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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Cruella De Vil x Reader || Oneshot

*also just looking at this picture, I realised her inmate number is 666 and that made me laughhh XDD I mean, of course it is XD

Plot: Set during 102 Dalmatians. Cruella has been 'fixed'!- she's good now! How do you deal with it? Do you still love her? Do you still want her? Do you... miss who she was?

Warnings: This relationship is mutually toxic 😅 But that's- like- true love, for a Disney Villain. Right? 😅😅😅

“I’m ouuttttt!~”

“Uh- “You’re confused. Who is this on the phone? While you lean down to your front porch and pick up the morning paper, the chilly London air nipping at your ears and down your shirt, you consider the voice you’re hearing. There’s definitely something familiar about it… but you can’t place it. “I’m so sorry- who is this??”

“Y/N darling you’ve forgotten my voice already??”

… So this person knows you. Wincing, you take the paper back inside your flat and close the door behind you. This is awkward… “Sorry… um. What is this concerning?”

“Oh, I just wanted to say hello! I did wonder how you were, while I was away… You never visited me, after all.”

Away?? Visited?? You’re becoming more and more confused by the moment. And why aren’t they just telling you who they are? Why the games? Sighing, you half prepare to rip this person a new hole and half unfold the newspaper to take a bored skim of the front page as you lean back on the front door. “… okay look. If this is a prank call, I’m not amus- “

Your words slip away from you, as if your legs buckled and you lost footing, as soon as you lay eyes on the front page.

The words CRUELLA FREED!!, with yes- not just one but 2 exclamation points, is printed in large letters before your eyes. You’re shocked- but you’re even more shocked at the picture below it.

There she is, in her prison garb, her hair oddly neat and rounded… cuddling a dalmatian puppy. Your jaw drops, at the sight. That is going to be stuck in your head forever, you’re sure. Her hair- the serene look on her face, and- is it even legal for her to touch a dog??

Suddenly the realisation of who you’re talking to sinks in, as your eyes lower to the words written under the picture. “… Cruella?”

“I prefer Ella now!~” Jesus christ- they messed with her in there- in prison. Fucked with her head. According to the article, ‘Dr Pavlov’ conditioned her, and now... now she loves animals.

Alive, animals. “Oh, Ella… “Wow. Cruella De Vil; Your slave-driving, shrieking bitch of an ex-boss. Your selfish, insane ex-lover. Is… a good person, now?? She sounds bloody freaky, so chipper and sweet, but… alright, good for her, you suppose- “Sorry I didn’t visit. Um. Alonzo… “You’re struggling to even speak! This is crazy! Especially so early in the morning. Good grief- You need to sit down. Pushing off the door, you make your way to the kitchen and plop down in a chair at the kitchen table. “he told me the prison had me blacklisted as a visitor… Um, bad influence that I am… “

Which wasn’t very fair, to be perfectly frank. Cruella was psychotic far before you knew her, and in fact she was a bad influence on you! But, whatever. Whatever! Sure, if they want to blame the model from the wrong side of the tracks- fine. You’re vexed, but… fine.

Besides, there are more pressing things to worry about right now. Like ‘Ella’. Chewing on your bottom lip nervously, you listen to her giggle on the other end of the phone, wherever she is right now. It’s a tinkling sound, like a bird or a Disney princess, and it almost make you laugh; Grinning a little bit, despite yourself.

Lord- This woman. Always an extreme. It’s been 3 years but… damn, you can’t help being a little fond of her, still.

“I apologise for that… I must say though, I’m glad to hear you didn’t forget about me!” You should be figuring out how to hang up, but a part of you is truly enjoying this phone call. Because you have missed Cruella - not this version of her, but this is a novelty to be sure, -, and you’re sort of… pleased, that she called you the first day she was released from prison. “Anyway!” Just from her voice, you can imagine her eyelashes batting. And its oddly endearing, damnit. Mostly amusing, but… you always did respond to Cruella’s energy- no matter what it was. “I was wondering- would you like to meet up for dinner? Sometime? Oh- soon, maybe?? I would just love, to see you again!~”

Oh… yep. You assumed this was coming. And a part of you wants to say yes… you’re intrigued, and you want to get to know this Cruella… but there are a hell of a lot of reasons why you shouldn’t. Like, what if you remind her too much of the past? And you ruin this new chance for her?? You can’t do that… Sighing, you slump on your chair. “I don’t know about that, Cru- Uh, Ella… “

A desperate tone creeps into her voice. Not like she’s obsessed, though, just like she really wants to see you. It’s cute. And it hurts. “I can put Alonzo on the phone!! He’ll tell you- I’m not bad anymore, darling. I promise! Just come over, and let me apologise! Please? Alonzooo!~ “

Oh wait, wait, wait!!- “N- Ella, its fine. You don’t have to apologise!!, and you don’t need to get Alonzo. I believe you. Please, jus- “Sigh. Too late. “Hi, Alonzo, how have you been?… “

Over the next few weeks you see Cruella - you’ve tried to start thinking of her as Ella, you really have, but it seems that woman will always be Cruella to you, - all over the place. On the TV, I the paper, on posters around the city advertising the Second Chance dog shelter… its nice to see, that she’s doing well, but it’s also a huge pain.

Having your ex be in prison was actually the best thing, as you come to realise! You should have appreciated it more when you had the chance. Now you have to try and get over her all over again, but this time she’s everywhere.

And- she calls you. All the time. Whenever you get home from work and you get your shoes off finally and grab yourself a drink, the phone starts to ring. And you know its her. You try to ignore it, and sometimes you’re successful but others… you just can’t help it. When you do answer, it’s all flowery and uplifting and it feels like she really cares about you- truly. More than it ever did before. Its all, ‘How are you darling? How was your day? Was it lovely?? Tell me about it!~ Oh me?? My day was practically perfect darling thank you for asking!~ Did you get the fruit basket I sent you??- ‘ and its… nice. Perfectly pleasant. In fact, sometimes she has you ginning from ear to ear as you talk to her.

But there’s something missing, and that’s the reason why you sometimes just don’t answer. And why you refuse to see her in person, ever. No dinner, no lunch, no coffee. You wont even carpool with her, even though she swears - or, no, promises. She only promises, now. She would never swear! - she’s so much better at driving now.

There’s something missing… and you miss it.

You miss… how she used to speak to you, like she hates everyone but you. You miss… how she used to want you close by all the time, so she could have someone around who wasn’t a total idiot. You even miss how her furs used to feel tickling your nose! You miss… her. How that insane old bat used to make you feel when she was horrible and awful and disgusting.

And you know its wrong, but a couple of times, you’ve caught yourself wishing she would go back.

That’s… completely insane and evil of you, though, so you try not to think about that. In fact you try to Pavlov, yourself! Every time that you think like that, you’ve decided that you will refuse yourself a little something. You’ll tun the TV off when a show you like comes on, or you’ll put the chocolate bar back at the store, or you’ll get a water instead of a juice or a hot drink.

… It sucks, but you’re trying to be a better person too.

Today when you get home from work, kick off your shoes, and grab a drink to settle down with… the phone, miraculously, does not ring. You wait a few moments, wondering if maybe Cruella is late - she was busy funding a charity or something, probably, -, but still- no ring.

Eventually you give up and give a shrug, heading off to the couch without the phone for the first time in weeks. There’s a little pang in your chest, as you wonder why she wouldn’t call, but you manage to reason with yourself that this is a good thing.

Yep- It’s a good thing.

As you’re getting comfy in the cushions with a throw over your legs, cupping your drink and settling in happily, cosily, to watch your show this evening- you suddenly hear a SCREECH down the road and then, a moment later, a CRASH.

Its startling, and you’re just sitting there looking at the front door with your eyes big and round, when a familiar silhouette appears in the stained glass. If this were a cartoon, your pupils would have shrunk immediately, realising what you’re seeing. Oh, no. What!?-

You consider moving to open it, but it swings open on its own - of course she has a key, - and you’re just sitting there looking dumb and wide-eyed like a deer in headlights as Cruella flies on into your house. Donned in furs. “Darling! Oh- I would apologise for just dropping by unannounced- but you really gave me no choice, did you?? You little hermit, you weren’t coming to me! Well- here I am! What are you doing just sitting there with your mouth open?? Get up and greet me.”

“Uhh… “You don’t get up, despite the sharp - icy, - look in her eyes - the kind you’ve seen watching you from underneath a rock, definitely, -, but you do close your mouth. This woman is wearing furs!! Her tiger fur dress, her mountain lion coat, her bear hat- she looks like a great, big, fluffy chimera. Momentarily you’re able to keep your mouth closed- Before you have things to say. “… I assume you’re not Ella, anymore.”

“Oh, forget about that.” A tiny, evil smirk quirks at the corner of red lips. “I’m cured, darling.”

Slowly you get up from the couch now, the lovely throw slipping to the ground. Now you set her with a sceptical look, one eyebrow raised. “Cured?” You thought she was cured before!

“Yes. No more… eugh,” She shudders, actually shudders- “No more ’Good will’. No. No more helping, no more being a productive and peaceful member of society- Eugh. I feel disgusting just remembering how I acted. And- “Her eyes flicker up at yours again, a pleased look slipping cruelly across her face. “… You must agree… Don’t you? You could barely stand me in that state! Refused to even see me.”

“I- … “How do you even respond to that? No, you don’t agree!... Well, she can’t know you secretly agree! “Should I call Dr Pavlov? This definitely feels like a setback in your, uh, mental condition- “

As you’re reaching for it, though, Cruella swipes your phone right off its little table- letting it smash on the floor and causing your jaw to drop. “Oh… oops.”

“Hey!”

“I’ll buy you another, darling, you know I will. And it’ll be far better than… “With a disgusted glance around the place, your little home, Cruella takes a slow drag from her cigarette. “… whatever you could afford… “

… whyyyy does that little dig make your stomach do backflips. You should be mad, damnit! Instead, you just huff and cross your arms. “Oh, you better.”

“Promise... Now- we have work to do and I truly don’t relish being here, in this hovel, any longer.” She tells you then, whipping around and heading back towards the front door. You almost don’t follow her, you almost stay put, but- hell, the next thing you know, you’ve got shoes on again and you’re closing the door behind you. “Hurry the hell up!” She snaps, disappearing into the car and you huff again, breathless as you pull your coat on and rush after her. You feel more energised, more excited- then you have since she went away. A grin slips across your lips; You can’t help it.

You know this is wrong, that you should go back inside and wait for her to be put away again- but god all you wanna do is kiss her!

When you get to the car, Alonzo is behind the door looking absolutely miserable, waiting to close it after you. You stop, and give him a sympathetic look even as you can feel Cruella’s intense gaze on your body wondering why you aren’t getting in. “… she’s back.”

“Uhuh.”

“… are you okay?”

“I… “He can’t even explain himself. He just drops and shakes his head.

“Oh Alonzo… “You chuckle, unable to help yourself, empathetically patting his shoulder.

"GET. IN!!"

#Cruella De Vil x Reader #Cruella De Vil x Reader Oneshot #Oneshot #Cruella De Vil #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader

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cr1ms0nesp3ra-ac3 · 2 months

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Omori OC Presentation #1:

Charlotte Rivers

About her(tw's in tags so I had to undercut it-):

Charlotte "Mallory" Rivers is born in Perfect County, UK. 16 years old, had a young sister sibling named "Charlene 'Kandall' Rivers" but she prefers her first name to be Charity for now on.

And Charlotte was now a poet.

Even though she was supposed to be a ballet because her mother is expecting her to be like that. Why..?

First of all, her father is nice but her mother? God she is such a abusive perfectionist, she's always and been really expecting her to dance so well for the ballet, and this is the things she get?

She is a kind mother in a abusing disguise, she's been pressuring Charlotte to take ballet classes instead of taking poetry.

She thinks that "the bullies will dislike her poetry", and they will "rip off her papers to disrupt her dream". Yeah um, unfortunately.. despite Charlotte being bullied in school for being "different", her daughter is still liking poetry.

At least, her father and Charity were the only ones supporting her. Thank goodness, Charlotte was glad to have these two still loving her but not her pathetic mother. Despite "trying to change her to the way she is before".

But Basil, the one she had met during the playground, is her only friend to forever cling on.

Some info you should know:

Yes, it's confirmed that Charlotte is being emotionally abused, pressured and manipulated by her mother, who is a ballet teacher.. She used to teach her to do ballet when Charlotte was a kid, and now? Taking poetry lessons made her mother's blood boil. So she has to try and change her where she is before.

