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Guilt; A Ghost Fanfic

Part One; Guilt

Part Two; Shame

GN!Reader x Ghost. Y/N is called Rat. Warning: Swearing. WC: 594

Summery: The snow had left 141 stranded, and Y/N blamed themselves. But their lieutenant said otherwise.

The cold nipped against Y/N’s face, cutting against their skin leaving it tinged with red. Even with their hood pulled up and their body covered from head to toe in hot, heavy equipment, their teeth continued to chatter as they sat on duty, watching while the rest of their team slept.

Y/N knew it was their fault the 141 ended up in an abandoned house during the middle of a snowstorm in Siberia. They’d been injured and slowed the team down, causing them to miss the window of time where an air team could evacuate them. The freezing cold was a bitter reminder of their failure, Y/N’s injury had affected the mission and its exit. They accepted the ice and kept watch as their punishment.

Steps startled Y/N back into attention, a quick survey of the outside before turning their attention to the room as their teammate, Ghost, joined them by the window. He looked rough, per usual, but Y/N couldn’t help but envy the warmth that his balaclava provided.

“I can take over, your fucking teeth chattering woke me up.” He gruffly tells them, sitting down. “Besides, you’re still injured. Sleep will help that and we’ve got a long day of walking ahead. You’ll need that leg to be in better condition, Rat.”

“I couldn’t fucking sleep if I wanted to. Besides, this is suitable punishment for messing the mission up. My drill sergeant would be proud.” They respond, really wishing they had taken a page out of their Lieutenant’s book and worn a mask like him.

“That’s bullshit. You know that? The mission already was risky, the weather was terrible, and none of us realized they had such firepower. It’s not like you chose to get shot. And we all made a choice to drag you out of the slaughterhouse instead of escaping. We’re a team, remember?”

They nodded, showing Ghost that they knew that. But putting the 141 at risk left them guilty, and unprofessional, like they were still a Private who was still inexperienced. Y/N was a Saregeant for fuck’s sake.

“Are you saying you’ve never felt guilty and blamed yourself for a mission gone wrong? For a mistake you made?” Y/N asks, they knew very little about the man sitting across from them. They’d heard stories, and Price had warned them to be careful around Ghost. But they didn’t know him, they barely even spoke. Hell, Y/N thought that Ghost hated them for the longest time.

“Sure, I’ve got plenty of guilt. Blame myself for stuff that happened before you even got out of basic training. But you know that saying, do as I say, not as I do.”

Y/N gritted their teeth, regretting asking him the question. They knew better than to pry into Ghost’s mind, there was a reason he was such a private man.

“I shouldn’t have asked you that.” They gulp, wishing they hadn’t pried. “Sorry.”

“Rat, stop apologizing.”

“Of course, sorr- I’ll stop.” Y/N shifts, allowing themselves to recognize how exhausted they were from the long day and how much their body ached thinking about the next. “Are you sure you want to take my watch? I can finish it.”

“I’m already awake now.” He states, moving to a more comfortable seating position. “Oh, and Rat?”

“Yeah?”

“If I hear you repeat what I’ve said tonight to anyone, I’ll let you bleed out next time.” Y/N smiles, aware of the smirk under Ghost’s balaclava, the threat being half-hearted. “I’m dead serious.”

“Sure, Ghost.”

A/N: I’m back COD fandom! And my writing skills have slightly improved, you’re welcome.

[suiana]

(yandere! gym rat x gn! pilates princess/prince/liege)

"cutie! you're back again!"

"...yes? this is a public gym."

you stare at the buff man before rolling your eyes and going back to doing your squats.

he's weird, you think. always watching you, trying to chat you up while not so subtly mentioning how he knows where you stay and some private life details.

you don't want to get close to him even if he seems nice.

i mean, he looks and acts pretty dumb. kinda like a beefy himbo. but what if he isn't a himbo? you'd be in a precarious situation then. men are emotional creatures after all. who knows what he'd do?

"hey want me to spot you! you're doing squats-"

"yeah, without weights. i think I'll be fine, thank you very much."

you snap at him, eyes narrowed as you turn up the volume of your music. ugh, will he just leave you alone? all you ever want is to exercise in peace! do your silly little pilates... but no! he has to annoy you all the time!

"w-well... if you need me I'll be in my corner... doing pilates... you know, because i picked it up for you..."

you glance at him as he walks to his pink mat near you, pitifully getting on his knees as he does some pilates exercises. you would've totally ignored him if not for the moans and whimpers he let out with each rep he did.

you pause your squats, raising an eyebrow as your cheeks flush slightly red. was he always this noisy even with his normal exercises?

