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crystalcow · 3 years ago

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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4

Masterlist // child reader ML //

Sapnap x reader !p !child reader

Pronouns used: none specified!

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos

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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??

Quackity was telling you all of his plans

He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap

It sounded great

He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building

But then he left

Just like everyone else

But that was fine! You were just with sapnap

Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library

He had a library?

“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”

You looked at him weirdly

Who the fuck was [redacted]

“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”

He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books

“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”

You had found his time travel books

Woops

That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands

“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”

You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough

So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut

But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better

So you stuck around

Maybe you needed this, this new start

Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long

Karl started forgetting

At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names

But eventually he was going away longer and longer

He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you

One day he didn’t call you by your name at all

You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George

Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug

It’s been two months since you’ve seen him

You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure

He loved it

But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him

Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”

But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug

“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”

You were ready to cry

“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”

So you left and ran into the library

Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them

The same 8 books you shrugged away

You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals

You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy

The more you read the worse it got

What were you gonna tell Sapnap?

Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?

And why couldn’t he stop

It’s no use anymore

You were simply just forgotten

𝐋��𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬

The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got

Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass

But somehow you always end up here

You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep

The inside looked great to say the least

“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”

“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”

“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”

You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks

“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”

You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down

It was like a ticking time bomb

The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge

He just stared at you

That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room

So you had to look into his face

Lets just say he looks good in Orange

“Barrier up or down?” “Down”

He backed up into the corner as you stepped in

Smiling

Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown

“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?

“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”

He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips

“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”

Yeah he just laughed

“I’ve missed you Hot shot”

“You ruined our damn life!”

Someone went quiet

“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”

You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.

Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur

“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “

You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava

“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”

You might have felt a little bad after leaving him

The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there

“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”

What were you doing here

What were you planning on saying?

“So, what do you do in prison”

“I have a clock.”

You got up to go look at the pretty clock

Then threw it at his face

“Ow” “deal with it bitch”

The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got

so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye

“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”

He wanted his best friends

But he just got the annoying teenager

Oh but that wouldn’t be the last

𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬

You got a letter in the mail one day

Who the hell uses letters??

You were shocked to see the address and the small post card

“Come around some time”-Quackity

Ans on the back it had the cords

Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl

and well Karl didn’t even know you

So you set off

It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area

The large sign blaring in the red text

You gotta admit the place looked beautiful

There was a giant dick and different shops

You were shocked to see this random un human like guy

“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”

Yeah totally not slime

“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing

“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”

Maybe when you had hand sanitizer

“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”

You were skeptical but followed anyways

Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy

“Furry?” “Fire shit?”

You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur

“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”

You were confused then just let him be

You walked to the entry way of the place

A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch

“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”

Going to?

You shrugged it off following inside

You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him

Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment

So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug

You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance

That beanie stayed the same tho

Thank god

“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”

The casino looked great to say the least

Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side

Slot machines were going off every minute

“Have a chip, something to remember this by”

He handed you a red poker chip

It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile

Creepy and dopey.. sick!

So you put it around a spare silver chain

“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”

You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop

“No” “why not” “keep walking”

On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing

“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”

You and revivebur just stared at one another

“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“

You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur

Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head

You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago

Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders

“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”

“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”

You back away holding your hands up

“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”

You obviously muttered the last part

Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??

When did Tommy even die??

Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder

𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could

So he brought you over to his office

“So kid, how’s your dad..”

Ah you expected this question

“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”

He looked at you with wide eyes

“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”

You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation

“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”

You thought about it for a second

You have two options

1. Live in shroom town with bubbles

2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity

You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind

I mean would he even care?

He hasn’t for the past couple months!

“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”

You thought about it for a sec

“Alright hand me a contract”

So you signed

Making deals with the devil huh

Little did you know it would cost you your life

Devils little soul

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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!

As always request and ask anything! And ask if you want to be on a taglist (child reader or general)

For those on the taglist I don’t know if you wanted to be tagged for all child reader shit or just dreams child.. so please tell me :)

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foilfreak · 4 years ago

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4 Lords Raise Rose AU Ideas

Not a single person asked for this, but that other post where I talk about the 4 lords adopting Rose but still technically being terrible people got way more popular than I expected it to, so, with about 6 shots of tequila in my system and a terrible urge to spit my thoughts out for all the internet to see and judge, I’ve decided to make a follow up post. Here’s how I think the 4 lords would take care of Rose in the event they rebelled against Mother Miranda and decided to raise Rose as their own instead, but like under the cut after a little bit cuz i accidentally went way too fucking hard with this and I don’t want ppl to get mad at me for making them scroll for an hour to get past this post:

First and foremost, I think they’d do it in stages, and what I mean by this is that Rose would essentially be given to a specific Lord for some period of her life, like a couple years, and then when she was deemed old or strong or annoying enough, she’d be moved to a different lord for some period of time and so on and so forth. They would do this because a) they all live in different areas and have shit to do so it’s easier to have Rose live with one lord at a time and then the other lords can just go visit her there from time to time, rather than try to work out a weekly custody schedule which we all know Alcina and Karl would NEVER be able to agree on so let’s not even bother, and b) because each lord would have either some skill or set of knowledge that would make them the best for caring for Rose at that specific point in her life. This way, all the lords have a (somewhat) equal chance to be a part of Rose’s life and teach her something while she’s with them. So with all that in mind now, let’s get down to who would have Rose and at what point in her life.

1. Starting off with infant Rose, I think she’d end up with the Dimitrescu’s for the first few years of her life, and the reason why I think this is because... well, Alcina IS already a mother to 3 girls, and while we don’t know a terrible amount about Bela, Cassandra, and Daniela’s “upbringing” under Alcina, we can gleam and theorize from her notes that, despite their fully grown bodies, the girls could very well have started out with the mental and physical capabilities of infants, and thus needed to be cared for and brought up in a similar manner as infants or children until they reached a certain point where they could officially be considered adults in mentality and ability, not just in physical appearance. So with this in mind, it’s entirely possible that Alcina could have at least some vague idea of how to care for an infant child through her experiences with the bug sisters; perhaps there’s some gaps in her knowledge, but if nothing else I imagine Alcina would be an infant Rose’s best shot at surviving infancy if only because the other 3 are so incompetent on how to care for a baby that Alcina looks like an expert in comparison. Not to mention that, of the possible locations for an infant to be raised, I do genuinely think that castle Dimitrescu would be the safest place for Rose to be kept during this vulnerable part of her life. Not only that but if Alcina has actually come to care for Rose as though she were one of her own daughters, then she would absolutely spoil Rose rotten with all the nicest clothes and fanciest toys, things that a small infant wouldnt be able to appreciate but would show that she’s loved and cared for nonetheless, and don’t even get me started on the bug sisters, I could see them fawning over Rose for hours on end, playing with her, singing to her, telling her stories of all the man-things they’ve gotten to play with today, and so much more. Overall, Rose would just be the most spoiled and pampered little baby with the Dimitrescus and there’s no changing my mind about this. The only thing I’m struggling to wrap my head around is how they’d feed her, since I doubt a small infant would take very well to blood wine and human flesh. I suppose it wouldn’t be terribly outrageous for them to hire a wet nurse/nanny to care for Rose during the day while the other Dimitrescus go about their daily duties, and when Rose is finally old enough to be introduced to solid food (I.e. fried human flesh cubes) they could do what they always do and turn the nurse into wine too, I guess. It’s not a solid idea but it’s more plausible than anything else I thought of so it’ll work!

2. After spending about 3 years with the Dimitrescus, Rose would then be moved to the Beneviento house. Now, If u don’t know anything about 3 year olds, then you’re probably ignorant to the fact that they are some of the craftiest, sneakiest, and most coniving groups of people to exist on this planet. 3 year olds are masters at getting into and touching just about anything and everything u don’t want them to touch, and worst of all, u won’t realize what they’re doing until they’ve already done it and left a huge mess behind, so while the Dimitrescus love and adore Rose dearly, they know it’s sadly time to hand her over when they find her sitting on top of a pile of dead bodies playing with a metal scythe in the dungeons. Once Rose is dropped off at the Beneviento house, I imagine Donna is her usual stoic self the first few weeks Rose is with her. She’s not cold or distant necessarily, in fact she’s quite happy that it’s finally her turn with precious baby Rose, but Donna isn’t exactly known for being outwardly expressive herself (and even Angie isn’t being quite as forward as she normally is), so things are quiet and peaceful for the first little while that Rose is under her care. It’s not until Rose takes an interest in her doll Angie, and more importantly the things that Donna can do with Angie, that things really start getting fun. By the end of Rose’s first month in the Beneviento house she and Donna are the best of friends and often spend their days either playing dress up and make pretend with Donna’s extensive doll collection, or playing elaborate games of cat and mouse, where Donna will set up lots of puzzles throughout the house for Rose to find and solve (I.e. rose has to match her dress to the doll with the same one as her to find a map telling her which kitchen cabinet Donna hid the chocolate in, or something like that), but be careful little Rose, Angie has been trying to get her hands on that chocolate all day, and if u take too long, she’ll find the map first and eat all the chocolate without saving you a single piece. Just silly little puzzles with enough at stake to engage the mind of a curious 3 year old, but never enough to put rose in any actual danger. Donna is nothing if not a watchful caretaker, so she makes sure she has sight of Rose at all times, occasionally giving her a hint if she’s struggling, and perhaps occasionally making things harder if that day’s puzzle is proving too easy for her. Overall, Rose’s time with Donna, while not as grand and luxurious as the Dimitrescus, was still a fun and enriching experience for the young girl, and there’s nobody in this world who thinks that Donna’s scar is cool more than Rose.

