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fairyvtale · 9 months

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I’ve been obsessed w the movie since seeing it! Could you write something for ryan gosling Ken! where reader (a Barbie lol) compliments him on something and he then start’s following her around like a puppy and she invites him over for a sleepover (Barbie’s never miss girls night but she’ll miss it for him) just fluff maybe some cuddles with Ken having his hair played w and some kisses I just need to give him some love thank you <3

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ you are Kenough

ryan gosling! ken x f! reader

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IT was a pretty normal day in the barbieland. you were chilling at the beach with your best friend, — allan. it isn’t surprising that you spend almost every second with him; you didn’t expect that it was going to change anytime soon. right now, you and allan were "drinking" your colorful drinks with paper umbrellas as decorations. it was a beautiful day (to be honest, every day in barbieland was just perfect).

“hi barbie!” you heard ken calling your name as you just smiled at him and waved.

“hi ken!” you have always liked Ken; he was hilarious, and sometimes he could be really sweet. “i really like your outfit today, ken, it suits you.” you smiled nicely, being honest with him.

“thank you, barbie, you also look pretty” he said, and you only smiled shyly at his compliment. allan sent you a surprised look because he didn’t know that you would like Ken. maybe it was fear that he would lose you (of course it wasn’t true). but at the same time, you knew that he was supporting.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

barbie doesn’t knew that it was only the beginning.

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AFTER this situation, Ken started to be your shadow; he was in every place you were. he always wanted to make you happy with compliments and sweet gestures. other barbies also found it sweet because he was just the perfect ken for you.

today was girls night at the stereotypical barbie’s dream house. you loved them, and you always have the best time with all barbies. but today you wanted to spend time alone with ken, you loved sleepovers with allan, so why don't you do it with ken instead? you find Ken standing on the beach doing nothing, so you come to him and poke his arm to get his attention.

“hi barbie! how are you?” he asked as you smiled at him.

“i’m doing fine, thank you. i was wondering if you want to have a sleepover with me today?” you asked him, wishing that he would say ‘yes’.

“as a girlfriend and boyfriend?” he crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. you nodded excitedly, and he instantly agreed.

“what will we do as a boyfriend and girlfriend?” ken asked you as you two walked to your house.

“we can hold hands, we can kiss our cheeks, and we can cuddle,” you answered as he smiled at you sweetly, grabbed your hand, and kissed your cheek as you smiled flatter.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

YOU two were at your house, sitting on your bed under the pink fluffy blanket. you knew that you skipped the girls' night, but you were happy to lay and cuddle with ken, and girls night was every night, so you could spend this one time doing something else.

you closed your eyes and placed your head on ken’s torso.

“i love to be your girlfriend, ken” you admitted with a shy smile.

“and i love to be your boyfriend, barbie” he said happily.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

it was so nice to write it, cause it’s just a fluff and ryan as a ken was incredible!

i hope you liked it!

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bussyslayer333 · 2 years

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Fell in Luv

summary: Bradley letting you pick the Halloween costumes this year ends up being the best decision he’s ever made.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x girlfriend!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: allusions to smut, mentions of alcohol, and bradley being a horndog but same tbh

this is my lil contribution to halloween fics so pls enjoy lollll

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Bradley Bradshaw was many things; a naval aviator, a boyfriend, a son, a romantic (if he could say so himself) but mostly he was a comic. Bradley took pride in making people laugh. You knew that whenever you stepped into a room he’d be in the centre of it, causing some type of chaos to keep everyone entertained. It was one of the things you loved most about him. It was also why you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at his suggestion this morning.

“We are not wearing a couples costume to the Hard Deck tonight,”

“Baby, pleeeeeeeeeeeeease.” He whined in a way that reminded you so dearly of a child on the verge of a tantrum. You raised your eyebrows at his tone and he checked himself. Clearing his throat he started again.

“Jake and his girlfriend are dressing up! So are Bob and his girlfriend! I seriously think Penny and Mav have something sorted! Not to mention all the couples we don’t know who will be matching…”

Bradley’s puppy dog eyes stared up at you from where he was sat behind the island in your kitchen.

“God don’t look at me like that you make me feel bad.” You spoke as you walked around the kitchen to sit next to him. He squeezed your ass as you walked by and you gave him and a pointed look. “You’re not helping yourself here.”

He pouted and spoke again, “what if I let you choose the costume?” You perked up at his suggestion and he carried on, “sweetheart I’m giving you a great deal here.” You thought on his offer. Bradley had to be at work all day today whilst you had the day off, it would give you the chance to figure out what to wear and not leave it to Bradley’s often misguided hands.

You loved Bradley with all of your heart, but your apprehension to a couples costume came with reason. Last Halloween you had allowed him to pick the costumes without backlash and had ended up having to walk around the Hard Deck as dressed Mario and Luigi. You were so utterly confused as you why you had to be Luigi. Had they ran out of Princess Peach costumes? You had questioned Bradley as soon as he showed you the matching overalls and his answer was infuriatingly simple.

“Ohhhhhhhhh i forgot about her!” He laughed. Doubled over once he saw you sporting a matching moustache to his. If you were going to dress up you were going to commit to the costume.

Done with your cringeworthy reminiscing you hummed and finally smiled, “Ugh, fine.”

Bradley pressed a sloppy kiss to your cheek and hopped down from the stool he was sat on.

“Thanks, baby!”

He rushed to leave in fear that if he stayed longer you would change your mind. He shouted from the door as you started to clear breakfast from the table.

“I’ll see you tonight darling!” He was laying it on thick.

You giggled, “Bye babe!” and waited for the sound of the door to close before you retreated up to your shared bedroom to start thinking about your costumes.

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Flicking through your draw of random accessories that you had accumulated over the years something caught your eye. Digging behind a hideous plastic tiara you picked up a pair of bunny ears.

They had been a part of a costume you wore with two of your other friends a few years earlier. You had all dressed as the plastics from mean girls in their Halloween ‘outfits’, you being Regina, had worn the bunny ears to complete the full look. It had been a look that got you far too much attention than you were used to. But if Rooster wanted a couples costume, then a couples costume he would get.

Placing the bunny ears on the bed you pulled out the second drawer down where you kept your socks and underwear. You pushed your hand right to the back and felt around for the tell tale material of your fishnets. You had bought them once on a whim of trying to be more alternative in your fashion. However, whenever you put them on they never made it out of the house with you. Bradley was a simple man and seeing his girlfriend in fishnets was something he felt was only for his eyes.

You huffed in triumph as you snagged your nail around the material and managed to pull the fishnets out from the drawer (making a mental note to clean the drawer out later because geez) and placed them down next to the ears.

Rummaging through you wardrobe now, you hummed as you flicked through random articles of clothing until you hit the jackpot. The black corset bodysuit you had bought on a whim to surprise Bradley for his birthday earlier on in the year. You giggled to yourself as your costume was coming together before your eyes and Bradley was going to lose his mind.

Reaching for your phone on the dresser, you went to ring Jake’s girlfriend asking for a favour. She picks up after the first few rings.

“Hi gorgeous, are you okay?” She chats down the phone.

“Perfect actually, I was just wondering if I could borrow Jake’s silk robe for Bradley tonight?” You giggled down the phone.

You were only aware of Jake’s bourgeois fashion choices because of an emergency pick up he had to make for his girlfriend after she had downed one too many tequila shots at your birthday party. He had been teased mercilessly for the robe by Bradley for months still so you felt it only appropriate that he shared the experience.

Jake’s girlfriend snorted at your question, “Of course! But please don’t return it with any bodily fluid stains, I will never hear the end of it from Jake.”

You assured her, “I promise no harm will come to his robe, scouts honour.”

You could hear her smile through the phone as she began to question you, “What are you going as anyway?”

“I only agreed to costumes this year on the condition that I got to pick it. Lord knows there could not be a repeat of last year.”

She cackles as you carry on. “So I’ve decided on a playboy bunny and Hugh Hefner.”

“And you think Rooster is gonna let you walk around the Hard Deck all night in fishnets and bunny ears, you’re funny!”

“That’s the whole point my dear,” you smirk down the phone.

“God you’re evil. I love it.”

You chat some more and agree that she’ll come and drop the robe off, then pick you up so you can get ready together.

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Hearing a knock at the door, you go to greet Jake’s girlfriend who has the robe in tow. You smile at her and take the robe off of her, leading her upstairs.

You place the robe down on your bed, where you have also placed Bradley’s hat that he has to wear with his dress whites, and a pair of black smart trousers. Jake’s girlfriend giggles as she reads the note you’ve left Bradley along side his outfit.

Bradley,

Wear this to the Hard Deck tonight, I’ll meet your there

Love, your bunny x

ps, recognise the robe? ;)

“He is gonna lose his mind when he sees you!”

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Finishing the final touches to your makeup, you look across the room to where Jake’s girlfriend has added a bunny tail to your bodysuit.

“I knew I kept you around for a reason.” She laughs at your statement and stands up to dress herself.

Her and Jake were going as her choice of costume as well. Her hair was pulled up into a classic ponytail and she was somehow managing to balance herself in bright pink stilettos. Barbie and Ken. You smiled knowing Bradley would get a kick out of seeing Jake even more perfectly styled that usual.

You pull the fishnets up your legs, careful not to catch a manicured nail into the fine material and secure them with a quick jump. Next you pull on the corset, and stand to look in the mirror at how it accentuates your waist and breasts perfectly.

Jake’s girlfriend walks back into the room and whistles loudly.

“Damn, if you weren’t Bradshaw’s I’d be taking you home tonight babe.” You snort at her cheesy line and sit back down to pull on your equally as uncomfortable black heels.

As the finishing touch, you place the bunny ears onto you styled hair and check yourself out once again in the mirror. You looked hot.

You and Jake’s girlfriend make your way downstairs to where Jake had been sat waiting for you two to finish up. It hadn’t taken him long to create his signature Ken look, he sported an unbuttoned button up, blue chino shorts and loafers. It was all very frat boy of him.

