#please don´t take this seriously

[ashtheketchum]

Comfort Bayverse TMNT

A/N: Somehow I only see stories in which the turtles are comforting us, but here it's the other way around! How would we make the turtles feel better? (Picture from Pinterest!)

Warnings: Maybe alittle bit of angst, fluff, Injury, GN.Reader

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Leonardo:

Leo had argued with his brothers again, but it didn't end as well as it should

He was angry, but above all disappointed, so he went into a quiet corner

You had heard them arguing and you wanted to comfort Leo

You saw him meditating, so you quietly walked over and sat next to him

"You wanna talk about it, Leo?" "No, not really..."

So you just sat quietly next to him and watched him meditate

However, after a few minutes, he sighed loudly and started talking about what had happened

You comfort him by telling him that arguments are normal and that he shouldn't always take everything to heart

You then hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek, which made him relax

Thanks to you, he can think about something else

Raphael:

Raph was seriously injured on a mission and was now no longer allowed to go on missions (for a certain time only).

It made him angry and he even argued with you, with the end result being sent to his corner

The other three were off on a mission again while you were supposed to look after Raph

You had made him something to eat and taken some bandages with you

"Raph... are you hungry?" "... yeah, maybe..."

You had put the food in front of him and while he ate you had taken care of his wound

As you tended to his wound, you had hugged him tightly

Raph returned your hug and apologized to you for the argument

Of course you forgive him and then he finishes eating

While he ate, you explained to him why you insisted he rest and he promised you to take more care of himself <3

Donatello:

Donnie had spent an entire week working on a project that was very important to him

However, it went completely wrong and he was completely devastated

Leo had told you and asked you to take care of your boyfriend

So you had bought a few puzzle books and filled out a few things

As soon as you didn't know anything anymore, you made your way to your boyfriend

"Dove, not now... I don´t feel so good..." "But I need your help, please..."

So, unmotivated, Donnie sat down with you and you showed him the puzzle books

After only a short time, Donnie had forgotten about his old project and he enjoyed spending some time with you again

When you had finished all the puzzle books, you kissed him lovingly and hugged him tightly

Afterwards you always took a little time to fill out a few puzzle books

Michelangelo:

Mikey was a little sad that he couldn't go out on Halloween

It was the only day he could go out without being called a monster, but Leo had forbidden him

You didn't want to spend Halloween without your boyfriend either, so you decorated everything in your house and put on a costume

You then invited Mikey over while you ordered food and got out a few snacks

When Mikey arrived he was incredibly happy and he could already smell the pizzas you had ordered

"Happy Halloween, Mikey!" "That's awesome, Babe!"

You had spent the whole evening together and also looked outside to watch the others

One time even small children rang your doorbell and Mikey gave them candys

You also took a lot of selfies together and watched a few movies together

He wants to do this every Halloween now

[stonerfromlesbos]

✦ driver’s license | b.e

✦ warnings: angst, mentions of; addiction & relapse, !reader has a later on, and i think thats it!

✦ summary: you really mattered to her as much as she does to you? and if she did, why would she leave you like that?

"promise me that we will stick together no matter what happens, i don´t care about your addictions or problems, i want to be with you billie." you said looking deeply at billie´s light blue eyes, they would just drawn all your attention towards them.

"i promise you, ma chérie." she said staring at your face with an gentle smile while her hand stroked your cheek carefully, almost like she was scared to break you.

deep down, you knew it was a lie, but you wanted to believe her so bad. you needed to believe her, it was your only hope. but why you wanted billie to keep lying to your face? at least she would still be with you... right? why can´t you respect yourself even a little? why do you wish do much that she would text you on a random day?

you just couldn´t forget her, it felt so wrong, forgetting her was like ignoring a part of you. A part that you wouldn´t be able to erase, even if you wanted to. and god you were so fucking happy with her, did she even felt half of the things you felt around her? and if she did, how dare her leave you like that?

she just vanished away from your life after a relapse, you remember it all vividly. you were the one who found her, who took her to the hospital, who took her back home...you blamed yourself so much for those 2 hours that you went grocery shopping, all you remember was coming back home and not finding her there.

"i can´t do this anymore, not with you."

"you deserve better, someone who doesn´t makes you cry."

"don´t wait for me, please"

"you deserve to be happy, with someone healthy."

"i wish you the best, ma chérie."

you´d still remember soaking the letter she left behind with tears, why she couldn´t understand that you didn´t want someone "better" you wanted billie, her skin, her flesh, her bones, her soul. all about her was beautiful to you, every single part of her. but after seven years... you had to move on.

even if you didn´t want to.

other girl was in your arms now, and her big blue eyes would just remember you from billie. your little daughter was your whole world now, you moved to an bigger town, got an new job. but you didn´t felt capable of loving someone romantically, it just felt wrong.

"come on, its christmas, cher would like it too." your friend, lissie, was sittin on your dinner table, trying to convince you to take a walk in the city, your four-year-old daughter would just look at lissie and smirk, nodding her head.

"okay, but quick, i really need to sleep." you said giving in to them, they highfived happily as you giggled.

"seriously, lissie... you´re worse than cher." you said mocking her playfulness.

now, all three of you were bundled up with warm clothes, walking around an very crowded park. the lights were bright yellow, it just felt magical, being with your daughter and with your best friend who would drop anything to help you, no matter how important it was. you were scanning the crowd as your eyes meet with familiar ones.

you could recognize those eyes from a far, the only ones who could make you be drawn into them. it was like the whole world stopped in those seconds.

billie was there, but she wasn´t alone.

her eyes look at yours, for you, it seemed like she looked at you for decades, but it didn´t last even five seconds.

billie´s eyes returned to the blonde woman by her side, opening an wide gentle smile as her arm was crossing the woman´s neck and they walked away. she quickly goes out of your view... you suddenly feel something holding your leg.

"mommy?" your daughter´s big light blue eyes were looking up at you.

"lets go home, cherie."

I CRIED SO MUCH WRITING THIS OMFG

✦ taglist: @chrissv4mp @karaeilishh @iluvapplesxh @hkkuugu @camrenfavs

[qvrcll]

playing dangerous

rookie ! leon kennedy x female reader

summary: you catch leon in between the most riveting compromise possible. as he leans towards human combustion and embarrassment, you catch onto the opportunity to show how much you didn’t mind at all. or in which you help leon in the back of his cop car.

warning: nsfw under cut, m4sturbation, reader basically helps leon out :)

a/n: woah another qvrcll leon fic, quick whoever is surprised raise ur hand!! no seriously, i need this man sooo bad, its no longer a joke help… this filthy indulgence is a result of playing dangerous by lana del rey, enjoy :)

Leon felt the stinging press of his restrains weigh down on his consciousness. He thought he’d remained implicit with his decision — to try not to think of you when the days are too funereal and held too many blinkered thoughts. He’d thought and thought and thought… and finally, he’d snuck a hand down the tight fabric of his jeans, amassing the thick swell of pre-cum from the head of his dick across its length. Finally sighing in content at the thought of having himself in the tight space of his car.

He had secretly retreated into his reserved cop car and decided to indulge with the memory of you in the back seat.

Until, ofcourse, he was so rashly interrupted.

“Hey, Leon—“ your voice had emerged from the seat beside him, as you perched across from it with a dry sigh. Only when you had processed that the officer’s hand was halfway down his pants, did you feel yourself cram with the feeling of surprise. Shame? There was really none, when your friend looked like a deer caught in headlights.

“Fuck—shit—“ his hand flung out his pants, cheeks heavy with a reddish tinge and his demeanour defiled with the shame of being caught fisting his dick. In all honestly, he carried that shame along with the fact that he had thought of you with every stroke and grab of his dick. And now, you were here, expression clouded with perplexity.

The way he had wanted to escape. “I’m so sorry—I—I can leave—“

“Wait—Leon…” an armed restrained him. His skin was hot with shame and thoughts of you. You simpered, melting into the seat — you could work with this.

He looked puzzled and humiliated, opting to stare at the floor. We can’t have that, now, can we?

“Look at me,” you whispered, not admonishing at all. But he still quivered, meeting your lax, riveted eyes with shaking cobalt ones of his own. Baby blue and shaken, how cute.

“Oh, baby, don’t be sad,” you cooed, shuffling closer. He looked surprised and you loved it — his eyes nearly fell out of their sockets when you bunched up the fabric of his pants, flukily making out an outline of his dick, still hard and aching through it, “want me to take care of that?”

He resorted to a meek nod, his mind a collusion between is this really happening and is this alright and fuck it, I need you’s until it all resulted in a mush.

“Words, baby. Use your words,” your hands stroked his inner, clothed thigh, skirting around his hardening length on purpose. He’d whined then, low and keen but so good, it sent a jolt up your spine.

“Please… Need you so bad… please touch me…” his words had come out strangled in a way but still touched you, in a freakish way. You’d donned it holy in a way, he’d professed his cruel need for you — and you were intent on giving it to him in the back of his cop car.

“Good boy,” you’d whispered against his earlobe, taking the flesh into your mouth. As your hands reached to discard of his pants, you’d grabbed and stroked his entire, weeping length till it rang cries from him, deep within.

“Agh—angh—please… please keep going—fuck—“ he stuttered.

You smiled, sickly sweet, and clasped harder as your hands ran a deep assault down his length, fleshing his orgasm out in hot, thick spurts of cum against his cop uniform.

And as he calmed down, breathing heavily, breath caught between his teeth, he felt you smile into his eyes. His cheeks hurt then, from smiling, intent on pouring his heart to you, boyish in a way that smoothed all the possible creases and stuff of the nervous past — until your fingers brushed the budging vein on his dick, springing him with a defeated whine.

“It’s not over yet, sweet boy” you bit the words past your swollen lips, and his soul crested as you sank amid his trembling thighs.

