#So y'know.. now's not a bad time to read it if you've been waiting for it to be complete :)))

[smatterbrained]

In honor of this beast of a fic that's been consuming my brain since November, I made a cover, because she's finally done!!! Wheeeee!!

[togament]

sakura. nirei. kiryu. togame. ume. pt. 1

You ask him innocently. Of course, being the good partner that he is, he leans in to inspect. But then you meet him in the middle in for a quick peck on the lips. How would he react?

𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒: FLUFF FLUFF FLUFF, semi-suggestive stuff so proceed with caution, GN!Reader! (as always if I do miss something, please don't hesitate to let me know!), THE DARKSIDE OF THE SUN THAT IS NIREI AKIHIKO PLEASE BE WARNED, Togame is a lovesick fuck (and we love that), language (it's me), UME IS ADORABLE AJSDKJASKD SOMEONE HOLD ME THE FUCK BACK!!!!!

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐀.

"wh--!!! H-hey! You can't just do that!"

✦ your boyfriend whisper screams at you, face already red as a tomato (it never fails to amaze you how quickly he blushes so deeply), hand gripping yours softly but firmly in place just in case you might do something else. You can't help but giggle at how much he's freaking out. It's adorable.

✦ Absolutely, absolutely, at loss for words. If anything, he's just sputtering. Bicolored eyes staring at you with furrowed brows and you can just TELL he's planning about doing something in retaliation. He is. Just you wait.

✦ Gotta pray you both are in public because once he gets you alone? UH OH. He's pouncing on you, pinning you down onto the nearest surface to press a lingering kiss on your lips, tongue darting out to trace the seam of it. OOOOoOOoo You're gonna get it now.

"..you're gonna pay for that."

𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐈.

"!!!!! b-b-bunny!!"

✦ much like Sakura, your man is an absolute sputtering mess. But you can tell he's trying his damn best to keep it together. If this were any other time, he could have been prepared for this, y'know?! Please warn him next time oh my god he might end up collapsing from sheer shock.

✦ You pat his back soothingly, leaning in to press more kisses on his reddened cheeks to whisper apologies and soft giggles into his skin. You can feel him smiling. Thank goodness! He lets out a cute little satisfied sigh and you smile against his cheek, pressing even more kisses into it. little did you know....

✦ Oh but before you feel like he's gotten over it, he's gathered enough nerves to let his fingers search for yours, threading his between them, another slightly trembling hand cups your cheek and you can feel his breath fanning against your lips. Swallowing dryly, he lets out a shaky breath. His tongue darts out to wet his lips before he leans in closer, heavy lidded eyes staring you down as he blurts out,

"...can I check again just in case? Please?"

𝐊𝐈𝐑𝐘𝐔.

"you're so bad."

✦ you can hear him purring almost, skilled fingers now wrapped around your waist, caressing and kneading your flesh. Before he tries anything else, he looks into your eyes, looking for assurance that he's doing the right thing, reading into it correctly. YOUR MAN KNOWS BOUNDARIES AND YOUR LIMITS HE WON'T DO ANYTHING UNTOWARD AND UNSAVORY TOWARDS YOU UNLESS YOU ASK HIM TO OH MY FUCKING GOOASDIHASD--

✦ you kind of feel like he saw through your silly little prank though by how he let out an affectionate little huff when you asked him. Of course he knows you don't have any dirt on your face. He couldn't keep his eyes off you even if he tried to. He'd wipe the dirt away before you even felt something, really. (Plus you may or may not have forgotten he pulled this prank on you before...)

✦ But once you give him the go ahead with you leaning into his touch, he takes that as a sign. He presses a gentle kiss to your cheek before taking your hand in his to press butterfly kisses onto your knuckles. Oh the jealousy the onlookers must feel right now.

"It's getting kinda late out, no? Wanna head home, love?"

𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄.

"oho? Wanna try doing that again f'me, dolly?"

✦ OF COURSE HE ASKS YOU TO DO IT AGAIN. You don't, of course. But that doesn't mean that'd wipe the smirk off of your man's lips. If anything, he's gone bolder. You've awoken the beast, baby. He's glancing at your lips then back into your eyes with those damn emerald greens of his OIUUUhhuUHGhh!!!!!!!!! He doesn't care who's looking or where you both are right now. He's way too in love with you to even give two shits about who's looking lmao what're they gonna do????? STOP HIM FROM LOVING ON HIS BABY???? FUCK OUTTA HERE.

✦ he lets out a hum, leaning into you more to tease you a little more. How dare you pull away to match his teasing just as he's inching closer to you? How dare you deny your man the pleasure of kissing you?!!!! A large hand reaches behind you, relaxing at the small of your back to secure you closer to him. You swear you hear your heart beating out of your chest. No matter how long you've been together, he never fails to fluster you. (Of course his heart is beating just as loudly, just as fast.)

✦ You (and everybody else that dare look at you both right now, to be honest) can tell how much he's absolutely, UNABASHEDLY in love with you by how he's looking at you right now (or any time for that matter). Always keeping him on his toes with your spontaneity, he decides to respond in kind. Tracing his thumb across your lower lip, he can't help but speak just loud enough for you to hear,

"Do I got any dirt on my face?"

𝐔𝐌𝐄.

"..! Honey...! Haha! C'mon. Behave yourself. lemme check."

✦ IS COMPLETELY UNAWARE THAT WAS YOUR ENTIRE SCHTICK. YOU REALLY DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING ON YOUR FACE BUT GOD DAMN IT WITH THE WAY HE'S LOOKING AT YOU IT MAKES YOU WISH YOU HAD MORE THAN JUST SMUDGE OF DIRT ON IT RIGHT NOW PLEASEPLAEPASLEPELA---(is dragged off the stage, microphone dropped on the floor, trail of tears snail behind me as I'm being dragged out)

✦ genuinely wants to help. Is kind of worried you're just sat there staring up at him with his hands cupping your cheeks to hold you still, giving your pretty features a once twice thrice over to see if you got any dirt on you. Eventually you have to confess that it was a prank :(((( he only chuckles, peppering kisses on your face until the both of you are giggling messes. His strong arms are around your waist now, holding you securely against him. The giggles die down as you look into each other's eyes. You could just melt right then and there. He'd follow suit of course.

✦ With an affectionate sigh, he traces his fingers along your cheeks, your jaw, your neck. Featherlike and gentle. He leans in to kiss you--God he never fails to make every kiss feel like the first time. Your heart is beating out of your chest as he pulls away with a smile. Chasing your lips for another chaste kiss, he chuckles,

"if you wanted a kissy kiss, you could have told me, y'know?"

a/n: NIREI DEBUT NIREI DEBBBUUUUUUTTTT!!!!!!!! I know for a fact Nirei's got a secret little ⟡𝓼𝓹𝓲𝓬𝔂⟡ side to him. I just know it. That damn notebook knows too much. He's gotta have something juicy--learned something juicy from it too. Also the fact that he's working so closely with Suo...... I...... I just know...... That they--he.. uh...... ////// (pulls the microphone cord off forcefully and walks off stage, slamming the door behind me you can hear my muffled screams through the hardwood.)

[rabotimagines]

I keep rereading your decepticons with a cybertronian reader who calls them pet names, and j wanted to share the mental image I had.

Skywarp seeing them enter the room and sliding on his knees like “there goes my babyyyy” meme.

Meanwhile you, unphased just place a servo on his head as you inform Megatron of your lastest report.

I’m down bad 😔 and ily.

-Applin

*YouTubes meme* OH YEAH, totally 100% he would. Pspspsps Moot, come get your food @smallestapplin

Summary: GN Bot reader using human pet names!

G1 character: Skywarp!

Genre/Theme: Platonic but flirting

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Skywarps getting reamed out by you for a prank he pulled on Astrotrain. At least you didn't beat him if he didn't start slag himself first (like Screamer or Megatron). So Skywarp just stays where he is and waits for your mouth to stop moving. They won't punish him again for the same thing if you've already done it. But he's got more important things to do, y'know! Okay, maybe he stops listening and only starts again when you just up and grab Skywarp's jaw and yank him to focus back on your optics.

"Now c'mon babe, we both know we don't want to be here right now. Do us both a favor and focus the first time." Babe? Babe??? Skywarp didn't care a lot for the squishies and their culture but Skywarp knew what "babe" meant. His optics cycle once but he stays where he's staring at your faceplate as you keep ripping him apart with your words. You finish and Skywarp only realizes you're done after you wait for a klick for a response. When he doesn't respond you actually brush your em field up against his frame- You open your mouth again and Skywarp's still staring right into your optics when you start speaking again "Got that, sweetspark?"

Skywarp's wings hike up and his plating fluffs. "Uh yeah- yeah! I got it! Don't put dye in the communal wash racks- or something- got it!"

Your blank expression shifts and you smile at him. "Good boy. Don't do it again." Your em field brushes along the side of his helm and you just turn and leave him standing there. Skywarp watches you leave before his mouth shuts with a click.

Skywarps like a starved mech- it wasn't like any of them were getting any stuck on this mud ball in the middle of nowhere of the galaxy. He's not wasting the chance at something even if it was just affection and not interfacing. And slag it all it's been wayyyy too long since Skywarps even gotten flirted with by anyone. Yeah the violence and fighting of being a con was fun and all but he doesn't realize how much he missed the fun of this until you started flirting with everybody. Which, the fact you flirt with everybody? Skywarp gets annoyed over it. Skywarp wants your attention on him- c'mon he's doing soooo much better than Thundercracker right now! Stop calling him cute and start calling Skywarp cute instead!

It's like night and day suddenly when it's you he has to answer to vs Starscream or Soundwave. (Primus, below he's actually behaved- well as behaved as Skywarp can be.)

Then you come waltzing into the meeting room, and Skywarps warping out of his chair- Thundercrackers got his face in his servo already, and Starscreams already glaring in your direction knowing exactly where Skywarps going. You don't even flinch when Skywarp wraps himself around your waist. Servo petting Skywarp's helm while you just casually start reading off your report. Megatron bluntly asks if you rewired Skywarps personality module due to this being the first time he sees it. You just grin and give Megatron a look- which is apparently enough for an explanation and Megatron just scoffs and goes "I see." As they watch you praise Skywarp for completing what you asked him to do earlier in the cycle.

[inchidentally]

supercut of hot lap: adorable noises and synchronization and going insane below

Lando's barely smothered excited smile as he waits for Oscar !!

Oscar's little oop! face at shutting the door too hard

him immediately reading Lando's thousand yard stare and signing the cross (kinda)

THEIR JOKE RELAY THEY DO oh my godddddd !!! "there are harnesses" "lemme put the harness on" GIGGLE BREATHLESS GIGGLE HUGE SMILE

bc they always share a joke they don't banter it about. one of them has the joke, the other joins in on it and they just smILE AND SMILE and it's devastatingly sweet !!

classic voice crack from Oscar in the "has it been um… has it been lowered" and I cannot fucking cope with the way they have never and may never at this point leave that sweet, quietly thrilling place of like, spending time with someone you really wanna be besties with - or someone you've got a crazy infatuation/crush on and suddenly you have a legit excuse to spend time with them and they'll talk to you and you're nervous but also you're so happy and giddy and you just want to enjoy it y'know ?? like yes there's a little bit of fumbling over your words and you just want to keep the conversation flowing but mostly you just want to enjoy being in this person's space bc they're Special To You And Make You Feel Things

and the mounted cameras letting them relax so they lose that slightly jaded look they sometimes get when PR are trying to recreate carland0 or dand0 content ;__; bc Oscar is different! he slots into the Max F side of Lando where half of the time Lando's speaking in sentence fragments waiting for Max/Oscar to finish them and the other half is spent making sounds and doing voices bc it a l w a y s makes them giggle

and they speak SO quietly and gently as they always do with each other even tho the engine is an absolute racket - they don't do shouting and loud ! it's not what they do!

