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honey-on-your-tongue · 10 months

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Warnings: depictions of blood/blood kink.

Mean Miguel O'Hara x fem!reader

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Miguel isn't the type to ever be smitten. He's not the kind to stare after some pretty girl that gives him eyes, and he's not the kind to flirt around. Ever. And he was pretty sure you were going to be just another of the many spiders he's worked with.

You're not. He's head over heels for you.

Funny, witty, persistent. You take no shit from anyone. Not even from him. You've never been afraid of him, when he snaps or yells or makes his usual snarky comments, you don't even blink. You cross your arms, level his gaze, shift your weight to one of your hips and call him out. Calm and collected, your voice full of authority and confidence, and it always manages to shut him up. He'll purse his lips and turn away from you. Then you know you've won.

Not today.

Today, you walked away first. He yelled at you in a fit of rage even though the issue hadn't even been your fault.

"Miguel. Take it easy,” you tried to calm him down. “We'll fix this. We always do.”

“The fuck would you know? All you do is make more of a mess.”

“No. I don't. I'm here to help.”

He scoffed. “Help? You're useless. All you ever do is annoy everyone around you. No one stands you.” His eyes had met yours and he'd snarled, “Everyone hates you.”

And you knew it wasn't true. But it still hurt. You'd clenched your jaw, eyes narrowing at him. And then you turned around and walked away.

No one saw you the rest of the day.

Guilt has been eating at him all day. He's in his bedroom, pacing from one side to the other, hands tangled in his hair, sharp teeth digging into his lower lip.

“Fuck,” he growls at himself. He doesn't want to, but he's going to do it anyway.

You're sitting on your bed, a cigarette between your fingers. You exhale the smoke slowly, wiping away a tear that rolls down your cheek.

A portal opens in your room and you sigh. You're expecting Peter to show again, fully intending on comforting you again.

Instead, Miguel shows. When you see him, surprise rushes through you, but you're quick to mask it.

“Took a wrong turn, did you?” you say flatly. You take a drag from your cigarette and he frowns.

“Didn't know you smoked,” he mumbles, not waiting for an invitation. He steps closer to you and sits beside you on the bed.

You hum.

He swallows his pride. “That's not good for you, sabes. It'll kill you.”

“Yeah, thanks, dad,” you spit. “Is that what you came here to do? Point out all my mistakes and tell me how I'm gonna die?”

He sighs. “I'm trying to apologize, kid.” That stuns you into silence. “I...overstepped.”

“Understatement,” you mutter, putting your cigarette out.

He huffs silently. “This is fucking ridiculous,” he sighs. “Look. I didn't mean what I said. I was...upset. You-you know how I get when things don't go my way. And it...It was a low blow. I'm sorry.”

You blink at him. “Say that again?”

He throws you a glare, but sucks it up. “I'm sorry,” he says between clenched teeth. “I didn't mean it, alright.” He huffs a thick sigh, looking away from you, his gaze focused straight ahead. “And it's not true anyway. It was a cheap lie.”

You smile slightly, nudging his shoulder with yours. “I know that. I'm too much of a likeable person.”

He turns to look at you, that sharp gaze making you freeze. Your breath hitches, mouth inching open, and his eyes fall to your lips.

You swallow, drawing his eyes to the dip of your throat. He meets your gaze.

“Miguel...” Your voice is a soft, quiet sound. A low purr that makes his blood rush south.

“Ven acá,” he growls, huge hands moving to cup your face. He pulls you closer, kissing you roughly, sharp canines poking your lower lip.

You gasp, palms pressing to his chest. He kisses you rough, hungry, like he's been aching for you all this time.

His hand slides from your cheek to your neck, down your arm to your waist. He tugs you closer, your leg pressing against his.

Your hand finds one of the buttons of his shirt and starts fiddling with it. He smirks against you, hands moving to your hips to drag you onto his lap.

He makes a low, contented sound against your lips when your clothed core rubs against his hard cock. He slides his tongue into your mouth, tasting the cigarette you'd been smoking.

Your hands hold onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin slightly. Almost instinctively, your hips start grinding on his, a whine leaving you.

He grunts slightly, starting to guide your movements in small circles, your clit rubbing against the thick tip of his cock, making you jerk in his grasp.

“Princesa,” he hums, “let me make it up to you.”

You meet his gaze. His pupils are blown wide, eyes darkened with lust. You don't even have to _think_ about it.

“Alright,” you say. “As long as you don't leave me waiting.”

He chuckles lowly. His hand moves to your thighs, thumbs caressing the inside of your thighs, inching higher until he's rubbing your cunt through your jeans.

You exhale softly, swallowing hard. He pops the button open, unzips your jeans, his knuckles grazing against your soaked folds.

You quiver on top of him. “Miguel.” It's a soft sigh, a breathless plea for more.

He dips his mouth into the crook of your neck. His tongue is warm, wet as it drags over your pulse.

He lifts you slightly, helping you out of your jeans before pulling you back onto his lap. His rough fingers caress you through your panties, gathering your slick until his fingers are dripping with it.

He raises his fingers to his lips, licks your arousal off. You blush as you watch, a wave of desire crashing over you and flooding your senses. He can barely contain himself at your taste.

He wants to toss you onto the bed, bend you over it and fuck you hard and fast. He wants you on top, wants to make you bounce on his cock until you're crying with ecstasy. He wants to tie you up, watch you squirm as he makes you come over and over and over, making sure you feel nothing but pleasure.

He pulls your panties aside, his digits quick to find your clit. You barely have time to react when he's already rubbing the nub in tight circles, his sharp teeth dragging over your jaw.

You whine, hips bucking, thighs tightening around his hips. “Fuck,” you hiss, eyes shut tight.

“I'm sorry, princesa,” he says. “Didn't mean to make you feel bad. Never meant to hurt you.” He nibbles your shoulder, his fingers pulling away from your clit. He tugs your panties and you lift your hips to take them off. Instead, he holds you down against him and tears your panties off.

You gasp at the sound of the thin fabric tearing, and he chuckles. “Después te compro más, princesa.” I'll buy you more later. “Don't worry about it.”

You nod. “Yeah, alright.”

He considers throwing the ruined panties aside, but he ends up tucking them in the front pocket of his jeans. He knows he's going to find a bunch of uses for it on those late nights he can't fall asleep.

He runs his fingers up your slit, spreading your folds and tracing your slick entrance with his middle finger. You shiver and he digs his teeth into his bottom lip.

“Princesa,” he groans, “look at how wet I've got you. You pretty, pretty thing...” He kisses your jaw, sharp teeth grazing your skin. He slides his thick middle finger into you, feeling your soft walls clench around him.

You moan softly, a breath leaving your lips. Your nails dig into his shoulders, a shaky exhale escaping you. “Miguel,” you say quietly, beginning to move your hips against his hand. “Ahh...”

He slides a second finger into you and grunts at the sound you make. He curls his fingers, pressing against your g-spot and making you whimper. His thumb catches your clit, drawing neat circles on it.

“Princesa, there's something I wanna teach you,” he says against your shoulder. “Want to make you feel something new.”

“Yeah?” you question, breathless.

You can feel him grin against your skin. “Has anyone ever made you squirt?”

You shudder. “No,” you reply, eyes fluttering shut. “Never.”

Miguel smirks. “Then it'll be my pleasure to teach you, princesa.”

You shiver, whimpering lowly. His fingers touch every right spot, with the perfect pressure and rhythm.

He pulls his face back a little so he can see you, his eyes watching your every reaction. He admires the way you tremble, your plump lips open as moans and whimpers leave you.

His eyes glisten with a predatory lust that has you shivering. And then he kisses your mouth, hard and hungry, almost bruising your lips with his. He licks you, his tongue sliding into your mouth to taste you.

You whine softly, legs quaking, and he moans lowly, a deep rumble in his chest that makes your arousal spark.

He slightly grazes your lips with his sharp canines, making you gasp, and the sound sends an animalistic heat through his body. Almost involuntarily, he bites your lower lip, hard, not only bruising the soft flesh, but also drawing a little bit of blood.

You hiss at the sensation, the pain adding to the endless flow of pleasure within you. He licks at your blood, groaning at the taste of it.

You move a hand from his shoulder to the hair at the back of his head, tugging at the soft locks there. He growls out a moan, a sharp breath leaving him. “Princesa,” he says lowly, as if in warning.

You whine in response, your hips beginning to stutter against his hand. You can't breathe right and you're trembling almost violently. You can feel your orgasm nearing, growing within you like a balloon of warmth low in your stomach.

He can tell you're close. His eyes shine as he watches you, his cock twitching as your velvet walls clench around his fingers.

“Come on, princesa,” he says lowly, leaning closer to your ear,licking your earlobe. “You can do it for me, yeah? You can come for me, can't you?”

You nod, moaning. “Yes...Mhmm!”

“Muy bien, princesa,” he praises, eyes darkening. “Almost there, aren't you?”

You whimper, trying to reply. But the sensation within you is dizzying, stupefying. Your orgasm grows closer and closer, making your every moan nothing more than a pathetic little whimper.