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[thatshadowcomic]

tbh there's a scene thats so clear in my head, just gotta iron out the details:

Sonic is sent off to find Shadow, claiming he can talk to shadow and get this mess sorted out (were still in classic style btw).

At the cave:

Maria lay sick in a makeshift bed, hidden in a dark cavern with a hole at the top, moss hanging down. There was some kind of battle, after Eggman attack Knothole, and Shadow/Gerlad/Maria were spotted, assumed to be in cahoots with Eggman. Sonic doesn't think they would have done something so brutal and this its a misunderstanding. He wants to hear Shadow's side, but all he finds is maria, laying sick, pale and seemingly in a coma. Maybe he find shadow by her bedside instead? Shadow spin dashes him/tries to chase him off, but sonic warns him that maria needs the royal's help. that she's seriously sick. Shadow wants nothing to do with them, convinced they'll jail them both for their relation to Eggman and Gerald. By this point, Gerald's been captured and will likely be sentenced to treason/death.

"You might not want my help, shadow... but she needs it..."

"I was created to help her, just go away!"

"I'm your friend, shadow, Im not going anywhere."

"I didnt have friends before, I don;t need them now...!"

"Well sucks for you, doesn't it--"

Maria tenses up, likely in pain, stopping them from fighting. Shadow moves to help heal her, but his powers are depleted after whatever fight went on, so he struggles to help as Maria slowly fades away. He begins to tear up, desperately pushing himself, but he doesn't have any energy left. I feel like she'd apologize, maybe this is where the promise scene occurs?

"Shadow..." He looks up, surprised she's awake again,

"I'm sorry I broke my promise...I couldn't support you like I said..." She smiles.

Obviously he could care less, telling her it's okay, "But Please promise me Shadow... promise to protect this planet for me... That you'll appreciate everything it has to offer..."

"M...Maria?" The moment of clarity makes shadow's stomach drop.

"Shadow, you gotta let me take her!"

"Promise me... you'll bring hope to all of Mobius..."

As her eyes close, Shadow panics and breaths heavy, like right before you start to cry kinda breathing. "Sonic...!" He abruptly turns, desperately crying out,

"if youre really my friend-- p-please! Please help her...!"

Sonic doesn't argue with him about joining, instead quietly nodding and taking maria back to the castle.

At the castle:

Sonic brings maria and tries to convince Sally's father, who's shocked,

"Are you insane?! That monster will already be desperate and full of rage when he realizes we captured his creator! Why would you bring her here?!"

"He's gonna be pretty desperate and angry if anything happens to 'er too!"

Sally joins and says something like "He trusts Sonic, maybe this is a perfect time to establish a line of trust with us, get him on our side before Eggman gets to him!"

The king reluctantly agrees, having her taken back. He decides to give Shadow space for now and formulate a plan, avoiding pressuring him... or so he tells Sonic and Sally.

That night, at the cave:

Shadow lays in the makeshift bed, noting the dried blood. He curls up in a ball, tense, all alone for the first time. He has to trust sonic... Sonic knows he wouldn't hurt people...right? He hears a sound and thinks sonic finally returned, but it's guards, who used sonic's communication device to track where sonic went. He tries to escape, but his powers are too low to warp away and they over power him. He tries to explain he never hurt anyone, that he was trying to help. The scene ends with Shadow Crying out for Maria, for help. Sonic would return after a day or two, not finding Shadow, no matter where he looked... He would have assumed Shadow went back into hiding considering Eggman seemed to know nothing about him... In reality, the King couldn't kill him, so they held him up, deep under the castle with specially made shackles/capsule. They wouldn't connect for years... maybe 8 or 10?

I can't decide if he'd be awake or not, maybe partly awake? Like he wakes up years later, after they stop maintaining his capsule? Myabe once Chaos is defeated, that energy passes by him and he escapes? Myabe Eggman finds him like SA2?

Maybe after Perfect Chaos is defeated, all that energy passes through Shadow, reinvigorating/awakening him. I have such a clear visual of sonic and shadow meeting again as he rips the castle apart...

based on this:

[caerbannogmochi]

Limbus Company: Canto 7 Theorycrafting

FIRSTLY: I will be assuming you (the reader) have completed Murder on the Warp Express (MotWE), as well as Time Killing Time (TKT), and are at least vaguely capable of remembering the events of each. This post will discuss spoilers for these intervellos.

Still here? Good. Note that I will refer to the version of Don that we meet at the end of MotWE as "Cervantes"; Even though Project Moon is fairly likely to have a separate character named Cervantes show up at some point, I feel that clarity in the present should take priority (so any time travelers, please try your best to divorce that character from the ideas mentioned in this discussion).

Now, even though this is not the first time there have been two intervello events between Cantos, I believe there is a critical difference between Christmas in District 20/Yield my flesh to claim their bones and TKT/MotWE. With the former two, the first focused on Heathcliff and Don (the former of whom was central to Canto 6) with the second focused on T-corp and how it shaped its associated sinners (Yi-Sang and Heathcliff). However, TKT spends more of its time focused on Rodion, with Don being used almost as a side character (who, granted, gives the main investigative trio supplies for their investigation, which does provide some characterization). MotWE continues this focus on Rodion and how she's doing, even as it establishes Bloodfiend lore, introduces us to Cervantes, and gives Don Quixote fans several smoking guns to be fired at some point.

It is for this reason that I believe this canto will use Rodion as a foil for Don Quixote, in order to characterize both.

Even though this is fundamentally Don Quixote's Canto, Project moon has been putting too much focus on Rodion's personal struggle for the latter to be thrown out into the cold. Besides: using a formerly self-righteous sinner whose literary counterpart grew to regret it as contrast for a currently self-righteous sinner who is downright delusional? Why, it's like adding espresso powder to a chocolate cake. I will even go so far as to theorize that it won't be Don who distorts during this Canto, but Rodion.

Cervantes will almost certainly be forced to reveal herself to the sinners at some point during this Canto, but how this internal reveal will interact with Rodion's mental state is obviously unknown at this time -- but I do believe they will be connected. Don Quixote and Rodion are very likely to fight if this theory is true, and it will likely be a bloody one, although the why and when are also unknown at current. I do suspect that Ryoshu ('artist' as she is) will be the one to comfort Cervantes when this happens, at least in part due to Hong Lu being preoccupied with the impossible task of trying to keep Rodion from distorting. Sinclair's reaction at this point will be indicative of exactly what direction Project Moon wants to take his character (psychic powers, hiding in the closet, or both).

Another thing I'm going to take note of is the contrast between Hubert and Cassetti: although both are placed in positions of power, Hubert starts TKT in a state of apathy (which is eventually dimmed as he travels with Dante before he is revealed to have power) and Cassetti starts MotWE as an overconfident bastard (whose last words are spent begging Cervantes for his life, immediately before she killed him). I seriously doubt that Project Moon threw these two in willy nilly, especially since Hong Lu mentioned Hubert during the intro to MotWE. Rather, I believe that this theme of power and how it is used will continue into Canto 7 proper, although what exactly Project Moon will do with it, once again, remains unknown. All I have are two examples of leaders: one of whom seeks good for others, burned out, and chose to hide his position of power from us; and the other who flaunted his power, reveled in its abuse, and had it taken away.

[johnwickb1tsch]

andar conmigo ~ part 11

A Walk in the Clouds/Don John crossover outline/fic- Paul Sutton x fem!Reader x Don John triangle ~ You grow up at Las Nubes vineyard, and have to go home to your dying father. You take your fake new husband, Sgt Paul Sutton, with you...Your old flame don John does not like this at all. Warnings: don John STILL being himself an asshole, nsfw chapter map

You scream, certain in the span of a blink that he will land on his neck and you will be a widow before you ever got the chance to actually marry the man. 

Paul hits the dirt hard–and your heart with it–but he rolls with the impact, and somehow ends the disaster standing on his feet, looking utterly flabbergasted that he emerged unscathed. His smile is like the breaking of sunshine from behind an ominous cloud. The horse shies to the far end of the pen, stomping indignantly, and the crowd erupts with shouts and whistles for him. Everyone is delighted–except for don Juan, of course, who looks on with the expression of a man who bit into a particularly wretched lemon. 

That is when you are certain Juan cinched the saddle badly–if at all–and deliberately tried to hurt Paul with this escapade. Vibrating with rage, you march over to him, poking him hard in that solid chest of his. “How dare you?” you hiss. 

“Cálmate,” he sneers, batting your hand away. Calm yourself. 

But you have never been so angry in your life, rage filling you like a howling forest fire, and you wind up to slap him. He catches your wrist at the last moment, jerking you close with that iron-hard strength that always takes you by surprise. 

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he says low in your ear, before releasing you to stalk back into the pen. No one paid any attention to your exchange, all fawning over Paul, who has thankfully had the good sense to exit the corral and leave the horse-breaking to the professionals. 

It takes a good five minutes for you to reclaim your temporary husband, everyone crowding around Paul to clap him on the shoulder and rib him for falling off like a circus monkey. You are still trembling by the time he sidles over to you, his joy dampening as he sees you are on the verge of a breakdown. 

“Hey now. I’m fine.”

He is covered in dust, and there’s a scrape on his cheek. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” you say, masking the maelstrom inside you with low words. It doesn’t fool Paul for a second. 

“Hey,” he says again, drawing you into the circle of his arms. “It’s alright. Please don’t cry?”

“I’m going to cry,” you inform him, your facade cracking a little with your voice, “And I’d like to not do it here. Will you take me inside?” 

When you frame it this way he slings his arm over your shoulders, leading you towards the house. You notice as you walk together that he’s developed a slight limp. 

Estupido. 

This idiotic, loveable, absolute puppy dog of a man. 

If he’d been seriously hurt…you would have done a lot more than tried to slap don Juan.

“Is anything broken?” 

“No,” he insists, but makes a sound through his teeth as he puts weight on his ankle.