OHHHH LANDO'S UNBEARABLE SMILE WITH DIMPLES AGAIN bc Oscar's about to get excited !! and he has to hide in his jacket a lil bit !! and yes Oscar does get excited and giggles with his own dimples !!

Lando's answer to "is it actually drying?" being an adorable nose scrunch and Oscar immediately translates it helpppp

K has a whole gifset of Oscar "well, technically…" that I adore (and will find and link to I swear) and always makes me think of how he said "my girlfriend wouldn't say I'm a good teacher but I don't think I'm too bad" bc even with the people he adores this absolute giga chad nerd will NOT let something like 'does the weather merit slicks' just slip by if the weather very much does not merit slicks! that eeEEEhhhhh sound is literally saying "Lando, I will change my eating habits to your tastes, surrender my pre-race relaxation to your music choices, watch you closely in case you need help with words, and find you adorable even when you're hangry. but I will not allow a quantifiable fact to be obscured by you just bc you wrinkle your nose at me"

THIS GIGGLE OSCAR DOES TO LANDO BEING SCARED OF GUNNING IT IS TRULY HUMILIATING. ARE U NOT EMB BAH RAHSSED.

okand now this time Oscar makes a little face and mouths "wow!" and Lando translates it immediately

MCLAREN EDITORS OVERLAPPING THEM WHEN THEY SAY THE EXACT SAME THING whoever was in charge of this video they get it

their whole horsepower conversation being shared ?? Oscar starts it, Lando picks it up, Oscar adds more, and then they both giggle in PERFECT sync - like it's such a cute, boyish, geeky, gearhead conversation too

"well, thanks for the lift!" "yea… neewww problummmm!" @cx-boxbox said Lando always speaks in Tiny to Oscar and goodd the way Lando says this and aims his big dimpled smile back out the window again bc he just spent a fun time with Osc and got to show off too !!

"is it dry" (together) "noooooo" AGAIN with their little return to some tiny shared in-joke that makes their dimples pop out jesus christ I need a fucking nap they make my chest hurt

[yanderedrabbles]

How about if the reader (that's us) were Samara Morgan (from the movie The Ring)?

Y'know what, I can see it. Chronically online loser boy with a fixation on horror manages to obtain an old VCR tape that's supposedly cursed. When it comes, he's practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. He went to the thrift shop all on his own to get a VCR to watch it on and everything!

When he pops the tape in, all that excitement drains away. He was expecting something spectacularly creepy, something he could brag to his buddies on r/GenuinelyHauntedGoodies about. Instead it's just a low quality tape with shitty b-roll and bad sound.

When the phone rings the second the tape ends, he assumes it's the pizza guy getting lost again.

"I told you, it's Elm Street. Not Eve-"

"Seven days..." Your voice is scratchy with static and his heart jumps in his chest.

"Yo, I think you've got the wrong numb-"

Click.

For someone so into horror, he's real slow to pick up on the signs in his own life. Nightmares about a well and a dead girl? He just had too much Mountain Dew before bed. Doors creaking in the middle of the night? Must be the humidity messing with the hinges. The guy who sold him the tape calling him in a panic two days before his obituary shows up in the paper? Weird, but definitely a coincidence.

It's only when the tape starts playing on its own that he starts to get a little sketched out. It's probably just the VCR being old and stuff, right? He forces the tape out of the slot and the screen goes black. See? Just the side effects of old, obsolete technology. He's halfway out the door before he hears it.

Click.

He freezes. He can hear the static again, the sound of leaves crunching under your feet. He turns and there you are, getting closer and closer to the screen, your dress soaked and sticking to your skin.

Holy shit. Holy. SHIT. Haunted dead girl and she's a total babe.

When you put your palms on the glass and start pushing your way into the real world, he almost can't believe his luck. It's finally happening! A genuine haunting! He's been waiting for years.

You expect him to scream, to run away, to start praying to a God he only half believes in. Instead he squats down so you're on eye level and asks...

"Can you do the back bend thing from the Exorcist? 'Cause I think that would be like so hot."

You growl, throat still waterlogged. He tuts and waves the tape in front of your face.

"Full words babe. You want to keep haunting people right? Want to get back to your cozy little well?"

He looks you over and can barely believe you're real. A hot girl on her knees is his living room? Hell fucking yeah!

"Listen up hot stuff. You do what I say and I won't crush your little tape into dust, 'kay? I'll even let you keep killing people in your spare time, if it's that important to you."

You blink. What is wrong with this guy? You've seen plenty of coping mechanisms, but this is just taking the piss.

He gets impatient waiting for you to answer. "Fine. If you want to do things the hard way..."

He stands and brings the tape down on the edge of the coffee table. Hard. The plastic cracks right along the centre and small black chips scatter across the room.

You flinch and pull backwards. He follows you, opposite edges of the tape in each hand like he wants to snap it straight in half.

"What do you say gorgeous? We got a deal?"

There are some things not even a ghost is equipped to deal with.

"Fine," you rasp, "Deal."

"Sweet!" He shoves the tape in his back pocket. "Now about the back bend thing..."

The world is full of freaks and horrors. And you make the mistake of thinking you're the only one.

[What popped into my head when I read the ask]

[archangeldyke-all]

can you write something about sevika getting chubbier by skipping the gym because she's focusing on you and other priorities in her life. and finding out she's pleasantly surprised by the extra weight

YES I FUCKING CAN!!!!!!!

men and minors dni

since you've moved in together six months ago, sevika's put on some weight.

she's a tall woman, and she's ripped with muscle, so it's hard to tell at first. but... over time you begin to notice a bit of a change.

her hips are a little plusher beneath your grip, her ribs aren't visible anymore, her sharp jawline gets a little softer.

it makes you so fucking happy.

when you first met her, the woman barely ate. besides whiskey and bar nuts, her appetite mostly consisted of eating whatever scraps jinx leaves behind on her plate after lunch.

you made it a habit to shove snacks in her hands at any chance you got. trail mix, granola bars, sliced fruit: just whatever you had near you that you could give her. she always digs in without hesitation, never tries to deny the food, so you start shoving snacks in her pockets when you do her laundry, and her beg when she's not looking.

as you guys grew closer, sevika started blowing off her nightly visits to the gym to visit with you instead. you asked her once over dinner if she missed her hobby, and she'd just shrugged, smiling at you. "i'll still get a pretty good workout in with you once we get home, babe." she teased. you snorted and elbowed her, shoveling another bite of cake in her mouth, and she smirked as she spoke around a glob of chocolate frosting. "gym's not as fun as you, anyways."

she's still just as strong as she was before; if anything, the extra fat on her body just gives her more fuel to last longer during her fights-- more padding to block and diffuse her opponent's blows.

as much as you love the visual confirmation that you're feeding your girl properly, and she's treating herself a little softer these days; most of the time you don't even notice the weight gain. it's still sevika: the love of your fucking life. she's never brought it up to you, and you've never brought it up to her.

but now, she's standing in front of the mirror, pouting down at her pants.

you blink up from you book and watch her for a second, her hand groping the little pouch of fat she's put on her lower stomach. her lips twitch up at the side just a bit, just for a second, but it still makes your heart flop over to see.

"sev?" you ask.

she turns around to look at you. "my pants don't button anymore." she pouts. you chuckle, making grabby hands for your girlfriend from your shared bed. sevika launches herself in your arms without hesitation. she huffs against your tits, nuzzling your chest.

"i'll alter 'em for you. i know how attached you are to those dusty things."

sevika chuckles, pinches your side before she glares at you. "you like these dusty things too-- they show off my ass."

"mmhmm, real well." you say, nodding and smacking her ass on top of you. sevika giggles and collapses against you again.

she's quiet, drawing a pattern on your skin with her finger. you know she's got something on her mind, you just wait patiently for her to find the words.

"y'know i've gained, like, forty five pounds since we met?" she asks.

you raise an eyebrow at her.

"yeah?" you ask, trying to read her mood. sevika smiles.

"yeah." she says. "i've always been skinny-- at least, since i started puberty. i was a chunky kid, though." she chuckles. you grin at the image of a chubby baby sevika toddling around.

"are you... upset?" you ask quietly.

sevika chuckles. "fuck no." she says. "it's... nice?" she asks. you grin down at her.

"yeah?"

"yeah. i dunno. it's just... i don't feel like i have to train everyday anymore. i don't feel like a fuckin' failure if i skip a day at the gym. i don't get migraines or hangovers as bad anymore, and..." she trails off, looking away from you. you nudge her, recognizing the flustered look on her face and dying to know what's got her blushing. "i dunno." she whispers, chancing a glance up at you. "when i look down and see my stomach's soft... it just makes me think of all the nice meals i got to eat with you to get this way." she says with a sweet smile.

you choke a bit on your breath, then flip the pair of you over, groaning as you bury your face against sevika's giggling throat. "sev!" you whine.

"what?" she asks, laughing.

"you can't just say sweet shit like that baby, you'll make me cry." you whimper against her.

sevika kisses you head and smacks your ass, her free hand drawing patterns into your back. "you can cry babe. i'll hold you."

this does nothing to stop your tears. you groan and pinch sevika's soft side, relishing in the squeal it pulls from her, and the way her rock-hard abs are covered in a nice layer now-- all 'cause of you.

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[bigassmoonchild]

The Aftermath

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Word Count: 2k

The first part does give context, but isn’t required for this read.

Summary: You knew the difficulty the process of being a mated Omega in the military. You understood how much you would lose, but you never thought about the difficulty in your normal life. Never thought about the panic you would have, or how much it would effect you and Ghost's personal relationship.

Content Tags: Hospitals, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, No use of Y/N, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha! Ghost

A/N: I was not expecting such a good response to Maple Syrup, and since y'all seemed to like it so much here's basically the next part. Let me know if you want anything specific, my asks should be open. <3 I'm adding a 'keep reading' link to make sure you can scroll on if you want.

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Everything felt wrong. Ghost wasn't injured, but he was being held overnight in the medbay. The Maple Syrup had run its course through him, but he could hear chatter echoing in the room. He could smell you, you weren't too far from him but he wasn't allowed to see you. Price had come in not too long after the doctors had checked him over and cleared him, arms crossed as he sat in the chair next to the bed Ghost was in.

"We'll need to talk, you know," was the only thing Price had said, leaning back and relaxing in the chair.

"Is the Doc okay?" Ghost asked, looking in the direction your scent was coming from. The sickly sweet smell of heat was becoming stale, but you were on lock and key just in case any Alpha soldiers tried to come in. Price looked in the same direction, giving a faint shrug.

"I'm going to be updated once she's steady enough for the doctors to leave her alone," Price said. "Gaz is on watch outside her room," Ghost nodded. Gaz was a Beta, so it would be fine for him to be that close. Ghost still didn't like it, he didn't know how his pack was, where everyone was, if everyone was safe.

It took a few hours, it was well past midnight before any movement came from the direction of your room. The curtains surrounding Ghosts bed was moved, the Doctor gesturing for Price to follow him. Ghost had tried to listen in, but it wasn't worth it. He was still in mild pain from the mission, the place where the tranq had stabbed him still throbbed every so often.

Price walked back in some time later, looking at Ghost with a sigh. That didn't make him feel good, panic started to flow through him, thoughts of you dying flashed in his mind for a few moments.

"She's gonna be fine," Price started. "They got her heat back under control, they're just waiting for it to finish cycling through her. Outside of that, she's fine," Price sat next to Ghost. "I can't ask you about what happened. I can only tell you what will happen," he looked away.

You woke up, head foggy and throbbing with a headache. You could see a form moving next to you, checking your vitals. You gave a soft groan, your neck throbbing alongside your core. Everything hurt, but you weren't able to tell if it was everything.