Jake looked up from his phone and chuckled, “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes? Is Bradshaw still treating you right?”

You look to your right expecting to see your friend annoyed but instead she exclaims, “that’s exactly what I was saying baby!” And runs over to kiss him. God they were meant for each other.

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Walking towards the entrance to the Hard Deck which had been appropriately decorated with pumpkins and other Halloween decor, you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of anxiety in your stomach. What if Bradley didn’t like your outfit? What if he was embarrassed to be seen with you in so little clothing?

Noticing your apprehension, Jake’s girlfriend grasps your hand and squeezes it reassuringly. Giving you a surge in confidence you push the door open. Jake greets Coyote dressed [read barely covered] as Tarzan and heads over to the bar top where Mav and Penny are dressed as Bonnie and Clyde serving people their drinks.

Scanning the room you spot your boyfriend draped in Jake’s robe with his back facing you, speaking to who you can assume is Phoenix who has some extremely detailed skeletal face paint going on. You smile at her as you make eye contact and her jaw drops. You see her say something to Bradley and he whips around to face you.

You make the final steps in their direction and greet your boyfriend somewhat shyly under his heated gaze.

“Hi.”

Bradley flicks the top of his hat up and places both his strong hands on your waist. He stares hungrily down at you feeling his dress pants tighten slightly. You feel your confidence rise as he drinks you in and go to speak again,

“Cat got your- mmph!”

Bradley interrupts your teasing by smashing his lips into yours. Phoenix chuckles, bringing you back down to earth. You pull away from Bradley breathlessly and smile sheepishly at her. She pipes up,

“I’m gonna need a drink after watching that borderline soft core pornography!” And with that she saunters off.

You bring your gaze back to Bradley with flushed cheeks both from the embarrassment of Phoenix’s comment and the intensity of the kiss.

“Bunny, you have no idea what you are doing to me.” Bradley whispers against you ear, his breath hot.

You turn on your heels slightly and wiggle your ass in Bradley’s direction, showing off the fluffy tail. Bradley groans, swearing under his breath and grabs you by the wrist.

“We are getting out of here.”

You pout as he pulls you from the crowds and stumble slightly on your heels. Bradley slows as he reaches the door to steady you and you speak.

“But we just got here!”

Bradley shrugs and squeezes your thigh, revelling in the feel of the fishnets on your smooth skin.

“Should have let me pick the costume then.” He speaks smugly.

You turn to make eye contact with Jake’s girlfriend as you’re pulled out the door and she winks before turning back to Jake. Once you’re out of sight of the Hard Deck Bradley picks you up over his shoulder fireman style and slaps where the tail meets the top of your behind. You laugh and wiggle in his grip as you see his phone light up with a notification in his pocket.

You pull it out to see a message from Jake.

bagman 🙄

for the love of god watch the robe

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a/n: i had so much fun writing this request you had no idea lolll

brad brad loml let me dress up for you 😫

pls reblog and comment and tell me what u think !!!

thank u for the request and pls keep sending them in!!!

ty for reading :)

- honey <3

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greenboyfriend · 3 months

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choose something cold... (tarot card reading)

"what do you need to know?"

image 1: it's cold. I mean, really cold. but your blood is warm, even if your fingers are blue. where's your soul? image 2: a framed painting depicting a wintry landscape, complete with a log cabin, whose blue smoke trickles from its chimney and blends in with the world around it. image 3: three ornate glasses, made of ice. are those cracks intentional? or just by virtue of its design? image source not everything may resonate with you, and that's ok! take what does & leave the rest. don't force it.

1.・。.・゜✭

there’s an opportunity being presented to you. it may be a celebration of some kind, or just something that has a lot of excitement surrounding it. what i’m getting most of all is that this may be a chance to find freedom. with the seven of swords reversed, maybe you’re the type of person to handle your problems on your own, “lone wolf” style. there’s a million reasons why someone might do this, but for you, you’re afraid or distrusting in others. when you opened up in the past, maybe it didn’t end up so well for you, and this has made you keep things mostly to yourself. however, the four of wands reversed tells us that this lone wolf energy is blocking you from fully enjoying yourself. “freedom”, in this sense, is the freedom from yourself, or rather, your fear. in the original Rider-Waite-Smith deck, the seven of swords shows us a man with his arms full of swords, shirking off to his own devices. for you, these swords represent an unnecessary burden, being wary or even afraid of others to see your true colors/problems/ect. opening yourself back up again is a task much easier said than done, i know. but the 6 of cups shows us what this looks like, once fully realized. when we talk about our problems and emotions, we’re able to release and/or deal with them more easily. i’ve definitely been in the position of worrying endlessly about something, just to finally open up to someone, and realize that the answer was sitting in front of me all along. the six of cups represents this as having a “clean conscience.” being, you’ve released yourself from carrying a burden all alone, and have found freedom– the four of wands. finally, the king of cups reversed reminds you to have patience, and to be tolerant of others. not just one person can supply you with all the information or support you need.

(6 of cups, 7 of swords reversed, 4 of wands reversed, king of cups reversed)

2.・。.・゜✭

you’re in a period of transition, be that between attitudes or people. this change has you feeling down. maybe not emotionally destitute, but not in the best spot, either. as you wade through these waters, know that the queen of swords is by your side, and will lead you to better times. the queen of swords is someone with a good head on her shoulders, and will always tell the truth. she is very forthright, and doesn’t do any under-the-table dealings. she holds herself to these standards because of her past experiences, and knows that an honest, open approach will best suit her motives. you may embody the queen of swords already, and if you do, great! if you don’t, that’s ok, too. but it’s time to start really leaning into that kind of energy. don’t conceal the truth– both to yourself and others–, and let yourself have a laugh every once in a while! the thing about being experienced is that you know not to take everything so seriously. the queen of swords can see the big picture, and knows that, even if right now is tough, later will be much better. the place/person/vibe you’re coming from is represented by the knight of wands. i’m getting, cockiness– to the point where you/they were being presumptuous. this might also have had to do with someone being hot tempered, and restless, where they couldn’t handle being bored, so they’d decide to pick a fight. this energy is still here, but not necessarily causing harm just yet. what’s really impeding your path towards healing is the knight of cups. the knight of cups reversed is in direct opposition with the queen of swords, in the sense that he allows his emotions to take control of him, rather than accurately assessing the truth of his situation. he may let his imagination become overactive, and begin believing things that aren’t true. where the queen of swords faces all her dealings head on, the knight of cups may shade the truth, dance around the issue, or simply hope someone else will deal with it. he may also tend to isolate himself from others, which only worsens his imagination into spurring up unrealistic scenarios and focusing too much on his own “failings.” i’m thinking… you’re going to need to temper the knight of cups with the knight of wands. use that fiery, self confident energy to seek out the truth, rather than make assumptions. and, in turn, the knight of cups can help to deplete those feelings of restlessness through introspection. most importantly, keep your head level, and honor the truth above all.

(queen of swords, 6 of swords, knight of wands, knight of cups reversed)

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so… there’s a lot to unpack here, image 3! i’ll start with this, the energy of the queens of wands and of pentacles are important right now. the queen of wands seems to be especially important, urging you to work hard to maintain her optimism, confidence, and enthusiasm. this situation will require you to be a sort of “soft” leader for others, where you can be looked to for inspiration. if you’re able to serve as a role model through keeping your head up even when the going gets tough, and to do so with strength and vigor, it will not only help you and your purposes, but will also inspire those around you to do the same. the opportunity to embody this energy is not fully here yet, but once you hear the call, you’ll know it’s for you. strike the iron while it’s hot and give it your all! no time for dilly dallying. in being a leader (even if you’re not completely cognizant of it) you will have to temper your generosity with what you know to be true. so, for example, if someone is late to a meeting one time, you may give them the benefit of the doubt. but if they’re continuously late, some changes need to be made. this can also apply to other situations, where you will need to decide between your loyalties and what’s true & just. you may have already experienced scenarios like this in the past, so it will help you to call back to those times for foresight. doing what is fair may be difficult in the moment, but will lead to the best outcome. the queens come together here to guide you on your way. keep trying! you know that you’re resourceful, so don’t be afraid to try your hand at solving problems. it may also benefit you to remain down to earth during this time, and not to try to control what others think or say. at the end of the day, you are your own person, and what a wonderful person you are! finally, we arrive at the page of cups. i’m getting a very loving, forgiving energy from this card. it may benefit you to invite that energy into your life, both towards yourself and others. when a challenge faces you, or someone is less than nice, decide to turn away that anger with love. consider, what may compel them to act this way? maybe they’re going through something you don’t know about. it’s not that you need to nurture them back to good health, but realize that maybe, they’re just not worth your time, and a simple nod & turning of the cheek will do you both some good. most of all, listen to your intuition to tell you whether or not this argument/situation is really worth getting into.

(queen of wands, 8 of pentacles reversed, 8 of wands reversed, queen of pentacles, ace of swords, 3 of wands reversed, page of cups)

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leviathanspain · 1 year

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i hate everything about you

aemond targaryen x velaryon(strong)!reader

enemies to lovers

synopsis: since taking his eye, the one eyed prince has loathed you and you hold anything but love towards him

a/n: male manipulator aemond

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you watched as the dagger from your hand fell to the ground, a mushed eyeball falling down next to it as he screamed. everything felt like it was suddenly in slow motion as your parents bursted into the room, following the king and queen. you began to sob, and you ran into your mothers skirts. she hugged you tightly, and was talking to you but all you could do was cry as aemond screamed.

you had barely let yourself turn to see alicent dangerously close to your mother, yelling at her as muffled arguments ensued. your brothers began to take your side, but your mind floated off into a place where none of this was happening, where you hadn’t maimed aemond.

that had been years ago. kings landing was a faraway dream to you now, and driftmark was now your everlasting home. but as you were summoned to kings landing, by the king, you realized that the dream was now a soured nightmare that had become reality.

