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ichigo-dream · 1 year

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Leon Kennedy - Eating Headcannons (SFW + NSFW)

Dream and I were having a drinks sesh cause the weather is good with us atm, and we ended up having a full discussion about Leon and eating. We were discussing the criteria to qualify as what we have coined a “neo fem-boy”, and how Leon has a lilll bit of squish to him despite the muscle - cause baby boy likes to EAT (both figuratively and metaphorically). Leon canonically put on 40 lbs of pure muscle between RE 2 and RE 4, yet he still somehow looks a lil bit soft and squishy soooooo we had to write this shit down.

Basically we just wanna eat up soft Leon, enjoy~

SFW

It's established canon that this man wants dinner all the time (see Leon in Infinite Darkness and Damnation)

This boy is hobbit-coded - baby boy needs at least three square meals a day - we’re talking full fry up in the morning, actual lunch and a spread for dinner. Might even squeeze in brunch and supper while he’s at it.

Snack, snacks, snacks - always snacking on something.

Having low blood sugar and being in a relationship with Leon is a match made in Heaven.

Lil baby has a sweet tooth

His jacket and coat pockets will always have some form of sweet in them - gum, lollipops, hard boiled sweets, Tiic Tacs, jawbreakers,

Any time you’re in the car together or watching a film, you can hear the hard sugar shell clacking against his teeth.

Will hide food, and eat in bed - you get into bed after a long day and when your head hits the pillow, you’ll hear a plastic rustle. Reaching under you’ll find a half-eaten packet of cookies or biscuits he’d been snacking on earlier that he had shoved under your pillow.

Will finish your food for you

Birthdays are his fav - any excuse to have cake this boy will use it - will eat any kind, but boy is a slut for vanilla cake and strawberry jam filling - you will often have to wipe the cream and jam from the corners of his mouth.

Will fuck up a strawberry sundae especially in the summer time.

Speaking of summer, it’s one of his favourite seasons

Loves to eat outside in the sunshine when it’s hot and balmy

Perfect weather for ice cream or milkshakes – and he won’t waste a single drop. If he notices some trickling down the cool glass in his hands, he’ll lick it up, completely oblivious to how the small action makes you blush.

You’ll often catch him eating his cereal standing up, watching TV or nosying at the neighbours having an argument in the streets below, still in his pyjama bottoms.

Loves milkshake straws - has a collection of different flavours - though, when he doesn’t use a straw, he is always oblivious to the cute lil milkstache.

Will squirt cream straight into his mouth in front of the fridge.

Weddings, and other events are the worst for him, as whilst he loves desserts, they rarely serve his favourites.

“I fucking hate pavlova” he grumbles, proceeding to eat it anyway, just to get his sugar fix.

Loves fruit - will eat raspberries one by one off the tips of his fingers.

You’ll catch him eating ice cream sitting on the kitchen floor in front of the fridge in the middle of the night, sucking on his spoon and looking at you like a deer in headlights when he sees you standing there watching him.

Will get cranky if he doesn’t get to eat - hangry vibes

If he wakes up late, he will refuse to leave without breakfast - this boy will run out the door with a piece of toast in his mouth like an anime school girl.

His RPD uniform has lots of “fancy pockets” and what are they good for? Emergency snack storage - nuts, sweets, biscuits, dried fruit.

For his birthday, you buy him candy bracelets - heart eyes for days - and he sits and absent-mindedly sucks on them at his desk at work, thinking of you.

NSFW

As a birthday present, you wear a candy necklace during sex and Leon attacks your neck, sucking and biting at it whilst he fucks you.

Due to his habits, he always tastes sweet - all of him tastes sweet if you catch our drift (ya, his cum)

Whilst he’s squirting cream into his mouth, if you happen to be walking past and notice some of it lingering on the corners of his mouth and decide to lick it off, baby boy will forget everything he’s doing and fuck you over the kitchen table.

Speaking of cream - will use it on you when he fucks you, kitten-licking the sweet dollops off your warm skin (tits, collarbones, stomach - he's gonna eat you up)

If you’re curious about something he’s eating and want to taste some, he’ll kiss you in lieu of sharing (Leon is only possessive over two things - you and food).

Big into gum sharing - will use it as an excuse to start making out with you.

If things get a little messy when you’re eating cake, he will lick your hands clean if he’s in the mood.

Leon is a munch in more ways than one.

This boy will eat you out of house and home, including your pussy.

Could eat three square meals a day and will still go down on you like he’s starving.

Kitchen? Bedroom? Sofa? Standing up? Doesn’t matter - man’s is ready to munch anytime anywhere.

Whilst he’s eating you out, he’ll rut his hips against the bed - the sugar rush means he is always full of energy and ready to go at all times.

Will suck on your clit like it's a gobstopper.

Gets bratty when he hasn’t had a snack - but, it just so happens that he considers you to be the sweetest one.

Be prepared to be fucked within an inch of your life when he gets like this - or for him to eat you out until you can’t walk (will bring you a snack afterwards ofc).

This man gained 40lbs of muscle— but like we said, baby boy is still soft

Leon puts you in a headlock whilst he fucks you and his biceps have a nice lil bit of squish which you relish in when he chokes you.

His ass jiggles - when he’s lying stomach down on bed, you love slapping it when you walk past and watching it jiggle like jelly - this action without fail will make him blush and whine “Stop!” every time.

You like to bite him

He’s too cute and squishy to resist honestly

Playfully nibbling his plump lil cheek

Biting his thick arms

When you’re riding him and can’t resist playfully kneading his tits like a kitten, and it makes him grab your wrists and fuck into you harder - he’ll later claim that him turning red from his cheeks to his chest was from exertion and not embarrassment.

He is the comfiest place to lie on when you’re fucked out and riding the waves of post-orgasmic bliss.

If you made it this far, comment “Bingo!”

Thank you for reading!

Love,

Ichigo and Dream xoxo

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iouinotes · 9 months

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Beautiful Boy | Alex Walter

pairing: Alex Walter x female!reader

show: My life with the Walter Boys

warnings: mostly fluff and love confessions, but a bit of implied sexual activities

word count: 4,6k

summary: You are completely in love with your best friend. When the chance is given, you decide to finally take it and show your love.

a/n: The story will mention a review from the past, where they play truth or dare. So, I was inspired to write that scenario: match made in heaven is here!

He's everything I ever wished for. It´s silly, thinking about it, really. My ongoing crush for him since the first time I met him all these years ago.

It was during the first day after the winter holiday. It was dark outside, very cold and rainy weather. Well, unfortunately it did not look like that in the morning, so I instantly panicked after school, because I forgot to bring my jacket. Normally one of my friends picked me up after school and drove me home, but she was sick today and I heard about her being ill, last minute.

So now I´m standing in the hallway, debating if I should better start to go to the bus station (probably getting soaked) or if I just walk to the school library, hoping that the weather cools down. I was drowning in my own thoughts, when I first heard his voice.

"Are you okay?" The second my eyes landed on him, I was gone for good. Because the boy in front of me was utterly beautiful. Handsome round face, freckles, warm brown eyes and a shy smile. One look at him and I fell in love with his beauty. Little did I know, I would soon fall head over heals for his personality or the way his voice sounds when he is making fun of me, because I believe in love at first sight. How could I not, when I have met him?

He was very caring the first time we met. Even though I was embarrassed of my situation, he made me feel comfortable. When I told him about my difficulty, he instantly helped me out. He told me, that his brother also picked him up from school every day, so it wouldnt be a problem, if I came along. Not only this sweet gesture made me speechless, it was also the way he stripped out of his jacket and gave it to me without hesitation, when we went outside and he saw that I didnt bring a jacket.

"What? No, I can´t-" I tried to argue, but one blink of his lashes, one look at his eyes, was enough to keep me occupied. "My mom would kill me, if I didnt. It´s okay, I dont mind." He really was the sweetest. His jacket kept in fact, keep me warm. And it also smelled like him, thats what made me blush in the end. I didnt know, if he noticed me looking at him from time to time (but then again, he nowadays didnt noticed it either), but I could not contain myself.

He was a gentleman, shy and adorable. He was all I wished for in a guy. When his brother - who I idetified as the most popular guy of our school- Cole, came in sight, only then it clicked. The boy in front of me, with his nervous smile, was Alex Walter.

When the car parked and the headlights were visible in the rain, we quickly ran to the blue vehicle. His brother didnt talk much, so the car ride was mostly quiet, my eyes were out the window and my thoughts were on Alex previous gesture of holding the door open for me. He didnt intend for me to fall in love with him, but I couldnt think of anything else to do, better than exactly that.

"I didnt get your name?" was all he said, when the car stopped in front of my house. "Oh right, sorry. Im y/n." He smiled again at me and my heart wanted to jump out off my chest. I didnt really notice Cole in the front and his famous "Cole effect". I was all catched up, by the beautiful boy next to me.

"Alex" he shook my hand and it made me giggle. I saw his ears turning pink at my laughter, so I smiled at him, so he knew I wasnt making fun of him. He relaxed then, but much to my dislike the blonde brother spoke up, before I could say something else. "I dont have all day, so are you two done looking at each other or can you go now? I swear, I saw y´all nearly kiss." At that, I was the one who turned red. "Sorry, thanks for the ride and-" as I wanted to strip off the jacket, Alex stopped my movements. "Oh no, you can have it. I mean- it´s still raining outside, I-I dont want you to get sick." Maybe I was already at that exact moment, falling in love with him. I also think, that his words made my cheeks turn a shade of red, that wasnt even on a scala anymore, because it was so high.

"But when do I give it back to you?" The last thing I wanted to do, was crossing a line with the Walter brothers. And maybe I also hoped to see him again. "Tomorrow? I will be in the gaming room in third grade. If thats okay with you?" He spoke quickly, because Cole kept getting more annoyed. "No, its fine. Thank you, Alex." I kissed him on the cheek (dont know where that one came from) and before I could look back, I was already out of the car and running towards the house. When I opened the door and the warmth embraced me, I looked out of the window from my house. The car was already gone, but I remember smiling so bright, I almost could not contain the happy feeling that consumed me.

That was the first time, my diary heard of Alex Walter.

The next day, I searched through three gaming rooms before I finally found him, starring at his laptop. As soon as I tapped him gently on the shoulder, he turned around and looked at me suprised. When he asked me, if I had had any trouble finding him, I said "what no, it took five minutes", when in reality it took 20 minutes, but he sounded really sincere, so it didnt matter.

That was the start of our ever-lasting friendship. We became best friends quickly and are verly close ever since, he is my other half. We are always together, in the hallway, at lunch, we see each other at the weekends and we even got the price "the best of best friends" by our friendgroup. I mean it was funny and its nice, really. But it says everything. We are just friends.

It´s very funny actually, because he knows me better than anyone and I can´t keep one secret from him. He just knows, when something is up. But my biggest secret of all time, that was the part where he was clueless about.