3. After another 3 years with Donna, Rose is now 6 years old and officially far too good at puzzle solving for Donna to keep up with. No matter what she tries or how hard she makes it, Rose just keeps blazing through the puzzles at an almost alarming rate, making it clear that Rose is desperately in need of not only a change in scenery, but also a change in education, and this is where Salvatore finally comes in. After leaving the Beneviento house, I think the next logical place for Rose to stay would be with Salvatore, who, with lore hinting at him perhaps being a scholarly man of some kind, would basically act as her elementary school teacher throughout the duration of her stay. Now, to be fair, Rose could have gone to Heisenburg’s factory, but Heisenberg outright refused to take her and the other 3 lords decide that the factory is simply too dangerous for Rose rn, who thus far hasn’t shown any signs of being anything other than a normal human girl with no noticeable abilities (save for a smart mouth and a terrifying habit of popping up when least expected, a habit she mostly uses to mess with Heisenberg, much to his disdain and Lady Dimitrescu’s delight), so it is to the mutant fish man’s unimaginable delight that he is unanimously voted Roses next caretaker, and the one responsible for her basic education. Despite his initial excitement however, when Rose is finally dropped off at the windmills by Donna, Salvatore realizes that he’s not 100% sure what to do with Rose now that he has her. He’d like to get started on her education right away but at the same time he’s so fearful of Rose hating him because of his disgusting appearance that he kind of just... avoids her entirely at first. He’s never far away from the little girl and is always ready to jump to her rescue should she need it, but other than that Salvatore seldom allows himself to be seen for the first month that Rose is with him, the only sign of him still being around being the platefuls of food that mysteriously appear in Rose’s room 3 times a day, as well as the occasional shiny trinket Salvatore found and thought Rose would like. At first, rose doesn’t seem to mind being left entirely to her own devices, but after every stone, log, and rotting fish corpse within 5 miles of the lake has been turned over and thoroughly examined, Rose decides she’s had quite enough of her Uncle Sal ignoring her, prompting the headstrong little girl to go looking for him herself. She finds Salvatore hiding underneath a patch of floating algae not far away from where she was playing and all but demands that the mutant man come out of the water and give her something to do or she’d tell Mother on him. Salvatore, shocked by the small child’s fearlessly blunt request, hesitates, not wanting to frighten Rose, but ultimately relents, crawling out of the water and timidly suggesting that he teach her how to read and write. Rose quickly agrees, seeming totally unbothered by Salvatore’s grotesque appearance, and the two quickly move to the schoolroom that had been set up specifically for Rose, where Salvatore spends hours upon hours a day teaching Rose everything he knows, filling the little girl’s head up first with the basics, letters and words, then numbers and simple equations, followed later by historical dates and time periods, algebraic formulas, and classic literature analysis, then biology, chemistry, physics, astrology, calculus, ecology, and so much more. Basically, anything there is to know, Salvatore knows at least something about it and he’ll make sure that Rose knows about it too. In the 3 years Rose spends with Salvatore she goes from already sharp as a whip, to being smarter than most adults even, and Salvatore takes immense pride in how intelligent and knowledgable Rose becomes thanks to his surprisingly effective teaching style. Overall, as a caretaker, Salvatore is pretty weird and doubts himself a lot, but Rose thinks he’s funny and loves learning from him so they get along very well and she loves him very dearly! He probs teaches her to swim and fish too.

4. So another 3 years come and go with incredible speed, and its with great sadness on Salvatore’s part that Heisenberg finally comes banging on the fish man’s door, all but demanding that he now be given his turn with Rose. Now, personally, I can see several different arguments being raised by the other 3 lords over why its a terrible idea to let a 9 year old anywhere near Heisenberg, much less be given into his care fully. After about 9 years of seeing his siblings paling around with the constantly growing child, and looking like theyre having the time of their lives all the while, however, Karl decides that perhaps there’s more to this little girl than he originally thought, and, with his interest now piqued (or at the very least looking forward to pissing the other 3 off for entertainment purposes), that its only fair that he be given a turn with her now too, seeing as how he’s the only one who hasn’t been given the chance to be her caretaker yet. This naturally does NOT go over well with the other 3 lords. Alcina all but threatens to kill Karl should he step so much as within 10 ft of Rose, while Donna pipes up and demands to know what his sudden interest in Rose is. Even Salvatore, who is quick to flinch away from direct conflict, goes as far as to harshly point out the plethora of times Karl had outright denied their previous attempts to get him to engage with Rose, so why on earth would they hand her over to him now when he’s previously shown to have absolutely no interest in her? After a long spout of yelling between the 4 siblings, an agreement is reached, wherein Rose herself will be given the chance to decide whether she wants to go with Heisenberg, or whether she’ll return to one of the other 3 lords for the time being. It is to Alcina, Donna, and Salvatore’s absolute horror however, that Rose enthusiastically agrees to go with her Uncle Karl to live in his factory, and with the deal already set, the other lords can do nothing to stop her from going. The trip to drop off Rose at heisenberg’s factory is a long and arduous one, especially for Salvatore, who sobs the whole way there about Rose forgetting about him despite the young girl’s insistence that she’d visit. The first thing Karl does after officially having Rose handed over to him, is give her an extensive list of all the places in the factory in which she is under no circumstances permitted to enter without his permission (which basically only leaves the control room and the old storage closet that acts as her bedroom as viable places for Rose to go and explore). The second thing Karl does is dump her in her new storage closet bedroom and then hightail it for his workshop to work on whatever sick and twisted amalgamation he’s got cooked up this time around. At first, Rose isn’t terribly bothered by this, since she’s used to having something of an “adjustment period” when she’s with a new caretaker, but unfortunately for her, this adjustment period lasts a hell of a lot longer than the others did, and by the time 3 months of almost no meaningful contact with Karl, Rose decides to take matters into her own hands and ascends into the depths of the factory despite the express orders not to do so. Now, going back to the idea that the 4 lords are still pretty terrible people, I doubt Rose has been kept ignorant to the less savory aspects of her caretaker’s lives, and tbh she probably doesn’t think anything of the fact that the Dimitrescus makes wine out of the blood of virgin women or that Salvatore still does cadou experiments (and had her help on occasion), but I imagine even Rose would find the projects Karl works on to be at least a little

4, cont. gruesome and horrifying in nature, especially since Heisenberg is the one she knows the least about. However, instead of turning Rose away from Heisenberg, these terrifying metal creatures she sees locked up only spark her already insatiable curiosity, and by the time she finally tracks Karl down, Rose is all but trembling to learn more about this horrifyingly fascinating metal world. Unfortunately, Karl is not nearly as happy to see Rose as Rose is to see him, and the engineer all but grabs Rose by the scruff of her neck and drags her back up to the control room, yelling and screaming at her all the while about how she was explicitly instructed not to enter these parts of the factory without his permission. Needless to say that Rose does not enjoy this treatment and immediately lashes out, half out of anger and half out of confusion as to why Karl was treating her like this. He was the one who wanted her here in the first place, so why the hell was he just ignoring her now? It didn’t make any sense and it was starting to piss Rose off, so naturally the only thing left for her to do in order to solve this complicated situation would be to continue to disobey Karl until he either gave up and sent her back to one of the other lords, or finally payed some damn attention to her for once. So that’s exactly what she did. Every single day Rose left her room (which Karl kept telling himself he needed to put a lock on, but never did cuz he’s an idiot) and descended down into the depths of the factory looking for something ogle at or tinker with, and every single day Karl would track her down wherever she’d managed to get to and throw her back upstairs threatening to feed her to the lycans if she did it again. This incredibly frustrating cycle continued on for the better part of the next month or so, finally coming to a head when Rose managed to wander into the part of the factory where the... less than successful experiments got put whenever Karl doesn’t have any further use for them but is feeling too lazy to kill them off himself. Long story short, Rose runs into a Sturm that chases her around the factory, causing all manner of mayhem and destruction, and would have torn her to ribbons had it not been for Karl, who jumped in at the last second and was able to fend the damn thing off long enough for Rose to get the ever living fuck out and back up to the control room where it’s safe. There’s a lot of loud noises and explosions coming from deep within the factory that last for what feels like an eternity, but Rose doesn’t dare venture out again until everything has gone eerily quiet and a deep sense of worry has settled in the pit of her stomach over what had become of her latest caretaker. Turns out the Sturm had recognized its creator and, after watching its initial prey escape because of said creator, quickly decided that it fucking hated Karl with every fiber of its being and wanted him dead if it was the last thing it’s propellers did. Now, we all know that Karl is a big strong boy who’s more than capable of handling his own creations and taking down strong enemies, but the Sturm is a creation that even he struggles to control on good days and today is decidedly not a good day so not only does Karl not have the slightest bit of control over the death machine trying to kill him, but its also a lot stronger than Karl initially thought and apparently not picky about the method which causes Karl’s death, which is evidenced by the nearly dead Sturm ramming itself into a power generator as a final act of defiance and nearly blowing up the whole factory and everybody inside. Heisenberg is able to contain the explosion somehow but not without considerable damage to himself first. Rose is, naturally, quite horrified to find Karl passed out in the elevator that had taken him up from the lower levels of the factory where the explosion was, skin burnt nearly to a crisp in certain areas and blood pooling from just about every part of him, and immediately heads over to try and help her injured caretaker.

4, cont. again cuz I physically can’t stop myself. Now, I imagine that any normal 9 year old probably wouldnt be able to handle this sort of situation in any meaningful way, but i think we can all agree that Rose is the furthest thing from normal (especially considering who raised her) and has probably seen enough blood and gore to not be terribly freaked out by it, but this is where things get a little speculative because we don’t know what Rose’s powers are exactly but we do know from the final cutscene that she does have them, perhaps even a plethora of abilities, and I like to think that some of those powers are related to Ethan’s superhuman healing capabilities, but unlike Ethan however, who from what we’ve seen could only heal himself, Rose can actually heal other people (tho this isn’t something she’s aware of at this point in time). The second the elevator door opens to reveal, what looks to be, a half-dead Karl slumped over in the corner, Rose panics and runs to him, doing everything she can think of save for maybe grabbing him by the collar or slapping him across the face, to try and get Karl to wake up, except nothing works, he wont wake up no matter how hard Rose tries and i imagine this must be incredibly distressing for Rose who never intended for something like this to happen or for her caretaker to die because he had to protect her even tho he told her not to go down there because its dangerous and anything down there WOULD kill her if given the opportunity. Anyways Rose is now full on sobbing on top of Karl like only a 9 year old who just discovered that her actions have consequences can, but unbeknownst to her (and technically Karl cuz he’s a little busy bleeding out all over the floor) Karl’s wounds are slowly beginning to close, the burns on his face and hands shift from a bright red to a dark brown before crusting over and flaking off, and even his breathing, which had been labored and inconsistent at first, began to level out slightly. Karl woke up not long after that and was surprised to find that a) he was still alive, which was cool, b) he was injured but not in indescribable pain, also cool, and c) there was a literal sobbing child all but sitting on top of him, which is definitely not something Karl was expecting but he supposed he’s been met with worse things upon waking up after almost dying so why question it. After taking a moment to gather their bearings, the two return to the safer parts of the factory to rest and recover and for the most part this little incident of their’s goes largely unspoken, with Rose not exactly in the mood to talk about how her disobedience nearly got herself and Karl killed, and Karl being too fucking tired to go after her about it, especially since she seems to have learned her lesson. The only downside to this whole thing is that now Karl has a busted up fuckin leg thats gonna take an eternity to heal even for him, and with so much work to still do he’s more or less forced to drag Rose around the factory and use her like the annoying assistant he never wanted (except he did want her, thats how this whole fucking mess started, you lug), except that Rose, who is more than used to playing lab assistant from her time with Salvatore, quickly proves to be a rather capable and handy person to have around, if only because she knows the difference between a philips and a flathead screwdriver even better than he does. An amicable, if still slightly awkward peace settles over Heisenberg’s factory once Karl starts actively engaging with Rose and giving her something to do on a daily basis, even if its just standing around watching him work and occasionally having her questions about what he’s doing answered. It doesn’t take very long after that for Karl to begin realizing that perhaps throwing a huge tantrum to get Rose to come here only to ditch her upstairs by herself for 3 months might not have been the smartest (or most considerate) thing he’s ever done, and even goes as far as to (kinda) apologize to Rose for being such a dick to her since she arrived.

