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Vaugarde Dashboard Simulator Part 2
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My dinnar 🔥
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do you guys think that Odile (one of the saviors) has a tumblr
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I think some of you need therapy. Desperately.
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Change forbid someone on the “i wanna make out with that old lady” website actually wants to make out with that old lady
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Hope I don’t have to fight my evil shadow self today
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hey
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HELLO????
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I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU AND I DOING THIS BIT OP THIS WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
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THAT’S NOT YOUR ALT???
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ITS NOT
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WHAT
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WHAT
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:3
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Okay so Mira isn’t in the dorm right now so I just combined a Monster energy drink with some rainbow Airheads. Calling this drink battery acid. Gonna see what happens when I have some
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don’t do this
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i love my partner so much love always wins never give up
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WHO FOUND THIS ACCOUNT
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Wait. Wait does this mean that the saviors listen to Radiohead
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DON’T “of course they do” ME ITS HARD TO SEE PEOPLE LIKE THAT AS LIKE. HAVING NORMAL LIVES. THEY’RE BASICALLY SUPERHEROES!!
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ohhh…. I remember when messages took weeks to send between countries……. how times have changed……… ohhhhhhh….
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Hey quick question how old are you
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oh….. in my 50s, I believe…… why do you ask?
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Did you know him
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my thirsty ass could NEVER be near one of these things
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Hey what does this mean. Hey OP what the crab does this mean
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you can’t prove ANYTHING
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“Is it ethical to write fanfic about the saviors of Vaugarde if their lives were adapted into a stage play and I’m just writing about the fictional versions of them” thread locked after 174 pages of heated debate
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OP this is the same energy as the Isabeau Miku Binder post
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THE WHAT
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I need him
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People like OP need to go to a mental hospital
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What happened to the notes
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Official 0 note King thirst post
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My friends finally convinced me to make a new account after years of not using this website why is everything different
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GUYS WHAT THE CRAB IS THAT
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IM NOT CRABBING AROUND RIGHT NOW THIS ISN’T FUNNY THIS PHOTO ISN’T EDITED WHAT IS HAPPENING
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the fog is coming.
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That new shade in the sky would look great in a children’s hospital
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this too is yuri
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You can read Part 1 here :3c
#rambles#isat#in stars and time#isat spoilers#in stars and time spoilers#my edits#HERE WE GO AGAINNNNN#I had more ideas#unreality#dashboard simulator
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Nini I want to fuck a demon boy so bad I can't.
I'm so sleep deprived and this is the only thing on my mind.
The idea of this powerful demon who's not used to being challenged, just ending up ass up face down on the floor, bed WHEREVER. It's not important. Ending up like that is just peak.
Also I like to think they'd have sensitive tails.
So. Like. I totally.
Wanna make them fuck themselves with their own tail. I think that'd be great. I think it would be awesome.
I want them to get so flustered at the idea of doing it, but do it anyway just coz I told them to.
I can almost imagine them finding their own prostate with their tail, and really they can't decide which sensation to focus on. Feeling themselves clench around their own tail, or the way the slightly pointed end slams into their prostate.
And bonus points if they cum and you overstim them by grabbing their tail and fucking them so much harder than they could themselves.
Hooray, now they've got
your hand around their already much too sensitive tail
said sensitive tail is being slammed into their ass
it's gotta feel so good, they'd probably be so tight around themselves
your hand is gonna slip a few times, which is gonna end up in stroking their tail, which has got to feel like heaven for them
not to forget that you're thrusting their tails directly onto their prostate without letting them breathe
I just. I don't know. I think they'd look so pretty, flushed and begging to stop, even though it's them that keeps weakly trying to thrust their tail back into themselves.
Also, they'd look so pathetic, sobbing from the overstimulation. I'm a sucker for tears trailing down their faces, eyes red and a little puffy.
It'd almost make you wanna be nice to them. Almost.
But yknow, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. And sometimes what a girl's gotta do is fuck a demon stupid with their own tail.
(I don't have the same way with words as some people, but like do you see the vision)
~a sleep deprived,🧁anon
You are so smart holy shit. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Fucking a demon with their own tail? Why didn’t I think of something as great as this??! Lemme write down my thoughts for a sec- (btw I thought you are like, very religious?)
Dom!reader x sub!character
You had a long day behind you, and there was nothing sweeter than the thought of finally getting some sleep. All you wanted was to have a good rest, but to your demise you woke up in the middle of the night with something heavy on top of you. “Ops, I didn’t mean to wake you up. Oh well this will do too.” What the hell? It was a fucking person?? First thing you did was push him off of you and turning on the lights, then you thought this was some kind of weird joke. He had two horns growing out of his forehead, as well as a super long tail with a heart shaped tip. Not to mention the pink, glowing tattoo on his pelvis. When he opened his mouth again, you thought you didn’t hear right. “I’m an incubus, pleasant to meet you~ now let me feast on you, pretty please?”
An incubus, so, in other words a demon. What in the- never mind. He said he wanted to feast on you? Heck no, he woke you up in the middle of the night and is expecting you to have the energy to fuck him? As soon as he got up to try make a move on you, you flipped him over and tangled your hand in his hair, then pressed his face into your pillow. “If you are that desperate do it yourself.” Of course that little slut was into that.
He reached for his dick, but you slapped his hand away and instead grabbed his tail. “MhMngh- aaAAHhnn~!” A surprised yet blissful moan escaped him, face all red as lust fills their already sinful body. Anticipation swelling inside them at the thought of what you might do with them. That’s when they felt their own tail poking against their butt… wait wha? In the mean time you stroked it gently while whispering, “I want to watch you fuck yourself, who knows, I might reward you afterwards.” Suddenly all their previous confidence vanished as embarrassment took over. With their own tail..?? How did you even get that idea! Not even something as perverted as them had such outrageous ideas..!
In the end they could only obey without protesting, trusting their already super sensitive tail into their tight, wet hole. Each time they accidentally hit their prostate, they’d yelp and whimpers. Pretty tears are already rolling down their even prettier faces. Eyes half lidded as they whine, “mhm! Ah-ahhHh.. nghHnn~!!” All while their poor, useless dick is twitching around on its own, making a mess everywhere <3
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reputation
ella toone x reader
first ella toone fic! was in the drafts for a while and got around to finally finishing it. honestly don’t know where i was going with this
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You had a reputation.
Once you turned eighteen, you started to rebel, wanting to make your point across. At eighteen, you started getting tattoos and buzzed all your hair, looking completely different from the colorful person you used to be. You wanted to steer away from the child everyone sees you to be and be seen more of an adult. The thing is, your management thought that the only way to do that is to make you out to be a womanizer, getting girls left and right.
The smoking, though, that was on you. Becoming well known starting at the age of fifteen, you’ve been under the spotlight from a young age, being told how to dress, how to act, everything in your life was controlled. The smoking, getting tattoos, cutting your hair was a way for you to get some of the control back.
You are now twenty-five. Fired your old management, signed into a new label who let you be you. Its been two years and you’ve been writing and producing songs on low profile. Your fans still figure out which songs have been written/produced by you - even under pseudonyms. You were loving being out of the spotlight for once.
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The sun shining through the curtains wakes you up from your sleep, eyes fluttering shut from the light. Your arm tightens its hold from the body it’s slung over, pulling them close.
“Mmm, five more minutes.”
You didn’t reply, just pulled her closer than she already is, drifting back to sleep. About an hour later, you wake up to footsteps running around. Sitting up, back resting against the headboard, you see your girlfriend running around, stuffing things into her training bag. You sat there quietly, admiring your her chaotic form rushing in and out the room.
“You’re staring.”
“Just admiring.” You mouth twitching up in amusement.
“Well, I need to leave now or I’ll be late.”
“Did you pack any going out clothes? Wanna take you out after training.”
“Yeah, but what about my car?”
“I’ll take a cab to the facility. Wait for you.”
“Alright, text me when you’re there.” She leans down, giving you a kiss. “I love you.”
You grab the back of her neck and pull her back when she moves away, pulling her back in for another kiss.
“I love you. Now, go before you’re late.”
“See you soon.”
To make time go by faster, you decided to busy yourself with some cleaning around the house. You quite liked being a little housewife for Ella, cooking, cleaning, waiting for her to get back home from training.
Few hours later, dressed casual, you’re in a cab on the way to St. George’s Park. paying the cab driver, you walk to the parking lot looking for Ella’s car.
Rockstar 🎸🖤
at the car. forgot the spare key. take your time
Looney Toones ❤️⚽️
give me a few minutes
You leaned against the car, answering some messages and emails from your phone. You were too focused to notice a couple of footsteps coming towards you.
“Uh, excuse you. Don’t lean on the car.”
You look up, taking the hood off your head, to see Ella’s best friend, Alessia, and one other.
“Oh, sorry.”
“Hold on.” Mary, the goalkeeper that Ella’s told you about, spoke up. “Why do you look so familiar?”
Before you could answer, you’re cut off by a very loud voice.
“We’re matching!”
Your face instantly lights up at the voice of your girlfriend.
“What a coincidence!”
“Ha. Ha.” Ella realizes you, once again, matched with her on purpose. “What is it with you wanting to match with me?” She smiles at you with adoration.
You shrug. “You ready to go?”
The clearing of a throat breaks the two of you out of your bubble, forgetting about the other two Lionesses.
“Uh, Tooney?”
“Yeah?”
“Who’s this?”
Ella’s face lights up. “Oh! This is me girlfriend, Y/N!”
“Nice to meet your two!” You hold your hand out, but it was just stared at. You let out a chuckle, awkwardly putting your hand back down. “Ready to go?”
“Yeah. Bye guys.”
Mary and Alessia watch as the car drives off with their friend inside.
“I remember now! She’s Y/N Y/LN. The one I’ve seen on the news always bringing a new one home.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if Ella was just another one of her conquests.”
The next day at training, Mary and Alessia approach Ella during break.
“Hey, guys!” Ella greeted them cheerfully.
“Hey, Ella. Uh, just some questions.”
“What is it?”
“Your girlfriend. You know who she is right?”
Ella was now confused. “Uh, yeah. Of course I do.”
“Well, we’re just worried.”
“About?” Now Ella was getting a bit impatient.
“She’s a bit off a womanizer isn’t she?” Alessia blurts out, speaking up for the first time.
“Excuse me?”
“She’s always seen with a new girl hanging by her arm like every week.”
“I’m not having this conversation.”
“Look, Tooney. We’re just looking out for you.”
“Looking out for me? Nah, I’m done with this conversation.”
You were in the backyard when you heard the front door slam shut. Looking towards the door, you see your girlfriend stomping towards you and plopping down on your lap.
“What’s happened?”
“Ugh! Can you believe Mary and Less? They had the nerve! The nerve to accuse you of being with me only temporarily.”
“What else did they say?”
“They were talking ‘bout how you always have anew girl hanging off your arm and stuff, but those were from years ago before you fired everyone.”
You wrap your arms tighter around her, pulling her closer. “Well, I mean, look at it from their perspective. They’ve never met me, they don’t know me like you do. All they have is what they’ve seen online. And they’re your best mates, they’re looking out for you.”
After a few moments of silence, Ella now has a look of determination on her face. She grabs her phone and sends out a text.
“They’ll be here in a couple minutes.”
Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets.
“What do you mean in a couple minutes. I haven’t even cleaned the house yet.”
You run around the house picking up anything you could see to put away, wanting to make a good first- technically second- impression with Ella’s best friends.
“Babe.”
You go to grab the vacuum.
“Baby.”
You also grab a broom because what if the vacuum isn’t enough.
“Baby!” She grabs you by the shoulders to keep you in place. “Breathe.” You do as she says. “Okay. The house isn’t even messy and even if it was, they’d know it was from me.”
