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tokkishouse · 1 year

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(Nsfw) Time of the Year

Characters: Tighnari x fem!Reader

Warnings: (n)sfw -- minors dni!!!, Tighnari is insatiable, he's a fennec fox during mating season-- do the math lol (breeding, knotting, a little manhandling), little dacryphillia, hair pulling, reader is implied to be a fellow forest watcher and has a vision, bit of a long set up (pwp?), NOT PROOF READ, i kinda...blacked out when i wrote this LMAO

WC: ~3.4k words

There were many things about Tighnari that intrigued you. How a hybrid like him came around was the major one-- you had only seen one other hybrid like him before and that was General Gorou all the way in Inazuma.

His mannerisms also caught your eye-- the constant grooming of his tail and the nesting habits where he'd hoard all the warm blankets in his abode. While endearing, it never failed to earn your attention and curious stares.

What you really wanted to understand was where exactly your fearless leader went during the entire month of January and February. During all the years you were under his instruction as a forest watcher, without fail, Tighnari would be on a leave of absence from January 1st until the end of February. March 1st would roll around and there he was, picking up his responsibilities as if he wasn't gone for two months.

When you inquired about it to the others, they'd brush it off and dance around the subject. Some would scold you for being too curious while others would bluntly say it wasn't your business. And maybe it wasn't-- if it was crucial for everyone to know, Tighnari would've made sure everyone knew.

Too bad you were always determined to find the answer to your deepest questions.

After a long day of exploring Avidya Forest and clearing out any withering zones, you longed to take a nice relaxing bath and sink into your bed as you escape to dreamland. Tasks had gotten a tad harder recently with Tighnari gone, but everyone managed to make do, especially thanks to you and Collei assisting with your visions.

"That Tighnari...I wonder how he's doing," you mumble under your breath as you make your way back to your hut. You just finished taking a bath as evident from the dull drip drip of the water falling from your hair. You stop at the intersection between everyone's huts and you look down the path to Tighnari's.

"I didn't see him leave the forest. Maybe he's still here?" The desire to check if your leader creeps into your brain. You recall everyone's hesitance to explain Tighnari's absence and without thinking, your legs carry you down the path to his home.

His closed door greets you, and there's a sign hanging from the hook. It reads, 'Do not Disturb-- Please Come Back March 1'. You click your tongue in frustration. Why on earth would you request an absence and still stay here in the forest?

You raise your fist to knock on the door, the desire to ignore all warnings stronger than ever. It hovers right in front of the door, and no matter how much you seem to want to knock on the door, you can't bring yourself to do so. You let out a defeated sigh, letting your hand drop to your side.

"Let's not be an ass. I'm sure Tighnari has his reasons. We can always ask him later." Despite your aching curiosity, you decide to respect Tighnari's privacy, and you turn on your heel to leave. Before you can leave though, a loud groan catches your attention. It sounds pained, and you whip your head back around towards the door.

"Tighnari...? Are you okay?" you call out to him, concern lacing your voice. Silence fills the air, and you almost move away, convinced you misheard the sound in the first place. Another groan sounds from behind the door, and it sounds more strangled this time. Instincts kick in, and you immediately grab the doorknob, twisting it as you walk in.

You take time to let your eyes refocus on the sudden burst of light in your eyes, nearly blinded by it. When your vision clears, your jaw drops at the sight in front of you.

Tighnari is propped up against his couch, limbs sprawled out as if they're made of jello. His face is flushed and his bangs cling to his head from the sweat that's dripping down his face. His usually bright and focused eyes have taken on a glazed look, and his pupils have contracted, giving him a more animalistic look. What really catches your eyes are his clothes, or rather-- his lack of clothes.

The hybrid has stripped down bare in the middle of the room, his clothes strewn around in a haphazard way. You're unable to fully react to the sight of him gingerly palming his erect cock. It stands up straight, blushing a bright red at the tip. Precum leaks from the head, smearing around the shaft from his languid motions. He lazily turns his gaze to you, a small glimmer of recognition shining in his eyes.

"Y/n...what are you doing here?" he manages to breathe out. He doesn't stop his hand, letting out a quiet whimper when he presses down hard on his sensitive length. You can feel your brain short-circuit as you stumble over your words, trying to form an excuse for the invasion of privacy.

"I-I heard you groan and I thought you were in pain, so I thought I'd come in," you explain, and you can't help the fact that your gaze lowers, once again entranced by the sight of Tighnari touching himself. You weren't blind-- Tighnari was a handsome man. His personality was welcoming, and his features were easy on the eyes. You weren't the only person to have felt this way, and the sight of such an attractive man pleasuring himself, almost pathetically, sends a tingling sensation down to your core, and you feel yourself grow damp.

Tighnari catches on easily, the scent of your blooming arousal sends his mouth watering. He can't help his more animalistic urges-- no matter how much he tried. You see, he had also found you attractive, and the first year that he had a rut with you as a ranger, he nearly tore off the head of one of the male rangers who flirted with you. Unaware of your feelings for him, he opted to instead request a leave of absence. Two months out of the year he'd be gone, and then he'd come back perfectly fine, and you would be unaware that you were the reason for his choice of isolation.

However, smelling your arousal and recognizing the signs of want, of desire as your gaze remains steady on his weeping dick, he knew that the feelings were mutual. A fire was lit in his stomach, and any feebleness he felt from the onslaught of hormones washed away as he adjusts himself to sit up properly. His hand remains on his shaft, switching to a pumping motion.

"Are you getting off to seeing your leader a lewd mess? I didn't take you for that type of person," he teases, and he grits his teeth, a shock of pleasure shooting up his spine with the squeeze of his hand. You feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment and you finally manage to peel your gaze away from the angry dick, choosing to find the ceiling more interesting.

"I-I'm sorry! I'll leave right away. Forget you saw anything. I'll-"

"Forget I saw anything?" Tighnari laughs, and your legs feel like lead. His laugh is incredulous-- and you don't blame him. How does one just forget the sight of their subordinate walking in on them jacking off?

"The fact that you didn't run out of here leads me to believe that you find me attractive and that the sight of me pathetically trying to get myself off turns you on. Am I wrong?" He's not, by any means, and the growing wetness between your legs is further proof of that.

"Why don't we help each other out?" He suggests, watching you through his long lashes.

The air is thick with sexual tension as you both stare at each other. Despite his exposed position, Tighnari holds all the power. He's giving you an out, and you can tell he's genuine. You could just run out of his home, and pretend the situation never happened. But the yearning inside you is too high. You've desired a chance like this ever since you joined the Forest Rangers. And of course, you were curious.

What was it like to fuck a hybrid?

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Exhausting. That was your answer. The moment you gave Tighnari his approval, he pounced on you. His claws made quick work of your clothes as he flung them around the room. You barely had time to react before his mouth latched onto one of your breasts, his hot tongue painting shapes on your skin. You keen at his touch, whines and moans tumbling out your lips as he leaves love bites all over your chest.

Alternating between the two, his mouth suckles on your nipples, painting drool and spit coating your breasts. When Tighnari pulls away, they feel sore and you hiss as the air feels cool in contrast to the warm saliva and the heat that rushes to the surface of your skin.

He wastes no time as he pulls you into the desired position, his animalistic strength making it easy to get you on your hands and knees. Clawing at your ass, he bites his tongue and hisses as he catches sight of the slick gathering on your inner thighs.

"I won't have to waste time prepping you. Good, because I don't want to wait any longer." Your cunt clenches around nothing, and you whine in anticipation. In an attempt to hurry him, you wiggle your hips to entice him. All that earns you is a harsh slap to your ass, and you yelp in surprise. The fox kneads the skin soothingly, as if in apology before lining his dick with your entrance.

The tip kisses your folds, splitting them apart as some of your essence coats the head. He nearly cums right there, his nerves lighting up like fireworks at the warm feeling of your slick coating his cock. He manages to restrain himself, just enough to give more instructions.

"The safe word is 'bloom'. I intend to have you as I please and I won't stop until I'm satisfied. Even if that means you can't hold yourself up." You clench again, this time catching his tip and he nearly crumbles. "If you need me to stop, you will have to say it. I will not stop unless you say 'bloom.' Do you understand?" he manages to finish.

Why on earth you would ever stop him from ravaging you is beyond you, but you appreciate the communication. You nod and wiggle your hips again, taking on a desperate tone to your voice.

"Hurry up and give me a reason to use that safe word, 'Nari."

Like lighting a match, his restraint burns away and his grip on you becomes bruising. In one smooth push, he fully sheathes himself inside you, hissing at how tight and warm you feel around his cock. The sudden intrusion has you trembling and you almost fall over. Your cunt is quick to grow wetter in an attempt to provide more lube. The stretch is mind-numbing, and you whine pathetically as he brings you to the hilt. You feel something slightly bulbous push against your folds, and your mind scrambles to try to make sense of it.

You don't have time to focus on the sensation, and moans slip between your lips as Tighnari slowly pulls his cock out, only leaving just the tip in. The emptiness you feel is hallowing, and you realized you've already become addicted to the feeling of his cock inside you. He doesn't leave you dissatisfied for long, thrusting back into you shortly after.

He picks up a steady rhythm, pulling you back against him with each thrust. You sob with each thrust, digging your nails into your palms. Every time he pulls out, he catches sight of his cock coated in your juices from your sopping pussy. A creamy ring forms around the base of his cock, and he bites back a growl that reverberates in his chest. After years of only being able to get off with his own hand, he'll never go back. Hearing your squeals and watching the way that your essence drips out around his length with each thrust was intoxicating, and he can't get enough.

His thrusts get more violent, his clawed hands digging more into your hips, you find yourself struggling to keep yourself propped up on your hands. Heavy balls slap against your clit, adding extra stimulation that makes your cunt squeeze around Tighnari's cock deliciously. He snarls in your ears with each squeeze, your reactions spurring him on to continue his assault on your dripping heat.

"T-Tighnari...p-please, slow down..c-can't," you plead, slightly turning your head to gaze at him with bleary eyes. Your cheeks are flushed, heat radiating off of your body, and drool dribbles down the corner of your mouth as you struggle to meet his gaze. You flinch at his unwavering stare, and let out a squeal when he reaches one of his hands up to place it on your back between your shoulders.

"Are you going to say the safe word?" he questions, slowing down his thrusts. His gaze remains unchanged but you can hear concern sewn into his words. He's offering you another out. As much as it hurts, you didn't want to slow down anytime soon. You've wanted him for as long as you've worked with him and there was no way you were going to stop halfway. You shake your head, clamping your mouth shut. That's all the permission he needs before he gives a forceful shove and pushes you down onto the floor, forcing your body into a deep arch and your head to the floor as you let out a pornographic moan.

"If you can't hold yourself up, just lie there and take it. I won't have my fill for a while," he hisses out, the edge in his voice coming back. He continues his previously brutal pace,

The new angle has you feeling him so much more, and you swear he's able to fuck into you deeper. His name rolls off your tongue in chants as you press yourself against the floor, submitting to the position you've been forced into. A new burn aches through your body from the harsh angle but the way that Tighnari's cock bullies itself into your cunt brings pleasure crashing down in its wake.

