#he makes himself to known but he got nun to show for it

[b3achysurfur]

oh!

[hunnidmilly]

on wat you on. z.f

fuck my nigga, he ain’t shit! boy ain’t good for nun but dick, flodgin like you wit yo niggas, pussy boy you wit that bitch.

parings: zilla fatu x black!reader

warnings: TOXIC ASS RELATIONSHIP LMAOO it’s all i’ve ever known this might hit close to home tbh. cheating, name calling, smut.

where the fuck you at? 12:24AM

let me find out you with yo hoe ass friend shakin’ yo ass and imma be on 10. 12:25AM

missed call from: Z<3

bro now you really got me fucked up. turn yo lo back on, bro. 12:27AM

yo. on my life, don’t make me come find yo stupid ass, ma. 12:29AM

(6) missed calls from: Z<3

i told yo ass i fell asleep at jey’s house yet you still wanna do the fuckin’ most and shit. but nah. you tryna listen to what janay ugly ass wanna say instead of me tho. might as well be fuckin’ her. 12:34AM

i really don’t give a fuck bout’ what you saying nigga. i’m on whatever you on. you fuckin them lame ass hoes anyways…so wassup fr? 12:36AM

ight. bet. 12:37AM

coo. 12:37AM

“girl! fuck his trifling ass fr! i’m tryna have a good time!” your friend, janay, yelled over the music in the club

“you right. i’m not even tryna get on that with him forreal. it’s whatever.” you declined zillas next call before powering your phone off completely. he wanted to take it to the next level? let’s see who finishes the game.

he kicked the shit off the night prior by not only not coming home, but going to the club all night with his cousins without telling you. to further push shit to the fam, he was on instagram live acting like he didn’t see your phone calls, or comments but replying to other thirsty ass hoes.

the last year and a half for you and zilla already had been rocky. him wanting to always be a hypocrite. he took issue with you going out and partying and dressing sexy as you wanting attention from other dudes, especially if janay was involved. yet with the rising popularity of his cousins in the WWE, all eyes were on him. the son of the late umaga currently creating a name for himself, straying away from the shadows of his family. that created a shit show as more female fans appeared.

him greeting them, smiling, creating more conversation than needed, following them on instagram, liking their tweets, giving them free tickets all kinds of shit. he stressed how it was just him trying to create his image to get his name more popping…lying ass nigga.

zilla loved the attention. especially from Aaliyah, a promoter at a local wrestling venue trying to recruit him for a match. she’d always make sure to show up in the tinest baby tee from the target toddlers section, low rise jeans showing off her tattoo near her midsection, a butterfly belly piercing, and lipgloss giving zilla ‘fuck me eyes’. he ate that shit up, too. smiling—making sure every diamond from his grill was flashing—making jokes, and laughing. you knew how important it was to zilla to join his family, but he couldn’t do that without being a friendly ass nigga?

everytime you brought it to his attention, it all started and ended the same. an argument until he fucked you into submission until tears streamed down your eyes making you forget exactly what causes the argument. you’d be cool for a few days and it’d all repeat again.

“ight yall. this next one for all my ladies in here lookin realll and i do mean reallll sexy.” the dj spoke before mixing the current song to get it sexyy by sexyy red.

the club wasn’t the place to nurse a broken heart. but having your hair, makeup, and nails done looking good? you felt better anyways. the music was a plus.

“cmon! i’m tryna dance. ill deal with that nigga tomorrow.” you tossed back your drink before grabbing janay and heading to the dance floor

you begin throwing your ass back without a care in the world. whatever it caught just happened. you knew your poster girl dress left little to the imagination, but that was neither here or there right now.

you felt hands slide across your ass bringing you towards someone’s lap. liquor taking over you backed into the dude behind you throwing your ass onto him and grinding. he got to excited as he pressed his growing erection onto your ass. while dude definitely wasn’t getting any play, you hoped someone was recording or was a friend of zilla to show him two can play the game. the dudes hands palmed over your thighs are you leaned against him letting his head fall into your neck, the strong smell of henny coming from him.

“damn baby. you tryna get fucked in the back? all this ass forreal. bet that pussy good ass fuck, too.”

“nah. i got some in the back for yo ass tho.”

your eyes went wide as the dude was snatched from behind you. you quickly spun around to see him getting punched in the face by zilla.

how the hell? who the hell, actually?

“what the fuck is wrong with you? why would you do that?” you yelled, uselessly shoving him backwards

“shut the fuck up and getcho ass in the car. yo ass got me so fucked up.” he yelled grabbing your wrist to drag you out the club

“nah! i’m good. get the fuc—“

“yo man, i ain’t know she was yo bitch. she lookin like she was ready to take some.”

zilla moved back towards the guy delivering another punch to his eye landing him back onto his ass. he grabbed your wrist back into his tight grip pulling you outside the club.

“get off me!” you snatched your arm back from him

“this the shit you doin! dancing with another motherfucka like a hoe knowing you got a man? this why ion want you with her ass! she put you up to this bullshit!” he yelled looking over your shoulder glaring at janay

“nigga fuck you. i wouldn’t have to convince her of shit if your toxic ass wasn’t a liar! what makes you think she wasn’t gone go out tonight to nurse her heart after you wanted to be with some groupies on ig live?” janay responded with just as much hatred for zilla

“mind yo fuck ass business. you deadass? i told you what i was doin! where i was!”

“the next day in the afternoon? oh so you just man of the year? fuck you.” you gloated rolling your eyes

“watch yo fuckin mouth talkin’ to me like that. i ain’t having this conversation out here with you either. get in the car.”

“what so you can go to the club with random bitches but i do it? im a hoe? i’m the problem? you’re crazy.”

“oh so you in there giving other dudes some play? like they finna line up for pussy cause you got an attitude? ight. bet.” zilla opened the passenger seat to his car eyeing you “getcho stupid ass in the fuckin car. you ain’t about to be out here tryna give some other dudes some pussy on some independent revenge shit.”

“ugh! fuck!” you grunted into the mattress as zilla plowed into you from behind

“nah, you wanna be big and bad right? take that shit like a good girl, ma.” zilla breathed out placing his foot ontop of the bed giving himself more control to pull your ass backwards, “throw that shit back, ma.”

your mind couldn’t even put 2 and 2 together from his rhythm, so his request went unanswered. his hand roughly came down on your ass cheek making you gasp, “what i say? hm? throw that ass back like you was on ole dude.” his hand came down on another slap before you began to throw it back onto him

“yeaaa, that’s right. look at that pussy. only dick she’ll ever know. had that motherfucker’ thinkin he was finna get some tonight. thought my baby was gone give him some. you was gone give him some baby?”

“ah! n-“

his hand came down on another slap making your pussy clench around him in a death grip.

“tight ass pussy. you was gone give him some of my pussy? what belongs to me?”

you couldn’t shake the feeling overpowering your anger. your pussy aching for that release, you knew your man was going to give you. each thrust had a small sting as zilla was forcing you to take all of him without allowing you to adjust for a moment. zilla not only had a big ego, but a big dick to match it. each time feeling like the first of getting fucked. zilla was a whole lot to handle and sometimes you needed a moment to take him in before he got started. but tonight was different. you ran your mouth off and he was once again, fucking you into submission and near amnesia to sweep the nights activities under the rug.

the car ride was filled with spiteful words. soon as you got home, you grabbed a duffle bag deciding you couldn’t do it anymore. you couldn’t take him wanting to be a hypocrite, an asshole, and being friendly. you were over it. calling your bluff, he yanked the duffle bag out your hand.

“you ain’t going no fucking where. sit the fuck down and take them panties off. running yo fuckin’ mouth. put that ass in the air, ma.”

“you really think, i’m about to give your bitch ass some? nah! let that other bitch get your dick wet. fuck you!”

“there is no other bitch. you think i’m letting you go over some bratty ass attitude you got? you wanted to get fucked tonight right? let me give you whatchu want. get them panties off.”

all it took was for you to raise your dress up to ur hips for zilla to see you had no panties on, for you end up in your current position. dress torn to shreds around your body, him naked, and pumping his dick into your pussy with no mercy, making you take every inch he had.

“whatchu was on tonight? wearing no panties? you like making me like this shit huh? you worried about me fuckin’ her, all i’m worried about is fuckin’ you. but you wanna be annoying and shit.” he grunted before speeding up his thrust

“shit! zilla—ssss—wai—“ you hissed out as you pushed back against his abdomen at an attempt to get him to slow down

“this wet ass pussy, nawl. you wanna be grown, showin yo ass, right? take this shit.” he pulled both your arms back into his wrist pinning them against your back. he rammed his dick into your tight space, using the advantage against you.

your sobs bouncing off the walls with the noise of your pussy squelching with every move of his hips. you couldn’t stop leaking like a faucet onto his dick. your juices connecting you to his lap as your ass rippled with each draw back. zilla gathered some of your arousal onto his thumb before pushing against your 2nd hole; it immediately clenching onto him.

“shit, baby! oh! ohhhhhh myyyy goddd.” you moaned at the feeling

your expression was priceless. teary eyes, pouty lips, and whines with the sheets coated in drool at how your pussy had a tight fit around him as he pumped. it felt too good. zilla quickly averted his attention to the ceiling with his lip in between his teeth; he was about to nut watching your pussy squeeze him. tonight was about teaching you not to fuck with him. while he crossed the line in your head, you crossed the fuck out of it in his.

“fuck, ma! i love this pussy. you was gone take her from me?” he panted speeding up “this pussy ain’t goin n’where. you ain’t going n’where.” he moaned out “takin’ me all good and shit. whining about how big it is. you can take this dick—keep that back arched f’me.”

“mmmmm.” you cried out feeling your nut rushing towards you. if he didn’t slow down soon, with his dick and his thumb, you were gonna make a mess all on him and the bed

“you wanna cum, ma? you think you earned it?” he asked removing his thumb and grabbing your hair to pull you towards him. his hand lowering towards where you both were connected and rubbed your clit in circles making your mouth open on a scream “who owns you? who this pussy belongs to?”

you tired to form a sentence in your head—anything! to please him to let you cum.

“who owns you? whose pussy is this?”

“yours.” you croak out in a small voice throwing your ass into his lap chasing his high

“nah.” zilla bends you forward again pushing at your back for your arch, “you wanna cum f’me? show me how bad. get that nut, ma.”

you placed your hands onto the bed before reversing the roles and fucking yourself with his dick. your body shuddering as you pushed yourself onto him.

“whose pussy is this? you ain’t cummin’ till you tell me.”

“mmmm fuck! yours zilla! it’s your pussy! a—i’m cumminggg ahhh.” you collapsed—temporarily loosing consciousness—to the bed as you gushed around his dick, your pussy convulsing around him mimicking your body as you thrashed on the bed babbling. zilla following behind you flooding your pussy with his cum. he let out a moan watching it spill out around the sides.

he wrapped you into a bear hug, panting deep into your ear as your bodies shuttered. he released a deep guttural moan as his dick kept twitching with spurts of his cum still shooting out.

“you ain’t going no fuckin’ where y’understand me? this pussy stayin right here and so is you,” he panted into your ear “you’re mines. no other fuckin’ dude. remember that shit. im yours. and you mines.”

“if i catch you talking to those groupie ass bitches again. imma cut all of yall. i mean that shit.”

zilla let out a chuckle as he pulled out of you. he bit his lip at the sight of your pussy pushing out whatever it couldn’t fit inside onto the sheets.

“i know, ma. i know.” he responded before heading to the bathroom.

even though you were in and out of consciousness fighting sleep, you didn’t miss him grabbing his phone out his pants pocket before.

you heard the sound of the shower running, nearly tuning his voice out, “…yea…just put her to sleep. have them panties off f’me when i get there. y’know how i want it, baby…you and janay getting all this dick t’night, aaliyah. t’care of each other fore’ i pull up. wantchall ready fa me. betta be wet too…ight…on the way.”

FA THE PLOT???? 😭. i wanted this have a cute ending but my trauma wouldn’t allow it LMAOOOOOO. 2 FICS IN ONE DAY IS CRAZYYYY

[darnell-la]

𝗬𝗢𝗨'𝗥𝗘 𝗔𝗟𝗪𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗬

pairing: possessive!logan howlett x cross-dressing male!readed

warnings: toxicity, cheating, a lot of anger, knocking out, neck grabbing, pinning, forced public sex (consensual), anal, no preparation, crying, begging, apologizing, ass slapping, name calling, caught, etc.

request: Ok so like I think I've commented on this before, But I'd love to see dark dom logan with a male partner who cross-dresses. Male y/n decides to be petty after a very heated fight so he wears one of the most baddest outfits he got to a small get-together and Logan sees this? idk it seems stupid it's my first time requesting!

Of course, you could totally ignore this please take your time! - @reeeeee3737388

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How do you guys feel about a x men story with reader? Logan being rude Logan at first, then slowly shows small affection towards the reader. Jealousy and things of that sort. They soon hit it off, and after Logan starts acting rude again, because he’s scared of the love he grew for her. It’ll be a long story, but something to read at night. ALL ON WATTPAD! Comment below, please!

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Y/n had caught Logan flirting with Jean earlier today. When he finally confronted Logan about his actions, Logan laughed in his face.

“You know ion swing that way, Bub,” Logan said as he sat back in his chair and put a cigar to his mouth. “Well, you use to Logan, and even if you didn’t, that’s shitty,” the man said.

Logan couldn’t take y/n seriously. He’s so much smaller than him, it’s almost too funny.

“Well, ladies love me, princess. Can’t do nun about it,” the man said, making y/n scoff, knowing Logan would stop looking at anyone if he just asked. Logan was just a cocky bastard, and y/n has had enough.

“And I guess I can’t do nothing about men wanting me too,” y/n said before turning around to head out of his boyfriend’s room.

“Y/n, don’t start,” Logan warned, knowing Y/n was known for taking things too far. Logan only flirts with women for his ego. He never touches them, but y/n ok the other hand does.

"Get your ass back here! lan done talkin!" Logan yelled at his boyfriend, but he ignored him and slammed the door in his face.

Logan had run after y/n as soon as he left, but he was nowhere to be found. Not in his room. Not in the kitchen. Not in the living room. Nowhere.

He’s now sitting at a table in some club with the x men, waiting for the rest to show up, especially y/n. He ignored Logan’s texts all day. Logan knew he’d be in for some surprise.

“Finally, the girls are here,” Hank stood up and waved for Jean, Storm, and y/n to come to the table he had bought for the night.

Once Logan looked up, he almost flipped the table at the sight of y/n. His tight pants ripped on the side to show his thighs along with a tight shirt that said “I love Milfs”.