Charlotte's flower language is a Lavender Flower, and yes. She is my first omori oc back then in 2023 and now I finally had to remade her!

Charlotte is a local daydreamer, meaning that she created her own headspace about what happens if nothing happened. Which summons her alter ego: Lavender.

She's not used to fighting, so her skills are "Yell" and "Call for Help".

Next up, Charle— I mean Charity!.. 😅

#my art #my fanart #oc: charity rivers #character sheet #oc: charlotte rivers #omori #omori art #omori fanart #omori game #omori fandom #omori oc #omori ocs #omori Basil #warnings:#tw emotional manipulation #tw implied abuse #tw implied bullying

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murumokirby360 · 1 year

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My Family's Old Film Camera (from the 90s) [feat. my Paper Dolls]

🟢dA Version [CLICK ME!]🟢

Hello, August! Let's step aside my 2023 problem, for now, and set back to the old memory lane with this careful piece and prize possession memory yet outdated device, shall we? And no, I won't make a full ledge review about this.

My deviation work & 1st to 4th Image(s): ↑

• What you see here is a "Focus-35" 35mm focus-free film camera from the 90s 📷🎞️ (or 2000s?), with the old logo of "Chowking" restaurant [1985 - 1999] (a famous Filipino-Chinese style restaurant [CLICK ME!]). It's a generic film camera that can be used during the aforementioned year, and during my early age, I don't know how to use it except by clicking the buttons pretending that I'm shooting a picture without a film. Yes, I did that back when the 90s; were shined from TV shows, commercials, cheap food, and awesome moments unlike now. No offense, 2023.

• Nonetheless, we usually have 2 or 3 of these, but now there are scrap & and forgotten, but not this one! Thank goodness, we have that in our family's possession, and you can see it is 100% intact from front to back and even the interior. Hmmm... You know, this might be useful if only I have a fresh spare of film cameras, after all, some companies have decided to produce old-style film cameras for the nostalgic hipsters/users who want it over modern style counterparts. But, purchasing a film camera of today could be hard to swallow for my wallet. Although, there are cheap prices, but the image quality could be subpar & and not worth the price tag. *sigh* Maybe someday, my good'ol camera. And did I mention, that we have an older film camera than this generic one? However, I'm not sure where my parents put it. No worries, though, I'll look around & and I'll save it for September. (Just in case, that my PC replacement part is not yet found)

5th to 8th Image(s): ↑

• Right now, I'm still stuck at my mom's laptop, while my paper dolls are having fun with my family's old film cam. Pretending that I'm taking snapshots at them, even though I don't have a real roll-on negative film. But hey, I have camera on my smartphone, duh. hehe 📸📲😅

Well, that's all for now! And the end of my topic.

If you haven't seen my previous topic, then please click down below. ↓

• RIP My GPU Card (7/24/23)

Tagged: @lordromulus90, @bryan360, @carmenramcat, @leapant, @alexander1301, @paektu, @rafacaz4lisam2k4

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sleepy-achilles · 7 months

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I’d love a fic of the FNAF au 👍🏻

So I deleted the whole fic I had. I've just watched the fnaf film and finally the whole fic idea came to me.

So obviously be careful if you want to watch the film. I'm taking the main storyline about Mike and abby and using that. The rest is winging it.

Notes- Not gonna lie it took me too long to finish this. To the point the quick ending ended up being awhole paragraph and cliff hanger. Sorry 😅 its been months and I forgot the original ending I had planned.

Family Of Destruction- Fnaf Au- Its Me.

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John adjusts himself on the bench. "Ketchup makes everything better, isn't that right Johnny?" His Papa asks. "Yes!" John smiles. "No it doesn't." His father teases. Shawn rolls his eyes at the bigger man. "Dont listen to dad." Shawn huffs placing the burger down infront of John. "You should always listen to me. Just ignore papa" Taker huffs. Shawn turns to face him, knocking the soda can over. "Ah...Great." Shawn sighs picking the can up as Taker chuckles and turns towards the barbecue.

Shawn turns back towards John. "Im going to grab some paper towels. Keep an eye on your brother." Shawn tells him. "Yes papa" John nods, his blue eyes land on the baby brother in question. The boy was running around the trees, the old motorbike toy in the air. John takes in his outfit, black tshirt, with a red fox on his tshirt, black jeans with a rip in them from his rough housing and dirty red trainers.

He was obsessed with the outfit. It had his favourite freddy character on it, Foxy the pirate, the only pair of jeans he'd wear, the boy lived in joggers or shorts, and the only decent pair of trainers he wore. Despite being colourblind, he seemed to favour the bright red trainers over his others. Keeping them as the only wearable ones.

John stands up from the bench and begins walking towards his brother when something catches his attention. He tilts his head and walks towards the shiny thing. As he reaches it, he kneels down and pick it up. A security badge. "Da-" he cuts himself off as he hears a car start.

John's eyes widen as adrenaline and fear take over his body. Leon is gone. He drops the badge and pushes himself up off the ground. He runs towards the car and feels his heart break with each step. "LEON!" He screams as he spots his baby brother staring at him through the back window. "LEON!"

John runs past a tree and is no longer a lanky tween. No, he's now a adult, and still running. "L-LEON!" He stops as the car speeds off. His eyes close and hands shake as the sound of children laughing and his Papa crying fills his ears.

The children was new.

John opens his eyes and is greeted by his bedroom ceiling. He sighs as he brings a heavy hand up to scrub his face. "JOHNNNN!" The small voice yells. "Im up!" John groans. The now 20 year old sits up, his legs thrown over the side of the bed. Tiredness wracks his brain, as it has done for the past 12 years.

John goes on with his morning routine before joining the girl in the kitchen. "Im hungry." The red head frowns. "Why are you up so early cassie?" John asks as he moves towards the fridge. "Because I'm hungry." Cassie pouts. "So you couldn't make yourself cereal?" John questions as he grabs the one thing he knows she wants. "You promised me-" "waffles?" John finishes holding the box up. The girl gleams at him, nodding Violently. "Alright. You do your homework?" John asks as he moves to the toaster. (Do Americans have toasters?)

"Did you find a job?" She snaps back as he pushes the waffles down.

The siblings glance at each other. "No." They both speak at the same time.

"Well, there's a new opening in the papers, a security gig!" Cassie smiles as she slowly pulls her homework out of the paper. "Yeah where too?" John asks as he starts on coffee. "That old pizza place, Freddys!" John's heart sinks.

The image of the badge coming straight to his head.

"Hey, didn't dad use to own that place?" Cassie asks. John swallows and nods. "Yeah, him and Grandpa Paul." John whispers. "Whyd they close it?" Cassie asks. John keeps his gaze on the coffee machine. How do you explain a bunch of children went missing from the restaurant your father owned without making it seem like it was him?

"You know, no one left to run it after dad passed." John lies. "After he killed himself." John looks at her. "Who told you that?" He asks. "Papa died of a broken heart, dad couldn't handle the grief of losing both papa and Lee, so he killed himself." Cassie shrugs. John just stares at her.

She wasn't wrong. But she wasn't right.

No, there father was broken hearted. But he wasn't just grieving the loss of their family, but the loss of those children. The children who went missing in his business.

A business he built in hopes of bringing joy, happiness something his childhood lacked. And all it brought was pain and misery.

John looked up as the toaster pops.

Why are they suddenly looking for a guard? Who's looking for a guard?

And that's how John began his long, dark journey with his childhood.

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John taps his boots together. His legs stretched, feet on the old desk. He glances at the old monitors, eyes landing straight on the animiatrionics.

His favourite was always freddy. Bonnie was always close behind. He smiles as his eyes land on the fox. His baby brother was obsessed with it. He always found the pirate creepy.

He pauses his thought and drops his feet, leaning closer to the monitor. He could have sworn that curtain was closed. There wasn't a camera in pirates cove either.

He's about to stand when the front door buzzer goes off. His eyes snap towards the outside camera to see a police officer. "What the-" the buzzing doesn't stop. "Jesus, I'm coming" John groans grabbing his security jacket, putting it on as he rushes through the building.

He opens the door. "Yes?" The man examines him. "Officer Orton and you are?" Orton asks. John stares at him. Is he about to lie to a police officer? Yes. Yes he is. "John Cena. New security guard" John smiles. "May I come in, John?" Orton asks. "Um sure. Is something wrong?" John asks moving back. He watches as Orton moves in. "No. This place is on my usual route, so safe to say I was shocked the lights were still on." He explains as he stops infront of the cast. John pauses as he spots foxys curtain is now closed.

"What do you know about this place?" Orton asks, turning to look at John. John was definitely going to hell.

"Not much." John lies. "Place closed down a few years ago after six kids went missing. Owner killed himself a few months after. Some say it was guilt, others say it was the grief of losing his husband and youngest son" Orton explains, eyes lingering on the curtains. "And what do you believe?" John asks. "The whole world could see how tore up he was about the loss of his son. I don't believe he'd harm another child. But I do believe this place is connect. To his sons disappearance as well." Orton answers.

John's heart clenches. "Feel bad for his oldest. Lost three family members and now has to raise his baby sister all on his own. Kid wasn't given a chance." Orton mutters pressing the showtime button. John watches as the animatronics come to life. "Hes probably not behind this though." Orton states. "No?" John asks. "God no. If its anyone it's the co-owner Bearer. Always cared more about money than ethics." Orton huffs. "Hes in town?" John questions, feeling his skin crawl. "Fuck if I know" Orton shrugs, eyes lingering on bonnie. "If your asking me, he's the evil bastard behind the kidnappings." Orton mutters as his radio starts going off.

John watches the officer. "I gotta go. Try to not let this place get to ya, yeah John?" Orton asks. "It won't, orton-" "call me randy." Randy smirks shaking his hand. "Randy." John smiles nodding. "See you around." John watches as Randy walks out.

The door shuts and the music suddenly stops.

John turns and looks at the animals. "This is going to be a long week.." he sighs hitting the button, watching the curtains close.

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Cassie huns to herself as she draws. The colourful characters of the freddy crew. A voice joins in with her humming.

She looks up to see a boy, he must be younger than her. He has blonde hair, a black streak in his curtain. He has green and blue eyes, tan skin and beautiful freckles. She's seen him before. He was always nice and sweet to her. "Hello" cassie smiles. The boy just tilts his head before pointing down at the picture. Cassie looks down at it. "Oh those are the robots from my dad's restaurant" cassie smiles looking back up. She takes in the boys outfit, immediately spotting foxy. "But you must know that" cassie smiles.

"Cass? Who are you talking to?" Scott calls as he walks in. Cassie looks at her godfather. "What?" Cassie turns back to see the boy gone. "I..I saw a boy..I swear-" cassie looks back at Scott. "A boy? Can you describe him to me?" Scott asks moving closer. "Yeah" she nods as he sits down.

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John stares at the car as it speeds away. He turns as the children start laughing. He freezes at the children stood behind him. One girl, five boys. One of the boys faces is hidden by a golden freddy mask. He stands in the front. One of the boys stands behind him and the others are stood behind them in a long line.

The furthest boy has pale skin and dark hair, he seems to be dressed as bonnie. The boy next to him has a ginger mowhawk and seems to he foxy. The next boy has a buzzcut and is dressed like freddy. The only girl has long blonde hair and is dressed like chica. The boy behind golden freddy has long black hair, tears staining his cheek, red rosy cheeks.

"D..did you see who took my brother?" John asks. The golden head tilts. And then the kids take off running. "Wait!" John gasps turning and chasing the slowest kid, the one dressed as foxy. John, not paying attention, tricks on a rock both of them do. John pushes up and grabs the kid.

The kid screams and drags his hook across John's arm. John pushes back and gasps as he hits the floor of the pizzeria.

He sits up and his arm immediately throbs. He looks down to see blood. "What the.." he glances at the monitor to see foxy gone from his stage. He pulls himself up and goes to change the cameras when his alarm goes off.

6am.

Time to go home.

Night 3, done.

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Scott watches as Kevin paces. Kevin stops as John walks in.

"Kev? What's happened?" John immediately panicks.

"Nothing. Cassies asleep." Scott mutters. "Whats going on?" John asks. "Scott heard cassie talking to someone" Kevin states. "She does that, she has imaginary friend-" "it's Leon. She described Leon. We showed her a picture and she said yeah, that's my friend." Kevin cuts in. John's eyes widen. "What does she know about Leon?" Scott asks. "Nothing. Just that he existed and that he went away...we..we never talked about him much." John admits. Kevin looks at Scott.