The feeling of a coil tightening in your stomach grows, and as it grows tighter and tighter, your vision blurs as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your moans dry into pathetic whimpers, stifled by the rubbing of your face against the hardwood floor. The friction stings, causing tears to well up in your eyes, much to Tighnari's delight.

" 's too much, hm? Are you crying because you can't take it? I told you I wouldn't be nice," he mocks, slowing down his pace to a more intentional one, sharp thrusts rutting against that spongy spot in your walls. You wail at the new pace, missing the vigor behind Tighnari's thrust but craving the grinding of his dick against that sensitive spot.

" 'm gonna cum...'nari, I'll cum!" you whine, gathering all the strength you can to try and push your body up, hoping to be able to meet his thrusts. Sharp pain rings through your head as Tighnari grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back, causing you to yelp. Your back is pressed against his chest, and he quickly adjusts his hand so his arm wraps around your torso to hold you upright.

Your breathing picks up as gravity forces you to drop down on his cock at a more direct angle, and more pathetic sobs slip off your tongue. He bucks his hips up, forcing you to bounce in his lap. His knot, now rising and more shapely kisses your folds, parting them more and more with each thrust. The wet slaps of skin against skin, the splats of your fluids dripping onto the floor-- you've become hyperaware of the erotic scene unfolding around you. Something damp and fuzzy wraps around your leg and presses against your clit, and that coil inside starts to tighten more. You manage to spare a glance and whine when you realize that Tighnari's tail has started rubbing against your sensitive nub.

"Go on, cum. Cum all over me," he commands, and your body listens without hesitation. Loud, purely pornographic wails fill the room as you gush all over Tighnari's cock. He groans into the crook of your neck, melting at the feeling of your walls spasming around him. He almost gets swept up by the sensation, nearly cumming inside you. But he instead bites down on your unblemished skin in an attempt to ground you, and you arch your back from the pain of his canines digging into you.

Your vision dots with white, and you feel you curl your toes in pure euphoria. The crashing waves of your orgasm keep rolling, powered by the persistent stroking of your captain's tail stroking your clit. In a brief moment of clarity, that fact rings bells in your head: your captain. Your superior. You just came on your superior's dick. There was no coming back from this. Your relationship with Tighnari has changed, for better or for worse. A twinge of worry shoots down your spine, culling your orgasm almost instantly. But you don't have time to dwell on your fears-- a sharp bite to your jaw brings you back to reality.

"Don't think I'll let you go just yet. We still have plenty of the rest of the month to go," Tighnari scolds under his breath, and you squeal as you come back to the fact that you're still bouncing on his cock, taking all of it, inch by inch, with little resistance. Your cheeks darken when you glance down at the growing puddle of milky fluids underneath the two of you.

You can feel the head of his dick swell, and you realize he's about to cum. Tighnari's tightening grip and more erratic groans are all you need for confirmation. Crescent moons form on your hips as his claws dig in drawing a little blood. You can barely focus on the increasing pace, gasping every time he bottoms out fully inside you. His knot pops in and out, the only shred of resistance despite the copious amounts of essence dripping everywhere.

The faint, reasonable part of your mind is screaming at you to ask him to pull out, to cum on any part of your body that wasn't your pussy. The more prominent, more needy, and desperate part was far louder-- you craved to feel his cum inside you. You don't know if a hybrid can get a regular human pregnant, and a part of you wants to find out. A risk that results in Tighnari's warm cum filling you up? You clench at the thought and he growls in appreciation.

His thrusts get sloppier, more intent on slamming your hips down against his in an attempt to catch his knot. His efforts are initially fruitless, his knot just barely slipping out. With one rather harsh thrust though, he manages to force it in with a wet pop, and you keen as you both cum at the same time. The tightness of your cunt aids in keeping his knot plugged inside you as he cums.

It's warm and thick and flows inside you like a turret. Tighnari continues to bite and tug at your neck, lapping up any blood that spills when he breaks the skin. Your mind goes blank, and you feel like you're floating on clouds. His cum leaves you feeling warm and full, and you feel limp as you rest against him.

A few moments of stillness pass, and as you feel your strength return, you try to shift to get off. Tighnari is quick to grab your waist and keep you still, letting out a warning growl.

"Don't. Move. Not done yet." A shiver runs down your spine and you manage to voice out your confusion.

"Done..? But you came..and," you trail off, too embarrassed to discuss the literal knot inside you. He chuckles at this, and slides a hand down to palm your overstimulated bud, causing you to whimper in protest.

"I told you-- we have the rest of the month. I'm not finished with you yet." He lowers his voice to barely above a whisper, his next sentence making your stomach flip.

"By the time I'm through, I'll make sure you have a kit or two inside you."

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norrisleclercf1 · 9 months

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This one’s kinda angsty… with fluff

Request for poly Charles and max with reader

We all know how quick max can get into a mood so maybe something happened at the race and didn’t go his way. He comes home to you and Charles making dinner for him and you go up to him to comfort him because Charles did better than him in the race so you assume he wouldn’t want to talk to him. But max just gets annoyed with you trying to talk to him but he raises his voice so charles comes in between to protect you. And you leave the place not answering your phone and when you come back max feels like shit and makes it up to you

Prompts -

Stepping in front of the other to shield them from something/someone.

“You actually came back.”

Forehead kisses hand kisses cheek kisses

A/N: I like the way your brain works

"Just don't burn the pasta, Charles." You remind your boyfriend as you start making 3 different salads, each to your liking. "One time, you burn pasta one time." He grumbles but watches the pasta like a hawk.

"He's still not home yet." You remark, looking at the time. A quarter past 7. "Probably a long debrief," Is all Charles replies knowing that Max isn't going to be in the best mood. "Still, he normally texts." Wiping your hands you grab your phone, nothing from Max and you were starting to worry.

"Maybe I should I," The sound of keys in the door, and Jimmy hopping down from his perch lets you know that Max is home. "Wait for him to come us." Kissing your cheek, you nod hating that Max didn't do well.

Max comes into view, not saying a word as he places his bags on the ground. Standing straight he makes eye contact with you and Charles, something passes over his face which has you looking away.

"It wasn't a bad race." You mummer, Charles's chopping of mushrooms stops, it starts back up again. "Leave it alone." Max walks into the kitchen grabbing a beer and popping the lid off. "Max, it really wasn't that bad. You got 5th, what's there to be upset about?" You ask, going back to the salads.

"It was 5th, fucking 5th. Charles got 1st, and I don't want to talk about this." He felt the annoyance starting to creep up, he wanted to remain calm as sometimes his temper gets the best of him. "No, Max other drivers would kill for 5th. You did good today, that doesn't mean you can ignore me trying to talk to you." Max slams the beer bottle down, his temper in full swing.

"God dammit! Will you just shut up." Max roars, but his view of you is swallowed by Charles standing in front of you. His arms out a little bit, like he was ready to block a blow or something. "I, oh Charles," Max is at a loss for words, while you stare wide eye at Charles's back. "I need a moment." You whisper stepping away from Charles.

"No, Y/n I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," You slip on your shoes, a pair of green and a pair of blue eyes watch your movements, shrugging on a jacket. "Don't burn the pasta, also the salads just need your favorite toppings." You mumble opening the front door and walking out.

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"She hasn't answered me." Max whispers staring at his phone, Charles cleaning the dishes in silence. "She left her phone." It's the first word he's spoken to Max in 3 hours. "I didn't mean to snap, I..." He takes a deep breath pinching his eyes. "I would never hurt her."

"Whatever, I'm going to shower." Charles was furious at Max. He knew that Max wouldn't talk to him about the race, since he did better. But, he never expected him to yell at you.

Max nods, as he stares at his phone. Magically hoping it'd force you to come home. "Stop trying to run Jimmy." You whisper, Max hearing your voice bolts up. You walk in holding Jimmy in your arms petting him. "You actually came back." Max gasps, relief filling him.

"Of course, I did." You mumble, letting Jimmy squirm and rush off back to where he came from. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." His words are choked on by the tears gripping them as he moves pulling you into him.

"It's okay, I wasn't mad. Just needed a breather." Max's arms tigthen around you, kissing you all over your face. "Please don't leave every again, next time yell please." Melting into his arms you hug him back. "Okay."

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toxicanonymity · 8 months

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when raider met sweet pea

1k words | analysis of raider!Joel x f!reader

Raider Joel Master List

This is a peek inside early, unevolved raider joel in the original fic from March. We know how much he’s grown since then, but he’s done terrible, inexcusable things, and he knows it. NOTES: You're referred to as sweet pea in this, Joel's pet name for you. General HC followed by Q&A. Thank you @milla-frenchy for always having good Qs. I have great Qs from others too that I'll get to as I can (looking at u @javier-penas-wifexx420, and others). To raider's pr team, sorry for going back in time but FIWB. WARNINGS: References to noncon, assault.

Here’s how I HC what happened under the surface: When Joel interrupted the men from taking sweet pea, it wasn't a noble rescue mission. Mainly, he was fed up with the men and wanted to put them in their place. But then, one of the men used the butt of his rifle under her chin to make her look up, and this is what unlocked or triggered something in Joel: She looked at Joel thinking he was saving her, and something in her face had a subconscious effect on him -- like he saw her hope and appreciation, and saw someone looking at him like he was a good man who mattered to them. It made him feel needed, which he hadn’t felt for so long that he didn’t even recognize the feeling, or know how to feel it, much less what to do with it.

That moment created the tiniest crack, a minuscule window into the man buried under the persona built by trauma and the apocalypse. The crack was too tiny to change his behavior yet, but that tiny window allowed him to see a glimmer of something else possible and allowed him to subconsciously connect with her in a way he hadn't connected in ages. From his raider persona, everyone is pretty 2D, so consciously, he's not seeing or treating her (or anyone) as a real person at this point. But that moment still resulted in a “spark,” like a magnetism, and the crack in his shell grows over time.

When he takes her inside: it was likely unusual that he took her somewhere private. Normally, he does things in front of the other men to show dominance (see Stash House). Subconsciously, that tiny part of him wanted to feel like a protector, and taking her somewhere private may have been his pathetic idea of a protective gesture, physically picking her up and taking her away from the worse (more violent) guys.

He takes her to the room intending for her to suck his dick by default, but I don't think P in V was always his intent: He doesn't threaten or mention fucking her upfront when he’s telling her what’s going to happen. He tells her she's gonna suck his dick and to be a good girl and it'll be over quick. While she sucks him, he decides he has to have her (be inside her). He says "alright sweet pea, now pull down your pants for me." He was acting on his primitive urges and what his body wanted in that moment for whatever reason -- he's a raider and has a huge sense of entitlement. Even though his escalation wasn’t out of malice, the effect is that he made the attack worse. He’s a bad person and a r*pist, and he knows it.

(Note, I’m only censoring this word because other people censor it and I sense some people find it jolting to see even if they read noncon. I'm not censoring it to try to make him look better. His past is a part of him, there's no getting around the fact that he's a r*pist. He's the last person who would want it forgiven or excused. He kinda hates himself ).

Q: I've been wondering if he could have done to other women what he did to sweet pea in the 1st chapter

He did at least make other women suck his dick in the past. As for how he sees his past behavior now, it'll come out eventually, not like an OOC monologue, like a word in passing or implied here or there.