Y/n knew there would be a lot of old men here. He also knew Logan looked nowhere near forty years old even though he was one hundred plus.

“Y/n’s looking good today,” Scott spoke as the ladies and he came up to the table. Logan kept quiet as y/n spun around. He instantly dropped his head onto the table at the sight he had just seen.

Y/n’s ass was cut out of the right pants he had on. Logan was going to kill him.

“Right!” Storm said as Hank and Scott covered their mouths, knowing Logan wasn’t going to approve. Everyone bursted out laughing once they saw how stressed the older man was.

“He’ll be okay, ain’t that right, Bub?” Y/n mocked the man. Logan held his hand out as he got up, basically telling y/n to watch himself. With no word said, he had left, going off to the bar to drink and distress.

“Welp — Who’s ready to party!?” Y/n asked loud enough for Logan to hear as he kept walking away. He giggled at the shake of the man’s head, knowing he’d gotten to him, and he hadn’t even started yet.

Throughout the night, Logan watched y/n like a hawk, trying to keep his composure but barely made it. He’s on his second cigar and hundredth shot. The man was unbelievably angry but didn’t want to lash out, or y/n would win.

Y/n took his first look at the man for the night, watching him struggle to get his lighter out of his pocket as he kept eyes on him.

The smirk plastered on y/n’s face only made the man struggle harder. “Fuckin’ hell,” Logan looked away for a quick second to find the lighter that he just had. Once the man looked back up, he was gone.

“Oh, fuck no,” Logan growled as he slammed his cigar and lighter on the bar table before running off to find y/n. “Where the fuck did he go?” Logan asked Jean and Storm who were just dancing with him.

“Don’t know, maybe outside for a break?” Storm said before she continued dancing. “Why does it matter? Didn’t you guys break up?” Jean asked as she placed a hand on the man’s chest.

Logan quickly pushed Jean off and went to turn away but she grabbed his arm. “That's what he said!” Logan looked back at her with wide eyes, hoping she was lying, but she played her memory in his head of y/n telling Jean and Storm that Logan and him had broken up before they got here.

“I’m gonna fucking kill him!” Logan shouted before he yanked his arm away from Jean and pushed through the crowd.

Logan’s heart pumped fast as he sniffed y/n out, hoping he was near, but he wasn’t. He had left the damn club. “Son of a bitch!” Logan said.

Logan ran out of the club and stood at the front, concentrating on y/n’s scent. The man almost yelled at the smell he smelled on him. Y/n was leaking. “What the fuck is he up to,”

Logan followed the smell for what felt like hours through the huge parking lot. He almost yelled the boy's name out until he heard a familiar whine.

Logan’s head snapped towards the noise, looking over cars to see the view of y/n’s neck being sucked in by some older man in his truck.

“Motherfucker,” the man cussed under his breath as he sped towards the boy in another man’s car. He was quick and quiet, making no noise for y/n to hear until he opened the door.

Logan pulled the boy out of the car and threw him to the ground before pulling the older man out and giving him a hard punch.

“Logan!” Y/n shouted at the man before he could throw another punch. Logan noticed the man was knocked out, so he drew his attention off of him and to y/n who was on the ground, lips swollen and eyes glossy from the situation he was just in.

“You were just gonna let a man fuck toy in his dirty ass truck!?” Logan shouted, standing over the younger man as he dusted himself off. “Why not? I’m single,” y/n got up with a shoulder shrug that he quickly regretted.

Logan grabbed the boy by his neck and slammed him on the man’s truck with a growl. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass, y/n,” Logan’s jaw clench as y/n tried unlatching the man’s hands.

“Well, we’re broken up now, so-“ Logan threw the younger man to the ground and quickly hovered over him. He took no time to tug at his boyfriend’s clothes, ripping them off in seconds.

“Wanna run around here like a slut? Then keep it up, because I tear cute little bitches up like you as a hobby,” Logan spat before he turned the boy around who was now naked and covered in dirt.

“Logan!” Y/n tried fighting the man off because they were outside in the open, and the man next to him could wake up any second to the sight of him pinned to the ground.

“Get the fuck up,” Logan pulled y/n on his hands and knees before he pulled himself out. “Logan, stop! I-I’m sorry,” y/n tried calming the man down, but the spitting sound he heard made him realize he had fucked up beyond repair. Logan is not going to stop.

“I don’t fucking care,” the man said before he pushed at the younger man’s right hole. Logan watched y/n struggle as he forced himself through, finally getting the tip.

“Logan!” Y/n cried out, clawing at the ground as he tried to keep himself together. “You shut the fuck up, slut,” Logan spat as he pushed in further, eye twitching at the slight pain from how tight he squeezed him, but he’ll get through it.

“L-Lo! Logan!” The younger man shook, cock twitching before he came. Y/n’s cum dropped out of his cock and onto the ground as he cried out, begging for Logan to calm down. Anything. This was too much for him. He wasn’t expecting this.

“Little fucking bitch can’t take a cock in his ass. What a surprise — All talk but no fucking bite!” Logan slammed into y/n roughly, balls slapping against his y/n’s own which only made him get weaker.

“S-Sorry,” y/n back repeatedly arched as the man kept up his brutal pace, hitting his g-spot with every thirst. “Sue you are, y/n. You’re always fuckin’ sorry. Every fucking time!”

Logan’s hands dug into the man’s ass cheeks, drawing a little blood that made him wince. “P-Please, baby. I’m so sorry,” y/n couldn’t help but cry in embarrassment, lemon never stood a chance going against Logan.

“Ian finna stop fuckin’ you, Bub, and you know that. Been a bad little boy recently — Thinkin’ you can go off and let another man touch you,” Logan’s thrust was still rough, but not as they were before.

Hearing the man call him a baby will always make him weak. He loved y/n and loved the way he crumbled and went back to a submissive partner. All for him.

“So sorry,” y/n whined as Logan softly pulled y/n back by his neck, hand gripping a bit tight as his other hand came down on his smooth ass.

“Fuck!” Y/n’s body jolted. “Tell me again,” Logan demanded as he slapped his ass again, but this time, twice. “Fuck, I-I — Lo, I’m sorry!”

“I know you are, baby. You always are,” is all he said in his ear before continuing his harsh slaps on the younger man’s ass, making sure he’ll feel the pain later. It will be a reminder of what Logan can and will do to him to show him he’s his.

“What the fuck,” a man slowly growled behind the two. Y/n’s heard rose and Logan turned back with a smirk, realizing it was the man he had knocked out.

The man took a look at the bottom boy, realizing it was the man he was going to use for the night. He scoffed in disgust before he opened his mouth to say something.

As he did, Logan placed his arm out and brought out his claws, making the man’s words die in his throat.

“Talk, touch, look, or think about my boy, and I’ll claw that saggy needle off,” Logan threatened. Logan gave the man a last look before turning back around and placing that hand on y/n’s waist.

The stranger walked off and stumbled back to the club. Logan could only chuckle as he brought y/n’s hips back into his rough thrust, looking over his head to see his eyes roll back.

“Now he knows this body’s mine,”

[synesindri]

how do you think lucifer knew about pop culture and such? like even in season 5 when he was the original version of himself the writers hadn’t ruined yet, he uses a lot of slang and modern idioms. and i guess we could just say bad writing lol but what’s your opinion?

hiii hi lucifer's s5 pop culture references are one of my favorite dialogue writing choices of the show tbh! the tl;dr is that i think lucifer did a lot of digging around in nick's mind while he was hanging out in nick's body, but i'll like, show my work and stuff also lol

so, in 5.01, before lucifer has a physical vessel and is appearing in nick's dreams, there are no pop culture references in sarah!lucifer's speech, and very little slang. the same is true when lucifer speaks to azazel through the sacrificed nun in the flashback in 4.22.

the pop culture references start after lucifer has taken nick as a vessel and has full access to everything in nick's mind and body, not just whatever can be accessed through dreams. he also starts moving more casually and fluidly, with little gestural quirks that imo have a similar effect to the pop culture references: communicating with humans in human-oriented ways that humans will easily understand and that will make him more relatable to them (not necessarily more likable, but maybe less alien, at least)

so, i think the pop culture refs are picked up from his vessels' memories and thoughts! he got in there, he got total, internal access to nick's memories and his body's habits and his speech patterns and stuff, and starting using those materials in his own communication styles. and then maybe also picked some up through exposure once he had the basics down, after he'd been out of the cage for a while

speculatively, i'd guess this was part of why nick was appealing to lucifer as a vessel: from what we see of nick, we know that what he wears looks like he has a job that has him in work boots (so, probably not white collar, and probably therefore has a vernacular more similar to sam and dean's than someone who would be spending his days in a corporate office, for example) and has pretty standard spn-core ways of speaking. having nick as a vessel puts lucifer more in sam's world visually, in speech, and in movement style more than other possible vessels would. he probably knows a lot of the same pop culture sam does, and he probably talks the way people sam is comfortable and familiar with talk — so, if lucifer learns to talk like a human from nick, lucifer also will come across as a familiar, relatable type of person to sam (didn't work too well but like, A for effort). idk if lucifer would have known enough about human class structures etc to be able to identify nick as the right kind of human to learn human culture from in order to talk to sam, so disregard if that seems too circular...but imo it's smart from the writers/costumers/etc, even if it didn't factor into lucifer's choice at all

(all of this makes different angels' characterization really interesting, i think, because some of them do a lot of human-ifying of themselves like this, while others don't. does castiel not do it much for the sake of jimmy's mind/memory privacy, or because he just doesn't care very much about seeming human? what's up with uriel and michael using pop culture referneces but not much human body language? like i know it's largely inconsistency in writing and acting choices for different characters but just assuming it's actually character-based reasons, i love it. and imo it implies that lucifer is very curious about humanity, even though he wants to get rid of them, and is good with rhetoric in that he understands the value of speaking to people in a way that feels familiar (he sucks at rhetoric in some other ways lol, but he was doing a good job on that, at least))

[oceanasky]

My first entry :) This chapter goes along with my "distress call" square @doctorrosebingo

Night One

She should’ve known better than to think a romantic trip would really be just a romantic trip. Not with the Doctor. 

“Rose?” he asked, up ahead of her on the trail, a slight frown of confusion on his face as he realized she hadn’t moved. 

“Doctor, did we come all this way because you got a message on the psychic paper? ‘Cause, last time you did that, Cassandra took both our bodies for a spin,” she reminded him.

“Well, I’ll admit it does sound bad when you put it like that. But this time is different.” He grinned. “The odds of Cassandra, cat-nuns, the Face of Bo, and plague carriers all showing up again at the same time are astronomically low, seeing as we’re in Northern Finland in the 21st century.” 

Rose shook her head. She started forward, grateful she’d taken the set of poles he’d offered with the snowshoes she was certain the hotel normally only rented out with a guide. He’d either made a new friend or he’d ‘borrowed’ them. “But it’s alien?”

He nodded, eyes shining with an almost manic glee. “Oh, yes. It’s alien. What’s more, it’s a distress call. So, what do you say, Rose Tyler? Want to take a look?” 

“Yeah. Of course I’m coming. Somebody’s got to keep you out of trouble,” she said, smiling up at him with her tongue between her teeth. 

The Doctor looked down at her mouth, his pupils dilating. Then her words registered. “Oi! You’re the one who’s jeopardy-friendly,” he protested. 

She shook her head. “You were getting into trouble long before I came along. And since we’re married, what’s that make you? Mr. Jeopardy-friendly?” she teased. 

“Lucky,” he said, his voice low and certain. 

~*~

The way she was looking at him…and all because he’d told the truth. He was lucky. Rose Tyler loved him, ergo he was the luckiest man in this or any universe. She’d saved him and not just when she’d taken in the time vortex and disintegrated an entire Dalek fleet or swung from a chain to defeat the Nestene Consciousness. She’d saved him every time she’d taken his hand and reminded him he wasn’t alone. 

It started to snow and Rose laughed, looking up into the sky with delight. All thoughts of the distress call on his psychic paper went clear out of his head. He dropped his ski poles and strode forward until he was right in front of her. Snowflakes swirled around them as he tilted her face up and kissed her. She let her own ski poles fall from her hands before sliding her arms around him, pulling him as close as she could. 

The Doctor let himself get lost in the kiss. Oh yes, he was lucky. He could be with her in every way he’d denied himself before, back when he was a Time Lord. All his old rules had vanished as soon as he’d woken up on the floor of the TARDIS with only one heart. Because, with only one life left to live, he wanted to spend every possible moment of it with her. “I love you,” he whispered when they came up for air. 

“Quite right too,” she said, grinning at him when he gave her a look. 

“Been saving that one, have you?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“Maybe a bit. Now c’mon, there’s an alien out there who needs our help.” 

He bent down to hand her back her ski poles, then snowshoed over to where he’d dropped his own set. Unlike many of the things he’d “borrowed” throughout his life, he actually planned to return these. “We’re close, they should be up ahead here.” 

“Did the message say what was wrong?” 

“They need help with their ship. Apparently the aurora has been causing them trouble.”  

“Any idea what sort of alien it is?” 

“Nope!” He grinned at her. 

“Well then, let’s go find out. Sooner we get them on their way, the sooner we can try out that bed back in our cabin.” 

“You’re tired already?” he asked as he looked around the trail, trying to spot any perception filters that might be hiding the ship. “I suppose we did spend all morning traveling, didn’t we? Sorry–I should have said we’d need to go this far with the snowshoes before we started.” She raised her eyebrows and he ran back what she’d said. “Oh. Oh .” He felt heat rising to his cheeks. He cleared his throat. “You’re not tired at all, are you?” In answer, Rose shook her head, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Well, in that case, Rose Tyler, we’ll get whoever it is on their way astonishingly fast and then we’ll go try out that bed. Well, I say “try out” but I already know it’ll be brilliant.” 

She laughed. “You think you’re so impressive, don’t you?” 

The Doctor smirked. “Seem to recall you telling me I was impressive last night.” 

“Don’t remember doing much talking.” 

“I’m fluent in moaning,” he said with a wink. 

“Liar.” But her voice was so fond that he couldn’t help but smile. He seemed to be doing that a lot these days. 

“Well, to be more accurate, I’d say I’m fluent in Rose Tyler. Of course, you know what the key to deepening your fluency in any language is, Rose?” He didn’t wait for an answer, leaning close enough that he could whisper in her ear. “ Practice .” 