And suddenly a new sensation takes over you, growing deep in your womb and spreading to the rest of your body.

“Miguel—” You don't get the chance to say anything else to him. Your body shivers and your orgasm is suddenly dragging you under, your eyes fluttering shut.

He gasps softly as you come, your body shaking as you squirt onto him. He can't glance away, can't stop moving his fingers. He just keeps going, stuck in a trance as he watches your arousal gushing all over him.

You whimper when the pleasure becomes too much, one of your hands racing to grab onto his wrist weakly.

“Miguel, 's too much.”

He stops his movements then, eyes rising to yours. “Oh, princesa,” he says, voice rough and deep. “You did so well. So good, cariño.” He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean as you watch.

You lean towards his ear and whisper, “Miguel, please, fuck me.”

He shudders as your breath caresses the skin of his neck. “Say it again,” he orders quietly.

You grin. “Miguel, fuck me. I want you inside of me. Need your cock in me.”

“Dios,” he grunts, eyes shutting as his cock jerks in his pants, eager. “Esa boca tuya, princesa...Tienes carita de ángel y aun así...” That mouth of yours, princess...You have an angel's face and yet... “Capable of being so, so dirty. It drives me fucking crazy, princesa.”

He picks you up, placing you face down on the bed, one of his hands on your hip while the other one pushes you down against the mattress.

You gasp, back arching as he teases your raw, soaked folds with a finger.

He keeps his eyes on your cunt before moving them to your ass. His hands splay over the soft flesh, kneading it and squeezing it before he delivers a soft slap to it. You whine and his lips curl into a slight smirk.

He undoes his pants eagerly, pushing his jeans off, his underwear falling away with them. His cock springs free, the tip glistening with precum. He's so hard, he can't believe the way you affect him. It's insane how easy it is for you to turn him on and make him forget about everything else.

He runs the thick head of his cock between your folds and you shudder, hips jerking away before pressing back against his in search of more.

He holds tight onto your hips, fingers digging into your skin as he slides his cock into you.

You mewl at the sensation, gummy walls stretching to their limit, your legs trembling as he fills you to the brim. You gasp softly when the tip presses against your cervix and then some. You clench your hands around the bed sheets, your eyes shut tight.

“Fuck,” Miguel groans, his eyes locked on your cunt and how his entire cock has sunk deep into you with so much ease. “Oh, princesa, you've no idea how much I've wanted this.”

You whimper in response, not really able to say or do anything else.

His thrusts start out slow, measuring how much you can take while giving you time to adjust to his size. But soon, when he feels you're wet enough and you're rolling your hips against his in a desperate plea for more, he starts going faster, harder.

Your entire body quivers with each thrust, the breath leaving your lungs accompanied by little whimpers. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as he fucks you, and you're absolutely certain that you are going to pass out from the ecstasy.

“Princesa,” Miguel grunts, “I wanna try something else with you. May I?”

You nod, moaning out a squeaky, “Yeah,” as he keeps going.

He smirks, one of his hands leaving your hip to grab your hair and tug it hard, forcing your back to arch even more. He leans down to you, his chest against your back. You feel his lips on your shoulder, slowly trailing up to your neck, and then his teeth graze over your skin.

His sharp, sharp canines, send shivers down your spine. You shudder out a breath as he slightly bites you, the tip of his teeth digging into your skin.

He bites down a little harder, the pressure gradually increasing until his teeth sink into your flesh. You shudder, crying out as a shock of pain slices through you.

Miguel groans as blood starts flowing from you, its taste invading his senses. He licks your blood, reveling in the taste, and then he kisses the small wound he's inflicted.

You whimper, the pain adding to the pleasure and making your body shiver. You can feel the bliss within you growing into an unbearable entity within your womb, and you can't take it anymore.

“Miguel!” you whine, eyes fluttering shut, stars dancing behind your eyelids. “Miguel! I-I can't—! Fuck!”

“Shh,” he coos. “It's okay, princesa. Respira.” Breathe. “You're almost there.”

You cry out, biting down on the duvet to keep yourself quiet. Still, your little sounds echo in the room, growing louder as you reach your release.

Your orgasm tears through you, destroying whatever little was left of your composure. You shudder violently, body falling limp against the bed.

Miguel gasps as your cunt tightens around him, your arousal gushing out onto his cock. He keeps his hands on your hips, holding you up as your legs falter and give.

He thrusts into you a couple more times and then he comes, spurting his load deep into your pussy. You mewl weakly at the sensation, truly fucked dumb, and you can't do anything but feel him fill you up.

He grunts softly, grinding his hips against yours lightly before pulling out.

The two of you stay there for a moment, breathing heavily, bodies shaking from the shared effort. And then Miguel's quickly taking care of you.

He helps you onto your bed, laying you down gently and pushing your hair out of your face. He cleans you up with a towel, gathering your combined release with the soft material before tossing it in the laundry basket. He helps you into his shirt and he slides a pair of clean panties onto you.

Then, he lies beside you, his fingers tracing your skin, his eyes stuck on the way his shirt is too big for you because he's huge.

You cuddle up against him, your nose nuzzling into his chest. He smiles softly. “Am I forgiven, princesa?” he asks quietly, caressing your jaw.

You smile up at him, sleepily and pleased. “Yes. You absolutely are.”

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sheabuttahwrites · 2 years

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III.

My eyes came open, greeted by the sun spilling in through the curtains. And, for about a second, everything was all good. In my limited consciousness, last night didn't even happen. Hell, I didn't even remember who I was yet. After a good, deep stretch, I caught a glimpse of what I was wearing and it all hit me right in the gut. I grimaced through a yawn, capping it off with an aggravated groan as I sank deeper into the bed, pulling the covers over my head. Maybe I should've tried that shit last night. A full-on tantrum ensued with legs kicking and arms flailing. I was so pissed at myself, for a few reasons. For one, I had shown way too much interest. Especially in someone I hadn't even really met. The smiling and blushing were also very excessive. And the worst part; the part that shall not be called by name. Neither my guard nor my clothes had ever come down so easily. How did I let him do that to me?

I flung the covers back, but laid still in disbelief. I had to tell somebody. Somebody who wouldn't judge me had to hear this mess, and I knew the perfect person. So I made myself get up and I hopped in the shower, threw on some clothes, and headed right over to her place.

I rang the bell and Koree answered the door, but I didn't get the smile I expected. “Hey, girl. Why you looking at me like that?”

She shook her head. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to come over. And I knew you wasn’t doing shit, sooo...” I walked in and she closed the door behind me.

“Whatever,” she laughed. “You don’t know what the hell I was doing.” I just looked at her, waiting to hear how I was wrong and she smacked her lips. “Shut up.”

I hollered. “Oh, ok.”

“Anyway, I was in the room. Just popped a bottle.”

“White?”

“Yep.”

“Oooh, I’m just in time. Let me go get my glass.”

She laughed as I bounced my shoulders toward her kitchen. “Ok. I'm up in the room, though.”

“Aight.” The biggest wine glass she owned had always been my favorite, but I certainly needed it today. Luckily, it was right at the front of the first cabinet I checked. Almost like it knew I was coming. “What you watchin’?” When I walked into her bedroom she was sitting on the couch already having a sip.

“Torturing myself with this ‘Delicious Miss Brown’ marathon.”

“Ooh, girl. Her food be looking so good.”

“Don't it?”

I dropped my bag on the couch before sitting down and putting my glass out to her. “You was getting ready to kill this whole bottle by yourself, huh?” I asked while she poured me up.

“And you know this.”

I cackled, focusing on the TV as the commercials came to an end. “Ol’ drunk.”

“Mhm. So what you really come over here for?”

Confused, I gave my attention right back to her. “What?”

“You never just pop up on people. I mean, you know you’re welcome here, but you always call or text first. So what’s going on?”

She was right. I was strongly against unannounced visits. In fact, I hated them. But I was so out of it that it hadn't even dawned on me to hit her up first. I couldn't even try to lie.

I groaned, taking my eyes down to my lap, then I chugged my entire glass of wine. When I held it toward her for a refill, her face let me know I was gonna have to explain myself.

“Girl! Start talking.”

I smacked my lips and sat the empty glass on the end table. “Koree… I did something bad.”

“Bad how?”

“You know I was on Skype last night…”

“Oh lord.”

“Don't do that.”

“Ok, my bad.”

“Anyway. There was this guy. He had a nice pic, so I added him,” I said, hitting her with the calm before the storm. “I wasn’t even gonna call him, but he called me. And, girl, he was so damn fine…”

“Ok…?”

I didn't mean to pause, but I was trying to get the rest of the story together without making myself sound as crazy as I felt. “We were just talking, kinda flirting a lil bit; you know, just having fun. But, girl, I was a smiling, blushing mess. The whole time!”

She frowned instantly, a deep wrinkle in her brow. “Um, what?”

“Yes! I don't know what the fuck was going on. I was acting a straight fool. But that’s not even the worst part.”

“Oh?”

“Not at all. We were just playing around and I told him to take his shirt off. He did it, so I let the top of my robe fall, but I had on a bra.” I peeked over at her again and all I could see were eyes from behind her glass. “That’s when I just lost control.”