My love for him.

He just doesnt notice and I tried to not show it, but everyone knows I like him. Well, expect for him. When I look at him too long, because I (again) got lost in his eyes or looked a second too long at his lips, while he talked, he thinks he has something on his face. When I compliment him, for literal anything, he thinks I make fun of him, so he doesn't take it seriously. And I tried almost everything, so he could finally notice. Maybe then he could make the first move.

I once talked about my ideal type, because it was a truth or dare on my birthday party and I literally described him - he didnt notice. I swoon on a daily basis over his beauty, his intelligence , his personality, his habits, his cute flaws like staying up all night to play a video game - he doesnt know. I tried to learn his favorite video game, I read the Lord of the Rings saga, I even watched baseball games with him, I do anything so he will notice, how much I care about him. But he just doesn't get it.

If I would know, he simply didnt like me that way, I could somehow cope with that. But then, there are moments, where I would catch him starring at me, where he seems to be the one wanting me. He watches romantic movies with me and lets me cry about it after, when I´m sad about the ending, Sometimes I even get to lay on his chest. He listens when I talk about my newest book obsession, he goes shopping with me, even though he hates it. He helps me studying and I can tell him anything, he´s always there for me.

So it could be, that maybe my feelings were not completely unrequited. But then again, why didnt he made a move by now? Nevertheless, it keeps me awake at night. Because I want nothing more than to kiss his soft lips, feel his skin against mine, to look at his eyes and study every single freckle from his neck to his forehead. I want to love him. In a way, he knows it.

These feelings, these thoughts are constantly in my head. Especially now, when I sit across him and simply look at his concentrated face. His eyebrows are drawn together, he´s currently biting on his bottom lip, his nose scrunched in a frown. The light of his room shows me every little detail of his face. In moments like this, on a friday evening, where we study together for a biology test, I wish he would know how I feel about him. Because it would make everything so much easier.

Its currently raining outside, a remember of our first encounter, the clouds are dark and I hear loud thunder since the last couple of minutes went by. "Do you think, it will get better? The weather clearly looks bad." I shift my gaze to look at him and when I catch him starring at me, my heart swells in my chest.

I want to break the distant between us and close the gap of our lips. Want to get to know every little detail of his body. But as he speaks up, I clear my head. "I dont know, Danny said something about a storm. I honestly didnt know, it would be that bad." He closes his textbook and stands up, looking out the window. ,,Should I go?" My question suprises him. "Now? I think if you take a step outside, you will get swept up by your feet. It´s not safe." He looks at me unwary. "I dont know, I always wanted to fly. Maybe thats a sign." I grin at him and he laughs quietly. "Yeah, of course. Let me ask my dad, what he thinks is for the best. Maybe he can get you an umbrella and you do your best Mary Poppins impression."

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30 minutes later I find myself in a full-on Walter-family-disscussion. "But uncle! I dont get to have girls stay overnight. Thats unfair!" Lee is looking at George, unable to hide his jealousy. "When did a girl ever wanted to stay overnight with you?" Isaac asks from across the table. Lee just ignores him, an angry look in his eyes.

"Look, its nothing that I will allow forever. But right now, she cant go home, so she is welcomed to stay here." I smile at him, thankful that I´m not getting thrown out. "Also, she is like a thirteen family member. She´s practically living here." George added. One look at Alex and I wanted to know what he was thinking. Was I just like a sister to him? "Okay enough of that. Y/n, dear you are welcome to stay the night. We will figure it out. Nathan is staying with Skylar, so his bed is free." I´m glad, Katherine is here. I thank her and George and by the time, we ate dinner and Alex got me a toothbrush, so I could get ready for bed, it was late after 11.

As I make my way back to Alex's room after using the bathroom to change into my clothes, leaving me with shorts and a shirt, Cole is suddenly standing next to me. "Well, what a great opportunity for you." He grins at me. At his comment, I am visible confused. "What do you mean?" I look up to his smiling figure. "You have him all by yourself, of course. Your chance to finally do something. I can´t stand it anymore, you like him and he likes you. I always thought you were the clever one out of you two, so please put everyone out of this misery and kiss him, because he´s a complete idiot. It's long overdue for you two to get together."

His words leave me stunned. After he´s done talking, he makes his way silently back to his own room and I´m still standing in the hallway, trying to process his words. Kiss him. He likes you. Does Alex really likes me or is that some cruel joke for Cole? I hope not. Because my friends have told me several times, that they think, Alex likes me too. But I always thought, they were wrong.

My heart is heavily pounding as I make my way back to his room, taking a deep breath as I open the door. Alex is playing a video game, as always, but I see that he also changed into something more comfortable. It helps me calm down my nerves, when I see him doing something, he always does. I take a few steps towards his chair and his concentrated figure.

I mean, what was there in life, if I didnt take any risks? If he likes me back, it could be the answer to all my dreams and if not - well, the weather was still going pretty bad and could help me out of the awkward situation.

When I decided to test their he-likes-you-too-theory, I quickly came up with a plan. Okay, so I wasnt the best at flirting, that was for sure, but I could make a move. For starters, I wanted something, I often thought about.

As I stand behind him, I trace my fingers along his shoulders, hearing his surprised breath, that he quickly tries to hide. Well too bad, I heard it.

"Alex?" My voice is quiet.

"...yes?" I can see his muscles tense, while I keep touching his shoulders, going lower until I touch his arm. Something about what Cole said, about Alex liking me, gives me a certain confidence, that wasnt there before. Please dont let the King of hooking up be wrong.

"Could I borrow one of your hoodies? I´m freezing and only have my shirt." I try not to think about the possibility that he laughs in my face and says no. But then again, I know that Alex wouldnt do that. "I-uh, yeah. You can, um, grab one out of my closet." I smile to myself, when I see his eyes nervously scanning the display. He paused the game, even though he doesnt look at me while he talks.

"Thanks." As I turn towards his closet, I get the feeling that he´s secretly watching me choose a hoodie. When I get a hold on a dark green one, I immediately know its the one from when we first met. I take it and walk towards the other bed, getting a glimpse of his eyes, that continue to follow me. And then I do something, I thought I would never do in front of him. I change out of my top, the cold air hitting my skin and I hear him gasps.

When I change into his hoodie, a settling warmth embraces me. I smile to myself, a joy blooms in my chest, the feeling of wearing his clothes, makes me feel too good to be true. The shorts I´m wearing are the same ones as before and I think, that I kinda like the casual look. And maybe it looks fine, that could be a good way to get Alex attention. My shorts cover my thighs, but because his hoodie is bigger than what I normally wear, this way it looks like I only wear his hoodie.

When I turn around and fix my hair, he already started another game again. Okay, mission getting-some-sort-of-reaction, is starting to get interesting. "Soo, what do you think? Too big?" I wait for his reaction. When he slowly turns around, one hand holding up his headphones, I see him trying not to stare too hard. But since I see his eyes scanning my body, it´s impossible for him to pretend. I smile to myself.

"And?" I make a step in his direction, watching him swallow. His eyes wander to the floor and a nervous expression crosses his face. "I- I need to finish this game so-" he turns around so fast, I´m almost surprised his neck didnt broke. Shit. That wasnt part of the plan. I glance around the room, trying to come up with something, another way to keep his attention at me. I sit on his bed, near his computer and decide to watch him play. I hear the sound of the game playing in the background, while I continue to think of a way for him to notice me.

And even though I keep my hands to myself, I see him sqirming in his seat. I laugh quietly. "Everything okay?" it seems he isnt that concentrated anymore. "Yeah, uh, are you bored? You never watch me play." His head turns to look at me. "You could teach me some moves." I say, looking at him and then the game, that shows a spider attacking some creature. He raises his eyebrows at my words.

"You sure? I thought you didnt like video games." My eyes wander to his lap as I quickly come up with a plan. "Maybe I will like it, if you show me some tricks. And also, I like you and you´re really interested in gaming, so I thought I could make an effort." His cheeks are blushing, my eyes are starring at his clueless ones.

A smile tucks at his lips, but he tries to keep his cool. "I mean, I´m really good at this, so I could teach you one or two lessons. Where do you want to sit? I only have one gaming chair, but-" he glances around the room, trying to come up with something.

"Well, we could share?" I ask, my voice sounding sincere and not as much thrilled at the idea, to sit in his lap, even though I am freaking out in my thoughts. His eyes widen, when he realizes what I just said.

"You want to-" he doesn't finish his sentence, stuttering at the idea of me sitting on his lap. "If thats okay with you, of course? I think its the best solution, I mean I do want the full experience. So its fair." I see him nervously licking his lips. "Yeah, yeah. I get that. Okay, cool, how do you want to-" I smile at him and his nervous speech. "Just relax, I dont bite. You do know that, right?" I laugh when I see his ears turning pink.

"Right. So uh, come here, I guess?" He puts his arms on the armrests to give me good access and I feel myself getting nervous. God, I never got to be this close to him. I stand up, his eyes take my form in his sweater in, I see him starring at the naked skin. And when I see something shining in his hair, I act without a second thought.

"You have something in your hair, dummy." It's a little paper ball from Benny, probably from the previous dinner (fight), I lean myself down, facing him forward in his lap and cross my legs over his thighs. I don't notice what position we are in until I lean back to show him the piece of paper and suddenly, I'm just a few centimeters from his face. Shocked by the less to no space we have left between us, he doesn't speak and neither do I. We just look at each other.

"i-i got it." The words leave my mouth, the distance between our faces -god his lips look so soft- leaves me speechless. It takes him a moment, but when he answers he sounds just as out of breath as me.

"thanks."

Again, we sit in silence. Suddenly I loose my balance and I almost fall out of the chair, but his arms are quick to catch me. So now, he has his arms around my waist and my arms linger around his shoulders for support. If I would lean closer, I could kiss him.

The thought of kissing him, makes me sqirm and when he lays his hands onto my waist to still my movements, I feel dizzy. Because Im not just sitting on his legs. Indeed, I sit literally on his lap. So when I feel myself getting wet, because he makes me so touch starved, I completely loose my mind.

"Im sorry- i didnt mean to sit that way. I just-" his eyes are so fascinating, brown, green and warm. It feels like he´s looking at my soul. He´s watching my every move. I know I should probably get up, but its the first time, he is that close to me and I cant stop looking at him.

Without a thought in my head, I raise my hand and touch his cheek. I see his lips breaking apart, so he can draw a surprised breath. "You have so many freckles everywhere." My eyes wander around his face. His voice comes back to life for a second, but only to sign. "Too many, actually." I draw my eyebrows together.

"It suits you and it´s not too much. Thats a perfectly fine amount of freckles. Look-" I start to count them. Each and every one. Starting from his ears towards his cheeks, his nose, further down until I stop at his lips. "You have one right above the corner of your mouth." I mutter, my thumb brushes his lips for a second.

