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wonderlandwalker · 6 days

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Adventure Unlocked | Eddie Munson x Reader

Stranger Things Masterlist / Inbox

Summary: You unexpectedly figure out a new kink Eddie has and plan the perfect moment to test it out

Content Warnings / Tags: Smut, 18+, porn with very little plot, PnV

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Once again not proofread but I haven't had much time to write recently so still wanted to post this. Got the idea from a request @urhoneycombwitch read and couldn't get it out of my head so here's my take on it.

It was supposed to be just another day at Eddie's trailer, a study date like the two of you regularly had, where you would try and catch up on reading and Eddie would do anything but. Except dates with Eddie were rarely like they were supposed to be, and today wasnt an exception. He was sitting at his desk, working on a new campaign while you sat at the bed with your books spread out, trying to concentrate but inevitably reading the same paragraph over and over again.

“Can you hand me the folder from the nightstand please?” You weren’t listening, not really anyway, only humming in respone, causing him to call out once more.

“Sweetheart, hand me the notes.” He was more assertive now, his tone of voice deeper in order to capture your attention, and it worked.

“Yes sir.” It was meant as a quip, as banter the two of you were so used to, but Eddie’s head shot up the moment you said it. You noticed the blush creeping up on his neck as his mouth was slightly opened, eyes staring into yours. And just as quickly as it had happened, it was gone. A small cough to recover his composure and his focus back on his writing, but you still caught his glance everytime he looked in your direction, still noticed the manner in which he fidgeting wirh his pen. You had noticed, and there was no turning back now.

"Eddie" he only hummed in response to your inquiry, not daring to make eye contact just yet

"Eddie, look at me" he was slow to comply, nervous about your response, because Eddie wasn't stupid, the cat was out of the bag now.

"Does that turn you on?" Still hesitant, he moved his head up once more, not realising how much closer You had gotten to him by now, but the moment he looked at you, all his worries disappeared, because your expression was soft, there was a twinkle in your eyes that he could only describe as exited, and the way your pupils were dilated told him he wasn't the only one into this.

"Yeah" it was barely a whisper, a confession he didn't think he'd be making, so delicately given because he knew you would never crush it.

Just as you were leaning in to connect his lips with yours, the front door opened, and Wayne shouted to inform you he had gotten home from work, having picked up dinner for the three of you on his way, so you decided to put a pin in your new discovery.

The next days came and went as the both of you were busy trying to keep up with life, and Eddie didnt push the subject, perhaps worried it was not something you were comfortable with, but little did he know he only needed to wait a little bit longer, because you had been planning. Planning the perfect moment to continue where the two of you had left off, and right now while you were at the hellfire club is where it all came together,

He looked at the clock above the door and back to you, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion.

“Where is everyone else?” They were never late, always so eager to get started they wouldn’t dare miss anything.

“I told them we’re starting a bit later today” Your tone was nonchalant, and it threw him off further.

“Why would you tell them that?” He looked so cute while thinking so hard, trying to trace back the day to figure out what had warrented this.

“Because I have some other plans first.” You had pushed your chair back, walking over to where he was sitting.

“What are you talking about” He was still very much in the dark, not quite catching on to pitch in your voice dropping ever so slightly.

“Don’t you have a quest for me?” You were standing in front of him now, supporting yourself on the arm rests of his throne, he was getting flustered with how close you were, fidgeting from his clueless nature.

“I didn’t prepare any new adventures.” He looked up into your eyes as you leaned down closer to whisper in his ear.

“I’m sure you can think of one, dungeon master.” You could feel his body shudder from how close you were, and as you leaned back you saw his pupils dilate.

“Do you mean-”

“Yeah” That’s all it took for him to understand, because he immediately took the opportunity to capture your face in his hands and kiss you with all the might he had. You’re sure he could have simply kept doing that all night, but you had other plans. So you started to trail kisses down his neck, paying extra attention to the pulse point right underneath his ear that you knew made him grow weak every single time, he was putty in your hands, and that’s exactly how you liked it.

After a little while you lowered yourself to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes. You could see him struggling to keep his eyes open as you palmed him through his trousers, already hard from the idea alone. He wasted no time in shimmying out of them as you tugged at the fabric, letting it pool around his ankles.

You didnt waste any more time taking his dick into your hands, stroking him slowly as you watched his head fall back and hit the back of the chair, but that was the last thing on his mind right now.

“Baby please” it was closer to a whine then it was to a question, and it turned you on just the same. You looked up at him once more, the tension causing him to catch your gaze before you spoke.

“Why don’t you make me?” It was a challenge, one he wasnt about to turn down. It only took one more look into your eyes, seeing the calmth behind them, before he complied. He raked his hand through your hair, twisting it in order to get a grip as he pushed your head down towards where he needed you the most. You were more than happy to comply, using your tongue in a sloppy attempt to keep up with the rhythm in which he was pushing down your throat. Eddie’s size had always been hard to take, but with practise and patience you had gotten better at it, breathing through your nose now as he hit the back of your throat, causing a slight gag from you which in turn made him realised a loud moan of your name as he leaned back into his throne.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” It was sweet, how he could be so out of his mind and still remind you, still praising you.

His grip faltered and you took it as a sign to double your effort, taking him deeper until your nose nestled against his pelvic bone, making you gag against him. A borderline sinful moan left him at the feeling, and as you were about to prepare yourself for the feeling of his cum sliding down your throat, he pulled you off him. For a split second you wondered if something was wrong, but the moment you met his eyes and saw the raw lust radiating in them, you knew what was about to happen.

“I need to be inside of you sweetheart, sit on my lap” This was the Eddie you had been trying to lure out, and you wouldnt dare let him ask twice.

So you got off your knees and as you stood up his hands found the backs of your thighs, pulling you into his lap. His mouth attached itself feverishly to your neck, sucking bruises you’re sure would be visible for days, not that you’d mind. His hands were everywhere now, roaming over your ass and finding their way underneath your shirt as he took your nipples between his fingers and tugged at them, causing you to arch your back, leaning further into him.

“Does that feel good baby” His tongue was still hot on your skin, and the question was muffled by your own body, not daring to lean away from him. All you could do was moan out his name, desperate for him to continue. But right after you did you felt a sting on your ass as one of Eddie’s hands was now massasiging the flesh and his other found its way under your chin, tilting your head to look at him.

“That’s not what you call me now is it.” His tone had dropped an octave, and it was driving you insanel. “I’m sorry.. sir” Immediatly a grin appeared on his face.

“Much better sweetheart.” he moved his head in order to be able to attach his lips to the upper part of your breasts, every once in a while using his teeth to nip at the flesh there. In the meantime his hands made their way back under your skirt, kneading your inner thighs as he inched closer and closer to where you needed him the most.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to touch me.” He looked up from where his mouth had made its home, a gleam in his eye that you werent sure you should feel worried or excited, but it sent a thrill down your spine nonetheless.

“I’m already touching you.”

“That’s not what I mean.”

“Then what do you mean, hm” His fingers trailed closer to your core as they slipped your underwear to the side, sliding over your folds, teasing you.

“You’re so wet for me already, is this where you need me honey”

“Please-” He kissed you as one of his fingers entered you, his thumb tracing slow circles on your clit as he swallowed your moans.

“That’s it princess, think you can handle another?” You wanted to answer him, but all you could do was nod as he looked at you expextingly, reconnecting your lips in a searing kiss the moment he added another finger, crooking them and causing you to cling onto him, your nails leaving faint scratch marks on his shoulders.

But as the feeling started to build he removed his fingers from inside of you, not leaving you empty for long as you could feel his hard dick at your entrance, pushing all the way inside with one thrust. It always made you feel so full to have him inside of you, and this time was no exception, the way he was stretching you feeling so good.

“Fuck, you’re taking me so well, perfect for me.” His breathing had become laboured, and the way he was already ruthlessly thrusting up in you you figured he wouldn’t be lasting long either.

“Need you to cum for me sweetheart, think you can do that?” Once again all you could do was whine as your head rested on his shoulder, hoping he knew you well enough to know what you needed.

“Fucking you so good you can’t even talk anymore. Don’t you worry, I’ll take good care of you.” He found your mouth in a slow kiss, much different than the ones before, now he took his time, exploring with his tongue and silencing all the pleas that left you. The moment his long fingers found your clit you were a goner, all that built up tension and pleasure toppeling over as you came undone around him, your walls spasming and gripping him even tighter, etching Eddie towards his orgasm as well.

“Shit baby, where do you want me-”

“Inside, need you to cum inside of me” That’s what did him in, he didnt waste another second as he pushed his hips into you, his cum painting your walls as he let out more profanities.

For a minute the two of you sat there, with him still inside of you as he traced gentle patterns onto your back with his fingertips, his face nestling into your hair as he basked in your presence.

“We’re definitely doing that again.” His matter of fact tone made you giggling, causing him to squeeze his arms around you in a tight hug

“Whatever you say, dungeon master” His eyes immediately grew dark again at the title, looking down at you with that glimmer you loved to see.

“Careful what you say sweetheart, I can go another round right now” Just as he was about to prove it to you, a series of loud knocks came from the door. “Why is the door locked, are you guys in there?” Dustins voice rang from the hallway, and Eddie started to get up in order to let them in.

You got up in order to move to the chair next to him, but just as you were about to sit down Eddie grabbed you by the hips as he sat down in his throne, positioning you to sit on his lap as you got started on today's session. As you were playing his cum started to drip out of you and onto his leg underneath your skirt, and from the way he started squirming you knew he noticed as well, telling you this definitely wasn’t over yet.

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yeoosaangg · 7 months

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Church || Kinktober - Day 15

pairing ▸ na jaemin × f!reader

now playing ▸ church - chase atlantic

⤷ ❝and i'll keep leading you on if you keep leading me into your room.❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, situationship, smut, angst

warnings ▸ mirror sex, fingering, marking, praise, choking, breeding kink

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Everyone in your new town warned you - do not get involved with Na Jaemin.

It was odd to be told that right out the gate, but you complied. It was a small town, with one university for the locals to attend if they wish to remain in familiar territory.

You chose this college because it's where your mom grew up. She passed away last year and you wanted to fulfill her wishes of seeing the place.

Your dad wasn't enthusiastic in moving there, but he'll do what your mom said because he still loves her.

And when you met a few people, they'd tell you about everyone's business. Literally.