"You finally waking up?" The voice asked, and you could recognize it. "You've been out for a few days, you've even had Ghost trying to get in," she giggled a little. Amanda. That was her name, she was one of the nurses you'd been working with prior to the mission that went south.

At the mention of Ghost, you sat upright, vision spinning before righting itself.

"It was a really bad heat you were sent into, y'know. Took us a few hours to stabilize you, but you're doing good for yourself," she smiled, trying to lay you back down but you pushed her off of you.

"I need to talk to him," god even your throat hurt. She nodded slowly, sticking her head out of the door. You rubbed your head, headache now making you feel sick. It took a few moments, but you heard footsteps come in the room, a figure standing next to you. When you looked up, it was Price.

"There are some procedures we need to go through. I've already got some officers in, but we still need to talk about what happened," Price started, moving to sit in the chair near you. "Ghost has already spoken with them, so it'll be you, me and the officers. I think Laswell has flown in as well," you stared at Price.

With a few blinks, you looked down to think. Ghost had already spoken with the officers? You knew what the rules were like, and you knew that your career was now in his hands. It pissed you off, if you could really focus on feeling much outside of pain.

"The officers are trying to get him to make a decision on your career. I can't let you two talk about anything yet, the Adjutant Officers still need to figure things out before you'll be allowed near each other," Price looked away, your jaw tensing. You really had no rights anymore, did you?

It took another few days before you were released. The second you had clothes of your own to wear, you were gone off into your room.

Someone had been here. You could smell a stale scent, but you weren't able to place it. It was too distant to be able to decipher, but your room was exactly the same as it had been left before you were hospitalized. You didn't feel comfortable in your room, knowing someone had been here.

A knock on the door made you spin, nerves set tight. As you opened the door, a large figure came into view.

"Doc," Ghost started, before being yanked into your room and having the door slammed behind him. You turned on him, staring at him sharply. You pointed, opening your mouth before shutting it and groaning, running hands through your hair.

You kept trying to start talking before you stopped yourself, eventually kicking at the wall in irritation.

"What did you say to them?" You hissed, back still turned and facing the wall. You could hear him shift behind you, boots scuffing against the ground. You turned, storming up to him, chest to chest. "What the hell did you tell them? You gonna dismantle my career? Make me some fucking house-omega?" You were growling now, you could feel your muscles tensing.

When he didn't respond, you groaned, tossing your hands up in defeat and walking away from him. You turned, hand on your hip, waiting for a response.

"I don't want to take your career away," he whispered, finally. You barked a laugh, rubbing your wrist against your bitten gland. His hand reached out to grab you, but you moved away from him. "I don't want to make decisions for you," he added, voice growing more desperate.

You shook your head, pulling your hand away from your gland and shaking them out. Ghost reached out to you again, hand catching your shoulder before you shrugged him off.

"I don't know what to do," you whispered. "I'm terrified, because now I'm outed to so many people, and there's quite literally nothing I can do to save myself," you turned to look at Ghost.

He scoffed. "You think I'm going to ruin things for you? I've already told you, I don't want that kind of control over you," he looked away, crossing his arms. You could smell the distress on him.

"You have done shit to make me trust you!" Your voice raised before dropping, a hand running down your face. "I have zero control left, you know how many rights I have as a mated Omega?" He shook his head. "None," you glared at him.

Ghost glanced at you before looking away again. He shook his head, moving to leave before you blocked the door from him.

"You don't get to walk out when we're talking," you growled at him and he growled back.

"This isn't a conversation, this is you getting all pissy on me," he loomed over you, forcing you to take a step back. "I didn't want this to happen, I would have chosen any other way to save us, but we didn't get a choice, did we?" You looked away.

"Get out,"

He could smell the distress on you the second he spoke. Your scent left him spiraling, he was panicking. His Omega was distressed, and he was the cause. He wanted to fix it, correct the problem and make you happy again.

Ghost could do nothing when you repeated yourself.

"Get the hell out," you glared at him. Ghost opened his mouth to give you a retort, but you had turned away. He bit his tongue, turning to stare at the door.

"You know that's not what I meant," he whispered, opening the door and leaving.

Even after walking aimlessly for ten minutes, he could still smell your distress on your scent, the sour taste stuck on the back of his throat. This wasn't how he had intended to talk to you, he wanted to make a plan for when they asked him more questions regarding your career.

Ghost was pissed off, more so with himself than you, but he wanted to comfort you. Fix what he had said, take it back.

But he had a meeting to attend, and he needed to make sure he didn't say anything wrong.

You sat in the conference room, Price, Laswell and an Adjutant officer sitting across from you. This was the third time you'd gone over what had happened.

"So you say this 'Maple Syrup' is what caused Ghost to go into a feral rut?"

"Yes," you deadpanned, glaring through the Adjutant. "We've already been through all of this, there is literally nothing else that I haven't told you," the Adjutant hummed.

"We need to make sure everything is covered," he told you, looking at the paper he had been writing on for the past hour and a half.

You looked at Price, hoping he would help you in any way. He looked away, leaning further back into his seat.

"What about my career?" The room went silent, the Adjutant stopped reading, glancing over at Price who had finally looked at you. "I want to know what's happening," you whispered. The last few days had left you unsure of yourself. You wanted to confront Ghost, you wanted to apologize for snapping at him, you wanted to fix what you'd said.

None of them spoke, Laswell had opened her mouth to speak before closing it, taking a deep breath. Her fingers tapped on the table, looking at Price and the Adjutant.

She looked back at you. "You aren't allowed to make any decisions regarding that, you know," your head dropped back with a groan, wrist rubbing against your bitten gland roughly. You were terrified, you didn't know what the future was going to hold.

You had so little control and it was getting worse. You stood abruptly, going to walk out the door before Price spoke.

"Would you like to speak with Ghost?" You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. With people around, you wouldn't snap on him, but you also didn't want to see him since his last remarks. You really needed to know if you still worked here, or if he was going to force you to become a house-omega.

You nodded, turning around and sitting back down while staring Price down as he made a phone-call. A few moments later, Ghost walked in and sat beside you, but you still couldn't look at him. It was silent for a few minutes, everyone looking at each other, waiting for the first to speak.

"You still have a job here," Ghost spoke up. "I didn't let them remove you, but they won't allow you on missions anymore," he added the last part quietly. You nodded.

You could hear Price and Laswell ushering the Adjutant Officer out of the room, the door closing with a click behind them. Neither you nor Ghost talked for a few minutes, you could smell a certain level of stress on him.

"Thank you," you whispered, glancing quickly at him. He was staring at you, eyes watching your every twitch and shudder. "I'm... sorry, for the other day," you fiddled with your fingers. "I didn't mean to snap at you."

Ghost shook his head, hesitating before grabbing your hand, pulling it close to him and in turn tugging you towards him. You finally turned to look at him, and his eyes visibly softened.

He looked down, then back up to you. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said what I did. Not in the way I did," he tugged you even closer to him, nuzzling into your gland. "I don't regret having you as my mate now, but if I could've changed what I did, you wouldn't be stuck with me making decisions for you now," you leaned in to him, pressing your face into his chest.

It relaxed you, his scent, and allowed you to think much clearer.

"I'm just so scared,"

Next

[semperamans]

Just telling Johnny that you’re pregnant :( him being so happy :( and now he feels 1000% more possessive and protective of you :( because you’ve always been his but now you’re his

He can’t wait to see your tummy grow, his sweet girl all full of him :( showing everyone that you’re such a good girl for him and showing what he did to you :(

You’re so sweet and angelic, and he swears you’re sent from heaven for him :( knowing that your shared little angel is growing in your tummy :((( he can’t wait to see you being such a sweet mom

Also now I constantly use “ :( “ because of you lol

a continuation of this ehehe throwin' it below read more because, well...

warnings: pregnancy! crazy ass manipulation! clo's comeback being absolute insanity!

johnny's got a problem, or at least, that's what someone would say if he were to tell 'em what's going on. you see, after that first time - y'know the one i'm talkin' about - well, he just can't bring himself to cum anywhere that's not near uncomfortably deep inside you :(

it's really not his fault :( you're just so warm and tight and you take it so well :( y'never so much as lose a single drop and that does somethin' for johnny :( and, okay, he's getting on in age - y'could barely squeeze all 42 candles on his cake last week - but he's fucking you like a goddamn teenager because he just can't get enough and he can't stop til you're pregnant :( 'til his plan comes to fruition :( so does it fill him with a sick sense of pride to see you tentatively tip-toeing on the balls of your feet because of what he's done to ya? perhaps. but he can't stop. he's incapable of pullin' out when you're wrapped so snug around him :( that's when he fills your head with fucking nonsense. talkin' about how cute you'll look carryin' his baby :( and how good of a momma you'll be :( and - sure - he feels bad sometimes, but you've been so obsessed with him - more so than normal - and that's what he wanted! you're always hangin' on him :( forcin' your way onto his lap when he's trying to have a conversation :( slippin' your hand into his jeans pocket and holdin' on :( and you don't even look at danny anymore!! your starry eyes shine so brightly for your old man - your sweet johnny - and no one else! :( and okay okay okay he's a sick bastard for wanting to fill your cunt with his seed to claim you :( but he can't stop :(((

it's been four months to the day that johnny started cummin' in ya, and somehow - miraculously - y'haven't gotten pregnant yet. johnny was sure it would happen by now. sure that your womb would be incubatin' the newest vandal - the sweetest combination of you n'him - but that's just not the case and he's confused. i mean, what's a man gotta do to secretly knock his girl up? s'not like he can get ya to sit with your legs in the air for an hour after he fucks ya. you'd get awfully suspicious then. he just wants you forever is that too fucking much to ask? he’s started prayin’ again, asking god (if he’s up there) for his blessing n’forgiveness too because, alright, ya don’t gotta tell him, it’s wrong, okay? he gets it.

then one night he gets a call.

you sound pitiful, you poor little thing, johnny's heart squeezes at the sound of your words, barely audible over the phone's static. he can see you in his mind's eye, eyes watery, lower lip red and bitten, so sad as you weep into the receiver. he asks what's got you so upset but you only ask if he will come n'pick you up and of course he will. johnny promises he will always be there, but you're not so sure now. you're not too sure how he's going to react when you tell 'em what you found out at the doctor's office today :( my goodness - how embarrassed you'd been when the nurse came in, face drawn up like she'd sucked a lemon, and delivered the news.

you knew it could happen. knew that if you and johnny kept fuckin' like rabbits and doing so raw this was a very real possibility :( at the time it seemed fine, but now you've got this little soft, fleshy bump and the knowledge that you're growing a baby - an actual baby - and my god what is johnny going to say?

you're sat on his lap, face hidden in his neck when you tell him and he doesn't say anything - not at first. he's still playing the game. still playing innocent despite being the most guilty motherfucker alive and he knows he can't overreact - he's gotta play this carefully, you see, because this is all his doing. he makes you look at him, you sweet dumb little angel, and asks you to repeat what you said. and so you do.