“Giiiirl,” she said, with a smirk before taking another sip of wine. “What happened?”

I took an incredibly deep breath, then I looked her right square in the eye. “...I took off my bra and the rest of the robe, and he watched me with my hand down my panties! Probably for a good ten, fifteen minutes!”

“What?!” she yelled, almost jumping up from her seat.

My face went down into my hands. “Girl, I spread eagle right in the damn camera. He talked me through it and everything.”

“Sis! You didn't.”

“I’m not even joking, Koree. I don’t know what happened. One minute we were just talking and the next, I was lying there titties out giving myself the business.”

“Oh my god. Ever.”

I sat back, staring aimlessly, more unsure of myself than I had been in a while. “But then, like, I’m usually not ashamed of anything I choose to do.”

“True.”

“So why do I feel so weird?” I looked at her for an answer, but I knew she couldn't give me that.

She shrugged. “I don't know, friend.”

I had to go back inward for that one. “I really gave somebody my coochie over the internet, though. When did I get this wild?” When I heard her trying to stifle laughter, I cut my eyes at her. “Really?”

“I’m sorry, girl, that's funny,” she said after letting it go. “But, look, you never have to see him again. It’s all good.”

“He lives in Ladera, sis.”

She was sitting back, going for another sip, when her eyes popped open. “Shut up.”

“And I’ve never seen him around. Watch I start seeing his ass everywhere now.” I rolled my eyes just imagining him popping up on me in Trader Joe’s or something.

“This is some TV shit. So what happened after the, you know?”

“That post nut clarity hit and I slammed my laptop down so fast.”

“Just own it, sis. It happened, you can’t take it back, and I’m assuming you enjoyed yourself while it was happening. If you don't like how it made you feel afterward, just try not to do it again.”

I laid my head back on the chair and closed my eyes, groaning loudly to the ceiling.

“And, if you see him while you're out, you hold your head high. Remember, you decide what emotion you attach to things.”

Hold on. I checked myself immediately after hearing those words. I hushed the groans and unhid my eyes. “You know what, you right.” Then I sat up and looked over at her. She was nodding, as she should. “You are so right.”

“Now,” she laughed, “tell me what this man looks like, because I am so curious.”

“Oh, girl, he is gorgeous. I’m talkin’ the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my fucking life. Beautiful chocolate skin, deep sexy ass voice. With the biggest, brightest smile. Teeth, lips, everything on point.”

“Oh, shit. Ok!”

“You feel me? But, Koree, he’s also tall as fuck—six-three. He’s 32, has a full beard, and, sis, he’s fucking buff. I’m talking about…” I stopped to flex my arms out in front of me like a bodybuilder.

She laughed. “Ok. Now correct me if I’m wrong, but last time I checked, none of those were your ‘thing’,” she said, making air quotes with her fingers.

“Girl, I know, but that man is fine!”

“What happened to your baby-faced, regular-bodied youngins that you love so much?”

“First of all, don’t say it like I’m a pervert. I don’t mess with ‘youngins’, I mess with legal guys just slightly younger than me.”

“Yeah. That’s what I meant.”

“Shut up.” I reached over and nudged her arm, and we were cracking up for a minute. Then something amazing popped into my head. “Yo, he looks like he can pick my big ass up.”

“Oh my god, you weirdo. You claim to not like ‘em super built, but you’ve been talking about somebody picking you up for as long as I can remember. I love you, but ain't no skinny person ever gonna be able to pick you up, girl.”

I fell over in another fit of laughter, resting my head on her shoulder. “I know, right?”

“With your horny ass. You always on some freak shit, I swear.” That heffa pushed me off of her. We were both dying.

“Excuse you. I am a perfectly normal, healthy young woman.”

“Hey, I know you take good care of yourself. You just got caught up last night.”

“Did I ever. But playas fuck up sometimes, too.”

She was finishing up her glass and had to get a hand over her mouth. “Anyway. Are you ok now?” she asked, still laughing. “Because I could see the stress all over your face.”

“Oh, I’m much better. It gets a little crazier, though.”

“How could it possibly?”

“...I kinda wanna link.” I clenched my teeth in an uneasy smile, knowing I wouldn't get the best reaction.

“What? Oh, hell nah. You thought you was trippin’ before, you trippin’ now.” She reached over for the wine bottle to pour herself another glass. I guess I was still on restriction.

“You ever seen somebody who just looks like they can fuck? Well, I’m tryna go find out.”

“What happened to you getting yours? Why can’t you just call up one of your usuals? No need to be sexing potentially dangerous strangers.”

“You just don’t understand. He was the first thing on my mind when I woke up today. No lie”

“Hol’ up,” she said, giving me the full stink face. “Weren't you just worried about possibly seeing him out in public? When you were actively planning on being the one to initiate the next meeting.”

I shrugged. “Well, him popping up on the cereal aisle isn't the same as me going to see him.”

She sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. I know it came from a place of genuine concern for my well-being and, honestly, I appreciated it. But I just couldn't pass this up.

“So, when you plan on doing this?”

“…Tonight.”

I left Koree’s a lot lighter than I’d arrived. Bless her for somehow always making me feel better no matter how crazy things got. The only thing weighing on me now was making the call to pin down my plans for the night. I was either about to invite the embarrassment back or prepare to get my back broke. And, honestly, the possibility of either was almost too much for me to handle right now. But I had taught myself to live without regrets, and leaving this one untried would surely haunt me. Probably for the rest of my days.

I grabbed my phone and went into the app store to search for Skype. My compromise was to leave his face out of the equation. I couldn't look at him again just yet. I logged on and began to scroll, hoping that by some stroke of luck he would be there. When I saw his lone name in my online contacts, a mischievous grin found its way onto my lips. I took a deep breath, ready to put myself out of this residual misery.

“Wazzam? Didn’t think I was gon’ hear from you again.”

“I know. Sorry about leaving you hanging last night. Truthfully, I was kinda embarrassed.”

“Oh nah, it’s cool. I’m not trippin’ off that.”

“Ok.”

“Yeah. So don't even worry about it. We grown.”

I was smiling my ass off once again. Not only did I feel better about where I was about to take this conversation, but that voice. It hit even harder when I didn't have his face to distract me. “So, um, speaking of being grown, I obviously hit you up for a reason and I'm not usually one to beat around the bush.”

“I can appreciate that. What’s on your mind?”

“Well, I was just thinking that maybe, if it’s ok with you, we could get together tonight. That is if it’s not too short notice.”

“I didn't have any other plans, so I don't see why not.”

“Ok, cool.”

“Yeah. So, what you wanna do? I know this dope restaurant we could hit if you down. I also know a nice lounge, a dessert spot, arcade. What you like?”

I can't lie, my smile vanished after hearing him say that. “Um… I wanna be really upfront with you. And I’m apologizing in advance, in case I offend you.”

“Ok.”

“All of this sounds so fun, and I would love to do it another time. But, tonight, I really would rather just chill at your place.”

“You must be tryna creep with a nigga or som’?” He joked, laughing right after.

I laughed with him, too tickled that this was his first thought. “Oh my god, no. There’s just something about you that has me extremely curious… about some of your abilities.”

“Ok.”

“And, really... I just wanna fuck.”

“Oh, shit. Um, ok… that could be arranged as well.” He chuckled and I knew I had caught him off guard. Though I was quite sure he was used to the pussy being thrown his way. Maybe just not via Skype.

“I don't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, but I just gotta be honest. I want you.”

“Nah, you good. Closed mouth don’t get fed.” He laughed again and my goofy behind fell out, finally losing that last bit of apprehension.

“Oh my goodness. So, anyway, I was thinking of maybe stopping through at around ten or eleven. Is that cool?”

“Yeah, that’s perfect.”

“Ok. I’ll just put your address in my phone and I guess I’ll be seein’ you later.”

“Yeah. I’ll text it to you.”

“Alright.”

He sent me his address through the chat and I laid back on my couch, though it felt like I was floating above it. Just a lil bit. I was so relieved to have gotten that part out of the way, and he had reacted perfectly. Now the anticipation of all the good shit I knew would be happening to me in just a few hours had my insides doing cartwheels. That man could have all of my parts; just take them all and do awful things with them.

My phone rang down in my hand, interrupting my nasty thoughts.

“Hey, girl. Didn't I just see you?” I laughed.

“Anyway. What you doing?”

“Nothing. Just got off the phone with ol’ dude. Sis, I’m finna slide throoough.” I did a little dance to accompany my song. I was too hype.

“Let’s go out tonight.”

“What? Koree, I just told you I got plans.”

“So you gonna put some new booty before your girl?”

“Come on. You already knew what I was doing tonight.”

She smacked her lips. “I know. I just don’t want you to go. It’s so dangerous.”

“You worry too much. I’ma be ok.”

“And you don’t worry enough. How do you know you’ll be ok? He could have his chainsaw waiting on your ass right now.”

“Ok,” I said, barely able to control my laughter, “you been watching too much TV.”

“Ev, I'm being for real.”

“And you know I appreciate your concern. I really do, boop.”

“So, stay home.”

“I can't do that.”

“Why not?”

