#n then other ppl can be thrown off by it who were never with it from the beginning

[dearhargrove]

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Summary Ethan knew Quinn was going to attack his friends - but the deal was to keep you as unharmed as possible. Unfortunately Quinn had never really liked you.

tags violence, wounds, blood, spoilers for scream iv, fem reader

word count 1380

a/n first time writing for scream! Recently watched it cuz of jack and wow…. Such a great movie like what. Anyway I decided to write this and I hope it's not all too bad :) enjoy. For the ppl that follow this account I'm so sorry I've been so inactive, I'll try post more <3

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It had happened quicker than you would've thought - in the span of a few seconds Tara and Sam's roommate (whom you didn't know well) is being shoved out of her room, blood splattering over the floor and Anika, who was pulled to the floor with the - now - dead Quinn.

She screeches as Quinn's dead body pulls her down with it, landing on her back on the hard floor. Everyone's screaming for yelling, but nothing registers in your mind as the infamous masked killer looks behind the door.

You're frozen, you've never been directly attacked by Ghostface, you've only heard about it from your friends who've been the victims before. "Go, go, go!" Sam yells and you nearly miss the sight of Chad dragging Tara behind him in a hurry to leave the apartment, their steps vanishing under the noise.

Sam is pushing against the door but with one harsh shove Ghostface is standing in front of you again. Sam runs to the kitchen, yelling something about getting knives, and you're left with the two other girls and whoever was under the mask.

Mindy's upper arm is slashed and bleeding profusely, "Shit, we gotta-" while you're all distracted trying to find a way out Ghostface manages to get in, knife raised. "Fuck!" You curse when Anika doesn't hesitate and pushes the killer to the floor.

They gather themselves quickly - too quick for Anika and Mindy to escape. They seem to almost completely disregard you as they charge for Mindy. You had no idea why they were focusing on her but you used it to your advantage.

With fast steps you're clinging to their back, arms around their throat to hinder them from hurting your friends even more. God, how you wished Ethan was here right now.

"Go, get out of here!" They look at you with conflicted faces but Mindy was in pain and could barely stand by herself. "I'll get back as soon as I can!" Anika whimpers.

When they leave the killer chuckles, "They left you all alone. Great friends," you're thrown off by the voice and the comment, your grip loosening. They seemed to have expected it and they rip your arms away, pinning you to the wall behind you.

"Fuck you," you growl and try kicking somewhere it'd hurt. You don't see the knife until it's in your abdomen and a painful scream rips from your throat.

The pain is hot white, searing through your body as they push the knife further upwards slowly, your blood oozing past their hand.

Your head is thrown back against the wall and you can almost feel your consciousness slipping from the numbing pain.

"Not today!" Sam suddenly yells and hits Ghostface over the head with something you can't decipher. They distinctly groan and fall to the floor again, you slumping over only barely holding onto the table next to you. Sam calls your name but you can barely move your hand from where it's pressing against the big wound.

"Fuck," she curses under her breath, "We gotta get out of here."

She helps you lay your arm over her shoulders and you try your best to walk with her, but the killer gets up again. You just cry out when you have to hide in Quinn's room.

There's blood on the floor - probably from when she was stabbed earlier - and Sam helps you sit on the bed as she hurriedly pushes a dresser in front of the door.

You're aware that the only way out is now blocked and you're close to giving up when Sam gasps. Looking up you see her reaching for something until she pulls- a ladder? forward and into the room.

She hurries to you and grabs your face in her bloodied hands, you recognize it as yours, "Okay, you'll have to climb over, the others are there, okay?" Everything is blurry when she pulls you over to the window, the ladder looking way too unsteady to safely get anything across this 10ft drop.

"Sam…" she's busy pushing the dresser back in place so you speak up again, "Sam, I won't be able to do this." She shakes her head and tries to interrupt but you stop her, "You go first. I'll be right behind, okay?" You manage a shaky smile and she's conflicted but there's shouts from the other apartment, her boyfriend and your friends waiting for you to make your decision.

She groans in frustration but nods, "Right behind me." She emphasizes and climbs onto the metall.

Your head falls down to your chest in exhaustion again, your blood staining your entire lower body a dark red.

You can hear the creaking from where Sam was climbing over until there's a shout of relief and soon your name, "Climb!"

It takes at least a minute to even walk to the window and by the time you've moved half a meter the dresser is pushed and the door is close to opening.

Your heart is beating so fast you're afraid it'll just completely stop any moment now, but with the encouragement and the thought of your boyfriend at home you manage to move across halfway before they reach the window.

Your friends go suspiciously quiet so you look up, "What?" That snaps them out of it and Chad yells for you to hurry up.

You catch a glimpse of someone storming into the apartment as well, and then curly hair and brown eyes are all you see as Ethan reaches towards you, "Grab my hand!" You whimper but the killer seems to have gone quiet on the other side so you remove the hand that was clutching your stomach and reach out.

You're shaking but manage to grab his hand and he pulls you through the window and into his arms. You feel tears leak out of your eyes and fall down your cheeks onto his shoulder before your head lolls to the side and your vision goes black.

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When you wake up there's people moving around you and your head feels woozy. "She's up," one of them says and people are moving out of the way as someone rushes to your side.

"How are you feeling?" He asks and you turn to him, your eyes clearing to see it's Ethan. His eyes are wide and he doesn't know where to put his hands, awkwardly hovering over you.

A smile breaks out on your face and you grab his hand, feeling better than before. "Like I got stabbed?" You joke. He huffs but looks relieved and puts a hand on your cheek, thumb stroking under your eye.

"Do you know how scary it was when Chad called me and said you were trapped with Ghostface?" His voice is still a little shaky and you can see he was terrified. "Well I'm fine now," you offer.

He grunts and shrugs, "Sure you are." His hand falls from your cheek to your abdomen where a thick bandage is wrapped around. "They said you almost died because of the blood loss." He whispers, more to himself than to you and his hands are shaking.

"Oh, Ethan," you mumble and pull him closer with an arm around his neck. His shoulders are shaking and you can feel his tears against your neck. You keep him close to you, one hand buried in his hair. You smile at Tara who was standing a bit further away with the others.

Mindy had her arm wrapped in bandages and the others were seemingly discussing something. Tara nudges Chad with her elbow and he looks at her before his eyes move to you and his roommate cradled in your arms.

He smiles before smirking and taking his phone out and taking a picture. You chuckle and roll your eyes, holding your middle finger up, smile not leaving your face.

[sapphicdib]

hey random thought but I was looking at the overseer description on the rain world wiki and it said that the green overseers only spawn in outer expanse and subterranean and that got me thinking

unlike spearmaster who had srs watching over them through the red overseer (until pebbles zap it outta existence) Hunter didn’t have any overseer watching over them

That means that Nsh wouldn’t know for sure if Hunter succeed in the mission because Hunter never made it back home, either succumbing to the rot or passing on through the void sea and Siggy wasn’t watching his cat unlike Suns

Nsh probably thought that once Moon wakes up, she could message the entire local group again however, Moon’s collapse left her in a state where she couldn’t communicate with the other iterators even after her revival

I mean, to cut slack for Nsh. Pebbles did put the entire region into lockdown (see five pebbles dialogue for when gourmand first enters the cann) so he probably couldn’t get in with Hunter but still

from Nsh’s perspective moon’s fate is uncertain. His hunter’s fate is uncertain.

Maybe he saw the little messenger going through subterranean which meant that Hunter probably succeeded. Maybe the last he has seen if his slugcat was before the Hunter entered the region and Hunter hasn’t returned home yet nor did Moon showed any signs of activity.

Maybe his plan worked and the keys were delivered. He wouldn’t know for sure…

basically all I’m saying is that Nsh feels like the person who would had definitely thrown more (hopefully non-cancerous) slugcats towards Moon instead of tossing Hunter and the angstiest option for why he didn’t was because he thought his plan fail as Hunter will never go home in the base game and Moon couldn’t communicate her revive

UGH YES!!! i hc that you can still see sig’s overseers sometimes in subterranean/outer expanse is because she’s still…well, desperately searching. at first for a sign of hunter, and then for a sign of moon when he realizes hunter’s probably not returning, or perhaps a way to get into the facility to see if his plan even worked.

part of the reason i think hunter was so sick is just because by the time sig made her, his facility wasn’t in the best shape, and he was rushing, desperate to save moon. in the note she sends her it literally says “excuse the unorthodox delivery method, equipment eroding etc etc”. i truly do not believe sig is “bad at making slugcats” or “didn’t follow suns’ instructions” because his dialogue PROVES THAT HE CAME UP WITH THE CONCEPT FIRST. (sorry that shit grinds my gears when ppl brush sig off as either stupid or malicious when it comes to hunter) because like…this mission is SO important to her. why the hell would he make hunter sick, therefore limiting her time to get to moon and possibly causing her death before she could reach her goal?

hunter’s last wish in the void sea is to be back in sig’s arms. if he were truly malicious/didn’t show respect for her messengers, why would hunter want to return? so yeah, seeing his overseer out in the outer expanse, searching for hunter or a sign of moon being alive just ;-;

i don’t rlly think she sent more messengers after that, mainly bc he knows any slugcats he makes after hunter will likely meet the same fate due to the erosion of her equipment/the fact he thinks “there will be nothing left of moon by the time one is ready”. sig just breaks my heart because she tried and tried and tried, reaching out as far as he could, and still never knew if his plan even worked. i’m gonna stop here bc if i keep talking i am going to be writing a goddamn essay that would be better than anything i ever turned in in university LMFAO i have so many goddamn Feelings about no significant harassment rain world.

also me n ghost are actually doing an rp that’s kind of like this lmfao, and in it the reason hunter gets sick is because sig basically works herself so hard she ends up damaging his structure and the sudden power failure/shutdown affects his experiments. (obviously that has no basis in canon and is more just us writing fanfiction about what could have possibly happened)

anyways after all that angst, here is a screenshot from my game where sig’s overseer showed up and sees moon bringing sluppy hunter home :’) in my dreams i can pretend she made it back LMFAO

[yuckyfucky]

⋆｡ﾟ(??????? // ?????????) 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑.𝖿𝗍.𝐄𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐄 𝐖𝚰𝐋𝐋𝚰𝐀𝐌𝐒 remix

author’s scribbles: my s!lly as$ was in an incredibly s!lly mood. i wanna laughᵎᵎ i wanna have fun, a bch can hardly sit stillᵎᵎ

summary: ♡ ellie goes out on a date with friend ♡

uhhh w⚠︎rnings(??)..mm 2 b aware of..(???): honestly self insert, alllll oc’s r blk(coded) ☆, a lvl of unserious-ness, these bchs r str8 (no) up CLOWNS, “cuz u gay n’ stuff,” fwb 2 lovers, fluff + suggestive, not proofread @ all (SAWRY), loosely based on a story i have in mind, i have a visionᵎᵎ

l: v (very), wld (would), 2 (to), cld (could), bk (back), @ (at), nvr (never), 4 (for) // my slang is jus foolishness buh i can’t stop! update: im reading this thinking..damn this might give y’all a HEADACHE geezus, lemme make it make sense a bit fr 😭💀

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✎ “come.on. there’s gotta be fucking something..SOMETHING!” the last time ellie went shopping was almost half a yr ago. she wore her shit til the seams unraveled

✎ cue 2 a night when she tried 2 send an “accidentally on purpose” thirst trap but the second she pulled @ her shirt 2 flash a lil sumthin’, it came undone by the sides she still sent a pic

✎ wearing SCRAPS 4 clothing @ this point. “fffuuuuUUUUCCC—!” just a mess!