~*~

Rose had half a mind to shove the Doctor up against the nearest tree. Figures he’d get her painfully turned on and then turn his attention back to trying to find the ship that needed their help. In a way, getting wound up like this was worse than it had been when they’d traveled together because now she knew being with him was better than her fantasies ever had been. She blew out a frustrated breath and hurried to catch up to him. At least she knew he’d make it up to her. And, well, she wouldn’t love him half as much if he didn’t want to help whenever he could. 

After about half a kilometer, he stopped and said, “Oh, hello! Aren’t you gorgeous?”

Rose followed his gaze, forcing herself to focus on the spot she wanted to look away from the most. After a second, the perception filter gave way. The ship was sleek and silver, with a series of blue lights on the side that sparkled like sapphires. 

“I haven’t seen a Tuvalli ship in ages,” he shared with a smile. He whistled, sounding almost like a bird, and a ramp opened. A beautiful woman with eyes the same sapphire blue as the decoration on her ship started down the ramp, a look of relief on her face. As soon as she spotted them, however, she froze. The Doctor held up a hand and whistled again. 

She whistled back. It sounded like a question. He waved to Rose and himself and she nodded. Then she pushed a button on her wrist. When she spoke again, Rose could understand her. “Thank you for answering my call. I am so grateful you are here to help.” Her voice was high and musical. 

“You’re a Tuvalli researcher, aren’t you? Always loved the Tuvalli, you lot are absolutely brilliant,” he said. “Permission to approach?” 

She nodded, getting that slightly dazed look people tended to get when they met the Doctor, both grateful he was there and convinced he was completely mad. 

The Doctor almost immediately started looking over the ship, but Rose focused on the woman. “Are you okay? I mean, I know your ship isn’t or you wouldn’t have called, but are you okay?” Rose asked softly. The woman looked so alone and she was practically trembling. 

The Tuvalli woman absently started tugging at a loose thread in her sweater. “Not really, no. I waited too long to go home.” 

Rose walked over, wishing she could comfort the woman. Up close, she could see the Tuvalli woman’s hair was a pale blue. “Would it help to talk about it? My name is Rose and that’s the Doctor, not sure if he introduced us. He can be a bit rude, but there’s nobody in this whole universe I trust more than him. If anyone can help you get home, he can.” 

“I’m Zeni,” the expression in her eyes was softer now. “He is your mate?” 

Rose smiled. “Yeah, he is.” It still felt so good to say out loud what they meant to each other. “Are you here alone, Zeni?” 

Zeni looked downcast for a moment. “I am. I research the cultures on other planets and lecture at a large university back home on Tuvalli. It’s rewarding work. But I should have gone home already. When I tried, the electromagnetic activity in your atmosphere was worse than I’d expected and it wrecked my ship’s sensors and I crashed here. And the electromagnetic activity means my messages home aren’t going through. And I don’t know how to fix my ship myself–I’m an expert in cultures, not mechanics!” Her voice kept getting louder. Then she took a few deep breaths, looking into her ship wistfully. When she spoke again, she whispered. “If I can’t get home, my eggs will hatch far from our family and I do not know that my mate will forgive me for that.” 

“Eggs?” Rose asked, puzzled. 

“Oh. Yes. I realize that sounds strange to a mammal. I forgot I had my personal perception filter on.” She fiddled with the device on her wrist for a second. When Zeni looked back up, she looked much more like a bird than a human. Her nose and mouth were part of a beak and she was covered in feathers the same light blue that her hair had been. Although most of what was visible outside of her thick cloak looked human, her hands were also covered in small feathers. Her sapphire eyes looked the same, however, and no less sad than they had looked before. 

Rose reached out and patted Zeni’s hand in what she hoped was a comforting way. “I’m sorry you can’t get a message home. But the Doctor will sort it, you’ll see. Here, why don’t we go ask if he needs a hand?” 

“I really don’t know anything about fixing ships,” Zeni said, sounding a bit tearful. Rose could relate. It was one thing to drive a car and quite another to put it back together; she used to just ask Mickey if anything went wrong with her car when they both worked at Torchwood. 

They rounded the side of the ship to see the Doctor was frowning at a mess of components, a panel he’d apparently removed with the sonic on the ground next to him. He looked up as they approached. “Good! You’re here. I can fix the damaged parts and I’m sure I can help boost the navigation system to ensure you don’t crash again. But I am going to need your help.” He looked at Rose, an apology in his eyes. “Both of you.” 

~*~ 

The Doctor felt terrible for asking–although he hadn’t realized until the forest, it was obvious in retrospect that Rose had thought they were going off on a romantic trip rather than a rescue mission–but Rose was, well, Rose. She cared about everyone, always had done. And she was arm in arm with Zeni as if they were old friends instead of two people who’d just met. 

Rose didn’t miss a beat, nodding. “What do you need us to do?” 

Well, what he really could’ve used was for one of them to nip out to a shipyard to pick up the parts he wanted, but there was no way to do that. Still, he was nothing if not brilliant. “Let’s see,” he said, spinning his sonic screwdriver around in his hand. “I need glass–about three wine bottles’ worth should do it–ten aluminum cans, some old phone chargers or cables, and some lubricant.” 

Rose was clearly not trying to laugh. “You had me until that last one.” 

“Humans–always have your mind on one thing,” he chided, ignoring Rose’s raised eyebrows, knowing full well he was either the one who initiated or an enthusiastic participant whenever it came to the two of them having sex. He cleared his throat. He’d definitely have to make that remark up to her later. “I meant more like petroleum jelly or an auto lubricant.” 

“Alright. I can probably find some so long as I ask the staff. But, Doctor, even if Zeni and I both go, it’s going to take time to get back.” 

‘I have a –” Zeni made a complicated whistle that her wrist translator couldn’t seem to handle. “Would that help?” 

“Oh yes.” He grinned. Then he looked over to Rose, who was staring at him in confusion. “Right, sorry. Zeni said she has something like a snowmobile. Should make it easier to get all the materials I need–no need to snowshoe for an hour. We’ll be able to get this wrapped up quickly and get back to our plans.” He kissed her forehead. ”You’ll see.” 

Then he winced. Although the Doctor didn’t believe in fate, there were some sentences he knew he should really stay away from and “you’ll see” was one of them. 

~*~

Rose held onto Zeni, the snowmobile-like transport humming quietly beneath them as trees whizzed by on either side. The air was cold on her face, whipping strands of hair into her eyes and mouth, but she couldn’t help but laugh. This wasn’t at all what she’d expected her day was going to be like–she’d definitely been picturing spending most of her time with the Doctor in their cabin like the newlyweds they were–although she wasn’t angry about the turn the day had taken. There was something exciting about helping out an alien without having to fill out forms and attend mission briefings…it felt like old times, just the two of them arriving in a new place and doing their best to help. 

The not-snowmobile came to a stop a short walk away from where the first cabins started. Rose slid off the vehicle, pulling the list the Doctor had given her out of her pocket before casting a glance at the sinking sun on the horizon. Night came quickly to Northern Finland at this time of year; they were running out of daylight. “How would you like to do this?” Rose asked. “Should we split up?” 

“I am not a guest. If we split up to find the parts the Doctor needed, do you think anyone will help me?” 

Rose cast an eye over the Tuvalli woman. Her personal perception filter was back in place, so  Zeni looked like a model with her fine-boned features and big blue eyes, her fair blue hair giving her an artsy look. “I think you’ll be alright,” Rose reassured her. “But, if you’re worried about it, how about you get the glass and cans from the hotel restaurant? It’s open to the public.” 

Zeni nodded and they both set off in opposite directions. 

Rose was just tucking several damaged, abandoned cables into her bag–it turned out the receptionist hated to throw anything away and had been gathering them to recycle–when she heard the scream. Zeni . Rose breathlessly offered an apology to the surprised receptionist, then she took off running toward the commotion, hoping she’d get there in time. 

She almost collided with Zeni, who was running too, away from the screams in her case. The Tuvalli woman looked like a bird again and her eyes brimmed with tears. She clutched three empty wine bottles to her like a shield. She didn’t slow when she almost slammed into Rose; Rose didn’t think Zeni even recognized her. The other woman looked so scared. Changing direction as quickly as she could, Rose ran after Zeni. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that a small, greasy man was watching them. And, although she was tempted to go up and demand answers, she needed to get to Zeni. 

Zeni didn’t stop running until she’d reached her transport. “What happened?” Rose asked as gently as she could, breathing hard. The Tuvalli woman had an impressive turn of speed.

In answer, Zeni held up her wrist. The cuff she wore let off a sad little spark. Zeni let out a mournful whistle. 

Okay. New plan. They’d only gotten about half of what the Doctor had wanted, but it would have to do. With Zeni’s disguise and ability to communicate both on the fritz, Rose didn’t want to risk leaving her alien friend alone while she gathered the rest of the materials. Rose pointed to the craft, waved her hand at the two of them, then pointed in the direction Zeni’s ship was in. Zeni nodded emphatically. She opened a little hatch on the not-snowmobile and stowed the wine bottles, giving Rose a chance to tuck the bag with the cables in it as well. 

Then they both got onto Zeni’s transport and were on their way. Rose hung on tight, eyes streaming in the cold. It didn’t take long to get back to the ship. 

The Doctor was waiting for them. As soon as he saw Zeni, his eyes widened. “Oh. Didn’t go according to plan, did it?” 

“Does it ever?” Rose asked ruefully. He gave her a hug. 

Zeni whistled to him and the Doctor fished his sonic out of his pocket. He whistled back to her before casting a cheeky grin at Rose. “She doesn’t think I can fix it.”

“Go on.” 

In just a few minutes, he’d managed to sonic it back together. Zeni held it up wonderingly. “Thank you,” she swore. “I’m not sure what happened. I was getting the wine bottles–everyone was being very kind–and then my perception filter made a crackling sound and suddenly people were screaming and no-one could understand me. Do you think the aurora damaged it too?” 

The Doctor made a face. “Well….” Rose squeezed his arm in warning. He nodded. “Could be. Yeah, could be that.” Then he got that look in eyes again, the one that meant he was about to be either very clever or very rude. Usually both. “Or…it could be that someone else got your message and they came with less altruistic intentions than we do. If, hypothetically, they had an anti-perception filter device, it might be what overloaded your circuits. That would explain the crackle you heard. Then ‘POW!” no more perception filter, no more translator. Did anyone look suspicious?” 

Zeni’s eyes widened and she shook her head. Rose gave him a look. But she paused. “There was one bloke. He was watching us as we left. But he couldn’t have followed us.” 

“Good.” The Doctor nodded. “Well, in that case, all the more reason to get you on your way, Zeni.” 

As they went to get him the glass bottles and cables, Rose just hoped it would be enough. 

~*~

The Doctor looked down at Rose, where she was sleeping under his coat on one of the ship’s little couches. He brushed a strand of her hair back from her face. The only illumination in the space came from Zeni’s glowing eggs in a warming incubator nearby. They shimmered blue and green, like the aurora up above them in the sky they couldn’t see. 

“You two will have offspring of your own one day,” Zeni said softly from behind him. 

He stilled. It hadn’t been a question. The Tuvalli were time sensitive, although most races just called them clairvoyant.  “Is that something you see?” he murmured. 

“Whenever I look at you two. In every timeline.” 

He looked back at Zeni. Tuvalli researchers only ever interfered to help. All that foreknowledge and, unlike the Time Lords, it had only ever made them kind. “Why tell me?” 

“Because, Doctor, I think you’ve been afraid to look.” Her voice was soft. 

“I had a family once. I lost them.” He looked down at Rose, who’d risked everything to get to him again, who was willing to go anywhere as long as it was with him. She hadn’t complained, not once the whole night. All she’d done was help until she’d fallen asleep waiting for him. “I don’t deserve it.” I don’t deserve her. 

“Love isn’t about what we deserve. It just is,” Zeni shared. “All you’ve done since we’ve met is try to help me. So you can’t be all bad. Besides, I’ve seen the way she looks at you. If you believe in nothing else, believe in that.” 

The Doctor let out a breath of laughter. He’d told a being who’d claimed to be the Devil something like that once. “I will,” he promised. “Now, even though I’m brilliant, I need to get some sleep.  I’m so sorry we didn’t get you on your way tonight.” 

Zeni waved her hand. “You will though. That’s what matters.” 

The Doctor leaned down and scooped a sleeping Rose into his arms. She blinked her eyes open, bleary from sleep. Then her gaze softened when she realized it was him. “C’mon, love. Time for bed,” he whispered. 

He held Rose in his lap as Zeni drove them back to the cabin, dropping them off in the forest nearby. Then Zeni went on her way as he carried a sleeping Rose inside, setting her gently on the bed and pulling off her boots before covering her with a blanket. He went to brush his teeth before slipping under the covers beside her. “I love you,” he whispered. As if in answer, Rose unconsciously pulled his arm around her. He kissed her hair. Then he closed his eyes. 

It wasn’t the romantic night they’d been hoping to have, but their trip wasn’t over yet. 

[rattyshipss]

Agggtm/Chucky crossover, Stanley Forbes x reader (Romantic) Pip, Ravi, Connor, and Cara, (Platonic) And Trevor Cain x no one because fuck him

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"So we're going to Incarnate Lord"

"Pip all I said was I found someone there who went to school with the guy, we don't even know if he's a suspect y- ok I guess we're going, of course we're going" Ravi said watching as Pip marched out the front door before following behind her, Cara and Connor not far behind.

"You know this is a long ass drive right? Incarnate Lord is like forever away" Cara said, already fidgeting with Pip's car stereo prepared to be the dj for the ride. "I have a car" Pip said situated in the driver's seat waiting as Ravi and Connor to get in behind them. "Oh yeah we know how well that went last time" Connor said shrinking away as Pip glared at him through the car mirror.

Arriving at Incarnate Lord, after Connor's many bathroom breaks resulting in Cara snack breaks while Ravi kept Pip company in the car with jokes that make Pip think she should've just gone alone. They walked through the wide threshold of the building, getting held up by nuns and almost getting kicked out with Ravi's ill timed nun pun before Pip took over, using her "Sarge charm" to explain the reason for their visit.

"Ah Pippa!" A man in a dark suit and dark rimmed glasses stopped infront of them and introduced himself as father Bryce. "I heard you were looking for me, I'm the headmaster of this glorious academy, I hope you've been welcomed by my sisters hospitality" he gave a warm but tight smile.