“Lean on me,” you insist quietly, and once you round the wall of the courtyard, he does. 

Once you have him safely bundled in your room and seated in a chair he pays you a sheepish smile that makes you want to forgive him everything. “Guess you’re going to say ‘I told you so,’ huh?”

You give him a look that only makes him grin wider, the scamp. “Do I really have to?”

“Hmm. Well…I think my cowboy days are behind me now.”

Thank God.

“That’s a relief.” You dab at his chin with a wet rag, getting the dirt out of the scrape as gently as you can. “Though…you did very well, considering.” 

His dark eyes sparkle for your reluctant praise. 

“I had some good last-minute advice.” You narrow your eyes down at him, but your annoyance just seems to bounce off this man like rubber. Stranger yet, he seems to enjoy it. “You were pretty worried about me, huh?” 

“Of course I was. Have you ever seen a man turned into a vegetable from a kick to the head?” You shudder, remembering an incident with one of your older cousins when you were a girl. The memory of his dead, staring eyes will always haunt you. By some mercy he only lingered a month, before succumbing in his bed.  

“I’ve seen plenty of terrible things, honey,” Paul gently reminds you, looking down at his hands.  

You freeze, feeling stupid in that moment. He’s seen that and worse, you’re suddenly sure. But then…you are angry all over again. Because he survived all that, just to nearly die for the sake of riding a horse? 

“Then why risk it?” you snipe. “What for? To prove you are a man? To who? To them? To Juan? To me? I already know you’re braver and truer than anyone!”

He looks up at you with those liquid brown eyes, and you feel yourself melt all over again. “Are you saying…I've got something to live for?” he asks hopefully.  

“I should hope so! You have your whole life ahead of you!”

“That’s not what I mean.” 

You make a small, exasperated sound in your throat that causes his lips to twist, trying not to smile. 

“Tell me why you were so worried.” 

“You know why.” 

“Not sure I do…” He pulls you in closer between his spread legs, looking up at you with that pleading dark gaze. You have to close your eyes against the strength of the emotion that fills you at that moment, another round of tremors quaking through your bones. 

This man. 

“You know I care about you.”  

“Uh huh.” He rests his chin upon your breastbone, still looking up at you expectantly. 

“I told you that you’re precious to me.” 

“Yeah.”  

His hands have made it to your waist, spanning your back, holding you to him. It makes you dizzy all over again–you are finding it harder and harder, to imagine life without those hands on you, holding you, comforting you, making you go to pieces…

“Paul…” you whine, begging for mercy he might not be in the mood to grant right now. You’re not really sure how you end up straddling his lap. He pulled you, maybe, or…you just melted into him. More and more, it seems like that is how things have been going. You are helpless as a magnet seeking iron with this man, the one thing you are meant to hold on to. His strong arms wrap around you, holding you to him, and you stay like that together for a long time, your head on his shoulder. 

“You have to promise me to be careful with Juan,” you whisper. “He meant to hurt you today.” 

“Oh. Maybe he hoped, but it was just one of his mean little games.” You marvel that even now, this man can’t imagine that off the battlefield, someone truly meant him serious harm. 

“No, Paul. He cinched the saddle too loose. I’m certain of it. He hoped the horse would kill you for him.” Paul is quiet in your arms as he digests this, not dismissing your accusation again. “Maybe…we should go, before something terrible happens. I can take you back to San Francisco.” 

His powerful body shudders with laughter beneath you. “You’re gonna escort me home, huh?” 

You sigh, knowing it sounds ridiculous when he puts it like that. You just…can’t shake the need to protect him, when it seems for some reason no one else in the world ever has. 

He kisses your temple. “Sweetheart, you are my home right now. I’m not leaving you.”  

You lift your head to brush his lips with yours. “I’m scared,” you admit. You wish the two of you could just steal off into the night, much like the first time you fled this place. 

He nods, and it means the world to you, that he doesn’t outright dismiss your fear. He’s the only man in the world you know who has actually listened to you. You comb your fingers through his hair at his temples, looking at him from so close, your heart so full you think it might explode. You almost feel as though you are watching from outside your body, as you gather your breath and gird your loins, ready to tell him how you really feel. “Paul…I lo–” 

There is a knock on the door. The interruption makes you jump as though you’ve been caught. “Y/n?”

You get to your feet, reluctantly answering the door when you recognize Esmerelda, the head housekeeper’s voice. “Sí, Esme?” 

You crack the door to find the older woman looking despondent on your threshold. “You need to come quickly. Your father…has taken a turn.” 

You shoot an apologetic look back at Paul, who nods with understanding even though you know for all the world he wants to hear the rest of the words you’d had for him, right on the tip of your tongue. “I’ll be right there.”

“Thank you, Esme.” 

With a sudden feeling of dread in your heart, you close the door behind you, and you run. 

[kimi240302]

Mind Games

A/N: As always the warning that my native language is not English and I run this through an app so it ends up being English.

A/N2.0: Warning number two, I'm new to the whole 18+ writing thing, so don't be too hard on me

Summary: Y/N hates her uncle Aegon and tries to avoid him. However, he has other plans with his niece and does everything to make her his.

Aegon has only forgotten that Y/N is not the innocent little girl everyone believes her to be.

Aegon Targaryen x niece!reader

Words: 1.9k

Main Post / House of Dragon Masterlist

Part 2

In this Os every woman sleeps with Aegon voluntarily

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" There´s another side

that you don´t know

I can´t wait to get you

all alone

Once I´m in there,

ain´t no letting go

watch me turn your mind

into my home"

- Sickick

Y/N Targaryen, the firstborn daughter of Rhaenyra Targaryen, was under constant pressure since her mother's coronation. Since her mother had proven that a queen was capable of ruling seven countries, Y/N was expected to do the same after her death.

Daemon, Y/N's biological father and King Consort saw no problem in this and helped his daughter where he could. So her parents started to form the young Targaryen to a Queen. There were always several things in the foreground; loyalty to the family, knowledge about her future kingdom, the art of combat and the use of a sword, which pleased her father the most and of course the acknowledgement of her duties as heir to the throne, as well as future queen.

Y/N never really had a problem with it and always fulfilled her duties, only one thing in her life disturbed her. Better said, someone disturbed her.

Aegon Targaryen, her uncle was her nemesis. It seemed that Aegon preferred to drink and fuck himself into the grave than to take responsibility.

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" You better leave before the queen finds you in her castle." Y/N's voice was cold as she entered her uncle's chambers and sent away the slut he had smuggled into the castle for the night.

The young woman immediately, at the sight of the princess, fixed her clothes and bowed. Aegon just rolled his eyes, got up from his bed without covering himself, walked over to his table and poured himself his wine.

" Go!" Y/N ordered the girl again, who immediately ran away. " You are just as much of a party pooper as my brother Y/N." She ignored his statement and tried to look everywhere except at her uncle's exposed body. " Can you put some clothes on, we need to talk." Grinning, Aegon looked at his niece and noticed her avoiding gaze. " Since it's my room you so nicely barged into, No I won't."

"Aegon the ball tomorrow is important. There are important people coming…" Aegon groaned in annoyance. " Who are important for your later reign… how many times are you going to tell me this this week?" Slowly he walked towards his niece. Y/N looked her uncle firmly in the eyes. " As many times until you take your duties to this family seriously… Aegon!" Y/N warned him as he stopped right in front of her. His hands settled on her hips. " Admit it dearest niece, that was not the reason you sent that woman from my chambers." Aegon bent down to Y/N to kiss her. But he stopped with a pained groan and stared wide-eyed at the silver-haired woman before him. Y/N had taken his cock in her hand and not gently tightened it. " Take your life seriously for once if only for the next night Aegon!" She let go of him, turned around and disappeared.

Aegon was left in pain and yet a grin settled on his face. Y/N had reacted just as he wanted. Even if her grip could have been a little softer and with a different meaning.

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" Do I want to know what you did to my brother or should I leave it alone?" Aemond looked over at Y/n who was sipping at her drink. Confused, she looked at him. Aemond nodded in the direction where his brother sat, not letting Y/n out of his sight for a second. Annoyed, she rolled her eyes. "I denied him his fun last night by putting guards everywhere and throwing his whore out of the castle for the night. I didn't want the lords to see with their own eyes what my uncle was up to."

Aemond laughed softly to himself. "That should explain why he undresses you with his looks." Y/N who had taken another sip of her wine choked and began to cough. " Aemond!" She gave out, startled, when she had calmed down again and taken a big gulp of the goblet of water that a servant had put there for her. " I'm just telling the truth." With a grin, something she rarely saw on Aemond, he turned his upper body now entirely to face her. " You know my brother has been after you since we were kids, right?" " Like he's been after every woman in Kings Landing?" The grin disappeared and Aemond looked at his niece seriously. " Have you ever paid attention to what Aegon's companions look like." Laughing, Y/N raised an eyebrow. " Aemond we are old enough. Call them by what they are whores and no I haven't. Why should I?" " Because then you would have seen that they all have one thing in common. They each have light skin, almost like yours and light hair, almost like yours."

Y/N's cheeks turned slightly red. She shook her head and watched Aegon disappear. " That doesn't mean anything at all!" " Just tell yourself that Y/N, but we both know the truth." Before she could say anything back, Heleana interrupted her. " Dance with me." Dreamily, she pulled on her husband's arm. Aemond smiled at her, a smile that was only for her and his children. He stood up, but leaned down to Y/N again and whispered in her ear, " You'd better ask yourself why you're always after Aegon so that he'll stop drinking and whoring." She was about to say something but Aemond shook his head. " This has nothing to do with duties to the family Y/N. Even if you are good at telling yourself it does."

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" Goddamn…" Y/N had managed to stay in her seat for another 10 minutes, until she literally jumped up and apologized.

Now on the way to her rooms, she couldn't get the conversation between her and Aemond out of her head.