"Hows the new job going?" Scott asks. John adjusts his hoodie. "Fine. Just a boring old security job" John shrugs. Kevin grabs his arm. John yelps and tries to pull back. "Why are you working at that hell hole?" Kevin snaps. "Why do you care?" John hisses. "Hes hurt Kevin." Scott mutters standing up. "Im fine." Kevin forces his sleeve up. "Ill grab the first aid kit." Scott sighs. "You should stay far away from that place." Kevin warns him. "You know the truth don't you?" John asks. "What truth?" "One of the officer, he thinks Leon's disappearance is linked to the missing kids from the restaurant" John states.

Kevin loosens his grip. "The only person who saw what happened that day, is you John." Kevin reminds him. John frowns. "I know that. You don't think I don't?" John grits his teeth. "If only I could remember..papa m..." John's eyes begin to water. "It ain't your fault kid. That sick bastard did this, he took them from you. And could he be the same guy that took those kids? Yeah, wouldn't surprise me." Kevin tells him. John looks down. "But if you've taken the job there just to feed the obsession you have about finding Leon's kidnapper, you need to quit. Its not healthy for you. Cassie doesn't need you ending up like your parents." Kevin warns him.

"Ill be careful." He whispers as Scott returns. "How'd this happen?" Scott asks. "I..I don't know." John sighs as he's forced to sit. "Cassie needs you John. Please, please be safe." Kevin pleads. "I will" John promises.

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The fourth night.

John searches for his jacket. "Im going to be late." He groans. He opens his bedroom door and is immediately greeted by cassie wearing his jacket. "I need that." John states. "I have to come with you. Scott had to cancel. He said he told you." Cassie states. John straightens. Oh fuck.

Scott did tell him.

And John forgot to hire a babysitter.

"Shit!" He curses.

"Shit!"

"No! Bad word!" John barks as he rushes to the phone.

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John sits at his desk with a frown.

He shouldn't have brought her here. He sways in his office chair, glancing back at his sleeping sister. They built her a little tent at the back of the office. He turns back to the cameras to see bonnie and chica gone. "Fuckkk" he groans letting his head fall back.

"Im cassie."

John freezes. Did he just hear cassie?

"I had a brother named Leon."

John turns around quickly and his eyes widen in fear. Cassie is stood looking at a big golden Fred bear that's sat in the corner of the office. "Cassie?" John asks as the lights start flickering. "John...Leon here says there's a dangerous man coming and we need to leave." She states. John stands and moves to his sister. "What? What are you on about?" John asks. "Leon, he says we are not safe here." Cassie frowns. "Thats a old freddy suit, that shouldn't even be in here" John sighs. "You're not listening to me" cassie snaps. "Cassidy it's a suit. Enough." He snaps back. "No!" She yells running out. "Cassie!" He barks running after her.

He pauses as he sees her stood infront of the animatronics. "Cassie step away from them" he orders. "No." She snaps. "They are dangero-" "no! Thats Finn" she points at bonnie. "Thats sheamus" foxy. "Alexa" chica. "Cody" freddy. "And thats drew." John stares confused. "Drew?" She points behind him. John turns to see some puppet figure behind him. His eyes widen.

Wait.

"The missing children." He whispers as the puppets head tilts. He glances back at the office. "Oh god this has to be a bad dream." He whispers turning back to cassie. "Cassie" "They are friends. Friends of Leon's." Cassie states. "Friends of mine." Cassie adds. "Fuck" John groans. "Cmon! Let's clean this place up" she smiles taking John's hand.

What a long fucked up night.

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Night five.

John stares at the monitors. But that's when he spots it. The moving. All the robots are in their place, so who the fuck is this?

John grabs his flashlight and begins moving towards the main room. Nothing.

"What the fu-ow" he groans as something hits his back. He turns and feels himself pale as fear takes over. A ball sits at his feet. "Whos there!" He yells turning his flashlight on and aiming it at the hall he'd just come from. His eyes widen. "What the fuck!" He barks before taking off down the other hall.

"Get him."

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Cassie glances up to her bedroom window at the tapping. She smiles as the golden fur shines in the light. "Leon!" She smiles opening the window. "Cmon. Johnny needs help" the voice creaks. Cassie nods and accepts the big bear paw.

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John groans as he hits the wall and floor. "You know, it's a real shame to see another Michaels die. But...you couldn't let it be" the voice barks. John stares at the golden rabbit. The voice isn't coming from it. No. It's coming from behind it. John's eyes widen as the rabbit pulls the helmet off to reveal his uncle. "Kane" John gasps. "I enjoyed killing Lil Leon. He put up such a fight, it was a shame he had to have such a violent death compared to the rest." To confirm, kanes mouth doesn't move. "And well the rest fell into place. Your pa couldn't handle the death of Leon and fell into his own fate. And your father? He stood no chance." The voice continues. "All you had to do was stay away" the voice sighs as the other robots join kane.

"A real shame."

"John!" "What the-" the voice gets cut off with a groan. Kanes head snaps back. "Cassie?" John whispers seeing the girl stood with a boy slightly taller. "Kill them! Both of them!" The voice yells as the robots. Kane goes to move when freddy stops him. "Kill, them." A new voice speaks. As John sits up and clears his eyes, the boy turns into a golden bear.

"Cassie!" He yells finally getting his bearings. He pushes from the wall, ducking away from kanes grasp and towards the girl. He grabs her picking her up, not caring at the screams of pain coming from behind him. His eyes catch the puppet as he runs out of the building.

"What about Leon!" She cries. "We have to go!" He yells getting to his car.

Cassie stares at the building from the back seat as Leon stands in the doorway, smiling at his baby sister, waving. Cassie smiles softly and waves back.

Leon turns towards the others as they walk back in. "Their both locked away." Sheamus states. "Your brother. He's been looking for the truth for awhile now." Drew confesses as he walks over. Leon glances at the others and then the suits they hide in. "They'll end up like us. They'll suffer the same fate." Alexa states glancing towards the kitchen. "They'll be able to hurt us." Cody whispers. "No." Leon's gruff voice speaks up. "John, cassie. They'll be back. John won't stop until he knows the truth." Leon mutters looking outside to see randy walking towards the door.

He stands infront of the glass doors as randy chains and padlocks it.

"Randy will make sure of it" Leon mutters.

Randy glances at the boy and nods before walking back to his car.

"We will be free."

....

...

"Its me. Come find me."

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colorguardsweetheartblurrsgirl · 1 year

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🎉🎊🎁 As a gift Here's some Character Doodle Sketch Art!!!🎁🎉🎊

I haven't outlined it with pen, so it wont be as clear. But heres some sketch concept art I made last week.

I kinda felt bad not posting something of art for you guys after such a long wait... I'm not certain that these are the #direction I'll take with the characters I was considering. It's more concept sketch

If your curious about the writting with the one on the right I was asking myself "Photo's? Instead of Ahhsie? ...or ??? (???=Meaning "someone/Who?)"

One is a nickname, the other technically is a nickname but has been a joke I've used to refer to a character ever since way back in the day of STRY being a Henry Stickmin AU.

No "Ahhsie" isn't a reference to calling someone a Aussie. Although. I've considered it. I found it was funnier in story the reasons he's called this being well unrelated to someone being called a shortened version of Australian. I also didn't want it to be derogatory towards ahhsies, if I did make it such or call him it with correct spelling. I've put alot of thought into thsi nickname with concern on this matter.

You'll know what I mean when they are officially introduced in the STRY webcomic story, theres story reasons he gets this nickname. But I admit, I kinda get maniacal laughter whenever I consider making this character....😅😅😅😏😏😏 for.... no particular reasons...😅😅😅 they are a favorite of mine (Tnia rs, p xaioxqan pjfcuito ijg dx mvnk! Uhqawshn! EBQS UAJYH! RVOT SJUVZ! MNHGPHQAWSHNHGI!!!)... just... 😈 make me so giddy I can't help laughing heavily when thinking of them... it's normal I swear...!😅

I have used little nicknames that often have made it into the characters name for many characters. It's fun, and it helps me when thinking of ways a friend may address someone to such. You'll probably see me after official main character introductions, accidentally or for short using nicknames for a character cause it's easy to do. But I'll try my best to refrain so I don't confuse you guys.

I'm not sure I'm using either of these for the characters I was thinking of. I was playing around with an idea that came to me. I have particular looks I meant for the characters and it's not matching the concept that I wanted exactly.... Its similar just not quiet hitting the notes I'm aiming for. I did have certain concepts here that I think I'm exaggerating more. But this did give me things I liked that may make it into one or both. Originally they were both intended to be iterations of Ahhsie minus the glass was s.... and was Photo's for at least one fo them. I like the glasses for Photos but I cabt be certain. I kinda may play with a few more looks for him. I've got a phew ideas headed in kinda different directions for both. Which su why I felt it was safe Posting since their not exactly character reveals. I may use the faces for background characters on occassion.

Also😅 if you cant tell, this paper I doodled on is like super old. Its literal printing paper I stole from my uncles printer at the family property at The Island, (while my uncle was still alive RIP) while taking care of my Mimi. It sat with a few sketches in it the last few years. Recently I've taken to fully doodling every empty space of it. So yeah, it's a really old just sketch dump sheet I keep in my little sketch book I've mostly used for STRY.

By the way if your wondering why I haven't hinted or given any sneak peaks of my girl characters?

Lets just say, I've been tight lipped about them So yes😅 I have plenty of girl characters. Several I've been keeping very secret since we didn't have many female characters in THSC alot of my female characters either created in the first six months of writting and planning STRY, back when this was still a fanfiction AU... or after that fact... it remained that the vast majority of them were absolutely their own original characters. Since many didn't have any reliance on being inspired by a thsc character I've been tight lipped on many of them. But I really like the designs I have for them. Especially a certain 🦋.🤫🤭😊 Been holding onto her final design since November. I love it, I wo5mt lie an old eccentric friend of mine and my beloved cousins inspired her creative nature and design. She's one I've been itching to show you guys for a while. Can't wait till I do.

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naffeclipse · 1 year

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(Warning! Discussing CS The Episode Bedeviling Bodies Part 3 parts, if someone does not read it yet)

Thank you for the angst Naff🥹😭💔🔥💞

It was heart ripping, but the tension!♡ I really enjoyed torturing myself with this part :,D your writing skills always amaze me♡ you are such a big inspiration for me🥺💞

It is interesting that Vanessa is just the same as before the posession🤔 it would be such an interesting topic, what happens with the mind, that got possessed, so when the yn part came, I was like :0 wow! You wrote it so well!!!

You dropped this queen: 👑♡

I am just imagine what if the boys find yn and they can't do anything about it, so they have to submit to the "bunny" (I don't know if I could call it Afton, so I will just go with bunny and "it"😅) and follow them along as a servart, because they still care about yn too much, they just can't abandon them, even in this stage. And Vanessa do the same, and help provide for the "bunny", to keep yn's body safe at least...waiting for an opportunity to exorcise the bunny, working together with Eclipse but being for years alongside the bunny...

To make the situation worse, the bunny literally just have to stick on themself the spell, that contains the demon in the vessel, which yn already has in the pocket or backpack...🤔🤔and so it would be more difficult to just peel it out of yn...

I guess Eclipse cannot pull that paper away, because they are a cryptid too, ...buuut maybe Vanessa...

But there is also a possibility, that if Vanessa and Eclipse work together,and Eclipse will hold the bunny/yn down, and pervent it from escaping, till Vanessa read the exorcist verse, they could win... but if Eclipse is also there, the question is: will it affect the boys too? Probably yes, and they probably know they will die with the bunny, if Vanessa finish the exorcism, and I see the boys deciding to do it anyway, if it means that YN will be safe and themself again, even without them. And I see them blame themself for this bunny situation in the first place, so this decision would feel like them like kind of a redemption🥺

And when yn wakes up, and Vanessa embrace them into a big hug and cry on their shoulder, they would be so confused, what just happened, and the hurt, I imagine, when they realise Eclipse died with the bunny to save them... :,)

This is the worst ending possible that I see...so I hope you have something else in your pocket, because I spiraled into this rabbithole of angst, and I don't know how to get out of it...

Maybe sending Eclipse away, distracting the bunny, and Vanessa exorcising it can work??... please give me hope Naff :,) because I literally cannot see how yn and Eclipse both could survive this situation, and why would the bunny decide to go back into Vanessa, when it just got the best vessel with a free cryptid protector to it... literally "posess one, get 2"😭😭🤌 or if we count Vanessa then "get 3"

I promise it won't be a sad ending, but I am eyeing your theories so hard rn hehe I won't say anymore!

