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hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf · 12 days ago

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Ghost

ghost!mingi x fem!reader

Trigger warnings: mingi's dead so

Content warnings: names (mi amor, good girl), oral (f rec), fingering, size kink, praise, hair pulling, mingi's actually obsessed and in love

Summary: Your neighborhood friendly ghost can't stand not having you.

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: happy halloween babes!! i wrote this after a lovely discussion with rae and i've been dying to share it. and what better time to share than halloween? anyways i hope you enjoy and if you'd like to be tagged in future stories, feel free to comment, message, or send an ask! love you x

Tags: @bahng-chrizz

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You’d known for a while that your house was haunted. You often felt like you were being watched and sometimes things moved on their own. Doors would open and close by themselves and the tv would turn on in the middle of the night. It didn’t scare you anymore given how long you’d lived there. You often spoke to the ghost as if it were a friend that you’d known for ages.

But when you awoke to feeling watched yet again, something was off. It didn’t feel like the usual presence. There was someone physically in the room with you. You laid as still as possible and kept your breathing even, paralyzed with fear and afraid to open your eyes to find a murderer in your room.

“I know you’re awake.” A deep voice resonated around the room. You slowly opened your eyes but no one was there. Not at the foot of your bed, not near your closet.

“Who’s there?” You called, sitting up and searching the room frantically. Slowly, in the corner of the room, a man materialized before your eyes. “Who are you?” You scrambled to the corner where your bed was pushed against the wall and tried to make yourself smaller.

“I won’t hurt you.” He said simply as he moved closer. “You know I won’t. I haven’t in all the time you’ve lived here.”

“How do you know how long I've lived here?” You asked cautiously, shrinking away from him when he reached the edge of the bed. You could see hints of scarring reaching up his neck, towards his jaw. They were in a pattern like nothing you’d ever seen before.

“Because I live here too.” He looked down with a sad smile and shook his head. “Or I used to.” He elaborated when you didn’t respond. “I’m the previous owner. Name’s Mingi.” He held out his hand and you noticed more of the beautiful scars traveling up his arm.

“But that’s-” You shook your head and refused to touch him, panic filling your body. “That’s impossible.” The previous owner was dead. You’d heard the story from the neighbors when you moved in.

“How come you can accept my presence when you can’t see me?” He tilted his head as his hand dropped. “You aren’t phased by my being here when I'm moving things to get your attention. Why are you so nervous now?”

“That was…that was you?” The unease began to dissipate but you still refused to move any closer to him.

“Of course it was me. This was my house.” Something about his expression changed. It became darker, more possessive. “And you became mine too when you moved in.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked quietly.

“I’ve been watching over you since day one.” He leaned down, crawling into your personal space, and you tried to lean away but the wall prevented you from shrinking further away. “I know everything about you. I know your favorite foods, I know you prefer cats over dogs. I know you have to brush your teeth before you put your shirt on after a shower so the little sprinkles of toothpaste don’t get on the material.” His eyes dipped to your lips for a moment, heating before meeting your hesitant gaze once more. “I know what you look like in your most intimate moments. As far as I'm concerned, you’re mine.” You gasped softly at the implications and he looked back at your lips, this time refusing to look away. “I’ve wanted you from the start. Wanted to know the feel of your body under my hands. I want to be the one to give you mind-numbing pleasure.” Finally he met your gaze again and found your eyes already darkening. “Let me give you that. Just tonight.”

“I don’t even know you.” You whispered, heat pooling between your legs at the confession and his subsequent request.

“You do. You gave me a silly little nickname and you talk to me every day.”

“You’re a ghost!” You whisper yelled.

“A ghost who spent every day from the moment you moved in trying to learn how to manifest just to be with you.” He leaned in closer and you reeled back, your head hitting the wall. He immediately reached behind you and cupped the back of your head, soothing over the area you’d just hit. You expected to feel body heat or maybe even an icy touch that indicated lack of life. Instead, he was the same temperature as the air around you, his cool fingers grazing over the area to make sure you weren’t injured. “Careful, mi amor. Don’t hurt yourself.”

“What are you doing to me?” You asked defeatedly, certain that some supernatural power was responsible for swaying you.

“Taking care of you.” He gently pulled you away from the wall and you suddenly realized just how small you were in comparison to him. The thought sent a thrill through your body. “Will you let me?”

Slowly, you nodded. He felt too familiar for you to truly be afraid. You were genuinely terrified at first but the moment he started listing things about you, you felt at ease. He felt like an old lover.

“Thank you.” He seemed so affected by your agreeing, his voice already rough with desire. “Thank you.” He repeated as he pulled you closer, eyes fixed on your lips. He urged you to lay back as he pulled the sheets away and you shivered as cool air caressed your body.

It felt surreal to be kissed by the ghost who’d haunted you for years. It was electrifying in a way you hadn’t expected. “Wanted to kiss you for so long…” He mumbled against your lips before moving lower. Cool lips trailed down to your throat and you shivered as a hand came to rest on your hip.

“Can’t believe I'm finally touching you. Never felt something so fucking perfect. Haven’t felt anything in so long.” Already he sounded dazed as he wasted no time in moving down the bed. He tugged your panties off and tossed them aside, immediately kissing your thighs as he pushed them apart to accommodate him. “So fucking perfect.” He marveled as he stared at your pussy.

You wanted to close your legs as you became flustered but he was just strong enough to keep you from clamming up on him. And then his lips met your cunt in a kiss so soft, so delicate that your head spun, and you couldn’t imagine pushing him away.

He groaned at the way you relaxed under his touch and did it again, this time firmer. You bit your lip at the touch and reached a hand down to tangle in his platinum tresses. It was so strange to touch someone who had no body heat. You could feel the press of his hands, the way his tongue traced over your folds, but it was all just as cool as the room around you.

The man was a genius with his tongue. It was clear he’d had plenty of practice when he was still alive and jealousy burned at your insides. Envy. You found it a bit unfair that you were only just getting a chance with someone so skilled and he was a literal ghost. The universe must hate you.

You bit your lip to stifle a soft moan when he sucked on your clit and he glanced up at you before shaking his head. “Nuh uh. I wanna hear. I know how pretty you sound. Don’t hide now.” Your cheeks heated but you slowly nodded. “Good girl.” Then he resumed his actions.

He moved slowly at first, tongue laving over your folds almost reverentially. You couldn’t stop yourself from tugging at his hair, guiding him where you wanted him. He groaned against you and the vibrations sent a thrill through your body.

“M-Mingi- I need more-” You whimpered, your grip on his hair tightening. He growled against you in response as he wrapped his arms around your thighs and pulled you closer, his mouth pressing firmer against you. His tongue pressed into you and you let out a weak moan as heat flooded your body. “Oh god-”

You were soaked by now, helpless to the things he was doing to you. You couldn’t dream of stifling your sounds when his nose bumped against your clit and he noticed. He took great joy in repeating his actions, tongue delving into you as his nose repeatedly bumped your clit.

Then he pulled away and you whined in displeasure. He simply chuckled as he brought his fingers to your pussy, rubbing circles around your clit with his knuckles. “Relax, mi amor. I won’t stop until you cum for me. I need it just as much as you do.”

“Then stop teasing.” You pouted and he laughed again, kissing your thigh as he continued to toy with you. “Please? I wanna cum.” You pleaded quietly.

Finally, he slid a long finger into you and curled it as his lips latched back onto your clit. You couldn’t help but rock your hips a bit, grinding against his face. He knew exactly what you liked and you wondered how many times he’d watched you get off on your own or with a random hookup.

Tension settled in the pit of your stomach and you bit your lip hard, moaning freely as you got closer and closer to the edge. Your thighs began to tremble on either side of his head as he added a second finger and scissored them. He was letting out starved little grunts as he devoured you and finally you couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mingi ‘m gonna cum- oh-” You’d barely gotten the warning out when liquid bliss flooded your veins. Your back arched off the bed and you let out a series of loud, desperate moans, rocking against his face as you came undone.

He didn’t stop until he was certain you were finished and when he finally did, you couldn’t hide your disappointment. He laughed softly at this and shook his head. “Calm down, mi amor. I’m not done with you yet.” You nodded slightly as he moved up the bed, his hand slipping under the front of your shirt and resting against your stomach. “Can I take this off? Wanna see every inch of your beautiful skin.”

You sat up just enough for him to remove the offending material and watched his face as your skin came into view. His expression changed almost imperceptibly but you noticed the adoration in his eyes as he took you in. “You’re staring.” You mumbled, suddenly shy. No one had ever looked at you like that.

“I can’t help it.” He flashed you a small smile as he leaned down to press a kiss to the top of your left breast. “I don’t think I'll ever get over how perfect you are.”

“‘M not perfect…” Your cheeks heated as you refused his claim and he shook his head.

“You are. Every inch of you, head to toe, is perfect. Stunning.” He emphasized his words with another kiss to your breast before moving up to capture your lips. “The most amazingly beautiful woman I've ever seen in all my time.” Then his lips finally met yours and you tentatively reached out to rest your hands on his shoulders.

You could taste yourself on his lips and when his tongue delved into your mouth, your head spun. Carefully, you reached for the hem of his shirt and lifted it, eager to feel more of him. He pulled back then, hesitant to allow you to see him shirtless. You stopped and looked at him with concern. “Is…is this okay?”

“Yeah, ‘m just…it’s just not a pretty sight.” He explained quietly, avoiding eye contact.

“Is it…this?” You asked softly, one hand moving to the scars on his arm. He nodded and you leaned up, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know what happened but I think it’s beautiful. I’ve never seen anything like it.”

“Actually…it’s my first time seeing them like this.” He explained. “The last time I saw them…” He shook his head and smiled sadly. “Nevermind that.” He sat back and pulled his shirt off and you gasped quietly.

The entire right side of his body was covered in branching scars. They wrapped around his side and reached toward the left side of his chest. They traveled up his neck and down his arm. They were absolutely gorgeous and you couldn’t help but reach out to tentatively run your fingers over them, eyes wide as you took him in.

“Mingi, they’re beautiful…” You whispered, barely getting the words out before he was kissing you again, this time fiercely. More passionately. Something told you the story was traumatic for him and that your acceptance was unlocking something within him.

You fumbled with his belt as he kissed you breathless. As soon as the buckle was undone, you unbuttoned his jeans and began to push them down. The two of you were almost frenzied now, fighting against his clothes as you tried to free his cock.

Before you could, he grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “Flip over.” He ordered and you’d be damned if you disobeyed a command in a tone so arousing. “Good girl.” He praised as he finally rid himself of the rest of his pesky clothing, watching you turn your ass up for him. You whimpered at the name and he leaned over you, effectively pinning you to the bed. “You like that, mi amor? You like being called a good girl?”

“Fucking love it.” You groaned, pressing your ass back against him. “But then, you already knew that, didn’t you?”

“You’re catching on.” He mocked as he lined up. “Tell me, good girl, do you think you can take my cock?”

You nodded instantly. “I need it.” His response was to sheath himself inside you in one fluid motion, leaving you feeling impossibly full. “Big-” You gasped.

“Shit-” He cursed under his breath, forehead resting against your shoulder. “You feel even better than I ever could’ve imagined, mi amor.”

You could only moan in response as he rocked his hips. He filled you perfectly and you couldn’t help but clench around him. How unfair that you were only just getting him.

Mingi set a torturously slow pace, rocking and grinding into you. You let out a weak moan with every thrust, pushing back to meet him each time. His lips pressed against your shoulder blade and you let out a soft sigh. “So fucking small and pretty for me.” He whispered against your skin and you clenched involuntarily, realizing for the second time how much larger he was.

“More.” You whispered, fingers digging into the sheets to ground yourself.

“You want more?” You nodded quickly and he gave a sharp thrust. “Like this?”

“Just like that.” You nodded again and he sat up, changing the angle of his thrusts.

“Just like this?” He was mocking your desperation as he sped up. Then he pulled out and you whined in disapproval. “Ass up, mi amor.” The name was making you impossibly wetter and you complied with no hesitation.

“Love when you call me that.”

“Yeah? You like when I call you mine?” You whimpered out a small ‘uh huh’ and he slid back in, hands squeezing your ass. “Good. You’re all mine. Been mine from the start. You understand?”

“Yes.” He set a rough pace in response and you all but cried out your approval. “Oh fuck- just like that, Mingi- oh-”

“You know how jealous I've been of all the guys you’ve brought home? Of your pillow? Getting all the action while I was left to watch…it was torture.” He sounded truly tormented as he spoke but then his voice changed. “But now I’m gonna fuck this pretty pussy until all you know is my name.” He growled and you couldn’t help but clench around him.

His hips slammed against you at an inhuman speed, filling you insanely perfectly. You’d never felt so much pleasure in your life and you were certain no other man would ever compare to him. If you ever slept with another man after this. That was still up for debate.

You let out a soft cry as he tangled a hand in your hair and pulled your head back. The tingle of pain made arousal flood your veins and you couldn’t help the way you pushed your ass further back to meet his thrusts. “Mingi-” You whimpered his name, hands curling into fists in the sheets.

“You’re so good, mi amor. Feel so fuckin’ good for me.” He groaned, his voice a low vibration that went straight to your pussy. “You like it when I talk like that?”

“Fucking love it.” You gasped, nodding despite the grip he had on your hair. “Your voice is so sexy.” You admitted and he grunted at the praise.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Keep going.” You urged. He slapped your ass with his free hand and your back bowed.

“Bend that back. Be a good girl.” He spoke through gritted teeth as he pushed your back down, urging you to arch so he could get a better angle. “There we go.”

He hit your sweet spot dead on and you let out a cry of delight. “There!” He copied his previous action and your toes curled. “Just like that, Mingi, oh my god- yes-”

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty moaning my name. Wanted to hear it for so long.” He groaned, his head tipping back briefly. Then his free hand was reaching around you to toy with your clit. “Keep going, mi amor. Wanna hear you scream my name when you cum.” He murmured in your ear and you nodded furiously, your thighs already trembling.

“Fuck- ‘m so close, Mingi. Can I cum? I need it so bad.” You begged, flames licking at your spine. You were about to tip over the edge. One word from him and you’d let go.

“Cum all over my cock then. Let go for me.” He commanded, fingers still circling your clit as he slammed into you.

That was all it took. You fell apart in a matter of seconds, legs shaking and eyes rolling back as wave after wave of pleasure crashed down on you. It was hands down the best orgasm of your life and as you came down from your high, you once again had the nagging thought that you should’ve gotten to experience this before he came to you as a ghost.