Q: I think you wrote somewhere that Joel didn't approve of the behavior of some of his men with women, and that Carter wasn't like that (was I dreaming?)

The men who had sweet pea at the beginning of ch 1 are more physically aggressive and violent with women, physically forcing them and hurting them, whereas Joel calmly told sweet pea what to do (while he was heavily armed) and didn’t physically hurt her. The other men will smack them around and gang rape them. Joel feels like that behavior from men is weak, like if you're going to physically hurt someone, pick on someone your own size. He doesn’t feel moral superiority for this (I mean he doesn't see himself as a good guy), but he sees himself as stronger and more dominant than men who need to hurt a weaker person.

Q: Why is he so possessive and jealous, since day 1? In failed rescue : "He describes you. Joel’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken. He waits a beat before answering." I love that 😏 but it's super fast. Did she trigger something in him from day one?

When he initially decided she's his so quickly, most importantly, he means she's not anyone else's. He's in charge, he's claimed her, he's dominant, and he's the boss. That was his original intent and he didn't expect it to go further than that. But it goes beyond that because of the moment explained above. So it's also his primitive instinct that she's his, and that’s what you see when her bf describes her in your quote. Whatever connection or feeling was created by the way she looked at Joel made her special, and he couldn't let go of it. So she became like a precious possession at that point. Since then, he’s slowly evolved to where she’s not just a possession, but certainly still his.

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Thank you so much for reading. I really adore everyone's interest and investment in raider!Joel. If you love raider joel, please interact with his fics -- it's always better late than never. Comments mean a lot no matter how small, and reblogs mean a lot regardless of blog size. I know most of raider's fans started as lurkers, and I don't judge for your lurking era. Most of my tumblr bffs started as lurkers.

Ik the tense is all over the place in this sorry lol

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lovrsm · 5 months

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sum: Christmas is near the corner, remembering how in this time of the year, everything is magic with the man you love.

word count: 2.5k

pairing: charles leclerc x childhoodbsf!reader

warning: angst, overthinking and FLUFF!!

disclaimers: we’re going to pretend that in Monaco it snows, FOR THE SAKE OF THIS SILLY WRITING. Alright? I investigated what winter is like there, and it’s not even close to snowing🤕. Also, kinda wrote this like a fairy tale, I’m so in love with it wtf😭♥️

Merry Christmas to you all🫶 love you and enjoy!

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“Just being in your arms takes me back to that little farm”

Christmas was around the corner.

Or maybe in a few couple days.

In reality, it was more than a month away.

November, 1st of November, and everything turned a mix of red, white and green. The colors of your favorite time of the year.

Your hands were covered in bags, and the bags filled with presents for all of your loved ones. It was barely afternoon, but you had woken up since 6am to be at stores as quick as you could.

Every single present was planned, even if it’s one time they mentioned they wanted it, or something they’ve been dying for since forever. Your presents were always the best, and everyone knew that.

After you buyed some great amount of gift wrapping, you finally headed home.

You knew you’d take a long time to get home, holiday shopping traffic was surely starting now.

Just a day after halloween and you knew you had to make everything green and white, and hella lot of red.

The rest of the day was for yourself, your family, and for making everything festive. Changing your bedsheets from black to red. Having christmas decorations over the entrance of your house.

The only thing that was missing, was the Christmas tree.

The very thing you waited for all year long.

You weren’t sure if it was the smell, or the shape. But the journey to find the tree, that was all you needed for Christmas.

You closed your eyes, and that silly little Christmas tree farm was the only thing you pictured.

“Sweetie, it’s time to go, they’re here!” My mom screamed from downstairs.

shit

I finished drying my hair, since I had just showered. Quickly, I grabbed all the extra clothes I needed for the cold weather outside.

I rushed downstairs, grabbing a beanie I had by the door in the way.

I could see at the corner of my eye the whole place covered in a blanket of snow.

“Oh, we are ready to go now!” I heard my dad shout as I was locking the door soon a lot of footsteps.

“Took you long enough” I heads a calm voice behind me.

I turned around to see the face I’ve been missing so much. I quickly jumped into his arms. “I’ve missed you too, asshole.” I whispered in his ear. He chuckled, making my whole body shiver with excitement.

“Missed you too, you have no idea.”

I let him go, taking a good look at him. His dimples showing up, and his white pearled teeth shining at me.

I couldn’t hide my smile, he was finally here.

A honk interrupted my thinking. “Come on you two, we want to get early this year!” I heard Lorenzo screaming from his car.

We both rushed to it, my dad, mom and Pascale left in the other car. While the Leclerc’s, my brother and I traveled in this car.

“Hey y/n!” Lorenzo smiled at me through the car mirror “Sup!” Arthur gave me a wave from the co-pilot seat.

“Hi!” I responded as I settled into my seat, putting on my seat belt. Lorenzo wasn't the best driver around.

“So, how was everything both of you? Did you miss us?” My brother started a conversation.

“It’s been crazy! All I could ever imagine, it literally felt like a dream”

“Yeah, all the behind the scenes is absolutely crazy, definitely learned a lot from the team, I think white looks good on us” Arthur completed.

“But, do you know what will look even better?”

“Red!” We all said in union and laughed.

Charles had won the new Ferarri seat for the 2019 season, and we were all so proud of him.

“We all saw you at your races, y/n was the first one to wake up and put on the tv, always.” My brother, Matthias tried to tease me.

Charles turned to look at me with a grin plastered in his face.

“Okeyy, I’m a morning person, alright? What is wrong with that?” I answered normally.

Yeah, I am a morning person, but I would normally go walking on my mornings or maybe do some exercise, not stay home watching tv.

But if Charles was on it, there was no way I would miss it.

“If you say sooo” I leaned out of my seat to look at Matt, since he was on the other side of the car. Charles was in the middle.

“okay.” He quietly answered to my glare.

“Anyway, so what is the first thing you want to do when we get there?” Lorenzo asked from the pilot seat, concentrated on not crashing.

“The sleighs”

“The horses!”

“Maybe we should get the trees first” Charles said calmly, looking at the road ahead.

“Yeah, you know how quickly they buy them, we should get the best two around.” I smiled at them, and everyone nodded in agreement.

Charles was right, the biggest, greenest and beautiful trees were obviously taken as soon as possible.

Last winter we were left with not the best tree because we all got distracted doing something else.

“So, we all know the drill, right?” Arthur asked, turning to look at the three of us in the back.

I smirked, this was going to be fun.

“Maman, papa are with Pascale, I texted them. They are going to wait for you, Enzo”

And with that, we arrived to the parking lot, and thank god we found a good place to park in, I did not want to walk too much after the whole day.

We always end up exhausted.

“Everyone get their phones at maximum volume, if someone calls answer immediately!” We all agreed.

“Go go go gooo!”

I opened the door as fast as I could, and waited for Charles to get out, but in a blink of an eye he already grabbed my hand and started to run to the barns direction.

I was slowly catching to his pace.

Shit he was faster than last year.

He finally stopped at the start of the trees. “Well, we have a lot of options”

Charles was concentrated on watching every single tree in front of us, scrunching his nose in a very cute way.

“Yeah… we better go looking”

Half an hour. A whole 30 minutes we were looking for the damn trees.

All of us took this very seriously.

“Too short”

“Too tall”

“Ew, that’s ugly.”

“Never liked the ones with fake snow.”

“Not fluffy enough”

“Oh come on, there is no way an ornament will look good in that.”

Every time there was an excuse. That was until Arthur and Matthias called us saying they found the 1st one.

Then my maman and papa called right after just to say they finally found another one, the most ‘perfect’ in the place.

In the pictures they sent to us, they looked so cute and wonderful. Surely there was no complaining at all.

So the Christmas tree hunt was over. And now we could peacefully walk around the place.

Charles and I walked silently to our favorite place here, it was somewhere close to the icy and blue ice rink.

Some small open cabins were there, just so people could get somewhere to get warm, and to lit up a bonfire.

The temperatures here were no joke.

Charles and I were basically freezing, even if we had the mittens that his mom made for us last year.

I snuggled into my sweater as I waited for charles to set the bonfire.

“You cold?”

“Mhm” he laughed at my state, I always get easily cold, but that doesn’t mean I hate winter.

It’s actually the exact opposite.

“Your nose is red as a tomato.” He pinched my nose.

“Hey!” He shrugged and smiled while he gave me his white scarf. “Thanks…”

I was now hypnotized by the dancing fire, and Charles came closer, having his arm touching mine.

“I wish you could’ve come with me” He whispered.

“To your races?”

“Everywhere, I needed you there.” He sweetly smiled at me. But I hit him in his arm “ow? What was that for?” He laughed at me.

“For all the times you were reckless and almost gave me a heart attack!… but, I would’ve loved being there with you too, you know that”

He chuckled, since we were little, when he was karting I would always be there for him when he crashed or just had a bump on the way.

Always.

But now we were talking about F1, something people should not play with. Cars that go at a speed I can’t even think.

So, yeah, I obviously had my nearly death experiences while watching the tv and having Charles crashing out of nowhere.

But here he was, next to me and I could now feel his warmth.

charles pov.

Missing her is just an understatement, he needed her. Every day it passed without her was absolutely devastating.

Yeah, they texted and called often, but there was nothing like having her by his side.

At this point she’s the air he need to breathe, it was like the sun finally appearing after long rainy days.

She was the first person he called when he got into Ferrari, she was the one who he texted in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep.

Charles didn’t even know how much he needed her till she wasn’t by his side anymore.

How do I even tell her?

She’s at my side, peacefully watching the bonfire while I am dying inside to tell her how much se makes me feel.

“Hey…” I started, I don’t even know what Im fucking going to say.

She turned her head to look at me, and tilted her head while shining her big gorgeous eyes at me.

I gulped. She stopped the world completely by just looking at me.

“Are you ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost” she laughed, and the ends of my lips turned upwards.

“Here, let’s go take some hot cocoa, maybe it’ll help you relax”

She stood up and offered me her hand, and I took it hesitatingly, if I don't do it now when will I do it? I can’t just not tell her.

“Oh god, you’re even paler now.” She looked a bit worried.

“Come on big boy, you will be fine, follow me”

I grunted, but she didn’t stop moving. The cold air hitting us as soon as we left the warmth of the bonfire.

“Here, with marshmallows, just how you like it Charlie.” She showed her teeth at me handing a warm cup of hot chocolate.

“Feeling better?” She placed a falling piece of her hair behind her her ear after taking a sip from her own cup.

“More than ever” I replied.

She looked directly into my eyes, god I could melt right now.

“What was it that you were saying?”

I almost choked.

“Ugh, nothing important”

“Must be, you can always count on me Charlie.” She placed her delicate hand on top of mine.

Charlie, she has called me that since we were little. My parents and hers were friends since forever, and I guess we just followed.

“I just, was thinking about when I was away. Uh, I was just thinking about this… girl.”

ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴏᴠ

I felt a sting on my chest

But that is does the mean anything, right?

“Oh” i just managed to say, I looked at my feet just so I couldn’t meet his angelic eyes.

who am I even fooling at this point?

“It’s just, I really, really want her to be more to me than she is now. I just don’t know how to tell her.”

Cool.

Cool cool cool cool cool… cool.

