn't you?"

"Sir, I—"

Sobel cuts Christensen off, "Lieutenant Winters."

Winters speaks from where he's standing in front of the company, "yes, sir."

"Was this man ordered to not drink from his canteen during the Friday night march?"

"He was, sir."

"Private Christensen, you have disobeyed a direct order. You will fill your canteen and repeat all twelve miles of the march immediately."

"Yes, sir."

"Fall out!" Rene winces as Sobel screams before watching Sobel move back to the front and bring Winters aside, talking quietly with him, before walking away.

Rene stands in front of Sobel in his full gear, as Sobel glares down at him, "why are you here, Private Flores."

Rene's voice is louder than normal, not wanting Sobel to think he's intimidated by him, "I'm gonna be in the airborne, sir."

Sobel nods, "then prove it. You have forty-five minutes to the top and back. I will be watching you."

Rene nods once, "yes, sir." He steps around Sobel and begins running towards Currahee.

After running up and back down Currahhe, Rene stops, standing face to face with Sobel, his breathing slightly uneven from the run. Rene's surprised to see Sobel standing there, actually timing him, but soon his surprise turns to annoyance as Sobel stares at the stopwatch in his hand. He looks at Rene, his eyebrows scrunched together, "forty-six minutes and fifty-one seconds, Private Flores. Again."

Rene takes a deep breath before he gives Sobel a nod, "yes, sir." He turns around, rolling his eyes as soon as he knows Sobel can't see him and begins to run up Currahee again.

When Rene makes it back down in front of Sobel, his breathing is heavier than it ever had been after running Currahee. Sobel's voice shows his annoyance as he speaks again, "forty-six minutes and three seconds. Private Flores, this is not good. I thought you could run fast, however, this is a disgrace. Again. How can you think you can become a paratrooper if you can't even run in the right amount of time."

Rene nods again, sniffling lightly as his nose runs from the drizzle falling, "sorry, sir. It won't happen again, sir."

"It better not, I can't stay out here all night, Private Flores. Again."

"Yes, sir." Rene turns around again, his eyes widening in annoyance as he forces his body to move. The exhaustion begins to flow through his body as he tries to run again, but he pushes himself, not wanting to prove Sobel right.

The third time Rene finishes running Currahee, he believes he may never catch his breath. As he comes to a stop in front of Sobel, he struggles to calm himself down as he pants loudly while Sobel gives him a nod, "forty-three minutes and seventeen seconds. Private Flores, why didn't you do that the first time, instead of wasting my time like this?"

Rene takes a deep breath before he coughs and gulps, "no excuse, sir."

Sobel nods, looking Rene over, "you will run Currahee once more for wasting my time, then you are dismissed, Private Flores."

"Thank you, sir." Rene watches as Sobel walks away before turning and staring up at Currahee, breathing out as his body seems to deflate from disappointment. He takes a deep breath, before slowly starting up the hill, at least this one isn't timed.

Rene takes a deep breath before he coughs and gulps, "no excuse, sir."

Sobel nods, looking Rene over, "you will run Currahee once more for wasting my time, then you are dismissed, Private Flores."

Luz looks at Rene's cot, not seeing anything on it like he usually would. He turns to look at the other men, pointing at the cot, "where's Bean?" After the night of poker, the men started calling Rene, Bean, which seemed to have caught on with the men from other platoons as well. Even for the men who haven't really interacted with him, Bean became the way people referred to him.

Martin looks at the cot before looking at Luz, shrugging, "I didn't see him in the mess hall."

Perconte turns, "someone said they saw him talking with Sobel."

"Shit, really?"

Suddenly, the door opens and Rene walks in, his gear muddy from tripping on his run and the rain with his helmet in his hand. The men take him in, seeing how he looks dead on his feet, with his face pale, his eyes squinting, and drenched in a mixture of sweat and rain. "Jesus Christ," Luz breathes out. Rene takes a deep breath, keeping his gaze on the floor as he makes his way to his cot, tossing his gun and helmet onto his cot before falling face first onto it.

Luz gulps, his worry for his friends skyrocketing as Perconte speaks, "the fuck happened to you?"

Rene turns his head, to face Martin who's in the cot next to him, "I hope jumping out of an airplane is fun."

Martin gives him a look mixed between amusement and concern, "what happened?"

Rene sighs before he turns his head to face his cot again, letting out a loud groan before he turns and begins to slowly stand up. His movements are slow as he begins taking his gear off, showing the men around him just how exhausted he is.

"Bean, what did you just do?"

Rene takes his jacket off, turning to Luz, "George, I just ran Currahee four fucking times."

"Why?"

Rene puts his helmet on the shelf, hanging his jacket up, before moving his gun. As he begins to get undressed, he turns to the men, "I don't know, apparently I had to prove that I could run and that I wanted to be in the airborne. Pretty much the same thing he did to Gordon. Apparently, we don't work hard enough to show that we want to be here." Rene moves, sliding into his cot and immediately falling asleep. The others look at each other, extremely concerned for Rene. He's proven he deserved to be there on many occasions, he hasn't been the best at PT, but he does extra work to ensure he can show Sobel up by not giving him a reason to call Rene out. There were many instances where some of the men would wake up in the middle of the night and spot Rene doing push ups on the ground in front of his cot, just to be able to keep up with everyone during PT.

Rene sits between Joe and Malarkey in the mess hall, playing with his food as he struggles to stay awake. Luz, Perconte, and Guarnere sit across from the three when Luz looks up from his tray, giving Rene a confused look, "hey, Re, how—"

Joe cuts Luz off, his voice low with annoyance, "what did you just call him?" Joe stares at Luz, as the men sitting around them, turn to watch them.

Rene's eyes widen as he looks down awkwardly at his tray, clearly not expecting Joe to respond like that. Luz looks between the two, his face crinkling in confusion, "I, uh, I called him 'Re'."

Joe shakes his head, "you don't get to call him Re, only I do."

Rene's head comes up, looking at Joe with a small smile, as his voice is teasing, "aw, Joey, you make me feel so special."

Joe's hand comes up, pushing Rene's head away, "no I don't, you're loosin' your mind, Re."

Rene's head hits Malarkey's shoulder, causing Rene to look up at him, shaking his head, "sorry." Malarkey shrugs, looking over at Guarnere who's looking between Joe and Rene. No one really knew when they got close enough to have their own nicknames, but, apparently, no one was gonna use them but each other. Rene looks up to Luz, "what were you gonna ask me?"

Luz shrugs, "I was gonna ask how you managed to get so good at running?"

Rene nods, taking a bite of food, "my brother was on the track team in school. I didn't have too many friends and since I stopped going to school, I would get super bored, so I would always run with him. My dad and my sister would make bets about whether I could keep up with him." Rene smiles lightly as he takes a bite of the peaches, before scrunching his face as he swallows hard, "fuck, those are gross." Joe chuckles, reaching over to grab the rest of the peaches from Rene's tray.

Rene is sitting on his cot, still in his muddy O. D's, not having a chance to shower yet. He grabs a cigarette, lighting it before grabbing his notebook and a pencil. Rene opens his notebook, beginning to draw parts of the barracks, as Martin walks in, sitting on his cot next to Rene's. He sits there for a moment, watching Rene, before finally speaking up, "what are you doin'?"

Rene looks up at Martin, talking slowly, "I'm drawing?"

Martin raises an eyebrow, "are you asking me?"

Rene's eyebrows crinkle, still talking slowly, "no?"

Martin purses his lips, his voice going monotoned, "really?"

Rene gulps, looking back down at his notebook, "sorry."

"What are you sorry for, Flores? You ain't done nothing wrong. What are you drawing?" Martin pauses as he looks around the barracks, "there ain't really anything to draw in here."

Rene shrugs, "just things. A mix of things." Rene flips the page of his notebook, turning it to face Martin who looks surprised Rene is showing a drawing to him.

Martin looks at the drawing, seeing different parts of the barracks put together, almost like a collage. Martin looks the drawing over, seeing how Rene manages to get the barracks to look so different yet so real. Martin's eyes widened, "shit. Bean, this is amazing."

Rene smiles sheepishly, looking down again, "thanks, Mar."

"Mar?" Rene looks up, shrugging, as the two share a smile. Martin clears his throat, glancing around the barracks, "when, uh, when did you and Toye get so close?"

Rene makes a face, "what d'you mean?"

"I mean, I heard about what happened the other day in the mess hall. When Toye pretty much told the whole company that he was the only one to call you Re."

Rene shrugs, "honestly, that surprised me. I don't really know when we got close. I mean, I guess if I had called one of you my best friend, it would be Joe." Rene looks over at George, who's listening in on their conversation while laying on his cot, "no offense."

Luz shrugs, "eh, I understand, we all see it. It was like you guys just instantly understood each other."

Rene stands in line to get his food, only for his face to scrunch up as he looks down the line, seeing what's getting put onto the plates of the other men. Rene moves up, watching as the noodles are put on his plate, the sauce following after. He looks up meeting the eyes of Winters in the kitchen, causing Rene to raise an eyebrow, to which Winters shrugs back. Rene grimaces before turning and walking away towards the table. He sits down next to Dittrich, grabbing his fork, taking a bite, before making a face and putting the fork down, speaking in Spanish, "fuck, I don't like spaghetti, then you add ketchup to the mix."

George turns to look at Rene from his spot next to Perconte, "Bean, we have no idea what you just said."

Rene looks at George before he shrugs, clearly not caring. Dittrich speaks up, his voice annoyed, "this stuff is orange. Spaghetti ain't supposed to be orange."

Rene scrunches his face, "this ain't spaghetti."

Perconte nods, "yeah, this is Army noodles with ketchup."

Guarnere walks over, sliding into the seat across from Rene, "you ain't gotta eat it."

Rene nods, taking a bite of his bread, "I know, I ain't gonna."

Perconte and Guarnere look at Rene before Perconte looks at Guarnere, "oh, c'mon, Gonorrhea, as a fellow Italian, you should know that calling this crap spaghetti is a mortal sin."

Hoobler turns around from the table behind them, reaching for Perconte's plate, "you don't want it, I'll have it."

He makes a move to grab Perconte's plate, but Perconte grabs it up and takes it out of Hoobler's reach, "no, no, no, I'm eating here."

Guarnere nudges Hoobler, "hey, get outta here." Hoobler turns and sits back down causing Rene to snicker as he takes another bite of his bread.

The sound of a whistle blowing causes all movement and sound in the mess hall to cease. Rene looks up to see Sobel walking in, "orders changed, get up!" Rene and the rest of the company stand up at attention, Rene continuing to chew the bread in his mouth, "lectures are canceled." Sobel begins to walk between the tables, "Easy Company is running up Currahee." Rene and Guarnere give each other a look of annoyance before Guarnere brings his head down to his chest, "move, move!" The company begins to rush out, "three miles up, three miles down. Hi-ho, Silver! Let's go, let's go."

After running for a little bit, the men of Easy are feeling the effects of running after eating spaghetti. Hoobler pukes next to Rene, who scrunches his face up from the sight of the orange puke. Rene glances over at Hoobler, "you're okay, Hoob. You got this. We gotta prove to him nothing can stop us."

Rene makes a face as Sobel runs up behind them, not at all hiding his feeling as Sobel yells, "you're a washout, Private Hoobler! You should pack up both your ears and go home." Rene takes a deep breath, catching Sobel's attention causing him to move and yell in Rene's ear, "Private Flores, can you run Currahee now? You want to quit, don't you? You can quit anytime you want, Flores." Rene closes his eyes tightly for a moment before opening them back up. Sobel moves towards the back, "looks like Gordon's done. Aren't you, Gordon? You finished? You do not deserve to get your wings." Sobel moves forward again, this time running in front, yelling at Bull, "Private Randleman, you look tired. There's an ambulance waiting for you at the bottom of the hill. It can all be over right now. No more pain, no more Currahee. No more Captain Sobel."

Rene takes a deep breath before opening his mouth, beginning to call out, hearing George do the same, "we pull upon the risers," the rest of the company joins in, "we fall upon the grass, we never land upon our feet, we always hit out ass." Sobel runs in front of George for a moment, surprised he would get the men to start chanting, before moving to run along the side of the company, slowing down as he watches them all running through their pain. "Hidee hidee, Christ almighty, who the hell are we? Zim-Zam, godddamn we're Airborne Infantry." Rene glances over, seeing how Sobel stopped, watching them run by before continuing, "we pull upon the risers, we fall upon the grass, we never land upon our feet, we always hit our ass. Hidee tidee, Christ almighty, who the hell are we?" Rene yells out louder, hoping to motivate some of the men, "zim-Zam, god damn, we're Airborne Infantry. Hey!"