You nod your head. “True.”
Exactly as Ella stated, there was a knock on your front door a couple of minutes later. She greets them, letting them in and goes to stand next to you.
“This is Y/N. My girlfriend, as I stated yesterday.”
“Hi, nice to meet you both.” You give them a small wave.
Mary’s lips form a straight line while Alessia gives you a small smile in greeting.
“Let me get us something to drink.” Ella announces, leaving the three of you alone.
“What’s your game here?” Mary gets straight to the point.
“Sorry?” Your eyebrows furrow in confusion.
“C’mon! You’ve gotten with singers and supermodels, basically everyone. Is Ella another one of your conquests?”
“What? No!”
“I’m not stupid! I know your reputation, you go from one girl to another.”
“Well, then you don’t know me at all!” You were now getting frustrated. You hated when people judge you just because of what they see from the media. You can’t blame them though, that’s all people know you from.
“What’s going on here?” Ella walks back in, drinks in hand, confusion on her face.
“Nothing. Just getting to know—”
“—Actually.” Mary cuts Alessia off. “I just wanted to make sure she is good for you. Based on all the girls she’s been with, I don’t think she is.”
“Okay, that’s enough Mary!”
“I’m just being realistic!”
“No, you’re being an asshole judging my girlfriend from things you see on the internet. You should know not to believe everything you see online. The both of you.” Mary and Alessia looks down in shame. “Also, if you haven’t noticed, she’s been out of the media for two years so everything you’ve seen was from a long time ago.”
“Doesn’t change the fact that she’s been with half the population before you!”
“It does when you find out that that isn’t true at all.”
“What?” Alessia’s voice was soft but heard.
“My name is-was a brand by the label. I was legally blinded to do what they told me to do and the acting out, smoking, tattoos, those are the only ways I could take some control back, but I never took advantage of anyone. All those girls I’ve been pictured with, I’ve only slept with one until she left me because management wanted to keep the ‘bad girl’ image.”
You move to the kitchen, grabbing a beer from a refrigerator. Popping it open, you take a swig, leaning against the kitchen counter.
“Two years ago, I decided to ‘run away’ to Manchester. Fired my whole team and just disappeared.”
“That’s when I met ‘er.” Ella cuts in, wrapping an arm around your waist, leaning into you. “Started dating two months after the countless dates she took me on and it’s been almost two years. She makes me really happy.” The last sentence was directed right at her friends.
“Okay. I’m sorry for judging you so quick.”
“Same with me. I’m sorry.”
“No hard feelings at all.” You give them both a smile. “Now since you’re both here, why don’t you stay for dinner.
The three perk up at the mention of food.
#woso x reader#greynatomy#woso#woso imagines#woso imagine#ella toone#ella toone x reader#engwnt x reader#woso community
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Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader but reader lost a tentacle in a barracuda incident and is now insecure and doesn't want to come out of their hiding hole and punching the octorio with their other tentacles when they try to get reader out?
(Btw love your writing!🫶🏼)
Nemo Child Reader | Yandere Octotrio
It’d be the same as Octo - Merchild that’s scared of Octavinelle except this one has the scars to prove it
But what about a Nemo-like Reader
Who was injured by a barracuda when you were developing in your egg
But you don’t remember that so you don’t really care about it now
All that remains is your little tail that has a deformed fin
But that doesn’t stop you
When the Octatrio proposes taking you on a swim
“So you’re from the sea?”
“Yup I think I haven’t changed in a looong time.”
“If you’d like we’re going to the Coral sea for break, would you like to come?”
“Oh yeah!”
“You can’t go too far okay?”
“Okay!”
they just aren’t prepared to see such an obvious scar
You’re such a little young fish
And you have no fear of them even as they dwarf you in their forms
“Whatya guys holding your mouth open for come swim with me!”
“Uh…Right…”
“I’m surprised they can swim as fine as they do.”
“Oi Clownie-(Y/n) did you lose your fin to a shark or what?”
“Floyd!”
“It’s okay it’s actually a super cool story!”
They’re actually worried that you’re not more afraid
And that’s what they’ll decide to begin teaching you to be afraid
“Okay (Y/n) you’ll have to tell me what do you do if you see the creature on the card coming towards you, okay?”
“Mmm okay!”
“Now this.”
“Jellyfish?...Maybe a big hug?”
“No. What about this one?”
“Oh yeah he’s a friend of my dad’s so hug too!”
“Oh Sevens.”
Despite priding the deep on being their teacher for their lessons about survival
They’re not letting you get the same lessons
“Ne Jade wanted me to teach you about running but now we’re just playing tag!”
“Is that so bad? I’m having fun.”
“I would be if you weren’t so slow. Why aren’t you faster? You know little guppies like you get eaten real easy.”
You’re obviously not fit to learn the same way they did
So they’ll get you an anemone
A perfect little way to keep you protected
But that’s only in the sea when it comes to things on land you’re none the wiser
So they’ll be your anemone
“Should that student ever say that to you again I want you to come to the Lounge.”
“But I can’t buy anything I’ll just get in the way.”
“No you won’t. I’ll personally handle who ever bothers you. Big Brother Jade promises you.”
“Mmm okay!”
Moving you into the Octavinelle dorm posthaste
You’re so oblivious they’ll have to just take care of it
Don’t you know they’ll protect you best
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst x reader#yandere twst#yandere platonic#yandere platonic octatrio#yandere octavinelle#yandere platonic octavinelle#yandere platonic jade leech#yandere platonic floyd leech#yandere platonic azul ashengrotto
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♡ Somewhere Only We Know ♡
♡ Pairings: artist!boyfriend!hyunjin x fem!reader
♡ Genre: fluff
♡ Summary: Things have been hard for you lately so you retreat to your boyfriend's apartment where you find all of the love and reassurance a girl could ask for.
♡ Word Count: 1.2k-ish
♡ Warnings: None really but reader's been going through a lot so she is indeed a little sad tonight.
♡ A/N: This is a request from @jehhskz who I promised to write a literary hug for so I really hope I lived up to my promise. Thanks so much for the request you beautiful human.
The night hangs quietly over Hyunjin’s loft, the fresh earthy post rain air gradually filling the space. Seated at his desk facing the open window, Hyunjin hums along to the music flowing from the record player tucked in a nearby corner. Before him on the desk sits an open sketchbook, textured canvas paper coated in a gradient of pastels that mirror the night sky.
And seated on the floor between his legs, wrapped up cozy and warm in his favorite blanket, is you. Working with his pastels typically dictates that Hyunjin use two hands but tonight he makes due with one, the other preoccupied with more important things like playing with your hair or tracing the contours of your face.
With your head resting against his inner thigh he can only reach one side of your face but that’s more than enough room for him to silently praise those beautiful features that take up more space in his mind than you know. The tips of his fingers are delicate, each brush of them across your skin so deliberate that it’s almost as if you’re one of his paintings.
Lately it seems that the whole world’s caving in on you. The pressures of life have begun to take their toll and it’s all so much…too much. What you’ve needed more than anything is a safe place to be, somewhere to get away from it all, and Hyunjin couldn’t be happier to be that for you. “Jinnie…” you say—the first thing you’ve said in at least an hour—and the scratching of a midnight blue pastel against paper comes to a halt. In an instant everything around him disappears. There’s only you.
Hyunjin reaches around, cupping your chin, and tilts your head up towards him. You lock eyes, him looking down and you looking up. His eyes are the moon, yours are the sea, and, oh, how he moves you. “Need something, sweetie?” he asks, strands of dark hair falling loose from the hair band keeping it out of his face. You shake your head, the tiny hairs on your arm standing up as he strokes the side of your neck. “No, it’s just…do you ever wanna…I don’t know, run away?”
Hyunjin gasps, pretending to be on the verge of tears, “She said I’m so boring I make her wanna run away.”
“You’re such a drama queen” you giggle, rolling your eyes, “It’s not that. I mean, I do want to run away but not from you. From…” Your chest tightens at the thought of what troubles you, stopping your words short.
Hyunjin leans down to kiss you on the forehead, grounding you in this moment with him. His way of reminding you that you are safe here. “From everything else? Just drop it all and run as fast as you can to escape it? I feel that way all the time. Way more than I’d like to honestly.”
“So how do you get over it?” you ask, relieved to finally have someone who gets it. “Hmm,” he sighs, glancing out at the endless night and back down at you, “Someone once told me that when we feel bad things that’s just our hearts telling us that something’s not right. So we shouldn’t just get over it. We should pay attention to it.”
You shudder at the concept, paying more attention to what you’re feeling is the last thing you want to do. “But every time I think about it I get so upset. I feel weak.”
Hyunjin’s expression sours the second the word “weak” leaves your lips. Sitting back in his chair, he holds his arms out to you, “Come sit.” Staying snug in your blanket burrito, you make your way onto his lap, quickly adjusting to your new spot. Hyunjin laces his arms around you, holding you close to him like something too valuable to let sit unprotected.
“Never say that again” he says, empathetic but unwilling to let you doubt yourself, “You are not weak. You’re human. Life sucks sometimes and you don’t have to force yourself to be okay with it. Not for anyone.”
Fidgeting with a loose thread in the blanket’s stitching, you fight your hardest to choke back the tears that inevitably come streaming down your cheeks. Life may be overwhelming but this—being loved by him even when you’re falling apart—is overwhelming in its own way.
Hyunjin pulls the sleeves down on his sweatshirt, using the smooth cotton to wipe away your tears as they fall. “So, where are we running to?”
“What do you mean?” you sniffle, blinking through the tears.
Hyunjin looks at you like his reasoning’s the most obvious thing in the world. “You wanna go so let’s go. Right now. We don’t even have to tell anyone. Let’s just…fuck it…let’s go.”
“You can’t just go, Jinnie. You have that thing tomorrow and—”
Hyunjin kisses you, wiping your brain clean of any thoughts of pushing him away. His lips play a game of catch and release with yours. Drowning you in their soft embrace, letting you come up for air, and dragging you back down again. “What’d I say to you when I asked you to be my girlfriend?”
“You said, ‘It’s me and you’” you recall, as if you could ever forget.
“Me and you and you and me and me and you” Hyunjin says faster each time until you’re giggling through what’s left of your tears, “We’re in this together. You’re stuck with me.”
He lingers closely enough to your face that you could steal a kiss of your own if you wanted to and you do. Your body rushes with so much heat that you let the blanket fall away, exposing you to a light breeze. Hyunjin pulls you over so that you’re stadling him, his arms locking around your waist.
“Take me wherever you want,” you whisper, “As long as I’m with you I don’t care.” It gives him butterflies to hear you say that and you notice his cheeks begin to go all rosy on you. It’s the cutest thing. Hyunjin plants his feet firmly on the ground, lifting you up without warning, and carrying you towards the bed. You cling to him for dear life, only letting go once he has you safely on the bed. Even then the two of you can’t quite untangle from each other. Not that either of you try.
“Cuddle tonight and prison break in the morning, deal?” he asks, lit up with all the possibilities of where you could escape to together.
You yawn, settling into the fluffy mattress, eyelids growing heavy, “Deal.”
Hyunjin pulls you in, your head nestled against his chest, and strokes your hair as he hums along to the music once more. You drift off to sleep in no time. Comforted, loved, protected, and safe in the knowledge that tomorrow won’t be like the others have been because you’ve finally let him in. Finally let yourself trust that it truly is you and him.
And him and you and you and him and…
#stray kids x reader#stray kids x female reader#stray kids x you#stray kids fluff#hyunjin x reader#hyunjin x you#hyunjin fluff
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Crushed Walnuts
Pairing: Spencer Reid × GN!Reader
Angst
For: Anonymous Request
Content Warnings: Character death, gunshot wound, loss of blood, grief, funeral, NO HAPPY ENDING
Summary: You fade in and out while Spencer tries to keep you alive.