✎ n’ her excuse reasoning 4 STILL not going 2 damn store despite actually looking very forward 2 her night-out “it was in the spur of the moment!” (sheee literally had three whole days 2 go buh was all heart eyes n’ wobbly knees simply bcuz she had finally asked. oh, n’ bcuz her date said “yes,” obvi ♡)

✎ her hands shuffled robotically in front of her face before settling them on the back of her neck. terrible, TERRIBLE tics; she knew better than 2 bite @ her fingers

✎ especially after oc had made a comment that if she didn’t stop she’d end up with “frog fingers.” completely brushing over the countless vids of ppl they’ve seen wound up in the hospital bcuz of that that n’ a few other ridiculous warnings were thrown @ ellie if she didn’t want 2 end up accidentally leaving herself disfigured in the later future

✎ lightly being scared—or as she would call it, “bullied” out of her bad nervous habits

< from: my silly rabbit💋💋 > (tots didn’t personally put that in as their contact 030)

nobody:

u:

✎ but it was working. her lips also recovering from the excessive biting and lack of lip balm

LOL&;$:8:8.&IMFKNGONE ↴

✎ disgustingly dragging/typing out their laughter 4 emphasis on how funny they thought sumthin’ was, ranging from pure gibberish or (a personal fave) “AAAAAAAAAAAHHAHAHAHAHAHA” 4 obnoxiousness

✎ oc was as silly as they come: nvr failing 2 make an interrobang form above ellie’s head or getting a smile out of her

1) from a fucksesh that lasted nearly 3hrs, the both of them clocked out almost immediately right after. tho ellie’s slumber was cut short when she heard giggling in the middle of night. going thru emotions of confusion 2 anxiousness then annoyance n’ fearfulness. it was that she was being robbed or her place was haunted, n’ who tf had the time 4 either?? she leaned over, ready 2 shake oc awake n’ grab a bat she kept neatly stashed from underneath her bed buh paused when she saw them comfortably asleep with a fkn smile on their face. another giggle escaping their lips before they unconsciously stuffed their hand into their underwear

2) ellie could practically see the gears turning in their head from her peripheral. cocking their head 2 the side while they noisily slurped down a sweet tea they had gotten earlier from a lil donut shop right off of campus. a mischievous twinkle in their eyes. “..ellie,” they started ooh so casually “you know how to dance?” she squinted her eyes before rolling them. failing 2 suppress a smile which only grew bigger when oc surpassed hers with a cheshire-like grin “…no.” “So if I throw ass, how you gonna catch it?”

✎ dina shared that ellie was only working herself up. especially considering that they’d b out n’ around in such (inconsistent) humid + hot weather. with a pat on her shoulder n’ a “you’ll figure it out” 4 extra support, along with a promise to take her shopping next week. n’ ellie did. same way she let out a sigh of relief when she figured out which carnival 2 go 2 instead. this one being 30mins away. ellie didn’t want them to cross any paths with old habits. it was lowkey much 4 her that she still went 2 the same university

✎ oki, now ellie wasn’t exaaactly a player persay. tho she did happen 2 get around..often.. (unintentionally) leaving behind a lil more than a handful of broken hearts affiliated with either jesse or dina having 2 suffer n’ fend off awkward run-ins from “have you seen Ellie”’s. playing confused like they don’t practically live with her not like that’s their business anyway. blowing em’ off wit a neck scratch n’ a tired “she’s in jackson for the next two weeks.” followed up by a ray of annoyed texts sent her way: bro, call them already! x next time im giving them the keys to ur room buh-buh ntm on her! she’s a changed person now!

✎ tho she did met oc @ a time despite claiming she was done with hookups, happily welcomed them into her life with open arms, and open legs and an open mouth. but it was a treat 4 herself! had absolutely no expectations other than a lil summer fling @ best buh overtime she found herself wanting them 2 stay a lil longer (tho it took her awhile 2 admit it)

✎ she crossed her fingers n’ hoped, damn near got on her knees n’ PRAYED that they didn’t know about her promiscuities. like she didn’t spend her first 2yrs n’ sum change walking round campus with “community strap” practically stamped on her forehead—like that wasn’t exactly how n’ y they even met! (womp womp)

✎ ◁◁: oc knew of ellie best from a conversation they shamelessly eavesdropped on during composition. a girl n’ assumingely a fren, were trying 2 ever so quietly (buh failing) 2 talk about her. her n’ another one apparently. called them a “cock carousel,” tho admittedly confessing she’d like 2 get on that ride all dreamily. it made them curious

✎ damn her hypnotic green orbs n’ those scruffy ass shoes!

✎ dina ain’t give a shit fr lol. FINALLY an opportunity 2 give ellie a lil makeover after all those years she turned her down when they were younger, cuz apparently she was jus too cool 4 that shi n’ dina was willing 2 take whatever she cld get. ellie knew it was coming too

✎ “you know—“ “no.” “..?..you don’t even—“ “no.” “why are saying ‘no’, you don’t even—“ “no.” “you didn’t even—” “no!” “fine, be late to your date!”

✎ either ellie wasted more time tryna puzzle piece whatever was left of her wardrobe n’ b late or her clothes would come apart before she even left the damn house, making her even more late

✎ she knew she gave herself the short end of the stick. ellie didn’t even have 2 utter a “yes.” dina was already down the hall happily humming 2 herself, that deep exasperated sigh of defeat from ellie was more than enough. she could hear the clatter of doors opening. it’ll just have 2 do

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“Okay, look up again real quick!” “Oou put this on ‘nstead!” “Lemme add another strip!” Excited squeals circled the living room. I stood tall and balanced on the foot stool. Theatrically posing like a Zara Model (a.k.a unserious). I basked in my friends buzzing energy like a damn mannequin while they beautified me for my little adventure—oh! Sorry, DATE, of the night. Lightly..floating away.. back.. — .t

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a late convo in the middle of July.

< from: ew!..♡ >

then the beeeest fucking part

ending the night with elephant ears

or funnel-cake

u know, something like that

“Something like that..” I read her text aloud to myself. Geeked up in bed like she was a high-school crush: a finger pinched between my teeth and feet kicked up into the air. This was serious!

I motioned my hand in slow circles as I watched the three dot speech bubble appear then disappear for the next minute.

Mhmm..Oki!..Oki!

Then two.

..Oki!..Oki!…….Oki? My smile faltered and I stopped my movements.

It’s been five minutes.

I lulled my head to side and scoffed. My dazed smile turned agape.

< to: ew!..♡ >

…..i know this ain’t ur way of asking me out

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ellie😭

i was working my up to it!

talking bout something like that

b a fkn lady!

damn! i won’t ask then!

ooooomfg, i was jus playing

it was funny.LAUGH!!!

elliiiieeeugh

We started spamming each other. Her pretending to be chicken shit while I demanded for an official proposal. I loved, fuckin’ DESERVED to be courted dammit!

fine! sorry!

..[redacted]

uuuugh

???

do u NOT want 2 take me out or sumthin?!?

bro, STOP

just let me do my thing!

“Just let me do my thing!” I mocked.

“Hmph!,” I let out a squeak as I hugged squeezed the shit out of my pillow. Growing silent while I waited. My heart racing.

can u go out with me?

What the..? I deadpanned and kissed my teeth.

i mean…..ig i CAN

u know, since that’s wha ur asking me

Giggling myself, I imagined her combing a hand through her hair while yelling out “oooooooh my gooooooo—!” I don’t care! This isn’t middle school!

toooots not w8g 2 b swept up off of my feet by prince charming or sumthin..

I dramatically pouted into the phone. Just sitting here! Waiting and waiting aaaanD WAIT—

O’ [redacted], O’ [redacted], wouldst thee liketh to wend out on a date with me to the

fuck it

carnival this saturday at 7??

Oh how dramatic!

WOAH?!

not even a “let down your hair” remix?? u went deep into the wenches wit it. u sure u nvr been 2 a renaissance fair b4🤨 bet they had ur freaky ass greet ppl by the s🚫x dungeons

u got that shi str8 from google anyway!!

Immediately a speech bubble popped up.

LOL

STOP, JUS LEMME HAVE A LAUGH OMGG

EHEM, EHEM!!

i wouldst v’ry much like—th..uhh that

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and u said I got my shit from google

took u 10mins just to look something up and put together that scrambled egg of a sentence

lmaooo

ANYWAYS!!

@ 7

T’is a date!

it’s a date

:)

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˚ . I threw my phone onto the bed and screamed into the pillow. Excitedly kicking my legs. ⋆ ⠀　　　⠀.　

　　˚　　　　,　“Wait, oh my gosh!”—I grabbed back my phone—“I gotta tell the others. Imma need help with this!” .

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< to: we r lightskin, n’ we can help you >

guess who’s goin on a date with a certain sum1 2 the carnival this Saturday, @ 7??!

I laid sprawled out. Waiting for my phone to blow up��bzzt! bzzt!.. BZZTBZZTBZZTBZZTBZZT! Oh, never mind.

What will we even do? Oki, I mean..yeah! It’s the literally the fair. Just get up on a damn ride, ‘woohoo’ n’ whatever, but like..it’s been a little minute since I’ve went out-out…especially on a date.

My smile fell and settled into a deep frown.

What if I embarrass myself? What if I don’t even get to do that? . What if she flakes out last minute? Or worse! What if—

“BOOOOORRRIIING!” I yelled. Wiping my face to swipe all of that negativity into the trash.

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　　　　　.　　　　“It’s a date,” I reassured myself. Lightly brushing my fingertips over my lips. That dopey smile making its way back on my face. “It’s a date.” ⠀✦

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✎ the house stood still. then came the hushed shrieks

✎ oc was suddenly pulled into a whirlpool of 21 questions n’ inspection: “text—no, CALL me when you guys get there! and give me updates every four hours.” “do you have your keys? what about your lipgloss?” “ur location still on?” their friend, brandy, patted n’ smoothed down the crop top she had picked out 4 them 2 wear (along with some shorts). “okay..okay..” reassuringly murmuring more 2 herself than them. making sure the 10 strips of boob tape was wrapped securely (they REFUSED 2 wear a bra again!..unless it was rly cute ofc)

✎ n’ right before they knew it , n’ could answer a damn question, they were shoved out the house with a slam behind them

✎ staring @ the puzzled freckled faced girl (who quickly collected themselves from tripping up the steps from the porch n’ almost crushing the gifts she had bought them)

✎ she was dressed in a plain black wife beater top, dark green lounge shorts n’ those damn converses. she scrunched up her face n’ scoffed @ nearly everything dina originally had picked out. hyping herself up in the bathroom “damn i look good” while dina stared @ her thru the mirror bored n’ rolled her eyes before walking away

✎ does that shit where she uses her spit 2 slick her eyebrows instead of buying eyebrow gel

✎ all of that just 4 her 2 hide in her car 4 almost 10mins outside of oc’s place bcuz she was doubtful n’ regretting her outfit choice

✎ oc ooooobviously thought she looked hot af (regardless/always) ♡

✎ “oh uh, sorry about that. my friends are uh..” oc’s hands flailed around as they tried 2 collect their words. pointing n’ looking back towards the front door, but paused when they didn’t see any light from the other side of the peephole. “the fuck..?” were they..seriously watching them?! looking 2 the window, immediately the curtains shuffled bk. NOSEY PERVERTED AS—

✎“like that isn’t you..” ellie let out a chuckle from behind them. “here.” she handed them an overly stuffed gift basket full of pop up confetti cards, candy n’ sum other things. knowing how much they love 2 b spoiled with all the lil silly things that makes their world go round. beaming like a child on halloween night

✎ ▷▷: engulfed by the shrill screams of kids n’ the aroma of overly sweetened treats in the air battling the occasional MUSK from ppl that refused 2 wear/carry deodorant. the two of them spent the first half an hr pushing thru the crowd 2 find one of those expensive air sprayed shirt displays. bought sets of two: coordinating n’ individuals. oc settled picked a stencil 4 their shirt 2 say heaven sent in bubble font with a hot babe on the side where ellie’s said hell bound in block font with a big headed styled chibi drawing of her

✎ individuals: oc’s got a bunny blowing hubba bubba n’ ellie’s was of the moon of course (she’s never taking it off btw)

✎ oc tots failed 2 b keep their frens posted buh @ least they turned on their location. it counts 4 sumthin!

