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yumiknows · 25 days ago

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Slowly falling in love with Han Jisung

Pairing: Han Jisung x fem!Reader

A/n: I’m horrendously in love with this man he’s just so babygirl but at the same time not like aaaaaaaa I can’t. Anyway here’s some cute stuff, enjoy 🎀

Content: You and Jisung are best friends for quite some time now, but it’s just now that you realize that you are slowly falling for the man you call your best friend …

Genre: best friends to lovers, floof✨, kinda slow burn

Warnings: none, I think

Word count: 2046

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You were basically friends with all 8 stray kids members, some of them you were closer with some not that much but that doesn’t mean you don’t love them equally. Well that’s kind of the problem you do have a favorite among them.

Han Jisung was your best friend for almost 4 years now, you guys hung out a lot, if it’s just eating, or watching Tik toks together and saying absolutely nothing for 3 hours. It didn’t matter to the two of you, you just liked the other’s company.

•

You and the rest of stray kids were in the practice room just taking a break from learning a dance. You walked over to where you water bottle was located and sat down on the floor exhausted from all the moving around.

Jisung, the cuddle bug he is, slumped down beside you and immediately snuggled up to you with his head on your shoulder. This wasn’t out of the ordinary or anything it was quite common actually.

You looked over to him and pat his head ruffling his hair, he seemed to enjoy it because he let out a sigh.

You chuckled, „tired already, ji?“ he only hummed and nodded seemingly to lazy to answer properly. You only smiled massaging his scalp further.

•

You were friends yes, but you were still the opposite gender.

Still Jisung didn’t care, he invited you over for a slumber party. Sleeping in the same bed for the first time together was exciting as it was terrifying. He didn’t seem to mind tho. You guys watched a movie ate snacks and laughed. You had a great time. Still when it was time to sleep and he turned the light of, you were nervous. You turned to the middle, facing him.

„Why do you look so stressed out?“ he said voice a little raspy.

„You okay ? Want me to sleep on the couch?“

„No… I’m just- nervous that’s all“

„Aww you don’t have to be, after all you know me right ? No need to feel nervous“ he smiled at you.

You smiled back and nodded. His words gave you reassurance, you where still nervous but a lot less that before.

„Good night ji“ you said closing your eyes

„Good night y/n“

•

A hug from Jisung could honestly cure the world, at least that’s what you thought sitting on his bed, his arms tightly wrapped around you. You may had a bad day but who would remember it when you get hugged like this. His hand slowly moved up and down your back the other pressing you against him. You nuzzled into his neck, closing your eyes and just relaxing in the moment.

He broke the silence first „you feel better now?“

„Yeah, but don’t let go yet please. It’s too comfy“

He chuckled, only holding you closer.

•

Your in the recording booth, reading through the lyrics to the song, waiting for Jisung and changbin to arrive. In the mean time you talked with Chan.

„you got that ?“ he asks, after briefly explaining what you’ll have to do.

„Yeah I think so“ you nodded chewing on you bottom lip.

„Hey! no need to be nervous“ he said a reassuring smile on his lips, „You got this, as much as Han told us you’re an amazing singer. So just go with it. Even we have our voicecracks in the middle of recodings“

You laughed, you often watched the boys record and it was always hilarious. And Chans words only eased your mind.

„Thank you, Chan“

„Of course“ he smiled back at you, „now where are these two we don’t have all day“

•

It was a late Friday evening and you were invited to a movie night with all 8 stray kids members. When you arrived, it was Lee know who opened the door and let you in. You briefly greeted everyone and took of your shoes and jacket.

Walking into the kitchen you were met with Felix, Chan and Jisung you said your hellos and placed your snacks you brought on the counter. Felix and Chan were seemingly deeply in thought because they only mumbled a hello and were back to whatever they where doing. Jisung however, turned to you.

„Heyyyy you’re finally here“ he said embracing you in a warm hug, you gladly returned. After that he rummaged through your bag of snacks ‚oooh‘ing at some of them. He grinned at you, until Lee know called him from the living room. He gave you a quick kiss on the cheek and winked at you, as to say ‚you’re the best‘ and walked into the living room.

The rest of the evening was normal tho. You were sat next to Jisung on the couch the two of you sharing a blanked with Lee know. Jisung being in the middle. All of you got around to watching 3 movies until almost everyone was asleep except Chan, Lee know and you. Jisung being sound asleep with his head on Lee knows shoulder. Felix who sat on your other side, made himself comfortable on your lap.

Originally the plan was that you would go home after the movie but since you were really tired and it almost being 3 am, Chan wouldn’t even let you out of the house. So you talked with him during cleaning up, while Lee know figured out how to get everyone into their beds.

„So what’s the plan?“ you asked.

„Well, going home at this hour is a no“

„Yeah, I figured“

„You can sleep on the couch, or you could always ask Han? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind“

You went silent. That’s true he probably wouldn’t mind. But to be truthful it the last couple of months things shifted between you two, not in a bad way…just different. You seemed to value the time you have with him even more now, and those intimate moments like hugging or venting to each other has become much more sensitive.

Did you actually develope feelings for your best friend or was your mind playing games with you.

„Y/n ? You still with me?“ Chan laughed

„Huh- yeah sorry. I’ll ask him“ Chan only smiled at that and went back to packing the snacks up.

You quietly enter Jisungs room, it was dark and you could hear him snoring slightly. You opened the door a bit further so the light from the hallway beamed in. Fortunately it was a dim light. You debated for a second if you should wake him up until- „y\n? Why are you standing there?“ he said groggily.

„I-uh… I’m gonna stay the night and was going to ask if I could sleep here with you, but you were asleep so I was debating if I was gonna wake you up, or just sleep on the couch“ you blurted out.

He chuckled slightly „of course you can sleep here. You need something to change ?“

You looked down onto your cloth you wore something comfy to begin with some joggers and a tank top. The joggers were not the problem, but a tank top wasn’t your first choice to sleep in.

„Yeah actually, if you have a hoodie I could borrow?“

„Sure“ he turned on his bedside lamp and walked to his closet. He searched for a little then handed you a black hoodie.

„Thanks“ you smiled „I’ll get changed real quick“ he nodded and you walked to the bathroom.

When you returned in his hoodie spare cloth in hand, he was already laying in bed, waiting, surprisingly still awake. You closed the door, put your cloth on his chair and walked to the unoccupied side of his bed.

He smiled at you while you where getting comfortable. You turned to face him. He twisted to turn off the light, then also faced you.

„Still nervous?“ he asks mockingly

You roll your eyes playfully „No, remember I know you, why should I be nervous“ you smirked.

„Using my words against me, I see“ he scoffed.

You chuckled „good night ji“

„Good night y/n“ but he didn’t close his eyes yet and neither did you. So you just looked into each others eyes for what felt like forever. But it was a good kind of forever. A forever that neither of you wanted to end.

You were the first one to break the silence „you know, I really enjoy spending time with you“

„I would be hurt if you didn’t“ he smiled „but I do too“

„Im really tired, but I don’t want to sleep yet“ you said, eyes not wanting to close but so heavy from the long day.

„It’s okay I’ll still be here tomorrow“ he reached out to grab your hand and intertwined them.

And with that both of you closed your eyes and soon fell asleep.

•

Sitting on his bed cuddled up in a blanket and one of his hoodies in a dim light. He was sitting at his desk working on something you have no idea about. It was late at night almost midnight.

You were staying over tonight. It has become a frequent thing since the last movie night a month ago.

You were just kinda sitting there and admiring him. You have to admit that he was really cute but at the same time so handsome.

While admiring was cool and all it was getting late and he showed no sign of stopping anytime soon, and you were getting rather tired. So what’s a logical thing to do? Right, telepathy.

You didn’t wanna disturb him, but at the same time you were about to fall asleep sitting up.

So against your own words you stood up and walked over to him, leaving the blanked on the bed.

You slowly approached him from behind hoping he’ll notice you, but he didn’t. He was wearing headphones after all. So you slowly placed your hands on his shoulders.

He only hummed in responds.

You you took his headphones off his head and placed them on the desk besides his laptop. To that he turned around confused. „Something wrong?“ He asks voice a little raspy for not speaking for several hours.

„Nothing in particular…“ You said head tilted to the side a bit, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest slowly. „You know, just the human need to sleep“

Your hands began to massage his tense shoulders. He groaned in responds to that. He turned to his laptop again and saved.

„Alrighty“ he sighs „you ask, you shall receive“ he closed his laptop and turned around with his chair. You smiled down on him. He wrapped his arms around your middle and buried his head in your stomach, you chuckled „and what’s this?“ you ask, placing your hands on his shoulder once again.

„Don’t know but you’re comfy“ you brush through his hair before getting out of his grip „come on it’s even more comfy in bed“ you said as you walked over and plopped yourself down on the bed.

He pouted, but quickly turned off the desk light and followed you, Tackling you down with him. He was on top of you face buried in your neck. You laughed „Ji, what are you doing?“.

„Your beautiful you know that?“ he says while coming up from your neck. You just locked at him, slight shock in your eyes „I-” „I mean it“ he looked so serious.

His eyes wander from yours down to your lips, but quickly go back up to your eyes. You smiled, locking your hands behind his neck.

„Your pretty beautiful yourself“ he smiled hard at that.

It was silent for a while, just you and him staring so lovingly into each others eyes. Your eyes landed on his lips, and you leaned forward connecting your lips in a gentle kiss, which he eagerly returned.

Just when you were about to part, he pulled you back in for a more intense kiss.

When you parted you were both breathing slightly harder. But both smiling ear to ear.

„That was … amazing“ he panted out.

You only laughed and nodded at that.

„So I take it that you love me too?“ he asks.

You chuckled „ yes, ji I love you“

„God I waited so long for this“ he said before kissing you again.

-yumiknows

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aka-indulgence · 8 months ago

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Imminent Threat: Baby Pictures Confirmed!

I was bitten by the inspiration bug and I do love this idea a lot, heheh…

Wanna see what happens if HT!Sans catches a glimpse of your baby pictures?

(HT!Sans x Female!Reader)

(No warnings just be prepared for silly, fluff, and cute (aggression))

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Sans twiddles his thumbs, watching you leave with the dishes into the kitchen. Your parents had forbidden him from doing the dishes.

“You made us this wonderful meal! It’s her turn on the chores anyway,”

“What! I come home to see you and you’re just making me do chores?”

“Yes! It’s to catch up on all the chores you missed these past few months! Hahahah!”

He turned to you and whispered a pathetic little “sorry,” but you waved him off.

“It’s ok, I’m used to it. Might as well treat them since I can’t cook like you, right? Keep them company.”

So here he was, sitting on the table, feeling like he was going to expel the meal he just ate, watching your parents wipe their lips with tissue like they were about to interrogate him.

“So, how’s living with (Y/n) like?”

“good.” no no. too fast. talk more. “she…… she’s nice.”

nice? is that all i have to say about her?

“Ah. That’s good to hear,” your dad replies, taking a sip of tea from a mug.

…

i guess if i said the other things i thought of her, they’d probably want to take her away from me.

“Hey, I hope she’s more active than how she used to be. She used to stay home for days, and we’d have to remind her to go outside and get some sun!” Your mom chortles, and Sans rubs the back of his neck.

“a… actually… she’s the one that wants to leave the house now. i don’t… like leaving. the house is nicer.” Sans forces a grin, but he can’t tell if it’s coming off as awkward or spine-chillingly horrifying.

He can’t gauge how your parents reacted. Your dad smirked, and your mom tilted her head. What does that mean? Do they not approve? Sans usually prides himself in being able to read people like a book- even after the head injury. But his skull is full of thoughts.

“I imagine you’d have to stay at home to hone that cooking skill, then?” Your mom offered, “that stew was amazing! The blend of herbs and spices, the broth wasn’t too thick or thin, and the meat was cooked to perfection…”

Your dad chuckles. “I don’t know about cooking as much as my wife does, but I’ll tell you what, that’s one hell of a stew you’ve got. You could probably start a restaurant,”

“heh… heh you think?” His grin turns more genuine as his cheeks turn a tinge of dark blue.

“How did you learn to cook so well, Sans? Did you go to culinary school?” Your mom pries.

“oh… no actually, i learnt it all myself,” Sans explains, “back in the underground we didn’t have much to go on but we didn’t want to eat something completely tasteless so i learnt how to make things taste good with what we had…”

Sans realizes too late that maybe he brought up the underground a bit too casually, because all of a sudden your mom looks stricken with guilt, and your dad looks awfully uncomfortable.

“O-oh, I’m so sorry Sans, I didn’t mean to…”

“no no. i-i brought it up, you don’t have to apologize,”

Is he smiling too much? Should he be frowning? Wait hold on he’s looking at your mom too much, he should look at your dad now. Oh he’s looking away…

Why was he so bad at this? He’s relied on looking scary and stopping everyone from trying to talk to him. B-but he likes your parents, they’re nice, some of the few humans that actually look past his scary face and see him as… sort of harmless?