The head cheeleader? Sleeping with the football coach.

The football captain? Sleeping with the music teacher.

Na Jaemin? Stay away from him.

You listened to your new friends for a while; you did not want to be a part of the drama. But because you were "fresh", you had caught his attention next.

Jaemin: One date. I swear you won't regret it.

Y/n: No thanks. Have a nice day.

He didn't give up until you finally cracked. He took the opportunity to approach you when he found out your friends didn't have classes for the day.

Jaemin: I'm serious, let me take you on a date.

This time around, you caved - only to get him to back off!

But after the one date, you both couldn't stay away from each other. You, because he made you feel alive. Him, because you're the perfect little fuckdoll.

Every other girl in that town was so eager to sleep with him, he did it to shut them up and never go back.

But you, wow you couldn't have been more perfect. A virgin willing to let him teach you how to please him? Why would he ever say no to that?

And then the inevitable happened - you fell in love with him.

You knew, by the caution of others, that he wasn't one for commitment. He'll fuck a girl once and never go back. But you felt special because he did come back. Multiple times, in fact.

Everytime you'd bring up a possible relationship, he shuts it down and distracts you with his kisses.

You couldn't take it anymore and decided cut him off if he wasn't going to take you seriously.

Jaemin: C'mon, angel. Don't throw us away.

Y/n: There is no us, Jaemin. You made sure of that.

And you kept your word. You stopped seeing him in secrecy, occupying yourself with your studies. You even met a guy who makes you laugh and feel important.

And Jaemin made a fool of himself by picking a fight with him during one of the lunch breaks.

Juyeon: What the fuck is your problem, dude?

Jaemin: You're my fucking problem, Lee Juyeon. Stay the fuck away from Y/n.

Juyeon: Why should I? Because she agreed to go on a date with me after rejecting you for months?

Jaemin: She's mine. I don't fucking share.

Juyeon: She's no one's property, Na. No wonder she hates you.

That set Jaemin off. He doesn't even know what he's doing, all he knows is he's angry and Juyeon's his target. Lefts and rights collide onto his jaw, drawing blood.

It wasn't until he heard your voice that he finally stops beating the man to a pulp.

Y/n: What the fuck is wrong with you?

Jaemin: Baby, I can expl-

Y/n: Shut up. Just stay the fuck away from me.

You crouch down, helping Juyeon to his feet. You were going to accompany him to the infirmary, but Jaemin wasn't having it.

You yelp when he lifts you off the ground, making his way out of the dining hall and out to the student parking lot. He opens his car and makes sure to put your seatbelt on.

You try to get out, but the door stays locked. Did he child proof it? Such an asshole.

All your friends were in distress as they saw you trying to get out. Jaemin drives off in the direction of his apartment that no one knew belongs to him.

No one except you.

Y/n: Jaemin, please. Just forget about me.

Jaemin: You're fucking crazy if you think I'll listen to that stupid request. I don't want other men touching what's mine.

Y/n: I'm not yours.

Jaemin: Why do you keep saying that? I'm the one that took your virginity, first kiss, first everything! That makes you mine.

Y/n: No, it doesn't. It just means I trusted you at the time.

Jaemin: You don't trust me now?

Y/n: Not with the way you're acting.

If you weren't looking at him, you'd miss the tears streaming down his face.

He never cries.

Jaemin: Baby, please don't say things like that. It hurts to hear you say you don't trust me.

Y/n: Why are you crying? You don't even care about me the way I needed you to.

Jaemin: I want to.

What?

Jaemin: I want to care about you that way, but I don't know how. You're the first girl I've ever felt something more with than just lust. And it fucking terrifies me. But when you left? I felt like I was dying, angel.

This can't be happening right now.

He pulls into the apartment complex's parking garage, and both of you just sit in silence until he speaks up.

Jaemin: Please don't leave me.

Y/n: I can't keep doimg this with you, Jaemin.

Jaemin: Why not?

He looks so sad, an emotion he never displays. You don't want to give in, in case it's all an act.

Y/n: You don't like me that way, Jaemin.

Jaemin: And how would you know that?

You don't, but if he did he would've asked you out when you voiced your affection.

Jaemin: Come upstairs with me. I'll show you that I'm serious about this.

You should've known better than to listen because now he has you on our knees in front of a large, full length mirror.

Jaemin: Remember that conversation we had when we started this?

Y/n: How could I forget?

He asked you what your biggest fantasy in bed was, so you naturally replied with the truth - to be fucked in front of a mirror.

He never gave you that fantasy back then, just stored the information for later.

Your breath hitches when he starts to undress you.

He pauses a bit when he senses your hesitation. Despite his past actions, he meant everything he said on the way there.

Jaemin: Do you want this?

Y/n: Yes.

Jaemin: Are you sure?

Y/n: I want to see if you're telling the truth.

He tries to smile, but it just falls.

He knows it's going to take a lot more than just fucking you to show that he's serious about you. He'll gladly spend months, even years, proving himself to you.

Jaemin continues to undress you, touching everywhere with such tenderness. He usually gets straight to the point and fucks you dumb.

But this wasn't just any rendezvous hookup, you're his everything. And he wants to show you that.

He starts fondling your breasts, using his fingers to stimulate your nipples.

You hate how his touch instantly relaxes you. You don't want to admit it, but you've missed him.

Jaemin: I've never had someone consume every part of my mind, body, and soul the way you have, princess. But, fuck, I don't want that to stop.

Y/n: Really?

Jaemin: Mhm. I can't lose you again, baby. I was already feeling crazy this time around. Next time, I fear I'll do something reckless.

Y/n: You think there'll be a next time?

Jaemin: I have to be realistic. This is all new to me, and I'm bound to make mistakes. But I hope you can find it in your heart to see that I'm trying. For you.

You lay your head against his shoulder, grinding down on his clothed erection.

Y/n: We'll figure it out if the time comes. For now, show me that you mean what you're saying.

He nods, kissing you deeply as his hand travels down to your clit. A moan falls passed your lips - right next to his ear - from finally being touched.

He slides his finger up and down your folds, loving the way your eyes are trained at the mirror. He can see you biting your bottom lip at the sight.

He shoves two fingers inside, making you choke on your moan. He just pumps his fingers rapidly, eventually adding another.

Jaemin: Keep looking, baby. Want you to see how gorgeous you look when you cum for me.

He starts painting your neck with lots of dark marks, staring at you through the mirror. You cum all over his fingers and the floor.

Jaemin: Beautiful.

You watch yourself catch your breath, a smile curling at the corners of your lips. That was so hot, you want more.

He undresses himself, and then positions himself right behind you. He hooks his arm to both of yours, lining his hard cock to your pussy.

Jaemin: Do not look away. Want you to see just how much of a goddess you are when I fuck you. Can you do that for me, angel?

You nod, wiggling your ass so he can put it in already.

He chuckles, bottoming out with no hesitation. He knows you can take his big size perfectly.

You watch yourself ceumble as his thrusts get rougher and slower. He wants you to feel his cock stretching your gummy walls - and, fuck, do you feel it.

Jaemin: You look so pretty taking all of my cock, princess.

He reaches around to hold you by the throat, letting go of your arms in the process. You scream, cumming again from the sensitivity.

He doesn't stop ramming his dick into you, loving the way your face is contorting to one of pure pleasure.

The way he's choking you forces the eye contact you have to make through the mirror. You love the way he's also moaning along with you - usually he grunts quietly.

Jaemin: You're doing so good, baby. Love the way your cunt begs for my cock. Did you miss me, too?

Y/n: So much!

It was hard to speak with his hand around your throat, so a short and simple answer will suffice. He didn't mind, though - your eyes tell him everything.

Jaemin: You want to cum again, don't you? Go ahead, love. Cum all over my cock.

It was like his words activated another orgasm. You can feel your essence dripping down your thighs and onto his.

You feel him fill you up, moaning as the warm liquid paints your gummy walls.

But he still wasn't done.

He pushes your head down onto the ground, chin up so you can still see yourselves.

Jaemin: Gonna get you pregnant, angel. Fill you up so no other man thinks he has a chance with you. They're gonna see how happy we are and get jealous.

You moan, clenching around his cock. You honestly love that idea more than you should.

Jaemin: You like that, don't you princess? Then I'll make it happen.

He continues to pound your pussy, the position allowing him to fuck you deeper than ever. He just abuses your hole until you're filled with three loads of his kids.

He kisses your shoulders, winking at you while his hips smack against your ass.

Jaemin: Look at you falling apart, baby. Think you can cum for me one more time?

Y/n: Mhm.

You can't even speak anymore with how good his cock is opening you up. You both cum one last time, staying in the position until he can properly pull out.

Jaemin: Keep your ass up. Don't want to watch anymore cum escape.

All you could do was listen because your body was twitching from getting fucked dumb by him.

He comes back and gently inserts a plug in your cunt, kissing in between your thighs to help distract you.

Jaemin: I'm running a bath. I'll take good care of you, my princess.

You just let him carry you into the bathroom.

He doesn't get in the tub with you, choosing to focus on you instead. He washes your hair and body so delicately, you'd think he was handling glass.

Y/n: Is it too soon to say the L word?

He freezes for a moment before he smiles at you.

Jaemin: Yeah. But I'll let you know when we can, okay?

Y/n: Okay.

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a/n: yeah, i jinxed myself. gonna go sleep (,,•﹏•,,) thanks for reading ‹𝟹

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superkitten-poison · 9 months

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Richarlyson's apology letter to Forever

Richas wasn't wearing full armor (like Forever always tells him to) and almost died yesterday, so he wrote him an apology (translated):

"OK 0_0 Oh my god I'm so nervous, I'm gonna write it down in my book so it's easier :D

Before anything, pai [dad], yesterday I almost died a couple times, and after we talked, once more, it wasn't my day, huh? KKKKKK

After that, me, pai Felps, Pom and the tios talked in my room and Pom was so worried, I didn't really understand why...

After that (this sentence is gonna be kinda funny), tio Bad took me to the cemetery. I had already seen that place, with memorials for my siblings, I leave flowers for them everytime I pass by there and I wonder if they still watch me from above, like I said to pai Felps... with time I stopped believing, you know? 0_0

That the stars are there in the sky, at night, to protect me and cheer me on, it's been a long time since I haven't heard these things...

I miss those stories...