"i'm pregnant."

is it wrong for his dick to twitch? he can't believe it. finally. he fuckin' did it. you're pregnant. you're pregnant. you are pregnant. and you sit there, tears streaking down your cheeks, lips parted and red and puffy and you're shaking like a leaf, sweet thing, ugh, he could eat you alive :( johnny's silence fucking terrifies you. you have no idea that he is profusely thanking god for givin' the two of you a baby and for allowing johnny to keep you and a slew of other shit that has no business bein' mentioned in a prayer. no, you take johnny's silence for rejection and that just won't do.

the facade almost breaks. johnny almost shatters as you throw your arms around his neck and nuzzle into him and make him promise to stay with you and my god this is all he's ever wanted. you ask him to not be angry. to stay with you. to just talk about it. to work something out, but there is nothing to work out. you just don't know it. the old man shakes his head, n'cradles you as your womb cradles his baby and he's so fucking happy but his face doesn't show it. he lets out a sigh, presses a kiss to the crown of your head, and says

"s'gonna be okay, peach. i promise. we'll figure it out."

glee takes hold of you both shortly after and johnny allows himself to feel all of it. once you come around to the idea, you're ridiculously happy, despite what your parents think. n'so you move in with johnny in that old house he and betty bought all those years before the divorce, but now it's your home and you're growin' so full of him each day and johnny is the most smug bastard to ever live because he did that. he's the reason your blouse is oh so snug and why you're carryin' around little shopping bags filled with baby clothes and helpin' him paint the nursery.

you're so full of him and everyone knows and everyone knows how you got to be that way and is it crazy? maybe! but johnny won, so he doesn't care! and he knows danny is just pretending to be happy! he knows it's eating danny alive to know that you will never be his. you are forever tied to johnny n'that's just how he wanted it... so he doesn't know why he still feels that familiar jealous warmth bubble in his chest when the younger boy offers you a hand as you waddle through the clubhouse or when he presses a callused hand to your tummy to feel the baby kickin'.

johnny's got a problem because now, even though you're filled with his baby, he realizes he could still lose you and that terrifies him. so what is a man to do... what is a man to do...

[thottythoughtdaughter]

write a sam one shot and my life is yours

GHOST. sam x darlin' . angst/fluff . undetermined timeline . closed door/implied spicy time!

It wasn't often you were sent on a work trip. Since your return to Dalia, you took smaller jobs, local jobs. One that had you safe in Sam's arms by midnight at the latest.

Your first week-long job had Sam on edge.

"You'll call, yeah? Every night?" he said, his accent coming on thicker as he watched you muscle your clothes into an already-overflowing suitcase.

"Mother hen," you sing-songed, rolling your eyes. "Sam, i'm gonna be fine."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he grumbled, leaning against the bedpost. "I jus' can't help but worry, y'know? It's a big deal, Darlin'."

You squinted at him. "The job? Or you being alone for the first time in months."

He looked away, a red flush forming on his neck and under his flannel shirt. "Now, I didn't say quite that."

You grinned, taking a step closer. "You didn't have to say it."

He laughed, trying to back away. "I didn't say it! I ain't lonely, I'm plenty used to being on my lonesome--"

"Yeah, but you've never been away from me," you purred, and pounced. You knocked him into the bed, and a laugh burst from his chest.

"Gah-- damnit, Darlin! I just made the bed!" he protested, batting at you gently with his big hands. You gave him a feral grin.

"Guess there's no harm in unmaking it, then," you smiled, and pressed your lips to his neck.

"Darlin'--" he warned, but you found that soft spot by his throat, and suddenly he wasn't protesting.

"Shut the door," he rasped hoarsely. You giggled, and ran to shut it.

That had been three days ago. Now Sam lay curled in the very same bed, a fist clutched in the sheets, his head buried in your pillow. Trying to whiff any smell of you he could get.

Day one, the pillow had been blossoming with your smell, so addictive and comforting all at once. Day two, it was starting to fade, but still enough to fill Sam's dreams of you holding him close.

Day three? Things were getting bleak. The smell was fading enough to send him into a panic. His heart raced, his mind filling with images of all the ways you could get hurt. Echoes of shades screamed in his head.

Enough. He sat up, ignoring the cold sweat sliding down his back. He needed to control himself. He needed to let you go. You were strong, he knew that more than anyone. He could let you live the life you wanted, even if it meant a little fear on his part.

Because fear isn't bad. It simply meant he cared. And gods above, did he care for you with every fiber of his being.

Sweetheart had told him about their anxiety, once. Half the problem is that it's your own head you're fighting against. Not so easy to shut yourself up. There's no villain you can point at, no clues you can brandish, except your own smoke-and-mirror delusions.

So what do you do? Sam had asked, curious, feeling a stirring of familiarity in his chest. He knew about fighting imaginary demons.

I write them all down. Sometimes, when it's really bad, I write every single worry and fear, and then go through and counteract them. Milo won't die on a job: he's got David. David won't get hurt: he's got Asher. Even if any of them get injured, we have Marie. And that's when you realize: You have people that support you. You don't need to fight your demons alone.

Sam looked at the pen and paper on his desk. Words were never his strong suit, 'specially not when it came to writing.

Instead, he leaned over, and reached for his phone.

Angel wriggled out from David's arm, grabbing for their phone. Cowboy, the contact read.

"Whozzit?" David mumbled.

"Sam. One second." They slid from the bed and padded over to the hallway, letting David sleep.

"Angel?"

"Sam, hey. What's going on?" Angel twirled their hair experimentally. "Everything okay?"

"I just--" he let out a frustrated breath. "How do you do it?"

"You're gonna have to be a bit more specific, buddy."

His voice came rushed and anxious, like a dam breaking. "Missin' him. Waitin' for him to come back. How do you-- dunnit drive you crazy? All that waitin'?"

Angel chewed their lip slowly. "You miss Darlin'."

He barked a laugh. "Yeah. O' course I do."

Slowly, pointedly, as if talking to a child: "So why don't you call them?"

Silence.

"Oh."

"Bye, Sam. See you later."

Angel hung up with a laugh and shake of their head. They padded back to bed, under David's arm, savoring the warmth of him.

"Everything okay?" His chest rumbled with his voice.

"All good. Sam's just being Sam."

"Ah. When is he not?"

Your phone rang as you secured your hair out of your face. You accepted the call.

"Darlin'."

"Sam!" Your heart leapt. For some reason, you got scared. Day one, you could still feel the memory of him wrapped around you. Day two, you imagined his smile and his voice. Day three, you wondered if he was silent because he was happy you were away. You wondered if you were too much.

"Hey, baby. Long time no see, huh?" His voice was slow and smooth as molasses, as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Yeah. You've been gavotting around or something?" your tone came out harsher than you meant.

"Huh?"

"Never mind. Why'd you call?" You couldn't shake that snap in your voice, the brittleness of feeling abandoned.

Silence. You nearly slammed your finger on that bright red end call button, when Sam said--

"I miss you. I miss you, Darlin', the way a starving man misses food. God, I miss you, every part of you, 'specially that ridiculous part that gets mad at me for everythin'. An' I know it's not right, feeling so selfish over your literal job. But I'd do anythin', anythin', to have you back here right fucking now."

You're pretty sure your heart and your stomach have dropped to your ass right about now. Fuck butterflies: you've got a flock of turkeys flapping about in your gut.

You're speechless. Yeah, because Sam's always got a way of making you feel warm and fuzzy and loved, but also because it hit you. The fear. Beat into you by years of men always telling you everything wrong.

And yet here was a man who just missed you.

Your core tingled, enflamed, feverishly in love.

"Sam Collins."

"Yeah?"

"I hope you're rested up for when I get home."

He chuckled, that fond little Southern laugh he only ever gave to you. "So I take it you missed me too, huh?"

"More than life itself," you vowed. "You're everything to me, Sam. I'd rather die than spend another day without you."

You could hear him beaming through the phone. "Well, while that's sweet and all, you still got two days left into this job."

"Two days is nothing compared to a lifetime with you."

He was silent. Then-- "God, I fuckin' love you, baby."

"I love you too." You smiled, and your cheeks hurt with the force of it. "See you later, Sam."

"See ya, Darlin'."

[mable-stitchpunk]

Hello hello!! I come back once more with offerings (fan art) because the thesis is making me want to take my eyes and wash them by hand to see if the dryness passes. ANYWAYS! We are still reading with some friends GHIAB and almost at chapter 89? I kinda got ahead (because my friend who is the one reading kinda nudged me to) and I am waiting so bad to see the other's reactions to chapters 88 and 89, I'm yet to read the last five, but that's because I know the moment I do I won't be focusing on work (which sucks.) I might eventually get to draw things from those chapters (and probably cry and shake like a leaf due to contained excitement)

Anyways-- fanart!! (some of these are scenes from the fic, some are not, some are just silly)

(Those two are actually from the references I was trying to do!)

I hope you have a nice day!

ASTYFSTYJSVS Okay, no. THIS time I'm going to be a lot more detailed with my praise, because you've outdone yourself again! You've downright SPOILED me- and at a good time too, since I need that sweet, sweet writing fuel. ^_^

First off, The Michael and Ennard comfort picture is absolutely one of my favorites. 🥺 It's hard to make something as rough as Springtrap look vulnerable, but you absolutely nailed it and it's just so sweet- I also really, REALLY love how expressive your Ennard's turn out! There's something so soft here and I think it says so much without having to explain itself about them.

I think this is one of the first, if only pieces I've seen of Moon and Gregory together and it's so perfectly sweet that it's downright mushy! 😊 In a GREAT way!

Speaking of daycare attendants GAHH I was hoping you'd adapt this scene! The Michael and Jake scene! 8D I knew it'd be a hard sell though so I didn't know if you would, BUT YOU HAVE, and it warm the cockles of my heart. ^_^ Need more of these two, I swear-

And THIS scene too! Oooh, you absolutely nailed it! I just don't even- don't even know how to express how much I love this picture. This was one of my favorite scenes to right and you 100% brought it to life 8D I love the detail on how cautious Freddy is to touch the back of his head, as though frozen in place, LOVE IT.

I also love Ennard just yoinking Scott up preparing to run way too much, it gave me the smiles, y'know those kind. XD Your Clownwell pics are always FANTASTIC! And I mean that, like, your Clownwell pieces always immediately make me regret not doing like a spinoff of them- they make me want to write them. I don't know how that works, but I just love how you set them up and draw them- the snapshot poster is absolutely BADASS. And Bonnet is precious 🥺

Also, Millie becoming partial Clownwell member confirmed XD

But speaking of precious, then come the babs- Including Jeremy! I love how soft and approachable he looks. He gives such good 'dad' vibes. ^_^ All of his little dolls look so precious, my God! And this is a small detail, but I love, LOVE Lilium's lily petal skirt! That's such a neat detail!

And then Foxy and Rose are just the cherry on top. 🥺Almost literally if we're going off color! XD You know she loves him and he loves her but he's been a playground for five hours now and he can't sleep or they WILL climb into his suit- spot on!

Mari looks absolutely brilliant! (Because I didn't want to say fantastic again) I love the design and this is an absolutely excellent reference for the coat! Also though, the little smile is so good. 😊

And last but not least, Charlie and Baby skating around together- and not flying down an escalator at rocket speeds this time! Jokes aside though, they look so good- I like how Baby looks so soft here in contrast to the poster where she looked so ominous behind her claw-you nailed the different feel of the situation dead-on! And Charlie looks so cute too, so happy! I love it, you made them look positively adorable together!

I hope this somewhat portrays how much I not only appreciate these, but ravenously ate them up and will now use them to fuel future chapters! ^_^ Whether it be five, fifteen, or one hundred more! I really, truly, absolutely am in debt to you for what you do, because what you make is just brimming GOLD! 💛

I think this picture sums it up better than words can. XD

[multiversefanfics]

Falling in Love

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader Warning: nothing but fluff Summary: You fall in love with Dean Word Count: 1,644 A/N: This is to make up for this.

It starts slow at first, then all at once.

You remember it like it was yesterday, the first day you met Dean Winchester. He was cocky, arrogant, and of course flirting with you. Dean was interested in you before you were interested in him, you weren't playing hard to get, you just didn't know if he actually liked you or if he was just being typical Dean and trying to get in your pants.

You never thought in a million years that you would be as happy as you are right now. You've known Dean for 3 years now, and in those 3 years, you have learned every quirk, everything he loves, hates, all his favorite foods, most of them, including grease. Some think he doesn't have a favorite beer brand, he does, he'll settle for anything, but he does have a favorite, favorite whiskey too.

Dean stopped bringing girls back to the motels when he met you. He knew why all the girls that he saw or the ones that flirted with him didn't work out, he wasn't interested. They weren't you.