Caught, my eyes sneak back to search his gaze. But he just looks at me. My heart feels like it could break any second, if I dont open my mouth to say something.

"You are" I begin to say "so beautiful to me. Every freckle you have, the colour of your eyes, your hair, your lips, your voice, just you."

I cant hold back anymore.

"i-i love you, Alex. I really do. I thought it would just be a crush that would go away, when time goes on, but it hasnt. You´re in every piece of my heart, you hold it together. You are my joy, my laugh, my sadness, you were everything for me, the first second I got to know you. Because you are the best person in my life, my best friend, my other half, my partner in crime, I would bail you out of jail in a heartbeat. Without you, my heart wouldn't beat anymore anyway. Because you make it live. Every day, every time I see you. Maybe if I would have known better, I would have never agreed to take your jacket, the first time we met. If I would have known, how absolutely in love I would get with you, it would have scared me to death. But now? Now I know better than to be away from you, because I better live as your best friend than without having you in my life. Because now, being away from you would be my death."

In one second, I bail my heart out and before I know it, he takes my face in his hands and leans forward. He stops his movement right before our lips touch.

"I think you will be the death of me too, sweetheart."

And with that, he kisses me.

Slow at first, his lips touch mine, so very soft and gentle. I almost think I´m dreaming, because his lips do feel like a dream to me. His hands caress my back and I clutch to his shoulders, afraid the moment will end. His warm hands strive back to my cheeks, tilding my head in a way he can have more access.

And I let him, mainly because I´m too caught up with this emotion and also because I would let him do anything with me. My hands are in his dark hair, gently tugging at his strings, so I get to hear that little breathless sound he makes, that makes my heart flutter.

I sink in his warm embrace, moving my lips with the same rhythm as him, hearing my heartbeat in my ears. His right hand goes to the back of my neck and this action makes me weak in the knees. And he notices it. Gently he breaks apart, leaving me with the want to have more of him and when I open my eyes - I didnt know I closed them - he looks at me, like I´m the sun and he´s the moon, that was away for too long.

"God, you´re so beautiful." His voice is deep, I can hear him catch his breath. His words make my heart ache until I think it isnt able to comprehend his compliment. I feel his lips again, my eyes flutter at the contact. One hand around my hip, holding me steady and the other one, around my neck, making me unsteady.

"alex-" a moan wants to escape me, but I try to hold myself together. His lips leave my mouth and trail further down, finding a spot at the curve of my neck.

"god, yes. Say my name again." I´m pretty sure, I never wanted him more than now.

My hands linger in his hair, I feel his hot breath on my skin and clench my thighs together. He is making me feel all worked up. As his lips leave that spot, I whimper his name, but as soon as his mouth leaves my body, he reconnects with it.

Brushing my hair aside, he kisses me again for a second before he lets go of me. With that, im completely convinced he hates me, the way he´s making me suffer. I hear him quietly laugh, so I slowly open my eyes to watch his face.

"You look drunk on love. Are you alright?" He smiles at me, looking at me, like he didnt just turn my world up site down (and my panties wet, by the way).

"What?" I ask, catching my breath. His skin glows and as I watch every detail of his face (how could I not), I almost miss his next sentence. "I would have never thought that this was your idea of gaming." I feel his shoulders move, when he tries to keep himself from laughing.

I gently smile and roll my eyes. "You are just too handsome for me, to concentrate on anything other than you." His cheeks turn red and there´s a glimmer in his eyes, that makes me feel completed. "So that´s why you have bad grades in math, maybe I shouldnt be sitting next to you then." His joke makes me laugh.

"Well, maybe you can give me some private lessons, so I could improve." At that, he opens his mouth, but no words are said. "Too stunned to speak?" I lean forward, his eyes follow my lips. "You just never flirted with me, its distracting." He looks up.

I just shake my head. One of my hands sneaks around to linger at his cheek. "Oh, trust me. I have. You just never noticed." His eyebrows rise. "Thats a shame. But I guess I have now." He catches my lips.

Yes, he definitely did notice me now.

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He's frozen like a deer in the headlights, almost literally. Bet he can see the damn truck now! Well, at least the light bar, drenching him and the side of the road my truck faces. His wreck of a car is somewhere in the darkness behind us, taking a much bigger part of the kinetic energy with it once our vehicles collided.

He doesn't remember that. He doesn't remember climbing out of his car in the ditch, screaming profanities and homophobic slurs at me, and waving a bat around in some attempt to scare me. What did he think? To scare me into giving him a lift back to town? Too late to ask him any of that now, newly minted fuckboi that he is, vacantly staring into the light, mind wiped clean. At least for now.

"Pull up your shirt and show me what you got," I tell him. Without question, or any hint of mental capacity of any kind, he complies, showing off his smooth, toned abs hidden beneath his silky polyester track top. His designer underwear is riding low, showing off his cum gutters and where his pubes would have been if he wasn't shaved smooth everywhere below the nose. Quite the change from the hairy gut his button-down cotton shirt strained to contain. Am I overreacting by turning a middle-aged middle manager into a vacuous slutty twink just because he accidentally attempted vehicular manslaughter and then aggressively lashed out due to stress-induced panic?

Nah, fuck him. We both could have died, had I been mortal. This is his reincarnation. Besides, it's not like he will remain a mindless automaton for long. His old self will start to seep in, a bit of consciousness there, some memories there. In a few weeks he'll be the same soul as he was before, within the constraints of his new body, hormones, urges, and mental capacity of course.

"That's enough. Get in the truck." Getting a young, hot body isn't really a punishment, but I want to make the world prettier than I found it. Getting dick in all orifices isn't a punishment either. Some people would even consider it heaven, especially someone with a body that reacts to it as his does. I know of several places I can dump him where there are a bunch of men who'd love someone like him. Someone who won't say no to anything. Not for a few days at least. Then, as his old self slowly wakes up in his new situation, he'll have to make the decision to leave heaven or confront his bigotry. There's the punishment.

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chronicbeans · 7 months

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Let's Make a Deal! (Yandere Queerplatonic Alastor x Fallen Angel Reader)

Part 1: Hello, Deer!

Part 2, Part 3

TW: Fear and Panic, Confusion

You wake up, your eyes opening to see a red sky above you. It takes you a few moments, before you remember what happened. You got kicked out of Heaven... Someone had convinced the other angels to cast you out, by lying about you...

You sit up from your spot on the ground, looking to your wings and frowning. Their gold hue has turned to an ash grey. You quickly begin panicking, realizing the horrible situation you are in. You are in Hell, alone, with no knowledge on what it is like. You being a fallen angel makes things worse! What if the people here don't like angels? That'd be reasonable, considering the exterminations... You never took part, but it'd make sense...

You stand up, your legs shaking a bit, before you run in a random direction through the streets. You feel millions of eyes on you. You need to find some way back to Heaven! To convince them to let you go back! To-

You are so lost in your head, you don't process where you're going, despite looking ahead of you. You run straight into somebody. Your eyes widen as you look up at a tall woman in a red blazer. She turns, looking to you... Then, her eyes suddenly sparkle. "Oh my goodness! Are you an angel? Please, please come with me!"

As you are about to protest, your hand is grabbed and you are dragged along the streets towards a hotel. She's also singing some sort of song, but you are too spaced out and panicked to actually process it. Before you know it, you're standing inside a hotel, dazed and confused, surrounded by sinners...

"WHERE AM I?!" You wave your arms a bit in a panic, as the woman stops singing and tries to calm you. "No, um! You're at the Hazbin Hotel! A place of redemption! You, um... you're an angel! A fallen angel, yes? So, you now have a chance at being redeemed!" She then gestures to herself, smiling nervously "I'm Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell." You look up to her, trying to calm down. "Like... The daughter of Lucifer?" "Well, yes.... But Lucifer was an angel, too! So, I'm sure you both will have a lot in common, and-"

"Now now, dear, why don't you give our new guest some space?" You look over to the entrance to the hallway, which leads to the rooms, spotting a... Tall deer demon, dressed mostly in red. His wide grin fills you with anxiety, as you notice the pointy teeth. He continues, his voice sounding as if it's coming through an old-school radio. "My, my! They look like a deer in headlights!" He then laughs, taking a few steps over to you.

When he stands right next to you, you notice how tall he is. Everybody here is so tall?! You frown, taking a deep breath, while Charlie takes a step back. "Sorry..." You wave to her, taking deep breaths "No, no, it's alright... I'm just a bit panicked! This um...! I just fell into Hell. I don't know where I am, or why exactly I was casted out...!"

"Darling, our lovely princess of Hell here, has brought you to the right place, then! The Hazbin Hotel is the safest place in Hell! We have Lucifer, himself, guarding this place!" The deer man then wraps an arm around you, continuing. "I am Alastor, the host of this establishment! Let me show you around. Charlie was just out buying stuff to get the next workshop ready, so I'm sure she's going to be busy getting it all up and running." She is about to complain, before Alastor then looks over to her. "Charlie, dear, you know how you are. If you don't get it done now, it'll never get done." "Fine... Thanks for helping, Alastor." "No problem, my dear."

He then grabs your hand, leading you along. You follow, hesitantly, too afraid of the entire situation to say no. Your heart was still racing with fear, and your mind with all the worst outcomes. What if he kills you? What if he eats you alive? What if Lucifer shows up?! What it-?!

You feel a random tapping on your head, knocking you out of your thoughts. You look up, seeing that Alastor literally bopped your head with his microphone. "Are you listening? I said that this is your room." "Ah... sorry. I got caught up in my own thoughts..." He grins a bit wider, patting your head. "Don't be worried. I made sure to place your room right next to mine, so that I can keep you safe!"

That isn't very comforting, but you hold back that comment... "Alright, Alastor..." You slowly open the door, expecting the worst. This is Hell. The room's probably going to be terrible.

You peek inside, a bit shocked by how it looks. It looks a bit like a warm cabin, of sorts. Certainly not something you'd see in a regular hotel. It has a warm fireplace, dark cherry wood floors, some nice furniture, and a comfortable looking bed. You walk over to the fireplace, the fire inside looking to be an unnatural, but beautiful, red and pink flame.

"Now then... what's your name, dear?"

You flinch, looking over to him. The room seems to have calmed you down, a little, even if you still feel slightly uneasy. "I'm (Y/N)... As you could already tell, probably, I'm a fallen angel, not a sinner." "Well, to have fallen, you've probably done something wrong, yes?" Alastor walks over to you, his grin turning a bit smug. "Though, I shall say, with the way you act like a scared little bird, it probably wasn't something as bad as the others in Hell. I'll give you that much." Once again, he boops you with his microphone, this time tapping your nose with it. "I'll also give you a pass on not introducing yourself for this long. You must've been so frightened, you simply forgot!" You gently nod, taking a deep breath.