“y/n velaryon.” you turned to see who had called your name just moments after you had dismounted your dragon. the pit had been empty, or so it seemed.

you turned with a smile, and instead were met with a deadly smirk. his targaryen locks cascaded down his back, the band of his eyepatch creating a crease in the locks. his singular eye was trained on your face, his eyebrows raised with contempt and a smirk made to make you crumble.

you could’ve given him the reaction that he wanted. and if growing up alongside him had given you anything, it was that aemond wanted to be feared.

“oh my, aegon you scared me!” you laughed one of your more breathy laughs, walking past him. you knew saying the wrong name would get on his nerves, especially if you went with the front that you had forgotten what you had done to him.

he followed close behind and was pursing his lips. you had said his brothers name instead of his. what a stupid girl, you seemed.

“it’s aemond. but i supposed the family resemblance is, strong, isn’t it?” there it was. the beginning to a new string of insults.

“that is how you get your other eyeball cut out. i suggest you find other ways to be a nuisance.” you continued to walk, untying your dragon riding leathers, you walked past a few guards, giving them all your best smile as aemond walked closely behind you.

aemond grabbed your arm and you stopped. you turned to see him smiling down at you, “certainty you don’t suggest that already?” you pulled your lips back in a frown of disgust as you ripped your arm back, “pig.” you sneered, stalking off as aemond was left behind to laugh.

your family had arrived to kings landing just moments after your first meeting with aemond. how the joy exploded into the air as you ran to hug your mother for the first time in years. she laughed as she hugged you, “my darling girl.” she cooed. your brothers followed suit, trapping you in suffocating hugs with their newfound strength.

rhaenyra had sat you down in her old chambers. the remnants of her own childhood were so strong that she had to move things around before she called for you.

now you were sitting across from her, a bit of a hardened smile on her face as she set her tea down.

“y/n. it is no coincidence that you have been asked to the red keep just as you turn of age.” you realized with a deep pit in your stomach that this is what your grandmother had been preparing you for.

rhaenyra noticed the anxiety in your face and raised her eyebrow, you shook your head, “i’m fine mother, just tell me who i’m engaged to.” you would accept the answer with graciousness, and learn to love the idea of being a wife and mother.

rhaenyra nodded, clasping her hands together, “aemond.”

the name was spoken into the room like a pindrop. silence met her words and your face lost all its composure.

“aemond?!” you stood up, rage running through your blood as you felt your face get hot, “you cannot be serious, mother.” but rhaenyra stayed silent, only sipping on her tea for a moment before she sighed, “it wasn’t an easy decision. we needed something to make peace between our families. and since you are my only daughter, and he is their only unwed son…” she trailed off, “you will be a good wife. you’ve already put him in his place once, make sure you don’t have to do it again.” she encouraged and as much as you didn’t want to make this a good thing, you couldn’t help but smile as she did.

you strolled along the balcony overlooking the gardens when aemond found you. he was sneering, like always, and this time he had a good reason.

“my sister must have told you? otherwise you wouldn’t have such a look of despair on your pretty little face.” he gawked and matched your walking pace.

you shrugged, “don’t act so happy to be sleeping next to me. i’ll cut your tiny little cock off with the same knife i used to gouge your eye.” you threatened, stopping your walk. you stared him down, but aemond swiftly moved to grab your throat, throwing you against the stone wall as his hand gripped tighter on your neck.

you gasped slightly for air as he sneered, “i’ll show you who’s cock is tiny-“ you heard the unbuckling of a belt and fear erupted in you. you used your strength to heavy a kick to his legs, feeling his grip loosen on you, you let yourself drop onto the floor.

aemond stepped back and you stood up, quickly maneuvering a dagger into your hand you held it up to his face, “don’t make me do it.” aemond could see there was no jest in your eyes, and watched as you stepped back, still pointing the dagger at him unnervingly.

days passed and you had avoided aemond easily. you had just kept yourself cooped up in your chambers, and only going to ride your dragon just before daybreak, the cool morning air being your refresher for a long day of sitting inside.

but you knew those days were coming to a close, you would be wed, and dangerously soon. you realized as the day approached that there was no way out of this, no real solution.

you waited patiently for him. you paced the hallway moments after bribing the guards, and you swallowed your pride, building up your courage as you walked into the princes chambers. as the doors opened, the scent of burning lavender filled the air, and you noticed a stack of books and weapons lazily set aside on a table, blankets and cloths sitting on the chair beside it.

this was aegons room? you had expected far less decency and more wine bottles and empty goblets. this was sophisticated, this was something you would’ve had back on driftmark.

you heard the slam of a book and you jumped slightly to find aemond, fixing his eyepatch over his eye as he looked at you. “and what brings you here?” his voice was filled with more curiosity than anger for intruding his room. he sat up, and you realized with surprise that he was shirtless, and wearing very thin breeches.

you shrugged, using a hand to dust the front of your prettiest dress, “i thought this was your brothers room.” aemond raised an eyebrow, “and what could you possibly need from my brother?” aegon was a complete joke to aemond, he held him with very little respect.

“he was going to fuck me senseless.” you dropped your plan so casually, that aemond had almost ignored it. he stood up from the bed, and looked at you with an intense stare, “what?” he whispered, and you pursed your lips, “i figured, if i fuck aegon, i’ll be unpure, damaged goods. would you still want me then?”

aemond laughed, “you think fucking my brother will stop me from marrying you?” his question made your plan sound so stupid, and you opened your mouth but your words faltered. aemond chuckled, “i suppose you think me as some fool. i knew of your plan, a wonder the maids had led you to wrong room, isn’t it?” he mocked you and he stepped forward.

you shook your head in frustration, “no. no, that’s not what she had said-“

aemond was now breathing you in, breathing in the forced arousal between your legs, the perspiration on your forehead from the confrontation, even the small hint of vanilla on your collarbones. he grabbed your breast with a hand, and kneaded it in his grasp. you gasped slightly, more at the grab than his hand twisting it around.

you didn’t pull back as he used his other hand to pull you impossibly close. “i just can’t let you go. as much as i want to, i-“ he didn’t continue as he let his lips trail over your face just ever so close.

you let your hand grip his shoulder as he dipped you slightly, “i gouged your eye out, i laughed at you as children, i’ve insulted you to the gods…” as aemond kissed your cheek, the words were now at a loss and you found yourself staring at him in surprise, “you should hate me.” you whispered.

aemond laughed, “i do. i hate everything about you.” he murmured. his breath was hot on your neck as he got closer, his tongue trailing just over your skin, you felt him kissing you slowly. you moaned at the contact and wriggled in his grasp bjt he refused to let you go.

you pulled at his hair and aemond hissed, pulling back, “i hate your plain expressions, i hate your perfect hair, your lips, the way your eyes are spaced apart, your frilly dresses and the way you walk.” he sneered, “but i cant..i cant not hate this.” he kissed you now, his lips meeting yours, you felt yourself finally give into the twisted feelings.

how could this feel so right after you shunned him so long ago?

you gripped his hair, pulling it for pleasure, aemond moaned, kissing you harder.

aemond’s hand found itself wrapping around to the back of your dress. he tugged on the lace knot and you felt the air hit your back, just as the dress fell to the ground. your silk undergown was all that was left, and aemond hoisted you into his arms, tossing you onto the bed.

you could barely react as aemond pounced on you, ready to devour you whole, he was smiling manically as he tore your legs apart.

you looked down to find his slender hands moving your gown up towards your stomach. his cock was able to be seen through the thin material of his breeches. with a lurch of your stomach you realized that aemond would truly be the first to have you. you, untouched, inexperienced, he would destroy you.

but nonetheless, your moans sang for him, and his cock was in your cunt without another minute wasted. you moaned richly, a laugh erupting from you as he moved, gaining the confidence wjth your moans, aemond fucked you, a steady pace was met with your growls of pleasure.

“fuck-“ you moaned, grabbing aemond’s arm that was by your side, you dug your fingernails into his porcelain skin. aemond hissed at the pain and continued on, watching as moments later you came undone, unable to hold yourself still as you shook from the pleasure.

as you finally stilled, aemond kicked you off the bed and onto the floor, he threw your dress at you and let himself fall onto the bed, his cock softening as his tucked it into his breeches, he glared at you, “speak of this all you want, you’re my wife now.” he threatened.

anger got the best of you and you reached out suddenly, grabbing his eyepatch you yanked it off his face and tossed it into the fire. aemond reached up to touch his eye socket and realized with surprise that your nails had scratched the surface of his face, small cuts oozed blood, and you were smiling at him, an eerie similarity to his own smile, even as you exited.

#house of the dragon #house of the dragon smut #aemond targaryen angst #house of the dragon angst #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen #aemond smut #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fic #aemond x you #hotd #hotd smut #aemond targaryen x targaryen!reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond x fem!reader

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hina-hina · 1 year

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Hello!! Can i request ghost and Soap,Alejandro with a gen z s/o lol

Hello friend!! This request was really funny, I hope I encapsulated Gen Z well here! Thank you for requesting, I hope you enjoy!!

This fanfiction is not meant to depict minors, only those 18 years of age or older. This fic is also more of a generalization of gen z persons.

I struggled a bit with this one, I hope you all still enjoy! (o゜▽゜)o☆

Edit: I forgot Ghost when I posted this, So sorry about that!! I've been a bit scattered since school started but I will get around to fixing it!!