4, last one i swear. Rose forgives him, though not before adding that she already knew he was an asshole from Alcina, which earns her a halfhearted swipe from Karl that Rose easily dodges with a childish giggle. From that point on their relationship improves astronomically as Karl finally gives in and teaches Rose about about engineering and everything else that goes into making the metal horrors that he’s known for. Karl is shocked at how quickly Rose picks up on the trade, getting to the point where Karl wonders if he should start giving Rose her own projects to work on, but quickly rolls his eyes and groans when he remember that Salvatore was the one responsible for her education up until this point, the mere thought of having to give compliments to that “moronic freak” for giving Rose such a good educational foundation makes him want to vomit despite how secretly impressed he is. Overall, Rose’s time with Heisenberg starts out shaky, very shaky even, but after a bit of disaster and some swallowing of the pride on Karl’s part, they end up growing quite close and have a nice fun Uncle and martass Neice dynamic. They make a good team and Karl does genuinely enjoy having a little assistant around to help him with his projects, even if Rose can sound a bit too much like Alcina on some days for his liking.

5. 3 more years come and go and now Rose is a strong and healthy 12 years old, perhaps riddled with a few more scars and smearings of ash and motor oil across her skin than when she first arrived but still strong and capable nonetheless. Going back to that first statement however, this of course means that it’s time for the other 3 lords to come banging on Karl’s door for a change, all but demanding that Rose be handed back over to them. Karl of course refuses, telling them all to fuck off and that Rose didn’t want a leave the factory, so upon realization that all 4 lords were gathered here with the intention of taking Rose back to live with them indefinitely, a fight immediately breaks out between the 4 siblings, as each one makes their case as to why Rose should be returned to them and not the other 3, which of course none of the 4 lords can come to an agreement about because they ALL want Rose to stay with them. So after another long and pointlessly arduous argument, Alcina finally breaks, proclaiming that they’d be here for all eternity of they didn’t make a decision now, and that, like the first time the 4 siblings argued over whether Rose should go with Heisenberg or return to one of the previous lords, Rose would be the one to decide which of her four caretakers she would return to. The agreement is made reluctantly, mostly on the part of Salvatore, Donna, and Heisenberg, but there was seemingly no other way for them to come to a decision, so it would unfortunately have to be up to Rose to decide which of her 4 caretakers she wants to stay with permanently. Rose is quickly brought before the 4 lords and explained the situation, before being given some time to herself to think and make her final decision. A tense and uneasy silence falls over the 4 lords as they wait for the little girl, who they had shown an uncharacteristic amount of mercy and time and devotion and love in the 12 years since Mother Miranda had brought her to the village with the intention of using her to revive an already lost and long-gone baby that she never would have gotten back no matter how hard she tried. Although they refused to admit it to one another, the lords all secretly knew that Rose had wormed her way into each of their cold, dead hearts, reviving an aspect of their humanity that they’d all thought had been lost ages ago. Rose came to the village bringing with her a wave of death and destruction, and yet throughout her childhood she has brought them nothing but light and life, illuminating their previously dark and desolate existences. The 4 lords loved their Rose very dearly and desperately wanted her to be happy, yet each of them possesses a dark and selfish desire to have Rose pick them over the other 3, to come and live with them forever and fill the hole deep inside them that they never knew needed filling. After a short while, Rose comes back out and stands before her 4 beloved caretakers, looking around nervously as she picks at her fingernails. The silence is thick and heavy as the 4 lords stare at the young girl, waiting with bated breaths for her to give her final verdict. Rose continues to say nothing as tears begin to flow from her eyes, sliding down her cheeks in thick streams as the girl begins to sob, dropping her head and clenching her dress. The 4 lords look between one another in confusion, unsure of what to do with this sudden burst of tears. Rose tearfully admits that she can’t and doesn’t want to choose which of the 4 lords she wants to live with permanently because she loves them all very much and wants to be able to see and live with all of them, like they’ve done thus far. Although the lords detest the idea of having to share Rose with anyone, they reluctantly come to an agreement for the girl’s sake, deciding that they would continue with the arrangement they’ve had thus far, only that Rose would switch between caretakers every 3 months instead of every 3 years, giving rose plenty of opportunities to see each of her caretakers just like she wanted. From then on, Rose continues to live her life

5, cont. growing up and learning more and more from each of her beloved caretakers. Although Rose would likely never know what a normal life looks like, living with 4 criminally insane monsters in the remote mountain village in Romania, it would be impossible to say that she wouldn’t have a happy life despite that. Perhaps its because the girl simply doesn’t know any better, so she doesn’t have the ability to see just how messed up her life and her 4 caretakers really are, but i imagine that Rose probably wouldn’t care very much to learn even if she had the opportunity. She’s a happy little girl living a strange but enjoyable life with the only family she’ll ever need. What more could she possibly ask for?

6. As for how Mother Miranda would play into this whole scenario I’ve just drunkenly spat out, im honestly not 100% sure. Ive seen some people suggesting that MM just kinda chills and lets the lords do what they want with Rose, but tbh I honestly don’t see that happening in this universe. MM would still have been just as crazy and driven to get Eva back as she was in canon, so i doubt she’d willingly standby and let her “false children” take away her one shot of getting her real child back simply because they didn’t want to hurt her, i just don’t personally see that happening. The two most likely scenarios i can come up with is that the Lords either banded together and look Miranda on together, their combined forces being enough to take her down and kill her, OR, Ethan is the one to take down MM like he did in canon but he passes out before he can get to rose, giving the lords (who he hadn’t ended up killing but just escaping from i guess) the opportunity to slide in, grab rose, and hightail it out of there, leaving Ethan’s body to be retrieved by Chris, who, due to not seeing or hearing Rose anywhere, believes that Rose must have been accidentally killed along with MM, which he later tells to Ethan and Mia. Regardless of how MM gets taken out of the picture (or if she’s given room to potentially come back later), the 4 lords retreat with Rose and begin the whole cycle I explained up above, but i did want to briefly address how I saw MM fitting into all of this since she is a vital part of the original story and the biggest obstacle to the lords having anything to do with Rose.

Anyways, that was so much longer than I intended it to be but I had so much fun with it just because it gave me the opportunity to spit some fun ideas and potential plot points out about this cool AU that I like and hope someone does SOMETHING with, please god someone do it, I’d do it myself but i have enough projects at the moment unfortunately. If you managed to make it all the way to the bottom, thank you for reading all of that, I appreciate it, and I hope you enjoyed at least some parts of this, and maybe even agree with some of the things I said. Feel free to leave your own ideas in the comments, I’d love to read them and hopefully if enough people like this maybe i will actually do something with it. Who knows? I certainly dont. Anyways thank you for reading all this, i hope you have a great day, and maybe ill see you around in another post. Bye!!! <3

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thetruecthulhu9 · 3 years ago

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Oooh! And you def need to elaborate on I can shape shift. Why wouldn’t I??

I hate this one, dont like it at all, could be because i wrote the dogs share at 1am.

“Look,” frank ground out, “ i can shapeshift, so tell me, pontifex grace, why exactly shouldn’t i?” Frank had been quite happy, until five minuets ago, sitting around hazle’s shoulders in the form of a tonkineese cat. It was quite comfortable up there when he took such a small form and his girlfriend’s hair was delightful shelter from the elements, especially when it was just the light rain they were passing through. A delightful relaxing time that had just been completely and utterly demolished by what could barely qualify as a new recruit.

The sad thing was it wasn’t even a kid, frank and hazel had already started flushing out the younger recruits, so he didnt have age to excuse his ignorance when he walked up to hazel without realising they were a pair. The fool tried to intimidate his girlfriend and co-leader into giving him status, taking him off probatio without a single score of allegiance. Hazel was completely at ease with the scene though, so although still glaring, frank sat in place to offer support. That was until he tried to grab her, which is how he got here.

“Because you’re using it to start fights frank! You cant-“

“Preator”

“What?”

“Its preator zhang to you pontifex, if this is how you are going to react to a legionnaire attempting to assault their preator.” Frank responded, features stone cold.

Jason took a breath looking skywards before turning to hazel for help, only to see her sat on the back of said legionnaire, who was acting as her bench, with one hand sat loosely on the pommel of her gladius, its tip resting on her victim’s hand, on the edge of breaking skin. She raised a brow and snorted, before speaking over the unasked question, “really grace, i have to wonder how Reyna was treated while you stood by and watched. Id wonder if young men were even taught how to treat a lady these days if it weren’t for frank and percy.” The mocking admonishment was abundantly clear to the son of Jupiter even through his cousin’s ceramic smile, so he turned back to frank.

‘If you had been in your human form they wouldnt even try in the first place. If you were just normal you could protect her like you want to”

“I do adore the implication that i cant be comfortable in any body other than one you can see yourself in. And the assumption that this is how you can talk to your superiors! It’s hilarious grace! You are a joke. And why would preator levesque need my protection in the first place? She is fully capable of protecting herself. Or do you not believe that is true grace?” As if to punctuate his statement, the legionnaire attempted to buck his captor, aiming for an easy escape. In response hazel pressed down on her pommel with enough force to drive the blade clean through the man’s hand and into the concrete below, tutting the whole way.

“The reality is, pontifex, this should have never happened, and the fact that you allowed it to flourish under your command to the point that it is not even considered noteworthy enough to report to the senate is disturbing.”

“That’s not fair frank-“

“Preator zhang”

“-preator zhang. I was paired with Reyna for a portion of my time”

“And you think she would condone any of the behaviour shown today? No. Now you, pontifex, will leave to attend to your duties while we deal with a case of insubordination, then i will enter whatever form suits my whims and will be on my way. Off you trot now.” Frank finished, waving the blond off easily.

It was silent for a moment, the only noice the whimpering of an idiot who thought he had power, before hazel broke it, “you know that was hot right?”