✎ oc has a major sweettooth: practically inhaled a diabolical sugar rush of strawberry milkshake topped with giant lollipops, cotton candy, sprinkles n’ gummy bears. ellie felt sick jus looking @ it. they were getting caramel popcorn next

✎ all the rides were old n’ rusty as hell. went on the lil spooky merry go-round n’ not even a jump scare or sum flashing lights, jus riding in the dark 💀 wasted 3tickets 4 that shi

✎ they shared a liking 2 fast, spinning rides. jus another n’ a much more fun excuse 2 b up against each other (…in public)

✎ not silly, jus a menace: “put ur foot here” ellie bent down 2 show oc a cool trick, “now lift,” already walking away. pleased n’ laughing 2 herself. “UUUUGH!” leaving behind oc 2 grimace @ the glob of gum stuck beneath their shoe. yeah, cuz that’ll show em’ 4 putting a fkn ZIP TIE who tf just carry’s those??! on ellie’s car handle attached 2 a shopping cart 2 beat her in a (mini n’ SAFE) race back to her place

✎ “it was funny. laugh!” ellie mocked. circling oc as they pretended to b annoyed. “y’all hear sumthin?” literally jus talking 2 themselves, per usual. ellie kissed her teeth “such a baby, here I’ll make it up to you” she stride towards one of the many gaming booths where workers who looked like they had better things 2 do boringly resisted lines along “step right up…” (disappointingly looking nothing like nor holding the same enthusiasm like that one guy from that carnival video game) “which one you want?” oc pointed at a Kai-Lan plushie

✎ ooh, she cheated. it was either that or she was gonna (somehow) steal the plushie. the both of them coming 2 an agreeable justification: all the games were rigged

✎ hanging out 4 a bit, ellie ate two corndogs n’ oc stuffed their face full of fries (that were no different—literally bought from the grocery store, not they cared anyways. their argument being “it’s tastes better!”) while they complained n’ expressed their delight 4 the “architecture” of fairs. rambling on n’ on about how lame most places r now 4 taking down all the weird whacky shi: the giant objects on the walls @ in malls 4 advertisement, the fake homes above the deli/vegetable section in grocery stores, fuckin’ fast food restaurants n’ movies theaters losing wha made them movie theaters in the first place. “whyyy do i have to drive out of the state just to find a movie theater that still uses mothafuckin’ cutouts?!” all the things that made life a little more enjoyable. “look, look!!” holding up their phone 2 ellie’s face “i know what im talking about!!”

✎ completely bypassed the ferris wheel or a causal walk right after eating n’ excitedly got in line 2 the fkn GRAVITRON🧍🏽‍♀️learned absolutely NOTHING from the last time they went 2 the fair n’ ate a shit ton of food before going on a ride. literally has it set as a “rule” in their notes app

✎“shit, i think im gonna—“ ellie held her hand against her stomach as she hunched over the exit railing, covering her mouth. “im walking away from you” oc hurried down the ramp “you better not! stop!!” screaming @ ellie as she chased them around acting as if she was gonna vomit on them

✎ she actually did puke. making a frantic beeline to the bathrooms. oc gave them the french fry bucket they were gonna keep as a souvenir , incase she felt nauseous again buh the toilet wasn’t close by. they’ll jus get another one before they leave

✎ eventually the musky crowd dispersed, children’s screams were replaced by light squeals n’ the pitter patter of shoes against the grass mixed with unintelligible conversations

✎ the two of them made their way towards the back of the fair. headed str8 4 the funhouse that was freakishly empty. the glow from the red lights created a spooky ambiance. just walked right in cuz whoever was supposed 2 stand outside was nowhere 2 b found

✎ “this kinda reminds me of this music video..ca—mm..don’t know a lick of belig..em??..belginguam??” “Are you serious..” “Wait hush, hush, HUSH! uhh..belgium—YEAH, belgium!!”

✎ they started shuffling their body awkwardly, trying 2 replicate the dances in the mv. “lemme stop before something actually happens” it was supposed 2 b like a ritual/possession

✎ “uh uh, back up!” “what i thought you liked me?” ellie corned them tryna get a kiss. “yeah once u brushed n’ rinsed out your mouth! im not kissing no—stop, get off of me, FREAK!” they giggled. pushing her out of the way n’ running back outside

✎ ellie’s ego was satiated from showing off her gaming skills at a mini arcade (since when did they have those??), adding another plushy to the mountain oc was carrying beside her. tho their mood was a bit sour bcuz the photo-booth was out of order , all those pinterest reference photos they were so ready 2 recreate

✎ greedy as$ bought more fries, a burger n’ two extra corndogs. choosing 2 believe the money was being well spent . no real care 4 cost effectiveness , “it made me happy that’s all that matters!!”

✎ n’ ofc, ended the night wit elephant ears AND funnel cake ♡ (n oc’s phone blowing up 4 not giving the dets 2 their nosey frens)

damn that ending was FLAT!! lol 😭😭 tell me if i used hcs properly tho , literally jus told a whole story thru it cuz i couldn’t do it the other way (yet). was fighting 4 my life fr // thanks lot 2: [ @s-4pphics n’ @seattlesellie ] 4 encouraging me 2 write ^-^

[iagreewithlilithsrightsnwrongs]

do u think when lilith went through the portal a second time, she finally understood/remembered what happened after she got taken by the tarask in s1??? n why she comes back validly shaken n desperate for ANYONE to understand? 

do u think she understood that adriel n reya know each other n he was her best bet at understanding her monster nature? i think thats why she went to him, scared out of her mind but hiding it well, n just going with whatever he was doing cuz she knew, as much as her sisters love her n care for her, they got no fucking clue whats going on. its not their fault, but she did leave toledo n her mother’s house knowing she needed to find answers fast, knowing she could never be the warrior nun and what that entails, knowing she shouldve made peace with that a long time ago but fuck that was her WHOLE LIFE thrown away by a complete newbie who made her like this!!! the very monster she was supposed to hunt!!! 

my bby knew jack shit of what she was doing either, she just traded a bad situation for another bad situation that she could at least understand. i think thats why she trusts adriel so blindly, he SOUNDS like the answers she needed, she feels understood. but its also why at that ava n lilith scene where ava ends up hurting lilith on her face at the end, lilith is so fucking emotional n angry n scared when ava tells her to go back. 

how can she go back when she fucked up like this? how can she go back n act like shes truly at their side when they cant n will never understand hers? how can she go back to a place where it felt like home, like her destiny, when she failed them so horribly? she can never go back. she doesnt believe she can or should. shes heartbroken, n she cares so deeply abt ava n her sisters but those hours spent on the other side showed her some truth she cant ignore. n now she has to live with it. 

she wants to do what the warrior nun would do, save the world of evil, help her sisters. well, sometimes that job has difficult decisions. sometimes ppl die. im thinking abt the first ep when lilith tells mary that she knows what needs to happen. n shes right!! if they want to get rid of evil n save ppl, they need to be objective n follow the protocols. i think her siding with adriel n then her, at the end after he dies, when she warns beatrice of the war, helps ava to a place where she knows she can heal n survive, n literally does not give a single fuck abt adriel afterwards, just needed to warn her sister n go away, maybe to prepare herself for this war, was lilith’s way of doing what a warrior nun would do. 

she thought adriel could actually give her the tools n maybe even help her save the world. but then he died n she understood that maybe she needs to do this shit by herself. so she flies off, no fucks given. her business here is done, n now there’s war preparations to be done. i dont think she was ever in love with adriel, they were using each other for their own goals. 

would i have preferred if lilith found her new monster identity by herself n with the help of her sisters?? yes. do i like that she trusted a crusty white men to do it?? no. but i cant stand when ppl say that lilith loves adriel or smth. bby she didnt blink when the guy died. she was like “oh well, time to help beatrice save ava” like??? that scene shocked me n gave me hope that maybe lilith matured in a way that made her harder to manipulate. doubtful, but im hopeful. 

that girl is still very much driven by ambition but also by praise. those are her weaknesses for sure. 

also im pretty sure shes gonna get killed off next season cuz im used to shows like these to disappoint me so. yh.

[peepee-magee]

Rewatching avatar the last air bender is WILD as a full grown adult. Especially when it comes to the villains cuz as a kid I was just like ‘yeah these ppl are awful’ but then you become the adult. You become Iroh, and your like… gd these are CHILDREN DUDE!

You watch Zukos childhood memories as a kid n are like ‘while I understand it doesn’t justify your behavior’ n now as an adult IT TOTALLY FUCKING DOES! I’m usually an advocate for the past not justifying current conditions as an adult but sometimes there’s such a big split between who you were told to be n who you actually are that the only way to transition is to burn a clear path for yourself regardless of who it hurts n pray the damages are something you can mend afterwards. N while Zuko wasn’t consciously doing that for himself for a long time Iroh surely was.

I mean- he spoke out against sacrificing human life needlessly (an objectively good thing should’ve been praised) and the repercussions for that were being LITERALLY DISFIGURED by your OWN GUARDIAN and then being THROWN AWAY!? What kinda nut case does that? Ik that’s the entire point but it’s insane just how willing you are as a kid to accept that as a realistic out come. It’s crazy how willing you are to accept your caregivers would happily toss you aside, maybe even try to kill you, if you become to much of a hassle. NO ITS NOT! NOT NORMAL AT ALL! Cuz now I’m an adult n you know what never in a million years would cross my mind regardless of the kid being mine or not? ATTEMPTED HOMICIDE n the ABANDONMENT. If I see you as my kid we’re in it for the long haul buddy

Zuko does what Zuko does cuz he’s the only sane person in a family of lunatics n when your the only sane one in a lunatic family with no support you become insane to fit in. This isn’t even going into fucking AZULA who while admittedly being a nightmare is also doing the same shit Zuko did. She just had an easier time dying her wool white cuz it was already gray to begin with.

Ik this is old news but I’m exhausted n it’s just now sinking in how fucking insane all the adults in this show are. Except for Iroh, Hakota, n the occasional monastery all of them have been willing to sell these kids for a grape up until they become useful some how n what a fucked up thing to have to internalize.

It makes me get why Toph became a cop. She could’ve done other things easily but she internalized the message that she’s useless if not serving so deeply that she became police chief to avoid the perceived threat of being thrown out of the only family she’s ever had that valued her as a full person. She could’ve not helped with the republic city project, but then she’d be out of the loop on something the entire rest of her family was doing, n suddenly she’s on the outside, n then as history has dictated to her that’s only one step off from being alone again. No wonder she ran to the swamp the second the pressure was off for a second. I mean her whole family abandoned her just because she turned out not to be helpless so she just 180 pivoted to being fully helpful all the time n never looked back. Which if you’ve ever done you know is it’s own hellish nightmare that ppl are willing to over look cuz it serves them

[jrueships]

need klay to come off of Jaren immediately, trip didn’t mean anything by it the grizzlies are just like that 🥺

no literally like it was funny at first but then it started turning into leave my wife's NAME out your FUCKIN mouth !!!!!! like this is THEIR beef, twitter gremlins didn't have to flock to it like they did, but those people never have anything ever better to do besides poop a turd on the keyboards 🙄. im glad the draft happened & everyone kinda forgot about the beef cus right before that jaren got back from Italy n lowkey started firing back 😭

the grizz mentality is great in little spoonfuls but sometimes they overfill their welcome and get annoying with it

[secret-engima]

actually WHILE I’M HERE HAVE SOME UCHIHA CLAN THOUGHTS BECAUSE *yeets Kishi and his two-faced worldbuilding about Uchiha into the sun*.

-Uchiha are actually incredibly emotional and during the Warring State Era were probably a *lot* more willing to express that to each other and be supportive because again- Super Vision. These are the ppl who cannot and will never forget their trauma, which means to stay sane they have to also memorize and cling to their love and family to stay balanced. This probably started changing after Madara went off the deep end and Konoha was looking sidelong at the Uchiha in fear of another Expressive Uchiha Going Nuts, so they started trying to be more like their peers and be Reserved Shinobi Families. Which totally didn’t bite them in the butt years later with Itachi but moving on.

-There is no force on earth, not even Kishi, that can convince me that Tobirama did not respect the heck out of the Uchiha. None of this “uchiha are the clan of hatred” nonsense. You do not look at a clan you secretly mistrust and low-key hate and give them the keys to your village security and the upholding of all it’s laws. You do not hand someone you do not trust the literal beating heart of your village and tell them to be the guardian and bridge between the civilian and shinobi sectors, not to mention the many inter-clan interactions and clan culture clashes that would need to be smoothed out for the continued operation of Konoha daily life. You do not take one of that clan as your personal student if you’re afraid that he or any of his future kids he will not doubt pass your teachings on to will go nuts at the drop of a hat. Giving the Uchiha the police force was a way to make them the bedrock of the village while also trying to ensure that no Madara would ever happen again, because if the majority of the Uchiha are in the village, then the majority of them will not be gaining insanity inducing battlefield trauma with their sharingan.