Author's Note: Tissues at the ready. I'm experimenting with writing style and trying to improve how I write grief so enjoy!!!
Feedback is always welcome!
Requests are OPEN!
You rolled onto your side, vaguely aware of your team's muffled yells around you. The shot rang
in your ears, rattling around your brain and causing your vision to wobble.
As you started to regain consciousness, you saw Spencer crouch down beside you, pressing on
your chest.
Spencer.
Your breath hitched when you saw him. He was always so nice to you, telling you random things
he’d learned and filling up your coffee for you.
(He did that for everyone because that’s the kind
of person he was, but you liked to imagine that he took as much pleasure in your morning routine as you did.)
The best part of work was walking into the bullpen and seeing his smile.
Where was his smile?
He was panicked now, and his hands were shaking as he pressed on the red-hot spot.
“Hey, stay with…”
★★★★★
“...me personally, I think Gattaca is one of the most accurate sci-fi movies.”
You tilted your head, giving up on your paperwork to listen to his voice.
“I’ve never seen it. I’m not much of a sci-fi person.”
His smile widened, and he quickly leaned forward.
“Oh, you’re missing out! Sci-fi is one of the most interesting genres of film and literature there is.
Some advancements in technology were directly influenced by fiction.”
You shook your head. “Unfortunately, I’m more of a rom-com person.”
He took a sip of his vile coffee.
“Did you know the first romantic comedy was released in 1924?”
You shook your head again. He always knew things you never even considered.
“I prefer to watch things that have been released within the past few decades.”
He sighed again, wiping a smudge of coffee ground off the bottom of his mug.
“You’re missing…”
★★★★☆
“...out. They’re going in and out!”
You blinked again, groaning at the pinching pain in your ribs. You could see the panic in his
eyes, tears forming as he called for backup. You went to sit up, but he pushed you back down.
“Stay where you are. You’re losing a lot of blood.”
His voice cracked slightly at the end, something that usually happened when he was happy. But
there was no joy in his expression as you both stared down at the bloody wound in your chest.
“When did I get hit?”
He frowned, elevating your head to keep you conscious.
“A few minutes ago. Don’t worry, an ambulance is on the…”
★★★☆☆
“...way back in 10,000 BC, the first ancestors of the modern walnut started growing.”
You paused, your hand halfway to your mouth.
“That long?”
He nodded, eager to share his never-ending flow of information.
“Mhm. They were brought over by Chinese merchants.”
You popped a few in your mouth, chewing slowly.
“Well, they’re really good. I could eat them for hours and never get…"
★★☆☆☆
“...tired.”
You heard your voice from far away, watching the panic in his eyes increase.
“No, I need you to stay awake. Don’t die on me, okay? I don’t want to lose you.”
His voice grew fainter, and you could hear your thready heartbeat in your ears.
“Stay with me. Do you…”
★☆☆☆☆
“...understand Korean? There's a film festival in town this weekend.”
You smiled gratefully, watching him stumble over his words.
“I wouldn’t get any of it.”
“Oh, you wouldn’t need to. I can translate everything for you in real-time.”
You blushed at the thought of him whispering in your ear, hoping he didn’t notice anything.
“Yeah, sure.”
The nerves quickly left his body and he sighed in relief.
“Perfect. It’s a date.”
Realizing his words, he quickly headed toward the elevator, pressing the button for the ground floor. You hesitated
before stepping after him.
“When you said date, you meant as friends, right?”
He turned around, flashing you a more subdued smile.
“Yeah, of course. I don’t know why I said that. Sometimes I don't even know what I'm...”
☆☆☆☆☆
“...thinking of you all the time. And I miss the way that you listened, and how you used to make
me feel. And every time I do a crossword, I look for things you like. Liked. I don’t know if I’ll ever get
over you. Um, that’s all.”
He stepped down from the podium, making his way back to his seat in the front row. The
shadows under his eyes were darker than usual, his hair was greasy and unwashed, and he hadn't eaten in days.
He knew if you saw him, you’d worry and tell him to take care of himself. But sitting in front of
your fresh grave as another team member came to say some more remarks, he couldn’t bring himself to care.
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Different Universes (Hannibal)
Description: Y/N ends up in the Hannibal universe and Hannibal falls for her
Warning: Smut, Cheating (sorta)
Word Count: 2,526k
Request: could you write a fanfic where the reader is a big fan of the Hannibal series, just goes about her day normaly,falls asleep and then wakes up in the Hannibal universe. She tries to figure out where she is (without knowing that she is in an alt. universe) and witnesses an actual murder, but manages to escaped unscathed with her knowledge of the Hannibal universe. After that she is contacted by the FBI, who want to interrogate her and this is how she ultimatly meets Dr.Lecter, who will be her therapist.(with her realising who he is).He quickly gets intrigued with her and wants to get to kniw her. Would it be possible to end it with some smut? Sorry, if this a really odd request.
Author’s note: I changed some things up but I really like these sort of requests. Also I work all day tomorrow so I will post two fics today.
Being married to a celebrity had it’s pros and cons. Cons being that fans were everywhere and so was paparazzi. You could never get a break. But the fans are what made Y/N’s husband who he is today and his talent of course. Pros being that the one person everyone thirst for on the internet you have. They love you and that it makes you feel like the luckiest person in the world. And of course when you see them on TV it’s like watching your husband. Oh wait, it is. Y/N and Mads have been together for 5 years, married for 1. They were 20 years apart but that didn’t mean anything to them. Y/N is a fan of Hannibal and watches it all the time, like right now.
She always wondered what it would be like to be in the show. It was something that crossed her mind often. She even read fanfic about her husband’s character. She would give anything to be in that universe even for a day. So When she wakes up outside Hannibal’s house, she isn’t too upset. At first she didn’t realize where she was, but it looked familiar. It took a minute but she gasped so hard she started choking once she realized it. She was outside Hannibal Lecter’s house. She looked around in awe, she couldn’t believe that she was here.
She walked around his house for a little bit, exploring the place. “Can I help you?” She heard it was her husband’s accent. She turned towards the voice and gasped. It was Mads except it wasn’t, it was Hannibal. “You look lost.” He stated as she looked at him in awe. She couldn’t say anything, too shocked. “Can you talk?” He asked after a while of silence. “Yeah I uh yes.” She said, making the man chuckle. “Are you okay?” He asked. “I don’t know.” She answered, she really didn’t. “Come inside. I’ll make you something to eat.” She got excited at first but realized that Hannibal was a cannibal.
“Uh I’ll just take some tea.” She said as they walked in his house. His house looked like it did on the show. He poured the tea and she watched him. “Can you tell me why you were outside my house?” He asked as he handed her the tea. “I actually don’t know. One minute I’m on the couch in my house watching TV, the next I’m here.” He hummed at her words. “So you sleep walk?” He asked. She shook her head, “No.” He looked at her as she drank from the cup. She was beautiful and he felt like he knew her. “I feel like you do and don’t realize it. Have you ever woken up in a weird place before?” He asked, she shook her head. “No. This is a first.” She said.
He got up and walked upstairs leaving her there in her thoughts. Moments later he returned with a notebook. “I thought I recognized you. You’re my new patient. Y/N.” She looked at him confused. “Patient?” She asked. “Jack Crawford assigned you to me after you witnessed a murder.” She had no memory of this. “Um okay.” She said still confused but realized that she had woken up in this universe and this wasn’t a dream. She was a part of this show. Though she had no memory prior to waking up outside his house. “Right. Sorry I just forgot.” She lied. He nodded and opened the notebook. “I guess we can start our session now. Wasn’t expecting you until tomorrow.” He said. She looked at him as he wrote some things down. “Okay Ms. Y/N tell me what you remember about the murder.” She was fucked.
After the session was over she realized that she probably couldn’t stay here even though she hadn’t had a place to go. “I will see you next week.” He told her as she walked out of his house. She didn’t know what she was going to do. She had no memory of anything that he said. So she certainly doesn’t remember where her home would be. As she left his house she thought of what she could do. Thought of going back and falling asleep by his house but what would she do for a week? She huffed as she walked back to his house and rang the door bell. He answered and she sighed, “Can I stay the night?”
It was beyond her why he agreed without explanation. She sat in the bed that he gave her and just thought. Thought about how crazy this was and how apart of her wants to go back to her universe. As she sat on the bed thinking she heard a knock. “Come in.” She said and Hannibal walked into the room. He saw how distraught she looked and he sat by her. “You okay?” He asked, concerned in his eyes. She looked at him, god he looked so much like her husband. She knew that he basically was but he wasn’t. “I don’t know.” She whispered. “Is this about not having any memory at first?” She wanted to tell him. She wanted to tell him the truth, that she wasn’t from this universe and that she’s married to his actor but he would probably think she’s nuts. But she couldn’t live in this world alone.
“I’m gonna say something and it’s going to sound crazy but I need you to bare with me.” He nods. She lets out a sigh and looks away from him. “I’m not from here.” She says. He looks at her confused, “What do you mean?” “Like this universe. I’m from a different one and in that universe this is a tv show called Hannibal. If i’m not mistaken given what you’re wearing this is season two and Will Graham is in prison for crimes he did not commit. You committed them but don’t worry I won’t tell. And your actor is my husband Mads Mikkelsen.” His jaw dropped and he looked at her in shock. He wasn’t quite sure he believed her. But how did she know that he was the killer? “Mads Mikkelsen?” He asked. She raised an eyebrow at him.
That’s really what he got out of all of that. “Yes that’s my husband, that’s you just in a different universe.” He didn’t know what to say, she sounded crazy. “I know I sound crazy.” “Well I wouldn’t say that.” He tried, she rolled her eyes. “But i’m telling the truth. That’s why I don’t remember anything from here like the murder or the FBI.” “But you told me the story.” “I lied.” He nodded. “I’m sorry Hannibal. I know this is a lot to hear.” “I’m a TV Show character and my actor is married to you and you are well aware that i’m the killer.” He summed up what he could.
She looked at her hands, “You have to believe me.” He looked at her. She had to be crazy, none of it made sense. Though he could read people very well and she didn’t seem like she was lying. “Do I ever get caught?” He asked. She looked at him, “Yes but you escape.” He nodded. “With Will. I mean you two are basically in love.” He gave her a weird look. “I’m not in love with Will.” She looked at him with a “really?” look. “I’m not.” He said. She shook her head, “yeah whatever you say.” “Does he love me?” She chuckled at the question but nodded. “One might say he does but you guys don’t get together. You almost kiss but that’s it. You might be together after the show ends. There isn’t a fourth season.” She tells him. “This is unique.” He told her and she laughed. “I know but it’s all true.” “So since the man you call Mads? Plays me do you find me attractive?” He asked. She looked at him, red in the face.
“I mean yeah. Of course I do.” She said. “So then if I kissed you, you’d be okay with it?” Her jaw was on the floor. “I uh I mean yeah. Yes, I would like that.” She said. He leaned in and kissed her. She was shocked that it came down to this moment but she wasn’t complaining. She kissed him back and cupped his face. Their lips moved in sync as thoughts were racing through both of their minds. This was all crazy. She got up and straddled him, pulling him closer. His hands were placed on her hips as she deepened the kiss. Her hands ran through his hair. “Have you always wanted to do this?” He asked against her lips. She nodded out of breath. “Yes.” He smirked and ran his fingers over her lips. “Have you thought about having sex with me?” She nodded and pushed him down so he was laying on the bed. His hands went under her shirt and she pulled it off her body revealing a red lace bra that she had on. His hands immediately went to her boobs. “You’re so beautiful.” He tells her and removes the bra.