"dude can you shut- and you're not doing it right... you need to do it like this."

you walk up to him, taking off your headphones as you adjust his position. hopefully this would help him to shut up... he probably just made the noise because he wasn't in the correct pose. your hands brush against his sweaty skin, helping him to get into the correct position instead.

but as you were doing so, he let out even more noises, flustering you beyond belief. what the heck?! can he just shut up?!

you immediately retract your hands, staring at him like he just murdered somebody before walking away.

nuh uh, you're not dealing with freaky men anymore. you tried helping him but he just wouldn't stop his silly acts.

"s-sweetie wait! I'm sorry! please keep going!"

the male whines, immediately crawling after you as his cheeks flush a beautiful hue of red. however, you obviously ignored him, walking back to your own mat as you resumed your squats, headphones plugged in with music blasting loudly.

ugh, so he really is a weird beefy himbo.

[midnightorchids]

Jason shivered as he peered out of the old window of your shared apartment. He stared at the blanket of snow that draped the trees and he tugged his sweater tighter against his chest.

“Why are you sitting by the window Jay, it’s freezing,” you asked, setting down two cups of chai on the coffee table. They sat next to Jason’s long forgotten book and you smiled reading the title—Matilda.

Jason often brought out books from childhood during the colder months and he had a particular liking towards Matilda. You always assumed that it was because he saw a glimpse of himself in the odd story. Maybe he found a sense of comfort in it.

“I don’t know, it’s beautiful out though,” he replied, pulling you out of your thoughts. You stared out the window and nodded. Jason was not wrong. Despite the harsh weather conditions, the scenery was breathtaking. Pearly crystals gently tickled down and covered the lawn like an elegant rug. The street lights were on and the entire atmosphere felt cosy and welcoming.

Jason took a sip of his tea and hummed in delight. The sweetness of the chai had reached deep within his soul and warmed his heart. He leaned back against the couch and reached for your hand. You were quick to intertwine your fingers together. You brought his knuckles close to you and placed a gentle kiss on his hand.

For a while, it was quiet. You both stayed there, sipping your tea while enjoying each other’s company and the view. But then, the silence became dull. You decided to reach over to the table and grab the old book. You pushed it towards Jason and he stared at you in confusion.

“Read to me,” you said and he grinned. Jason took the copy from your hands and flipped to the first page, wanting to read to you from the beginning of the story.

You liked watching him read out loud. He always got this excited look in his eyes and a narrative tone in his voice. He often put on different voices for characters and he especially exaggerated the tones when he read children’s books. It was no surprise when he gave the worst voice to Harold Wormwood and a silly high pitched one to Miss Honey.

The rest of your evening was spent reading and in fits of giggles. There was no other way you’d spend your night. This was truly the best.

[hunn1e-bunn1e]

Demiurge - GN SB Reader Sleeps on His Lap

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This is a bit short!

I hope that this is something near what you wanted 🐀Rat anon! I did my best! I was a bit preoccupied with other things at the time as well, so I decided to make this a shorter one. —Benny🐰

                                                                                                   

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Just how in the new world did Demiurge end up in this situation!? He's unworthy of such an amazing honor as this! Unworthy! The poor arch-devil is only a mere speck floating about in the sea of denizens that make up the Tomb of Nazarick... and yet...

.....and yet.....

...his most treasured one has chosen to slumber on top of his legs! It's like a dream come true! They depend on him to be a stable headrest as they sleep! He's so honored!

But, truth be told, Demiurge had lost his usual composure quite some time ago. Hours, really. His normally gray skinned complexion was now stained a deep crimson red, resting upon his bespectacled face. His whole body seemed to tremble lightly as he fought the instinct to move and readjust his position. Steam was practically shooting from his ears .

"C‐could I bring myself to be so vain..."

The arch-devil mutters to himself; holding a trembling hand just above the soft looking lochs of hair that sprouted from his most cherished one's head.

Just when his fingers are about to graze the snoozing supreme being's head; they stir and shift in his lap and turn their head to face him; grabbing his wrist and trapping his hand palm side up underneath their face. Demiurge's eyes widen as he felt the softness of their cheek. He could feel his face get about 20° warmer than it already had been.

He could feel his breathing rapidly pick up in panic, it was to the point that he was huffing and puffing like a spooked animal. He was touching them without their consent! How would he ever gain the confidence to show himself in their presence once they had awoken! But now... he couldn't move his hand without risk of waking them.

"How have I found myself on the cusp of such a difficult decision..."

Demiurge whispered to himself as he wracked his brain for a fitting solution to such a bizarre situation.

On one hand he could gently lift you from his lap and allow them to properly continue resting on one of the many plush pillows that decorated their bed. But then there's a possibility that he may wake them up or go against their potential unspoken wish to stay in the position they fell asleep in; head on his lap and all.

But, on the other hand, he is still a floor guardian and he has his own responsibilities and duties that come with that title that must be attended to at some point. In addition to that, Demiurge has no business encroaching on such a sacred place as his most cherished one's bedroom in the first place. But if he doesn't stay in place he might risk disappointing them.

"Mmnh.... Demi...urge..."