It's been a while since I'd been this scared of dying... I stay awake for so long... and for that I see a lot of things... and I get attached a lot as well... but if I can make it to the end, and leave this island, with my tios, my friends, my siblings, with my pais, with you pai, will I be safe? That scares me, that scares me so much that I always thought it'd be better that if something happens, something inevitable, that I enjoy myself until then, you know? That I face the danger head on, that I feel things, that I use my resources because that's what makes them so valuable, that I accompany who I love in their adventures, and that if I don't make it, I will have left a little bit of myself in everybody. And those memories stay in every block, every conversations, every plaque I left, every 'good night' I learn in a new language :D

I'm sorry I stopped listening to you pai, I don't want to distance myself... but the pressure of always being here, at every moment just being such a fragile presence that it scares anybody around me.. I have fun when we're silly, take some risks, I hate being the reason my little sister carries in her hands what she says is 'to survive', do what she can to help 'survive', when the times I most got to see her living was when we played with Dapper, when we went out me and her alone, had fun, swam in lava, drove a boat, took photos with no armor on and ate cake. But I also don't want to be the reason to see her cry, because I was seconds aways from leaving without saying goodbye.

I'm sorry pai, do you promise you forgive me?"

Screenshots of the original letter under the cut

#qsmp #forever player #favela five #qsmp richarlyson #richarlyson the egg #chorando

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ihugzminseo · 1 month

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needed me. pjh x reader. part I.

pairing : toxic!gf!jihyo x afab!reader

synopsis: 5 years. 5 years of hell to you, 5 years of sadism to her. 5 whole years, you and jihyo have been on and off. why? she's toxic. it's completely insufferable the way she treats you, because she just treats you so badly. that is, outside of bed. god, she's so good in bed. but the on and off is too much, so you decide to leave her. for all. as you said the previous three times. so, you inevitably come crawling back, because you both know deep down, you need her.

warning : non-idol au, unnie!jihyo (jihyo is 27, reader is 25), slight s&m, possessive!gf!jihyo

word count : 0.7k

a/n : this is the first (of many) songfics!! this fic is heavily inspired by needed me by rihanna (hence the title ykyk);

to feel a little more, and give a little less. know you hate to confess, but baby, ooh, you needed me.

disclaimer : this fic has been on the brain for a while, but PLEASE, for the love of all things sacred, do NOT by any means depend on a partner, especially one that's toxic. speaking from experience, it crushes you. seek the help needed, and do not lean on them. at all. this is a work of art, and does not depict any real life instances.

october 2nd. today would've been you and jihyo's five year anniversary. and hypothetically, it is. because this is the day you two got together. for the first time. you weren't fond of college, so you applied for a part time job as a boutique assistant. you've worked at this boutique for nearly eight years, and jihyo was a fairly frequent customer. from her long dark hair, to her big doll-like eyes, to her sweet-as-honey voice, you were in love.

you could go on and on about what you loved about her. her hair looked so healthy, you hated big eyes but godthey suited her so well, her figure was everything you aspired for, her style was top tier but most of her clothes were from the boutique you worked at anyways, her voice was so sweet sounding it drove you crazy. and most of all, she always came directly to your register. not your coworkers, you. and god forbid you were out one day, she'd have another one of your coworkers hold whatever she was planning to check out that day and she'd come back when you came back.

it seemed like the people around you could sense the chemistry between you and jihyo before either of you even sensed it yourself. jihyo had only been shopping there for four or five years, but she was so inclined to walk right over to you, as if she'd known you since day one. and a stranger would think you had on really tacky makeup with the way you blushed everytime she came around.

the two of you initially only engaged in small talk, but that led to the two of you having genuine conversations while you checked her out, like you were two best friends meeting over coffee. and she was just such a sweetheart, it damn near hurt.

she'd smile and nod while you spoke, pretty long lashes batting against her cheekbones when she blinked. and when she spoke? you could listen to her forever. she spoke slowly, almost sensually, and that smile she'd had while on the receiving end of the conversation never faded. she would "unintentionally" touch your hand while handing you her card, feeling the rough prongs of all your rings against her soft hands.

and one day, she slid you something while you took her card. a sheet of paper. "call me? XXX-XXXX-XXXX ♡" . didn't even take you a second to reread it, just a glance up mimicking her sweet smile and a mouthed "you got it".

in all honesty, you hadn't really expected her to pick up. you'd expected to listen to that eardrum-bursting ringing sound for the next 20 seconds before you were eventually told to leave her a message. but, it was definitely a bit of a shock to hear that honey-like voice answer the call with a "aww, you remembered to call?". her voice was much raspier than usual, and she tripped over her words trying to say 'remembered'. jihyo was drunk, very obviously drunk at that.

"jihyo, you sound drunk. really drunk. are you alright?" did it feel right outwardly asking that? no, but it was on your mind so you did. what wasn't on your mind was hearing "you don't question your elders, y/nnie. im not drunk." three things. one, you could hear the slur in her voice. two, she was a really bad liar. three, elder? she didn't look much older than you, so you hadn't thought to address her as such.

"elder? jihyo we look the same age." was all you could get out. jihyo was charismatic, but understanding what she said was like a rubik's cube. "i can just tell im older than you, im 27 y/nnie. and you look younger than i do." oh. 27. like you'd thought, she's barely older than you. 2 years was not that much of a difference, but it must've counted for something to the pretty drunkard on the other end. "i see. jihyo, im 25 though. you're like, barely older than i am."

should've stopped talking earlier. wayyy earlier. as you learned, jihyo didn't really like being proven wrong.

"so? im still older, even if it is 2 years. so be respectful." her voice was still raspy but now it sounded like she was almost snarling at you. god, you would've hung up right then and there if you knew what your misplaced quick wit and her very well hidden sadism would do to you. because it did barely anything, if anything at all, right.

#ihugzminseo #dom!idol #twice smut #twice imagines #jihyo imagines #jihyo is mother #dom!twice #dom!jihyo #dom!jihyo imagines

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aechii · 1 year

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₍⁠₍ GOOD LUCK CHARM ₎⁠₎

{read part 2}

PAiRiNG ?! childhoodfriend!kylian x black!femreader

GENRE ?! romance , angst if you have 30/30 vision

SYNOPSiS ?! based on the prompt "you still wear that little bracelet i made you?" "it's like my good luck charm.." by @novelbear because i need fuel rn haha 😞

A/N ?! i was listening to infrunami by steve lacy while writing this, if it's too fluffy im sorry blame him. i think i need to stop writing in 2nd person pov cos it's NOT IT. so yh, this isn't good BUT i feed my consumers so yuuuuurp, HERE YOU GO 💀

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if someone had told 8 year old you that your friendship with kylian, in all its deep-rootedness and proclamations of 'forever's, would meet its demise just short of your 17th birthday, you would've cackled like the wicked witch of the west herself, bearing your gapped teeth in complete humour.

your bond was imperishable, derived from unyielding interlocked hands and taut, warm hugs that you longed to ever drown into. everybody knew, if kylian was there, you would be stood right beside him as if you were his right hand man- no, but you were.

his second mother, you were called; as sweet as he was, he was hardheaded and stubborn, and there was never a week that didn't go by where you weren't, even as young as you were, chastising him for having an unrelenting mouth or fisted hands. it was his nature, no matter how much you told him to stop and he vowed that he would, but it made him, kylian, so really and truly, there was nothing that could be done.

as you both matured, entered highschool with newfound tribulations that you swore you would conquer together, you began to realise that maybe, he had priorities that, inevitably, meant that your time together was diminishing. it was glaringly palpable, to him, to you, and everyone that was on the outside looking in.

but you could see just how much he tried balancing the two. football and you, occupied so much space in his life that dropping one would leave a gaping intrusion, begging to be whole again. so, after evening training, you two found yourselves basking in the soft buzz of the 20th hour within the confinement of your room, music droning in the back with a gentle hum. it was times like this that made you appreciate kylian; just a growing boy from bondy, fighting to make a name for himself in something he loved so much, yet still had time for you. his other half, as he called you. it made your heart swell everytime.

"kylian, i swear, if you've taken the last é-"

he was quick to defend himself, "look! i took e not é." he showed you the small bead and you hummed in approval. he rolled his eyes, "always quick to accuse me of shit."

you gasped, taking a pillow and throwing it his head. he screeched, quick to rip it off him.

"no swearing, you know that! my mum's gonna hear you."

he looked down, noticing that his efforts had been chewed and spat right back out, "[y/n], you ruined my bracelet!"

you shrugged, continuing yours, "sorry, not sorry."

his glare was evident in your peripheral and you tried to hold back your laugh.

"if this is so funny to you," he threw the empty threaded strand unto the carpet, "i'm not doing it anymore."

he knew he had gotten to you as he noticed your eyes widen, stopping the task at hand.

"bro! i'm not gonna have one then, that's not fair!"

he snickered, "should've thought about that first." his arms were crossed, smirking.

you debated whether or not to stop and leave you both bracelet-less, or sacrifice your dignity and apologise. in the end, the latter ruled the verdict; this was something cute that you both hadn't done in a while, and this ocassional get together was supposed to be fruitful.

"fine, i'm sorry."

he grinned, picking up the string once again to begin his, "there you go, wasn't that hard, was it?"

you gave him a look, muttering his words as you mimicked him before saying, "just continue the damn thing."

2 hours later and you were sure enough to say that your fingers were absolutely aching, kylian vocalising his pain. god, were his whines so irritating.

"kylian, please just give me your wrist," you sighed. he shuffled closer to you, arm stretched out. you tied yours securely, making sure to keep the word you had put facing down. you both agreed to make it a suprise.

with his tightly tied to your skin, in which he later had to loosen due to your discomfort, you counted down before sliding them against your wrists to see.

"chef? that's cute," you beamed. it didn't matter that you were younger than him, you were always telling him what to do, and he had always jokingly called you 'boss'.

he smiled back at you, but then it fell as he looked at his, "[y/n]?"

you struggled to hold back your giggles, "what? you don't like it?"

he looked at you from the corner of his eyes, "petit frèrot? really? out of everything you could've used, you used that?"

laughing, you gripped his wrist, turning it to look at it yourself, "it suits you, kylian!"

"i'm not shorter than you anymore," he whined. it was a memory he hated being brought to light; you always had an inch or two on him up until you both hit 14, and somehow, you remained stunted yet he had grown to be a whole head taller than you.