"So, do we feel like we're ready to be army paratroopers?" Rene sits in between Bill and Popeye, the parachute on his back pulling him down, closer to the ground as he squints up at the instructor standing in front of the group.

The men speak in sync, "yes, Sergeant."

"I hope so. This'll be the first of five exits from a C-47 aircraft scheduled for today. Upon the successful completion of your fifth and final jump, you'll be certified Army Paratroopers. There'll be a lot of men dropping from the sky today. Hopefully, under deployed canopies." Rene snickers slightly, yeah, hopefully. The Sergent gestures to the chalkboard behind him, "jumping from one-thousand feet AGL, in sticks of twelve jumpers per aircraft. All you have to do is remember what you were taught," he pauses for a moment, "and I will guarantee you gravity will take care of the rest. And, gentlemen, rest assured, any refusals in the aircraft or at the door and I guarantee you, you will be out of the Airborne."

Rene takes a deep breath, picking at his fingers as he sits on the plane. He looks over towards the door, seeing the light turn red and his heart stops for a moment as the jump sergeant stands up, calling out, "get ready!" Rene grabs his clip in his shaky hand, sitting forward in his seat as he gulps. "Stand up." Rene stands up with everyone else, turning to face the front of the plane. "Hook up." Rene brings the hook up to the wire running through the middle of the plane, hooking onto it, struggling lightly as he tries to get his hand to stop shaking. "Check equipment!" Rene moves, checking the equipment for Martin, who's in front of him, his mind racing at the possibility of Martin's equipment not being good and being the reason something goes wrong. "Sound-off for equipment check!"

"Nine okay!"

"Eight okay!"

"Seven okay!"

Rene feels the tap from Hoobler on his shoulder, causing him to flinch slightly before patting Martin on the shoulder, "Six okay!"

"Five okay!"

"Four okay!"

"Three okay!"

"Two okay!"

"One okay!"

"Stand in the door!" Rene moves up with the line, as the first person, Lipton, stands at the door. The light turns green, and the jumpmaster calls out, "go, go, go!" Rene moves up with the line as more of the men jump out of the plane for their first time, "go, go, go, go, go!" Rene breathes out, standing at the door, bringing his hands to hold onto the outside of the door, just as he was taught, his heart beating loudly in his ears, his stomach rolling as he looks out below him, the jumpmaster's voice echoing in his head as he waits to hear his signal. "Go," Rene jumps, not thinking twice about it, knowing if he did, he wouldn't get out the door and he would prove Sobel right. Rene looks around as much as he can as he descends from the plane, how the hell was I so scared of this? Once he lands, he immediately reaches up and grabs the parachute, wrapping it up as quickly as possible, not wanting to get hit by other falling men.

Rene jogs to catch up to Ramirez as they make their way to the bar to celebrate, "oye, Ramirez."

Rene puts his hand onto Ramirez's shoulder, causing Ramirez to stop walking and turn to look at Rene, "what's up Bean?"

Rene smiles at the use of his nickname, slightly surprised it spread so quickly, before speaking in Spanish, "I heard what happened."

Ramirez gives him a confused look, "what happened?"

Rene nods, "in the airplane."

Ramirez nods, making a face, showing he understands what Rene is talking about now, "ah, sí. Going to tell me that I failed?"

Rene smiles at him as he glances at the group behind Ramirez, watching the two, before looking back at Ramirez. He shakes his head, "I just wanted to tell you, I think you have a lot more courage than the rest of us and you should be proud of yourself."

Ramirez's eyes widen, "seriously?"

Rene nods, "jumping the first time is one thing, but jumping after refusing is completely different."

Ramirez squints his eyes at Rene, trying to decide if he can trust him, before he grins at Rene, "gracias, Bean. I was nervous you guys would think I shouldn't be here or something."

Rene crinkles his eyebrows as he begins moving towards the group waiting for them, speaking with a scoff, "please, what kind of brothers would we be if we felt that way. If anyone gives you trouble, send them to me."

Ramirez laughs following Rene to the group, as he shakes his head, "not too good I guess. And I will." Rene laughs as they make it to the group, all of them making their way to the bar.

Rene is standing next to Joe at the bar, leaning with his back against it, watching the men around them celebrate with a small smile on his face. Rene turns his head, looking at Joe who has his head down as he faces the bar, causing Rene to chuckle, "too much to drink, Joey?"

Joe looks up at him, "fuck off, Re."

Rene smiles before he turns, facing the bar at the sound of their names, "Corporal Toye, Corporal Flores." The two look up at George who's impersonating Sobel as Joe stands straighter, "there will be no leaning in my company." George leans against the bar on the other side, getting a closer look at Joe's jump wings, "are those dusty jump wings?" Rene snickers as Joe brings his hand up, rubbing them, "how do you expect to slay the Huns with dust on your jump wings?"

Joe leans forward, grabbing onto the front of Luz's uniform, bringing him closer, before he shakes his head, "Luz, just get me a drink."

George grins at him, "hell of an idea, Joe." He looks over at Rene who shakes his head, picking up the beer he's still drinking. George nods as he reaches down, grabbing Joe a beer, setting it down on the bar, "here you go." Rene smiles as George grabs his own beer, holding it up, causing Rene and Joe to grab theirs, bringing it to meet Luz's, "three miles up, three miles down."

The three take a drink after the cheers, Rene almost choking as Sobel yells out, "ten-hut." Rene sets his glass down, quickly swallowing, turning to stand at attention.

Colonel Sink walks up to the small stage, looking over the men, "well, at ease, paratroopers." Rene moves, spreading his legs out, bringing his hands behind his back. "Good evening, Easy Company."

The men call out in sync, "evening, sir."

"Now, Parachute Infantry is a brand new concept in American military history. But by God, the Five-O-Six is gonna forge that brand new concept into victory."

"Yes, sir."

"I want you to know that I'm damned proud of each and every one of you." Rene grabs a beer, moving to hand it to Grant, "now, you deserve this party." Grant hands Sink the beer, "thank you, Sergeant Grant."

Grant gives him a nod, "sir."

"So, I want you to have fun, and remember our motto. Currahee!"

The men hold their drinks up, calling out, "Currahee!" Rene laughs before finishing his beer off, setting the now empty glass on the bar.

Joe turns, wrapping an arm around Rene's shoulder, "we did it, Re. We're fucking paratroopers."

"What is it, Re?"

Rene glances at George who leans back against the bar, listening in as Rene lowers his voice lightly, "I, uh, when I joined, I was scared of heights."

Joe looks surprised, glancing at George, who's also surprised before looking back at Rene, raising an eyebrow, "really?" Rene nods, causing Joe to shake his head, "why the hell did you join?"

Rene shrugs, "I ain't too sure, I just know that when I looked out the door, I had no idea what I was so scared of."

The three laugh as Joe shakes his head, "only you would join the airborne even though you're scared of heights."

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xjulixred45x · 4 months ago

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Since you write for TOH and write for Character!readers too, can I request Luz, Amity and Hunter with an Angel dust reader? I saw the one you wrote for a Stolas reader and I was hoping if you could do this too.

Hello! Yes that's right! Thanks for the Request

(I JUST KEEP SOME TRAITS FORM ANGEL OF THE PULOT BC LETS BEING HONEST, THE CANON ANGEL SHOULDN'T BE LET NEAR CHILDREN)

Luz Noceda, Amity Blight and Hunter with a Angel Dust Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: male

Warnings: Reader has a horrible family life so acts like a jerk to cope, it's not a excuse thoug. References to toxic relationships on both sides, fluff-comfort.

Luz Noceda

Luz was probably the second to interact with the reader. just sharing a table in the beast handling class.

reader specializes in controlling small animals and insects, mainly arachnids.

so OBVIOUSLY Luz was VERY interested in it right away.

However, it was quite difficult to interact with the reader.

not because he distanced himself from people, at all, but rather that he used extreme...methods to get attention.

like using a giant spider creature to tie someone to the ceiling for example (and refusing to let them go for the rest of the week) or stealing things from other people's cabinets with small spiders.

and of course, there was the reader himself.

He acted extravagantly and exaggeratedly, but Luz could tell that he really just wanted attention, no matter if it was positive or negative. It made her sad.

so she decided to be his friend!

They're like Angel and Charlie fanon basically.

The reader goes to the owl house when he wants to get away from his own family, to the pleasure of Luz and the concern of Eda.

He is partly a bad influence friend, but more than anything because he doesn't know better (or rather his own family doesn't want him to improve no matter how screwed up he is).

Luz teaches him more about empathy and respect, so he tries to apply it to certain situations that he finds favorable. and to a certain extent it works, he no longer messes with the students like before.

READER.LOVES.A.KING. She tickles him, she holds him like a baby, she makes him spider-themed clothes, she finds him so adorable!

Luz sees this and KNOWS that there is something good with reader, it is a fact.

Luz is also very protective of the reader when it comes to her family or certain relationships that put her in trouble, she won't think twice before getting in front of the reader and taking out the glyphs.

and Luz also defends him from those who still hate him for his bad jokes or previous attitude. He is learning and improving, but really appreciates the extra help.

although he still needs help to know that it is not just a project for Luz and that they are still friends:'(

Imagine the reader speaking in Italian (context: Angel from the pilot is from the Italian mafia) and Luz speaking in Spanish together🥺some words are similar, so it would be fun if they spoke a strange mixture to tell inside jokes without anyone understanding(Eda is very proud).

Luz and reader have definitely pulled a few pranks on Hootie in retaliation for eating some of reader's pet spiders (may they rest in peace) and have a good time.

Hootie no but that's another story lol

reader is definitely the guy who makes Luz THIS FACE 😏 when he notices her crush on Amity and collects information about her as if he were the fucking CIA and the FBI TOGHETER.

he's a surprisingly good wingman lol.

Overall, it is a very healthy and sweet pair.

Amity Blight

oh boy...

probably the one who first met the reader.

and even A LOT OF POTENTIAL as he could.

since the reader's family is full of gangsters - I mean, BUSINESS MEN, so it wouldn't be strange to think that Odalia would be interested in their... services.

and thanks to this Amity has interacted with the reader since they were both children. both with their different demons to deal with.

On the one hand, Amity had her toxic mother and absent father, but at least she had her brothers as allies...sometimes.

That was the first thing she noticed as a reader.

He doesn't have ANYONE.

His brothers reject him, his father hates him and his mother does not even figure, he is alone against them, against the world.

He and Amity identify with each other and become "allies" from a young age.

not friends, just allies.

allies for when the other needs something, whether socially or...in other things.

I would say that while Amity is a bully, reader is a mean Girl. and who Amity genuinely likes, since they understand each other in more personal ways.

Thanks to this, the reader has more immunity to his practical jokes and even Amity finds some of them funny when they are directed at the right person.

but eventually Amity matures, and so does the reader, and they begin to see each other more closely, because if there is anyone who knows what they go through, it is the other.

Amity fears being rejected, yes, but it is something that the reader also feels, they both demonstrate it in different ways. one seeking approval, one seeking attention.

so Amity tries to make it clear to the reader that you don't have to be special or fall into a category to get attention, you just have to be genuine with it.

They both definitely go to the library to relax, I don't think the reader reads Azura but he listens to Amity rave about her.

Amity will also probably suggest that the reader get a job there so they can be away from their family. like her.

The reader, even with all her flaws, makes it clear to Amity that she doesn't have to be outstanding either, in fact he likes her more when she's a book nerd or when they're out of school, when it's THEM.

Amity definitely goes straight to violence when the reader's family tries to hurt him :)

They are definitely both divas when they are together.

I can see the reader being that friend who helps you choose an outfit, and does that with Amity constantly (or helps her dye her hair)

They both match lol.

The reader likes Amity's palisman, constantly putting it in a bag and walking it (much to Amity's concern).

When Amity goes through the situation with her family, you can bet that reader has an army of spiders after him as he breaks into Blight Industries😅

and he is also the one who cheers the loudest for Amity in the fighting tournament.

in general, two children from dysfunctional homes being functional with each other💜

Hunter

definitely the one who met the reader last.

and probably by the time he had already settled into the Hex squad group.

or else..