The slumbering sepreme being slurred with a goofy smile on their face, drool staining his red suit pants.

It seems Nazarick's strategist....

C R I T I C A L H I T ! ! !

...was found incapacitated by unknown means.

In the end, it seems Demiurge didn't have to make such a hard decision after all due to losing consciousness. His brain simply couldn't keep up with how hard it was working to subconsciously keep him from flipping out. His steaming 'corpse' was later discovered by Mare after he hadn't shown up to a summons from Ainz.

Mare reported that Demiurge was hunched over in a squatting position in his room, mumbling something about 'dreaming of me, they were dreaming of me, so honored, I'm so honored' and he also didn't seem to react to outside stimuli of any kind for a good few days.

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[sewinrat]

I LOVE YOUR BLOG, I could write something about Randal x Reader who is his friend from school and finally invites him to his house

You or me writing, bud? Confusing me here. Sorry I'm late. I think this is platonic? Idk you can choose.

*Reader is gn

"Damn you live like this?" You slightly joked as you enter the house with Randal dragging you in and everywhere enthusiastically. He ignored your joke and instead called out to his, "BIG BROTHER! I BROUGHT A FRIEND HOME~"

You look at the tall man with his arms crossed in front of you and wave with a nonchalant smile, "Hi there." The man, Luther, simply stare at you with before turning his gaze to Randal who is beside you, "Where did you found them?" "At school! I was getting dissected by the people with painted-on eyes and boom! They appear and save me! It was fun while it lasted though~" Randal says as if that was just a fun activity the school has provided. Luther nods, "I see. Well," he turns back to you who was just there still with the nonchalant look, "Welcome then♡ We would love to have you join us for dinner♡" He went away and Randal drag you further in more to follow him to what you're gonna assumed, the kitchen with the thought, 'I thought it was afternoon now?'

On the way there, you saw a lot of... Interesting stuff. Like two grown men acting like cats, surreal stuff that you thought you're delusional, some kid in a clown outfit, a cat's tail.. from the carpet, and you thought you saw some blood. "Nice." You show a thumbs up to no one in particular, "Why thank you, friend!" Randal replied to you anyway. When you both reach the kitchen, he made you sit on the chair while he go and grab whoever this 'Sebastian' is. In not even 5 minutes, the 'Sebastian' is now sitting next to you. After that, you've been joined by everyone else. Every now and then some crazy shit happens and it gets a laugh out of you everytime.

In the end, you and Randal(And Sebastian who Randal force to join) play with Legos. You get to see Randal trying to eat some Lego pieces. You never went home that day. But I'm sure you're fine with that, right?

[m4sonn]

⋆୨୧˚The Outsiders greaser Gang x Hyperfem!reader˚୨୧⋆

Thanks to my friend @peachyponyboyy and the anon who recommended this for this story!!

ponyboy:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> genuinely doesn’t care what you wear as long as you like him back and aren’t a shit person

> if you’re a boy he’s terrified that you’re gonna get jumped so he protects you with his life, it’s Oklahoma in the 60’s I don’t imagine they’re very accepting about two gay guys and a guy who wears skirts

> he hates the way makeup feels on his face but he’ll (begrudgingly) let you practice on him every once in a while after a bit of begging and whining

> would genuinely rather kill himself than wear anything feminine

> draws you a lot, if you sew/make your own clothes he makes you outfit designs he thinks would look good on you

> likes to help styling hair and encourages you to try new things (like dye and new cuts and styles etc)

> if you’re a guy he was probably scared to introduce you to his friends and brothers in fear of them judging him and you but they didn’t mind you

> calls you “baby” and “honey”

Sodapop:

> likes more feminine people

> likes helping you choose outfits

> if you ask him for help choosing a shade he’ll ask questions like what are you wearing, how are you doing your hair, what vibe are you going for etc to make sure he chooses the best choice

> helps style your hair for you

> jokes around and lets you do makeup on him and even tries on fem clothes with you sometimes at stores

> constant shower of compliments

> talks about you like he talks about sandy in the movie

> 100/10 waist hugger, hugs you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder or back of your head

> introduced you to his friends right when you two met but introduced you as a friend and then reintroduced you as his gf/bf later when you two started dating

> calls you “cutie”, “sweet boy/girl”, “sweet pea” or “baby boy/girl” (cringe I know)

Darry:

> doesn’t mind it

> type of guy to remind you to close your legs when you’re sitting down

> makes sure your skirt doesn’t ride up too much while out in public/tells you if you don’t notice

> hates the feeling of lip gloss but is willing to get some on his lips to kiss you

> kisses your hand a lot all gentleman like

> you were probably more scared than him to meet his gang and brothers (by more scared I mean that he was totally chill abt it), he just kind of brought you along one time just randomly to a group hang out and they were just chill abt it.