All you had to do was give him a chance, all he wanted was to prove to you that he was a good guy and that all the girls he was with before were just distractions. Yeah, that sounds really bad, but he deserved love just like the next guy.

You've noticed how touch starved Dean was, how much he yearned to be loved, his abandonment issues, his daddy issues, hell, his brother issues, everything was out in the open when he got to know you. You pulled out every single trauma this man has gone through and helped him shrink it, you showed him that there was more to life than holding onto things he couldn't fix.

In those 3 short years, he shaped himself to be a better man, he was doing it to be the best man he could possibly be for you. He wanted you to see that he could do it, wanted to prove to you that it was possible. Dean fell hard for you, extremely hard, he was determined to make you see him. Little did Dean know, you fell for him, too.

Were you ready to tell Dean yet? He did deserve to know, he deserved everything good in life, and you were determined to give it to him. One day, he was in the bunker library reading some lore books for an upcoming hunt, you wanted so desperately to pull the book from his hands and place a big ole' kiss right on his lips, but you didn't.

You just sat there, staring at him, admiring his facial features, the way his eyebrows scrunch together when he gets to a part that confuses him or just doesn't make sense to him. The way the light bounces off of his beautiful green eyes, the way his freckles danced across his cheeks, you couldn't help but admire his beauty.

His tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, and that did something to you that could make a nun blush. Dean was a very gorgeous man, and he knew it, he used it to his advantage a lot of the time.

"Y'know, if you take a picture, it might last longer," Dean smirked at you

You cleared your throat and looked down at the book that was in your lap. He knew you'd been staring at him, and he would love nothing more than to tease you about it, but he wanted to be genuine this time. He wanted you to know that he loves you, that he will do anything to win you over.

"Hey, Y/N." He adjusted himself in his seat, closing the book he was reading. "I was wondering if you'd like to go out sometime."

You smiled, blushed, and nodded, "I would love to."

Dean tried his best not to do a happy dance, but you caught him smiling wide when he went back to reading the book. You knew Dean would take you to some greasy diner for burgers and milkshakes, and honestly, you were up for it. You weren't into fancy restaurants, they were a waste in your opinion.

"So, you ready for our date?" Dean stood in front of you

"Wait, now?" He nodded at you and held his hand out for you.

You took his hand and stood up, he laced his fingers with yours and pulled you up the stairs.

"Wait, I need to change." You tried to stop him, but he didn't budge.

"No, you don't, you look amazing." He chuckled and opened the car door for you, you climbed in buckling yourself up.

He shut the door once you were settled and jogged around to the driver's side and got in. He started her up and pushed a cassette tape in, turning the volume up higher.

He tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the song, you watched closely as Dean drove. The way he hums along to the beat, the way his eyebrows went up when he saw a car that he thought was nice, or maybe the way his hand relaxes on your thigh as if it were normal.

Dean pulled into a bowling alley parking lot, you looked up at the building and smiled. "Bowling?"

He nodded and smiled over at you, damn that smile. That smile that could cure all of your world's problems, his beautiful, soft lips that you can't wait to kiss, can't wait to run your thumb over his bottom lip, you wanted his lips all over your body.

Your car door opened, pulling you from your thoughts. You looked up at Dean, who had his hand out for you. You gladly took it and walked inside with him, hand in hand.

"I expected some greasy diner, stuffing our faces with burgers." You smiled over at Dean who had a love lust look on his face

"That does sound amazing. Don't worry; I'm sure they have burgers or at least greasy pizza." He chuckled and walked up to the counter to get your shoes. He knew your shoe size, which caught you off guard, you didn't know he paid that much attention to you.

You smiled and took the shoes from him, following him over to the alley. You sat down, slipping the shoes on. You watched Dean as he did the same thing, and you took it upon yourself to put the names in the little computer thing. His name was "squirrel" and yours was "power puff" per Crowley

Dean looked up at the screen and rolled his eyes. "Squirrel, really?"

You shrugged your shoulders and smiled. "What? I figured it would be funny."

The two of you bowled for a good 2 hours, you beat him twice, and of course, Dean is a sore loser. You giggled and did a victory dance next to the impala. Dean looked over at you and chuckled. For the first time in his life, he is at peace, he is happy.

He leaned against the passenger side door and stared at you. He smiled as you calmed down from your victory dance. You looked over at Dean who was still staring at you.

"What?" You smiled back at him, a little confused.

"Nothing, sweetheart, just uh.." He paused. "I don't know, you make me feel free." He opened up the passenger door for you "Come on, I got something I wanna show you."

You climbed in, settling into the seat, he shut the door once you were settled, and jogged around to the driver's side. He got in, starting up the car. The two of you drove for about an hour, the sun was getting ready to set. Dean drove up to this cliff that overlooked the city.

You got out of the car, taking in the scene that laid before you. Dean set up fairy lights in the trees, you were amazed that he found the time to do this, let alone actually have the idea to do it.

Dean got a blanket out of the trunk and placed it on the ground in front of the car. He helped you down on the ground, then sat down beside you. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer.

"I never expected you to be such a softie." You giggled, poking his cheek.

He chuckled and swatted your hand away. "Hush."

You leaned your head on his shoulder, you were ready to tell him how you felt, you were ready to tell him you were in love with him. After years of being around Dean, watching him lose everything, you wanted to give him things he never had, love that he's never experienced.

"Dean?" He hummed in response, you took a deep breath "I'm in love with you."

You felt his body stiffen, you shot up, putting your hands over your face. "Oh my god, I'm so stupid, of course you don't feel the same way. I mean, how could you? You're you, Dean Winchester—"

You were cut off by Dean's lips on yours, his hand resting on the back of your neck. You were shocked but kissed back. Dean pulled you into his lap, deepening the kiss, your lips moved together in sync, his hands wandered up your shirt, his hands gripping onto your burning skin.

You pulled back, leaning your forehead against his, breathing heavily. You looked up at him through your eyelashes and smiled, he smiled back rubbing his thumbs against your hips.

"I'm in love with you too."

Finally, Dean could be happy, finally, he didn't have to worry about someone playing with his heart, finally, he had something that he truly deserved and would cherish for the rest of his life.

It starts slow at first, then all at once.

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[vanilladove]

❤︎ ₊ ⊹ get free (bonus)

based off of an anonymous request to see what would happen if reader tried to escape because trust was lost🫣 this is also the 'bad ending' reposted bc 'read more' wasn't working the first time.

pic creds luvpngs | gif creds akashi-tetsuki

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ pairing: asylum patient!nikolai x asylum attendant!fem!reader; slight fydor x fem!reader🤫

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ genre: angst + fluff? w/ dark elements; one suggestive scene with nikolai🙈read at your own discretion!

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ content warnings: feelings of guilt, manipulation + violence, unhealthy relationships, slightly yandere nikolai, this is lowkey sad...😔

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ summary: you've become an accomplice to the doa. however, you've started to grow some doubts about your situation. are you really free or just in another man's cage? not to mention the demon lurking from a distance... ˚₊‧꒰ა read pt 1 & pt 2 & pt3 (good ending)໒꒱ ‧₊˚

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"So, what's your husband like?" Your coworker Juliette asked, sitting in a circle with your other colleague Anaïs, passing around a box of assorted chocolates.

It had been three months. You and Nikolai had successfully infiltrated Mersault, getting more information about the space-creating ability and honing in on potential ability users. Now you were alone, working for the government's IT department--your goal was to create a breach in their database for Fyodor to get into, so he could narrow down the Decay of Angel's targets and get their information.

Anaïs scowled and gave you the chocolates, muttering a word about how she was "low-sugar" before she primped her hair, preparing to brag, "Well, y'know, Louis takes me shopping and buys me new jewelry whenever I want. He just got me a new puppy, too, and he's the cutest little pomeranian!" You giggled a bit as Juliet pouted in envy, "Oh--and he's taking this weekend off, so we can go to the islands together!" You popped a caramel-filled square in your mouth as Juliet rolled her eyes playfully.

"You spoiled princess...Antoine spends all his money on the kids--plus he only gets one weekend off a month and always brings them to our romantic date nights..." Your coworker sighed dramatically, pretending like she wasn't equally as doting over her children, whose pictures and handmade gifts were all around her cubicle.

Ah, children, families, frequent romantic dates, marriage...those were all traditional things you gave up after running away with Nikolai.

You were lost in your thoughts as you popped another rich candy into your mouth--this one being filled with a creamy pistachio ganache that tasted a bit too artificial and made you cringe. Juliette called your name to snap you out of your daze.

"Well, what about you? What's your husband like?" She leaned forward and stared curiously at you, waiting for you to share your little gossip. You chewed slowly, trying to process the question as Anaïs nudged her friend's side lightly.

"Juliette, are you blind?! The girl doesn't have a ring on her finger--certainly she must have a man though--I mean look at her--she's a stunner." Your eyes widened at that as you twirled your wig hair and fixed your fake disguise glasses.

"Oh, well, Anaïs is right, I do have a...lover." Lover...you and Nikolai had never really put an official label on your relationship. You described Nikolai--dubbed as "Nikolas"--to the two other women, trying to stay as true as possible while not revealing his true identity.

Juliet winked at you, "Do you guys have sex? Is he rough, soft, kinky?" She giggled as Anaïs side-eyed her for her childish behavior.

You blushed, well, at least you could answer this question in earnest, "Yeah...he's good...really good." You covered your face briefly, feeling heat in your cheeks when you remembered your little Mersault moments. "But we haven't done anything in a while since he's away on a...work trip." You smiled sadly at that, despite missions being the new norm, you couldn't deny feeling lonely and missing Nikolai constantly.

"Ohhhhh?" Juliette and Anaïs exchanged coy looks, "You need that man to marry you before he leaves you...trust me, darling, I would know." Anaïs said, touching up her lipstick, "You wouldn't want to get knocked up and left alone, would you? Men are too unfaithful these days..."

Yeah, you knew all about that first hand.

You were about to interject until you supervisor knocked on the wall of the space you three were having lunch in. "Lunch break's over. Get back to work, ladies." You all got up slowly, and you held onto the box of chocolates, offering some pieces to Juliette before taking it back to your work desk and putting your headset on.

"You shouldn't eat so many chocolates, ptichka, you'll get a sugar crash." You straightened your back suddenly upon hearing the sultry, russian man's voice in your headset. Fyodor. He usually gave you instructions privately to hack into the system, but he normally only talked to you for mission purposes.

Rolling your eyes, you popped a sweet milk chocolate heart into your mouth, "Hush, I'm stressed. And how did you know? Are you watching me or something?" You looked up by the ceilings to glare into the nearby security cameras.

Fyodor only laughed on the other side. "Oh, milaya, I'm always watching you." Shivers ran down your spine as his voice faded out and you were back to staring at your log-in screen.

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You waved goodbye to your coworkers as greeted Ivan--your personal chauffeur--and stepped into the backseat of the car, staring out the tinted window. The car was stopped at a red light when you noticed an animated billboard broadcasting a clip of the news. It was your parents and your in-laws begging for any information about you or your husband's disappearances and the award for either of your safe returns. While that didn't bother you at first--after all, your parents just saw you as a pawn they could marry away for a sound investment, and your in-laws didn't treat you much better either--you couldn't help but feel some remorse from their desperate pleas.

You knew what had happened to your husband--you and Nikolai had killed him. As much as you didn't want to admit it, his death was starting to haunt you. The eerie silence after you'd pulled the trigger and the horrible state he was in before replayed in your dreams, and it didn't help that your lover wasn't there to comfort you anymore. Especially now that Sigma was busy managing the Sky Casino, and you had to work your 9-5 office job, you really had no one to talk to openly. No one...except for Fyodor.