He steps away, grinning. "Now then, take your time to get settled in! I'm sure you'll be here for a while! Farewell!" Before you can even respond, he's closed the door and left your room. You stand there, in front of the fireplace, flabbergasted. He's strange... You get an off-putting vibe from him, but then again, that's how you feel about everything in Hell.

You look back to the red and pink flames, and you swear, for a brief moment, that you see a small flicker of green in them.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin alastor #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor the radio demon #alastor #hazbin hotel yandere #yandere alastor #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #queerplatonic

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willowsages-blog · 5 months

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his touch: Johnny Knoxville x female reader

warnings/tags: 18+ ONLY, (the reader is in her 20’s and Johnny his 40s)

the feeling of the silk sheets over my freshly shaven legs was so familiar. I glance at the space on my bed, begging to be filled. Johnny has yet to leave my mind after our encounter. there’s nothing I want more at this moment than to grasp onto his back and feel his lips melt into mine, just once more. he knew just what I needed to hear. and I want it back.

I dial his number.........

his headlights illuminate the front of my house. I unlock the door, ready to see him walk through it. As the door fell ajar, I could feel my grip on the tabletop tighter and my desire even deeper. I saw him peek through the cracked door before stepping in. I watched the corners of his mouth turn upwards when he saw my face. the sound of his footsteps getting closer and closer only made me more excited.

my gaze fell to his hand, slowly reaching for my blushed cheek. four of his fingers slid across my jawline and through my hair. “missed me, hm?” Johnny grinned.

it took more strength than it should’ve to meet my eyes to his. i took a deep breath in before i answered. “of course i did.” the simper on his face grew wider, displaying his satisfaction like an attraction at a museum, and i was intrigued.

i stepped away and opened the cabinet to my left. from here i grabbed a bottle of hennessy and the two of us a glass. i looked back at him, shaking the bottle from side to side, my eyebrow raised, inaudibly asking him whether or not he’d be joining me. he nodded.

we sipped on our drinks as i led him to my room. i held his hand in order to direct him, and all i could think about was how big it was. i looked back at him and smiled. he’s gorgeous.

i listened to him mumble single words at a time, and it made me more anxious than i’d been all night. we stepped in the room after i pushed the door open with my foot.

two half-filled cups and a bottle of hennessy rest on my dresser.

I felt a pair of cold hands grab onto my shoulders. his clutch grows tighter as he gently massaged my back. I could feel the tension within me release everywhere his fingers would land. I smiled and threw my head back, expressing my delight. just then, I feel two kisses land on my neck.

he spins me around to face him. I watch as he unscrews the bottle, I set down earlier. “open” Johnny mumbles. I’m obedient. the silky liquid floods my mouth. I swallow, but the vanilla aroma still lingers. he smiled and picked me up by the waist.

my back hits the bed ever so softly, my legs hanging off. I lay my head back sluggishly. I watch his jaw clench and un-clench and squeeze my legs together. his gaze traced the shape of my body. “you’re so beautiful, y/n”

I swipe my tongue across my top row of teeth, begging for something more. he bends down to kiss my jaw as if he read my mind. his breath fanned over my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I feel his hand slip between my thighs. he circled my clit over the thin polyester shorts that covered it. As Johnny continued, I felt my back form an arch. My chest fell down, and lifted again, faster and faster. he grabbed onto my waistband and pulled it downward, exposing the absence of my underwear.

the shape of my entrance was traced by the tip of his middle finger, allowing him to feel how wet he made me. I watched Johnny take his finger off of me and put it in his own mouth, his eyes not breaking contact with mine.

I could see the print in his jeans become more defined. “god, take it off already.” I cooed. Johnny chuckled under his breath. the sound of his Knoxville belt un-latching was music to my ears. his pants hit the ground, allowing me to observe his hardened cock even further. his shirt was quick to follow.

he bent down to my level and gave me a kiss. his lips were the softest I’d ever been in contact with. he felt like heaven on top of me. we parted, and he peeled my shirt off. at this point, my breasts were totally exposed. his eyebrows furrowed in desperation.

his head crept closer and closer to my tits until I felt his lips wrap around one of my nipples. he trailed the kiss all around my body, not missing a single spot.

the pattern I was breathing to was beginning to lose itself as my breath grew shakier. his fingers interlock with mine, and he looks up at me. “are you ready?” he questioned. i nod my head at a loss for words. his thumbs slip into his underwear. he swiftly pulls them all the way down.

“tell me who this pussy belongs to, I wanna hear you say it”

“you, Johnny. all yours” I managed to spit out. “such a good slut” he cocked his head.

and finally, he plunged himself into my pussy, pumping in and out. Johnny was able to find the perfect rhythm to rock my world in an instant. I swallowed the lump in my throat and let out a despairing moan. he covered my mouth with his hand, only to muffle the sounds I’d be making. “shh, shh, shh” he hushed.

Johnny thrusts himself further into my core, making my juices drip down my leg. my mouth drooped, pleading to be heard, but still, nothing would come out.

his dick left my insides before he flipped me onto my stomach, just to stick it back in. My hands grasped the sheets. he slapped his hand to my ass, leaving a bright red handprint behind. “look at you, bent over like a slut for me”

I squeezed my eyes shut. Johnny tangles his fingers into my hair, pulling it toward him. I tried to speak, but every time I tried, I only found a groan slipping out. “you look so pretty around my cock, y/n” Johnny spoke. everything he said left his lips like a soft prayer. I could almost taste the conceit radiating off of him. “mmm” I hummed, now completely unable to form a sentence.

his hands left my waist and wrapped around my wrists, bringing my hands over my head. now, I was not only restricted but immobile. his grip was unbreakable.

the space between my eyebrows grew thinner as I batted my eyelashes in ecstasy. the sound of his heavy breathing was so soothing. “that’s it”, “Right there” he whispered.

before I knew it, I felt him slip out of me and spill all over my back. “fuck” he huffed. “Stay right there, princess.”

the sound of his footsteps led to my bathroom, where he grabbed some tissues to clean me up with. “you’re such a good girl” Johnny smiled.

I flipped myself over, earning a sweet kiss. I studied his brown eyes until he broke the contact. I situated myself onto my bed and he joined me. we look over at each other in sync.

“I missed you too”

#johnny knoxville x reader #johnny knoxville smut #jackass #johnny knoxville imagine #johnny knoxville fic #fanfic #multi fandom blog #character x reader

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[Phantoms of Past — Abby x Reader]

[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, Christmas themed, br!reader, angsty, MDNI]

a/n: well, is this late for Christmas? yes. but do i care? also yes bc i'm paranoid and have some need to make stuff on time, so imagine my despair when i couldn't finish this. but i ALSO know that I'm doing my best, and for that i have to pat my own back. anyway, this is for my brazilian besties out there!!!

cw: reader is brazilian, usage of phrases in pt-br with the translation after and between parenthesis, owen mentioned (this man is a cw by himself idc this is not a owen appreciated blog), mutual pinning, Abby understands portuguese and even talks some. let me know if i forgot something.

not proof read | word count: 3,274

reblogs are highly appreciated!!

While you drive through the recently cleaned streets of the neighborhood you grew up, thanking the heavens that it stopped snowing for now, the radio plays a seasonal song and your murmur along. The traffic on the main roads were chaotic, almost as congested as your uncle's arteries, but now the decorated rooftops and doorsteps replaced the headlights on your peripheral vision. In front of a house stood a snowman, or at least his body stripped of arms and face.

You park in front of a house with simple adornments and flashers around the main door, a LED deer standing next to it and a small table with fake cookies and milk on top. All the energy was so reminiscent of the years you'd spend a whole day decorating the house with your mom, mainly inside, just so your father and sister could take care of the outside. Now that you both were grown and away, the couple occupied itself with the house interior and resumed the exterior with a simple approach. It never failed to take a smile from you, though, especially seeing the way they would adhere to simple things just because it looked cute, even if it had nothing to do with their native traditions.

Coming from Brasil, for the first part of your life you had hot weather and sunny days on Christmas. Maybe a night of rain, but never snow. Fireworks and catholic mass were on the list, but your parents went just to go along with the rest of the family and friends. They weren't religious, so in the end Christmas was simply another holiday, but with presents and - as all the other holidays - a family gathering. The main difference now was that you were studying in another city, becoming one of the absent relatives; you know, the ones that mainly go home for the holidays and vacations. It wasn't bad, but they definitely missed you a lot and the feeling was mutual.

Using your key to get in, the sounds of Simone’s “Então É Natal” (“And So It Is Christmas”), a brazilian holiday song, hit you immediately. You chuckle, taking off your boots and coats. From the front corridor the ornamented tree is visible, carrying innumerous lights and details. There's probably not a single empty wall, the seasonal decoration filling every inch of your field of vision.

“There she is!” Your father shouts as you appear in the living room smiling. The man goes into your direction with open arms, holding you tight. You smell that same cologne he wears since you can remember anything, and along with the warmth of the house, it truly feels like home. Some of the tension from university and work just falls on the carpet, leaving your body to receive all the good things inside that place.

“Carlos, you'll smash our child and I cannot have another one”, your mom yells somewhere from the kitchen direction, making you laugh.

“I can get another one anywhere, Marília”, he finally lets go, an arm around your shoulders. “Won't be as nice as this one, though”

“Of course not, she's irreplaceable”, your cousin Felipe says, approaching. “Prima, você tem feito falta!” (“Cousin, you have been missed!”) He holds you sideways with an insane amount of exaggeration, taking an embarrassed chuckle from you. Felipe was a lawyer with a lot of charisma, but inside he was just your cousin that your mom liked a lot. You both used to play together growing up. “From some people, a little too much”, he whispers playfully before running away, not letting you scold him for bringing up something you were not prepared to deal with this earlier, especially when the person implied wasn't even around. Yet.

Your father doesn't seem to notice, now talking with your mom again.

“Hey, Alice”, you wave to Felipe’s wife sitting on the couch, drinking something on a Christmas themed mug.

“Hey, sweetie! How's uni?”

“Tiring”, you shrug. “How about the kids?”

Your name is once again shouted through the house, and as you turn around three kids are running into you. Camila, Jorge e Rayana hold your waist, almost making you fall with a laugh. Camila is the oldest, at five years old, but the others are at the age of three. They're simply the most precious people in that family.

“Meus pestinhas!” (“My little brats!”) You start messing their hairs and pinching their ears playfully.

“Eu perdi um dente, olha!” (“I lost a tooth, look!”) Camila smiles widely, showing the first little window on her mouth.

“Ela tá ficando banguela e feia” (“She's getting toothless and ugly”) Jorge points out, and by Camila's reaction this isn't a new saying.

“Well, that's too bad. Because you'll get toothless and ugly too, just wait a few years”, Rayana and Camila laugh as the boy pouts at your response, looking at their mom.