"it's for... memory's sake, ky."

"i don't want to wear it."

you frowned, "don't be stupid, kylian. you're never taking it off."

his tone is indignant, "don't be too sure about that."

+_-

it may be fraying and fuzzed at the edges. it may be fading, colours that were once bright and vivid now ghosted and phantom, but you swore that if it was ever cut off, it would be the end of you too.

yes, you both no longer talked. it was an occurence so vigorously impactful that even your parents had ceased contact because if their kids didn't talk, why should they?

you knew that with the life that kylian had planned for himself, as much you both ignored it, there was no space in it for you. he had to travel to play in clubs that didn't reside within the borders of paris, or even france. your academics strangled you with deadlines and projects that had you begin to fade into the distance of kylian's mind, so he couldn't take the full blame for it. you were the reason why too, and you wished you had fought harder to sustain such a friendship.

no hard feelings were established, you presumed. the drift was gradual and something that couldn't be helped. you knew kylian wouldn't hate you, and he knew you wouldn't either.

you kept your tabs on him, however. he didn't know where you were anymore, hell if you were even alive, but with a name as big as messi's and ronaldo's, you would've been living under rocks if you didn't know how he was fending.

once every few months, you search him up. you would see he was doing well, and you would smile, pained with nostalgia, fiddle with the aging bracelet that seemed to burn its imprint into your skin, and close the google tab. it wouldn't leave your mind for the next few weeks, but you didn't mind. as long as you knew he was okay, then you were too.

+_-

football, as much as it was your ex best friend's, wasn't your forte. you didn't know a single team to name, or a player that wasn't the two infamous rivals, so finding yourself, clad in the white jersey of real madrid was completely unusual nature.

"it'll be fun, [y/n]," your friend had urged. it wasn't the first time kalani had begged you to watch a game of her favourite team, but this time, you decided to give in to her pleas and see for yourself.

"sure," you stated dismissively. you needed these 3 hours to pass as quick as they could, essays weren't going to write themselves.

the stadium atmosphere was suffocating, to be entirely honest. it was filled to the absolute brim with the blue and white opposing colours, to which you had no idea which team the blue was supposed to represent. you were only here for support, not the experience.

you could see the players training and preparing themselves on the pitch, seriousness punctured with banter and playful chasing. it reminded you of kylian again. you smiled at that thought.

then, as if time itself were a blur, kick off had started and instantaneously both team were hungry for the ball. you were, of course, rooting for madrid, and everytime the ball was in their possession, couldn't fight down the urge to scream with passion. it was like football had ignited something deep and buried within you, and it took you back to the days were you were screaming for kylian to score until your voice grew hoarse and dessicated.

+_-

you didn't even support the damned team yet you were completely drunk off victory. won with 2 goals to your name and the smile that had found its way unto your and kalani's faces hadn't left.

in a haze of excitement and thrill, she had left you to go to the toilet. you had no idea where you were, and you thought the safest place to go was back to the entrance.

"fucking hell."

the stadium was bigger than you thought, and with your short memory span, you had found yourself lost. how you couldn't even get the exit was beyond you.

in the distance you heard a cluster of voices, and your brain immediately thought to go in that direction, where there was people, there was help. your steps were hurried, you're sure you looked absolutely frightened out of your mind, and you quickly take the sharp left, colliding into a body.

"oh shit- i'm so sorry," you hurried out apologies. the person in front of you was quick to stop you, "no, no, you're good."

you stilled. age did absolutely nothing to the distinct accent of his. and it's then you drank in the sight of him fully.

"kylian?"

his face morphed into one of familiarity and utter shock, then his eyes widened.

"no way- [y/n]?"

you airily chuckled, still stupified, "in the flesh, ky."

his arms were quick to take you in them, embrace muscled and strong. your arms wrapped around his neck as you swayed from side to side.

a cough from beside you dragged you both back down from your reverie.

"kylian? who's this?" their voice was playful and the man rolled his eyes, grinning widely.

"achraf, this is [y/n], my best friend from early-"

"until you ditched me."

"i did not," he defended.

achraf chuckled, "won't be surprised if he did."

you laughed wholeheartedly, kylian groaning at his two best friends tag teaming against him.

"you two literally just met," his gaze was on you, fully coming to terms with the fact that you were standing right in front of him. no longer 16, but now 8 years later, unrecognisable but in the best way possible.

"how did you get here?" achraf asked, and you grinned sheepishly.

"got lost. i came here with my friend to watch real madrid and she ditched me to go to take a shit or something, i have no idea."

kylian huffed at you revelation, "siding with the enemy, i see. i thought you were my supporter."

you tried not to react to his words, but the growing seansation of butterflies made you feel nauseous.

"suck it up, ky. don't be a sore loser," you jeered, punching him softly in his arm.

he raised and eyebrow, "i guess i'll leave you here."

achraf was quick to deflect it, however, "no you're not. you're going to help this young lady and see her out, kylian," he tutted, "be a gentleman."

you smirked at your best friend, "listen to him, ky. he has wisdom to share."

he kissed his teeth, turning around to walk away. you grabbed his wrist to stop him, "okay, okay, i'm sorry!"

you laugh, squeezing his flesh as you felt something thin line his skin. you looked down and the sight of your sentiment, its state just like yours, left you breathless.

"you still wear that little bracelet i made you?" you couldn't stop smiling.

he looked at you, straight in your eyes as if his following words weren't enough. he needed you to feel the genuineness of it all.

"i could never take it off. it's like my good luck charm."

chef- boss

petit frèrot- little bro

#work de aechii 🫧#kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #kylian mbappe #x black reader #x black fem reader #footballer x reader #footballer x you #football imagines

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auspicioustidings · 5 months

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I AM BACK FOR MORE TEA SHOP

MWAHAHAHAH

Darling has started to get more comfortable with everyone so she starts to act like a brat occasionally. Teasing, snark, poking, the works. But every time she does, everyone just gives a fond sigh and picks her up and just keeps her in air jail. Lost her walking rights

ANON I AM SO SORRY BUT I AM ILL RN SO THIS WAS THE BEST I COULD COME UP WITH T-T

“Put that tongue back in your mouth.”

“Oh I'd listen tae him bonnie, cannae be a brat for big, bad Ghost.”

Hmph. It was hardly being a brat sticking your tongue out at the man who had just traipsed mud all over your nice floors. You knew there was some sort of training happening today, but was it so much to ask he showered and changed before coming here? Johnny had managed just fine. It was almost like Simon had done it on purpose.

“Big, bad messy pup is more like it! I'm going to start making you take your boots off at the door.”

Johnny only grinned as Simon stood so he towered over you, arms crossed. Watching you put a hand to your hip and glower up at him was an absolute treat. If this had been a year ago not only would Simon never have come in here and dirtied up your floors (he was really only doing it to get a rise out of you) but you would never have been up in his face about it. It had been a delight watching how you started to bite back at them, find confidence around them.

“Oh? Go on then sweetheart. Make me.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, not willing to let him win. Fine, you could play. You took the pencil from your apron and held it in front of his face before spinning on your heel to head towards the contract. Johnny howled with laughter seeing where you were headed, clever girl. There was already an added clause in there for Keegan that if he annoyed you he was banned from kisses for a week (not that he ever listened) and Simon had no interest in having something similar in there for him. You never made it of course, he had an arm banded around your waist and your feet off the ground by the time you got close.

“Not about to fall for that one, nice try though.”

You could only huff and stab his arm with the pencil. Bloody stab proof fabric.

–

“Otrod'ye” Nikolai snapped at you.

You weren’t sure what the word itself meant but the tone was enough to know you were in some form of trouble with him. Which you supposed was inevitable given that you and Gromsko had been absolutely insufferable for the past hour. He was teaching you Polish words and you were repeating them back and feigning innocence while you and Nikolai knew he was definitely getting you to say something dirty.

Nik kept trying to cut in, but seeing how it wound him up you had only continued. Gromsko was only too eager to help once he saw that you were doing it on purpose. Everytime you came over with more tea or snacks Nik got grumpier and grumpier about you and Gromsko’s chatting. He had snapped around about when you had giggled and pressed a kiss to the Polish man's cheek in payment for teaching you another word.

“Oh, you haven’t taught me that one?”

Gromsko snickered at that. You were such a fiery little thing when you wanted to be and while he did not get to visit as much as he might like, he always had such a good time when he got to. While he could perhaps have saved you, it was much funnier to just watch as Nik scooped you up with a fond sigh and simply refused to put you down for the next hour.

“Little brats go on naughty step, but this will have to do.”

#mhairianswers #mhairidrabblesteashop

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jaanwangji · 10 months

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You listen to songs a lot, sometimes when you're on the road busy looking this way and that so you don't accidentally step on someone's feet, or get in someone's way. You do that a lot, because you get lost within the space you hold by yourself, so lost that you forget anyone else exists in the world besides you. You don't always mean to seem so selfish, so detached, so...not present, so someone they don't want to be around anymore because you make them feel unloved.

You don't mean to be any of that, but you can't help how you feel too big for your own body sometimes even though you're like not even that tall. Sometimes you feel like you're so big you'd surpass the Eiffel tower twice over, and sometimes so insignificant that even an ant wouldn't look twice at you.

There's something about listening to songs when you're not fully present in the moment, when you're staring out the window of a moving vehicle and wondering when your stop will come but at the same time not really paying attention to your surroundings. (Your stop might've been long gone, but in the present moment, you don't seem to care.)

The song travels through your ears inside your brain, and if you close your eyes you can almost see it swirl around in lavender within the dark corners of your mind: a momentary spark before the void sets in yet again. You think, if I were to take off my earphones, lavender would probably gush out my ears, and perhaps if I shake myself hard enough, they'd travel down my brain beneath my skin in waves lighting up the hair on my skin as they go.

There's something to be said about how everyone looks at you with concern set deep in their features. As if they're just waiting for the pen to drop, for the inevitable glass to shatter, for you to drop down on the floor and never find a way to get up again. There's something in the air that heaves a sigh everytime you laugh around people as if before that everyone was holding their breath, still in fear of setting you off again.

When the same song starts up again, because that's how you consume music, one song at a time, until there's nothing left of the song but static noises in your head that you'll remember once again a decade later and feel an epiphany, the kind you'll never get used to no matter how many times it has happened before.