Let's say they met when the Flyer Derby happened. reader decided that he would give Willow a hand because he couldn't find Luz or Amity (and thanks to his familiarity with spiders, he can imitate several of their movements IN THE AIR very well).

and Hunter knows him like that, like a teammate.

Similar to Vainy, Reader relies primarily on defense, but uses something...peculiar.

"SPIDER SHOTS LOSERS HAHAHAHAHAH"

Yep, he can basically launch spiders like they were projectiles.

Hunter must have been like "look at that potential"

although in general everything was half ruined when he wanted to make them have the secret of the emperor's coven and all that...

The next time the reader saw Hunter was in Hollow Mind, because he was at Luz's house.

He definitely laughed at how Hunter was talking to Flipjack🤣

but when Luz and Hunter returned from Belos' mind, reader could SEE the trauma in Hunter's eyes, the PURE FEAR.

and he felt...bad for him...

Let's say that thanks to this he is one of the quickest to accept Hunter into the Hexquad, not only because of his genuine repentance, but because he reflects a little of himself in him.

and Hunter is no stranger to this.

When Hunter asks the reader why, he is honest, telling him how he used to do exactly the same thing as a defense mechanism, hurting others to feel better, to satisfy others...

...and they still hurt you and leave you behind...they make you feel worse about yourself...

Hunter can relate this to Belos, but realizes that the reader goes through this with his own family and also empathizes.

Both are a strange duo, Hunter alternates between being the most intimidating to being the one who protects the reader tooth and nail (for a change)

Hunter definitely has trouble understanding reader humor, but he thinks her spider-themed outfits are incredible.

low key, he envies her ability to sew, but eventually they both embroider things to pass the time and do bonding.

Without realizing it, Hunter begins to adopt some humor to joke with his reader😅 everyone fears for their lives.

The reader definitely teaches Hunter certain mechanisms that help him in a healthy way to manage trauma and panic attacks, whether it is mind fullness, breathing, physical exercises, lists, etc.

reader LOVES Flipjack and you can bet he makes him clothes (and he also makes clothes to honor him when what happens happens :')).

FOR GOD, READER HAS TO TEACH HUNTER FASHION SENSE.

I think they could even both do sparring or play flyer derby when they're very bored, or the old cabar un oyo, boy stuff.

In general, Hunter empathizes with the reader on another level, and both work based on that. a good pair of friends without a doubt :3

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speckle-meow-meow · 1 year ago

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Belos/Philip meeting reader in the episode where they go into the tide pools episode is called any where and elsewhere I think also reader is male and it’s romantic and Philip is a huge simp lol

Oh gods that's one of my favorite episodes!!! His poor nose, but Ngl in makes him hot ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[This is gonna be short ans sweet because I honestly couldn't think of anything for the longest time if you couldn't tell "OwO]

Luz is readers sibling

You honestly hand no idea where you were, one minute you were with Luz and lilith and the next you were on a beach.

You wondered trying to find your little sister but to no avail.

That was until you heard her yelling that's when you had to step in.

You saw her, lilith, and a strange man with a very big beard, he looked human like you and luz.

You walked over and greeted your sister and lilith along with the strange man who called himself philip, he asked for your help in finding something so like the good people you were you accepted.

He took you all to a temple (I dont remember much of this episode since it's been a while since I watched TOH but bear with me please)

You were amazed by the architecture it looked so dystopian, it was beautiful.

You didnt even catch Philip staring at you, he seemed to grow a liking to you. Philip wanted to know more about you.

Soon the doors opened and out came a monster you were mad and reasonably so, a man you half heartedly trusted tried to sacrifice you, your sister, and aunt!

After the whole ordeal you watched as your aunt punched him and left along with your sister, you'll catch up to them in a minute but you had one last thing to say before you left.

You got real close to his face and looked dead into his eyes before saying:

"If I ever see you again, I will do a lot worse than breaking your nose"

You left him to his thoughts his heart pounding, he'll definitely look for you. Until then he has to get stronger and reach his goals.

{Hope you liked this anon! Hearts and reblogs are always welcomed, along with questions,comments, and requesrs.}

#x reader #fluff #male reader #tad bit yandere #emperor belos x reader #philip wittebane #toh #luz nozeda #toh lilith

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myjourneytowatchgayshows · 2 years ago

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HEY GUYS, IM ON A JOURNEY TO WATCH AS MANY GAY SHOWS AS POSSIBLE! I WILL START BY ASKING FOR SUGGESTION!!

I will watch anything, cartoons, live action, anime, etc.

would like to start by asking for suggestions then i will update as i go!!!

Even if i have watched the suggestions before i will watch them again!!!!!!!!!!!

PLACE SUGGESTIONS BELOW!!

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inkfw · 1 year ago

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You are my light, which I will embrace.- Sky children of the light x Male reader

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He/Him reader Angs, healed burns of body and face

1/2

Reader always liked to go to the Rain, specifically to the Hidden Forest, since no one would bother him and he could leave whenever he wanted. The only one who knows his whereabouts is usually Daleth or Teth because they are the ones he trusts the most.

They know that their reader goes to that place because there is really something wrong with him, he holds back tears very often when I argue with Aleph because somehow… no, no, it's that he can't understand the reason for his loneliness, leaving behind the rest when it's wrong. he understands it. but he doesn't understand when he's been gone for days, he cares even if he doesn't show it…

Lamed always worries about his favorite son since he loves you very much and hates to see you cry, Ayin is the owner of the hidden forest until the day he saw you cry without the mask he went to tell the rest of the eders but he only managed to find Teth.

He already knew, he trusted everything he said, because he already smelled that something was wrong with you, but as Ayin explained Teth's face to him, he became more concerned, he did not want to continue listening and began to think of possible solutions for you.

"Hey, come here now, I need to talk to you" His tone was annoying, Aleph is and to this day he will always maintain that rude behavior with you. "Are you here? Okay…follow me and don't talk" He knows you wouldn't talk to what he remembered what Teth told him: "Don't even think about making him feel bad again, making him not go to Lluvia is already a challenge, don't ruin it now, Daleth will go with you, only he won't be there, he'll stay listening to the conversation between the two of them" Aleph nodded as if he already knew but still wanted to hear it from the Elder's mouth.

They arrived at Dawn Island

A nice quiet place, he started talking, praying he wouldn't screw up. "Daleth, you no longer need to hide…" Your voice sounded cold and soft. Aleph froze in place, flustered, Daleth appeared. "How…is it possible…Reader?" Daleth was somewhat afraid that you would do something crazy, like going back to Lluvia or going to Broken Bridge, one wrong foot in that black water and you lose the light that keeps you alive, Aleph also knew about the danger of being there.

"I'm just sorry…I also felt your concern, your pity for me, I don't need that right now I just have to go to-" I won't let you continue..and who? Aleph, he shouldn't have made the situation worse and he did it his way. Daleth went looking for help since he knew that he was not going to end well at all.

"You're not worrying everyone, that idiot Teth is worried… not all the elders are worried about you.-I'm worried, damn it!" "What?…" Your voice was transmitted in a whisper, you couldn't even see anymore and not because of the mask but because of the tears. "Yes! I'm worried about you, I don't want you to go to the hidden forest anymore, I don't want you to go to a broken bridge, those cursed waters are-If it's me that's the cause of you, tell me please, or if it's someone else, I kill him! It's just that I don't want to-" He fell silent seeing that your mask was on the ground… and you were crying silently, he saw how your burns healed but a scar remained. "I hate him so much! It's torture to breathe knowing that you're only upset with me… It bothers me, I can't take this mask off because of the injuries I gave Eden! It's so annoying!" You stop talking when you feel that he hugs you.

You try to move away but you didn't have much strength to cheer him up, you surrender to him. -Reader…it's fine…everything will be fine, I promise, I, like the boy who likes to fuck every moment-Well you understand…it doesn't matter what happened in Eden, just because it's bad doesn't mean it's horrible Seriously, I'm here, instead of Daleth, please trust me… I'm not here to make things worse- Even if they're bad, they can improve, so stay here, with everyone, with me…" He hoped the situation would improve, I wanted to reverse the situation, that you were no longer bad.

"But I don't- My mask…." You instantly turned pale, your face was uncovered, with burns and scars… you couldn't do anything since Aleph prevented you.

He put some force so you don't cover your face, he wanted to see. "Guys! Oh..damn..reader, Aleph! what happened!?" It was Daleth with Tsadi in the end, only Aleph was surprised to see Tsadi and not the Samekh twins… at least they could talk. "Honey .." Tsadi was not able to speak without feeling bad for you, because he already knew how that happened to you .. he just never revealed it to anyone .. "Kids…would you be able to leave us alone?" Aleph refuses but is dragged by Daleth.

"Tsadi…I, I…I don't!- Damn it!" Tsadi had to stay calm, he knew everything so she could be more clear in what she said. "My love, you shouldn't- you don't need to carry all the weight of guilt

let me help you, let me give you light, let me show you everything you are for my boy, you are excellent, never doubt it, okay? Let me take care of you" He knew how to calm you down, he knew what happened in Eden, the burns, king or better known as Resh… he knew every part of you and how important Resh was to you. "He would be sad if he saw you like this, don't you think? He would like you to show your face and arms more and if someone makes fun of it, believe me Teth will take care of it, so" He put a finger to wipe away your fallen tears since it's too much big, you let it all out, after that.

"Let's go back with the rest now? Everyone must be worried and I wonder if Aleph is still alive hehe come on, I'll take you" For you Tsadi and Teth were like the parents you never had. "Sure…Teth?..why are you qu-Lamed..Daleth and Aleph..?" "Daleth came along with Aleph and told us what was happening…you worried me a lot darling, even if I know you are in good hands with Tsadi-" You hugged her so tight that she cried. "No, I should thank you and everyone, after all, everyone was worried about me." Teth approached Tsadi and a little far from the challenge he said something that impacted Tsadi. "Thank you for going with them and for controlling the situation so well, I am truly grateful that I did not lose the reader or anyone, and I hope that it continues like this for many more years" "Honey..I- I love you so much! Hahahaha!" I hold the Elder by the hips and kiss him.

"Cut the crap, don't have sex here anymore- too late…" Aleph hates how lovey-dovey they can be, especially Tsadi "Leave them, they have been lovers for a long time.." Lamed, she is like a mother to you. "Yeah I guess so…" You said happy for them "Well, young Prairie, if you don't want the reader, I'll gladly marry him-" I took you in my arms and they ran away. "That will never happen!" "No, wait-! - "Let them, they are young, they need to be themselves my love" "Love" Lamded said she would always support everything equally and love everyone equally.

But…we all know that happiness doesn't last forever, even if we love the right person.

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#sky niños de la luz #gay #gay mlm #sky fanfic #sky #sky cotl #valley elders #forest elder #Isle Elder #prairie Elder #wasteland Elder #vault elder #skycolt x male reader

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creamecafe · 1 year ago

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Spanish Nicknames other than "Mi Amor" to help you guys writing Miguel O'Hara/Earth 42!Miles Fanfics or any other Latino Character x reader fanfics

Before you read the rest, I want to say there's nothing wrong with using mi amor in your fics writing Miguel O'Hara or Earth 42!Miles. It's just the repetitiveness there is in fanfics. There's so many petnames in Spanish that are so cute for couples to use and sometimes Hispanic/Latino parents use on their kids in. Spanish used gendered terms. Nicknames or adjectives that ends in the letter "o" are meant for Male and adjectives that ends in the letter "a" are meant for female. There are also nicknames in Spanish that can be used for both genders or non-gendered. This one will be Gender-Netural

Don't need at all to tag me for these nicknames. But if you want to, go ahead!

Gender Neutral

Baby = Bebé

Heart = Corazón

My life = Mi vida

My sky = Mi cielo

My sun = Mi sol

Treasure = Tesoro

Pastelito = My little cake

My light = Mi luz

Sugar = Azúcar

Cariño = Sweetheart (I know this ends in the letter "o" but it can be used for both genders!)

Dulce = Sweet

The light of my eyes = La luz de mi ojos

My little love = Amorcito (Can be used for a short!reader or a daughter or son)

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pedrostylez · 2 years ago

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The First Week

pairing: Javier Peña x fem!reader

summary: reader and Javier are coworkers that typically hate each other, but find each other helpful in relieving that stress

rating: 18+ (no minors please)

word count:4.4k

warnings etc: smut, dirty talk, light choking, unprotected p in v sex, pet names, oral male and female recieving. NO USE OF Y/N.