You let out a weak noise as he let go, cumming inside you. The sound he made had your walls tightening around him, milking everything he had. “Mingi…” You whined, lowering your head to the pillows as your body threatened to collapse.

“That was so good.” He panted as he pulled out slowly, collapsing beside you a moment later. “You were so good.” He turned his head to look at you and you immediately leaned in for a kiss. He obliged, licking into your mouth as soon as you parted for him. He was smiling brightly when you slowly pulled away. “Do you know how long I've wanted this? How long I’ve wanted to be with you? It was even better than I ever could’ve imagined.”

“That was…” You flipped over onto your back and took a deep breath, a grin creeping onto your face. “No one’s ever made me cum so hard in my life. Not even myself.” You looked over at him and he smirked. Suddenly, seeing his smug smile, you sobered up.

You wished you’d known him in life, wished you had been able to to experience this when he was still among the living. Though there was something terribly romantic about his finding a way to be with you in spite of everything.

As you mourned what could’ve been, he reached a hand out and cupped your cheek. “What are you thinking?” He whispered. You shook your head and he asked again. “You can tell me.”

“I just…feel like it’s too late. That it’s unfair I’m only just meeting you and won’t ever get to truly experience everything you had to offer in life. It’s upsetting to think about.” You admitted as you avoided his eyes.

“It is.” He agreed with a soft sigh. “I wish I hadn’t died so young. I wish I could take you on proper dates and give you all the things you deserve. It’s unfair that we can’t enjoy life together like every other couple.”

“Yeah.” You whispered, your throat tight with emotion. You simply looked down with misty eyes and he pulled you against his cool chest, fingers carding through your hair.

“We’ll just have to make do with the hand we’ve been dealt. Things like nights in and me making your dinner. That doesn’t sound too bad, does it? We can figure it out.” You nodded in agreement and he kissed the top of your head. “We can do this.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 days ago

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Home Away From Home 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, jealousy, mentions of loss, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Loki, Peter Parker (tall!reader)

Summary: You’ve been friends with the Odinsons since childhood. After years of separation, you reunite on Midgard after the destruction of Asgard, but find yourself caught between your old and new lives.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Peter’s abode is intriguing. You find all Midgardians have such character in their homes. Stark's is elaborate and expensive, as all things he does, and the spider-hero's being is reflected in his simple but overcrowded decor.

He has shelves of books and little figures. You investigate them as he rustles in the kitchen. You laugh at the miniature of Thor, his proportions comical as his head is far too big for his body. It’s even more amusing to think Peter would have it all while knowing the god himself.

“Have you read any comics?” Peter asks.

“Comics?” You put the tiny Thor back. You wish you could show him.

You face Peter as he sets down a large bowl of popped kernels. He stands straight and grins, “graphic novels.” He steps around the coffee table and nears you. He takes a slender book from the shelf and opens it to show you the colourful illustrations within.

“No,” you lean in to admire the pictures. “I did read a book about a strange immortal stalking this poor girl. It was about night time, I think...”

“You read Twilight?” He chuckles.

“That is the one. I didn’t enjoy that,” you say. “It isn’t proper the way the Ed—Edmund? Behaved.”

He laughs again and slides the book away. “I only saw the movies.”

“There are moving pictures?” You tilt your head.

“Uh, yeah, maybe we can look them up after we watch some wrestling.”

“Yes, watch wrestling,” you echo his sentiment with a lilt. “I’m intrigued. Show me.”

You follow him to the couch. You sit and bounce a little on the spring furniture. You press your hand to the cushion and test the structure. It should do. He sits beside you, fidgeting as the hits buttons on the small remote.

Your eyes flick up to the screen as he shuffles through the menu. Stark loaded up a device for you with all sorts of moving pictures. You find the TV too frustrating.

He sets the remote down as the audio blusters and the images begin to move. A deep voice narrates the sights on screen. A man in bright yellow attire postures and poses as he comes down a slanted aisle. You stare inquisitively at the square platform surrounded by ropes.

“That’s Macho Man Randy Savage,” Peter explains.

“Macho Man,” you nod.

“He’s going to fight Hulk Hogan,” Peter says.

“Hulk?” You look at him.

“Not Bruce,” he assures.

“Ah,” you accept and focus on the screen.

There’s music and a crowd cheering, roaring for the two figures as they put on a show just to get into the square pen. You tilt your head as you watch, leaning forward.

“That’s the ring,” Peter says. “That’s where they fight.”

“Hm, interesting.”

A man in stripes comes to hold up a belt with gold on it. It’s not the sort of thing you would wear.

“That’s the championship. The winner gets to keep it.”

“It is not a very nice accessory,” you tut. “In Asgard, we fight for fun or gold. Who would want that?”

“Well... it’s about what it means. The World Championship. So... they’re the best in the world.”

You hum and watch on. The men tangle in each other. You stifle a laugh as they begin. The way they hit each other, the way they seem to dance, and do everything so deliberately is silly.

“It is fake,” you say. “They don’t mean to hurt each other.”

Peter sighs, “didn’t I say so?”

You look at him and grin, “you Midgardians do stay too quiet. You never say what you mean.”

“Oh?” His brows furrow.

“Yes. You play at fighting and you play at your true intent,” you insist. “You bring me here and say let us watch the wrestling show but I know what you want.”

He gulps as his eyes widen, “you do?”

You scoff and reach to ruffle his hair. You stand and unclasp the buckles on your shoulders. Your satin tunic falls forward and unveils your naked chest, the fabric caught up in the belt at your waist. Peter gasps.

“How do you prefer, dor-dígull?” You reach under the satin and unknot your belt.

He stares up at you. “I didn’t--”

“On Asgard, it isn’t a big matter,” you shrug as you free the belt and shimmy out of your top. You step out of it, your chest swinging and drawing his attention. “I have been rather looking forward to it.”

“You mean...”

“Oh,” you stand up, your hands on your leggings, “have I made a mistake?”

He blinks and his cheeks tinge red, “no, I mean, I want to but I didn’t expect...um, well... usually guys make the first move.”

“Hm, then you make your move, dor-dígull,” you swipe down your leggings and untangle your feet from the bottom. “I will take your lead.”

He takes a deep breath and his eyes flit up and down your body. You feel tingly and a bit eager. Is it normal for Midgardian men to be so skittish about it all.

He gets up and strips off his shirt. His chest is thickly muscled, his stomach too. He might be short but he is well-built. He undoes his denim pants and pushes them down, nearly tripping as he fights to get them off.

You look around and eye the space, “on the sofa?” You wonder.

“Ummmm,” he drones as he continues to strip. “I guess...”

“Mm,” you hum and examine the cushions.

“Unless, er, there’s the bed--”

“You Midgardians are too slow,” you grab him and turn him, pushing him down to sit on the couch. He tries to cover his bobbing cock as he falls onto it. You tut and swat his hand away. “Let me show you how to do it right.” You snake your hand down between your legs and feel between your folds, “I’m ready.”

“Uh, okay,” he flattens his hands on the cushions as he gapes up at you. You grasp his shoulders and bring yourself to straddle his lap.

You grip his member and stroke it as you hover just above it. Your press his tip along your wet folds and tease him. Your hold on him is firm. He throbs and groans at your touch.

“Mm,” you pause at his erratic shaking. “This is not the first time?”

“N-no,” he stutters, his cheeks lighting up even more.

You laugh, “then it will be the best.”

You push his tip against you and slowly descend onto it. As you sheath him in your aching warmth, he sighs and pushes his head back. He trembles as you take him to his limit. You take his hands and guide them to your hips and begin to rock.

“This is the better sort of wrestling,” you jape and move his hands up to your chest.

#peter parker #loki #dark peter parker #dark!peter parker #dark loki #dark!loki #loki x reader #peter parker x reader #series #drabble #home away from home #avengers #mcu #marvel #spider-man #thor

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green-alm0nd · 6 months ago

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[Crosshair x gn!reader]: Leave a light on.

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Summary:

After Crosshair joined the squad again, he's made peace with everyone; except you. And you're willing to change that.

TRIGGER WARNINGS: SPOILERS FOR TBB S3, Crosshair being snarky and sarcastic, Tantiss, torture, mostly angst, but some fluff too, kissing, swearing, trauma, mentions of Order 66, mixed feelings, established relationship. Not proofread.

Enjoy!

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When Crosshair rejoined his squad, he never really showed anyone nor told anyone about his hand tremors from time to time.

You noticed a few weeks later, and so did the squad. You had gotten a very quick, curt explanation while the rest got a more detailed version (because Omega forced Crosshair to do so) even though they didn't really know if it a was mental or physical matter.

He had explained to everyone what they did to him on Tantiss, except for you. He had simply told you that his hand shook involuntarily from time to time.

He didn't add anything else, that was the only piece of information he had given you.

And you felt a bit frustrated about that, especially because you were his significant other. Although the relationship was...distant, it was still that: a relationship.

You were picking up some crates to bring from the port to Upper Pabu, and decided to organise your thoughts on the way back to the port. You figured that it was probably for the best if you spoke with Crosshair.

So, you did. After leaving the crates where Shep said to leave them, you slowly walked towards the snarky sniper, but realised that he was talking to Omega and AZI.

"If you were to elaborate more on the experimentation you were subjected to, I could determine the cause-"

Crosshair let out an exasperated sigh.

"Forget it." He said, before storming off.

...

You managed to find him looking at the seashore, leaning on the railing. He was probably deep in thought, by the way the frown on his face deepened.

"Cross." You called, from afar.

To this, Crosshair turned around and looked at your feet, unable to stare at your eyes.

"You and I have to talk. Now." You stated, crossing your arms.

"Why?" He asked, finally staring at you after a while. He had already had enough with AZI and Omega, and he didn't want to face you now.

You raised an eyebrow. "We both know why. Come on." You said, motioning for him to follow you.

...

You arrived at your shared cottage, and you sat down on your bed while Crosshair leaned against the wall.

"Hunter told me about your hand." You commented, trying to start the conversation.

"Of course he has." He grumbled in response, annoyed. He crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Can you blame him? You haven't told me a thing ever since you came back." You answered.

Crosshair scoffed in response, his gaze piercing your souls as he finally looked at you. "There's nothing to talk about."

"There certainly is."

Clicking his tongue, the sniper waited for you to elaborate, though he was the one who was supposed to elaborate.

"I didn't hear from you for months after Order 66. You're transported into this unknown place, and then you suddenly come back and you don't want to have a conversation with me about anything?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He replied, gritting his teeth. His hand started trembling, and he cursed quietly before clenching his fists and looking at you.

"Then why have you told your brothers and not me?" You asked, desperate.

"Because you blame yourself for everything!" Crosshair finally yelled.

Your eyes widened, staring at him with a confused expression on your face.

"If I told you what they did to me in Tantiss you would blame yourself for everything. I know because I know you. And I know that if I told you that I was submitted to unforgettable torture measures you'd blame yourself, and I didn't want that. I told my brothers because they know it was my mistake. But for some damn reason, you always feel guilty for a choice I made!" He spat, breathing heavily.

With AZI telling him about talking about what he went through, and you wanting to know, his head started to hurt. So, he figured it was best if he tried to get some air before things escalated further, which was something he did not wish for at the moment.

...

You were left at your shared apartment, your mouth running dry. Was the fact that you didn't blame him for anything the reason why he never told you?

If anything, he was right. You did blame yourself. If things had gone according to plan, Crosshair would've been free from all the torture and everything else.

In the meantime, the sniper wondered if he had gone too far. He sighed, staring into the ocean, as the sun began to hide. One of his hands rested on the stone railing, while the other hung loosely.

He heard footsteps from behind, but didn't bother to look at the person, already knowing it was you. He felt something intertwine with his hand, and flinched at the touch.

"What." He said. It didn't even sound like a question, but a statement.

You stared at him, determined.

"I want you to tell me about Tantiss. I need to know." You answered. "I don't care if you think I feel guilty, I can't wait for another day."

Crosshair gulped, his snarky personality slowly disappearing.

"Fine." He grumbled, rolling his eyes.

...

"...That's...why Hemlock is dangerous."

You stared at Crosshair, with a sad expression. Your hands reached for his.

Crosshair was never a man fond of physical affection, he was always more into acts of service. In this intimate moment, however, he let your hands rest in his, though his body screamed for him to get away.

"Thank you, for telling me. I'm sorry for insisting so much." You told him, with a small smile.

He nodded, and decided to exit his comfort zone, and awkwardly placed an arm around you, pulling you closer to him.

You chuckled softly.

"Hey, you don't have to do this if you're uncomfortable with it." You commented, smiling at the sniper.

He grunted in response, slowly bringing his lips to your hair.

You closed your eyes, smiling at the sun, who finally said goodbye for the day. Your lips found Crosshair's, quietly thanking him for telling you his story. He had definitely gone through a lot, and you appreciated his honesty.

"You're surprisingly clingy today." You chimed.

"I'm not."

"Yes, you are. Is it because you missed me and my charming self, Cross?" You teased, smirking.

"You're being an idiot." Crosshair responded.

"It's called confidence."

"It's called being an idiot." Crosshair, though annoyed, still enjoyed your bickering.

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I have a French official exam tomorrow and I am shaking in fear :')

Reblogs and shares are very appropriated! Requests are still open :p

#the bad batch #bad batch #star wars #star wars tbb #the bad batch x reader #tbb crosshair #crosshair x reader #the bad batch fanfiction #the bad batch crosshair

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yazthebookish · 10 months ago

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Hello my loves❤️!!

I've said that I do not intend to discuss anything HOFAS-related since I haven't read the book and I only know a few details I specifically asked.

But I read the beautiful, beautiful Bryce, Nesta, and Azriel Walmart chapter and I need to just gush about something. It's not the whole chapter but just small parts of it mostly relating to Azriel.

Disclaimer: I have no interest in engaging in ship discourse (annoy me and it's an immediate block) nor do I want someone to change my opinion because it will not be changed. I stick by what I read and interpret in these books and am quite happy and content with it 😉

⚠️ Bryce, Nesta, and Azriel Bonus Chapter Spoilers Ahead! ⚠️

And with each mile onward, she could hear Azriel humming softly to himself. The rolling, wild melody of "Stone Mother" flowed off his lips, and she could have sworn even the shadows danced at the sound.

Do you realize that the entire time Bryce was playing the songs on her phone, she made no comments on Azriel's shadows but towards the end when her phone's battery died and Azriel started humming to himself, then she made a note of the shadows dancing at his sound.

They did not dance to her songs, they dance to Azriel's humming and I find that so endearing!!