> calls you “sweetie”, “honeybun”, or “peaches” (I hc his favorite fruits as peaches)

Dally:

> usually dates fem people only so you’re right up his alley (sorry mascs, he’s only for the fems‼️‼️)

> mainly only dated girls

> likes to take you shopping with the little spare money he has

> likes to see you try on clothes cause it just makes you look so happy

> adamant that he’s straight (he’s not) and if he dates a guy he says that you’re “close enough” and that it isn’t gay. He doesn’t realize how much this hurts you and only realized how this made you feel after Johnny and pony pulled him off to the side to talk to him about it cause they realized how you always got quiet and awkward after he said that

> likes his partners a bit nerdy but still confident so if you’re a dude who’s confident enough to be feminine in public but is still a little shy and has those nerd glasses he’s ALL OVER YOU‼️‼️

> probably puts his hand on your thigh under your skirt while sitting next to you

> whenever you bend over he’ll slap your ass

> likes to take you out and show you off to his friends, right off the bat when you started dating he went to his friends to show off his new partner

> calls you “pretty boy/girl”, “doll”, or “doll face”

Johnny:

> loves you for who you are and not how you dress

> constantly telling you how cute your outfits are on you

> like pony if you’re a boy he’s terrified of you being jumped for being a feminine gay guy and protects you with his life, gives you a switchblade just in case, even if both of you know you’d never use it.

> waist grabber/hugger and no one can change my mind, when you’re wearing a tighter top that shows off your waist is when he does it most

> goes feral when you wear a shorter skirt

> I don’t imagine his mom to be a very feminine person other than meeting pony boy’s mom so you are like the only feminine person he’s really ever talked to so he knows nothing about how to help with outfits or makeup etc but tries his best to help with whatever

> was trying to grab a makeup pallets for you and he dropped it and broke it and cried while apologizing

> was pretty scared to introduce you to the gang (especially if ur a boy) but he told Dallas first and helped him introduce you to the gang after reassuring both of you they’d love you (they adored you and loved that Johnny finally found someone)

> calls you “sweetie”, “darling”, or “my beautiful amazing pretty amazing most perfectest bestest boy/girlfriend (yes he would call you this)”

Two-Bit:

> usually likes more fem lovers so he doesn’t mind you being fem

> If it’s modern day he yells gyatt at you and slaps your ass when you bend over ☹️☹️

> let’s you do his makeup and sometimes his sister joins in and you two either actually do his makeup or you just smear a bunch of products in his face

> his mom and sister LOVE YOU.

> when he brought you home his sister was all over you, enjoying having another feminine person in the house other than her mom cause two bit is “a nasty stinky and unhygienic boy” and she’s “glad to know that he finally has someone who might be able to get him to straighten up a bit and stop being so gross. And maybe you can even help that drinking problem of his.”

> you cackled after she said this but two bit didn’t take it as well and chased her around the house 💞💞

> he was so excited to introduce you to the gang, right when the two of you started dating he wanted to introduce you to them but he let you choose when, they loved you :3

> calls you “babe”, “baby”, “cutie”, and “sweet cheeks” (ur literally the Minnie to two bit’s Mickey)

Steve:

> doesn’t mind that you’re feminine

> he’s gay, only dates dudes, sorry girls 😋😋😋

> doesn’t know anything about fem clothes n stuff cause he grew up with only his dad but he tries his best :///

> When you guys go to watch bull fights or drag races he totally lets you sit on his lap, he could NOT care less if people are staring.

> likes to take you to drag races and even lets you be in the car with him when he’s in one

> likes to show you off, flexes how he managed to get such a pretty bf

> touchy asf

> was scared to introduce you to his dad but he did eventually, his dad was confused (“so that’s not a girl??”, “wait so what you’re tellin’ me is yur’ one of them queers??”) and physically could not bring himself to believe you were a boy because you’re so fem, but accepts you two

> he yaps to the gang abt you, like never shuts the fuck up and it annoys the hell out of them

> introduced you to them immediately

> calls you “darling”, “my love”, or “babe/baby”

[emmyrosee]

I don’t think you all understand the absolute magnitude I want you and I to bother Sakusa kiyoomi.

When I say bother, I want to be an absolute nuisance. A force to be reckoned with. Because I know he would love it bc he told me himself okay 💅🏼

I want him to look up and ask whatever holy and unholy beings that are listening when you text him “please don’t be mad” at practice, why they gave him this life.

I want you to sneak into the bathroom when he’s on the toilet and paint his nails and toenails; what’s he gonna do, run?

I want you to send him the gooiest, sweetest, most ridiculous text messages that make him blush from sheer embarrassment in front of the boys; not because he’s mad, but because he likes them and he’s so mad that he does.

I want you to cling. To him. I want him to never have a moment that you’re not touching him, be it holding his hand in the store, or straight up koalaing around him at home.

If he’s away on a trip with the team, I want you to call him every night to have those cliche FaceTimes, where you’re just crying and he’s trying to be sweet but that hurts more, and it turns into you falling asleep on the phone while he does whatever; shower, eat, read, something normal and domestic.

