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theolmtales · 2 months ago

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That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AFAB Reader)

Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.

I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)

I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

After your heated ''conversation'' with Ganji, you started to be a little more cooperative & nice toward him & the others. Well, in your own way. & mostly with him. But old habits die hard & it didn't take you long to start avoiding him. The reason? Well it's up to Ganji to find out, if he can catch you that is.

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?

After the… events from that night, he had expected you to tone down your attitude. If not with the others, at least with him. There had been some heartfelt confession that night, after all. Nothing close to love, but he had hoped the two of you would get along better.

The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!

It wasn’t regret from the night; you had more than enough gut to tell him to his face & you weren’t scared or jumpy near him. No, it was something else. Was he at fault? No, you wouldn’t be hiding, you would be throwing it at his face with that annoying smirk of yours.

Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.

At first you were completely normal. A little bit of red on the ears and an annoyed look when he would smirk at you. Honestly, he was loving the shift in this dynamic. You were still harsh, but there was a lot less bite to it. Unless someone messes up bad.

The biggest change was probably the fact that you were teaming up with him now. You two were killing it. Or dying like complete morons sometimes… You still need a little more oil in the engine of teaming up. But not that much, guess all that time bickering at each other before was paying off in a surprisingly effective way.

But now you had made a 180-degree turn. Sitting as far away from him at the waiting table & doing everything in your power to not team-up. Unless absolutely necessary… At least you didn’t revert back 100%. But the weirdest part was the… silent treatment? He saw you gave shit to another teammate, but him? None of his recent mistakes came with a comment. Not even a little tsk.

He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.

As for your room, well, it was hard to find. Nobody ever bother to know were you where & it turns out your room was in a very recluse spot. You had to make a certain number of turns in a specific order. Turn out that’s how the less social survivors had their room arranged in this ever-changing manor.

Honestly, the first time he found your room it was by accident. He had nothing better to do & decided to roam endlessly to try & find you. He got you just as you were closing the door behind you. Knocking (& trying to knock the door down) prove unsuccessful. He had heard sound coming from inside, so he knew you were there & saw correctly.

After that, you got a few days break because he couldn’t find your room anymore. It’s Orpheus who told him how it worked, he said he didn’t know what your pattern was, but that he knew of one. Fucker gave him Aesop’s pattern. Now he was sure Orpheus knew about your pattern.

& thus, it took him a couple more days to find your room again. He tried to go by memory, but he had to gave up & find Orpheus. He told him he came right on time; he just found another pattern… Yeah sure.

Once he found it, he tried to talk through the door. But either you weren’t there, or you refused to answer. Man, you were so stubborn. Now that he thinks about it, most of your problems could probably be solve if you would just stop being such an ass. Literally.

He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.

But alas, here he was again. Waiting. Though this time he was hiding farther away, in a corner. You would have no choice but to pass by his hiding spot. He was waiting like a predator for its prey. This time you weren’t escaping & you two were going to talk this out. Oh, you were so getting it by the end of it.

To pass time, he was trying to figure out if something had happened when you change demeanor. But the only thing he could think off was that you start avoiding him the same time you could sit normally again.

…It couldn’t be that, right? Ok he did go harder on you, put that was the accumulation of months of anger from your shitty attitude. He wasn’t planning on doing that again. Hell, he wasn’t planning on having any type of love related relationship with you, he just didn’t want you to go breaking down. You were always making sure everybody was as safe as they could be, without any regard to your own well being. Hence the awful attitude, to make sure you didn’t become close to anybody. The breaking your back part was just an unexpected turn of events. You deserved it.

Suddenly he ears the sound of a door cracking open. He stops moving & breathing. Silence. Then the sound is followed by a pair of hesitant footsteps & the noise of a door closing. Then, the footstep grows closer et more confident.

You barely turn the corner before realizing that there is someone. Your eyes rising to meet the person’s face. But at the same time, you register who it is from the clothing. Your eyes widen in surprise.

‘‘Shit.’’

You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.

‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.

‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.

‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’

‘‘No idea what you could possibly be talking about. You’re the one stalking me like a creep!’’ You answered trying to divert the subject. Quickly reverting to your protective tactic after the initial shock; being a pain in the ass.

‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.

Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.

You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.

‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’

‘‘What is what?’’ You’re a liar. ‘‘You & I had a little bit of fun in the infirmary & now you think I’m going to be your little cock drunk thing? Please. Your dick ain’t that special.’’ You continue, ending your sentence with a scoff.

Ganji refrain from rolling his eyes, but you can feel it in his gaze. ‘‘I’m not talking about that part & you know it. Why are you avoiding me? You know I’m on your side & you can count on me? If you can’t stop pretending in front of the others at least do it with me. I already told you; you won’t last long if you only make enemies.’’ His voice was harsh, but calm.

A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all of his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.

‘‘I don’t want your help.’’

False.

‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’

You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.

‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’

‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.

‘‘What do you want me to say!?! I’m being the worse person I can possibly be to you & out of nowhere you tell me you trust me & I should do the same? That’s sketchy as fuck man! & I’m not talking about the part, right after, where you jump on me! How am I supposed to interpret that!?! That’s some weird kink you got there!!!’’ You’re too taken aback to think clearly & you’re on auto pilot. Half being a dick, half being truthful.

Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.

‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’

His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.

‘‘…After a while, I figured you probably weren’t that serious about it. People say a lot of things on the moment. & what you mean compared to what it means to me can be two very different things. What you said really made me happy, to be able to trust someone. But I couldn’t shake this feeling that it probably didn’t mean that much to you or that you just had ulterior motives, the more the day passes.’’

The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.

‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’

He continues. ‘‘You realized how much time I spend at your fucking door trying to understand what was wrong with you!? Or if it was something I did?! But in the end, you’re just shit endling your emotions!!!’’

Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.

You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.

‘‘You are so getting it.’’

You gulp. Oh…

‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.

You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock the sigh of it making your own crotch twitch.

You start giving it a few pumps, before opening your mouth & giving some unsure licks, getting a feel of the situation. You suddenly feel one of Ganji’s hand leave your shoulder before something grip your hairs & shove you down his length.

Ganji’s cock goes into your mouth without much resistance. Sliding along your tongue & almost hitting the back of your throat while your nose is getting tickled by his pubic hair from how far he pushed you. You have to claw at his legs to get some sort of momentum, because he doesn’t wait for you to adjust. He as your hair in an iron fist as he pushes you down & up his cock.

After a few runs, you’re able to get your foot back & start following his lead. Deciding it’s best to run along. Running your tongue around his shaft in sink with the motion. Lewd noises coming from you each time his dick reaches your throat. The grip on your hair becoming slightly painful as he starts losing himself in the moment. Heavy breathing leaving him while he rests his head on the wall behind him. His eyes closed to focus on the feeling of your tongue on his cock.

Your own pants are feeling constricted as your excitement grows. But you don’t want to lose your focus on Ganji, too scared he might make your throat even more soar than it will already be. Thus, you opt to grinding your legs together to get some sort of friction, not caring for now if it gets a little painful.

Your moans increase with the stimulation, the vibrations reverberating delightfully onto Ganji’s cock. Suddenly, he ripped you off from his length but keeps your face right in front of it. You use this time to take in more air.

‘‘What are you waiting for? You got a job to finish.’’ His tone is without appeal. You take your hands away from his legs to give him a few expert pumps. It only takes him so much to ejaculate on your face. You already closed your eyes in anticipation, not wanting it to get in your eyes.

While your eyes are closed, Ganji’s makes sure not to miss a second of this show. His cum is covering your face in drops as he holds you still, making sure you can’t avoid it as you keep stimulating him. Trying to milk him as much as you could while he pants.

You even finish with it by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your walls clench on nothing, begging for something as it lack stimuli.

‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’ He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.

You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he get’s your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, finally about to get something inside of you to fill the emptiness.

‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’

‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.

‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.

Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. The walls shacking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly. Deciding to go for slower, but more powerful trust, shacking your inside with each one.

He keeps on going until he feels you approaching your climax. One of his hands leaves its hold on your butt, takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & breast in view of his hungry eyes. Then it goes straight to massaging one of your breasts. Fondling & squeezing them. Then, switching to your nipple. Rolling it between his fingers & ending it with a harsh pinch.

He than goes down to meet your clit. Caressing your stomach on its wake. He presses on your clit & follow the rhythm of his trusts. Drawing & pressing circles, followed by some occasional squeeze. Soon your walls are clenching delightfully on his dick & you’re coming all over him.

It doesn’t stop him from trusting into you, on the contrary he put more strength into it. Preventing you from coming down your high & making you come more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arm & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines muffle by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.

He keeps on going, his hot breath on your shoulders causing condensation to build up on your skin as he gives you sloppy kisses & bites. Not satisfied, he puts you down but keep a hold of your trembling form. Turning you around & getting back in as he holds you by your waist. His strong grip sure to leaves some bruises later.

You’re pressed, yet again, between Ganji’s firm chest & the walls. The coldness, from the new part of the wall, pressing on your nipples & making them harden. All the while Ganji is back inside you, his hips frantically humping in uncoordinated thrusts, chasing after his end.

After a few more frantic thrust Ganji’s can feel his high getting close again & with a last shove, he comes deep inside of you. Spasming, has he empty what is left of him deep in you. His nails digging in the skin of your waist, while he sunk his teeth right were your neck & shoulder meet.

You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore of the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.

‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’

Bonus :

Things that were probably said at one point:

Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.

''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''

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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''

''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''

''...''

#idv x reader #identity v x reader #idv x you #reader insert #identity v #identity v x you #identity v reader #idv #ganji gupta x you #ganji gupta x reader #idv ganji gupta #idv afab reader #idv batter #idv batter x reader

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obae-me · 1 year ago

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I am so sad that I'm not a Solomon fucker, because if I was, I would have actually cared about the Bon Voyage event. It's kind of cute, but I am very apathetic towards good old Sol. What are your thoughts on it?

Sorry for getting to this late! I wanted to actually complete the event before I responded, and I got to it very last minute! (Since I have low-key kind of hated the events lately. I hate spending 2-6 minutes doing the songs only for five lines of text as a reward, it's almost painful, but anyways...)