Which didn't make things any easier for her, because when she rounded the corner and looked up from the floor, she stopped, frozen in place. Aegon stood leaning against the wall with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open. The silver haired girl had to swallow as her eyes fell on the woman kneeling in front of her uncle, pleasuring his cock with her mouth. Aegon's hand reached into her light blond hair. Immediately Aemon's voice sounded in her head; " light hair, almost like yours…"

Y/N wanted to turn away and use another corridor, but at that very moment Aegon opened his eyes. Purple met purple and Aegon's grip on the woman's hair tightened. His moans grew louder and his gaze more intense as he used the woman's mouth to find release.

Y/N's breathing quickened. Her entire body tensed and she noticed a dampness forming between her legs.

Her tongue ran over her lower lip. Aegon whose gaze had settled on her lips noticed how his cock started twitching in the girl's mouth and quickened his pace. His moans got a little louder a repeated time and his eyes found his niece's again. He noticed how she had to swallow and started to tremble slightly. That sight was all he needed to cum in the woman's mouth. Y/N closed her eyes, bit her lower lip, turned away and disappeared as quickly as she had come without looking back again.

Aegon grinned after his niece, knowing exactly what he would do next. Now he had her right where he wanted Y/N.

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"You can go. I'll call you when I need you again." With a sigh, Y/N lowered herself into the tub of hot water as her maids took their leave.

With her mind racing, Y/N took another deep breath and dipped her head under the water. Even if it was only for a few seconds she wanted to forget the world around her. Where she hadn't expected to see Aegon's eyes again, however, was when she came back up.

" Goddammit Aegon!" She cursed under her breath so that the guards outside her door wouldn't be able to hear. She knew he had come in through the balcony, since it connected her room and his. Another fact she hated.

" Haven't you ever heard of knocking." Aegon laughed. " Speak for yourself Love." The silver haired woman covered her breasts with her arms, causing her uncle to pout. " Aegon I'm naked, just go!" Again he laughed and sat down next to the tub Y/N was sitting in ,on the stool that usually belonged to the maiden.

" Isn't that our thing to burst into each other's room without knocking and the other is naked." " No and that only always happens because you are naked all the time." Y/N hissed her words and pulled her legs to her torso to cover herself even more. She could stand up and put some clothes on, but Y/N wouldn't give Aegon that prospect.

Aegon's gaze fixed on the bare skin of Y/N's legs. Without thinking any further, he placed one of his hands on her knee, which was just above the surface. " Aegon?" He heard the trembling in her voice as he began to move up and down between her thighs. He didn't care that his sleeve was getting wet, Aegon knew he would never get another chance like this.

"You know, it's not proper to stare at other people Y/N." Immediately she stiffened and squeezed her thighs tighter. Actually that should stop Aegon's hand, but he just grinned. " The first thought when I saw you standing there was, she's going to stop my fun again and give me a telling off. But then I saw the look on your face…" His fingers found Y/N's clit and he heard her hold her breath. Slowly he began to make small circles on her bundle of nerves, making his niece winced ever so slightly. " I saw how your eyes couldn't see away." Aegon's thumb now took over massaging the circles on Y/N's clit as he slowly slid two of his fingers inside her. With a moan, Y/N arched her back forward. Her hands , which until then had blocked the view of his niece's breasts, gripped the sides of the tub. Hungrily, Aegon looked at every exposed inch of skin as his free hand ran over the contours of her breasts. " Aegon…" Grinning, his face came closer to hers. Y/N wanted to back away, but he grabbed her neck and brought her closer to his face. His fingers became faster and faster and when Y/N started moaning louder, he added a third.

" By the gods…" Moaned Y/N. She looked Aegon straight in the eye and knew she was making a mistake letting him get so close, but from tomorrow Y/N would just ignore him again. Moaning, she leaned against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck, and her lips laid on his. Aegon, who had not expected this, gave a surprised gasp, but returned the kiss.

"Aegon I…" Shaking and moaning, she buried her face in his neck and began to spread kisses to distract herself. Aegon enjoyed the feeling of her soft lips on his skin. He had dreamed of them so many times and had never imagined them so heavenly. " Come for me my love." Y/N let her teeth drive into Aegon's neck as her hands clutched into the fabric of his top as she came. Aegon couldn't stifle a moan himself. He couldn't tell if it was because of the mark Y/N had given him with her teeth or if it was because of her walls tightening tightly around his fingers.

Breathing heavily, Y/N let herself fall back against the wall of the tub. "You don't think I'm done with you, do you?" Aegon stood up, placed his arms on Y/N's hips and lifted her up. He knew Y/N wouldn't make love to him, but he wanted to know what she tasted like.

Gently placing her on the bed, he knelt at its end. Confused, Y/N looked at him, but he pulled her by her hips to the edge of her bed. Placing her legs on each matching shoulder, Aegon already buried his face between her legs. However, he looked up at her once more. " Let's find out how many times I can make you come in one night just from my tongue and fingers."

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Should I do a second part?

@tvrgvryen

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 750: Blue sky

(Thank you to @monkeyingaround for helping me with a couple of things in this chapter!! <3)

Pag 1

1: Right?

Hahaha

2: 'morning!

'morning!

Did you bring the thing we talked about yesterday?

Pag 2

1: Summer is here

Pag 3

1: Yeah

2: Look at the color of the sky!!

3: It's a crisp blue sky!!

Well, the color is sky blue, after all

4: Ka....!! You're seriously so narrow-minded! Your eyes are so narrow, too, and that's why you're not close with our kohai

My eyes have nothing to do with... huh!? The kouhai!?

Se... senpaii!! Teh

5: Huh?

Pag 4

1: Rokudai!!

Naruko-san, Imaizumi-san

Good morning!!

Why are you greeting us with so much enthusiasm?

2: You have a huge bag as usual. What is it?

Thank you so much!!

Why are you thanking us!!

Oh, Kinaka is here too

Good morning!!

3: We collected

4: everyone's laundry at training camp, and now we're putting them to dry!!

Yes

Don's take it all on yourself!!

5: It's towels and t-shirts used at training camp that we don't know who they belong to!!

Ah yeah, but even so

Pag 5

1: And the weather is nice, so putting them to dry is nice!!

You already finished drying the first round?

An extreme manager spirit!!

2: What about the other first years?

Ah, they haven't arrived yet, teh

They're not coming?

3: I'll kick them out

Huh...!

What a fast decision!!

4: Think about it again, please!!

Hmm, then let's kick out half of them

Waaa.!!

…. that's what I meant, Hotshot

What?

5: Ah, uhm... by the way, uhm... what about Onoda-san?

Ah, he should be here soon

6: Ah, he's not a morning person?

….. no

Pag 6

1: After training camp, Onoda-kun....

2: Fu fu fu

Ratatata, to the sun...

3: I want to go together... fu fu fu

5: Far

6: Far away..!

Fu fu

That student on the city bike i so fast!!

Pag 7

2: Good morning, everyone...!!

3: He watched everything I recorded while we were at the training camp, and now he's here!!

All the anime!!

4: Look, he's gleaming!! That's the face he has when he's in a good mood because he watched a good anime and came to school while singing its theme song!!

Ohh...

5: Interesting... he watches anime, and... his face is gleaming....

You're taking notes about Onoda-kun's life?

Pag 8

1: Ahh, I'm so happy that “Kawazanyou wa at shiro”, shortened in “Kawashiro”, really has good animation as the preview reviews had said

Oh, yeah?

Imaizumi-kun, will you watch it too?

I'll think about it

Think about it...!!

2: And the second part of “People of the dead”, “the bloody battle” was so scary but so good!

Oh, yeah?

3: You have never seen it, but Onoda-kun

4: He hums an anime song during races

5: And he becomes super fast!!

7: Th.... that's so cool...!!

Pag 9

1: Now!!

2: Third years

Make up supplementary lessons for the members of the bicycles racing team that were away for trainig camp

3: It'll be boring like every year, but we'll get through it

Yeah

Tch, supplementary lessons?!

Pag 10

2: Apply this formula

3: Therefore, the value we're looking for is...

6: Go, Rokudai

For us, too

Pag 11

2: Another three minutes

3: I can see a light!!

He's coming

4: Ohh!!

5: I wasn't expecting this, Furuya

Yeah, Murakami

6: The only one among us first years who could run the whole 1000km in this training camp in the time limit is-

Just a little bit more!

You're in time!

Press on the pedals one last time!

Pag 12

1: The former manager and beginner, Rokudai Renta!!

Pag 13

1: The only survivor

2: Two minutes before the time limit, 23:58, the first year Rokudai

3: completes the 1000km...

4: and is ranked

5: sixth

Kinaka-kun!!

Pag 14

1: You did it, Rokudai

2: Kinaka-kun!!

Ugh-!

3: Thank you, Kinaka-kun.... I could have never done it if you hadn't been there, Kinaka-kun, teh....!!

You did it with your own strength

Guaaaa, thank youu....

Pag 15

1: Cough cough

Are you alright!? Is it your throat, Kinaka-kun!?

You slammed your elbow into it

Teh!?

Hahaha

3: Alright now, let's gather around, give an ending ment, and then leave

Yeah!!

4: Please make a firm ending speech, captain!!

Ah....!!

5: Right... a speech... I have to say some wise saying.... wh- what should I do

Kakaka you can just say whatever you're feeling!!

6: Anyway, finally

Pag 16

1 / 3: All six members who will fight in our last Inter High

Pag 17

3: Are here!!

Pag 18

1: Thank you so much!!

Thank you!!

-you!!

-you!!

2: I'm tired..

But you retired so early on

Yeah but the senpai's race was so intense

I know, right

3: Ahh... this year even just watching it from here made my heart rate increase

4: Yes!! It was an intense training camp!!

Pag 19

1: We're counting on you, Rokudai

4: Oi.... Issa, wake up

5: The teacher looks incredibly angry!!