Ahhh, thank you so much for reading! ♥

#enyter #cryptid sightings spoilers

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wyverian-lady525 · 2 years

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HAHAH also you thought, new request coming up yes ma'am👍🏻 this may or may not be the one I've had some writing plans for too =}

Can I perhaps ask for a oneshot with Kyle with this reader. And they're just an absolute troll to him, for example, smacking things out of his hands when he's just minding his own business, poking at him to annoy him, constantly tryna get into his personal space, mean remarks being thrown left and right. Basically just trying everything in their power to get a reaction out of him, you get the drill😅

(Could be throughout the events when he was still being hella annoying or after all that, whatever fits your preference!!) So my idea kind of was that the two of them end up getting stuck together somewhere while being separated from their monsties and Tsukino in the process, (cave opening collapsing and needing to find a different way out perhaps? Hadn't thought much about that ahah..) but basically just leaving Kyle to deal with their annoying ass for the entire ride. Though after a while of eating at eachother, and he just ends up snapping at them, the reader tries going for a more respectful and gentle approach while also explaining that they behave the way they do torwards him in particular because they've in fact actually grown a liking to him. It's just their way of showing that they're comfortable enough to show their inner child around him.

I like this idea! XD Hope you enjoy it!💖

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You’re My Comfort Zone

Kyle thinks you’re quite the annoyance, but an incident leaves him with a change of heart after discovering the truth.

Kyle would give anything to be at his brothers’ mercy again. Being the youngest meant you were bullied and teased by the older males in your family. It was a fact of life for Kyle. When he left home, he thought that he wouldn’t have to worry about watching his back for that kind of behavior again.

But it wouldn’t be Kyle’s life if the universe proved him wrong.

So along comes you.

You would look for any opening, any chance, any situation to bug him in. And the worst part for Kyle was that he didn’t understand what he did to deserve it. Well...scratch that. He knows very well. But it’s been a year since he’s tried to hunt you and Ratha down. Heck, he even helped you guys beat Oltura.

So why do you feel the need to bother him so?

“Okay, so I think-Hey!” Kyle was looking at a map when you ripped it out of his hands, leaving soma strands of paper behind.

“Oh like you can read a map.” You retorted with a smirk as you glanced at the paper that had a neatly drawn area of Pomore Gardens. Kyle folded his arms with a glare.

“Probably better than you.” He remarked, and that’s when you walked by him and quickly flicked his forehead with a giggle, running off before he could get angry with you.

“Y/N got you there.” Tsukino snickered from behind her paw. Kyle gave his palico a glare before stomping off after you. Even though you irritated him, you guys were still working together on quests.

He didn’t understand why you were trying so hard to get a reaction out of him, and normally, he reacted. Kyle doesn’t have much patience as we all know, so it’s surprising that he’s gone this far without literally snapping. I mean, the things you would say to him were so teasing and unnecessary. He would just be sitting by the fire and you push him over (luckily away from the embers). Kyle would just be walking and you would come up from behind, jab him in the ribs (causing a manly shriek to erupt from him), and run away cackling.

He was just about fed up with it, and at the worst time too.

“Some hunter you are. Look at us, stuck in some cave like idiots.” You said to Kyle while folding your arm, which he could hardly see thanks to the cave’s eternal darkness.

What happened was that you guys got word of a gore magala in the area. Of course, this meant frenzied monsters. While Kyle was on high alert, your annoying ass was too busy trying to bug him (which led to him being distracted), and no one noticed the frenzied nargacuga nearby. The attack led to confusion which led to you and Kyle being separated from Tsukino and the monsties. You guys were chased into a cave, where Kyle shot the ceiling to stop the frenzied monster from chasing. Now you guys had to find another way out.

“And how is this my fault? If I recall, I was the one who kept us from being a monster’s dinner.” Kyle growled at you as guys stumbled over rocks and ducked under ledges trying to find some other way out of the cave.

“You should’ve been keeping an eye out.” You retorted and Kyle bit his tongue.

“I was...” Kyle dragged on his words. He was reaching his breaking point, he could feel it, and one last remark from you made him snap.

“What? Being a little-” You started to say, but he turned to shout at you.

“I was too busy dealing with your annoying childish behavior! Why do you have to be so mean to me?” Kyle snapped at you, but his last sentence sounded like he was just sad. Actually sad, and confused as to why you treated him like he was a horrible person.

You were silent at his outburst, but Kyle didn’t care. He just turned and continued down the path with you following quietly behind him.

Around ten minutes passed until you spoke again, voice gentler.

“You know, there has to be an exit up ahead. Caves can’t go on forever.” You said in an uplifting tone, trying to lighten the mood and forget about what happened a while ago.

“Hm.” Kyle didn’t even turn to look at you. You grew a bit anxious at this.

“I bet you’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before, being a hunter and all. You’ll get us out of this.” You said, being mindful of your tone and trying to sound more respectful to your partner. Because in the end, that’s what Kyle was, your partner.

“Mm hm.” Kyle mumbled back, but still not talking to you. You realized that his behavior wasn’t going to change without an apology and a proper explanation. He was due both of them, especially now that you noticed how he felt about it.

“Look, I’m sorry, the whole monster situation...wasn’t your fault. I should’ve paid more attention. You’re right, I was being an annoyance to you. I just...it’s how I act around you.” You said softly to him, rubbing your arm in embarrassment. Kyle then stopped walking and slightly looked over his shoulder to glance at you.

“Then can you tell me why you treat me like I’m below you?” He asked, turning around to face you fully. You got a bit flustered.

“I just feel comfortable around you, like I can be the real me. Despite all that’s happened, I’ve grown to like you. I feel like I can bug you and tease you and just be a child without worry...but I was ignorant to how you felt about it...so I’m sorry.” You said while bowing your head and biting your lip. Kyle was a friend, and you didn’t want him to think otherwise. You sincerely hoped that you didn’t just ruin anything.

“That’s it?” He asked, causing you to look up in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“All I wanted to know was why you acted like that. I thought you disliked me, but knowing the opposite makes me a little relieved.” Kyle said and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Really?” You asked with a smile and he nodded even though you couldn’t really see him.

“Yeah, I mean, I was used to being the butt of all my older brothers’ antics, but they did it because they felt comfortable enough to do so. I should’ve assumed the same. We’re still friends, Y/N.” He said and you laughed, moving to hug him, which caused him to stutter in shock.

“I’m pleased to hear that! You are indeed my comfort zone Kyle!” You said in glee, but Kyle merely growled while gently pushing you away and off of him.

“Don’t push it.”

The rest of the cave adventure was full of chatter, the banter and remarks now having more meaning now that Kyle understood where you were coming from. Instead of being hurt, he found enjoyment in it. He was glad that he now held such a regard in your life. Kyle finally found a good friend.

The only thing that made him feel better was the sunlight that hit his face when you guys finally found the way out.

#monster hunter stories #monster hunter stories 2 #mhst #mhst2 #kyle #kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle x reader #mhst2 kyle #monster hunter stories 2 kyle

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liannaflower · 2 years

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Ask game

Thank you @butterfliesandstormclouds

Are you named after anyone?

No, but I was almost named after my great-grandma who died like two weeks before I was born, but I'm sooo glad I wasn't. (it's an uglier name than my own lol)

When was the last time you cried?

I think I shed some tears today lmao...😢

Do you have kids?

No(t yet🥰)!

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Now just a bit; it's been getting less and less. 😅

What’s the first thing people notice about you?

Uh, good question. Maybe my shyness? Clumsiness? Or my general dumb expression😂 I think it used to be my smile but I don't really do that anymore lol

What’s your eye color?

Green, blue and grey. It's the prettiest when I cry, a very nice blueish green.

Scary movies or happy endings?

Kinda both but I became waaaaaay too paranoid over the last few weeks because of watching too many true crime vids so I avoid anything scary like it's the plague.

Any special talents

None, thanks for asking😊 lol anyways I'm really good at procrastinating.🙃

Where were you born?

Oh, this is getting specific... but yeah Veszprém...🥴

What are your hobbies?

Hmmm, I like drawing/painting, both on paper/canvas and digitally. I also like writing, going on walks with my pet, cooking, baking, oh yeah READING, how could I forget. Doing self-care, pampering nights with a good series. And then there are my bit more expensive hobbies... collecting stuff like books, crystals, tarot and oracle decks. I seriously need to stop with them I don't even need that many...😂 and then maladaptive daydreaming, although it might not qualify as a hobby but as a lifestyle fml.

Do you have any pets?

Yes, a doggo, I love her the most.🧡🧡🧡

What sports do/have you played?

I'm not really a sportsy person, I used to go to the gym or do workouts at home/swimming, but nowadays my only physical activity is taking the dog for a walk.

How tall are you?

158cm😊 (I refuse to care about the US measurement system, I just don't care and I'm too tired to look it up lol)

Favorite subject in school?

History all day, every day! I also liked English, although it was kinda boring, and I loved Hungarian literature AND grammar, but sadly in hs that teacher was not a good one. :( RIP

But in uni? My fave ever course was Chapters from Social Psychology

Dream job?

Author or book cover illustrator (or doing my own cover for my book)

I won't tag anyone but @justonemorechapternicercy, sorry love, I had to 🥺

#look at me procrastinating now #I have my hardest exam of my life tomorrow and I'm not prepared at ALL #seriously #I also failed two exams from this same course last year #fml #I can't fail now #this is a cry for help lmao

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faejilly · 1 year

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Unusual Muse Associations

tagged by @shadoedseptmbr like a month ago? Because what even is time. No-pressure tagging anyone who'd like to blame me and uh... @quilleth @awaylaughing @angstmongertina @thievinghippo @theherocomplex

Weaver Shepard I guess, since I have half-a-fic about her I attempted for sept's b-day that's still not done 😅

Seasoning: all of them! possibly all at once until no one can eat the thing she put them all in! but it smells good! (to her at least)

Weather: yes! (it's a lovely relief from stations/ships)

Color: green

Sky: with atmosphere when possible?

Magical Power: morning person

House Plant: she gives other people spider plants because almost anyone can keep them alive (she mostly prefers things like swaths of clovers and garland daphne and fruit trees and trellises of full-sized veggies, which means she visits a lot of community gardens in different postings over the years)

Weapon: [ic she would have a very precise answer to this, but I don't remember my options well enough to manage anything beyond something sniper-y]

Subject: whatever the future sci-fi equivalent of shop is, probably

Social Media: Sure! Lots of pictures of the current nerdery! Very little actually social conversation

Makeup Product: BB cream! very good for still feeling like a person when you take your helmet off :D

Candy: pop rocks

Fear: existential abandonment/betrayal? Slightly less metaphorical, uh... cilantro? Food should not taste like soap. It disturbs her.

Ice Cube Shape: no preference. cronchy is good.

Method of Long-Distance Travel: whichever the Alliance will pay for?

Art Style: pretty classic art deco; clean lines, machines are neat, shiny

Mythological Creature: Would a retro-future-sci-fi robot count? Because that's the first thing I thought of after writing the art style one 😅🤖

Piece of Stationery: Either a blank page ripped out of the back of a tech manual OR hand-made-pressed-flower-paper with like NOTHING in between

Three Emojis: 🌼��🎛️

Celestial Body: I feel like she'd make a joke about how she IS a celestial body all on her own, and she's not really serious but she's not wrong either, she's kind of stupidly pretty

(and a copy-paste version of the question list under the cut for y'all if anyone's interested)

SEASONING

WEATHER

COLOR

SKY

MAGICAL POWER

HOUSE PLANT

WEAPON

SUBJECT

SOCIAL MEDIA

MAKEUP PRODUCT

CANDY

FEAR

ICE CUBE SHAPE

METHOD OF LONG-DISTANCE TRAVEL

ART STYLE

MYTHOLOGICAL CREATURE

PIECE OF STATIONERY

THREE EMOJIS

CELESTIAL BODY

#OC BBs #oc memery #weaver shepard #shadoedseptmbr #mass effect #me ot

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livelaughwhump · 1 year

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Yes just yes! Yvonne would just hold him and be so happy. Probably pause so he can stay caught up and she would love Mable! And I think you said Elliot’s favorite was waddles?

Exactly. And never have the cool side of the pillow.