A/N: I debated back and forth about how I wanted to write these characters and I think this one and possibly the next 2 (?) will be all before “Mi Luz” to show the development of their relationship. Thank you for the kindness on “Before Mi Luz”, I enjoy everyone’s reactions and encouragement :)

Peña waited all week to see what you would do. He hoped you would beg, but something deep down told him that you wouldn’t do that. That not even if you had been a serious couple that you would be all over him like he was used to his previous girlfriends doing. You were too independent, too caught up in what you were doing to ever lean on someone else for help.

On Saturday and Sunday he dreamed of your mouth. Of your promises for next week, hoping that no one had in fact stepped out of the embassy while he was fucking you in the back of his Jeep. He dreamed of the noises you made and how you were a totally different person from what he saw from his desk.

On Monday he was antsy. He came into work surprisingly early-the security guards, the other workers were all surprised to see him. He just said he “needed to get a head start on paperwork.’ But when you came in you didn’t even make eye contact with him–not even a glance in his direction. You walked right past his desk, speaking lightly to Murphy (who had his head on his desk) a good morning and then down the hallway and stairs to the archives.

On Tuesday he was determined to get you to speak to him. He went all of Monday listening to what everyone did on the weekend, how the drinks were on Friday and “wish he could of made it”’s and not a peep about you and him staying late. He was confident no one knew and that left the window open to see if you would want him again. He was desperate for anything from you.

He went down to the archives twice that day, asking you for help on a couple different bits of information. He fished for any sign of nervousness or attraction and got nothing in return. He left the door open to the archives on both occasions.

On Wednesday he did not come in early, but immediately went to the archives to find Murphy there already asking for your help. “I’m hoping you can find something on him?” Murphy’s hair was a mess and you looked flustered. It wasn’t typical for you to be flustered at Murphy, but if both of you were out of sorts…

“Steve, I’m telling you, I’ve never heard that name before. I need a connection to it that I do have to see if the name pops up. Then I can create a file on them specifically.” You sounded exasperated, looking over to Pena as if to say ‘what is Murphy’s deal today?’

“What’s the name?” Peña could help without just pushing your buttons, right?

Murphy’s head whipped around, surprised to see Javier in the same room as you without poking fun at you. Murphy fed Peña the same information he said to you, you glanced down to your notes and adding a few more details as more information poured from Murphy’s brain. You tracked it, noticing the differences in what he told you versus Peña, noting in your brain where you might be able to find information.

Javier listened intently, watching you take additional notes and realizing that Murphy had been too vague originally. “You have to always give her the whole run down even if she knows who she is looking for. Being vague makes her files inaccurate Murphy.”

You looked at him with your eyes the size of dinner plates, mouth slightly open. How did he know that? “It’s okay Steve, I think I may be able to look at a few files and I can bring something up to you within the hour. I know I typically already have a grasp on what you’re talking about, I just had a rough night last night.” You smiled lightly, trying to break the tension between Peña and Murphy.

Murphy grunted, apologizing for not being as detailed and said he would go grab coffee--that maybe he was just not awake enough yet. Murphy slid past Peña, eyeing him briefly and asking if he was going to join him. “I’ll be up in a minute, have my own question.”

When the room cleared of Murphy you sighed, glancing at the door and seeing it still open. “Which file do you need, Peña?”

“I thought I was Javier now?” He smirked, leaning against one of the tables that held stacked files not yet put away. You looked directly at him, which was all he wanted for the past couple days. “Why was last night rough?”

“I went out.” You declared quickly, glancing back down at your notes and putting the pieces together in your brain of what Murphy was requesting. “Susan and Amy wanted help getting a lay and asked for me to show them how.”

He felt the heat in his body rise quickly, almost to anger. “And did you? Show them how?” He had to take a breath–it wasn’t like he asked you not to or that you were exclusive.

You thought you hid your smirk, typing into the computer quickly but he caught it and he knew he had been busted for being jealous. “What does it matter to you, Peña?”

He paused, tapping on the table and picking up a random file. “It has almost been a week and no one has batted an eye at either of us being absent from the party.” He raked his eyes to you, blue blouse with ruffled sleeves, smooth from collarbone to hip with your pencil skirt ending just above your knees. Some stylish sandals on your feet instead of sneakers you sometimes wore–it meant you drove into work instead of walking. “Do I have to wait a full week before I ask if you want to go out?”

You paused your typing, looking up at him. “We aren’t going to go out on a date, Javier.”

He felt himself melt and wince at the same time. “I figured you were the type of girl that wanted some wining and dining before doing–”

“Based on last time, do you actually think that or are you just trying to have an excuse to talk about this at work?” you scoffed, feeling your head start to hurt. The tequila flowed too easily last night, and the guy was not as good as you thought he was going to be. “Don’t come in here to talk to me about whatever it is that you want. You ask about intel, archives, and administrative things. That’s it.”

He clenched his teeth, feeling the heat of embarrassment reach his cheeks but wanted to prove you wrong. “Fine.”

On Thursday he left you alone.

On Friday he came in early and waited until you were in the archives to walk down there. Murphy was out, the office was busy answering the phones, and this was a perfect time. He walked in, seeing you on a step ladder and turned away from him. Your ass was at eye level in the work pants you were in, belt cinched around your waist and a flowing green blouse riding up so he could see your smooth back. He closed the door behind him quietly in the hopes that you didn’t hear him. “It’s Friday, hermosa.”

You jumped, almost losing your footing as you whipped your head to the direction his voice was coming from. “Peña, you can’t corner me at work. This is my job.” You were so flustered with him standing in your space. You were just trying to put files away, and the ladder wasn’t high (only a couple steps) but it wouldn’t have been a fun fall. You turned, acutely aware of his eyes on your lower half and made it so he was level with your stomach.

“It is my job to ask you questions and for your help, which means I will be in your space hermosa.” He breathed out, glancing down at your shoes and seeing your laces were coming untied. He was trying to not lose his nerve. “It has been a week and I have been dying to be alone with you.”

You closed your eyes and sighed, turning back around so his face was now level with your ass again. If he was going to be a perv then so be it. “Get your eyes off my ass and get it through your skull that we can’t do anything at work. I won’t jeopardize it-I need the money.”

He scoffed. Maybe getting you riled up was the way to get you to fuck him. “The other girls don’t seem to mind.” He was trying to get under your skin, and you weren’t going to let him know that it was working. “Your shoes are coming untied cariño.”

“What does that mean? Cariño? Hermosa?” You felt out of the loop, looking at your own shoes and grumbling, stepping down carefully from the steps.

He tilted his head, noting that your Spanish was so poor that you couldn’t even tell a pet name from a swear word. “You really are just going to ignore how I said the other girls in the office beg me to fuck them here?” He felt like he was losing a battle that didn’t really matter in the scheme of it all, but he wanted to see some sort of emotion on your face. Anything. He couldn’t stop getting you out of his mind from last week and how you laughed when you were alone with him. You had stopped getting angry with him and maybe that was a good sign, but the monotone felt worse.

“Well you didn’t say it like that the first time.” You sighed, stepping around him and being careful to not touch him. “If you need information ask it, otherwise, get out of my archives.”

“Let me drive you home later.” It was a demand, not a question. He wanted to reach out and grab your arm to get you to look at him, but instead he got in front of you and on to his knees, reaching for your shoe laces.

Your breath stuttered, holding on to the file in your hand with fluttering fingers, surprised he was here in front of you like this. “What are you doing?” His fingers reached out to your ankle, pulling your foot up on to his one raised knee and looking up at you.

“You were going to trip eventually, and I didn’t want to see your knees scraped up from that at least.” He mumbled, finishing your shoe laces and glancing up at you. Your cheeks were flushed and he felt the satisfaction settle in his stomach. “Can I drive you home later? I know you walked today.”

“How do you know that?” You felt breathless, dropping one foot as he went to pick up the other and place it firmly on his leg.

“You’re wearing sneakers instead of those sandals. And I drove by you this morning.” He smirked, seeing your eyes widen. “You were very cute walking up the hill by the corner market-”

You breathed out, rolling your eyes. “I plan on staying late and the girls wanted me to go out.”

“Again? Tell them you can’t and I’ll drive you home.” He was getting desperate. He wanted to be alone with you again. The hurt of you going out more often than not didn’t matter. He dropped your foot and stood back in front of you.

The pause was long as you looked through the file, glancing at the information and committing it to memory. You looked up, his hands on his hips staring back at you. He was biting the inside of his cheek, his only sign that he was nervous.

“Fine. But you’ll have to wait for me.” Maybe that would deter him.

“I will wait as long as you need.” He nodded, immediately leaving the archives and keeping your door open.

At five o’clock, Susan and Amy cornered you at the coffee station that was next to where Peña and Murphy still sat. You were making tea in the hopes that it wouldn’t be too hot by the time you got back downstairs. “Babe come with us! What changed from this morning?” Susan was yanking on your arm, purse already in her hand.

“I know, but I have more to finish and Tuesday night wasn’t really that fun.” You mumbled, hoping it wasn’t too loud. You didn’t need the whole office knowing your business.

Peña’s ears perked up but he left his face stoic. He was straining to listen, but he made the preemptive decision to unplug the phone at his desk 30 minutes ago so he could concentrate on what he was doing and it just happened to work for listening in to your conversation.

“What?” Amy laughed, pushing at your shoulder lightly. “You showed us all the moves and then went with what’s his name? Robert? He was so cute and clearly smitten with you!”

Peña ground his teeth. He would find this Robert.

“That’s nice and all but he wasn’t that great. And I don’t want to see him again and have him think I like him. One and done you know?” You stirred your tea bag in the water and squeezed it out, tossing it in the trash. “I’ll see you ladies on Monday. Try out the moves I showed you guys and let me know how it goes!”

Peña watched you wave them off, casually rubbing your sneakers on the back of your pants from where Susan had stepped on them. He had a single chuckle bubble out, making Murphy look up at him with a pointed expression. “Stop listening to them.”

“I just can’t believe that they ask her for moves. Her?” Peña felt like he was trying too hard to get Murphy to not see what was right in front of him.

Murphy hummed, looking back at his paperwork and stacking it up. “I’m going to drop these off to her for filing away since she is staying and then heading home. Do you want to come over tonight? Wife is making some fancy something and invited over some of her friends.”

“No, thank you I am going to finish this up and I’ll head home too. Maybe I’ll meet Susan and Amy at the bar?” Peña laughed, lighting a cigarette and taking a drag.

Peña hoped he wouldn’t have to wait too long for you.

An hour and a half later, you appeared in front of Peña’s desk. “Are you still working?” You questioned, your bag on your shoulder and your fingers playing with the buckle on the end of the strap.

He looked up at you feeling suddenly breathless. “No, just busy work. Are you ready to go?”

You nodded, giving a stiff closed-mouthed smile, and waited for him to grab his jacket and turn off his lamp. You followed him out to his Jeep, again the only car in the lot, and casually glanced at him once you were in his passenger seat. His eyes were already on you, sticking to you like glue while turning over the engine to bring the car to life. “Stop staring, Peña.”

“Can’t I be Javier now?” He smiled, pulling out of the lot and onto the main street toward his apartment. “Would you want to have takeout with me? There’s a mean Indian place down the street that is actually pretty good given that we aren’t in India.” He laughed, looking over at you again to see your eyes already on him. “Or we could have something else.” He felt himself wanting to ramble.

You smirked, making him feel butterflies in his stomach. “I like Indian if you pick the meals, Javier.”

He really didn’t know how he got here-truly.

One minute you both were watching some stupid movie while opening up the food that was just delivered, even though you couldn’t understand what was being said in the movie. He was questioning how you had not learned any of the language you were immersed in, especially since you read transcripts from all the intel. You explained how it was all translated to English by the time it was on your desk, and you typically could play the “stupid American” card when you were in the store.

The next minute you were on your knees in front of him after he made a comment about how you swore much more when you were relaxed and that your mouth would get you into trouble.

Peña’s chest rose and fell heavily, anticipation making him clench his fists around the fabric of the seat cushion. “How much trouble do you think I could get into?” You asked, smiling as you ran your hands up his legs still covered in his jeans.

He was impossibly hard. From 0 to 100, ready for you. “I think you could get into lots of trouble, especially looking like that.” The way his voice dropped never really made sense to him, but he couldn’t help it. And he saw the way your eyes lit up when you noticed the tone he took with you, and it made him want to find a way to speak to you like this around others.