“Vamo, vamo, abram espaço. Preciso abraçar minha filha” (Come on, come on, clear the way. I need to hug my daughter) Your mom’s voice finally reached the living room before her arms were wrapped around your torso. It's warm and familiar, you've missed her so much.

“Oi, mãe” (“Hey, mom”)

“Você tá tão magrinha, filha. Aposto que não anda comendo direito na correria, né?” (“You're so skinny, child. I bet you haven't been eating well in all the rush, right?”) The caressing she does on your back is reassuring, and by that you can tell you're going back with bowls filled with food. “Sua irmã vai chegar só mais tarde, seu pai vai buscar ela na estação” (“Your sister will arrive just later, your father will pick her up on the station”)

“When will uncle Jerry get here? He said he would get me new crayons”, Rayana mumbles while playing with one of the numerous ornaments on the lit up tree.

You try not to react to what that phrase implies, going with your mom to the kitchen to busy your hands and your mind with something else. She would probably kick you out of there soon anyway, she never liked having other people in the kitchen with her unless very necessary. But the need to act normal, smile and not think about family friends coming over it's bigger than the prospect of being scolded out of a room.

While the conversation continues in the living room and the song plays to never leave an empty place in your audition, you hover around the place talking with your mom about the neighborhood news and her routines in the morning walks group. It's comforting to know about what's going on, even if it doesn't really affect your life.

You help her cut the bread to make rabanadas (french toasts), looking forward to finally eating them. It's one of your favorite things of this season, even though you could actually find it anywhere at any time of the year. But the memories of having a plate of those on the supper table, covered in sugar and cinnamon, it's one of your favorites. So you're dividing your attention between the chore of slicing the bread and listening to your mom speaking, when a name being yelled in the living room catches your ear and you almost cut the tip of your thumb.

It's Jorge’s voice. “Abby!”

It's a blessing your mom didn't notice it, but now you have a bigger motive to stay inside the kitchen and never leave it.

No matter how much your mother talked, or the music filled the air, or the people in the other room got into different conversations within the group; her voice seemed louder than any other thing to you. You would swear she was next to the table you had the cutting board on, chatting with the children and playing with them.

You could swear you could listen to her whispering to you about lonely nights and missing pieces of a puzzle.

“Tia!” (“Auntie!”)

Your mom stops speaking just to turn around and look into the tall woman's direction. “Abigail!” Her comforting, mothering arms hold the strong torso, and the blonde needs to be in a not very straight posture to fully embrace your mom. What could you say, hightness wasn't in your family's genes.

“One of these days you'll be able to carry me around, with how big and strong you're getting!” And they both laugh as if Abby didn't live at the end of the block and they saw each other constantly.

All the while, you're trying to avoid the upcoming, inevitable moment. Your eyes glue on the bread, but you're not really looking at it. They're talking but you can't decipher the words, just assimilate the sweet voice making your cells tremble in vibrations. Cutting another piece, and another, then another, then-

“Puta que pariu-” (“Motherfucker-”), a drop of blood falls onto the cutting board when you pull your hand away, thumb red and hurting.

“What happened?” Your mom asks, concern in her voice.

“I cut my finger”, the running water of the sink makes the wound sting when you put the finger under it, the blood keeps coming out.

“I can take care of that if you need to”, Abby says, making you look directly at her for the first time of the night.

And you have to give the lack of air to the pain. You have to, because otherwise you would be admitting that looking at her takes your breath away.

“Yeah, Abby is working as a nurse in a school now. I bet she's used to this type of thing”, Marília goes to the cutting board, taking the pieces you've cut already.

There's nowhere to run over this. What will you say, that you don't want her to take care of your wound? That you can't be next to her, orelse all the coherent thoughts in your mind will fade away, leaving room for her voice? That your fingers ache to touch her?

You look to your still bleeding finger under the open faucet, then to the tall, blonde woman again. And while your mother wasn't looking, you both had a silent conversation about something, everything. She could see the doubt in your eyes, but you could see the pleads in hers.

“Sure, I think it wouldn't be much…” You try to smile, finally turning the faucet off and grabbing a towel to wrapp around your finger.

You both go upstairs, she tells you how there was a first aid kit in the bathroom and your stomach jumps at the realization that she knew your house more than yourself probably. Looking forward at all times and trying not to pay too much attention to her careful hand touching your arm like she was guiding you around the place.

“Go to your room, I’ll take the kit”, and you don’t even look at her to see how she was looking at you. You don’t know how that hurt her, mainly because you’re trying to get out of this situation as fast as possible.

The room is just like you always leave it after the breaks, bed neatly covered and books on the shelves. Some stuffed animals that you couldn’t bear to donate were aligned on a shelf next to a poster of a band you liked, the black and red contrasting with the creamy colors of a small giraffe. You saw the table where once you were pressed against, the lamp giving a soft light on the room as you felt a pair of lips so close to yours after all those years of yearning and silent pining.

“Okay, let’s give this a look” she was back using that voice, the one for the workplace. Tender, but firm; like she was trying to be secure, but reassuring.

Abby pulled the chair next to the table so she could sit in front of you, her knees together between your separated legs as she carefully took your hand and unwrapped the towel. Crimson drops started to flow down your finger, and the blonde woman never took the blue eyes away from the cut.

The distance wasn’t enough. Her scent would haunt the bedroom all night, making you dream about her just like it happened before, during your late school years, when she came to spend the day and left you numb and daydreaming. Her touches were so gentle, featherlight.

“It wasn't that bad, we can handle it”, she muttered like she was talking to one of the students from the school she worked at. “So, how's college?”

“It's okay, I guess”, with eyes glued on your own hand, you tried not to notice her thighs too much. “I've been working my ass off to write a paper while keeping up with classes and the monitoring thing”

“You'll get this, I'm sure”, you looked up just in time to see a smirk on her lips, but then returned to look down again before being trapped on that hypnotizing expression. “After all, you've always been very good with your words”

“It was easier in school, though”

“It always is”, she cuts the bandage before wrapping your finger with it. “But that's the thing, right? We start to realize how school was maybe easier, but then again, would you rather be back?”

“Oh, fuck no”, you chuckle as she finishes the curative. “I wouldn't change this for that”

“Yeah”, you finally look up more confident, meeting her indescribable expression. “I would change some things, actually”

“Like what?” You're just keeping the conversation, just trying to let it flow well enough for it to be bearable. You surely weren't expecting the next phrase.

“I wouldn't have dated Owen”, she sighs.

Owen was Abby's boyfriend. They started dating in the last year of school, and looked very much in love, for your displeasing. He wasn't a bad guy per se, but the fact that you already had a crush on Abby made you think that your feelings towards him were totally based on jealousy. So every single thing you had to say about him would be shoved down your throat immediately, and you'd just smile and nod to your friend anytime she mentioned him. You told her he was nice - couldn't bring yourself to say more than that - and supported their relationship with the most painful role in that whole story: the best friend with an unrequited crush.

By fall you found out she and Owen had broken up. Right after…

“Why is that?” Her eyes wander from the quilt to your hands, then back to your face. They were so beautiful, you could spend the rest of the night admiring them. Or the way her hair would fall around her face with soft lines, how her freckles were so attractive to the touch, especially on her arms.

“Don't think I was really into him… At least not in the right way”, Abby was the one not looking at you now, almost more interested in putting the stuff back on the kit box. “I could've been honest with him… And with you”

“Abby-”

“That's fine…” She shrugged. “He was a little bit of a dumbass anyway”

Silence falls around you both, filling the room with an emptiness.

The image of them both in your living room, last Christmas, haunts your mind as soon as you remember how you knew nothing and was too caught up in your own thoughts at the time. The way she laughed at his jokes, making your stomach turn as you smiled politely. Or how you saw them kissing next to the coat holder by the front door, and all the food you ate wanted to come back in awful bitterness.

You never told anyone. Never said a word, as always, rather keeping the green feeling on the back of your mind in order to not do something stupid - like being rude or start crying.

But then, you came home for the summer break. You dad was making barbecues in the backyard, you mom decorated the house with all the stuff your cousin brought from Brasil on his last trip, and you'd listen to pagode in the living room while the kids were playing and running, waiting for the meat to be properly roasted so they could finally eat.

Internally, you were ready to deal with that same gut-rotting feeling all over again. The plan was to sustain the fake expression until the time allowed you to pull the tiredness card on everyone and go to your room to watch some old telenovela.

Abby showed up alone, greeting everyone as usual. And when she looked at you, you could swear that was something in her eyes that could make you shiver. How she took your figure in before hugging you, how she held you so tight and for a little bit longer. How she was always trying to be next to you. You couldn't decipher, though, and the whole day went by mixing the confusion of her being without Owen and not even mentioning his name, and the rush of being that close to her again.

That night, in your room, she kissed you. Right there, where you were sitting now, she held your face between your hands and your skin shivered, while her lips touched yours.

You waited for years. Kissing her was probably one of the only things you wanted to do every time she was around, flesh craving hers. And it finally happened… But she had a boyfriend.

So you never talked about it again. You went back to college and texted her less and less.

“Abby, Abby, Abby!” A childish voice came from the corridor, the door opened to show Rayana. “Come here, I need your help to defeat Jorge and papai” (dad)

“Okay, I'll be there in a second!” The blonde smiled before the girl ran back downstairs. “Well, it seems like a have a duty”

“Can't let her down, she'll never forgive you”, you both chuckled while she got out of the room, first to leave the kit back in the bathroom and then to go to the living room again.

Sighing, you laid back on the mattress. Just like that summer night, you were alone in your room trying to collect your feelings about an interaction with Abby. Heart beating fast and a familiar warmth on your chest, wanting to curse every single entity for putting you in this position.

You came down maybe 15 minutes later, mask back on to decorate your face with a smile. You saw the tall woman on the mat with the younger children on top of her, attacking her while laughs filled the place.

“Okay, okay, saiam de cima da Abigail” (“Get off of Abigail”) Your mom didn't have to say it twice before they were sitting next to her. “Abigail, I need a favor. Remember that bowl I lent to you last week?”

“Sure”, her arms seemed stronger now that she was supporting herself on the elbows. Why was she so gorgeous?

“I need you to get it for me, darling”

“Okay, I got it”, Abby got up and immediately went grabbing her coat again.

And you were about to go back to the kitchen to make yourself useful, but it couldn't be that easy.

“Filha, vai com ela. Está nevando bastante, não é bom dirigir sozinha nesse tempo” (“Daughter, go with her. It's snowing a lot, it isn't good to drive alone in the weather”)

“Oh, it's not necessary-” She really tried, but your mom wouldn't take a negative answer.

“I'm not asking, you won't go alone!”

You nod and start putting on heavy clothes. It was okay, all good. You both would get in the house, grab the bowl, and get back in no time. It would be fine.