Now, Solomon as a character, I love. I was very meh towards him in the original Shall We Date, but they really started working on his character towards the end, and in Nightbringer they really pulled it home! Now I love Solomon! Before, he was just kind of some sketchy little sorcerer that they usually brought in to help solve plot devices- and don't get me wrong, he's still like that, but we definitely get a deeper look into *why*.

He's an immortal human whose desire for power and knowledge was so great, he somehow went head on with nearly the entire Devildom, convinced Barbatos to make a pact with him, and then made Barbatos show him every experience he could, at least, that's what I remember from the lore dropped thus far. And what do you usually get when you get a human that knows and sees too much? A broken human. A human who feels like there is no purpose left. A human with mixed morals and a shattered ego.

Now, this part is just my own personal thoughts and theories, but Thirteen talks about how Solomon's soul used to be beautiful like MC's, but then it became ruined. I imagine it's because he 'flew to close to the sun' and it nearly broke him. MC has hope, has love, has so much to learn still, so much to give. I imagine when Solomon learned and saw everything he could, he had hardly any hope left. Nothing was new to him anymore. He spent so much of his life seeking knowledge, and once he finally got it all...what was left? It corrupted him, surely. But then, clearly, somewhere along the line, his new purpose was to protect and stand for the human realm. Then his dealings with demons began.

The game always talks about how Solomon is now closer to a demon than a human. But I think that's because he *had* to "become" a demon. He has so many pacts, had so many exchanges with the Devildom, he had to learn how to survive amongst them. The way he withholds key information until the crucial moments. The way his "accidents" always seem to line up in his favor. The way his generous actions typically end up satisfying something of his as well. Exactly what a demon does. Exactly what someone would learn spending so much time around demons. I mean, that's exactly what MC learns how to do throughout the entire game! Play it smart, do whatever you can to earn the Brother's favors, and get their pacts. And then when MC throws that concept out the window and does things just to be selfless and then gets their pacts anyway? It almost breaks the "law" of the world that Solomon has come to know.

I'd like to think that maybe that's the reason why Solomon was sent to live with Simeon and Luke in Shall We Date. He needed to learn how to be around other beings, and maybe being around angels could correct some of that.

Now, about the event, the event was actually pretty cute. And while I have my general complaints about the events being very short and shallow, this one wasn't the worst of the bunch. Solomon getting some of the demon brothers together to give you a really nice dream is such a cute thing to do (even if he went behind your back to cast a spell on you). And also I'm not sure if it was stated specifically, but I'm like 98% sure MC and Solomon shared a bed at the end there, which is really adorable. I love sleepy bed cuddles.

This kind of ties back to my insights into his character, where he's spent so long being around demons that he's not really sure how to be a normal human anymore. He spends so much of his time planning and prepping how to do something for you when all he really needed to do was ask. All he wanted was a cute little date and to watch the sunset with MC and went through like a 100 step plan just to get it. And MC's little options to scold him for his schemes is really adorable in my opinion. Essentially it boiled down to them just saying "just ask next time, you idiot!". And Solomon being one of the smartest characters in the game being so lost and confused in terms of relationships and romance is really...very cute, which is why I think I like the concept of his character so much. I love when super overpowered characters have weaknesses like this, or learning new lessons.

I also loved the concept of just Lucifer, Asmo, Luke, Belphie, and Satan all just really hamming it up for MC. They preformed for them all just as a little thank you, and when they clarified, it wasn't really for anything huge. Shopping, helping them with decisions, just spending time with them, that was enough to fully convince them to pick up this dream-world-improv. Which...is really sweet.

Man I love these boys.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #anon #asks

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weebsinstash · 2 years ago

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Okay this is probably gonna sound really weird but this specific scenario is stuck in the brain—

Thinking of that version of things where you helped YouTwo make friends, imagine if, in some subjective way, they’re better than you. Not in a “better spider person” way, but more like a slightly more appealing face kinda way? Like you barely look different but if you put your faces into one of those evaluator things they’d get a higher score. Maybe they just have good makeup out smth idk. It doesn’t necessarily have to be this but just some random way that YouTwo is thought of as “better”

But eventually, the spider people start actively treating the copy as the original, because they have it in their heads that the original one they love is the best, so the “better” of the two must be the original. Instead of confusing psychological warfare through mix-ups, reader is actively pushed down and away by the spider people, and at this point they simply move away to a normal part of Nueva York (or their home universe, depending on how we’re doing this) since the rest of the society is clearly happy to focus all their love on the other one.

The good bit comes whenever YouTwo slips up, whether by returning to their home universe if reader’s is supposed to be destroyed, making a bad comment, or just any other kind of mistake that makes the entire lobby pause and look like 👀

Because it’s not just the reveal that they’ve been believing this imposter for potentially months now, but also the fact that they now realise they pushed you away and made you feel like shit the entire time

After whatever punishment they see fit for the imposter is carried out, Miguel is rushing to find where you’re staying now so he can try to apologise or explain or try to make it right or something—

But when he’s standing at your door and running through all the events in his head, seeing how pissed you look at him, he’s wondering how he could ever convince you to love him again (he can’t help but default to kidnapping you and controlling you until you understand a fraction of how sorry he is)

Idk that’s just where brain took me— for me, at least, the best bit is the spoiling and smothering that would take place after, wanted or not!

I wrote this at midnight on my phone soo pls forgive if it’s incomprehensible lol

I'm always incomprehensible with weed or lust so you're good here lmao

Honestly I've been trying to sit and brainstorm 1. How does the Society start mistaking YouTwo for you and 2. How does this actually even work

You know how you can say "hey alexa" and she'll activate and then take further commands, but she's technically always listening to be able to receive the "hey Alexa" command? That's fucking Lyla, dude. I don't know if she's connected to every watch or just some of them but like, dude Lyla is an extremely powerful AI? How would you ever escape? It's not exactly clear how wide-ranging her abilities are, but as a program, she's not limited like you and I are. She can technically be listening and in some way processing and recording every single conversation that someone with a watch is having, or... maybe I'm thinking too much into it but sometimes I'm in the middle of brainstorming a you vs youtwo idea and my brain just goes "well wouldn't Lyla technically be there to set the record straight, wouldn't Lyla technically ALWAYS know who you are?"

And I think the answer to this problem... is to just say fuck it lmao! It's a fanfic and Lyla isn't always technically watching everything everywhere all at once even in canon right? She didn't immediately pipe up when Gwen reconnected with Miles in the beginning of ATSV, even though it technically would have been part of her prerogative to stop anything that would interfere with anomalies or the Spider Society. Technically speaking if I stayed completely 100% canon accurate this is how it would go:

YouTwo: --and they've just been pretending to be me this whole time! Please believe me Miguel, you KNOW it's me 🥺 uwu

Lyla within 5 seconds: heeeeey this is awkward but the electronic signature on your watch says you're the other one though lol? And the go home machine scans your dna and dimensional signature and the original doesnt even have a home dimension anymore? Plus here's some recorded audio from Reader's watch where you were threatening them and telling them no one will believe them if you replaced them, sooo.... awkward!

Like how fucking funny would it be if YouTwo is in HQ and is talking to Miguel and others and really playing their part and Spider Byte suddenly sees you log on this dimension's equivalent of Xbox lmao. Margo just looking back and forth and realizing holy shit. Or Reader deliberately ordering delivery food while YouTwo is out stealing their life or teaching their class and then when the delivery Spider shows up at your apartment that definitely only you have access to, that also helps kinda set things straight

I've even thought of like, you become depressed and start letting YouTwo do whatever they want and one day someone is banging on your front door and it's them "Hey you can't just COMPLETELY disappear, I don't want to work your fucking job everyday anymore, you have all these responsibilities and some of these people ALWAYS want to spend time with you" and you just smirk "oh no, guess that's your problem, 'real me'"

It's like. I'm trying to make it believable but if I ever do write the full fic (which I'm trying to but at this point I'm pulled between many different ideas) I want it to be believable? Like, for example, a lot of my dumb werewolf audiobooks have the protag being bullied and abused, and listening to those makes me MAD. I want readers to read this story and how you/Reader is being replaced and tricked and I want people to FEEL emotions about it, not just roll their eyes "this would never happen/this is so OOC"

But no definitely the yandere rose colored glasses start completely fucking you over, and I think another catalyst is, you seeing how "genuine" all your society friends act when they think it's not the real you you're talking to. Like here's an example i thought of. What if youtwo had the exact same hero name and real name as you and you're out and about one day and Miguel approaches you and he just CALLS YOU A NUMBER. Like say your home universe is 1217 and YouTwo's is 1712 and Miguel just walks up to you, "what are you doing here, 1712? You're supposed to be helping with construction in sector 6" and meanwhile you're just like holy shit do some people legitimately not even call YouTwo by an actual name, are these people more evil than I originally thought, holy shit no wonder YT wanted to steal my life" (and it's partially because depending on the person they either think of YouTwo as a Dollar Tree version of you and are nice to them as well but prefer you, OR they hate YouTwo outright for "daring to defile your image" and have the same voice and face as you, they think youtwo brings shane to you or whatever)

So not only are you starting to become upset about feeling replaced and feeling like you were never important to them to begin with, but then you're realizing that, either overall or with certain actions, that a lot of people are more outright mean and heartless than you originally thought?

And you're standing there "oh YouTwo has smaller pores and clearer skin than me, YouTwo actually knows how to dance at the clubs and parties,

BUT NO the shit where they suddenly start pointing out or criticizing things about you they've never commented on, just all of a sudden they have a LIST of things they dint like about you, when you're rhe same you've always been, SHIT HURTS, THAT'S THE DRAMA AND PAIN I'M LOOKING FOR

Miguel over here finally confronting YouTwo "and your little groveling for everyone's attention is so pathetic! Those empanadas you left on my desk weren't even good! They had all the wrong ingredients and they weren't crispy enough, i had to keep throwing them away--

You: a-actually, um, I was the one leaving you food so that you would eat. The first time came out really bad but i got better after the first time. You didn't like them, or did you not even eat them after the first time? 🥺

Miguel: --and they were fantastic, made me think of my Abuela, really took me back to my childhood, spectacular, outstanding, 5 stars

People start just "sounding off at YouTwo"

Pavitr: you wanted to try and make chai and it was so bitter my auntie poured it down the drain!