“How do I look?” You asked, cheeks going red as you realized what you asked. You weren’t typically one to fish for compliments, but something in the way he spoke made you want him to keep going.

His pupils were blown out as he reached for your jaw and skimmed his thumb across your bottom lip. “Like you want to beg for my cock.”

The whine that left you couldn’t be helped. You didn’t mean to, but Peña didn’t mind. You reached forward to unbutton his pants as his hand traveled down your neck and across your collarbone, pulling at the flimsy buttons that pieced together your blouse. He could see the blush that started just above your breasts, traveling up to your face and lips, making them look plusher. He lifted his hips as you pulled down on his jeans, cock slapping against his stomach as you took him in.

“Are you going to beg for it?” He ground out in a husky tone, feeling the pearl of precum drop onto his lower stomach. He saw your eyes on him, unable to pull away from his lower half, making him move his hand up to the back of your head and tug at the hair at the nape of your neck.

You gasped, eyes raking up to his face and seeing a similar flush on him. “Please, Peña.”

He closed his eyes and squeezed his fingers, slightly digging into the back of your head. “Try again bebe, you know how to get what you want.”

You could guess what that word meant and it made your heart flutter. “Please, Javier.”

He groaned, pulling your head closer to him, watching your mouth as it opened, tongue sticking out slightly to greet the head of his cock first. The minute your lips were wrapped around him, he threw his head back and exhaled deeply. “Fuck-that’s it. Show me your moves Susan and Amy won’t shut the fuck up about muñeca. Huh?”

You lifted your hand to the base of him, giving him one short stroke and then holding firm to direct him where you wanted. Your eyes fluttered up to his face as you pulled back, bringing spit to the front of your mouth and letting it drool onto the head mixing with his precum. “I don’t know what you mean, Javier.” You smirked, leaning back down and giving one long lick from your thumb to the underside of the head wrapping your lips back around him and bobbing.

The minute you started bobbing your head on him after that little show, he knew you had every guy left in your path thinking about you constantly. The way you gripped him, the way your tongue seemed to wrap around him to aid your sucking had him flying to the moon.

He groaned, looking down at you and seeing your spit gather at the corners of your mouth, how you breathed out of your nose only when he was mostly pulled out, and how your eyes were watching his mouth. “Do you want to kiss me azúcar?” He huffed, pulling you off of him and letting you take a deep breath.

Without letting you answer he grabbed your upper arm, yanking you to him and enveloping your mouth with his. He pushed his tongue into your mouth, desperate to be closer to you.

Your hands wrapped around his shoulders, sitting on his upper thighs in a similar way that you did in his car. He detached himself from your lips, kissing down your neck and bringing his fingers to your blouse. He bit at your collarbone, unbuttoning the last few buttons and pushing the sleeves from your shoulders, revealing a green bra that matched your shirt.

“Will you let me have you again cariño?” He breathed, looking up at you as he pulled down the cups of your bra, squeezing your chest and rubbing his thumb over your nipples. “What do you need?”

You felt like you could cry by how good he was making you feel. It had been a long week of avoiding Peña to not get too worked up. You tried to find someone else-anyone else-but it just wasn’t the same. The thrill, the encouragement-

“Where did you go, baby?” He looked up at you, concern apparent on his face as he slowed his touches, pulling away from your chest. You yanked his hands back to you, leaning in to kiss him quickly.

“Just fuck me, Peña.” You whispered, standing up to undo your own belt as he tried to compose himself. He took off his own shirt, watching as you dropped your pants and stood straight again. He stood as well, wrapping his hands around your hips to reach your ass and squeeze.

“Bend over the couch.” He said lowly, twisting you around and maneuvering you to the arm of the couch, hips resting firmly on the end and your hands outstretched. He groaned, slapping your left cheek lighting and then kneeling down like he did earlier to tie your shoe, but now to taste you. “Just give me a taste hermosa, you look too good to not have a little.”

You moaned into the couch cushion, his nose at your entrance and his tongue snaking out to lick at your clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking lightly. His hand was wrapped around his own cock, pumping it quickly as he lost himself in the taste of you.

He stood soon after, continuing to pump himself as he lined himself up and pushed to the hilt, both of you groaning in unison. “Fuck–I can’t get enough of you.”

The snap of his hips made your hips push into the arm of the couch in an almost painful way, the sound of his skin slapping against yours absolutely obscene. “Oh-ahh-Javi fuck yes.”

You used his name again and again, and it made his eyes roll in the back of his head. Did you not understand what you did to him? He reached forward and grabbed your hair, pulling lighting to direct you to stand up. “Do I feel good inside you baby? Huh? Tell me no one fucks you like I do.”

You resisted, hands reaching forward to the arm of the couch but he pulled back harder making you squeal out. He continued to push into you, his other hand reaching around and squeezing at your chest. “Yes, y-you do. Fuck-you make me feel so good.”

“Is anyone else able to make you feel like this?” He persisted, moving his hand down to your core and finding your clit easily, and making lazy circles with his middle finger. “I can’t fuck anyone else but you now, don’t you understand?”

You nodded slowly, sweat building on the back of your neck as your core began to shake. “Only you make me feel like this Javi.”

He smiled, pushing into you quicker and letting go of your hair, moving his arm around to your neck and holding you up from there. “That’s right baby, only me huh? Fuck-I can feel you squeezing me. I want you to cum. Can you do that?” He continued to circle your clit, not changing the pace or pressure.

You nodded frantically, holding on to his forearms as he wouldn’t let you lean forward moaning as your release began. “I’m-fuck–I can’t stop.”

“Don’t want you to stop hermosa, cum all over me. Make a fucking mess.” He was straining to hold out, wanting to hear you before he lost himself too.

You started your release, bigger than the last time you were with him and he immediately started to release too. Groaning together in unison as you saw white, breath leaving you quickly as he continued to push into you until he stuttered and held your hips to his.

A few moments passed with him leaning his forehead on your back until he was sure you were ready and he pulled out of you slowly. He silently went to the bathroom, found a towel, and brought it out to you.

“Thanks.” You laughed awkwardly, cleaning yourself up before finding your underwear and pulling them up your legs. You looked at him, still naked and going soft as he scratched the back of his head.

“I uh–I want to let you know that if you want to I would be okay doing this more often.” He stumbled out, glancing at your and your perfect recline on his sofa in only underwear, breasts out and legs shaking.

You laughed lightly, looking at him again. “Yeah, I think I would be okay with that Peña.”

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Michael Myers x Male Reader

"Pobre Michael"

• Filme: Halloween (escrevi com o de 2018 em mente)

• Gênero: terror

• Sinopse: você caiu na mira do bicho papão, e agora ele te segue na penumbra. Como a sombra que imita seus passos, ele te faz companhia e entra na sua casa, buscando por saciedade, sem saber que você não pensa e nem age como vítima.

• Palavras: 3k

3° pessoa - passado

Quatro cabeças foram encontradas em uma pracinha, fincadas do pescoço ao crânio nos postes que iluminavam as calçadas. O interior delas estava oco, com os olhos, línguas, dentes e miolos espalhados pela grama aparada do lugar bem cuidado. As lâmpadas emitiam luz através dos orifícios vazios. Uma recriação sinistra das abóboras nas calçadas das casas.

A polícia nunca esteve tão ativa quanto naquele halloween.

Pessoas diziam ter visto o assassino, a maioria de relance. Poderia ser julgado como um simples vulto, consequência da paranóia coletiva, mas a sanguinolência nos interiores da cidade anunciava que estar paranóico era algo positivo naquele 31 de outubro.

A movimentação distante talvez significasse algo.

A sua sombra, muito provavelmente, não era sua.

Não eram pequenas as chances de a silhueta que te acompanha ser, na verdade, do bicho-papão.

Apelido dado a Michael Myers pelas crianças apavoradas, que deixavam de pedir doces para correr para o colo dos pais e chorar após testemunharem ou ouvirem falar das cenas macabras que tingiam o chão e as paredes de Haddonfield.

A noite começou agitada, cheia de vampiros, múmias, fantasmas, bruxas e lobisomens de um metro e meio circulando, famintos por açúcar.

Mas durou tão pouco…

A única época do ano em que era divertido comemorar nas trevas teve seu significado obsoleto ressaltado quando o mal despertou, sedento para espalhar carnificina; terrificar os salubres e entreter os insalubres.

A notícia sobre os assassinatos chegou até você durante uma pausa no percurso do trabalho para casa. O cheiro fresco dos grãos moídos seduziu suas narinas e você não resistiu, teve que entrar no estabelecimento e pedir um expresso. O plano era relaxar nos assentos acolchoados do lugar, degustar com calma a bebida quente e sair revigorado devido à cafeína no organismo. Porém, a televisão suspensa exibia uma reportagem local, ao vivo, noticiando o crime bárbaro nas redondezas.

As imagens, mesmo que borradas, juntamente com a descrição explícita do texto da repórter, deixaram você aflito. As pessoas ao redor, sentadas paralelamente nas mesas dispostas, compartilhavam do pânico.

O clima descontraído foi esmagado pelo silêncio imediato. Só se ouvia as vozes chiadas da tv.

A presença do delegado na tela, recomendando o isolamento das pessoas em suas residências, foi o tiro de largada. A maioria se locomoveu, tomando rumo. A movimentação te influenciou. Você bebeu a metade que restava do café em um gole, ingerindo com uma careta antes de se levantar e sair da cafeteria.

Enquanto atravessava o centro, resquícios de calmaria ainda o mantinham tranquilo.

No entanto, quanto mais perto de casa, mais apressados eram seus passos e maior era a ansiedade acumulada no peito.

Mesmo em uma rua mal iluminada, longe do movimento caótico, a sensação de não estar sozinho era constante. Seu andar nervoso estava prestes a se transformar em correria.

Felizmente, era possível avistar sua morada.

Mas à distância, a sombra o seguia.

Michael viu você sozinho e sentiu-se extremamente atraído pela sua aventura solo no breu daquele lado esmarrido da cidade.

Entre as esquinas, afastado o suficiente para não ser visto, Myers o acompanhava, sendo ele a presença que você sentiu nas costas.

O puro mal condensado no corpo de um homem viu você como a vítima perfeita para o que ele considerava uma brincadeira divertida.

Largado na cama, com o rosto iluminado pelas cores vibrantes do celular, despojada era sua condição. O desconforto nos olhos era meramente aliviado graças ao abajur ligado, que mesclava a luz amarela com a luz azul da tela.

Na calçada do outro lado da rua, em frente à sua casa, Myers parecia inanimado, quase como uma extensão do pedregulho urbano onde seus pés estavam estagnados. Ele olhava para cima, captando a sua silhueta alumiada através dos buracos da máscara. A janela nua, com as cortinas arreganhadas, cotejava Michael com sua cabeça, praticamente servida numa bandeja.

No segundo andar da residência, sua mente se perdia no instigante mistério da história que lia enquanto música inundava seus ouvidos. Com o som dos fones mais alto que seus pensamentos, você deslizava a tela para cima, ritmado com a aproximação soturna do bicho-papão.

As botas pretas fizeram a madeira ranger. Michael atravessou a varanda, evitando a porta da frente. Enquanto rodeava o jardim, o rosto mascarado se refletia em cada uma das vidraças do primeiro andar.

Os passos eram firmes. A sombra queria estar ali; era sua vontade e apetite mais voraz. E, mesmo decidido, o caminhar era calmo, sem pressa, porque a força que residia naquele corpo era imparável e agia como tal.

Michael só andava para frente, indiferente às pegadas que deixava na terra úmida do quintal. Quando alguém encontrasse os vestígios, ele já teria desaparecido, deixando apenas elas de piada... inúteis e engraçadas pegadas.

Chegando nos fundos, Myers encontrou a porta que dava acesso à cozinha e girou a maçaneta.

Estava destrancada, e ele entrou.

Com a lama nas solas, o assassino carimbava a cerâmica do chão e os tapetes que surgiam pelo caminho.

O trajeto até a breve saciedade, que pausaria o roncar monstruoso sob a carcaça do bicho-papão, tardou no instante em que ele se deparou com o brilho na ponta do aço.

A faca estava ao lado do faqueiro, escanteada e meio úmida. A torneira da pia, mal torcida, pingava, e Myers se perguntava qual carne a lâmina havia fatiado. A peça o seduziu; era maior que a ensanguentada que ele carregava, e a luz da lua, atravessando a janela, banhava o utensílio, fazia-o puro e tentava Michael a profanar com o gume afiado.