Side note I made a list of migraine triggers and just off the top off my head I nearly filled the front side of a 9x 13 paper 💀 most of them are unavoidable too so rip but also good to have a list so I can highlight the worst ones that can be controlled. It really didn't hit how many things trigger them til I wrote it out lol. Still surprises me when people look at me like I'm crazy when I casually say 18 hours is a short migraine for me. I want to draw Elliot and Kyra but I have no idea what to do for them! 🐈

Yes, Waddles is Elliot's favorite, but if he had to choose a human character, it would be Dipper (Dipper is my favorite, mostly because he's the first character that ever gave me gender envy as a child)

Goddamn, well at least you can be aware of what's causing it now lol.

I'm not sure either. You could pick a scene with both of them in it and draw that, or you could make up your own scenario, if you wanted. You could do something of them as kids at the children's home or something pre-captivity, like the hallucinations drabble. Idk lol just throwing out ideas😅

#ask #🐈#anon #livelaughwhump

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baekhvuns · 2 years

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Glad you didn't get eaten during your presentation 😭

But I do have to say that made me giggle CLOWN TW - Art the clown do be funny sometimes. To think that some people simp for him though, same with Pennywise... questionable to say the least

Speaking of tours: AND FUCK LA!!! Good for the boys for playing stadiums, but encore already? No European dates for this tour?! My hopes of witnessing my fave songs live are getting crushed, same with Ateez they're gonna have 5 new comebacks until they come here...

There's a restaurant called Boca I went to, they should have Boca as their theme tune for sure. True true it's my fave title from DC!

Actually I do think Ravn is sus, and the agency didn't deny everything. Also the way members talked about him, they wanna be treated as 5 from now on and Seoho said he "will continue to be an idol without scandals" 👀 the shade and this whole speech. Not saying he's 100% guilty, but yeah doesn't look good for him 😬 and the fact CyA from Onewe deleted all their songs together the second the allegations came out 🤐

I know some fansites literally have no lives because wtf???

Depends on the music show really, because of my height I couldn't be close to the stage at Inkigayo lol. I think they did one or two takes that's it. It was pre-covid so the rules were a bit different. Sometimes waking up early/staying up late wasn't fun, but the whole experience was better than I expected, the staff was usually very nice! I went to pre-recordings only

I know it says Paris because of LV, but I could've pretended to be in Paris, damn 😅 maybe I would meet model Hwa and whoop his ass

Kpop festivals are so messy and for what?! Like why can't you just organise things properly 😭

I also missed HJ's birthday live because it was at 5am... aaaaand I miss rolling papers

Slides 1, 2, 3, 9, 10 SLUTTY WHORE ACTIVITY ☠☠☠☠☠

MORE BAKER HWA!!! and San is really us, huh

This made me cackle

Omfg that actor x lawyer WIP?! and "two twins, one evil but the evil looking is nice" STOPPPPPPP

Damn your cousin is living your life 💔 did they see them closely?

Another quiz setting us up?! Guess I can share...

That Bodyguard was doing his job so right, wow. And yes I DO love my bodyguard man a lot :V who would have guessed...

Everyone's talking about that e-book website closing, I feel sorry for you all, though I never used it 😭

Oh wow is that concert legit? I 100% won't go, but keusidhshshshshs

Bestie why another lowkey sad quiz, I got - DV 💖

hi hello!!

Glad you didn't get eaten during your presentation 😭

LMFAOOOO BRAMCJCKC I WOULD USE THE IMMIGRANT CARD IF THEY TRIED 🔫🔫

But I do have to say that made me giggle CLOWN TW - Art the clown do be funny sometimes. To think that some people simp for him though, same with Pennywise... questionable to say the least

CLOWN TW FBWKFJWK STOP iM SORRY PPP ARE SIMPING FOR CLOWNS??? what have we because, like imagine if dinosaurs suddenly existed we’d all just “hey i did nOT CONSENT TO THIS! I ACTUALLY IDENTITY AS A ROCK SO U CANT EAT ME”

JFBWKDHCJC LA GETS EVERY MF THING 😭😭😭 LMFAOOOO BESTIE UR GONMA GET TO ENJOY A WHOLE DIFFERENT DISCOGRAPHY 😭😭😭 rip the cyberpunk one

There's a restaurant called Boca I went to, they should have Boca as their theme tune for sure. True true it's my fave title from DC!

A MISSED OPPORTUNITY, BOCA and scream >>> but like their solo songs too 😮‍💨🤚🏼

oh 👁 this is 👁 a new 👁 info 👁 oh wow thats so much more complicated than it already was hUh

I know some fansites literally have no lives because wtf???

nO SRS WHY ARE U NOT EMBARRASSED waiting for the day one of the members pulls a changmin and destroys the fansite

oHHHH i wondered if they did more than two bc of like small mistakes and all, have u seen any small mistakes happen that they handle quickly? like that one case where the stage was like on fire or something,, AHHH THE EXPERIENCE MUSTVE BEEN AMAZING did u try the inkigayo sandwiches or those food trucks idols create 😭😭

I know it says Paris because of LV, but I could've pretended to be in Paris, damn 😅 maybe I would meet model Hwa and whoop his ass

U HAD THE CHANCE I WAS FULL ON ASSUMING UR A PARISIAN GIRLIE MY FRENCH WAS FRENCHING IM TELLING U oh maybe he’d meet u and whoop it differently <3 etl <3

Kpop festivals are so messy and for what?! Like why can't you just organise things properly 😭

NO REALLY WE KNOW ITS HARD BUT NOT THAT HARD 😭😭😭

I also missed HJ's birthday live because it was at 5am... aaaaand I miss rolling papers /// Slides 1, 2, 3, 9, 10 SLUTTY WHORE ACTIVITY ☠☠☠☠☠

tbh i don’t even watch lives if psh isn’t in it bc id end up seeing clips on twt later <33 RBWKHLNFLQDJQK WHEN DID THIS CONCERT TURN INTO A STRIP CLUB KAYQ WHATSGOINON ARE WE TIGHT ON MONEY

MORE BAKER HWA!!! and San is really us, huh

san representing shinestars <3 cannot he happier, expose this whore of a man I CANT TAKE HIM ANYMORE ONE MINUTE HES A BAKER AND THE OTHER HES DOING THIS

This made me cackle

….the way i CANT ACCESS IT 😭😭😭

Omfg that actor x lawyer WIP?! and "two twins, one evil but the evil looking is nice" STOPPPPPPP

YES BESTIE IM DRAFTING THAT UP,, IM NOT GOMMA STOP BC THE MC GETS TO BE WITH THE NICE GUY WHOS ACTUALLY EVIL AND THE EVIL (NICE) ONE TRIES TO WARN NDJDDJ 🤌🏼🤌🏼

Damn your cousin is living your life 💔 did they see them closely?

she did!! close enough that she could not take pictures she heard them both and said they smelled really nice and expensive <3

Another quiz setting us up?! Guess I can share... /// That Bodyguard was doing his job so right, wow. And yes I DO love my bodyguard man a lot :V who would have guessed...

LMFAOOOO WHATS WITH THAT … 🔫🤚🏼🔫 HE REALLY WAS THERES A WHOLE COMPILATION OF IT

oH SO U LIKE THEM HARD ON THE OUTSIDE SOFT ON THE INSIDE MEN 👁👁👄👁👁

Everyone's talking about that e-book website closing, I feel sorry for you all, though I never used it 😭

ITS THE BOOKTOK GIRLS THE COLEEN HOVER FANS if is terrible fhwkdjwk 🔫

Oh wow is that concert legit? I 100% won't go, but keusidhshshshshs

whERE DID I GO WRONG TO HEAR THIS 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫 apparently it is,, apparently it is not but with the stuff happening with concerts in jakarta w/ nct and sehun its rly a 📉📈📉

Bestie why another lowkey sad quiz, I got - DV 💖

ayo anon…ARE U OKAY FBSJFHE

I AM DONE

daily wonderland hwa

WHAT

the american air

yeah but u know who he’d reply to in a second? park seonghwa

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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jordyn-degas · 2 years

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The one that got away

Series: Part 2 Part 3

characters: Naruto Uzumaki x fem! reader additional: Shikamaru Nara; Hinata Uzumaki; mentions of: Gaara, Boruto Uzumaki and Himawari Uzumaki

warnings: characters are 21+; fluff; smut; vaginal sex; oral (f receiving); a bit of chocking because why the hell not?

💀 NSFW! Minors DNI! 💀

notes: YES! I have been MIA because writer's block 😒 4 am - apparently it's my hour for brain rots LOL 😅

I didn't even read it again after writing it so I have no idea what came out of it to be honest 🤣 I simply needed to get this out of my head.

special note: some light reading for my love, my smut partner and my Naruto soulmate @uchihamylove26 💕💕 enjoy! 😎

Mood 🎧 JNR CHOI & SAM TOMPKINS - To the moon

"Come set the mood, yeah You come like sunshine, yeah Call me the moon"

There was this simple assignment that led you to walk the hallway that led to the Hokage's office. It was your quiet, unexpected return to the Hidden Leaf after 13 years in the service of Gaara, the Kazekage of the Sand Village. Reuniting with old friends and memories began as an exciting prospect of your life, the person you were going to see now being one you missed greatly. You have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul:

You were fucked.

"What is he like now?" you asked holding a stack of folders filled with paperwork sent by Gaara.

"Taller. Calmer." Shikamaru Nara scrunched his nose while walking next to you helping you with another stack of papers. "The same idiot nonetheless."

"Shikamaru!" you laughed. "We're talking about Lord Seventh here."

"Yes, we do." he replied with a shrug and a smile. "We're also talking about Naruto Uzumaki. Remember him?"

"Oh, I do." you said nodding slowly. "I do .."

"Hm." Shikamaru hummed eyeing you with the corner of his eyes and a raised eyebrow. "What about you? You seem different."

"I think we are all different since the war." you replied as you both stopped in front of the Hokage's office. "Is there anything of significance I should know before going in there?"

"Congratulate him." Shikamaru replied opening a folder and placing it on top of the others you were holding. "His son started the Academy today."

For a split second, you could feel your heart and breath stopping abruptly as the photograph of a blonde boy with bright blue eyes and a wide grin stared back: Boruto Uzumaki. Fingers brushed softly over the summary of his life up until now, followed by the next page that contained a photo of a younger girl, the same baby blue in her innocent eyes and a dark-blue hair which immediately prompted you to recognize who the mother was. It did not come as a surprise to see the name listed there, staring right back at you: Hinata Uzumaki. The searing pain shocking your body felt as if thousands of knives were embedded into your skin, almost touching vital organs, memories of the past swirling into the present reality. It was hurting more than you would ever care to admit.

After all, he was the one that got away.

"Thank you for the info." you replied in what sounded as a whisper, an unfamiliar dryness coating the insides of your mouth.

"You really had no idea .." Shikamaru said quite surprised to see you staring at the folder as if in a trance. "You might be one of the few."

"I chose to not have information provided on certain people." you said closing the folder and tucking it under the rest. "It was easier to accept the path I've chosen away from all of you."

"Certain people .." Shikamaru said with a small smirk.

"Don't." you rolled your eyes. "Shall we?"

"Y/N, I hope these 13 years washed it all away because .." Shikamaru said while grabbing the doorknob. " .. you might be in for a surprise."

With that, your old friend opened the door to the Hokage's office and walked inside as you followed suit. He stepped to the side while you found yourself in the middle of the room, staring at the back of a tall man with short, yellow hair, a creamy-white cloak draped over the body on which you could clearly read the words painted red that spelled Seventh Hokage. Your fingers immediately gripped the stack of folders tightly, swallowing the knot formed into your throat as you worked on maintaining the professional posture.

"Thirteen years, ha?" Naruto's voice broke the silence, appreciating the deepness that rooted into it as he was now grown, dancing into your eardrums with every single note. "Y/N, you impressed me by being able to stay away from your home for so long."

"Lord Seventh, it had to be done." you replied with such respect in your voice it even had Shikamaru raise his eyebrows. "Tough experiences shape the heart and soul of a person. We tend to grow because of them more than from the simple comfort and happiness of our own home."

Naruto suddenly tensed hearing your words as you could see his shoulders straightening briefly before a deep breath was taken. He took a step back from the window and turned around to face you, to finally put a face to the voice he had missed terribly. Heart skipping more beats than he could count, Naruto took in your appearance, completely taken back as you looked as if you have not aged a single day in these past thirteen years. It was absolutely astonishing how he could feel 18 again just by looking into your eyes. For a brief moment, he stepped back in time. After all, you were the one that got away. Lips parted slightly, heart beating powerfully into your ears, you stifled a sigh that has been building into you since the moment the door opened before your eyes. The impact of his presence had more than a simple effect on you, hands trembling as Naruto's bright, baby blue eyes spilled into yours instantly, sucking all the air your lungs thought they possessed. He looked so mature, imposing and somehow intimidating from behind the desk, knowing he was the Seventh Hokage of the Hidden Leaf, achieving the biggest dream he ever had. You felt like a child in comparison to him, shrinking slightly under his deep gaze. Your eyes shifted quickly, tracing how his lips curved into a melancholic smile that transformed into a wide one, head tilted a bit to the side, eyebrows curved up. Naruto was over the moon that you were standing before him and it showed. On the sidelines, Shikamaru held back a laugh, pleasing himself with only a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Oh, this was going to be interesting!