I want him to never have a moment of peace; I want you to text him at random intervals of the day shit like “you’ve gotta promise not to be mad,” or “send ass pics?” and “im crawling in the gym walls right now” - which I absolutely KNOW he’d respond with “I can’t do this today,” “you give me grey hairs” and “go back home and sniff my pillow instead, that’s dangerous” respectfully.

I just. GOD I want to eat him alive. He’s so baby, he needs an annoying insignificant other okay, I don’t make the rules here

[ramblingoak]

Them Rats

Copia x Reader - Copia makes a special dinner to celebrate the birthday of one of his rats.

Warnings: none, unless Copia dancing and singing in the kitchen while being a Domestic Rat Dad bothers you, sfw, 980 words

Thank you @tasty-ribz​  for the amazing art, it inspired me to finish 💙🐀

You heard the singing before you even opened the door.

A soft smile grew on your face and the stress from the day melted away.  Well, most of it.  You were still planning on bribing one of Copia’s ghouls to throw Cardinal Alero down the stairs (Sunshine would do it for a few bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos).  

You had been dealing with the arrogant idiot all day, prepping for an event to welcome the new initiates.  Alero wasn’t happy with any of your ideas or your Latin translations.  And he really wasn’t happy when you told him you needed to leave for a dinner date.  He ended up keeping you an hour longer than you had planned.  

Hopefully you weren’t too late, Copia had been practically vibrating with excitement the last few days.  You’d seen the doodle of a rat in a party hat on his calendar all month and you figured today was special.  It wasn’t his birthday so it must be the birthday of one of his rats.  You opened the door and you were instantly hit with the delicious aroma of homemade pasta.

The sight of him wobbling his ass in the kitchen was even better though.

He was singing so loudly he hadn’t heard you come in yet so you took off your shoes as quietly as possible and started to tiptoe towards him.  There were a few pots and pans on the stove that he was fiddling with and you saw the remains of dough making on the counter.  Copia was also sporting two perfect flour handprints on his ass despite him wearing his ‘Kiss Your Italian Cook’ apron.

You were about to call out to him but a small face looking up at you from the kitchen table caught your attention.  Little Ravioli was sitting politely next to a small plate full of equally small raviolis, happily munching on one.  You smiled down at the little guy but opened your mouth to scold Copia about having rats on the kitchen table again when he finally swung around while growling out ‘them rats’.

“Ah, dolce!  Finally free from Alero’s clutches, eh?”  Copia walked up to you and brought his hands to your cheeks, lightly rubbing his thumbs across them before giving you a sweet kiss.  “Did you kill him yet?”

You laughed and grabbed his apron to pull him in for another few kisses, he tasted like spinach though so you wrinkled your nose.  “Alero lives, but I have plans to change that.”  He smiled at you and leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose, then used the sleeve of his red hoodie to rub against your cheeks, dusting off the flour his hands had left.  You pouted when he pulled away and rested your hands on his chest.  “I’m sorry though, he kept me too late.”

“No-no amore, you’re not too late!”  He took your hands and led you to your usual chair at the small table.  A kiss was pressed into your hair as he filled your glass with wine.  “Actually today is Ravioli’s birthday so he got a little snack too.”

“I know Copia, you’ve had it marked on the calendar for ages.”  You smiled at his blushing cheeks and he just shrugged shyly and turned to go back to the stove.  Little ravioli had climbed onto his plate at this point, sitting amongst his treats.  Another one was in his hands and you could see some green smeared on his face, spinach was one of his favorites.

You turned to watch Copia untie his apron and then grab two plates full of steaming pasta.  “Don’t worry amore, I’m saving you from the spinach.  These are full of cheese for il mio adorabile topo.”  You raised your eyebrow at the nickname, watching as he set the plate down in front of you and then placed the other before his own seat.  Copia turned and grabbed a small shot glass with what looked like wine in it and then finally sat down across from you.  The glass was put onto Ravioli’s plate and you watched as he dropped what he was eating and then shoved his face in the glass to lap at the red liquid.

“Copia…can rats have wine?”

“Oh no, amore, no.  Cranberry juice, I got some for him today.”  You watched as Copia doted on his rat some more, rubbing the top of his head and then holding out another ravioli for him.  The rat took it and then plopped down again to continue munching away.  Your heart was just overflowing with love for the man in front of you…even if he did let his rats onto the table.

You watched as the reigning Papa cooed at his rat in Italian and then started singing softly again, more from ‘Rats’, of course.  His beautiful voice got louder as he got more into it and even little Ravioli had stopped eating and was watching him.  Copia booped Ravioli on the nose as he growled out the chorus and you knew you wanted to join in at the best part.  You started tapping your foot on the floor and then banging your head a little bit as Copia got further into the song. He reached over to nudge Ravioli’s round belly, growling out ‘them rats’ once more and you jumped up from your seat to join in:

“Ah whoah!”  