She lets it fall off her before she throws it with her shirt. Her hands travel down his white shirt that he was in. He looked so good in PJ’s. “Take this off.” She tells him. He leans up and takes the shirt off, throwing it with her things. He didn’t have abs per say but he was still the hottest man she’s ever seen. She gets off him to remove her panties and he removes his PJ pants and boxers. She straddles him again and looks down at him. He looked up at her like she was his whole world, in her universe she was. His hands pulled her hips closer to where she was almost lined up with him. She looked down and saw his hard dick. Same size and thickness as her husband. He watched her as she lined herself up and slowly sat on his dick. He felt her walls taking him in like they were made for each other. She let out little moans until he was all the way in her.
His hands held her hips again and she began riding him. She went slow at first building up the pleasure. They didn’t break eye contact as her jaw dropped. It felt so good. He could feel her walls clenching him and it made him groan. How was he supposed to be in love with Will when she was here? Her hips started moving faster and faster making the pleasure more intense. Both of them making noise now, enjoying the moment. She leaned down and kissed him, silencing her moans. Their lips moved together in a sloppy kiss. It wasn’t a neat kiss, it was tongue and teeth and everything was put into it. Hannibal’s hands gripped her back as he felt himself getting closer. She gasped into his mouth as she felt her high near. Her eyes rolled back as her hips went faster.
He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face, it was like a pretty painting that he longed to see. She was so close she could taste it. “Are you going to cum, pretty girl?” He asked her. That’s all it took. She was cumming all over him with whines of his name. Seeing her cum, made him cum even harder. With a groan of her name he released inside of her. Her hips slowly move to ride out their orgasms. Her moans die down and her hips stop. She looks down at the man still shock that he’s Hannibal fucking Lecter. He stares back at her with a look in his eyes she knows all too well. It’s the same look her husband gives her. Is this man in love with her?
She had to get back to her universe. This was so nice but she didn’t belong here. She belonged with Mads not Hannibal but since Mads plays Hannibal she does love him. But the time she has spent with him has been amazing and she didn’t wanna leave but she also wanted to get back to her life. Hannibal was a killer after all. She knows how this story ends and she truly thinks Will and him are meant to be.
As much as she loves him she doesn’t wanna change that. But these past few weeks have been amazing. She laid her on Hannibal’s chest as they just talked. “Is your universe different from this one?” He asked. It kinda was in a sense that the issues going on in this universe were the only focus and in her universe they aren’t just main focuses like that. Everyone has got their own problems. “It feels the same but from watching it on TV no.” Will’s powers that he has as well. “And Will’s visions.” “Now I definitely believe you.” He joked and they both laughed. This was nice. Not having any actual problems besides to get back to her universe. “When does Will get out of prison?” He asked. She shouldn’t tell him. “Soon.” Was all she said.
She sat at the table as she watched him make dinner. It was like a routine. She loved doing it but as she watched them cook, she realized that this was the stuff that her and Mads did. They had a life together and this reflected that. “I’ve really enjoyed our time together, Hannibal.” She said with a smile as she drank from her wine glass. He smiled and gave her a plate. “I have to.” Her smile dropped slightly as she looked up at him. “I uh wish I could stay.” She said. “You can.” He told her. “I can’t though. I have a husband and life to get back to.” She told him. “I’m your husband though. I mean technically.” She looks at him and sighs, “You are but you aren’t. My husband isn’t a cannibal. He just plays one on TV.” “So I’m just a TV character to you.” That knocked the wind right out of her.
That was something she never thought she’d ever hear. She loved fictional characters so much and they were so much more than that but hearing that question made her sick. “No Hanni you’re not you’re so much more than that but you gotta look at it from my perspective this wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t even know how it happened.” She told him. “To you it wasn’t. But this to me was a blessing.” He took her hands. She looked up at him from her seat. “Stay with me, Y/N. I can give you all he can.” But he couldn’t and they both have different endings that don’t include each other. “Hannibal you’re amazing but we aren’t meant to be together.” She said. “Then how come you’re here?” She didn’t have an answer for that. She truly didn’t know. Luck? She didn’t have an answer to his question but all she knew was that she had to get back to her universe
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Pretty Thing - Cooper Howard (Ghoul) x Reader
Summary: You're a shiny, pretty prize worth more caps than can be counted on ten hands altogether. There's something special about you, and the Ghoul is determined to figure out just what it is.
Notes: Part threeee :) Lmk if u love this and I'll write more (feel free to leave me lots of comments and interactions, they motivate me!!)
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part 3
Ache.
Vicious and prominent throughout each and every bone and dip within your body.
Horrible, familiar ache.
The sun was blinding, scorching redness onto your skin like ripe cherry tomatoes.
A few soft, scattered blinks and your gaze parted to white. Squinting amongst the hazy glow, the silhouette of an old, brimmed hat and a noseless shadow centered.
It was him.
“Mornin’ sweetheart.”
Your back was stiff, pressed against the decayed, withered roots of an old weeping willow. Your body was postured straight, tied tight by ropes you wanted to scratch at with haste if you could.
It took you a few more blinks, a few more moments past the confusion to remember just about everything that had transpired.
The experiments, the cage, the brunette and the Ghoul. The same Ghoul who was chewing on rotted straw with dark, curious eyes admiring his rope-work, running up and down your pallid figure.
Your heart rate sped then. You didn’t much like being contained— and it seemed as though you had only been traded from one cage to another.
You gon’ make me lots of money…
His distant words pounded against your skull in an infinite echo, swelling at your brain like a bee sting.
It all settled, then.
Your eyes widened, breaths more labored now as you struggled against the ropes with the very small amount of strength you had gained from your slumber. It wasn’t much.
He only watched you for a moment with a rather unimpressed expression on his mangled face. But then he smirked.
“Don’t get too rowdy now, sweetie. I won’t hesitate to tighten them ropes.”
The ropes cut into your purpled skin the more you fought against them. They were knotted in more places than you could count. Effortlessly crafted to keep you.
Keep…
“Where are my keepers?”
God…
Your voice was an awful rasp. A horrible, guttural sound. You didn’t recognize it. Then again, you didn’t recognize anything about yourself.
Your question, too. What a silly thing to ask. As if you’d prefer being with them instead.
The horrid creature, the place where his brows would be lifted in surprise. He took his time, his sweetened— honeyed time getting up. Swinging a leg round the scraps he sat upon and lifting to tower over everything in sight. A chill met your spine, acquainted with it.
He was silent, silent as his boots crunched against the bloodied ground. Closer and closer, even closer and never once did his eyes fall from your face.
“Oh… don’t tell me you miss em’ now, darlin’. Yous a masochist behind all them chains and ropes, pretty thing? Hmm?”
He smelled of bitterness and smoke, invasive and poisonous. It didn’t take him long to be a mere step before you— but he invaded it. Your breath left your lips, you poor— confused thing. You were in disarray as you turned your head so to escape him.
That wasn’t allowed.
His hand was a rough, unpleasant thing. Torn up and stitched together by frayed threads. It was foreign yet warm against your chin as he roughly redirected your gaze to him again. Demanding your attention. He hummed in dark approval when you lifted your wide eyes to find his.
“Hope not. They took all that meat off them bones o’ yours. We gon’ have to sweeten you up again, ain’t we?”
He was suffocating you. Every fiber of you. So close now that his breath was kissing your cheek.
Your gaze narrowed, jaw blooming with tension-coiled poppies.
“I could kill you.” You practically spat and God— how right you were.
You didn’t know the how or the why, the reason or the answers. No, you didn’t know any of that at all. What you did know, however, was that whatever fueled the crimson laced in your palms was enough to bring any ghoul to their knees. He could be no different.
And yet?
He laughed. A raspy, weak sound. Golden teeth on full display. Your head fell into a tilt of confusion, he followed it— huffing out a breath when he was done getting a kick from your words.
“Oh I know, sweetie. I know. But do you?”
But do you…
Three simple words forming a question that brought more fear to you than any ropes or chains ever could. You couldn’t remember. That was just the problem.
The sound of sharp metal scraping against worn leather made your wide eyes dart toward his free hand. The mangled Ghoul lifted a shined, silvered blade from his holster and pointed it right to the most vulnerable place at your neck.
You gulped, lips parting as your chest rose and fell. The cruel creature… he was teasing you, and he was enjoying it. There was mischief lit up like golden globes in his eyes, a soft and sadistic kind of smirk just ghosted on his lips. He scraped the blade against your soft skin, dragging it from your collarbone, up to your jugular, then right to your chin— all the while following the dangerous path with his eyes.
He could have sunk the blade in. Ended it. Turned in your body for far too many caps to count but… he didn’t. No… instead he brought the blade to the same ropes he caged you with and he set you free.
Your body was a home for every pin and needle in existence to dwell. Soon as your ropes fell to the dilapidated ground, you fell with them. On your hands and knees before his scruffy boots.
He stood there like that for a moment, looking down at you kneeled at his feet. Perhaps he was waiting to see if you’d run. You didn’t. Not because you didn’t want to but rather because you were afraid.
Afraid and confused.
Your eyes darted to your surroundings and every single inch of them was unfamiliar. How would you survive?
When the Ghoul was certain you were staying put, he parted from you; walking slow back to his seat of scraps as he ruffled some papers away from his coat.
With a clear of his throat, he began…
“Y/N Y/L/N. Age? Unknown. Species? Radioactive superhuman. Now ain’t that some wild shit, darlin’? You. Little ol’ you and you ain’t the least bit scarred or mangled, huh?”
You blinked, his words only a blur of nonsense you couldn’t quite break apart enough to be coherent. You cautiously lifted your head, gaze settling in on him again. He sat proudly, satisfied with all this. Right ankle rested atop left knee and stained paper gripped in ancient hands.
He looked on at you once, satisfied to know he had earned your attention again. With a deeper smirk now, he continued louder.
“Subject can absorb harmful radiation n’ process it to gain sustenance. Oo’ wee… n’ there’s more. Y/L/N possesses the innate ability to manipulate any form of power er energy and project it from her very hands— my my. Look at you. A god damn X-Man, ain’t you?”
His words, though understood in your conscious mind, you didn’t understand the importance of them. All you knew to be true was that people were afraid. Horrified.
Yet not him.
Not him…
Your breath left you, exhausted by the heat and position, and you bowed your head again. He silently skimmed through whatever else was printed on that precious page, and when he was satisfied? He tossed it aside and focused his attention back on you.
“Now I had thought that I was real damn lucky to have found you, you little money maker. But no, oh no darlin’— that just ain’t true. See, I ain’t got no use for ya’ if you kill me fore’ I get my payout. N’ you can— kill me. Ain’t a fool to admit it. You ain’t like me, you ain’t like vaultie or any of those tin soldiers. Nah, yous real special. Different. I thought bout’ dumpin’ you when I read this ol’ thing but damn it, sweetie… I must have a lil’ thing for strays.”
His tangent was laced with only parts you could keep up with. You were worth something, but he was unlucky to have you. He had a thing for strays, but he was set to dump you. You weren’t like him, but he too was a monster.
“You’re awfully contradictory…” it left your lips far before you could stop it, moving to sit or rather slump back against the tree as you spoke. Your ribs poked against your skin.
“Mm.” Is all he offered, staring on at you for a few more painfully long moments before he lifted again. He was even slower now, even more cautious in his approach. Towered before you and shifting so to squat— eye to eye you were again.
“See truth be told, sweetie, s’ you that needs me. Even exchange, really. Gon’ use you for all you’re worth, and you gon’ be fed real well. Ain’t gonna be held by no chains or rope. N’ I’ll teach you how to really, truly hurt a man enough to keep m’ down— understand?”