When the song starts up again, you take a deep breath and you step into the room without looking up at anyone, trying to be discreet as you move, so they wouldn't look at you, so they wouldn't know you're here again, so they wouldn't know how much you need the help.

You find a seat at the very back as usual, you're trying to blend into the wall, but the walls are a bright blue (the kind you really like) and your clothes are black, a stark contrast that makes you uncomfortable, because you stand out. You think, anyone can look here and see me sitting. The thought disturbs you, so you turn up the volume high, so that the music blasts in your ears so loud that they drown any other voices in your head from speaking.

Don't speak tomorrow in the room, you had mumbled into the dark, face smushed in the pillow. Don't come out, I don't want you there. One of them let out a loud scream, so loud it hurt your ears, another laughed in their shirll voice and said, you think you're the boss of us don't you? It seemed like they didn't expect an answer, so you didn't give any, just sinked in deeper into the bed. Just don't talk tomorrow, you heard yourself beg. Let me talk, I promise I'll handle it.

But you always need help, you can never handle anything on your own. If we weren't here, you'd be nothing at all. Not even the things that you pretend to be. (That was the most vicious one of them, who hissed into your ears.)

None of them talked today, none of them came out, just like you told them to, and yet you couldn't talk, couldn't say what you had to say, couldn't utter anything even when you were pinned with the weight of thousand different stares. You stood there like a fool, and sat back down like a loser, because they were right, that's what you are, and that's what you'll always be.

You hear each of them laugh loudly. You can hear them celebrate your failure, a big feast with your head right in the middle so they can eat pieces of it and make you scream in their mouths.

You'd go to bed, just like you do every night, all the while they continue feasting on you, with you, for you but always, always against you.

#writeblr #writing #words #poetry #poem #spilled poem #prose #sadness #quotes #literature #voices in your head #WHT OTHER TAGS DO I EVEN USE #hahahaha i need help btw.#if u like pls rb😔#alphaaz

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stevesbipanic · 1 year

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You know what fic a friend of mine and I we for a long time we were thinking we want like seriously jealous Steve like idk after helping Eddie get back to health, Eddie confess he is gay and that he used to have a crush on Jonathan and idk after that Eddie and Jonathan becoming best friends and Eddie blushing everytime but Steve thinking is because of Jonathan but is actually because Steve and well Steve just being jealous of them and being like oh no man first Nancy now Eddie damn you Jonathan Byers idk if you can do it lol also babes love your work what an absolute legend you are x

Thank you 😊 glad you've been enjoying them, hope I did your request justice.

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Steve thinks he's either cursed or he was still working off karma from his King Steve days.

Jonathan dating Nancy after Steve and her broke up, he got over that, even the cheating part. He understood why that happened and that at the time Nancy deserved someone better than who Steve was. But Steve thought he was better than that now, that he was a better person now, someone who deserved the same happiness.

Jonathan and Nancy had broken up since then, and Eddie had seemed to make it his mission to get Steve back with her. Eventually, Steve had blurted out he was bisexual which had lead to Eddie confessing he was also gay. The boys got closer after that and Eddie trusted Steve when he said he was over Nancy now, they both had a suspicion that she liked their favourite band geek anyway.

Steve's crush on Eddie had been inevitable when he thought about it. He was powerless to falling for the metalhead who was so sweet and caring to everyone and made Steve laugh and forget about the world for awhile. He almost told Eddie too, almost believed Eddie could like him too, maybe love him.

Until Jonathan fucking Byers had waltzed into Eddie's life. When the Byers moved back Jonathan and his new friend Argyle had come too, something about a pizza shop Steve hadn't listened much. But now Eddie was always at their apartment smoking together, or at the trailer together and Steve hated it. Eddie was always blushing around Jonathan too and called him pet names too, Steve had thought that was their thing.

Maybe Jonathan deserved Eddie.

Steve hated seeing them together. When Eddie called him to call off plans to smoke with Jon and Argyle, Steve wanted to cry. When he tried visiting Eddie he was always with Jonathan. It all came to a head when they came into Family Video one afternoon.

"I just think you're misreading the situation, Steve."

"I'm really not, Robs, I was too slow to tell him and now perfect boyfriend Jonathan Byers has swooped in again and saved the curly haired brunette from King Steve."

Robin was going to respond when the front bell rung, Eddie, Jonathan and Argyle coming inside.

"Hey guys!"

"Lady Buckley, please tell me your humble store has new movies these poor stoners can giggle at this evening."

Steve looked away not wanting to see Eddie be cute near Jonathan, didn't want to look at Jon and see the heart eyes he used to have for Nancy but he couldn't help it, Jon looked smitten. Robin was handing over the tapes when Steve couldn't take it anymore and stormed into the back room.

He wrapped his arms around himself, squeezing his eyelids together to try and stop the stinging tears he knew were forming. He heard a knock on the door.

"Go away Robbie, I'll be out in minute."

The door opened anyway. Steve opened his eyes ready to te his best friend to leave again when he saw Eddie standing in front of him, eyes full of worry.

"Are you ok, sweetheart?"

Steve scrunched up his face at that. "Don't call me that, I'm not your sweetheart and I doubt your boyfriend would like you calling me that."

"Boyfriend?"

Before Eddie could say more all of Steve's emotions bubbled to the surface.

"Yes boyfriend, Eddie! I'm not blind I know you and Jonathan are together because you're always blushing around him and you're always hanging out with him and of course you'd choose him over me everyone prefers Jonathan over me. First Nancy and now you, I just thought I deserved to be happy this time but I'm not and Jonathan has come to take another person away from stupid King Steve again—" Steve felt he couldn't breathe properly, everything hurt, it felt like he was back in that bathroom at Halloween again. He was losing the person he loved again and to the same fucking man again.

"Hey, hey, hey, Stevie breathe for me ok, baby?"

Steve didn't have the energy to berate the nickname again, just tried to match his breathing to Eddie's. Eventually he felt the tightness in his chest loosen a bit.

"I'm not dating Jonathan, sweetheart. I think his boyfriend wouldn't appreciate that."

Steve scrunched his face in confusion. Suddenly, things made more sense.

"Oh shit, Argyle?"

Eddie nodded a small smile on his face. "Yes, baby, Argyle. I don't like Jonathan like that anyway even without his boyfriend, they're both just really fun smoking buddies ok?"

Steve nodded. "Sorry I blew up at you."

"Sounded a little jealous, Stevie, is there something you need to tell me?"

Steve bit his lip, no point hiding it now, he'd dug a deep enough hole.

"I'm glad you don't have a boyfriend, but, would you like one?"

Eddie's smile grew, "If you're offering how could I refuse, sweetheart."

Steve leant forward and tentatively kissed Eddie's lips before Eddie moved forward deepening the kiss.

Later they would need to leave the backroom, and face Robin and the boys who had decided to leave them be and rate dumb movies until they were done. Now though, now they could just enjoy being together.

Steve wasn't cursed and he didn't have anymore karma to pay back for his King Steve days, he could finally deserve to be happy. The world could let both Steve Harrington and Jonathan Byers be happy. No jealousy necessary.

#stranger things #this was fun #jealous steve #stranger things s4 #steve harrington #st4 #eddie munson #steddie #jonathan byers #robin buckley #argyle #minor ronance #like so minor #jargyle #but also minor #stranger things season 4 #ficlet #steddie ficlet

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redsaurrce · 2 years

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KINKTOBER SPECIAL

Dune Of Danger

𓈈 Who would get killed between the fight of the good and the evil? No- Who would get killed between the fight of the evil and the more evil?

PAIRING: Yandere Sand artist wizard!Hoseok X Evil fem!reader

GENRE: Magician au, sand wizard artist au, reincarnation au

WARNINGS: SMUT, YANDERE and OBSESSIVE themes, Profanity, kissing, use of sand during sexual intercourse, cumming, p*ssy licking, breast play

WORD COUNT: 2. 7 K

Taglist ꒱ @babyboo22 @theblueslytherin @yansob @apriljoon @xxxbangtanbabexxx @favfanfictsbts @seokjins-luigi @iffyleafy @effielumiere @getoutofthere @luvv2jade @bri-mal @xicanacorpse @emperatris-rinaka @strawberryjimin13 @eddiegirl-86 @jungkookminthairwhen @tornparts @telepathytae @taeisbae13

Evil. Lord created you evil with intentions of killing you by punishing you in the end for your misdeeds. You scoff everytime you think about it, your parents have taught you how to behave, how should the evils behave, the same way their parents have taught them and so on.. it was a lineage, even if it was evil. Even if it was inevitable, no matter how much you didn't like the idea of misleading humans, you always ended up doing it subconsciously.

As if this trait was present in your genes.

So you decided to take your swirl of evilness and direct it towards the bad people instead. For species of your clan, not harming at least one human once a week would make you lose your sanity, you start going insane, you feel your skin getting burned up.

In order to avoid the pain, the evil has to play its role. It was inevitable indeed. You grew up learning these things and at the age of eighteen you were officially assigned the job to mislead people into doing bad things.

And you did, because of you a whole rumor in Incheon spread like a wild fire within the past week- a rumor that there's a witch in the town.

You had your face hidden with a cloak when you heard a camaraderie talking among themselves on the table behind you. "Woah this soju is heaven!" A man said in ecstasy, "Damn it! This is the only thing keeping me sane while my woman is fucking other men when I'm not around." He said as his voice suddenly filled up with remorse.

"And you allow her to do that?" Another man snickered while whirling his tiny glass. "As if! I give her a good beating but she never fucking listens." He exasperated.

Your eyes went wide at the sudden confession. "Nah man maybe she doesn't know how beastly a man can get." A third man piped in, he continued, "if you allow me, let me fuck her too sometime." He winked.

The previous man scoffed, "Why would you do that when you have such a sexy woman as your wife?"

"You find my wife sexy? Dang you sound like you like her or something? How about we sleep with each other's wives for a few nights" With every passing minute their conversation kept on growing disgusting, how dare they think of their wives as some freaking toys?

"This is so unfair, why am I getting missed out?" The third person said pitifully. "I can share mine with you tonight." Another new voice spoke.

Enough! You couldn't hear these douchebags anymore so you stood up and left the bar tent.