Ele largou a velha companheira na mesa e rodeou os dedos calejados no cabo da nova.

Pretendia degolar você com ela.

Iria raspar a ponta nos ossinhos frágeis da sua clavícula.

Rasgaria seu intestino sem dó.

Mas, antes, precisava ver o que tinha na geladeira.

Existia uma fresta pequena, mas aberta o suficiente para acionar a luz fria que vinha de dentro. Aquela luminância não devia brilhar; era forte, contrastava com a claridade natural da lua e incomodava Michael, levando-o a questionamentos, assim como a faca lavada, antes no mármore e agora em sua posse.

Parecia errado, como se o caminho tradicional do monstro estivesse sendo apontado por setas.

O corpulento pisava sem denotar presença, marchando até a porta da geladeira, ignorando a alça e puxando-a pela borracha das bordas laterais.

O cheiro podre alastrou-se pelo cômodo.

O que Michael viu não o assustou; a imagem era conhecida, saturada na memória assassina, mas ele não ser o responsável pelo feito era novidade, quase o fez esboçar surpresa por debaixo da máscara.

A geladeira era pequena; as prateleiras não eram largas o suficiente para acomodar as seis cabeças. Elas exigiam espaço e, por isso, a porta não fechava. As que tinham olhos expressavam horror, um último semblante antes de um machado, facão ou seja lá o que for, separá-las do que algum dia foi vivo.

O sangue pingava e escorria, quase ultrapassando os limites e alcançando o chão. A luz branca que vinha do interior gelado tornou-se vermelha no instante em que uma cascata desceu do congelador e dominou todo o cenário selvagem. As luzes refletiam aquela cor hipnotizante, e o bicho-papão, tal como um inseto, sentiu-se atraído. Havia mais na parte de cima; mais daquela brutalidade existia no congelador.

Brutalidade que Michael não era dono, não assassinou, não assinou.

O verdadeiro artista espreitava logo atrás.

Fora do campo de visão do assassino, você, outro amante da morte, esgueirava-se sorrateiramente, aproximando-se com duas seringas nas mãos.

Para alcançar a região propícia do corpo à frente, você ficou na ponta dos pés e abriu os braços, tomando impulso antes de descê-los ferozmente contra a estrutura que, mesmo de costas e vulnerável, intimidava. Seus punhos encontraram os ombros de Michael e foi como um soco. Você precisou acumular forças nos pulsos para penetrar o material da máscara, que se estendia até a nuca, antes de, enfim, perfurar o pescoço.

Seus dedões alongaram-se para pressionar a base do êmbolo, impulsionando o sedativo para o organismo do ser.

Mas, mesmo veloz e cheio de adrenalina, não foi rápido o suficiente.

Quando sentiu a picada, Michael jogou o cotovelo para trás, acertando suas costelas. Ele se virou na sua direção e, como se não fosse nada, desgrudou as agulhas da carne. Ambas estavam cheias até a metade, e parte do líquido, misturado com sangue, escorria pelos furos na pele.

Myers tacou as seringas no chão e deixou a faca na mesa; ele queria te estraçalhar usando apenas as mãos.

Você nunca teve o controle, mas ele também nunca esteve tão distante.

Deu errado, e apesar da face neutra, você suava frio, engolia seco e respirava pesado, apavorado. O coração acelerado batia com tanta força que você sentia a pulsação na ponta da língua.

Quando o cérebro desparalisou e deu ordem aos membros, você só teve tempo de dar meia-volta antes de uma mão agarrar seu cabelo por trás e obrigá-lo a encarar o olhar profundo do rosto pálido.

O olhar do diabo.

Michael notou algo recíproco nas íris, mas nada que despertasse empatia; o bicho-papão era incapaz de sentir certas coisas.

Ele rodeou os dedos pelo seu pescoço, a mão tão grande que quase cobria toda a circunferência. Sem esforço, ergueu sua estrutura menor.

Você chutava o ar, desesperado por não sentir mais os pés no chão. A pressão na sua garganta inibia a ventilação dos pulmões e avermelhava a pele. — Me põe no chão… – a voz falhou, mas soou clara, pena que de nada adiantou. Suas mãos trêmulas alcançaram os pulsos de Michael, arranhando, batendo, puxando, fazendo de tudo para afastá-lo.

Você foi arremessado, suas costas colidiram contra o mármore da bancada divisória. Seus esforços foram inúteis, e doeu nos nervos constatar isso.

O estralo da musculatura ecoou, os joelhos fraquejaram e você deslizou a coluna nas gavetas brancas, pousando na cerâmica. Não houve tempo para recuperar o fôlego ou sequer sentir a dor; seus instintos berravam para que você corresse.

Mas você não conseguia ficar de pé.

Então, rastejou.

Pobrezinho.

Michael puxou você pelo tornozelo com tanta brusquidão que sua cabeça bateu no chão, produzindo um som nauseante, de prensar os sentidos e turvar a visão. Pontinhos brilhantes invadiram os globos, flutuando no ar paralelamente.

Myers afastou suas pernas com as coxas e posicionou-se em cima da sua constituição abalada, voltando a esmagar seu pescoço, usando ambas as mãos dessa vez.

Era o fim?

Não devia ser uma pergunta.

Com os lábios entreabertos, você encarava o rosto mascarado, se perguntando o porquê de ainda estar respirando.

Michael era uma parede em cima de você, te cobria facilmente e tinha as duas mãos na sua garganta; a força devia separar sua cabeça do pescoço, mas não aconteceu. Os dedos tremiam e estavam cada vez mais frouxos ao seu redor.

Seus sentidos retornavam aos poucos e, quando compreendeu o que estava acontecendo, você levou as palmas abertas ao peitoral do Myers, amenizando o impacto quando o corpo maior caiu sobre o seu.

Sua preocupação migrou da incerteza sobre ter um amanhã para como iria sair debaixo do brutamontes adormecido.

Um suspiro aliviado escapou de seus lábios trêmulos. — Feliz Halloween, Michael. – a frase subiu queimando a garganta machucada.

E na cozinha, prevaleceu o silêncio dos monstros.

Sem norte.

As pálpebras levantavam e abaixavam várias vezes, acostumando os olhos à claridade e, aos poucos, tornando a visão nítida.

As íris correspondiam à reflexividade obscura das pupilas com o máximo de perfeição que a natureza defeituosa tolerava, e, dentro daquele círculo fúnebre, habitava o ser que havia abatido o bicho-papão.

Lá estava você, agachado sobre as pernas de Michael, quase sentado em suas coxas. — O soninho tava gostoso? – olhos e boca esticados; meia-lua e gengival eram seus sorrisos.

Como esperado, além do peito subindo e descendo e da respiração audível, Myers não expressou nada. O homem sentiu os pulsos contidos por gélidas algemas, os antebraços unidos ao dorso e correntes rodeando seu abdômen, mantendo-o preso a um pilar de pedras naquele porão vasto e estranhamente organizado. Ele sequer deu chance à tentativa, conhecia a si mesmo e sabia que insistir na fuga naquelas circunstâncias seria em vão.

Mas matar você era uma certeza que Michael fantasiava.

Sua mão direita dirigiu-se aos fios secos da máscara que simulavam cabelo, puxando-a para si com força e aproximando as faces. — Tão tagarela... – você revirou os olhos e levou os joelhos ao chão, montando no colo do assassino. — Ótimo. Significa que é um bom ouvinte.

Até então, Michael acompanhava seus olhos, fisgando cada microexpressão sua, mas permitiu-se desviar e memorizar o ambiente desconhecido.

A luz branca no teto de madeira cegava; alguns insetos circulavam a claridade, os mais ousados colidiam contra a lâmpada e tinham suas antenas dobradas, semelhante aos pássaros que se chocavam contra vidraças e tinham seus pescoços frágeis quebrados no impacto.

Ao fundo, sua voz ecoava. — De que abismo você saiu? — você pensava em voz alta, tentando chegar a uma conclusão sozinho. — Circulando por aí, tão silencioso, quase invisível… o ser mais próximo de um fantasma que eu já topei. É realmente um homem? É mesmo feito de carne e osso? — você o apalpava, apertava os ombros e os braços. Seu toque migrou para o peitoral firme, e você sentiu a maciez da pele por debaixo do macacão.

À esquerda e à direita havia mais pilares, um de cada lado, e encostadas nas paredes, pilhas de caixas vazias. O piso arranhava; era basicamente cimento e brita. O lugar havia sido lavado recentemente; o chão meio úmido ligava-se ao forte cheiro de produtos de limpeza. Isso irritava o nariz de Michael; ele preferia o pútrido.

Seus dedos roçaram o pescoço de Michael, adentrando a carne sob a máscara. Ele imediatamente redirecionou o foco, voltando a encarar suas pupilas. Você riu baixinho. — Relaxa, não vou tirar sua máscara. A graça está no mistério. – você se curvou, rente à orelha coberta do assassino. — Tenho certeza que você é muito mais interessante com ela.

Você retribuiu o encarar, e sentiu-se possuído. Fitar as orbes profundas de Michael assemelhava-se a cair de um abismo infinito.

E atrás da borracha gasta, Myers também estava em queda; caía do topo da cadeia nefasta e, pela primeira vez, via-se estampando o outro lado da moeda.

Sussurrando, você revelava seu segredinho sangrento. — Viu o que eu fiz? Viu as cabeças? – suas mãos agarraram os dois lados do rosto de Michael, apertando frouxamente com os dedos trêmulos. — Digno, não é? Com certeza algo que você faria... – o sorriso alargava-se e a postura ficava cada vez mais trêmula conforme você falava. — Nesse halloween, qualquer mísera gota de sangue derramada recairá sobre o bicho-papão… Eu me segurei tanto pra não sujar as mãos antes da hora. Você ter escapado do sanatório onde definhava foi a oportunidade perfeita! – você mordia o lábio, arrepiava da cabeça aos pés e se contorcia com o frio que sentia no estômago.

A respiração abafada de Michael cessou, calou-se o único som que ele emitia.

Você grudou as pálpebras, sentindo os cílios úmidos. Encheu os pulmões e liberou o ar serenamente. — Tô empolgado, desculpa. É bom demais contar isso pra alguém, especialmente pra você! – limpou o canto dos olhos com o antebraço e arrastou o quadril para frente, em atrito com as coxas do Myers até pousar na virilha dele, acomodando-se ali. — Eu acompanhei você, refiz seus passos e estive em cada lugar que você marcou. Assisti você esfaquear, degolar, estrangular, perfurar corpos e amassar crânios, e sequer fui notado! Estou tão orgulhoso de mim mesmo.

Seus lábios chocaram-se contra a boca de borracha; você beijou brevemente a máscara com tanta intensidade que a cabeça de Michael pendeu para trás.

Quando se afastou, você revelou um semblante fechado, contrário ao vigor que demonstrara anteriormente. Saliva acumulou-se na ponta da língua e você cuspiu no rosto mascarado. — Mas eu não sou mau. Não sou igual a você. – segurando firmemente a nuca de Michael, você o puxou para si outra vez, unindo as testas. — No primeiro poste, um colega de trabalho; assediava a mim e outros funcionários da empresa. No segundo poste, minha vizinha; eu tinha um cachorro, o nome dele era Totó, e ele morreu porque a puta jogou um pedaço envenenado de bife no meu quintal. No terceiro poste, um nazista; andava por aí sem camisa, exibindo aquela tatuagem nojenta nas costas. No quarto poste, um psicopata mirim; pisou na cabeça de um gato e abriu o estômago do bichinho com um galho.

As palavras vazaram pela boca sem travas, emitidas com naturalidade. A face seguiu serena, pausa a pausa. Você contava a história por trás de cada decapitação com frieza, e naquele cenário, nada pesava; para você, um refresco tardio, para Michael, nostalgia e anseio por reprise.

Você aprendeu tanto sendo apenas a sombra do bicho-papão, nutriu curiosidade e fascínio ao ponto de precisar extrair algo dele. — O mal é um ponto de vista, e do meu, você é maligno, Michael, de um jeito que eu não consigo entender. Isso me deixa maluco. — você bufou. As pálpebras contraídas te impediram de notar Michael absorver para si o ar gasto que você expeliu. — Talvez eu seja mau também… Não pelo que eu faço, mas sim por desejar que monstros existam e que eles façam monstruosidades. — suas mãos vagavam pelo corpo de Michael, adorando-o. — Assim eu consigo sustentar uma desculpa… posso acalmar essa vontade perversa dentro de mim sem peso na consciência.