6: Huh? That daifuku is half the price!? Really, Naruko-san?

It's no use, he's sleep-talking!!

Pag 20

1: Everyone worked really hard at the training camp

3: It's coming soon this year, the Inter High

[phoenixnakama]

Dancing Dragon Chapter 3

"Yes, I know an amazing one." This sentence sounded in Katara's head.

How could she said something like that?

Why did she lied?

Lying and her? What a nonsence.

She was a nice girl, she never lied.

But his smile?

Too bright!

Katara was sitting in the living room. The laptop was open. She tried to find at least one vegetarian restaurant, but finding a vegan was impossible.

"Sokka is it you?" Asked Katara, when the door opened. She bit herself on the lips. There was no one else in their flat. They lived alone for two weeks.

"Yes, What are you doing?" Sokka asked and looked at his sister's laptop.

"What? Why are you looking for such a thing?" Sokka almost jump back.

Katara looked at him with the judged face, that only sister can make on her brother.

"Why are you so childish? Why don't you help me instead ?"

"Help? Please tell me, that you don't want to stop cooking meat?" Sokka put his hand into a prayer position.

"I will stop cooking everything if you will ask me this way!" Answered Katara.

Sokka took a chair and sat next to his sister. He nodded and decided to take this "vegetarian thing" more seriously.

"So, I can look at with you, this one. I think I heard about it from some clients." He said.

"But the price." Sighted Katara.

"Yes, and now for real, why are you looking for a place like that. Nobody from our friends is vegetarin." He looked at his sister.

He was tired, but Katara´s life interested him. Sokka cared about his sister more than she thought.

"There is a new student and he is vegan." Said Katara quietly.

"Student? Like a man?" Asked Sokka and smiled.

"Yes." Katara rolled her eyes.

They looked at each other. Sokka want to said something in Sokka style, but he was drained. They were looking on the internet for a long time and only found vegan shop.

"So what about telling him that your favorite vege-I-do-not-know-what restaurant is suddenly closed and taking him to the shop?"

"It is lying Sokka!" Katara started to be desperate.

"Yes, but you lied before." Pointed out Sokka.

"Yes, it is true, but I don´t want to repeat it." Said Katara sadly.

"Fine, let´s tell him true, and show him this vegetarian bistro."

Sokka put his finger on the screen. The last page that opened showed them a student-friendly bistro with cheap food. The menu was simple, but they didn´t find anything better.

"Alright." Katara agreed.

They wanted to leave the living room, but Katara´s phone started ringing.

"Who is it?" Sokka asked.

Katara didn´t answer him, she showed him the phone instead.

"Zuko? You should probably answer the call." Sokka said usecur.

Katara kept staring at her device.

[sebfreak]

And the award for the best facial expressions goes toooo Wind Breaker and especially Haruka Sakura (omg i can remember his name this means, i love this guy already :D). No seriously I have so much enjoyment while watching it.

Awww poor baby. You are not pathetic. You are very brave but sometimes it´s hard to take another step and I think ... no I believe you will learn a lot on Furin High.

Ahahhaha XDDD I love his character already. I mean... their conversation was so fucking funny. XDDDD

My gosh they are so cute. I wanna hug them. His blushing face is one of my most favourite ones. :D

Oh hey Baji! :D <3

NO PLEASE DON´T HATE ME AND CANCEL ME!!! PLEASE DON´T KILL ME. But he was the one i had my eyes on and he seems like a mad dog? Oh I´m really looking forward to his fight with Haruka Sakura (again omg i can remember his name :D this is a miracle... ).

[cirkkaa]

Hi there! I am currently working on a compilation of the most intimate and implied relationships between Genshin's characters and the traveler, and I would really appreciate your help!!!

Okay so, I've seen your venlumi art and omg its BEAUTIFUL!!! Like Genuinely their dialogue is also so...beautiful and charming!!! And I really want to know more about what you see in them, and what the game says about them for this analysis I'm doing if that's alright with you :>>

Hi! Thank you for your kind words ;; I´m glad you enjoy my art.

As for my venlumi analysis, I´m not the most canon based person but I like to take what I can and feed myself.

(For the record, I play traveler Lumine)

First, what drew me in it´s the chemistry between Lumine and Venti, they are very fun together and somehow very sweet a the same time! One of the things that caught my atention was that Lumine could be flirty with him ( see the dialogue option "The color of your eyes is like the sky in my hometown.") and in restrospective analyzing this phrase, you have to know Lumine doesn´t get many flirty dialogue options, like, ever (I can not recall any other ocassion when it is evident to be honest). Also the fact that she talked about her hometown, a topic that is barely tackled was a little wow ok.. I like this. Feels like Lumine opening her heart a bit, as if she trusted Venti enough to let him known something personal.

Something that fluels my love for them is the fact that apparently Venti knows her from another time. We still don´t know the reason behind this and why Lumine doesn´t remember, though she is somehow aware, at one moment she recognizes Venti´s voice like a voice she heard before they met. It seems like Lumine does not give it much tought, since it is not brought up ever again but to me this just further strenghtens why Lumine trusts Venti, they already knew each other, perhaps were destined to be friends.

I also just really like Venti as a sort of self-appointed guide to Lumine during her journey. Despite his playful personality Venti makes it clear he is always there for Lumine, whether to cheer her up or console her (teapot lines win these.. I seriously can never get over it). During Weinlessefest Venti says that Lumine´s happiness it´s very important to him!! He´s happy to be by her side, and there is no wonder that those feelings can be reciprocated, as Lumine also likes to bring up Venti when he is not there, or invite him to join her into whatever ocassion.

I believe this happens a couple times during quests. With all this I mean we all can agree that they are very dear to each other, I would dare to say in contrast with other Lumine´s friendships, the one with Venti feels the most intimate. Even when they are distanced, Lumine still thinks about him.

Another tiny detail that I like it´s that Venti and Lumine/ Aether (or traveler if you might) are the only ones who depict human figures in their constellations... again, something that differentiates them from the others. Could it mean nothing? yes. Will I make it about venlumi? Of course. I mean, even the figures look alike! I´m very inclined to believe there is a deeper meaning about this that will be revealed some day.

And please let´s not forget about the birthday letter with the most eerie vibes ever. What does this even mean? Why is this a birthday message? Is it an allegory to Teyvat and "the traveler"?

"You are the only one I want to bring here" I wonder if he is also opening his heart a bit to Lumine with this phrase. In any case, it makes you wonder. An apple core, the fruit associated to venti, two halves of it, one for traveler and one for Venti like they are meant to go together. A secret world to which traveler is invited to, to take a stroll in this hidden world, which only they know about... much to think about but all I can gather is that their relationship should not be overlooked.

I´m probably forgetting to mention one or two things, but these were some things on top of my mind about venlumi in canon events, I´m sorry but not really if I got some details wrong :P

As for what I see in them.. the personalities combined are just delicious. They have a good chemistry from the start, and I just really like a Lumine that is introverted, with a secret crush on Venti. And Venti who is extroverted but soft, a little oblivious to Lumine´s crush. He still loves her but Lumine is not sure it is romantically. That is my favorite flavor.

Hope this is helpful!

[cheemscakecat]

Missing in Action 9

Chapter 9: Boiling Point

Spy plays a prank he should not have, Scout has a realization, and something goes wrong.

TW: Heavy Angst. We’re at the turning point people

Overall, the last two weeks were a breath of fresh air for Jeremy. New Spy was very aware of his comedy potential, and every time he went into battle he outdid himself.

Something changed on that first Monday after those weeks.

There was this one BLU Scout from the Appalachians, in some hillbilly town or whatever. He had a reputation for talking about the woods like it was a rich person’s house. Talkin about some kind of monsters who ran the forest, who he was Buddy-Buddy with.

So in other words, he was a superstitious nut job that even Demoman didn’t take seriously. He always made a big fuss about how his team acted in the forest -any forest- like they were gonna offend “the owners”.

Jeremy disliked the guy because he also talked smack about “city boys”, and being from Boston he was the main target of that smack-talk. And people called him annoying…

They happened to be stationed in some forest in Colorado when New Spy got to fight this BLU Scout and his team. So that meant BLU Scout was being extra annoying to his team, and Spy noticed fast.

He turned invisible and started following the App Scout around the battlefield, saying spooky stuff like he was a forest ghost getting mad about the teams. And at first, it was really funny listening to BLU Scout try and get along with the ghost. Until it wasn’t.

His team turned off their comm links because they were annoyed with his warnings. And Appie started to panic. Spy stopped saying stuff, but that didn’t help much because BLU thought his team was about to get punished for being in the woods. Jeremy had been following them in case something went wrong, but he’d been expecting an angry breakdown, not fear and crying.

They knew Merasmus was real, but Jeremy had never thought something really lived up in the Appalacians. Now that he had to see the man horrified, it seemed a heck of a lot more believable. For all he knew, there was some kind of forest guardian out there, it wasn’t like he’d been to the Apps!

“Please don kill my team. I know we’re mercenaries, but we ain’t the ones who chose the battlefield. An they ain’t from the forest, nobody ever taught em to respect the ones in charge here. Please don make em disappear, they don know what they’ve done to yer home!”

Spy turned visible to the crying BLU Scout and dropped his weapons. BLU stared at him blankly through his tears. “I am sorry. I did not think this was so serious.” Thankfully, Spy also knew the joke had crossed a line and he wasn’t afraid to try and apologize. But Appie was furious.

Spy got slugged in the jaw and Jeremy had to knock out the BLU enemy to protect him. Scout learned a long time ago that this guy’s underfed lookin body was way stronger than it looked. And he had that anger adrenaline. He grabbed Spy by the arm and ran off before BLU Scout could wake up.