Your dad broke the silence.

“Yes, I’ve always tried to make the most of my meals. Like when I have crumbs I’d toss them near the anthill we used to have in the backyard. Hahah, one time when (Y/n) was very little she saw me throw breadcrumbs and asked me what I was doing. I told her I was feeding the ants, and she must have been really impressed with that idea… because,”

Your dad got into a fit of giggles, and Sans perks up.

“Tch… hih! Because the next day I found her standing in front of the anthill… with bread on top of it. Whole wheat, whole bread slice. I asked her what she was doing! And she said ‘I’m feeding the ants!’ She looked so proud I had to take a picture of her! I think I have it on my phone,”

Sans mouth opens. He all but quaked in his chair, having to physically restrain from grabbing your dad’s phone.

“m-m…” Sans coughs trying to regain composure, “may i see it,”

“On it, just… give me a sec…” Sans watched as your dad scrolled and scrolled, until…

“Found it,”

He turned his phone around.

There you were, no older than 3, in a little bucket hat, sleeveless shirt and shorts, with tiny flip flops. You had a bright, sunshine smile on your face, and humorously… a slice of bread sitting amidst the grass and dirt just a foot or two away from you.

Sans’ eyelights shrinks, his grin gone. Carefully, he takes the phone out of your dad’s hands and zooms in on your face. You had dimples in your cheeks, and they… they looked so plump like little squishballs. Your eyes were round and sparkled in the sun. His hands shook.

He must’ve looked unhinged.

“What do you think?” Your mom asked.

“sh…… she’s so small……” Sans breaths, then swallows, turning to your dad. “d… d’you… do you have more…?”

Your dad snorts, his arms crossed. “‘Do you have more’ he says,” he scoffs. “Kid, we have an entire baby album.”

****

You tuned out of the conversation in the kitchen, earphones plugging your ears, a tried and true ‘dish washing’ playlist playing as your background music. It was a nice break. You’re happy to see your parents again, but they can be a bit overbearing at times… ask Sans odd questions about monsters, sometimes mention how tiny you look next to your boyfriend (which had Sans hiding his face… they thought he was offended but he was mortified, worried your parents were hinting at how he was like with you in private).

Though you certainly didn’t miss doing chores back home, you did see it as a bit of a reprieve.

But then over the music, you heard laughter… loud laughter. It didn’t sound like your dad. And Sans doesn’t usually laugh that hard. It started soft at first but it got louder and louder, until you were sure that was Sans. What were they doing to him? It almost sounded like they found his most ticklish bone and was torturing him with him.

A laugh startled you so bad you almost dropped a clean plate onto the floor. You took off an earphone just in time for your mom to walk in.

“Hi dear, this is your dad’s, he’s finished his tea. You don’t have to wash it if you don’t want to…”

“Yea, ok-” you say, distracted and looking over your mom’s shoulder as if you could see what was causing all the ruckus. “What is happening???”

“Oh,” your mom laughed, “Sans is such a sweet, delightful monster. Your dad’s showing him your baby pictures-”

“Excuse me my WHAT?!!”

You threw the gloves onto the sink counter, washed your hands hastily, and yanked the other earphone off, tossing them haphazardly into a pocket. Tripping over your feet to sprint into the room, though you realize you’re too late.

Sans is vibrating on the sofa, having migrated from the table it seems. His eyelight was blown wide, the widest you’ve seen it, glued to the open book in front of him. Your dad flipped a page, looking unaware of the murderous skeleton next to him.

“And here… oh this was on a trip to the beach. She’d gotten scared of water because of a wave too big had brought her out from shore and her legs couldn’t reach the sand. It wasn’t out to sea or anything, but when you’re that small it must’ve been scary. But the hotel had a pool and I couldn’t have my daughter stay afraid of water… this was after a fun session of swimming in floaties and being swung into the pool.”

“ah… HAHAHAH! bright… orange…!”

It was clear to you now. Sans wasn’t laughing from something funny. He was overjoyed. So overjoyed he can’t contain it in himself that he just bursts with it. His eyelights warbled. They looked like hearts shimmering under a running river.

You grabbed your head in despair. “No, no no- what have you done!”

Your dad had looked up immediately, while Sans’ didn’t, holding onto the album. Though… his grin had twisted into something dark.

Dad took a photo out, the one he was just explaining: a picture of you laughing in orange floaties, floral swimwear, carried by your dad in a clear blue pool, looking up at the camera. The sides of the picture were slightly yellow.

“Do you remember this, poppy? It’s weird to think you were ever scared of water now… it’s hard to stop you from swimming, nowadays,”

You can’t help but smile in your heart a little. It brought back happy memories of travelling with your parents when you were little.

Unfortunately, there are far more pressing matters at the moment.

“No, wait, dad… what did you do?”

“What?”

“You… you showed Sans my baby pictures?”

“Baby and toddler pictures,” your dad corrected. “Also there’s no need to be embarrassed, I feel like it’s a right of passage to have your baby pictures shown to your significant other by your parents.”

“No, I’m not embarrassed,” you shake your hands helplessly, “it’s just… Sans is gonna kill me,”

There was an incident, almost a year ago now. You were shuffling through some things you found in a box you never unpacked… at the bottom you found a polaroid of you rolled up in a baby blue blanket and, admittedly, looking pretty darned cute.

You showed it to Sans, innocently. It’s cute, you can admit it, and you knew Sans would appreciate it.

Oh how naive you were.

He held the picture, stared at it. Was at a loss for words, though he kept trying to form them helplessly, bringing it close to his face like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Then he muttered.

“b… baby…… b… baby…”

Then he went crazy. Picking you up, not listening to your protests- usually when Sans gets in a cuddly mood he ignores your complaints but that time, it was like he really couldn’t hear you. His pupil was blown wide and constantly shifted from heart to circle. He squashed you in bed, smooshed your cheeks, kissed you until you were gasping for breath- you don’t even think it’s a sexual thing, he was just overcome with cute aggression!

It wasn’t a one time thing either. Carelessly, you’d leave the picture propped up on the window as a cute memento aesthetic… thing, maybe, but every time Sans looked at the picture too long, he’d get into his violent cuddly moods and kidnap you to the bedroom to squish you. Eventually you had to hide it to avoid inducing anymore ‘cute-induced murderous rage’ in him.

And your parents just opened pandora’s box for you.

Your brows furrow in worry as Sans looks up from the album to you, his eyelight tightening into just a fraction of what it was before, zeroing in on you. His grin was wide and deranged. He chuckled, a low, threatening sound.

“heh heh… i’m going to crush you.”

#aka writing #ht!sans #sans x reader #i need to fix the x reader tags someday #jsdjggf #childhood stories are sourced from Me #disclaimer: no actual imminent threat #just get squashed by sans #lol

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voltronisanobsession · 1 year ago

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Hi! It's me again, I was wondering if I could ask a Derek hale x sister! Reader where since the hale fire the reader stop talking to anyone but only her siblings (like laura, Derek and cora) and one day the pack come in to derek's loft and saw reader whispering to Derek a d they ate shocked because even at school she never speak but as soon as she saw them she stop speaking/whispering to him. So the pack always try to make her speak by speaking to her or asking her things but reader either sigh or growl but never speak to them even though they're her pack because she's afraid that they'll die once she will start being friendly with tem, sos some people of the pack start getting frustrated and stiles or someone else make a comment about her being mut or thinking that she was mute and Derek her big brother stand up for her. Please and sorry it's so so long.

Derek defending Reader b/c of their Quietness

UGH YES LOVE THIS🦅🦅🦅 it’s not long bro, don’t even worry about it, I love writing for teen wolf teehee

Idk if I did you justice but I hope you enjoy this!!

Derek is SUPER protective of you, like it’s not even funny😭

Since you’re with your older brother most of the time, the pack has gotten used to your presence and silence, yet were always so curious to know more about you!

But whenever they’ve come across you, whether it be at school, walking down a street, or even when fighting, you never say a peep to any of them

They obviously know that you somewhat care for them with all the times you’ve saved their asses from trouble, but you’re just so quiet that it’s hard to form a connection with you

I don’t think they’ve actually heard your voice besides from the occasion sigh or chuckle you would let out whenever someone said something funny

At one point they all just assumed you were mute until they one day unexpectedly dropped by Derek’s studio when they hear faint talking from outside his door

Of course they hear Derek’s deep voice, but they also hear a new voice as well

This once is much softer, yet filled with life as they heard the joyful laughing of this unknown person

Stiles being Stiles, homeboy just barges in to see who this new person only to see the surprised faces of you and your brother

“You can talk?!” Is definitely the first thing this dude would say

Your mouth is glued shut at the question and before the group can begin interrogating you, Derek steps in to separate you all

Since then, the group (mostly stiles tho) would try and make you talk

Whether it be about the most random things, they are always in some way waiting for your response

I think Allison would be the one in the pack to understand your hesitance of forming a connection with them because of your terrible pst

She understands your boundaries and only converses with you when it’s only the two of you

Allison doesn’t let her surprise how on her face you you laugh at a joke she offhandedly said to make you feel comfortable

She’s the only one you would actually talk to in private, allowing her to take a place in your heart with how many times she’s saved you, and made you laugh

Scott doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable by any means, but sometimes the silence between you both makes him feel awkward

He definitely bugs Derek about it though. Because of how much he asks about it, Derek does fold at one point and reveals why you never speak around them

Scott sees you in a different light at the knowledge of you scared of forming relationships with them, but he doesn’t treat you any differently

He’s learned to embrace the silence and calmness you bring, throwing smiles towards you every now and then when you guys make eye contact

Lydia and Stiles are more of the pushy types, always bothering you about why you don’t talk

Lydia learns to just let I go though after the first few times she tries talking to you

She doesn’t wanna waste her breath when you won’t even respond to a yes or no question😭 you usually communicate with her with your eyes or by nodding your head

Stiles on the other hand won’t let go of it

He’s always asking you questions, waiting for a response before babbling about something else

There are times that he asks sensitive questions which he knows is wrong and insensitive of him but he just wants to hear you speak again

I think we all know how stiles is, pushing someone’s else’s limits until they actually do so emerging to him to him shut up💀

I think Scott might reveal a little about you to Stiles because of how annoying he’s gotten about the subject

Stiles actually gets fed up one random day tho after the group almost gets killed because of your reluctance to communicate with them, making an off handed, and lowkey insulting, comment towards you

“What, are you finally gonna speak at our funerals when one of us dies? There won’t really be a point in doing so though.”

Might not seem like much, but for you, your heart breaks at that

He will admit it’s not his proudest moment

The second the comment leaves his mouth tho, Derek is slamming the younger boy against a way and giving him the death stare

Everyone gasps at the sound of Stiles hitting the wall

Scott tries to make Derek let go, but Stiles was talking shit to his younger sibling and he’s not gonna take that

You quickly walk over though, resting a hand on his arm

Everyone is supposed, even Derek, when you speak

“It’s ok Derek, let him go.”

After a moment of hesitation, Derek lets Stiles go, not before threatening to rip his head off if her ever speaks to you like that

Once he’s backed off, you look to Stiles, eyes filled with hurt and anger

“Are you happy now Stiles?”

And boom, you angrily walk away leaving everyone tense, Allison chasing after you

I think this’ll have a more emotional affect on you because this dude basically forced you to kinda relive a trauma you’ve grown to have

He destroyed the coping mechanism you had, which was keeping to yourself in silence

But maybe this was the push you needed. Maybe you needed someone to break you out of this shell you were in.

It was a difficult and scary process for you, but with the support of Derek and Allison, you slowly began speaking more

Starting with small comments, everyone gave you time and space to go at your own pace when talking with you

I think you would have a stutter because of your limited amount of contact you’ve had with other people throughout the years

So the pack patiently as you get out the words and sentences you stumble on occasionally

They don’t make fun of it, but instead encourage you to continue, especially if you get frustrated when you can’t get out a specific word

They are also there to remind you that they’re always going to be there for you, and that they won’t ever leave you💔

You appreciate so much because that’s been your number one fear ever since the fire that happened all those years ago

While at first things were still awkward with you and Stiles, he apologized the second you guys were alone

He’s super sincere and remorse full of the way he treated you. You accept his apology, but not without giving him the classic Hale threat if he ever does it again🤭

Derek is still super protective of you and always reminds you to not push yourself

You honestly love and appreciate him for that, and often remind him how much you appreciate him

Cora, if she’s visiting, would be surprised to hear you talking freely now. While she gives Stiles the stink eye at hearing how it all happened, she’s lowkey happy that you’ve finally broken from your chains of doubt

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ryanmarshallryan · 11 months ago

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I've been having a lot more people reach out about the vore stories I write, so thought I'd throw it out there if anyone wants to donate to help me have more time to write stories, or likes my style and wants to commission something let me know over dm!

I usually write thinking from a prey perspective, but was feeling hungry after eating salads for a month and switched to pred for this story.