“I mean, I don’t know, what is she like?” I looked everywhere just to not look at him.

But I’m pretty sure he must be distracted thinking about this girl.

why am I feeling like this?

“Well” he chuckled. “She’s like, the best woman I’ve ever met. She gets me, and she’s so creative and funny and everything great in this world...”

My heart was slowly breaking by each compliment he gave her.

“…I just want her by my side.”

“Just tell her, if you feel all… this, maybe you should just tell her”

It’s the first time I’ve heard him talk about a girl like this, heck, he even called her a woman.

I finally looked up at him, just to find out he was already looking at me.

His eyes shined with that sparkling light he had. I could resist the smile creeping up my cheeks already.

“Really? I’m just afraid I’ll screw everything up.” He concluded.

“Any girl would be nuts to say no to you.”

His cheeks turned a slightly darker red. I could feel my cheeks burning already.

But I had to stop myself, this isn’t you who he is talking about.

I turned around, I need to take a breath.

“y/n…” he grabbed me by the wrist to turn me around. I met, once again, with her dreamy eyes.

“Yes?” I quietly replied.

“You know who I’m talking about, right?” He raised an eyebrow at me, and gave me a look I couldn’t quite figure out was trying to say.

I shook my head side slowly. I felt my eyes watering.

I looked around just so that he couldn’t catch my glossy eyes.

But I met with a mistletoe just over a head. I opened my mouth in awe.

I felt a shift in the ambiance, I looked back at Charles and saw him smiling showing his dimples.

He was looking at the mistletoe above us.

“I can’t, I just can’t anymore y/n.”

what?

He met my gaze and took both of my hands, I could feel them over my mittens.

“Since we were kids, there was something about you, the is something about you that has always made my heart skip a beat.”

This isn’t happening.

I could feel my mouth slowly forming a smile.

“And I’ve always thought it was normal for me to feel like this with you. But god, being away from you has been hell. I need you, I can’t conform with just texting and calling.”

“Maybe this might sound selfish, but I don’t even want to picture you with someone else who is not me. I thought it was a little crush, but heck, you make me feel this way every single time and I never get tired of it.”

I was completely speechless.

This is happening.

“It’s ok if you don’t feel the same way, but it physically hurts to not tell you how much you actually mean to me. I’d be a fool not to tell you how special you are.”

At this point I started crying.

I cupped his face in my hands.

“What i’m trying to say is… I love you. More than I’ve ever loved anyone.”

I was left with words, I’ve never been good at telling my feelings.

But I am good at showing them.

I slowly looked up at the mistletoe, and he followed my eyes.

I bit my lip. And furrowed my eyebrows asking him with signs, not words.

“Please” he quietly begged. I didn’t even had to think it twice.

I crashed my lips into his, expressing every single ounce of love I had for him. He followed.

It was the most magical night of the year.

Under the sparkling lights, bundled up in their mittens and coats, sweet dreams of holly and ribbons…

The couple finally found their way together, and their souls finally united and all their wishes came true.

Their love was blooming, and it all started in that little Christmas tree farm.

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randomhuman45 · 7 months

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DpxDc Prompt (Part 2)

So this is based off of when I 1st wrote part 1. But apparently when past me started writing it, it kinda went its own way. Idk how long ago I wrote it so idk where I was planning it to go, but here, bellow, is what I have copy and pasted from my notes app. Please enjoy and feel free to add on and @ me if you do so I can enjoy reading y'alls additions!!!!

-bruce sees phantom as needing a contingency plan

-knows phantom is native to amity

-googles "ghost hunters of amity park" and most results are of the Fentons

-bruce goes to meet the Fentons about their ghost hunting under the pretense of 'Gotham may have ghosts' and willing to offer funding and buy stuff to help protect people of Gotham

-danny notices this and is very wary. Why is another billionaire trying to work with his parents and their ghost hunting? Everyone knows it's villains like poison ivy, dr freeze, the riddler ect who make Gotham that bad of a place. His cover story makes no sense and his parents eagerness is blinding them to it

-danny starts to hang out in the lab more telling his parents that he has had more free time lately and wants to spend it helping them with their work in order to keep an eye on bruce

-he asks bruce plenty of questions and in quite an accusing tone. Bruce notices this and doesn't know how to feel. At 1st having a stranger in your home isn't always a good feeling so maybe the boy is off put by this new outta town person in his home. Besides, teens can get very territorial of 'their space' he recalls from his own children. But Danny doesn't just hang around his parents and mope about a new person in his space, Danny asks questions, a lot. More than the typical 'why are you here,' it's almost like Danny is trying to catch him in a lie. Now while not trusting strangers is quite expected and normal, it's the hatred and almost fear in his eyes that tips bruce off that his initial thoughts about the kid are off.

-its not until bruce is holding a new ecto-weapon that bruce sees a new side of Danny. It wasn't like Bruce had done much to have the child suspect that he may harm him, Maddie just handed it to bruce for him to look at, no amo in it at all and even then he intended to keep the barrel facing the floor. He never liked guns and wasn't planning on shooting anyone, besides this gun didn't harm anyone as far as he'd been told, it shot out a mini 3 second portal that would hypothetically suck the ghost back into the ghost zone.

-But Danny looked at him like it was a challenge. Danny glared down not only bruce but the weapon in his hand as if testing to see if bruce would attack him or his parents, if he would run off with it and steal it for himself

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th3g0dofdarkn3ss · 1 year

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❝ENDLESS TORMENT❞

After days of picking the people off that was on your kill list, there was only two left. Tara and Samantha. It was about to come to an end... or was it?

Tara Carpenter x Male Reader, Tara Carpenter x Y/N KINDA LONG!

Standing behind a car in a drive way that was across from the Carpenters household, you stalk the home, blending yourself within the midnight's darkness with the help of your pitch black cloak, watching the sisters every move, then eventually you take out your voice changer and extra flip phone to ring up Tara.

You raise up the voice changer to your throat and your phone to your ear and you stand there in patience whilst seeing Tara standing up to go over to the kitchen counter to pick up the home phone with hesitation due to what happened to her at the start of this whole scandal.

"Who is this?" Tara interrogated hesitantly with her voice cracking. "This is the person that missed your other organs. You're a lucky girl Tara." you mocked, causing her face to look like she's seen a ghost but it quickly transitioned into anger, making her face turn red. She then proceeded to approach the right window next to the front door to possibly spot you "What do you want you fucking psycho?" Tara queried. "It's fairly simple. I want to kill you and your sister just like I did with the rest of your friends." you informed revealing your obvious intentions. "You will pay for what you did!" Tara barked. "Oh really? It just doesn't seem like that will happen considering the fact that you're already DEAD!" you stated slightly raising your voice out of excitement. Your eyes were dead set on Tara until you saw movement coming from upstairs, it was Samantha. "Hey who's on the phone with you?" Samantha prodded. You heard her in the background of you and Tara's phone call.

Tara covered the mic of the house phone with her hand and replied to her sister. They was talking but you couldn't hear them clearly. The only thing you heard was muffles of conversation and the only thing you saw was Samantha transitioning to the other side of the house. Your patience was running thinner at every second that was passing by. "Oh it seems like you and your sister has something cooking for me. I thought I'd never see the day that bitch Samantha would actually spend some time with you. It's too bad that I have to kill both of y'all." you continued to mock Tara to throw her off of her game that she's clearly setting up visually. But Tara stayed focused and chose to puff out her chest, "I'm hearing a lot of yapping but not a lot of showing up. How about you just try to come and kill us you coward?". You was amused at the sudden bravery that Tara showed but the thought of making Tara eat her words excited you "With pleasure!" you said with a tone that's similar to a kid seeing gifts under a Christmas tree.

You hanged up the phone and began crouching to the left side of the house. There was a shed that had a ladder huge enough to reach the bathroom window, so you grabbed it. Placed it on the outer wall of the house, you quietly moved up the ladder, slid up the bathroom window, and ducked through it. You reached down into your right black combat boot, took out your knife and kept it raised up in the air while slowly pushing the door open hoping to see either sister on the either side. But none of them wasn't, so you continued to snoop through the rooms, you checked Tara's bedroom, Samantha's bedroom, the parent's bedroom, and even the laundry room but surprisingly there was no sign of them.

Then you heard plates crash and scattering downstairs which made your head whip towards the stairs, you smiled psychotically inside your mask. You then proceeded to walk down the stairs slowly, hoping to not cause any noise until you see your future victims in your sights. When you arrived to the 1st floor of the house, you saw the plates broken on the floor behind the kitchen counter which was where the last position you saw Tara was in which told you that she was close. You moved into the living room and looked around the place only for a door that resembled a possible closet for outerwear to catch your attention.

"I got you now." you whispered to yourself arrogantly. As you got closer to the door, you reached your hand out to the doorknob slowly, when your hand had a full grasp on it, you swiftly pulled the door open only to receive a breath taking kick to the chest from Tara and it sent you tumbling over the couch. You speedily flipped yourself up on your feet to assail Tara but loud thuds of footsteps behind you made you turn around quickly only to receive a 2 by 4 plank to the head which knocked you out unconscious.

You slowly gained consciousness back after a few moments. Your head was thumping from the blunt force of the plank that Samantha hit you with which left a trail of blood on the left side of your forehead from the cause of a splinter. "Look. He's awake." Samantha told Tara which made Tara shift her body towards you with her arms crossed. You tried standing up but you was restrained to a chair, your wrists were binded behind the chair and your legs were binded in front of the legs of the chair. "There's no need trying to get up Y/N. We made sure to tie you up nice and tight." Tara informed shaking her head in pity. "Look we can work-" your attempt to plead was interrupted by a stiff right hand to the jaw from Samantha which made you fall over.

"Fuck!" you grunted. Samantha grabbed you and set you back up. "We've been hearing you talk for the past few days. Now it's time for you to hear us, so listen. It's already taking everything in my body to not stab you to death like you did with my friends." Tara uttered with a straight face and her arms crossed expressing that she was dead serious so you chose wisely to keep your mouth shut. "How could you do this Y/N? How could you? I knew you ever since middle school and I've never saw this side from you." Tara expressed with voice cracks. "Fame Tara. The fame. It's what I live for." you answered still trying to recuperate yourself. "People's lives are worth your delusional perception of fame? Are you fucking serious?" Samantha jumped in. "You killed innocent people over a goddamn movie. People are mourning because of YOU!" she seethed.

Guilt started to slowly seep in and take control of your mind causing you to not hold eye contact with Tara nor Samantha. "You know what? I can't believe I used to like you more than a friend before knowing that you're a deranged serial killer. It really messes with me. It makes me feel sick to my fucking stomach." Tara confessed how she felt about you which made you immediately feel regret. "I'm sorry." you apologized with your head facing down which pissed off Samantha to the point where she had to distance herself from you in order to not attack you. "SORRY?! YOU'RE FUCKING SORRY?!" Tara snapped removing her arms from a crossed position only to start waving them at you. "An apology won't be enough! We want you to suffer! The world wants you to suffer! You're going to be in jail for LIFE!". That last line made your heart sink. "Please! No! Please don't send me to prison! I don't wanna rot!" you pleaded shaking your head out of fear. "Maybe you won't rot. Maybe they'll give you the fucking chair." she whispered loudly lowering herself to your head and crossing her arms again. "I don't wanna die." you cried.