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Them boys messed with the Appalachian Scout and his paranoid beliefs. Engineer knew he and the grown teammates should’a warned Spy not to do it, but they were all used to his older self. The one who wouldn’t try the forest spirit prank. But in any case, Spy looked haunted by what he did, and Scout brought him to learn more about the weird mountain beliefs.

Engineer was from Texas, which was a melting pot within a melting pot, dependin on where you lived. He’d met people from that area. He knew enough to talk to the boys.

“Well, not everyone believes in it, but that forest has a strange feelin to it. Eerie, like your bein watched by something that ain’t human. Some of the locals insist that if you’re polite, the supernatural won’t bother you none. Unless it starts whistling at you.”

Yeah, there was a reason why Dell wasn’t superstitious. At least not to most things people believed in. But he did have to wonder if that mountain plain would be a good place to look for Merasmus. He’d have to mention it to the others as a potential lead.

“Anyways, that there BLU Scout has been workin as a merc for years. He oughta know by now that other forests don’t work like the Apps, even if the stories are true. So try not to feel too bad about your little prank buddy. We know you won’t try it again.”

Somehow, that didn’t seem to snap Spy out of his funk. But he forced a smile and a polite thank you anyway.

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The only bad thing about the past two weeks was that Scout still had Spy dreams. It was like his mind was twisting itself into a pretzel to try and pretend like he should miss Spy. And these last two weeks, it had been mostly dreams about their time in Teufort prison.

Jeremy almost missed the hanging nightmares, because at least those reminded him why he was so angry at his deadbeat dad. He was never planning to tell the truth the old coward. Not even when they were on death row. And he didn’t say anything or look when Scout got dropped on the gallows.

Maybe it was dumb, but he kind of wished Spy turned to look at him on instinct, lookin all concerned. Instead of not lookin at all. Cause the only people that did look were the drooling, stupid townsfolk celebrating the hanging. Their eyes all hungry, holdin their stupid hanging merch.

Then again, there was a reason Jeremy lengthened the chain on his dog tags. And stopped wearing a shirt to bed. And kept his blanket below his nipples so it wouldn’t touch his neck. He didn’t know what he’d do when it snowed. Ok fine, maybe the dad dreams were better.

This batch of Spy dreams took place when he still had the broken arms. He hated not being able to move like normal, even something as simple as squatting was a bad idea without the whole use of his arms. There was a lot he couldn’t do on his own, and Spy ended up helping him.

To Jeremy, it felt like his dad was just cherry-picking easy things to do for him, to pretend like they were on good terms and he was a good parent. It was gross. It should be gross. And he shouldn’t miss Spy for doing the bare minimum when they were trapped together for months.

About a week before, Scout had dreamt about the first time Spy combed out his hair. He didn’t want to be babied, especially in front of another inmate they didn’t know, but Spy was insisting. Jeremy remembered their argument.

“Spy I don’t need your help, stop it!” “Nonsense, you can’t lift your arms to comb it yourself. And if you get angry enough trying, you’ll break that metal contraption on your back.” Way to have faith. “Shows what you know. I’ve had this haircut my whole life. Trust me, it never gets matted.”

Scout felt Spy hesitate for a second. “How do you know that?” Something about the way Spy asked made Scout feel the same worry as when teachers asked him too many questions about home. So he explained, against his better judgement. “Well, Ma had a lot of little sons and not enough time to comb all our hair. So she had all our hair cut like this so even if we ****ed up combing it, it wouldn't get matted.”

Spy went quiet and stopped combing for a long time, and Jeremy could tell he was staring at the wall because he didn’t feel eyes on him. “Well all the same, I’d rather do this than risk your cast getting broken. These Teufort people either know how to work a taser or fail to tie their shoes, and there’s no in between. I don’t trust them to fix your cast.”

It took Scout waking up for him to realize Spy was judging his Ma for the hair thing. As if he had any right, when he wasn’t there or giving her the money she needed! Besides, Jeremey turned out fine! Yeah he’d never had longer hair and learned to style it, and yeah new Spy’s hair looked really cool, but he was fine.

He- he didn’t want to judge his Ma for anything. She was the one who was there for him, and she had enough ungrateful children already. Even if he did wonder what he’d look like with New Spy’s hairstyle.

This dream on the night of the Appalachian Scout’s freak out was a doozy. It had been real difficult to sleep in the prison bunk with the stress of being hung soon, and the people being weird. But it was even harder for Jeremy because of the metal connector on his cast.

It wasn’t like they set him up with one of those fancy hospital beds for hurt people, it was just a normal bottom bunk. So the metal dug into his spine and the soft skin between his shoulders. He’d wake up from that digging feeling then fall right back to sleep.

But one night about two months in, he woke up and didn’t go right back to sleep. It was hard to crane his neck with the cast, especially lying down, but he saw Spy standing next to the bunk bed ladder on their shared bed. He was facing away into the whole room, with his back to Jeremy’s head. Didn’t even notice he’d woken up.

Naturally, he didn’t feel great about Spy just freaking standing there all night, and he wasn’t moving. So he piped up.

“What are you doing?” He whispered. Spy turned to face him in surprise, and then they heard a heavy thudding noise further in the room. Spy went back to facing into the room and Jeremy heard Joey Murders grumble. What was he doing up? It was the middle of the night.

“I’m an insomniac by nature, and this cheap bunk isn’t helping. So I’ve been practicing good posture.” Seriously? “Do you have to stand at the foot of my bed?” “It’s not the foot if your head is laying over here. And this bunk belongs to both of us, so I’m well within my rights.”

“So let me get this straight; you’ve been standing like a creep at the head of my bed for two months, and you just chose not to tell me?” If Scout didn’t believe that Spy had his ability to fart removed by Medic, he’d be really grossed out by the chances of getting farted on in his sleep with his mouth open. He had too much experience with his brothers pulling similar crap growing up.

“I thought it would only annoy you, and we only own this side of the room. If I were at base, I could just stay up in my smoking room and read, but here I’d bother you and our roommate. Besides, this way if you need help going to the restroom, I’m close.” It bothered Jeremy that Spy wasn’t facing him to talk. And that he didn’t have a great argument for chasing him off. It was quiet for a moment.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you, Scout. It’s your bunk too.” “Well, uh. Thanks for helping me with crap. At least I’m not super old and peeing all over the place, but still.” “It’s fine. And even if you were old, I’d prefer that over Sniper marking his territory. But you should get some more sleep.”

It took Scout waking up to think about how dumb it was that Spy hadn’t been sleeping, and how obviously he was lying. After Jeremy got his casts off and had a few days to get used to his arms, Spy told him he was going to try to sleep more and stop standing around like a creep. And he did. He started sleeping a lot more.

But then he remembered that Joey Murders was awake that night. And that Spy had been staring off towards his side of the room. It made him stop and think for a moment.

Joey Murders was a civilian serial killer who probably killed some women or people who were not strong enough to win a one on one battle with him. Scout had always assumed that his strange roommate was also on his best behavior in prison but… Murders didn’t have anything to lose. Even in Teufort, the cops had to have found some reason to suspect him.

Maybe he was the kind of guy to attack him and Spy. His old man had been eating with his back turned to Joey when he up and stabbed him. At the time, Jeremy got mad at Spy and said he was getting them in more trouble. But maybe he killed Murders for good reason.

Murders kept trying to sneak up on Scout when he had his arms broken and was fast asleep. So Spy had been staying up and standing in Murders’ way to keep him safe. And he hadn’t figured that out until now.

But Spy also didn’t baby him after he could use his hands again. After he could move his legs into a better angle for kicking Joey’s face into mincemeat. He trusted him to take care of himself. Jeremy sat on his bed feeling a lot of confusing emotions about it, not knowing if he should be angry at Spy, or worried, or missing him more.

The sound of new Spy screaming snapped him out of it.

———————

Something was wrong with new Spy, and the whole team could see it when they arrived at the smoking room. Chairs were overturned and Spy was screaming in French, pacing, and pulling on his hair.

“Vhat’s wrong?” Heavy asked. Spy snapped his head towards the biggest teammate, and they could all see how pale and undead he looked. There was a wildly hateful look in his eye, which only grew as he broke a full bottle of wine on the side table. Purplish red wine spilled on the old wood and rug like blood. Spy gripped the broken bottle like a knife and charged at Heavy.

Medic reacted fast and turned on the Medigun in time to heal Heavy right as Spy stabbed him through his vest, aiming for his heart. Everyone was shocked, so shocked that Spy had time to ignore Medic as an obvious target and glare at Sniper. Thankfully, Heavy was fine and caught new Spy before he got the change to attack again.

For about half a second, they thought Heavy’d be able to hold Spy down with his big arms. But Heavy moved slow, and Spy was hopped up on hatred, adrenaline, and fury. He started kicking almost as fast as Scout could, and shuffled his arms around at full strength. Heavy tried, but it was like trying to carry an angry street cat, and Spy got loose.

Spy jammed his fingers into Demoman’s eye, then when he was still distracted lifted the right blast guard so he could punch him in the nuts. Medic was rushing to help Demoman, but Spy ignored him again; choosing to pick up an armchair and throw it at Pyro’s head. Engineer rushed to help Pyro, and again, Spy ignored a teammate for no apparent reason.

New Spy picked up the glass bottle that he dropped, dodging Heavy as he tried to catch up. Then he went after Sniper with it. Snipes did a good job escaping a backstab and any other fatal attacks, but he wasn’t fast enough to stop Spy. Jeremy noticed that Spy hadn’t targeted him either, so he crossed his fingers and charged in to try something.

He grabbed Spy from behind and lifted him like 3 inches off the ground. Then he started spinning in place to make them both as dizzy as possible. Spy still had the bottle, but didn't actually stab at him with it, so the dizzy trick worked.

Demoman and Engineer each grabbed one of Spy’s arms after Scout let go, trying not to puke. But instead of struggling to free his arms like a normal idiot, Spy twisted his torso and legs to get them off balance, and then pulled on his arms so they’d bump heads and let go.