DIET BACKFIRED

I love my weight. I think my belly looks great on me. When I see those old statues of historical figures with dad bods I see myself and love it. But after gaining 25 pounds in a few months from stress, I decided to try out a diet for a bit, just to be cautious of my health. Man, it was hard. And this morning my hunger took control.

I was preparing a salad, heated up some chicken to mix in, sprinkled in some shredded cheese, spinach, lettuce, cucumber, tomato and such. All I could think about was how wonderful it would feel to have a full belly again. Not just feeling satisfied, but pigging out and shoving as much down my maw as possible. Feeling the gainer bug while also trying to diet was not going to work for me. I tore through my cabinet to find an old box of cookies. I opened the box, came to my senses and closed it, then decided I didn’t care and ate the remainder in one sitting. To try to slow myself down and tire out my palette, I tried to eat a bunch of lettuce, but then added a bunch of croutons and snacks without thinking. I still felt hungry, but just left the kitchen to stop myself.

Later, I hung out with my work-out buddy, Max, and vented about my hunger, “I’m still eating a lot! Just replacing chips with a lot of low fat snacks. So if the quantity of food I’m eating is the same, why am I always feeling sooooo hungry? Ugh.”

“Bro, sounds like you need a cheat day. But, hey, if you’re stressed about having too much high fat food, I can help you eat big while still holding back on the chips.”

“Well it can be helpful to sit with the feeling for a while. So if you start feeling hungry, write down exactly what you are craving and what that feels like. By the time you are done writing it out, if you’re still hungry for it… go for it. If the feeling passes, then move on,” Max continued.

“I’m sure we could try it, but I don’t see how much of a difference it’ll make.” I replied. I knew Max worked as some sort of private personal trainer or something on the side, so I felt inclined to believe him, but my stomach was doubtful.

After our workout, we visited a smoothie place and got large chocolate banana protein smoothies (after writing out what I was craving and waiting a moment before deciding to go through with it). I sucked mine down so fast I got a mild brain freeze.

“So how are you feeling? Hungry for another one?” Max asked, playfully placing a hand on my gut and giving it a quick rub.

“Ugh, I would totally go for a burger and fries right now… no, onion rings… actually both,” I replied, as Max handed me a notepad and pen. I wrote down the menu in my mind and thought about how it can be nice to feel so full without another care in the world.

“It’s been a few minutes… still hungry?” Max said with a sly smile.

“What do you think?” I asked him, lifting my gym shirt up to reveal my hairy belly, which gave a perfectly timed gurgle.

Max drove to my favorite burger joint and ordered a few meals and insisted on paying “This is my idea, don’t worry about it… for science!”

After downing two large burgers, a full bag of onion rings and a couple sides of fries, plus an apple that came with Max’s meal that he was too full to finish, I sat with my gut extended out in front of me.

Max leaned over to me, pulled my shirt up over my belly and patted it with his closed fist as if knocking at a door, “So how are you doing, hungry guy?” He put his ear to my side and listened intently to the stomach gurgles, occasionally making sounds of “Mmm,” “Yes, I see,” “Interesting.” I couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the absurdity of Max speaking to my belly.

“What’s so funny about listening to your gut? Intuitive eating is no joke,” Max said with a joking smile, “What is your stomach telling you?”

I thought for a moment, grabbed the notepad and wrote down ‘Though I should be full and done eating… Ice cream would hit the spot right now… Surely that would fill me up, and fill the void the low fat snacks have opened.’ I handed Max the written note.

Max looked from my belly to my eyes with a poker face, “I know just the place.”

In a few minutes we rolled up to Max’s apartment. Inside he pulled out some pints of cookies and cream ice cream and some mint chocolate chip. He handed me a spoon and opened the containers and sat across from me.

“Do you want me to get a bowl?” I asked.

“Nah. Try to intuitively eat. Just eat until your body feels done.”

“So… eat until there’s a nationwide ice cream shortage?”

Max threw his head back laughing, “If we get to that point, maybe we’ll pivot to a new tactic, but for now, feel free to eat as much as you want.” He looked endearingly into my eyes, and I felt my gut rumble, whether by digestion or hunger, or both, I couldn’t discern.

As I scooped down ice cream, we chatted about hunger, about scarcity mindset when it comes to food, and he told me some interesting facts about digestion and how to make room in one's stomach faster than normal by laying on the left side.

“Is this the stuff people need to know for your personal training work and such?” I asked.

“Personal training stuff?” Max gave a look of puzzlement then laughed, “I think I said that sarcastically a while back. A few guys pay me to help them gain weight and eat big. So sort of a personal trainer, but kind of the opposite effect that most would expect.”

“Ohhh, this tactic makes a bit more sense now,” I replied, continuing to eat the ice cream.

“Well, I thought if I encouraged you to experience the ability to eat as much as you want without restriction, you’ll realize that you don’t have to eat everything. It sounds like you are always hungry, because you are always denying that you want food.”

“Hmm, I suppose that’s true,” I went to scoop up more ice cream then realized I’d eaten all of it.

“How are you feeling?” Max asked, rubbing the top of my belly.

I felt a grumble deep in my stomach.”I can definitely feel my belly full of food, but I also could definitely do the whole thing all over again.”

Max considered me for a moment, then started listing off some random digestion facts again. He put his head on my stomach again, lifted my shirt off my body, listened again, took his hands and gently opened my mouth wide and peered down my throat, until I started laughing and he couldn't hold my mouth open.

“What are you doing? You think my stomach is gonna speak back to you in English?” I joked.

“No… but I wonder if I could better understand your hunger if I could better see inside your gut. Hmmm, maybe even just peering down your esophagus…”

“Don’t you need a fancy scope for that or something?”

“Not if you’re willing to relax your throat for a moment…” Max said. I shrugged, and he straddled my lap and shoved his head into my mouth. I could feel his energetic breathing against my tongue and wondered how on earth he could see anything down my throat with his head blocking light from the outside.

I heard a muffled “I’d like to see a bit further…” and felt him push his whole body forward into me. His shoulders shoved their way into my maw and stretched my jaw wide like an opera singer. I choked a little bit feeling his scratchy hair make contact with my uvula and the bottom of my tongue. I reflexively closed my lips over his skin and swallowed as the hair and breath tickled my maw. I realized that my peristalsis must have taken a bit of control, because I was surprised to see that I was looking down at his lower back with his arms pinned to his sides. I felt his nipples and pectoral muscles sliding against my tongue and felt his head squeezed tightly through my lower esophagus. What was going on? Though the sensation was filling me with dopamine and adrenaline, I realized that somehow my body was getting ready to eat a whole human, so I mentally prepared myself to try and regurgitate him. But instead I felt him force himself deeper into my throat, as his feet pushed off against the floor, and his upper torso wriggled and squirmed to slide deeper into me. I felt a sloshing in my gut, and heard a muffled intake of air and the continuation of more digestion facts being spewed out of Max’s ever curious mind obsessed with digestion.

Since Max seemed so intent on getting inside my stomach, and I knew I would need to breathe soon, I decided to help him out. I lifted his legs up over my head and felt gravity pulling him down my throat. I pulled his gym shorts and such off him and felt the interesting texture of his little belly over his abs, mixed with gym sweat and belly hair, felt past his hard on and groin, and his thick thighs as they all passed over my tongue and against my soft palate. My stomach finally began to feel full, as it sloshed with its soupy contents of dinner encasing Max’s squirming upper body. I knew Max’s hands had been freed from the tight grip of my esophagus as my inner stomach felt a peculiar tickling sensation with Max rubbing it from the inside. I felt him poke around and heard his muffled casual observations about my stomach.

I felt Max’s muscles seize up as he put his legs together tightly and let them slide easily down my throat. I felt his cold feet tickle my tongue, uvula and esophagus until they finally plopped into my stomach and I felt my throat open enough for me to exhale and breathe in more oxygen finally.

I took a few moments to gather my thoughts and catch my breath, feeling Max move around and curl up into a ball inside my tight stomach. I looked down to see the bulge his head made toward the top of my belly, with other odd bumps sticking out that I assumed were his knees and feet pressing up against my stomach walls. I felt his clammy hands push up against my stomach as he surveyed his new situation.

“Max, I forgot to write this craving down first.” I said, jokingly.

“Don’t worry I already did!” I heard him shout back, hearing it almost come up through my own throat. I stared in confusion at the opened notepad next to me and flipped to the last written note that read ‘Ice cream and everything else isn’t satisfying enough. Maybe eating me will do the trick. - Max’

My belly gurgled in surprise, “You planned for me to eat you?”

“I did shove myself down your throat, didn’t I?”

“But why would you -”

“Hey you didn’t try and stop me, bud,” he replied. I felt a pat against my belly, and shivered a little bit.

“Yeah, but I thought you just wanted to glance inside, but you wriggled in deeper!”

“Are you mad that I did?” Max asked. I felt him shifting his weight inside my gut and resting into me.

I considered the events of the night. I had really craved a day to just eat all I wanted, and Max gave all that to me and more. Even though I definitely didn’t expect him to force his way onto the menu, my belly felt much more satiated than it had been. “... I’m not mad at you… just want to make sure you know what you’re getting into… but I do have a confession.”

“What is it?” Max asked, shifting around and pressing his head up against the place where my hand was resting on my belly.

“I could go for some orange sherbert right now… I think your diet tactic failed.” My stomach added a large grumble and groan in agreement.

“Failed for you, maybe. But I’m cozy!” Max tried to stretch out a bit and I watched my stomach bulges shift in a funny manner, and felt my belly tighten and knead Max in response. “Plus, I think I figured out why you’ve been so hungry lately.”

“And what have you discovered?”

“That you should have eaten me ages ago! Once I’m digested into belly fat you’ll have more energy stored in your cells for longer, so you won’t be as hungry all the time! It’s simple science,” Max replied matter of factly.

“I’m not sure that science is sound, but as long as you’re happy, I’m fat and happy.”

“If you don’t think the science is sound, maybe you ought to repeat the experiment. Have a cheat day every once in a while,” Max replied, as he curled into a tight ball again and let my stomach relax and get to work over him. “I know I’ve been seeing that cute guy at the gym drooling over your gut, you know, the one who always wears that green hat? I’m sure he’d love to be a part of your next cheat day once you’ve had enough of your salads and diet again.”

I enjoyed the peace of feeling Max getting comfortable deep in my gut. I took deep breaths and felt my diaphragm move Max around slightly as my chest expanded and contracted. “Maybe I’ll ask him. But I’ll leave it up to him whether he wants to take it as far as you did tonight.” I rubbed my belly and stared, mesmerized at the lumpy spots on my belly indicating Max’s body relaxing against my stomach walls. I felt his heartbeat in polyrhythm against mine, with his breathing patterns tickling my stomach walls. I tasted the lasting flavors of his skin on my tongue, mixed with ice cream and other sustenance I had downed throughout the evening. Good thing we worked out first, to balance out this sharp intake in calories. So I suppose even if I had a cheat day from my diet, eating a whole human balances out to be healthy, right?

#gayvore #male vore #m/m vore #fat

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giggly-squiggily · 2 months ago

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I would like to request Lee Draken. Doesn't matter the Ler.

Okay so- first of all: YES! I love this! Secondly: I had a Lee!Mitsuya prompt in here somewhere that was supposed to go with this one, alas Tumblr ate it. If you requested Lee!Mitsuya, just imagine that ask is in this one ajreajkrjkelrjkeajk

CW: Some swearing, mention of blood (Nothing graphic)

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“Wait.” Mitsuya grabbed onto Draken before the taller boy, pulling him back and tugging at his shirt. “You have a hole.”

“I do?” That wasn’t a surprise, it was laundry day afterall. Still- he was sure he grabbed the most intact t-shirt of the bunch before going on a snack run. “How noticeable is it?”

“Not too bad, but it’s gonna bug me all day if I don’t fix it.” The sound of a case opening filled the space between them, followed by more tugging. “I have a needle, so hold still.”

“Needles aren’t new to me.” He tapped on his temple with a grin, his dragon tattoo on full display. “A poke from yours isn’t gonna kill me.”

“Who knows- I could be the evil witch from Sleeping Beauty. One prick and you’ll die.”

“Didn’t she go into a coma or something?”

“Probably- stop squirming, you’re messing up my stitch.” Mitsuya nudged him when Draken tried turning to look. “You’re gonna make a bigger hole!”

“That’s what she said.” Draken laughed, yelping when the needle poked his skin. “Ow!”

“I told you not to move!” Mitsuya finished the last stitch, tugging at the fabric and nodding in satisfaction. Breaking off the thread, he lifted Draken’s shirt to check the damage from the needle. “You’re bleeding.”

“Oh no- I’m slowly losing consciousness..” Draken swayed some like he was gonna faint, snickering at the swat at his back. “Quick, call Emma- I’ll need her to wake up!”

“I’m gonna bury you in the sand.” Another case opened- just how many of those things did Mitsuya have? “Hang on- lemme clean it.”

“It’s not that serious. I’ve had way wo-orse!” The blonde jerked, shivering all over. “Oi, ca-areful!”