"Where did all that confidence go huh? Now I just see a bitch." Samantha mocked you while shaking her hand and crossing her arms as well. They both chuckled at the sorry sight that you were. You was on a killing rampage just to be broken at a snap of a finger. Tara felt bits of remorse for you but letting you leave without suffering severe consequences was completely out of the picture. "Well you don't want us to send you to prison and you don't want to die. Well what should we do to you then because letting you go isn't an option?" she asked. You remained silent not knowing what to say. You wanted to be let go and forgiven for your actions but you knew that the chance of that happening were slim to none. "Come on." Tara said beckoning Samantha to follow her upstairs. "What are we going to do with him? We can't just leave him here." Samantha questioned her. "We're going to talk about what we're going to do with him and trust me. He's not going anywhere." Tara enlightened her glancing at you with a sadistic smile that you once had when you was berating her on the phone.

There was no windows, no sharp objects near you to cut through the tough duct tape, and there was no way you could pull yourself out of your restraints. You had to sit there and wait for your indefinite fate to arrive at your feet. You was scared, broken, alone and tired. Amber was your only hope for escape so you decided to keep some faith and took a nap to bide some time.

...

Then the door busted wide open which jump scared you out of your nap and caused you to instantly look up at who made you wake up. It was Tara. She wasn't wearing her recent long sleeve strawberry shirt but instead, it was replaced with a white beater that pressed around her breasts. She stepped downstairs at a slow pace, slowly revealing the duct tape in her hand with the help of the dim lighting from a singular light bulb that was above you which caused you to become tense. "I'm already tied up nice and tight as you can see." you laughed nervously trying to relieve the tension in the air. Tara had a cold expression on her face and her eyes were locked onto you like you was prey which told you she wasn't in the mood for laughs.

"Me and Samantha decided that I should be the one to decide your fate. Since I was the one that was put through hell at first." Tara disclosed while walking around you in circles and twirling the duct tape with her index finger. "Plus, she's a little preoccupied with Amber at the moment." Your heart dropped. "What do you mean preoccupied?" you wondered raising your head up at Tara still pacing around you. "Me and Samantha knew that the other killer would come for us, so we set a trap for them just like we did with you. The only difference is that she's going to jail for a very long time and you're not." What Tara just told you picked up the tiny bit of faith you had left and crushed it like it was nothing. You was truly on your own. "You know, I used to like you. I used to like your smile, your charming personality and the way that you made me feel. It was almost like I loved you." she confessed. "Until I recognized how much of a piece of shit you are. Now there's no love any more. Just the need to break your mind." You already felt broken from all the guilt so you were slightly confused as to what she was talking about. Tara then put an end to her circular pacing and lowered herself to your level. "Just the need to break your mind and make you my pet. Forever." she finished.

"What do you-." you tried to figure out what she was talking about but she quickly wrapped duct tape around your mouth. "Did I say you can talk?" she asked rhetorically forcing eye contact with you by grabbing your face aggressively. "Did I say you can talk?" she repeated waiting for an answer but you didn't give her one, so she gave you a stinging slap across the face to get the message through your thick skull. "Shake your head." she commanded. You complied and shook your head no. "Good boy." she said with a fake smile which made you feel small. "Now listen carefully and stomach these next few words in because what I'm going to tell you will be your fate whether you like it or not." she instructed raising her brow.

"I'm going to use you like a toy for the rest of your days. What I tell you to do, you will do and if you refuse I'll punish you by either killing you or sending your ass to jail and I will not lose one hour of sleep knowing I removed another piece of trash from the face of the Earth. Do you understand me?" she told you. You was confused at first but then your pride came into the picture and you refuse to give her an answer. She slapped you again. "Do you understand me?". Still you refused so she hit you again. "Do you understand me?!" You was persistent in your rebellious attitude. Tara became annoyed at your refusal to give her an answer so she pulled out a pocket knife from her back pocket and raised it to your throat pressing against it. "I will fucking slice your throat open if you don't give me an answer. Nobody will mourn you but they will celebrate your death." she threatened. You realized the caliber of the situation and chose to swallow your pride and nod your head indicating yes.

"That's what I like to see. Understanding." Tara stated whilst putting her pocket knife back in her back pocket. She then stood up over you and grasped your neck to make you look at her. She went into her other back pocket to take out her phone. "It's Monday and it's 5:53 in the morning. In 2 hours, I'm going to have to go back to school." Tara pointed out. "So I might as well relieve some tension in the meantime." She put her phone back in her pocket and started taking off your cloak revealing your white t-shirt and blue denim jeans. She then proceeded to get on her knees and start unbuckling your belt which made you flinch. Muffled sounds of confusion came from your taped mouth not knowing what she was about to do. She threw your belt to the side and started taking off your pants, socks, and shoes.

Then she took off your underwear which made you pull your thighs together in an attempt to hide your member but that only pissed her off. Her hand quickly got a hold of your neck "Separate your thighs!" she commanded, leaving a bruise on your neck from how tight her grip was. You partly separated your thighs only for her to separate them more so she can fully see your member. "So this is you limped? I'm almost impressed." she observed. "But it's not enough for me. I want you hard." she grabbed your soft penis with two hands and started stroking it causing your lower stomach to clinch and your body to shiver. One hand was moving clockwise and the other was moving counterclockwise. It felt good but you was reluctant to show it. You didn't want her to feel like she had complete control over you... but she did. "This is going too slow for my liking." Tara exclaimed moving both of her hands to the base of your penis.

She began to steadily pull herself down your shaft with her mouth, swallowing you whole inch by inch which caused you to moaned instinctively. She gagged when your tip met the back of her throat which brought out muffled sounds of pleasure from you. You being in a situation where you was completely at Tara's mercy slightly aroused you. You couldn't say no to her without your life changing permanently for the worse. You had no choice but to sit there and endure her power over you. The slobbering and excess saliva on your shaft was aesthetically pleasing to your eyes. She kept sucking you off until you fully gotten hard.

She lifted her mouth from your penis leaving bridges of spit from her lips to your tip. "There we go." she breathed. At that moment she stood up, took her off her blue denim jeans and black lace panties. Her lower figure was a sight to see and there was no way of denying it. Her peanut butter plush thighs and slim legs made you feel warm inside just by gazing at them. But your state of admiration was interrupted by her turning around, grabbing your member, and descending her brownish pink furnace on your extension causing you to shiver all over again. "Fuck" she moaned. She started bouncing up and down slowly but started to pick up the pace. She kept herself up by placing her hands on your thighs. You felt the weight of her increasing and decreasing at every level change.

You were getting closer and closer to ejaculation until you felt her furnace tighten around your phallus "I-I-I'm cumming." she whined which pushed your orgasm closer until she stood up off of you. She started putting her clothes back on and headed upstairs. She closed the door on her way out which left you irritated. She edged you. You tried to cum but you were restrained. She edged you and used you for her own pleasure. Coming down from your high you started to feel dread knowing that you will endure this for the rest of your life to pay for your actions.

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lambertdiary · 8 months

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hi girl! you're my favorite dalton lambert writer i love your blog sm!! can i plz request a cute fic where dalton and reader are excited about halloween in their off-campus home? maybe not a part two but it does take place in that same universe and reader is kinda excited to buy candy for the kids on their street and dalton thinks its really cute and then he tells her that halloween wasn't as exciting after his coma and y/n feels bad for him so she wants to make it up to him?

sorry if its too specific but thank youu ily

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A/N: THIS WAS SUCH A BEAUTIFUL REQUEST. I loved writing it so much and I do have to say I got a little carried away with the idea, so if this is too cheesy that’s why. Anyway thank you so so much for your kind words! I hope you enjoy this so please let me know what you think 🫶🏻🤍

Word Count: 1.7k+

Warnings: established relationship, mentions of having kids, EXTREMELY CHEESY, fluff, mentions of Dalton’s coma

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Home Sweet Treats

One chilly October evening Y/N and Dalton found themselves roaming around one of the local thrift shops looking for Halloween decorations. As soon as the calendar turned to October 1st, they excitedly declared that it was officially ‘spooky season’, but it was especially Y/N who couldn't wait to celebrate their first Halloween in their home.

“What do you think about this one? Is it too spooky for the kids?” Dalton held up an old looking halloween mask, a big notorious rip at the top.

Y/N stared at it for a moment, trying to picture how it would look outside their house “I think it’s kinda lame”

Dalton scoffed, his eyebrows coming together as he scanned it again “I think it would look okay, we can make him wear a hat to hide the ripped part” Y/N didn’t look too convinced so Dalton put the mask on slowly and held his breath almost immediately, it was an old mask “See? It doesn’t look too bad when it’s over something”

Y/N giggled at this, walking towards him and taking the mask off “Let’s keep it for now in case we can’t find anything else”

They had spent their weekend exploring every Halloween store they could find, but decorations were a little more expensive than they initially thought so that’s why they ended up scouring thrift shops. They were also planning on picking out a couple of pumpkins from the nearby pumpkin patch and brainstorming costume ideas for the so awaited Halloween party Chris couldn’t stop talking about. But there was one thing that they were the most excited for: buying sweets for the little trick-or-treaters.

Y/N had some fond memories of dressing up and going to every house asking for treats and they were determined to create something memorable for the kids in their neighbourhood, so the spooky decorations outside had to be perfect if she wanted it to be the full experience, and when she shared her idea with Dalton he couldn’t help but love her even more.

A couple of Sundays before the big day, they decided to take the entire day to pick out a couple of pumpkins and carve them. Their trip to the pumpkin patch was quick but a little intense, it was hard to find the ones that were big and steady enough since it was filled with kids and their parents who were looking for the same thing, but once they secured their pumpkins they made their way back to their home.

“So I’ve never actually done this so you’re gonna have to help me” Dalton said with a soft chuckle, laying the pumpkin carving tools on the living room floor.

“Never?” Y/N looked at him in disbelief as Dalton shook his head.

“At least not on my own, when I was a kid my parents used to help us do it but after… you know, my coma, Halloween wasn’t the same”

Y/N came up to him and softly placed a hand on his cheek “I’m sorry to hear that, baby”

“It’s okay, it’s not like I missed out on the Halloween experience, at least I get to do it with you” He replied with a smile.

Y/N nodded and placed a quick kiss on his lips “Then I’ll make sure it’s perfect” She whispered.

They sat next to each other so that Y/N could walk him through the entire process, giving him the steadier pumpkin so it would be a little easier for him.

“We’ll start by cutting out a lid” She grabbed a serrated knife and carefully pushed it into the pumpkin “Make sure you do it with an angle though, otherwise it will fall into it” Dalton was paying close attention to her as she went around the top of the pumpkin, taking his own knife to start with the process “Your lid should be bigger than mine, you hand has to fit inside the whole to take the seeds and pulp out”

Dalton nodded and did as she said, smiling when the top of the pumpkin came out in a perfect circle. They proceeded to scoop the insides of the pumpkin with a spoon over a plastic bag to avoid making a mess, putting everything in a bowl to try and make a recipe Y/N’s mum had sent her.

“Do you know what design you want to do?”