He wanted to help you…?
You didn’t have much experience at all with being, well, alive. That you remembered, at least. Living truly, not just breathing. Even so, if you searched hard enough beneath the surface of his words, you understood them. He needed you for your powers, as everyone else seemed to, and as a courtesy in return? He’d teach you all the things your keepers wouldn’t dare to, all the things orbiting planet freedom.
He was a stranger.
Then again… everyone was.
Your silence, your unspoken dilemma confined in your aching mind— it was enough to provoke his voice again.
“You can go on n’ run into that city, you know. Oh I ain’t gon’ stop you, pretty thing. No I ain’t. You know what will, though?”
Your gaze became a glare, and yet he was expectant.
“Go on, ask me.”
You didn’t quite follow, and yet if one thing was clear in your gaze and your consciousness? It was him… his commands.
“What?” Is but all you whispered, and it satisfied the mangled man enough to make him sigh.
The same awful, torn up hand that had lifted you into his arms. The same hand that had tied you hostage with rope and flipped through your dilapidated file, that same hand, it lifted once more so to brush away the hair sticking against your dampened forehead. You shivered at the sensation.
Gentle… the most gentle you’d ever felt in your entire consciousness; and from a Ghoul.
His eyes glazed over you like jam to buttered scone and with a twitch of his jaw and a tilt of his skull, he gave you the answer you were silently seeking…
“You will…”
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I was going to write a fic about Lando wanting to wear pretty clothes, but I gave up after a couple scenes. Anyway, here's the only part I kept:
Lando’s fingers twitch nervously as he collects his packages, fiddling with the corners and ducking under the tape sealing the flaps shut, but he’s careful not to accidentally open them where anyone can see. It was already embarrassing enough to ask the concierge for them, and he cringed at the heavily branded boxes. The lady probably now thinks he has a secret girlfriend or something.
It’s nice out in Melbourne, and Lando is more than happy to swap the polo and jeans he wore to the paddock for a new purple v-neck that’s so soft and light to the touch it might disintegrate between his fingers and shorts that are just a tad bit shorter than the ones he ran around the city in. He has already been photographed without his shirt within days of arriving, so if he does bump into someone, it shouldn’t come as too much of a surprise.
But it is really just Lando’s luck that he quite literally smacks into his teammate’s back as he rounds the corner.
Oscar straightens with his bucket of ice, blinks at him, and asks, “Where are you going in such a rush?”
Lando folds his arms over his chest.
“Dinner. Not a foreign concept to you, hopefully.”
“‘Course not.” What is a foreign concept is how Oscar’s gaze keeps drifting south, flickering between the plunging neckline of Lando’s shirt and his upper thighs.
Oh, how interesting, he thinks, amused. Out loud, he asks, “Wanna come with? I have no idea which places are trainer-approved.”
It takes a moment for Oscar to shrug and respond, “Sure, why not. Teammate bonding and such, right?”
Lando gasps and plucks the bucket from Oscar’s hands. He pokes Oscar’s shoulder for good measure. “We’re plenty bonded, mate!” Not as much as he’d like, but still. “Just admit that you’re simply leaping at the idea of spending time with me away from the paddock.”
“I’m going to bring you to a seafood restaurant.”
“Aah! No, no, don't do that. I dressed up so pretty, I even shaved, and you’re not ruining my hard work with, eugh, fish.”
Once again, Oscar’s gaze travels over Lando’s figure, and Lando is incredibly delighted to see red tinting his cheeks. He preens a little, which he cannot be blamed for.
It’s so flattering that it more than makes up for Oscar’s simple affirming, “Hm.”
God, Lando would be so over this whole flirting-not-quite-boyfriends thing if it wasn’t so entertaining. He just hopes that Oscar’s patience doesn’t run out before either one of them gives in and just confesses. He also hopes that he isn’t misreading anything either. That would be fucking humiliating.
The little smiles and full-body laughter Lando regularly receives from him keeps him hopeful at best and delusional at worst.
On the way to Oscar’s hotel room, Lando asks what he planned on doing with the ice, and he only receives a shrug and a mumbled, “You never know when you just need a bucket of ice.”
“That’s fair.”
“Speaking of ice, are you going to be cold in just that? It gets cooler in the evenings, and your circulation sucks.”
“A price I’m willing to pay. Have you considered that maybe your circulation is working overtime? That it might be doing too much?” Lando retorts in lieu of admitting that he didn’t actually think that far ahead in his nervous excitement. A green hoodie promptly hits him in the face.
It’s not McLaren merch. It’s OP81 merch, and it smells like Oscar. Lando resists the urge to ball it up and shove his face into it.
“Just hold onto it if you don’t wanna wear it now,” Oscar says before disappearing into the bathroom. He re-emerges in a long-sleeved shirt and trousers that don’t have drawstrings. Lando almost breathes a sigh of relief. Small mercies.
Oscar’s hoodie also ends up being one of those small mercies, and Lando burrows into it comfortably as they take a longer route back to the hotel because the city after dark is nice. Oscar raises an eyebrow at him in his subtly gloating fashion, which Lando ignores in favor of tucking his nose into the collar.
“You look prettier in my hoodie,” Oscar mumbles.
“Huh?”
“Never mind. We’re here anyway.”
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Singing Price a Lullaby
Reusing one of my favorite ideas! I actually put in the names of all the characters I write for into a random picker and I got Price! Lovely, he's earned it!
Looking up from your phone, you gazed through the window, looking at the few stars and clouds that were visible. The sun had kissed the planet goodnight a while ago. And yet, here you were, all alone still, lying in your bed as you awaited your lover to finally finish his work for the day. A torturous time, really. Although he may have been so near, you dared not disturb him in what he deemed so important. And thus you were left to your own devices for hours now, asking him whether or not he had desired some food from time to time. Truthfully, an empty stomach was the only thing to make John abandon his oh so important work. And even then, conversation was sparse, he merely thought about work, not paying you much mind. While there may be the occasional answer were you to ask a question, it was short. He may have been the captain of a prestigious force, but that didn’t mean he should neglect you like that. Even you, with your understanding nature, had your limits. But it wasn’t John unintentionally ignoring you for the majority of the day that got to you, no. What really irked you was how few breaks he took. Yes, what he had to do was indeed of utmost importance, but you’d rather have him take care of himself either way. You brought him tea and water, incentives to get away from his paperwork for a few minutes at a time.
Looking at your phone yet again, the clock read 21:23. Had it been up to you, you would have dragged John from his desk and into bed. While you may not have been as strong as he was physically, you would hold him down until sleep would take him. If you needed to, you would learn to tie knots as well, anything to get your boyfriend to rest. With a sigh, you turned off your phone, deciding that you, and him, had had enough for the night. Your bed may have been a bastion of comfort, but it was incomplete without him. And thus, yet again, you sought him out in the one place he could almost always be found.
You knocked on the door to his office and, to no surprise, John invited you in, not bothering to open the door himself, however.
“Evening, love. Can I help you?” It was late, he had been working since the morning. Evidently, he was tired, his speech a bit slower than usual. John even had the gall to stifle a yawn around you. Had you been stronger, you would have picked him up, thrown him over your shoulder and carried him to your shared bed. But alas he was too heavy. The sentiment was still very much there, though.
“John, don’t you think it’s time to head to bed? It’s half past nine pm already, you’ve been at this since ten am.”
Turning back to his paperwork, he tapped the pen against his papers. “Just a little bit longer, then I’ll stop for the time being.”
Those few sentences made you irrationally angry. ‘Just a little longer’, that usually meant he’d be at this for another three hours or so, which was unacceptable. You took a deep breath and gently closed the door behind you. However, you could not pretend to be calm any longer as you stomped over to John, taking his papers from him and scanning them over. “Spelling error. Spelling error. Did you doze off as you wrote this? Wrong use of ‘than’. Spelling error.” You put the papers down with force, it was a surprise none of them had flown off the desk. “John, you’re dead tired and mentally exhausted. I think it’s time you call it quits for the night.”
Putting his pen down, he sighed. “Love, it’s alright. This is important and the deadline is coming up soon enough. I can go to bed later. I’m not tired just yet either.” He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you a bit closer and resting his head against you, closing his eyes for a moment. “I’ll join you soon enough, don’t worry.”
“Stop shitting me. You’re leaving this room right now.” Grabbing his arm, you pulled him up. You had expected otherwise, but he put up no fight as you dragged him off the chair. It seemed as though not even he wanted to really work anymore this late. No one was going to burn him at the stakes for heading to bed for the night. Or stopping for any other reason. “And if you’re not tired, fine. We’ll do something else until you are tired.” What a liar. You were sure if you forced him to bed and wrapped a blanket around him he’d be gone in roughly ten minutes. Maybe even less. His eyes were only half open, and he was, yet again, stifling a yawn. “Come on, we’re heading to the living room. I have an idea for what we can do.”
For a moment he hesitated, refusing to go along with you as you were halfway through the door. John looked back at the documents on his desk, barely moving as you tried to drag him through the door. His gaze seemed almost empty as he stared off into space. He was half asleep, even while standing there. Eventually, he relented, turning off the lights and following you into the living room.
Holding onto his wrist still, you sat down on the couch, patting your lap as John simply stared at you. Raising his eyebrow, it was clear what he wanted to convey. ‘I’m too heavy for you, I won’t be sitting in your lap.’ But that wasn’t your intention either.
“Lie down, put your head on my lap.” Although he may have been a captain, he obeyed your command, no complaints from his side either. It was adorable how he looked up at you, barely conscious. You were certain he’d fall asleep eventually. However, maybe, just maybe, you could convince him to go to bed without him actually falling asleep in your lap. You wanted to sleep in your bed as well, after all. All of this could have been avoided if only he would take better care of himself. You’re going to scold him for that, but it could wait until tomorrow. For the time being you ran your fingers through his hair.
“What are we going to do now? Watch the telly?”
“Quiet, my dear. I’m thinking.” What you were about to do was kind of embarrassing. You were only really used to singing to yourself when no one was around. But you always found your voice to be quite soothing. In fact, you could sing yourself sleepy with certain songs as well. It was a blessing and a curse. You hoped you wouldn’t start yawning throughout it. Unfortunately, it wasn’t as unlikely as one would think. Still, you’d give it your all. But what to sing? You wanted to go for something a bit nicer.
Eventually, you settled for a song, looking away from John for a bit before starting to play with his hair again. He never looked away from you, taking in all of your features, regardless of how many times he had seen them.
Your voice wasn’t overly loud, it wasn’t overly high pitched either as you sang. Still, you felt a bit embarrassed, avoiding John’s gaze. It seemed almost humiliating to you, singing in front of someone else after years of not doing so. But it would take John’s mind off of things, you hoped. Your little performance was nice, you could feel yourself relaxing a bit as well.
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed
This flower don't belong to me
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
I think I found a flower in a field of weeds
Searching until my hands bleed
This flower don't belong to me
This flower don't belong to me
Why can't she belong to me?
Slowly, you could feel your eyes getting a bit droopy as well, a yawn coming along with the feeling. Still, you ignored such for the sake of continuing to sing. John shifted in your lap, laying down on his side as he nuzzled into your stomach. You couldn’t tell if he was actually enjoying this, anxiety building up in your chest. However, you had already started, it would be a shame to stop now.
Every word, every thought, every sound
Every touch, every smile, every frown
All the pain we've endured until now
All the hope that I lost, you have found
He wrapped his arms around your middle and sighed contently. Maybe your anxieties were unfounded after all. It wasn’t often he’d sigh like that, only when he was really comfortable. For a moment, you dared to look at him. His eyes were closed and he seemed happy.