“Don’t be a baby- it’s just disinfectant.” Mitsuya wiped at his wound around his hip, pressing in some. “What happened to all that bravo earlier? Didn’t you say it wouldn’t hurt-” He blinked. “Oh.”

“Shut it! I’ll do it myself-” Draken twitched again when Mitsuya dragged the wipe against his skin. “Stop!”

“You stop! The more you move the more I have to clean!” Hands gripped his hip, squeezing sharply and making him spasm with a chortle. “Now stay.”

“You’re doing th-is on puhuuhrpose!” Giggles escaped. More so when the hand on his hip squeezed continuously. “Yohohohou knohohow it tihihihckles!”

“Like I said, I’m cleaning it.” A half truth- the prick wasn’t even that bad. Okay fine- maybe he was tickling with intention now.

Grinning like the bastard he was, Mitsuya tossed away his wipe and fully gripped Draken’s hips, wiggling his fingers as he squeezed. Mindful not to press into the actual injury, he watched Draken’s defenses crumble as he snorted and laughed. “Come on, big guy- if you can handle a needle prick, you can handle some tickles right?”

“Shiihihihit! Ahehhahahahah, yohoohhou son of a- gehahahhahat ahahahway!” Running was futile- Mitsuya hung onto him like Mikey during a clingy day, unyielding in his tortuous game. “I swhehahahr I’ll kihiihhick yohoohohur ahahhhass!”

“Do it then.”

“Doohohon’t plahahahy wihihihith meheheeh, Mihihihits!”

“Yuh-huh, sure.”

That was it. Play time was OVER. With a harsh twist, he was free of Mitsuya’s hands, facing the shorter man with a scary look. “Mitsuya..”

“Oooh so scary! I’ve known you forever, Draken; that scary look is useless on me.” Still- the grey haired teen found himself backing up, smiling nervously at the approaching man. “Be nice- I fixed your shirt.”

Within seconds, Draken attacked. Maybe Mitsuya didn’t wanna run, or Draken was just extra strong when he was pissed. Either way- he had him in an armlock, his grip just tight enough to keep him there without actually hurting him. “Wow- If this is how you thank someone for fixing your clothes, I’m gonna start cutting holes into all your things!”

“Sorry- thanks for the fix. I appreciate it.” Draken brought his free hand down, gripping Mitsuya’s side and making him gasp. “Now I’m gonna get you back for tickling me.”

“Whohoha, wahhahahit! Hohohohld ohohon! Aheahhahaha, yohohou know it whahhasn’t ihiihntentiihiihonal!”

“Yuh-huh. Sure.” Draken chided, throwing his words back in his face. “That’s why you latched your dirty little paws onto me. Totally not intentional.”

“My hahahhands are nohohohot dihihihirthy! Ehehahhahah! Ohohohokay, ohohohkay fihihine! I dihihihd it ohoohn puhuhurpose! It wahhahas fuhuhunny!” Mitsuya thrashed in his arms, a reluctant smile blooming across his blushing cheeks as he tried lowering himself to the ground. “Cohohohme ohohohon, Drahahhahaken!”

“Oh, look at that! Who’s laughing now?” Draken gave up on holding his arm as he hoisted him up and over his shoulder, digging all ten fingers into his belly and hips. “Come on- scream my name! I wanna hear you beg!”

“Gehahahahha! Ahehahahahaha! Nohohohohohoho! Stahhahap ihihiht- puhuhuhuhut me dohhoho-AHH!” The grey haired teen let out a shriek when Draken started spinning, disoriented briefly. “FIHIIHNE FIHIHINE I’M SAHHAHRRY NOW STAHHAHP! PLEAHHAHAHSE!”

“Pfft- fine, fine. Don’t want you getting sick.” He lowered Mitsuya back down, evading the punch he swung at him with a snort. “Weak! What the hell was that?”

“Nehehext time I’m kicking you in the nuhuhuts!” He tried to sound angry, but he was laughing just as much, both from the tickling and the ridiculousness of it all. “Ugh, my heheahd hurts..”

“Need to sit down?” Draken’s hand was on his back, steadying him. Mitsuya started to wave him off but then changed his mind, leaning into his friend. “Sorry- that was way too much.”

“Don’t sweat it. It was fuhuhn..” Mitsuya closed his eyes, centering himself. When he opened them again, he found… “Draken, dude! How old is this shirt?”

Draken looked down at his hem, finding yet another hole. “Eh, old-old? I don’t keep tabs on these things.” He stepped back when Mitsuya glared at him, knowing exactly what was to come. “Don’t you dare…”

“Come here, Draken.” Mitsuysa growled, revenge dripping from those deadly fangs. “Let me fix it!” The two took off running, their laughter filling the streets once more.

Thanks for reading!

#TR #tickle #tickle fic #fluff #draken #mitsuya takashi #ken ryuguji #some lee!draken for the soul lols #switches all 'round lols #It's been a hot minute since I've written for TR but this was so fun!

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thinkingaboutbetterdays · 4 months ago

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not your typical family. ( donald davenport x reader )

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Since discovering the lab in the basement and the three teenagers living in it, you began to notice how often Donald would disappear when inspiration struck and wanted to try a new idea to invent or improve one of his many inventions. After two weeks of feeling like the mansion was getting colder and growing in size, you decided it was time to draw the line when he crept out of bed and went to the lab to work in the middle of the night.

When you followed him to the lab he was typing on the computer while the three teenagers slept peacefully in their soundproof capsules, and shook your head as you crossed your arms at your husband.

Donald shrieked when you cleared your throat and he flashed a grin when he saw you standing there, until he saw your expression and the raised eyebrow, and knew he was in trouble.

"Uh, hi, honey. What are you doing up?"

"My husband snuck out of our bed. It's nearly one in the morning...can't it wait?"

"Actually, it's pretty cool, you know that problem I've been having -" Donald cleared his throat when you lowered your arms with a sigh. "Yes, it can wait."

You approached him with a small smile, shaking your head. "I feel like I never see you anymore since the honeymoon and I went back to work." You placed your hands on his shoulders. "Can I at least go to sleep knowing you'll be there in the morning?"

"Absolutely." The smile that formed on your lips was brief. "Right after I fix the bug that's been affecting the trackers during missions. I know I made them strong enough to register any distance," He chuckled, "I mean, come on, it is me. And I'm brilliant."

You sighed as you walked out of the lab, ignoring his calls, and returned to bed. You kept your back turned to the door, avoiding staring at the clock as you struggled to fall asleep. You estimated it was over an hour when your husband returned to bed and pretended to be asleep, too angry and disappointed to talk it out at that moment.

The next day, however, you woke up feeling determined. When you returned home from work you weren't surprised to find Donald in the lab with the three teenagers. Adam was tossing food in the air, catching it in his mouth before he ate it. Chase was helping Donald with their latest project while Bree read a magazine you had bought her.

"Hey, you're back early." The brunette speedster noted.

Donald turned, eyebrows raising when he saw you entering the lab. "Hey, you're back early."

"I just said that." Bree shook her head.

"It sounds less squeaky when he said it." Adam mimicked her voice which led to Bree running toward him and crushing the chips he was eating. "Ha! It's less effort for me!"

You smiled softly at the eldest as he poured the broken chips into his mouth. There was one thing you admired most about Adam and it was his ability to remain positive.

"Is something wrong?"

You placed your bag on the back of a chair and turned to your husband with crossed arms. "I like to think I adapt pretty quickly. I did find a lab under our house after our honeymoon and freaked out a lot less than I should have."

Chase snorted, "You dated him for a year. I figure you were immune to anything weird by that point."

Bree and Adam nodded in agreement.

"Well, starting now, I refuse to adapt. I wrote a list of all the things that I want to change around here." You took the folded list from your bag and held it out to Donald who unfolded it as you sat down.

"Ooh." Bree moved to stand beside him as he read it, with her and Chase reading over his shoulders.

"Number one, get rid of the mirror room." He immediately lifted his head, frowning. "Aw! But it's a room full of me! How can you get rid of it?"

"Does this mean I get my own room?" The three teens asked at the same time.

"I was thinking of turning it into an office so I can work from home. The drive is longer since I moved across town. Not complaining." You looked at Adam who smiled, returning it, before looking at your husband. "But I want to spend more time here."

Donald nodded, "Deal."

"We can clear another room -"

"I already said deal, it's over." Donald interrupted Bree who groaned, moving to slouch in a chair next to you.

Donald continued to read the list, nodding along until he reached number fifteen. "That is not true. I do not sneak off."

"Yes, you do."

"Name one time."

You tapped your right index finger against your left fingers as you listed three instances where he snuck off to the lab. "Last night for two hours. Dinner two days ago. And this morning I turned around for a kiss goodbye and you were already gone. We haven't spent much time together since we got back from the honeymoon. And I know you're busy working, but it would be nice to spend time together and not worry about you rushing off. All I'm asking is for an hour, two tops. Is that so bad?"

"Wait, you want to spend more time with him?" Bree turned to you, glancing between you and Donald, nose scrunching. "Seriously?"

Donald pressed his lips together as he met her gaze and shook his head as he said, "Of course not, honey. I'm sorry. From now on, we'll spend more time together. Starting tonight. Let's go out for dinner."

You smiled softly, seeing how genuinely apologetic he was. "Really?"

Donald nodded, chuckling when you barrelled into him moments later, kissing his cheek. He turned to watch you leave the lab, excitedly talking about which dress to wear.

"I suggest performing an MRI or running blood tests."

Bree shook her head at her brother, putting a hand on Donald's shoulder. "What Chase means is you really lucked out. When you said you got married, I thought it was to an android you'd built. But a human who actually enjoys your company? You got lucky. Seriously. You have no idea."

"The odds were not favourable." Chase agreed.

Donald rolled his eyes, although there was a slight smile on his lips, knowing how highly they thought of you. While you were dating, he had endured countless remarks about your relationship, and until the day you found the lab, he knew they doubted your existence. You wanted the bionic teens to experience the ups and downs of high school, and Donald would never admit it, but you were starting to wear him down, and he was close to agreeing to send them to school. You had bonded with Bree and Adam quickly and listened patiently as Chase explained a complex theory, framing his qualifications and hanging them on the wall, much to the youngest delight. Donald had maintained a certain distance over the years, but he felt the shift between them all and knew they were finally becoming a family - all because of you.

"You can laugh about it while you do some chores." Donald picked up your bag, turning to the teenagers as they complained. "Hey, you want to live normal lives, right? So start cleaning. I want this house spotless." He stepped into the elevator with a grin. "I've got a date."

You were styling your hair when he entered the bedroom and smiled when he kissed your cheek. You set the styler on the desk when he rested his hands on your arms, thumbs soothingly swiping back and forth.

"You know I love you, right?"

"I love you too."

After kissing your head, he walked away to get changed for your date, and as you finished styling your hair, you thought about how you met, your first date, the wedding, the day you found the lab in the basement and every day since. It wasn't your typical family, but you loved them all the while.

As if sensing your thoughts, Donald walked out of the closet, buttoning up his jacket. "You want to bring them, don't you?"

You met his gaze with a smile, and he jokingly sighed before going downstairs to tell the three teenagers. It wasn't your first trip outside with them, but it would be the first time they got out of the car as you only went for ice cream now and then after dinner.

Later, as you wrapped a shawl around your shoulders, you led the way to the car as Donald briefed the three teens who were unable to suppress their matching grins or their inability to stand still from excitement.

"No glitching. That means no speed, no lasers, no Spike,"

You had seen Spike during dinner after Adam rubbed chicken over Chase's mouth, smearing it with sauce, and it was the first time you realized that while they looked like teenagers, they would always be different and sending them to high school would have to be handled delicately.

"If you do, I will use a tranquizer dart, and you will never see the sun again."

You smiled softly as you rested your hand in the crook of your husband's arm. "They'll be fine."

Donald sighed as you stood for a moment, watching the three bionic teens climb into the car. "Is my heart racing? I feel like the room is spinning."

"They'll be fine." You squeezed his arm with a smile. "Besides, I'll be there."

Donald nodded. "That's right. If Spike shows up I can use you as a shield."

You playfully pushed him away, and he tugged you back to his chest before you got far. He chuckled as he kissed your cheek, and you smiled as you leaned into him.

"We're hungry! Save the kissing for later when I won't throw up."

"She's a delight, isn't she?" Donald said sarcastically.

You giggled into his shoulder as you walked to the car. "Little angel."

That night, as you looked around the table at the three teens and your husband, you knew that while they couldn't be described as a typical family, you wouldn't have them any other way.

"She's doing it again."

Donald turned his head to look at you when Chase spoke, finding you were once again drifting into your thoughts, a small smile on your lips.

"You're not going to cry again, are you?" Bree asked, eyeing you warily.

You shook your head.

"Want a breadstick?" Adam held out one to you, and you took it. Chase shook his head at him. "What? Food cheers me up."