→ COD Masterlist

|| Soap + Alejandro With a Gen Z S/O ||

Tags: GenZ!Reader, Fluff, Established Relationships, Crack

Warnings: None

Gender-Neutral!Reader // Romantic

|| Soap

Soap is more of a joking person himself so he falls right into the joking way you have of talking

He 100% secretly likes early 200s pop music that you play, but he would never admit it

He laughs every time you send him reaction images, even if he doesn't really get them

He will take the ones you send him and use them on the other 141 members

They don't understand it at all but he is still amused nonetheless

Despite Soap being on the younger side, he doesn't spend a lot of time on social media so he doesn't really understand most of the references you make

However once he does he will terrorize the other 141 members with them as well

Price insists that the two of you should be separated for his own sanity

Whenever the two of you are together, you insist that he has to make Tik Toks with you

He complains but he does it with you anyway and likes dragging the others into it

|| Alejandro

While Soap was closer in age to being Gen z, I imagine Alejandro would be older

He thinks the memes you send him are cute, even if he doesn't get it

You often send him those unhinged memes in Spanish and ask him to translate them

He is baffled almost every time

I personally can see Alejandro as being a good dancer who gets offended by some of the sloppier TikTok dance trends

If he sees you watching one, he will pull you up and be like "Let me show you how to really dance"

The whole time neither of you can stop smiling

Gets confused by reaction images

Not big on social media but he does have an account because he has to let it be known that you are taken on your posts

The type to respond to everyone that tries to hit on you in the comments to the point you threaten to block him

Also likes to answer dms sent to you himself so that he can put the fear of god into them

But also respects you and would never ask you not to post pictures of yourself on social media

Thank you for reading!! ⇣Taglist⇣ @scarlettproof @unabashednightmarepizza @kk00789 @cl0udii-m00n @polar2oidsworld @meepsters-world @uwu-i-purple-you

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softiejoon · 1 year

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23:11 | lmh

pairing ; minho x reader

genre ; fluff, angst, hurt/comfort

tags ; established relationship!au, domestic!au

warnings ; insecurities, fear of abandonment?, discussions around death

summary ; minho always wishes for a natural death, but you never really understood what he meant until now

word count ; ~450

a/n ; i was watching a tiktok and then this happened. dw i'm still working on the e2l fic

requests are open! you can read the guidelines here :)

.・゜-: ‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　✧　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙ :-゜・．

you lean further into your boyfriend, enjoying his warmth as he holds you in his arms.

"if you could have one wish, what would it be?"

minho answers without hesitation. "i want to die naturally."

his morbid response elicits a pout from you, and you shift so that you sit in his lap facing him. minho chuckles at your expression, but says nothing as you wrap your arms around his neck, levelling him with your stare.

"why do you always say that?" it comes out as more of a whine than you intend it to.

he shrugs. "you asked me what i want."

you frown. "i don't want to think about you dying."

his hands are warm where they rest on the small of your back, keeping you near to him. everything about him, down to the way he holds you, makes you feel safe, secure. you guide his face to yours by the back of his neck, dropping your forehead to his.

"i want to be with you forever," you say, quiet, tears prickling your eyes.

his hands draw you in closer. "who says you won't?" minho presses his mouth gently against yours.

you push your bottom lip out and he kisses it. "you did."

one hand reaches up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, while the other remains on your waist. panic flashes across your face at the loss of his touch and you cling to him tighter.

"i never said that, kitten. you think i don't want to be with you forever?"

you can't help but look away. his words were lighthearted, you know, but even the passing thought of a moment without him makes your entire being ache.

"don't leave me," you whisper.

minho's gaze flickers, unreadable. then, he laughs – a short, pained sound.

"leave you?" his voice is soft, a complete contrast to the sharp twinge in your chest. "angel, do you really think, after everything, that i would even be capable of such a thought?"

you blink back at him, a few helpless tears escaping.

minho strokes your cheek and you do your best to focus on him through your watery vision. "i could never leave you, angel. i just couldn't." his voice shakes a little. "my wish is for many, many more years with you."

you surge forward, burying your face in his neck as it washes over you in waves. "i'm sorry, min," you hiccup, as he rubs your back soothingly.

"don't be, kitten. it's okay."

you shake your head against his shoulder. "i know you love me."

"good. because i'm going to spend the next 60 years bothering you."

"promise?" you mumble.

"promise."

you sniffle, placing a light kiss to his neck. "i love you, min."

"i know, kitten. i love you too."

#lee know #skz #stray kids #minho x reader #lee know x reader #lee know fanfic #skz scenarios #lee know scenarios #lee minho #stray kids x you #minho x y/n #skz x y/n #skz x reader #minho x you #lee know angst #lee know fluff #stray kids scenarios #minho scenarios

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deaths-presence · 3 months

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Two of a Kind || Dazai x Reader Part 1: Obscure Chance

Story Summary: The search for your brother has led you into conflict between the Armed Detective Agency of Yokohama and the Guild. Fitzgerald keeps you involuntarily, that is until you finally find your chance of escape. Will you find strength within the ADA, or will you only become more astray? Word Count: 1,622 Characters Featured: Nathaniel Hawthorne, John Steinbeck, Lucy Montgomery Warnings: afab!reader, slowburn, plot heavy to build up romance, small mentions of isolation, hints of Fitzgerald being Yikes and abusive, lmk if I happened to miss anything please

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

The cold atmosphere of the room you were trapped in seeped into your body, making your bones ache with how aggressively you were shivering despite the covers you put around yourself. Never did you expect to find yourself held hostage, yet here you were with the powerful Guild that gave you no choice in the decision to join their organization. You didn’t do it for money like some of the others you came to learn about during your forced stay, nor did you seek to become powerful.

It started with a simple letter. Your brother Roberte had written to you. He went on to tell you that he had picked up work in the Guild to help support you back home, that things would be more prosperous if you had joined him. You had decided to seek out the Guild to be at his side, for all you had was each other after your parents had died.

You did not find Roberte. You were too trusting, showing a stranger eager to have everything within the snap of his fingers how your ability worked to prove yourself worthy. Within hours you were not allowed to leave. The man named Fitzgerald was sure of that. He never took no as an answer, and you quickly made that observation with the way the other members of the Guild stood behind him. They didn’t dare try to protect you. Here in the Guild, it was a principle that if you screwed up, you were on your own. You didn’t consider any of them friends, besides maybe Lucy who managed to converse with you when she brought you meals.

“So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”

You were brought out of mulling about your predicament at the new voice. Your head turned, no longer surprised to see Hawthorne that said the Bible verse aloud. He reminded you of a late December evening when the sun was slowly setting on the horizon and giving way to darkness. He was cold and distant, his hair a pale shade that reminded you of the snow covering the ground at dusk. His icy blue eyes always managed to pin you down wherever you existed on the Moby Dick like he could see the sins you’ve committed, even ones you didn’t know existed. As a man of God that he proclaimed to be, you never saw him outside of his pastor clothes.

Your lips turn in a gentle smile regardless. If nothing else, you were thankful for the little bit of company he temporarily provided. “Isaiah 41:10. It is only customary for the reverend to grace me with his words from the Book. I suppose you’re trying to give me advice in your own way instead of having me sulk around?”

Hawthorne’s face was unreadable with how little it changed, but his tone of voice gave you ease. Cold, yes, but gentle it came out as he replied, “I can tell by the look on your face. You feel helpless and alone. You don’t try to escape.”

You merely shrugged at his observation. The comfort he was giving was quickly replaced by a heavy feeling that settled in your chest. You sat on the provided bed and hugged your knees closer to your chest, the dress you wore allowing your legs to be blanketed. “I have tried before only to fail. Countless times. Fitzgerald is powerful, even if I can shapeshift into other people and use their abilities.”

Of course, you couldn’t escape Fitzgerald despite having such a useful ability. Though having surprised him at first, he took the opportunity upon himself to make you better than you were. Stronger. To change into someone for longer. To be able to take an object that is closest to someone and use it to connect to the person and change instead of using only physical touch. There’s no doubt that you would make an incredible assassin by having the ability to change your appearance so drastically, especially in framing someone. By tacking on having the opportunity to store someone with an ability into your closet of changes, you were a force to be reckoned with. If you cared enough.

That was evidently the problem. You didn’t care. You never had thought about using your ability in such a despicable way. You would always want to use what you were able to do for good, to disguise yourself and capture a criminal in the act all while keeping your real identity safe. You could help connect yourself to a person to understand their predicaments, to understand their health issues, to understand why they feel the way they feel.

“I’m sorry, reverend. I do not look for pity. I simply sense that this is my punishment,” you said quietly.

Hawthorne quirked a brow at your words. “You think that God has punished you in this way? What have you done in the eyes of the Lord that he would do such?”

Your eyes were trained on your hands. You wiggled your fingers slowly as if noticing something on them that would never come off. Hawthorne was right to believe the notion ridiculous, but you couldn’t help but feel like a monster in your own skin with all that you’ve done since being forced to join the Guild. A monster that changed who she could be on a whim. “I have gone against my morals without so much as a fight. I want to fight, but I am beaten in my efforts each time. What do you think?”

Hawthorne’s face never changed, but you noticed how his voice was hardened once more. “I may pass judgment on heavy sinners, but I believe that this is for the Lord to decide Himself.”

You exhaled slowly when you heard his footsteps leave you in tense silence. Your thoughts from before Hawthorne made conversation were now replaced with the question you always ended up asking yourself.

Were you a monster pretending to be human?

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It was hours before you heard voices again, this time clearly distinguishing the two of them. Steinbeck and Lucy. As they approached, your eyes opened from resting and you forced your body to sit up. You were severely tempted to brush through your hair after sensing just how knotted it was from your tossing and turning, reaching for the hairbrush just as you saw Steinbeck and Lucy at the door. As usual, she opened a compartment in the door to give you the tray of food.

“Look at that! You are still alive,” Steinbeck said with a playful grin. The small window in the door to your room only let you see his sky-blue eyes and sunny blonde hair, but there was the knowledge that one of the straps to his overalls that he wore hung down from his shoulder. You had to hold back the urge to fix it for him whenever you saw him, like a mother fixing their toddler’s shirt before they ran outside to play with their friends. Your eyes shifted over to Lucy’s blue eyes and thick red hair. You envied the coloration and how beautiful it always looked in the braids she put it in. You could imagine the dress she wore despite not being able to see it, the ruffles at the bottom always catching your attention. It wasn’t as proper and elegant as Lady Margaret, but it suited her.

“I am,” you responded, keeping your words short and distant as you took the tray and offered Lucy a grateful smile. You walked back to sit it on the small table that was by your bedside, seating yourself back down on the mattress to properly untangle your hair with the brush.