"Welcome back, milashka." Fyodor greeted you as you slipped off your heels upon entering the base. You smiled awkwardly at him, freeing your hair from the wig and slipping your glasses back into your purse. "How was work today?"

"Good...as always...you would know that, though since you're always watching me." You teased, still a bit shaken by what he'd said.

Despite how cold and reluctant he was towards you at first, you'd somehow gotten closer since it was basically just you two at the base. He'd held up his promise and gave you plenty of books to read, so you often talked about literature, which usually lead to deeper conversations. Additionally, although he never addressed you by your name like Sigma, he started giving you russian pet names--some of which were uncannily similar to the ones Nikolai would call you. You tried not to pay it much mind--it was probably some weird power dynamic thing--but you couldn't help but notice how he hid the nicknames and subtle flirting around Nikolai.

Fyodor motioned towards the small table by the fireplace, "I made some tea. Would you care to join me, ptichka? He smirked as you sighed and sat down next to him--you swore the chairs were closer than usual. You pulled the box of chocolates out of your purse and set them down next to a blue and white porcelain tea cup. You poured yourself some black tea before taking another chocolate, this one being filled with strawberry cream. You sulked after seeing a drawing of a happy family on the box, drawing Fyodor's attention. "Is anything on your mind, milaya? You seem bothered."

You eyed him curiously, surprised that he cared to listen to you. You figured you needed to get it off your chest, though, so you opened up, "Well...it's just that I've been alone lately with Nikolai gone, and I've been feeling like maybe this life isn't exactly for me..." You trailed off, a bit panicked when you saw a blank, stoic look on Fyodor's face. You put your hands up defensively, "N-not like I don't want to be a part of the Decay of Angels anymore, but just that I want more out of my life in the future."

Fyodor crossed his legs and rested his chin on his hand, gazing down at you, intrigued, "Go on."

You gulped, "I get so jealous when my coworkers talk about their families and settling down, going on fun vacations, or having daily board game nights...How they can speak so freely about their lives, while I have to live a lie and walk past my missing posters every day...I-I don't have anyone to come home to anymore, either..." You could feel tears start to cloud your vision as you looked down, never speaking this passionately before. You were sure you looked pathetic.

Your eyes widened as you felt Fyodor's frail fingers come up to wipe away your tears and brush across your cheek before landing on top of your hands. They were cold, not as warm as Nikolai's but at least somewhat comforting.

"Perhaps it isn't a different lifestyle you crave, but a sense of belonging and security." Fyodor started, bringing his face a bit closer to yours. "Your heart desires a deeper connection with those around you. After all, you abandoned everyone you knew before and suddenly went into an entirely different life. It's only normal that you would feel distressed after a while. You need comfort--and I'm sure that some part of you wants to give your parents some closure about your disappearance."

Fyodor was being...sympathetic? It was almost scary how well he could describe what you were feeling, along with how surprisingly empathetic he acted. You had quickly learned that he had little regard for others or for defective subordinates.

You looked up at him, "It's not just that, though. Even though it's selfish, I want Nikolai to marry me--or at least make things more serious and clear between us..." You didn't notice Fyodor slightly frowning at that as you continued, "He's just been away for so long, and it's not like I don't trust him, but he really has no obligation to stay loyal to me, and I've already been cheated on before...There's no way I can fall in love with another man being a double agent, so I need to know if he plans on us being long-term or not..." Rambling out the rest of your feelings, Fyodor stroked your hand slowly, his smug smile returning on his face.

"You should tell him that, then. If you speak from your heart and tell him the truth, I'm sure he'll listen to you. After all, he'd fulfill your desires if he really loved you." You pouted.

"But it's Nikolai...at the end of the day, he lives by his own convictions and philosophy."

Fyodor clicked his tongue, "If he loved you, he'd compromise." You weren't quite convinced, but you flinched when he brought your hand up and placed a soft kiss to the back of your hand. "Good luck, milashka." As soon as it happened, he was gone as he dismissed himself and left you alone at the table. You didn't know how to think or process the conversation as you lightly slapped away the faint blush across your cheeks.

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Another long day of work had concluded as you wished your coworkers a good weekend and walked out the door. It had been two weeks since your conversation with Fyodor, but it was all that was on your mind. You really needed to talk to Nikolai soon.

Wait. Was that Ivan...holding a bouquet of flowers? Not just any flowers either--they were the same lavender roses you'd been gifted by your ex-patient in the asylum courtyard.

Ivan only gave you his usual twisted smile and laughter before handing you the bouquet as you shot him a questioning look. You muttered a quiet "thank you" as you got into the backseat and stared out the window again, smelling the fragrant roses and replaying Fyodor's words in your head.

It didn't hit you that the road you were traveling on was unfamiliar until the car suddenly came to a stop, and you realized you were in an abandoned alleyway. Uneasiness started to settle in as your driver exited his seat, shutting the car door behind him. "Iv--"

You were interrupted when the door to the backseat flung open and closed as Ivan crawled on top of you, pushing the flowers out of your hands as he pushed his body against yours and cradled into your neck, hysterically giggling. "I-Ivan--" You struggled to shove him off you, but he was too strong, "W-what are you---"

A familiar scent stopped you from speaking as your heartbeat increased. Wait, was that--?

Ivan pulled away from your neck before tugging off his bandages, his whole appearance suddenly fading away before being replaced by...

"K-Kolya! I-It's you!" Relief washed over your face as you looked up to see your lover staring back at you, clearly satisfied from whatever prank he'd just played on you. He kissed away the tears that had formed instinctively from your fear while laughing maniacally.

"Hehe~ Did you miss me, dove? I wanted to surprise you since I just came back. Your reactions were a nice little treat~" You pouted as you looked away, embarrassed that you'd lost yet another one of Nikolai's mini games. His features softened, "I'm afraid I may have gone a bit too far though. I really missed you, myla." His warm, gloved fingers traced over your bottom lip slowly.

"M-missed you too, Kolya. So much..." You sniffled as you pulled his head down to yours, tangling your fingers into his fluffy white hair and capturing his lips in a deep kiss. Your back pushed into the car cushions as Nikolai's hands roamed your body, needy to touch you again after so long--especially since he couldn't contact you. He fumbled with the buttons on your thick coat, hands working fast to get you out of all of your layers.

He groaned into the kiss as you tugged on his locks and wrapped your legs around his waist to press him further against you. By now, he had unbuttoned your light blue blouse to reveal your pretty skin. Nikolai pulled away from the kiss gently to take you in--the sight of you all flustered in just a thin lacy bra was turning him on, evident from his growing arousal that was pushing against your tights.

"Fuck, dove, you're so beautiful..." He dipped back to leave messy hickeys on your neck, whispering in your ear before slowly working his way down, "Your skin's so soft...were you touching yourself while I was away, pryntsesa?" You moaned at that, whining when his hand starting rubbing circles from your hips to your inner thigh, getting dangerously close. The trail of wet kisses traveled down your collarbone and your breasts to your stomach and eventually stopping where the waistband of your black skirt and tights laid. He was panting lightly at this point, devoid of air from worshipping your body. "It wasn't enough, though, was it? You need me to feel good, myla~" He heaved, his face pink and strands of hair falling over his eyes. His fingers hooked around your clothes and he resumed his trail of kisses, about to strip you.

"If he loved you, he'd compromise."

Fyodor's words hit you as you stopped Nikolai, lightly pushing yourself up again. "W-wait, Nikolai, I want to talk to you about something." He grunted, annoyed like a little kid, his bulge still pressing against you.

"Can it wait? I didn't bring you to this abandoned, sketchy alley for nothing, ptashka." You pulled away further, to his disappointment, and pulled your knees up against your body, pouting sadly.

"I know, but it's something that's been on my mind since you've been gone", Nikolai only sighed impatiently as you pleaded, "I promise it won't take too long..." You put your hand over Nikolai's, and he obliged reluctantly, sitting up a small distance away from you.

"Cockblocker...make it quick." He muttered, and you tried not to be immature and giggle. This was supposed to be a serious conversation.

You cleared your throat, "Well, I was just wondering about us...and our relationship..." You flinched when you saw Nikolai's eyes bore into you, "I-It's not what you think---I love you and want to stay with you, but, are we..." You trailed off, suddenly feeling embarrassed and unsure about what to say next. You looked down, mind a muddled mess, but you tried to remember Fyodor's advice.

"A-are we ever going to get married? Settle down and maybe start a family? Move somewhere nice and peaceful, where we can just enjoy each other's company?" Your mind went back to Anaïs and her husband, as you slowly started to look back up, "Go on a vacation together to the islands? Or your home coun--"

"No." Nikolai's dark gaze cut into you, stopping you from speaking any further. "Why would you want that, dove?"

You could feel your heart shattering. This wasn't how you thought he would respond. He was supposed to understand you, to listen to you, to compromise.

"I want a future with you, Kolya, that's why..." You started sadly, throat feeling constricted.

"But we're already together right now, myla. Isn't that enough for you?" Nikolai replied apathetically, his expression stoic and unreadable.

"It's--but my husband cheated on me, so I have to know if you're serious about us. I don't want to be in an unstable relationship anymore." Tears pricked your eyes, threatening to spill out as you could feel your heart breaking, "Anyways, you could just cheat on me, too. You're barely even around anymore, and I'm sure that you're always surrounded by beautiful women...All my coworkers are already married and in a happy relationship, so I feel so behind..."

"Oh, so that's why? Because society's telling you to live that way? Because you want to be accepted and imitate everyone else? That's the exact life I was trying to escape from, dove." Nikolai butted back, smiling cruelly.

"N-no! That's not--" You cried out, not being able to hold in the tears. Nikolai frowned and looked up from your face, reaching up towards your head.

"That hat? When did you get that?" He glared up at the white ushanka on your head. It resembled a certain someone's too closely.

You sniffled, "T-this? It's a gift from Fyodor. 'Cause it's getting cold out." Nikolai furrowed his brows in jealously upon hearing that name.

"From Dos...he's the one who planted those ideas in your head, didn't he?" His fists tightened at the thought of Fyodor wrapping you around his finger; it was his specialty, after all.

You wiped your tears sadly as you lowly shook your head no. At this point, Fyodor seemed to be the only one who understood you. He was the one who'd told you that Nikolai would compromise if he loved you. But he didn't. Did that mean...?

"Tch. Look, myla, stay away from that man. Dos may be my friend, but I don't trust him." Seeing your sad face and lack of response angered him more and he raised his voice a bit, "Stop talking to him, dove. I'm warning you--don't you dare even look in his direction."

Your sobbing resumed as you pulled your head back into your knees, hearing the backdoor shut as Nikolai left and started driving back to the base. You heard the sound of rain in the background as you clutched the white ushanka in your arms, the fluffy hat offering you some comfort.

The ride back was silent.

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Fyodor awaited you both when you finally arrived back at the base, the same sly smile on his face. "Welcome back, you two." Nikolai only glared back, holding your hand tightly. He let go suddenly and walked past Fyodor into his stone room, implying for him to follow suit.

Once Nikolai's back was turned away, Fyodor gave you a soft, concerned glance. Your nose and eyes were swollen and red from all the crying. "I'm guessing it didn't go well, milashka?" You shook your head softly, and he whispered about leaving some cookies and tea in your room. He tried to approach you, but a strong voice cut him off.

"Dos, let's talk." Nikolai menacingly called out, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway. You'd never seen him this stern or angry before. He never took anything seriously, certainly you weren't an exception, right?

Fyodor shot you one last empathetic look and went into his room. You shuddered as the sound of Nikolai slamming the door and immediately yelling loudly bounced off the walls. As much as you wanted to eavesdrop, you were worn out and tired.

You retreated to your and Nikolai's shared room slowly, too exhausted to even try the tea and cookies Fyodor had thoughtfully left for you. You barely stripped off your disguise before crashing onto the bed, just wanting the day to be over.