Porker: and when I introduced ya to him, you made Roger real uncomfortable with the "jokes" you made about him and his wife, which weren't that funny by the way!

Hobie: your style is conformist, it's like you have no real sense of self identity. Why did I see you at one of my concerts in a shitty leathet jacket and some brand new converse? You don't even know punk lace code, and you didn't even say hi, you just lurked like a creep

You: God DAMN that was ALL me, do you guys like ANYTHING about me????

And like, depending on what I choose or your personal preference I guess, the Spider Society has it rough too! Wait, so YouTwo WAS impersonating you, but it started when you LET THEM, and then there were times you could have came forward but didn't and basically "allowed" yourself to be treated like shit and have everything progress, so there's this, huge lingering doubt in tons of people of "wait so when was I actually spending time with Reader and when was I with the fake? Oh shit you're telling me those times the fake was rude as fuck to me, that WAS Reader, but they were rude because they were mad I didn't know who they were? But they didn't correct me and let me keep being mean to them????". Miguel is over here tearing his fucking hair out because UGH YOU'RE SO FRUSTRATING 😤 why did you let it get so bad, don't you know you could've came to him for help at any time?! (Except he totally lost your trust when YouTwo framed you for that elevator collapse from that one previous idea and he totally 100% thought you did it) but he still loves you and knows You're Going Through It, but, he definitely is. Relieved you're still ok but mad at you? Or disappointed? He's updating Lyla to keep a better eye on you, he's swapping out your watch for one that tracks and stores more information and is more personally customized, he may even decide, maybe he's got a little bit of an anxiety problem after everything that happened and he's paranoid "someone will try and take you away again"

It definitely is not your choice whether you return to the Spider Society or not, and I wouldn't put it past them to have you be "guarded" 24/7 from then on. Why is your Spidey Sense tingling when you're just out in the lobby getting some air? Because even if you can't see your loyal protectors, they sure can see you, from every visible surface, and next time you think you're alone in your apartment, well, some of your buddies CAN turn invisible. Maybe you were never really alone as you thought?

#yandere spiderverse #yandere x reader #sinprompts #yandere stuff

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qfitpac · 2 years ago

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Imo this is the most likely event for Sunday, and let me explain why. (leaks from the QSMP discord)

First of all, earlier Quackity mentioned being on a plane. Why is this relevant? Well the only way to get to Korea is by plane. However, 14 hours later, he tweeted that he had lied about the plane. Now why would he do this?

This is, of course, because BTS had been testing the mod and realized that Korean wasn't working. For some reason, whoever coded the translate mod had mixed up the language files and replaced Korean with Spanish, specifically Spanish with a Korean accent. (Tbf I don't blame them, the file was named something like QSMP_language_file_v3_finalFINALVERSION_KOR_Korean_Hangul_Accented_Spanish_ESPANOL, and obvi if ur screen is small the last part would get cut off).

Now Quackity is in a predicament. He's very smart, obviously, so he cancelled his plane immediately and actually got a 70% refund even though he was technically canceling within the 24hr window. And then he got in a call with admins. I was actually in this call (they added me on accident) and although I don't speak or understand Spanish I was able to comprehend everything perfectly (they were speaking English).

Basically, they were screwed. BTS themselves had scheduled out time to make a guest appearance on the QSMP, this was huge! MASSIVE!! But the translator wasn't working: what were they going to do? Now naturally my first instinct was oh, well they can speak English, right? But I should've held in my trust of Quackity and the entire admin team, bcuz their creativity and problem solving is as always off the charts.

One of the admins (not going to name anyone for privacy reasons) had been doing a project on their spare time. Eggsonas, of course, have been a trend on and off since the first adoption day. And this admin had been making all sorts of models. It just so happened, by a stroke of luck, that they had made 7 bts eggs!!!!! Everyone was so excited about it, the entire call was shouting for a good minute lol. I actually had to take out my earbuds.

Eggs, of course, cannot speak. This solved the translator problem flawlessly, as the sign and book translators were working as normal. It also gave the BTS members an extra 2 hours to play on the server! (previously their managers had allocated 2 hours for them to find/create minecraft skins, which obviously is now unneeded.) It's a win-win-win.

Now on to analyzing the teasers: firstly, you'll notice the Update accounts tweets. These are, of course, referencing how bts have both touched and eaten ice and ice cream. Also, as true fans will know, bts just recently broke their freezer and had to mop everything up. It's a nice red herring given the previous ice imagery in teasers, and we all know Quackity loves his trickery.

Secondly, the seven outlined in grass. Grass has been a prominent feature in many BTS music videos. Some say it's even a staple of their work. For example, in their 4th music video there is grass on the ground, to represent how growing up has made them more grounded. Nextly, the seven. Obviously there are seven members, but combined with grass this is actually a double hint: BTS was active for seven years between 2013 and 2020 during which they released songs. This is a special number for them because of these events.

Now obviously, I don't have all the answers. My prediction on the discourse, for example, was completely made up. But i hope this gives you all a sense of what to expect come Sunday. (also please don't tell any qsmp admins I'm leaking this info 😭😭😭😭)

#qsmp #Qsmp theories #This information is untrue and a piece of creative writing and my lunch break ended 40 minutes ago help.#On my god fit is destroying Spreens house is this him finally letting go?

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year ago

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Okay, I just got here. Sorry for intruding and I'm kind of freaking out about part 4 of Star Swap.

Because there are two Jotaros. Why is nobody talking about the fact that there are two Jotaros? Am I missing something???

Unless I am completely failing in Star Swap lore, in order to not become super convoluted and insane, a universe is localized to a Swap… probably? Anyway from what I understand three universes have an event happening in them and Star Swap is a series… except there's also an OLDER Jotaro here in Part 4! which would be the same Jotaro that experienced part 4 as Josuke! Which is causing problems in my brain.

… I was thinking it's either Joseph and Giono is the exception -Thanks to Hermit Purple Rrequiem- and swaps actually jumps across universes making Older Part 4 Jotaro have that Canon backstory.

…Or… hear me out..

JoJo

Specifically, Jotaro gets some of that Time Jumpy Amnesia and has not a single fucking clue what happened to himself.

JUST HIM

No one else

He is the sole one that gets bonk with a forgot stick

For all Jotaro knows: he blacked out, got possessed, and went to Egypt. Everything went well. His mom got cured and people survived, but STILL. said person that possessed him made a bunch of friends and now Jotaro has to deal with them. HE has to rely on other people's information to figure out what the hell HAPPENED.

Jotaro still gets that Battle Experience in and gets those cryptic forgotten fog of memories from the trip But Yeah

Jotaro has no idea what happened to him when that guy was possessing him. Jotaro doesn't know! he doesn't remember shit!!! All people got is theories.

I have a lot of thoughts and this is probably not even an issue.ARGGGG

.. I'm here thinking that for The Star Swap parts 3 and 4 to connect in an interesting way is Memory Blockage or else Part 4 Older Jotaro would have to walk on fucking eggshells if something wasn't blocking his memories because if he talks or says anything that doesn't link up then he breaks time. Jotaro's fault for actively getting involved!

Probably. I don't know!!! I'm just thinking!!!

you're correct, Parts 3 and 4 have been criminally neglected amongst all this chaos, so this is p e r f e c t

to clarify the universe shenanigans of everything: I've always been thinking that each "set" exists in its own universe. 1 and 6, 2 and 5, and then 3 and 4 all exist in their own sort of "pocket universe" just so we don't need to keep track of of all the inevitable changes and how they influence each other

that being said, funnily enough what you've brought up with Jotaro is REALLY close to what I've been imagining too!

Jotaro is So Fucking Lost when he wakes up back home. He feels like complete and utter shit and is covered in more bandages than he's ever had before. The last thing he remembers is his mom leaving after visiting him in the prison cell after he tried to shoot himself with Star Platinum

only...... when did Star Platinum have a name? When had it stopped being an evil spirit?

when had he stopped being scared of it?

Kakyoin and Joseph are of course INCREDIBLY worried by Jotaro's apparent and very sudden shift in personality. And of course, this panic only multiplies when they find they think Jotaro's stand has been changed as well. They immediately think it's a Stand attack......

but then Holly steps forward and denies this. That this is how Jotaro normally acts and more importantly, that she remembers seeing Star in the jail

now, technically this might be bending the rules a little bit, but I think it would be interesting to give Holly some..... memory weirdness. Maybe we can tie it into her Stand somehow, or maybe it's just For The Plot, but Holly has two distinct sets of memories before she collapsed from her illness

One where Jotaro comes home with her, quiet and awkward and open in a way he hadn't been since he was a child. And another where he refused to leave and shot himself in an attempt to goad a spirit hovering over his shoulder

this then raises the incredibly uncomfortable idea that the Jotaro they'd gone to Egypt with was the imposter. That there had been a fake in their midst the entire time and they never knew. Was he working with Dio? Another group? What was his goal? Why had he done it? And of course, the biggest question of all, where was Jotaro the entire time and why doesn't he remember?

because it's obvious Jotaro was somewhere. He has skills and knowledge he hadn't before. He's different, he's grown in some ways, but has receded in others

Electricity and loud sounds terrify him in a way that can't be described as simple fear

they do what they can to help and figure things out, but they can never find any leads. It actually during these investigations that Jotaro decides to start working with the Speedwagon Foundation on the side and "rekindles" his friendships with the Crusaders

(he finds himself drawn to Kakyoin at times. Or to be more specific, he's drawn to his Stand. The colors and shapes and eyes all feel so tantalizingly familiar, and sometimes he finds himself talking to the being as if expecting a response)

years go by, and the fog around his memories stays. It bothers him less as more time passes and he makes new memories with people who had a headstart on their relationship, but there's always a quiet niggling in the back of his mind about what could've happened

and then a decade later he finds a boy with a different face but identical Stand and temperament to match

#star swap #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #stardust crusaders #jjba part 3 #jjba jotaro #jotaro kujo #star platinum #jjba kakyoin #noriaki kakyoin #jjba holly #holly kujo #sb answers #angstaceanon

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getvalentined · 10 months ago

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for nero! 2, 13, 37

[For the Random Character Asks game.]