Frank blushed and broke out in a grin, “thanks haze, i was just embracing my inner annabeth really”

“Huh, i guess that makes me percy then”

“Getting shit sorted and looking pretty doing it? you definitely fit the bill” frank flirted, before folding into a tiny capybara. Hazel threw her head back and cackled, before picking up the small mammal and hugging it to her chest and walking away.

#pjo #pjo hoo toa #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jason grace #Cthulhu writes #Ask game

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hollandsmushroom · 4 years ago

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DON'T YOU SEE

JJ x Plus size reader

No fuxking clue how many words this is but here you go, my first fic in ages! I hope y'all enjoy.

Fluffy soft JJ is the whole plot really.

You laid on the HMS Pogue, an oversized shirt covering your body as everyone else swam around the boat. Your hands were pressed into the soft flesh of your abdomen, you felt the bit where your stomach stuck out where your bikini pressed too much into your chub. Your friends looked to be having an amazing time, and you wishes so much to join them, but there was a deepest fear of rejection and mockery for your body. The rest of the pogues had already seen you in a swim suit before but today felt different, when you woke up and looked in the mirror, it felt wrong, you felt bigger, misshapen, unattractive, simply, you felt wrong. JJ watched you from the water, his eyes scanning your still figure, admiring how your shirt feel across your breasts, tucking into your back roll, slipping down off your belly and ending at your thick thighs. God, your thighs, part of him wanted to bite the soft flesh of your inner thighs as you wrapped your legs around this head. He shook his head, trying to get the thought out of his head because he could feel himself growing hard.

"Y/n, you joining us?" JJ called, trying to distract from his smutty thoughts.

"Nah, not today, sorry JJ," you replied, rolling your head to the side to look at him as you spoke.

"Aw, come on, the waters great and it's so hot out you have to swim," Kie shouted as she splashed at John B and Pope who wrote annoying her.

"Y/n, if you dont come in I'm pulling you in," JJ spoke, swimming closer to the boat, "I'm serious"

You looked down at him, seeing the threat behind his eyes, you stood up, it was slightly painfull seeing as your sweaty thighs had stuck to the fiberglass of the boat. You sucked in a deep breath, tugging the shirt over your head, leaving you in just your high waisted bikini. JJs eyes widened, he let out a low whistle, mumbling 'damn'. Had it been most other days you wouldnt have caught the adoration in his voice but you would have taken his explitive as a compliment, but you weren't like you were most other days. Taking his words as mockery, tears pricked your eyes, you dove over him, entering the water just behind him and diving deeper and swimming underneath his legs and under the boat, gasping for breath when you came up on the other side. You laid in your back, ears under water as you caught your breath, what you couldn't hear was the group freaking out, especially JJ.

"Y/n should have come up by now" he spoke, spinning himself around in the water.

"Yeah, they should have," John B agreed looking down into the murky depths past his feet but seeing nothing.

"Y/N!" JJ called before diving down, looking to see if you had hit a rock or something but unable to find any sign of you.

You lifted your head out of the water, hearing your friends call out for you, and it clicked, something you hadn't realized in your fog of self loathing that you had dove into the water and then disappeared. They must be freaking out, you thought as you gripped the edge of the boat, kicking you legs as you hoisted yourself in, grabbing your shirt immediately to cover your body.

"Hey guys," you hollered, catching there attention as they all searched for you.

"Y/N, what the actual fuck, we thought you drowned" Pope yelled

"You scared the shit out of me," John B chimed in

"If you ever do some shit like that again you're dead to me, I was so worried" Kie added finally

JJ, as opposed to everyone else didnt say anything, just climbed into the boat and enveloped you in a hug. You flinched at the contact, not wanting anyone to feel how big you were.

"I thought you died," he whispered in your ear, and something in his voice broke when he spoke.

"Well I'm alive," you spoke, coldly, remembering what he said. He pulled back from the embrace, trying to look you in the eye, sensing that something was off.

"Yo, you good" he asked gently, still trying to catch your eye.

"Yeah, I'm fine, I just remembered that my mom needed me home for something" it was a total lie, the only thing that your mom needed you to do was to stay the fuck out of her way.

"Oh, okay, guys we got to get Y/n home, they have something to do," JJ shouted to the rest of the group, even though he didnt really believe it.

The group was quick to return to shore, all piling into the twinkie to get you home. John B., Pope, and Kie all spent the way to your house chatting, but you stayed quiet, your hands fiddling in your lap, JJ was quiet too, watching you with concern and curiosity in his eyes, what was up with you? You never would have done the disappearing act earlier on any other day, you knew it would cause too much concern, he was also worried about your silence, you were often such a talkative and fun person.

"Sorry for cutting the fun short guys," you broke your silence as you stepped out of the van.

"Nah, it's fine, you didnt, cause ya know, the fun never ends," John B. smiled at you

"Plus, there is always time tonight, we could meet back up at the Chateau," Pope chimed in.

"Yeah, maybe," you smiled softly, thinking about how you didnt want to see anyone else today, just lay in bed. As you climbed the steps to your house someone caught your wrist making you turn around, your eyes meeting JJs. As soon as you saw him, you felt your heart melt a little, how gently his hand was on yours, but then you remembered what he said earlier. You pulled your wrist from his grasp, looking him dead in the eye.

"Yes, JJ?" You asked, a slight bitterness in your tone, causing him to step back.

"I-I just wanted to say goodbye," he said, scratching the back of his neck anxiously.

"Oh, bye" you said, opening the door and closing it quickly behind you, your back hitting the wood.

JJ stood there for a second, staring at the paint peeling off the door, feeling wounded at your coldness.

"Hey JJ, you comin?" Kie yelled at him from the Twinkie, snapping him out of it.

"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, jogging back down the steps.

You stayed in your room for hours, your phone buzzing on the night stand as you hid under the covers. The sun had set on the water, the sky still shining a faded orange and purple. You hadn't moved since you got home, just laid in bed and let your mind stop, the existence of your body disappearing beneath the covers.

Your cheeks were damp with tears, wiping them away as they feel was too much work. There was a light knock on your window, making you shoot up straight in bed, looking at the window pain, behind sat a very concerned looking JJ.

You got out of bed, lifting up the window and stepping aside so JJ could climb in, this was something he had done before, crash at your house if he was tired of John B. but didnt want to go home.

"Hey Y/n," he spoke softly, a rarity for JJ

"JJ, what are you doing here?" you hissed, still not wanting to be around anyone

"Well, you weren't answering your phone and you were acting really weird earlier so I, I got worried"

"Yeah, like you care" you snapped, still over reacting at his words earlier

"What the fuck is your deal," he bit back "I'm trying to be nice, to be a good friend, and maybe make you realize that I fucking like you but you keep shooting me down,"

"What?" you muttered

"Nevermind, I shouldn't be here," he said, making a move for the window.

"No, you cant like me," that caught his attention, he turned around, your face was confused, your brain clearly trying to put things together, "how could you like me when I look like this, I mean, you even mocked me this morning,"

"Wait, what? Mocking you? When, what? And why the fuck cant I like you, is there some rule somewhere written in fucking stone,"

"Yeah, you made a mocking cat call when I took off my shirt to swim,"

"You thought I was mocking you?" His brow furrowed "I wasnt mocking you, that was genuine, I was trying to get you to realize that I have a thing for you!"

"JJ why?"

"Why? Why what? Why do I like you? Are you serious? Have you seen yourself!"

"Yes, yes I fucking have and that's exactly why you cant like me," you yelled, a tear escaping your eye.

"What are you even saying, Y/n?"

"This" you gestured to your body "This is why you cant like me, I'm fat JJ, I jiggle and my thighs rub, I have back rolls, I-" JJ cut you off, grabbing your face in his hands, thumbing your cheeks softly as he pressed his lips to yours hastily. You melted into him, giving yourself to the kiss, as if something in you surrendered to his affection.

You both pulled away, gasping for breath, forehead leaning on each other.

"Y/n, I like you, and that's always been something I've had a hard time saying, but I do, I like how you stomach sticks out, and how thick your thighs are, sometimes I imagine myself between them," you pulled back, looking him dead in the eye and biting your lip. "Moving on, I like how your boobs aren't a handful, they are like 5 handfuls, and how soft your back rolls are, I like you, I like your body, so get that through your dumb head," he joked, tapping your skull causing you to giggle. He pushed you down onto the bed, him landing softly on top of you. "Now that's out of the way, will you please just be mine, Y/n?"

"Yeah, JJ, I'll be yours, happily," his face broke into a smile as he ran his hands up and down your sides, leaning down and mashing his lips with yours.

#jj maybank #jj x reader #obx #obx netflix #obx fic #jj fluff #jj x plussizereader #plus size reader insert #john b #outer banks #jjxreader #jj maybank fluff

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dullahandyke · 3 years ago

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Emer please share your metis thoughts <3

THANKS BESTIE EDEN <3 already had these typed up so >:3

first of all fuck you guys she is NOT stone cold serious. I know her official art all has her like -_- but shes just autistic she doesn't know how to pose for photos n shit. in my heart I know she is goofy and silly. Shes just like super bad at showing it bcos bad communicator queen

She loves tetris shes nonverbal shes my everything

For her hypothetical sprites I think she like gave a lot of her same mannerisms to clonco and ponco but more exaggerated?? So like happy spinning, tilting her head side to side and crossing her arms while thinking (with a side of fiddling with her earring which she gave to thena), overdramatic head-back crying, etc. Also I think blackquill got some of his sprites from her so I'm gonna say she also did the fuckin chin hold confident thing but less smug, she leaned against shit a lot and preferred having her back to ppl which is where he got those sprites, and she taught him his iujitsu :) like her sprites would have her own flair to them, but in canon she is very much a character made up of the impact she has on other characters and I want her sprites to reflect that

Regarding clonco and ponco, I think theres a lot to be said about the fact that she actively wanted to make a robot feel and think for itself, despite the fact that aura clearly dislikes the idea of robots having free will (tho that could be a later mindset thing), and also for the fact that she SUCEEDED in reducing emotions to code. I think shes deeply interested in the patterns of emotion and also autistic that's why. Theres also something to say abt the fact that beinf able to express emotion is clearly so important to her that she would work to give it to robots, but how she never communicated properly with athena or the blackquills... aurametis is hypocrite4hypocrite

Also unpopular opinion but I do trust aura when she says aurametis was unrequited djhsjdjsks as I say metis is Bad at communicating, and while aura was definitely head over heels, metis was like cool :) I'm gonna study you like a bug. In a better world, they could have gotten to understand each other more, and metis is aro so it wouldnt be a flat-out romance, but their relationship would have settled into something intimate that both of them were comfortable with, most likely resulting in both of them growing - aura acknowledging her emotion-driven attitude and working on it, Metis working on communicating literally Anything like come on queen <\3

What elseeeee uhh jsyk when I say 'space centre fsmily' I mean the entire fuckin space centre except for terran (bcos ye've gotten too big for your boots and he has more fics than the entire rest of GYAXA combined so I exclude him out of spite), yuri cosmos n starbuck were also part of that n I think metis had like. Relationships w both of them that I havent thought of much but have a specific vibe. What else. Metis trans obviously, I Am allowed to diversity win this corpse is trans my way out of this one bcos it's a woman and that's a double diversity win. Uhh shes low empathy, she loves dissecting societal things and their mindsets, and she made sure thena had games on widget when it was made and thena still hasnt gotten rid of them and always makes herself lose tetris so she doesn't get rid of her moms high score <\3

#metis cykes #metis <3 metis ily <3 and eden ily 4 asking mwahh #ace attorney #aa5 spoilers #yelling emernally

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obsessive-ego · 4 years ago

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Invisible?