“Well, mostly because I don’t want to. Plus he already knows I'm coming.”

“Ok. But what if you get over there and he tries to hurt you?”

“Ooh, girl, I want him to.” She smacked her lips again and all I could do was laugh. “Ok, I'm sorry. I’ll just get out of there if he starts acting weird.”

“See, you playin’ and shit. What if you can't get out?”

I sighed, rolling my eyes. I understood, but there was no turning back for me at this point. “Koree, I’ll be fine.”

“Ugh, ok!” she huffed. “It’s obvious that I won't be changing your mind, so I'ma just get off the phone.”

“I still love you.”

“Yeah. I love you, too. And, hopefully, I’ll be talking to you again soon.”

“You will.”

“Mhm. Later.”

“Later, girl.”

She was gonna have to come better than that to scare me out of this dick. Ain't no way I was about to let this one get away.

After a few of the slowest hours, I got up to shower. I made sure to lotion myself up with my pineapple buttercream scented body butter. I needed to smell edible tonight. And my look needed to match. I pulled out the big guns, going for an only once worn black lace La Perla set. My hair was freshly flat ironed, but brushing it into a top knot just felt like the most practical decision. Letting Koree get into my head a bit, I landed on wearing all black. So he would possibly know not to play with me. I almost wore black Nikes to go with the distressed skinny jeans and crew neck that listed the names of the boys from the fourth season of ‘The Wire’—maybe a second indication that I wasn't to be messed with?—but my Louboutin pumps just looked so much better. I didn't want too much getting in the way, so I kept it simple with the accessories; my gold Dior hoops and the matching chain bracelet. I finished the look with my leather moto jacket and by switching out my nude-colored Celine bag for the black one. And I made sure my mace, taser, and knife were inside. Just in case.

I hopped in my truck and connected my phone to bluetooth, then I scrolled to ‘Man Down’. I thought that would be a good song to have playing in the background when I called to let him know I was on the way. You know, just in case. Once I had my route down, I opened the app to make that call.

“Yo. What’s up?”

“Hey. Hold on real quick.” I turned Rihanna down some right in the middle of the chorus. “My bad.”

“Yeah. You jammin’ over there, ain't you?”

We both laughed, but I hoped he got the message. “I just called to let you know I'm on the way.”

“You should be pretty close then.”

“According to my phone, I am. What am I looking for, though? What your house look like?”

“It’s white with two tan garage doors. Um, a balcony over the garage. And a silver car in the driveway.”

“Ok, I'm almost there. Keep a lookout for me. I'm in a black Range.”

“Aight then. I’ll do that.”

“Oh, do you own a chainsaw?”

Right off the bat, he started to crack up. I didn't even think before I let that mess come out of my mouth. Listening to Koree.

“What?”

I shook my head. “Never mind. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Aight.”

He was still laughing when I hung up. I laughed at myself. Damn it, Koree! I turned my music back up, but I skipped to ‘Cheers’ to try and fight nerves that had come out of nowhere. I wasn’t driving much longer when my phone instructed me to turn into his neighborhood. That’s when I started to question everything. I stopped my car in the middle of the road and just sat there for a second. Then I whipped around and sped off in the opposite direction. I hadn't changed my mind, but I needed to hit the liquor store real quick.

Recalculating… make the next accessible U-turn.

“Uh uh. Hush.”

I went up the street a couple blocks until I spotted exactly what I was looking for. Once inside, I headed straight for the wine section. I skimmed the selections for a minute and decided on a bottle of pomegranate chardonnay. When I walked back up to the counter, I saw the shot bottles by the register. I grabbed a tequila, giving it to the cashier after he scanned my wine.

Within minutes, I turned back into the same neighborhood, but this time I didn’t stop. I made a couple more turns before finally hearing, Destination on the left. I took a deep breath and pulled up into the driveway next to his silver Aston Martin. Oh, ok.

Ever: I’m here

I dropped a pin, sharing my location with Koree.

Koree: You coming back home tonight?

Ever: That’s my plan. And don’t you show up here either

Koree: Girl please, goodnight

Ever: Lmao bye

I sat there in silence trying to figure out the best way to handle things when I got inside. Admittedly, it crossed my mind to walk in and just tackle his fine ass.

“Naaah. There should at least be some conversation first.”

I didn't wanna linger too much longer, so I decided to just go with the flow. Assisted by this tequila shot, of course. I broke the seal and took it straight to the head.

“Woo!”

I had to shake that nasty shit off before tossing the empty bottle back into the bag. I took another deep breath and grabbed my purse and wine from the passenger seat. The shot definitely hadn't kicked in yet, because the walk up to his door was a slow one. I had to make myself ring the bell, biting the inside of my lip and holding my wine with both hands down in front of me as I waited. When I heard the doorknob rattle, my heart started to race. As the door came open, it felt like it was about to jump out of my chest. When I saw that face, though, the corners of my lips were pulled into an unprompted smile. “…Hey.”

@19jammmy @lemmewritesomeish @thisiswhatshefelt @teheeboo @miyuhpapayuh @shanisims @smollettmajors @judymfmoody @lyrarodriguez @fendionmyfeet @fadingbelieverexpert @chaneajoyyy @astoldbychae @cecereads209 -taglist-

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ch4p3lofbl00d · 3 months

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Michael Myers X Reader

Tw| ⚠️

Y/N Pov:

I was laying in bed, waiting for my boyfriend to come back from his daily killing spree. I have been feeling down a lot lately due to my depression getting worse, like when I was a teenager. I sighed as I looked at the picture of me and Mikey, sitting on my nightstand. He didn't know that I was and still am struggling with the same shit. I started hurting myself again, something that I haven't done for years.

When Micheal came into my life, he made all of the suicide thoughts go away and now they're coming after me again. Something that I never wanted to happen. I rolled over to the end of the bed and fell off, I just laid there until I heard a door open and close.

I heard those familiar heavy boots walk up the stairs and into the bedroom. I heard the door open and looked up and saw Mikey's handsome face. I usually smiled whenever he came home, but today I didn't feel like it.

I think Micheal realized this and he quickly came and sat down next to me in the floor and said "what's the matter my love?" I looked at him and said "nothing. What are you talking about?"

I saw him roll his eyes and reply "you can't lie to me. I know that you're tryna lie" I sat up and looked down at my hands and began to cry. That's when Micheal pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"I can't deal with these thoughts anymore. They won't leave me alone and all I wanna do is hurt myself. I'm worthless and I can't do anything right and everyone hates me that's why I have no friends and I look horrible all the time. I'm never pretty and I'll never be pretty and you probably Wana dump me and call me fat because I am fat"

I saw Mikey look at me and say "hey, you aren't fat and I'm not leaving you. I'll never do that and I could never do that anyways. I'm way too obsessed and in love with you to think or do that and I'm gonna help you through this, I promise. I know that it's gonna be hard at times, but just call me and I'll be there"

I nodded, trying to not cry anymore than I've already had. I buried my head in Micheal's neck, I heard a soft kiss getting planted on my head and I smiled slightly. Maybe everything will be okay with Mikey's help. Maybe he can help me not have these thoughts anymore. I smiled before falling into a deep sleep right there in Micheal's embrace.

TYSM FOR READING <3

#fanfiction #fanfic #michael myers #micheal my beloved #halloween #fanfics #Halloween fanfiction

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neotickles · 11 months

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Ah yes I did manage to find consciousness and my little glasses.

Anyways, I was with some friends today and one of my friends kept stretching which made his shirt ride up a little bit so all day long I have been wanting to tickle someone's tummy. Then it, of course, made me think of you. So really I've been thinking about tickling your tummy all day.

All I could think about was helping roll your shirt up and ghosting my fingers along your tummy. Then once the effects from the light tickles started wearing off, I would jump right in to kneading your tummy. Which of course, I can't do for too long, you'll get too used to the feeling. So I will obviously switch to spidering my fingers across your tummy. However, I think you're still gonna get too used to that feeling so I figured we'd play a fun little game.

All you have to do is lie there. I'll raise your arms up over your head, and probably tie them just so we don't have to worry about your arms coming crashing down anytime soon. Then we'll start at the top. Right at the base of your wrist. I'll just slowly drag my fingers down your arms. My long nails trailing closer and closer to your underarms. That little bit of anticipation slowly building up. Closer, closer, closer. They'll keep working their way down your arm until they arrive right at those ticklish underarms. Then I'll spend just a couple minutes scribbling along there before continuing my trek down.

I'll start slowly dragging my fingers down towards your ribs, and you know while I'm down at your ribs I really think that we should double check and make sure they're all in the right spots. So I'll have to glide my fingers across each and every bone, and dig into the spaces in between. I'll probably even have to do it twice just to really make sure.

After we've confirmed all your ribs are in place and healthy we'll once again start our decent. My fingers will crawl their way down your sides, pinching and scribbling as they do. And while we're stopped at your sides I think we'll have to nibble along them at least a little bit. They just look too good not to. But as much fun as it is teasing your sides, I really think we need to head back to your tummy, huh?