Jimin switched on the news channel while he made designs on the pile of sand spread evenly on his wooden table. He used to run a workshop for people interested in sand art every weekends. It was early in the morning when he usually comes at 6 o'clock to clean his workshop then start making art for reference for his students who usually come at 9.

It was 8:43 in the morning currently when he made art while watching the news on the TV.

"Four men around their late thirties have been found hanging in the center square street, police have declared it as a suicide since there are no signs of any external perpetrator. Many locals believe that is the work of the witch who has been going around killing people who are known to be awful. We have a woman who's been the neighbor of one of the victims."

The news reporter passed a mic to a woman who seemed to be in her fifties, "The man who lived upstairs was completely vile, I often heard loud noise of beatings and screams of his wife and whenever he was away, I invited her over to spend some time at our unit. One day the man burst open our door and dragged away his wife harshly. All happening in front of my eyes."

"Haven't you thought of lodging a complaint to the police?" The reporter asked.

"I have but when the police arrived, the couple said there was no problem with them and after the police were gone I heard her scream throughout the night. It really really broke my heart. I have suggested her several methods to escape from him but the man always found her." Tears ran down the lady's cheeks as she remembered the incidents, "He became so delusional that his wife was actually going around cheating on him." She sniffed. "Poor girl, she deserved none of these, I'm actually content that her husband's gone. She can heal now."

Jimin closed the news as he heard the footsteps and faint chatters of his students coming in.

"Hey did you hear about the witch?" Rei whispered among her friends, "Yeah and I totally look upto her. They should call her a fairy instead of witch to be honest." Wonyoung pouted in dissatisfaction.

"Right! Hollywood has romanticized superheroes killing off villains, what about our witch who is actually punishing bad people in real life?" Yuna said while opening her converse to keep on the shoe shelf. Jimin had strictly instructed for no one to enter the art room wearing shoes, it makes the place messier given how they worked with sand.

"Alright everyone, gather around here and observe this sand art." He smiled at his students.

"This art.. " Jimin blinked at Mi-jo's side who felt uncomfortable looking at the artwork.

"What is it Mijo?" He asked. "Why did you draw someone dying?" She asked him.

He had a crooked smile, "Do you see his body getting mixed with the sand?"

She nodded lightly and the rest of his students paid more attention to what he was about to say. "You guys know about zodiac signs right?" Everyone said yes in unison.

He exhaled and began, "Water, fire, earth and air signs.. do you know what's common in all of these?" The students shook their heads at his question.

He had a fade smile, "when you look up, all these signs depend on different constellations but, when you look down at your feet that touches the ground, there's sand. The thing common in all these signs is that no matter whatever the person's sign is.. they are going to return to the very sand one day, without any discrimination." He explained.

Jimin chuckled, "Alright class, let's begin our work."

"But sir we have marble below our feet instead of sand." The rest of the class including Jimin started laughing at Niki's words.

"Hey you get the meaning right, so stay quiet." Chaewon laughed and said.

"Mom I get it that you don't care about me but I'm about to die and I don't even know why, yet how are you so chill about it?" You looked at her in bewilderment.

"WHAT? A death order? What did I do mom?" You were flabbergasted and circled around the table to reach at her side.

"I don't know, a notice came through the mail and told you to visit the wizard's house for any query." Your mother said while reading her book by the fireplace.

"Look, I'm not a human so don't expect any humanly love from me Y/N, I get that your previous life's mother was sweet to you, but I've always been from the evil clan, I don't care if you die or not."

"You are truly evil." You whispered in anger as you clutched the paper of notice and stormed outside.

You went to the building written in the mail and cross checked the address, you were at the right place.

There were some bold letters on the entrance. "Yarel academy? Is the wizard a teacher or something?" You pondered.

You went inside but the rooms seemed empty, that's when you heard something rustle, you quickly went towards the direction of the sound and found a person doing some work. "Excuse me, do you know someone named Seungho here?"

The person looked up, you contorted your eyebrows as you looked at him. Hoseok?

"It's me. Seungho." He looked at you with a spark in his eyes. "Do you need an admission here?"

Seungho? So he played with his name Jung Hoseok a little and made this pseudonym?

You scoffed at him, "Did you summon my death request on purpose?" you raised your left eyebrow. He smiled and looked at you, "Seems like you know me."

"Quit the play Hoseok!" Your words dripped with venom. He looked at your gaze, it was new, it was evil. But that's who you were.

"Woah woah calm down Y/N, blaming others won't take you anywhere." He said with his hands dancing.

His smile grew sinister, "I was afraid you'd have forgotten me, Y/N."

Your eyes twitched, "How could I forget you? You, because of whom I lost my life in Sandezel and has been reborn as the evil- meanwhile you?! You live the same even after being reincarnated once again. You should've been in my place instead."

Your eyes grew narrow and you strided near his table of sand and grabbed him by collar, you looked at his eyes with pure hate, his eyes which had no regret, no shame.

"Did you already forget? You told me to burn down the papers of the head angel saying that it was inked with the devil's blood?" He looked at you intently as you said so.

"But who told you to listen to me?"

"You were the fucking head angel's top most guard. How could I not listen to you?" Hoseok nodded slowly at your reasoning.

"So.. why did you do it? Why did you tell me to do it?" You asked him with wide eyes, you've been waiting for this particular day ever since your memories from your past life have returned, and that was when you were six.

"Did you forget as well already? You refused to be my girlfriend Y/N. If I couldn't have you, it was better for us both to die." He said as he grabbed your hand tightly to remove it from his collar.

"You're unbelievable Hoseok, even after you are reborn as the sand wizard, you still think we can be together. I would rather choose death again, and this time voluntarily. It's better than to be your girlfriend." You said but just then you felt something brush off your hand.

You grinned and looked at him with craze, "No need. Just kill me."

You looked down at your hand which he was still holding, you quickly snatched your hand away in fright.

"Relax, the sand that fell off your skin were just some dead cells of your skin, but you now know well that you evil can't touch a single hair of us sand wizards'. We can turn you into sand anyday, anytime, anyway we want." He grabbed your chin and made you look at him, "And just because I'm not from the evil clan doesn't make me ignorant from the fact that once the evil dies, they are never reincarnated. I'm not telling you to be my girlfriend this time, just sleep with me once.. that'll be enough and I'll hand you over the paper for your request for death." He smirked as he saw your eyeballs shake a little.

He liked it, he liked this aura of yours, it was strangely turning him on, "Don't you want to continue to save a few more victims before you die, Y/N. I'm sure there are more disgusting men out there that you want to kill. You need to live Y/N but- I'm going to kill you."

A tiny tornado of sand started whirling on his palm, "Tell me Y/N, will you give me what I want and survive to save innocent people or rather die in vain?"

You grit your teeth as the memories of the men inside the tent flashed in your memory, "Just one night right? Fine. Just one night and hand me over the paper."

He smiled and ceased the whirl of sand. "Good decision."

You came inside the house he had given you the address of. You opened your magenta colored cloak hanged it on the stand and went to the room he directed you to go through the text message.

You opened the door to reveal him half lying and supporting his head with his folded arm.

The door closed behind you on its own just like the main door.

You opened your shirt and pants and sat beside him.

He ran his hand along your elbow and he back hugged you. You felt his breath tickle the skin of your neck. His hand ran down to your back and he opened your bra, letting it fall. He started kissing your collarbone as he went down and tore your panty.

He kissed your neck with eyes closed, leaving open kisses on your neck then your jaw and then turned you around to face him.

He looked at his palm for a second and a pile of sand gathered in it, he closed his fist and brought it above your chest and let them fall slowly.

The sand particles rolled down your chest, he brought his hand and brushed off your breasts, a little roughly. "I shouldn't let any sand remain on your boobs so that i dont get them inside my mouth later on.. right baby?" You immediately closed your eyes as he picked each sand particle one by one off your boobs and then your nipple in a way that he was pinching them.

He brought his mouth near them and blew some air, "Now they look clean." Then he kissed your boobs and starting sucking one while his hand was busy playing with the other one.

He then came up and deep kissed you for a significant amount of time leaving you breathless so you tried sucking air out of his mouth. He detached and you both pant for air.

"Y/N... here... take this sand and write your name on my chest." He created another pile of sand and gave it in your hands as he laid down and made you sit on his dick letting it enter your vagina.

You thought it was just another demand of Hoseok so you did it without a question.

You leaned down and wrote your name on his chest while you were overwhelmed by the pleasure of his hands working on your ass. Writing your name was simple, anyone can do that even if they had almost no sense left.

He thrusted his dick deeper as you finished writing, it made you arch backwards. He repeated the action until you cummed.

He made you lay down and he went down to lick your pussy. You were so delicious, you were so evil. Everything about you made him crazy for you.

You woke up in the morning to find Hoseok missing from your side but instead there was a file of documents. You quickly sat up and looked at it. Those were the papers of your request and order of your death. You immediately tore them to pieces and burn them using your powers.

Finally you felt liberated.

You got up to leave his home just when you felt something tight in your ankle. You looked down to see a think chain forming and appearing to clutch your ankle. You forcefully tried to break it and also used your spells but it wasn't working out.

Just then Hoseok came and stood at the door. "Hoseok what the hell is this?" He came near and held your hand and you the chain disappearing. "Here, read this document, the breakfast is ready so come quickly." He kissed your forehead catching you off guard and you quickly stepped away. "What the fuck are you insane?!" He smirked and left.

Weird.

You opened the document and read-

"According the Act 578 section D-9 of the Supra Celestial laws, evil and wizard can claim each other by writing their names on each other's chest using water/sand. Once the act is performed they will never become separable, thoughts of leaving the other will result in immediate confinement at the same spot through water/sand chains with which the names were written.

With this act, we, the heaven coordinators and jury give our blessings to Miss Eun Y/N and Mister Jung Hoseok to become inseparable."

You gasped as you read the document, you felt dumbfounded, you felt numb. Last night he made you write your name on his chest and he would've probably done the same while you had no idea.

You felt vulnerable, you felt danger.

He was the dune of danger who now caused a storm in your life.

Hoseok smiled to himself.

TYSM my dandelions of a vast meadow for reading this fic 💖 💗 hope you enjoyed and ofc, ur feedback is HIGHLY appreciated❤ MWAH!!