“Uh-” Dalton stopped and pulled out his phone, and after a moment he showed her his screen.

“Jack Skellington and Sally? I can barely make a regular face”

“Is it too hard?” Dalton was genuinely asking, he thought it was just like drawing something.

“Well… drawing isn’t the hard part, but we do have to carve it into the pumpkin and that can be a little tricky” Y/N took Dalton’s phone and zoomed into the pumpkins, analysing them closely “There are a lot of tiny details”

“We have the smaller detail sculpting from the carving kit, I think we can make it”

She looked up at him, he had a big smile and hopeful eyes, most likely waiting for Y/N to say yes. She sighed as she gave him back his phone “I’m sure you’ll do great, you’re an artist after all, but you’ll draw mine”

Dalton’s smile grew bigger. He excitedly drew on both pumpkins their respective designs, biting his tongue in concentration as his eyes focused on it. Y/N was right, he did a great job and both pumpkins looked amazing, now all they had to do was actually carve it.

That took a little longer than Y/N had anticipated, since she had never done such detailed faces but she was extremely happy at how they ended up looking, they were identical to the reference photo Dalton had shown her.

“You did fantastic, love” She said, hugging his side.

“We should do this every year” He hugged her back and pulled her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist “It could be our very own halloween tradition, we’ll buy the biggest pumpkins and our kids will learn how to-” He said that without even thinking, stopping as soon as he realised. Y/N looked up at him immediately, a smile forming on her face and noticing how his face was going red “Sorry-”

“I think they’ll love it” She interrupted him “And you will be a fantastic pumpkin carving guide” Y/N stood on her tiptoes and placed both hands on his shoulder blades, kissing him softly. Dalton smiled into the kiss, his eyes filling with tears as he thought of his future with her.

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Halloween was just around the corner, it was the weekend before and Y/N and Dalton set out to buy all the sweets they would need to satisfy the little trick-or-treaters in their neighbourhood. Y/N walked through the shop’s hallways as Dalton followed her around with a shopping cart. They filled it with a mixture of chocolates, gummies, lollipops, and other sweets she thought the kids would love and a few others for them to keep.

"You two are going to be the most popular house on Halloween night!" The cashier smiled at them as she scanned everything they were buying, making Y/N and Dalton blush.

Back at their home they were finishing up with their decorations. It was pretty much done and it was already looking great, including the old mask they got a few weeks ago, but Y/N found a big skeleton that would be perfect to hold their sweets. They had everything ready, including their matching costumes for the Halloween party which was a good thing since the days seemed to fly by, and before they knew it, Halloween had arrived.

The plan was to meet Chris back on campus at 8:00 PM, giving them enough time to hand out sweets to at least a few kids before they had to leave. They were getting ready in advance, Y/N had told Dalton how much she loved it when someone in a costume opened the door for them, even though she doubted the kids would know who Ghostface and Casey Baker were.

As the sun began to set, children in all sorts of costumes began to trickle into their neighbourhood and soon enough the first group of kids were ringing on their door bell.

“Quick, should I keep the mask on or off?” Dalton asked, holding the mask next to his face.

“Definitely on, otherwise they’ll think a black long robe is your costume” He nodded and put it on, following Y/N as she made her way to the front door.

“Trick or tick” Four kids said at the same time as soon as they opened the door, their eyes lighting up with excitement as they noticed Dalton’s costume.

“What do we have here?” Y/N said, taking a handful of sweets and dumping them into their tiny baskets “A fairy, a princess, a witch and a ghost!” “Are you a ghost too?” The little ghost asked Dalton. “Yes, but a cold one, that’s why I’m wearing a robe” He replied, making the kids laugh.

“What do we say?” A woman behind them talked.

“Thank you” They said in unisound, waving them goodbye and leaving their front door.

After that more and more kids started showing up at their door, and Y/N couldn’t be happier. They chatted with the parents, admired the creativity of the costumes, and shared stories of their own Halloween experiences.

Sadly the time for them to leave came, so they placed the remaining sweets in a big decorated bowl outside their door, next to the skeleton.

“Thank you for doing this with me” Y/N said as Dalton locked their door and took her hand.

“It was my pleasure” He brought her hand up to his lips and placed a soft kiss “I think this is the best Halloween I’ve ever had, and that’s thanks to you, darling”

Y/N blushed at the pet name, she was used to them by now but it always made her feel some type of way “I wanted you to have good Halloween, and hopefully next year will be better”

"Well I can't wait to do it all over again with you"

#dalton lambert #dalton lambert x reader #dalton lambert imagine #dalton lambert fic #dalton lambert x you #dalton lambert imagines #dalton lambert fanfic #dalton lambert fluff #insidious #insidious 5 #insidious the red door #ty simpkins

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acidh2otoby · 1 year

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My Favor To You

Albert Wesker x Male!Reader

Warnings: Language, major injury, angst

Won 1st place from this post.

The mansion incident. You don't remember what happened exactly since you weren't fully there. Your body was there, but you weren't conscious. Wesker had joined you in scouting out the area for exits and supplies when you were attacked by a hunter. It ripped open your stomach and you lost too much blood to remain conscious.

Wesker's plan did involve you dying as well, but he had accidentally grown a fondness for you after you became his right hand man. He was going to leave you to bleed out and die for the other S.T.A.R.S. to find you, but the thought of that somehow hurt him.

He took you to a safe space and patched you up enough so no more blood could spill out. You'd survive the event but you'd be unconscious for most likely a long time. Wesker talked Barry into making him take you to the exit Wesker had planned out so then when Wesker was done, he could just worry about getting the both of you out.

It worked. You were in a coma for almost an entire year until you woke up. Wesker wasn't sure why since after just a few days, you were healthy again. Wesker was now hatching his dominating the world plan and wanted you to help him, even if he had to brainwash you into doing it.

He was sitting beside your make-shift hospital bed in a chair, anxiously waiting for you to open your eyes, move your hand, something, anything. He took his glasses off and definitely left his normal mannerisms behind him at the door.

Wesker didn't know why he cared about you so much and why he felt weird whenever you two would accidentally bump into each other or if you were handing him a file and his hand accidentally touched yours, it felt like his heart would stop but he didn't know why. All he knew right now was that he missed the thrill of it, he missed you.

His attention was drawn back to you when he heard you take a deep breath and sigh, causing the heart rate monitor to quicken a little. You began opening your eyes but stopped and tried to cover the light above you since it was too bright. Wesker immediately got up and turned off the light, leaving the dim light from outside the only thing keeping the room from darkness.

You heard the sudden move but couldn't make out anything until the light was off and you rubbed your eyes. "Wesker...?" You muttered, squinting your eyes a bit.

Wesker immediately returned to your side, gently taking your hand. "I'm here." Wesker said softly, caressing your hand with his thumb.

You thought the sudden affection was a little weird and out of character for Wesker but couldn't deny that you kinda liked it. Whatever happened to you must've really made him worry for you if he was acting like this.

"What happened? Where are we?" You asked, not finding your surroundings familiar.

"You're safe. You were attacked by a hunter and it almost killed you. I didn't think you'd make it." Wesker said, his voice became a little shaky at the end.

"Wesker, are you okay? You're acting... strange." You muttered, not knowing what to say.

"Am I scaring you? I'm sorry, I'll go." Wesker said quickly, letting go of your hand and standing up.

"No!" You yelled, pain washed over your senses from not using your voice for a long time. "Please stay. I don't wanna be alone." You muttered, your voice was now a little hoarse.

Wesker nodded before sitting back down in the chair next to you. "What do you remember of the incident?" Wesker asked after a few seconds of silence.

"Finding the helicopter, getting into the mansion, us investigating, and then getting attacked by the hunter." You said, sighing a little. "What happened in the end?"

"Chris, Jill, Barry, everyone died except for us. There was an abandoned lab under the mansion and it had a heli-port on top of it. There was an empty helicopter on the roof and so I used it to get us out of there." Wesker lied, knowing that would be the only way to convince you to stay with him.

You sighed, not knowing what to say. Everyone you knew and became friends with were dead. You felt sad but a part of you knew that joining S.T.A.R.S. might take away people you'd grow close with.

"How long have I been out?" You finally asked, wanting to know everything you could.

"A year." Wesker replied truthfully, gently taking your hand in his again.

You sighed again, not believing it. "So what's the big plan now?" You finally asked, not really knowing what to do with yourself.

"You getting rest and fully healing. I know it'll probably take some time but don't rush yourself, I think I need you now more than ever." Wesker said, his voice soft at the end.

You couldn't help the rising blush on your face at Wesker's words. You've never been told anything like that and it felt like more than a compliment from Wesker.

Wesker chuckled a little, something he rarely does. "Must've said something to make you so red." Wesker said, a smile on his face.

If you didn't have a small thing for Wesker before, you certainly did now. "And where has this side of you been?" You asked, cupping Wesker's face with your hand.

Wesker leaned into your hand, gently holding your hand on his cheek with his hand. "I've been saving it for someone who deserves it." Wesker said, making your heart skip a beat.

You both didn't say anything else but knew how you felt about the other. Wesker moved your hand and kissed your knuckles before letting it rest on your bed. He leaned over you and kissed the top of your head before helping you get more comfortable again.

"Get some rest, (Y/N)." Wesker muttered, smiling to you again.

With that, he left the room to let you rest, you did as he asked. You weren't sure what was going to happen next but you honestly didn't care a whole lot as long as you had someone that cared about you to the ends of the earth, and that someone is Albert Wesker.

#gay #resident evil #male reader #albert wesker

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mildly-inconvenienced-bat · 9 months

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ATEEZ THE FELLOWSHIP: BREAK THE WALL IN LATAM - BRAZIL EDITION

Now that I have your attention, let me just tell you how utterly INSANE that concert was.

For a little more background, this Saturday (Aug. 26) Ateez came to Brazil for the first time and held their 1st stadium concert at Allianz Parque in São Paulo. According to a few articles, there were around 30k people, even though they weren't using the full capacity of the space (around 45k I guess). So far, this is the biggest public they have performed in front of. Also, the only other kpop group to perform there was BTS, so there's that.

I know some countries work differently, but in Brazil we don't have numbered chairs/spots in most of our concerts, so the first ones to get inside on the day of the concert are the ones with the best spot to watch it. That being said, there were people camping around the stadium 3 MONTHS before the concert even happened, just after the tickets were sold. Yes, we hate that kind of people.

But funny enough, when a VIP package was announced, 10 days before d-day (yeah, that's right, a soundcheck-early-entrace package announced only 10 days before the concert - and we hated that also), that meant that unless those people bought the VIP expansion, their camping would have been useless. Fun fact about the VIP expansion/upgrade: it ranged from 1,8k reais (+-370 USD) to 3k reais (+-615 USD) depending if you already had Pit (kinda front rows?) tickets or would need to upgrade - and our minimum wage is 1,7k/month (+-350 USD/month).

Now that I've covered that, let's move on to my personal experience, because that's what I really want to talk about (and no other social platform would really listen, so thank you tumblr for allowing me to talk to myself comfortably).

I live kinda near São Paulo, but the bus I had to take would only do the longer route, so that meant waking up early. Like, 1am early, to have breakfast, get dressed up and styled for the concert, and get to the bus station. I went with my sister and my best friend, we did our best to stick to our schedule, and we almost missed our bus - shout out to the other bus driver who took pity of us and helped us get to the right bus, you're the best and I hope that both sides of your pillow are aways cold.