Every word, every thought, every sound
Surrender
Every touch, every smile, every frown
Surrender
All the pain we've endured until now
Surrender
All the hope that I lost, you have found
His breathing was shallow and calm. Has he fallen asleep already? You would have preferred it if he had fallen asleep in your shared bed, but you supposed this was better than nothing. You could always just take a nap tomorrow.
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come and passed?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come and passed?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Surrender
Has my moment come and passed?
Surrender
I never had the nerve to ask
Your little performance was over now. You had found yourself to be quite tired yourself, but dared not to move in fear of waking John. Yet, eventually, he stirred awake, in spite of you not moving a muscle. His slumber didn’t last very long, if he had even slept in the first place.
“Beautiful, love. How come you never told me you could sing like that?”
“Well, it is a bit embarrassing. Even though I really do love singing. Anyway, go to bed, you stinker. It’s late and you’re tired.”
John sighed, but got up reluctantly. Having pulled you up with him, he linked his arm with yours. You were ready to hold him given how he swayed from left to right as he walked. “Nothing to be embarrassed about. You should sing more often. I’d love to hear you sing again sometime.”
“W-well, I’m sure that could be arranged… We’ll discuss that tomorrow. For now we’re heading to bed.”
“Wouldn’t dream of going anywhere else at this hour.” What a jester. Had you not intervened then he’d still be working away at some boring papers. But you were proud of him for complying. He needed that rest, after all.
You weren’t sure how long it took for him to actually fall asleep, but you could have sworn you heard light snoring the moment he hit the bed. In fact, he wasn’t even moving anymore, it was you, who had to drape the blanket over the both of you. But you didn’t mind. With a gentle kiss to the top of John’s head, you settled down for the night yourself, nestling into the blankets and getting comfortable. Eventually, you, too, fell asleep, tired from singing the lullaby.
#cod#cod x reader#john price#john price x reader#price x reader#got a surge of writing inspiration today and decided to finally write this! I've been meaning to for a while now anyway#the song reader is singing is Surrender by Billy Talent#it's one of my favorite songs to imagine romantic things to#I think it's one of my favorite songs in general#I like to think that Price listens to that sort of music himself so he knows and likes that song as well#man when is it my turnn to finally sing my partner a nice little lullaby? singing is humiliating but oh so very nice#Originally I wanted to write this idea with Ghost but decided I'd spin the wheel and take another character and thus here's Price#I know he's the big and strong captain but the things I'd do to be able to take care of that man. Need to put his head in my lap!!#and then play with his hair until he falls asleep! and when he's completely relaxed?#I'm gonna take advantage of that and give him a kissy on his forehead#Silly little stinker! Sleepy little guy! I will make him go to bed! I can't assert dominance to save my life but trust me he'll sleep!#There's just nothing cuter than a sleepy little guy falling asleep in your arms! He needs that rest so bad!
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Mum said it’s my turn on the writing.
Ive never posted a fic before call me cringe but oh well.
My interpretation of the au and characters! probably takes place somewhere during the world’s worst roadtrip arc or whatever we called it. I love monsters and Clyde is so cool to me.
Sorta beta’d by my good friend Clemin thank you kindly.
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Harold's job was a boring one. Just a cashier for some no-name gas station. Every day he spent his work hours hoping for something new and interesting to happen, and yet it never did.
Each day he entered the building was just as boring as the last, and as much as he wanted to, he could not quit in order to look for a more interesting job, as he needed the money to keep a roof over his head and food in his belly.
His energy was spent on the monotonous tasks that came with a cashier job, and his thoughts were reserved for daydreaming away the slow and boring days without directly falling asleep.
His mind yearned for stimulation, something to distract himself from the dreary repetitive days he found himself trapped in. Yet, as he eyed the literal monster currently occupying the room with him, his mind and body frozen in terror from it simply existing in such close proximity, he can’t help but miss the simple yet boring days of the past.
Whatever this thing was, it was definitely the eastridge demon or whatever it was called. He’d unfortunately never paid too much mind to the stories about the thing, instead brushing it off as some fairytale, but from what he can recall people saying about it, the thing in front of him matched the description.
Curiously, it was accompanied by a human. One Alex Williams if his memory is correct. He recalls briefly seeing (her? his?) their wanted poster. They were talking to the demon as if the two were friends, which might be the case. Probably why they had a wanted poster. Is conspiring with demons illegal? He’s not sure.
He’s also not sure how they are so calm around that thing. The sight of it makes his blood freeze in his veins and its voice makes his ears ring. He feels unbelievably cold, his terror so overwhelming that he can’t even shake in fear. Yet Alex(?) looks right at home around that thing. They don't even react to the terrible cacophony that is the demon's voice. Layers of voices and sounds that mix into a terrifyingly unpleasant sensation that grates at the ears, yet somehow this random person is completely fine. They even respond to the monster, as if the incomprehensible mess of sound was some understandable language.
A small part of Harold feels envious. How cool it must be to have befriended such a creature. He wonders how something like that happens. There’s probably an interesting story there, but he won’t dare to ask and risk irritating the demon.
The two seem to be arguing (how brave they must be to argue with it,) and from the half of the conversation he can understand without being distracted by his rising dread, the monster is asking to buy stuff that they can’t afford. Oddly childish for something so scary, but he won’t say anything.
The demon makes a new sound, which he is capable of recognising as a fucked up growl (or hiss?), and somehow his body gets even colder, nausea biting at his insides. If he was actually this cold he’s pretty sure he’d have hypothermia by now. Its long tail whips at the floor irritably, leaving noticeable scratches, and Alex scolds it. For some reason it listens, and seems to calm down somewhat, resigning to their shared fate of being poor.
Alex does allow it to grab one thing, and it picks a jar of jam for some reason. Oh well, who’s he to judge if the demon likes jam? It is pretty good after all. The duo then makes their way over to him, and he can’t help but flinch away from them. Neither pay mind to it, and simply pay for all the items they wanted. His movements are choppy and his limbs jerk around awkwardly, but they don’t comment on it. He specifically avoids looking at it, keeping his eyes on the more comforting figure of Alex. (He can still see its face in his peripheral vision.)
After paying the two just.. leave. No killing, no destruction beyond a few scratches and misplaced items. He didn’t calm down immediately, it took a while for his body to move properly again, and his arms shake for the rest of the day. He’s noticeably spooked by the time his shift is over, and he doubts that he’ll recover from this any time soon.
The rest of his day is spent looking over his shoulder, paranoia biting at the back of his neck. He can’t bring himself to turn the lights of his house off at night. Maybe that makes him a bigger target, but the image of something towering over him, the only thing he can see of it being a pair of eyes and maybe a wide grin of teeth. The image terrifies him endlessly.
Harold doesn’t sleep that night.
#doai sitcom au#doai#dreams of an insomniac#alex williams doai#doai clyde#a few sentences are a bit awkward#but im too lazy to fix them#nervous about sharing this ngl#i wrote this at 3am i am tired#it’s currently 6am#so please ignore any spelling or grammatical errors#wyvns post
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OK OK OK I have a request go with me here. What about Florence with an insecure reader but she’s plus size she’s insecure about like sitting on Florence’s lap (and face 😗) so maybe like a fluffy smut or something idk I just haven’t been feeling to good about my body these days. You 100% don’t have to do this. Ok love you bye!!!!😘
Why Me?
Pairing: Florence Pugh x Plus Size! Reader
Summary: Flo helps you cope when your mind gets the better of you.
Angst, Fluff
Warnings: Body image issues, Mentions of Depression & Cyber Bullying| 1.3K
AC: I hope you enjoy this, I didn’t include any smut or suggestive themes as I simply do not do that when writing celebrity x reader so I hope what I have written is still somewhat what you were looking for x
Dating a celebrity wasn't easy, especially when you never thought you were built for the spotlight of any kind. Birthdays were usually small just to keep the attention off you as much as possible and you never liked it much when people would make a fuss about your achievements. You were shy, but it was one of the many things Florence, your girlfriend, loved about you.
Florence absolutely loves showing you off. At family events, she was always seen proudly holding your hand or having an arm wrapped around your waist. It took a long time for her to get you to say yes to attending a red-carpet event with her. Florence had this way of making you smile and laugh when you didn't know you needed it the most, it was like she was always one step ahead of your insecurities and thoughts.
But not everything was rainbows and butterflies. The world can be cruel, not matter how big or small you are, people are always going to express their opinions and it was one of the biggest things that Florence quickly noticed that was affecting you. Whenever the paparazzi snapped photos of you and Florence hand in hand walking the streets of LA or the rare chance that caught you kissing in a busy café in London, there were always comments.
Harsh and cruel comments directed mostly to you, comments on your body, weight and how people couldn't understand why Florence was with you. Most of the time you were able to avoid seeing them or ignored them whenever you did see them but being human, they got to you sometimes. You've struggled with thoughts about yourself for a while and it never helped when your depression would side with those thoughts. Florence hated the comments, and she would know when you had read some.
"What's on your mind darling?" Florence's raspy voice brought your attention back to earth as you looked up from the plate of food in front of you. "Huh? Oh, sorry" you quickly collected yourself, "I'm just a little tired, I think I might be coming down with something" you added. Florence tilted her head slightly to the right, "don't give me that" she said knowing you weren't being truthful with her.
You sighed, placing the silver fork beside the plate of untouched food, you knew there was no hope in lying to her. She studied your body language while you racked your brain to form the words you wanted to say but not wanting to upset your girlfriend. "I guess, I just" you started, avoiding eye contact with the blonde knowing full well that if you looked into her big green eyes that the tears you felt trying their best to build would break. Florence reached over the table and gently placed her hand on top of your left, "it's okay baby, take your time" she assured you.
A moment of silence was shared between the two of you before you finally broke it and spoke the thoughts that had been circling your mind for the last few days. "Why me?" You asked, "I mean, you could have anybody in the world, I mean that literally. You could have somebody who isn't….well…. me" you spoke, your eyes dropping to your lap.
Florence rose from her seat and walked over to you and kneeled, taking your hands into hers. "Look at me darling, please" she spoke. Slowly, you lifted your head up, looking at her with tears building up, "where is this coming from?" She asked, her thumbs brushing gently over your knuckles. A tear streamed down your right cheek when you saw nothing but love and concern from your partner, "I guess" you paused for a moment, "I feel so ugly" you said, "sometimes I think everybody is right, you can do a lot better than me" you added as more tears streamed down your cheeks.
Without hesitation, Florence stood up and wrapped her arms around you, pulling you close to her and placing a kiss on the top of your head. "Oh darling" she said softly. She didn't need to know how this all started, she noticed recently how you were slowly hiding yourself away from those around you, avoiding going out to lunch with Florence, afraid of what more people would say. She hated it so much that people could be so cruel and not think about what their words could do to another human. She gently rubbed your back, letting you break down in her arms. You were tired and she knew that.
She kneeled down in front of you again, wiping the tears from your cheeks, "I don't want anybody else, I don't need anybody else" she assured you, "You don't see yourself the way I see you, all those strangers don't see you the way I see you, they don't see the beautiful soul that makes my day better every morning, they don't see how hard working you are. You care so, so much about every single person around you, you make sure that everybody feels seen and included and it's something I love about you, but it also makes me wonder why you don't treat yourself with the same kindness.
You are the most beautiful person I have ever met; I am so lucky that you picked me. I am so lucky to love you. I love that I get to wake up next to you every morning and coming home to you is all I look forward to each day. Darling, nobody is perfect but you are perfect to me and I know that sounds cliché but I wouldn't have you any other way. I just want you to be happy" she said, ever breaking eye contact with you. She brushed a lock of hair behind your ear, "how about this weekend you and I take a trip, wherever you want to go. We'll take some time away from everything and just enjoy our time" she suggested.