"You're happy because we're spending time together?" Donald guessed. You nodded, taking a bite of the breadstick. He smiled softly, placing his arm around the back of your chair, and you leaned into his chest. "You're not going to happy cry, are you?"

You shook your head with a smile. The first time they had seen tears in your eyes, the four of them rapidly descended into panic. Adam had given you the first thing he could reach, and Bree raced to the lab to fetch Donald, who was working on a project with Chase.

You always got misty eyed when you thought of the family you had stumbled upon, literally, and you were thankful for it. Even if you freaked out the first couple of hours.

It wasn't a typical, ordinary family, but you wouldn't change them for the world.

"Okay, we need more breadsticks." Adam said seriously, eyes wide when he realised you were almost finished eating the one he gave you, and he had eaten the rest.

"It's not about the breadsticks." Donald met your gaze, "It's not, right?" You shook your head. "Do you want more?" When you nodded, he caught the attention of a waiter and ordered more.

You lifted your head and smiled at him. "Thank you." You kissed his cheek and rested your head on his shoulder, smiling softly as you watched the three siblings bicker and as he glanced around the table Donald realized you weren't thanking him for the breadsticks, but for the crazy family you had married into.

#donald davenport #donald davenport x reader #lab rats

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buggyboba · 9 months ago

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This Will Be The Day

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A/N: Hello yes, lesbian sword fight…that is all. The prompt is from this list; x. I listened to the RWBY soundtrack, and this is the result…it wasn’t going to be a sword fight in the beginning, but listen….The Master is a swordsman, ergo Missy is a swordsman, and Reader is well….reader, enjoy!~ This has been another episode of Buggy pulling from other media, but this time I haven’t actually listened to the masterful audio drama but shut up sword fight in a castle.

Also, someone please send help, I said it was going to be a drabble, it’s a whole ass short story….insert the babadook meme here ‘Why can’t you be normal’ ‘screaming’

Pairing | Missy x Fem!reader.

TW| I don’t think there is any real ones, please let me know if I missed any, there are petnames. SPOILERS FOR THE MASTERFUL AUDIO DRAMA.

Wordcount| 4000

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Things were quiet, which wasn’t terrible, but you knew a silent Missy was a dangerous one, as with her previous incarnation. So you slipped out of your room, checking the usual places that Missy would be. When you didn’t find her, you sighed and started towards the console room. As you entered the console room, so did she; only she was coming in the front through the tardis doors. The distinct smell of smoke from a fire hits your nose. Her usually pressed and perfect plum skirt was singed along the bottom and higher up; she had a bit of soot on her cheek.

You moved to go take her umbrella, gloves, and hat, putting them where they went. The umbrella in the umbrella rack, the hat on the hat rack, and the gloves on the little shelf nearby. After a moment, she walked over to put her jacket on the rack too. The smell of smoke was heavy; what did she do—skip through a bonfire or something?

“Nice stroll?” You grinned a bit. “Burn down any towns?” you teased, to which Missy raised an eyebrow, but then let a small little smirk escape.

“Only a little one; well, there are going to be a few; I may have accidentally started a teensy little wildfire.” She gave a slight chuckle.

“Missy! Accidently?” You sounded exasperated. “Why would you start a wildfire in Siberia?” you asked.

“Don’t worry, your pretty little head; while I was there, I thought, I haven’t taken you on a proper date lately,” she mused.

It was true, unfortunately. The last date you had got crashed by the Doctor and his companion, and the one before that, she took you to some really unsavory planet, where a plant almost ate you. Before that, it was 1940’s Paris. The one before that you were having dinner at a nice restaurant on Darillium, and Missy had taken you to see the singing towers, The Doctor and a woman had shown up but left you and Missy alone, and she made it a point to leave them alone. It was Christmas after all; that one wasn’t so bad, but still, needless to say, the last few dates had not been good; you both needed a good proper date. You looked at her and nodded. “Oh? Can I pick something this time?” you asked lightly. Missy seemed to think about it for a long time before she nodded.

“Oh! Okay!” you said excitedly, racking your brain. “I want a picnic,” you decided. Missy looked almost offended. Out of everything you could pick, you decided on a mundane picnic? All of time and space, and you wanted to sit on a blanket and eat sandwiches? You were not allowed to pick the date again, but she would give you that.

“What’s wrong with your face?” You asked, crossing your arms.

“A picnic, who do you think I am? The Doctor? A picnic,” she muttered.

“Yes, it would be nice to just sit down and relax, talk, and eat.” You spoke, trying to make your case for a picnic.

“We do that when we eat dinner together.” Missy pointed out as she stalked towards the console past you, leaving you following her. “Why would you want to eat outside, fighting off bugs and the elements for your food….I could always release bugs into the dining room.” She teased, and you made a face.

“You wouldn’t; you don’t like bugs, and you wouldn’t want them to escape into the tardis.” You said.

“Yes, that’s true, but what is your interest in picnics?” She mused, her icy eyes sliding over you.

“It’s romantic,” you said, nodding and leaning against the console next to her, watching Missy as Missy turned her attention back to the console.

“I could think of other romantic things to do that don’t involve picnics.” She mused. “More private things,” she trailed off.

“Mis! Fine, we have a picnic, but you pick the location; is that a fair compromise?” You asked softly, trying to find a middle ground. She was quiet for a few moments before she nodded.

“Deal,” she purred out. “Now go make the lunch... at least pack something good,” she said, her hand grazing your hip as she pushed you off the console.

“No, just because you said that, it’s going to be all jelly babies and crisps.” You laughed and moved away. You walked down the long hall, slipping into the kitchen. You immediately began taking out things to make simple sandwiches; you found some French bread, cheddar, and ham, and you found cream cheese and fruits. Which gave you an idea: you would make some sweet sandwiches and some savory ones.

You would bring some strawberries along, wondering if you could find chocolate to go with them. You really wanted to make this romantic; you knew Missy had a secret soft spot for romantics. Even if she would never admit it, let alone never show it publicly, there had been things she had done for you that made you believe she liked them. Well, it was that or she was using manipulation, but you chose to decide it wasn’t that.

She didn’t show love normally; it was more like a mix between a cat leaving presents and someone who was actually good at seduction. It was a mixed bag, but she kept things interesting. She was also very possessive when she brought you out for adventures; there were so many rules, and god forbid someone looked at you in a way she didn’t like. You had watched her disintegrate no less than six people this way, and she never mentioned it after it happened either.

You made quick work of making the food for the picnic, wrapping everything carefully, searching the kitchen for anything to carry it in, and for once, Missy’s tardis seemed to be on your side because you found the perfect picnic basket. You packed everything you needed. You even snuck in some wine and some jelly babies and crisps, so those would be the first things she pulled out when you sat down. You were pleased by your little joke.

You felt the rumble of the tardis moving; apparently, she had picked out a place. You heard her heels click by the kitchen, heading towards her room, no doubt to change. You should probably do that too; you wanted to look good for the date. You put the basket in the fridge just for now before quickly heading to your room to change into something comfortable since you were going to be outside, but something nice that Missy would be fine with being seen out in public with you. A nice little black summer dress and flats that you could walk in since you knew you would be carrying the picnic basket.

You finished up getting ready. You moved to go fetch the basket, bringing one of your blankets with you and moved to wait in the console room.

You heard the footfall, but no heels. You turned and blinked a few times, opening your mouth as you saw her. She wore a white ruffled top; the shoulders were still puffed but the sleeves were tight against her arms; she wore a pair of black pants; they were tight against her legs; she wore a black corset-like belt; she wore boots, but they weren't heeled. Her hair was pulled up, and a clip held it in a fanned-out ponytail. You had never seen her in anything else but her skirts; you didn't know she owned pants. She knew you were staring, and when you finally looked up to meet her eyes, she was smirking, making a motion with her mouth and hand to tell you to close your mouth as she walked past you to the console.

You closed your mouth and licked your lips subconsciously before you followed her a bit. “Should I put pants on?” That was the stupidest thing that could have slipped out of your mouth, but it was the only thing that wasn’t pining over her or questioning, How come you had never seen her in pants? And why was she so incredibly hot?

Missy snorted at your question, shaking her head. “Now now, my pet, I think your attire is fine. If I wanted you to change, I would tell you to do so, would I not?” She grinned a cat-like grin as she watched you open your mouth a few times to say something, but you shrugged and nodded instead.

“But, um, you usually...” You spoke and pointed a bit at her outfit.

“Something wrong, dove?” She asked, to which you shook your head, and you finally noticed the long black case she had brought with her.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“You know not to ask questions you don’t really want to know the answers to.” She smiled and poked your nose with her red-painted nail. You recoiled a bit and sighed. "Plus, I wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise,” she said with a self-satisfied grin. “You wanted a proper date; well, this will be better.” She gave a small nod, like she had picked the perfect location and had the perfect idea to elevate this silly little picnic you wanted her to go on with you.

You frowned a bit but nodded. You would just have to wait and hope whatever it was wasn’t bad, or part of some other plot to destroy the doctor, or take over Earth, or Mars, or whatever Missy decided she wanted to do. It was fascinating watching her plan and scheme because you never knew what you were getting; sometimes she could be playful, and then other times it was very much watching a whole different person working, the intricate planning, and just how brilliant she was. You hoped whatever this was was playful and fun; you really needed a good date.

You shifted the picnic basket and blanket before starting over towards the door. Missy followed after a sort of sway to her steps as if she were mentally rehearsing something; you didn’t question it. You opened the door and slipped out, pausing when you stepped out. It was not the picturesque setting you had hoped for; it was desolate and the sky was clear, but you could see so many stars and a rather large moon, maybe. You felt the air shift behind you. Missy stood behind you, leaning her chin on your shoulder as she looked up.

“Rather pretty, isn’t it?” She breathed into your ear, and you could feel her lips press against your neck before she walked past you. “Kiamet, or what is left of it, but the sky isn’t why we are here.” She moved to motion behind her tardis, which had disguised itself as a lone burned tree. You looked and paused when you saw a large, imposing black castle.

“Spooky,” you breathed out.

“Is it? Oh, come on, maybe there are ghosts, monsters, or Tim Curry in fishnets.” She chuckled and grabbed your hand, pulling you up the hill towards it. You kept up pretty well with her long strides.

“So why are we here for a spooky castle?” You asked her. Her grip on your wrist slid down, so she was holding your hand, but neither one of you acknowledged it.

“Adventure... and the courtyard is nice; we should have a few hours of peace.” She nodded once again. Her movements were swaying as she continued to practice something in her mind.

“A few hours of peace?” You asked lightly.

“Oh yeah, collapsing universe, a double paradox now that I am here, bit sticky, but if I’ve timed it right, we won’t run into them.” She grinned a bit.

“Them?” You breathed out, suddenly not so sure about any of this.

"Oh, the other me’s, long story, silly little play for lives, I am ever so naughty and really can't be trusted even by my selves...don't worry about it, pet.” She nodded, pushing the door open to allow you entry. The castle was decorated in all black. “Don’t mind the decorations; he is so dramatic.” Missy shook her head. “I would have added pops of color—some purples, more red.” She hummed as she led you past rooms; it was like she could feel your questions rising, and she looked over you, her eyes dancing across your features. "Oh, don’t worry about it too much, my dear; I am fairly sure we will have enough time…”

“Okay, one, who is he? Who’s castle is this?” You spoke quietly as you took in the decor; it was very heavy, black, with deep reds and flashes of gold. It felt cold; whoever owned it must be a real –

"Oh, technically mine,” she said. “Well, long story, past regenerations, an arse of a man,” she smirked. “Maybe you remember the short-lived Harold Saxon?”

“The ex-Prime Minster...” You asked, "Wait, you were the Prime Minister?" You shook your head in disbelief.

"Yes, I was incredibly charming, wasn’t I? I said all the right things. Well, I said some right things. Well, I mostly used high-grade, low-frequency mind control to suggest everyone vote for me, but I digress. Yes, you see, I had some adventures, and I was a bit of a naughty boy.” Missy grinned a bit in thought, looking around. “Killed the doctor, then called all my past regenerations here and didn’t invite me, which was so rude, and you know how I feel about manners.” Missy teased.

You were quiet for a few minutes, trying to think of what to say. You decided to skip over the fact that she said she killed the doctor and called previous regenerations, as fun as the thought could be, the implications that she had managed to kill the doctor as Saxon, and then called her past selves to celebrate. Well, not really celebrate; you remember her saying something earlier about stealing lives? and not being able to trust her past selves, paradoxes hurt your head, and you didn't know how Time Lords could handle remembering events during paradoxes.

“Well, I didn’t vote for you.” You smirked a bit watching her reaction; there seemed to be a few moments where she was deciding what to say to you. "Not my prime minister,” you teased in a playful manner.

“Now wait a minute.” She started. “I was pretty decent….did you not find me charming? You find me charming now.” She said, grabbing your arm a bit, slowing the pace of your walk.

“Well, now you are a gorgeous woman, not a baby-faced man.” You nodded.