"That wisdom of yours .." Naruto chuckled stepping from behind the desk, walking right in front of you. " .. could've helped me out along these years."

"I think you've handled it quite well without it .." you chuckled. " .. Lord Seventh."

"Can we skip the pleasantries?" he asked rising an eyebrow and taking the stack of folders out of your hands, placing them on the desk quickly.

"It's only fit." you shrugged. "Respect and all that."

Before you could even react, Naruto's arms wrapped around your neck, body landing against his as you immediately got drunk on the scents attacking your nostrils and mind mercilessly, both of your hearts beating powerfully and in sync, listening to them after all this time. Warmth was radiating off his body, absorbing it yourself, out of instinct pushing yourself more into the embrace, your own arms wrapping around him tightly. Yes, you missed him, oh, so damn much! Shikamaru held back another laugh. As he presumed: 13 years did not mean shit.

"So .." Naruto pulled back from the embrace without actually taking a step back away from your, the closeness intoxicating. "Gaara finally allowed me to borrow you?"

"Finally?" you asked confused.

"I've been trying since I became Hokage." Naruto confessed quite surprised that you did not know.

"Probably he considered I was not ready yet." you replied displaying the well deserved respect you held for Gaara. "I trust his judgement."

"You will have plenty of time to catch up." Shikamaru sighed walking up to us as you and Naruto both took a step back, creating a wider than necessary gap in between the two of you. "Matters at hand."

"Oh, by the way .." you said as Shikamaru pulled the chair for you with Naruto sitting at his desk. "Congratulations!"

"Huh?" Naruto frowned in confusion.

"Boruto." you cracked a smile that threatened to break your face. "His first day at the Academy?"

Naruto did not reply immediately, studying your face a bit too deeply as if looking for something specific. The almost too perfect smile you were displaying had his features soften quickly, despite the fact that you mentioned one of his children. He was never able to escape the effects of your intoxicating smile or laugh, the notes of your voice and deep eyes, beauty and presence. After all, you were the one that got away. Watching how Naruto's gaze was fixated on your face, you have never expected for the next words to cross your mind as you stood into his office, bright blue ripping through your soul: You were fucked. *6 months later*

"No, it wasn't me!" you laughed almost knocking off the glass of wine on the living room table. "It was Kiba, I swear!"

"I've been looking for this for years!" Naruto sighed holding a photograph of the two of you, one Kakashi took before you left for the Sand Village.

"Damn Kiba stole it to annoy you and forgot to give it back." you replied peaking over the table at the photograph. "Instead of giving it to you, he sent it to me."

"We were young .." Naruto said with melancholy. " .. so full of dreams and desires."

"Yeah .." you trailed off switching your gaze to his face, a sad smile gracing his lips.

"Can I keep it?" he asked looking at you with hope.

"Of course." you smiled. "That's why I showed it to you. If you want it, you can have it."

The past six months have been nothing but a delight as you were one of the few people that considered working with Naruto to be easy. Maybe it was because you knew him so well, able to mold yourself on his personality, capable of understanding how he thinks as if it was your own mind. The only downside of having such a close position to Naruto was the pain, the yearning. He was a happily married man as far as you knew with two amazing children you had the honor to meet, Boruto being as much of a menace as his father used to be at his age. That did not stop you from suddenly daydreaming of what it could have possibly been if you wouldn't have left, if you would've had the courage to confess your feelings. With each day, each stolen smile and subtle jokes, Naruto slowly reeled you in again, having your heart beating every single morning knowing you were going to see him, having your mind spinning whenever too close to you than actually needed, having your soul tremble with every innocent touch. You realized in time that the feelings Shikamaru hoped were washed away were still there, powerful and deep. The shame of feeling all of that for someone that was not, nor will ever be, yours was slowly disappearing seeing Naruto consciously getting close to you than normal, than allowed.

"I should go." Naruto said standing up. "Early morning."

"For the both of us." you sighed drinking the last drop of wine from the glass before guiding him to the door.

"I always feel better in your presence." Naruto said out of nowhere as he stood in front of the door. "Thank you."

"Anytime." you said with a small smile and a short nod.

Both standing there, eyes fixated deeply on each other, Naruto's Adam's apple moving up and down constantly from all the excessive swallowing while you played with the hem of your shirt not understanding what was happening. He was looking at you with such happiness, sadness peaking here and there, melancholy dancing into his eyes as you smiled back. You both knew that, right now, your eyes were doing the talking and nothing else. That is how well you knew each other. Naruto's fingers intertwined with yours, pulling them away from the hem of your shirt and you let out a deep breath that nestled into your lungs since he walked into your home for dinner. Only when he took the other hand into his you truly realized how much you ached for him, the deep longing buried for 13 years resurfacing, bound to be seen by him, bound to unravel you before him.

"Y/N .." Naruto whispered taking a step closer.

"Naruto, don't." you said in a weak tone, somehow pleading, yet somehow asking for more. "It's a dangerous road."

"Are you saying no?" he asked pulling you closer, only a coin capable to fit in between your bodies.

"I'm saying that it is dangerous." you replied swallowing hard.

"Why?" Naruto asked, one of his hands letting yours go, his thumb brushing along your lower lip as you could not look away from the eyes that haunted you. "I'm not happy."

"I would be a simple escape." you spoke slowly not wanting to stop his thumb from tracing your lip. "An easy one."

"What if you're not that?" Naruto followed tilting his head slightly, the thumb pushing softly on your lip, rolling it down slightly and you blocked a deep pleasured sigh. "You could never be just that."

"You have a wife." you replied as the word hurt your heart. "Children."

"You left." he said almost accusing you, his tone of such calmness it was impossible to feel attacked. "I had no idea you will return until it was too late."

"I needed to leave." you swallowed hard as his nose brushed against yours, warm breath fanning over your lips and a shiver ran down your spine. "As much as it hurt."

"And now you're back in my life." Naruto said, his eyes never leaving yours for a split second as you slowly but surely got drunk on him. "I can't lose you for another 13 years."

"Naruto, p-please .." you whispered against his lips, closing your eyes feeling the pain you constantly tried to hide. "I-I can't handle it .. I-I'm so weak when it comes to .."

Forcing yourself to swallow the last word, knowing how much you were giving yourself away as your body reacted on its own, walking backwards with Naruto holding your hand, the other cupping your cheek until you hit the wall of the hallway. Keeping your eyes completely shut, you felt a bit of control, a bit of steadiness even if you could feel him incredibly close, shutting down your brain bit by bit.

"Say it." Naruto said, fingers moving to hold your chin. "Please."

"P-please .. please!" you begged him knowing that once you utter the last word you are as good as gone, you would be trapped into him, you would fail to not be the factor tearing apart his family. "Family, Naruto. You have a family."

"Say it." he pushed, tone deepening, lips brushing against your once again as your knees almost caved.

"You have a wife." you tried reinforcing yourself, tears gathering under the closed eyelids. "You have a fucking wife."

"YOU make me happy." Naruto said as if in the same pain as yours. "Only YOU."

"No, no, no." you replied breathless, the tears escaping past your closed eyes and rolling down your blushing cheeks. "No, Naruto. Please, stop!"

"I've missed you for 13 years, every single day of my life." he pushed again letting your chin go, taking your hands and placing them on his chest, right on top of his heart. "Feel it because you know I would never lie to you."

The heartbeats were so powerful you could feel his heart into your palm, his words punching the pressure in your chest, releasing it into the entire body, goosebumps filling up the skin as his hands cupped your face.

"Open your eyes, please." Naruto pleaded. "Don't be afraid of me."

Trembling body, heartbeats threatening to carve a whole into your chest, hands gripping Naruto's shirt tightly, you opened your eyes as more tears spilled only to find a match for them. Naruto had his own staining his beautiful face, one now engulfed in pain and love, eyes of such a clear blue as never seen before. You could see and feel that he had the exact same feelings as you did, the love you had for him was even greater than the pain, wanting for once to feel as if he belongs to you and you belong to him.

"You're beautiful." Naruto said shaking his head slightly as if he could not believe what he was seeing. "You're the perfection I have been looking for my entire life."

"You." you said softly, hands pulling him closer.

"Me?" he asked with a small frown.

"You asked me to say it." your voice shaky, afraid of the outcome. "I'm weak when it comes to YOU."

"Y/N, I have been weak when it comes to you since I can remember." he chuckled lightly pulling your face as your lips were close to touching. "You're my chance at true happiness and love. Don't take it away from me again, please!"

"I won't." you caved as you wanted the exact same thing, him always being your only chance, the only you ever desired. "But promise me you'll be here when I wake up."

After all, he was the one that got away. Naruto pulled back slightly, hands quickly working their way under your armpits and pushing you upwards, instinct kicking in as you wrapped your legs around him, both staring at each other with parted lips, lust and love dangerously dancing together.

"I promise to be here in the morning." Naruto whispered with a soft smile. "And every morning after."

Diving into the endless void, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly as you pulled the man you have always loved into a deep kiss. Lips began working each other slowly and timidly as if you were both afraid it was a dream before the intensity grew as seconds passed by. Tongue flicking along Naruto's lower lip, his mouth gave you access along with a breathless moan before taking over completely. He followed almost instantly, not giving you a single chance to dominate the delicious intertwining of your tongues, exploring each other's mouth with fervor, body entangled fully as he carried you into the bedroom. Senses activating completely, the hairs on your body raised realizing what was about to happen and who was the person that was going to fulfill a desire you harbored since your 19th birthday. Placing you on the bed with ease, Naruto hovered over you, half-lidded eyes as he stared at you for a bit, a bright blush coloring your cheeks abruptly.

"Do you want me?" he asked wanting to convince him that this was indeed happening.

"Yes." you breathed, hands grabbing the hem of his shirt and raising it up slightly to see the well toned abs you have always imagined. "I want you."

Without wasting a single second, Naruto pulled the shirt of your body, braless breasts escaping their confinement, teeth biting on his lower lip as he did nothing but to stare at you. Out of pure instinct, arms shot up to cover yourself, the intensity of his gaze throwing you off.

"Please, love." Naruto said wrapping his fingers around your wrists, pulling your arms away and placing them above your head, eyes darting from yours to your breasts and back up. "You're perfect."

The shiver that shocked your body had him chuckle softly, fingers trailing down from your neck, down the collarbone, slowly going in between your breasts, pinching playfully the skin of your belly before reaching the hem of your shorts. Holding your breath, Naruto pulled them off, throwing them on the floor, before making the panties disappear as well, leaving you exposed in your entirety. Once he spend enough time taking in the nakedness of your form, a satisfied smile gracing his lips, tongue wetting them with hunger, Naruto took a step in front of the bed and you placed your foot on his lower abdomen.

"Off." you said biting your inner cheek. "All of it."

He let out a colorful laugh that pulled yours out as well, completely drunk on how powerful you felt seeing him so mesmerized by your body. It was easily noticeable that you took over his mind fully, nothing else occupying his brain but your nakedness and willingness to be his. A gasp left your lungs seeing him bare right before your eyes for the first time in your life, eyes moving away from his face, a lustful smirk tugging at his lips, and down his chest, mesmerized by every single muscle this man's body revealed before you, licking your lips as your gaze danced down the abs and going straight for what you have always been curious about. Eyebrows shooting up slightly in obvious surprise, you swallowed hard realizing the size of his cock, staring at it as it was throbbing in all its might right before your eyes. A deep sigh rolled off your lips that was muffled by his lips, Naruto quick as always in his movements, hovering over you and kissing the life out of you, teeth pulling at your lower lip slightly earning him the first moan of the night. One of his hands went in between your breasts, fingers softly trailing their outline before moving to cup one of them, digging into its flesh and you gasped into his mouth. The kiss intensified, arms resting on his back, nails grazing the skin so softly it had him arch slightly much to your surprise. Pulling away from your lips and leaving your gasping for air, Naruto trailed hot, wet kisses along the jaw, working his way down your neck while his hands cupped both of your breasts, squeezing and playing with them, pulling shivers out of you with a deep satisfaction. A high pitched moan bounced off the walls of the bedroom the moment his lips locked on one of your hardened buds, sucking and flicking it with his tongue while paying equal attention to the other as well. As he worked both of your sensitive breasts, saliva smeared all over them as you gasped for air, his other hand traveled right in between your legs and you jumped slightly with Naruto smiling against your skin. Two of his fingers spread your pussy lips open, middle finger exploring the hotness of the area, wetness dripping all over his hand. A violent spasm rocked your body as he trapped your clit in between his index and middle finger, pressing it in between them and your back arched, hips moving instinctively.