You nodded, loving the idea of not having to worry about your insecurities. Although they didn't go away completely but Florence always had a magic way of making you forget about them.
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The sun kissed the top of the lake that you looked over, sitting on Florence's lap while she traced random shapes and patterns on your back. Like the sun, her presence and comfort brought a sense of warmth to you. Nothing else mattered in this moment but spending it with the one person you loved and adored so much. The weekend had only started, you and Florence had booked out a lake house for the weekend to enjoy, arriving in the early hours of the morning Florence still was able to cook up an amazing breakfast which the two of you enjoyed on the porch overlooking the lake.
"It's so beautiful here" you commented as your eyes traced over the mountains that overlooked the lake. Florence smiled softly, "it is, isn't it" she replied. Although she didn't care much for the view of the lake but more the soft smile that you wore proudly. She placed a kiss on your cheek which only made you blush at her unexpected affection.
"Thank you" you said as you looked over your shoulder at Florence, "I'm sorry that my mind gets the better of me sometimes" you added.
"Oh darling, you don't need to apologise nor thank me" she smiled before leaning up and kissing your lips gently, "just promise me that when you start to feel down again, you talk to me. I am always here for you, my love. I'd drop everything just to see you smile, never forget that" she added before you kissed her once more, smiling against her lips before you pulled away.
"I love you" you whispered to her.
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[P2] Film-Worthy
NSFW Lucifer x F!MC
Spice Rating - 3/4 DON'T BURN YOURSELF
[ Part 1 ] [ Part 2 ]
Lucifer is a dirty pervert, and that's why I love him.
Story CW: Restraint; Degradation; Whipping; Humiliation kink; Mention of Public Sex
Wordcount - 1800
smutty notes
(consult if you haven’t read my smut before.)
"Relax; I was teasing," he chuckles, nursing his hand through your hair. "You don't have to sound so anxious. I'm not going to do anything you don't give me the go-ahead for."
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"Do you want to... Do the really hardcore stuff to me?"
"Hm..." Lucifer squeezes you a little tighter as he watches the couple part on awkward terms, their misunderstandings of each other starting to edge into the spotlight. "Well, I am a sadist, and I would be lying if I told you I didn't enjoy the thought of restraining you thoroughly, teasing you, maybe even degrading you. Maybe a few warning smacks with my riding crop." Lucifer chuckles. "But I think about holding you in my arms and making love to you while you call my name with a sweet voice just as often. Does that answer your question, honey?"
"Yeah... I think so," you reply before he nibbles on your ear. "Are we even going to finish this?"
"I'm just teasing you, darling," Lucifer chuckles, and you feel his soft tongue dart out to give your neck a lick. "Can't I do that when we're watching a dirty short film?"
"I asked because something back there has risen, and it's not the shield hero."
"...what?" Lucifer asks, clearly only half-getting the joke, and you realize vaguely that only Levi would be familiar with that reference. "Nevermind. Just stop me if it makes you uncomfortable." Yeah right, you think as you squeeze his thigh. Like I could stop you, much less want you to.
You're already at the second sex scene as Lucifer runs the tips of his long fingers under your waistband teasingly, tracing down the front of your underwear.
"Hgnn! Oh!" the female lead cries, so lewdly that for a moment you worry the brothers are downstairs. In hindsight, they're not children, and some of them have engaged with much worse, but... "Pl-Please don't! Don't write that!"
Of course, the male lead does it anyway, painstakingly writing his name in thick, black letters on her thigh with permanent marker.
"I could do so much worse than this," the male lead replies in a heady whisper, grabbing a tight hold of her hair as he starts moving inside her again with agonizing slowness. "You're already in this far, so don't pull out now. You may have me wrapped around your cute little finger in public, but I'm the one in control here. And you love it."
"Look at her twitch, MC," Lucifer chuckles. "How much do you want to bet our lovely actress was actually having passionate sex with the actor behind the scenes?"
"L-Lucifer!" you protest, in part because he's been circling your clit without actually touching it for the past few minutes.
"Ah, I didn't mean to ogle another woman's pussy, my jealous sweetheart..." Lucifer kisses your temple, and it somehow feels condescending. "Yours is infinitely more beautiful with the way it sucks me in and gets all swollen after I'm done like it wants more... I'm sure it'd look even prettier if it started drooling white." You're tempted to say something back, but he's finally decided to press into your clit.
“AH!” you yelp as he pinches and massages your little, sensitive nub. Fuck yes, I’d love to be drooling white anywhere, everywhere… you think before you catch yourself. If you told him that, he would snap instantly and rail you in every position he could. And although that… is really tempting, you do not want to make a baby by accident.
“Hm?” Animalistic sounds echo onscreen as Lucifer keeps nursing your clit. “Honey, don’t you believe me? Have you ever known me to lie to you about things like this?”
“N-No,” you grind out before you cry out in surprise as he pulls aside your underwear and works two fingers into you, his palm pressing hard against your stiffened and throbbing bud. “Hgnn! Ah!”
“Sh, sh,” Lucifer chuckled, pressing the fingers of his other hand against your lips, slowly pushing past them until he’s rubbing your tongue with his fingers. “Be at least as quiet as the movie, sweetheart…” He moved his fingers back and forth, gently prodding the back of your tongue like he wanted to test if you would gag. “We wouldn’t want anyone waking up because you were too loud.”
“Mmph… bastard,” you hum, nevertheless turned on. “You say my name really loudly when you cum.”
“Oh, I’m a bastard now? I’ll take that as a compliment unless you want me to punish you.” Lucifer rubs against you, his hard outline insistently throbbing against your lower back, whining for you to throw away all sense of decorum and beg for it. That option is getting fairly tempting since Lucifer added a third finger, and the way he’s rubbing your walls is making you squirm with pleasure.
He keeps building you up and up and up, and just as you’re finally at your tipping point… he takes both sets of fingers out of you, leaving you wanting and annoyed. A thin string of saliva lands against your mouth, down your neck, and a faint cold feeling tells you that your fluids got a little smeared on your lower belly on Lucifer’s way out.
“Dammit, you bitch!” you protest, turning around on his lap to find him smirking up at you. “Is there ever a night where you don’t edge me!?”
“Someone is being very mouthy with me,” Lucifer chuckled dangerously. “Did you forget how to respect your master?”
“You’re the one with a pact,” you retort, dragging your hand down his chest to graze over his erection, and he gives you a nice shudder, his eyes filled with lust. “You obey me. You do what I order you to do, and you can’t do a damn thing about it. So hurry up and make me—” Lucifer kisses you ferociously before you can finish your command, smirking as he grinds you against him. Apparently, he can do a damn thing about it.
“I think I told you when I made a pact with you…” Lucifer says, drawing circles on your thighs with his fingers. “...that it meant I was claiming you.”
“And you said ‘please give me an order, master,’ when I left you alone for a little bit,” you retort, causing him to kiss you again like he was annoyed. Nevertheless, his face doesn’t show an ounce of irritation but instead adoration and possibly even worship.
“Yes, I did,” he admits, stroking your cheek. “Though right now I’m feeling very possessive… I had to excuse myself from a meeting with Diavolo the other day because I was so distracted by thoughts of you.” Your eyes widen.
“You… Did you do that at R.A.D.? In the middle of a meeting?” Lucifer blinks at you a few times like he doesn’t understand the question.
“Do what?”
“Y’know… beat it.”
A long, awkward pause fills the room despite the movie mumbling in the background, and Lucifer breaks into a smile before he laughs into your shoulder.
“MC, just what do you take me for? I’m not so desperate that I’d masturbate in the middle of the day. Even if I were, I have you to do that for me.” You feel your face warm as Lucifer’s chuckles continue, especially because you feel like you’ve just outed yourself. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t been lingering a little too long on how Lucifer suddenly pinned you against his door last week and fucked you with your legs wrapped around his waist. You’d also be lying if you said you hadn’t had to make a trip to the bathroom to clean yourself up in the middle of a class because of that. “MC? Don’t tell me…”
“Shut up!”
“You really are a naughty girl,” Lucifer chuckles against your ear, even as you pick up the silky sound of his tie slipping away from his neck. “You should call me for that, honey… so I can teach you better.”
“Ah?” you yelp as Lucifer clamps your wrists together in one hand, his other maneuvering his crimson tie around your wrists. He pushes you down onto the sofa, your bound hands raised high above your head. “T-Teach me better?”
“I can’t have another demon smelling you,” he purrs as he kisses down your neck, pulling your shirt and bra up in one fell swoop, exposing your soft skin to his prying eyes. He leans down lower to kiss your left breast, his tongue swiping up towards your nipple to gently flick it as he toys with the right in his fingers. “Especially not when you can make faces like that.”
And a wicked thought crosses your mind.
“Then maybe just for you, I should film myself masturbating and send it to Diavolo,” you reply. Of course, you’d never do that, but Lucifer seems to think otherwise as he turns you over onto your stomach, smashing your face into the cushions. You realize as you feel his body tightly pressed up against yours, his breathing uneven against your neck, that you might have pushed his buttons a little too hard.
“Oh, we could do better than that,” he growls against your ear. “I could have you bent over on the conference table, screaming and crying for me like a good little whore.” Lucifer squeezes your hips tightly in both hands, actively dragging your pants down as he digs his fingers into the fabric. “This is your only warning, MC. Don’t play that game with me unless you want it public.”
You feel a chill ripple down your spine. He’ll do it. He’ll fuck you in the most embarrassing way possible if you make him too jealous. The thought is just as sexy as it is scary, and an adventurous part of you pushes the thought to the side as a button you might push much harder later.
“...I’m sorry,” you whisper, getting more aroused by how pathetic you sound, and Lucifer’s breath stutters before he nibbles on your neck.
“Good girl,” he rasps, funnily enough at the same time as the male lead in the film. He licks the back of your ear, making you yelp in surprise. “Shh, shh… try to stay quiet.” You finally hear the click of his belt. “You don’t want me to stop again, do you, honey?”
“Motherfuc—” Lucifer grabs the back of your neck, making you trail into a whimper. “...no, sir. I’ll be quiet.”
“Exactly,” he whispers, and you can feel his smirk against your lower back as he pulls your pants down to your knees, jerking up your hips as his veiny cock rubs against your inner thigh. You squirm under him, eager. “That’s exactly what I thought.”
And, onscreen, the female lead screamed her lover’s name.
#just like you're going to be#:)#obey me lucifer#obey me shall we date#fanfiction#obey me!#shameless self indulgence#obey me lucifer smut#lucifer brainrot#lucifer x mc#obey me#restraint#lucifer x reader#obey me lucifer x reader
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You right, i havent been giving my man choso proper attention for the longest....... buuuut,
Thinking abt repressed virgin nanami who falls for a hot milf or smth idk and just like.....hes such a tits man to me idk, would literally love to eat her out for hours and massage her and then take care of her infant so she can get some rest
I js realized this was supposed to be abt choso but oh well!! Still thinking about nasty fat dick naoya and ummmm pls ur dirty talk writing is literally >>>> like its in part why i got so hooked on ur writing (besides that iconic tall!reader scara fic oh my god(
Idk im just so thirsty for virgin male x slutty reader content like theres such sparsity, i wish i cld writeee like u!!! Anyways this was all over the place but im trying to get wasted so happy weekend dori 😋💋
cws for fem reader & lactation kink.
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Nanami isn’t big on children. He thinks they’re cute, and he finds his eyes lingering on baby clothes every now and again when he happens across them, but he doesn’t give them much thought other than that.
His lifestyle doesn’t allow for him to - a jujutsu sorcerer having a child? It was a selfish, inconsiderate thing to do. He could die at any moment, leaving behind a child and a mother to support themselves..he wasn’t that cruel.