So that's exactly what I'll do. I'll raise my hands high above your tummy, shaped into claws, ready to attack whenever. I'll start slowly lowering them towards your quivering tummy while wiggling my fingers. There's absolutely nowhere you can go, nothing you can do, all you can do is sit there and watch the slow decent before you're tickled into oblivion. Maybe to make it a little bit easier I'll count down...

5...

4...

3...

2...

1...

We'll have to wait and see what happens~

-X

OmygooshhhshshnxxksmkdmdnAAAAAAA

yea stretching with a shirt a bit too short is like, ASKIN for tummy tickles......not saying i would know of course hahahahahaahaha

underarms would kill me, thats a top spot rigjt there sjxnndk

AND WOOOW THAT COUNTDOWN!!! RUDE!! I WANNA KNOW WHAT HAPPENS DKDNKDJDKSNDKDKMDK

#you're killing me #belly tickle #tickling #asks #answered #X #GOOOSH #fav #tickle teases

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reds-fluff-extravaganza · 10 months

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Hi, can i ask for a Vile x Fem!human! Reader Who lost her memorias?

( my english is a little bad)

I'll see what I can do! (Also your english is fine, anon! :D ) Also sorry I made reader more gender neutral, it just happened.

You slowly opened your eyes, wincing a bit at the light in the room, which took some time for your eyes to adjust to. You slowly sat up, looking around the room, before looking down at yourself. You saw that you had several bandages wrapped around your arms, legs, and several other places on your body, including your head. Just what the hell happened?

"Ah, you're finally awake. Didn't think you were gonna make it there." You heard a voice say, making you look up, confused. Just who was this..? He didn't look too familiar to you, or at least, you weren't too sure. You felt like you should know who he is, but you don't.

"Do you have any idea where you are, or who I am?" You took a moment to think about this, before shaking your head ‘no.’

“You really don’t remember? Damn.. that blow to the head may have just… made you lose your memory, Y/n.”

“Is… is that my name..?” You said, flinching a bit as your voice sounded a raspy, like you haven’t talked in a while.

“Yeah, that’s your name. And mine is Vile.”

“Vile… well… how did I get here?”

“I dunno the full story behind it, but I found you out cold on the ground after getting beat up. So I brought you here after getting your injuries treated.” Vile had his arms crossed as he talked to you, staring down at you.

“And how do you know me and my name, Vile..?”

“Ah, that’s a good question, Y/n…” Vile seemed a bit hesitant to answer the question, but sighed and said, “because we were… sort of friends, I guess you could say. You didn’t care that I’m a Maverick, that I could have killed you when we first met. I respected that about you, so I let you live, and uh, we were sorta friends.”

“Friends..?” You tilt your head slightly, but flinched as you did so, holding your head in pain.

“Hey, don’t hurt yourself now..!” Vile went over to you and had you lie back down. “Dammit, Y/n… just get some rest for now.” He sighed softly and turned to leave, but stopped as you called out to him.

“…Vile?”

“…what is it, Y/n?” He turned to face you.

“Do you think, once I’m able to move around… we could go back to being friends again? I want to remember you, Vile..” he was quiet for a few moments, before he nodded.

“Alright, alright, but you’ve gotta get rested up first.” You nodded and closed your eyes.

“Sleep well, Y/n.” You could hear him mumble as he left the room, closing the door behind him, and you fell asleep soon after he left the room.

three months have passed since then, and both you and Vile had been spending time together, like he had promised. He tried to help you remember things, but he knew not to push you as he didn't want to hurt you or make things worse. You did slowly start remembering things over the course of time you two had spent together. You remembered your name, a few other personal things about yourself, and that you were indeed best friends with Vile before you lost your memories. And there was one more thing you remembered: your crush on Vile. You had kept it a secret, as you knew there was no way he would love a human like yourself.

"Hello? Y/n?" You flinched a bit as you saw a hand wave in front of your face. You shook your head and looked over to see Vile standing right next to you.

"Sorry about that, I've just been thinking. It's nothing important. Anyways, what were we going to do today?"

"Well now I'm intrigued, but I guess that can wait until later... Oh yeah, remember anything new yet?"

"Oh, no, not really. If I do, I will be sure to let you know, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, fine. Now let's go." Vile turned and started walking away, with you right behind him.

"Where are we going?"

"Honestly? I have no clue, just walking."

"Oh, okay then." You were now walking beside him. The two of you walked in silence for a few moments, as if you were just enjoying each other's company.

"Hey, Vile?" You suddenly spoke up, looking over at the Maverick in question.

"What?"

"What do you... think of me? I know you said we were friends before... my incident, but... you didn't really say much about that."

"Oh, uh... Well, it was pretty much like how it is now, just now you have less memories, Y/n."

"I see..."

"Why, did you remember something?"

"Well..." You rubbed the back of your head, unsure if you should actually tell him what you remembered.

"Well, what?"

"Well... I did remember something, but I'm afraid if I tell you, we won't be friends anymore."

"Well now I'm curious..."

"If I tell you, you won't get mad at me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah, out with it, Y/n."

"I, uh, remembered my feelings for you. I had, or rather still do have, a crush on you, Vile."

"...What."

"You said you wouldn't get mad!" You looked back at him, worried that you upset him now.

"I'm not mad! I'm just... processing... You like me... Me?"

"Yes... yes, you."

"Well, you know what, Y/n?"

"Yeah..?" Now you were even more worried, bracing yourself for a rejection.

"...I like you too."

"Wait, what? Really?"

"Yes, really. I didn't want to admit it, cause I knew there was no way you would like a Maverick like myself."

"I was afraid to tell you too, as I didn't think you'd like me either, since I am... well, human."

"Tch, well I do like you."

"I'm happy you.. feel the same way. Maybe spending more time with you like this may unlock not only old memories, but create new ones as well."

"That... sounded very cheesy."

"Eh, what can I say? Ya gotta be cheesy sometimes, especially in love."

"Yeah, yeah, come on, let's go... watch (movie title) or destroy something, I don't care."

"Either works for me! Let's go!" With that said, you two took off to spend the rest of the evening together, destroying things and watching movies after. You knew this was going to be the start of an interesting relationship, but you didn't mind at all.

#mega man #mega man x #megaman x #sfw #anonymous #vile #mmx vile #vile mmx #vile/reader #vile x reader #x reader #reader insert #fluff #fluff oneshot #x reader oneshot #oneshot

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game-boy-pocket · 2 years

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Today, I beat Jajamaru no Daiboken... another Jajamaru game already? Well let's face it, he's not gonna show up in Nintendo Power and I kind of got a taste for it after playing the first game for a bit.

As I said, Jajamaru games tend to look at what's popular at the time and style the games after that. What game was popuar the year before 1986? Why, Super Mario Bros. of course. Jajamaru went from a single screen game with elements of Mario Bros, popeye, and ice climber, to a side scrolling platformer in which he finds power-ups inside special blocks... though to be fair, the power ups inside breakable platforms was in the first game, but it's much more mario style now, in the first game they were platforms of varying size you could break, but now they're just blocks.

Anyway, this game isn't nearly as refined as Mario, jajamaru is slow and floaty, power-ups are truly random as opposed to mario's pre-determined power-ups. Playing quick is a bad idea as some breakable blocks do have bombs inside that can kill you, so avoid the instinct to jump right up after breaking a block... like the first game, enemies can't kill you simply by touching you, it has to launch a projectile at you, but their projectiles are fast and fire off with little warning, which can really get irritating. There's also no telegraphing when they're about to fire. I think you're meant to be able to stun the enemies by stomping them like in the last game, but it seems to be bugged, you have to be obnoxiously precise or it just registers as the monster bumping into you... in fact, most of the times monsters got stunned was when they tried to jump up to me from below and their head contacted my feet, it was rarely me doing it intentionally with a jump.

The game seems to end around stage 10 given you defeat the baddie from the first game and rescue the princess, but no, you keep going through new levels with new baddies and remixed versions of old stages, you defeat all the bosses again except now there's two of each, and except for the final boss for some reason even though he would clone himself in the original game. But once you rescue princess Sakura a 2nd time, the game seems to loop back around to the first level, but without any changes... so yeah, I assume I just "beat" the game.

I like Jajamaru, I find the series kind of endearing, but I'm not going to lie, I can't recommend these games to the average player or even seasoned NES enthusiasts who are used to a little jank. You have to be a total platform junkie that wants to play all the platformers even if they're not very good for me to reccomend Jajamaru no Daiboken. The first one was an okay score chase game, but this one seems like an acquired taste. There's three more Jajamaru games on the NES, and while I can't say anything on the next two, but the final one shows a lot of promise.

EDIT: Note to self, read a little bit of strategy wiki before I start playing a new game if it's available. I found out you can jump down through some platforms and that would have been helpful info to have, and also the power up system makes a little more sense now.