Beetlejuice x reader

Beej and reader have a fight, reader pretends beej is invisible to get back at him

Sorta nsft, crude language

"I cant believe you, I asked you multiple times, we had a deal and still"

Beetlejuice, after promising he wouldnt, scared the piss out of your friend who dropped by to help you fix your laptop, you two had a deal, he refrains from scaring and you buy him those salted tarantulas he loved so much. But no, he broke your deal. Your poor friend was was in tears it was so bad, he even left his coat behind, even worse he wouldnt responded to your calls or texts as you were trying to do damage control and cover up what beetlejuice did.

"Come on babes, i was doing ya a favor-"

"How?! By ruining what little soical life I have?! Making the people I care about be afraid to come near me?!" You snap back, you didnt have many friends, there was nothing wrong with that, you just only had a few, and now you're terrified that you lost one for good because of the demon.

Glancing to your phone, still no response

"Well he's gotta come back for his coat sugar" beetlejuice shrugs

You scowl at the ghoul, Beetlejuice's confidence shrinks at the sight of how mad you really were, to the point it looked like you were going to cry, he huffs.

"Like I said sugar, I was doing you a favor, I KNOW guys like that, they help a gal out, in hopes they'll get a little-"

"YOU DONT KNOW SHIT!"

the ghoul flinches at your tone, purple hue taking over his appearance, you never raised your voice to that extent.

"We had a deal, you broke it cuz you dont care about anything but a cheap thrill" you were right in his face, it was a weird scene, a delicate breather yelling at a demon they have backed into the wall.

"Whoa there, believe me, your friend-"

"I don't want to hear it, if shit went bad I would have called you, but they would never do that, you're just looking for an excuse to-" you sigh, deflating and anger being replaced with exhaustion "who cares, theres no point in even arguing with you, just forget it" you back down, and shuffle to your bedroom to mope, curious on why you gave up, beetlejuice follows, till he gets to your room, placing his ear against the door, nothing.

He huffs, okay so maybe he just wanted to scare your friend, to have his cake and eat it too, and maybe he was jealous at how well the two of you got along, and yeah he was lying on how he could tell your friend had alternative motives, but hes a demon straight from hell, scaring is what he does, deal or no deal, you dont ask a bird to stop flying. Floating over to the living room he flops down on the couch, he sighs, whatever, you'll be back to your easy going self tomorrow, and you'll forgive him, like always, you were the bigger person after all.

...

Morning comes and Beetlejuice perks up when he sees you heading to the kitchen to start your morning routine, he quickly joins you, eager to see if your not as mad as you were for his little joke.

"Morning babes"

No response, maybe you're still half asleep.

"G'morning" the tries again a little louder, still no response, he huffs, grabbing onto your arm and giving it a yank, causing you to stumble "I said, morning"

You yank your arm back, refusing to look at the ghoul as you continue to make your coffee

You brush past him as if he was invisible, you were still mad.

"So you're gonna give me the cold shoulder huh? You're gonna regret that" he mutters watching you stare at your phone as you enjoyed your morning coffee.

It starts off simple, beetlejuice slapping your phone out of your hand, and you picking it back up as if you dropped it, then he bumped it up following you around the house being in the way, following you into your room, leaning against the door watching you get dressed, making lewd comments and gestures the entire time

"Pretty cute panties sugar, shame they don't match the bra" "why dont you just hang around in your undies today baby? It's too hot to not" giving you a jerking off motion the whole time you were changing.

But Still no response from you, you were being so stone faced, beetlejuice had to legit question if he was invisible again, he wasnt. What happened to his jumpy easily embarrassed breather? Were you really that upset?

The entire day went on like this, every time you would make eye contact with beej he would pull a disgusting face to try and get something from you, dehinging his jaw, and have a tarantula crawl out, or replacing his eyes with mouths, at one point he pull out all the stops, a face so horrible and horrific, he did get you to react,seeing the colour drain from your face, but you made a quick retreat to the bathroom to regroup, a small victory and he took it, shame you didnt scream or curse at him though.

Leaning against the closed bathroom door he snickers "nice try babes, I'll give ya that, but no one can ignore the ghost with the most, so how about you drop this silly game"

No response

Enough was enough, Hes had it with this childish game, you're supposed to be the bigger person not him, beetlejuice phases his head through the door, completely red "I WILL NOT BE IGNORED Y/N" he shrieked, steam practically coming out of his ears.

And as if on cue, you leave the bathroom as if you didnt have a ghost head screaming at you on the door.

The red quickly leaves Beetlejuice's hair and is replaced with an awful mix of blue and purple, this was worse then being banished, he'd rather have you yelling at him then this, at least you'd be talking to him, acknowledging him, pulling his head out of the door, he floats after you.

Seeing you sitting on the couch messing around with your phone, he sits down next to you, you dont look up from what you're doing, but you do notice his now purple and blue hue, as bad as you feel about that, You cant break now.

The rest if the evening beetlejuice hung close by you, never saying a word, never touching you, just being there, watching you.

As you head to bed, the ghoul doesnt follow, he stays behind twiddling his thumbs, feeling rotten, he forgot how awful it was to be invisible, and hell he wasnt, he was just being treated as such, what's gotten into you? You're never this strict on being mad with him, you normally would break by now. He sighs, were you really that mad at him messing with your friend? How long will this go on? He didnt want the one breather he cared for so much to pretend he wasnt there anymore. Being invisible sucks, being alone sucks, he wants your attention back, he wants you back.

As you get yourself ready for bed, you hear a knock at your door, weird, cuz beetlejuice would either just barge in or walk through the wall, before you could debate on acknowledging him you hear him speak

"Hey, y/n? I get it, you're pissed, and this is you getting back at me, yeah, I know I broke our deal, and our promise, and scared the piss out of that scrawny breather, and I'm sorry"

You basically go bug eyed at that, you didnt think beetlejuice was capable of apologizing

"I'd rather you be screaming at me till you're blue in the tits, then to have you ignore me, a harsh reminder how lonely I use to be when I was invisible, without you, so..." he trailed off

You opened the door to see the demon, completely purple, he flinches at the sight of you, nervous on how you'd react

"I forgive you" you say softly

You see Beetlejuice's expression change on a dime, to depressed to over joyed, in a split second you were in him arms, his scruffy beard rubbing against your neck as he spun you around the room, once the spinning stops the demon still hold you tight, refusing to let your feet touch the ground.

"That's all I wanted from you, an apology" you manage to squeak out

"You should have said so sweets"

"That's not the point" you push away from the ghoul as a signal you want to be pit down, he reluctantly does so "the point is I shouldn't have to tell you, and I know it's something we gotta work on if we're gonna make this whole thing work, I dont like being mad at you" you sigh "but let's drop it for tonight yeah?" You walk over to the bed, turning to face the demon, slightly purple, fiddling with his tie, you give him a soft smile "would you like to sleep with me tonight?"

The purple hue quickly leaves him and is replaced with soft pink and green, yes beetlejuice has slept with you on many occasions, but was NEVER invited, he always just snuck in while you were asleep and see your embarrassed face in the morning.

"Only if you'll respect me in the morning, babes"

You snort a laugh "of course Beej"

In a flash you were tucked in with beetlejuice next to you, his arms wrapped around you, more then two, hands holding you as if you would up and leave him, one tangled in your hair, one rubbing your back, one on each shoulder, hell you even felt them gripping your ankles, and yet not a one groping you in any way, it was a mess of limbs.

"I guess you're not invisible anymore huh?" You whisper

The demon snorts, pulling you closer to his side "you're gonna regret that joke sugar"

You try to smile but are interrupted with a yawn.

"Night sweets"

Bonus

Waking up in the middle of the night as you're known to do, forgetting the demon was holding you, you wake up in an anxious state, you quickly calm down when you remember what happened earlier. The ghoul's hands were still all over you, still shocked that not a single one has tried to grope you, as he was known to do.

You sigh content that your little childish game got the better of him, yes you felt bad about it, but it paid off to get him to take something seriously.

As you were about to go back to sleep a low grumble catches your attention, looking over to beej, in the dark you you could see he was more purple then green, you frown.

"Y/n don't leave me alone...." a low mumble, Beetlejuice's grip tightens around you, pulling you close to him, was he talking in his sleep?

You snuggle close to the demon, gently kiss his lips and whisper

"I wont, I promise"

Despite the ghoul being asleep you swear you see him smile.

Tomorrow you'll make it up to him for your childish torment.

#beetlejuice x reader #muscial beetlejuice x reader

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oh-for-fic-sake · 4 years ago

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The Mount Teaser

Warnings: Swearing, Typos

A/N: so this is the first little teaser for a small probably two part for the Cavillry School Writing Challenge. My teacher is August Walker as Truant officer. i hope you all enjoy. XXX

Please ignore any typo’s this is unbeta’d.