2. A canon or headcanon hill I will die on.

Nero is biologically Vincent's child, which is the only reason that he made it to term in the first place while every other attempt failed. Specifically, Nero is the biological child of Vincent after he's been experimented on and has become Chaos' vessel; Hojo was unaware that Lucrecia's experiments on Vincent actually ever did anything except somehow stop him from degrading, and chose to use Vincent's genetic material entirely out of spite. Nero's project is canonically based on Grimoire's work, and I believe Hojo used Vincent as the sire for the very last attempt at getting the project working specifically to know he'd killed Vincent's kid and Grimoire's grandkid while also proving the project to be failure.

Unfortunately for Hojo, the same unique ancestry that made Vincent able to host Chaos in the first place also allowed Nero to survive the gestation process, while using material from after Vincent became genetically tied to Chaos rendered Nero as much Chaos' son as Vincent's. Between Vincent and the corrupted mako used to augment the subject, Nero is slightly more than half-Weapon, and significantly less than half-human, and as such literally can't be killed. There is very little that Hojo regret more than allowing Nero to come into being.

13. Dumbest thing they’ve ever done?

The reason Nero wears a muzzle is because he got particularly aggravated with one of his R&D handlers at one point and, since he was already bound up and had no other way to express his ire, bit him and refused to let go until the Void had woken up and sucked the jackass in completely. He genuinely considers it the stupidest thing he's ever done because the whole rig is really heavy, hurts like hell, rips his hair out all the time, and makes the process of feeding him much more difficult and thus much less common. Prior to this event, Nero was able to communicate and eat fairly normally, although he'd always been treated differently from the rest of the Deepground kids because of how much less human he is. The handler deserved what he got, but Nero wishes all the time that he hadn't done it.

Oh also when he was like eight years old he jumped off a catwalk into the mako well of Reactor 0 and had to be fished out like a toy in a giant claw machine. It took hours and he was basically tied up and thrown in a closet for a week afterward, but it was super fun and made his back stop hurting for a while so he doesn't think it was stupid. (Everyone else does.)

37. What they really think about themselves?

Nero's self-image is...complicated. He's intimately aware of pretty much every facet of himself, because the best way to keep him under control is to make sure knows exactly how much damage he could do and thereby how much trouble he would cause for Weiss if he misbehaved, and this gives him an opinion of himself that is hard to explain and dramatically misunderstood the majority of the time.

Nero knows how smart he is, how capable, and how dangerous. Nero knows he's immortal, he knows he's more monster than human, he knows he killed his mother, he knows he's energetically filthy and that the only reason Weiss can touch him is because Weiss is too clean for the Void to register him as being in need of purification. He knows he's part of something inherent to the Planet, but that his place somewhere in between Minerva's pantheon and human existence makes him unsuited to both, and thereby unsuited to everything.

If asked, Nero would not say that he hates himself, because he's a force of nature and you can't hate nature for doing what it's meant to do. You can't hate a river for flooding when there's too much rain, you can't hate a tree for burning when hit with lightning, and you can't hate a Weapon for being crafted to a purpose. That's nonsense.

But Nero sees himself as inferior to everyone else in essentially every possible way. He's ugly and filthy and disgusting, he's basically an animal that was unlucky enough to be born with a level of intelligence above that of most humans, and all he can do is accept that and carry on. He can't die, he knows that much, and he can't do his job for the Planet because it's not time and he's incomplete anyway.

In spite of all this, Weiss loves him, and Weiss is the only one that ever has, so he says Weiss is the only one that he could ever love. Nero's actions in Dirge being a clear attempt to save as much of Deepground as possible, even knowing that he couldn't leave with Omega at the end, are an undeniable indication that this isn't the case, but he still says it over and over because it's easier than addressing the truth—which is that it doesn't matter if he's capable of love. He doesn't deserve to have it returned, not by Weiss or by anyone.

It's nonsense to hate a force of nature. It's nonsense to love it, too. And that hurts so much that he can't help but hate himself for what he is, nonsense or otherwise. If he were a little more human, he'd be deserving of love; if he were a little more Weapon, he wouldn't be able to care that he isn't. But he's stuck with just too much of one and just too little of the other (or just too much of both, or just too little of both), and there's nothing anyone can do about it.

He'd never say that he hates himself, and he doesn't behave like he hates himself, but that's the only word that comes close.

#nero the sable #headcanon warning #ask game

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Sorry if it's been already asked but I'd love to hear your guys' thoughts on Slide Away(’s lore).

I always very casually liked oasis and even watched supersonic in 2017, just thought it was a cool doc and went on with my day, but got into them deeply after the reunion announcement and was a "normal" fan for a while until I searched oasis on this platform and my whole world shifted and here I am lol

So a part of me still feels it's rational to think it's about Louise, especially when Noel said he thought they were soulmates (this comment from Noel is all over the internet but I can’t find the original interview), and it’s generally believed that the song is about her, but at the same time, whether it's about Liam or not, none of the lyrics screams heterosexual romance and some of the lyrics really evoke Liam & Noel together as a pair, like "together we'll fly" and "two of a kind". I've read the interview excerpt where Noel said Liam came up with "Let me be the one who shines with you" on the spot iirc, which makes it even more of a liamnoel song.

It’s very interesting that the brothers seem to have a more deeper emotional relationship to slide away than some of their other songs. At the top of my head- the collective “WHAT FOR”, the infamous iTunes gig, Noel acoustic Chicago ’98, and I’m sure the list goes on but that’s all I can think of at the moment.

Also Noel saying in MM podcast he doesn’t remember Liam and him shouting “what for” together is so suspicious to me. Just like that one time Matt made him do a fanmade oasis quiz and said this song is disturbingly titled and a bit incestuous but Noel pretended not to be able to guess the super obvious answer. I don’t think Liam would do the same because he seems to be far less bitter about their past than Noel. I wonder it’s because the “what for” is so intertwined with whatever relationship they had back then (they never did it again after ’96 or ’97 for some reason) that it feels like an old inside joke with an ex or something to Noel. He very well could be in complete denial and has partial memory loss but fingers crossed that they bring it back this year🤞

the denial of ("er, thingy") sister lover is soooooo funny always. he's so embarrassed by that song he can't even bring himself to performatively denounce it. the ONE TIME he doesn't go out of his way to make something extra weird by commenting on it when no comment is necessary, and for once this silence actually makes everything so much more sus. a casual "yeah it was about that girl band, bit of a joke" would suffice, but he can't even do that. constantly thinking about that eternal silence on the podcast while matt was prompting him, and the grunted "oh right" and immediate moving on. you aint sly buddy <3.

but anyway, re slide away, idk,,,, i think it's pretty fair to call it an essentially basic noelish lovesong without too much depth to it. AS USUAL there's no way to know for sure bc a) he lies b) his brain is swiss cheese, c) he often takes a long time to write things and repurposes a lot of stuff, so how/why a song begins is not necessarily how/why it ends up. some combo of louise angst + knowing how to whip up a Big Hit on the spot doesn't seem farfetched to me. otoh liam is great at making everything about him, so retrospective meaning can always be applied with or without noel's consent lol. not to mention the loaded emotional weight of its live performances in the later 2000s of course 💀. death of the author applies even (and especially) to noel gallagher.

although the thing you're thinking about re liam supposedly coming up with the "let me be the one who shines with you" line was actually noel refuting that version of events. supposedly liam claimed he invented that line, but noel says there's an early demo of he himself singing it that way before liam ever got ahold of it. now afaik this supposed claim of liam's only exists in this specific quote from noel himself lol, so who knows what degree of truth there is to it. (i don't have that interview to hand at this exact moment bc im writing this at midnight and im lazy tbh, but we can probably locate it if anyone is interested.)

#communiques #slide away

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slaaverin · 6 months ago

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I find tarot fascinating but also scary at the same time. For example, I don’t understand how the things tarot readers draw out play out in reality.

As in when you read Blue Moon Punches 2018 reading for Jimin and Jungkook it sounds horrendous. Like they hate each other, but that wasn’t coming across on screen if you like, so the reading was done June I think, but bv3 was filmed in 2018 for example and it was like they were on honeymoon. 4th muster and the ring mystery, and this was after GCFT in late 2017?

I guess my question is how it manifests in the physical realm, if the reading is so dire and negative, and she said it was messy and nonsense.

Thank you

Thank you for your ask anon,

I confess I do not have past readings completely in mind, however in the years of reading bluemoonpunch I never and I say never understood Jimin & Jungkook to "hate each other". I believe it was a bit more nuanced than this.

What she focuses more on is energy and how it works. It's never gonna sound like "and then they went to eat ice cream!" or something.

Also keeping in mind that she said multiple times that the further people are energetically, the closer they can be consciously.

So it's more a peak behind the curtains so to speak, but we are not going to get a specific recount of events or how it plays out in reality, because it would simply be a breach in privacy, you know what I mean?

Jimin & Jungkook are not all aware of everything that is going on on an energy level. Are you for yourself? We can have intuitive knowings but a lot of it is subconscious.

So that's why we always need to take the readings with a grain of salt, especially since a lot of them are depicted in a more conceptual metaphorical way.

I recall that those readings were a bit complicated yes, but I never saw anything as truly and completely negative, only that they went through a lot of progression with different steps. Which is like, normal?

You know to find balance within a relationship sometimes there must be a lot of tweaking, it's not all perfect from the start.

I'm sure even on a conscious level Jimin & Jungkook must have made a lot of adjustements for their relationship to work. They both grew a lot individually and with each other.

That's why now they seem so peaceful and at ease, I believe they both put a lot of effort for it to be this way.

It's for you to draw your own conclusions upon them, and not take everything at face value. Understanding the tarot cards might help. Because tarot cards in themselves are concepts, with a lot of different meanings, so in truth it's more of a feeling, an energy, than actual physical events.

But it's up to us to make the correct links from what we actually observe physically.

I hope you understand a bit more?