#pocket plays #jajamaru no daibouken #jajamaru #nes #jaleco

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fizzingwizard · 10 months

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Had to go home today and see the ear doctor. Don't read on if squeamish haha

I'd been having some ear achey-ness in one ear for about a week, but since last night, it suddenly felt like a full blown ear infection, like I haven't had since I was a kid. But since I work with little kids, I tend to catch little kid colds and stuff more often than most adults. (I've built up immunity and don't get them as bad as I used to, but there's always something new and wonderful going around 9_9)

I had to go into work this morning, because I messed up last week due to a miscommunication. It was the same thing as when I had covid: my boss said "until Thursday" meaning I should come back to work on Friday, but to me "until Thursday" meant I should come in on Thursday. This time she told me something was due on the 31st, which I took to mean by the end of the day on the 31st. But she actually meant it was due before the 31st... From now on I'm gonna ask more questions whenever words like "until" or "by" are used

Anyway, I was able to get it done pretty quick, because my head was killing me and I couldn't hear much of anything out of the one ear. So I went home and went to the ear doctor. He took pics and my goodness. One ear was pristine. The other... soooo much wax build up. Not only was there a lot, but it was a weird color, and the texture was different - I usually have kind of dry, orangey wax, and this was dark and slimy. (see I told you don't read if squeamish!)

I've never experienced this before in my life. The doctor started cleaning my ear with these long sticks, and using this suction thing like the dentist uses (though not quite as strong, thankfully). I don't know if I can say it was painful, but it sure was uncomfortable. And I don't know why, but it made me light-headed! I actually got nauseous. The doc asked what as wrong and I was too dizzy to think in Japanese, so instead of saying "I'm dizzy," I said "My head is light." Which isn't the most common way to express it here, but it got the point across, and they had me lie down on a cot with a funnel in my ear that dripped water in to loosen the wax x'D

After that fortunately the rest went pretty easily. The doctor was this twitchy, happy guy who couldn't stop talking. I liked him though. The nurse was also nice but seemed really anxious for some reason. But idk, she calmed down, or I guess maybe she didn't understand why I was acting weird until she took my blood pressure and realized it was low, and then focused on just not letting me fall over lol

(I don't know with the low blood pressure. Although my guess is I was dehydrated because I rushed around in the morning and didn't eat and only drank a little water. Plus it's really hot. But I do get light-headed like everytime the temperature changes x'D I have debated whether I should talk to a doctor about it. It doesn't really impede my life, but it has made it hard for me to get serious about hiking and stuff. I love hiking, but I tend to feel exhausted long before my muscles hurt, and it's really inconvenient to be nauseous on a mountain. ETA: I looked up about feeling faint when cleaning ears, and there was a mention that the suction tool can change the temperature inside the ear canal suddenly, which can result in dizziness and faintness. So that's that solved :P Woulda been nice if the doctor had warned me tho...)

I asked before I left what caused so much wax, because I really don't wanna do this again :P It wasn't painful, but it still sucked, ya know? They wouldn't really confirm, like usual, the doctors always just want you gone once you're fixed up... but hopefully that means it's not anything serious. I asked if I need to clean better, but I was confused why it only happened in one ear when I treat them both the same. But looking online, it sounds like that can happen if the inner ears are shaped differently, or if you sleep more on one side. I am a side sleeper but I'm not sure if I favor my right side. I don't think I do. Anyway... Idk, will just be more careful about cleaning my right ear from now on I guess XP

Eventful morning... At least I get to be home for the afternoon now. What's funny is last night I watched a video about Ouchi Hisashi, who was a victim of the criticality event in Tokaimura. What he endured was unimaginably horrific. Sitting there getting my ear cleaned, I hated it so much that I started reminding myself "Remember what Hisashi went through. This is nothing..." Yup I'm a wimp

#fizz's life

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soggykookiesandcream · 11 months

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𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟞

Third Person's POV

Lia growls and struggles against the men holding her down. Jungkook stalks towards her with the vaccine in his hand.

"I love you, Lia," Jungkook declares, "You know that, right?"

He takes the syringe out of its packet and stabs it into the vaccine bottle, "I know you know," he smiles as he kneels in front of her.

"Stay still, okay?" He says softly, "This will hurt a bit."

The needle of the syringe pierces her dead flesh. He injects the vaccine and stands up.

"Leave us," he tells his men and they quietly shuffle out of the room. Jungkook notices no change in her. She was still the undead zombie she turned into three years ago. Any hope, any belief in him was wiped away as she continues to snarl and growl brainlessly at him pathetically.

Jungkook scoffs at his attempt to cure her, "Why did I even think it'd work?"

"You'll never become what you were once," he spits at her harshly out of anger after all her feelings or emotions didn't matter. Not anymore anyway...

She was a zombie. She didn't have any.

It's not like he cared when she did either. This was his punishment. You'd only realise the value of something when it's gone.

He didn't take her love and emotions when she was full of them. Now that she doesn't have any he wants it. He misses and craves it.

"You'll never be my Lia," he falls to his knees crying, "You'll never be her. She was so lively. So full of emotions."

"YOU'LL NEVER BE HER!" He yells at her and she flinches and falls back from the sheer force of his yell.

"I- I wish I had her," he sobs, "I want her. I miss her. I want her back, please. Give her back to me."

He stumbles closer to her, "Come back to me," he sniffs, "You know I love you, right? I'll give you everything you want. You just have to ask. I'll love you the way you deserved to be loved. I'll worship the ground you walk on."

"Give her back to me!" He goes closer and Lia almost pounces on him but he gets pulled back.

"JUNGKOOK!" Hoseok yells as he drags him back, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?"

"I want her back, Hyung," he cries as Hoseok cradles him looking at Lia, "I want her back."

"Jungkook," Hoseok sighs, "I'm- I'm sorry."

"I need her," he sobs painfully, "What am I without her love? I'm tired," he whispers, "I'm so tired."

Hoseok purses his lips. He didn't have any comforting words for Jungkook. He looks up at Lia reaching and trying to grab at them. He smiles pitifully at her. It's not her fault. She should have been killed the second she was turning. Jungkook perhaps would have moved on then. He would have found something else to live for.

"Let's go to your room, alright?" He says softly pulling Jungkook up and taking him to his room.

"Lie down and rest, okay?" Hoseok pats Jungkook's shoulder softly and leaves the room.

"Stop!" She hisses as she returns to drawing, "What are you trying to do?"

"You're drawing someone," Jungkook frowns, "Who is it?"

"It's just one of my friends, Jungkook," Lia says softly, "It's her birthday tomorrow."

"You've never drawn me," he frowns, "Draw me."

"I'll see," she hums going back to concentrating on the canvas.

"Baby," he whines, "I missed you today at the office. I could only think of you the entire day."

"Oh," she replies absentmindedly.

"Are you listening?" He asks with a frown and she just nods.

"You're not listening," he huffs in annoyance and snatches her pencil.

"Jungkoo-"

"Shut up," he pulls her on top of him and grins, "Give me some of your time."

"No," she scoffs and tries to climb off him.

He pulls her back and pins her onto the bed, "You're not going anywhere. I always get what I want, baby. You're gonna give me your time."

She sighs and gives in opening her arms. He happily settles in, resting his head on her chest.

"I love you so much," he murmurs into her chest.

"I love you too," she kisses the top of his head.

"Jungkook?" She calls.

"Hmm?" He hums nodding his head.

"Jungkook," she says softly.

"Yeah, baby," he replies looking up at her only to flinch back.

"Do you not want me anymore?" Her rotten face asks, "Am I not pretty anymore, Jungkook?"

He shakes his head and crawls back and away from her. He looks around to see that the entire room is bloody and rotten.

"I drew you, Jungkook," she grins lifting a bloody paper with his face drawn on it, half of her lips rotten away almost falling off, "You wanted me to draw you. I did it."

His eyes well up with tears and he shakes his head.

"Come to me, Jungkook," she laughs, "Don't you miss me?"

He continuously shakes his head.

"You don't?" She frowns, "I miss your promises, Jungkook. All those sweet promises. I miss them."

He sobs and moves back for his back to hit the wall.

"Jungkook," she sings his name over and over.

"Jungkook."

"Jungkook!"

His eyes shoot open to see Hoseok standing in front of him with worry twisting his face.

"Jungkook?" Hoseok lightly slaps his face, "Bad dream?"

He nods his head unable to speak.

"It's okay," Hoseok says softly, "I'll get you water."

His head is filled with Lia's rotten face calling for his name.

Jungkook.

Oh, her sweet voice was becoming a curse.

Am I going insane?

J̶̧͋͛̍̾̋̔͌ų̸̡̛͎̣̤̼̮̎̎̒́͐̋͐͝ņ̵̧̣̲̖̙̎̆̇̾͋̏̄̏͌̕͜g̵̨̖͈̔̅̀̂k̸̨̧͈̤̠͇̂ǫ̴̖̺͖̖̩̼͔̂̂̑̂̕o̷̮̺̩͗͊̅́̽́͝k̶̥̝͝.̷̨̺͈̘̎̊̑͆̀̔̑̋̍

wₕy?