But he didn’t give you that child —a part of him wishes he had. Wishes he had been the one to slide into your wet, warm pussy, felt you grip him tight and suck him in. The one to pump you full of cum until it was dripping out and making a mess for him to clean— so this was fine then, wasn’t it? You had been doing well enough on your own before him, and you’d do well after him as well, so it was fine for him to…indulge then, wasn’t it?
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“I’m starting to think you’re enjoying this more than me.” You sigh out, head lolling back onto his shoulder as his hands work over your breasts.
You had been complaining all day about them being sore, something about the baby not latching properly that morning and not having any time to pump at work, and Nanami had been more than willing to offer his hands as help.
That’s how you ended up sat between his legs on the sofa, shirt and bra discarded as he gently squeezed and kneaded at your engorged breasts. They were heavy, full of milk, and he gently coaxed it out, pointed fingers rubbing over puckered, sensitive nipples as milk began to bead.
“Just trying to help…” He murmurs, chin hooked over your shoulder as he watches. “Don’t like seeing you in pain.” You hum, hips squirming, and he wonders if you’d be wet if he put his hand down your skirt.
“You’re so good to me, Kento.” You rub at his thighs over his slacks, and the muscles tense underneath your touch. He squeezes, a thin stream of milk dribbling out and over his fingers, and he sucks in a breath at the feel of the warm liquid. “Fuck.”
“Hey.” He softly chides, and you whisper out an apology, head turning so you can kiss at his bobbing adam’s apple. He squeezes again, a steadier stream coming out, and he harshly swallows as a need begins to curdle in his stomach. “Can I…?” He doesn’t finish the sentence, and he doesn’t need to, it’s a request he’s made before, and he gets the same response.
“Just a little.”
He’s on his knees between your spread thighs the next second, hands latching onto your waist just as his lips latch onto a nipple. He groans at the taste of you, lidded eyes locked onto yours as he sucks, your milk filling his mouth and sliding down his throat. Your fingers are curled tight into his hair, hips still squirming and rocking against the sofa, and one of his hands leave your waist to venture underneath your skirt.
His cheeks hollow out just as his fingers slide past drenched, sticky panties, and you both moan when he meets puffy, wet folds.
“Ken,” you tug on his hair and he relents, tongue laving over your now puffy nipple before he’s placing a wet kiss against it. “‘s aching, Ken.”
“Yeah? Because of me?” He rasps out, hands roughly tugging up your skirt. You lift yourself off the couch to allow him to bunch it around your hips, and then he’s pulling you closer to him, face burying itself between your thighs as he mouths at your cunt over your panties.
They’re quickly tugged to the side, and he sighs into you, lashes brushing against the tops of chiseled cheeks as he licks a stripe up your slit - starting from your dripping, clenching hole up to your twitching clit.
Your essence is dripping off his chin and coating his face in seconds, and he relishes in it - breathing your scent in deep, suckling at your clit to coax more of your juices out, suctioning his mouth over your hole and swallowing down everything you offer him.
He’s greedy as he eats you out: hands kneading at the body he’s sworn to love and protect, lips mouthing at the first, and last if he has anything to say about it, cunt he’s had the pleasure of worshipping. His cock is heavy and leaking in his pants, but it’s the last thing on his mind, especially when you cry his name out and yank on his hair, a rush of fluids rushing into his mouth as you come.
He drinks it down as if it’s second nature, not protesting as your thighs close and squeeze around his head. His frantic sucking turns to languid, gentle licks as he helps you come down, nose nudging up against your clit as his tongue traces your slit.
You eventually ease up, body melting into the cushions as your hands slip from his hair, and he lifts his head up, tongue swiping over plump, wet lips as he looks you over.
His hand moves to his belt.
“…baby…crying.” You pant out, and the blood that had been rushing in his ears finally settles down, allowing him to hear the cries coming from down the hall. You make a move to get up and he stops you with a hand on your stomach.
“Relax. I’ve got it.” He places a sticky kiss onto your lips before he’s rising to his feet and heading back, but not before making a quick stop in the kitchen to clean up his hands and face, as well as making a quick bottle with the formal on the counter considering he hadn’t been much help with the whole pumping thing.
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LOVED your reader tamaki haruhi. Can I have some ideas for excuses haruhi would make for tamaki? Like laying it on thick that he's such a sweet and caring person (and rich and powerful)
Also, for a separate idea, do you think haruhi would manipulate tamaki / the host club in reader's favor? Like getting them to buy reader's stuff. Thanks I love your writing!!!
Yandere Haruhi Fuijioka and Tamaki Suoh (2)
Of course
Tamaki has so much power and money
He’s a force to be reckoned with even among the upper class
So if at his suggestion a certain student might be expelled or even drop out of the school because of bullying
If you even begin to suspect that Tamaki is behind any of this Haruhi will assure you there’s no way
Taking a page out of Kyoya’s book she’ll create some mad up reason as to why this is completely unrelated
Or when the classmate who confessed to you
was called away by Tamaki later on in the day
And somehow ended up having drowned in the fountain
It wasn’t Tamaki
No no
Haruhi will cite some other students who bullied them that must have gone too far
Though it’s not likely he’ll go that far normally
But sometimes love just makes you do crazy things
She won’t tell you about all his great traits
Otherwise you’d notice far too fast
For so long she’s been pushing him away
She can’t possibly stop now
Besides she kind of likes the hurt look he gives her when she writes him off
But she absolutely is willing to manipulate Tamaki, The Host club, Lobelia
Anyone she needs to if it means spoiling you
She’ll harp on anyone’s desire to gain her favor by practically demanding they invite you too
But if you’re busy she’ll just try and bring home things you like
“Oi Tamaki.”
“Yes Haruhi?”
“Did you get my fancy tuna?”
“Yes of course I did!”
“And (Y/n)’s favorite food?”
“Yes how could I forget~”
“Good boy.”
Or she’ll convince the host club if they’re still fighting for her affections to practically smother you with attention
What better way to chase off confessors and make the host club look strange in your eyes
“Y’know I think I could be in a relationship if I knew my partner could care for (Y/n).”
“But I thought Haruhi only loved (Y/n)?”
“....I’d be willing to be in a relationship with anyone who can care for (Y/n).”
“…”
“...”
“...”
“Move I’m going to find them first!”
“Not before me!”
“Fighting is so immature. You should just let your senior do this.”
“That’s right which means (Y/n)’s mine!”
But don’t forget about Tamaki
Before Haruhi came along those in the host club are loyal to him
He’s their over caring leader of the Host Club
That and he’s oh so great at schmoozing
Whether you’re into that or indifferent like Haruhi
“Come (Y/n) allow me to show you the glorious love of the Host Club!”
“Oh uh okay…”
“Don’t worry I will let you hold my hand if you’re nervous.”
He’s not as composed as Haruhi
He’s a lot more unhinged
He might of cried when someone else kissed Haruhi
but it would not be the same with you
After officially gaining Haruhi’s love he’s not all that willing to wait again
Aren’t you his darling too
Wouldn’t you like him too spoil you with fancy tuna too or whatever you like
But refusing won’t end well
He’d much rather you try and get food or money from him than just outright refuse him
Without Haruhi’s intervention he’ll end up flying you to some island and moving you into another mansion of his
But thankfully Haruhi’s convinced him to at least let you live out your school years
But the duo are truly a force to be reckoned with
You won’t be getting away anytime soon
And neither will those that try and take your attention from them
#yandere x reader#yandere x you#lovelyyandereaddictionpoint#yanderexrea#yanderes#yandere#yandere poly x reader#yandere poly#yandere haruhi fujioka#yandere haruhi x reader#yandere tamaki suoh#yandere tamaki x reader#yandere tamaki#yandere haruhi fujioka and tamaki suoh#yandere ouran highschool#yandere ouran highschool host club#yandere ouran host club#yandere ohsch#yandere ohshc x reader#yandere ohshc#yandere ohsc
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UNHOLYVERSE CLOSING THOUGHTS YIPPEEEE YIPPEE YIPPEE
it’s 1am and I’ve finished it :)
the plot was fucking amazing as was the writing, it was like a really really good tv show, or maybe an amazing movie (pt1) and its slightly more deranged sequel (pt2 and 3). I think I definitely preferred all things unholy as a whole, but yeah the next parts really did feel very sequel-like, in that the first one was The Story and the second and third were building on that first core story, expanding the characters and world. which ummmm btw the lore is insane??? so much going on lmfao but I think it all worked really well. the fallout boy stuff was fucking wild though icl because WHAT 💀 I’m also obsessed with the idea of god talking to frank in the form of the cardinal dream, that worked soooo well and still leaving it open at the end is great. I’m so glad frank and gerard got a happy ending, I ship those stupid twats SO hard I’m literally clawing at the walls they make me INSANE RRAAHHHH!!! icl I really didn’t care about mikey and ray’s romance like at all but it worked as a source of conflict and was pretty cute
I kind of forgot it was meant to be mcr fanfic for a while lmfao, which brings me on to I guess the most important part which is my main takeaway on the whole rpf thing
as I’ve said in a post before, I really struggle to picture voices and faces accurately in my head when reading. well except when it comes to buffyverse characters, but that’s just because those shows are so deeply ingrained into my psyche forever that istg I could literally channel buffy summers at this point and just become her. lmfao but yeah I really struggle with that! so when I’m reading, I just kind of create a vibe, a vague mind’s-eye image of a character, it’s very hard to explain. so for me these frank, gerard, mikey, etc characters were subconsciously already way far removed from the real people, like I had to consciously make an effort to make them sound and look exactly like them in my head. but like I said, it felt like a real piece of media like a tv show or something, so to me the unholyverse characters are just that - characters. it really felt like mcr playing movie roles lmfao which I was perfectly happy with. the romance and other relationships were written soooooo well, the real problem was ofc the smut!
I don’t like smut in general, not in a judgy or censor-y way, I just get no joy or kick out of reading it and all it does is make me feel awkward. but with rpf smut, even though I see unholyverse frank and gerard as fictional characters, I can’t ignore the fact that THIS IS FULLY EXPLICIT WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY PORN BEING WRITTEN ABOUT REAL PEOPLE 💀 read it write it all you want, personally I find it uncomfortable and it just doesn’t do anything for me. made me think too much about the fact that it WAS rpf, yk?? got me thinking about the real frank and gerard and how fucking weird it would be to read smth like that about yourself idk, also the fact they have wives and kids…. 😟 gosh idk it was very very well-written smut, it just made me so icked out the more I thought about it
but anyway, OVERALL: I loved it. it was so good, will definitely reread, bookmark, and think about it for a very very very long time. possibly scream and cry and tear my hair out too, idk. part 1 was my favourite by a long shot, it’s so iconic, and feels pretty removed from parts 2 and 3 in a nice way that makes it feel like a movie and its strange sequel. I’ve discovered I like rpf when it’s good and when it’s a complete au and the people feel like original fictional characters in their own right. I don’t enjoy rpf smut, though, AT ALL, which isn’t a surprise bc I don’t enjoy smut in general, the rpf aspect just made it way more uncomfy for me personally. kind of feel the need now to bleach my brain out and consume normal mcr content just to remind myself of the disconnect between unholyverse frerard and the real people lmfao
OH ALSO THAT
I do NOT ship frerard irl, that shit’s fucking weird don’t do it. yes there is a difference between fic like this and saying two married friends and colleagues in real life are actually in love with and attracted to each other. I do for sure ship unholyverse frerard, as I’ve said they’re fictional characters to me
#danny reads unholyverse#unholyverse#uhv#mcr#my chem#my chemical romance#my chemical fucking romance#gerard way#gee way#frank iero#I really liked this fic you guys oh goddd oh auughghh
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