"Holy shit a real life priest..." Cara whisper yelled as Connor nudged her side in protest but ended up uncontrollably giggling himself. Pip sighed refocusing her gaze on father Bryce. "Y-yes we had some information we would like to discuss with you if you have a bit of time? It's important"

Father Bryce eyed the teens before straightening his glasses. "Well I do have a class soon but I'm sure sister Ruth can cover my class for something important" "Thank you" Pip smiled nodding towards sister Catherine before the group made their way to follow father Bryce to what Pip assumed must be his office.

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After an, interesting, conversation with father Bryce, he showed the group out back into the main corridor, Pip in her eagerness being the first one in and out of the office as Cara smiled apologetically to father Bryce, stopped, her eyes catching a familiar face.

(Y/n) (Y/ln), Stanley Forbes girlfriend.

They had met briefly before, running into eachother at Stanley's work place at the local paper when she'd brought him lunch or just visited. She knew about Pip and Stanley's history so Pip was always cautious around her, but she was always polite during their interactions, even going as far as telling her about their family dog who was also named Pip, they didn't seem to have the same tension her and Stanley did. Pip didn't have time to even prepare for potential awkward casualties as she was called over. "Pip!" She looked over to see (y/n) smiling over at her and waving. At least she was smiling, that's a good sign right?

"Hello (y/n)" Pip returned the smile walking over to join her. "What are you doing here Pip?" She said looking at her with big eyes, Pip could see why Stanley was drawn to her. "Were solving a murder!" Connor yelled out as him and the rest of the group showed up behind Pip who was now shushing them. "Oh I should've known" (Y/n) giggled at the group of Fairview high students nodding in their direction.

"What about you (Y/n)? Seems like a weird hang out spot" Cara said leaning her chin on Pip's shoulder. "Ah, I'm waiting for Stanley, he had to stop here to get some info for his next issue in the paper, got me coffee to make it worth it though" she said pointing to the to go coffee cup in her hand, most likely from the same coffeeshop Cara worked at and would've ran into them sooner if it wasn't her day off. "AWWWWW" Cara smiled scrunching up her nose with a small smile, chin pressing into Pip's shoulder.

Stanley came into view behind her and Pip and him immediately caught eachothers eye, sharing what could only be described as a half smile. "Hey?" Stanley smiled a bit wider looking over at (Y/n) as he wrapped a free arm around her, his other arm holding some presumably work papers, and kissing her briefly in greeting. "Hey Stanley!" They'd known eachother for long enough, I mean they were dating for god sakes, but she still liked to call him by his full name, Stanley, she said it suits him perfectly. And he could see Cara mouthing "Stanleyyy" in a mock swoon to Ravi. "Pip" Stanley nodded towards the brunette, "What are you doing here?"

"Just business, like I heard you are aswell" Stanley gave (Y/n) a quick wide eyed joking look. "Well your business usually gets you in trouble" causing an awkward shuffle of feet and quiet half laughs from everybody.

Before Pip and Stanley could get lost in the uncomfortable back and forth again, Pip noticed (Y/n)'s eyes trailing off across the room, the little idiosyncrasies she's come to pick up easily. Cara followed Pip's gaze, curious as to what her detective-esk friend noticed. Her eyes landed on a tall blonde haired boy in a uniform, god they had uniforms here?

"Oh god" "Are you allowed to say that near a church?" Ravi tried to lower the simmering discomfort.

"You know him?" Pip nodded towards the boy. "Knock off Draco Malfoy, unfortunately" she replied with a look of disgust on her face Pip was trying to decipher. Before she could explain further the blonde boy caught (Y/n)'s eyes and started to walk over, with a look on his face that made that gnawing feeling in Pips stomach return, the one she always got when something bad was coming.

"(Y/n)!"

Fuck

"I haven't seen you since you got me locked up in this place" Pip started eyeing the both of them harder. "Well I didn't figure you'd be in the mood for visiters Trevor" (Y/n) replied, Pip instantly picking up his name, Trevor. Stanley watched the tight uncomfortable smile spread across his girlfriend's face, even if the tension wasn't as obvious as it is now he'd still be able to tell, he could always tell. "And who's this?" Trevor turned to Pip. Before she either of them could reply Travor continued "Wait aren't you that girl that caused all that chaos last year with that case? All that hurt, all that pain? Those poor families" Trevor put a feighned hand on his heart turning back to (Y/n).

"You mean solve a case?" Pip said now staring fully at Trevor who just scoffed in return. Ravi, the awkward peace maker he is, tried to de esculate. "(Y/n)! You know Trevor?"

(Y/n) was immediately on guard at Trevor involving Pip, she's practically still a child. She straightened up and that smile so big it had to be physically uncomfortable returned and she turned into a completely different person than Pip had run into just a few moments before. "Yeah! We go back a bit, hey did you know he was born with only one testicle?" She said looking towards Stanley afterwards. "Maybe you can include that in the next paper" Cara hid her laugh behind Pip.

"You said you'd never tell"

"Oops"

Trevor looked from (Y/n) to Stanley then back to Pip. "Look, whatever you're here to do, if you wanna succeed in a place like this, you have to put your faith in a higher power" "Thanks, but no thanks" (Y/n) replied for Pip. "We're not really in the market for-" "I'm your higher power" Trevor shot his gaze over to (Y/n). "And if you don't learn that quickly I'll make this place a living hell for you too" (Y/n) avoided the confused and concerned looks from the rest of the group. "Don't do this"

"I own you now, you think this place is bad you fuck up I'll show you how much worse it can get" Stanley was about to cut in before he was cut off by his girlfriend. "No Trevor I don't know where you can get condoms!" The whole group looked towards her confused before hearing a voice yell behind them, looking over and seeing a nun marching over to them. "Trevor Cain!"

"Nice try, but if it makes you feel any better, my situation here couldn't possibly get worse"

Everything was silent afterwards as the nun dragged him away, an uncomfortable but finally calm silence, until Cara broke it "GOD I LOVE THAT BITCH, Stanley, Stan the man your girlfriend's great and if I were her age I'd date her, I fucking love her" Stanley slowly raised his folded hand in reply to Cara holding hers up to his for a fist bump and hesitantly returned the gesture before turning and walking towards the exit, sure to talk over everything that just happened in the car.

Pip and the others leaving a gap between the pair but not far behind, moving past a delivery worker entering with a rectangular donation package.

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QOTNEJGNWMFMAG THIS FIC IS MY BABY😭👉👈💖 If you took the time to read this thank you it really means a lot🥺💖 Rewrite of one of my favorite scenes from Chucky including my other favs Stanley and the others from Agggtm👀💖 Reblogs and comments appreciated but not required!💖

[starrykitty013]

Hi! if you have the time, can you give us some good old fashioned Levi, Strange, Wong and Peter scraps? tysm! hope you're having a good day <33

Sorry for the late reply, break has been kinda hectic.

I am having a pretty good day, I start classes tomorrow (well technically they started today but I don’t have class on Monday this semester which is kinda epic) so I wanted to get my ask box cleared.

Also idk if you meant Loki instead of Levi, if it wasn’t a mistype I’m sorry, but either way this little blurb is more between doctor strange and Peter with a little Wong and Loki.

It takes place after No Way Home and Multiverse of Madness, so yea, idk this is unedited so I’m sorry for any typos but honestly I kinda had fun writing this, I’m surprised I could come up with a Drabble concept without a prompt but ig I felt inspired.

Anyway, sorry for rambling. Here is the Drabble.

Enjoy!

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“Okay, I know how this looks but you have to hear me out before you get mad.”

“I’m very tempted not to listen.” Doctor Strange said, looking completely bemused at the decievingly small child in the red onsie that was holding up a clearly drunk slim demigod that had showed up to his doorstep. He had half a mind to slam the door, but honestly, he was kind of curious and it was a slow day at the sanctum anyway. Spiderman always happened to bring a tad bit of fun wherever he went, but he also tended to bring trouble too - despite the kid having the inability to ask for help unless it was offered, don’t get Strange wrong, Spiderman worked well with others but it wasn’t his default mode; he always had to be prompted into doing so , but then again so did the rest of the hero community. Looks like he decided to cut out the middle man and go straight to the trouble

“Come on, isn’t like part of your code to give people shelter or something.” The kid tried to convince.

“That’s nuns.” He said blandly.

“Really?” the kid Asked innocently Stephan actually wasn’t quite sure about that, he wasn’t very religious.

“Wong won’t be pleased.” Cause inviting the god of mischief \, who already had a spotty track record of steal powerful artifacts, into a sanctum full of forbidden and protected magic did not sound like a good idea on any day, but if said god was drunk. Yeah, Wong would be mad.

But it might be fun.

“How did you even find him like this?” Spiderman tended to find himself in a lot of strange situations, none of which had any sort of protocol. Then again, Spiderman wasn’t really known for following any sort of rules given to him. A trait that had Stephan a little envious at sometimes, because despite his rigid discipline that is required to learn and maintain the mystic arts, Spiderman is still somehow more morally stable in most regards while having virtually no discipline.

The boy shrugged his shoulders. “I dunno. I just found him outside the old Stark tower like this when I went to investigate a like minor explosion? Which, isn’t crazy that we’ve gotten so used to people falling out of the sky as a society, that no one even mentions it. Like-“ Stephan held up a hand to stop the ramble while they weren’t too deep - though the kid did make a good point - but he knew Spiderman could ramble on for hours if given the chance.

“Why can’t you just take him to your place?” Stephan asked with a raised brow. At that Spidey went a tad stiff in the shoulder before purposefully relaxing. It was odd, that he didn’t know Spiderman’s identity, they had literally saved the universe together and potentially the multi-verse, although for some reason parts of Stephan’s memories from that event were a little hazy. But one thing is for sure, Spiderman knew more than he was letting on. Despite his iron clad secrecy, the kid was incredibly bad at lying. Stephan has tried to confront him, somehow the conversation always got changed. He stopped because it was fruitless. The kid may be bad at lying but goddamn does he have tight lips.

“My landlord probably wouldn’t like that and besides,” Spiderman gestured to the expanse of the sanctum at whole “You were closer and I think you can handle any…mishaps? God that word makes me sound old. “ Never mind that Stephan used that word quite frequently, especially when describing America’s training. Actually in regards to America’s training, Wong has started using it quite frequently too. Maybe she and Spidey could get along. He banished the though because Teen heroes are literally trouble magnets wherever they go, putting two together would probably set off some kind of natural disaster that would devastate half the world and people were still recovering from the snap, without even taking into regard the blip and seriously who was in charge of naming that. “Anyway, yeah you can handle any magical mishaps that may occur.”

“Fine.” The Doctor relented. Better to keep the threat secure rather than let it wonder off with one of the most notorious trouble attracting teens in the universe. He opened the door more to invite them in. Spiderman just stood their awkwardly. “Well?” Stephan raised a brow and Spidey shifted his feet slightly.

“Actually, uhm, I can’t stay. Sorry, I don’t mean to dump this on you. But you probably know how to contact Thor and stuff so maybe you could call him. I’m sorry I really have to go.” And the kid franticly pushed the demigod toward Stephan who barely had time to react as a body drunkly stumbled towards him.

“How dare you, do you know who I am?” Loki exclaimed in a slurred tone.

“What the hell kid?” Stephan exclaimed but when he turned to look back at the door, Spiderman was gone.

“Where did the spider child go? He has vanished, like a witch.” The god demanded. Stephan ignored him as he furrowed his brow in the direction of the now empty doorway. Something was really off about that boy. But he guesses if he had been in the hero game as long as Spiderman has, and are still a kid, he would have some odd quirks too. But Spiderman operated solo, and he knows that he doesn’t really work or answer to anybody. Still, with all his secrets, being that socially isolated from your peers must be stunting to some sort of mental development. Sure, he’s seen Spidey work with other heroes occasionally and more often work with other vigilantes, but no one his own age, cause seriously if that kid is older than 19 Stephan will voluntarily do maintenance for the mirror dimension for a whole year. Besides, he doesn’t think people like Deadpool are the best influences to hangout with, but the kid has a good head on his shoulders so Stephan isn’t too worried about him becoming that type of menace.

And that’s another thing: since when did he care about that kid. Sure they’ve fought together, they’ve saved countless universes together, but Stephan doesn’t even know what the kid’s name is. So why does he care about his wellbeing this much? It’s like, subconscious. Stephan doesn’t really like that thought.

He heard a sigh from behind him and turned to look at Wong, who just looked done as he took in the scene. Oh, the joys of being Sorcere Supreme. When you clean up one fuck up another shows up at your doorstep. Yeah, Strange didn’t miss that part of the job, that’s for sure.

“I’ll contact New Asgard.” He sighed and Doctor Strange took that as his opportunity to shove Loki off him.

“You insolent wench, I will-“

Stephan just walked away.

Maybe the kid could use a few friends his own age. Even if it might cause the end of the world.

Maybe, just maybe, it would be a little worth it.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a new citizen in Mount Phoenix:

          Kwon Yohan, a 26 year old son of Hermes.           He is a bookie at The Pits.

FC NAME/GROUP: Kim Gunhak „Leedo“ / Oneus CHARACTER NAME: Kwon Yohan, also known as „Yuri“ AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 26.07.1997 PLACE OF BIRTH: Busan, South-Korea OCCUPATION: bookie at the pits HEIGHT: 1,79m WEIGHT: 67 kg DEFINING FEATURES: muscular, pierced ears, a small scar slightly above the bridge of his nose and several other scars all over his body

PERSONALITY: Yohan is a man of few words. He learned early on that speech is silver and silence is golden. As an orphan, he never had high expectations of life and is satisfied with the simple things in life. Privately he is not interested in accumulating wealth, while professionally he always strives to make the greatest possible profit. He's used to putting on a serious/poker face and not showing his emotions, so he may seem aloof or scary at first, but he's actually just a nice guy. True to the motto: hard shell, soft core. HISTORY: Yohan was one of those unnamed children, whose parents were unknown and probably just dumped outside a police station or hospital after birth. He was consigned to care to the Church as all state institutions had no more bed for him. He was raised in an orphanage by nuns in the south of the country in a rural area.

He was given his name at the orphanage using a list of the most common surnames and Christian first names, simply which name was next in line. The nuns were strict, not really affectionate, and there was only little to eat, as the region was one of the poorer areas and the orphanage lived largely on donations. In addition, the orphanage was not exactly welcomed by the villagers, since the children were considered troublemakers.

It was not uncommon for the orphans to steal food or to pick pocket in the village, when they were older. Yohan was a versed pickpocket and lock picker himself, first only the locks of the pantry of the orphanage and later also the locks of grocery stores and houses of the village to steal food for the younger ones. It went well for a while until he was 15 and tried to steal the wallet from the wrong person's pocket. Before he even knew what was going on, he found himself in the car of the local crime boss, who offered him to join the gang so he could use his talent for stealing for their cause.