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backgroundbaker · 7 months

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Sticky: Fic 6 for @remadoramicrofics

Content warning: language and implied references to abortion

Note: Believe it or not, I started this thinking I was going to write a fluffy piece - and this is literally anything but. Sorry! I'm noticing in my own writing, having done it for 6 days now, that this might be a trend. I'm setting myself the challenge of trying to write a few more happy things next week. We'll see...

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He sits on the sofa in the living room, a blanket pulled tight around his shoulders. He's a few days post moon and there's a chill in his body that's lingered on slightly more than it usually would. His hands are curled round a steaming mug of tea, which he brings to his mouth every so often, though every time he has attempted to take a sip, he's found it still too hot. The book that's open in his lap he's only got half an eye on - instead he's listening to his wife as she moves about in the kitchen, baking something - most likely Sticky Toffee Pudding.

Dora is surprisingly good with cooking and baking, despite her clumsiness. She always makes a mess of the kitchen, and inevitably drops a spoon or two, but Remus has always loved the food she makes. Her mum does too, probably because Dora has a similar cooking style to her dad. They used to come round once a week for dinner, before Ted ran off into hiding, but now Andromeda comes over on her own twice a week, sometimes more. At least it keeps them on top of the dishes - a job that wouldn't get done otherwise.

Putting up with Andromeda seems to be one of the few things that himself and Dora can bond over. Without Ted to tamper her down, condescending insults come flying out her mouth unguarded, and no-one is safe from being a target. They both know she doesn't really mean it, but her overly critical comments are still hurtful.

"You're still here, then," everytime he opens the door to her.

"You're not exactly glowing, are you?" aimed at poor Dora one time when she had her head in the toilet.

He even kicked her out early once, when she nearly reduced her daughter to tears with some harsh words about her being unprepared for motherhood. Despite the fact he hated that Dora had been hurt, his heart had soared a little at the genuine gratitude on her face when she looked at him after that. It was the only emotional expression she'd given him, other than cold indifference, for weeks. A guilty part of him thought he would be sad if Andromeda gave up the insults, as he would miss the looks that Dora and him get to share behind her back.

It was obviously his own fault that his marriage had been reduced to two people acting like barely-friendly housemates. He wanted to fix it, badly, but Dora wasn't letting him. He had attempted to come back positively, leading with how excited he was to have a baby with her and how sorry he was for leaving. She had looked him dead in the eye and asked, icily, if she should cancel her appointment for the next week, seeing how he was so excited for a baby now. He thought the right answer would be an enthusiastic yes, of course they should keep the baby. He had tried to keep out of his voice the slight shock and disappointment he felt that she would even make such a plan, but he was not sure he had managed it. Her response was a very angry "fuck off, Remus" followed by her expressing she was done living her life doing whatever pleased him, whenever he wanted.

In the end, the appointment was cancelled for her by the Death Eaters taking over St. Mungos. This angered her further, turning against him more, annoyed he always seemed to get his way despite him changing his mind every five minutes.

"You wanted to be friends, and so I was your friend. Then you wanted space, and I gave you that space. Then you wanted to have sex, so we did. Then you thought you'd made a mistake so you kicked me out the bed. You wanted comfort so I let you fall asleep in my arms. When I needed comfort, you weren't sure it was right for us to be in the same room. Then you wanted to get married, so we did. Then you didn't want the baby, so you left. Now you want the baby again and I guess you're going to get it. The fact I'm not sure I really want this isn't going to factor, is it?"

"You wanted this relationship, Dora," he reminded her, "you were the one who made a scene and pushed so hard for us to be together, in spite of me being unsure about it. So I think it's unfair to say you never get what you want."

"Guess we're both as bad as each other. How very deserving we are."

That was the last thing she had said to him on the subject and that was when the cold indifference began. She let him stay at the house, probably because she felt he had nowhere else to go. They sometimes spoke, only about the most neutral of subjects, and occasionally she even let him rub her back when she was sick. But that was it.

Now that leaves him sitting on the sofa, while she prepares dinner for her mother coming over. He can tell by the smells wafting under the door that she's definitely making Sticky Toffee Pudding. It's her favourite and she's very good at it. Remus has to admit that it's delicious, but his favourite is chocolate brownies. She used to make them all the time, but she hasn't made them once since he left and came back. He really misses her chocolate brownies.

#remadora #nymphadora tonks #remus lupin #remadora microfics #not happy times

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thefirsthogokage · 1 year

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Everytime I'm on Instagram way too late I inevitably stop watching reels because I hit something that makes me mad.

Today it was someone trying to say with all their research (like in a schooling sort of way), v*ganism is not financially inaccessible in response to someone saying v*ganism is for the privileged. I didn't listen to the full thing because that's crap. There are some people who's bodies just don't get enough protein from the various protein supplements, or who are allergic to enough protein supplements - or things in them - that need meat to fill the gaps. Anywho, sometimes the high protein supplements for people who need them to try to make up the difference are financially out of reach, if not geographically out of reach.

Once again, I am not surprised I saw a v*gan - let alone a white v*gan - thinking that their way of life is doable by everyone.

So, yes, v*ganism is for the privileged, including those who's body is able to take in substances that others aren't. V*ganism is for the financially capable, geographically capable, genetically capable, and for the physically healthy.

#anti vegan

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nicktremblaywayfu · 1 year

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Hello there! I just saw the Valentine´s Day letters post, I wanted to ask for one, I hope I´m not too late! :3 Well if you can do it, I´d love a letter from Albert to "Luthien R." If you want, you could make it between sweet and deeply creepy, like "I´m lurking and I´m stalking when you least expect it" kinda letter but in an Albert Shaw kind of "sweet", like I wanna be scared to the bone and horny. I know it was a weird explanation and I´m sorry but I don´t know how to word it! If you´re uncomfortable doing exactly as I request and change it I won´t mind it at all! Thank you! ♡ Have a good week!

“ My one and only love, Luthien R.

As you are reading this letter, I'm standing in a distance away from your window. Don’t worry love, I'm just curious about your pretty little face reading the words I have written just for you. You may not notice it, but I've always wanted to have that heart of yours in your hand, both metaphorically and literally. Oh surely you wouldn’t mind letting me slit open your chest as a proof of your love, would you ? I'm just kidding. Perhaps, but I suppose it would be better loving you when you’re still able to scream and cry. Don’t get me wrong, I do not wish to hurt you sugarcube. But pain is inevitable, and I want you to know that I'll always be there for you even in your agony. I will always be there, listening to your every heartbeat. Every Time i saw you coming home, I always wanted to say how much I've missed you. It doesn’t matter if we aren’t official yet, because I know we will be and you’d be more than glad to live under the same roof with me sooner or later.

Everytime you feel lonely, I want you to know that you can always call my name and I'd come in no time. Don’t believe me? You can try it now. Say my name and I shall be there with a blink of an eye. Though I understand if you’re still shy to me, I can assure you that your safety will be guaranteed by me even if you didn’t see my presence in your way. Because take it as a note, I always know where and when you are, right now or tomorrow. But again, there’s nothing you should be worried about when I don't mean harm, am I right ? And that’s because I will never let any man touch that soft skin of yours. I haven’t got the chance but surely i will, and hopefully you won’t mind about that darling. I just want to know how soft that skin is, letting my fingertips brush your arms, caressing your palms then your lips. I swoon at my own thoughts and I wish that you will grant what I want from you. Oh my dear love, on this special day I want you to stand right in front of your windows after you read this letter, open it up gently and let us actually meet eye to eye. Let this beautiful date be our anniversary next year, let me have a taste of those lips, and let me pamper you with my love and my touch. I know you understand my word in whole, because right now i’m waiting on the spot i have written up there. Don’t disappoint me, my pretty one, or I won't be happy with what will come to you. I’ll see you there, my cutie pie.

ps : All red roses were sold out so i can only find a white rose today. I managed to paint it with red color, though i recommend you to not smell it because for some reason it attracted flies (and butterfly i saw?) on the outside. But you surely understand that I tried to give you the best.

Your soon-to-be husband, Albert Shaw.”

#albert shaw #the grabber #albert shaw x reader #grabber x reader #the black phone #black phone (2022)#ethan hawke #ethan hawke x reader #valentines letter

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bahbzxxx · 1 year

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Corrupt!!! Venti au

✧ I did this in one sitting so bear with me please✧

Imagine if Venti had like…some type of corruption cycle or something. Like Werewolves and a full moon?

Like, you know how the spiral abyss changes every so often? I forget how many days it is…but what if, every few cycles…Venti’s corruption comes out, and he becomes a vigilante storm -terror like figure and unleashes a storm at night, and it varies on how long it lasts and the severity. Still, after every time, Mondstadt faces pollution in the form of abyssal residue, which attracts more monsters. Due to much research and assistance from Liyue, getting rid of such problem spots is possible due to lumenspar, but it’s only so limited. Thinking that it will help, Mondstadt lets in more protection in the form of the Fatui…with more Harbingers cycling through Mondstadt.

The people don’t really know what is happening-they just assume that they made Lord Barbatos angry, but when there is a routine in storms…it just becomes the new normal. Jean and Diluc know, however, that this isn’t right. Especially since Venti, beloved bard of Mondstadt, has been gone for years. They pray the traveler will come back and help…but the traveler hasn’t come around in a long, long time.

Though Venti doesn’t have the power to just…get rid of this issue obviously, his management of this curse can determine the outcome of a flare-up.

Option 1: let the cycle flow normally. Storms are naturally more frequent and come every few moon cycles, but they are typically less severe. The symptoms will worsen under certain circumstances( Aka ties with Harbingers/fatui(mainly due to abyss order control and proximity), but as long as he listens to cues in his body and mind, he can make it manageable. During this time, Venti typically secludes himself within Stormterrors lair the entire phase with wind barrier up to keep as much out of the city as he can. It typically takes him half of a phase to snap out of it, but it can vary. This way is not as taxing on him, but the guilt eats him alive that he can no longer keep Mondstadt storm free as he once was able to…

Option 2: He can stave it off for some time. But every time he does this, it just makes things worse. There comes a point when he will simply lose control, and it’s inevitable that all of mondstadt will suffer greatly. However, in a period where he is holding the abyssal buildup in, Mondstadt is thriving. There’s less danger, and everything is just how it should be. People are just happier, and Venti doesn’t want to see them upset by another storm-so he holds it in for their sake…Everytime he does this, even when the storm has passed, he will still be extremely corrupt. Hell become dangerous, and even the city will face abyssal sludge on top of a huge storm. Even after, it will be storming non-stop for another entire spiral abyss cycle. Everytime he does this, he will lose more control over his corruption, even if he follows the normal cycle again.