-On the police force, you ALSO cannot tell me that most of the Konoha civilians did not respect and even adore the Uchiha police force. Sure they’re a bunch of stoic looking, prickly fellows, but these detail obsessed, hyper competent shinobi can and *will* intercede on your behalf when your shinobi neighbor is getting pushy or too loud or just leaving blood everywhere and you’re afraid to ask him to please maybe hose off before tracking blood through the entire apartment complex like a crime scene. Civilians in Konoha live at the mercy of their shinobi, there’s no helping that, but the Uchiha were their lifeline and safety net for that. An Inuzuka and a Hyuuga got into a drunken slap fight that destroyed your shopfront and you need the clans to pay for damages but you’re just a humble lowly shopkeeper and you’re afraid the clans will ignore you because you can’t force the issue? Go to the Uchiha police force and file a damages claim.

A chuunin or jounin has taken to asking your daughter out and he’s starting to no longer take “no” for an answer? Call the Uchiha police force.

You’re a civilian business entering into a trading contract with one of the other major shinobi clans and you want to make sure that not only will the contract be impartial and loophole free but that the much richer, stronger, deadlier shinobi clan won’t strong arm you into accepting a bad contract? Ask the Uchiha to either oversee the proceedings or recommend a lawyer who can (who will probably definitely also be an Uchiha).

-The Uchiha were simultaneously a strong enough clan to handle any of the snits potentially thrown by the other noble clans or any jutsu-using criminals that cropped up in Konoha but also strict enough that they used that power to ensure civilians *and* shinobi would have equal (or at least as close as a military run child soldier village can get to equal) treatment. They also, being shinobi, would be the ones the *ninja* went to to settle disputes with their civilian Karen neighbor so that no one has to resort to murder. And being canonically proud as heck about their position as the police force you better bet your biju that they held themselves and their officers to a very high standard. At least until Danzo started backing them into a corner and they all collectively started going feral (which they were justified to do so, honestly).

*hisses softly* can you tell I have THOUGHTS about Kishi’s sloppy worldbuilding and lack of visible consequences for slaughtering his entire police force that also happened to be a founding and highly respected clan?

BECAUSE I HAVE THOUGHTS.

[kimbap-r0ll]

Hi! I love your headcanons! Would you write one about the troupe's reaction when y/n who is also a spider reveals that she's pregnant ? (With chrollo's maybe 😳😳😳) Thank you so much!

Thank you for the ask! Just in the future, know that things like pregnancy are topics I am a little bit awkward in, so if this turns out really bad plz understand :’)

Phantom Troupe finds out y/n is pregnant

I feel this can be answered more or less as a group rather than each one individually, so I’ll be sticking to that (they are a team afterall!)

They'll all be working together to help you before and after the pregnancy. They're basically family.

So there’s two ways this can go, one more realistic (imo) than the other

Option 1 (something I view as less realistic but wholesome)

To start, the first route is that they will have reactions that are a mix of happy and surprised. But all of them are thinking of the same thing; CHROLLO’S A DAD WHAT THE F-

Nobunaga and Uvo are definitely going to be calling themselves the cool uncles while Franklin’s trying to calm them down

They'll tease the hell out of Chrollo for being a dad, calling him old and stuff

Machi and Pakunoda are similar in their reactions; they’re here for you. If you need anything, they’re the ppl to go to since they honestly have the calmest way of approaching things

Machi might be tempted to sew baby clothing and other toys, but she'll never admit it

Chrollo is just there while the news breaks out smiling. He's thinking like "😊"

Hisoka’s basically nonexistent in the troupe so he finds out about this much much  later. He might drop by and say he wants to see how strong the child ends up

Feitan won’t say anything, but he might mumble a small “cool” to you before going to do his errands. He's one of the biggest worrywarts for you but won't admit it either.

Bonolenov is also a calm figure you can rely on. He’s good at music so he’s more or less of a therapist

If you ever feel stressed or sick because of your pregnancy expect at least half of them to say they want to help. You have cravings? There's a whole cart of it at wherever the troupe is hiding out. You feel sick? They'll even kidnap the best doctor if they have to.

Phinks slapped you on the back as a congrats before getting hit by Nobunaga and Machi to be careful around you

Shalnark and Shizuku are already asking about names you’re thinking of for the child. They're one of the younger members of the troupe and are just curious how it's going for you.

They all vow they want to protect whoever the child is and hopefully raise them right! Besides, they’ve seen how kids in Meteor City are abandoned, so they want to be there for the kid

Option 2 (kinda angsty?)

The other reaction they would have, one I have an easier time believing, is confusion and fear or what will happen next. Hell they might even be upset

They likely don’t want a kid around, even if they have Kortopi he’s enough for the troupe to take care of

Not to mention their line of work and their origins in a place so dangerous make them less approving of having children

So when the news broke out that you were pregnant, and not just pregnant but with Chrollo’s child, they feel a mix of emotions

On one hand, they’re happy for you (if you wanted to have a child that is) but on the other hand, now they have to ask themselves if this is the route they want to take

Chrollo's their boss so they have respect for him and you, so nothing mean or ill-willed will be thrown at you. But just know that if you are in the troupe, it's likely that being pregnant would be a major weakness to the group in terms of their feats in stealing and other crimes

I feel like Chrollo would also have the same feeling, like he would most prefer not having a child due to his work, but at the same time he always wondered what it would be like to have a child or at least a family of some kind other than the group he created

You might end up being dropped off in Meteor City or somewhere else by the troupe to take care of your child, with the rest of the spiders visiting you periodically. Overall, it’s hard for you and the troupe if there’s a child coming. They want the best for the kid, but with how much blood is stained on their hands, it's hard to think what kind of a child they might end up raising as a group.

[yandere-dark-cupid]

If you’re requests are open can I get a Yandere Zuko x fem reader where after the war he looks for his darling by making his guards track her down but without anyone knowing bc he doesn’t want ppl to think that he’s back into his old ways again and keeps her in the palace

Ok Angel 💜👌💜. If you want, I could continue this as a mini part to part scenario series if I have the time T.Angel. There is just so many ideas worming around this concept and just think of the crazy things the darling and Zuko is going to go through, while also keeping both of their identities on the veeery low-key. Just let me know Angel 😊☕💜.

Also everyone is going to be aged up to 18+ Btw.

Side note: For the sake of this scenario, the darling will be from the Southern Water tribe. If this Angel decides to let me continue this as a mini scenario series, then the both of us are going to talk about if the darling can be a Waterbender or not.

Warning ⚠!!!: Their is going to be some slight Nsfw in this.

Yandere Zuko: A Dragon's treasure

Five weeks. It has been five weeks since you've went missing. Once the war has ended, Zuko was planning to propose to you. But every since his coronation of being crowned the new FireLord, you just up and vanished. It was like you were never there in the first place. And Zuko has been scattering everywhere in the palace and Fire nation to find you or some type of clue. But nothing. There was nothing there. You really covered your tracks, didn't you?

Right now Zuko was in his thrown room. He was fuming- No steaming with rage. If anyone were to walk in to the room, they'll notice it was boiling in there. He tried to look everywhere in the palace. Even outside the palace. But to no avail. Zuko couldn't find you. You've made it clear that you don't want to be with him or any where near him with this type of stunt you've pulled.

Zuko took a seat on his thrown. His hands was on his head, just about ready to pull his hair out and shout in frustration. But then a knock on the door stop him. " *Frustrated sigh* State your name and your business." Zuko said with spite and a hint of venom in his voice. The person behind the door flinched at his tone of voice. "It's me Sir. The guard you put in charge of the search party for Ms.Y/N". Zuko perked up at the mention of his missing lover's name. " Come in. " said Zuko. With out a second thought, the guard entered the room. She bowed down in respect for her FireLord.

" FireLord Zuko I have an update about Ms.Y/N's whereabouts. " Said the guard. She almost stuttered. The guard noticed how extremely hot it was in the thrown room. It was a clear sign that FireLord Zuko was pissed out of his mind. " Well, " Zuko said in annoyance and anger. Zuko was beyond angry at this point. He was a whole entire cluster fuck of emotions right now. " M-me and m-my crew found some people who could be connected to Ms.Y/N's disappearance , your majesty. " Stuttered the guard in slight fear. Zuko quirked up an eyebrow at what the guard said.

Ah. So the guard managed to find the ones responsible for his darling's vanishment, or at least had some part in it. " Bring them in. " Zuko said. The guard only merely nodded, not wanting to meet the FireLord's intimidating gaze. The guard got off their knees and went to call the other guards, to bring out the people that played some part of the darling going missing. The other guards quickly brought out four other people. Those people was tied up, bounded, and blind folded. The people was visibly quivering in fear. They were very confused and scared on what they did to upset the FireLord.

The four guards forcefully pushed the four people down to the floor. Each guard took off each person's blind fold. In front of the four people, there sat the FireLord in all his glory. FireLord Zuko glared down at the 4 people in a burning gaze. So these disgusting pathetic excuses of human was responsible for his darling going missing. Zuko scoffed at the thought. After a painful intimidating stare down, Zuko finally spoke. " So your the ones held responsible for Y/N's disappearance. " Zuko spat out to them with his voice dipped in poison.

" I-if y-you're talking about a someone that has (h/c), (e/c), and (s/c) then t-they came to m-my store to buy clothes." The woman stuttered in fear. Zuko stayed quite and only listened. " If you're talking about the same person; they came to my food stand and brought some food. " the old man said quickly in fear of what the FireLord would do to him if he took so long to explain himself. Zuko only merely quirks his eyebrow. " Y-yeah, that same person came to my Shop and bought some bags and extra equipment as his they were going on a trip. " The man said while sweating nervously. " The same person came to shack a-and brought some w-weapons. " Said the short lady in fear. Zuko only hmmed at what they said.

" So you're telling me the lady you just described went to all of your stores and shops to buy something. " Zuko said still glaring down the four people. " Y-yes. " the woman squeaked in fear. The old man only nodded quickly. " Mhm. " both the man and woman said. Zuko got up from his thrown and began to walk down to his stand. " What should we do with them you highness? " Said one of the guards. " Bring them to the dungeon. I will decide what to do with them later. " Said Zuko. " I-I don't understand what did we do wrong. " Stuttered the woman in fear and nervousness. Zuko quickly turned to the woman, the woman quickly shuts her mouth. Zuko then begins to slowly walk towards her.

Zuko shot one of his hands out and grasps the woman's face in a painful grip. The woman squeaks in surprise and fear. Zuko just merely just glares down at her. His eyes is filled with a flaming rage. " You all are held responsible for the disappearance of Y/N, " Zuko spat out in anger. Zuko releases his hand from woman's face. Zuko steps away from the woman and is now in front of the four bounded people. " Since you all play a part in my- err Y/N's disappearance, you all will be punished accordingly. " The four people only shook even more at FireLord Zuko's statement. " All of you take them away were they'll never see the light of day again. " Zuko said with venom dripping from his voice.

The four guards only bowed and said a quick " yes sir ". With that they took the four people away. Now Zuko was once again left in his thrown room...... alone.

Zuko let out a sigh of frustration out. He walked towards a window that was in the room. He stared down at his people, he was thinking about something. Based on what the four people said, Zuko can conclude that his darling is no longer in the Fire nation. Zuko dug into his pocket and took out something. It was a necklace. A betrothed necklace to be more specific. You see his darling was not from the fire nation, no no no. You were from a Water tribe, the Southern Water tribe to put it. While Zuko was on his trip to help Aang defeat his father and help him master firebending, Zuko found out from Katara on what her necklace means. He found out that from the Water tribe in order to marry someone, you have to make a betrothed necklace and give it to that special someone. When Zuko found out about this type of information, he instantly got rapped up about it. Ever since he's joined team Avatar he was thinking about what life would be like when he becomes FireLord, then his thoughts were drawn into marriage. He can't help but think, his darling would make the perfect FireLady. His FireLady.