[dividers by @cafekitsune]

#abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby tlou2 #abby the last of us #abby tlou #abby anderson #tlou abby #tlou2 abby #abby the last of us 2 #christmas theme #deblklesb #abby anderson the last of us #abby anderson tlou #abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson tlou2

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ghostbandxyou · 2 years

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Menstruation and the ghouls:

I saw someone do this recently and since I was on my period this week I figured why not?

NSFW Minors DNI

But first LORE!-

Ghouls aren't human in my headcanon they are some sort of demon creature. So they like blood, any blood (extra points if it's human). Luckily our ghouls are relatively well behaved so there have been very few incidents. But as a precaution, Siblings that menstruate are encouraged to go on some sort of birth control and all ghouls are sterilized when summoned. However, some people can not go on birth control or theirs is finicky and the church understands this. Most of the time the ghouls are able to interact with menstruating siblings with no problem. However, keep in mind ghouls are also territorial.

Dew- (TW for possessiveness in relationships) Dew is the most affected by blood especially if it's his partner’s. Your sent wafting around is gonna drive him a bit crazy and he may be more possessive of you. (it's not that he thinks you are weak it's more that he worries about other ghouls getting ideas) If you are not down for sex during your period he may need to separate himself from you but, if you are down to pound Dew will practically be begging to taste you. Oh! and fire ghouls are walking furnaces feel free to ask if you can use him as a heating pad. (he actually takes great pride in helping his SO)

Rain- Because he's a water ghoul he is naturally empathetic seeing you in any sort of pain hurts him. He will do whatever he can to make you comfortable. When you first get together he would be quite shy about it not because it grosses him out or anything but because he wants to respect your boundaries. If you ask for anything he's quick to do whatever it is you desire (praise kink) He takes pride in making you happy and that's about as territorial as he gets.

Mountain- The minute he smells your blood his pupils become saucers and he looks like a deer in headlights, might need to step out of the room for a moment to collect himself. My big boy is very gentle he's heard what periods are like from around the clergy your gonna have to tell him it's okay to touch you and remind him your not glass especially when it comes to sexy times. Once Mountain gets between your legs he’s in heaven (hell?) either way he will spend hours worshiping your cunt coaxing orgasm after orgasm out of you. He will never admit it but it might be his favorite type of sex. Mountain checks up on you throughout the day just to see how you're doing and make sure you're taking care of yourself. Mountain has never been super possessive but you do notice there are certain people he steers you away from if you're actively bleeding.

Swiss (Lest get nasty) - (Okay my head cannons for periods and swiss are just gross so major TW for just kinda creepy grossness) He is obsessed with your period the smell the taste and spends most of it between your legs especially fixated on the blood dripping out of your pussy. ( I can't believe I'm about to write this) Swiss would absolutely suck on a tampon. If you leave a pad or tampon in your bathroom trash uncovered he will pull it out and stare at it for a good minute. If you walk in on him he will discard it then hoist you up on the sink immediately going for your cunt. (I'm not down with piss but I'll write shit like this god I'm fucked up) Obviously, once you tell him that's not okay and makes you uncomfortable with it we would absolutely stop. Just remember his demonic side is very impulsive. He is the one ghoul who you can spill all the gross shit with like if you tell him about the massive period shit you just took he'd be like “that's fucking disgusting nice!” (will I regret writing this… yes am I still gonna do it…yes)

Ather- is probably the best when it comes to periods. Definitely has your period on his calendar. If you're coming over he's got a heating pad plugged in, gotten all your favorite snacks, and made a cozy blanket nest on his bed. Offers to go out and get you stuff even if it's the middle of the night. When he's on tour he will secretly arrange for chocolates to be delivered to you as a surprise. Of course, he's down for sex like the others but your comfort and safety are the top priority for him.

Cumulus- She gets get periods suck. Keeps your preferred pads and whatnot under her sink. Expect lots of snuggles and cuddles from her. She's pretty horny for blood for the others but menstrual blood doesn't really do it for her. Maybe it's because she knows the pain it causes or because of her own experiences either way, not her fav. If you want it, of course, she will go down on you and/or fuck you she doesn't find it gross or anything. It's just not as good as biting your thigh before she eats you out and, mixing the blood with your juices while she takes her fill.

Cirrus- Plans her schedule around you so you never have to be alone. (If you want to be alone she's okay with that too.) Makes a list of your favorite period snacks when she goes out she makes sure to always bring you something. Offers to hang out at your place so you don't have to leave the comfort of your own bed, even plans ahead and brings you dinner after particularly long days.

I might do the new ghoul later I don't have a good grasp on them yet

okay that's it please ignore any mistakes I am an idiot, I'm sure everyone and their mother has done this but I'm still gonna do it (if I haven't done it already)

#ghost band #ghostband #nameless ghouls #nameless ghoul #dew #dewdrop ghoul #swiss army ghoul #swiss ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the ghoulettes #ghouls #ghost bc #ghost x reader #ghost x you #ghost headcanons

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apoemaday · 2 years

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Love Poem

by John Frederick Nims

My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls in china, burs in linen, And have no cunning with any soft thing

Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people: The refugee uncertain at the door You make at home; deftly you steady The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers’ terror, Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime Yet leaping before apopleptic streetcars— Misfit in any space. And never on time.

A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only With words and people and love you move at ease; In traffic of wit expertly maneuver And keep us, all devotion, at your knees.

Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel, Your lipstick grinning on our coat, So gaily in love’s unbreakable heaven Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float.

Be with me, darling, early and late. Smash glasses— I will study wry music for your sake. For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break.

#poetry #john frederick nims #love poem

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"Badlands" by Halsey Sentence Starters

CASTLE

"I'm sick of all these people talking."

"I'm already choking on my pride."

"There's no use crying about it."

"I'm headed straight for the castle."

"They wanna make me their queen/king."

"I probably shouldn't be so mean."

"They've got the Kingdom locked up."

"If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised."

HOLD ME DOWN

"This is what I live for."

"Throw me in the deep end, watch me drown."

NEW AMERICANA

"We don't feel like outsiders at all."

"We are the new Americana."

"Young James Dean, some say he looks just like his father."

"You could never love somebody's daughter/son."

"The city's ours until the fall."

"We know very well who we are."

DRIVE

"All we do is drive."

"All we do is think about the feelings that we hide."

"All we do is sit in silence waiting for a sign."

"Your laugh echoes down the highway."

"We can't stay."

"Would it really kill you if we kissed?"

HURRICANE

"There's a storm you're starting now."

"I'm a wanderess."

"I'm a one night stand."

"I'm the violence in the pouring rain."

"I'm a hurricane."

"Lately, I like 'em crazy."

"You could devastate me."

ROMAN HOLIDAY

"Do you remember the taste of my lips that night?"

"I remember the fear in your eyes."

"We'll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights."

"The timing's never right."

GHOST

"I'm searching for something that I can't reach."

"I don't like them innocent."

"I like the sad eyes."

"Kiss me in the corridor."

"You say that you're no good for me."

"I hate you when you leave."

"Where'd you go?"

"What happened to the soul that you used to be?"

COLORS

"You're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece."

"You were a vision in the morning when the light came through."

"I know I've only felt religion when I've lied with you."

STRANGE LOVE

"We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night."

"They think I'm insane."

"I don't have to fucking tell them anything."

"That's the beauty of a secret."

"These days I can't seem to get along with anyone."

"Well, is this fine?"

"Will it be alright?"

COMING DOWN

"I found God. I found him in a lover."

"Now we're lost somewhere in outer space."

"I've a got a lover, a love like religion."

"I'm such a fool for sacrifice."

"I'm such a fool to pay this price."

HAUNTING

"Keep on haunting me."

"Now I think I'm possessed."

"I've been cold since you left."

"I'm hoping you could save me now."

"I've done some things that I can't speak."

"I'm begging you to keep on haunting me."

"I know you're gonna keep on haunting me."

"But then your eyes had to wander."

"You weren't looking for me."

"I've tried to wash you away, but you just won't leave."

"I came here so you'd come for me."

GASOLINE

"Are you insane like me?"

"Do you tear yourself apart to entertain like me?"

"Do the people whisper 'bout you on the train like me?"

"You shouldn't waste your pretty face."

"You can't wake up, this is not a dream."

"You're part of a machine."

"You are not a human being."

"I think there's a flaw in my code."

"These voices won't leave me alone."

"Are you deranged like me?"

"Are you strange like me?"

"Do you call yourself a fucking hurricane like me?"

CONTROL

"They sent me away to find them a fortune."

"They're coming for me."

"I tried to hold these secrets inside me."

"My mind's like a deadly disease."

"I'm bigger than my body."

"I'm meaner than my demons."

"Please stop, you're scaring me."

"I can't help this awful energy."

"God damn right, you should be scared of me."

"Who is in control?"

"I jumped at the slightest of sounds."

"I couldn't stand the person inside me."

"I'm well acquainted with villains that live in my bed."

"I've grown familiar with villains that live in my head."

YOUNG GOD

"You know we're gonna be legends."

"We will stumble through heaven."

"If there's a light at the end, it's just the sun in your eyes."

"I know you wanna go to heaven, but you're human tonight."

"Do you feel like a young god?"

"You know the two of us are just young gods."

"If you wanna go to heaven, you should fuck me tonight."

I WALK THE LINE

"I keep a close watch on this heart of mine."

"I keep my eyes wide open all the time."

"Because you're mine, I walk the line."

"I find it very, very easy to be true."

"Yes, I'll admit that I'm a fool for you."

"You give me cause for love that I can't hide."

#rp memes #rp prompts #rp starters #rp lyric meme #lyric starters #lyric prompts #sentence starters #roleplay starters #roleplay prompts #not the old me. 2.0 me. no it's all of meme combined (ask meme)#when there was me and queue (queue)#artist: halsey #album: badlands

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*psst* The evil-dad imp is staking out the hotel rn. He isn't even aware that we aren't even there right now.

Wait. He is aware that both you (a powerful overlord) and the literal king of hell live here, right? And that both of you hate him, right? Cause if not, there's just no hope for this gu- oh crap. Charlie just invited him inside. Uh oh.

The Radio demon's thoughts snap away from the whole heaven fiasco the second he notices Nova freezing up. Ironically like a deer in headlights.

The lobby door is slightly open, revealing Brax to the pair before he can notice them. Alastor pulls the girl close and uses his shadows to swiftly get to Nova's room.

The girl has trouble breathing, panicking by the mear sight of her 'father'

Alastor: "Nova, darling, look up. There, now breathe."

Nova: "Ca- can't"

Alastor: "I know you can, in. Out. Don't dwell on it if you don't manage. Just keep trying"

He gently guides her, until she can breathe on her own

Nova: "He'll take me back! He'll- he'll"

Alastor: "I will make him leave, dear. Sit tight, try not to worry too much"

He gives her gives her s quick kiss on her forehead and is out before can really think to hard about it, reappearing betw the man amd Charlie.