It was common practice for criminal gangs to recruit orphans as members, as they could often be won over quickly with food and accommodation and had no future prospects for their lives. For Yohan, joining the gang was a means to an end to escape life in the orphanage. At the age of 15 he moved to Busan, dropped out of school, got his first gang tattoo on his back and a new name "Yuri". A psychological trick to bind the orphans even more to the gang. In Busan, he was mainly involved in pickpocketing and trickeries in tourist areas.

As he quickly discovered, the criminal gang belonged to one of the larger gangs in Seoul and at the age of 18 he was sent to Seoul, where he worked as a debt collector for one of the underbosses. Around this time he also took up boxing and weight training, and later martial arts, more out of necessity than interest as Seoul was a tougher place and it was not uncommon for him to become involved in street fights. The boss was quite happy with him and he quickly made a name for himself, but little did he know at the time that he was using his powers to get debtors to pay off their debts.

As his reputation with the boss expanded, so did his responsibilities. Not only did he collect debt, but he was also partly responsible for lending money at inflated interest rates and training gang members. His life was turned upside down four years ago when he was introduced to a woman he was set to start working with. To say they didn't like each other from the start was an understatement. He can't remember exactly when dislike turned into something else, but when they ended up in bed together after one of their usual arguments, it wasn't long before he could only think about her, although he couldn't admit it.

Over time, it quickly became clear that they could neither live together nor without each other. They sabotage each other, but always end up together in the end. You could say their relationship was toxic, but it was also constant. That's why he didn't believe her when she said after a fight on Valentine's Day this year that she would leave him for good and never come back. By the time he realized it, it was too late and he was devastated.

He drank too much, was irritable despite his calm nature, and all too often ended up in a fight he provoked. He was on a downward spiral and when he hit rock bottom he met the person who offered him a way out. He'd never thought there was any chance of getting out of the gang alive, so the offer to try a fresh start in Mount Phoenix sounded very tempting, even if he didn't know what to make of this whole ‚city of gods‘ thing.

PANTHEON: Greek CHILD OF: Hermes POWERS: Nimble and clever, often skilled in business (particularly trade/deals), athletics and stealing. Good at pickpocketing and picking locks. Very versatile and adaptable. Minor belief inducement power. STRENGTHS: calm, highly focused at work, tough WEAKNESSES: no trust in others, cannot ask for help, uncommunicative

[tooxldtorememxer]

@iomadachd wrote: “Why are you still here?! Why won’t you just leave?! Why won’t you just leave me like everyone else?!” - Dewdrop @ Papa

When he’d gone outside to enjoy his coffee in some relative peace he had not expected to run into Dew so close after practice. Most of all, he had not expected to find him in *such a state. He had called upon him to get the ghoul’s attention, afraid he would get his head bitten off if he sat down on the bench next to him without making himself known first. Something like not spooking a horse when you got close to it. What he had been met with was a hurl of words thrown at his face but, not necessarily, at him personally. He sometimes forgot that the ghoul had gone through quite a lot before he’d arrived.

“I-” he just stood there for a few moments, his coffee still in hand with his little t-rex arms that only ever appeared when he felt awkward or uncomfortable. Okay… okay he could do one of two things. he could go back inside and leave him there to get someone else or he could go to him himself. As a show of good faith and to prove that he wouldn’t just run away from him he moved forward and slowly took a seat on the other end of the bench, contemplating what to say.

“I’m not - I’m not going to just up and leave you, Dewdrop,” or anyone of them. He rarely used the full name. “And if I do, sometime in the future perhaps, it won’t be by choice,” he drummed his fingers against the metallic traveller's mug as he looked at him, his lips pressed together with tension. “I don’t think anyone of them did,” he said softly and looked down at the cup in his hands. He knew that for a fact, actually. “I’m here now, for you, for them,” he pointed over his shoulder with his thumb, meaning specifically the other ghouls “For all of them,” the whole fucking list of followers, siblings, monks and nuns. “Also I kind of also live here so.. where would I go? Hehe,” he silenced himself with a drink of his coffee. Perhaps not the best time for a joke but he needed to let out some tension.

“I also need you, you know,” he added more seriously. “I don’t want to leave you. We're a team, you and I. A great one!” his relationship with Aether was all good and dandy, but his relationship with Dew had changed and developed the most over the years and he was very fond of the ghoul and their friendship now. He would hate to lose him, either by him being banished or Copia himself leaving the only life he’d ever known behind for a different one.

[farfromstrange]

Preview for tonight's chapter of Foreigner's God (m.m)

After I have been on hiatus for far too long, I finally managed to schedule the chapter for 12pm European time. I'm way too lazy to calculate that into any of the other time zones on this big ass planet so most of y’all will wake up to a surprise tomorrow. My humblest apologies.

Anyway, enjoy this little excerpt from chapter six (It's called Ivy in honor of Taylor shipping out my Midnights Vinyl yesterday). You might read this and think: Wait a minute, I recognize the vibe! Well, you're right. She-Hulk has got me feeling some kind of way, so I added some finishing touches to this chapter because I realized I'm the writer, so I can make them do whatever I want and no one can stop me. God, I love this.

this is the mf i imagine right now

Steve Rogers was, in fact, not the king of insomnia. He went to bed at eight pm every day and got up around five in the morning to work out. Seven hours of sleep were a perfect balance, he had once told her. Especially for a man his size. He made himself a habit out of trying to teach the other Avengers what a healthy lifestyle could look like. Sleep, work out, shower, eat breakfast, go on missions, read a book, then repeat. 

If he had been anywhere near as technologically talented as Tony or anyone else living as a functioning human being in the twenty-first century without having been frozen for more than five decades, he would have made a PowerPoint presentation. She didn’t doubt, not for a second, that Steve Rogers would’ve used an Apple Watch to track his progress if he had known even remotely how it works. But the man struggled to even man a phone with a touch screen, so the modern technology wasn’t exactly something you would see him walking around with. 

Maybe if you would have listened to him, you could be living your hot girl influencer life right now instead of looking like hell on wheels. 

Eliza frowned at herself. Sleep deprivation at its finest. She saw herself talking to an invisible audience. Not that an audience of any kind would care about her shit show of life, but it was cute to think so, especially for her common sense to drop such inspirational quotes in the middle of something that appeared to be an impending argument. Another one. 

Matt scoffed. He pressed a hand to his mutilated torso and pushed himself further up the couch until his back was finally fully pressed against the backrest. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he said, “but if you truly believe that, you’re delusional. You’re not helping your case.”

“I’m not trying to.” She shrugged. “Maybe mind your own business. You believe God made you blind. Which one of us is actually delusional?”

“You’ve fought aliens and you think God is such a far-off character?”

“But why would he make you blind?”

“Because this is who I’m supposed to be!”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Fighting criminals at night with a Halloween costume is not a task mentioned in the Bible! God would never ask that of anyone because it looks stupid.” 

“Stupid? Have you seen yourself?”

“As a matter of fact, I have. I look like shit most of the time because yes, Sir Daredevil, I’m a mess. I don’t sleep. I forget to eat most of the time and maybe, just maybe, I could use a little bit of sun. Would ruin my go-to character of sexy Dracula on Halloween, but nonetheless,” she said and slapped her mug on the living room table, causing the wood to vibrate, “I am a hot mess. That’s why the sexy Dracula works. And the sexy nun, but I’m not opening this up to a Catholic with a savior complex.” 

He looked flabbergasted. “What?” he quipped, “That doesn’t make any sense.”

“My point is, at least my suit was overlooked by a designer who knows what he’s doing.”

“Tony Stark doesn’t appear to know what he’s doing, Eliza.”

“You wouldn’t know because you can’t see, Matthew!” 

“Using blindness as an argument against me? Low blow.”

She cocked her head to the side. “Can you see?”

“No,” he retorted. 

“Then how is it a low blow to state the truth?”

“I- okay, you know what, sure. You win. Congratulations.” He was fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “You want a reward for whatever the hell that was?”

Eliza grunted. “Oh, fuck you!”

“If you’re offering.”

[notedchampagne]

PLEASE tell us about your homestuck tlt au. (<- completely insane longtime hs enjoyer and more recent tlt fan)

reference to gideon/harrow the ninth spoilers under the cut! this is a very long post

okay so i havent actually fleshed anything out well enough because i LOVE just throwing shit at the wall until it sticks but there are a few pointers:

i DO think vrisrezi would be the most interesting in this because their dynamic is also very similar to griddlehark, and both of them would more or less die for each other/kill each other. considering their in-canon forever space chase trying to interpret that to tlt parameters makes me craaaazy. i think in this case terezi fits the cavalier ideal much better, with both of them being either second or fourth house since those are The soldier-machine houses. however i am thinking about it too literally.

third house would be sexyyyy with vrisrezi too

also i know everyone says griddlehark is davekat adjacent but holy shit the vrisrezi tones im getting from them. the chasing the reaching the insufferable agony of never being able to get to your best friend and worst enemy ever again. are you hearing this??

i think karkats a fail necromancer hes fucking PATHETIC he is either ninth or fourth house and wishes he was second soooo bad. this bitch is either the silly little bone priest outcast and fucking HATES it or he is raised in- again, baby soldier human cannon fodder-making planet- and STILL wishes he was better. he wants to be a lyctor so bad and while blinded by his wet dream of wanting to serve the emperor, never once considered the consequences of being immortal.

it would be interesting if he achieves whatever harrow mentioned when she half-digested "ortus", and becoming half a lyctor. i need his consequences to kick him miserably in the ass. whoever his cavalier is is yet to be determined it would be SO fucked up if it was dave though wouldnt it be (giggling) it would be so fucked up and insane that they, the pairing known for being similar and codependent enough to be one person daveandkarkat, karkatanddave, would end up being consumed into one person only for karkat to end up with the torment of having to face himself alone for the rest of his life? wouldnt that be awesome

ive also thought about what would happen if someone had consumed a cavalier, but not theirs. ideally it should be their cav so that their soul would go willingly but ianthe and babs showed that isnt necessarily the case

thus i present: feferi would be like if corona was a necromancer and i know eridan would be her naberius but! but! it would be interesting if sollux and eridan got into a duel paralleling murderstuck and in solluxs casualty feferi consumes Him

aradia, sollux, and equius 8th house, rose and dirk 6th house, glasspits 5th house, kanaya either 7th or a 9th house nun maybe, i also wanna keep the strilondes together but i think roxy would just be really really funny if she was in the 9th house with dave. if i were thinking about them singularly shed be in 7th

aradia and rose are both harranthe. at the same time. both of them. i believe in it

[merakiui]

That babytrap yan!venti idea you had awhile back got me thinking ~~

Let's pretend Venti's identity as Barbatos is revealed to Monstadt. He's constantly being showed love, praise and worship then before and practically has the entire city wrapped around his finger. Nun!reader is a simple, nornal church girl who manages to catch Venti 's attention--and he not only does he set his sights on obtaining her, but he makes it known. Like throughout monstadt nun is known to be the object of Lord Barbatos affection, there's no escaping it. He writes poems, sings melodies about her...and poor reader is constantly reminded and pressured by the citizens of the fact. "Our lord adores you so much, why do you refuse his affections? Anyone would be lucky to have his attention " Even if darling really does not want it or is uncomfortable with it.

Fast forward--somehow, Venti manages to get her to bear his child (whether it is by force, manipulation, bargaining) and decides her being pregnant with his baby isn't enough--he wants to take it a step further

Marriage.

He' has it all planned out, during a festival or during one of his performances, he'll pop the question right in front of all monstadts people, who are looking on with eagerness and excitement as their God proposes. So now Darling is in a difficult position. There's no way she can refuse Lord Barbatos, not in front of all those people. And not only that she's pregnant out of wedlock. A complete disgrace to be pregnant and unmarried, an awful, unloyal undeserving follower for rejecting her God. So she's forced to accept his proposal...

Because Venti is manipulative enough to do something like that, not only get his darling pregnant but use the love his people has for him to his advantage as well. You have the guilt trip tactics from him and the pressure from Monstadt in order to marry him.

And that makes it even more difficult to escape. Not only with the baby, but the fact that Barbatos has the loyalty of his people everywhere, who would surely not allow the wife of Barbatos to leave Monstadt grounds.

So basically...Darling is stuck. Baby trapped and coerced and pressured into marrying her 'God'

(This was alot sorrrrrry I just wanted to get this idea out my head. Hopefully it doesn't sound to choppy xD)

(cw: yandere, pregnancy, female reader, baby-trapping, unhealthy relationship)

It’s such a heavy burden, too—hearing all of the expectations the city and its inhabitants have for you and being unable to truly escape all of it. To carry such an ‘honor’ is exhausting, especially if it’s not something you even want to fulfill. All it takes is one night and the news of your pregnancy getting out, courtesy of Lord Barbatos and his bottomless joy, and suddenly everyone wants to associate with you. It’s not as if you don’t talk to lots of people. You have your fair share of friends and acquaintances, and you’re on good terms with the sisters of the church. Although somehow it feels like you stand out in comparison to them. Maybe it’s due to the fact that the god they worship has chosen you as his favorite, thus forcing you to bear his child for the sake of his own twisted infatuation.

You can’t help but lose faith as the days pass and more people continue to congratulate you on your pregnancy, going on and on about how it must be an honor to have been Barbatos’s ‘chosen one.’ Perhaps they can’t see what you see, or maybe they choose to remain ignorant because it helps them sleep better at night. Nevertheless, no one’s reached out to help you yet. You don’t expect them to. After all, you were practically a nameless sister before any of this. Now the whole city knows of your existence and name. You can’t get over it and you’re not sure you ever will, especially not when the god who calls himself ‘Venti’ feels it’s necessary to show you off to his beloved Mondstadt.

[eirikaanemo]

Can You Keep A Secret?

Warnings: imprisonment, mentions of starvation and sickness

Note: I haven't actually played Dvalin's quest but I tried to keep it as close to canon as possible. Feel free to leave a comment or message me if you see something wrong.

Venti x GN!Reader

1.9k Words

Your soulmate is secretly Barbatos... now what?

Everyone has a soulmate. And everyone is born knowing your soulmate's biggest secret. For most people it’s really unhelpful, but for some people it helps them find their soulmate. You’re in the latter group, because yours gives you a name.

You've known your whole life that your soulmate is secretly Barbatos. It's… interesting, to say the least. Of course you'd never dare to tell anyone. Thankfully, asking someone what their soulmate’s secret is isn’t very common. It’s considered to be very rude, so no one asks you what your secret is. They'd think you're crazy!