And they'll have children. They'll be lovely children. With his darling swelled up with another one of his heirs all while holding another one of their children. It'll truly be a.. delicious sight to see ~ Zuko hmmed in delight at the thought of his darling bearing his children. But... that's if he witness such a darling sight. Zuko groaned at his mood being dampened and soured. But he knows it's true. Zuko knows if he doesn't act fast, he'll lose his darling. And that lovely little scene that played in his mind, will be nothing but a mere fantasy. Besides, he doesn't want to get himself accidentally sexual frustrated.....

With that aside, Zuko begins to start planning and strategizing. Zuko walks away from the window. He calls a servant, he orders them to get one of his best generals. The servant was slightly hesitant and confused, but never the less terrified. Wasn't the war over? They pushed their question aside, because they know now wouldn't be the best time to question the FireLord. He hasn't been acting himself lately and has been been flaring up at anything these past few weeks. With out much of a second thought, they did as they were told and went to see if someone could get one of the generals FireLord Zuko was talking about.

Zuko on the other hand, went back to sit on his thrown. He knew it will take time for the general to get here, so he decided to sit and be patient for him to get here. All while doing this, Zuko began to plan out in his mind on how he was going to get his darling. He was thinking about getting some of the Fire nation's best spies to help track down his darling. Sending out a whole search team and alerting the public while cause some type of panic. Not only that but he's trying to show that He and the Fire nation has turned over a new leaf, that and he doesn't want people and the other members of team Avatar know he's basically going back to his old ways. Since everybody knows the history on how he went to the ends of the earth to find and Capture the Avatar, and he's basically doing the same for his darling. It'll put a bad name on him and an even worse name on the Fire nation. So he'll lay as low as possible and keep shush shush about it, so he doesn't rise suspicion and ruin all the hard work he's been putting in the past time he's became FireLord.

With all those thoughts in mind, Zuko decides to call the same servant from before. So he can see if his message has been delivered. The Servant said they already sent a messaging hawk out to see if they can reach the general. Zuko only hmmed and dismissed them, and told them to report back to him once the massage has been delivered. With that the servant left, leaving Zuko in his thrown room. Zuko dug into his pocket again. He took out the Betrothed necklace out. He gently creased and rubbed the engraving and creases. He took so many hours and very much effort into making this for his darling. Looking at it always made him feel calmer, it made him happy knowing that his darling will be wearing it soon. But then his darling ran away from him before he can give it to them. Zuko pushed down on the purple garnet at the thought of his darling running away from him ( the rest of the necklace's gems are made up of smaller bits of Rudy and sapphire ). Zuko let out another sigh of frustration. He began to think. Once is darling is back with him he's never letting them go...........

My God, this was a boom ass idea. Not only that, but an idea of Zuko having a bit of a breeding kink has been floating around in my mind for some time now. I had a lot of fun with this. Like I said before T.Angel, If you want me to make a mini scenarios series about this let me know 😆! Well I hope you enjoy it. Until next time my Little Tainted Angels, see you soon ~💜❤💜

[elucien22904]

if we’re comparing acotar ships to disney couples/movies then...

if gwynriel is ariel n eric....... elucien is rapunzel n flynn. (tagging @gwyns hope u enjoy pls add if u catch any other similarities!!)

•elain is a sheltered, innocent, feminine, naive girl who longs to see the world:

also loves nature, has a thing for flowers and is known for her sweet and bubbly personality. her family keeps her in a safe space where she is protected, but not free. (mother gothel with rapunzel, the ic AND ESPECIALLY AZRIEL with elain). both girls r compared do sunshine (rapunzel with her hair, elain with her personality)

•lucien is a sarcastic, idea driven, snarky, cunning male who has no real home or family who has always been on the run:

he also looks out for girls best interests, can get flustered and shy around her, but is only ever respectful.

•she’s even a little nervous and apprehensive around him when they first meet/ their first conversations (elain ignoring lucien, rapunzel shoving flynn in a closet)

•not to mention that flynn n rapunzel r gorgeous n lucien n elain r two of the most beautiful ppl in the acotar world (don’t argue w me on this one they r both THAT couple that gives everyone bi panic)

now for their POTENTIAL STORYLINE:

•he helps to set her free, shows her the sights of the world as they travel together:

•they find a sense of home in each other, she grows to match his sarcasm and wit, he finally lowers his guard and opens up abt his troubled past.

•he would help her realize who she truly is, and what she’s capable of. madja said herself that lucien would be one of the only people who could help elain, the only time she’s ever used her power was when he was in velaris with her. (mirrored with the scene where rapunzel realizes the the lost princess, and how she only could’ve reached that conclusion bc of her adventure w flynn)

•we learn that both girls are stronger then they appear to be. nearly everyone around elain has remarked that there’s more to her than meets the eye, rapunzels foes never expect to be nailed with a frying pan until it’s too late

•both men hide from parts of their past (flynn with the evil twins, lucien with tamlin and his autumn family)

•they form their own group and go on many adventures (vassa is pascal, jurian gives off maximus vibes tbh)

•they eventually fall in love, in an adorable and awkward setting, bc they were basically thrown together by fate (flynn just coincidentally stealing the lost princesses crown then stumbling upon her tower, lucien discovering that he’s elains (his old estranged friends sisters) mate right after she was turned fae)

•and rule their own kingdom/court together (lucien has the potential to lead three courts as high lord, elain would be his high lady)

.....and that’s all i could think of lol enjoy

[beccascribbles]

Hey there i totally lov e ur blog └（★ｏ★）┐ could you please do a Tsumu ,Samu Aakashi and Bokuto dating s/o who is more chubbier and curvy then average typcal ppl（＾_＾） And s/o sometimes happen to feel insecure about it(*´∀`*) ? please Thank you (≧σ≦) Keep going sending u love(^‿^✿)

a/n - hey! i hope you enjoy this and that i've done this request justice.

atsumu heard the front door creak open from his position on the sofa, a cooking show that osamu had insisted he watched playing on the tv. he leaned over, grabbing the remote and lowering the volume, opening his mouth to call out to you. before he could speak, he heard a soft sniffle, the sounds of shoes being kicked off. immediately, he was on the alert, back straightening. instead of entering the living room like you usually would, he heard the sounds of your footsteps heading up the stairs. his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

for a moment, he sat there, giving you some privacy. then, he rose from his seat, padding up the stairs with quiet footsteps.

from within your bedroom, he heard another quiet sob and pressed his ear to the door, hand hesitating on the doorknob. he wondered if you would want to see him, if his presence would help in anyway. deciding he couldn't leave you alone like this, he knocked on the door, pushing it gently open, "y/n? are you okay?"

"tsumu," you gasped, turning in his direction, wrapping your arms around your body in the process, trying to hide from his scrutinising gaze. his gaze remained focused on your face, on the tears pooling in the corners of your eyes. he reached out, hand freezing when you flinched away, reaching to grab the throw from the bed and wrapping it around your body. if he couldn't see your body, he wouldn't be able to reject you based on your appearance. "don't look at me."

"but you're beautiful," he grinned, stepping closer to you, bringing his hands up to your face and wiping away the tears that fell. "you're so fuckin' perfect, sweetheart. in every way. i can't help but be drawn to ya."

"you're lying," you mumbled, ducking your head. his finger slid under your chin, tilting your head up so you were forced to look him in the eye. he held your gaze steadily.

"you," he said, placing a kiss to the corner of your lips, "are beautiful."

before you could open your mouth to argue, he pressed a kiss to your lips, one hand sliding around to hold the back of your neck while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you against him. you couldn't help but relax in his touch, arms winding around his neck to return the kiss.

osamu finished squeezing the rice together, molding it into a triangular shape. he put it on the kitchen counter, reaching over to grab a piece of seaweed. carefully, he wrapped it around the rice ball, placing it down beside the growing amount. he was only making them for you to have for lunch, but knowing atsumu, he would invite himself over and end up eating most of them.

"that's a lot of food, samu," you said hesitantly, rubbing the back of your head. you avoided his gaze when you spoke again. "i wasn't really planning on having a big lunch."

his eyes widened at that. you always ate together during the weekend. he would surprise you with a new concoction he had created. you would praise him. atsumu would eat most of it, and you would all collapse on the sofa and watch crappy tv.

"why?" he demanded. "has someone said something to you?"

osamu moved out from the kitchen counter, stepping in front of you and grabbing your hands in his. "you can trust me, y/n."

"no, no," you said, shaking your head. "no one has said anything. just, don't you think i'd look better if... if i lost a little weight?"

"i think you look perfect just the way you are," osamu said, his thumbs brushing the backs of your hand. "but, if you want to lose weight, i'll support you, starting with you eating a decent portion of the food i'm making."

"thank you, samu," you mumbled. he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

"want to help me finish the rest of them?"

"y/n, love, what are you doing?" akaashi asked, his words accompanied by a gentle knock at the bathroom door. "you've been in there for a while."

"um... i'm just finishing up now," you said, grabbing your towel from the floor and wrapping it around your body. you studied your face in the mirror, the slight redness to your eyes. akaashi was too observant to think you hadn't been crying, that you hadn't been feeling insecure lately. as you turned to leave, the door creaked open.

he didn't say anything, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. akaashi stepped forward, wrapping his arms around your waist and holding you close. your head rested against his chest, eyes closing as you relaxed in his hold.

"you know you're beautiful," he stated, no question in his gaze. in his eyes, you were beautiful. akaashi would change nothing about you, would never want to. his lips brushed the top of your head.

"i don't know," you mumbled, clutching his shirt. "it doesn't feel like that sometimes."

"you are beautiful," he said, hands stroking up and down your sides, the texture of the towel rough against his skin. "i know you are. you know you are. trust me."

he placed another kiss to the top of your head, slowly pulling away from you and giving you a soft smile. he took your hand in his, giving it a small squeeze. "come downstairs when you're ready, okay? i'll have dinner on the table."

bokuto burst through the door of your bedroom, not acknowledging the fact that you were standing in front of the mirror, a frown on your face. he was quick to approach you, wrapping an arm around your waist to tug you into him. his lips pressed against yours enthusiastically.

"i missed you," he grinned, pulling away and placing a kiss to the tip of your nose. it was as he pulled away that he noticed your appearance, the clothes thrown to the floor of your bedroom. a small frown tugged his lips downward. "what's wrong with your clothes? do you not like them?"

"it's not the clothes, kou," you mumbled, avoiding his gaze. his brows furrowed in confusion, his thumb and forefinger gripping your chin to tilt your head towards him.

"what is it then?" he questioned.

"i just..." you fumbled, struggling to find the right words. "i don't really like how they look on me."

"but they look great on you," he protested, stepping away from you to pick up an item off the floor. it was one of your favourite tops, and he loved to see it on you. "like this. you always look so hot in this, baby."

he proceeded to hold up different items, explaining to you how great you looked in them. slowly but surely, you felt a smile tugging at your lips.

"thank you, koutaro," you said, stepping towards him and wrapping your arms around his neck. you pressed against the length of his body, holding on tight. "love you."

"love you too," he mumbled in response, his head pressed into the crook of your neck as his arms slid around your waist to hug you back.

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Natasha Romanoff’s child

Natasha Romanoff x child!reader

warnings:

a/n:

prompt: anonymous: “Hi! Can I request a HC for being Natasha's daughter? I think you haven't done it ^^ In love with your work btw ;)”

natasha saved you from a terribly cruel family that worked alongside HYDRA, they didn’t care much for you

she decided to take you in since she knew you couldn’t have a normal life after all that you’d already been through at such a young age

“think it’d be okay if you came home with me, sweetheart?”

you were happy to have a nice person in your life

she took off work for a while to help you settle in

natasha wished that she had a loving family growing up, or just anyone to support her

so this was how she was going to make it up

“do you want to talk about anything?”

“when dad was alive he hurt people. i didn’t like the sound of it”

her heart broke hearing such a young child have to be affected by something like that

she made sure you knew how much she loved you

you called her “miss nat” for a while

take your child to work day!!!!

she took you to SHIELD HQ

you LOVED IT you wandered off and watched other ppl work

“agent romanoff, why is your child on agent coulson’s shoulders” -fury

“my child loves to feel like their flying”

“alright, you make a fair point”

nick called you “litte agent” which sparked your inspiration to become a spy like natasha

“miss nat, i wanna be a spy when i grow up!”