You frowned at all the girls around you. All tittering and giggleing like children. Most younger than you. Stupid children. But each a terror in her own right other wise she wouldnt be here. You hated this place already, the garish pink and peach cheque short skirt and white blouse with a bow around the neck, even in year thriteen-sixth form you were required to be in uniform. Ugh. Mount Ephrame academy was a a strange institution. A huge 100 acre plot in the countryside huge caslte like building no not like hogwarts...Think Balmoral or somthing like that. Some gothic Victorian structure with almost everything you could think of dotted around the grounds stables, pool, walled garden, cloisters a fucking orangey even a small bloody lake! It was insane here once stepping out of the car you'd gone cold. Houston we have a problem! A big fucking problem! It was remote and a whole different world you felt it in the air as you'd entered the building lile you were cut off from the world. But if the ten foot grey stone wall that encompasses the grounds was anything to go by. You were. On the one hand it was an all girls boarding school. On the other? A prison. Its where the delinquents were sent. You go to a young offenders unit or if your bad enough or 'salvagable' your sent here if theres any space. It was unnerving. It pitches itself as an 'institution of learning, growth and reform' you can find yourself here from the age of eleven to twenty one the curriculum covers from your year seven SATS through gsce and higher education even some degrees! Once you are here you are trapt untill you get the go ahead from principal Cavill untill you prove your 'good and well mannered and will contributeto society'. Your trapped despite your age, your classed as a ward of the 'school' untill he says you can leave. You thought it was illegal but no in actual fact it was like prison. Catch you teach and mold you untill you can become a functioning member of society. The school itself had a reputation of being effective but no one knows how or why. No one questions it, if its not broke dont fix it. Aslong as the students excel and come out as pristine young ladies no one cares. You looked around at the long line of portraits hanging on the walls. A gallery of the staff. Nintey percent male. One hundred percent of the gorgeous, even a few abnormal looking ones like a certain Mr...Rivia??. Eyes are not naturally that bright even for honey brown. Contacts. And he must dye his hair. You scoffed at his portrait. He tries to hard. Probably trying to cater to the younger teens newfound 'werewolf' infatuation thats popped up. Just a few years ago when you were their age 'vampires' were all the rage...As long as the sparkled. You paced the hall small heels clicking on the stone floor as you went. You'd done your research you'd been here just over two weeks and you hadnt been idle. Finding out as much as you could and yet nothing at all. The girls didnt talk much about what goeson here one did slip saying 'the mount' as they called the school was traditional in values and the way it handled things. The girl was quickly shushed by the others who turned a suspicious red colour. Other then that not much was said and you were avoided which was fine by you. You wasn't staying. You traced the picture frames slowly one by one the stunning thick men staring back at you from behind the glass, most blue eyed some a bright azure like the astrology teacher a Mr Kent crystal clear blues looking at you from behind thick framed nerd glasses. Others darker. Like a Mr Walker. Ah yes your new foe apparently. You stopped and stared at him, he looked tough but... looks can be deciving, just looke at that Rivia one for instance. No you didnt think the stoic Mr walker dyed his har or wear contact's, but you did think he was trying to seem more intimidating thennhe wpreally was. He was the Truant officer, normally in schools the truant officer is the only member of taff who can really touch you. But here things were. Different. You'd learned from the others that what happens in the mount, stays in the mount. Walker was the one all the students feared most he had a reputation for being the toughest and meanest of all the staff. It was said he was CIA and trained to kill-had killed. And that he hunts down pupils how skip class stalking them like prey before dragging them into his office and giving them hell before taking them to headmaster Cavill for a second dose. Dose of what you didnt know but apparently it was bad. Painful even. You doubted that very much. You doubted many things about this place, the reputation, the legality, the curriculum, the teachers! But most of all you doubted they would contain you. You doubted they'd manage to keep you here at this correctional institution. You'd got to your final compulsory year at school and been thrust into this place dragged kicking and screaming into its halls of residence and set to stay untill 'further notice' you were just about to turn eighteen! Just about to leave behinde the 'holier then thou teachers' and do what you wanted and??? No. The government decided you used up our chances. A few warnings from police and being expelled from a few schools were fine but apparently drinking underage and caught with class A drugs was a step to far. The courts called you a liability and shipped you off here to continue education in a 'safe structured environment' your parents were only to happy to agree, why wouldn't they be? You'd get a free education, free room and board and collage courses a free degree to if you were not 'reformed' withing the next yer or so. All they had to do was sign their rights to the school for the duration of your stay. And indoing so condemned you to stay here until your new Headmaster deemed you could leave and not a second before! But what he didnt know, what everyone around you failed to realise is that your not like the rest. your not a simpering little girl who'd be 'put in you place' by a few pretty men spouting sweet praise and stern glares. you were getting out! you just had to put a bit of work in. "Miss y/l/n/? are you okay?" you snapped your gaze away from the photo snapping out of your thougts seeing Mr Cavill the headmaster. Your jailor, he frowned as he gained on you coming to a slow stop before you chest heaving with a sigh one brow quirked waiting for an answer. "yes I'm fine" you spoke stiffly, it was no secret you didnt want to be here, you hadnt yet fallen under what ever fearful lusty haze that seemed to hang over the other students yet. he huffed shifting on his feet tucking the folders under his arm tightly tipping his head forward eyeing you over his glasses with an almost scolding look the made you jolt. "Well you wont be if you hang around here much longer. Your skipping class young lady, and right infront of me to. Didnt you hear the bell?" he asked slowy motioning to the school bell in the corner of the hall but you kept your mouth shut chooseing not to look at him. "Right well come on off to class with you, I'll let this one pass but you'll not get another get out of jail free card. come on get out your planner i'll walk you to class we can say you got lost" he added waving his hand at you making you scowl and pull out the planner rage boiling inside of you and you looked at the classes. Block B Art with Mr Solo. you huffed as Mr Cavil turned and motioned for you to follow him. "Come along before Walker Catches you, he does not put up with this type of thing accidental or not and take it from me you dont want to get in his bad books he is not known for being merciful to the girls" he utterd you growled under your breath casting one last look to the portrait trying to commit it to memory. you didnt give a shit about the truant officer's reputation. you'd be the one to get the better of him. And you'd be the first to get out! You'd be kicked out. You swear to god your not stayng here. You couldn't!

#cavillry school writing challenge #henry cavill #henry cavill fic #august walker #august walker x reader #august walker x y/n

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haematicmagic · 5 years ago

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Raw, powerful and cursed quotes

So as someone who recently migrated from a Pinterest lurker of 3 years, reading every tumblr screenshot i could find, i have gathered quite a selection of cursed or raw quotes from the most classic tumblr posts and whatever the hell Gaud is doing. Some of these aren’t tumblr, but classic literature or musical quotes or poems. As i didn’t write them down, i cant give sources for every single one, but i can give them on request if you’re interested. Feel free to add more.

• „I‘ll do what I want“

„Then perish“

„then become the dirt I walk on“

• „violence for violence is the rule of beasts“

• „to become god is the loneliest achievement of them all“

• „There are places we have never seen before: Soem have never seen the Ocean, have never laid eyes on marrakesh. The other world is just a place we haven’t visisted before and we’re gonna explore it together“

• “Auge um Auge und die Welt wird blind”

(German, translated to mean: An eye for an eye and the world goes blind)

• „You kneel before my throne, unaware that it was made of lies“

• “You’re rearranging deck chairs on the titanic my friend”

• “Bold of you to assume I (will meet a mortal end, have ambitions)”

• „I beg to differ“

„Then beg"

• „One day, you will be face to face with your gods and you will have to justify the space you’ve filled

• „the skin of the earth is littered with the ruins of empires that thought themselves immortal“

• „my Ancestors are smiling down on me. Can you say the same?“

• „Life is pain. Anyone who says differently is selling something.“

• „god should have made girls lethal when he made monsters of men“

• „Decay exsists as a distant form of life“

• „Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything that your soul can comprehend. You cannot cure me in any way that matters.“

• „Draw a monster. Why is it a Monster?“

• „A year ago you didn’t know today“

• „She is a mystic in the sense that she is still mystified by things“

• „these hands have built bridges, they will not build walls“

• „the anger in your heart warms you now but will leave you cold in your grave“

• „The Man who sleeps with a machete is a fool every night but one“

• „Thats a funny trick to play on a god“

• „We can do any sins we want. There are no gods here to observe them“

• „we deserve a soft epilogue“

• „Starved dogs eat their masters.“

• „I am a monument to all your sins.“

• „Face your mortality, choose your requiem.“

• „I do not love the sword for its sharpness or the arrow for its swiftness nor the warrior for his glory. I can only love that which they defend“

• „Kill me and live with the memory. Then tell the stars you have won“

• „Do you think God, too, stays in heaven in fear of what he has created?“

• „Good men need no rules. Today is not the day to find out why I have so many“

• „Nothing is set in stone, but everything is set in a dirt road. If you roll your waggon along that path too much, it‘ll soon be the only path you can take without struggling“

•„You seem a decent fellow. I hate to kill you.“

„You seem a decent fellow. I hate to be killed by you.“

•„We are men of actions. Lies do not become us.“

•„The watch is ticking and I‘m no clockmaker“

•„Only when Lions have Historians will Hunters cease to be heroes“

•„If you consider a woman less pure after you touched her, you should take a look at your hands“

•„the fire can’t touch me, for I have have burned one too many times. And the sea can’t harm me, for I have been drowning all my life. But you, you could rip my heart open, darling, for I have never known love before.“

• „take no shit, do no harm“

• “Be a nuisance where it counts, Do your part to inform and stimulate the public to join your action. Be depressed, discouraged, and disappointed at failure and the disheartening effects of ignorance, greed, corruption, and bad politics—but never give up.”

• „Before you tell a tale of revenge, dig two graves

• „First we shape our tools, then our tools shape us.“

• „The future is what you make of it. Just know that your supplies are limited.“

• „bury me shallow, I‘ll be back"

• „This is Hell territory and I am impudent to no gods“

• „Sticks and Stones may build a throne but you‘ll be up there all alone“

• „I am deliberately taking this personally“

• „You’re still dodging my questions“

„you’re just missing“

• „Rome wasnt build in one day.

But it was burned one“

„But they layed bricks every hour“

• „You’re not as simple as they wanted you to be.“

• „Get off the ground, kid, spit your blood. Go down a savage, go down fighting.“

• „Educated Criminals work within the law“

• „Everyone is guilty of the good they did not to“

• „Even the ground wouldnt want you to rot in it“

• „War is old men talking and young men dying.“

• „I‘ll take care of you.

It‘s rotten work.

Not to me. Not if its you.“

• „What are you, before a human ready to fight“

• „Walls have ears

Doors have eyes

Trees have voices

beasts tell lies

Beware the rain

Beware the snow

Beware the man

you think you know“

• „This is who we are: A product of war.“

• „once a man, now deemed a fool“

• „What was that?

Probably God, looking down on his children and regretting that there even was a sixth day.“

• „We all just kill time until the killing time“

• „people will never bleed enough to meet your vision of justice“

• „There are three things all wise men fear: The sea in storm, a moonless night and the anger of a gentle man.“

• „Let me die first or I will die twice“

• „Looks like you dropped something.

What?

Your standards. Hi, I‘m XY“

• „In whatever matter it comes to be, love is never wrong, especially not between one that has so much of it to give and one so desperately in need of it.“

• „Heavy is the Crown and light as a feather the banner of rebellion"

• „I am not a vessel for your good intentions“

• „Every breath i take without your permission raises my self esteem“

• „Your boos mean nothing, I‘ve seen what makes you cheer“

• „In a rich man’s house there is no place to spit but his face.“

• „You could sooner divert a river from its course than deny my nature.“

• “I would rather die standing than live kneeling”

• “Life is all about pain and by god I will be it’s conduit.”

