Atma234
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There's someone outside the spacecraft. You don't remember them being part of the crew.
Or: the scifi horror au
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Bookmarked by Atma234
15 Feb 2025
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No tengo palabras, ni se que expresión poner. Me gusto leer el fic la primera vez cuando no se había terminado de escribir y todavía falta un capitulo para concluir. Es raro pero la autora te sabe prender a sus historias.
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“I believe I asked you to call me Kyle, once,” he says, giving you an amused smile.
You don’t frown but it’s a close thing. “I don’t think that would be - appropriate,” you manage. The same response you had given him back then as well, you think.
He frowns instead, and you feel guilt curdle like lukewarm tea in your belly. You shuffle, taking note of how he leans back. You want him back in your space, want the heat of his attention.
“I’m sorry,” you add, desperate for him to not look sad again. You think about his face, searching in the dark of your stairway. It’s impossible to reconcile that he had proposed to spend his life with you. And you cannot even extend the kindness of his name towards him. “Kyle,” you add, before you can stop yourself.
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or: the world ends, and it's only you and the man you barely know who wants to marry you. VICTORIAN, ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE!AU
Bookmarked by Atma234
11 May 2026
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Wow, con eso digo todo.
Él tomó la oportunidad que el destino le ofreció y yo digo bofiti bofiti bofitiiii -
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“You asking if I have a cock, sweetheart?” John asks, steps closer. Slippery hands clench around glass. He looks like he’s scented blood, like he wants to dart forward and finally catch you in this elaborate game that you’ve been playing that only he knows the rules to.
“Why would you? What purpose would that have?” you return, frowning at him. Disapproving, a familiar role for you, even if it is relatively passive compared to how you feel now. You feel the absurd urge to hiss at him, poison in your mouth. Feel how it burns your gums.
“Most likely a function for bored housewives,” he drawls, dark eyes intent on you.
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or: Your husband gets an android to look after you while he's away. Things spiral from there. Android!AU
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The first thing he says to you is:
if you were mine, you'd be tucked in bed already instead of drinking alone in a goddamn bar—
Despite it being the most ostentatious thing anyone has ever said to you, it's full of mockery, too—an infantilising barb drenched in ownership, possession. As if you're a trinket to be kept; a child in need of supervision. A firmer hand, perhaps.
(and those gruff words cause two problems for you: the first is that you're not sure if he means it in a parental way—an innocuous sentiment from an overbearing, but well-intentioned, father angry on your behalf—or a bald, albeit gruff, pickup line from a man with stress lines older than you.
the second is that you're not entirely sure which one you want it to be more.)
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Bad idea.
Terrible idea.
Disgraceful idea.
Couldn't have made a worse possible decision in your life.
Perhaps, if you had committed this grave mistake while you were drunk, it would be easier to forgive yourself. To claim that it was a spur of the moment act, the fruits of a drunken stupor, fueled by hormones and alcohol and all the thoughts that rear their ugly heads as soon as inhibitions start caving to the claws of impulse. You could claim that you did not mean it, did not want this, that it was all one big accident, the consequences of which you now have to live with.
But that's not quite what happened back there, was it?
Series
- Part 9 of Eldritch_Spouse's OCs
Bookmarked by Atma234
02 Jul 2025
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Asi es como se escribe LAS RECALCADAS CONCHAS DE SU MADREEEEE 9/10 Necesito mas de esto