“I just can’t imagine,” Steinbeck attempted conversation again, “after being in here for this long already. I know what it’s like to have a sibling. The only reason I’m not with them right now is to make sure they can live. I send most of my pay back home to help support them all.”

“You’re the type to do anything for your family.” You nod while listening to him.

“My sister, she’s still a little younger than you. She loves to take my share of apple pie at the big family dinner table, but I can never say no because she’s just too cute.” His shoulders relaxed as he talked about his sister, and it made your heart ache that you were unable to see Roberte after all this time.

It hit you then. Why would he be trying to talk to you if it was not for one simple thing?

“Do I remind you of her?” you asked timidly, your eyes stuck on the tray as you set your hairbrush down.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Steinbeck’s smile. “A little. You’re just older, more gullible, and complacent when you’re in danger.” Each word that came out of his mouth made you prickle and squint at him, but your expression made him laugh instead of becoming defensive. “You do have the same cute pout, though.”

Your ire only faded at the prospect of finally eating some of the food that was given to you. Steinbeck and Lucy took it as a signal to leave you in peace, but not before Steinbeck stayed back to say one last thing while the space was quiet.

“You’re right. I would do anything for my family. The Guild is not necessarily a nice organization. You do what you’re told, and that’s it. Take care to remember that if nothing else.”

#bsd #dazai osamu x reader #dazai x reader #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd x female reader #dazai imagines #bsd dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs #dazai x y/n

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hyuuukais · 7 months

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.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general

MASTERLIST | PREVIOUS | NEXT

CHAPTER TWO • NEW LIFE (1.6k)

"Café guy?"

How is his number already in your contacts? And what cafe? The only place you could think of was the one chain coffee shop across town, but that couldn't be it. Or could it? There's only one way to find out...

The phone rings twice before he picks up.

"Hello?" When you fail to answer, he speaks again. "Anyone there...?"

"Yes!" You cringe at your loud volume. "Yes, sorry."

You pace around the living room, waving your left hand around trying to think of something to say. Thankfully, 'café guy' replies before you can get another word in.

"Oh, Y/n! I didn't expect to hear from you so quickly." He laughs breathily, and in the background there's distant honking; he's still walking back. "I also didn't think you'd actually save my number."

Another chuckle, this one less enthusiastic. Finally, you settle your pacing, opting to sit on the arm chair by the window looking out to the street. From here you could see the forest, and the kitten who lives there.

"Shit," you breath.

"Everything okay?" You almost forgot about the phone attached to your ear.

"Yeah, sorry, I just remembered something I have to do," you say, holding your phone in place with your shoulder. "I was just calling about... the USB! Thank you for bringing it back. It had something really important to me."

"Don't worry about it. I figured it was important since I always see you in here hunched over your laptop." He lets out a little chuckle.

"Oh, um," you force a laugh out, throughly embarrassed. "Anyway! I was wondering if I could thank you properly? Maybe over some food?"

"Are you asking me out right now?"

"No!" You jump up from where you were sitting, free hand outstretched. "God, no."

"Ouch," you hear keys then a door shutting. "I'll pretend I'm not a little offended by that response." Before you could respond, he was talking again. "Feel free to drop by the café, yeah?"

"Sure thing." You open the door and cross the street quickly, a bowl with cat food in your free hand.

The kitten's ears perked up when it saw you, but was hesitant to come forward. Although you'd been feeding it consistently for the year you've lived across the small forest, it never approached, still scared of what you might do if it got too close. From what you could see at that distance, there was a bit of scarring above its right eye and part of its tail was missing.

"I'll treat you to a free slice of tiramisu and everything."

"Holding you to that," you put down the bowl, standing up with a small smile and crossing your arms. "Tiramisu is my favourite."

"I know! That's why I chose it to be dessert of the week." Doors opened with a jingle. "Ah, I've got to go. Customers await!"

"Wait-" You're about to continue, but when you turn your head to the left, you see a black figure at the edge of the forest.

It's looking directly at you, but you can't see its face. The shape is human, a long coat moving slightly in the breeze. For a moment, fear ceases you. Something about it seems vaguely familiar-

"Y/n?"

Fuck, you need to stop forgetting about the phone in your hand.

"Sorry. Um, I'll see you soon?" You cross the road back to your front steps, not taking your eyes off the being.

"See you then!" He hangs up, leaving you alone with the figure and the kitten.

You watch from the safety of your home, now inside, as the figure approaches the small animal. Unlike with you, the kitten doesn't move away. Instead, it lets the figure brush its fingers on its fur. The kitten leans into the touch, and you can imagine it purring loudly. Part of you is hurt that this animal you've known for a year has chosen a creepy-ass shadow creature over you.

Pulling your eyes away from the two, you focus on getting ready. You're about to run up the stairs, but turn around and lock the door first. You don't know what- or who- that thing is, and you're not risking it entering your safe haven. The familiarity leaves you unsettled. Part of you wants to run back outside, confront it, demand the reason it's here; the other part wants to hide under a blanket like a child afraid of the monster in their closet.

There are too many skeletons in your closet for a monster. Or maybe the skeletons are your monster. Either way, the past is the past, and in the present, you are getting ready to meet a man who shouldn't exist. Meeting at a café that shouldn't exist. In a timeline that shouldn't exist.

When you leave again, the shadow is gone. A chill runs up your spine, goosebumps forming despite the warmth of the sun. Mind racing, you can't help but wonder-

No, don't think like that, you think, he has no idea where you are. You made sure of that Y/n.

Clouds obscure the sun by the time you make it to Main Street, keeping an eye out for the café. You had to text Café Guy- you really should get his name- to ask the address. He questioned it a bit considering you were a regular, but you quickly ended the conversation. Now, you're walking a street you've been down a million times, and at the first intersection is the café.

"That's not fucking right," you whisper, voice higher by the end of the sentence, breathing constricted.

Upon entering, you immediately spot him. He's running around behind the counter, helping his employees and cracking jokes, and getting closer, you can read his name tag; Chan. You don't approach the counter right away, opting to stay behind a group of teenagers waiting in line to watch him. He shouldn't be real- yet, here he is, looking more alive than you have in years. A smile that could replace the sun, laughter ringing throughout the building.

What you would give to laugh freely like that again.

You don't notice him coming around the counter, having spotted you when you looked down briefly.

"Y/n! Come, we'll eat in my office." You give him a look. "It's quieter in there! C'mon."

Chan grabs your arm lightly and it takes everything in you not to rip it away. He leads you down a hallway to the right of the counter with three doors, two of them bathrooms. Behind the third door is another, smaller hallway, one door at the end and another on the left. You go through the left one.

"Cozy," you comment. The office is small, with a modest desk and chair tucked into the corner. Most of the décor is black and white, but there isn't much. "Spend a lot of time in here? Real homey."

"Actually, no," he admits, leaning against the desk, gesturing you to sit in the chair. You don't.

"So, Chan, what brings you here?" You question, although unsure of how much you already know. "There's not much here, unless you like neighbourhood drama."

"I could ask you the same thing. From the few times we've talked, you... you don't seem to like it here."

"That's a conversation for another time." You look down, crossing your arms.

"Alright, cryptic. Maybe I should be used to that by now." Chan pushes up from the desk, taking a step toward you. "If I'm honest, I don't really know how I got here, but you already know that, don't you?"

"W-What?" You stutter, looking up at him.

"Well... we've talked about this before!" He breaks into a smile. "You don't remember? Ahh, it was late, I guess you were tired. Basically, I just kind of found myself here after a long, long night. Cute town, decided to stay. That was... say a month ago?"

You force out a laugh, nodding along to what he was saying.

"Ah! I promised you dessert, let me go get it for you." As soon as Chan left, your phone began to vibrate.

Pulling it out of your pocket, you saw the words Unknown Number across the screen. This day had been weird enough, what was one more thing to add to the list of strangeness?

"Hello?" Silence. You heard a sharp inhale on the other side, but nothing followed. "Helloooo?" You repeat. "Listen, I really don't appreciate-"

They hang up.

"Asshole," you pull the phone away, rolling your eyes.

When Chan returned with the promised tiramisu, you got to chatting fairly quickly. Something about him made you comfortable, at ease. The odd phone call and shadow creature seemed so far away now.

"So what was on that USB anyway?" You blush.

"Um, nothing, just a story."

"Just a story?" He raises an eyebrow, picking up the now empty dessert plate. "Must have been a pretty important story."

"I've just been working on it for a long time," you wave your hand, as if to wave the conversation away.

Before he could reply, there's a sharp knock on the door. An employee enters, talking low to Chan about an angry customer.

"I'll be right there," Chan sighs. The employee glances toward you, gives a strained smile, then leaves. "I had a good time Y/n, don't be afraid to swing by for free desserts whenever you like."

The smile he gives you made your heart melt. On the way out, you turn before the end of the hall, giving Chan a small peck on the cheek. Embarrassed by the impulsive action, you all but run out of the café. If you had turned back, you'd have seen him smiling like an idiot, hand hovering over where you kissed him.

notes • i started this draft on september 14th ...................... it was so close to being able to post then i got sick !!!!! but hey !! now that i'm feeling better, i hope to be able to update this more frequently!

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae

TAGLIST CLOSED

#.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-#skz #stray kids #bang chan x fem reader #bang chan #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz fanfic #skz au #chan x reader #stray kids series

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againholy · 7 months

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sith!@dutyfcrged said, " i think we should make an informed decision. "

cael had been feeling weird all day. there was that odd flutter in his stomach that wasn't anxiety and it wasn't anything else he knew how to define. a tug of sorts. almost like there was a magnet in his blood trying to connect with something else. it happened every now and again but he'd never been able to figure out why.

on this particular day it should've been a message to stay in bed.

walking home from the bar, he'd been attacked from behind. this tall soldier in black armor sucker punched him. there'd been a sarcastic quip in there cael hadn't hurt, probably because his head was already throbbing by that point. another punch to the gut and an arm around his neck meant all he could do was listen to the whisper in his ear telling him to go to sleep.

when he came to, the room was dark. from what he could tell the furnishings and shape of the room let him believe he was at least on the same planet, still. just not in any building that he could immediately recognize.