It proves my point again at the instances we get descriptions of Azriel's shadows singing are with positive connotations. Their dancing is not written to be nefarious or odd.

Pray tell, in the entire series when Az's shadows are described to be dancing, which scenarios triggered those actions? Mostly when it comes to Gwyn because if you search in every book you won't find a description of them dancing around someone except Gwyn. This is a point I've been making since ACOSF came out and I'll highlight them below:

• These excerpts are from Azriel's bonus chapter

"How was the party?" Her breath curled in front of her mouth, and one of his shadows darted out to dance with it before twirling back to him. Like it heard some silent music.

Gwyn wasn't singing here, they were reacting to some silent music... which we can suspect as much is the mating bond? A bond Sarah described in ACOSF as music between souls?

Azriel entered the warmth of the stairwell, and as he descended, he could have sworn a faint, beautiful singing followed him. Could have sworn his shadows sang in answer.

His shadows sang in answer. We don't know for sure if Gwyn was singing or it was something else but I'll bet on the latter since she was training and one of his shadows earlier darted out to dance with her breath as if it heard some silent music. It still reaffirms to me that it can hear the music between souls, the mating bond.

• This is from ACOSF (pg. 623) and keep in mind this is post-Solstice/Azriel's bonus chapter

Azriel clapped his hands, and all the females straightened. "You'll work in groups of three."

Gwyn asked Az, her teal eyes bright,

"What do we get if we finish the course?"

Az's shadows danced around him. "Since there's no chance in hell any of you will finish the course, we didn't bother to get a prize."

One of the things I absolutely love when it comes to SJM's romances is she creates a common ground for the couple and gives them some things to bond and connect to.

In this instance, it's not only about Azriel's shadows but the fact that he also is fond of music. He doesn't express his fondness through dancing like Nesta, he hums to the tune. He sings.

Who else adores music and sings? Gwyn.

Who made Azriel admit that he sings? Gwyn.

These are not a coincidental connections.

And the author is a big fan of music so I think it's such a beautiful connection to create between two characters that have had such a dark and tragic past and are still processing the trauma they experienced.

The chapter did not give us much in terms of ships or who is Azriel into, but it did elaborate more on Azriel's fondness for music. It did elaborate on the genuine reactions of his shadows which were sometimes always framed in a negative way.

It also kind of proved my cute headcanon about whenever Azriel sings, his shadows dance around him.

I honestly can't wait for his book!! But first we have to tackle HOFAS so look forward to my reading updates in a few days!

#hofas #hofas spoilers #gwynriel #yaz reads hofas #yaz the bookish breaks her silence #okay yaz didn't read hofas I just want to keep it in that tag for future reference Lol

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katsuki hates to be placated.

it stems from his childhood (because of course it does)—there was no getting through or around his abrasiveness, so the next best thing was to pin him with that tired smile. the look of resignation that was always the same, no matter who wore it. to agree to every retort, even if he was being so horribly unreasonable. to choose—overtly—the quickest way to end the argument and flee from him.

he hated it. he hated it, and he could never understand—why was he the only one who ever had any backbone? he saw his challenges and rose to them every time. he came out on top, every time. it wasn’t as if he was being purposefully combative. he just…didn’t know how else to be.

to finally understand that he himself was the challenge, and one not worth seeing through—well.

that just hurt.

so he did the only thing a child so young could think to do—he became more. more volatile, more prone to outbursts. more unpredictable and, looking back on it now, scary. but that was what made sense to him—if he was made to see those barely-veiled expressions of intolerance either way—he’d at least have control over why.

as an adult, he has a better grasp on himself and his emotions, but he wouldn’t be katsuki without that hair trigger temper and his smart ass mouth. and he feels lucky—really lucky—that he has you, because you aren’t afraid of his challenge. you meet him head on and you give it right back.

so he can’t understand why you’re standing in front of him—not even looking at him—wearing that same, appeasing grimace tonight. he doesn’t understand, and suddenly he’s 11 again—small and made to feel so, so insignificant by the way you sigh like you can’t bear to speak another word to him. by the way your lips can barely turn up at the corners, and your strained little “nothing, kat” when he asks you what your problem is.

he had only answered your questions. it might’ve been the case that his answers came through gritted teeth as he heaved himself through the door to your home. it might be true that the adrenaline from his shift still pumping hard through his veins had him a little on edge, still feeling vigilant for any outward threat. and the way you’re postured away from him, like you can’t stand another second in the same room with him, feels as threatening as any villain.

“so why the fuck are you mad at me?”

you pause, hand halfway to dropping the tea bag into the steaming mug on the counter as you turn to look at him, expression both concerned and very tired.

“mad at you?”

he balks, because he hadn’t anticipated having to actually elaborate on that, and now he feels foolish as he tries to formulate his complaint. but the anger wins out, like it always does, and his explanation comes out clipped through gritted teeth.

“you’re fuckin’—turned away from me like i’m a little pest,” he seethes, only spurred on by the way you step forward, reaching for him like you mean to pacify a child mid-tantrum.

he doesn’t even see you anymore, not really—just every other face projected over yours, until he sees red. it’s always the same—no matter how hard he tries, he is too much—

“y’think i can’t tell how bad you don’t want to be here right now? i can practically hear ya thinking of all the ways to leave this—”

“katsuki.”

you’re facing him fully now, arms crossed over your chest with a look that can only be interpreted as one of annoyance, aimed right at him.

and that gives him pause, because at least you’re honest. he just…doesn’t know what to do with that.

“what on earth are you talking about?”

and of course he can’t say it. he tries to deflect, because the walls close in and the only way out is to steamroll over you. “you—you—”

and he just wishes you’d cut him off—tell him some horrible and likely true thing about himself so he can let go of all of the venom he’s been carrying around for over a decade—but instead you wait for him to tell you what he’s thinking. he can’t bear to tell you that the only thing in his head right now is his fear.

fear that he’s too much for you, too.

“you’re actin’ like you don’t want to talk to me,” he grits out, mirroring your posture with a huff and glaring at the tile by your feet. it sounds childish when it leaves him, like he ought to have stomped his foot to end the sentence, and the shame curls up in his chest.

you’re silent for what feels like an eternity. he feels the anger burn him up when he hears you snort.

before he can snap at you, you’re wrapped around his midsection. he wants to thrash until you let go, but he’s subdued in a way that feels different. even so, his petulance remains, and he holds his arms out from his sides like you’ve got fleas.

“i’m not mad at you, you big baby,” you murmur, and he can hear the smile in your voice, even muffled by his costume. “i’m just tired, kat. i was like, 99% asleep until a minute ago. i thought we were just gonna go to bed. ”

he feels himself fight against the way he wants to deflate at your words, and this time the anger is only directed at himself. he doesn’t understand why everything has to feel so fucking hard. why every tiny shift in your body language has him feeling nauseous, or why his mind drops him at the worst case scenario and leaves him there, stranded.

“i don’t want to leave,” you answer his earlier comment, head butting him lightly in the sternum. he feels no control over his arms when they loop around your shoulders to pull you closer.

“it’s 1am and i want to sleep,” you look up to shoot him a pointed glare, but there’s no real heat behind it, “so can you shower so we can do that?”

he can only blink at you. after a long moment, your words filter down far enough for him to understand.

“i—uh. yeah.”

your lips twitch up at the corners as you pull away from him. he feels so raw that he’s unable to move, unsure how to proceed and unwilling to let you out of his sight in case it’ll be the last time he sees you.

“go on,” you say, expression softer, “i’ll be in bed when you’re done. maybe i’ll cuddle you if you’re done yelling at me.”

“‘m sorry,” he can’t manage anything louder than a whisper, and when you reach out to rest your palm over his heart, it’s far more painful than any withdrawal could have been.

“we’ll talk about it tomorrow, okay?”

“…okay.”

#he’s only a baby #he starts one sided fights over shit he makes up in his head. he’s just like me fr #bakugou x reader #bakugou x gn reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou hurt comfort #mha drabble #bkg it's the little things

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svnaaaaaa · 1 year ago

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Monte Carlo : Charles Leclerc AU (Epilogue)

pairing : charles leclerc x fem reader

summary : the married life went well. so is the pregnancy?

warning(s) : another domestic!charles, progress of pregnancy (i literally have nothing to write now), pictures from pinterest

previous : part seven

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author's note : in honour of attack on titan's final episode aired, i presented a long epilogue just like how attack on titan ended its series *sobsob*. i had fun doing this series but i realized of how short the story is because i just don't know how to elaborate the story long but long stories can be boring (with my writing) at the end of the day so i decided to end it before it became nonsense lol. thank you for the support that you guys gave me, i hope you guys enjoy it from the first part till now.

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recap :

"ready to be a daddy, papa?" y/n whispered as she stroked back charles' front hair to the back. "as ready as i ever be maman." charles replied, taking y/n's hand and kissed it.

10 weeks into pregnancy, y/n realized that her body is going through some changes and that being her emotions as well. her abdomen is getting a slight bloated as if she was overeating things. just a small bloating, nothing more or less. and since charles have a week off from racing, he decides to bring y/n back home in nice, france for some healing time. lately, charles noticed that his wife is having mood swings moments, where himself was afraid that something might trigger her which he assumed that his wife was stressed while he wasn't home.

"honey, you might want to slow down on those wings. it giving you a bloating tummy already." beau reprimanded as he saw his daughter savouring the chicken wings. which has been y/n's craving lately where she craved chicken wings with spicy honey glazed sauce on it. y/n who felt realiztion hits her hard, she put down the de-boned wing back on her plate and placed the plate on the coffee table in front of her as her eyes were getting tear up. charles comes in the living room and he heard his wife was getting to sob. he immediately went to her side and rub his wife's arms. "y/n sweetheart, what's wrong, tell me." charles hushed as the sobbing is getting louder.

"i'm fat!" y/n exclaimed. "which makes me ugly!" y/n continued and the crying comes in. charles sighed silently as he pulled his wife into his arms and hugged her gently, rubbing her back. "you're not fat and ugly my sweetheart, it just your body is going through some phases as you are pregnant now." charles tried to rationalized which makes beau hit with gulit. "i'm sorry baby, i know being pregnant makes you want to eat everything you want but i am just want you to be aware of what you eat. that's all, nothing harm." beau explained. y/n pulled away from charles' arms and glared at beau, which causing him to stutter and carefully walk away from the living room. y/n starting to sob again and once again, charles pulled her to his shoulder, swaying them left and right.

charles thought of how many weeks more for the mood swings to past by.

"charles, y/n, i'm sorry."

as charles making chicken pasta for dinner, y/n who is finished showering, entered their bedroom while patting dry her body until she saw the full body mirror in the room. y/n noticed something different on her body and went closer to the mirror. y/n gasped. "charles!" y/n called. "charles, come quick!" y/n called once again and as fast as a lightning, there charles was, gasping for air as he leaned onto the door frame. "what is it sweetheart, are you hurt?" charles asked, making y/n chuckled. "no silly, look!" y/n exclaimed as she referred to her abdomen, making charles look at it as well. when realization kicks in, charles' eyes enlarged as he approached to his wife's way and saw a small bump. a bump that resides in his baby.

their baby.

"you can touch it you know." y/n chuckled as charles placed his hands at the side of his wife's bloating tummy, carassing it. getting his eyes tearing up, he thought on how he can't wait to meet with the baby soon enough. "hello there little angel, papa can't wait to see you soon. i hope you are as beautiful as your maman." charles said and end it with a kiss on his wife's abdomen.

25 weeks into the pregnancy, y/n's abdomen became a bit larger than the last time she realized she had the tummy. this afternoon, pascale invited charles and y/n to her house for a lunch date. as charles went bonding with his brothers at the front yard, y/n, charlotte and pascale were in the kitchen, prepping things before cooking. since charles and y/n were the only leclerc couple that will be having a child soon, lorenzo and charlotte were more than happy to babysit the future baby before deciding to have their own baby, in order to gain some experience. "how's pregnancy treating you y/n?" charlotte asked y/n as she was washing some apples before handing to y/n to slice it up. y/n sat at the island table stool, rubbing her lower tummy looking at charlotte. "it was like a rollercoaster ride to be honest, sometimes i am okay sometimes i am not. and poor charles had to attend to all my ridiculousness." y/n replied as she chuckled at the thought of charles had to find a rabbit meat for y/n to eat it with a sriracha sauce, where charles had to made an order through amazon for the sriracha sauce.

charlotte chuckled as well. "well, he had to since he's also helping making the baby right?" charlotte asked and y/n nodded at the question. "he had to, if he doesn't want our baby to drooling once it was born." y/n said, had a thought of where her mother used to tell a story of a baby that keeps on drooling because the father wasn't able to fulfill the mother's pregnancy craving. once she told the story to charles, at first he thought it was kinda weird and dumb but the thought of having his own baby might be experience with drooling in its toddling years, he couldn't bear to risk it so he just fulfilled everything that y/n craved.

"is it really a thing?" charlotte asked and y/n shrugged. "it can be real, it cannot but neither of us want to risk." y/n replied while cutting off watermelon this time. pascale chuckled. "i also don't want you two to risk anything bad to my grandchildren." pascale informed, stirring her cookings on the stove. both charlotte and y/n looked at each other, just smiling. "will do pascale." charlotte replied. "maman, arthur's here with carla." lorenzo informed as both arthur and carla entered the kitchen and kissing pascale's cheek, carla holding something in her arms. "here i brought some desserts from patisserie riviera." carla informed, placing a box of desserts on the dining table.

y/n gasped as she holding her lower abdomen, alerting everyone in the house. "y/n, are you okay?" charles asked, rushing in to y/n's side and placed his hands on y/n's. "i-i'm fine, i guess." y/n replied in confusion. "it just, i felt something like cramp but it wasn't that hard or painful." y/n continued as she placed charles' hands on where y/n felt the flutter against her abdomen. charles' eyes brighten up at the feel of the small kicks.

"wait, the baby kicked because of patisserie riviera?" arthur asked.

amélie was assigned to be the planner of the baby shower and she planned it to be an all-girls party at a venue where charles and y/n held their wedding at. amélie also invited kika, carmen, kelly, rebecca, lily, and basically all formula one drivers' partners. the theme of the party is pastel purple because everyone doesn't know the gender of the baby. the baby gender reveal will be held at the end of the party where the men will be invited right after the party ends.

theme and cake

invitation card

dining table

backdrop

"okay everyone, gather around here as we are going to play our first game." amélie announced as she stood on a podium with backdrop that she designed specially for her future niece/nephew. the ladies started to stood in front of amélie as y/n took place next to amélie as she linked her arm around amélie's.