“Babyfaced? Babyfaced?” She gave the most offended pout, her lips curled down, and an exaggerated frown. “Take that back,” she muttered a bit. You moved to keep walking, not knowing where you were going. “Hey! No, now, pet, you don’t get to walk away from that; only I’m allowed to be mean to my past selves,” she said.

“But, like you were, I mean, not my cup of tea, but you were a golden boy; everyone wanted you; at least that's how people were talking.” You laughed a bit. “Round babyface,” you doubled down, knowing it was a dangerous game, but it was thrilling to be able to tease her.

"Yeah, it was a bit round... None the less, you should say sorry, or I’ll have to punish you.” She grinned.

“You won’t; you like that I have some fight in me.” You replied. “I’m not a meek little thing; I bite.” You nodded softly.

"Yes, I suppose I do like the challenge, as long as you know your place at the end of the day.” She nodded, once again taking the lead and leading you out a large set of doors. You were once again outside; the courtyard was large; there was what looked like what used to be a fountain, but it had long since dried. You figured it might have been a beautiful courtyard at one point, so you decided to put the blanket down there, setting the basket down. You busied yourself fixing the blanket; there was a moment when you felt cold steel against the underside of your chin, forcing your gaze up. Slowly, you looked up, and you found yourself at the end of a rapier. Missy was staring at you with a stoic look until your eyes met, and a small smirk twitched at the corner of her mouth.

“W…what?” you asked. She let the blade tip trail down your throat slowly, not hard enough to hurt but definitely catching your attention as she lightly stopped prodding the middle of your chest, but slightly to your left where your heart sat. “Mis?” you asked.

“Get up.” She said firmly, there was almost a predatory growl at the end. You hurried to your feet as you felt her bump your hand with the hilt of another rapier. Your fingers curled around it, and the moment you took it, she gracefully moved away, spinning away and into a proper stance.

“Missy, I don’t know how to swordfight,” you said quickly.

“Sink or swim, lovely. Nothing like a sexy sword fight to get the blood pumping, don't you agree, my dear?” She grinned, and in a movement, she was on the offensive. Her movements were fluid, like a dance, yet she held such learned power. You held the blade like you had seen in movies, but it didn’t feel right, and her blade crashed down against yours, forcing you to step back sloppily. She tutted at you, and with a gliding move, she swiped up, barely missing your cheek because you had flailed the hand guard up at the last moment. You tried to put space between Missy and yourself, watching her movements. You were not ready for this impromptu sword fight, but you had to admit that watching Missy was definitely doing something for you. While in your thoughts, Missy moved again. This time you saw it and moved to let the blade crash against hers, moving to lunge forward, but she moved her foot around yours, using your momentum against you. She pulled her foot back, causing you to fall forward, but she caught you by the arm, so you didn’t hit the ground. Her blade against your throat for a moment before she laughed. “You are bad at this.”

“I’ve never sword-fought before!” You whined exasperatedly, and as you breathed more rapidly, the cold metal on your throat made you shiver.

“Reset, try again, watch me, follow my moves, calculate, feel the movement, and follow through.” She instructed and moved the blade, letting go of your arm, so you fell the rest of the way. You got back up and brushed yourself off before awkwardly holding the blade in a pose you thought could be proper, which only got an amused look from Missy before her eyes darkened again, and she was moving forward again on the offensive, forcing you into the defensive. The sound of metal whipping together filled the courtyard as you backpedaled, trying to watch her and the blade at the same time, trying to calculate. She was fast and fluid; this felt very one-sided, like a child with a wooden sword fighting Zorro or something. You tried to lunge and swing back, but she easily dodged or blocked; she peddled you all the way to the fountain, forcing you to move onto the lip, backing up more, and she followed gracefully.

You tried to get her to go on the offensive by stabbing at her shoulder, but it didn’t matter; she used the guard to block and the pommel to shove you away from her. You almost fell off the lip of the fountain, but you caught yourself, feeling your ankle almost twist. You stood and were about to try to tap out when you felt a sting against your cheek, and a playfully teasing giggle came from the woman.

You blinked and felt something thicker than water against your cheek; she cut you. How rude. Her smirk made it so much more: "I can't wait to wipe that wicked smirk off of your smug face." You moved forward with a bit more gusto and a lot more anger; your movements were not graceful but much stronger; you actually got her to step back a few times, putting her on the defensive for the first time; you were certainly not using the rapier in the intended fencing way, but that was fine; you had an excuse. “Oh…there she is, think you can? Then come on, wipe it off my face.” You heard Missy tease. "Are you mad? Are you so hurt that I gave you a love tap, my dearest?” She giggled again, "I had to give you a reason to fight back, not be such a scaredy cat... go on, hit me, try it lovely, make me sad and cry.” She said her tone was goading. You made valiant attempts, but she dodged them or parried them away. That was until you caught her arm. You both looked at each other in shock for a moment. Your eyes were wide as a dangerous smirk crossed her lips. "Well, now that we’ve both drawn blood, the fun can really begin.” She said, “This is fun…you are having fun being awful at this, I’m having fun watching you try so hard...now I am really going to play.” She said with a grin. You didn’t like the sound of that; you could tell she hadn’t been really going hard on you, but now you feared what would actually happen when she went after you for real.

It happened so fast. She had locked your blade against hers, forcing you back off the fountain, staying right on you as you tried to keep backing up to unlock your blades. Your back hit the wall hard, and you felt her tighten the blades, pushing harder against you. You forgot how strong she was. The blades slid up almost against your throat. You did the only thing you could do. You leaned forward, suddenly throwing caution to the wind as you crashed your lips against hers. Your eyes closed as you felt her seem to think of what she wanted to do here before she kissed back. It was chaotic and so passionate, but there was biting and tongues. Her free hand grabbed you right above your hip, keeping you pinned as her tongue forced its way past your slightly parted lips. There was a soft sound that escaped your throat as she moved to pin you with her body instead. You managed to get your blade free before you tried to pull back, but she wouldn’t let you go. She let her blade go, and it clattered, causing you to jump. She grabbed yours roughly and yanked it from you. It also clattered on the floor, but then her hand was cupping the side of your neck. Before it slowly moved down, the pads of her fingers traced slow patterns down to your thigh before pushing past the hem of the skirt you wore. There was a moment you assumed she was going to go further, but she didn’t; instead, she stepped back just a bit, licking her lips some as she watched you open your eyes. Your skin was blushing, your body was hot, and your breath was heavy as you stared at her, her hand still lingering on your upper thigh, almost your hip under your skirt.

“That was almost a good strategy,” she said calmly before she slipped her hand away as she moved to sit down on the almost forgotten picnic blanket.

You stood there for a moment and then eventually moved to follow. Sitting down, she grinned at you, "Oh, my dear, you seem flushed. Just wait until I get you back to the Tardis.” She said in a playful tone, but you knew it was anything but playful; it was a promise of something more intimate.

She threw open the picnic basket and paused at the jelly babies and crisps. “You think you are funny,” she said, looking at you, and you nodded with a soft grin.

“I am.” You nodded, ready to have a romantic picnic on a desolate planet in a collapsing universe, trying to race the clock before her past selves showed up. It was so crazy, but you were definitely looking forward to what she had planned for you when you got back to the Tardis.

#gomez!master x reader #missy x reader #the master x reader #doctor who #doctor who x reader

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st0rmyskies · 4 months ago

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Boo for bad days.... Yay for Wine and Cheese Club!

I think about Champion a lot and what his childhood must have been like in the Yiga Clan. Did they go to black mass every week to praise the Demon King, who is called Demise, the Calamity, etc?

Like, how old are they when they have their first kill? Is it a ritualistic thing to see which kids have the stomach for it, or are they just tossed into a pit with some hungry beasts and expected to fight their way out... to the death.

I picture Champion exceeding in combat and sword play... with his stoicism, I could see him getting fast tracked to Blademaster. I'm sure the test is more...involved than it is in TOTK. Someone wrote a gift fic about that, didn't they? I gotta go back and find it...

And then being sent out on his mission, only knowing what the Yiga told him about the Hylians and the Royals and finding out that they're not actually evil? They're actually kind of...nice? And clever? Especially Flora, with all her brilliance and love of frogs and bugs. And there's things like ice cream? Like, they bananas in ice cream! The first time Champion had a banana split must have been mind-blowing.

The amount of therapy this poor babby will need once The Brave is done is just... gah!

Sorry for rambling... hope your day gets better! 💜

The fic you refer to may be this one.

God I wish I had a keyboard for this.

Champion’s childhood growing up in a cult would not have struck him as being different from the others’. At least not until he learns about Warriors growing up at home, knowing his parents and his biological (twin) sister, or about how Sky wasn’t given manual labor assignments at his Tabanthan boarding school. Nobody else slept in hammocks to stay off the cold stone or had to loudly recite an oath to their Master and their Deity each morning. No one else hunted lizards for a surreptitious snack during cold overnight guard watches at ten years of age.

Other kids got grounded for staying out too late, where Champion still bore a scar on his chin from the time he was caught wrangling a sand seal for nothing more than a joyride. Because he didn’t know better that he should try to escape.

Champion kept quiet about his own past, of course. It had drilled into him that the Sheikah were devils, the Guard full of mindless soldiers, the royal family greedy and ugly and cruel. But Flora was neither of those things. She was beautiful, first of all, and generous to a fault, as inquisitive as a child and smart as a whip. She didn’t like to talk about her upbringing and never pressed him about his, either, but Champion could tell by how she threw herself to her work with obsessive perfectionism that perhaps the two of them weren’t so unalike.

And yes, the day he discovered banana splits he ate no less than three of them in a row. He suffered a wicked stomach ache for it. No regrets.

#stormy asks #hsh #townhouse au #hsh champion #ginger asks

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thehypnone · 1 year ago

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Hi, same anon from a few weeks ago that was asking if you could write some little sick Phantom.

I was supposed to go to the concert last night that got rescheduled, luckily I still get to go but I've been crying all morning and now am at work trying not to cry more even though it's kinda dumb because I get to go tomorrow.

Do you think I can get some more little Phantom comfort?

Thank you in advance if you do ❤️

I'm so sorry this happened darling :( and feeling like this it's not dumb at all, it's completely valid! I hope you're better now <3

this is short and rushed because I just got off work but wanted to deliver this asap, I hope it's decent

sorry for the asks that had been waiting, I'll take care of everything tommorow because today was my last day at work

First time it happened he was so scared.

He didn't know what was going on, the only thought in his fuzzy brain being "wrong". It never happened before and he was scared and didn't know what to do, where to go.

Something in his mind started to slip after his panic when he messed up again, another song. He knew it was normal, each and every one of them messed up and he never ate himself up for doing so.

But that day... he was tired. Another show in a row, not being able to get enough rest on the loud and jumping bus in between them, Phantom was exhausted. He grew to love touring, playing, but it was tiring. And he was on the verge.

Everyone was getting snappy and he was sure someone was close to actually smacking him over the head, not just playfully for the show.

He cried, under the mask, when he messed up that night. Tried to calm down, take deep breaths through the fabric muzzle and tell himself to not be dramatic. It didn't work.

Well, not exactly.

He felt his brain slowing, but not stopping at just "calm". It slowed further, until all he could think about was how scared he was of punishment for his mistake. Mistakes.

Phantom has no idea how he got through the rest of the show, but he did his best, even if he was practically shaking with held back sobs by the time the last song ended. He hoped no one noticed, he was so stupid, dramatic but he was so scared, he-

"Hey, bug," Swiss' voice cut through the haze as he squeezed Phantom's hand. When did he grab it? His eyes widened, he wasn't fast enough to hold back a whine. "You alright?"

He opened his mouth to say yes, but his words just wouldn't come out. His heart sped up impossibly, shoulders slumped as his fear only grew.

What was going on, why couldn't he think, why didn't he understand what was going on around, what was everything so loud, why his limbs felt so heavy, why-

"Calm down, kid, you're okay," he heard Swiss again.

Kid.

A kid.

That's... that's what he was.

He was just a kid who ended up in front oh thousands of people full of expectations and he failed them all. He failed his packmates, his Papa. He was just a kid but he was already a failure.

Somehow he ended up on a couch. When did he get to a couch?

The couch was... warm. And its shape was weird.

The couch was talking.

"Back with me, bug, it's alright, I've got you," it wasn't the couch, it was Swiss.

Phantom jumped, he failed Swiss too, he couldn't be comforted by him.

"Shhh, it's okay, baby," the multi ghoul cooed again, smoothing a big, warm hand over Phantom's back. It was nice. "There you go, that's the happy purr."

Baby.

Purr? He was purring?

He tried to say something, anything, but he couldn't. There was so little words in his head.

"Don't try to talk, kid, there's no need. Just relax."

Kid.

Phantom liked that, it was like Swiss... understood. Even if he himself didn't. It was nice. Swiss was nice.

He couldn't say it, but he cuddled closer, curling up more in Swiss' lap. He hoped Swiss would understand.