Charlie, cheerfully: "Woah- Oh! Hey Al ! Someone wants to know more about the hotel, he's hell born bur-"

Alastor: "I'm sorry Charlie, but I don't think his interest in the hotel is genuine. He is after our dear Nova."

Charlie: "Why would he-?

Her mouth slammed shut giving the mam another once over. She visibly becomes a little more guarded.

Charlie: "Are you her father?"

Alastor doesn't think he's ever seen so much disgust in her face.

#send asks #ask #ask blog #ask me anything #hazbin hotel ask blog #alastor the radio demon #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #nova #Brax #hazbin charlie #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie #original character

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andromerot · 2 years

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and btw? even the deepest wounds will heal over time ill run my fingers over your scars and yours over mine theyll never find us if we turn off our phones we're off the grid we're off our meds we're finally out on our own now i see color coming back in your cheeks angel dont fight it to them you know we'll always be freaks no i dont mind if i lose my legs or die i've built a home inside his eyes and i ain't leaving and i pray for plagues to come down on this egypt and i dream of blood fire and lice and something tells me i may be singing this song a long long while but ill be bringing along a big broad smile to wear as i walk that final long mile back to the city where they broke my heart wide open bleeding on the marble tile a song is a dream that keeps going on when its over a man hears a song in the soft spoken voice of his lover a hero goes on when the others believe its all over a sister is strong when she fights for the cause of her brother dont wait a moment longer stand up and turn the doorknob and ill tell you my secret if you will tell me yours i am hideous and no one can ever know when the sun gets low down bloody and red i tie a little knot at the center of my head i dont think ill be showing up at synagogue a quarter past seven sometimes you go through hell and you never get to heaven which is your voice on the phone to me saying the operation went smoothly and they still cant kill us hopefully and youre in the car on the road to me with your brand new body i drew your name in the sand came to the beach cause we used to go here i watched the blue wave cover it over do what the ocean does best i know the past is the past but then again the present's nothing without it i feel fine dont even feel sad about it i just love you baby so bad i believe in God but i dont believe we're getting out of this one before somebody pays for the things ive done i am shattered i am bleeding but goddamn it im alive the government went bad we got a raw deal a transangelic exodus on four wheels but ive seen the broken halo that she never wears hanging by the stairs angel i'll be your guardian if you'll be mine authorities are trailing right behind im not afraid we read the psalms at night clear through nebraska with just one headlight i looked a real long time to find the border of a kingdom of love outside the reigning order and i found my angel on a motorcycle im a queer for life outlaw outsider. just saying though. idc

#ezra furman

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eashmo · 1 year

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7 minutes in hell, or is it heaven? Part 22

-Please Don't Leave Me-

Warnings: NONE

A/n: very long chapter. i wanted to basically write all of episode 7 from the show because it fantastic material to use but fuck that lol.

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Racing out of the mall towards my car, we all heard a motor revving, "Jonathan, please get the car started." I try to sound calm, throwing him the keys, limping around my car, my breath instantly hitches when I realize it's billy in the other car. Cocking and pointing Nancy's gun at him, my hands were shaking.

"Please, baby, don't make me shoot you." I pleaded under my breath.

"No, no, no, the car isn't starting!" Jonathan yells.

Billy suddenly speeds toward us.

"Shit, we got to go!" Lucas shouts from inside the car.

Tears were streaming down my face as I shot nine rounds at him. His headlights were getting brighter in my face, ducking I hear a crash and tires screeching. Looking up, I saw that Steve crashed his car into Billy's, diverting it from hitting me. I saw his car going up in flames.

"BILLY NO!" I scream, trying to run to him, but Nancy was holding me back.

“I got to save him. It's still Billy.” I cried as a roar from the mind flayer cut through the night. Nancy was dragging me into the car as Steve and Robin got in. Jonathan is speeding off. we have to go back and save El, Mike, and Max.

*Time jump back in the mall*

*Billy pov*

i wrapped my hands around El's throat. squezzing tightly, she gasped for air.

“Seven feet.” she suddenly says.

Immediately, I see light, so many lights flashing, “You told her----the wave was seven feet.” The memory begins to surface - the sea breeze on me, even from so far away. She’d been so proud of me.

“You ran to her. On the beach,”

“There were seagulls.” The sound of the birds, the sand in my hair, the water on my feet, the endless, endless joy.

“She wore a hat....with a blue ribbon.”

“A long dress…” I remembered it well. “...with a blue and red flower.”

“Ye– yellow sandals, covered in sand,”

“She was pretty.” She was. Closing my eyes, remembering the memories of joy.

“She was really pretty,” El continued, crying more, my hands loosening around her throat.

We were both crying together, i couldn't move, nodding, god she was pretty, she was beautiful. “...and you, you were happy.”

I feel like I'm going to collapse when she also shows me Y/N smiling at me, loving me, seeing her smile whenever I say I love you, seeing her when I wake up next to her, her beauty just like my mother Cora. I have failed my mother, and I have failed the love of my life and my little sister.

El, reached up and put a warm hand on my cheek. She doesn’t want anything. Just to give warmth. I closed my eyes again.

Memories shatter with a roar. I get to my feet as the creature comes forward. before, I could even think our fists clashed in the air. I scream when a tentacle stabs my side.

"BILLY!" Max screams.

I need to save my friends, my sister, and most importantly, i need to save y/n ,I'm not going to fail you again. My thoughts were cut off when I realized I was being pushed out of the way.

*Y/n pov*

I shoved Billy out of the way of another incoming attack, I didn't have time to register ,that I also needed to move as well until a tentacle punctured the right side of my chest. As nothing but pain filled my body, my mind hadn’t acknowledged the voice that screamed my name as the creature yanked its tentacle out of me and threw me onto my back. I swore death would soon arrive to take me until what felt like a hand sat on my chest, trying to stop the bleeding. so much blood. i was bleeding out.

An eerie silence takes over the mall, a memory flashed like a movie projector of Billy behind my closed eyes.

*flash back*

Hawkins County fair. The night he accidentally proposed to me.

“Baby come on!” I shouted as I ran past him with the stuff y/f/a that he won me.

“baby girl, slow down”

“But i want to get on the ferris wheel before the fireworks start” i pouted at him, dragging him along.

shaking his head as He chuckles. we reach the ferris wheel.

" 3 tickets to ride." the operator said. i fished 3 tickets out of Billy's butt pocket and handed them to the ride operator. boarding the ride. we suddenly stopped at the top.

"Why did we stop?" i asked.

"i paid the operator a little extra."

"really!, why?, you know you didn't have to."

"i know, but i'll do anything for you, princess." he chuckles.

"You're such a softy," i giggled as the fireworks started. i slid into his arms, staring up into the sky with awe. what i didn't see is that he stared at me the entire time.

"i can't wait to marry you," he said to himself, but i heard him over the booms. i pretended that i didn't hear him. I gently put my hands on his face.

"You're missing the fireworks." i laughed a little. he grabbed both of my wrists in each hand. we stared at each other as the lights refelct off our eyes.

"Kiss me, Hargrove." i say softly.

"gladly," he says as he intentaly captures my lips with his.

"By the way, me too." was all i said into his lips. feeling him smile against me.

*end of flash back*

Opening my eyes to see blue eyes staring back into mine “B-baby are you back?” I whispered out as everything came back to me, I nearly sat up, but he held onto me, which prevented me from moving much. He, too, was severely injured, taking a blow to the side of his torso. He held onto me as if his life depended on it.

“I'm back, princess. i'm so sorry that i hurt you.”

He nuzzles his face into my neck. “B-billy i have something to tell you?” my voice trembled, sounding afraid. “You..” I was coughing up blood. “.. you are going to be a dad.” I try to hold his face as he looks at me with shocked wide eyes.

“I'm going to be a dad?” he sobs.

“Yes sweetheart, If its a boy i want to name him Mikey, but if its a girl i want to name her Cora, after your mother'' I say weakly, please god don't let me die, don't let my body give up now.

Billy let out a loud sob, pressing my face against his chest. He placed a hand over my stomach, “Why? Why did you jump in the w-way?!”

“I-” It took me a couple of breaths, and it hurt, “I couldn’t lose you again.

"I'm cold..” My voice cracks,

“Hold on, baby girl, help is on their way, Max! Please help me “ he shouts through tears.

“You can't leave me yet, don't go where I can't follow.”This was the last thing I heard before everything went numb. and i go limp in his arms.

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ink-through-her-veins · 1 year

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“Why are you stopping?”

Arthur pulls the car off the road beside a dark field, and aggressively shifts it into park before turning to glare at his passenger. He tightens his grip on the steering wheel until his knuckles are white.

“I’m stopping,” Arthur begins calmly before taking a steadying breath and proceeding to lose his composure and shout, “because we are lost!”

Merlin rolls his eyes. “We aren’t lost.”

“Then how far away are we?”

“I dunno.”

“When’s our next turn?”

“I’ll know it when I see it.”

“It’s pitch black out here!”

“That’s what the headlights are for!”

Arthur’s out of the car, slamming the door shut before Merlin can stop him. It’s a starry night, colder than a witch’s tit, and they’re lost—per Arthur—in the middle of rural Wales. Arthur walks a few steps from the car and let’s out a string of curses.

Merlin leans over, rolls down the window, and calls out to him, “It’s fucking freezing. Get back in the car.”

“I should’ve stayed in Camelot! I could be drinking alone in front of a roaring fire but instead I’m in the middle of nowhere with you!”

With a put upon sigh, Merlin gets out of the car to deal with Arthur’s tantrum. He’s supposedly studying political science at Uni but so far he’s mostly learned how to talk Arthur off a ledge.

Merlin looks up at the night sky and the blanket of glittering stars shining down on them from above. He points to a collection of stars. “That is the Little Dipper, it’s a part of Ursa Minor.” His teeth begin to chatter. “My mother calls it ‘arth fach’; little bear. When I was little, she called me the same thing until I proudly went to school and declared that the stars were named after me.”

When Arthur snorts he can see his breath in the frigid air. He shivers and moves closer to Merlin. Merlin’s entire body tremors in the cold and Arthur can’t stop himself from wrapping his scarf around the thinner man. He’s only just able to stop from pulling him into his arms, something that’s become increasingly harder in the four months since they’ve met.

“So you were always a bit of a prat, then.” Arthur’s voice is softer than he intends. Their proximity makes the moment more intimate than humorous. It saps away his anger, replacing it with a fondness that’s becoming far too common when he’s around Merlin.

“Oi, that’s the pot calling the kettle black,” Merlin grumbles as he winds the scarf around his neck and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I was a sheltered child. I didn’t know any better and unlike some, I grew out of it.”