Y̶͕̺̲͛̓̄͝ồ̴̗͍̯̍̃͆̀̉̚̕u̴̥̟̖̭̘͉͔͆͌́͜ ̴̊͜f̶̺̫͚̭̲̼̩̽͑̄̌̔͘ͅo̶̢̡̹̩̹͚̮͙͚̻̍͐͛͝r̴̡̛͎͉̺̯͋g̵͈͊͌̌̎̒̓́͒͊̆ǫ̴͔̱̯̲̪̇̀̂̐́͂́͝͝t̸͇̬̠̤͑̿̿ ̵̫̫̽̉̈́͝ͅý̷̨͔͖͎̿̒͝ͅo̴̭͈͎͍̬͊̓̉ǘ̵̧̳̩̤̥͕̅ͅȓ̸̡̜̱̺̈͆̈́͌̆̕̕ ̴̘̪̙̟̆͆p̶̙̤͖͇̟͕̺̄̍̽͗̌̓̀́͠ͅr̴̰̥͈̎̏o̸̝̥̮̟̫̠̝̍̈́̂̋̍̔͠͠ḿ̸̨̧͈͇̓̽̌̃̃̅͌͘͠i̶͈̘̓̃͊̈́͒͝s̵̜̼̰̱̍͜͠ḙ̸̢̧̲̫̟̯̘̯̈́͒̐͜s̵̛̝̎̾́́̇̀̆͠.̷̡̰̭͈̫̌̈́͆̏̽̉̀́̚͝

wₕy?

H̴̡̩̲͇̥̱̪̤̍͑̃̾̌͋̈́̅̑̕͜ͅo̶̞͛̌̒͋̿͋̄̑͌̚ẅ̶̛̲̜̞̱̯̜̥̮̰̜́̀̂̔͝ ̷̧̖̮̠̪̲̦̉͂̿̑c̷̭̳͌͠ơ̵̧̢̱͇̳̱̮͓̜̤̓́͠ȗ̷̜̇͊l̵̯̝̬͇̬̥͓̦͎̀d̷̖̘̘̔ ̵̢̭̺̦̤͎̞͎͎̇̓̋͒̾̇̓͜y̵̫̳͛̓͑̔͑o̵̧͚̘̗̩̦̗͔͑͠ͅu̸̖̟̍̒?̸̗̓̾

wₕy?

I̸͔͍͓̪͛̆̇̍̋̚ ̴̨̹̦̼̳͇͓͖̏̒͋̆́t̴͇̤̭͇͍͎̯̖̓͆̔̽̈́̒̐͝h̷̡̨͖͖͍̝̮͔͔́̿̾̇͆̑̄͜o̸̟̳̟̓͊̋̍͑̉͜ù̸̧̡̺̟̣͔̰̠̥̹̈́ģ̷͉̣͉͍͙͌h̷͍̙͖͓̪̯̲̝̭͂͊̀́͗͒̀̅̚̚t̶̢͙̜̠̦͎͚̏̃ͅ ̷̘̺͙̤̼̺͖̺̜̔͐͒̈́̔̈́̾̾͘y̸̖̫͇̫̟̘̟̮͇̫̿͐̃ǫ̷̧̙̲͚̤̦̽̆̂͜u̷̲̝̻̼̟̅ ̵̢̛̼͈͖̝͋̔̇̈́̕͘͝͝l̴̙͕͉͔̿o̷͇̙̖̩̞͔̐͒̎̅͑̉͝ͅv̵̼͘è̸̢̤̜̲̩̗̮́̆̑̅͝d̵̺̘͖̾̿̐̉͂̍̊̈́͝͝ ̶̛̠͉̰̋̐̆̃̈́̒͆͗ṁ̸̬̠̜̽́̍̌̑͛͘e̷̡̠̗̘̗̠͆͝

ᵢ ₜₕₒᵤgₕₜ yₒᵤ ₗₒᵥₑd ₘₑ

wₕy?

W̴̢͓̘̩̊̔̑͋͠h̴̢͓͚̭͚̫̾̍͆͜y̵̢̢̛͚̦̝͈̺̘̟͐́̇͒̉͜͝ ̸̧̯̫͖͕̥͛̑͑̌́̆̎̈d̸̠̥͇͎̞̠̪͙̱̬͛̃i̷̠̹͙͇͔͝d̴̮̙̳̪̫̮̝̥̯̀͛͜ ̷̨̺̟̙͓̪̦̍̑̊ͅy̷̖̹͌͜͜o̴̙̩̿̓̏̽̈̍͛̎̽u̵̧̱͈̔͌̔̇̽̈́̋͘͜͜͝ ̸̞̭̈̀́̆̍l̶̢͔̇̓̈́̌e̴̘̣͕̱͍̳͔̱̠͓͗̎͝ă̸̰͈̑v̷̲͇̂́e̴̖̫̙͗̀͐ ̵̡̨͙̖͕͓́̎m̸̪̬͙̀̀͠e̶͔̲͛̃ ̶̡̧̡̧̣͖̫͙́̑̈́̄͆̂͜a̷͖͌ͅl̶̢̛̠̦̆̈́́̃͋͂o̴̜̳̗͈̎̏̈́̓̕͝ņ̷̽̑̓̓͊̈́͒̃e̴̮̥̥͍͙̦̠͍̣̓?̸̛̭̼̱̋͛̓́͗̍̽̄͘wₕy?

I̸̡̛͎̣̳͌̈́̓̍͌̓̆ ̶̧̡̟͕͙̗̜̺͚̏̆͜ţ̵͚͖̲́̐̀̈́̅̈́͋̃ͅh̸̰̍̍͐͌̕o̶̡͓̠̟͎̥̫̘̓͋̑͊ȕ̶̞̩͉͚̥͙͈̆̊̀̇͠͝g̴̨̭̣̺͇̜͈̦̊̀̆̕͘ͅͅh̶̙͇͉̝̮͖̯͉̮̿͜t̵̾̈͊͆͊̂̅̓̚͠ͅ ̵̰̪͇̗̯͙̿͜I̴̧͚̩̳̿ ̸͙͓͚͖͙̍́̾̆̄̈͘h̶̨̜̭̘̙̻͚̳͛͜ͅa̶̖̣̺͕̰͈̠̩͖̳͋̆̂̅́d̵̟̝̤̫͓̳̥̓̓̏͗̈́̍̃̚͘ ̵̡̞͚̜̳̘̯͊̓̌͋̋̉̎͋̍̚ỳ̷̘͓̺̦̣̳̲̬̪̆̒̃̔̀͌ͅȍ̶̢̞̟̖̰̩͕̐̉͛̓̈́ũ̵̱̇̇͂̿̑̀̾͠

wₕy?

D̸̡̛͔̱̼͙̘̽̈́̄͐̈̀̚̚̕o̸̧̼̠̻̣͛͐̎ ̸̢̗͍̐̐̅ỳ̴̨̬̲̮̩̰̚͠o̸̡̜̖̭̳̤͔͈̍̌̀͛͑͘u̴̖͑̉ ̴̯̪̜̙̗̓́̌̑̌̇̒̑͘͜͠e̴͚̓̔͛̒̎͐͘v̷̧̮͎̫͖̜̟͎͊̋̿͑͋̽͑͂͜͝͝ȩ̸̢̱͖̭̘̻̟̥̦͋̑̍̓͗̀̅͝ń̷̺̤͂̌͌̈́̓͠ ̵̢̱̺̻̯̠̲͔̩͂́̊̂̚l̸̡̨̡̳̘͈̻̳͎͇̏o̶̲͆̊͋̀̊̀̊v̴̥̤̇̍͒͂̇̚ȩ̷͎̞̘̮̩̋̏̏̅͒̀̚ ̸̡̛̩̣̠͈̫̗͈̋́̍̓̏͠m̶̛̺̘̮̮̗̰̩̰͑͊ẽ̷͎̤͔̃͂̿̈́̐̀́̕͝?̴͕̖̿̃͘͘ Dₒ yₒᵤ? Dₒ yₒᵤ? Dₒ yₒᵤ? Dₒ yₒᵤ?

"I DO!" He yells, "I DO LOVE YOU. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!"

D̸͔͉̏̈́̍̔̂͌͜͝͝ò̴̹͎͙̆̇ ̶̫͈̌̽͜͝y̸̘̗̞̖̘͔̥̠͔̒͐͆͂̽̆͝͝o̵̯͕͗͆̆̑̒̽ù̶̢͎̝̖͈̻̙̦̹̿́̍͝ ̷̢̡̦͍̤̣̔̈́̕̕͠ͅẗ̶̺̣̞̥́͘h̶͚̜͙̣̀̑͐̇ǫ̵̟̣̹̭̣͆̔ͅů̶̪͎̣̳͛͛̃̅̾ḡ̶̛̜̻̠̓̏͘ḥ̵̯͕̰̬̞̠̜̊̄͂͘͜ͅ?̶̨̢͓͓̳̇̀̅̆̽̕ N̴̛̘͎̐̿̍̏͛͘o̴̱̰̿̒̄̀͊̊̍̀͊͜͝,̵̨̫͌͛̎̂͊ ̸̧̡͖̞̤̬͈̣͚̥̏͊̒̇͘̕ý̷̧̜̟̼̇̑̈̇͝o̴̢͚͍̿́̑̇̓͊ǘ̶͍̩͛̀ ̸̮̗̩̼̼̭͙̫͈͎͂͐́̄̀͒͠d̷͙̤̈́̋́̚o̸͔̮͈͕̳͎̘͔̬͆͂̌͆͊̒̂́̕̕͜n̴͔͓̻̜̹̯͐̅́̆́̋͝'̵̗̺̱̲͔̤̳͂̾̒͐͌͝͝t̵͉͋̒̂͌̇̊͊̎̓͘ ₙₒ, yₒᵤ dₒₙ'ₜ ₙₒ, yₒᵤ dₒₙ'ₜ ₙₒ, yₒᵤ dₒₙ'ₜ ₙₒ, yₒᵤ dₒₙ'ₜ