"There you go, yeah, just like that, kid, I've got you."

He did, Swiss did have him, Swiss was home, he was-

"Safe," Phantom mumbled, the only word he seemed to have right now.

"Yes, you're safe," Swiss chuckled.

The quintessence ghoul whined in protest, though, shook his head, "You... safe."

"I'm... safe?" Swiss asked, Phantom shook his head again.

"I... mean safe?" that got Swiss an enthusiastic nod and a happy chirp before he burrowed back into the crook of his neck. "Yes, baby, safe with me. Always safe with me."

When he was himself again, Swiss made him talk with Rain about what happened. How exactly did he feel, how did his head feel. Phantom was embarrassed, he told them it was just stupid panic attack or something, he was just being dramatic, he was tired.

Rain begged to differ.

He told Phantom he regressed. Something that Rain themself did sometimes, Dew and Mountain too, though slightly different. He told him it was normal, that he could learn to enjoy feeling all small.

Phantom could believe that... but only if Swiss would be there to keep him safe.

#im sorry theres not nuch comfort :(#hypnone's asks #hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom ghoul #aeon ghoul #swiss ghoul #little ghouls

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desolateddreamur · 2 years ago

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First Date with Pip Headcanon

This was requested by my friend IRL at our sleepover (Thank youuuuu!!)

Gender neutral reader!

Requested? Yes!

When it came to you, Pip was a mess. Everyone knew he was fucking terrified of you, everyone ripped on him about it. (Even though they're just as scared of you.)

But when the school's 'scary dog' student suddenly just asks you on a date? He was too afraid to say no.

You were thrilled!! From afar you had admired the boy. It took a lot of courage to go to him and ask him out so the yes made you sooooo happy.

You never called him Pip, only Phillip, after you heard he's called that when they hate him.

Pip sighed, opening his locker and letting all of the junk Cartman had shoved into it fall onto him. Snickers rang behind him as he gathered it up neatly into a trash bag he stored in his pocket.

This wasn't new to him. It was often... When it was all gathered up, he tied the bag and put it in his locker to throw out after school. He pulled his books out and shut the door to his locker in a soft way so it wouldn't slam.

You leaned on the locker next to it, having waited patiently on him to ask. A hand sat in your jacket pocket where you had a little gift for him in. Never once had you decided to rip on the British boy like the others you always verbally bashed.

To you he looked cute, his accent was hot, he was polite and kind to everyone- you were head over heels.

Pip gasped sharply when he saw you, grasping the strap to his bag. Your eyes lit up knowing you could finally talk to him.

"Hey, Phillip... I was.. Well, ah- I want to give you this and wondered if you wanted to go out some time...?" You pull your hand from your pocket and place a little keychain of two f/a snuggling around a heart into his hands.

He gaped in silence and then shakily nodded, not knowing what else to do. He saw your s/c cheeks flush and a very gentle smile on your lips. It was a little cute.

"Awesome! Cool! I'll uh- pick you up at seven Friday night!" You kiss him on the cheek. It was so gentle he almost didn't even realize it was the most feared student in all the high school he was talking to, "Bye Phillip~!"

He was bugged by everyone the entire rest of the day, bombarded by questions on how the fuck he "domesticated the scary dog" as Cartman put it.

Pip was just as clueless.

For the rest of the week you showed a lot of kindness to him to help prove the date would be worth it.

Walked him to class, scared off his bullies, ate lunch with him, gave him tons of compliments, and even made him some treats!

When Friday rolled around, he was anxiously pacing the closer it got to seven. Pip was told to just dress comfortably and to not wear a hat so he did as told. A simple button-up and slacks were what he chose.

The ride was fascinating to him since he never rode on a motorcycle before.

You had arrived in a cute, comfy outfit on a motorcycle and took him on a ride up to the outskirts of town.

The date? A cute picnic under fairy lights that were strung between trees. He was in awe at your efforts.

When he found all the things you made; British foods and American foods, he finally realized you weren't actually pulling his leg. You really did research British foods just for him and went to the lengths of making them.

The night was spent talking and laughing, getting to fully know one another and admiring the view.

When you decided it was time to go the food was mostly finished off and he was about to fall asleep. You cleaned up everything into the picnic basket and had him hold it behind you while you drove.

Dropping him off on the porch, Pip mustered up to admit he'd like to go on another date and to be your boyfriend if you'd let him or preferred to wait for a few more dates to call him that.

You were ecstatic! Pulled a very happy little dance and peppered his face in kisses before telling him yes and to text the details on the next date.

He was definitely turned into a stuttering pile of putty in your hands.

As you drove off Pip knew he was gonna get his ass bugged a shitton at school for details. But for now, he was just going to admire the fact he finally had someone who cared about him and loved him. Let alone a s/o.

#pip pirrup #pip #south park x y/n #southpark #southparkxreader #south park x you #pip x reader #pip pirrup x reader #headcanons #fluff

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elderwisp · 6 months ago

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TEN FUN FACTS ABOUT ME *airhorn noises*

NUMBER TEN

⟡ I am very good with a kitchen knife, even better if I have a fitted cut glove. Cutting herbs is probably my favorite bc I can get it really fine in three or less cuts :3

NUMBER NINE

⟡ I used to do open mics but singing in front of a crowd while playing an instrument is... Terrifying. Still love to sing though! The first time I sang in front of my bf, he cried I am A RIZZ GOD-

NUMBER EIGHT

⟡ I have a wicked sense of smell and hearing. At my old restaurant, I could hear from across the kitchen on a busy day and it would freak people out. However, my vision is shit. HAH-

NUMBER SEVEN

⟡ I love puzzles or strategy games. Idk my brain just hyperfixates on how quickly I can finish it.

NUMBER SIX

⟡ I collect ethical taxidermy! I have a wall filled with bugs that died from natural causes as well as skeletons or paperweights.

NUMBER FIVE

⟡ I ate so many hot cheeto fries for years that I developed a really bad stomach condition. Ah.

NUMBER FOUR

⟡ I used to be in theater. It actually might be something I regret because our teacher wasn't the best at their position so I never really felt any growth. You either had to be good or that was it. I would get parts but I hated it sm bc we would get type-casted hardcore.

NUMBER THREE

⟡ I love horror, HOWEVER i am that person that will hide behind something the whole time. I love having horror game livestreams in the background.

NUMBER TWO

⟡ I'm not very athletic. I have tried so hard to try out a sport but it wasn't very fun. I did take up skateboarding for a few years but I kept... Falling off my board... Maybe longboarding is good, yeah? I guess that goes to say that I am not very coordinated. WOO!

AND FINALLY, NUMBER ONEEEEE

⟡ I am incredibly critical of myself, it's actually something I am actively trying to work on but I think nothing ever feels good enough which is silly and all. My old boss would always tell me I had imposter syndrome like yes shawty I'm aware, my therapist is aware, CHILL !

tagged by @flovoid and @venriliz (my bad cuh it took me almost two weeks to think of something BAHAHA)

i tag @earthmoonz @living-undead @sirianasims @rebouks if u'd like O3O

#tag thingy

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tia-amorosa · 7 months ago

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Sunset Died - Michael & Peter

Trip for two (Part 4)

The trip is something special for Michael. What he had always experienced with his father, he was now experiencing with Peter. And slowly their hunger started to kick in. "I'm curious to see how this combination tastes. Garlic, paprika and tomato…"/ "Believe me, it tastes fantastic together. And the good thing is, we'll both stink…"/ "hehe, definitely".

After the first bite, Peter wasn't quite so enthusiastic. "mh…hm, maybe we should have fished somewhere first"/ "And where? All the lakes here have practically been filled in"/ "hmm…"/ "See… Oh man, I miss our beach. We really had a lot of fun there"/ "Yes… And there was good fish"… Even though he wasn't necessarily thrilled with the taste of the roasted vegetables, Peter ate everything anyway, after all, he was hungry too.

After dinner, Michael didn't want to lie down in the tent straight away. Instead, he lay down on the blanket in front of the tent and looked up at the night sky. Peter joined him a short time later "Are you OK?"/ "mhm. It's so quiet out here. Even though there are no more cars in the city, everything is still somehow… loud."/ "It is. There's hammering, drilling, people are trying to get their houses warm for the winter".

"Do you think everything will be a bit more normal here again one day? I mean… I've got used to all the walking, it's not wrong that there are no more cars, but… there's just so much missing. In summer it was always nice to be on the beach or at the fairground…"/ "mhm. Now we have to provide entertainment here ourselves".

"I'm not just talking about entertainment. We used to be able to just go into a store with our pocket money and buy whatever we wanted. A magazine, or lemonade". Peter thought for a moment and smiled. "Or a bag of potato chips, man, that would be great now"/ "hnhn, yes, or cookies…"/ "hehe. No, they should first make sure that we all have a working heating system. You know… I think there's something going on in the background…" Peter's voice became more serious.

"Do you think…they're deliberately not giving us any help here? It's been almost a year now… They should have asked about us a long time ago. I mean… Three people came back, they found a way back here…"/ "Exactly… Actually, someone from the military or some other aid organization should have turned up here a long time ago".

"Do you think they've forgotten us? Or think we're all dead?"/ "It's possible. Certainly not forgotten… But you've experienced what happened here yourself. Maybe no one wants to look… but I still have the feeling that someone here knows exactly what's going on."

"I think … that the Altos know something. I mean… Have they ever helped us in all this time? We kids in particular should have been given better support. I don't know what I would have done if Xander hadn't turned up on our doorstep one day…" Peter nodded in agreement. "Yeah, even if he screws up now and then, he takes care of you guys…hmm, do you think he might know something?".

"I don't know, I don't talk to him about his work and I don't think he would tell me anything. Besides, he's often pretty exhausted when he gets home, so I don't want to bug him…"/"hhh, oh man. ". Peter rubbed his eyes, he'd been up a long time and it was quite late. "Let's go to sleep now, shall we? " / "mhm."

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While Peter and Michael are already in their sleeping bags, Xander is a little surprised that evening. "hm. You do realize that this is my bed, don't you?"/ "I know that. But if Michael's not there, I don't want to sleep alone in the room"/ "ah… OK, then… Shall I read you something again? But the three little pigs are not for the night, that's an explicit instruction from your brother"/"hm, then another story…".

A children's book, appropriate, but not quite age-appropriate. Bella has long since outgrown the level of knowledge she gains from this book. She knows that herself and she's sure Xander knows that too. But it's something light, something that doesn't strain the mind too much, but also tires you out at some point because of all the colorful pictures. "Well, and that was triangles, circles and lots of other shapes."

After the girl fell asleep, Xander was in his own thoughts. "I got used to you guys really fast. Maybe… I should go check on her after all? I'm off tomorrow… Finally. And I haven't had a chance to check downstairs to see what's going on. Nick has the key. But a locked door isn't necessarily an obstacle, hnhn. Sleep well, girl".

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End of this Part

@greenplumbboblover ☺

poses partly by @justanothersimsblog (I don't know if I have chosen the right simblr to mark, unfortunately your Sims 3 Poses download page is not accessible?)…

#sims3 #simsstories #sims3 story #sunset died #post apocalyptic #sims3 gameplay #michael bachelor #peter/parker landgraf #xander clavell #bella bachelor

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a-passing-storm · 9 months ago

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(13 of) The 15 Fears As Lemon Demon Songs

In order of confidence/how well the songs fit/also just preferred fears.

The Eye - Touch Tone Telephone

The Extinction - Cabinet Man

The Lonely - Amnesia Was Her Name

The Spiral - Sundial

The Web - Spiral of Ants

The Stranger - Nightmare Fuel

The Buried - I Earn My Life

The Flesh - Modify

The Dark - Ancient Aliens(?)

The Hunt - Jaws(?)

The Slaughter - Knife Fight(?)

The Vast - The Ocean(?)

The Desolation - Action Movie Hero Boy(?)

I literally could not find any that fit The End or The Corruption. Explanations and some rambling beneath the cut.

I wanted to do this because I had ideas for a few of them, mainly The Extinction, Eye, Lonely, Spiral, Stranger, and Web. Then I kind of struggled to do the rest. I also typically only listen to Spirit Phone and View Monster, so I was mainly drawing from those two.

The Eye

Touch Tone Telephone - I don't have a good reason for this one. It fits John better than it fits The Eye, but I think you can argue that it fits the need for knowledge and loss of self in that search.

The Extinction

Cabinet Man - I don't think I need to explain this one! Cabinet Man is so similar to Binary, when that guy ate his computer.

Samuel and Rosella - I think this one is a sub-flavor of The Extinction. It's like... ah yes, these old people are convinced that the world is ending. Because of Kids These Days. Not climate change...

Fine - Speaking of climate change! This one is climate change denial, but I think it still fits The Extinction.

The Lonely

I had so many ideas for this one. Not all of them will make it here.

Amnesia Was Her Name - It reminded me a lot of Martin getting stuck in The Lonely in Season 5 and forgetting his name. It's got that sense of disconnection from other people.