Barbatos hasn't been around for centuries and you're a mortal. This is the sort of thing you would read about in trashy romance novels! But even though it’s crazy and kind of overwhelming, you know it's true. You don't know if he'd ever accept you or want to be with you, in fact, you’re pretty sure he won’t, but you want to try.

Once that’s settled, you just have to find him. If he's anywhere, it's probably the city of Mondstadt. That’s where he seems to have shown up the most in the past, after all. So you move to Mondstadt. It’s a nice place and the people are friendly. Finding a job with the Knights of Favonius was fairly easy and it paid pretty well.

Unfortunately, the 'Storm-terror' problem starts shortly after you move. He throws the whole city into chaos the first time, and then proceeds to keep doing it regularly. The fear is all encompassing, but that's fine, you try to convince yourself. It will all be worth it when you find him. ‘If you find him’, your traitorous mind whispers.

It's been months, a year even, and you're starting to lose hope. How were you expecting to find Barbatos anyway? Shout from the rooftops for him to reveal himself and whisk you away? He hasn't been around for a long time and you knew that. And to be honest, at this point you've given up.

Going home is the logical thing to do, it’s where your family is after all. But you stay because you made yourself a home here. You have friends: Jean, Lisa, and Kaeya. You have come to love the city: music, freedom, and camaraderie. Well, you love the city except for the 'Storm-terror' attacks. Those aren't very lovable.

What concerns you the most though is that 'Storm-terror' is a dragon. And dragons trend to be important (like, archon important). But no one seems to remember this one. So you research. You visit the cathedral and speak with some nuns. You dedicate some time to listening to bard’s tales, asking them if they know any songs about dragons. One does, and it's surprisingly informational. You spend time at the library, pouring through book after book. And after all this investigation, you've come to the conclusion that 'Storm-terror' is actually Dvalin of the Four Winds. Not that anyone actually believes you

It didn't stop you from telling people your theory though, and being more respectful in how you refer to him, despite all the damage he's caused. Eventually they do start considering it and the city starts catching on. If you keep doing this, you may be able to change the city's perspective of and reaction to Dvalin.

The abyss mage catches on to this, and he just can't let that happen. It could compromise the whole plan. So one day he has Dvalin abduct you and locks you up. And true to your luck, this happens out of the blue while you’re taking a walk that you’d finally convinced Jean to go on with you. Which, of course, reverses all your progress and makes the situation even worse than it was before. Incidentally, this also does the exact opposite of what you’d been trying to do by stressing out poor Jean more.

The abyss mage doesn’t care about anything other than making sure you’re not able to go back to Mondstadt. The mage does not care about human necessities. Who cares if you die? Not him. He hates humans. It's kind of part of his job description.

Your prison is where Dvalin retreats to when not attacking. And the mage has to go report to someone else sometimes, giving you opportunities to speak with Dvalin. He never responds to you, but you can tell he eventually starts listening. You start by rambling about various subjects; then talking about how you know he's Dvalin, and that you're sorry he was being treated like he was, once you know he is listening. Because while you don’t know the whole situation, you know that he feels hurt by how humans have treated him.

After several days of talking to him, he slowly starts warming up to you. It’s a strange sort of bond that grows stronger as time goes on. He starts responding and the two of you actually have conversations instead of just you talking. Eventually you even mention how you know your soulmate is actually Barbatos and that you've kind of given up finding him.

He gives a thoughtful hum, lets you vent out your feelings, tries to think of an appropriate response, then allows you to drop the subject once you’ve worn yourself out emotionally. It’s becoming obvious that your health, physical, mental, and emotional, is degrading faster as time goes on.

One day Dvalin and the mage both disappear for longer than usual. After the mage makes sure you won’t be able to escape, of course. It’s not like you would’ve been able to leave anyway. At that point you’re not able to do much at all.

Little did you know that only Dvalin would be returning. They ended up facing the traveler and their companions in battle, and Dvalin was freed from the mage’s influence. The first thing Dvalin does is take them to help "the one decent human, that he actually cares about". You're in bad shape at this point, starving, sick, and weak. But you’re aware enough to hear Jean call your name and feel someone gather you in their arms before blacking out.

When you wake up you're at the cathedral and are feeling much better. Certainly you are not fully recovered, that will take weeks. That one bard who was able to play you a song about Dvalin is always there. You vaguely remember him being there when you were found. He doesn’t really interact with you much, he’s just kind of there, but he does play peaceful music that helps you fall asleep when you’re struggling to rest.

Then the day comes for you to go home. They’ve done all they can for you and you’re past the worst of it. But you’re well enough to be out and about. “Now you take care of yourself,” Barbara lectures you. “Don’t push yourself, get plenty of rest, drink lots of water, and eat three square meals a day, got it?”

“Got it,” you confirm. “Thank you for taking care of me, I really appreciate your help.” She smiles, wishes you well, and returns to the cathedral. You take a moment to breathe and just appreciate being back home, free of your prison and the small cathedral room they’d kept you in while treating you.

Taking a deep breathe you start on your way home. “Hey!” You hear someone exclaim behind you. “Could you hold on a second?” Turning around, you see the bard quickly excusing himself from a street performance before running to catch up to you. Once he’s caught up, he gives you a smile.

“Hi! I’m Venti the bard! Would you be willing to speak with me about something? It’s kind of private so we would need to go to windrise or something, but you’ll want to hear this, I promise.” He says. “Alright,” you agree, “but I can’t make it all the way to windrise. Would my home do? I live alone so we’ll have privacy.” He nods, “that’ll work great!”

The walk home is quiet but comfortable. The bard’s content to hum a tune as he follows you through the streets. Soon you’re home, unlocking the door to let you and your guest in. You lead him over to the couch where you both sit down. “So,” you say, “what did you want to talk about?”

“Well, I was talking with Dvalin a day or so after we freed both of you and he said you mentioned you came to Mondstadt searching for your soulmate. And that you said your soulmate’s biggest secret, the one that you know, is that they’re Barbatos,” he explains. You feel a pang of betrayal at Dvalin’s actions and some guilt for sharing your soulmate’s secret in the first place.

It probably showed on your face because he quickly spoke up again. “He didn’t just tell me for no reason though. You see, I am Barbatos. I’m your soulmate.” Your head, which had been drooping with the weight of your emotions suddenly shot up as you fumbled for a response.

Apparently that showed too because he continued, “And I’m sorry I made it so hard for you to find me. I’m sorry I almost made you give up on me. Most of my waking time is spent incognito so I can watch over everyone while not being put in a position of authority. I didn’t anticipate meeting you ”

There’s a moment or two of silence as you gather your thoughts. “It’s okay,” you assure him. “I understand why you did what you did and I’ll never hold it against you. How were you supposed to know I was even born yet, not to mention that I’ve been in the area searching for you.”

You take another moment or two to gather your wits. “I will also understand if you don’t want to do anything about this,” you state. “I don’t want you to feel forced into having a relationship with me if you don’t want to. The last thing I’d want to do is be responsible for making you miserable. And that’s not to mention how you’re an archon and I’m just a mortal.”

Your talking speeds up as you start rambling, losing control of the conversation as you feel more and more nervous. Once you realize you’re rambling you shut your mouth with a click. “Sorry about that,” you mutter. “I do that sometimes when I’m nervous.”

When you chance a glance at him, he honestly looks a little offended but mostly just really sad. “Is- is that really what you think I think about this?” He asks softly. “Because it’s not. I absolutely want this. I absolutely want you. I’ve been looking forward to this moment for millenia and I wouldn’t give this up for the world.”

He reaches over and slowly, hesitantly, so as to give you time to escape if you want, gathers you into his arms. You realize that he’s the one who picked you up to bring you home. Your ear rests against his chest as lean against him, and his heart skips a beat as you gently grab one of his hands and kiss it. “I’m glad,” you breathe. “I’m glad too,” he voices softly.

You yawn, feeling the exhaustion from your journey home and the rest of the day hit you. He pulls you close and whispers in your ear, “Sleep well, my cecilia, I’ll be here when the sun comes up and when you wake up.” You fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat.

[cheelduh]

How to get your crush to walk you to the nurse’s office (Highschool AU)

This is part 3, but it can be read alone!

Pairing: Childe x fem!reader

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of a monster schlong, and unedited.

Parts: 1 2

Synopsis: Childe offers Lisa a shady deal to yet again sit next to you. However, all his efforts are in vain after he makes a complete fool out of himself by tripping over literally nothing because of a stupid cold. Maybe getting a cold isn’t so bad if he gets to be escorted to the nurse’s office by none other than yourself.

Note: Pure unedited crack luvs. Can’t wait for Childe rerun tmr I hope I get the ginger and the emo nun! 🥲💖

The eyes on you are suffocating, to say the least, enough for you to consider peeling a layer of your own skin off just to breathe. Every now and then, you get a teasing glance from a classmate, and you're sure you'll be an entire puddle of guts on your desk before home room even gets a chance to begin.

There's no doubt it's Signora that spread the news of your date yesterday as a means to some sick revenge. Knowing this was going to happen, you packed some salt in your backpack to cancel out all her evil. Now all you need is a chance to knuckle ball it in her face.

Fingers crossed, you pray to the archons that Childe didn't slip anything about your...brick slip yesterday. It's a good thing you weren't in a school uniform yesterday because that would've been the end of your high school life right there.

Thinking back to it, you collapse into your open hands. How could you have beaten a bunch up losers up...risking your flawless reputation for a sadistic ginger with an affinity for chaos? And worst of all, why did you care about them shit talking him in the first place?

"You okay dear? Something you want to tell me?" Lisa feigns concern, already knowing why.

With a sigh, you blink an eye open through the gap in your fingers. "Doing just fine."

"Oh it couldn't have been that bad." Her eyes shine in mischief. "I bet Childe was a real gentleman."

"He sure was." Kaeya pipes up from the back, leaning in to show you the image on his phone. It's a picture Childe took of you absolutely oblitering an ice cream cone.

You groan and slump deeper into your chair from embarrassment as Kaeya and Lisa engage in chatter, mostly revolving around your date.

Ignoring them completely, you start to ponder about Childe. Where is he? You were sure he'd be here bright and early to reminisce on your eventful date yesterday, which mostly consisted of a competition of who could win the most stall games at a local festival.

Maybe he'd even tease you about the Monoceros Caeli keychain attached to your phone. The very one he'd won for you, and the reason that started the competition in the first place.

Your cheeks warm when you fidget with said keychain, and you can't tell if the fast pace of your heart is because you're nervous to see him or because of the biology quiz you have second period.

So wrapped up in all these foreign emotions, you fail to notice the shadow that looms over you, a glittery finger guard tapping at your desk.

The student council President, Ningguang, plops down a stack of budget files on your desk during homeroom. She's gives you a light smile, and you know what's coming when you meet her alluring gaze.

"Be a dear Y/N," Ningguang smiles, tight lipped, all pretty with her hair pinned back to crown her face. "Even with all hands on deck, i'm afraid the student council's efforts will not come to ripeness concerning all of this paperwork."

This isn't the first time you've done her a favour by becoming the president's personal accountant, and it definitely isn't going to be the last.

Ningguang is powerful, with wit like no other, and you want to be able to call in a chit when the time comes.

"Of course," You reply with a smile that rivals her own. "I'll have them done by the end of the day."

"Excellent. I knew I could count on you, Y/N." She departs elegantly, probably opting to sit next to Beidou and bicker.

You're halfway on the third sheet for total income, a minute before class starts, when you're interrupted. Childe stumbles through the door quite noisily, a shitstain of a grin plastered on his face that is directed at you.

You sigh and shake your head as he approaches you. Thankfully the seat next to you is occupied by—

Shit! Where's Lisa?

Across the classroom, Lisa gives you a thumbs up with a bar of vending machine chocolate in her hand. You should've known she'd betray you yet again.

Childe slides in smoothly after bumping fists with Kaeya, and he falls short of containing his giddy nature.

"Hi Y/N." There's something weird about him today, because you're sure you haven't seen his cheeks so flushed ever. His eyes land on your phone, which is splayed on the desk, and the keychain widens his grin.

You snatch your phone and hide it in the middles of your thighs, but the damage is already done. The urge to shrink against the wall has never been as strong as it is in this moment.

"Hi." It's a miracle you haven't combusted on the spot. Is it usually this awkward? Everything went so fine yesterday, so why can't you ease into it today?

He takes that as a go ahead and instantly reaches for your hand on the table, but you retract at the speed of light.

"Don't even think about it." You're ready to connect the tip of your trainers to his bleached asshole, nose crinkled at his behaviour.

Kaeya whistles lowly, leaning forward for the HD show that is your life.

Childe's smile is sheepish as he's scratching the back of his head. "So we're not on that stage yet huh? I seriously thought you had a change of heart after you beat up those high schoolers for m—"

You muffle his statement with a hand on his mouth, and send a pointed glare to Kaeya. "You didn't hear shit."

The Captain of the skating team nods innocently, and salutes. "Yes boss."

Returning your gaze to Childe, who looks like he's having the time of his life with your small hand on his mouth, you narrow your eyes. "Stop trying to spread rumours."

He can only hum in reply, but you feel a weird pressure on your palm and—

The smug asshole kisses your palm.

You pull back your hand and wipe at your pants, full of disbelief. "Did you just??? Did you just? Kiss my hand???" Mouth twisted, you have no idea what to think.

Childe's throws his head back, and his laugh rings in your ears. You hate yourself for wavering slightly at the sound before smacking his arm. His laughs turn into coughs, probably because he may have swallowed his saliva down the wrong pipe. Charming.

Where the fuck is Zhongli? It's already been five minutes too long into homeroom.

Rolling your eyes, you opt to continue and scribble down budget numbers and add sums up or whatever you were doing earlier after Childe pipes down, choosing to admire you quietly by leaning his weight on one arm. It's enough to make you squirm, face flushed.

"Can you not?" Clicking your tongue in disapproval, you don't look up as you speak.

"If you give me a kiss, then maybe." Childe's cheeky, ridiculously so, and he points a finger at his cheek.

"I don't negotiate with terrorists." You deadpan, fingers itching to choke something or rather...someone.

Childe pouts, and then his eyes close for a second, almost as if he's exhausted when he gives you a sort of smile. With how he's leaning in so close, you can easily spot the swelling in his eyes and the paleness of his face.

For the first time today, there's no bite in your tone when you ask with a slightly raised brow. "Are you okay Childe?"