Things with Nikolai could never go back to normal again. You wished you'd just kept your mouth shut, but you also wished Nikolai had been more open to your desires. What were you to him, anyways? And you didn't understand why he was so mad at Fyodor. He'd kept you company while Nikolai was gone, and he'd been nothing but respectful and attentive.

You groaned and tried to shut your eyes to drown out the conflicting thoughts in your head. Everything was way too complicated now. You wished things could be peaceful again. You wished you could escape.

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"You want to go back home, ptichka?" Fyodor asked. You nodded in response. The next day, Nikolai was gone on another mission, never coming to your shared bed the night before or saying goodbye to you before leaving.

The russian man sighed, "That's a bad idea. You'll get caught before you know it, and once the press gets a hold of you, it'll be hard to rescue you. Plus you still have your job that could arouse suspicion."

"I know..." You started. "I just...have some amends to make...and I'll only be gone for a day or two...and stay in disguise." Liar. You didn't know why you wanted to go back, and if you were homesick or just trying to self-sabotage yourself. Either way, you knew you couldn't stay here and look at Fyodor or Nikolai any longer. Things were too tense, and you didn't know who was genuinely there for you or just manipulating you.

You couldn't trust either of them. Your plan was to either go back and get caught for your crimes or retreat to the Sky Casino for as long as possible. You bet that Sigma didn't like or trust the two men either.

Not to mention, you'd already left Nikolai a parting text, writing,

"I'm sorry. I'll always love you, Kolya. Thank you."

Not that you even knew if he'd see it, but you still wanted to say something.

"I'll help you." Fyodor finally said, making your eyes widen in surprise. "But I want to tell you something first." He took your hands and held them, running his thumb over your fingers. His touch was cold. "I admire you for wanting to confront your feelings and follow your heart. The rest of us have forgotten such feelings of humanity." He continued, "To see such a lovely, well-read woman like you leave pains me. I'll truly miss you and our intellectual conversations, milaya. So much so that I'll be awaiting your safe return."

You blushed as he kissed your gentle hands, "T-thank you, Fyodor, I'm flattered." Lying again, but you figured you would have to use your 'feminine charm' a bit to fully convince him.

He smirked subtly, "Escaping from another man's cage of lofty ideals and freedom into the outside world...Would you care to do me one last favor, milashka?" You nodded with doe eyes as he leaned into your ear.

"Give me a goodbye kiss." Shocked and flustered, you pulled away and broke contact.

Fyodor only stepped forward and held your face, his soft smile seeming more sinister now, "What's wrong, dove, you just have to kiss me, and I'll help you escape. Not a bad deal, no?" He got dangerously close to you, his hot breath fanning over your glossy lips.

You froze for a second, "I-I can't--" Fyodor only traced your lips ominously, like he was taunting you and asking you why.

"I'm still in love with Niko--"

"Dove? Dos?" Your heartbeat stopped when you heard your lover's voice behind you. Why was he here, and how'd he get here so fast?

You turned around, hoping he would save you, until you saw him holding a gun--the same one he used on your husband.

"Kolya, w-wait, this isn't..." You stopped talking when you heard the gun cock. There was no way you could explain your way out of this. You and Fyodor were just about to kiss, and you were trying to escape indefinitely.

Nikolai narrowed his eyes and pointed the gun at Fyodor, "This was your doing, wasn't it?" Fyodor only remained calm, however, and twirled a strand of your hair while smirking.

"No, quite the opposite actually. Our little dove here was just about to escape and go back home to 'make amends'. It seems like she may still be grieving over her husband and their traditional life together..." Nikolai's grip on his gun tightened, still pointed at his friend. "Actually, she was just seducing me to help her escape. A goodbye kiss, that's what you wanted, right, ptichka?" Your ex-patient's eyes narrowed after hearing the similar pet name.

He turned to you, "Is he telling the truth, dove?" You were shaking, still trying to process the situation in front of you.

"N-no! I was trying to escape with Fyodor's help, but that's it! I swear, I still love you--please believe me, Kolya!" You pleaded, practically begging for your life. Nikolai looked at you regrettably before removing the card over his right eye and laughing bitterly.

"And here I was, rushing back to see you once I saw your text because I was worried about you and wanted to talk things out properly. I'm quite the fool aren't I, dove?" He started laughing maniacally, scaring you. He then stopped suddenly and pointed the gun at you, "But I guess this decision was from your own free will. I was wrong for thinking you were the same as me..."

Anxiety settling in, you couldn't react. What was Nikolai going on about? Had Fyodor said something to or manipulated him, too?

"We got rid of your husband, but now you want Dos, too? You're aren't really mine, are you, dove?" He walked closer to you and pressed the cold metal barrel to your hip. "I'll be nice and let you play one last game, though~" He had a crazy look in his eyes--one dark and emotionless, and the other streaming tears; you were sure every feeling was spiraling through his brain.

Nikolai giggled as he pushed you out of the door onto the floor. You were about to get up in fear when you heard a shot in the background. Did he shoot Fyodor?

Deranged laughter was heard behind you as Nikolai peeked his head out the door, "Better start running, dove. Otherwise the next shot might hit you~" You backed up in terror, standing up and stumbling over to Nikolai, wrapping your arms around him and crying hysterically.

"K-Kolya, you're s-scaring me. I-I love you, s-so let's go back t-to n-normal." Nikolai paused against your shaky body and lifted your face up to his. Tears were falling out both of his eyes now, contrasting the wicked grin contorting his lips. You gasped as he wiped your eyes and licked away your tears.

"You look so pretty when you cry, angel. I'll give you an extra ten seconds for that. Ten...nine...eight..." Realizing you had no way to convince Nikolai to spare your life, you ran, not daring to look back behind you. The man you loved was gone, driven mad by his obsession over you. Your skin crawled as you heard his voice reverberating through the hallways.

"I thought you loved me, dove, but it seems I wasn't what you wanted. I got too attached to you, though, and you know too much, so it seems I can't just let you go or give you to another man. You won't escape my cage."

[livesworthlivingau]

Lives Worth Living Chapter 13

ISAT Spoilers below!

(The soothing sound of Mirabelle's dramatic reading of one of her books fills your ears. You lie with your head on her lap, eye closed, smiling softly and enjoying the company and sounds. Mirabelle's voice slowly drifts off as she finishes a chapter. You perk up some, opening up your eye to check on her. You're met with a conflicted look plastered across her face.)

"Mira?..."

"Are… Are you sure you're okay Siffrin?…"

"I mean… As much as I can be I guess… You can only be so 'okay' about losing 30 years of your life, right?…"

"… Were… Were you happy? I-I mean I know I said I didn't want spoilers or anything a-and you don't have to tell me anything specific if you don't want because that might mess with the future or the time space whatever it's ca-"

"Mira!" (She jumps a bit as you snap her out of her little freak out spiral. You take her hand in yours, intertwining your fingers before wrapping your other around it as well.)

"I had… One of the best lives anyone could ask for, thanks to all of you… Yeah it's sad that it's kinda gone now but… It's also kinda nice?… To get to experience it all over again, y'know?"

"Siffrin… I can tell something else is bothering you, and I'm honestly more scared about what you're NOT telling us, I mean, how is that not already the big secret?!"

"… Mira, I-I…"

"You promised me Siffrin… It might have been over 30 years ago for you, but it's only been a couple weeks for me. You promised we'd be feelings buddies and we'd talk about this stuff!"

"I know!… I know I promised… But…" (You let out a heavy sigh, letting go of her hand before running yours through your hair, gripping it a bit.)

"It's… It's not just about me this time… It's Loop."

"Loop? What do you mean? D-Did something happen to them?"

"… I-I… Ugh…" (You let out an annoyed groan, sitting up and hugging yourself close.)

"It's… It's not my place to talk about it Mira… As much as I want to, as much as I desperately want to talk and get help about it… It's their secret too, and I can't… I can't make that choice for them."

"… Okay Siffrin… If it's out of respect for keeping their secret, I guess I'll drop it… But if this continues to be an issue I'm going to have to insist about it, okay?"

"… Thanks, Mira… I promise I'll talk about it as soon as I can." (You swear, laying your head onto her shoulder. She follows suit and lays hers against you.)

"Thank you Siffrin, and I'm glad you've told us what you have so far… I'm just worried about you…"

"I know Mira, but I promise, I'm… Well I'm just about as okay as I can be right now, all things considered." (You admit with a slightly nervous chuckle. She responds in kind.)

"I guess that's the best I could ask for at this point... Did you wanna listen to another chapter?"

"Sure! We still gotta get to the part abou-"

"SPOILERS!!!"

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(You smile softly with your eye closed, sitting on the floor with Mira on the couch above you. Your hair fiddled between her fingers as she was braiding it in places.)

"I've always wanted to do this~!" (Mira practically squeaked out with excitement, so excited to actually get to style your hair for once.)

"Heh, yeah I guess we never used to do this, huh?"

"DO WE DO THIS A LOT IN THE FU-NO WAIT NO SPOILERS!!" (She interrupts her own excited shouting with frantic shouting, making you wince some but chuckle none the less.)

"... So how are you doing Mirabelle?... I know everyone's been worried about me and all but... You all had a lot going on too! I... I feel bad taking up all this emotional space..." (You feel her hands pause for a moment from working through your hair.)

"... I... I guess I haven't really thought about it a lot... that festival was really nice but... It just hasn't actually hit me that it's really over! I keep waiting for it to sink in, for this feeling of accomplishment, for the stress of it all to go away! But it still hasn't! I-I still feel the same as I did, just a little more relieved. I know the King's curse is gone, I know we saved everyone, I know we're 'the saviors'..."

"... But it doesn't feel like you earned it?"

"E-Exactly! I-I... Oh, you said something like that the other day, didn't you?"

"Y-Yeah but... I feel like I screwed everything up at the end there, you all were the ones who actually defeated the king!" (You feel her hands start moving again, going back to braiding your hair.)

"Okay, feelings buddies compromise time! If either of us start to feel like we didn't save the country or deserve the praise, the other has to assure them that they're wrong, deal?"

"... Okay, Deal~."

[eidolonetchings]

I've never liveblogged anything but for @goldfishinaplasticbag 's amusement, while reading the new chapter of 1-800-Gotham, I stopped every couple lines to write down my thoughts. Anyway here you go. There's probably so many typos in this but I was focused on the story so shh. Also I'm definitely dramatic about some things here but to be clear I completely loved the entire chapter

SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 16

“What’s wrong? We’ll get that civilian out as soon as we can, but Nightwing, you can’t go back in,” Bruce urges, voice low and worried and unaware.” : OH G-D HE DOESN'T KNOW I THOUGHT IT WAS OBVIOUS BUT OH CLOSE IT'S NOT NIGHTWING NEVER CALLED HIM JAX AND NOBODY BUT NIGHTWING WAS PAYING ATTENTION TO TIM AUGH

AUGH AND HE'S TOO OVERWHELMED TO COMMUNICATE THAT THAT'S JAX AUGH FUCK

Fuck he isn't scared of dying but he absolutely dreads his family dying… augh

Oh your siblings would be so pissed if they knew you wanted to die before them

Oh he's so out of it he's forgetting they didn't know him as Tim- OH HI JASON

OH SHIT DID HE ACTIVATE THE TRACKER? WHILE BEING CRUSHED BY THE FUCKING CHANDELIER? NO WAIT HE WENT UNCONSCIOUS IMMEDIATELY HE PROBABLY JUST GOT LUCKY AND FELL ON IT

I know you guys are losing it right now but someone communicate to Bruce and Damian that it's Jax? Please?