" do we? " cael squints against the single light hanging over his head like some interrogation. out of the corner of his eye he sees a glint that looks something like a leg plate. instincts told him there was someone else in the room, though. that particular direction wasn't where the energy in his blood was buzzing towards. " and what kind of decision is that? " fingers flex behind his back. could he use the force against two people and get free? only one real way to find out.

#━━ * ・゜✠ › answer : but i have no fear .#━━ * ・゜✠ › alternate arc : star wars .#dutyfcrged

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augenblicklich-lila · 1 year

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cod incorrect quotes #10

NUMBER TEN OF THESE! DOUBLE DIGITS BABY!! I just have a lot of love for this fandom and these characters. Love y'all ♡

the usual jazz, mainly Y/N/Reader stuff, platonic and romantic. Plus a sprinkle of Soapghost and Alerudy ♡♡♡

This one has quite a bit of König content because he deserves all the love. A bit more Price as well! ♡♡♡

- Lila

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König: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Y/N: You and me!!! König, tearing up: Okay.

König: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE Y/N: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially König, desperately, as Y/N bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/N: Oh! B positive. König: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE Y/N:

Soap: Must be hard not being able to laugh Ghost: I do have a sense of humor you know Soap: I’ve never heard you laugh before Ghost: I’ve never heard you say anything funny

Y/N: So are we flirting right now? König: I AM LITERALLY STABBING YOU Y/N: That doesn’t answer my question

König: Accidentally hits Y/N in the face König: Trying to decide between saying 'I’m fucking sorry' and 'Are you okay' König: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY?! Y/N: tearing up What’s wrong with you?! (will never forget the day I thought a cashier was going to ask me if I wanted a receipt but instead said 'have a nice day' and I said 'no thank you :)' bc that's what I had prepared for)

Soap: Okay, truth or dare? Y/N: Truth Soap: How many hours have you slept this week? Y/N: Y/N: …Dare Soap: Go to bed. Y/N: I don’t like this game. (also Soap with Ghost. He's trying so hard.)

Y/N: holding a bottle Is this whiskey or perfume? Alejandro: chugs entire bottle Alejandro: It’s perfume. (Alejandro gives me unhinged energy. Probably gives Rudy 12 heart attacks each week)

Y/N, watching the rest of 141 being chaotic idiots: God, give me patience. Price, just as tired: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Y/N: If God gave me strength, they'd all be dead.

Y/N: What’s up guys? I’m back. Soap: What the- how are you here. Ghost: You’re dead. I literally saw you die. Y/N: Death is a social construct.

Ghost: You're right. Soap: That's… That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Price: Y/N… Y/N: Oh no, 'Y/N' in b-flat. Y/N: You're disappointed. (disappointing Price must be crippling)

Alejandro: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- [translation: I’M SORRY] Rodolfo: What's that? Alejandro: Remorse code. Rodolfo: I'm even angrier now.

Soap: Is letting someone win at chess sapiosexual bottoming Ghost: No Y/N: Yes Price: Does anyone in this godforsaken group ever think before they speak (Joy sparks within me when I imagine Price's face during this conversation)

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dipperscavern · 20 days

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@cdragons & i were having some thoughts about secondincommand!reader.. specifically how she’d react to robb breaking his oath with the freys… enjoy

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secondincommand!reader who is the glue that holds the war camp together & keeps it running smoothly

secondincommand!reader who is a tiny thing, but don’t let that fool you. she’s often seen dragging 6’0+, 200lb northmen by the ear — giving them a scolding that would make tywin lannister look like a kitten

most problems are laid at her feet, not that robb doesn’t do anything, but the chain of command makes them be brought to her first. she has a knack for fixing things, and sarcasm runs through her veins where blood should be. she has nothing, if not the audacity

tough as nails, and fears only the gods, all the northmen call her doe. they say she’s the long lost daughter of stannis baratheon, stubborn as a mule, she’ll break before she bends

so you can imagine how happy she is when she finds out the king in the north broke his oath and married a nurse. girl bye LMFAO

she gives robb the absolute cold shoulder when she hears the rumors are true. robb and talisa stroll through the camp on their horses, and when reader sees them, she just stands there. theon glances at her stiffness, before she turns around and just walks away.

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robb thought he was going crazy.

she had always been said to hold the camp & northmen together, and now, with her not on his side — he’s finding out how true that really is.

she hasn’t spoken to him since he left & returned with talisa, abandoning his oath with the freys. if he asked her a question during a meeting, she’d answer the lord closest to her as if he had asked her that, instead of robb. she had even resorted to speaking to him through theon, who found it hilarious.

“C’mon, Doe- you have to speak to me sooner or later.”

he’s this close to begging at this point. she merely turns to theon.

“Theon, do you hear that? It sounds like.. it sounds like a fucking idiot.”

theon nods. “Been a lot of those lately. Think it’s seasonal.”

robb runs his hands down his face as they both walk out, and eventually he confides in talisa about it. after all, she is his wife. she approaches her after a meeting, while she’s gathering her things to leave.

“I’m sorry if you’re unhappy with me, I’m only trying to do my best.”

she doesn’t miss a beat. “You’ve only put all our lives in jeopardy and half-way ensured we lose the war. Why should I be unhappy with you?”

she’s surprised by her boldness. talisa swallows thickly. “Feel how you will about me, Robb is your king. You should speak with him soon.”

she turns around, looking at her, brows pinched in faux empathy.

“I’m sorry— I don’t speak with southerners. Gives me the shivers.”

“I’ve been in the North for many moons.”

“How interesting.” she finishes gathering her stuff, walking out of the tent with lord karstark trailing beside her. he leans over to rub her shoulders.

“I can feel ya’ shiverin, child.” they both laugh, walking on.

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her silence was eventually replaced by nonsense, and robb considered letting the lannisters march in here and put him out of his misery.

she had taken to speaking the language of old valyria, for all robb could guess. and the men around him could be none the wiser, theon included.

“Karstark, you’ll lead the vanguard. And Doe, you’ll command the archers.”

“Mememememeh..” she said, rolling her eyes. theon nodded.

“Agreed.”

he thought someone would stop her eventually, but no, he failed to recognize these men adored her. their little doe, a spitfire who could demand their lives & they’d fall on their swords.

“Stew good, Doe?” he asked, walking by the campfire she sat at.

“Ehmememememeh..” she said, shaking her head. the men sat around her only nodded, murmurs of agreement to each other spilling from their lips.

and when she did start talking to robb again (in the common tongue), he almost wished for the silence to return. no he didn’t.

“Glad you’ve started speaking with me again.”

“Tell me, how much speaking will we be doing if Walder Frey decides to behead us?”

he opens his mouth to speak, but she raises a hand.

“If I die because His Grace, King Robb, saw a bit of arse & his cock forgot the oath he swore, I am going to kill you.”

he thought the northern lords were going to burst a blood vessel with how hard they tried to hold in their laughter. in the end, their efforts did not prevail.

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believe it or not, they’re in love with each other. i don’t make the rules (yes i do)

@ghostinvenus i’m sorry if this wasn’t what u had in mind when u asked to be tagged, i promise better things are coming 😭 just couldn’t get secondincommand!reader out of my head omg

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shigarakis-cumdump · 7 months

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Day 2: Patient X Doctor Baizhu (Genshin)

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Kinktober 2023 masterlist here!

Title: An Unnatural Remedy

Summary: As an adventurer, you go on some dangerous journeys. After taking quite the fall, you find yourself in BuBu pharmacy. But don’t worry, doctor Baizhu has just the thing to make you feel better.

Cw: none

Word Count: 1k

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“Ah, shit!” You scream, knees and calves all scraped up from the fall you just took. You and your adventuring partner were scaling a mountain in Liyue when your rope snapped and caused you to fall 15 feet down the mountain. Your partner raced back down to come to your aid, but it was a bad fall.

“I think your foot might be broken, Y/N.. We need to get you to BuBu pharmacy!”

“No! I hate doctors, I think I’ll be fine.”

“We’re not debating this; I’m taking you, now.”

Somewhere along the way to the pharmacy, you passed out, and when you awoke, you were in a very clean room with incense burning by your bedside.

“I think she’ssss awake,” you heard a puny voice say quietly. You turned your head to the source of the noise and found Baizhu, the local doctor in Liyue sitting on the other side of the room, as if he'd been waiting for you to wake up.

“Why hello, glad to see you’re finally awake,” he said. His voice was smooth like butter, and his demeanor was comforting.

“How bad is it?” You ask, dreading the news and the thought of the bill afterwards.

“I must say, that was quite a fall you must’ve taken; a sprained ankle and fractured shin bone is no laughing matter.” You look at your leg that’s raised in a splint, which was rather uncomfortable. You try wiggling your foot and are met with a shooting pain from your ankle to your knee.

“Now now, please, try not to make any sudden movements with that leg of yours,” Baizhu explains, “I haven’t given you much medicine, just a concoction of herbs to ease the pain temporarily, although they seem to be wearing off..” He sighs as he takes a seat beside your bed.

“Do you have anything stronger?”

“Well, I have something that can heal you temporarily, although you will still need to be careful, as this is not a complete repair.”

“And that is..?”

“Chi energy is something I’ve practiced for many years. It speeds up the healing process nearly 5 times the normal pace. There are some adverse side effects, however.” He explains.

You didn’t care much for the side effects, you just needed to be healed as quickly as possible since your adventuring commission was yet to be completed. You agreed to this remedy, but told Baizhu, “Absolutely no needles.”

“There will be no need for such things. Now, there are still many ways I can administer this medicine, especially since it’s not medicine of this world,” Baizhu explains, “but since you are such a special patient, I can give you a very painless way, if you so choose.”

“Painless, please..” you say with a shaky voice.

“There’s no need to be scared, Y/N, have I been rough with you thus far?” He asks, leaning in and brushing your hair out of your face with his cold hand.