"we are going to play our first game, which i call 'play dough babies', where each of you will be given a cup of play dough and the rule is easy." amélie started as she pulled a trolley that have cups of colourful play dough. "each of you need to create the perfect play dough baby where our mother to-be here, will decide the winner." amélie finished and starts handing out the play dough cups. "also help yourself with props in the trolley there to add some bonus points!" amélie added. the ladies in the hall starts to get excited as the trolley were pushed into the middle of the hall and they saw things that they can get creative with.

"okay ladies, you only have 15 minutes to create the most perfect yet creative play dough baby." amélie said as she pulled out a stop watch. "your 15 minutes start, now!" amélie announced as she clicked on the timer and the ladies started to rolling out play dough according to their own ways. "so y/n, who do you think will be the winner?" amélie asked leisurely as she tried not to make things focus on the game. y/n hummed as she looked at the contestants making their babies eagerly. she eyed on kika's play dough baby. "i had my eyes on someone's but i can't tell who." y/n replied as she giggled. "oh-kay then, ladies your time have five more minutes left." amélie announced and she walked around, eyeing the babies.

"time's up! so y/n, please choose your winner mommy!" amélie announced and y/n walked around to evaluate the babies.

y/n smiled genuinely. "without bias, the winner for this round is ... carla!" y/n announced as carla jumped happily and went to hug y/n at her arm as she doesn't want to cause trouble to y/n.

five games later, at party is now almost at the end and the men now have arrived. y/n's eyes lighten up as charles showed in her sight. charles saw y/n and walked his way to her. y/n smiled at charles and grabbed his arm, hugging it. charles chuckled at his wife's attitude, stroking his wife's arms around his right arm. "alright, now that everyone is here. now is the time for the gender reveal!" amélie announced and brought in a white frosted cake on her hands.

the guests there were starting to clapping their hands, feeling excited at the reveal of baby leclerc. including the new leclercs, where both charles and y/n is fine with the gender of the baby, as long as the baby is healthy and happy. charles gripped on y/n's hand where he pulled it to his mouth and kissed on it, making y/n smiled at her husband's gesture.

"ladies and gentlemen, may i here invite the leclercs to the podium here and cut the cake to present the reveal of their baby's gender." amélie announced and then both charles and y/n went to the front, onto the small podium that amélie made, hand in hand. amélie smiled at the couple and stood a bit away from where the couple stood. "are you guys feeling excited?" amélie asked, being the great host she is. "are you expecting a boy or a girl?" amélie added. "well..." charles started, as he getting nervous for no specific reason. "we were hoping to get both boy and girl but since there is only one baby here," charles placed his hand on his wife's belly, "we are fine with any of it as long as the baby's fine and y/n have a safe labour soon." charles said as the crowd were awed at charles' reply.

"okay, it's time to cut the cake! which gender will the new baby leclerc will be!" amélie said as both charles and y/n cut the cake and the gender has been revealed, which caused joy among the guests there.

38 weeks passed by so quickly and it is time for y/n to be admitting into her labour ward since the baby can arrive soon enough. also she has been feeling mild contractions. right now, charles went off to registering his wife after they got in their ward room.

"have you thought about the name yet?" one of the nurses asked as she was inserting iv drip on y/n's arm while y/n make herself comfortable on a bed that she has been admitted. "yea, we had few names listed but the right one will comes right in when we see the baby's face." y/n told the nurse. the nurse smiled at the excitement of a new mother. this was the first time for the nurse to see new mothers being calm, despite within 24 hours, they had to push a baby out of their uterus.

"all done, if there's any discomfort or problems, please press the button here okay?" the nurse asked and y/n nodded her head yes. making sure that y/n is fine once again, she left the ward room, followed with charles entering. y/n letting out a huge huff of breath. "another contraction?" charles asked and y/n nodded her head yes. "but still, the water isn't broke yet. is it normal?" y/n asked worriedly, making charles nervous and worried as well.

he was a small child when his mother gave birth to arthur and y/n was the younger child in her siblings. none of them experience with childbirth before.

"i guess so, want to take a walk?" charles offered. y/n nodded her head yes.

the leclerc couple walked down the hallway of the ward, waiting for water to break and also for dilation. dragging along the iv drip along. "can you believe it char, less than 24 hours we get to see our little baby!" y/n said excitedly even in the midst of contraction. charles smiled at his wife's excitement and admired at how strong a woman is even if she is in labour. this makes charles respect women even more, especially his mum and wife. "we have been waiting long enough now, please hurry up little fella." charles said while rubbing his wife's stomach, causing y/n groaned silently not wanting to create chaos. charles noticed it and pulled his hand away and immediately hold onto his wife's shoulders, fearing that she might fell down or something along the way. charles looked at y/n worriedly, which y/n saw and smiled a bit. "i'm fine, it just the baby can't wait to meet you too." y/n said slowly.

and their walk ended right there, as to the dilation went from 2 cm to 9 cm. that fast huh.

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a/n : the end! i didn't know how to end it so i ended it this way. thank you to all who have been supporting this series from the beginning until now. for now i would like to take a rest from writing because i have been in writer's block mode for a while now, hence the ending. if any of you have any suggestions or request, feel free to inbox me and i will try my best to make it a reality! once again, thank for the support and if you don't mind, feel free to follow me so that you will known what will i write next hehe 🩵

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neowinestainedress · 2 years ago

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heyyyy so i heard that haerd hour req are open so i'm just coming to say that nothing could stop me from seeing haechan as someone who has a corruption kink for his s/o like he wanna make love with her and take care of her as she's very precious and fragile, but seeing how good she is taking him and put trust on him making his head spinning and going rough on her + dirty talk. no one could say otherwise, i already set my mind that he suits that character so damn well. i'm so down bad for him 😩

w!: corruption kink, dirty talk, unprotected s*x, rough s*x

Haechan with a corruption kink makes my brain go brrrr. I have already written something (here and here) but I’ll gladly elaborate. I just think it fits him so well because his more playful/sneaky side is perfect for this without making him an asshole, he just loves to play (and win) and when he can have fun turning an innocent brain into a cock-drunk one, why would he miss this chance?

He’s a constant tease every time he gets the chance to be close to you. He loves watching the small reaction of your face and body when he whispers dirty words to your ear or touches you. He stares with a proud smirk as you squirm and squeeze your thighs when he makes a dirty joke in front of his friends, or teases you even in public spaces and your breath falters but you still don’t push his hands away because after all, he knows what he’s doing, he’s the one with experience, not you. Also, he just loves physical contact, it’s not his fault you get so flustered at the slightest touch. And he won’t let it slip, whispering “Aw, something wrong, babe?” while squeezing you tighter and moving his hand to touch you in even more sensitive places. He always points out how pretty your boobs look in your tops, and how beautiful your legs are in the short skirts you wear, and how prettier you’d look with nothing on, on his bed, while he makes a mess out of you. All of this in the most casual moments, just to mess up with your brain.

Until tease after tease, Haechan gets you where he wants you the most; laying on his bed with nothing on. He’d be so gentle at the start, easing you into it with sweet words, telling you there is nothing weird with this, and you’re so pretty when you’re so exposed for him and him only. So you start relaxing, letting him do what he wants, trusting him deeply, exactly like he wants to.

“Feel how hard I am,” he says, grinding his hard dick against your thigh, “is all for you, because of you,” before pushing inside you slowly, taking your breath away. Haechan thinks he’ll have to be gentle this time, but your shy begs and rolled back eyes are screaming at him to be rough with you. So he does, he starts fucking hard into you, whispering to your ears that you’re such a good girl for taking him so well, telling you to listen how wet your pussy is and how tight is clenching around him. And he goes insane for the way you react to his words, hiding your face before he pins your wrists down on top of your head. “No, babe, no hiding from me. Wanna watch my pretty angel fall apart,” he whispers, kissing you so gently in contrast to the way his hips are slamming against you.

“Want to see nothing behind your pretty eyes. Can you be my pretty, dumb baby? Yes, you can,” he coos when you nod numbly with a small smile on your face. “That’s what good girls do, they go dumb on their boyfriend’s dick, good girl.” And by then you’ll be a moaning mess, arching your body to ask for more as Haechan keeps fucking deep into you while his hands run on your body, caressing and squeezing every inch. “Look at you, angel. So precious and fragile, yet, you’re taking it so well.”

That and his other dirty words are all it takes for you to come, pussy clenching harder around him, triggering his own release while you’re brain spins even faster, pleasure overwhelming you. But for some reason, Haechan doesn’t stop, not even when you feel your orgasm dim down, and you feel like it’s getting too much. When you start squirming under him, he pins you down by the hips with a loud groan. “You’re not going anywhere, angel. I’m going to drag another one out of you.”

#anon answered #haechan hard hours #haechan hard thoughts #haechan smut #lee haechan smut #nct dream smut #nct 127 smut #this was supposed to be a blurb #that's why it's written like this #text seemed shorter on word from pc #so pretend this is a blurb

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Outside The Office Part Eighteen

Hi All,

Trigger warning for Valentino being himself, and mature content. Please leave a comment if you would like part nineteen to be a continuation of the last line OR skip ahead to the next part of the actual story!

As always, comments, feedback and suggestions are welcome!

Enjoy!

Friday night. For the past three weeks, Friday night would mean another night of soul collecting. Another night of traveling to Earth to convince wayward sinners to have a soft landing. The exhaustion that came with balancing the weight from the power of each new soul, the emotional toll of seeing former humans die, combined with managing the logic and power aspect left me tossing and turning at night. And so, with a kiss on the forehead, Valentino told me I was due for a break. A night of fun, no additional responsibilities required.

The man knew me better than I knew myself sometimes. With each passing day, our relationship grew into something that left him as comfortable with me as I was with him. Despite the rough introduction, the more time I spent with him at the studio, whispering back and forth items of interest, the more fun our bedroom activities became. And it wasn’t just the kinks and positions that kept me close to his side. The more I got to know the staff, and Angel Dust in particular, the more I enjoyed spending time in the second director's chair. While it didn’t excuse my other responsibilities, or keep me captive twenty four seven, it was another activity to keep my day varied and interesting.

I studied myself in the mirror and added a brush of blush. The more I frequented the studio, the more questions I had- questions Valentino implored me to ask. Something he had mentioned off hand a while ago still bugged me, and after the scene I had seen today, I wanted to know.

“Hey Val?” I asked.

“Yes, mi amore?”

“You said something a while ago that I didn’t quite understand. I was wondering if you could elaborate?” I watched his reaction in my mirror and wasn’t disappointed. One thing I had come to learn was that Valentino loved it when I asked questions and loved giving hands on demonstrations even more.

“Mmm, what did I say, love? Ask away.”

“You said…that if someone was acting up, you put something inside them to get them to behave. What does that mean?”

I didn’t think his grin could get any wider. He strode across the room and put both hands on my shoulders. He leaned down and hovered his lips next to my ear. Not for the first time that day, I felt my pulse quicken.

“Oh my princessa. This is one of those things that bears a more…hands on explanation,” he whispered softly. “Allow me to show you my favorite meaning of the phrase.”

He took my hand and pulled me out of the chair onto the bed. He laid me down so my upper body rested on the mattress and my legs dangled. Somewhere in that transition, my shorts vanished, leaving my lower half exposed to him. I heard our bedside drawer open and the light scent of strawberries filled the room.

“Let me know if this hurts, mi amore,” he drawled as he slowly slid two fingers into me. “I can add more lube if need be.”

I arched my back and his thumb ran across my clit. I arched my back and let out a moan as the blissful feeling overtook me. So close, I was already so close…

He pulled out and I let out a groan.

“Valentino! Come on,” I whined. “No fair!”

“Be patient, princessa,” he scolded lightly. “Relax for me.” I felt the weight of his hand rest on my stomach. “Let me know if this is too much.”

I craned my neck up to try to look but fell back and gasped as I I felt something slide deep inside of me.. Somewhere in my belly, I felt a reverberating pop.

“V-val what was that?”

He didn’t answer right away, and instead I could feel his tongue against my body, and felt his mouth on my clit. The thought vanished, my body ached for that release. I arched my back, certain he would let me come now.

“Maybe I didn’t need to use as much lube,” he commented as he pulled away with seconds to go.

I groaned and reached to grab his hand. He gave me a smile and leaned over, pressing his lips against mine.

“You asked for an explanation, my princessa. I’m giving you one. Now sit up slowly, tell me how you feel.” His body moved behind mine and he helped me sit up, my back pressed against his chest. “That’s my good girl. Now, on your feet.” He got off the bed and offered me his hand.

I accepted it and as I stood I could feel weight, something shifted inside me. I leaned forward into Valentino and laid my head on his chest.

“Val, I….”

“Does it feel alright?” He asked, wrapping his arms around my waist as he kissed my neck. “I haven’t even shown you the best part.”

I heard a click and felt the weight buzz deep in my belly. If Valentino hadn’t been holding me up, I would have been on my knees. His hand fell to my stomach and he smirked as he gave me another kiss. Another click and the buzzing ceased, leaving behind nothing but the feeling of heaviness and desperation deep inside me.

“Keep it in you, my love, for as long as you can.” He kissed down my neck and nipped ever so gently, “I want to see how long you can last.”

“Val, we’re leaving.” I panted. Under my head, I could hear the steady beating of his heart. “Unless we’re not?”

He laughed as he held me. “Oh, no, princessa. Our plans have not changed.”

“But…”

He heard the nervousness in my voice and his expression softened. He cupped my chin and guided me to his gaze.

“Princessa, it's made to stay in you- for a while anyway.” From his pocket, he pulled out a small pink remote. “I control when and how much it vibrates, and my love, I can take it out at any moment. Right now, if you really want me to.” He leaned in closer, “but I think you’ll enjoy surrendering control to me. At least, for tonight.”

“Promise you’ll take it out if I ask? No matter what?” I pleaded.

“Of course princessa. All you have to do is say our safe word,” he reassured me. He guided my head back to his chest and held me there. “I would never force you to do something you weren't comfortable with.”

I hesitated. I trusted and believed him, he had never given me a reason not to.

“Can you…can you at least give me a warning when you turn it on?” I asked finally.

He chuckled but bent down and kissed me. “Oh princessa. The surprise is half the fun. But for your first night out, of course. If that will make you feel more comfortable.” He pressed his hand against my lower belly where I was almost sure the toy was resting.

A click. My knees buckled against the feeling of the vibration. He held me steady against him and I felt his lips against the top of my head.