Thanks and take care anon 💜

#jikook #kookmin #tarot talk #ask

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hyperfixated-homo · 2 years ago

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eepy moment. have horror au hcs which i have been saving in my back pocket

Raph has so many ghost hunting tools. Its genuinely sort of impressive

Raph has a stash of candles nobody is allowed to touch, apart from to restock. They’re ceremonial

Mikey is team medic bc of the amount of injuries he’s had to deal with in his genre

Mikey knows how to use the most weapons

Leo knows how to use the least weapons

Donnie sometimes speaks in a different language. He never remembers what he said after he says it. And the others know nothing about it, usually only able to pick out that its distinctly nonhuman

The best days for Leo are the ones where he acts completely normal, like he did Before. They are also the worst, because being snapped out of whatever delusion he is experiencing is never fun.

Raph is the worst at eating, but the best at cooking. He often made food for his “friends” at the cabin, but often forgot to make enough for himself.

In a strange turn of events, Leo is the best at taking care of himself. That is, regarding everything except sleep. If he forgot to take care of himself, one of his hallucinations would get mad at him. Although, they got mad when he ate too, so it didn’t matter either way.

Donnie hates food that is too hot. He used to like certain things scolding, like coffee, but now he can’t stand the feeling of it. He doesn’t like the way it burns his tongue.

Everybody makes an effort not to make Donnie think too hard about his markings. It messes with his head.

Leo is the best driver of the group

Donnie has seemingly magic hands when comes to plants. He can make anything thrive.

Sometimes Donnie’s shell markings change. It has a weird correlation to his mood.

The boys’ rooms are a friendlier extension of their universes. Still, they don’t go into them too often. The memories are too fresh.

Leo is banned from cooking. It’s for more upsetting reasons than you probably think.

Mikey can live in practically any basic survival situations. He’s seen a lot of nonsense. He knows how to deal.

Sometimes, Leo and Donnie will lose the ability to feel pain. Donnie has tried to figure out why it happens, but so far has not found any specific reason.

Mikey and Leo have both murdered people. They have also both been murdered. They have bonded about this on more than one occasion.

Raph has a thing against dolls. If any of them inexplicably show up around the lair, they are to be removed IMMEDIATELY.

Leo did the bloody mary challenge once as a joke. He stopped afterwards though, when Raph had a genuine mental breakdown thinking he had invited a ghost to the lair.

Raph knows how to do exorcisms. Not only that, but he’s damn efficient at them too. Doesn’t have to do it often though, because he’s got a bunch of precautions in place to stop spirits from entering the lair already.

Donnie has met (a?) god. He knows this for a fact.

(more au info here smile)

#rottmnt horror au #rottmnt #tmnt #leonardo #donatello #raphael #michaelangelo #paranormal!raph #cosmic!donnie #psych!leo #slasher!mikey #headcannons #is it headcannons if its cannon to the au??#n e ways. they r on the brain

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oogaboogasphincter · 2 years ago

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Deceits of the Devil (priest!marcus pike x f!reader) | chapter one: the high priestess

series summary: when you find love in a priest, a litany of spooky events begin to follow you that can only be described as a haunting. is it your own guilty conscience that disturbs you... or could it be something else?

chapter summary: you're visiting your best friend in her new town for the first time when you are begrudgingly thrust into her devout way of life. however, something - or someone - makes you rethink your plans of avoiding the church at all costs.

word count/series~chapter-specific warnings: 6.4k+ words // MATURE (18+ ONLY) MDNI!: reader uses she/her pronouns and is incredibly non-religious, SLOW BURN TABOO RELATIONSHIP BABYYY, lots of religious/spiritual talk, horror elements and general spookiness ~ lots of character introductions so pls bear with me, mention of the death of a loved one and some light grief, food and eating mentions, sudden illness, potentially cringe banter, take a shot for every time i wrote 'father pike' in this (trust me we learn his first name soon enough but for now it's all formalities between him and reader), is this whole thing blasphemous? probably

a/n: sooo this is something very different from what i normally write, but i'm so excited to be trying something new! :) i'm not too sure where i want to take this story yet, so i don't have a total number of chapters or an ending planned (i really don't even have much of the plot figured out LMAO) but i'd really really appreciate any and all feedback from my readers! ♥️ let me know what you liked and what you want to see more of in future chapters!

“So I won’t burst into flames when I walk through the doors?”

You ask your best friend, Lucy, sending her into a fit of laughter. She clutches your hand tighter in hers, squeezing it with pompous affection. Despite your best efforts to maintain your feelings of impartialness towards the church, your palm slips against hers with a sheen of clamminess as you travel closer to the hulking cathedral.

“No!” She laughs, that breathless laugh you’ve always found comfort in. “You’re holier than most of the people who go every Sunday.”

You scoff and give her some side-eye, something that just makes her shake her head even more. Whether or not this is how you wanted to spend your first day in Carmeltree visiting her, you are going to this harvest dinner.

She sighs contentiously, contrasting the playful smirk on her face, “Trust me, you’ll be fine. Now come on, we’re gonna be late!”

——

Lucy has been your best friend since kindergarten. The maple leaves that swirl around you both in the crisp autumn air as you run through the streets now invoke a fierce sense of nostalgia, one that’s almost painful. One of your first memories together is making leaf rubbings in class with the fallen leaves that blanketed the frosted school grounds. She liked warm colors and you liked cool colors; she liked maple leaves and you liked birch leaves. Two complete halves made an even brighter whole when you came together, and the rest is history.

Despite the big city you grew up in, somehow you always managed to be in the same classes, share the same hobbies. But your luck had to run out sometime; when you both graduated, you got accepted into universities on opposite sides of the country. You kept up your communication, talking to each other every day and spilling your guts about everything, from the monumental to the regrettable, the joyous to the devastating.

You thought something was amiss when she called you in the middle of the night a few months back. At first you brushed it off, thinking maybe she fell asleep with her phone in her hand and dialed you by accident, something you’ve both done plenty of times over the course of your friendship. When she called you back as soon as you didn’t answer, you knew there was something wrong. That’s when you learned her mom had passed away.

It wasn’t sudden, but that didn’t spare her any devastation. You were there for her all day, every day. Consoling her when she wept, relishing in the happy memories that brought a rare but vital smile to her voice, sympathizing with her grief. But without a physical shoulder to lean on, Lucy went looking for more support to help her.

Her mom was a devout Christian and, by proxy, so was Lucy. She isn’t as rigid in her faith as her mom was, but she always viewed it as a guiding light to betterment, a sturdy foundation to catch her when she crumbled. Luckily, the whirlwind of life events in the past six months that displaced her from her college friends to the small town of Carmeltree was gracious enough to gift her a tight-knit, painfully orthodox population.

On the contrary, you grew up in a household without any influence of organized religion. Your family celebrated Christmas and Easter, but it was mostly for all of the gifts and chocolate.

Religious differences never caused any turmoil between you and your best friend, because you love each other for who you are, regardless if you share spiritual beliefs. If praying and attending sermons helps Lucy to process her grief and gives her something that uplifts her soul, what kind of a friend would you be to forbid her from that?

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That doesn’t make you any more enthused about being dragged to the dinner held at the church to celebrate the autumn harvest. Lucy dropped the plan on you the second she picked you up from the major airport, whose segregating miles seem to swell with every second that passes. Knowing you would come up with an alternative plan you’d both like better, she didn’t give you a chance to back out, and you didn’t fight. Committed to being a good friend, and with a curiosity pricking your heart, you run alongside her through residual puddles as the street clocks chime eight times.

And let’s get one thing straight - “church” was a dishonorable term for the structure you’re going to. For hundreds of years, since the first round of colonizing settlers that invaded this square patch of disparate land, the citizens have been addicted to worship. They would lend their last cent to their religion, egregiously ignoring their growling stomachs and dilapidated houses for the sake of a prosperous God. The result of this frenzied generosity is the biggest cathedral you’ve ever seen.

You’re still a few blocks away, but the spires reach over the trees and spear up at the moon; whose craters can be seen with miraculous clarity on this autumn night. As you move closer and closer, the details in this spectacular of gothic architecture reveal themselves. There are a litany of pinnacles that stand like soldiers guarding their fortress and clerestory windows that dance and swish with light coming from inside the maw of the beast. When your eyes drift to angular beams that aid the structure - flying buttresses, if you remember correctly - your marvel is suddenly absent.

“No gargoyles?” you ask.

Lucy matches your disappointment with a shake of her head, “They come too close to the pagan border.” It’s unmistakable the way she lowers her voice, though there’s only a handful of patrons a hundred feet away from you.

Against the cloudless, darkening sky and a comically-eerie full moon, anyone would be dosed with at least a few drops of intimidation by the staggering black outlines. You fail to find any ease once you come to one of three entrances. The carvings of ancient tales you don’t know loom over your head in the angular tympanum and greet you with uncertainty. Are they supposed to make you feel welcomed or warned?

The gigantic doors are swung and held open by their own weight, giving way to the narthex. There’s a singing choir hidden deeper within and their melodies echo all around you. A large chandelier emits a soft orange glow, which is peculiarly swallowed up instead of reflected by the intricate, gilded etchings that coat the walls. Maroon velvet beneath your feet turns into a dark abyss of shadows from the unprecedented amount of people in here. You cling to Lucy’s coat with both your hands, somewhat subconsciously, and she laughs before taking your hand in hers and parting though the sea.

You’ll admit it, you can be very shy when you’re overwhelmed. Though for some inexplicable reason, crowds usually didn’t give you a fuss. You actually found a sense of comfort in being lost in the blur, blending in as just another body amongst hundreds, sometimes thousands of others. But you didn’t like this crowd, didn’t know these people, and not in a stranger-danger kind of way; you’ve unknowingly crossed the line of some Christians in the past and have dealt with their fiery ravings. From knowing Lucy all these years, you seem to have an understanding of their way of life, but then you slip up - use His name in vain, talk about a crush you have no plans to marry a little too fondly. You’ll be chewing on your third forkful and look up at the table, meeting ghastly stares and wanting to smack yourself in the face for completely forgetting grace.