"You're so wet for me, baby." Naruto purred moving away from your chest, swollen nipples glistening into the faint moonlight, as he kneeled in front of the bed looking directly into your exposed pussy and licking his lips. "You really wanted me."

"Yes!" you moaned as with one hand he spread your lips while the other explored everything it had to offer. "God, yes!"

Pinching softly the bundle of nerves that held your sanity, Naruto smirked seeing your inviting pussy clenching around nothing, knowing how much you wanted him to ravage your body, to truly make you his. Muttering a 'fuck', he kept you open as he laid his tongue flat against your wetness, a relieved sigh leaving you, before dragging it up along the opening, tip of the tongue flicking your clit and you jumped upwards slightly from the pressure. Naruto realized you weren't one to stay in one place when the pleasure consumed you, he wrapped his arms around your thighs locking you in place completely, your hands gripping the sheets the moment his lips sucked on your sweet bundle of nerves, a loud moan slipping away. Tongue moved expertly in between your wet folds, drinking in any bit of sweetness you offered him, daring to push it into your pussy, the tip of his nose applying that delicious pressure on the clitoris that had you roll your eyes into the back of your head. Picking up the speed, adjusting to your body's movements, the first finger went in, squeezing him enough for a low growl to vibrate against your pussy. Your hips started moving without even thinking, pushing yourself into his face, hands reaching to grip his hair and provide you with leverage to grind against him. Naruto watched every single one of your reactions, completely drunk on the sweetness of your pussy, wanting to have you come first before having his way with you. Another finger went in, both curving up and bumping against the spot that was going to have you spill into his open mouth. Pumping them in and out of you, tongue swirling around, flicking your clit, working its way around your folds before sucking on the bundle of nerves with fervor. Body spasms multiplying by the second as he felt the swollen spot, fingers dragging in and out, the clenching of your pussy suffocating them, he smirked knowing how close your were.

"Cum for me, baby." Naruto spoke against your pussy, the vibrations shooting right into your core. "Let me taste you."

Hips rolling against his fingers, gasps and whimpers rolling off your pretty, pouty lips as Naruto brought you to the edge by biting softly on your swollen clit. Tightening the grip on his hair, your mouth opened widely, a scream erupted, eyes rolling into the back of your head as you spilled your orgasm all over him, the sounds of Naruto's mouth collecting his reward having your body trembling violently, toes curled in exquisite pleasure. Fingers worked slowly, allowing you to ride the release before pulling them out with a pop.

"As I thought." Naruto smiled with satisfaction as you watched him sucking yourself off his fingers, pussy clenching again at the sight. "Absolutely delicious."

Climbing into the bed, Naruto pulled you after him easily, you were still coming off of your high as you were placed on his lap, legs straddling his waist. The image before you had your mind and heart racing. Naruto's blue eyes darkened, lust flashing in them for you to see, a faint blush pinching his cheeks while his puffy lips were smeared with your cum. Wrapping your arms around his neck, Naruto pulled you into a deep kiss while squeezing the fat of your thighs, the sweet taste of your release now spread all over your lips, him feeding you with your own cum. Moaning into his mouth, you could feel his cock twitching under you, touching your clit patiently. Your hand traveled along his abdomen before wrapping your fingers around his hard cock, squeezing it a bit and Naruto groaned into your mouth. Thumb spreading the pre-cum along the tip, you lifted your hips and glided the cockhead in between your folds to lubricate it with your own wetness.

"Fuck." Naruto gasped, teeth clenching around your lower lip. "Impatient, aren't we?"

"I want you." you replied with a playful smile. "This is me wanting you. As deep as possible."

Naruto eyed you slightly taken back at your boldness as he knew you did not used to be so straightforward. He found himself incredibly pleasured by the sight of your hand around his cock, teasing both with it as you kept it placed at the entrance of your sweetness. His hands moved up on your waist, gripping it tightly as he loved the way your curves were especially obvious in that area, flowing perfectly into the thickness of your hips and ass.

"Take me, baby." Naruto purred against your before stealing a kiss. "I'm yours."

You pulled yourself backwards a bit, hands gripping his broad shoulders, muscles flexing under your touch as you let your body sink slowly on the cock that was sure to stretch you out exactly the way you always wished for. Sinking on it, ever so slowly, as he watched your lips sucking him in, beads of sweat already forming on your back from the hot sting. You allowed yourself to tease the both of you, keeping the cockhead tightly wrapped right past the muscle ring, clenching on it willingly as Naruto's head fell backwards, gasps filling the air. It felt so good with only the tip, you wondered how it will be with all of it inside of you, to the hilt. Pushing yourself up, his cock escaped the warmth of your pussy and he whimpered. The Seventh Hokage whimpered like a baby for your pussy and such a deep satisfaction overcame you that you rewarded him by sinking yourself back again. This time you pushed past the stinging and the painful stretch it caused, an immense pleasure ripping throughout your body as you pushed yourself down. And down. And down. And down. Naruto's flushed face had you smile playfully, sitting on him completely, cock twitching inside and you moaned at the sensation.

"T-too good!" you gasped as the simple feeling of him being inside of you pushing you to the edge.

Naruto pushed you up by the waist, squeezing harder than before and your eyes melted into each other's, immediately reading his intentions, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders as you braced. Before you could even take a breath, he slammed you roughly on his dick, a scream rupturing from your lungs as it hit so deep you almost came on the spot. Mind dizzy, lips parted slightly, drunk completely with him, with his cock, his scent and the scents of sex filling the bedroom, you lifted your hips again and thrusted him inside of you. Slowly, still adjusting his size, you bounced yourself up and down as you could see his eyes trying to take in the entire image: saliva gathered into the corners of your mouth from the pleasure, tits bouncing on the rhythm of the movements, pussy sucking him in deliciously, perfectly, beyond anything he had fantasized before. Picking up the pace, you started shivering from the pleasure and his ability to reach places no one could before.

"GOD!" you moaned as you dropped hard on him, cock hitting the deepest spot in your pussy.

"Not God, baby." Naruto chuckled wrapping one of his hands around your neck and pulling you forward, back arching by instinct. "Just me."

Sinking down against the headboard of the bed, Naruto pulled you forward, lips brushing against each other as he held tightly on your neck, nipples brushing his chest enough to arouse you even more, your knees digging into the mattress while he bent his upwards creating the perfect angle to pound into you.

"Your pussy was made for my cock." Naruto whispered stealing short kisses while applying the necessary pressure on your neck that had you clenching around him constantly. "You wanted me? You're mine."

The other hand grabbed your hip, cock sliding out of you up to the tip before Naruto pushed himself into you with such force you let out a chocked out scream. It was the moment where you truly gave up control, his cock fucking itself into you with fast and rough repeated thrusts that had you completely weak for this man. Letting go of your neck, arms wrapped around him, nails scratching his back with the purpose of sending him home with a gift, the possessiveness overcoming you, lips latching on the skin of his neck, in the most exposed spot as you started sucking on it which had him moaning loudly, pussy mercilessly devouring his cock, a heavy palm landing on your ass cheek.

"You want to get me in trouble?" Naruto laughed dangerously.

"F-Fuck!" you moaned, his hips slamming against your ass furiously. "Yes!"

"Then do it, baby." Naruto's deep, husky voice whispered into your ear. "Fill me up with your mark."

His words traveled at the speed of light throughout your body, lips founding another spot on which you could inflict the purple mark enough to be visible for every single person to see. You were not thinking straight anymore, letting out only moans and dirty words spill out of your mouth as his cock abused your pussy, hitting the cervix with such precision it was astonishing. Naruto's arms wrapped around your waist tightly to keep you in place, in the perfect angle that could split you open, ramming his throbbing cock into you, fucking you completely dumb, the squelching sounds of your pussy spilling all over him driving you both insane. He absolutely adored the sounds he could pull out of you, the sounds of your pussy sucking his cock in, the sounds he was making because of you. All of it was because of you.

"N-Naruto!" you moaned loudly, turning almost into a scream. "S-so g-goo-good .. so .. so .. R-right th-AH-there!"

"My God, baby!" Naruto groaned as your pussy started tightening, his lips finding your neck to offer you the same treatment. "Such a fucking perfect pussy!"

"O-only f-for youuuu!" you moaned again and again and again, desperate from the pleasure.

You were so incredibly wet, Naruto could feel the sheets completely drenched under him as all the arousal kept spilling out of your pussy, coating his cock with the most delicious taste he has ever experienced. His lips were caught by yours into a feral kiss that had his knees trembling, moaning into his mouth, skins slapping against each other and you clenched. Harder than before, tighter than before which meant that you were close. Naruto brought one of his hands in between your legs, palm circling on your clit, increasing the pace of his cock so much he knew he was close to straining the muscles of his thighs, fingers keeping open your folds. You were the most perfect woman he has ever had in his bed.

"B-baby .. b-ba-AHH-by!" you kept moaning, tonality turning high pitched as seconds went by.

"Yes, yes." Naruto felt you closing on him, suffocating his cock with your delicious pussy. "Cum on my cock, baby."

Tightening your arms around his neck, cheek pressing against his, mouth spilling moans directly into his ear, you clenched with such force he let out the loudest moan you have ever heard. This time you came even more violently than before, entire body going through spasms and shivers, hips rolling to meet his thrusts half way. Your release spilled with a deep pressure all over Naruto's hard cock, slipping right past it and drenching his thighs even more than before. Body going limp into his arms, he placed kisses all over your face, capturing your lips into a deep kiss, tongues massaging each other.

"So good, love." Naruto purred into your ear, erratic breathing appearing as a sign that he was about to cum as well. "So perfect for me."

"Fill me up, baby." you whispered into his ear, the last of your force being used to pull at his earlobe, tongue flicking it.

Sliding his cock along the insides of your oversensitive pussy at an aggressive speed, he used your body as he saw fit, bullying himself into you again and again, sloppy thrusts pushing your cum back inside, splashing it all over the bed, and Naruto gritted his teeth, pulling back to kiss you. With another deep thrust that hit far back, your teeth clenching around his lower lip and he hissed, cock twitching inside the warmth of your gummy walls before spilling his hot, sticky seed into you. Relaxing, Naruto rode out his high with slow thrusts, pushing his cum deep into you where it belonged, some spilling down his cock. Panting heavily, you both remained entangled while catching your breaths and you pulled back cupping his face.

"You're mine." you said as you shamelessly pushed the guilt back to wherever it came from.

"I am yours." Naruto smiled kissing you. "Forever, baby."

After slow kisses were planted on your puffy lips, Naruto slid out of you and picked you up, carrying your tired body into the bathroom. He wanted to bathe with you before stuffing you full again and again until the sun would creep through the curtains and fall asleep into each other's arms. For the rest of your lives.

After all, you were the one that got away.

❈❈

"Dear Naruto,

Oh, who am I lying with such introduction? My love .. By the time you wake up, I will be on my way towards the Sand Village. I watched you peacefully sleep into my bed and that is when I truly realized how unhappy your were in your own home. You came to me for salvation, for that love we always wondered when young if it truly exists. I can say from the bottom of my heart that it does.

How do I know? Because I can feel my love for you. Because I can feel your love for me.

However, I do not want to be the reason for which your family breaks. I want to be the reason for your love and happiness forever. That can mean only one thing.

Naruto, leave her because you truly feel unhappy in your marriage and not because I appeared again into your life. Such decision takes serious thinking which I know you do not always have. But now? Now is the time to truly and deeply think: If I hadn't come back, would you have stayed in the marriage? If the answer is yes, it means that I was the reason for breaking you up. If the answer is no, it means that it is time for you to choose yourself, to be happy.

Come find me once you are completely sure of your resolve and feelings, no matter what the answer is. A family is more important than anything. Your happiness is my happiness no matter the choice. I will wait for your for a lifetime if needed. After all, you were the one that got away. Love, Y/N"

Naruto held the letter he found on the nightstand three days ago after he woke up and you were not there. Opening the door of his home, he read once again the words he already memorized, and walked inside.