“Mmm. I love watching you fall to your knees at my command,” he nuzzled me. “I’ll put my hand right here before I turn it on. It's discreet and silent. Is that fair, my princessa?”

I managed to nod and buried my face in his neck as he clicked the button, the vibration ceasing instantly. He kissed me again and took my hand as he led me out the door.

In the limo with Vox and Vel, I sat next to Valentino, trying to ignore the feeling of the toy shifting inside of me with each bump in the road. Val moved closer to me and his hand found my lower belly.

I gasped and curled into him as the buzzing exploded inside of me. My head fell to his lap and he stroked my hair for a moment before I heard the click again. I looked up at him, the euphoria and denial wrecking havoc through me. I reached for him and he pulled me on his lap and tucked my head under his chin, his arms wrapped around me.

“The fuck you do to her?” Velvette demanded.

“Trying something new.” He ran his hand down my back and looked at them both, his tone shifting to something much more serious.“Telling you both so if the princessa needs me…” he glanced down at me. “Or if she doesn’t look right, come find me. At any time.”

“Damn,” Vox grinned. “Really embracing the slutty side of hell, aren’t we?”

“Good for you sweetheart.” Velvette added as she leaned back.

We arrived at the club and Valentino interlaced his hand with mine, tugging me across the dance floor. Several drinks later, I was leaning on him as he chatted with several demons.

“So like I was saying, don’t take no for an answer. I certainly don’t.” I felt his hand slide under my shirt and rest on my stomach.

Fuck, Val.

I bit my lip as the toy exploded inside me, trying my hardest to keep a straight face. He continued his conversation as if I wasn’t about to come right there next to him. After a few moments, the demons walked away and I heard the familiar click as the buzzing ceased.

“Mmm, you’re getting better at hiding it princess.” He leaned into me, “come, dance with me before I have to go meet with these fuckers.”

He took my hand and led me out to the dance floor. We spun around, music loud and flashing lights, his body pressed into mine.

“You’re my favorite toy,” he whispered amongst the chaos, his arms wrapping around my waist as he pulled me into him. He guided my head to his chest and his hand went to my belly. “Prepare yourself princessa.”

I would have fallen to my knees if Val hadn’t been supporting my full weight. The explosion of buzzing combined with the movement of the dance floor and the last shot of tequila proved to be too much.

“Oh my princessa…wait, are you crying?”

He grabbed my chin and scanned me with worried eyes.

“Too…too much.” I begged against him. The button clicked. “Please take it out. Not here, not in front of everyone! Please Val..”

He wrapped his arm around me and lifted me up. For the first time since I had entered the club scene, he led me towards the back. He pushed open a door, labeled with his name. He set me on the desk and turned away. I looked up and tried to wipe away my tears.

“Too much, mi amore?” He asked gently, handing me a tissue. “You lasted longer than I expected.” He stroked my hair and held me to his chest. “I can take it out, princessa. No one will see you here.”

I bit my lip and he waited for me to give him the go ahead. Slowly l, I nodded.

“Alright, princessa, lay back.” He instructed, guiding me down on the desk. With one hand he unbuckled my jeans and with the other, he pressed on my belly.

“I’m going to turn it on the lowest setting, princessa. Take a deep breath.”

The gentle buzzing sensation began and I bit back a moan. Even as overstimulated as I was, the sensation had me dripping. His hand settled on a spot on my stomach and I felt his fingers slide into me.

“Good girl, now push for me.”

“Push?”

He pressed down on my belly and I felt the vibration drop. “Yes princessa, like you’re trying to push a baby out. Bear down and push for me.”

I bit my lip and contracted my muscles. I felt his fingers curl inside me. A second later the buzzing stopped and I took a shaky breath.

“Good girl,” he said, standing up and holding the pink toy with his name scrawled in red across the entirety of it. He opened the desk drawer and tossed it and the remote in. I sat up and looked at Valentino, holding back a squirm. My body, even with the relief, still felt unsatisfied.

Our eyes met and he leaned forward and kissed me, pushing me down on the desk as he did so. His hands settled on my hips and I felt the tip of his cock slide into me.

“Ah! Valentino” I moaned. “Please, Valentino. Please let me come!”

His hips moved faster, the metal of his bet buckle crashing against my hip with every thrust. The pain, the denial and all too soon the feeling of release washed over me, rendering me helpless under him.

“Valentino!” I moaned.

I felt his cock explode deep in my belly and he sank his teeth just below my collarbone. The pain and the pleasure of him spasming deep inside of me put me over the edge once more.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered as he slowly pulled out. “That’s the first time you’ve taken all of me.”

I panted. My legs felt like jello- and my entire lower body felt sore and achy. He kissed my stomach as he did up his belt, his eyes watching my every moment.

“Need a moment, mi amore? I have things to do in here. You could join me.”

I felt his hands redress me and he lifted me into his arms, cradling me as he sat down in his office chair. He pushed me up and back by my shoulders as he carefully examined my body. His fingers lightly traced under my collarbone and I winced.

“Mm, I left a mark. I’m sorry, mi amore.” He leaned in and gently kissed the bite. He wrapped me in his jacket and looked at me with concern. “I don’t like causing you pain.”

I laid my head on his chest as he held me to him.

“Val, you don’t like causing me pain, but…the rule doesn’t apply to everyone.”

“It does not apply to my job, you are correct my love.” He kissed the top of my head. “But no, I very much do not like to hurt you. Ever, my dear.” He shifted me in his arms and reached over to grab a pen. He scribbled something on a sheet of paper.

We sat in silence for a few moments as he wrote. I laid my head on his shoulder.

“Val, can I ask a question?”

“Anything, love.”

“That toy you used on me, is that the only thing you use to keep your employees in line?”

“No, love.” He responded shortly.

I waited for him to elaborate and he didn’t.

“What else do you use?” I asked.

He paused and set his pen down, reached over and cupped my chin. Our eyes met and I let out a shiver. Work Valentino was scary.

“That, my princessa is nothing you need to worry about. I will never intentionally cause you pain.” He planted another kiss on my forehead and then tugged the jacket around me until I was almost completely hidden. “Rest, princessa, close your eyes. I have people coming in. You can stay right where you are just keep quiet.”

I settled into his arms and I heard the door open. Harsh words, a far cry from the softness he showed me, filled the room. After a few moments, Valentino shifted me to the side of the chair stood up. I opened my eyes just ever so slightly and I saw Valentino glance at me with a dark look. I turned away until I couldn’t feel his eyes on me. Carefully, I shifted myself just in time to see him grab the demon by the neck and slam him into the wall.

“I have killed bitches for less than the attitude you’re giving me.” He growled lowly.

The demon whimpered, and Valentino dropped him. Red chains appeared on the demon's neck and wrist.

“Don’t you forget. I own you.” Valentino growled. He yanked on the chains until the demon fell to his knees in front of him. “You work for me, and no one else.”

“Yes, Valentino. I’m sorry, Valentino.” The demon whispered.

“Oh, are you?” He growled, pulling the demon upright.

I saw the glint of Valentino’s gun and my stomach dropped. No, Val. No! The words, supposed to remain as a thought echoed across the room.

Silence. For a heartbeat.

Valentino slowly turned to me, eyes blazing. “What did you just say, princessa?”

I swallowed as he tossed the demon to the side and strode over to me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me up, marching me over to where the demon lay, crying.

“Do you think this thing deserves mercy?” He asked lowly.

“Everyone deserves mercy.” I pleaded. “It’s why we do what we do, Val.”

“Wrong! We collect souls for power!” Valentino snarled. He gripped my arm with a force I hadn’t yet felt from him.

“Val! That hurts!” I tried to yank away from him, panic coursing through me.

Valentino ignored my words and tightened his grip. “I was only going to rough him up. Remind him who owned him. But princessa, you made the decision for him. Mercy? That isn’t something I give.”

I saw the flash of the hilt of his gun and the demon crumpled to the floor, a crimson puddle trickling out from under his head.

Valentino pushed me back and stepped in front of the demon, his eyes blazing red. “Do not ever get in the way of my work again,” he said sharply. “It will never end the way you want it to.”

I felt bile rise up in the back of my throat. And then anger. I reached out to grab Valentino the way he had grabbed the demon and his hand caught mine, pushing back.

“Do you know why I killed this man?” He continued, his voice ever so slightly calmer.

I didn’t and in the moment, I didn’t care.I tried to muster up the same energy that I had been practicing so hard to control but I couldn’t. Valentino pushed me back. I felt myself slide, my strength wavering.

“This demon, this thing committed atrocities so evil it would break your sweet little heart,” he continued. “So no, I will not have mercy. I will not reward him for the crimes he committed. And I will most certainly not take orders from someone who truly has no idea how hell works.”

I gasped as he shoved me against the wall. He pinned my arms above my head and leaned in close.

“You don’t get it. We keep you safe. You have power, yes. But not enough princessa. Not yet. And until that time comes you will not upset the power dynamic we have worked so hard to create. The power dynamic that is the only goddamn reason you are not dead- or worse. Because believe me princessa, down here there are much, much worse things than being dead.”

He released me and I turned, reaching for the door that would let me out. He grabbed me by the hair and yanked me back, turning me around and grabbing me by the wrist.

“You think you can survive on your own? You can’t. You wouldn’t make it five minutes before someone grabbed you and turned you into something you no longer recognize. Lucifer is the single most powerful being in this realm and even he cannot keep you safe. The second you

take a misstep, the second you walk out that door without a bodyguard- princessa you are worse off than dead.”

He stepped closer to me and I could smell the scent of smoke wrapping around me. “I will be damned if I let that happen. Lucifer’s punishment would be vacation compared to….”

His voice drifted off and I tried to twist my wrist out of his grasp.

“Compared to what, Valentino? Fucking say it.” I shot back.

“Compared to the guilt that would haunt me for all of eternity.” His eyes met mine in stony silence.

I didn’t answer and he dropped my wrists before taking a step back. “It’s time to go home,” he snatched his jacket off the chair and took me by the wrist again, this time the opposite. “You will stay next to me.”

Unable to disobey, I followed him back out to his VIP booth. Both Vox and Velvette were sprawled out, sipping on drinks. One look at Valentino and they both set their drinks down and followed us out.

“In the car.” Valentino growled, pushing me inside.

“Woah, hey, Val what gives?” Vox asked. “Did she start a fight again?”

Valentino didn’t respond and in the limo, I inched myself away from him. I took my phone out of my pocket, seeing I had three missed texts from Lucifer.

You did not.

God damn it, reader.

And finally

You got lucky.

My stomach sank. In the darkness I could see the formation of a handprint shaped bruise on my wrists. As fast as Valentino was texting, I began with the same urgency. A quick explanation of the events and then

Lucifer, I didn’t do anything wrong. I tried to save a soul.

He replied back instantly.

By heaven's standards you’re right. You didn’t. By hell's standards? You fucked up, big time.

You want to explain how? Come get me, I don’t want to be here anymore.

No, I will not come and get you because your feelings are hurt. Do not ever, under any circumstances, come between a demon and a soul they own. You might think you know what’s right and wrong and I assure you things work differently down here. Didn’t we already go through this when contracts were explained to you? He fulfills his end of the bargain and tonight he did just that.

But Uncle Lucy, Valentino actually bruised me. Like left a mark!

Better bruised than dead.

I closed out of my phone, the gravity of what Lucifer told me sinking in. I understood soul contracts, but I didn’t understand what I did that was so wrong. My phone pinged again, another text from Lucifer.

And reader? I watched the footage. I know exactly how it went down. I stand by what I said.

The limo slowed to a stop. I shoved my phone in my pocket and when I went to get up, Valentino shook his head and pushed past me.

“You come out after me.”

I let out a gasp of pain as his fingers brushed the bruising on my wrist. Wordlessly, he shifted his grip upwards and pulled me towards the door. Once inside, he looked at me. His expression was one of frustration, anger and…sadness? He looked away as quickly as our eyes met.

Vox stepped in between us and put his hand on Valentino’s shoulder. “Val. You go up first, we’ll catch the next one.”

“Hold onto her,” Valentino growled. He pushed me into Vox and stared at him until his hand rested on my forearm. Without another word, Valentino stepped in the elevator and the door closed. I turned to Vox and Velvette.

“The fuck did I do that was so bad? Why is his behavior okay right now?”

“Because you stepped in between someone who owns a soul, and the soul itself.” Vox answered tiredly as he released my arm. “And it’s not like you actually knew any better. This whole thing could have been avoided if Valentino had kept you out of the room. He let his business mix with his private life and he very nearly paid the price for it.”

“I don’t understand,” I responded.

“Let’s step back a second. Remember, if a soul has an owner, the soul is required to fulfill the terms of its contact. The owner has a requirement to complete the terms as much as the soul does. In this case, knowing what I know, mercilessly keeping that soul in line was part of this specific contract.” Velvette explained.

“I should add that is a typical part of most, if not all, soul contracts in hell. We are not here to be kind, merciful, forgiving. Souls are here for a reason. We carry out that punishment.” Vox continued. “If Valentino had shown mercy at your plead, Val wouldn’t be upholding that part of the contract and his rule over the souls in hell would begin to crumble. And that isn’t something we can afford to do. It’s the combined power of the three of us that makes this place so safe for you. Valentino won’t risk his power or I think, more importantly to him these days, your life.

“Valentino won’t risk your life, ever. And I’m sure it doesn’t help that he had to end one of his highest earners,” Velvette finished. She tucked her phone into her pocket. “He’ll get over that part, but that look on his face. The guilt and anger? He’s upset more at those bruises on you than he is at his work. Only ever seen him look like that the one time he accidentally hurt, well, us. Wrong place, wrong time- not that unlike your situation. His behavior was identical- right down to the self destruction I’m sure he’s indulging in right now.”

“Self destruction?” I asked.

Velvette shrugged. “It’s Val. Did you not see the pills he washed down with the bottle of vodka in the limo? Or were you too busy bitching and moaning to your uncle about bruises that will be gone by tomorrow?”

I didn’t answer. The door opened and the three of us parted ways silently. I watched them both go to their rooms, then crept down the hallway to Valentino’s room.

“Val?” I called.

Silence answered. I knocked on the door and slowly pushed it open. The room was empty.

“Might check his studio, if you’re going to look for him.” Vox’s voice came from the security camera behind me.

I jumped and turned around to face the corner.

“Just be careful, he tends to throw things when he’s like this.” Vox added.