Lucy never scorned you about forgetting or misunderstanding the rules. She knew that you didn’t mean any malice, you just simply… thought it was all a little silly sometimes. Between lighthearted Lucys and tyrannical Karens, it felt like walking on a minefield. So, you guess, you do know these people; it’s their unpredictability that worries you.

The claustrophobia wanes as you enter the nave. The ceiling spreads out, breathes, and is lined with stained glass windows that bend the moonlight into faint rainbows. Some of the outermost pews have been moved to accommodate long tables, adorned in chestnut velour, copper filigree and serve as the throne for only the most impressive squashes of the harvest. A buffet joins the autumnal decor, sitting in sterling silver that you can imagine was forged at the beginning of the century and is used only for occasions such as these.

Ever atune to your mind and body, Lucy pulls you into the line of hungry patrons just as your stomach grumbles. You’re transfixed by the magnificent altar at the back of this illustrious cave, your eyes climbing up the grand steps of the sanctuary to the stone table where you know the priest stands when mass is held. You try to picture one giving a sermon and reciting from scriptures. Doesn’t he have a cup or something too?…

A plate is stuck in front of you, waving a little, and the priest laughs at you when he finally gets your attention. You take the plate with a little embarrassment, your smile a sheepish one. “Sorry,” you mumble with pity.

The tall, wispy-haired man smiles with his teeth and places his arthritic hands around one of yours as you hold the plate. “Oh, it’s alright, my child. I myself have gotten lost in the wonders of the cathedral many times.”

Lucy chimes in, reading your awkward gaze. “It’s her first time,” she whispers with a little too much excitement for your liking. The priest puts on a goofy surprised expression, his eyebrows going up and his mouth forming a small 'o'. He looks back to you with a softer smile, “What a beautiful thing to witness, then. I’m Father Gala, pleased to meet you.”

“There’s no one better to come here with for the first time than Miss Finkle. You’re in very good hands.” As you nod in agreement, you can’t help but wonder… what would this elder man, in his starched and pressed vestments, think if he knew you and Lucy had “practiced” kissing so you’d know what you were doing when the “real thing” happened?

You wave the thought away like a gnat, not wanting to feel like you’re keeping another clean secret that’s considered dirty by some. You’re already under the guise of being a practicing Christian; Lucy had said they were more readily accepted than anyone else, despite the church’s proclamation of aiming for cultural diversity.

The choir has ended their singing, replaced by applause then the soft, overlapping chatter of the religious folk, and their red robes merge seamlessly into the surrounding crowd. Three other priests emerge from doors on either side of the sanctuary, two from the door closer to you and one from the other. You don’t get a good look at the singular man, since the door is on the opposite side of the grand hall from you. The two others are deep in talk, gesturing with their hands and keeping their faces close to one another while they walk as to not let anyone eavesdrop. You move ahead in line and depart from the eldest priest, whom the two new faces greet and guide a few feet away from everyone.

You don’t mean to pry, but you can’t help your curiosity and look back at the men. You can’t hear them, only watching their mouths move, but Father Gala’s sweet smile grows somber, then bitter. With scowling brows to match, the other two priests keep up their gestures laden with well-maintained passion as they tell Father Gala a story.

In the first lull of this conversation, the eldest priest, with his arms crossed over his chest, flickers his eyes to yours without moving his head. Your heart springs from your chest to your throat. His glower lessens when he bites the inside of his cheek, but you feel a doubling, tripling of stress when the other two priests turn to look at you too. The taller one, with a jet black, scraggly bowl cut, mirrors Father Gala and crosses his arms. He looks down his long nose at you in dignified annoyance. The third, with stocky limbs and strawberry blonde hair, glares at you from his periphery. Your eyes widen, in an attempt to show them you’re not a threat, expose your remorseful guilt, or provide a silent apology, you don’t know.

Lucy snaps you back forward with a gentle push against your back to get you to move in the line. You’ve finally reached the buffet, but suddenly the smells that wandered up your nose in wispy, tempting little tendrils earlier instead worm their way down your esophagus and instill a powerful nausea. She can sense your discomfort, your disorientation from what just happened, and supplies your plate for you. With a protective gaze over your head at the men, and a loving hand on your bicep, she guides you to sit in the pew farthest away from them.

She has to stick a fork in your petrified fist for you to speak. “What the hell was that about?” You question, chancing a glance over your shoulder at the offending party and see that they’ve gone off to greet guests with friendly smiles again. “I wasn’t trying to listen in, they just looked worried and-“

Lucy pats your knee once, “Don’t worry. There must be some sort of drama happening behind the scenes, something that the town would inquire about. Since they’re priests, they think they have immunity from gossip.” She scoffs lightly and you think you catch your devout friend rolling her eyes at those most holy. “They’ve been acting weird for a while now, off and on. One week, Father Gala is like Mr. Rogers, and the next, he’s Dracula.”

That earns a snort from you, hiding your smile behind the back of your hand. She gives you a reassuring smile, filled with her signature warmth that’s comforted you all these years, “You’re doing great. Now eat.”

Thankfully, your nausea has quelled enough that you taste the delicious food as it’s meant to be tasted. Maybe you don’t have to worry about foraging during your stay in this town void of all fast food, only relying on two quaint grocery stores to feed itself. You’ll just have to become friends with whoever made this delectably gooey mac and cheese.

Lucy interrupts you, “Oh, by the way,” she covers her full mouth and then swallows, pointing daintily, “that’s Father Thorn,” at the tall one, “and that’s Father Angus,” at the blonde one. You nod once in understanding, taking a look at their faces to match their names with, before Lucy turns away with a laugh. She teases under her breath, “Maybe they’re all pissed they could never be as handsome as Father Pike.”

“Priests can be handsome?” you ask of the mysterious fourth priest, bemused. Priests, deacons, popes and the like all conjure up images of men with wrinkles as delicate and numerous as the pages in the ancient books they abide by. If they’re not a million years old, they’re unsightly at best and possess a visceral lack of sensuality, like Father Thorn and Father Angus. Lucy has got to be pulling your leg.

“Yes,” she breathes, a soft pink blooming in her cheeks, “and young, and warm, and have a voice that makes every sermon a lullaby, and big, tender hands…” she trails off in a dream.

You let out a laugh, amused by her dramatics. “Oh, so he’s really ugly, then,” you sneer, trying to expose her hyperbole.

She giggles at your tone, shaking her head. You reign down on her, spurring her giggles on with a barrage of sarcasm until they’re uncontrollable.

“Is that why this place doesn’t have gargoyles, because he can take its place? Does he have leathery skin,” you drag your hands down your face, pulling your cheeks down to expose your eyes, “rotted fangs,” hold your hands by your mouth and snarl your fingers, “hairy feet with long, twisting toenails that tear through his shoes?” You get up and drag your feet along the floor, growling and licking your lips rabidly.

Lucy doubles over, tears threatening to spill over her eyes every time her lungs have to suck in a breath, “Stop!” She’s wheezing and you drop the act, putting your hands on your hips.

“Well, you gotta tell me if I’m wrong or not!” Tapping your foot, you await her retaliation, until a voice warm with a smile cuts through the air.

“You forgot the giant rat’s tail that drags behind me.”

Your heart stops for a second, thumping wildly when it starts up again to catch the missed beats. Turning tentatively on your heel, you’re met with… exactly what Lucy described.

Before you is one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen, if not the most handsome ever. Chocolate waves that crest over top one another in a cute, slightly overgrown style glisten like ganache on top of his head in the candlelight. He’s got a scruffy beard that’s cut close to his cheeks and jaw, avoiding looking unkempt, threaded with two or three streaks of gray. His aquiline nose is gorgeous, there’s a little dimple in his cheek that deepens as he’s smiling, and his eyes… oh, his eyes…

“I’m Father Pike,” he extends his hand in greeting, keeping his other tucked behind his back. He has to bend forward slightly to reach your height better, aiding your descent into enchanted madness as he gets closer. You take his hand and introduce yourself- GOD Lucy was right. His grasp is light, comforting. Where Father Gala made you feel stuck in his eternal cage, Father Pike sets you free. You fall into a stupor fantasizing about what his hugs must feel like.

He smells like cinnamon. It could be from the pie you suspect he ate, from the apple undertones you detect, but you wouldn’t be surprised if that’s just how he naturally smelled. A warm, cozy, inviting dream; he sure looked like one, at least.

His gaze lingers on your expression frozen with intrigue before he turns and welcomes Lucy. They begin a polite banter that allows you to stand back and try to quell your blood that throbs with nerve. If you had known someone like Father Pike was going to be here, you would’ve dressed in something nicer, possibly sexy - the modesty expected in a place of worship be damned. You curse yourself for choosing these well-worn jeans and roomy sweater over the opaque tights and a dress of an acceptable length you were going back and forth on in your mirror earlier. But, in an odd sort of way, you still felt exposed in front of Father Pike from underneath all your thick layers. You couldn’t hide yourself from him, no matter how many clothes you armored yourself with.

He turns back to you, and he doesn’t ogle your nervous body, or try desperately not to; he looks into your eyes with a soft smile that crinkles the skin around those big brown puddles. It makes your chest feel like it has a big, gaping cavity that you could look inside of and see your heart thumping hard, vulnerable blood spilling from all your edges and trickling down your legs. The flustered emotions of a blooming crush rapidly morph into something malicious and parasitic, causing you to put the back of your hand to your forehead that has broken out in clamminess. It’s hard to hear Father Pike over the rushing buzz in your head when he speaks to you.

“I don’t think I’ve seen you around here before, are you new?”

And just like that, your knees start trembling beneath you. Your heart misses a beat, causing your lungs to seize in anger and you suck in a harsh breath. In a flash, Father Pike’s friendliness snaps into genuine concern and he steps forward, taking your elbows and catching you on your way to the floor. You make a startled sound and his timbre slashes through your panic, “Let’s get you sat down somewhere, okay?”