“N-No..” you reply.

“Exactly. Now, just relax, my little patient,” he says with that lulling voice, the one that nearly puts you into a trace. Baizhu goes and grabs another strap and raises your other leg up in the air as well. You were wearing a hospital- like gown and could feel a cool breeze up your body. “It’s okay to feel vulnerable, you know. This is a safe place and no one will be coming in. Do you trust me?” He asks, leaning over you in between your legs. You answer back with a shy, “yes.”

“You can hold my hand, if you’d like.” he offers, and you take it, squeezing his hand tightly. Verbal clues are all you have to go off of since you clenched your eyes tight from fear.

Suddenly, you feel a rather warm sensation down by your groin. “You’ll feel an intrusion, don’t be alarmed,” he reassured. The tip of something warm breached past your entrance and filled you up. Your mouth dropped open in ecstasy, and you opened your eyes to see Baizhu’s only a few inches away.

“I’m going to start administering the medicine, all right?” You could only manage a nod before he started slowly bucking his hips back and forth. He felt otherworldly, and with each thrust you could feel some of your energy coming back to you.

“That feels amazing, doctor..” you whine.

“Good, you’re taking it very well,” he praises, “but try not to be so loud,” he leans in, “these walls are rather thin.” he whispers into your ear. Your face turns a bright red and your pussy clenches to the thought of others listening in. “Oh, I didn’t know I had such an adventurous type on my hands,” he chuckles. Baizhu tenderly kisses the nape of your neck, taking small nibbles as he trails down to your chest. Your back arches, and your hips try meeting his pace. “Ah ah, you’re on bedrest, no unnecessary movements from you- let me do all the work.” Baizhu quickened his pace, and the room filled with an unfamiliar scent that was heavy, as if it was hugging you and putting you to sleep. Baizhu was breathless above you, his hands massaging your tits gently. He pinched your nipple and you gasped,

“Baizhu!” his name rolled off your tongue, followed by a moan that spurred him, his thrusts getting sloppier and messier.

“Shh shh, just a bit longer and you’ll feel worlds better..” He groaned.

“Don’t stop, ‘feels too good,” you beg.

“Too much medicine isn’t a good thing, either. Don’t get greedy, my little patient.” He replied. Baizhu’s hips come to a still as he cums inside of you, his hot cum filling you up and making you feel incredible. You tried reaching out and grabbing his arm but your body was suddenly weak and faint.

“That’s one of the side effects; this remedy makes the patient rather drowsy, I must apologize.” He tells you as he gets up and fixes his clothes. You mutter a small thank you before your eyes shut and you’re lulled off to sleep.

“All in a day's work.” Baizhu kisses you on the forehead and sits beside you, waiting until you awake again.

#genshin fanfic #genshin impact #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #shigarakiscumdumpkinktober #shigarakiscumdumpwrites #genshin #fanfic #afab! reader #female reader #baizhu #baizhu genshin impact

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mara-brekker · 1 year

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Hi!! Saw you asking for requests... could you please write an angst for Evan Peters' character in AHS Asylum Kit Walker x female reader w them in Briarcliff? If you don't do his characters, it can be an angst with Evan himself pls! thank u!!

Ur wish is my demand

A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved

Pairing: Kit Walker x fem!reader

Words: 1526

Warnings: angst, cigarettes (don’t smoke guys!), Dr Arthur is a warning himself, fake facts (more in an), mention of suicide

An: Suicide and scolioses are not contagious diseases! If u have suicidal thoughts please talk with someone about it <3 Crazy that they though scolioses is contagious!

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I was once again in the process of asking everyone possible for cigarettes. The guards already knew my behavior and only replied: "Get off, I have nothing for you!" They became really cheeky towards us. Suddenly the record player stopped playing the horrible song. It was a salvation for some, but quite the opposite for others. Like Pepper she was starting to lose her mind and I ran over to her. "Hey everything will be fine." I said calmly to her and she slowly came down again. Sister Mary, also known as Sister Devil by me, took care of the record player and quickly that annoying song had returned. Pepper hugged me gratefully and as she went back to what she had been doing before I looked around. Only a few other patients were a little upset. And as I looked around the crowd I noticed two beautiful brown eyes looking at me as well. He had to be the rebellious newbie as I've never seen him here before and I've been here for a number of years. So I went up to him to introduce myself. But while I was doing this, I noticed the fearful looks of my fellow patients. What did you have? When I stood in front of him and wanted to say something, he already interrupted me: "Finally someone who talks to me! What is this place and why is this nun looking at me like the devil himself?” he pointed to Sister Mary. I giggled to myself. "If you give me one of your cigarettes I'll answer your questions." He nodded hastily and handed me one."Ok listen.." I gave him a questionable look since I didn't know his name yet.

"Kit," he answered hastily.

"Listen, Kit, this nun," I smiled, "is Sister Mary, or how I call her Sister Devil. I think she was thinking of a satanic institution by the name of Briarcliff.” He looked at me sideways, but I just kept talking. “Briarcliff is a mental institution, as they would say among the genteel. People of all kinds are dropped off here. For example Pepper” I pointed to her “she is originally from a freak show and was then given to her sister after Peppers boyfriend died. She claimed that Pepper killed her child. However, I think it was her or her husband because Pepper loves babies.” Now I pointed to Lana, “This is Lana, she's a lesbian and that's Why she’s here.” I looked at him to see his reaction. Everyone I told that was mostly disgusted, how could such a thing even exist, they just said. But Kit remained silent and after half a minute he said: "It's not legal. It's not legal to have her locked up for something so natural.” I smiled sadly. "If I tell you why I'm here, will you also tell me why you're here?" He smiled but then said, "I'd love to make the deal, but I have no idea why I'm here."

"That's ok, I'm sure you'll remember it soon. Sister Jude puts you on a higher dose of drugs for the first few weeks than after, that can affect your memories.” Now that I took a closer look at him, I realized just how beautiful he actually was. Did he have a girlfriend out there or even a family.

"Have you been here long?" he asked me.

"Too long. You will probably think that you have been here too long than you should. But you won't know it's too long until you don't leave here. Because you know every patient, everyone is your family and this horrible place here is your home, Kit.” I didn't dare to look at him. My vision was now becoming glassy and I was about to cry terribly.

"Miss Y/N your kitchen duty is now ready to begin." Nurse Jude smiled at me.

“You Walker can follow her. Behave.”

"He won't slit my throat, Judy." I laughed at her, but she just looked back dejectedly.

On the way to the kitchen I said to Kit: "That was Sisters Jude, don't call her Judy." I laughed. "Why?" he asked. “Judy is a sadist. There will be whiplashes on your back or on your pretty butt if you do anything like that.”

"Where did I end up here?" he asked.

"In hell, Kit."

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In the kitchen I showed him our tasks and of course he asked more questions.

But when we were done with that, we left the kitchen and were greeted by a happy Dr. Arthur.

"Miss Y/N please follow me."

I looked at Kit and nodded towards the sitting room.

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When I got to his operating room, I sat down on the couch.

“I gathered from a conversation between Sister Jude and Mary that you wanted to kill yourself before your Briarcliff time. I would like you to avoid direct contact with our patients, because I don't want any more deaths."

How many times have I heard in this life that this was contagious.

”may I go now?" I said, rolling my eyes.

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In the morning I stood next to Kit outside of our cells.

"What did Dr. arthur wanted?”

"Talking about an infectious disease I'm supposed to have."

"Which?" he said as he looked down at me. And I hesitated.

We all walked to breakfast.

"I was admitted back then because I wanted to kill myself, Kit." I whispered to him. I didn't dare look at him anymore.

"Are you still having those thoughts?" he asked.

"Not as often as I used to." I noticed his eyes on me. I thought he was about to step away from me, but he took my hand in his.

"A sorrow shared is a sorrow halved," he whispered.

"I don't think it works that way." I laughed back.

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As is so often the case, our first meal of the day was interrupted by Dr. Arthur.

"Come with me Miss Y/N!" he almost yelled.

I quickly followed him and when he got to his operating room he said he wanted to examine me.

When he touched my back with his cold hands, he flinched and put on a mask.

"You have scoliosis, a highly contagious disease!" he finally shouted.

"I have to operate on her." He continued to speak more calmly. "I've only done this surgery once, but I'll be fine." He smiled creepily at me.

"What happened to that one person?"

"She is no longer alive. I have to be very precise and there are many things that can go wrong. In the worst case, you would die.”

All I could do was look at him in shock.

"Can I at least say goodbye to someone before they disassemble my back?"

"No way! But you can continue to eat your breakfast in the cell as long as I prepare the operation.”

As I walked out of the room, I purposely took the long way to our 'rooms' so I could get past the lounge. And then when I saw Kit seeing me looking for him, I nodded him to follow me. I slowly walked towards my cell as Kit caught up with me.

"What-" he asked but I cut him off.

"I have scoliosis Kit. Dr Arthur wants to operate me, he says the disease is highly contagious and that there is a slim chance I will survive.” We had now arrived at my cell.

"I don't know if I'll survive." I put my hands on his chest and looked up at him.

"It would be a shame if I died and didn't tell you I really like you Kit"

We've known each other for three weeks and I already said something like that?! But somehow it felt right.

"Kit say something he'll probably be right over to pick me up for the surgery. Please say something-"

But Kit said nothing and kissed me. As we broke apart, he began to speak.

"You will survive and I will wait for you. We're going to get out of here.” He said while his fingers made little circles on my hip.

"By the way, now I know why I was brought here Y/N" he started again.

"Y/N!" it yelled from the hallway. The doctor was done.

"Tell me if when I’m back." I whispered.

He nodded and kissed me again.

"I'm coming Doctor" I called as we broke away from each other.

And so I walked down the long corridor with the doctor who was about to perform a life-threatening operation on me.

And behind us a woman dressed in black was following us me.