“you do? well, you can do that if it’s what you really want”

you suddenly switched from “miss nat” to “momma nat” and she had to backtrack for a minute

“what did you call me?” she was BEAMING omg

“...momma”

she gave u momma bear kisses

over the years, you taught yourself the ways of an agent and a spy, asking momma nat for a few pointers here and there

also uncle clint offered to give you some help

“yeah, kid, just point and shoot”

“clint, i said ‘self defense’ classes, not ‘the most effective ways to murder someone’ classes”

“they go hand in hand, nat, you know this”

“what if i was wanting to teach them myself?”

“well, do you?”

*pulls him aside* “as a birthday present”

you really did well during any sort of training

guess you just take after your mom

when you were old enough, you applied to SHIELD (under y/n l/n instead of y/n romanoff) and passed every test that was thrown your way

“you’re a natural, l/n”

“thanks, i learned from the best”

you wanted to earn respect on your own, so you didn’t tell anyone your relationship with nat

and anyone who did know you before knew not to say anything about it

it was also a good move bc it put a target on your backs if any of your enemies discovered you were family, you’d rather not share bad guys

✨the avengers thought you were awesome✨

“y/n, you are so much cooler than your mom”

“say it again and i’ll dislocate your shoulder!” :)

clint is so entertained by you

tony just loves messing w you

“baby spider in the house!”

“spider? where? shall i kill it?” -thor

“no, thor, we’re just teasing y/n”

“do not joke about spiders, stark. one day, i may not answer your cries because i’ll figure you’re just joking”

“that got serious fast”

nat forgets youre grown sometimes

so she gets all protective of you and then goes 😳 when you kick someones ass for yourself

that’s her kiddo!!

getting thrown into the midst of a few avenger battles

but handling yourself pretty well if i do say so myself

nat hugged you a lot when you were a kid and she still does now

only longer bc she doesn’t like letting go often

“mom? you okay?”

“i just wanted a hug is all”

“oh, okay”

when u hug her back she remembers exactly why she chose to become a mother

she wanted to show you that love still exists in this world, even if you’re not shown it immediately

become sort of a role model/mentor to newer, younger avengers

i mean, wanda was about your age, so she asked you often what it was like to be so young and work as an avenger

you told her that when you’re given a life like this, your age doesn’t matter out in the field. it’s your choices that matter. once you begin to learn the ways of a team like this and you gain each other’s respect, that’s all there is to it

“your mother is the black widow?”

“that she is, mom first, widow second”

PETER PETER PETER

he fanboyed over you so hard when he met you and he had so many questions it never ended

“okay, so first: how do you do it? be so cool as a kid?”

“you take a deep breath and kick some ass”

“better advice than anything mr. stark has ever said to me—don’t tell him i said that please!”

you swore to secrecy

mother/daughter spy missions bc that’s AWESOME

choosing steve’s side in CW and honestly making her very proud of you

going on the run w her and team cap

which made for some very interesting memories

“mom, sam hid the tv remote from me”

“take the widow’s bite and give him a little shock so that he’ll budge”

“thanks! love you!”

big runaway family <3

“i like the new look, mom”

“yeah, i thought blonde might be pushing it but i guess it all worked out in the end”

rogue avengers -> avengers once more

well, those of you who were left

after most of your friends passed in the snap, you and your mom were more attached than ever, she felt like she would die if the two of you separated

sooner or later, it was time to fix past mistakes and go back in time

“i’ll see you in a minute, y/n, be careful” *forehead kiss*

“i will.”

and that was the last time you ever saw her

you ran into clints arms and sobbed

“i’m so sorry, y/n. i tried to stop her. she told me to tell you she loved you and she’s so proud of you”

if that wasn’t bad enough, you were attacked by another thanos and you fought with all your might

“is y/n okay?”

“just let them fight, they need this”

finally, the fighting was over and the avengers were triumphant, but at what cost?

tony’s funeral was held before nat’s

but natasha’s was bittersweet

and every week you bring flowers to her memorial site

the world wont forget her name

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[golbrocklovely]

cake tasting // colby brock

A/N: so this isn't a request, but i saw this tweet that talked about two ppl who were friends going into a bakery and trying wedding cake, and i just knew i had to write something based off of it. i could only imagine how cute it would be to go and do this with colby, omg. anyway sorry i haven't update anything else yet. i haven't been extremely motivated, but i'm gonna try to write thru out the week and hopefully get something else out to yall soon :) lmk what you think of this. hope you enjoy !!

prompt: you and colby go to a bakery and pretend to be engaged to try wedding cakes. you have a crush on him, but he doesn’t have one on you. or does he…? cuteness ensues.

trigger warning: PURE FLUFF BB, sickeningly sweet

word count: 1535

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"Are you sure we should do this?" Colby asked, keeping his eyes on the road.

I rolled my eyes at his nervousness. "Of course! I've done this before."

"How often do you do this?" He snorted, turning to look at me for a moment.

I shrugged nonchalantly. "Occasionally. Mostly when I'm really in the mood for cake but don't know which type I want."

"I just feel bad about it. I feel like I'm stealing." Colby bit his lip uncomfortably.

"Well, I usually end up leaving a nice tip and buying some cupcakes, so it at least seems like I was interested." I replied.

"Wait, how are we gonna pass as a couple?" Colby doubted.

"Did you think I came unprepared?" I lifted my hand to show a big 'engagement' ring.

Colby gasped dramatically. "Jesus, you're gonna make them think I'm made of money with that."

I laughed. "Lucky for you it's fake, much like our impending marriage."

"Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock." He snickered.

We pulled into the parking lot next to our destination, Casey's Bakery. I slid out of my seat and followed Colby. When we got to the front door, Colby opened it for me. With a light bell ring, the immediate smell of baked goods hit me as I stepped inside. I crossed my arm through Colby's, walking up to the counter. A white haired, older woman stood behind the counter, her back to us. She spun around, a sweet smile coming to her face.

“Hello! I'm Casey, welcome to my bakery. What can I do for you two today?” She greeted.

I grinned back happily. “Hi! We were wondering if maybe we could try some samples of your cakes? My fiancé and I are planning our wedding, and we thought we might as well try some cake while we're out.”

“Oh! Is this the fiancé?” Casey guessed.

I nodded lightly. “Yes.”

“That's wonderful, congratulations!” She beamed. “What are your names?”

“I'm Colby, and this is Y/N.” Colby chimed in.

“You two look so young. How old are you?” Casey questioned.

“We're both 23.” I admitted.

“Oh, you're babies! Okay, is there any type of cake you're thinking about for the wedding?” She inquired.

I pursed my lips. “Um... no, not really. The wedding is still a long ways away.”

“When is it?” She asked.

“Ahh, next year... sometime in September. No final date just yet.” I stuttered. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Colby nod.

“Oooh, a fall wedding. Might I suggest trying the carrot cake first then? That's usually our most popular for fall weddings.” Casey informed.

“That sounds great. We'll try that first.” I agreed.

“Goodie. You guys can go take a seat, and I'll be right out with your cake.” She mentioned, smiling.

I returned the smile. “Thank you so much.”

As Casey rushed off to the back, I sat down at the closest table. I finally realized, looking around, that no one else was in the bakery but us.

“How did you come up with that?” Colby queried, surprised.

I raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“The date of our 'wedding'?” He responded.

“I'm good on my feet, what can I say?” I explained smugly.

He shook his head, and then glanced around. “I feel bad. There's no one here.”

“Don't worry. I plan on buying those over there.” I pointed at the cupcakes in the display.

“They do look really good.” He noted.

“And it smells like heaven in here.” I borderline moaned.

Colby cleared his throat, moving in closer to the table. “So... where would you want to get to married, if you could choose?”

“I don't know. Probably on the beach,” I answered. “I've always dreamed of getting married on the beach.”

“That sounds nice. Have you thought about your wedding, like all the little details and whatnot?” Colby gushed brightly.

I cocked my head to the side, almost laughing at him.

“What? Isn't that something most girls do?” He argued jokingly.

“First off, not every girl dreams about their wedding.” I scoffed. “But secondly, yes I have.”

“Who'd you get married to?” He questioned abruptly.

I choked. “Um-”

Casey busted in, cutting me off. “Okay! Sorry about that. I figured I might as well bring out some other samples besides the carrot cake.”

She placed four plates down in front of us. Each had two little sections of cake on it. There was carrot, vanilla, chocolate, and red velvet. I could feel my mouth water as she placed two forks down.

“So, for any cakes that we do make, we can obviously do any form of icing. But traditionally, red velvet and carrot always have cream cheese icing. I do my own little spin on both, of course.” She babbled, giggling. “And then for the vanilla, I did vanilla icing. And the chocolate has chocolate icing as well. Go ahead and dig in.”

I grabbed a fork and sliced a piece of the carrot cake. I took my bite slowly, enjoying the sweetness of the icing, with a hint of cinnamon. I glanced up at Colby as he did the same, his eyes landing on me with a hidden smile.

“This is really good. And I don't usually like carrot cake. But this... so good.” Colby spoke, covering his mouth.

“That's great to hear. And what about you, Y/N?” Casey turned to me.

I praised. “Delicious. I love carrot cake, so this hits the spot.”

“I'm happy you enjoy it. I love a good carrot cake myself,” She confessed. “So, where are you guys planning to get married?”

“In Santa Monica. On the beach.” Colby stated.

My eyes widened, staring at Colby quickly. He gazed over at me, a smirk on his lips.

“A fall wedding on the beach?” Casey puzzled.

“Yeah. It's never really fall here anyway.” Colby commented.

“That is very true,” Casey chuckled. “A beach wedding, huh? That's so fun. What colors?”

“Red and white. And with some black thrown in. For him.” I teased.

“Aww, thanks babe.” Colby winked.

I felt my heart skip a beat for a second. I tried to brush off the butterflies in my stomach as hunger pains.

Casey sang. “You two are adorable! Now, try the vanilla cake. It's our top seller.”

After trying the rest of the cakes, Colby excused himself to go to the restroom. Casey sat down in Colby's seat, scooching in.

“Now I have to ask, how long have you two been together?” She inquired.

“Four years,” I lied. “Basically as long as I've known him.”

“You two already act like an old married couple. I can see how much he cares about you.” She disclosed.

I squeaked. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. It's so noticeable,” She swatted her hand lightly. “He's smitten, and I can see why. You are so sweet to him, and he just can't get enough. It's all in his eyes.”

Casey stood up and slowly cleaned up the plates, as I sat there in silence.

Was Colby really that into me?

Maybe she was lying. But something about her words stuck with me.

I’ve always had a small crush on Colby, ever since I met him. And everyone in our friend group knew about it. I always chalked up my feelings to me just being lonely and him always being there for me. But maybe there was something more in how I felt for him. The idea of marrying Colby didn’t seem bad at all. If anything, it was something I could see maybe happening. I mean, we were really close. And our friends always joked about us being a couple. Maybe they weren't jokes after all.

But does he even like me like that?

“Did you order the cupcakes, Y/N?” Colby’s voice broke my thoughts.

I stared up at him, stumbling. “Hmm? What? I-uh, no. I didn't.”

Colby’s dimples appeared as he chuckled at the fumbling of my words. “Okay. I'm gonna go order them then.”

I nodded, slowly standing up and grabbing my purse. I walked over to him, watching him pay for the cupcakes.

“Well, when you're ready to place an order for your cake, you let me know.” Casey addressed, handing Colby a business card and the cupcakes.

Colby assured. “Of course, Casey. Thank you so much for the samples.”

“And thank you for being such a fine gentleman. You take good care of Y/N, you hear?” She patted the counter near me.

He laughed softly, the both of us beginning to leave. “Absolutely. Have a nice day.”

“Same to you. Goodbye, my little love birds!” Casey waved.

We walked out of the bakery and back onto the busy street. Everything felt strange around me, like I just woke up from a dream.

Back to reality, I guess.

“She was... fun.” I remarked happily.

“Yeah, definitely.” He smiled, getting into his car. “I know what bakery I'm coming to if I do get married.”

I sat down, putting the cupcakes on the floor next to my feet. “We'll have to do this again sometime.”