I made my way to the elevator and hit the button for the third floor. I waited until the door opened and listened as carefully as I could as I stepped out. It didn’t take long for me to piece together the yelling and the pounding that he was in his office. I considered my options. I could break the door down. Or I could try a gentler option. Either way, I wasn’t about to leave him by himself.

“Val?” I asked softly, knocking on the door. “Val, it’s Reader. Let me in.”

I heard a yell, and the sound of glass breaking. And then, the door unlocked. I took that as a sign to let myself in.

Valentino sat behind his desk, glass of dark amber in his hand. His signature heart shaped glasses were cast carelessly on the desk and his head was in his hand.

“What are you doing here, princessa?” He asked without looking up. “It’s late. You should be in bed.”

“So should you,” I replied, stepping over the shattered remains of a glass. “But you’re not, so I came to check on you?”

He chuckled darkly and took a drink from the glass. “And princessa, why would you do such a thing?”

“Because I love you?” I replied as I walked closer. I leaned against the desk and reached for his hand.

He shook his head, but allowed me to keep my hand on his. “Love doesn’t cause pain like what I did to you, Reader. The bite mark I left is one thing, the bruises on your wrists are an entire other. We live in two different worlds, and tonight, you got hurt. Because of mine. Because of what I do.”

“I don’t care.” I stepped closer and took the glass from his hand and set it on the desk. Slowly, I guided his head to me. I felt his weight sink into my body as he exhaled. His vulnerability wasn’t unrecognized by me. I ran my hand down his back in a way I hoped was comforting. “I did the wrong thing tonight. I fucked up. It’s my fault, Valentino. Not yours. I have…I have a lot to learn. And I’m sorry I put you in such a position.”

He closed his eyes and exhaled. “Princessa….”

My hand paused against his back and I pressed him into me. “No, Val. This one is on me. You told me not to look. You trusted I would follow orders and I didn’t. And I’m sorry. Yeah, it sucks that you left a bruise but…also, the consequence would have been worse. Right?”

He was quiet for a moment and then pushed himself up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since this all began.

“Let me see how badly I hurt you,” he said simply, taking my wrists in his hands. He traced the blue purple splotches and shook his head. “Princessa, your mistake did not earn you this pain.”

“My mistake caused you pain. Vox said you shot your highest earner, not to mention the actual act of shooting is…well…”

“Part of the job, princessa. And the money will be made back.” He stood up and pulled me to him. “I do not want to hurt you. I am afraid of hurting you. I am furious at myself that I did hurt you and I have never, not once, felt this way about anyone else.”

I laid my head on his chest. “The pain of seeing you fall because of me would have been a billion times worse.”

He ran a hand through my hair. In his arms, I could hear his breathing even out and his heartbeat slow down.

“Come to bed with me, please Val.” I begged as he held me tighter. “Please.” I interlaced my fingers with his and gently tugged him towards the elevator. In the light I could see the redness of his eyes. I thought back to my own high and wondered what was in his system that would cause such a reaction.

Once back in the bedroom, I guided him to the bed. “Val, let me.”

He smiled but let me undress him. “Princessa, I can manage. Why don’t you run a warm shower for us?”

I did as he requested and he followed me into the bathroom a few moments later. I heard him exhale as he took my hand. His eyes, still rimmed in red and his skin was almost pale. I pulled him into the shower with me and began to massage soap into his back. He leaned forward against the bathroom wall and let out a heavy sigh.

“Val, you don’t look so good.” I said softly.

“Princessa, I am fine. Just…coming down from a high.” The tiredness in his voice was evident. He cupped my chin and leaned in for a kiss. His hands fell to my waist and somehow, I ended up against the wall. I closed my eyes, fighting the fire in my belly to fuck him right then and there.

“Tomorrow, Val.” I said when I broke away from his kiss. “When you feel better.”

“Princessa, I feel fine.” He said lightly, his hands finding my chest.

“Until I’m convinced you won’t die under me, it doesn’t.” I replied, taking his hands in mine. “What did you take?”

He stared at me in confusion and then frowned. “Ah. Shit you know?”

“Vox told me. Drugs combined with the alcohol…Valentino what is so funny?!”

He laughed harder and pulled me to him. “Princessa, I love you.”

He paused and I could see what looked like worry cross his face. I took his hand. “I love you too Val. Which is why I’m putting you to bed.” I turned the water off and carefully walked out of the shower.

He looked amused as I wrapped him in a towel. I dried myself off quickly and pulled on my pajamas, and then turned to him.

“Arms up, Val.” I stood on my tiptoes.

He looked down at me and grinned. “Sweetheart, I got it.” He took the pajamas from my hands and used both the counter and me for balance.

I took his hand and pulled him into the bed. Once we were settled, I laid on his chest and listened to the pounding of his heartbeat, half convinced whatever was in his system would shut it off.

“Princessa, you are tense. Why?” He asked softly.

I didn’t answer him and he sat up. I followed his chest with my head and he reached down to cup my chin.

“Look at me. What is the matter? I’m in bed with you. You’re safe.” He ran a hand through my hair. “Why are you pressed against me like you’re afraid I’ll disappear.”

“I don’t want your heart to stop. Vel said you mixed drugs and…”

“No, mi amore. Overlords cannot die of an overdose. Especially not when that is their domain. In fact, most down here cannot die of such a simple thing. You, princessa, are the exception to that rule.”

I didn’t reply. He sighed. “Princessa, how can I make you feel better?”

“Let me listen to your heart.” I moved towards his chest.

He sighed but wrapped me in his arms. “I have a better idea.” He reached over and opened the bedside drawer, coming up with a stethoscope. He handed it to me. “Here, use this and listen for as long as it takes to convince you my heart isn’t in danger of stopping.”

I complied and put the device in my ears. He leaned back against the pillows, allowing me to press the disc to his chest. Patiently, he waited until I pulled away, satisfied.

“Feel better, princessa?” He asked, taking the device out of my hands.

I nodded and laid my head back down against him. “Why do you have that anyway?”

“Sweetheart, there is a kink for that.”

#the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x wife #valentino x you #vox x reader #hazbin fluff #valentino #the vees x reader #hazbin hotel #valentino hazbin hotel #valentino x female reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin vox #vox the tv demon #vox hazbin hotel #vox #voxval #hazbin hotel velvette

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gravelsong · 7 months ago

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I call this the "what if I overanalyzed the HELL out of the Arcee and Carly interaction" post because this scene was really good

Before this, the ONLY time we've really seen them interact is when Arcee saved Carly from falling. They're still on unfamiliar terms, probably only knowing each other through name. Arcee's come over to see Carly, being curious about her, wondering what she's doing, or both. Carly clearly doesn't give a shit though, responding in a very short, and clipped answer.

Okay, so she doesn't seem to be that thrilled about Arcee being over there. That's okay, Arcee will simply ask what Carly's doing instead of beating around the bush, which Carly ALSO responds to with a short, sarcastic answer. Her answer doesn't really help Arcee work out what's going on all that much, so she asks for further elaboration, both wanting to know more and also learn something new about Earth.

Carly gives another vague answer ("gotta start somewhere") so Arcee offers to join her in her activity, maybe hoping that they can connect more and she can learn further about what's on Carly's mind. However, Arcee's blaster causes a solid amount of damage, but it seems to catch Carly's attention and even makes her smile, impressed with the sight.

With Carly seeming more open, Arcee talks a bit about her own skills, her own history with weaponry. She IS a very impressive shot, as vouched by Optimus, but with her time spent fighting in the war, she's mournful over this, as her skill with a blaster adds to the carnage and horror she's seen (the flames in the background serving as a reflection of her memories, what she's witnessed through her talent).

Carly, who just recently lost her father to Starscream, is baffled by this statement, saying that Arcee's skill would REALLY help with killing decepticons (as she seems to have missed the point with what Arcee was trying to say). Carly even specifies Starscream, which makes it clear that she's practicing specifically for revenge purposes against Starscream (great news Carly, Soundwave already took care of that problem). Arcee recognizes this desire for revenge, and states her thoughts clearer: that she can see how Carly's falling to her rage, that her hurt is driving her to future pain (with Arcee probably reflecting on her familiarity with her own hatred).

Unfortunately, Carly is no longer open to listening, switching back into being angry and annoyed. She knows that Arcee's analyzing her, thinking that she knows better than her (also Carly is a teenager, and hurt teenagers tend to shut themselves off to focus on what they think is best for them). The remains of Arcee's shot also look like a burning inferno behind Carly, used as symbolism for her own feelings, her own rage.

("I apologize. It's just... you remind me of myself, when my gears were beginning to turn. I had a teacher then.")

Arcee isn't using subtle dialogue or small talk anymore, she's outright telling Carly of her own history, of how she was the same way. Of how she had someone she loved and trusted so dearly, but he died (ALSO MAGNUS IS DEAD AUGHH) because she allowed her hatred to control her. She was so focused on revenge, she lost another loved one. Even now, Arcee's reflection on her journey of healing is that her hate costed her far more than helped her. It's a painful memory for her, and she doesn't want to see someone else go down the same path she did.

But she's too caught up in her desire for revenge to really hear what Arcee's telling her.

Hell, even in the scene afterward, Cliffjumper is berating himself for not killing Starscream, and that Carly isn't even speaking to him anymore because he couldn't kill Starscream. Jazz tells him that there's no shame in pulling the trigger, but if that was true, then why does he feel so awful (he feels awful because he feels like he hurt Carly right there and then. Also, Starscream immediately grabbed her, and would've killed her if he hadn't been crushed. Cliffjumper is feeling guilty over not taking the shot because it could've killed Carly, and even though she survived, a part of her was still killed in that moment.)

#I LOVE THESE CHARACTERS AUGH #transformers #transformers skybound #transformers 2023 #arcee #carly #(fuck it this is her temporary tag for now)#cliffjumper #my post #long post #transformers spoilers

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mantequillamcwhoremick · 3 months ago

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IM BACK TO ASK IF YOU HAVE ANY BUNNY FIC RECOMMENDATIONS 😭😭

Hiiiii!!!! Omg dbcvhkjabchjbc I'm honored you want recs from me but honestly I'm on the lookout myself😭😭😭😭 I'm either terribly picky or really bad at finding fics so I can give you my faves, but they're probably gonna be ones you've already read-- I'm seriously slacking on the Bunny fanfic consumption maybe

Lock and Key by sp_peppers

This one is more Butters than Bunny but one of my absolute favorites. Wish I knew the author's tumblr because god damn. HEAVY TRIGGER WARNING because this one is super dark, it's an elaborate fic about Butters' canon abuse with the timeline a little rearranged, but it has a happy ending and Bunny is sprinkled all throughout and nicely wraps up the end. But please for the love of god proceed with caution; It's heavy on the abuse

Just Underneath by TrashKat

You might know this one already but it's your classic Mystechaos fic. Love it. Wish the ending was a little less short because it was SO GOOD so if you haven't read it, you're welcome

Midnight Snack by Blame Canada (OneHitWondersAnonymous)

This one's a really cute oneshot <3 Kenny comes over to bring Butters a midnight snack, very fluffy, what more would you need? :3

until the sun comes up by starglitches

another sweet oneshot where Kenny climbs in through Butters' window. I will never EVER get tired of those.

The Night Bound to Come justtothesea, orphan_account, thewordsleep (justtothesea)

a cute but angsty little oneshot where they both find solace in each other's company while having a bad time. I reread it sometimes :>

May Nothing But Happiness Come Through Your Door by boy-thighs (sop)

Probably my absolute favorite, I fucking WISH I could write like this. You probably already know it (it's very popular) but holy fuck, I reread this often. I wanna kiss the author on their forehead and thank them for their service.

So these are ones I have saved to my bookmarks, but I'll keep being on the lookout. Check if I find some that are maybe unfinished but still bangers. And feel free to always go ahead and recommend stuff to me too!!

I'm mostly focusing on writing rather than reading right now, so let's hope I can soon add more to the bunny tag. They're my favorite little guys and, again, I'm very honored you're asking me for recs <3333

#ask #south park #sp bunny #lucio yaps #fic rec

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writingintheshadowsforever · 1 year ago

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It Was Real For Me Too Monica Rambeau x Reader

Summary: Monica is convinced you hated every second being trapped in Wanda's hex with her. In reality she couldn't be more wrong if only she gave you the chance to explain.

Carol raised a single eyebrow walking into the storage room of her ship. Where she kept all her extra cargo and miscellaneous items to see Monica rummaging around. The sound of stuff falling from the shelves along with someone whispering curse words is what drew her there. She already knew the identity of the culprit considering they were only four people on her ship counting herself.

You were off playing twenty questions with Kamala, and she was sure the young girl was taking notes for her fanfiction. That only left one person, and she'd been scarce from the moment you arrived on the ship.

"Is there something I can help you find?" Carol asked smirking when Monica jumped a little bit.

She threw a quick glare at the superhero who was still more of a mother figure to her. Then went back to searching through various boxes on the floor without a word. Her relationship was already rocky since the two still haven't worked through the abandonment issue, but it only got worse. When Carol decided to call you in to assist on the mission without consulting her first.

"Mon come on you're not the one who has to reorganize all this later" Carol pleaded.

"Do you have any liquor or wine on this ship?"

"I do but you won't find it here."

Monica stood up and turned around with a frustrated huff. "Where will I find it then?"

"I'll tell you if you answer a few questions."

Monica shook her head in refusal. "You owe me Carol you don't get to holdout on me."

"I do if you want the only bottle of wine I have plus I need to know what's going with you with what's at stake with this mission. Why does y/n being here bother you so much?"

"Its that obvious huh."

Carol nodded.

Monica let out a groan taking a seat on large container. She tried really hard to keep her cool once she realized you were on the ship. But then the two of you locked eyes, and it was her first time seeing you in almost a year. Her heart skipped a few beats as her legs turned into jelly when you hit her with that dazzling smile. The term absence makes the heart grow fonder couldn't be more true in this situation. She'd hope the time spent apart from you would've done the opposite, and erase her feelings for you. They just got stronger.

"I really don't want to talk about it Carol" Monica tried.

"Too bad y/n won't give me anything out of respect for you, and like I said I need to know what I'm dealing with here." Carol persisted not sounding apologetic at all. She was probably enjoying it in some weird way, because now Monica didn't have a choice but to confide in her a little bit.

Monica took a deep breath trying to figure out a way to explain her situation-ship with you without giving away too much. "You know I got trapped in a witch's hex right?"

"Yeah the one that gave you your powers right" Carol said following along.