Copia turned and gave you the most beautiful, dorkiest smile you’d ever seen and then continued through the chorus while you kept up with your part.  He scooped up Ravioli and then got out of his seat to start dancing around, wobbling his flour covered ass once more.  You moved closer to start dancing with them, but not before putting your hands in the flour still on the counter.

Your Papa needed a few more handprints on his ass.

For a continued look into my Domestic Rat Dad Copia agenda please read Pancake Breakfast

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[sp1rit-realm]

༻¨*:· 𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ·:*¨༺

༻¨*:· request ·:*¨༺ hannah, babes, can i request sum? i'ma pretend you said yes. so, basically, i've been having crazy panic attacks lately, or at least i think that's what they are, where i feel like i'm not in my body and shit, and i'm kinda unresponsive and hyperventilating and angry. could you write a little blurb on marauders calming you down from that or just being there with you (minus the rat. platonic or poly or whatever you want x)

༻¨*:· summary ·:*¨༺ you have a panic attack; the marauders calm you down

༻¨*:· notes ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 cw for panic attacks 𖦹 can be read as platonic or romantic 𖦹 hurt/comfort 𖦹 gn!reader (no pronouns) 𖦹 shitty writing, again 𖦹 horrible ending 𖦹 seriously, i'm so bad at writing endings 𖦹 for @onmyknees4lily 𖦹 i did not proofread this bc i'm lazy ⎝(ˊᗜˋ)⎠

༻¨*:· word count ·:*¨༺ 𖦹 363

You were sure your shirt was suffocating you as you stretched and pulled at the neckline. Sirius was the first to notice—he was no stranger to panic attacks. Sirius Black got panicked all the time; he was just good at hiding it. You were not.

You took short, shallow breaths to try and calm down. It wasn't working.

"Hey," Sirius rushed to your side, "Hey." He repeated, softer. Then, he put his hand on your arm and lightly squeezed, a tender reminder that he was there.

Remus peered up from his book and frowned. He gently closed it and stood up.

You felt like you were watching yourself sob from afar.

"Deep breaths, okay?" Remus asked, and you realized you had been tuning him out. Your hearing was fading in and out, the sound of your heart's rapid beat growing louder and louder and louder, and—

"Y/n? Deep breaths?" Remus repeated softly.

"I can't," You choked out. 

"Here," He whispered, taking your hands in his own, "My mum taught me this trick when I was little. Close your eyes," He instructed, "Now, pretend there's a tray of fresh cookies in front of you. Smell them," You heard him inhale—you followed suit. "Now, pretend there's a birthday cake. Blow the candles out." He exhaled.

"Got it?" He asked, and you nodded.

"Okay, one more time. Smell the cookies," Inhale, "Blow out the candles," Exhale.

It worked for a couple of minutes; then you felt anger rush through your veins—you wanted to scream. You did scream.

You screamed so loud that James heard from the sitting room. He came rushing in, "Is everything okay?!" He was out of breath, presumably from running up the stairs.

You vehemently shook your head, "I'm— I'm—" And then you were hyperventilating again.

Sirius was rubbing circles into your back while Remus reminded you:

Cookies and candles.

"Water," James sputtered out, "I'll get water," And with that, he was gone again.

You were sure you were a snotty mess as James helped you drink water, and you wondered what you did to deserve such amazing people in your life.

They would always be here for you, panic attacks and all.

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[fluffthecloud]

Okay so I looked over Chase's personality real quick cause I haven't watched the show in a while, just to bring you guys Ghost-face Chase created by @sreid-1217 now these are head cannons with Spike and Chase with gender neutral reader so enjoy. Slight nsfw.

During the classes you two share Chase will be very touchy, not like PDA touchy but secretive touchy.

Chase is a very obsessive person so you know he has a few dozen photos of you thanks to Spike.

When you two are going at it and it's nice and soft you know it's Chase in control, but when it's rough you know it's spike but it's mostly always Spike during this time.

Chase/Spike is amazing at aftercare, bath, food, water, cuddles. You ask you got it.

If you were the one making Chase dumb off that dick, then he will mostly just be cuddling you after a nice wipe down and water.

Now for the Ghostface part, when it comes to the killing it's mostly done by Spike.

Spike gains control when Chase gets too mad a person either down right hitting on you or just being mean to you.

On the off day Chase is in control during the killing then it's purely out of boredom and you are busy.

If you know about Chase being Ghostface and you have yet to tell someone you would help clean Chase up with all the blood on him.

How you found out Chase was Ghostface was from him coming home late covered in blood.

At first you both freaked out because Chase thought that was the end of the relationship, and you thought Chase got hurt.

Once you both calmed down he explained that he was the infamous Ghostface, and you being out of your mind said you still loved him.

Now if you aren't as crazy as the other people and don't wanna know that Chase is Ghostface then you don't but you get suspicious why he is coming home late some nights.