You can barely muster a nod, tears threatening to spill over your eyes and join the rivulets of sweat on your cheeks. Father Pike more or less carries you by your middle as you pathetically cling to his arms, dragging your debilitated form a short distance to a secluded, abandoned pew by the door he entered from earlier in the evening. Father Pike sits you down and takes the place right beside you, putting his left arm around your shoulders and his right hand in yours. As soon as you’re grounded on the unforgiving wood, your vision stops spinning, even though you didn’t realize it had started. Breathing suddenly feels easy again, returning to its involuntary glory instead of being laborious. It’s like your body resumed its regularly scheduled programming with an invisible snap.

Away from the hub of the crowd, his voice seems louder, its velveteen quality more clear, “You alright?”

You take a precautionary, steadying breath before meeting his eyes, fearful that something in him will set off all your alarms again. But when you meet his eyes, everything is serene. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.”

A pause to verify your sincerity, and then he chuckles, trying to uplift the atmosphere with a lighthearted tone, “I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just…”

You laugh, as much as you can muster in your breathless state, “No, no, you didn’t!” He retracts his hand from yours slowly and you instinctively grasp his forearm with a reassuring touch. Once you notice what you’re doing, you let go of him with an embarrassment like he’s burning you. “I- I don’t really know what happened, all of the sudden I just felt… sick.” With your confession, a wave of nausea infiltrates your stomach and makes you feel a little queasy again. It’s climbing to its previous intensity quickly. The fossilized church feels like it could cave in on you at any moment.

Father Pike touches your shoulder softly, “I’m going to go get you some water, okay?” You nod and the waning gleam in your eye sends him swiftly disappearing into the crowd.

A decent number of paces away, an older woman looks at you with fear as Lucy speaks to her, no doubt explaining your abrupt qualm. Drawing any more attention than you already have will just worsen your panic, so you thwart the drama. You raise your hand at her with a thin-lipped smile to deter her worry and she places her hand over her heart with a happy sigh before walking away.

Father Pike reappears behind Lucy and drifts by her with your drink clutched tight in his hand. Lucy’s eyes flit from the priest’s chivalry to your shy, measly form and she raises her eyebrows and opens her mouth with a scoffing smile. You could read your best friend’s face better than written word: she thinks that you’re doing this on purpose to get the Father’s attention.

You wish you could say you were reeling him in with salacious spite, however, you were anything but. Your illness was true and unforgiving. You shake your head at her in defiance, but you can tell she doesn’t buy it. She turns away to busy herself with the rest of the party, but really she’s intending to give the two of you some privacy from the wink thrown over her shoulder. With a roll of your eyes, you think about how you’ll have to defend yourself with a foolproof case under her gavel later tonight.

Father Pike retakes his seat next to you, handing you the bottle of water, unopened, that your puny fingers struggle with. Kindly, he offers his hand and you pass over the bottle for him to open. He hands it back to you and sits hunched over his lap, hands clasped between his open legs, staring at you intently as you take a few slow sips. You feel a little awkward, looking down at the bottle in your hands and fidgeting with the wrapper on the outside, so you take a note from his book and try to lighten the mood, “I knew I wasn’t a big fan of parties, but I didn’t know I was this bad.” You chuckle dryly, risking a glance at him. It works: he’s laughing with you.

“I’m not a big party person, either,” he smiles, his dimple creasing within his beard. You raise an eyebrow at him, a little befuddled by his statement, given he inserts himself into the lives of others for a living. He takes your hint, “I enjoy talking to people, giving sermons and all of that… but even this feels a little overwhelming for me.” You nod, finding comfort in the fact that you’re on the same page. He keeps that endearing smile with a measuring eye as he continues watching you, looking from the crease of your brow to how your legs squirm uncomfortably.

There’s something about this man that makes you feel… transparent. Like how you felt exposed to him earlier, even underneath all your coarsely knitted layers. You feel like a fraud, sitting next to one of the holiest figures in the entire congregation. And for some reason, out of all of the people here, you feel that he deserves the truth. There’s nothing about him that has given you any indication that he won’t turn on you like the rest would if you confess to your disguise, but at the same time… he makes you feel safe. Of course, he just recovered you from some undisclosed blight, but you can write that off as convenience. You were sick, he was right there, certainly he would’ve tended to you. There must be some moral code within the priesthood to never let a sick person lie. But even before that, putting aside his obvious handsomeness, there was something in his eyes that held you. Let you know that it was all okay. You decide to ply him with honesty.

“Um… so, I’m not very religious. Like, at all.” Your voice is a little shaky, worried if his nice-guy facade will finally melt away to reveal a sneering orthodox. He doesn’t seem to have a reaction, so you keep going.

“So, if I’m not religious, and I’m drinking this, does that mean…” You trail off in question, and he doesn’t understand what you’re getting at.

“It’s holy, right?” You raise the water.

Father Pike looks like he can’t believe what you just asked. He shakes his head in amusement, void of condescension, leaning the slightest bit closer towards you. He lowers his voice slightly, protecting you from any invasive ears. He softly explains, “Just because it’s water in a church doesn’t mean it’s holy. A priest or some other figure has to bless it.” His smirk deepens at your visible relief, “You’re not sinning, or anything near it. You’re perfect.”

He said you’re… what? Your heart skips again but this time it’s not from sickness. Well... is it sick to be attracted to someone who is virtually untouchable? You get to thinking; you know enough about the church and its inner workings to know that priests usually take a vow of celibacy. Consequently, most never date or get married. Does that mean… are they barred from all things sensual? Are they allowed to tenderly brush their fingers against someone else’s, and not for the purpose of prayer? Can they share a glance that lingers a little too long for it to be considered chaste? Can they… can they even think about anything remotely sexual?

There’s no way that can be true. You can understand physical celibacy, sure, but it’s impossible for one not to have a thought that makes them quiver at least once in their life. In your own experience, sensuality sometimes has nothing to do with sex. You’ve felt the warmth of eroticism lying under the sun’s rays in the middle of spring, savoring a delicious meal, when you finish a book with a satisfying conclusion. If Father Pike starves himself of such pleasures, you can’t fight the pity that chokes you.

“What if they have priests at the packaging plant?” You joke, hoping to simultaneously break the silence that has swelled between you two and put a wedge in your brain’s cogs so they’ll stop churning.

Father Pike laughs, genuinely from his belly, and oh you could get used to that sound. His eyes crinkle at their corners with a grin, “Then the church would be thrilled at our outreach.”

You go to take another sip of your water, but his hand comes out to touch yours. The impossible delicacy almost makes you flinch. He puts gentle pressure on your skin, making you stop in your tracks. He shifts closer to you, his voice dropping an octave, warning you, “I’d be careful though; there is a possibility that you could grow rotted fangs and hairy feet, if I’m remembering correctly.”

Your fluttering nerves make your laugh squeak out of your tightened throat, louder than you intended, in a bark. Slightly mortified, you hide your smile behind the hand that isn’t suspended in the air by Father Pike. With mercy, he releases you.

“What about a rat’s tail?” You ask with a teasing glint in your eye.

He ponders for a moment, comically deep in thought. “That only affects the most sinful of us,” he reveals.

...What? That was flirty, right? It had to be flirty. There’s no way he didn’t mean it to be flirty. Your imagination can be very active at times, but there was no mistaking the twitch of his mustache to repress a smirk.

Trying to ignore the furious heat that has instantaneously kindled between your thighs based on that singular tone change, you latch the bottle to your mouth and avert your eyes elsewhere. Out of your periphery, you think you see Father Pike’s shoulders droop and his gaze lower to the ground with a silent huff. Shit, did he take your silence as a blow to his humor?

You can’t think too much now because the clocks outside in the streets resound ten chimes. Lucy appears and her beaming at the two of you seems to rejuvenate Father Pike a little. He straightens his back before he stands and they begin talking, shaking hands. Their mouths spew unintelligible babble to you as your entire nervous system is locked on one thing: Father Pike’s back. His gorgeous personality had swept you up and away into a cloud of bubbly giggles and blushing cheeks that you hadn’t noticed what he was wearing. Maybe if the robes had made a greater impression on you, they would’ve served as a reminder to restrain yourself from dreaming about the forbidden, but alas.

Father Pike is dressed identically to the other priests: black clerical shirt, cassock, pants, and shoes, and a white tab collar. But he wears everything so much better. The garments are majorly obscured by the enveloping cassock, but even the thick, flowing fabric can’t hide the broad width of his shoulders. When he gestures with his hands, you can see the muscles move dreamily in reaction by the flickering candlelight. He’s tall, and this fact is only emphasized as you continue to sit motionless on the pew watching him and Lucy.

When he turns with a hand outstretched to help you to your feet, you bite your lip with ravenous desire. Somehow you didn’t notice - probably because you were too enthralled with everything else about him - how his Adam’s apple sits on glorious display with the white tab collar as its pedestal. The tempting image makes you swallow hard. God, that shouldn’t be as hot as it is.

“Time to get going,” Lucy says, motioning from behind the Father’s back for you to take his hand. You do and stand, drifting to the front of the church on autopilot. It feels like the calm quiet of your time with Father Pike and the chummy, sociable atmosphere of the dinner has dissipated and a sense of urgency has taken root. The friendliness remains in the goodbyes and promises of meeting again you hear all around you, but you’re definitely being ushered out with the rest of the herd. You guess, remembering a tidbit about religious folk, that they have a curfew.

It feels like you’re being ripped away from Father Pike and you don’t like that. Although you’ve only known him for all but two hours - which sounds ridiculous when you put it like that - you’re desperate to know more. You’d find genuine, complete contentedness in simply watching him go about his daily activities. Recording what details he decides to give you privy to and admiring his boundaries when he reserves himself. He’s the first possibility of a new friend in this conservative township and you don’t want to let him go.

You’re grateful that he ghosts your back as Lucy leads you to the entrance, it gives you comfort and makes this dream last as long as it can. You don’t sense just how close he’s following behind you until you get to the heavy front doors and the toe of his shoe snags on the heel of yours. It makes you trip and fumble forward, but Father Pike reaches to catch you. His hands grip your waist, molding your oversized sweater to your body. Then, he gently steadies and pulls you back upright. The foreign sensation of your flattened heel tickles your foot and sends you stumbling back into his chest. He looks down at you, his hands still on you, “I-I apologize.”