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Thanks for reading <3

#evan peters #kit walker #kit walker x reader #ahs #american horror story #asylum

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tryskomys · 2 years

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PSYCHO KILLER

Eddie Munson x OC

Chapter 10 - Head Over Heels

Summary: Maia arrives back to the hideout, but Eddie’s initial relief is quickly replaced with horror as he wonders how she managed to return on her own.

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Notes: if you read the last chapter, you’re aware of what’s coming. i call this genre fluffy despair.

tw: blood

Masterlist

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Eddie moved the stump to the window so he could scout for any signs of Maia coming back. With one hand firmly clenching around his bottle and the other one holding her knife, he nervously tapped his foot, his eyes darting around the road. She wasn’t taking much longer than he expected, yet he was impatiently cursing under his breath every five minutes. He managed to tune the radio, to his surprise it caught a decent station, so the rapid thoughts in his head were a bit silenced with some noise.

Where is she?

He stood up and started pacing around the shed, biting his already raw nails.

Crunching leaves. He jumped at the soft sound he probably wouldn’t have caught in a normal situation, but this was nowhere near an ordinary day. He ran up to the window, making sure her knife is flipped open.

It’s her.

He deeply sighed with relief, turning away from the window. Closing his eyes, he rubbed them with maybe too much force and slightly winced at the sound of her opening the shed door. When she closed it, she dropped the bike with a loud crash, immediately turning her back on Eddie to get the groceries out of her backpack. He faced her, exhaling loudly.

“Fuck, halfling, I almost lost my mind. I’m not sure if I’ll let you go out like this again. We’ll have to rely on what the gang brings us instead, because…”

His voice trailed away as he furrowed his brows, putting down the improvised weapons.

“What’s up?”

No answer. No noise. If he didn’t see her torso move, he would’ve doubted if she was breathing. He noticed a big wet stain on her back. Then the unpleasant scent of stale beer and iron hit his nostrils. He widened his eyes a bit, approaching her from the behind.

“You good?” he extended his hand to her, a move that made her wince a bit. He noticed that the Pringles and the cereal box were…moist. No sight of a six-pack, only a few crushed aluminium pieces.

“Two cans and Yoo-Hoo survived, so that’s a plus.” she meekly mumbled with a sarcastic chuckle - it was more of a forced exhale.

He raised his eyebrows and grabbed her shoulder softly, motioning her to turn around. She weakly resisted, but relatively quickly gave up. He’s gonna find out sooner or later. When he moved her to face him, any color in his face was suddenly replaced with a sickly pale hue. His brown eyes widened in horror and his hand on her shoulder started shaking.

Her eyes were emotionless, she was using everything in her power to not show him any sign of weakness. Her nose was actively bleeding, so was the big tear in her lip that was already getting swolen and surrounded by a purple bruise. She attempted a chuckle again, giving him the tiniest glimpse at her bloddied teeth.

“Don’t remember how I got here, but Eddie the Banished is not starving on my watch.” she silently breathed out, her furrowed brows breaking her perfectly blank face.

He was speechless. At first he felt like he was going to throw up, but the burn in his throat slowly moved to his chest and started progressively heating up. His eyes stung with tears a bit, his bottom lip wobbled.

“Who…wh..” he let out, almost without a sound. Her eyes fluttered closed.

“Not on today’s agenda. We got bigge-“

“WHO THE FUCK DID THIS TO YOU?” he screamed in her face with a furious glare, making her wince.

As the adrenaline slowly wore off, the pain hit her like a truck. Her face finally started twisting in despair, spreading the blazing burn from her lip to her cheeks and throat.

“They…wanted…where…you…” she managed to get out through the agony, her brave facade falling apart in his arms.

He softly touched her chin without any pressure, turning her face around to get a closer look at the damage done. He was shaking in anger, his pupils so wide it seemed like he had black eyes. His eyes were the only thing she could see at the moment, her pounding head making her feel like she was drowning in an ocean so deep that no light would get through. She lost balance a bit due to the sensation, but for some reason she just couldn’t tear her eyes away. He caught her in his arms, pulling her a bit closer so she could lean on him for support.

“Where does it hurt, sweetheart?” he barely whispered, scanning her features for any sign of emotion. She weakly pointed at her lip and then moved up to her nose, to which he silently nodded. She sighed.

“My head…I’m drowning…” she stared into his eyes, swaying a bit again. He frowned and scrunched his nose in confusion.

“I can’t…gotta look away…” she whispered and closed her eyes. He violently shook his head.

“Nonononono, don’t close your eyes halfling, you can’t do that.” he tapped her head lightly, not wanting to slap her inflamed cheeks. She slowly looked up at him again.

“I’m fine, just…need to drink…water…” she muttered and weakly patted his arm. He nodded slowly, flickering his gaze around the room.

“I gotta sit you down and check the house for some first aid kit, okay?” he caressed her hair for a second, lowering her body and moving her so her back would be leaned against a ragged cabinet that stood next to the door.

“Don’t you dare move, sweetheart. Okay?” he stood up, grabbing the bottle and the knife and opened the door a few inches to look around.

“Eddie…” she breathed out, and he snapped his head at her. She weakly pointed at the pocket knife.

“Can…can I have it?”

He felt his eyes well up with tears so he bit his tounge, slowly nodding. He handed her the knife, closing her palm around the handle. She softly smiled, wincing at the movement. He took a deep breath and sneaked out of the door, crouched and quickly ran up to the house.

When he got inside, he went straight to the bathroom. Where else would he keep that sort of shit. He scanned the whole place, roughly opening all the cabinets. When he swung open a small shelf, the dirty mirror glued to the door shattered when it hit the wall.

“FUCK!” he screamed, quickly scanning the inside for anything resembling a first aid kit.

Nothing.

He kicked a hole through a wooden drawer under the sink with a furious growl, stomping out of the bathroom. The only thing in the house that seemed useful was an almost empty bottle of Stolichnaya that sat on the counter. He scoffed at it, loudly cursing again and took a big pint glass from a shelf, filling it with cold water.

He grabbed the vodka bottle and stumbled out of the house, trying to stealth around the walls and back into the shed. When he opened the door, his heart dropped for a split second, his brain conjuring a picture of Maia’s limp body laying on the ground.

When he blinked, he saw her sitting on the same spot he left her, her breath more steady than before. She slowly looked at him, her corners trying to curl into a soft smile. He sighed with relief and dropped to his knees, handing her the glass.

“Careful…” he whispered as he put it to her mouth and tilted it. She filled her mouth and softly pushed his hand away. She turned her head to the side, moving the water through her cheeks with a pained expression and then spat it out.

“Ugh. No teeth fell out, that’s a plus.” she weakly breathed out and looked back at him.

His dark eyes didn’t make her head spin anymore, now they shrowded her brain in a blissful haze. He didn’t chuckle, didn’t move a muscle, focusing on not letting his anger take over him.

“Hope this will be enough.” he muttered, furrowing his brows and scooting a bit closer to her. She never left his eyes, relishing the warm feeling they gave her. He cautiously moved his hands closer to her torso, taking the soft fabric of her Hellfire t-shirt into is fingers.

“May I?” he raised his eyebrows a bit. She had no idea what he was going to do, if he wanted to undress her, touch her, she didn’t care. She just slowly nodded and kept gazing into his eyes. He nodded back, folding the fabric a bit and ripped off a piece of the shirt, his rings grazing her abdomen sending a shiver down her spine. He then soaked the white cotton in the water that stood next to him and raised his hand to Maia’s face.

“I gotta clean you up first, okay? It’s gonna hurt, halfling.” he had to concentrate on whispering while he wanted to scream his vocal chords away. She stopped him for a second.

“Could you…turn it up a bit?” she softly pleaded, nodding towards the barely audible radio.

He reached for it, turning a knob just a tiny bit so she would hear it better.

Head Over Heels.

The melody reached her ears just as Eddie pushed the cold cloth to her nostrils, wiping away the dry blood as carefully as he could. This up close she saw every twitch of his eye, every freckle on his cheeks, every small wrinkle…

As he lowered the cloth closer to her mouth, she started squirming in pain and when he got to cleaning the skin around her split lip, she wheezed a bit, shutting her eyes forcefully. Eddie sobbed a little bit, clearly holding back tears.

“I know sweetheart, I know…just a little bit more. We’re almost done.”

He shakily exhaled, dipping the cloth in water again and wiped her chin, her soft whimpers mixed with sweet synth a cruel cacophony to his ears. He went down her neck, he imagined how much blood must’ve gushed out to get on her t-shirt as well.

She sighed with relief, thinking the torture finally ended and got lost in the music for a few seconds. Then she heard him open the vodka bottle.

“How very Munson of you, drinking right now.” she raised her eyebrows a bit and tried to smile.

He didn’t chuckle, he just reached to his back pocket and took out his black handkerchief, tilted the vodka bottle and poured the small amount of liquid that was inside on the fabric. Her eyes widened.

“Nononono, you said we were done.” she whined, letting a few hot tears fall down her cheeks. He had to stop for a second to bite his lip so it wouldn’t shiver as much. He looked up at her and his heart broke to countless pieces at the sight of her.

Her beautiful elven features were scrunched in desperation, the eyes that were usually twinkling with mischievous stars were now squinted with pain and fear.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, we have to do this. I have to clean it.” he slowly approached her but she squirmed and backed away from him a bit. He cleared his throat to stop his voice from shaking.

“Just hold onto my hand, okay? You’re doing amazing, I just need you to hold on for a few more seconds, yeah?” he encouraged her with nods and after a few sobs, she nodded back at him, closing her eyes.

She reached for his hand and dug her nails into it when he touched her lip with the alcohol. He was showering her with affectionate praises she would’ve blushed at under different circumstances. She just couldn’t hear them now through the loud thumping in her ears, pain shooting through every nerve in her body. He brought her attention to him only after he caressed her cheek with his cold rings, eyes full of tears.

“You did so well, halfling, you’re okay now, you’re safe.” he softly whispered, letting the tears spill over.

He was lying. They were not safe. They were as far from safe as they could be.

But a well placed lie is sometimes the only option.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫

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