"Yeah!" He's quick to answer ecstatically, snapping out of his tired haze by straightening himself up. "Better more than ever now that I've seen you, girlie."

You blush madly, the compliment enough for you to drop your pen on the ground. It rolls over beyond your reach.

"I'll get that." Childe jumps out of his chair and you're unable to stop him as he goes to go fetch your pen like the chivalrous idiot he is. There's a slight pause in his movement, his body taking longer to process the messages his brain is sending.

He recovers from the muddle in his cognition by shaking his head, and casually goes to pick up the pen, then ends the move by falling over backwards in unconsciousness.

"Childe!" You lunge for him, managing to catch him a second prior to his ass hitting the floor with the help of Kaeya, who somehow looks like he's expected this outcome from the very start.

The entire classroom clamps up and turns to look for the root of all the commotion.

"Don't just sit there and watch!" You hiss angrily, waving them off. "Someone get Zhongli!"

Aether doesn't need to be told twice as Venti and him race down the hall together. Venti probably just to use this opportunity of sudden chaos to skip homeroom.

"Looks like a fever." The Captain accesses the situation as a small crowd forms around you two. "There's no way he didn't feel it in the morning."

"The absolute idiot." You groan at his words. "Of course he'd try to have a pissing match with a cold."

"I'm still here you know." Childe slurs, leaning into you for warmth, chest rising and falling softly. "Just a...a little sleepy. Am I dreaming angel?"

You roll your eyes, but don't make any moves to lean away from his touch. "Anyone got a water bottle?" Curling your hands around his shoulder, you shift your gaze towards the crowd.

Somebody passes you an emerald green water bottle with dandelion charms that clink against the hard plastic handle from a nearby desk. It screams stupid, but you don't have time to judge the owner.

Opening it up hastily, you're about to let Childe take a sip until it's snatched away from you at the speed of light.

"Hey what gives!" You call out to Kaeya, who inspects the bottle closely with his one eye. He then nods in affirmation as if his suspicions are confirmed.

"I wouldn't recommend it." Is all he says when he motions for you to take a whiff, which you do so reluctantly, eyes closed.

The scent hits you all it once. It's watered down vodka, except without the watering down. Tears form from the intensity.

"The goddamn bard." You choke out, and it earns you a drained chuckle from the ginger that has his head situated on your forearm.

He has half the mind to nuzzle in further, but the position is convenient enough for you to crush his skull if you wish to do so. So he refrains, albeit reluctantly.

Zhongli manages to make it in less than two minutes, sipping on a cup of steaming tea as he breaks apart the crowd to crouch down. "Is everything alright? I came as soon as I could after I made this tea. I assumed it was just another prank."

Everyone in the room shakes their head incredulously.

"Unfortunately it isn't a prank. Childe fainted briefly." You tell him politely despite the urgency, since you're whipped for all your teachers.

"I didn't faint!" Childe groans, exasperated. "Got a little dizzy s'all."

"Yeah," Kaeya cuts in to summarize the situation. "I'll be happy to take him to the nurses office with Y/N—"

Zhongli clears his throat. "You won't be going anywhere Mr.Alberich. I'm sure you have five overdue assignments in my class. Y/N here can walk him just fine." He then attempts to wink at Childe secretly like the wingman he is, but everyone in the classroom and their grandma notices.

The facepalm you do is not enough to render you brain dead.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you sigh for the nth time today, and it's only eight thirty in the morning. "No worries, Lisa can help—"

"Sorry cutie. I'm manifesting for the biology quiz." Lisa deflects, lighting three candles on her desk unceremoniously with her eyes closed.

You don't understand why no one has confiscated her box of matches yet. This entire school is a law suit waiting to happen.

You succumb to the team effort everyone is trying so hard to display. "I guess I can go." The hall pass is already written, signed, and neatly folded into the chest pocket of your uniform. "How did you even..."

You don't even get a chance to finish before both you and Childe are whisked away to the outside of the classroom, the door shutting behind you with a slam. Your ears perk up at the sound of a lock clicking in place.

"Looks like you're stuck with me." The smug bastard still has the audacity to beam even when he's pale in the face. "Might have to hold my arm. If I fall and crack my skull—that wouldn't look too good on your record." He makes grabby hands, like a toddler.

The smile you give is unnerving, and with the speed of a snail, you manage to loop in your arm with Childe's. "Another word and let's move on to how your hospital record is going to have more than just a cracked skull."

"If you'd nurse me back to health, it'll all be worth it." The quip he sends without a beat lacks its usual goof, but it does manage to get some sort of reaction out of you.

"Whatever. Let's just get this over with."

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Childe's busy thumbing at his phone while you pace at the foot of the bed, arms crossed with a frown etched on your features. You hope you don't look too worried, don't want to give him the wrong idea.

"Can we just get this over with?" He wails uncharacteristically from his spot on the white sheeted bed after ruling out everything he wanted to do on his phone. His hair is tousled more than usual, as a by-product of his constant restlessness.

"Shut up." You answer monotonously, arms crossed as you lean against the wall. "Let her finish her tiktok."

Barbara—the daughter of the school nurse, has her phone on the window, lip syncing and dancing to some music on beat as she films a tiktok with the utmost of important.

It's concerning that her father isn't here to tend to your needs, but apparently he's in the middle of a meeting with principle Varka. Said meeting had been going on for the past few months, but this school is devoid of logic anyways so nobody really questions anything.

"I'm literally dying here."

"Archons you're such a baby," Shaking your head, you approach his bed with a newfound annoyance. "Barbara has to create a tiktok at least once every twenty four hours or her fan club goes feral and..."

"Tries to jump off the roof as the ultimate sacrifice to her majesty." Childe sighs, and for the first time you sense his irritation. "Got it."

Just in time, Barbara finishes her cute little dance and comes over to where Childe is laying.

Childe doesn't miss the way your scowl has dissipated, and you give Barbara your undivided attention, hearts in your eyes from all the adoration. He has half the mind to call you out on it, no doubt a little jealous over how the young highschool idol can get you to show more emotion than him.

"I'm so sorry! I started those tiktoks out of mild interest but now I have an obligation to my fans." The younger apologizes profusely, getting to work almost immediately.

"No worries." Childe starts, staying still as the blonde examines him. "I'm sure it's nothing too serious. Y/N here is being dramatic, she probably just wants to spend some alone time with me."

You inhale sharply, turn to Barbara, and ask. "If I jumped out of the window right now from this floor, would it be a quick and easy death?"

The younger girl's eyes widen, and Childe stifles his snort.

"Kidding." You raise your hands up to cease her worries, and then motion towards him. "Common cold?"

"Yes," Barbara moves on and writes down something on a slip. "We'll just keep him here until his parents can pick him up."

"My parents can't pick me up." He asserts in a casual tone. "Don't call them."

"We still have to call them. If they don't come, you're to stay in this bed all day." She hands you the note, which is a viable excuse for all the classes he'll miss today. "Give this to his homeroom teacher. You'd also better get to class, your hall pass is about to expire."

"Hold up." You remark, barely paying attention to the note that you've shoved down your pocket. "I'm not leaving him here alone." There's no room for argument, your decision is firmly stated.

Childe hypes you up in his weakened state, disoriented. "You tell em girlie."

"He won't be alone." Barbara flashes you a reassuring smile. "I'll be monitoring him until his parents get here."

"No, no, you don't understand." You argue, inquiring all the doubts you have. "He's gonna try to pull some shit and I'll have to be here to stop him."

"Ease up babe." Childe tries to calm you down, despite the giddiness in his chest at the realization that you want to take care of him.

His subconscious begs him to let you stay, to let himself be doted and cared for the way he's always wanted you to, but he knows he can't let you skip class. Not when you've worked so hard and come so far. "I'll be okay for a few. You can go back to class and then visit me during break."

You bite your lips, head jumbled with all the different possibilities of how shit can hit the fan. "I can't! What if Signora shows up? She'll poison you in this weakened state to get back at me for trying to exorcise her." The hesitation in your features gives away everything.

Childe's eye twitches at the thought of Signora out of all people getting the best out of him, and also the absolute audacity you have to be calling him weak. Clearly all his efforts towards the little shows of dominance (e.g. Shoving Pallad against a locker, spraying a hefty amount of cologne on, being an asshole in general, etc.) have not bore fruit.

"You tried to exorcise her?" Barbara gasps, momentarily reminding the two of you that she's still present.

"Her evil has no bounds." Your expression is hard to read, dead serious. "I do not regret my attempt at cancelling Satan's hell spawn."

Childe himself has been cancelled hundreds of times over the span of highschool because of all his problematic traits (e.g calling Venti a twink) and it is not a pleasant experience.

Though it does give him a sense of comfort, knowing that arrogant bitch Signora is finally getting what's coming to her, even if she is one of his friends.

Serves her right for trying to Pavlov her stupid Chihuahua into biting the closest human being just by the snap of her manicured finger. As if it's persistent yapping and tendency to run in front of cars isn't enough torture to deal with on a daily basis.

Childe's yanked out of his thoughts rather forcefully at the sound of the door opening abruptly, the handle crashing into the wall, shocking Barbara's attempts to reassure you.

He knows who it is because of his top tier gaydar, dreading what's to come.

Scaramouche is a morose son of a bitch with a mean streak that hasn't been broken since he was an itty bitty shit in the fourth grade.

"I can't believe you let yourself get sick!" The navy haired boy exclaims in disbelief, doubling over with tears, clapping his hands to add on some extra effects. "Natural selection finally decided to stop pussy footing around your primate-looking ass."

You press your lips together. "Isn't he supposed to be your best friend?"

Scaramouche sputters violently, using the wall as leverage to hold himself up. "You told her I'm your best friend? Oh fuck. Oh this is good. What else did you tell her huh? That you have a monster cock?"

"First of all, you make me reconsider my opinion on the death penalty, dickhead."

Barbara is mortified. Childe continues on anyways.

"—and I do have a monster cock. But why are you so interested in my monster cock huh?"

Scaramouche scrunches his face up in disgust, amusement nothing but a distant memory. "You don't have a monster cock you plebe."

Childe has an awfully scandalized expression on his face, but smoothly enough it transitions into an unsettling grin that you're all too familiar with. "You didn't deny not being interested in my monster cock though."

It's your turn to be mortified, shaking your head at the banter that goes on back and forth.

"How did you even know he was in here? We aren't even in the same class."

Scaramouche raises a brow as if you're some sort of toddler that's babbling out a mixture of Cheerios and spit, maybe a few digested strawberries here and there. He waves his phone in front of you, "posted it on his story."

"What the—give me that!" You snatch his phone right up, staring at the screen in bewilderment.

There's a video of you doing trick shots with your tech deck on the ledge of a nearby window with a pressed expression while waiting for Barbara to finish up, captioned with: "In the nurses office rn pray for me 🙏, there's this cute girl in front of me should I ask her out?"

You check the poll and ninety five percent say yes. Scaramouche voted no. You have mixed feelings.

Shaking your head, you give Childe, who's unable to sit still, a look of pure exasperation.

Scaramouche claws his phone back from you rather harshly, the bells on his hat jingling, making it hard for you to take him seriously when he sneers your way.

"You should be thankful you're the lover of my comrade." He shivers slightly at the word comrade. "or I would have obliterated you on the spot for that little stunt."

Childe doesn't even pretend to look fazed at the older's threat when he says  "as if I'd allow a kumquat headass like you to touch my girl."

You and Barbara hastily jump in to stop the bloodbath that is seconds from happening. "No!"

Luckily, no limbs are teared apart.

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Okk! So I have a request. Can I get Kyotani (if you write fir him) tanaka and kageyama with a girlfriend that always wears baggy clothes cuz in middle school she would get called a slut just cuz of her figure (this used to happen to me alot), and it's there first time seeing her in a bikini/her underwear. Then there just like😳😳 cuz damn. And then thay ask her y she never wears fitting things if she has a nice figure and she tells them and you can decide the rest. NSFW or fluff. ILYSM😘😘😘

Kentarō Kyōtani Seeing His Usually ‘Nun-Dressing🙏’ S/O Show Some SKINTTTTTT 👙 For The First Time!

(More or less fluffville)

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A/N: Ilyyyyt and I love your requests so much!!! 💋 But I’m sorry you were bullied babe. All bodies are beautiful, and one’s body has nothing to do with sexual prowess. Disgusting that anyone been said that. Anyone who knows me knows that nothing gets me more tight than bullying.

Your bullies were just BIG jealous, aight?

Also I only did Kyoutani’s because I am trying to get to all requests!

Let’s do the damn thing:

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You told your boyfriend you’d meet him at the beach

So he was waiting there patiently like a good puppy boyfriend

He’s so cute he had already set up two towels for you guys, already set up an umbrella and a cooler of beer for him and fruity coolers for you

He was laying back putting all his weight on his wrists, periodically searching the direction of the parking lot because he knew you’d arrive here anytime now

He shifted from looking there and staring into the beautiful ocean

When he turned in that same direction again, he had to do a double-take:

He felt his stomach turn in a bad way because he immediately felt wrong for checking out another girl that wasn’t his girlfriend

But he couldn’t seem to look away

She was really far in the distance, the size of an ant so he couldn’t make out the face, but she had the same hair colour as yours

She wore a simple strapless bikini that appeared to be holding itself up on her breasts by sheer luck only

Kyoutani licked his lips as she approached him, trying his very best to keep looking for you instead and not the hentai-in-real-life sequence before him, but he just couldn’t

As she got closer, he admired her hips that looked so perfect it made his head spin

Or was it the sun that was making him dizzy? He thought

Shut up, Kyotani 🙄

When the total babe waved at Mad Dog from afar, he snapped out of his gaze and quickly looked toward the ocean.

Even if the hottie was going to come onto him, he loved his girlfriend more than life itself and he would never betray her

After a moment, He looked over once—so quickly that he almost gave himself whiplash to check the approaching bikini babes location.

He quickly looked back at the crashing waves.

She was almost here, Fuck!

When Kyoutani could hear the sand under the girls feet he didn’t move his trained eyes from the waves as he spoke,

“Not interested. I’m taken.” He stated rather rudely.

“Uh... good to know?” You answered slowly as you placed your beach bag down on the sand next to him.