Through the darkness you see the tips of his ears glow red. Before you can say anything in return, he renders you speechless by getting on his knees. Without a word spoken, moving in tandem with implicit choreography, you lift your foot up so he can fix the heel back into place. He doesn’t give you the choice of wobbling on your lonesome, placing one of your hands on his right shoulder to keep you balanced. And god, you wish he hadn’t done that.

Your lips part as your breaths gain some weight, but you snap your oblong mouth shut when you hear an ancient, warbly voice. “Oh, no, what have we here?” Father Gala teeters over just as Father Pike finishes retying your shoe. Imperceptibly, you squeeze his shoulder in reverence as he stands up and then you let your hand fall innocently to your side.

You shrug, giggling a little uncomfortably, “Father Pike stepped on the back of my shoe, it was an accident.”

“Young and clumsy,” Father Gala jokes, you think, with a grumbly tone. He claps a hand on Father Pike’s left shoulder with more effort than you thought the old man could muster. As Father Pike steadies the elder priest’s cane, you reason he more so fell into Father Pike than anything else. Your favored Father chuckles with accountability.

Father Gala passes off his cane for a moment to take your hand in his two, like he did when he gave you the dinner plate earlier this evening. Clearly the party has tired him out; his hands are quivering and his back is permanently bent at an angle. “Peace be with you,” he croaks with cheerfulness, despite his withered voice.

You freeze. You know you’re supposed to say something back to complete this exchange and from the innermost depths of your brain you think it should be a simple phrase, something that any ardent Christian would remember. Between your disinterest in the church and the Father Pike fog that has eclipsed your mind, you’re dumbfounded.

An angel appears in your midst and comes to your rescue: Father Pike, peering into your eyes over the shoulder of the crouched figure before you, mouths the words silently, “And also with you.”

“And also with you,” you recite amicably. Father Gala smiles, pats your hand twice in delight and turns to give Lucy the same departing sentiment. You release the air of worry you held inside and take a few steps to meet Father Pike, whispering close by his side so only he will hear, “Thank you.”

The handsome Father closes your height difference by leaning down and pretends to brush some invisible dust off of your shoulder, an excuse to be this close to you.

“Don’t mention it. Your secret’s safe with me,” he murmurs.

And you trust him to keep his promise. Sure, he could go behind your back and spill your lies to the other priests, the entire community, let them know that there’s a rat infiltrating their congregation.

The mischievous sparkle in his gaze as he looks at down you, biting your lip to suppress your giggle and keep your little inside secret just that, tells you he won’t let one word slip.

Father Gala has returned for his cane, so Father Pike clears his throat and stiffens himself. Clasping his hands together, he builds an appropriate distance between the two of you before anyone sees it was anything otherwise.

The night winds have picked up, biting at bits of exposed skin with a malevolent appetite. To shield the older priest, Father Pike guides him back into the cathedral. “I hope to see you two back soon,” the handsome Father interjects as you’re turning to leave.

“We’ll be here Sunday!” Lucy shouts over an unnatural gust that howls and warbles her voice. With one arm over each other’s shoulders, holding tight together, you begin the trek back to her house to take refuge for the night. Behind you, you hear the cathedral doors shut, sealing you off from a final parting glance to Father Pike. You aren’t too disheartened by that and the cold can’t gnaw at your heart, either; Sunday is only two days away and you can’t contain your excitement.

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The whole night has felt like a whirlwind. To your complete and utter surprise, visiting the church is no longer seems like it’ll be a chore, but rather an opportunity. For what, you’re not exactly sure just yet. But you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks and skirting down your spine at the infinite possibilities. Maybe you should start praying for your salvation now.

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That asshole teammate (That's you) Part 2 (AMAB Reader)

Hey, I'm back with some half-new food. Some people request a part 2 to my previous Ganji OS & I said that IF I get some ideas I might write something. Well turns out I did have some, so here ya go.

I hope you guys enjoy this small part 2 & that it is to your liking:)

I keep forgetting the word chest & writing torso. Sorry for all the non sexy anatomy words that I probably forgot. I’m in the science field.

Ganji X Reader

Summary:

Rated: Explicit

Warning: None

To say Ganji was annoyed was an understatement. He wasn’t angry. Definitely not. He was just slightly boiling inside. The reason? You. What else honestly?

The following days were indeed better, but it didn’t last. A couple of days was all it took for you to revert to your insufferable self. But now you were avoiding him on top of it!

Ganji had been racking his brain for a couple of weeks now. Unable to put his finger on your change of attitude.

He had try talking to you. But either you would make sure other people were around or you were quick to disappear. For all that noise you made to attract the hunter you were a stealthy motherfucker.

He even tried to stand all day in front of the door. Angry looking. He was stubborn too.

‘‘Shit.’’

You barely got time to put one step behind before Ganji catches you by the arms. Push you in the dark corner & keep you lock in place.

‘‘Well, well… Turn out you’re still alive.’’ He says his left eye twitching in annoyance.

‘‘H-Hey…’’ You speak. Just as it damn on you that you were cooked.

‘‘Don’t you have anything else to say to me?’’

‘‘Seriously, one night together & you’re already drunk on me? Didn’t take you for that type of guy, eh.’’ You look at him, smirking & making sure to look extra arrogant.

Ganji doesn’t answer, he just stands there. His eyes fixed on you while you can feel his grip on you becoming stronger. His fingers digging into your skin.

You’re getting a little anxious from the serious stare he gives you, but your do your best not to break character. Then, he comes closer to you, until he’s only a few inches away from your face.

‘‘I thought we were past that point, you & I. Now, what is it?’’

A look of shock makes it’s way on your face, you’re trying to think of something quick to retort. But nothing comes to mind. To be honest, you don’t want to hide from him. But you’re too stubborn & wary to be honest. That’s why all his heartfelt confession about trust from last time got pushed away by your fear. So, you keep playing dumb, even if you know he knows.

‘‘I don’t want your help.’’

False.

‘‘Of course you do.’’ You send him a glare before he continues. ‘‘You just don’t trust people in situations like these.’’

You’re surprised again. It’s exactly what you told him last time you two were in the infirmary. His upper body leaning just slightly forward, his voice deeper & calmer as he follows up with.

‘‘Unlike you I remember what we told each other that night.’’

You can feel your cheeks getting warmer as he looks you in the eyes, it’s seemed to be coming directly from your chest but ignore that part. You fell silent for a moment, avoiding his eyes.

‘‘…I… didn’t realized you were listening…’’

‘‘What a shitty-ass answer…’’ The look of disdain on his face is a stark contrast from his previous anger one. How dare he react that way.

Ganji eye twitch again under your half-hearted insult.

‘‘Can’t you just accept defeat? You’re trying too hard now.’’

His calm, yet annoyed, helps you regain your senses. But you still keep that frown of yours.

The silence on Ganji’s end makes you look up at him & gulp. His expression is unreadable, a first. & than, suddenly it explodes.

‘‘THAT WAS IT?!? SERIOUSLY!!!?!’’

Well, that was hurtful, true, but hurtful to your pride none the less.

You prepare to bite back, but he interrupts you by leaning his forehead harshly against your own. A forced smile as he speak.

‘‘You are so getting it.’’

You gulp. Oh…

‘‘Get down. Now.’’ He put the emphasise on the last word as he forces you down on your knees. Not like you’re offering that much resistance anyway.

You come face to face with his crotch who is starting to have a visible bulge. You look back up at him but bring your gaze right back to his pants after meeting his piercing stare. You open his pants & free his half-hardened cock, the sigh of it making your own dick twitch.

You finish by opening your mouth catching some of the last spurt. Opening your eyes once he stops and giving a lick to his tips to catch the last droplets before swallowing all of it with your gaze fixed on his predatory one. Cum rolling down your face while his gaze makes your crotch hurt more from the lack of stimuli.

‘‘Fuck… You’re so hot.’’

He wasn’t planning on going farther at first. Just wanting to punish you a little, while blowing up some steam, but you had a way of making him go harder. & not just with his cock.

You grunt as Ganji’s pushes you up, still holding you by the hairs. Smashing his lips on yours as he gets your bottom clothing out of the way, before using his callous hands to grab you by the butt & putting your legs around him. You sigh, your own cock finally getting freed from it’s restrain.

‘‘W-wait’’ you start, trying to break the kissing ‘‘We’re in the middle of the hallway, what if… mnh… see?’’

‘‘&?’’ He answers with that same domineering tone.

‘‘Should have think about that before trying to avoid me.’’ He answers, his lips going down your neck to takes some bites as he aligns you on top of his still hard cock.

Before you can answer anything back with your snarky comebacks, he pushes you down his dick, giving a harsh push as he rams you into the wall to keep both of you steady. Filling your inside as much as this position could allow him. Your walls squeezing around him in response to the unprepared intrusion. The two of you craving each other too much to care about it.

The walls were shaking a little under his strength & scraping your back slightly as he decides to go for some slower, but more powerful thrust, rearranging your inside with each one.

Has you approach your climax, one of his hands takes the bottom of your top clothing & shove it in your mouth. Letting your stomach & chest in view of his hungry eyes. Then, he takes a hold of your cock as he starts jerking you off with a hard grip. His thumb making sure to run along your vein, making your back arch & your nails dig into his shoulders. The combination of pleasure and slight pain made you come on your stomach & on his hand. Meanwhile, he keeps on thrusting on your prostate, preventing you from coming down your high & making you cum more as you try not to lose your grip on him. A useless attempt, but his strong arms & the wall keeps you in place. Your whines are muffled by the piece of clothing in your mouth as a few tears comes down from your eyes.

You two are taking your time regaining your breath, not caring anymore about the risk of someone coming by. One of his hands comes to encircle your belly while his breath his in your ears.

‘‘I swear to my gods, if in a week you start avoiding me again, I’m fucking you on the waiting room in front of our teammates & the hunter.’’

Bonus :

Things that were probably said at one point:

Now that Ganji was thinking about it, you had reverted at the same time your butt had been better. Maybe you just wanted him to spare your bottom.

''Well, if your butt hurt too much, you still got a mouth, no?''

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''If every time you need to apologies, I need to fuck you stupid you won't be able to participate in matches anymore.''

''Hey! I'm not in the wrong! You're just too horny to see it!''

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