We arrived in São Paulo at 6am, and took the subway to the stadium's district. We also had to walk 1,5km to get there, as most streets around it were closed and no uber would take us. So picture me, in 12cm platform boots, walking 1,5km. It was an experience, to say the least.

When we finally got to our sector's line, it was around 7:30 in the morning, and there we stayed until 4pm. Yep, almost 9 hours in line, with barely enough space to sit down for a few minutes before the line would move forward for no apparent reason. But, I also met new cool people, and got a few free pc and pins to keep as souvenirs!

I know it must sound like I'm complaining about the whole experience but I promise I'm not. Actually, it was my fist kpop concert, and also my first time on a floor spot, and everything felt so crazy and intense, I don't even know what I was expecting from it all.

We got inside at 4-something pm, and that was the first bathroom break we took since we left the subway (and about that, never doing that again). We managed a place not that far from the b-stage, fixed our things and ourselves, and waited.

If you ever watched an Ateez concert livestream, you know that sometimes they run a bit late, perfectly normal. But let me tell you it didn't take more than 10 minutes for them to start, and I'm pretty sure that if we were excited and nervous, they were 10 times more.

Unfortunately Jongho wasn't there, he's in Korea and will have to fix his ankle with surgery. We did our best to sing his lines even more energetically so that the boys would see that we understand the situation, and that we love Jongho just as much. 8 makes 1 team, after all.

There's not much to say about the concert, I guess everybody knows the setlist and the interactions they usually do with the crowd. But my honorable mentions go to:

The boys introducing themselves in Portuguese! Also them speaking Portuguese randomly during the concert~ it really felt special seeing them doing it

Their reactions to our cheerings! We are known for our passion, and honestly we are very much proud of being loud - they looked so happy whenever we'd match their energy

On the topic of cheering - the "break the wall" chant. Or even better, THE "break the wall" chant. Not to be cocky, but I challenge any other country to surpass us

Wonderland. I mean, do I even have to elaborate? We did our best to sing Jongho's highnote, it wasn't perfect but it was full of love

Last but not least, us making them blush HARD. we have this chant that goes "Lindo, tesão, bonito e gostosão", and you can translate it if you want, but roughly it means we called them beautiful and hot <3

I don't think I'll be posting my videos in here, but if you wanna fell the Brazilian vibe, you can check out my Instagram highlight "ATEEZ IN BRAZIL" on @/itsme_clarinha, or my Twitter (X?) under the same name where I'll post a thread with the full videos I didn't manage on Instagram ✨️

So that's it! I probably forgot a bunch of stuff, but what I remembered was what I wanted to mention the most;; and if you got this far, here's the video of the best brazilian fanchant ever lol

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bluesicle · 4 months

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I love Kingdom Hearts.

The first game specifically slams down all of the keys on the piano of nostalgia in my heart.

Every time I hear Traverse Town, I get a soft comfort in my brain that reminds me of the times before my whole life went downhill, and I want to keep it that way.

I first was introduced to Kingdom Hearts by my uncle who owned a PS2. Beforehand, I already had knowledge of Final Fantasy games such as X.

This was all back in first grade, so my mind is a little foggy. I saw my uncle playing a game that wasn't one I've seen him play on his PS2. Of course, I asked him what it was. When he responded by saying it was a mix of Final Fantasy and Disney, I was obviously interested. You know, since I was super young, it's probably safe to assume that I liked Disney movies.

He started playing it, the whole intro sequence played with the remix of Simple and Clean, and I fell in love.

I would watch him play, and my dad would point out the Final Fantasy characters. All the ones I knew, and the ones that I didn't.

Of course I wanted to play, but I never got that far. I sucked at the combat, and I still kinda do to this day. So for the most part, I would wait until my uncle was willing to play that day.

I watched him complete the game. I loved it!

I have vague memories of drawing the heartless on the backs of my papers during class.

But after a bit, I dropped it. I have forgotten about the game that I had loved so much.

Fast forward to 3rd grade, and I hit a very rough patch in my life that I can't let go of to this day.

Of course, I developed more of an attachment to drawing, like I did back in 1st grade. But I used it more of a way to be happy and escape such terrible things in my life. Drawing made me happy, like it did in my past.

Over multiple rocky years, my art was developing, and I was proud of myself. But I still didn't have much contact with Kingdom Hearts. I didn't care about it, because there were so many other things that I liked. Those things inspired me to draw. I didn't need to remember Kingdom Hearts.

I didn't realize until I re-discovered Kingdom Hearts sometime in summer of last year that Kingdom Hearts had more than just the one game. It is a whole, amazing, kinda confusing, franchise.

And now, I have more knowledge on the series.

My art skills have improved.

I hope I keep a hold of these games for even longer than I had before.

They have a special place in my heart.

First grade me would be so happy for me as of now.

And really, that's all I want to do. Keep my inner child happy. Remind myself of the good times.

I'm glad I re-discovered this series. And I'm hoping you can keep your inner child happy, just like I can.

(Blake if you see this post, do NOT point out the possible mistakes in it. You know my memory is full of holes.)

#I'm sorry I'm being so sappy lol #I really need to sleep right now so I'm feeling kind of emotional #Kh #kh1 #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts 1 #sora #riku #kairi

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tamarackbaumann · 1 year

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Descriptions Below Cut! (I FUCKED UP)

Willow:

STEP 1: To Willow, being new wasn't new: he built his identity upon miscellaneous traits he collected while moving from neighborhood to neighborhood, city to city, state to state, and country to country.

Fitting in isn't hard; it's Willow's specialty, but knowing they're coming to Golden Grove to stay brings about other anxieties.

Now have a bunch of random stuff abt them :D

they're tall

he's very chill

their favourite colours are gold and cranberry

they have a stuffed elephant

he usually doesn't care about most stuff happening, but likes to go along with whatever his friends want to do

they're kinda blunt

he dotes on people a lot, even if he doesn't know them very well, but each time someone mentions it he changes the subject

he loves nature

they find school really easy as a kid but start struggling with it more as they grow up

As a kid he tries to appear likeable when he meets new people, but the more he gets used to staying in one place, the less he tries

they don't remember where the scar on their face comes from

he mostly wears gold and black clothes

they prefer not to talk when they don't need to

they like to be referred to as Misc. Willow Amir because miscellaneous is their favourite word

he gets shy when you mention his eyes

despite his cold and direct demanor, he loves playing pranks on people

they like collecting little sentimental treasures that remind them of specific memories (ex: the paper airplane)

he's very close to his ma -they like learning little things about people (not basic stuff like favourite colours, they don't care abt that)

he has a soft voice

they're ambidextrous

they only wear one earring because they lost the other one and think it's cool that it's out there somewhere and it makes them feel connected to the rest of the world

he doesn't have a nickname in step 1 but will get one later on

his birthday is december 1st

he's a little clumsy

they don't mind giving things up if someone else wants them

Logan:

blunt and intimidating but really he's just a real softie, especially to his neighbors who he often indirectly looks out for (so "doting" for both). has a hobby for people watching and surprisingly likes any type of group activities because he thinks it's more "productive" than just being by himself (he just learned what that word means)

bonus fact: was short in step 1, about tamarack's height, but goes through a growth spurt by the time step 2 comes along where hes taller than both tamarack and qiu

#our life now and forever #our life now & forever #ol:nf #our life: now & forever #ol2 mc fights #ol2

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ivanzplaid · 2 years

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Heyo Ivannn!! 1) love ur stuff, 2) can I request smth with the grabber x male reader? (It’s hard to find things for male readers) Like basically the reader is like a total crybaby like just cannot stop crying? And the grabber just like ‘ uh wtf do I do🧍‍♂️’ and just kinda sits w him to like calm him down?? Just rlly gentle semi fluff?? Ty if you can!! Stay hydrated! <33

hello!! 1st, thank you! it means the world to hear you guys's thoughts about my writing, and 2nd, of course! I love writing x male reader fics :) sensitive readers w a man who doesn't know how to regulate emotions but tries his best with humor is a lovely thing that i wouldnt mind writing for!!

the creative requests r always the coolest to write for, so ty!!!

Warnings: Mess of a reader, Kidnapped reader, The Grabber, Language, Mentioned violence

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You'd known that on your walk home, something was abnormal, something in the air, or your surroundings felt unsafe, so when you found yourself in a stingy basement, your senses all gone, except for the blistering pain that sprouted in your nose, you panicked. The undisclosed place you ended up in was bare, lacking any stimulation or energy, the absence of everything emphasized your injury, which as you felt, was under your eye, leaning into your nose. The migraine inducing pain made you wince every waking moment. All of this only added on to your already cracking surface, you were never good at dealing with high pressure situations, and today it felt like the universe was unloading onto you

Your eyes darted around the room more, taking in more of your current situation, and not soon after, your eyes landed on him. He sat quietly, looking over something in his leg, eyes narrowing down with a feeling of loathing seeped out from him.

"You really did a fucking number, you see this? I didn't expect such guy to put up such a useless fight."

You immediately widened your eyes, his voice was laced with anger, he didn't even look at you when he spoke. The silence of the room revealed your breathing, you were getting yourself worked up and you felt your senses going numb again, the pressure between your eyes became more apparent. You watched him closely, and soon enough he pulled up his pant leg, displaying a fresh cut, the dark cardinal color glistening in the restricted light. He eyed you, then the wound.

You knew it was coming soon, your eyes felt heavy, not as if you needed to sleep, but as if you felt the tears forming. Your nose caught on fast, growing hotter, then finally giving in as well. You didn't have the chance to say a word before crying, you felt like you were bouncing off the walls internally, heart rapidly beating, making incoherent sayings. He had dealt with a deal of responses before from his past victims, so crying was nothing new.

"You'd better pray it doesn't get worse."

He wanted a bigger reaction, maybe for a terrified look or the suffering in silence, but it was if the words hadn't registered through you, since the pace you sobbed at was consistent, you were truly focused on what you were processing, and for once, it wasn't centered on him in the moment. He watched you through the devilish mask, your head down between your knees, cradling yourself since no one else was here to support you. While yes, he had dealt with a diverse range of reactions from bring kidnapped, this was his first time coming across, such a violent cryer?

It was almost uncomfortable for him. He wanted you to pay attention to him, beg him for information or to show any other emotion along with your sadness, but you unknowingly stood your ground. After minutes of relentless sobbing, with no sign of stopping in the future, he decided to push himself to do something about the sobbing.

"Its- It's alright, I promise I didn't take it to heart.."

He moved up next to you, stroking your shoulder, trying to put on the caring voice, heedful of his word choices. If he couldn't get you to stop crying over being here, he would make an effort to let you know he didn't mean anymore harm in ways he found sufficient.

"Hey, now we're even, alright? A lovely first impression from both of us! Huh?"

His giggled at the end, finding humor even in the most sinister situations. His hands stayed gently on your shoulders, letting you cry it out, he knew the only way to make you stop crying was to let you do it on your own, you couldn't force recovery. But upon feeling you lift your head up, he tensed, he was always cautious. You glanced to the side to eye him, your vision blurred from the tears that you couldn't control. He matched you and eyed you back, tilting his mask in a playful manner before giving you a slight wave. Even in the most terrifying places, you managed to give him a soft smile, your cheeks now glistened from your tears that were still coming down like they were your last.