Arthur doesn’t say a word. The silence of the countryside is broken only by their breathing and the soft hum of the car’s engine. Merlin tips his head to the side, uncaring that with their arms close enough to touch, his head is all but resting on Arthur’s shoulder. Arthur nearly gasps when Merlin’s fingers—still warm from his pocket—grab Arthur’s hand. Merlin gently guides it toward the heavens. Arthur’s eyes follow.

“And that one”—Merlin traces a path between the stars using Arthur’s finger—“is Perseus, the hero, which I am, because that”—Merlin drops Arthur’s hand and points to lights in the distance—“is the cottage!”

Merlin’s smile is blinding as he dances away from Arthur, proclaiming his victory in the light of the headlights, before getting back into the warm car. Arthur waits just long enough to get control of his pounding heart before following after him.

((From Chapter 5 of my fic, For The Years Have Been Long))

#merlin #fanfic #merthur #Merlin fanfic #merthur fanfic #ithv fics #arthur pendragon #Merlin Emrys

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adventure-showdown · 11 months

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What is your favourite Doctor Who story?

ROUND 1 MASTERPOST

synopses and propaganda under the cut

The Book of the War

Synopsis

The Great Houses: Immovable. Implacable. Unchanging. Old enough to pass themselves off as immortal, arrogant enough to claim ultimate authority over the Spiral Politic.

The Enemy: Not so much an army as a hostile new kind of history. So ambitious it can re-write worlds, so complex that even calling it by its name seems to underestimate it.

Faction Paradox: Renegades, ritualists, saboteurs and subterfugers, the criminal-cult to end all criminal-cults, happy to be caught in the crossfire and ready to take whatever's needed from the wreckage… assuming the other powers leave behind a universe that's habitable.

The War: A fifty-year-old dispute over the two most valuable territories in existence: "cause" and "effect."

Marking the first five decades of the conflict, THE BOOK OF THE WAR is an A to Z of a self-contained continuum and a complete guide to the Spiral Politic, from the beginning of recordable time to the fall of humanity. Part story, part history and part puzzle-box, this is a chronicle of protocol and paranoia in a War where the historians win as many battles as the soldiers and the greatest victory of all is to hold on to your own past…

Propaganda

Is it about Dr Who? I mean, sort of. Arguably. You could say the Doctor is present in it. Somewhat. Not by name tho because that would be illegal. But definitely there are uh. well. there's definitely stuff in it that's DWesque. It's Dr Who Adjacent. It's Dr Whoish. Strong Dr Who vibes. (@eighthdoctor )

Experimental sci-fantasy that defined the Time War and started a whole series of its own. (anonymous)

This Town Will Never Let Us Go

Synopsis

From up here you can see it all, hear it all, taste most of it and feel the rest when the electric lights and the satellite signals prickle against your skin. The town, from midnight to six, marked out in headlights and the flash-fire of a culture in War-time. Séance-messages written in the patterns of the road signs, and ghost-transmissions scrambled into the background noise of the traffic. Animal scent-signals from the fried food stands. All describing something, buried under the tarmac and the street-geometry.

Down there, a girl in a fake-bone mask is working on a ritual to bring it to the surface. A popular performing artiste with a navel stud and serious identity problems is finding herself stalked — literally — by her own image. An ambulance crewman is about to find his own way of getting involved in the War.

And bringing them all together, in one neat little urban mythology, there's Faction Paradox - part cult, part subculture, part pop phenomenon, and part criminal syndicate, either watching-without-being-seen or simply not existing at all (at least until someone invents it). Assuming they're not wholly imaginary, the archons of the Faction seem like the only ones who know what this town really is - what every town really is — and what's bound to happen when it wakes up.

Propaganda no propaganda submitted

Of the City of the Saved…

Synopsis

For Humanity, the War is over...

We all remember Resurrection Day. Even now, three centuries later, we cannot forget that awakening: our bewilderment, our terror and our joy. Each of us had experienced death, imagining ourselves bound for oblivion, Heaven or Nirvana, according to taste. Instead, we found, each member of the many human species — from tool-wielding australopithecines to posthuman philosopher-gods — had been harvested, gathered here by the Founders’ unfathomable technologies.

Reborn in our countless immortal bodies, we were given the freedom of the City of the Saved. A single conurbation as broad as a spiral galaxy, she has been our sanctuary from the ravages of the War. That monstrous conflict between inhuman cultures cannot touch us here: we live our afterlives beyond the end of time, in perfect safety.

We may be certain, therefore, that these rumours of a murder (the brutal stabbing of a City Councillor, no less!) are nothing more than lurid fabrications. The supposition that the murder weapon is missing, or that it could have been — as hysterical conjecture has claimed — a "potent weapon", capable of injuring a Citizen within the haven of the City, is equally absurd. The idea that a guerrilla war has already begun in one of our less harmonious enclaves need not be dignified with refutation.

Please go about your business, Citizens, as normal. We are perfectly safe, here in the City. Humanity has never been safer.

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Doctor Who and Shada (fan novelisation)

Synopsis

The Doctor and Romana visit Professor Chronotis, a retired Time Lord living at Cambridge University. The Professor wants to return an ancient and very powerful book to Gallifrey - but the book has gone missing.

Skagra, an evil scientist, steals the book and the Professor's mind - and also takes Romana and the TARDIS.

In order to stop Skagra, the Doctor must discover the secrets of a notorious Time Lord criminal, and a long forgotten prison called Shada...

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The first ever adaption of Shada and one of the only fan novelisations (anonymous)

Harvest of Time

Synopsis

After billions of years of imprisonment, the vicious Sild have broken out of confinement. From a ruined world at the end of time, they make preparations to conquer the past, with the ultimate goal of rewriting history. But to achieve their aims they will need to enslave an intellect greater than their own...

On Earth, UNIT is called in to investigate a mysterious incident on a North Sea drilling platform. The Doctor believes something is afoot, and no sooner has the investigation begun when something even stranger takes hold: The Brigadier is starting to forget about UNIT's highest-profile prisoner. And he is not alone in his amnesia.

As the Sild invasion begins, the Doctor faces a terrible dilemma. To save the universe, he must save his arch-nemesis... The Master.

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An amazing 3rd Doctor story that feels very much like the typical Delgado!Master stories of the time! Featuring: UNIT, Original Characters, a poster with the Master’s face on it stating to remeber him, and more! (anonymous)

#round 1

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A place in heaven where the perfect forms of all things reside, and everything we experience in our lives is a shadow of these ideal forms.

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11.29pm

September 1995

She'd shot him and he'd thanked her.

They talk in codes about Navajo code talk.

They don't talk about his father's blood on his shirt.

They don't talk about her sister's blood on her floorboards.

The things they do talk about: Probability. Plausibility. Deniability.

They talk in the darkened interior of the car about lightning (relativistic electrons, cosmic rays, ions in cumulus clouds) , teenage angst (she confesses she smoked cigarettes on the porch much to her fathers disappointment, he confesses he purposefully flunked the honor roll much to his fathers indifference) .

They theorize the terrible things they would have wrought had they been Darren Peter Oswald.

It all seems so easy to talk and talk without ever really talking. A sesquipedalian purgatory.

Mulder rambles, his words as restless as his hands on the steering wheel. "Never had a crush on any of my teachers. Too much blue rinse for me."

Rambles on and on and on until he hears a soft twitchy snore from the passenger side.

He shuts up. Eyes back to the road. The sound of miles passing.

In his mind he keeps rambling.

Mulder wants to ask how she is.

How are you sleeping with the rusted iron of your sister's blood under the hallway rug? Can your mother look you in the eye yet? Has the dirt settled on the grave?

He feels, irrationally, foolishly, that he will call her Dana. Wants to confide that he has several books on anthroponymy collecting library late fees. That he practices saying her name in his dreams.

Wants to confess this the way a criminal confesses for leniency, a sinner confesses for absolution.

Dana. Dana. Dana.

From the corner of his eye he watches her hands fold and unfold in her lap as she sleeps. They remind him of the pale seafoam of the pacific coast.

Dana, I wore your cross for you. Dana, I'd carry your cross for you.

He wishes to be her panacea.

In the dark there is a flash. A cracking sound of the firmament breaking open. Thunder.

On one long exhale he says woefully to himself: "People used to think lightning was a sign from the heavens."

"Maybe they were right."

He doesn't mean to turn so quickly to her. So quick it's almost whiplash. Her eyes shimmer in the dark. The edges of her fuzzy. She looks like a nereid peering up from briny black depths.

Barbed light spears the skies ahead. A ghostly flash fills the car. Mulder blinks and sees shadows.

Licks his lips and wonders if the Scully women possess the powers of clairvoyance, telepathy. Thinks of the Scully women, fracturing apart around him. Haughty and intangible, stoic mythoi.

Collateral damage.

He replies: "Oh yeah? What sign do you think the heavens have deigned to send down to us mere mortals, Scully?”

The thunder rolls over them. “I don’t know.”

Mulder worries his back molar with the tip of his tongue.

Would it make any difference to know the signs?

“I don’t blame you, Mulder.”

Halogen white cuts the opaque night as his heart is torn asunder. A heavenly shout follows.

Dana.

“Scully.”

“I don’t blame you. I don’t blame you for anything. You didn’t make my choices for me. This is my life. She was my sister.”

Mulder feels a pang of guilt, so sharp and unyielding that it makes his ears ring. “Scully, if I hadn’t—”

“Mulder, stop. It wasn’t your fault." Her voice crackles with the syllables, tenuous with grief. "And… and it wasn’t my fault either.”

He tries to swallow past the painful lump in his throat. Feigns to himself a great interest in the asphalt of the interstate under the headlights. The first rivers of rain sliding along the windshield.

“And I chose… I choose to stay, Mulder. I believe in what we’re doing. I believe in you.”

He wishes she would believe in anything else.

"I don't know if I deserve that kind of faith, Scully." The words barely audible over the engine, the tires, the thunder, the terrible four chambers of his heart constricting. "You've given up so much."

"So have you."

Mulder turns to face Scully and for a moment, he sees her clearly within the mortal realm of their entwined lives.

He wants to argue with her. Tell her he didn't choose to give up anything. That it was taken from him in a flash of white light on November 27, 1973 and he can still feel the metal of his fathers gun cold in his sweat slick child sized palm. This is his life, not hers.

He wants to tell her that she can, that she should , walk away and choose anything else.

Choose her family.

Choose her happiness.

Choose a life without him in it.

It's only been three years. It's not too late for you (it is for me) .

Be a doctor. A sister. A daughter. A mother. Dana, Dana, Dana.

The words stick in his throat, unspoken and heavy, and he hates himself for being selfish.

For all his rambling he can’t find words now.

#txf #xfiles #mulder angst #mulder and scully #xfiles fanfic #season 3 #my writing

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