Colby turned to me, his eyes snaking up my body and finally stopping on my face with a click of his tongue.

“Whatever you say, Mrs. Brock.”

[bluecookies02]

Overhaul x Angel!Reader-NSFW

pic credit: official manga i just kinda edited the thingys here

summary: idk man do you even need one?

warnings:eating out, riding, overstimulation, tears(idk maybe ppl get triggered by it who the hell knows)

«────── « ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ » ──────»

You were truly a perfect plaything for him.

Your form entirely clean and pure, everything on you soft and perfect, and it was making him rather furious.

He couldn't find a single flaw in your existence.

Your hands always greeted him with the same warmth against his face. Compared to you, he would see himself as disgusting and evil.

He tried spitting insults at you, feigning disgust each time you welcomed him home, yet you would always make your way to him, as bright as ever, nudging his mask so you could place a kiss at his cheek.

"Ugh, you can just fucking leave already, I don't need your dirty ass"

"Your eyes are betraying you honey" you would chirp as you make your way to the kitchen, setting up the meal for him to eat.

"Now eat up, I know you can't eat in those "filthy" chambers of yours" you giggle, winking at him.

He would sigh tiredly, removing his mask and taking his shoes off, his gloves already thrown into the bin next to the door.

"Your feathers are making a mess" He would comment as you accidentally nudge a chair in your attempts to sit down.

You pout, rubbing your wing against the table.

"Fine birdie, they aren't, now stop"

"I'm not a fucking bird!"

"Watch your mouth!"

"I can't, my eyes are inconveniently placed!" you snap back, folding your arms over your chest, puffing your cheeks.

His resolve always did a 180 whenever you got remotely displeased by him, and he would curse himself for even trying to push you away in the first place.

Instead of sitting down, he made his way to your angry form, pulling the chair you were sitting on.

"Sure, be like that doll." he rasped as he leaned down over your neck.

You dug your fingertips into your hand, still trying to maintain the though act.

His hands trailed down to your hips, hitching up the skirt you were wearing.

You "unnoticeably" slid your legs apart, allowing his hand to glide between your thighs.

He looked up at you, his annoying grin making you smile for just a second.

"Good birdie" he mumbled, his fingertips grazing the fabric of your white panties.

His lips found yours, his hot breath ghosting over the plump flesh.

His hand gripped at your jaw, making your mouth open wide and your tongue lull out.

His other hand worked your clothed clit, making you thrust your hips into small circling motions against his slow fingers.

"Touch me birdie...."

You were about to protest but your breath came short as his fingers swiftly nudged the fabric of your underwear, filling you up moments later.

Your hand smoothed over his chest, itching to grip at his shirt.

His lips glided messily over your opened mouth, making drool coat his chin.

His palm rubbed against your soft nub each time he pumped his fingers into you.

Your hands worked at the buttons of his shirt, trailing the path of his skin as soon as the material was pushed aside.

"C'mon, I thought you were a bit harder to break"

He rasped as he got onto his knees, your hand rudely slammed away.

His hand continued to thrust into you, three of his fingers stretching out your pussy, your juices creaming the fabric of the chair you were sitting in.

His tongue lulled out of his mouth, pushing against your exposed clit as he fisted the material of your skirt.

You struggled to put your knees up, the position making you slip even further down the chair.

Kai lapped at your pussy, his hips thrusting into the air as he indulged into the whimpers you were making.

Your wings were now coated in sweat, messily rubbing against the chair, quiet ruffles edging Kai even more.

He looked up at you as his pace quickened, his tongue and fingers working you open and driving you to your high.

The look on your face just as you're about to fall apart was something Kai could definitely consider a perfect view to die to.

Your hands gripped at his hair as your legs shook, suffocating Kai against your clit as you rode his face.

Kai let out a growl as your walls clenched around his fingers, your pussy creaming his lips as he struggled to lick everything up.

As your body barely calmed down, your wings continued to twitch uncontrollably.

After Kai finally detached his mouth from your cunt, your muscles relaxed, shoulders slumping down as you sprawled over the chair.

Kai rose to his feet just to sit down on the chair next to you, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down to his knees.

"Be a good little brat and show me how well you can use your mouth."

"I-I..." you tried to choke out as your lungs still struggled to make you breathe properly.

"Maybe I should just use your ruined pussy, fill you up real nice yeah?" He mumbled as he tapped his knees, signaling you to sit down.

You struggled up to your feet, leaning over him as a strong hand swung you around, turning your back to him.

"This way princess, I want to have a perfect view of those dirty wings"

He pulled his cock out of his boxers, guiding your hips over him.

Your legs still shook as you struggled to take him in all at once.

Your back pushed against his chest, making your sensitive feathers ruffle up, making Kai groan out as they rubbed against him.

You moaned out as he finally bottomed out, both of his arms folding over your stomach, his head resting at the crook of your neck.

"Pretty little thing" he rumbled into your ear, slamming you down onto his cock.

You could be all bruised up or coated in dirt...Kai wouldn't mind one bit, you were the only exception when it came to his sick obsession.

Your soft words echoed in his head, as he lost himself in you.

His thrusts deep and slow, stretching out the walls of your sensitive pussy.

One of his hands tugged at your wings with each buckle of his hips.

Something about being fucked right in the middle of your kitchen made you feel a certain way. It made you feel so inpure and defiled so bad that it made your mouth water.

"Kai, please, m-more". His pace picked up at your words, using the force of his hands to pull you down against him.

Your hands tried to reach for your clit before they were rudely pinned back to your sides.

"You're gonna come on my cock princess" he rasped out against your neck, digging his teeth into your skin.

Your eyes rolled into your head as Kai's thrusts became erratic, his cock plowing in and out of your cunt, the sound of your soppy pussy filling the room.

"I can't Kai, I n-need" you struggled against his grip, your hands desperately pulling at the hem of your skirt.

After a particularly hard thrust, his hips angled up perfectly, making your panties ghost over your clit, the friction making the knot in your belly snap.

Your body trembled as Kai's pace never faltered, using your tight walls to chase his high.

Your whines and whimpers did nothing to stop Kai's thrusts. His mind lost into the way your pussy constricted perfectly around him.

"Kai baby, cum for me" you plead , tears brimming in your eyes and his hips jerked up, his cock twitching inside of you as hot spurts painted your insides.

You ground your hips down, helping him ride out his high, your legs shaking as the friction became almost painful.

Both of his hands now held you against him as your bodies calmed down. His cock slipped out of you, a spurt of his cum flowing out of you and onto his thighs.

His hand reached out to cup your cheek turning your head to face him, your subtle makeup smeared all over your face.

His lips dragged against yours as he slid his eyes shut.

The softness of his hands as he rubbed soothing patterns into your hips made your heart flutter.

The smile at the edge of your lips proved him worthy of you, making him feel like he deserved you for at least a moment.

Even if it made him selfish, he couldn't let you go.

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Honey extra - The Sex Playlist + a little scene

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: I posted part five on the same day acosf was released, so if you didn’t see it, go read it, cause it’s.. long and it took me years to finish and I saw it didn’t get the same attention the previous parts did, and yeah

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this takes place somewhere between part five and six

Elide was one of the few lucky girls whose period was never too bothersome. The pain was always very bearable and only lasted a few hours, and most of the time, it wasn't even a real pain, just a slight pressure in the lower abdomen. She could go about her day without having to stop every few minutes because of a cramp - unlike Aelin, who died every month as if someone was stabbing her in the guts.

She also didn't have a heavy flow, which she would always thank the gods for, if they existed. She couldn't understand how her friends could put up with such misfortune.

Not that they could do otherwise, of course, but she was always in awe when they told her about their period-catastrophes. She knew that if it were her turn to suffer like that every time, she would rip her uterus out of her belly.

And at that moment, lying in a fetal position on Lorcan's bed, she wasn't entirely sure she'd be able to keep from doing it herself before the cramping stopped. Because for some strange reason, her body had decided to turn against her this month.

The last two weeks had gone by in the blink of an eye, she and Lorcan had fucked on every surface in the house and between work and classes and studying, Elide had gotten very little sleep. Considering also that every time she lay down, her boyfriend would slip in behind her and she couldn't say no to herself, to that pleasure so exhaustive and ecstatic, it made her forget that her body needed rest.

It had taken Lorcan to remind her that they couldn't go on like this.

So when she'd found a bloodstain in her underwear the previous night, just before going to bed after her shift at the diner, she hadn't worried so much and had thought that they'd finally take a few days off and maybe her body would calm down.

Elide wasn't a fan of period sex and the few times she'd done it she'd been so grossed out that she'd risked barfing in the middle of it. It simply wasn't for her.

What she hadn't expected though, had been cramps so strong they had pulled her from sleep in the middle of the night. Elide had gotten up and gone to the bathroom because she'd started moving around too much and didn't want to wake up the boy sleeping blissfully next to her. She had started pacing the living room, trying to figure out what the fuck she was in such pain for.

When it felt like someone had stuck both hands in her uterus and was digging their nails into her ovaries, Elide had knelt on the floor by the couch, leaning forward with her fists pressed against her stomach.

Lorcan had found her in that position around half past four.

To say he'd been scared out of his wits would be an understatement.

He'd thrown himself to the floor beside her almost immediately, all traces of weariness gone the second he'd heard her whimper in pain and seen that Elide was biting her lower lip so hard it was drawing blood.

When they had established that it was just her cycle, Lorcan had taken her back to his bed and now they were both lying between the soft blankets she had given him.

They had both been puzzled by this new symptom. After all, Lorcan had never seen her suffer from her period in all the years they had lived together and neither of them had expected it to be any different this time.

Elide had had to joke that it was the fault of his huge cock that had literally stabbed her in the uterus, and Lorcan had apologised in earnest, looking at her with wide eyes and pulling away a little, as if he really felt guilty. She had burst out laughing and then pulled him to her again, taking one of his arms and putting it around her body so that his big hand covered her belly.

He'd started moving his fingers over her lower abdomen, applying pressure from time to time when she seemed to tense up due to a cramp. It helped, somehow, to have him there to massage her. To hold her to his chest as they cuddled.

Now, Elide kept her eyes closed, his head resting on top of hers as they both dozed. Or at least she thought so, because Lorcan spoke, his rough, low voice too close to her ear, "How do you feel?"

She sighed, pulling her knees up slightly. His legs immediately followed her, as if they couldn't bear to be away from her body. She smiled, "A little better." then yawned, "I guess it's the fact that I was already tired as it is, what with university and all."

Lorcan hummed behing her, "I see," then he moved, pulling away only briefly, "maybe we should take it slower, with everything I mean."

Elide nodded slowly. She turned her head towards him, still with her eyes closed, but pursed her lips forward, silently inviting him to kiss her. He chuckled, but a second later their mouths clashed in a simple peck on the lips.

The music playing from the speakers suddenly changed from the sweet melody of a love song to something quite different.

"Cause I eat up for a while, let me through. The shake, the screaming aloud, I'ma fool. In my face you shake, leaking everywhere."

Elide's eyes went wide, "Lorcan!" she let go a surprised chuckle, "What is this?" she turned to him fully and could finally see the satisfied smirk on his face.

"It's a playlist I made yesterday," he then lowered his voice an octave, looking at her lips, "For when we can take the time to think about music instead of jumping right into it," he murmured.

Elide swallowed, nodding slowly, continuing to listen to the song.

Definitely very different from what he normally provided her with.

"I like it," she continued, then draped her arms underneath his, resting her head against his chest as he pulled her close to him and lay on his back, making her lie completely on top of him, "our sex playlist." she smiled, playing with the ends of his hair.

Lorcan hummed again and Elide felt it throughout her whole body when he said, "I called it 'elide'."

She had to force herself to calm the hot spirits that that new information had triggered in her body, but she was glad to know that he wouldn't be able to use that playlist with other people, considering it bore her name.

"I like it even more now," she confessed under her breath.

His arms tightened around her back and then his hands began to rub her lower back, where he knew she was feeling the most pain. Elide fell silent, enjoying his warm hands on her skin, and only had time to thank him before sleep beckoned her again.