As you began to steady your breathing more, he played with the strands of your hair, commenting on how well kept it is, saying when he was younger, even into his late twenties, his hair never cooperated with him. He wanted to make you feel more normal in the most heinous situation he put you in.

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iii loved writing this one, the prompt was cute and it judt felt easier writing it in general, but all i listened to while writing it was eminem so if thats evident, im sorry💔 but iverall i had a good time doing this one, i feel happy w it!!

soo thank you for the requests, always making me feel excited to continue writing & its awesome to see feedback and talk w yall!! 🫶

#the grabber x reader #the grabber #black phone #the grabber x you #ethan hawke #i need him #queer #gay #the black phone 2022

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francoisl-artblog · 12 days

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What do you think of the new ‘I Hate Fairyland’ run as compared to the old, out of curiosity? And your own ideas on what would have happened versus what ended up happening?

Well !

It's kind of... all over the place. I really liked the initial idea of Gert having to go back, only to ends up in a different yet similar place, with a new group of friends (Virgil and Rotwald). And, so far, it was entertaining for the 1st arc.

And after that arc... let's simply said I'm not fond of the direction. We got good things, and things that are less good, sometimes in the same issue. (like, Duncan return for a minute, it's good, but he's already gone... too much anti-climax too, even compared to the original run, and don't start me on the two Gertrude situation...)

And it's a bit sad, because, for the most part, I want to like this sequel, but it really has many flaws...

That said, I'm one of the guy that literally made Fan Fiction of this comic, so, yeah, maybe i had too much expectation. IHF, as its core, is mainly just meta joke and nice art-style with funny characters and gory situation (Issue 13, for instance, is one of my favorite of all IHF). Story wasn't the important part.

The only thing I would change for real, (spoiler)...

...is not replacing Adult Gert with Classic/Past/Kid Gert for "fan-service". Since it's not the Gert that start the 1st arc of this sequel and the one from the original run, I kinda got less involved, it automatically erased character developement, and makes the reunion with other characters less interesting. (Just makes her a kid again directly for magic reason or something if it's really a design matter at the very least...)

That, and maybe more... focusing on the new characters ? What even happened to King Cloudeus, Rotwald or that rich human guy from the 1st arc ? Judd is canonically introduced for instance, and left the comic already... I want more of these concept !

The story is still going on, sure, so I cannot have a full strong opinion yet, but I'm afraid at least half of the question will remain unsolved...

Short answer : I kinda prefer the original one. It's messy, but more focused on one arc at the time and it has a better pacing.

That said, the art-style is still awesome, and when the jokes are fun, it's super fun. And nitpicking aside, I'm actually really eager to see what comes next from that comic.

...Okay, we got robbed of that Gert & Duncan reunion. That sucks a bit.

#I Hate Fairyland #Ask #Not Art

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lesmond-sycamore · 1 year

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was thinking about @multiversal-madness's post and decided to doodle one of my "what if Layton didn't become an archeology professor" occupations (if you could even use that word for this)

I'm gonna transcribe my terrible handwriting and add a little more onto it so you can comprehend what's going on

after Claire's death, realizes that there's nothing left for him in London (essentially saying that since he hadn't actually started working as a professor yet, there wasn't really anyone/thing (except MAYBE Dr. Schrader but that's a stretch) keeping him tied to London)

decides to travel the world and never stays in one spot for long (just long enough to do whatever he needs to in the area and then leaves as soon as it's done)

still solves puzzles and still interested in archeology, but doesn't put his name to any of the discoveries (either lets someone else in the area claim it or just sends an anonymous tip to Dr. Schrader)

refuses to get close to other people, as he believes his presence is what caused the losses in his life in the 1st place (pretty self-explanatory for this one, but as the 2nd image suggests, he is very touch starved)

2nd image is just the ending bit of Curious Village, albeit very different bc of the fact that Layton would most likely end up in St. Mystere a lot earlier than in canon and Flora might be a little more attached to him because of it

also some bonus stuff just thinking abt the concept (ignore how this straight-up defies canon bc I just want to do this for fun w/o actually making it an au)

Layton doesn't really talk, as talking leads to learning about others, so he only says a couple sentences every once in a while

Layton adopts Flora to be more of an apprentice, as she kinda refuses to leave his side after rescuing her

Layton eventually does get to Misthallery, but it's very damaged and mostly abandoned by that point bc of Descole so that's a thing.

he does meet Luke again, but Luke is even MORE standoff-ish than he already is in Last Specter. however, he does think Layton is very cool and mysterious bc of his lack of explanations when he's figuring stuff out

I can't decide on whether or not I want him to figure out randall's alive at any point bc it would probably heavily influence his decision to not get close to anybody and I don't want to think too hard about something like this that's just for fun. if I had to choose, though, I would be more likely to say Layton discovers he's alive AFTER Monte D'or was already flooded with sand bc of the angst (tm)

#professor layton #my art #my doodles #just a neet little concept ig

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zooterscooter · 8 months

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thank you for asking @expensive-muscle i will be doing that for sure

i had this sitting in my drafts for a while so here we go hehe. it'll be quite a bit so i do apologize in advance

original post with the tags

the guy with the mask will be first :) his name is mars (legally his name is micah, but he doesn't go by it anymore, not a deadname or anything he just doesn't like it. not terribly important but yknow) he's part of a group of four... outlaws... i guess ? the group consists of him, his sister, the other girl in the drawing (who's also the one in the fifth drawing) and one other guy (when you look a bit closer on the 8th drawing, he's the one in the speech bubble they're talking about. their names are cecil, finch and karman, in order of being mentioned

he was unfortunately caught in a warehouse fire a few years back (story wise) and was pretty badly scarred bc of it. he wears the mask so he doesn't have to walk around with his scarred face and blind eye showing. he really only wears it out in public and around strangers because it is quite uncomfortable

i'm still working on a group name for the four of them, and nothings really sticking. but since we're on the topic of them i'll talk about finch a bit :)

she's a hitman, late 20s. she's been employed by a bunch of higher power people in the city where she lives, so she's kinda sorta untouchable by law. she's been taken in a few times but is always bailed out by someone somehow. money can buy anything i suppose

the other two mentioned, karman and cecil, are kind of a team... as someone who has no clue how sports betting works (yet) i don't really know how to explain, but cecil is like... this worlds equivalent of a nascar driver kinda ? kinda not really. anyways. betting is legal in this city, but for karman and cecil it's like an inside job, if that makes any sense at all. i haven't thought about this group as a whole much if i'm being honest, but it'll come in time i hope

moving on !!

onto the "mf in the beanie" :3 her name is lilith and she's a screenwriter. her dad kinda sorta skipped town when she was younger, but she is super close with her mom, and they're so awesome. her mom gets a bit sick at one point, spending a lot of time at various hospitals, but she ultimately turns out fine

lilith wanted to peruse comedy as a career at one point, but she didn't really get as into it as she thought she would, so she just sticks to the behind the scenes by writing :)

the "homosexual friendship" is about her now girlfriend, who was an alchemist at one point a few years ago but i've changed her career a bit and don't know the exact word to describe it 😭 her name is ophelia, very smart, very pretty, younger sister.

i'm going to be honest with you, dear readers. lilith was a danganronpa self insert at one point. she comes from a simpler time. her and her girlfriend, tho said gf wasn't a self insert, just a dangan oc. not anymore tho....

the more i rack my brain for info the more i realize i just. don't have the descriptors for anything that they do. questions welcome and encouraged

now onto the rest of the people in the drawings, i'll attempt keep them short and simple hehe

1st drawing- ophelia/her sisters moms, vada medea (left) and sage (right) both are biological. i took inspo from how the "making babies from bone marrow" stuff that's kinda sorta happening in the science scene. the timeline for all this takes place about a hundred years from now, so i think they'd be figuring out how to do it with little complication. i am not a scientist myself, so i have plenty research to do to get the specifics down

2nd drawing- ophelia's sister, rue, and some 180 year old freak scientist. the freak is the one in the sewer. he had a grand time fucking up a bunch of people and giving them what appear to be lizard scales, and then was told to get the hell out of the city lest he causes more chaos. unfortunately the scales get passed down, but they really have no impact on the lives of the people who have them. rue is nurse who lowkey gets corrupted by the freak (his name is emrys) after her girlfriend passes from a long battle with various medical complications. she takes her grief to the wrong person and starts to lose her mind.

3rd drawing- their names are kaleo (left) and Non (right) not quite sure what their deal is exactly if i'm being honest. kaleo is a boxer, and Non just... exists really. he's alive to be pals with kaleo so far 😭 he's one of the people who had the scales passed down to him, which is silly and fun. kaleo is related to the person in the 6th drawing, which i will get to

4th drawing- zephyr (left) and kairos (right). detective and cop due respectively. sometimes they're tasked with keeping up with finch and her little gang of criminals but they can't really do much.

5th drawing- that's finch. love her

6th drawing- her name is desdemona and she's a spirit freak. she's been alive for hundreds of years or maybe she was just willed into being alive yesterday. she's got a bunch of weird spiritual abilities, like time travel (sounds cheesy) and communicating with the dead. she also eats people sometimes but that's a minor thing don't worry about it. she's the "wrong person" rue went to after her girlfriend died... oopsie. kaleos relative somehow also. the body on the floor is her ""human disguise"" because she can't really walk around town with a skull on her head. said skull isn't hers btw

7th drawing- holt (welding the sandwich) and caspien (watching him weld) they're just a little duo of gays tbh. it would take a while for me to explain it all so lmk if anyone wants to hear about it. holt is a mechanic, early 20s, and caspien is legally dead but he's fine. has wicked nightmares a lot but other than that he's fine. caspien and zephyr are brothers.

8th drawing- finch and mars :)

9th drawing- lilith (explained above) and her pal alaric. alaric is the guy that knows everyone and everything about the city they're in. somehow related to emrys (sewer freak) but neither of them are exactly sure how. emrys shouldn't even be alive but here he is, corrupting the youth

10th drawing- eve and varden :) (varden is @yaffles-world 's oc, shoutout to you) eve is sage's sister, making him ophelia and rues uncle. one of the only guys in the family which is lowkey funny bc he's a trans guy. someone had to attempt to balance the scales i guess. varden is his secret partner he hid from everyone for like 15 years because he was scared of being made fun of for some reason. i dunno. he's my main projection oc and even i don't get it. his full legal first name is evening btw. he's named this because i was like "hey wouldn't this be funny ?" and then it stuck. eve is an astrophysicist (which is why his name is funny to me) and varden is a mechanic :) lots of mechanics in the city

and with that im gonna cut it off or else i'd just keep yapping on in a single post about everything. thanks for taking the time to read this all if you did, please PLEASE ask questions i obviously love talking. asks are encouraged

#god who the fuck let me talk about these clowns bro this ain't even half of them #or half of their stories tbh.#there are a tonnnn of things i need to keep looking into if it wasn't obvious LMAO #anyways. shutting up now 🫶#lee oc posting

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