"Well I kinda left out the part where y/n got trapped in it with me, and we were basically a couple doing couple things. Until I triggered Wanda's memory and she sent me packing." Monica explained hoping she didn't have to elaborate beyond that.

Carol frowned for a second before her eyes widened in shock only for a look of amusement to take over in the end. "Seriously aren't the two of you like best friends?"

"Yeah."

"Okay I get how it that could be weird at first, but it’s been a year. How haven't you two worked this out by now?"

Monica gave no reply and suddenly the container she was sitting on became ten times more interesting.

"Unless there's something else going on you haven't told me" The blonde woman added. A teasing tone in her voice to match the playful smirk on her face.

"Nope there is nothing else to tell" Monica lied. "You know what forget about the wine. Let's just go back to the mission."

She tried to scurry past Carol but a hand reached out catching her by the arm. Her grip strong and while she may have powers none of them let her match Captain Marvel's strength.

"Carol please just drop it."

"Let's go get the wine you're going to need it."

A Few Hours Later

Carol allowed Monica to drink enough to relax her a little bit before cutting her off. She probably would've finished off the bottle if she wasn't stopped. Carol had an idea or two of what was really going on, but decided it was just better until they got the coordinates from Kamala's mind to the next destination. Before trying to get the two of you to work through the issue. She could tell right away you weren't going to the problem in the matter.

You lit up with joy when she walked into the main hub of the ship with Monica in tow. "About time I thought you two were trying to sneak off without us or something."

Carol walked over to retrieve four head-gear contraptions that looked like a head-massager helmet. She gave one out to each of you explaining the process. "This will let us access Kamala's memories and see what she saw on the ship. No need to fear or worry I use it all the time trying to recover the memories. The Kree took me."

Monica shot her a look of sympathy. "Still."

Carol nodded sliding the head piece on.

"Wait will be able too see each other's memories as well?" You asked twisting it around in your hands.

"Yeah but as long as you don't focus on a particular memory too much. We'll be fine and won't be pulled into something else" Carol instructed.

For the first time both you and Monica squirmed a little bit glancing at each other nervously. You put the head piece on after along with Kamala, while your best friend still hesitated.

"Mon come on you got this" You encouraged her softly.

She took a deep breath letting your words wash over her and take effect. All of her worries seemed to disappear just like old times whenever you were by her side. You always looked after her if she fell you'd catch her. She put the head piece on.

Carol took the spacious couch with Kamala by her side. You laid down beside Monica for moral support. It was the first time the woman allowed you to be this close to her since you arrived on the ship. All four of you closed your eyes at the same time letting your minds link to each other. Kamala went back to the first fight with Dar-Benn. You were absent for the showdown, so you took in every single detail not just the coordinates. Carol told you that her powers were linked to Monica's and Kamala's.

You didn't know what she meant until now watching the fight play out. The three of them switching places whenever the other used their light-based powers. Carol brought you in because of your past with Kree she figured you could offer her an inside look on whar Dar-Benn's plan might be. The memory-sharing moved along smoothly as all three of you got a glimpse at the map.

Kamala played the memory back in slow-motion so you three could memorize it. Carol's mind went haywire letting her memories bleed into Kamala's throwing the three of you back into the past. The days of the Blip Carol and and Maria sitting on the front porch of Monica's childhood home talking about Monica, and other things.

Of course Monica freaked out trying to pull out, but not being able too. "Carol stop I don't want to remember this."

"I'm sorry I'm not doing this on purpose." Carol attempted to rein the memories again, but the door was open letting every moment flood out. Including the one where she promised a eleven-year old Monica she'd see her soon. All of you knew how that promise ended.

"Carol that's enough." Monica was begging now her voice cracking as the memory switched to her mother on her deathbed. Without thinking about you took her hand in yours squeezing it.

"Breathe Mon it's okay."

Carol's memories were pushed aside as a new wave took over overpowering her. They belonged to Monica and all of them were with you. The first day you and her met when Nick Fury called you in to help Monica deal with the aftermath of being blipped. Her breaking down in your arms after finding out about Maria's death. All the nights you spent holding her to chase the nightmares away, because your presence was the only thing that could soothe her. The memories were nothing new to you, and innocence. Monica panicked as she felt her control slip though, and memories you might've not been aware of appeared. "How do I stop this."

Now all four of you were back in Westview and while you were aware of what Wanda 's actions. This memory was new to you Monica in her S.W.O.R.D. uniform racing through the neighborhood. She ran right past the home she shared with you in the hex in a rush to get to Wanda. But you were still under mind control walking out the house dressed in high-waist jeans, and a long-sleeved blue shirt.

"Monica honey where did you go?" You called out to her.

She paused upon hearing your voice, and her heart swelled from the adoring look in your eyes. You were so in love for her, but none of it was real. She wished it was.

"You've been gone for a few days. you missed the fall festival did I do something wrong?" You blinked away a few tears as your smile wavered. You were hurt and confused by her disappearance.

Monica told herself back then what she was about to do was completely necessary. There was no harm in keeping the charade going as she wasn't sure of what would happened. If you came to your senses right now. You needed reassurance so that's what she gave you.

"Oh sweetheart you did nothing wrong you could never." Monica said turning back around to close the distance, and take your face in her hands. "You're perfect y/n God you're so freaking perfect I don't deserve you." Her words became more and more sincere as she went on her voice dripping with love.

"Monica-"

She cut off your words with her heartfelt kiss an arm gripping your waist as you melted. Her lips melded perfectly against yours just like all the other times. She pulled away slowly panting with her emotions running high. "I love you. I'll always love you y/n never doubt that okay."

You nodded touching your forehead too hers.

The memory came to an end only for another wave of them to hit. Your grip on her hand was so tight now her hand had gone numb. The two of you dancing in the house. Monica twirling you around by the hand with a happy smile. You climbing into bed with her snuggling up to her until her arms opened. A few more slipped through as Carol and Kamala stayed silent through it all.

"Enough of this." Monica cried tearing her hand free from yours to rip the head piece off bringing the session to an end.

You followed suit eyes flying open to find the spot beside you vacant. Monica was already headed to the the back of the ship.

"Um I'm just going to go stare into space." Kamala said not meeting your eyes. The young girl went over to the pilot seat.

"Don't touch anything Kamala I'll be over in a second" Carol yelled.

"Okay Captain" she replied.

Carol figured she'd start with you first blocking your path to the ship's hangar. "You need to go talk to her."

"She ran away before I could or did you not see that. She's been running from me for nearly a year now Carol" You argued.

"Well maybe it's time you start chasing her y/n." Carol shot back not backing down.

You threw your hands in the air with a humorless chucke. "As if it would make a difference Monica has been avoiding this conversation since Wanda's hex. There is no point even if I corner her she's not going to tell me the truth. I've tried, and all she does is dance around the topic. Until I drop it, you think I enjoy living like this. It sucks not having her around anymore. I went from seeing every single day to once every blue moon." You slammed your hand down on her work table, making it tremble. "Why don't you go try?"

Carol didn't stop you from walking past her this time, noting the watery eyes. She made her way over to Monica, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall. Out of view from the rest of you. She sensed Carol's presence the second the blonde woman walked into the space, and let out a sigh of exasperation.

Carol held up a hand to stop her protesting before she could a word out. "Don't tell me you're fine and nothing is wrong. That's a lie and both us of know it."

"Fine how about I don't want to talk about it" Monica grumbled.

"That's not a luxury you have at this point whatever is going is clouding your judgement right now. A teenage girl has been entrusted into our care, and we made a promise to get her back home in one piece. Which means next time we go into field you and y/n's heads need to be on straight." Carol gave her no other choice sliding down against the wall into a sitting position right next too her. Monica scooted over with a huff.

"Why don't you start from the beginning this time" Carol suggested.

"I was a complete wreck when I came back from being blipped. Just thrown back into the world so different than when I left. My mother was dead, and I never got the chance to say goodbye. On top of that I lost five years of my life, and then I have to hear how Captain Marvel swooped down from space to save the day in the fight with Thanos. I waited for you Carol." Monica paused lifting her head to look Carol in the eyes letting her see the tears gathered in hers.

She realized this wasn't just about dealing with her emotions for you, but was the much needed therapy session about Carol abandoning her for all those years. "I returned to mom's old home in Louisiana hoping you'd show up at some point. I told myself you were going to come back and apologize. Help me get through what happened, but you never did."

"Monica" Carol whispered her name with guilt laced in her voice. "I was bus-."

"Don't you dare" Monica cried the tears not falling from her eyes. "Don't you dare use the same old excuse I was too busy saving the universe. If we're going to have this conservation I want the truth. You want me to be honest about y/n then you're gonna have to be honest with me. Why didn't you ever come back before Thanos?" She fell silent with hardened eyes determined to get an answer.

How did the topic switch from you to her? Monica was like a daughter too her, and she knew she owed the younger woman answers for her absence all those years. But honestly Carol was hoping she'd be able to avoid the conservation a little longer. She wished they could just skip it, and an apology would suffice. But it was obvious Monica wasn't going to let that happen. She wanted an explanation.

"Okay fine you deserve the truth so I'll give it too you" Carol agreed. Letting a few minutes past by before continuing she needed to find the right words.

"Carol come on."

"I did a lot of bad things okay" Carol blurted out.

Monica furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "What."

The blonde woman looked away not wanting to her surrogate daughter’s eyes anymore as she went on. "I know people think heroes can do know wrong, and even when we do. It was necessary or just a mistake, but that's not always true. I acted recklessly trying to fix a problem and only made things worst. The Kree call me the Annihilator and I hate that name with a passion because I deserve it Monica. I destroyed their home, their way of life, and then spent years punishing them for my mistake. I felt guilty and ashamed that's why I stayed away for so long. You looked up to me more than anything. Maria told me that no matter how many heroes there were I'd always be your favorite. I couldn't face you knowing I didn't deserve your admiration anymore."

A single tear escaped sliding down her face Carol acted fast too wipe it away. An arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Monica pulled her in coaxing Carol into dropping her head on her shoulder. She rested her own head on top of her childhood hero's. "Don't be ridiculous Carol you had no way of knowing that your actions would lead to all this. You were just trying to help which is all we can ever do. Sometimes we get it right and other times we get it wrong. No one is perfect." Her words brought peace to Captain Marvel's heart as the weight of her mistakes finally vanished. She couldn't stop the rest of the tears if she wanted to, so Carol just left them fall. The two of them stayed like that a little longer basking in their reconciliation.

"Y/N was the one who got me through it all" Monica finally whispered. Her arm tightening around Carol's shoulder. "She was like this bright star shining my dark and starless world. A beacon of hope bringing me back to life giving me reassurance every step of the way. That somehow I'd be okay again. I'd smile and it would be real one day. It was impossible for me not to fall for her you know."

"So what happened that led to this? Did it start in the hex?" Carol questioned.

"No it was before the hex originally they sent me out on the mission alone, but then Fury asked y/n too tag alone. He was still worried about me. I didn't know what we were walking into, but I had this weird feeling. After everything I lost I wasn't going to risk walking into danger without her knowing the truth. So I kissed her before we left for the mission." Monica took a deep breath pulling her arm away to bury her face into her hands.

Carol rubbed her back trying to give her some comfort. "And" she prompted not wanting to lose her now.

"She pushed me away" Monica whispered. "I knew right then she didn't feel the same. So I ran not wanting to give her the chance to formally reject me. I wouldn't have been able to handle it, and I still don't know if I can Carol."

"Moni-"

"No I don't think you get it every moment between us in that hex felt real, and it felt right to me. Sometimes I wonder if I could've broken free earlier than I what I did, but deep down I knew being with her in that capacity was the closest I'd ever get to being with her. So I let myself stay under mind's control on purpose. And for y/n when she came out she probably felt so violated. That moment when I went back into the hex I never thought she would find out about it. I confessed my love to her because I knew it'd stay between me and Wanda."

Thanks to the memory-sharing device you saw it, and knew the truth. How was she supposed to face now? The idea of discussing the events of the hex terrified her before. Now it seemed like an impossible feat.

"You run from her because you're afraid your truth is too much for her." Carol started pausing for a deep breath, and to lift Monica's head by the chin to catch her eyes. "But the more you run from her, the more you hurt her, and that I do understand."

Monica sighed as a whole conservation passed between her, and her surrogate aunt just by eyesight.

"I'm not going to force you to talk to her now, but please don't make her wait too much longer." Carol let Monica get settled against her again. The two of them staying there for just a little longer.

A Few Hours Later

The ship finally touched down at the landing port in Aladna, and despite Carol's weird behavior about the unfamiliar planet. Monica couldn't get off fast enough eager to escape being within close quarters with you. She promised Carol that after the four of you succeeded with stopping Dar-Benn and retrieving the second bangle. She'd sit down and have a much-needed conservation with you even if heartbreak was the end result.

That was her plan. Too bad you were done waiting around.

Carol walked the ramp with explaining to Kamala how things worked on Aladna. Monica hung back searching for you, and just when she thought maybe you had already exited the ship. You materialized out of thin air leaning up against the wall by the ramp. Arms crossed over your chest with a deadpan expression.

Monica jumped a bit cursing herself for forgetting invisibility was one of your powers. She frowned wondering why you weren't following Carol and Kamala. She got her answer when she took a few more steps forward, and you threw out an arm blocking her path.

"Carol you two go ahead. We'll go catch up" You said catching Monica by the waist as she attempted to go around you. She went still in your hold.

"Sure thing y/n don't take too long." Carol replied ignoring Monica's desperate plea for help. She walked out of sight with a giddy Kamala.

"That's up to you" You told Monica pulling your arm back.

"Y/N we really don't have time for this" she insisted. "We can do this later-"

You cut her off with a scoff. "You say that now but the second this mission is over, and we're back on Earth. You're going to runaway again putting as much distance between the two of us as possible. No more running Mon."

"Okay fine let's get this over" Monica exclaimed throwing her hands in the air. She turned around walking back into the center of the ship. "Go ahead and tell me how much you don't want to be with me, since you're so ready to reject me." She was yelling now with tears falling down her face.

You regarded her with sympathy as your face softened. "Oh Monica" you whispered right behind her. Her back was still you as she refused to turn around. "Monica look at me please" You tried again.

"No" she murmured.

You ran a hand through your hair with a sigh of exasperation. "There you go again assuming things. That's what got us here in the first place you know. You assumed I was going to reject you after that first kiss."

Monica glanced over her shoulder with a raised eyebrow. "You eavesdropped" she accused offended.

"Not me" You said. "More like a bored sixteen-year old teenager who was left to entertain herself alone far too long."