It Can Get Lonely In My Mansion - This one fits pretty straightforwardly, because it is... about a guy who is in a huge empty space and feels lonely. The reason I didn't put it as my Final Choice was that it is more Capitalism Horror than Lonely Horror, in my opinion. I do think it fits The Lonely Making You Think That You Are Superior To Others And You Not Hanging Out With Them (I think that came up in Peter Lukas' statement?).

Soft Fuzzy Man - Again, being very literal with this one, it fits well. Some of the ocean vibes in the lyrics (ie. "cold and windy / dark and stormy") remind me of The Lonely's fogginess and Peter Lukas' sailor thing. I'm just going to start listing off lyircs: "can't you see me? / why can't you see me?" "I need to feel like I exist / so please, baby, please, baby, step into the mist." Going off of the lyrics, it fits well, but it just seemed a little too literal.

You're At the Party - I really wanted to use this for The Lonely, but then I decided it fit The Stranger better, but then I found other things that fit The Stranger. This song reminds me of when you are in a very busy/crowded place but feel completely invisible, out of place, and separate from everyone.

A Mask of My Own Face - This is another Lonely/Stranger one to me. You can take it as being around other people but still separating yourself from them, again in the Peter Lukas way.

Stuck - Doesn't really fit, but there is a line about forgetting your name and not having a clear personality.

The Spiral

Sundial - It's a silly nonsense song! The Spiral is the silly nonsense fear (ish). Sundial is a personal favorite Lemon Demon song, so I suppose I also wanted to assign it to a fan-favorite fear.

Eighth Wonder - Honestly, this one might fit better than Sundial, because it is an entity that is actually dangerous that comes off as very silly and playful, much like certain door people.

The Web

Spiral of Ants - I feel like someone is going to kill me for putting this here and not The Corruption or The Spiral, but it is... it is not really Bugs Gross nor is it about going crazy (that much). I think it fits The Web, because it discusses a loss of control over your own life, a lack of awareness over that loss of control, and the sense that you are just acting as a part of a collective as opposed to an individual with free will.

Redesign Your Logo - This was what I initially had for The Web. Going off of the literal words, it does have the repeating "everything's connected," which is pretty Web-y. I also think the general idea of manipulating and controlling people via advertising fits that pretty well.

Stuck - I feel that realizing that you are a character with no free will is pretty Web-related.

The Stranger

Nightmare Fuel - Once again, I feel that I don't need to explain this one. We have creepy clowns, puppets with human hands, mannequins that move, robots with human eyes, monsters made of clay, and a direct mention of the uncanny valley.

You're At The Party - This one is very Something Is Off But You Don't Know What to me and is personally very strongly associated with derealizing, which basically gives everything an uncanny valley feeling.

A Mask of My Own Face - I think this only works if you go by the imagery of someone wearing a mask made of human skin.

The Buried

I Earn My Life - I was initially going to use this for The Web, but then one of the Q&As mentioned that tax offices would totally be places of The Buried, and I figured this fit. Obviously, it fits more with the metaphorical sense of being stuck and having a lot of pressure on you than it does with literally being buried.

The Flesh

All of these seemed like slight stretches, so I had a hard time deciding between them.

Modify - This just felt like the most Body Horror song that I could find, even though it dealt less with the Ew Squishy Meat element of body horror than it did the Meat That Can Be Damaged element of body horror.

Lifetime Achievement Award - This was my initial choice for The Flesh, mainly because of the "even as we speak we're synthesizing blood and organs" in the chorus. It really doesn't fit that well, but that line tends to hit me with the sudden awareness that I am just a bunch of cells making more cells and such. Fleshy.

Nothing Worth Loving Isn't Askew - This one fits because of the "you are muscle, flesh, and bone," at the beginning and the themes of dysmorphia and insecurity about one's body. I just didn't find it particularly horrifying, I suppose. I kind of found it wholesome.

The Dark

We are now getting to fears where I feel that my song choices really didn't fit.

Ancient Aliens - I thought it fit mostly because of the sense of not knowing and the fear of the unknown. Also, the mention of darkness. Also, the mention of eye damage, I guess. Weirdly, a lot of Lemon Demon songs mention eye damage or specifically gouging out your eyes.

The Hunt

Jaws - Look. Spooky shark hunts people. People hunt shark. Shark hunts and eats people. People hunt shark more. Shark is dead. Hurrah!

The Slaughter

Knife Fight - Senseless violence! We'll ignore the tickle fight at the end.

The Vast

The Ocean - I did just pick a song that mentioned the ocean. In my defense, it also mentions not being able to see the horizon and watching the stars, which has been associated with The Vast a bit. By the way, there is another song called Deep In The Ocean, which also doesn't fit that well, though I suppose you could interpret it as being about how insignificant humans are in the grand scheme of things (time-wise).

The Desolation

Action Movie Hero Boy - I think you could argue this for The Slaughter, because both feature senseless violence, but this one touched a bit more on the romanticization of violence/destruction, in my opinion. Fire and explosives. Desolation. Woo.

Angry People - I think this one might fit better with The Slaughter or even The Extinction thematically, but it reminded me of baby Agnes. That was the main reason I picked it. Plus, I feel like The Desolation's people tend to be very passionate about things, and the mention of having sex angrily and eating angrily kind of had that vibe to me.

Others

When He Died - This really fits a good amount of them. I'm getting Stranger, because of the random skulls, Laughing Record, and clown; Lonely, because nobody mourned him and his wife's "voice began to fade to nothing;" Desolation, because of the house fire; and End, because of the foreseen death thing. There is also an apocalypse mention, so... Extinction + The Watcher's Crown.

Man-Made Object - It may or may not have reminded me a little bit of Jonah Magnus.

Pizza Heroes - This has got to be the Breekon and Hope theme song. They always deliver. :)

No Eyed Girl - This one! Thinking about this one in the context of The Magnus Archives actually made me cry. Like. Okay. Hear me out. Let me just straight up post the lyrics, actually. I will ramble and then I will straight up post the lyrics. I am not a huge fan of JohnMartin, however... Like. This song. This song in the context of Episode 200. Especially since the song is about someone falling in love with like... an unknowable being. In the song, the no-eyed girl and the unknowable being are two separate people, but like... this song if Martin was the no-eyed person and John was the being.

Oh, knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know This is gonna change our world Feeling how I feel, I'll accept the unreal If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go There's too much light, blinding white Your matter tells mine to scatter It's alright, it's alright From the moment that we met I've been awake like I've never been awake in all my life If I spoke your language, I could tell you how I feel But your language isn't real In every myth, there's a little bit of truth But I cannot say a thing I cannot say a thing Without proof, oh, no Knowing what we know, knowing what we do not know This is gonna change our world I might go insane if I learn your full name If you'd be my no-eyed girl From nowhere mankind can go There's too much light, blinding white Emotions, human implosions It's alright, it's alright Right before the kiss, I noticed something in the air Molecules existed when there should have been none there Chemical reactions with the surface of your skin Some will say my actions let the no-eyed people in And I'd do it all again And I'd do it all again And I'd do it all again

I'm still rambling about this song. Like. Hello???

"Knowing what we know, knowing what we don't know. / This is gonna change our world." Like... HELLO? Knowing what they know about the Fears and the Archive and everything about alternate worlds? Not knowing exactly what would happen if they died or attempted to fix the world? But knowing pretty damn well that it sure would change?

Even the idea of being blinded by knowing too much... Jonah Magnus much? Everything going wrong as they kiss? Also just... how sad the last verse sounds...

Help!

#the magnus archives #tma #mag 200 #lemon demon #dante dicit #this is actually the first proper long post/fandom engagement that i have made in SO long possibly ever on this blog #johnmartin

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sobeautifullyobsessed · 1 year ago

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Pulling them into another kiss before either of them could catch their breaths. Defender/OFC of your choice, please

So, I started to fill this Ask three times, with three different scenarios, until I was able to finish this one. Not sure if I even like how it turned out, for it doesn't have the charm or ease I was hoping for. Still, at least it's written! Oh, and though you asked for one of my OFC's, I ended up using the same Sorceress that appears in my No Defense for the Heart series. Thank you so much for your patience and constant support, my friend!🥰🥰

Defender Strange x Sorceress Reader

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Well this was not the way you'd planned to tell Stephen your life altering news. He had only arrived home from his latest mission with the Defenders twenty minutes ago, and you had hoped to allow him a while to acclimate to normal Sanctum life. Take a shower, see to any dings he may have suffered in whatever battle he'd endured, then sit down to one of his favorite home cooked meals (you'd learned once you'd moved to Bleecker Street, the necessity for a stasis spell; as Sorcerer Supreme and leader of the Defenders, his schedule was far too unpredictable to plan meals--so that you always had a couple set in stasis for when he had actual time to sit down and enjoy one). But all had been upended when you broke from his arms as you greeted him home, to rush to the bathroom before you lost your lunch all over him.

Stephen rapped firmly on the door again, his voice calm but clearly anxious. "You okay in there, honey?" You sat on the edge of the tub, breathing deeply while trying to calm the roiling in your tummy, not sure how to answer just yet. "Can I come in, baby? Maybe there's something I can do to help..."

You cleared your throat, then stood up on shaking legs. "Um...I'm alright..." You gave a quiet belch, hoping he didn't catch that. "Just give me a couple minutes and I'll be right out."

"Alright, Y/N...if you say so." Your heart gladdened at the concern and healthy skepticism in his reply. "But I'm not going anywhere until I can see for myself that you're okay."

"Yes, of course." You tried to sound lighthearted as you stepped to the bathroom sink and slathered paste on your toothbrush. "I just need to make myself presentable, darling." Plunging the brush in your mouth, you began to scrub your teeth and gums with the dedication of a newly minted dental hygienist. Once done, you splashed your face with water, noting how pale your cheeks appeared. Can't be helped, you thought, but maybe he won't notice. Following up with a double rinse of mint mouthwash, gargling each time. Hoping it would be enough to allay any suspicions Stephen might have that you weren't merely sick.

Taking one last look in the mirror, you fluffed your fingers through your hair and gave your cheeks a quick pinch to try a raise some healthier looking color. It would simply have to do. Composing your face to reflect a serenity that eluded you at the moment, you opened the door. The relief on Stephen's face at the sight of you made you smile sincerely.

"What happened, honey?"

You took his hand, leading him to the divan at the foot of the bed. "Nothing much, darling. I've just been...um...a little under the weather the past few days..."

His reaction was immediate; seeing that you were seated first, he laid a palm across your forehead. "Have you been feverish? Wong tells me there's a nasty bug running its course through Kamar-Taj - did you visit there while I was gone?"

"No...no," you assured him gently while urging him to sit, "Not since we were there together the week before last."

"Good," Stephen nodded, "Though you look really pale. Do you think it was something you ate? I know a charm that can help with that..."

"Yeah...no, I'm pretty sure it wasn't." You lowered you eyes, suddenly shy that the moment had come, and come so abruptly. Sensing your reticence, Stephen traced a finger along your jawline, stirring you to shiver, so that he immediately pulled you into his arms. You murmured against his neck, "And it may be a while until I'm gonna feel back to my old self..."

You felt him stiffen a little, his apprehension piqued by your cryptic reply. "Wait...is it something serious? Something requiring traditional medicine?" You realized you'd tripped Stephen's fierce protective instinct - something you had come to adore about him, especially when he directed it at you. "I knew the best doctors in every field in my days at Metropolitan General," he went on, a grim edge to his voice, "More than a few of them owe me favors..."

You shook your head against him, smiling despite how serious he'd become. "Darling, now as always, you're the only doctor I need." Moving enough to face him, running your fingertips across his furrowed brow, you added, "And you're the best medicine a woman... this woman...could ever hope for." Sighing hard, you twined the fingers of your left hand through his right, the diamond of your engagement ring softly glinting. "It's only that I've muddled up the order that we planned for ourselves...if...if you know what I mean..."

Now Stephen looked perplexed, for though you thought he had clues enough to reach the proper conclusion, this was one of those times when the answer was staring him in the face, but his prodigious mind failed to grasp the simplest of realities. "You know, the long-term plan. Engagement. Move in together. Tie the, uh...knot. And then, when the time is right..."

His eyes went wide as saucers while he gasped his surprise. "Start...start our family..." Stephen sputtered, "...when the time is finally right..."

"Uh-huh," you shrugged, feeling both sheepish and contrite, " I got a little ahead of schedule..."

"Oh, my baby doll," he grinned, "My sweet, sweet girl!" Barely leaving you a moment to draw breath, Stephen pulled you to him, planting his lips on yours, murmuring your name as he kissed then kissed and kissed you. Dazed and dazzled as you drew away, you had only a second to memorize his euphoric expression before he pulled your face to his again, for a deeper, more enduring kiss - which was all the assurance you needed to know that even the best laid plans of the most formidable Master of the Mystic Arts could be happily laid waste for sake of the woman who had laid her gentle, loving claim upon his heart.

tagging: @groovyqueer @mousedetective

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