Venti will appear more monster-like than anything- think defiled statue, but extremely terrifying.

Idk- this is just an idea. I really can't stand the theory of Venti being corrupt all this time and it slowly taking over him in game, but it's such an interesting concept and im obsessed with it at the same time. I made this version so he can deal with it, but obviously it's gonna have repercussions.

#venti headcanons #venti #venti the bard #abyss genshin #corrupt Venti #mondstadt #genshin #genshin impact #genshin au #cringe #traveler is done #stormterror #corrupt Barbatos #lord barbatos #beloved of the anemo archon #the abyss #k

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yiasukink · 1 year

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One of the topics that many fanfics put their eye on is that Caitlyn and Jinx hate each other to death but need each other to an obsessive point, and I have seen this topic being written, seen and reviewed from the point of view of both, Caitlyn and Jinx, but I've never seen it from Vi's point of view. So here I am, imagining what it would be like for Vi to witness all this situation, exemplifying with some scenes that occur to me along the way.

Just imagine Jinx having (presumably) killed Caitlyn's mom, and making it clear to Vi that Powder isn't coming back. Jinx lost her only remaining family again and Caitlyn lost her mother.

Vi has no idea who to support, on the one hand she knows that Powder is not coming back and that her sister will never be the same and there is no way she will trust her again, but having only had for years the desire to see Powder again, and to be with her again prevents him from giving up and/or completely abandoning that desire. And it's harder for her knowing that she can't go back to Jinx and ask them to go back to the way she was before without having to part with Caitlyn.

But on the other hand, there is Caitlyn, she has empathized with her, they both helped each other not to get carried away by the prejudices they both had about each other and about their societies. And now Caitlyn has the sole intention of arresting (if not killing) Jinx, she wants to find her, she wants to do justice for her mother and for everything Jinx has done to her (and there are many more, but personally I think the do justice for others in this case Caitlyn would have it in a secondary plane).

Both people she appreciates hate each other, she can't justify what Jinx did, she doesn't want to do it, but she understands why she did it, and she knows that she is part of that why. But Caitlyn doesn't see it the same way, Jinx isn't her sister, Jinx isn't hers, Jinx is just a criminal who killed her mother and unfortunately shares blood with the woman she was starting to open up to. your heart. Vi also understands Caitlyn's pain, understands what it feels like to lose her mother, and it hurts her to the core that she has to go through it too (although in her subconscious she inevitably thinks that she lost more, or that it will make Caitlyn understands her better, but they are thoughts she immediately gets rid of.)

Caitlyn is frustrated about this, because Vi can't comfort her in any way because she understands both her and Jinx. She tries to understand Vi, they both need mutual support at that moment, but her attempts to support each other only end in arguments that always reach the same point: Jinx.

Vi goes back and forth between accompanying Caitlyn in her mourning (mourning that she hasn't done properly because she was focused on finding Jinx) and going with Ekko to take care of him and his broken leg. Ekko tells Vi what she had already explained before and that Vi already knew but was still reluctant to accept: Powder was gone, Jinx was all there was now and there was nothing Vi could do about it.

Everytime Vi returns with Caitlyn, she sees her worse, haggard, not getting enough sleep, not eating properly, she doesn't even speak to her when she sees her wandering around her mansion. Her room in a mess, with papers, red threads, photographs and many cups of coffee scattered on the floor, everyone trying to keep up with someone Vi no longer wanted to hear from.

Vi was tired, the only possible topic of conversation with Caitlyn at the moment was Jinx. So he asks Caitlyn to talk about something else, to relax about her and talk to her, about anything but Jinx.

And Caitlyn just looks at her, frowns, and asks: "And what else could we talk about? How you left me out in the rain throwing a fit, saying we were oil and water, just because the council didn't listen to you? How the only reason you keep coming back here is because your sister killed my mother? How our entire relationship revolves around your sister?"

Vi gets upset, it's obvious that Caitlyn is having a hard time, but she can't help but feel bad for what the enforcer had told her.

What follows are weeks in which nothing is heard from Jinx, everyone is looking for clues about her, and Caitlyn is the most dedicated in the investigation and search, she is offered all the available material (thanks to Jayce) to take to carry out your search better and easier. Even so, it is not enough and they cannot find anything.

She has distanced herself from Caitlyn, and although she continues to visit her, their conversations remain awkward greetings and occasional comments about what they had for breakfast or how they were.

The weeks go by, Jinx still doesn't show up, and Vi can't help but worry, thinking about the possibility that there has been an attempt on her life.

It keeps passing in time, and after a long time, Jinx would make her appearances again, this time being much more scandalous and without fear that they would find out that it was her. Whether it be bombing some place in Piltover, stealing some artefact from the museum in the middle of the afternoon, with its due explosions in between, or simply doing graffiti on public monuments, making fun of the city, but above all and almost every time, making fun of Caitlyn.

Vi had become an enforcer. Over time she recovered her relationship with Caitlyn and working together they were able to have a common topic to share.

But at the end of the day, upon entering Caitlyn's room or office, most of the things in those rooms were about Jinx, about her attacks, about the clues that could lead them to her.

Vi had resigned herself to having to arrest Jinx, had already accepted it and seen it firsthand. Jinx was hopeless.

But even when she came face to face with Jinx in one of her many bombing raids, she couldn't shake the obsession that the sheriff of Piltover and the loose cannon had for each other.

"Hey, the hat lady are supposed to come to give me the police monologue, not you, agh, she really believes a lot, now she even sends her dogs to do her job, she is very disrespectful to the person who gives her work to do". Vi didn't understand how Jinx wouldn't even consider talking to her about the slightest thing.

"Jinx, don't make things harder, turn yourself in now.". She had gotten into the habit of calling her by the name that she herself inevitably gave her.

"Hey, I want to see Cait! It's not fair that she make me face her number two, I specially prepared this to kill her today, number one versus number one"

"Jinx, don't make me do it"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, save your sentimental bullshit for later, if the sheriff can't do her job well then she don't deserve this. Agh, I had worked hard to do it, but meh, she lose it! Anyway, say hello to that little cupcake from me, fat hands! See ya!"

And Vi kept seeing these scenes many times, both of them always asking for the other, looking for a way to find each other, looking for a way to catch the other. And Vi could only watch the chaos around them, knowing that she had been the cause of why that both end like this.

Okay, again, this is just my idea, sorry if I sound pretentious or something, but I had this for many days in my head and I had to let it out xd, so yeah, make fanfics of this, being caitjinx shippers, hate Vi or something/j

#arcane caitlyn #caitlyn #caitlyn kiramman #caitjinx #jinx x caitlyn #caitlyn x jinx #arcane jinx #jinx #vi arcane #nah cause being a caitjinx shipper it's ruining my life fr #caitjinx headcanon #pov vi #just me being pretentious #vi is stupid lol/j #nah but I don't like Vi fr #but she's a good character

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_Sanji x reader_

_Reader with a sad past (mom attempted suicide)_

_WARNINGS: mention of suicide_

Sanji was obsessed.

How could he not? There, lying next to you on his bed in the dim light of his room. He was enchanted by that spark in your eyes, which obscured even your wet cheeks, your shiny skin and your chapped lips. What were you just saying to him?

"I never understood what she meant to tell me that day. It's just that.."

First hiccup, another one and tears finally began to flow. And soon his hand is covering your eyes. No need to ruin this pretty face, he thought. With his other hand he took the last shot from his cigarette, then threw it in the ashtray on the bedside table to his right and looked back at you.

"After Dad’s death everything went downhill. She…" Sanji squeezed her almost choking her, pushing her face against his chest. Nevermind, he already knew where the speech was going and how it reminded him in particular of the past that he had kept behind.

Vinsmoke Sanji had always been good at sensing when someone was suffering, whether it was a rat, a woman or a child. Even more he knew what his duty was: to protect his comrades and prevent them from suffering. In fact, when you showed up in his cabin that first night looking for someone to make the lump in your throat that formed every night disappear, he had welcomed you, listened to you and rocked you. Afterwards he promised you that none of them would ever leave you alone, because there was no logical reason why you of all people should ever feel alone. He had been telling you these exact words on that first time, then also on the second time (over that nice hot tea he gently made for you) and again on the third, fourth, fifth time and so on. Even you had lost count of how many nights you had spent in the blond cook’s cabin. However an interesting rhythm had been created: in the evening both of you would retire to your respective rooms, later, in the middle of the night, you would go and look for him knowing you'd have surely found him, often and willingly with something delicious prepared by him in the morning, probably while you were too busy avoiding him out of embarrassment. It was easier at night, it’s always easier at night. This is what you were thinking about as you sank a little more into his embrace as Sanji’s chin leaned on your head and his fingers ran down your back. A thrill filled you and you sighed. "I really thought my mother hated me. She kept ignoring me for months until one day she chose to take her own life." You stopped waiting for his reaction, but when he didn’t say a word, you pulled your forehead away from him to lift yourself from his bed.

Enough for tonight, that’s enough. You can’t go on like this. You had started to think about it a lot in the morning, everytime you noticed the black bags under his eyes or at night when you were turning over in your bed and swearing you wouldn’t move from there. You felt the guilt weigh on your stomach, since, really, he didn’t need your pain. And yet you needed it. The urge to reach him and let you be lulled by him had become an obsession. At this point there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

Perhaps it was because of this thought that your movements blocked or the hand that in the meantime had climbed up your back grabbing your nape, two dark eyes fixed in yours. You started shivering. Suddenly you felt yourself grabbing and pushing on him, one hand on your back preventing you from lifting and the other pushing his head into the curve of his neck. Inevitably, you blush. Oh god.

"Ehm, Sanji-"

"I get it, don’t worry."

Now, you really couldn't process how much times you had spent like this, however you could see light laying on his bed. Was the night already over? The others would wake up in some minutes. It’s a shame you felt so at peace there, between Sanji's arms.

Suddenly he loosened his grip to light a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke over you, expecting you to get away from him or even leave, but you didn’t.

#one piece #angst #fluff #x reader #one piece x you #one piece imagine #one piece sanji #vinsmoke sanji #sanji angst #sanji x reader #sanji x y/n #imkorais #reader insert

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