• “Ring the bells you still can ring

Forget your perfect offering

There is a crack in everything

That is how the light gets in”

• “Here’s a penny for your thoughts and a quarter to not tell me them.”

• “Whatever is begun in anger ends in shame”

• “To greed, all nature is insufficient”

• “We are rarely proud when we are alone”

• “I will love you like misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch as everything goes wrong”

• “You say I killed you - haunt me, then.”

• “But who are you, to consider yourself an enemy of humanity? Who are you, to define yourself as something else but them?”

#raw quotes #tumblr quotations #tumblr quotes #classic tumblr #iconic post #shitpost #quotes #writing prompt #dialogue prompts #tumblr

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anninhiliation · 5 years ago

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Feel It

Masterlist

Richard leaving you for months at a time was difficult for both of you for various reasons. The hardest being the lonely nights where a facetime or text message wasn’t enough. Missing his touch, his growls and warm lips pressed against your skin. The way he would so easily take your breath away and somehow have you begging for more.

Yet, for some reason him leaving this time ignited a spark inside you to misbehave like never before. You were usually his good little girl, but as the time came closer for him to come home, the more you reached out to rile him up. It started off simple, little rules broken here and there, where he would usually punish you with ten smacks. Like gently teasing him while he was busy, or sending him one or two dirty texts. But slowly your rule breakings escalated as time went on and you weren’t getting the results you wanted. He would just simply text you little threats, or call you to sternly tell you to stop. It was the same message every time, “Just wait until I get home princess”, “Baby girl just you wait”. This annoyed you, his threats were never to wait, or to hold on he would usually call and rile you up, threatening that if you came without his permission he wouldn’t touch you for a month. And you knew not to disobey him at that point, he was a man of his word. However, towards the end of the tour, you were at your absolute worst. It seemed every message he received from you was you doing something you shouldn’t. Countless videos you sent him of you playing with your drenched mess, a daily set of filthy pictures, and you blatantly ignoring him telling you to stop, only to see you do the opposite. You would continue upping the antics, riling him up before shows or before sitting down for an interview. Tour eventually came to an end and Richard was finally traveling home. You waited all day for him, trying your best to kill as much time as possible. Doing chores of cleaning and running quick errands, trying to get your mind on something other than Richard. As the sunset and you ran out of things to do, you decided to take a longer than usual shower.

~~~~~

Getting out of the shower, you made your way to the bedroom in nothing but a towel and gasped. Richard sat at the edge of the bed, looking at you with lust-filled eyes.

“Little girl,” he said sternly as he motioned you to come towards him

“Richard!” you squealed

Your excitement of seeing him after so long clouded your mind of any rules or what you did to him for the past few months. Running up to him you wrapped your arms around him and showered his face in kisses. You were beaming with joy, completely blinded by his stone-cold expression. Things quickly took a turn for the worse for you, when he gripped your waist and flipped you over on the bed. He hovered his body over yours as he tightly grabbed your neck with one hand and pinned your hands over your head with the other.

“Richard!” You whined out squirming under his grip

“Have you forgotten little girl?” he growled

You whimpered out incoherently, as you pushed your hips up into his. The towel unraveled as you continued to squirm.

“You fucking slut, I told you to wait for me to get home. And here I am” he smirked as his warm breath fanned over your quivering lips

“W- What are you going to do to me?” you whimpered

“Wouldnt you like to know” he smirked as he pulled away from you, undoing his bandana

He tied the fabric over your eyes preventing you from seeing anything but darkness as he grabbed your wrists again and tied them to the bed.

“Richard” you whined out

“Did I speak to you slut?” he growled grabbed your neck again “tonight you’re my fucktoy and I will use you as I please”

He kissed the weakest parts of your neck, growling

“Tell me babygirl why were you so bad”

He marked down to your collar bone making you squirm and whine out

“You know what bad girls get?”

He smirked as he made it to your breasts. Taking one of your hardened nipples in your mouth as he rolled the other between his fingers. You arched your back and whined as he continued to tease you, making the flood between your legs unbearable.

“Richard” you whined out again making him stop

A sudden sting came crashing down between your folds making you jolt. You whined out, making Richard smack your soaked core again. You cried out, feeling more arousal spill around your pussy.

“Oh, baby is this too much for you?” He cooed teased your slit, hitting your pulsating nub each time

“Richard please” you whimpered “I-”

“Oh no baby, you see it doesn’t matter how much you whine and cry” he chuckled “because tonight, you’re not cumming,” his thumb applied more pressure to your nerve endings making your hips squirm

“Richard” you pleaded as the words faded from your mind making it harder and harder to form a sentence

“Oh, kitten you won’t forget the punishment I give you tonight.” Richard growls as he places a soft kiss on your lips “You’ll remember tonight so good, the next time I go away on tour you wouldn’t dare do the shit you did again”

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Anon: Can write something about how you have been teasing Richard since he’s been away on tour and comes back and teaches you a lesson making you basically tremble under him

Anon: can i request an imagine request on richard if that’s fine !!! Can u do it based on the lyrics from feel it by jacquees?? maybe the lyrics ‘tell me why you wanna be bad, sweating while you callin me daddy’ ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: BAD GIRLS DONT GET TO CUM, but maybe ill expand on the punishment with another request I have? Who knows.

*Requests are closed (29/03/2020)*

#richard camacho #richard #camacho #cnco #my writing #fic #cnco smut #boyband #richuki #richard camacho fic #richard camacho smut #fan fic #imagine #rich #fanfiction #requests are closed

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oysters-aint-for-me · 4 years ago

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3 on the writing asks!

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

omg ok this is exciting i love this

so this is a scene from something i was writing a while back where dee’s college roommate, who she ended up setting on fire, is revealed to be eleanor shellstrop! and so eleanor is there after visiting her mother in nevada (i think that was in season 3) to try and make amends and help dee be a better person. (i never finished the fic, but i don’t think it works lmao.) anyway the whole fic was inspired by the very short and insignificant stone cold steve austin joke in the first half and also i wrote this like 2 years ago and i am not proofreading it before posting so there but for the grace of god go i, i guess

(talk of sex toys behind the cut but nothing that wouldnt be in either show)

Eleanor interrupted herself when something caught her eye just past Dee. “Oh snap! Is that who I think it is?” she said, making a beeline into the bedroom.

“Wait—no, I just—it’s a mess in there—” Dee tried to get in front of her, but despite being so much shorter, Eleanor had always been speedier.

“You still have Stone Cold Steve Austin?” With no reservations whatsoever, Eleanor snatched up the cheap purple vibrator from where Dee had cast it aside on her bedside table.

“You mean Stephen?” Dee corrected, crossing her arms tightly across her chest. Yes, it was factually true that Eleanor had been the first to name the vibrator, and yeah, maybe she was the one to physically purchase it from the store, but it was with Dee’s money, so its ownership was somewhat contested. After Eleanor stole it from her too many times to count (and accused Dee of stealing it back juts as often), they had agreed to share custody. But Dee was not into Stone Cold Steve Austin and refused to accept it as the vibrator’s name. She agreed to name it Stephen, thinking it would be a good compromise, but Eleanor wouldn’t have it. It had been a common argument between them back in college, and Dee actually felt a little bit dizzy from the whiplash of rehashing the whole thing again.

“Man, he’s gotta be, what, 22 years old? If he was a person, he’d be able to buy beer!” She smiled to herself as she inspected the vibrator with a practiced eye. “He still works okay? How did he turn on again?”

After she fiddled with it for a bit, Eleanor found the “on” button and the vibrator buzzed to life—or, as much life as it could manage. She frowned. “Was he always this weak?”

Dee stepped forward and snatched the vibrator out of Eleanor’s hand and reached past her to shove it in the drawer of her bedside table. “It gets the job done,” she said, slamming the drawer shut.

Leaning in with sudden and sincere concern, Eleanor muttered, “Wait. Dee, that’s not the only vibrator you have, is it?”

“This is really weird, Eleanor. Why do you give a shit about my vibrator situation?”

Clearly affronted, Eleanor’s eyebrows shot up. “What, suddenly it’s suspicious to make sure an old friend is as happy as possible?”

“For you? After you did everything in your power to make me miserable in college? Yes, I’d say it’s a little suspicious,” Dee said.

Eleanor rolled her eyes. “Oh, come on, give me a break. I was not trying to make you miserable.”

“You slept with every single guy that I slept with!”

“Oh-ho!” Dee laughed cheerlessly. “I absolutely did not!”

“Yes, you did!”

“I never slept with Jerome!”

Eleanor flung her arms out to her sides, wildly confused. “Who’s Jerome?!”

“He was your TA in organic chem,” Dee said. “You slept with him. To get a C-plus. That’s right. Not an A. Not a B. A C-plus.”

The bewildered energy held for a second, and then Eleanor let her arms fall to her sides again and wrinkled her nose in the same stupidly cute way she did in college. “Did it work?” she asked.

“I mean, yeah.”

Eyes fixed somewhere off to the side, Eleanor considered this information, then smirked. “Can’t say I’m not impressed.”

“What are you doing here?” Dee asked, deciding to cut to the chase. “What’s the scheme?”

“Scheme? I don’t have a—”

“So you just happened to be in Philly, and you found out where I work by accident, and then coincidentally you figured out where I live, and you just wound up in my apartment?” Dee arched a skeptical eyebrow. “And you have no ulterior motive?”

“Well—”

“How long of a flight is it from Arizona, anyway?”

“Actually, I came from Nevada,” Eleanor said. “I was visiting my mom.”

“Your mom?” Dee repeated.

“Yeah. Well, technically we had a layover in Los Angeles, and before that I was in Australia for a while,” Eleanor said. “Oh, wait, I was in Budapest for a hot second after Australia.”

Stunned, Dee took a second to gather her thoughts, then asked, “Why?”

Eleanor closed her eyes and sighed. Heading back into the living room, she said, “I’m gonna preface this by saying that I am not asking you to join a cult.”

“You’re not selling essential oils or something,” Dee said, a new fear suddenly taking hold. She’d been burned before—by former friends and by the oils themselves.

“No, no,” Eleanor sat on the couch. “I’m not selling anything. See, I had an...experience. About a year ago. And it made me think about, you know, my life, and people I’ve known and hurt and—and maybe, well. You know. Cared about.”

Dee winced and took a step backwards. “What is this? Are you in AA?”

“Kind of?” Eleanor said with a sigh. “But instead of alcohol, I’m addicted to, I don’t know, being selfish?”

“Oh god that’s boring. Let’s just—what do you want from me? You want me to forgive you? Would that get you to leave?”

Eleanor paused and tilted her head, like she was weighing her options, and then stood up from the couch, taking a step towards Dee. “Do you believe in the afterlife?”