Oh shit the beacon did activate it's not just that Jason knew the Drake last name and that he planned to be at the gala

Did he promise not to do anything stupid? I think he just promised not to die. Which, granted, he is definitely fucking up right now-

Welp there's the blaming himself, I knew it was coming but like. Fuck

Oh wow I didn't consider that this would remind Jason of being exploded or buried alive. How thoughtful of you to consider that /(is there a tone tag that is both negative and affectionate)

Oh wow Jason and Tim parallels alongside the promised Jason and Bruce parallels huh. You shouldn't have

IS BRUCE GONNA RECOGNIZE HIM ONCE THE FACE IS VISIBLE? BECAUSE COMMUNICATION HAS NOT BEEN HAPPENING HERE

You and Nightwing are gonna get infections or tetanus or whatever cutting your hands on glass and metal and stuff with Tim's blood on it

Uh oh there goes somebody's FUCKING SPLEEN

OH THANK FUCK. I guess losing most of your goddamn blood would make your pulse pretty fucking hard to find huh

You are not actually supposed to move injured people before treating them but also suspension of disbelief and also it makes sense that they'd prioritize getting him the fuck out of here and to help. Like I don't think the building is going to keep collapsing but this probably still qualifies as the scene being unsafe. Also secret identities probably. Sorry I'm really not trying to be nitpicky but I just finished a semester long course on responding to emergencies and first aid

Oh boy I got distracted by that tangent and it left me unprepared for the angst of ‘it feels like holding a corpse’ oh and also Jason is having feelings about his own death lovely

It's an angsty scene but the mention of how Tim would've been the best robin came across as funny because. Y'know reference to canon. He sure would be

Oh Dick did NOT hear Jason say there was a pulse huh. My bad for assuming even the bare minimum communication would be successful when there could be bonus angst instead (does this come across as aggressive or critical because it's not meant to Im enjoying reading this)

Dick: of course Bruce knows what's going on

Me, remembering what the rest of this fic is like: are you sure about that

But also that seems reasonable bc he knows that this person is important to Jason and Dick, Jason mentioned identities, and he's pale with black hair

But also Batman does not know everything even a little

G-d I know there isn't anything you can do but get him advanced medical care asap but PUT SOME PRESSURE ON THOSE FUCKING WOUNDS! I mean not the impaled area but given the state of Tim I'm sure you've got options

Oh boy waiting time! Lots of room for angst! How long will it take then to fail to contact Angel! Or well actually I guess they've been doing that all morning

Oh the mention of the tapping that Tim noted in the last chapter… attention to detail!!

Oh Dick was a ward and never got adopted while the others did, huh

YEAH IF YOU WANTED SOMETHING TO DO WHILE YOU WAITED WASHING BLOOD OFF COULD HAVE BEEN. A THING MAYBE

Just two brothers, blaming themselves for the almost death of their other brother, also Dick thinking of saying things that would not make sense to Jason because he doesn't know Tim was sacrificing himself for Dick

Oh, the scene of Damian you drew! Wait do Bruce and Damian even know that's Jax yet? I mean they should but. Y'know this fic is a comedy. When it's not angst I mean

OH he's in the room with Tim now! Kids done with his splenectomy or whatever

Oh that's a bigger time skip than I thought actually. I don't have a problem with that though

Hey Dick are you… sleeping

Spleen removal confirmed! To the surprise of no one

Hi Babs! That makes sense she was close with Jax and Angel- OOH are they about to discuss his identities.and come to wild conclusions? G-d I hope so

Jackson is Tim Drake is a good start, love Jason immediately pressing X to doubt. Gonna end up with net zero information

Oooh we're addressing Angel’s absence!!

Aww acknowledging the Angel Babs friendship!

Damian actually asking the thing everyone is wondering!

I was not expecting everyone to be mad at Bruce for kidnapping Angel's family but I love that

Also love them recognizing that the Black Mask thing was traumatic for Angel

Also of course Bruce did not communicate things to them. Why would he ever

EDDIE DRAKE CHECKOVS GUN I FUCKING KNEW IT!! BUT ALSO WHERE IS BABS THINKING THEY'RE TWINS??

OH THERE IT IS

He is being dramatic! Because it's him!

G-d the irony of the whole close-but-nontraditional cut-from-same-cloth line

YEAH you should actually communicate!! Good job sharing your data please continue doing that

Good. Good luck contacting Eddie Drake! Hope that doesn't go to an actor or something but I don't think Tim ever actually hired one in this timeline

You absolutely should think something happened to Angel! I mean you're never gonna guess that what happened was chandelier, but that's still the reasonable thing to think

Oh the hotline was really important huh? Probably not good that the sole operator/informant is in a coma

I knew one of them would go look at Drake Manor! But also Angel does live there actually

They found Angel’s stuff!

Oh I fucking knew they would think Angel was kidnapped. I mean only because another anon said it first but still

Babs coming to some Incorrect Conclusions!

They're gonna find Jax’s stuff as well as Tim's in that bag. Stuff Jax had at the safehouse possibly even! That'll sure have implications

Dick I'm so sorry that you are only getting one brother. Byt at least Joker doesn't have the brother you are getting. Or the one you aren't getting because it's actually your other brother.

…Unrelated but if Tim actually died would the bats just honestly not figure Angel out ever

Anyway back to the story- Dick you are not getting an older brother. Sorry

Jason did not share his clone theory. But it was referenced!

Honestly given that you're providing medical care and have every reason to believe Angel is in danger, it's probably justified to take a DNA sample. I'd be surprised if Bruce didn't.

[bloedewir]

Dragon Age: The Veilguard

There's some post-game thoughts I can mark as spoiler ones. Read only if you finished the game.

I love the game. Really. The grand finale was magnificent, the main plot idea is painfully touching and I adore the heavy weight of sorrow I bear after I finished the game. The best kind of bittersweet grief of possible.

However it doesn't mean the game is flawless. There's some stuff I didn't get at all.

Why there's no option to ask Solas about the Forgotten Ones? Like, hello, you have an encyclopedia of elven lore in your head, can't you ask a few optional questions about weird ancient guy you've met during the journey? Nadas Dirthalen? (Or it's because da5 is going to be about new dwarven and/or qunari lore and Forgotten Ones/Executors?)

You also can't say anything about the murals.. which is kinda strange. Why didn't Rook comment those mind-blowing revelations? For Harding, at least?

Evanuris. Solas' story is beautifully written, Mythal' story was also revealed more than before (even if she's in all 4 games) so we get to know her better. But Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain? Fine, forget other evanuris.. but the spectacular duo? Spirits and demons are kinda the same, like two sides of a coin. Solas is Wisdom and Pride, Mythal is Benevolence and Retribution (as Morrigan said). Elgar'nan and Ghilan'nain are just.. bad? They're blighted and corrupted now but what about the past? Where's the duality of their personalities? No chance for redemption now because they don't want or need it, I get the idea, but the story itself? I wish there would be more about them. We do have something on Ghilan'nain tho, like: she created hallas but can't create them any longer and she has a full control over the Blight as if it's modeling clay (+ some Bellara' thoughts on a matter of "navigation" and "healing" and path Ghilan'nain chose for the People). But Elgar'nan? He likes tyranny. And he still had his hair. Uhm.. ┐⁠(⁠ ⁠∵⁠ ⁠)⁠┌

Romances. Can't say much because I didn't try all of them but Neve's and Lucanis'.. uhm. It doesn't feel like a written romance, y'know? Just a bonus lines so you doesn't have to feel lonely or whatever. Characters are on their own and don't have connection with Rook till the very end. There's no impact and Rook is, ironically, just an enjoyable side benefit™ but nothing more. Comparing to datv romance situation solavellan romance is hot as hell and full of content. And it says a lot.

Inquisitor. I do like how their absence was explained... yet Lavellan was robbed. I don't want to see a cringe Fade therapy session with Solas telling his tragic lovestory to a random stranger (Rook) and whining about just how much he misses his gorgeous wife (and I'm solavellan). But adding a few tiny details? The bare minimum: take the dai tarot card and place it on the wall in a music room. That already could've been much better. (mods mods mods 🤞🤞🤞).

Dialogue timing and triggers. I suspect dialogues are cool but I can't know for sure. In my first playthrough I didn't even know Davrin and Lucanis are not a big fans of each other before the Weisshaupt quest because I didn't hear it. DATV locations are much smaller than it was in DAI, so you just don't get the chance to hear those dialogues unless you find a trigger point and just stay there waiting to play all lines.

Some of that is not a tragedy and, theoretically, could be improved by magnificent people creating mods. But sometimes datv seems kinda unfinished like there's a missing puzzle pieces as if content was cut out with no replacement.

Despite some questionable moments and a bit of criticism I love this game regardless. It's dark and atmospheric, absolutely beautiful and mesmerizing. And analysis of Regret? Choices and consequences, acceptance, struggling, desperation, guilt..? The work Bioware did deserves to be highly appreciated. The final left me in tears, sobbing and grieving, and heartbroken - that's all I ever wanted of Dragon Age 💜

[greenplantlizard]

super hero taisen

i have now seen it, and surprise surprise, the movie everyone says sucks ass sucks ass!!! wow

some of these bullet points are made by me live, because i just have it open in miniplayer as i look at other tabs i am so disinterested in the slop i and i alone have decided to force in front of my eyeballs

look how they massacred my boys

literally all of them

i dont think a single character in this movie is done right

when they're not wildly off-base they're just kinda,,, flat

i also have no idea who's movie this is supposed to be

you'd think it'd be about fourze and the go-busters, but nope

you'd think it'd be about decade and the gokaigers, and you'd be,,,, more,,,, right???

why is joe like that

i will give this movie props for komathunder being there, objectively funny kaijin pick

i was right about not needing to see go-busters, other than their aesthetic i have learned net zero info

ooo's ultimate power is not his medals, fuck off

oh they called goseiger boring

i will admit i chuckled

why would you bring back old villains if you're going to do zero with them, im extending this question to a bunch of other stuff too, but like,,,, why are warz and ackdos accepting marvelous as leader? why is zangyack 'returned' when it hadn't quite entirely dissolved? what the fuck are rider particles? is that narutaki, im genuienly unsure because even his most memable traits are nearly entirely absent, he's not even flanderised right, that's the level this movie is on

why the fuck is the den-liner here, let den-o die im begging you please, ive had enough of it being dragged into shitty movies

so its about the timeslot thing?

what

i see we're taking the lets go kamen riders approach to lore concistency

that is to say, we aren't

i would read this as a kid playing with their ungodly huge figure collection, but that reading would imply a story id have more fun with than whatever is happening here

hina has just been standing around staring at everything

at least blink, girl

maybe revealing that everyone's not actually dead would work better after the big reveal that the villains are actually the vilains

what the fuck are sentai particles

the big machine? like in the kamen rider manga by manga artist shotaro ishi(no)mori? i who have read the manga am now happy because they said the name of something from a thing that i read and enjoyed

yeah i figured this was a ruse, although with how this movie writes everyone i would also not have been surprised if there was no reveal

ah yes the three original heroes, kamen rider #1, akaranger and kamen rider ooo

has gai been there the whole time? i literally did not notice

anyway its time for the big final battle, so its time to sit back and watch a sea of colour mindlessly wash over my screen

should at least be fun, the action has been good when the fighters have lasted more than 30 seconds

y'know what, actually really enjoyed that last battle

wait why is there more left

kaito what are you doing

kaito no

kaito no

kaito no

kaito one astronomically dumb idea will not heal your heart of the damage cause by another astronomically dumb idea

i think the rock great leader from let's go kamen riders specifically should have been stepped on by the big machine, it would be funny

wow look at that its a new crossoevevresvsjvna mechahacb ncx forma aenaebahvb haevhebbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbbb

oh bye narutaki lol what the fuck

wait what kaito that wasnt your motivation for doing whatever it is you were doing

bad kaito sit in the shame crater and think about what you've done

does this mean its over please tell me its over

i mean,,, it's not my current least favourite rider movie

just

onigashima warship was more painful

anways, time to pretend this never happened, because none of it matters :D