E, de repente, o silêncio incomodava.

Você engatinhou de costas sobre o corpo contido, parando rente aos pés calçados de Michael. Sentado sobre os calcanhares, você apertou o bico sólido da bota preta, não encontrando os dedos. — Mas você não tem desculpa. Você é puro mal. — você permitiu-se alucinar no olhar do diabo uma última vez antes de prosseguir. — Eu me pergunto pra onde você iria caso morresse… céu não é uma opção e creio que o inferno não aceitaria criatura como você. – e esse último olhar foi maníaco. — Porra, eu quero saber… preciso saber se seria divertido para Satã torturar Michael Myers.

Com uma mão, você retirava a bota preta de Michael, e com a outra, buscava algo no bolso traseiro da calça.

Os dedos retornaram rodeando uma ferramenta.

Um alicate.

— Infelizmente o bicho-papão não fala... mas será que ele grita?

Relevem qualquer errinho, tô com dor de cabeça 😩

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suzukis-posts · 7 months ago

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𝗡𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗶𝘁 - 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗦 𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗜

Ran Haitani/Rindou Haitani x Male!Reader

𝗔𝗗𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗜𝗔: Menciones de sangre, trío, poliamor, sexo oral. NSFW en general.

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Ran y Rindou estaban cubiertos de sangre. Habían asesinado a un par de personas por ordenes de Manjiro. Tal vez esas personas eran inocentes, pero ambos acabaron con ellas por diversión o aburrimiento.

Mientras caminaban por las calles a ambos hermanos les surgió la idea de visitar a alguien

Tú.

Tal vez una pequeña visita sorpresa no le haría mal a nadie

Ran y Rindou decidieron que querían una pequeña aventura esta noche. Ambos se colaron en tu habitación de tu mientras dormías. No pudieron resistir más la tentación al ver tu hermosa figura en ropa de dormir, luciendo tan inocente y vulnerable.

Ran pasó suavemente sus dedos por tu mejilla mientras miraba profundamente tus ojos seductores descansar, parecían hipnotizarlo aún más. Se inclinó más cerca para susurrar suavemente cerca tus oído, provocando escalofríos por tu espina.

── Despierta, cariño. ── Lentamente comienzas a abrir los ojos, sientes a alguien cerca, confusión estaba escrita en tus rasgos al principio. Puedes ver a Ran y Rindou sonriéndote de forma lujuriosa bajo la tenue luz de la luna que entraba a través de las cortinas de la ventana.

Sin embargo, antes de que pudieras pronunciar una palabra, Rindou se presionó contra tu suave cuerpo asegurándose de sentir cada centímetro de tí presionando contra él con fuerza, provocando un jadeo audible de tu parte, aún estabas ligeramente dormido tu corazón ahora late más rápido con emoción mezclada con vergüenza por haber sido atrapado.

En una situación tan vulnerable.

Mientras Rindou te sostenía con fuerza contra tu pecho, Ran se quitó la camisa ensangrentada y la arrojó a un lado para revelar nada más que pura tentación debajo; un torso suave y tonificado que captaba la luz de la luna como plata brillante.

── Rin... ¿qué está pasando? ── Preguntas sin aliento, tratando de liberarte del cálido abrazo de Rindou mientras fracasabas estrepitosamente debido a que estabas cautivado por el atractivo irresistible de Rindou.

Ran se acercó en respuesta, extendiendo lentamente la mano hacia tus suaves mechones de cabello, pasando sus dedos suavemente por ellos antes de susurrarte suavemente al oído.

── Relájate cariño, solo queremos un poco de diversión.

Apenas podías creer lo que estaba sucediendo.

¿Tus dos chicos irrumpieron en tu habitación a jugar a juegos lascivos?

Tus pensamientos giraban en confusión mezclada con emoción; ¿Deberías estar asustado o emocionado?

Una parte de tí también deseaba esto tanto como parecían, ¡tal vez incluso más que juntos! De repente sentiste un golpe en tu trasero.

Soltaste un pequeño quejido.

No quedaba nada más que hacer más que ceder por completo a estos deseos traviesos que ahora crecían dentro de tí.

Sin dudarlo ahora, te encontraste derritiéndote bajo sus toques sensuales mientras Rindou lentamente comenzaba a pasar sus dedos por tus suaves mejillas antes de recorrer suavemente la línea de tu mandíbula.

Ran, por otro lado, comenzó a pasar las yemas de sus dedos por tu pecho de forma procativa, haciendo que suaves gemidos escaparan de tus labios sin querer.

Tu cuerpo parecía anhelar más afecto mientras permitías que estos hombres, que acababan de irrumpir en tu habitación, continuaran con esta tentadora danza de placer que estaban creando con cada toque y susurro.

Rindou decidió que era hora de llevar las cosas un paso más allá y lentamente inclinó tu cabeza hacia la suya sin querer nada más que una oportunidad de probar esos dulces labios tuyos.

Tan pronto como Rindou te besó, sus lenguas se entrelazaron deliciosamente provocando jadeos tuyos, por otro lado, Ran se acercaba volviéndose aún más atrevido al jugar con el dobladillo de tu ropa de dormir dibujándolo hacia arriba centímetro a centímetro, exponiendo la tierna carne poco a poco.

A medida que te quitaban gradualmente la ropa de dormir, ambos hermanos quedaron hechizados por la belleza de tu cuerpo perfectamente esculpido.

La lujuria de ambos se hizo más profunda y su toque se volvió más audaz. Te empujaron suavemente contra la cama, donde aterrizas suavemente con un suave suspiro escapándose de tus labios, indicando cuánto disfrutas este emocionante momento de indulgencia.

Rindou se acercó para besarte con más pasión ahora mientras Ran dejaba delicados besos a lo largo del camino que conducía hacia el centro de tu pecho expuesto, haciendo que cada fibra de tu cuerpo anhelara más.

Rindou se separó del beso de labios el tiempo suficiente para mirar tus ojos soñadores que ahora brillaban de deseo, mientras Ran deslizaba un dedo en tu miembro ya erecto provocandote un gemido tan profundo y sensual que podía excitar a cualquiera con solo escucharlo.

La química entre los dos hacia tí era sencillamente insoportable; ¡Ambos hermanos te anhelaban en todas las formas posibles!

Tus deseos se apoderaron por completo cuando la mano libre de Rindou acarició tu firme pecho, burlándose suavemente de tus pezones, mientras Ran acariciaba tiernamente tu miembro erecto.

Mientras Rindou continuaba besándote apasionadamente, sentiste que tu orgasmo se acercaba. Ran también lo sintió y le susurró algo al oído a Rindou.

Rindou inmediatamente dejó de provocar tu pecho y se movió más hacia abajo entre tus piernas, abriéndolas más, dándole acceso completo; sus ojos se encontraron con los tuyos con una mezcla de emoción lujuriosa ya que ambos hermanos sabían lo que estaba a punto de suceder.

Rindou comenzó a dejar marcas de amor entre tus muslos, desde mordidas, hasta chupones hasta llegar a tu miembro. De vez en cuando te daba una mirada lujuriosa, mientras disfrutaba burlarse de tu miembro dándole tiernas lamidas o incluso llegando a morder.

En poco tiempo, cuerdas calientes de placer salieron disparadas de tu núcleo golpeando suavemente la cara de Rindou, provocando escalofríos recorriendo su columna mientras atrapaba cada gota lamiéndolas, aumentando inmensamente el placer de ambos hermanos.

La vista ante Ran era realmente impresionante; Rindou complaciendote de una manera que le hacía imposible contenerse por más tiempo.

Ran también quería probar este dulce cielo, así que se alejó de tus labios por un momento y devoró con avidez los restos de tu líquido presiminal.

Finalmente, exhaustos pero satisfechos, ambos hermanos colapsaron juntos con sus cuerpos empapados de sudor.

Su respiración era dificultosa pero disfrutaban del resplandor: sonrisas jugaban en sus labios mientras se acurrucaban más cerca tuyo, estando Ran en tu pecho y Rindou en tu espalda, ambos abrazándote perdidos en la satisfacción.

Había sido una de tantas experiencias que ninguno de los tres olvidaría jamás; la emoción de romper las reglas se mezclaba con un placer tan intenso que desafiaba las palabras.

La luz de la luna se filtró a través de las cortinas bañándolos en su suave brillo plateado dejando iluminar los tres cuerpos sudorosos.

Susurras suavemente ── Eso fue increíble...

Rindou y Ran se rieron suavemente besando tus mejillas afectuosamente, compartiendo emociones no expresadas llenas de felicidad y gratitud por poder compartir tal experiencia.

Un momento increíblemente lleno de lujuria.

#anime #x reader #male reader #reader #sub male reader #tokyo revengers x male reader #x bottom male reader #male reader smut #smut #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #ran x reader #rindou haitani #rindou x reader

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miniminiujb · 10 months ago

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Alpha Draken cuida do seu Ômega grávido.

Alpha Draken x Ômega leitor masculino (male reader)

° A sua gravidez é recente

Draken olha preocupado para você, que está segurando a barriga com uma expressão preocupado.

"B/n, você está bem? Precisa de alguma coisa?" Draken perguntou.

"Estou bem, apenas um pouco enjoado.", você respondeu.

"Vou te buscar algo para comer. E depois, vamos para a cama, você precisa descansar.", Draken disse deixando um beijo nos seus cabelos e saiu do quarto indo em direção da cozinha.

Draken cuida de você, preparando uma refeição leve e fazendo com que você descanse, sempre atento aos sinais de desconforto do ômega.

• Você está por volta dos cinco meses de gravidez se queixa de dores nas costas, dificuldade para se movimentar e cansaço constante.

"Vem cá, vou fazer uma massagem nas suas costas. E depois te levo para um banho relaxante." Draken falou.

Draken cuida de você com carinho e atenção, sempre se certificando de que você esteja confortável e seguro. Ele ajuda você a se movimentar, carrega suas coisas e faz tudo o que estiver ao seu alcance para aliviar o desconforto do ômega.

° Você está prestes a dar à luz, você está inquieto, aflito com as dores do parto. Draken segura sua mão e o tranquiliza, prometendo ficar ao seu lado o tempo todo.

"Você está fazendo um ótimo trabalho, b/n. Vai ficar tudo bem, eu estou aqui com você.", Draken falou.

Draken cuida de você durante o trabalho de parto, dando-lhe água, ajudando-o a se mover, encorajando-o e celebrando cada momento do nascimento do filhote. Ele está ao seu lado durante todo o processo, oferecendo amor, apoio e proteção.