“Oh god,” Dee groaned and took another step back. “This is a cult. I should’ve known. If someone ever says ‘it’s not a cult!’ that means it definitely is a cult.”

“It’s not a cult!” Eleanor repeated. She shut her eyes. “Oh, god, how do I say this without sounding condescending?”

#the good place #iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia

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INEBRIATED [2]

PART 1, PART 2

Summary: lol its so weird to brush your teeth before breakfast, tagged some sweet people i figured wouldnt mind; if you did so sooorry

Pairing: ari levinson x reader

Word count: 2243

Warnings: smut, explicit language, vulgar language.

When awaking in the early morning your head throbbed with a mean ache, a foul taste was in your mouth and you were felt to the brim with contrite of last night’s endeavors. Surely the night went well in comparison to what unpleasant tension you first had thought the situation would mint, and regardless of the attempted advantages in which you were certain you would hear of, you thought you did pretty well in spite of the liters of alcoholic substances you must have consumed. The very thought of the multi-substance abuse you had exposed yourself to was enough to send you sprinting out of bed, hell-bent on reaching the bathroom before stomach acid would spill from your mouth.

The taste was like anything sour you had imagined, with only alcohol and no food in your stomach to give up on you felt a burn in your throat, tears pressing in your eyes as you could barely breathe. The incident only carried on for a minute or so, and you slid from your knees to your behind and leaned against the wall, head bumping on the tiles and a moan left your lips.

Opening your eyes again you saw Ari standing tall before you, a crease between his eyebrows, tired look in his eyes and bare chest to drool over. A grin drew his face upward, and he nodded to you. “You good?”

Putting on an exhausted smile you held out your hand, giving him a thumbs up in response. As you had thought he would have left not long after you had fallen asleep you were pleased to see he still was in your apartment. You reached up to flush the toilet and pulled yourself up with the help of the sink, Ari coming to aid you in gaining your balance. Offering yourself a look in the mirror, you immediately pulled a face.

“I look like a wreck,” insulted you, tipping your head and wetting your chapped lips.

Ari too took a look at you in the mirror from behind you, eyes seeing nothing but morning glory as the sun put a fine shine on your skin through the window from the hall. He smiled and turned to find your toothbrush, figuring you would want to get rid of the taste of vomit.

“Mission succeeded, eh? Didn’t drown,” joked you and wiggled your eyebrows, gaining a look from your friend. He put toothpaste on the brush and held it out for you to take and with a ‘thanks’ you shoved it past your lips. “There’s a spare in the—”

“I know,” interrupted he and you looked back up. His shoulders heaved and he went to put on a shirt, encouraging you to lean in the mirror to get a last discreet look at the body the looked to be sculptured by the hands God on his Sunday off. “I helped myself when I woke up an hour ago! Hope that’s okay!”

So the man’s been awake for an hour and didn’t bother putting on his clothes? Probably wanted to rub those abs in my face, thought you to yourself and shook your head with a smirk, spitting into the sink.

Washing your face and finishing up you met him in the kitchen, where he stood by the stove, in the middle of making eggs and you saw he had found the toast, as well.

“I’d tell you to feel at home, but it seems you already are,” commented you and sat by the table he had prepared.

He chuckled as he went on about his business.

“I wanted to apologize for yesterday,” began you but before you could say anymore, Ari cut in and came to pour coffee into the cup before you.

“Don’t worry about it. Yesterday was fun.”

You smiled, “I couldn’t agree more but really—I didn’t mean for you to take care of me the entire night. I drank, like, too much and also trying to kiss you wasn’t very cool either. That would have been weird.”

The words seemed to make him stiff in his posture, suddenly rigid and you dared look up at him. His eyes were fixated on the coffee pouring, pink lips parted. Waiting for some kind of reaction, you hoped he would not make some comment making you lose all hope for the future. You yourself did not actually consider, say you would have shared a kiss - even if meaningless and something only to be guilted on your drunken state, to be weird, although it certainly could have changed the whole situation between the two of you. Your teeth grazed your lip; coming to think of it, it might have been better now that you never got that kiss you wanted.

“It’s okay,” was all he said, offering you a kind smile, one out of pity you thought. He put away the kettle and went on to serve you half of the eggs, his eyes only meeting you once his last word was spoken. “I mean, if you hadn’t been shitfaced I just might have taken you up on that offer.”

Your breath hitched in your throat, not expecting him to speak so blatantly.

“I’m not drunk now.”

“That’s right.”

Silence once veiled the pair of you and you felt the lump in your throat grow in size and the butterflies in your stomach took off. He turned off the stove and put the pan in the sink where you were embarrassed to see days washing-up congregated. Boldly deciding to seize the moment, you stood from the chair and met him in a kiss you had fantasized about for all too long.

It was obvious he had not expected you to act in such a rash way, still, Ari could not find it in him to do this the right way as your lips delicately danced in sync with his. He could taste the mint from the toothpaste once you slid your tongue past his lip. Moaning into your mouth something beside you clattered but you did not care enough to halt to kiss, so instead you snaked your arm by his abdomen and pulled him closer, your other hand tugging at his neck to deepen the passionate kiss.

“The—the eggs are gettin’ cold,” you managed to utter against his lips, breathing heavily. The distance between the two of you was surely immeasurable, a hair’s breadth separating the two of you from melting into one.

“I don’t mind cold eggs.”

Smirking against his lips, you felt him force you against the counter. You had never felt this close to a person before, it was as if you in that very moment were one and the same, and all your troubling worries seemed to vanish. As if you could let your guard down and not even pay attention to what he might think of you, Ari made your apartment feel more like home than it ever had. Just as the kiss got to deepen and his hand squeezed at your hip, he made the baneful mistake of misplacing his hand on the stove.

“Fuck!”

Overwhelmed with a sudden pain rather than the prospering ardor, Ari accidentally bit down on your lip as he pulled back, clutching his hand tightly.

“Holy shit, here!” You hastily turned on the water tap, pushing away some of the dishes so water would not splash everywhere. Pulling at his arm, you held his hand under the cold water and Ari winced, his jaw clenching tightly. Keeping it in that setting for a small while he began grinning when your eyes locked.

You gave him a funny look, addled. “What, why—Jesus, Ari, are you okay?”

“Are you?” asked he in response and gestured to your lip, his unharmed hand reaching up to brush it, displaying a drop of red. Your tongue darted out and you felt the sting of where a layer of skin had been torn loose.

“I’m fine. Do—do you need that checked out?” you asked with concern.

“No need,” averred he, lust laced in his dark tone and pulled you back to him as if his hand was not burning with an itchy pain.

“Ari,” hummed you against his plump lips and grinned when he only pulled you closer, realizing that although you were apprehensive you never wanted for this moment to end.

With closed eyes, you reached out to turn off the running water. His large hand brought you impossibly close to his body, his hard chest feeling like stone against you and your heart fluttered as he moaned hoarsely into your mouth. How the guttural sound you elicited vibrated on your lips made you weak in the knees, and just as the world had come to be still, it was now spinning as you desperately clung to Ari.

“Let’s. . . The bedroom,” mumbled you incoherently, the idea of leaving his lips cold for even a split-second appearing condemning in thought.

Ari effortlessly lifted you from the ground, holding you close and your legs intuitively wrapped around his figure. Ambling into the bedroom he barely bumped into anything on the way and he put you on the bed, his face distanced from yours by an inch. Finding yours you could tell his eyes looked to be darker in the light of events as well as the dim room, rays of sun shining naturally on the spot of the large bed. It was odd to think of its size for it brought him to the man he once had been very close with, the man he was certainly never had been as good to you as you had pretended. It was the one another man had slept in, one Dan had claimed you in and that Ari was not blithe with.

Narrowing your eyes, you found his steel eyes pacific, something resembling wanton appetite. “What is it?”

His head dropped, the impious sin leaving him. He was on it now, with you and that meant no room for moronic thoughts of your ex. For this feeling of intimacy, Ari waited for the longest time to be the other part of, only ever chastising himself for being jealous of his best friend. He went back to taking in the beauty of your most prominent features. “You just look so beautiful.”

Heart skipping a beat, you slid your fingertips in a hair, sensing your pulse in the frail flesh and you pulled him close so that he would not see your blush. Taking the lead, Ari allowed you to overpower him and once you were positioned on top of him, on the part of his torso where his shirt had slid up, he had to lean back an appreciate the divine look.

“I have to leave for work soon,” chided you, the reminder suddenly a passing thought. Truthfully you were unaware of the time and it might as well have been past 10 o’clock, albeit you knew you had work and would tragically have to excuse yourself at some point, interrupting the fun.

Ari’s hands slid to your bottom, spurring you to shift against him, grind on his abdomen and you complied. Taking his time to observe the way your face contorted from pleasure as you felt his bulge grow beneath you, he put his lips on yours, swallowing the delicate moans he induced.

Subtly trailing his calloused hand over the softness of your skin, you shivered at the affection of his touch and could feel yourself ache for more while his hand approached your cunt. The dance his finger performed on your body initiated at a sedate and clement something for you to keep up with. As he applied extra pressure, you deferred to his magical work in encouraging moans and ground down harder against his hard, nude abdomen. Your legs started to involuntarily taut and you pressed your clothed sex hard against him, surely leaving a stain behind both in your underwear and his skin, too.

“That’s it, Y/N, that’s it,” Ari panted while guiding you back and forth as his hips bucked in reflex. Your hand went to massage your breast over the shirt you wore, tugging at your nipple through the clothing and your head rolled back. With closed eyes and teeth biting down hard on your red lip, you concentrated on the restricted sensation. “Fuck, doll, you look so good riding me like that.”

Coming off on his bare abdomen was something he never had experienced a woman doing, yet he could not admit it was not blatantly alluring, watch your glisten like that on his well-defined abs. In spite of being retained in his pants, he felt delectation in a way he rarely did, and so as you went on to plant sweet kisses down his neck, your alarm went off, blaring to your surprise.

Hurriedly you turned it off, facing Ari with an apologetic look, craving peeking from behind your deep orbs. “I ought to go soon.”

Chest heaving rapidly, Ari panted with a content grin. “What am I gonna do with you?”

“I just came in my pants.”

You looked down his body, your eyes widening when seeing the size of the saturated area you had made. “Sorry,” you whimpered, your voice still wavering from the high you were still processing. Red peaked up on your cheeks, but you could not keep the curve from you lip for long when knowing you had done that.

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