The playlists

01.02

1. The Fixer – Brent Morgan

2. Why iii Love The Moon – PHONY PPL

3. Couch Potato – Jakubi

4. Anyway – Noah Kahan

5. comethru – Jeremy Zucker

6. Why Not Me – Forrest.

7. Loving – Surfaces

8. always, i’ll care – Jeremy Zucker

9. Like Strangers Do – AJ Mitchell

10. Yellow Lights – Harry Hudson

11. Glue Myself Shut – Noah Kahan

12. Colour Me – Juke Ross  

13. Lovesong (The Way) – Charlie Burg

14. Lucky Love – Michael Seyer

15. Freak In Me – Mild Orange

elide

1. Skin – Rihanna

2. Do It For Me – Rosefield

3. Body Party – Ciara

4. When We – Tank

5. Rockstar – Rihanna

6. F***in Wit Me – Tank

7. On Top – Trey Songz

8. Acquainted – The Weeknd

9. Freaky – Gemaine

10. Make You Feel – Alina Baraz

11. First Fuck - 6LACK & Jhené Aiko

12. Young God - Halsey

13. How Many Times – DJ Khaled

14. Fuck You All The Time – Jeremih

18.02

1. I Don't Know Me Like You Do – Low Hum

2. I Don't Wanna Be Okay Without You – Charlie Burg

3. Why Can't I Have You – Gloria Laing

4. If I Go, I'm Goin – Gregory Alan Isakov

5. Let Me In – Skinny Living

6. Reason To Hate You – Rhys Lewis

7. Be Your Man – Rhys Lewis

8. Yours – Jake Scott

9. Loved Us More – Munn

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Imagine #6

You give Peter the silent treatment while you try to accept the newly discovered truth.

Warnings: silent treatment, mentions of death, stressed Peter (ya know, this is just a recurring theme that can probably be expected in most (if not ALL) my imagines), tiny OOC Pan (but I don’t think it’s that OOC), crying?? Umm... trigger warning for ppl who are still recovering from season 3 and/or season 5?? (I AM)

Peter was scolding Adam for something when you first left your tent.

“You idiot. You never pick dreamshade without gloves. Do you have a d-death...?” He stuttered a little, losing his trail of thought at the sight of you. You looked awful.

Your skin was pale, your eyes lined with a darkness that hinted at a lack of sleep. You stumbled a little as you wandered off into the forest to gather some fruit for breakfast. You didn’t even look at him as you passed, and his stomach dropped.

All but forgetting his annoyance, he walked briskly after you. You weren’t even following any of the trails. He passed the huts and ignored the confused look Felix sent his way. All he could think about was what was wrong with you. Were you ill? Hurt? Did something happen last night? Yesterday? He didn’t know, and was determined to find out.

When he caught sight of your cloak, he ran right up to you. He grabbed your shoulder, and you stopped. You didn’t turn to look at him.

“(Y/n),” he started, walking around your body with a hesitance that caught you off guard. You had honestly expected him to be mad. When he stood in front of you, his eyes filled with concern, you found you couldn’t look at him another second, so you turned your head away from him.

Peter furrowed his brows. You were never the shy type, always standing up for yourself and speaking out against him. It was one of the both impressive and frustrating traits he loved about you.

“Why aren’t you following the trail?” He searched your face, trying to read your eyes. But just as he was about to catch them, you looked away from him. Somehow, the boring new shades of moss by his feet were more interesting than Peter. It was too peculiar for him to leave alone.

“Is something wrong?” He asked again. The (tall/short) girl before him said nothing, all too lost in her thoughts. Was this a game to him? Or did he seriously have no idea? The most obvious answer was that he was mocking you. That he found your anger towards him amusing and silly. But you wouldn’t retaliate. That was what he wanted. Instead, you walked right past him and continued on your way.

Peter felt as if you had dug out his heart and jumped on it. Twice. His confident stance faltered as he watched your back. You were acting so… different. But then again, it was unnervingly familiar. Only, the last time you had acted so demeaned by his presence was almost a hundred winters ago. When his shadow first brought you to Neverland, and you were still jumpy and untrusting from your past life. Why were you suddenly reverting back to your old self?

When you began to fade into the forest, he chased after you. Peter followed you for a while, calling your name and demanding you talk to him.

You didn’t answer his questions, completely disregarding his presence. You wished he would just leave you alone. After everything you had learnt, all the secrets that had been laid before you, you needed to be alone. You needed time to think. And you especially needed Peter to go away. But no, Peter Pan never fails, and he was more than ready to win this game. Only it wasn’t a game, and if he wanted it to be, you weren’t intending to play.

Annoyance clouded Peter’s mind, and he tried so hard not to let you anger him. So hard. But it wasn’t getting any easier.

“(Y/n), come on!” He tried, throwing up his arm and following you deep into the forest. “Where are you even going?” Luckily for the both of you, he was Peter Pan, not some Lost Boy. Because if he wasn’t literally half demon, neither of you would be able to get back.

You really didn’t know where you were going. But all that mattered right then was the distance between you and the boy who’d broken your trust. Although, deep down, you were grateful he had followed you. Otherwise, you would be completely lost.

You didn’t know how to forgive him, and by the sound of it, Peter hadn’t even realised what he’d done. You chuckled. What a narcissist. Of course, he hadn’t thought it would offend you. But you couldn’t approach him about it, or anyone, really. What a girlish thing it was, to be so hurt by such a thing. Secrets like this one were more damaging than any poison or sword. But how could he have known? This was a grown-up sort of thing, and Peter was still only a child.

“(Y/n)!” He shouted again, and you jumped, having forgotten he was even there. “I can literally feel the rage in my blood.” He threatened, but you were unfazed. Nothing could hurt more than—

“Please, don’t make me force you!” His voice cracked a little on the please. Your heart clenched. He was trying to hide his desperation, but you could sense it. You wanted so much to just turn around, hug him, tell him it wasn’t his fault.

But that would be a lie. Because it was his fault. It was entirely his fault. He should have shared all those damned thoughts with you. If only he’d opened his stupid mouth, confessed, revealed everything. Instead, he’d left you to stumble blindly in the dark. But the idiot forgot to take the oil away from the lamp, and now that you’d shed some light on your life, things would never be the same. And it was this senselessness that kept you away from him. Like two magnets of the same pole—it was all Peter’s doing.

But the most disturbing truth? Your very soul threatened to shatter at the very thought. How could he have kept such a thing from you? How could he have been so careless? You tripped on a few sticks and roots as your blood threatened to boil over with rage. Had he even spared your feelings a thought? You shook your head and quickened your pace.

Peter watched you stumble along, your hands clenching and unclenching like you didn’t want him to know they were shaking. He was near you, now, and he reached out for you again. Wanting so badly to touch you again, even for a second. But then you took longer strides, taking him off guard, and his fingers missed you completely. He growled in frustration. He’d had enough.

“Fine.” His tone darkened. Chills ran down your spine, you skin crawling with goosebumps. He had never spoken to you like that before, and it scared you to no end. “But don’t say I didn’t give you a chance!” With that, he appeared right before you, and you collided with his chest. You leapt back almost immediately, like fire to your skin. Meeting his eyes for a second, you found a hint of pain behind them. But it was replaced with frustration before you could blink.

“Why are you ignoring me?” He was so lost. So hurt. You wouldn’t even look him in the eye long enough for him to see the (e/c) in them. That beautiful (e/c) he would so often lose himself in.

Quickly, he reached for your shoulders. His hands rested there, his grip gentle but firm, not wanting you to leave him behind, again. You still didn’t speak. He missed your voice, your laugh, you eyes, your smile. It had probably been an hour, but that was already too long. He clenched his jaw.

“(Y/n), this isn’t a game. Talk to me.” As much as he didn’t want to, he was losing his patience. He spoke through gritted teeth, his hold on you tightening, his eyes set in a nasty glare. His hands were harsh on your skin, and your eyes glistened with an unholy fire. You didn’t move.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

Breathing through his nose, veins popping out of his neck, he shook you. Hard. Your hair fell over your face, and your cloak would’ve fallen off if Peter wasn’t holding it there. Tears stung at your eyes as your body was thrown around, your shoulders aching.

“TALK TO ME!!” He screamed, fuming. You nearly broke down at his anger. He stopped, but you didn’t do anything. He had hoped you would yell, scream, cry, shove him off, kick him, slap him, run away, anything! You just shivered a little under his hands, but other than that, you held yourself together. His eyes reddened, almost like he might cry, himself. “Why won’t you just look at me, at LEAST?!” A part of him was begging, but the rest of him was infuriated.

In spite of yourself, you looked up at him. Your eyes were probably swollen, your skin whiter than usual, but you hardly cared. You glared at him so hard you might’ve set him aflame.

“Well then, Pan.” You croaked, a single, hot tear falling from your eye. “I’m looking at you. I’m talking to you. I’m even bloody crying. You’ve won. Now get the hell away from me.”

He stepped back, not meaning to look cocky. He was shocked. He had won, but that wasn’t important. The look on your face was important. That angry tear was important.

“I-I—” he stuttered. What could he do? You were obviously upset with him. But why? What had he done? For a short second, he thought hard about everything he could’ve done wrong.

Nothing came to mind.

“What did I do?” It was an innocent question, but when he finished, you were so pale he feared for your life. It came out so wrong. So demeaning. Ridiculing. It sounded exactly like him, and for once, he really didn’t mean for it to sound like that. 

Your usually bright and (e/c) eyes darkened a few shades. He winced.

This was not going to end well.

“What did you do?” You laughed. It wasn’t joyous and contagious like the one he obsessed over. It was maniacal, nearly psychotic. Like his laugh. “Oh, I wonder!”

“(Y/n), please—”

“Oh, no! You don’t get to speak. It’s my turn.” You spat, waving a hand in his face. “Did you think I wouldn’t find out?” Peter was completely taken aback. Fear placed his confusion and he worried for his own sake. So much was happening, now. Who knew what you had discovered?

He had wanted to keep his plans to himself. Everything he was doing, everything he planned to accomplish, he knew you wouldn’t approve. Even to save your own life, his life, everyone’s lives, the whole of Neverland. You would insist on finding a better way until your final breath.

“Kidnapping people? Using some girl? Taking a kid from his family and keeping him against his will?” The colour was quickly returning to your face, but even when you tanned to your normal colour, you continued to redden with every breath. He tried to get a word in, tried to explain himself. But it was no use.

“I can’t believe you, Pan!” He winced again, that familiar pain building up in his chest once more. “What happened to you? Why are you doing this? You used to be fun. You used to really care about everyone.” Your face was wet with tears, tears that wouldn’t stop, and Peter wanted nothing more than to hold you.

He remembered those days. The days where he and the Lost would just play around and joke and tease. When nothing mattered but you and him and Neverland.

But then, he remembered the day he returned to Skull Rock. The day he was reminded of his incoming doom. He knew what was coming. He knew it had to be done.

“(Y/n), please listen to me.” He started, but you weren’t finished.

“But you wanna know why I’m upset?” Peter didn’t say anything, he didn’t even nod. You were suddenly calm, and it scared him more than your angered screams.

“You told Felix you were—” A broken sob hacked at your throat, and you collapsed into Peter’s chest. Pride be damned, you were sick of this. Sick of being angry and scared and alone. You needed Peter, and when he wrapped his arms around you, that was it. You were finished. Your eyes red. Yours cheeks soaked. Your hands shaking. Your hair in more of a mess than usual. Your lips quivering. And just like that, you broke down.

Peter pulled you closer, just holding you. He didn’t say anything. There was nothing to say. You knew everything, and there was no way to assure you that everything would be okay. Because he didn’t know that. And as he held you to his chest, he let out a few tears himself. In minutes you were both huddled together on the ground, dirt and leaves sticking to your clothes. You clung to one another as you cried, his hands stroking your hair while you clutched onto his shirt.

Peter shushed and soothed you, stroking your hair as cries escaped his lips.

“I-I’m s-sorry,” he croaked out between sobs. You just nodded, clutching onto his tunic and gasping out that it didn’t matter. Peter kept apologising anyway, his hair tousled, his face puffy and stained with tears that you feared would never stop.

You sat like that for a long time, your sobs filling one another’s ears and more water leaked from your eyes than you knew you had in you. Because nothing was okay, and as you sat in the dim and cold light of the sun—lost in the middle of the Neverland woods—neither of you knew if it would ever be okay again.