Immediately recognizing his girlfriends voice, Kyoutani snapped his head up to look at you.

omg

WHAT THE HELL—

He couldn’t believe it

He kept looking from your face to your boobs, back to your face to your stomach, back to your face, to your killer legs and then back to your boobs

His eyes stayed on your boobs

....They stayed for a while

Lmao

Exasperated at your boyfriends odd behaviour, you crossed your arms in front of your chest

This made your breasts protrude even more and Mad Dog’s eyes widened

“Kyou, did you think I was someone else?!” You lifted your sunglasses on top of your head then re-crossed your arms.

your boyfriend just stared at your cleavage still

“Wait—you thought I was someone else and........And you were going to reject me!!!!!” You smiled happily and jumped up and down before jumping on your boyfriends as he sat on the beach towel. You pushed him over on impact so you ended up attacking his body.

“You’re the most loyal boyfriend ever Kyou....” you kissed him all over his face and Kyoutani only grunted because his mind finally connected the fact that the most beautiful girl he’s ever known also has the most beautiful body he’s ever seen.

also because Kyoutani’s dick went: 🚀

“You....never dress like this, Y/N.” he said sternly, tentatively raising his arms to place his hands on your waist.

You smiled down at him. “Remember what I told you about how I used to be bullied? It scarred me so I never wanted to wear things like this. But....” you looked into your boyfriends heated gaze lovingly. “Kyou, you make me confident again. You make me feel beautiful in my own skin despite what my bullies used to call me. So, I found this is the back of my closet from like, years ago and I—“

Kyoutani interrupted you with a heated kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat like the mad dog he is. The kiss made you moan because you could feel his want and love through it. You loved how his aggressive side came out randomly, but that he was such a pudding when it came to you.

For your boyfriend, he was best demonstrating physically how happy it made him to hear you say he is the reason behind your confidence. He couldn’t believe a girl like you gave an odd ball like him a chance.

“Y/N, you saying that really makes me happy. If you want to change back into the regular clothes that you usually wear that will be fine with me too. I love you for you and I hope you didn’t feel pressured to wear this because of how beautiful I find you. I....I mean don’t get me wrong I’d love for you to dress like this more often, but that’s just—“

“Done.”

Your mean-looking man looked surprised. “What? What’s done?”

Still feeling confident as ever, you lifted your upper half off of your boyfriend to straddle his waist while he stayed lying down:

You sat right on his semi boner and placed your palms flat on his bare chest as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He gave you a pleading look because he needed you to get off of him right now before he sported a full boner....but for some strange reason when he looked at you he saw a glint or indication that you knew that already.

You laughed at how genuinely lost your boyfriend was.

“I’m going to dress like this more often. I feel good. Especially after seeing how you react and feeling how you react.... I kind of love it.”

Kyoutani frowned. “How do I reac—“

To show him what you meant, you casually slid back a bit on his torso so that the head of his dick print rested at your opening. You sliding back like that made Kyoutani’s eyes roll back in his head as he bit his lip.

“Y/N.”

Your precious bf honestly looked pissed.

And you liked it.

“Ya?” You ask fake innocently. You lean forward a bit so that you lifted off his dick fully, then sat back down on it so he could feel the slightest bit of penetration through your thin bikini bottom.

To anyone else on the beach, no one was the wiser that you were seducing your mad dog.

When you did that again Kyoutani growled deeply within his chest as his eyes grew dark.

Before he could speak you smiled at him. “Now babe, do you want to come with me?”

“Where? Why?” He was bigggg confused. 😒

“Why? I want to show you how much I appreciate you for making me confident. Where? To the more private part of the beach that I found the last time I was here. Way down there, you know, by the caves that could block people from seeing us—“

Your boyfriend stood up quickly and began packing your beach stuff like it was a race.

“Let’s go.” He stated, fixing his shorts to hide his massive boner.

“Lead the way, beautiful.”

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|[New blood]|

[Comfy cartel!Rae x GN! reader]

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Genre: mafia AU

Word count: 2.5K

Requested by: @another-fantasy-world

To request: requests are open! You can request anonymous or with your account so I can tag you in it if you send a message instead of an ask.

Synopsis: Rae joins the cartel, Toast appoints you as her handler. Mostly platonic with a implied date at the end.

Warnings: fighting, weapons, blood, death, crimes (if i missed any, let me know!)

A/n: my first and only request I've done so far! I really enjoyed it and although it took some time, I'm happy it turned out the way it did. Please enjoy!

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"i want you in charge of her." Toast's voice was stern as he looked at you, the documents in your hands and you skimmed through them.

You hummed, nodding your head along before closing the document and locking your eyes with Toast.

Usually you'd partner up with toast yourself, but these days he was busy recruiting new blood for the cartel. Besides that, you were itching to do some field work once more.

"What makes you think we're a good match?" Similarly to your capabilities in the field, Toast was well known for his scarily accurate perception of people. You didn't doubt his skills, but you were curious to know why he thought you'd be best suited as her handler.

It had been a while since you trained the new blood, and though you weren't opposed to it, there were others that would probably do a better job.

A small confident smirk formed on his face, the light on his sunglasses hiding the confident look in his eyes that you knew was there, "I'm sure you'll understand what I mean when you meet her."

You slid the files over the table, back to Toast as you stood up, "then I'll see her this afternoon, correct?"

Toast raised a curious eyebrow, in your eyes he could see your intentions, "you're not joining the meeting?"

"I'll catch her on her way out, don't worry about it. Just send me our task before she arrives."

Toast nodded at your words, wordlessly watching you stand up and walk out of the room.

Besides Poki, Lily and Toast himself, you were one of the capo's that had been part of the cartel since the beginning when the Don created it. Besides him, the four of you carried the most power in the ranks.

You met Poki in the hallway, her eyebrow curiously lifted as she undoubtedly had overheard your conversation.

"It has been a while, huh?" The question underlaying her words was obvious. It was well known that generally you didn't bother with the new blood of the cartel.

Shrugging your shoulders you replied, "i trust Toast's judgement." A small chuckle escaped her lips as she nodded, walking with you deeper into the building.

"Won't you scare the new blood away?" The smile on her lips told you she didn't mean it in a bad way.

"If anything, she'll scare herself." A small smile tugged your lips as you locked eyes with Poki, "although I have the feeling that won't happen to this one."

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That afternoon you leant against the wall, just outside the meeting room you had spoken with Toast earlier that day. You could hear his voice and a contrasting female voice besides his.

It was obvious they were wrapping up, and you had arrived not a second too late as the door opened.

You were met with a shorter female, long dark locks that grew lighter at the ends framing her face and a mischievous smirk that rested on her lips.

She stood in the doorframe as she seemed to take in your appearance, Toast behind her letting out a small chuckle.

"Meet your handler Y/n." You gave a nod as greeting to Toast, who returned it with a small smirk, watching the satisfied expression hidden on your face.

You could see why Toast had matched you with her, the confidence in her pose and the mischievous smile on her face telling you that she was ready for what you would throw at her.

She followed you as you walked through the building. You knew that she had known you, the spark in her eyes once she heard your name obvious enough.

Despite any of that, your voice was filled with authority as you spoke, "tomorrow I will meet you in the training room." You looked at her curious face, a raised eyebrow conveying the silent question, "you don't have to worry about the field work for now."

You eyed her from the side, "is that clear?"

She nodded her head eagerly as you walked, she seemed alright enough to join the cartel, but despite that you knew how important it was to establish the ranks once more with the new ones.

In her file you had read that she'd been in the business on her own for a small while before attempting to join a organization to stay at. Because of that, she knew you, and the reputation that you carried.

The comfy cartel was a big organization, although it hadn't started as such. It had earned a reputation early on, not leaving anyone standing that opposed you.

On top of that reputation stood you, beside Toast. Even in the early start of the cartel you had partnered up with the male, making a scarily powerful duo.

Yet your loyalty stayed by Don Scarra, despite the damage the two of you could have done if you had left, or taken over, the cartel.

Over the years Toast had retreated himself to the shadows of the business, recruiting new blood and expanding the cartel exponentially.

That left you in the field, and as the cartel grew, so did your power and reputation. You had become one of the reasons why people didn't meddle with the cartel.

Judging from her reaction, the female besides you was wholeheartedly aware of that.

You split off with her after showing her how to reach the training rooms and telling her you wanted her there, tomorrow morning at ten.

You returned to your office after that, sitting behind your desk as you looked at the files on it. On top of it laid what undoubtedly was the task assigned by Toast to test your recruits skills.

Reading the papers inside a few times, you nodded, it would make a fine trip to observe.

The door to your office opened, leaving Toast leaning against the doorframe as you met his eyes.

"Knocking is a thing y'know?" A chuckle left his throat, "what did you think of her?"

You shrugged your shoulders, "could've been worse." Toast could see the pleased expression behind your words, "I'll be sure tomorrow however."

He nodded his head as you produced a phone from your pocket, typing in a number as you spoke to Toast, "that reminds me."

The phone rang for a second or two before it got picked up, "Edison, can you get me a few ready for tomorrow 10?"

Edison was in charge of those captured by the cartel to pay for their debts, or those that had turned out as a spy in hindsight.

Generally the only reason to get those out of their confinement was for the training of the new blood getting into the cartel. The only other reason would be if one of them had actually done something big enough to catch the attention of one of the higher ups.

A chuckle came from the phone, "it's been awhile since you took in someone new, what changed?"

"Toast did." Toast gave you a small smirk as you met his eyes. You could hear some scratching on paper on the other side of the call, "got it, they'll be ready at 10, what training room should they be sent to?"

"Training room four." Edison confirmed the order once more before saying his goodbye and hanging up.

You put the phone away as Toast spoke up, "I'll hear your opinion of her later."

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You leant against the wall of the training room. It was similar to a gym, but connected to the main area was a shooting range, on the walls were multiple weapons to train with displayed. Pushed against one wall stood training equipment, although you wouldn't make much use of it today.

The middle of the floor was padded, the cushiony material breaking all the falls that were bound to happen on the mat. In the corner stood three males, each bound by handcuffs that were in turn fastened against a wall. Not that it mattered, even if they could get loose they wouldn't make it far before you'd take them down.

Their files laid on the bench beside you as you waited, twirling a butterfly knife in your hands with complicated movements executed with practiced ease.

Beside you stood a small rack with different knives, brass knuckles, nun-chucks and other weaponry to use.

Right as your gaze watched the clock move to exactly 10 AM, the door to the training room opened.

Rae stepped inside, her curious eyes automatically gliding towards you. You stood in comfortable clothes, Rae in her own as she walked in.

You could see how her eyes made contact with the three men that accompanied you in the silent room. It wasn't hard to see the glint flicker in her eyes, you were more familiar with it yourself.

She stood still on the mat, turning to you in silent question as you watched her.

Pointing to the cases of paper that laid beside you, you spoke up for the first time since you entered the room, "pick one"

Once she reached you, she opened the files, her eyes gliding across the words as she picked one out. A small smile formed on your face, her pick was perfect.

You walked over to the males, singling one of them out as you produced a small key to unlock his handcuffs from his wrists.

He glared as you moved, leaning behind him to unlock him.

As expected, the moment his wrists were freed he threw a punch your way. He could barely see you move away from the movement before he could feel a pain in his stomach as he dubbeled over.

Pushing him away, he fell to the floor, and you made simple eye contact with Rae.

"He's a feisty one." Your feet rested on the man's back as he laid on the floor, a small smirk on your face as you turned to him, "up boy, you're not done yet."

You allowed Rae to go loose on the man.

Although the fight could have finished within a few minutes if she had tried, you could see the extra, unnecessary, effort she put in to make it painful. There was a certain hint of sadism in her movements, and you couldn't help but feel satisfied as you watched.

She dragged it on, but with your simple command her arms locked around his neck, her grip unrelenting as the man fought for his life.

It had never been a fight he could've won.

Nevertheless you moved on, handing the woman in front of you a knife, before handing another one to her new opponent. He had seen what had happened mere minutes before and the discarded body that had been thrown off the mat.

The weapon shook in his hands as Rae went to work once more. Her fighting style was elegant and fast, calculated as she moved with precision and made small nicks that turned into deeper gashes.

Once more, the fight was over before it ever had begun. You were happy with the display of skills, although it was too early to judge just yet.

For this she'd have to approach it with a more tactful technique.

You freed the last man, pushing him on his knees as you dragged him to the middle of the room.

Ripping the handcuffs loose from the short chain that connected it too the wall, you returned the metal objects to the man's wrists as you pulled him to the middle of the room.

Your foot was dominantly placed on his back as he laid face down on the floor, "this man possesses the information you'll need for your field work next week. "

Not wasting anymore words, you could tell Rae knew what you wanted her to do. You stepped back, watching as she went to work, pulling the man in a sitting position as she gripped the collar of his shirt.

"Speak." The man shook in her hold, scared big eyes watching her carefully as her piercing gaze was focused on him.

He didn't know what to say, had he not told the cartel all there was to know already?

"I don't know!" The man clenched his eyes shut as Rae looked over at you, a question in her eyes as you shrugged. He had indeed given the cartel the information they needed, so for now, Rae had free reign.

The still blood stained knife was still stuck in her hand, the dangerous metal eerily close to the soft tissue of the man's neck, "I'm sure you do know."

Warm blood trickled down slowly and got absorbed by the fabric of his shirt.

"I- I.. don't know!" He voice shook as you spoke up, "tell her what you told us."

"He's! H.. He's- hiding in a safe house." The words finally left his mouth as he shook, not dating to make eye contact with the woman in front of him that held his life in her hands.

"Wrong." The word was simple as it left your mouth, but the man shook and shivered in Rae's hold, "no! No- its- NO!" Rae's eyes were cold as she retracted her knife, her free hand releasing his shirt as she gripped his chin, forcefully pulling his head upwards.

"I don't like liars," tears cascaded down his face at her words, "you've seen what I did to the two others, it makes me curious to what I can do with you." Her voice velvety smooth as she spoke.

This time you were certain as you realized you were liking this woman more and more as time passed.

A scream echoed through the hall.

The handle of the blade the only thing protruding from the man's thigh as his pants rapidly started to colour red around it.

He begged for the pain to stop, for her to pull the knife out and help him.

She was unrelenting until he had spilled every last bit of information he knew.

The life faded from his eyes as Rae pulled the knife from his thigh, the blood spurting out from the massive wound and the smaller ones that now littered his body.

Blood stained her clothing, but she stood proud amongst the corpses that littered the ground.

The happy glint in her eyes as she waited on your praise.

"You did well." A satisfied smile on your face, "we'll continue this evaluation Monday. Then you'll be tested on your aim, but for now this will do. At the end of next week we'll head into the field."

Rae nodded, the smile on her face bright at the words of praise you granted her.

You walked towards her, a satisfied smile painted on your features as you spoke, "then, would you like to join me for coffee this weekend?"

A small tint of red dusted her cheeks at your words. Nevertheless she accepted the offer.

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