"Hinata?" Naruto called losing the shoes.

"You're home." his wife smiled greeting him.

"We need to talk." Naruto said expressionless while folding the letter and placing it into the back pocket of his pants. "It's time."

After all, you were the one that got away.

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Hi darling!!!! If you are taking requests there is this fic idea I have that won't leave my head (I can't write anything to save myself)and I just adore how you portray the moon boys! So basically..... It's a Marc × Y/N ,Steven ×Y/N , jake × Y/N and the reader knows the boys since they were young but bc she was struggling with sh her parents put her in phych ward at 15 and she couldn't see mark when she turned 18 she managed to leave but Marc was already gone and they meet years later.... I guess it's up to you how it turn out in the end.... Sorry if I'm rumbling I just can't get it out of my head 😅😅😅

Once Upon A December

Pairing: Marc Spector / Steven Grant x fem!Reader (mentions of Jake)

Word Count: 2.5k

Content Warnings: Explicit talk about self harm, mentions of mental institutions, mentions of medication, Marc’s mum being a massive b****, a whole metric fuckton of angst, mentions of substance abuse, mention of mental illness, major hurt/comfort, pet names, due to the nature of this story: 18+! MDNI!

A/N: Is it 2:30am and I chugged nearly 6 cups of coffee while writing that? Yes. Have I, yet again, hurt my own feelings? Also yes. To the anon who requested this... I'm absolutely in love with the idea and as you can see I couldn't hold back pulling an almost all-nighter. On a side note: I blame all typos on the unholy amount of caffeine.

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Far away,

Long ago,

Glowing dim as an ember,

Things my heart

Used to know

Things it yearns to remember

-Once Upon A December from the “Anastasia” Soundtrack

‘Out of sight out of mind’ - You had heard that stupid saying so many times in your life by now and you never really got it. You couldn’t name one thing that had left your thoughts just because it was out of your imminent sight, although you wished for so many things to just disappear into thin air….especially memories of days long gone.

Memories of your parents screaming at you after they found a bloodied scalpel in your nightstand, a scalpel your mother was missing from her handicrafts supply. Memories of your parents going even harder at you after they had searched your entire body and found healing scars alongside fresh cuts coated with a delicate layer of slowly hardening scabs. After that incident a seemingly never ending avalanche of memories from bleak white rooms, doctors and nurses in loveless white coats and equally white, tiny, little paper cups followed. The only two things not entirely white in your memory from that time were the many pills they made you swallow and a pair of vibrant yellow socks embroidered with small, blue scarabs.

“Marc.” You whimpered in remembrance of your childhood best friend, the only person you’d ever trust again in this world. That much you’d sworn to yourself.

It’s been at least ten years since you last saw him, looking out of your room at the psych ward, hammering and screaming against the thick glass window, as you watched his father picking him up. His mother was nowhere to be seen that afternoon, as rain-bearing clouds hung heavy in the sky, of course she wasn’t. Not a single day since then went by without you thinking about him…. about Steven and Jake too.

“Fuck.” Your voice, that was but a mere raspy whisper, echoed back from your bedroom walls.

He’d been able to leave this hellhouse of an institution one year before you could and in that time your best friend got ripped out of your sight completely. Laying in the dark room, with your trembling body wrapped around your pillow it came back to you so clearly as if it happened yesterday: You were dismissed from your white prison on a freezing December morning, thick snowflakes getting lost in your hair as the personnel threw you out in the open, with nowhere to go but back to your dysfunctional family. But that’s not where you went first, no. With your old duffle bag you took the next best bus into the city. The money you had safed up since weeks before your 18th birthday was roughly enough to buy a one-way ticket, but it took you where you so desperately needed to go. Marc’s parents' house. You were still able to hear the ringing of the doorbell in your ears, the painful memory of Marc’s mother opening the door, laughing in your face in cruel amusement.

“Well, look…if that isn’t Marcs’ psycho girlfriend, huh?” The woman had spat in your face, self-righteously swirling a glass of wine in her hand. To this day you regretted not slapping it right out of her grip.

“Tough luck, missy, he took off months ago to god knows where.” The smell of alcohol on her breath seeped through the icy air leaving you wanting to gag.

With that she had slammed the door back shut in front of your nose, absolutely eradicating any hope of seeing Marc again.

The pain from back then hadn’t faded just the slightest as it bit itself through your ribcage once again. In a helpless motion you curled yourself even tighter around your already tear-soaked pillow that really wasn’t giving any solace to you. For tonight you had already spilled all your tears so the only thing that left your sore throat were silent wails of misery until your burning lungs couldn’t take any more.

Your arms were still tightly wrapped around the damp fabric as you managed to toss yourself on your back, your weary, bloodshot eyes darting towards the ceiling of your tiny apartment. You thought you’d be free and safe in the walls of your own place, but everything that had happened still held you hostage within your own head. Tonight it was so bad that you craved something to shut all the thinking down for good. You needed a strong drink - or most likely at least four.

The pure depression inhabiting every fiber of your body made it nearly impossible to get off of your bed, but you dragged your exhausted body towards your wardrobe anyway. An oversized hoodie and a pair of black pants would do, you thought to yourself, as you hid into the saggy piece of clothing. You didn’t even care how done and rough you were looking while you grabbed your wallet and keys from your nightstand and slipped into a pair of worn out chucks. Clearly not the ideal equipment for the snow-covered streets, but to hell with that. Yet again it was December and the outside world so cold as you felt on the inside. A good shot of whisky would break the ice lacing your heart, you chuckled to yourself with no trace of joy in your tone.

The gummy soles of our trainers barely kept the moisture from soaking through to your socks as you strode towards the pub a few streets down. It was a weeknight so not exactly much pushing and shoving in front of the counter. It suited you just right because tonight you left your patience right at the door.

Before the bartender even had the chance to ask what you wanted, you threw him a stern glance and said: “Double whisky on the rocks.”

The man behind the counter grumpily mumbled something along the lines of ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ apparently being out of stock today, but tended to prepare your order nonetheless.

Without even looking, he slammed the glass down in front of you, nearly spilling larger parts of it onto the wooden surface. As fast as he had served you the drink, the caramel-coloured liquid went straight down your throat, the alcohol burning its way down into your stomach.

“Another one.” You huffed, the smoky taste spreading in your mouth.

“Sorry?” The bartender turned back to you, raising his eyebrows up into a certainly confused arch.

“I said, another one.” You reached into your back pocket, pulling out your wallet from which you drew a 50£ note and pressing it on the counter to sign him that you had the money and that the rest was none of his business.

“Got it…” The man responded, taking the bottle from the shelf again and pouring you another one.

You were tempted to flush it down one go again, but you knew that it wouldn't be the best of ideas if you still planned on getting back home walking upright. Nonetheless, you took a deep drag from the glass, this time allowing the taste to work its way deeper into your tastebuds.

It took but a handful of minutes for the first effects to set in. Subconsciously your jaw stopped clenching and your shoulders slumped down a little, the weight of the world slowly gliding off of them. You started to feel somewhat close to okay, although ‘numb’ was your version of okay. The demons in the back of your head were still raging at full force, but now it was easier to shut them out, to ignore them until you’d wake up tomorrow, most likely sporting a massive hangover. None of that was any new to you. A paracetamol or two for breakfast would do the trick.

Your fingers were toying around the edge of the glass, circling it in an almost caressing manner, as a voice from behind uttered something that led your heart to stop for a split second.

“Pumpkin?”

You nearly knocked your drink right off the counter, turning your entire torso around with so much force that your spine creaked in agony.

“....M-Marc?...” The name fell from your lips with a weight that was ready to crash the wooden tiles underneath you.

“Pumpkin?!” The man with dark, messy hair not far from you repeated equally in shock.

“MARC!” You called out again, jumping from your stool and stumbling forwards.

With every step you took your knees felt weaker, progressively giving out under the flood of emotions that waved through you without a warning, until you crashed front first into a pair of wide open arms. Before you could even realize it, a violent stream of white-hot tears burst from your eyes, running down your cheeks and soaking the fabric of Marc's sweater underneath your chin. He held you, wrapped his arms around your shaking body so tight as if he wanted to press every broken part within you back together.

“Marc…” You wailed out, your sobs muffled by his shoulder.

Through your teary vision you barely took notice of the people around you staring at the both of you and, honestly, you couldn’t care less about what they were thinking or if you were about to get kicked out of the pub. In this very moment nothing mattered but the man pressing you so close to his chest that you felt his heart hammering right next to yours.

“I’m right here.”, The familiar and so dearly missed voice softly whispered to you “We’re all right here.”

A new load of tears was about to break its way, but you tried to hold it back as good as you could, tried to catch your breath. The need to see Marc’s face stronger than the impulse of rising tears.

About a thousand questions filled your head as you rubbed your face over his sweater, trying to wipe your stinging eyes before you carefully leaned back in his embrace. You almost didn’t dare to look at him because you feared that it was all just a dream, an illusion that would burst into nothingness as soon as you’d lay your eyes on his face…. but it didn’t. There he was, a pair of watery eyes beaming right back at you as if you were the most precious thing in the entire world.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Marc stated as if it was the most logical thing anyone had ever said.

You answered with a nod, no questions asked, not now, not here.

Grabbing you by the hand, he strode forward, the both of you leaving your half empty glass and the 50 quit behind. You didn’t even think about that because no money would be worth turning around right now, taking the risk of losing Marc again just because you turned your back towards him for a split second.

With your thoughts short-circuiting on every possible level you barely recognised leaving the pub, a breeze of frosty winter air hitting you from the side. All you knew was Marc holding your hand as he led you across the street, guided the way however many blocks down and eventually up a flight of stairs. A door fell into its lock and you were once more not far from simply collapsing if it wasn’t for Marc holding you like dear life depended on it.

“All this time….so close?” You croaked, your racing thoughts desperately trying to make any sense of what had happened in the past 30 minutes.

“That doesn’t matter anymore. Now I’m here… you’re here!” He murmured into your slightly damp hair as he carefully carried your nearly completely limp figure towards his bed, gently sitting you down on his mattress.

You couldn’t help yourself but to stare at him, watching his every move in case he might just disappear into thin air after all.

“Hey, pumpkin…”, His soft voice tried to break through to you “Let’s get you out of those wet shoes, hm?”

You nodded, hardly recognising the movement of your own head. With a soft, too-good-to-be-true smile Marc crouched down in front of you, his hands starting to untie your shoelaces. In a slow motion he pulled your wet feet free from the entirely soaked trainers before he did the same to the cold cotton socks clinging to your skin.

“Oh, love, you must be freezing!” The tone of his voice had changed entirely, his voice suddenly laced with a telltale London accent.

“Steven?!” It burst out of your mouth in a mewl.

“Long time no see, love.”, He chirped softly, “Stay right there, I’ll grab some dry clothes for you, yeah?”

If you weren’t too overwhelmed with literally everything you would’ve laughed at his words. Of course you’d stay right there. Where else would you want to go?!

Steven, his features now visibly softer and less tense than Marc’s, rose from the floor and turned towards a messy rack that served as a make-shift wardrobe. Sifting through unorganized stacks of shirts, shorts and a pile of socks, he threw pieces of cloth over his shoulder before coming back to you.

“Can’t let you sit here soaked and shivering like that.” Steven muttered more to himself than to you as he kneeled back onto the floor.

Without him having to ask, you peeled yourself out of the now rather soggy hoodie and equally sopping pants, thankfully accepting the dry and snug set of shorts and a white t-shirt. Throwing your wet clothes to the side, you nearly flinched as you felt Steven slipping a warm pair of socks over your feet. In a surprised motion your eyes shot back to his hands and your already critically overstimulated heart threatened to burst right out of your chest as you saw which pair of socks he’d chosen: Bright yellow, dotted with tiny blue scarabs.

“You-... you still have them?” Your tired eyes widened subconsciously.

“Of course! They are your favourite!” Steven replied, taking a seat next to you on the soft mattress.

“Yes…. they are…” You confirmed, your hands reaching out to him, needing to feel him close to you.

Without hesitating for just a second, he scooted closer to you, leaning into your embrace.

“I missed you so much!” You wrapped your trembling hands around his torso as tight as you could, deeply inhaling his smell that felt like home to you more than anything else ever had ever done.

“I missed you too, love.”, He raised his hands up to your head, gently brushing over your hair while peppering loving kisses all over your forehead, “We all missed you so terribly much and this time we won’t go anywhere….at least not without you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!”

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