Soldier finally got the memo to attack their teammate [it was actually good that he didn’t do it on instinct], and grabbed Spy by the throat to strangle him or break his neck. It would be bad if he succeeded, but at least Medic was there, and they were at base. Oh wait, was the respawn machine even on at night? Pauling had a lot money decisions to make and-

Spy choked Soldier right back, apparently at full force because Solly didn’t immediately snap his neck. Then he let go with one hand so he could rip off Soldier’s helmet and started punching him in the face. And he was punching real hard and fast, so fast Solly didn’t have time to react before getting dizzy again.

Sniper and Pyro ran over to try and separate them, but Spy just picked Soldier up and threw him at them like Scout’s idiot brothers cheating at bowling. The problem was Spy was out to kill, and everyone else really didn’t want to hurt him [Soldier did, but that wasn’t news]. Jeremy had a plan though.

”Engie, Medic! Follow my lead!” He ran towards new Spy and grabbed him in a firm hug. Like he expected, Spy wasn’t attacking him. He didn’t attack Engineer or Medic when they also started hugging him, even though Medic was still as creepy as ever.

“Calm down man, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Spy choked out something half-sad half-enraged in French. “Herr Spy, we do not understand what the problem is. And I wish I could say we speak French, but we don’t. Please breathe for a moment and tell us why you are so angry.”

Spy hesitated and started to breathe better, which made him think better too. Some of the color returned to his face and he seemed to break out of whatever hate trance he was in.

“Ze smoking room? We were not.. you three were not..” He looked around at the shaken teammates and Soldier, who was fine somehow. “Oh- Oh God, it wasn’t real, was it?” Spy sank to his knees and the trio took the chance to let go of him, and make room for the others to come over. “I’m sorry. I’m so very sorry!”

”What happened lad? You lost yourself for a bit.” Nobody was mad, thankfully. They were really more worried than anything. Spy hesitated to answer. “I do not know if I should say. Clearly it was a night terror I should not have believed… But I did.” “I think ya owe us an answer, mate. If yer having nightmares that bad, we gotta know for next time.” Sniper was right. They didn’t; know what set Spy off, or if it would happen again. And new Spy knew it.

“Is this room bugged? With ze same cameras as the rest of ze Base?” He really thought deadbeat Spy would leave cameras around his rooms? Well, to be fair, he didn’t know the guy. “Naw. He wouldn’t leave the Admin’s cameras in heah. Liked his privacy.” So did Sniper, who lived in his van. Helped him avoid the cameras. Spy sighed and held his legs to his chest with his arms.

“Then I will say. And I hope it will not offend you. It was a stupid nightmare, but it felt real.” Spy swallowed hard. “Medic, Engineer and Scout were not there, but we were told ze whole team was soon to die. You did not care at all, and…” It took Spy a while to continue. Nobody bugged him about it, clearly he was worried about cameras for a reason. When Spy did look up and start talking again, he was on the verge of tears.

”And my.. my two year old son was there with you. You had convinced him that death was.. fun. He was saying things that were not good, not health-ful.” Nobody knew what to say to that. Jeremy really wanted to say something nice, but he didn’t have words. Why the Hell was he having nightmares like that?! Nobody on the team was crazy enough to hurt a baby like that, not even Medic and Pyro! New Spy sobbed, surrounded by the broken glass and spilled wine and hurt teammates. “I thought it was real. I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry, you are very nice people!” Without thinking, Jermey found himself getting on the floor with Spy and hugging him. He didn’t really do hugs that often. He hugged Pauling when she turned out to be okay on Grey Mann’s island. And sometimes he hugged Ma.

His brothers thought hugging another guy was weak behavior, even if it was with another brother. And even though he didn’t agree with them, their stupid judgement stopped him from being a hugger a long time ago. But not this time. And he figured he was right, because Spy leaned into him and kept crying.

Somehow, he didn’t feel like a man beating people up and then crying was weak behavior at all. Especially if it’s for his kid’s sake.

———————-

Medic was right about that de-aging curse. It was probably meant to make Soldier hurt or scare Zhanna when confronted with something he didn’t remember.

They knew part of the nightmare had to do with the last wishes, the not caring about death thing that made grown Spy colder to the team. But not the baby being in danger. They didn’t know what triggered that idea. And they sure as Hell didn’t like it.

They were gonna tear Appalachia apart if they had to, that stupid wizard needed to pay. And Spy needed to be turned back into his normal self before he had another cursed episode.

Engineer told them about the possible lead and they sent a message to Pauling the next morning.

[onetoomanyfandomfixations]

SPIDERPEOPLE REACT TO YOU ASKING FOR A HUG

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MILES MORALES (1610)

Bro is So awkward about it

Happy to give you a hug though!

Doesn’t quite know where to put his arms

Squeezes SO tight

Firm believer in Miles having cold-ass hands

Tbh he needs the hug just as much as you do

Does a Lot of talking

“Hey, hey, hey, you good? You don’t look good - NOT THAT I’M SAYING YOU’RE UGLY, S H I T”

He’s doing his best, okay 💕

GWEN STACY

Doesn’t really *do* hugs

(She has the most sensory issues, tell me I’m wrong)

Will only hug you if you’re genuinely distressed

Another really awkward hugger

Uses Really nice shampoo - probs like,, a sea salt scented one or something

Is more likely to give you less intense physical touch

Shoulder bumps, leaning against one another, etc.

HOBIE BROWN

Top love language is physical touch

Probably realises you need a hug before you do tbh

Very emotionally intelligent

Gives very comforting hugs

Smells like cigarette smoke

And his manky-ass leather vest (mf does not wash this, tell me otherwise)

“Ay, ay, you good luv?”

“E’rythin’s gon’ be ok, don’ stress it,”

PAVITR PRABHAKAR

Probably a bit upset you even had to ask

Just hugs you out of the blue, expects you to do the same

Unironically calls you ‘bestie’ and ‘bro’

“Bestie!! Hi!!”

Always close by

Will be flustered if anyone points out how much he thrives off of affection

Smells like coconut oil

Please point this out, he’s very proud of it

PETER B PARKER

Dad hug 100

Very warm

The most comforting hugs

“Hey, hey, whats wrong? C’mere,”

The most likely to focus on comforting you instead of fixing the problem

The best one to have a gossip with

Will make you have a mandatory movie night with ur fave takeout

MAYDAY PARKER

Concerned babbles

Notices that something is wrong before any of the others

Tugging at Peter and Hobie to get them to notice

A Very serious face as she babbles and pats your cheeks

Best pep talk you ever got

The only time she’ll actually stay still

Will probably fall asleep on you

MIGUEL O’HARA

No

Like Gwen, not happening unless you actually really need it

Surprisingly good hugs

Very Warm

Too busy to stop and hug you, so will pick you up and continue doing whatever

Starts muttering in Spanish

“Ven aqui bebe,”

“Estás bien, te tengo”

Will lowkey forget that you’re there

Gets upset when people don’t take him seriously until he remembers that you’re clinging to him

SPIDERNOIR

Unrelated; but so cut he didn’t appear in AtSV

Another awkward hugger

Will try, but doesn’t quite know what to do

Wayyy better with verbal affirmations

“Doll, everything okay?”

“Come tell me all about it sweetheart,”

Another bitch with cold hands

Will let you fall asleep on him

[xxstorywriterxx]

Your local barista / Part 2

Larissa Weems x fem reader fanfiction

You´re a barista working at Weathervane. A tall blonde, beautiful woman comes in from time to time to get a coffee and talk to you. She seems nice at first but after a while you find yourself wondering if you could become more than friends?

I was inspired a little by the game "coffee talk". Please enjoy!

Link to the following chapter is at the bottom.

Warnings: none

The next day Larissa arrived at the cafe again. As usual early in the morning, when no one was there. You had a nice chat, she seemed way calmer than the day before, and then she left. Because Larissa came in at the mornings, they were always your favourite part. You then worked through your shift and afterwards sat down at a table and did some work for uni. You were only working as a barista half-time to pay for school and you lived in Jericho because it was very cheap compared to the city your uni was located in. You drank a coffee, finished an assignment and left the cafe. As you did you saw Larissa again. This time she was talking to the major. They were standing a few meters down the road. You looked at Larissa because how couldn´t you? Just as you decided to turn around and walk home someone called your name.

"Y/n!" You turned your head back to Larissa who was walking towards you with a big smile on her lips. Due to her beautiful long legs she reached you in no time. You felt your ears getting hot. "Were you still working? I thought you were off around 2 or 3?" You smelled her scent. It was bloomy, yet fresh with a hint of vanilla. She continued smiling at you. "Uh, yeah. No. I mean... I didn’t work. I finished at 2 but I did some stuff for uni." You were suprised by the fact she remebered that information about you. Just act normal, you thought to yourself. "I had to finish an assignment. Nothing special." You shrugged your shoulders. "Oh, I didn´t know you were going to uni! What are you studying?" "Athletics and English Literature. I want to become a teacher you know?" Larissa raised an eyebrow. "A teacher huh? Once you´re finished you could start working at Nevermore." She laughed but in her eyes was a hint of seriousness. "Well, why not? If you pay well." You winked at her, though you felt getting a little hot. "Oh, trust me. I do pay well." She winked back at you. For a few seconds you were both standing in front of each other. You looking up to her, she looking down at you. You both had cheekish smiles on your faces before you looked at the ground and Larissa started talking. "Are you heading home?" "Yes. I´m about to. I want to go to the gym and get to bed early. I´m really tired." Go to bed early? How old are you? 70? "I understand. Where do you live? I could give you a ride home." Larissa looked at you with a mixture of kindness and concern. You couldn´t tell why she was concerned but she definitely was. "Oh, that´s so nice of you! But I don´t want to cause any trouble. I could just walk-" You have never met up privatley and even though all you wanted was to be alone with this goddess, you didn´t want her to feel uncomfortable around you. Maybe she just wanted to be kind and not actually take you home? God, you really needed to stop overthinking so much. "No! You wouldn´t- I want- It would be a pleasure to take you home." Larissa blushed. The woman who was so confident, sexy and strong-willed seemed to be so vulnerable and insecure all of the sudden. You wanted to hug her, ask her what was wrong and make her feel good about herself. But you didn’t. Instead you smiled at her. "Alright then. Sounds good to me!" Larissa seemed relieved and nodded. "Ok. My car is right around the corner."