At first you suspect he is cheating but you know he isn't because he can't pull anyone other than your beautiful ass which still shocks his family to this day.

If you aren't one of those people who forget about things easily than you snoop around until you find something which is a list of things Chase's is getting for your surprise party, which isn't true Chase knew you were on his trail and needed to get you off of it.

So uhm yeah this was my first time making one of these sorry if it's sloppy I just needed to get something out so you guys didn't think I abandoned this page which I would never, and I will post another part to the twins story I swear I will finish that at some point I just haven't found the energy for it yet.

[http-paprika]

Guilt; A Ghost Fanfic

Part Two; Shame

Part One; Guilt

GN!Reader x Ghost. Y/N’s is called Rat. Warnings: None, except for sad unrequited feelings. WC: 657

Summery: They knew better, they were logical enough to know their feelings were unreasonable. But with every look at Ghost, they lost all reason.

The journey was rough on Y/N’s injured body; they'd spent most of the hike propped up by Ghostz. Close enough to each other that Y/N could smell his sweat and the faint reminder of military grade deodorant that was he’d applied in the early hours of the morning before the 141 set out. They were glad once the team reached a patch of woods and Price announced a short break.

Carefully Ghost lowered them down onto a fallen log, hand wrapped around their waist until he was sure Y/N wasn’t going to tumble forward with their current lack of balance. He let out a quiet sigh, settling down next to Y/N, shaking out his shoulders with their weight no longer burdening him down.

“Ghost, do ya want me to take over with Rat?” Soap suggests, sitting a few feet from them on the cold snowy ground. “You or Gaz can take their gear and I’ll help them.”

“I can handle it, Soap.” The Lieutenant replies, pulling out his metal water bottle band pushing his balaclava up just enough to show his mouth, cracked lips with a scar trailing down to his jawline. Y/N fumbled around for their own container of water, trying not to stare as Ghost’s adam’s apple bobbed while he swallowed the liquid. It made Y/N feel queasy whenever they caught sight of it, causing shame to fill them for some unknown reason.

“I know you can, just offering you a break, ya know?” If Y/N was in Ghost’s position, dragging a person through the snow, they wouldn’t have hesitated to pass the person onto Soap. But they knew not to question Ghost, he liked to do things a certain way and for the most part, no one said anything against it.

“How’s the leg, Rat?” Captain Price asks the Sargent, providing them a quick distraction from the man sitting beside them.

“Like dead weight.” They grumble, moving the leg with their hands. It was hard to tell how much damage had happened to it with where they were. Gaz had done his best assessment and assured Y/N that it had just hit flesh and muscle, missing the bone. But that still left Y/N dragging the leg around with a limp, unable to put any weight on it without toppling over.

“Happens to the best of us.” The captain assures them. Y/N settles back on the log, trying to keep their eyes from returning to stare at Ghost, instead they stare holes into their boots until he speaks to them.

“Rat, ve’you got a lighter?” He asks, a pack of cigarettes in his gloved hands. “Mines dead.”

“Yeah, I’ve got one.” Y/N moves as quickly as they can to grab their backpack and search the contents. Feeling ashamed to speak or even look at him, aware that teammates shouldn’t feel the way Y/N suddenly does towards Ghost. “Here.”

They flick on the lighter, the small flame glinting in Ghost’s eyes as he moves to cigarette to the heat. It lights and he places it in his mouth, loosely hanging from his lips that Y/N kept finding themself staring at.

“What?” He finally asks, aware of Y/N’s glances that were growing noticeable to him.

“Nothing.” They shake their head, a red blush beginning to protrude that Y/N hoped could be shrugged off as a result of the cold. They prayed Ghost hadn’t noticed them staring at his pale lashes and eyes or how their mouth seemed to dry up whenever they looked at Ghost’s.

“Nothing.” Ghost nods, while Y/N physically turns their body away from him. Shame flooded their organs, bloating their stomach and leaving their face burning hot, they knew better than to feel something towards Ghost. He was their teammate, they worked together, it was inappropriate. And worst of all, Y/N knew Ghost would never feel the same.

A/N: Justice for Rat and their crush on Ghost. I can’t blame em, neither can you.

[lovesickeros]

im back for my monthly delusion and its alice this time BECAUSE WHY DOES NO ONE ELSE TALK ABOUT HER. OR RHINEDOTTIR. extremely powerful witches who are probably on equal power level to an archon just vibing and committing war crimes.

[yuurivoicefanfics]

Charlie x gender neutral reader ‼️ "What was in that letter?"

It was a sunny day, a saturday, your boyfriend's day off. And you were hanging out with him at your house after eating pancakes with him for breakfast.

"Cas, I was wonderin'... What did you write in that letter you forgot to send?" The question took you off guard, making your eyes widen.

"Fuck if I remember... Actually, I think I have some drafts somewhere." This made him smile at the thought of your first attempt at a confession.