#leitor masculino #imagine #fanboy #abo #draken #Tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers #Tokyo revengers imagine #omega male reader #alpha Draken #x male reader #Tokyo revengers x male reader #abo Tokyo revengers #Alpha Draken x omega male reader

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wordsaresimple-imnot · 7 months ago

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Masterlist

American Horror Story

AU!AHS multi-chapter

War meets Death - Michael Langdon x O/C Female **Currently on pause

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Band of Brothers

Drunken Confessions - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st person POV, male and female) one-shot, fluff

The next day - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader, Drunken Confessions pt 2, one-shot *smut*

Green Dress - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) one-shot *smut*

Pen pal's - Bill Guarnere x F!Reader one-shot, fluff/slight angst

Truth or dare - Joe Toye x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) one-shot

The game continues - Joe Toye x F!Reader, Truth or dare pt 2, (1st person POV, female) one-shot *smut*

That final line - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader one-shot *smut*, fluff & angst

Oil and water - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) requested one-shot *smut*, angst/fluff ending

Body heat - Joe Liebgott x F!Reader (1st person POV, female) requested one-shot, *smut*

In her arms - George Luz x F!Reader requested one-shot, angst/fluff ending

Leverage

New Hope - Eliot x Reader one-shot/drabble

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stupendouspizzacomputer · 2 months ago

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INSANITY (Hellaverse x isekai male reader) Winners (Part 1):

•Saint peter (Darren criss)

•Molly

•Gabriel (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2/freddyfazbear)

•Jeremy (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2)

•Susie (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2)

•Fritz (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2)

•Charlotte (Fnaf/Five nights at Freddy's/fnafvstf2)

•Dipper Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Mabel Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Hatsune miku/Miku Hatsune (Vocaloid/Project Sekai/Prsk)

•Stanford Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Stanley Pines (Gravity Falls/The book of Bill)

•Audie (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Cyd (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Dom (animal crossing/Nintendo)

•Gregory house (House md/Hilson)

•Callie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Marie (Splatoon/Splatoon 3/Splatfest/Nintendo)

•Nina caliente (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The simsTs4 Lookbook/Simblreen)

•Cassandra Goth (ts4/ts4cc/Sims 4/Sims4/the Sims 4/Simblr/Sims4cc/s4cc/Sims/The sims 2/The sims/Ts4 Lookbook/Simblreen)

•Eddie Riaz (911 abc/911 lone star/Ryan Guzman/Buddie/Bucktommy)

•Evan Buckley (911 abc/911 lone star/Oliver Stark/Buddie/Bucktommy)

•Aziraphale (Good Omens/Michael Sheen/King of fighters)

•Crowley (Good Omens/David Tennant/King of fighters)

•Hiccup (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Astrid (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Ruffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Tuffnut (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Snotlout (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Fishlegs (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Stoick the Vast (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Valka (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Gobber the Belch (Httyd/How to train your Dragon)

•Luz (Toh/The owl house)

•Amity (Toh/The owl house)

•Izutsumi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Marcille Donato (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Laios Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Falin Touden (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Chilchuck Tims (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi)

•Senshi (Dnd/Dungeon and Dragons/Delicious in Dungeon/ Dungeon Meshi)

•Riddle Rosehearts (Twisted Wonderland/Twst/Disney Twisted Wonderland)

•The adventurer (Ffxiv/Final Fantasy xiv/Final Fantasy)

•Cloud strife (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Tifa Lockhart (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Aerith Gainsborough (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Yuffie Kisaragi (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Barret Wallace (Ffvii/Final Fantasy vii/Final Fantasy)

•Elisabeth Woolridge Grant (Laba del rey)

•Sakura (le sserafim)

•Kim Chaewon (le sserafim)

•Huh Yunjin (le sserafim)

•Kazuha (le sserafim)

•Hong Eunchae (le sserafim)

•Hyunjin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Felix (Skz/Stray kids)

•Bang Chan (Skz/Stray kids)

•Lee know (Skz/Stray kids)

•I.N (Skz/Stray kids)

•Han (Skz/Stray kids)

•Seungmin (Skz/Stray kids)

•Changbin (Skz/Stray kids)

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•Daniel Howell/Dan howell (Dan and phil/mcr/amazingphil/terrible influence tour/Phan/Dan and Phil games)

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•Ivan (Alien Stage/Alnst)

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•Mizi (Alien Stage/Alsnt)

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•Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen (Bruce Springsteen)

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•Orange Cassidy (wwe/aew/nxt/wrestling/Fight Club/wwe raw/Monday night raw)

•Lara Croft (Tomb Raider)

•Kirby (Kirby/Nintendo)

•Anya (Mouthwashing)

•Sam Reich (Gastronauts)

•Brennan Lee Mulligan (Gastronauts)

•Vic Michaelis (Gastronauts)

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•Kendahl Landreth (Gastronauts)

•Matty Edgell (Gbbo)

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•Jannik Sinner (Sincaraz/tennis)

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•The Princess (Slay the Princess)

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•Gene Belcher (Bob's burgers)

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Luz Noceda/Amity Blight/Hunter x Lector como Angel Dust(TRADUCCION)

Género: Headcanons

Lector: masculino

Advertencias: lector tiene una horrible vida familiar y actúa como un idiota para enmascarar, pero no es excusa. Relaciones tóxicas, fluff y confort.

Luz Noceda

probablemente Luz fue la segunda en interactuar con lector. justamente compartiendo mesa en la clase de manejo de bestias.

lector se especializa en controlar animales pequeños e insectos, principalmente aracnidos.

por lo que OBVIAMENTE Luz se sintio MUY interesada en eso de inmediato.

sin embargo era bastante difícil interactuar con lector.

no porque el se alejara de las personas, para nada, sino mas bien que usaba metodos...extremos para llamar la atención.

como usar una criatura aracnida gigante para atar a alguien al techo por ejemplo (y reusarse a dejarlo ir por el resto de la semana) o robar cosas de los gabinetes ajenos con arañas pequeñas.

y como no, estaba el propio lector.

el actuaba de forma extravagante y exagerada, pero Luz pudo notar que realmente solo quería atención, sin importar que fuera positiva o negativa. la puso triste.

por lo que se decidio a ser su amiga!

son como el fanon Angel y Charlie básicamente.

lector va a la casa buho cuando quiere alejarse de su propia familia, para plaser de Luz y preocupacion de Eda.

es en parte un amigo mala influencia, pero mas que nada porque no conoce mejor(mejor dicho su propia familia no quiere que mejore por mas jodido que sea).

Luz le enseña mas sobre la empatia y el respeto, por lo que el trata de aplicarlo a ciertas situaciones que encuentra favorables. y en cierta medida funciona, ya no se mete con los estudiantes como antes.

LECTOR.AMA.A.KING. le hace cosquillas, lo carga como bebe, le hace ropita con tematica de araña ¡lo encuentra tan adorable!

Luz ve esto y SABE que hay algo bueno con lector, es un hecho.

Luz tambien es muy protectora con lector cuando se trata de su familia o ciertas relaciones que lo ponen en problemas, ella no lo pensara dos veces antes de ponerse enfrente de lector y sacar los glifos.

y tambien Luz lo defiende de quienes aun lo odian por sus bromas pesadas o actitud anterior. el esta aprendiendo y mejorando, pero realmente aprecia la ayuda adicional.

aunque aun necesita ayuda para saber que no es solo un proyecto para Luz y que siguen siendo amigos:'(

imagínate a lector hablando en italiano(contexto: Angel del piloto es de la mafia italiana) y Luz hablando en español juntos 🥺algunas palabras se parecen, por lo que seria divertido si hablan una mezcla rara para decir bromas internas sin que nadie entienda.

Luz y lector definitivamente han hecho un par de bromas a Hootie como represalia por comerse algunas de las arañas mascotas de lector(que en paz descansen) y pasan un buen rato.

Hootie no pero eso es otra historia lol

definitivamente lector es el tipo que le hace a Luz ESTA CARA 😏 cuando nota su crush en Amity y recolecta información sobre ella como si fuera la puta CIA.

es un sorprendentemente buen wingman lol.

en general, es un par muy sano.

Amity Blight

oh chico...

probablemente la que conocio primero a lector.

y aun MUCHO POTENCIAL de como pudo.

ya que la familia de lector es de mafiosos- digo, HOMBRES DE NEGOCIOS, por lo que no sería extraño pensar que Odalia estaría interesada en sus... servicios.

y gracias a esto Amity a interactuado con lector desde que ambos eran niños. ambos con sus diferentes demonios que manejar.

por un lado Amity tenia a su madre toxica y padre ausente, pero al menos tenia a sus hermanos de aliados..a veces.

eso fue lo primero que ella noto de lector.

el no tiene a NADIE.

sus hermanos lo rechazan, su padre lo odian y su madre nisiquiera figura, el esta solo contra ellos, contra el mundo.

Amity y el se sienten identificados el uno con el otro y se vuelven "aliados" desde jovenes.

no amigos, solo aliados.

aliados para cuando el otro necesite algo, ya sea socialmente o...en otras cosas.

diria que mientras Amity es una bully, lector es una mean Girl. y a quien Amity le tiene un agrado genuino, pues se entienden de formas mas personales.

gracias a esto lector tiene mas inmunidad con sus bromas pesadas e incluso Amity encuentra algunas de ellas divertidas cuando son dirijidas a la persona correcta.

pero eventualmente Amity madura, y tambien lector, y empiezan a verse de forma mas cercana, pues si hay alguien que sabe por lo que pasan es el otro.

Amity teme ser rechazada, si, pero es algo que lector tambien siente, ambos lo demuestran de distintas formas. uno buscando aprovacion, uno buscando atención.

por lo que Amity trata de dejarle en claro a lector que no tiene que ser especial o entrar en una categoría para llamar la atención, solo tiene que ser genuino con ella.

definitivamente ambos van a la biblioteca para relajarse, no creo que lector lea Azura pero escucha a Amity rantear sobre ella.

tambien probablemente Amity le sugiera a lector conseguir un trabajo ahi y asi estar lejos de su familia. como ella.

lector, aun con todas su fallas, le deja en claro a Amity que ella tampoco tiene que ser sobresaliente, de hecho le agrada mas cuando es una nerd de libros o cuando están fuera de la escuela, cuando son ELLOS.

definitivamente Amity va directo a la violencia cuando la familia de lector trata de lastimarlo :)

definitivamente ambos son unas divas cuando estan juntos.

puedo ver a lector siendo ese amigo que te ayuda a elegir outfit, y hace eso con Amity constantemente(o ayudarle a teñirse el pelo)

ambos combinan lol.

a lector le gusta el palisman de Amity, constantemente lo pone en un bolsito y lo pasea(para la preocupación de Amity).

cuando Amity pasa por la situación con su familia, puedes apostar a que lector lleva consiguió un ejercito de arañas detras de el mientras irrumpe en industrias Blight😅

y tambien es quien anima con mas fuerza por Amity en el torneo de lucha.

en general, dos niños de hogares disfuncionales siendo funcionales el uno con el otro💜

Hunter

definitivamente el que conocio a lector a lo ultimo.

y probablemente para cuando el ya se habia instalado en el grupo del Hex squad.

o si no..

digamos que se conocieron cuando ocurrio lo del Flyer Derby. lector decidio que le hecharia una mano a Willow porque no encontraba a Luz ni Amity(y gracias a su familiaridad con las arañas, puede imitar varios de sus movimientos EN EL AIRE muy bien).

y Hunter lo conoce asi, como un compañero de equipo.

similar a Vainy, lector se basa principalmente en defensa, pero utiliza algo...peculiar .

"SPIDER SHOTS PERDEDORES HAHAHAHAHAH"

Sip, básicamente puede lanzar arañas como si fueran proyectiles.

Hunter debio esta como "mira ese potencial"

aunque en general todo se medio arruino cuando quiso hacerles tener sigilo del aquelarre del emperador y todo eso...

la proxima vez que lector vio a Hunter fue en Hollow mind, porque el estaba en casa de Luz.

el definitivamente se rio de como Hunter hablaba con Flipjack🤣

pero cuando Luz y Hunter regresaron de la mente de Belos, lector pudo VER el trauma en los ojos de Hunter, el MIEDO PURO.

y se sintió...mal por el..

digamos que gracias a esto el es de los que mas rapido aceptan a Hunter en el Hexquad, no solo por su arrepentimiento genuino, sino porque se refleja un poco a si mismo en el.

y Hunter no es ajeno a esto.

cuando Hunter pregunta porque a lector, el se sincera, le cuenta como solia hacer exactamente lo mismo como mecanismo de defensa, herir a otros para sentirte mejor, para satisfacer a otros..

...y que aun asi te lastimen y dejen atras..que te hagan sentir peor contigo mismo...

Hunter puede relacionad esto con Belos, pero se da cuenta de que lector pasa por esto con su propia familia y tambien empatiza.

ambos son un duo raro, Hunter alterna entre ser el mas intimidante a ser el que lector proteje a capa y espada(para variar)

definitivamente Hunter tiene problemas para entender el humor de lector, pero cree que sus outfit con temática de araña estan increibles.

low key, el envidia su capacidad para cocer, perl eventualmente ambos bordan cosas para pasar eo tiempo y hacer bonding.

sin darse cuenta Hunter empieza a adoptar algo del humor para bromas se lector😅 todos temen por sus vidas.

lector definitivamente le enseña a Hunter ciertos mecanismos que le ayudan de forma sana a manejar el trauma y los ataques de pánico, ya sea mind fullness, respiraciones, ejercicios fisicos, listas, etc.

lector AMA a Flipjack y puedes apostar a que le hace ropita(y tambien hace ropa para honrarlo cuando pasa lo que pasa:')).

POR DIOS, LECTOR TIENE QUE ENSEÑARLE A HUNTER SENTIDO DE LA MODA.

creo que incluso ambos podrían hacer esparrin o jugar flyer derby cuando estan muy aburridos, o la vieja cabar un oyo, cosas de chicos.

en general Hunter empatiza a otro nivel con lector, y ambos funcionan en base a eso. un buen par de amigos sin duda :3

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