You got into her car, told her where you lived and drove off. It was only a ten minute drive since you didn´t live far away from the cafe. "How come you live in a town like Jericho? Young people usally look out for big cities and parties, when they go to uni." Larissa seemed to be very curious about you. You weren´t able to remeber the last time someone seemed to actually be interested in you. "Well, I´m not really into partying. Sometimes it´s nice but often I´m just overwhelmed or bored. And Jericho is nice. It´s cheap, it´s pretty and the people living here are really great." You gave Larissa a soft smile. "Since I live alone I had to look for a place that wasn´t too expensive. And I´m quite happy with it." "I assume you don´t live near your parents anymore?" Larissa looked at the street while talking to you. She really just wanted to have a nice conversation, which you greatly appreciated. "No, I don’t. It´s not like we hate each other or something like that. I just... wanted to get away from my hometown and the people living there. They´ve all seen me grow up. Though they still see me as my younger, confused, sad self. I´ve developed so much over the last years but I feel like people ignore that. I needed a fresh start." You both remained silent for a minute. You pressed your head against the cold window as you watched the trees fly by. "Sorry. That was a lot. And very personal." "No, Love. Don’t apologize for that!" Love. She just called you love. She has never done that before. You slightly turned your head to look at her. Larissa was still looking at the road but this time with a slightly sad look on her face. "I know exactly how you feel." She talked very quietly. "Eventhough Nevermore is a school made for outcasts I still felt very lonely being myself. I felt like an outcast at a school of outcasts." She almost whispered now. You couldn´t help but feel sorry for the woman next to you. In the past you have talked a lot about your lifes but only the good things. You knew shapeshifters were rare and of course you recognized Larissas outstanding features. But you couldn´t imagine someone hating those parts of her. The parts you loved so much. "Larissa..." You reached out one hand and stroked her arm softly. "I´m so sorry." Larissa looked at you with a sad smile. "Don´t be, Love. It´s ok. I´m an adult now and I know, that people don´t hate me anymore. Well, except for a few students of course." She chuckled. "I don´t hate you." You looked at her quite serious now. "In fact I really like you." Larissa looked suprised. Her eyes were soft and she slighty smiled. You couldn´t look away. You were cought in her gaze. You hadn´t even realised you weren´t driving anymore. You already arrived at your home. "I like you too." The hand you´ve had on her arm was now resting on Larissas car seat, right next to her own hand. Your fingers slightly touched. You didn´t know when or how but you sat closer to each other, still keeping eye contact. Her blue eyes were so soft, full of love and at the same time a flame seemed to be burning in them. You could hear her breathe a bit heavier. You wanted to say something but couldn´t. The only thing you could do was looking at her. Taking in her beautiful face, her arousing smell, her red lips. Your heart beat very fast. Larissa stroke with her fingers over the back of your hand. She opened her mouth to say something. "Y/n. Sorry if I´m being inappropriate. But I-" Just then her phone started ringing. You both jumped away from each other. She answered the call and then looked back at you again. "Sorry. That was a teacher from Nevermore. I kinda need to go." You nodded. "Thank you for driving me home. That was very sweet of you." You smiled at her. "Anytime, Darling." Before you shut the door Larissa reached out to you and handed you a folded piece of paper. She winked at you with a smirk on her face. Then she drove off.

At home you took off your shoes, put down your bag and layed on your bed. Your heart was racing. What did just happen? Ever since you´ve met Larissa you had a crush on her. But you always tried to be realistic and never wanted to cross any boundaries. You had nice chats and more than once you even had so much fun you would forget time and she had to rush to Nevermore to still be on time. She always greeted you with a big smile, asked about your feelings, your life, how you´ve been keeping up. You never thought much of it because, in all seriousness, a woman like her probably wouldn´t be into someone like you. Not, that you weren´t smart or at least okayish-looking. But Larissa Weems could have anyone. Then why should she choose you? A student who works as a barista half-time? You didn´t even know about her sexuality. Then again you couldn´t think of anyone who would be able to keep up with a woman like that anyways. But something you knew was, that if she would choose you, you would treat her right. You would treat her the way she deserved it. You had to think about what Isaac said yesterday, that she would have a crush on you too. Was he right? He had some pretty good arguments. And then the car ride today... that really felt special. When you were alone with Larissa, she seemed much more vulnerable and soft. Sure, she was still very confident and sexy. She could make you go down on your knees in no time. But she didn´t seem to be afraid to show emotions when it was just the two of you. That felt very special. Maybe you were something special to her. The same way she was to you...

You put your hand into the pocket of your jeans and grabbed the paper Larissa gave you. Looking at it immediatly took you back to the moment in the car when the two of you were so close it almost felt like you would kiss anytime. "I like you too." You heard her voice say. A shiver ran down your spine. You felt your heart going crazy as you unfolded the paper and read the note. We should talk more often. Let´s do this again. xx Larissa. Beneath was a phone number. Her phone number.

[fxreflyes]

thank you for tagging me my loves <333 @kaaaaaaarf @faggylittleleatherboy @sugarsnappeases @dieonysian its so fun seeing what yall r listening to :) also i hope youre all doing well i am sending much love <333

rules: shuffle ur on repeat and put the top 10 songs

this assortment of songs is as chaotic as iv been feeling recently and im not sure id really recommend them but here we r!

bullet w/ my namE on - bring me the horizon, underoath

hurt - nine inch nails

thunderbolts! - iron chic

numb - brennan savage (guys ... my emo rap era resurfaced for a hot sec... listening to it helps u feel a little ironic abt being sad idk like u cant take urself seriously so then ur less sad this makes sense of course (alternatively i listened to this a lot when i was 18 so nostalgia i suppose))

babys out of luck again - april june

esruc - one step closer

top 10 statues that cried blood - bring me the horizon (sorry oli im not typing it like that thats a lot of work)

the end is her - blood command

bellyache - spanish love songs

driver, surprise - the national

this is not on the list bc it said 10, but yall shld actually check out push by the cure, but the instrumental version! its v nice v atmospheric (the version I added below)

im quite late doing this (and doing anything on tumblr.com) so sorry if im tagging u again! but np @cosmmicdancer @polaroidcats @shipsnsails @fruityindividual @greengrug @magneto-manifesto @ethercain and open tag!! like literally please please tag me i just don t know who wld like 2 do this!

[frostedcats]

mh could you write please a platonic L or Near (whatever you feel more comfortable with) X reader? like how it would be to be close friends with them and what type of activities they would like to do with you or little gestures that show they care 🦈

I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH WHAT. I decided I love this idea so much that i wrote smth for both Near and L. I m not sure if what i wrote is somehow lore accurate or not, I wrote it for fun 🤷‍♀️. Just so yk I didn t really write that much about them.

(Sorry if it took a lot to respond I have no idea when you send that rqst)

Hope you enjoy this!

《¤~☆L&Near☆~¤)

I feel like both of them would make mean comments all the time, indirectly calling you stupid. At first they wouldn t really care if you took them seriously or not but they would slowly start to sugar coat the comments if they care enough about you. If the relationship aged they would stop sugar coating the mean comments knowing you don t get offended by them anymore, and you would be taking them more as a joke.

They both are scared to show their emotions, so if somehow you see another side of them, other than the indifferent one, you re lucky.

At first Near would stare at you and analize all your moves. L would do that too the only diffrence being that L wouldn t give a shit if you caught him staring and Near would be really carefull to not get caught.

Near dosen t like physical touch at all, so as soon as he got comfy around you he would probably start tugging on your arm to show you stuff and get closer to you, literally into your personal space. I m pretty sure L dosen t like the touch of another person either but he would get into anybody s personal space just to annoy, intimidate or disturb them.

《¤~☆Near☆~¤》

Near is most likely protective of his toys not letting anybody near them. With that being said, if he asked you to play with his toys or didn t start throwing a tantrum if you touched his toys, he cares about you a lot.

At first, Near is the kind of person to watch you talk and not really take part in the conversation, or start it, although he will try to start a conversation or keep it going if you don t say anything, ONLY if he likes you.

Near isn t the kind of person to go out of his comfort zone even if it s for a case. He dosen t like trying out stuff or meeting new people, so, if you ask him to do something new or try something, he would usually refuse, unless he trust s you.

《¤~☆L☆~¤》

Just like Near is protective over his toys, L is "protective" over his sweets. I think everybody has said this and i will say it again, he dosen t like sharing his sweets. Alright, if we are talking about somebody he works with, yeah, he would probably share but not always and only if the other person insists. Buttttttt (🍑) if he considers you a friend he would insist on sharing with you.

Honestly I think L is a little emo. So he would totally make you a playlist of some shitty songs he likes. (He made one for Light and Misa for sure) (Source: trust me bro) (i was the ceilling, dw, i wouldn t lie 💕)

Talking about his past would be a really big step. If he talked about his past w you, you better take good care of the poor guy cuz he actually trust s you a lot. (That would be the case for Near too but I m way too lazy to go back to the first part)

L dosen t sleep much, we already know that. But, did you know we usually feel sleepy around people we are comfy around and we trust? Now that you do, imagine a sleepy L hitting his head on the desk bcs he finally felt comfy enough to actually sleep. (He would probably ask you to watch him untill he falls asleep 😭)

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Thank you sm for the rqst! I found it really intresting!