You got up from the bed and turned to your closet, making your way to it, looking for your old "Poems & Secrets" notebook.

"Aha! Here it is!" You took the notebook out and sat back down on the bed.

"Aw a poem book, Cas?"

"Shut up- Here it is... 'Dear Charlie...' oh gods this is cheesy!"

"Show me!" He tried taking the notebook from your hands only for you to turn around.

You sighed and continued reading. "Your blond hair and blue eyes make my stomach fill with butterflies. Your laugh and your voice make me giggle late at night when I can't sleep."

"Aww Cas!"

"Shhhh!" You started blushing a little. "I love skating with you and I love patching you up after you fall and scrape your knees. I know you think I find it a bother but I really don't, I think it's cute."

"Oh? I didn't know you found it cute..." He blushed and looked to his knees as you said this.

"But most of all, I love you. Please be my boyfriend."

"Casper, gosh you really liked me huh?"

"I still do dumbass, I love you."

"I love you, Cas."

[gunksh1t]

So this is how it felt to finally be useful. It ached all over, it just got worse and worse but you were grateful, you were happy. You...you wanted this. Your God said you did. He was never wrong. Your blood drummed loudly yet his words were loud and clear as he smiled that same loyal, loving smile which you happily returned. Until his fist met your nose with that same and familiar crack

“What was that doll?”

you silently shook under his gaze, the pouring blood pooling into your waiting palms, droplets squeezing between your fingers. The pitter patter the only sound along with his pants. You had the honour of having him waste his energy on you since you couldn’t do anything correctly. That’s right. You were just his doll, God’s plaything, Your God’s punching bag. Of course you didn’t deserve to express anything, not even how thankful you are that God was fixing you - especially not in his presence. After all, it was a blessing in itself that he allowed you to breathe around him. Your knees throbbed from the drop of your body but his satisfied hum was enough to drown out all pain. All the air was forced out of your body, his heel digging into your chest, your ribs almost audibly groaning under the force. There was no escape, of course not that you wanted to. Why would you ever leave your perfect God when he was going through the effort of correcting your mistakes? It showed how much he cared, how much he loved, how much he wanted you. That’s why you could bear through it all. For his love, for the love of God. That’s why you would always stay, even as you watched his retreating back through tears and a wide grin, tasting the blood on your teeth. You would forever stay for him. Your very own Lord and Saviour.

[sewinrat]

Hi! Could you write a Sebastian x Luther cat reader? Most likely they would be bottom of the catmen but still above seb in house order

No problem. Sorry I'm late and this was rushed a bit.

*Reader is gn.

Your cat ear twitch when you hear that a new addition to the family will be introduced soon at Randal's birthday. That means you won't be the bottom of the pets anymore! Hooray for you! Maybe not so much for the new pet.

And the birthday couldn't come sooner, because it's finally the day the new pet arrives. Luther brought out a coffin shaped present to Randal and it's the new pet! And a human one too. Your pupils dilated once you saw him. Unlike the other two cats, you show a cat-like smile towards Sebastian. Sebastian de tomato smith chicken legs, what an interesting name but this is Randal we're talking about. You saw Nyen and the jester/clown drooling and you know what they are thinking about. So you gently hit them both gently on the arm and glare at him. Nyen glared back at you but doesn't do anything. After the whole birthday party shenanigans, Sebastian and Randal went back to Randal's room. You still want to try and have a conversation with the human but unfortunately you have to hold if off for tomorrow.

When the next day came, you saw Sebastian hiding from Randal in a closet. You approached his hiding spot and open it which startled Sebastian so much. Your ears are pretty relaxed and your eyes are once again dilated. With a grin, you entered the closet and sit beside Sebastian. Sebastian doesn't really wants to stay in the closet anymore but stayed anyway. You purr as you lean on his form and Sebastian tensed before he eventually relaxed seeing that you were not threatening him or hurting him. It was all calm until Randal ruin the moment.

Randal whined to you that you should've told him earlier where Sebastian was but you don't really care that much. Then Luther brought you all to the kitchen to cook dinner for Sebastian. The whole time you were holding Sebastian's hand which he made no effort to remove himself from you. Unfortunately the dinner failed and now you all had to go Smile Diner. Yayy... I guess. You sat beside Sebastian, still holding his hand but unfortunately you had to let go for you to avoid getting restrained and forced feed. With your cat ears down, you tried your best trying to help Sebastian but can't do much unless you want to end up like him.

In the end, once you all go home after that you checked up on him to see if he's okay. You grab his face and look all over for any injuries and once you're done, you hug him and let out soft purrs in worry. Sebastian pat your back awkwardly while returning the hug. He guessed it's not so bad if you were with him.

[lotus-acid-trip]

MASTERLIST

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incest or stepcest r-ape or SA piss and/or scat kink hardcore kink lifestyles familial yandere aging up characters oc x character

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