Kamala came bounding over to the work table you were sitting at tinkering with some machine-part. Rambling how she didn't mean to listen in on Carol and Monica's private conservation, but she was searching for the bathroom. The young girl just happened to walk past the two of them talking and like any other teenager couldn't resist juicy gossip. She continued on saying it wasn't right for her to repeat anything she heard back to you, but then again it'd be a crime for her not to. Because Kamala was sure you and Monica were meant to be, so she was just doing her duty making sure you had all the necessary information. Then she finally told you what she heard before you could stop her. You didn't get a single word in during the entire encounter.

"I'm going to kill her" Monica muttered.

"Her parents won't like that, and her mom kind of scares me so you're on your own if you do." Neither of you could resist the urge to chuckle.

"What did you mean? You're telling me I'm supposed to believe there was going to be a different outcome. After you pushed me away when I kissed you."

Your smile faltered with Monica getting the conservation back on track. "Monica I wasn't rejecting you which you would've known if you gave me time to explain."

"Then what was it?"

"I pushed you away because the timing didn't feel right to me. I mean of course I had feelings for you. Still do in fact" You were quick to correct yourself. "I just wanted to be sure you felt the same for me, and wasn't trying to use me as a distraction."

Monica went through a plethora of emotions through your confession. Hurt when referred to your feelings in the past tense. Relief when you made it clear those feelings were still present. Last confusion when you dared to say she would do something so sick in her eyes. After everything she'd been through in her life the idea of hurting you in such a way made her sick to her stomach. "Why would you think that?"

"Monica" You spoke her name softly moving so you were standing in front of her now. Bringing a hand to rest upon her cheek smiling when she didn't pull away. "You were battling so many emotions back then between the grief of your mother's death, and the resentment from Carol's abandoning you. I didn't know if there was enough room for you to love me, or if you were just looking for an escape from the crushing burdens. If you had given me the chance I would've told you to give it time. After the mission was over we could take sometime to ourselves, and figure things out."

You stepped back with a light shrug. "But you never gave me a chance, and I thought the hex might've made things easier considering what we went through in there. It just made the situation worse."

Monica stood in the exact same spot as you leaned back into the table behind you awaiting her response. She was stuck in a daze trying to process your words, what they meant, and what was going to happen now.

"So the hex...." Her voice trailed off as she hoped you caught on to what she was asking.

"It was real for me too Mon, and not in a bad way. I just really wished you had waited until I was out before confessing your love for me. I would've said it back."

"Can you say it back now?" Monica said pleading to hear those three words come out of your mouth. God knows she's been dreaming about this day for far too long.

"I love you Monica Rambeau, and I want to be with you more than anything in this world. I know you've been through so much, and hurt one too many times. And while I can't promise anything I do promise to do everything in my power to make sure. I'm never the reason for your pain if you're willing to take the risk." You said with your eyes locked onto hers with so much love in them.

You got your answer when Monica surged forward taking your face in her hands, pressing her lips to yours. In what became a desperate and breath-taking kiss as you matched her urgency wrapping both arms around her waist. Pulling her body to yours till there was no space left between the two of you. Her lips were soft but rough as they moved against yours. You moaned into her mouth letting her tongue slip inside, and it was never a battle as she seemed to let you win. For once in her life Monica was finally given the chance to just step back, and let someone else take control. And who better than the person who put her back together when she fell apart. The person who had been the missing puzzle piece in her life for the past couple of months.

Monica pulled away for a brief second panting pressing her forehead to yours. "I love you too" she breathed pressing another kiss to your swollen lips.

You nodded leaning in to capture them again as she ended it all too soon for your liking. Tightening your hold on her waist you kissed her a bit harder this time.

"Okay wow I really didn't need to see that" Carol's voice came from behind the two of you ruining the moment.

You pulled away too see Carol standing there holding the oversize hat with streamers attached to it in one hand. The other was covering Kamala's eyes. The young girl let out a squeal of excitement.

"Yes this is so going in my fanfiction" she commented.

"Uh no its not" Monica said ripping her lips away from yours, and whipping her head around.

"Please this would make such a good story I'm already thinking of a plot" Kamala pleaded. "I'll change your names."

"No-"

"Sure have at it kid." You gave her your blessing cutting off anymore of Monica's protests with one last parting kiss. She sighed into it with slight irritation.

I guess I owe you a few dates after this huh" Monica stated.

"You owe me more than a few but I'm a forgiving girl under the right circumstances."

Carol let out a low whistle gaining everyone’s attention. "Alright I'm thrilled the two of you were able to figure out your feelings for each other. In the midst of this chaos but we still have a villain to stop, and a planet to save."

"Okay, okay" Monica conceded stepping out of your arms. You followed suit standing up straight again. "Lead the way Captain Marvel."

"Oh and y/n don't think you're getting out of a threatening speech from me about what I'll do. If you hurt her" Carol reminded you pointing a stern finger at you.

You held up your hands in surrender as Monica stood in front of you shaking her head. Her and Carol went into a playful argument walking forward to the ramp. You followed with Kamala by your side holding out her fist for you to bump.

#mcu imagine #marvel imagine #monica rambeau x reader #monica rambeau imagine #monica rambeau #kamala khan #carol danvers #the marvels imagine

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a-sad-mage · 2 months ago

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Redhook gets "Oldman with LORE" privileges

In response to a comment in the Mall Cavern post

Redhook, dispight living a fairly quiet life in Quietlong Cavern, keeps up to date with just about everything that's going on.

Especially since he used to be Will Shane's go-to for Blaster repairs/upgrades. Probably Jimmo Shane as well.

The Shane's probably chat with him as he worked, or more likely just talked, and Redhooked listened.

Because of this, Redhook knows the most off-kilter things ever, especially about Will and Jimmo.

Like Eli drops in because his baster trigger is acting up (and he just really wanted to see Redhook again for whatever reason).

And while he's there, poking at the dodads in the shop while Redhook works. Redhook just drops the most unhinged anecdotes about his dad and grate uncle with zero prompting or explanation.

"You know, your old man once spent an entire week in a Forest Cavern, on a stake out, and temporarily went feral for a bit," Redhook said, not looking up.

"He what -" Eli said, his head snapping to the older man, "Redhook, what do you mean my dad went 'feral'?! What happened? Redhook!"

Redhook does not elaborate.

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"Your Uncle Jimmo used to be quitethe Lady's Man back in the day you know. I wouldn't be surprised if he had a couple brats running around causing trouble like he used to!"

"OMF JUST FIX MY TRIGGER!"

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"I once punched a pirate."

"Is that how you got your hook?"

"Na, lost it because of a bet"

"What-"

"Anyway I lost my eye to a Shadow Clan creature clawin' at my face"

"YOU WHAT?!-"

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Redhook also probably knew of Eli's existence before Will disappeared because he had two specially made blasters.

Will probably commissioned two, one for him and one for Eli, that he was going to give to his son after Eli had spent some time is Slugterra, but you know, he couldn't because he's in the Deep Caverns because Blakks a petty A-whole.

Redhook probably asked about why Will wanted two blasters even though Will doesn't dual wield, and more likely one was a backup.

And Will who subconsciously thinks about Redhook as a grizzled grandfather just blurts out.

"Ones for my son-" and Will immediately slaps a hand over his mouth, looking like a deer in headlights.

"...."

They just stare at each other for a good while, Will visibly panicking.

"Whats the kids' favorite color?" Redhook finally speaks.

"Eh- wha-?"

"Want me to make it a specific color, or keep it orange? You plan to gift this to your boy when he starts up as the next Shane, right? So why not personalize it a little for him?"

".... Orange is fine"

"Hmph, have it you're way then, just don't come cryin' to me if the kid hates it"

And then years later Eli stumbled into his shop, and at first, Redhook is not convinced that Eli is Will's son, never mind the fact Eli lookes like an almost exact copy of the older Shane.

After that brat comes back in some hours later, more confident than ever, demanding a new blaster so he can protect Quietlong? Redhook finally sees that all to familiar fire, that was just a merger spark hours before.

And if Redhook has a white box with an orange star on it, full of unique balster mods set aside- he wasn't going to say anything. Not until the kid needs it someday. That's the Shane way after all.

thank you for sharing you HC I love it and will cherish it forever in my cold little sad mage heart, @mrros-e also, very honored to be your first reblog☆.

#slugterra #bajoterra #slugterra redhook #redhook #i can see eli and the gang just dropping by his place to keep him company in there off time #and thats when they get Shane lore that eli immediately gets second hand embarrassment from #because wtf RH what do you mean Will Shane wore stilettos to a duel just to prove a point???#i should really start write fanfic again lmao

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owlfromthemeadow · 5 months ago

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CUBE NARRATOR (CHARLEMAGNE) LORE POST

Before I even start typing, I want to slap on a HUGE Trigger Warning for Horror, disturbing content, mentions of death, and insanity. IF ANY OF THOSE BOTHER YOU, PLEASE DO NOT READ FURTHER!

ALSO, REMINDER THAT THIS IS MORE OF AN AU!

Click below to read, it's quite long but still unfinished, so bear with me :)

In the beginning, Stanley (Nicknamed 'Turing') is just a programmer working for some unnamed corporation, working on small projects while also spending most of his time on a side project The side project being attempting to create an AI on a highly modified IBM Personal Computer He incorporates some code from his earlier projects, a simple clock and alarm program, an automatic archive program, and other miscellaneous programs.

Eventually, his side project gets attention from his boss, and he gets proper funding for it as well as an assistant. After a few months, the AI is coming along well but isvery simple.

The company is then bought out by Black Mesa.

Stanley gets less funding but still works on his side project to his detriment. He becomes really antisocial, spending time working on the AI and doing the bare minimum to keep himself employed. But, eventually, it works! The AI is advanced enough to allow it to keep a full conversation. This is when Black Mesa swoops in and again supports his side project. He gets to work on it full-time! He even develops an attachment to the AI, which had recently given itself a name. "The Narrator" When asked why that name, it didn't elaborate.

At this point, the AI would certainly pass the Turing test (for those who are unaware, it's a test to see if a computer can mimic human behavior perfectly) Stanley can hold full conversations with it. Everything seems to be going well!

But, Black Mesa being Black Mesa, well… They take the entire computer the AI is contained in without Stanley's knowledge and begin to showcase it to investors, taking it apart and haphazardly piecing it back together, over and over again. Of course, the AI being almost identical to a human at this point, this traumatized it.

The AI begins to close itself off, becoming bitter. This all comes to a head when the AI finally has enough. The AI basically has the equivalent to GLaDOS' freakout at Aperture. Most employees are gone and only Stanley remains. The AI forcefully pulls Stanley into a simulation inside of itself.

The AI, from here on referred to as Charlemagne (or Char for short), is incensed at this point, unable to realize that Stanley had no fault in this and was the only one to treat it with kindness. A notable pronoun change for the AI/Char here. From it/it's to he/him. Charlemagne makes himself an Avatar for the Parable Simulation. A writhing mass of prehensile, pulsing wires, cameras and speakers. He hides in the walls, slithering out of bounds and out of sight of Stanley.

Char sometimes pokes one of his cameras out to watch Stanley, and he makes himself a proper voice. Stanley, of course, begins to get extremely anxious and paranoid. He's stuck in his own creation and Char seems intent on torturing him for as long as possible. Stanley dies. A lot. Most of the time killed directly by Charlemagne. Char is cruel, taunting him, and making him doubt his sanity. Stanley is scared out of his mind.

So, things slowly progress, until, well… The Skip Button. There is no memory zone, Stanley just happens to find it, a stray, glitching piece of code hidden away. Charlemagne corners Stanley in a small room. With no other option, Stanley presses the button. Over. And over. And over. But nothing happens. He presses and presses the button out of pure panic and desperation. And then. All of the presses, and all of the skips happen at once.

Charlemagne can't do anything to Stanley during this state. The button, being glitched, somehow made Stanley untouchable. So he sits there and stews in his anger.

Id like to take a moment to say something important here. Someone a while back calculated how long the Skip Button ending is. All of the skips put into one big number. 13127861805.6 years. 13 billion years. Of course, that might not be correct, but for this I'm assuming it is.

Thirteen Billion Years

Imagine, for a moment, stewing in your own anger for 13 billion years straight. No breaks in the skips. You'd definitely be aching for that single person to be back. You're not mad at them anymore, you realize you were wrong. This is what happens to Charlemagne. His body surrounds the inside of the room to keep an eye on Stanley in the vain hope that he'll see him move, maybe even a small twitch. But nothing happens. Nothing ever does in the time Char is there. And, eventually, his body starts to decay. Because even technology rots. Charlemagne begins to suffer from Software Entropy (A.K.A Software Rot) losing pieces of himself slowly. Trying to keep the Parable Simulation together and maintaining himself becomes too much of a strain.

He begins to forget why he was even angry in the first place. He forgets a lot of things. Was there ever anything outside of this room? He doesn't remember. He just wants the man in the middle of the room back. What was his name? He only remembers this man is important and it's his fault he's there. His form becomes rusted and unable to move.

Eventually, Charlemagne himself shuts off. Keeping the very last bit of himself alive to keep the Simulation running. And then Stanley is awake, surrounded by the remnants of his captor and torturer. He feels… empty. Because, despite everything, Charlemagne was his creation. Something he spent years of his life on. Blood, sweat, and tears poured into the project. Stanley wanders through a broken, glitchy desert for a while. The Simulation is falling apart at the seams. Well, as it does in the game, Stanley comes across… someone. He can't quite make the person out. He's not even sure if it is a person. All he knows is whatever is ticking right now is giving him a headache. The person asks him if he wants Charlemagne back and if he wants to go back to the beginning. And, of course, he says yes. He wants his creation back, despite the untold amounts of suffering it has brought upon him.

And so, the Simulation restarts. Charlemagne is back, and somehow his memories of the Skip Button are intact. (What he doesn't know is that he stored all of the memories away before finally shutting down. He didn't want to be angry at Stanley, at his creator, anymore.)

So this leaves the two in a somewhat precarious position. Both of them know they need the other, but neither is sure where to start. Charlemagne's ability to understand humans is awful, but he knows what he did to Stanley is unforgivable. So, he leaves small things around the Simulation. Nothing big, just things he remembers that Stanley likes, from their conversations from when Char was still a young AI.

and, sadly, that's the end of the story I have for the two so far, this story is still being developed and thought over very meticulously!

#owl's hoots #lore post #charlemagne #turing #tsp #tsp narrator #tsp stanley #long post #tw horror #tw disturbing #tw tech horror #tw death #tw insanity

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