Ý̸̪̖̥͖̌́͒̍̚͝ȯ̸͚͈̣̀͗̚u̴͓̓ ̸̧͓͔̳̼̯̆̎̐͐͊̒̄̈́̽̇͜n̵̡̮͖̮̭̟͓̾̏̀̏ȇ̴͇̻̦̥͔̂͘v̷̦̠̺̫̣̩̤͓̈́͛̏̓͆͋̕ͅḝ̸͖̘̱̌̈́͗͂͑̔͋̚͘r̸̘̼̤̲̼̠̣̒̅̏̃͘͘͜͝ ̸̙̮̘̉̔̓̍̓̆̎d̶̡̟͙̫̘̜̦̊͆͒̑̑̏̊͘į̶͇͔̬̠͎͊̓͂́̍̈̂͂͠͝d̵̯̝͗̆̊̐̈́͛͝.̴̰̺̪͈͇̳̼̪̫͐̋̒̈́̔̀̚̕ wₕy?

"I DID!"

"I DID LOVE YOU!"

"I STILL LOVE YOU!"

T̴̹̯̹̯̩̐̀͑̀h̵̯̹̀e̴͈͙͇̞̙̮̔͗̑͊͗͒̕͜ņ̸̲̫͓̠̙̟̞̘͊́ ̴̮̺̮̭̥̫̳̉̓̈́ẁ̸̨̼̳̖̭̂̓̍̇̍́̊̈́̓ͅh̴̡͇̟̘̦͖́̋́͆̓͋̇͜y̷͍͔͚͑̿͑́̐ ̵̗̺̱͉̎̈́͂̕ą̵̨͔̰̞̬̱̫̣̍̂͂̓̀͒̇̚r̷̨̧̦̳̟͍̰̹̊͊͌̔̈́͝ͅe̵͓̩̙̩̮͔̒̿̂̆̽́̽̚͜ ̶̢̠̱͎̰̹͙̿y̶̥̹̗̟̲͐̚͜͜͝o̷̢̭͚̫̙̖͚̒͂̽̐̉̊͝ů̸̡̦̀͛ ̶̤̩̲͇̺̙͇̏̌͋ṅ̵̢̢̨̮̙̮͇̣̲͕̈́ơ̴̱̻̼̻̫͉̼͇͌̆͋̀͌̅̕t̵̢̛̝͎̱̜̮̙̘̎̽͑̊́̿̎͘͝ ̶̢͙͔̥̘͈̬̳̣̈́͑̌͆̽͂͝k̵̨̺̳͇̚ȅ̷̖̲́̈́̅̕ę̵͖͓̟͖̯͇̳̖̼̀͒͋͆̄p̷̡̖̙̘̞̫̦̼͐ị̴͛̃̃̂ņ̴̼͈̺́̋̐͗̊̓̽̚͠g̴̗͉͉͇̤̉̏̄̔̽̔͋̈͝ ̵͖̮̼͎̥͎̯̲͕̯͘y̷̨̦̭̻͂́͒̃̽o̶̼͔̝̮̱̺͂̇̆͛̚͝ů̴̡̧̢̡̳͖̬̖̬͛̏̈́̽̀r̶͎̪͈̎̎̈́̏̚ ̵̛̳͒̿̀͝͝p̴̛̫̬̫͛͆͊͛̋͌̏̅̾ͅr̸̪͔͈͍̫̪̤̺̲̈́̽͌̐ȍ̵̫́m̷̻̜̌̔͊͝į̷͇͙̑̔̇̈́̿̓̊��š̴̠̱͚͉͖̯̋e̸̯̪̬͛̉͆͝s̶̨̲͇̱̖̒̒̓̋̈͌́̕͘̚?̴̰̳̪̤̌̌͛̎͆̔̄͆͘͝ wₕy?

wₕy?

J̸̛͓̹͚̰̳̟̓͋̿̕Ǘ̷͈͌̈́Ņ̶̪͓͓̪̮̺͚͖̌̈́͊Ġ̷͉̈͑̄̅́͝K̷͔̙̦̖̠̪̹̝̉͌͜ͅƠ̸̢̡̡̲͔͔̣̯̰̙͋̃̌̃̈́̂̈͠͝Ơ̷͇̒̌K̶̹͓̟͖̪͇̤͖͌͋̂̎̀̋͠͝͝ wₕy?

I̵̙̫̻̫̫̺̘̊͑͐͐T̵̪̝̰̲̰̙͙͙͇̩́̅͋̈́̈́̈̂͘͠ ̴̨̣͐̃̈͝H̵͕̽̀̿̐́͝Ű̷̹̞͕̞͔̪̥͚̙͆̉̆̕͝͝R̷̺̞̺͕̤̘̲̆̾̌̈́̚T̵̥̫̳͇͉̼̽̑̕S̵̺̔͑̈̉̇̓ wₕy?

J̸̛͓̹͚̰̳̟̓͋̿̕Ǘ̷͈͌̈́Ņ̶̪͓͓̪̮̺͚͖̌̈́͊Ġ̷͉̈͑̄̅́͝K̷͔̙̦̖̠̪̹̝̉͌͜ͅƠ̸̢̡̡̲͔͔̣̯̰̙͋̃̌̃̈́̂̈͠͝Ơ̷͇̒̌K̶̹͓̟͖̪͇̤͖͌͋̂̎̀̋͠͝͝

It hurts...

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takoichigo · 4 months

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So I'm at MAGFest.

I didn't do anything today besides pick up my badge and my MAGFest merch. Which nearly fucking killed me. I was extremely dehydrated and at the end of my rope emotionally and it was NOT a good time. And then the guys brought me back lunch, which was a sub. Apparently all the bread at the sub place is absolutely covered with sesame seeds. Like a ludicrous amount of them. But I couldn't like, send it back or not eat it. I can't walk outside in the cold for more than a few steps so my options for food are pretty much limited to what I can get someone to bring me. It tasted good at least, but my insides are going to be incredibly angry when those hit my colon. I can't have seeds or nuts or anything of that nature. I didn't get dinner. They went without me and didn't ask if I wanted them to bring me back anything.

Because I overdid it this morning my body has just shut down, essentially. I have not had any energy to do anything beyond a little tidying. I missed my friend's panel, the one thing I really wanted to go to today. I've basically been in the same position for 10 hours because moving hurts. I've been lying on my stomach. Which is really bad for my elbows, which have been particularly scaly and dry lately, and I also scraped one of them on the stupid textured wall in the bathroom. Intensely painful for no reason other than there are about two positions I can lie in where it doesn't hurt too bad, and one is on my stomach, resting on my elbows. If I'm lucky sometimes I can hit comfortable. At the moment I'm closer to tolerable. I'm trying to go to sleep. My brain isn't having it.

I'm exhausted and not used to sleeping in a room with other people. Especially when one of them snores super loud. Even though this is a person I have shared a bed with several times. They're just loud. It sounds like a buffalo drowning in a mud pit.

Our room neighbors are VERY loud as well. Thankfully it hasn't been an issue while I've been trying to sleep. But they scream at each other instead of conversing. It's annoying, but not unexpected. I'm not gonna cause a fuss over it or anything. People are having fun. I hope they're having a great time. This is a fun event. Unless you have cancer and chemo has crippled you and made your hands and feet useless and stolen all your energy.

I told myself I was going to have fun here. I need to have fun. It is unacceptable for me to just be in this room all weekend. Pain has stolen one day of happiness away from me. It doesn't get to do that for the next three days. If it does I will feel like I have wasted my money, my time, and my energy on doing this, and I'll feel stupid for even thinking I could handle it. I don't want that.

Well my head sure was full of thoughts. This is a genuinely long post. And I could go on even longer about the stupid embarrassing things that have already happened to me. But I won't, because I don't want to think about them anymore. This is enough.

I did have some fun. The hotel TVs show "MAGtv" which is a feed of things that are happening around the fest. I watched three concerts that were happening downstairs and very much enjoyed two of them. They showed two or three panels that I wasn't interested in. They switched to the feed of their charity speedrun for a bit, and a very buff man was juggling things, and every time he dropped one, he'd have to do pushups based on how much had been donated. It was strangely riveting to watch. I enjoyed it.

Anyway, it's going on 2 AM and I took my meds half an hour ago so I should actually feel like sleeping soon. I should have taken them earlier, but I didn't want to miss hanging out with my friends if they came back to the room to chill. Which we did for a while. It was nice. I don't think I made my friend mad about missing his panel. At least I hope I didn't. He still hasn't told me what I did to irritate him. I'm trying to not be a pain. But it's hard. I feel bad that I complained a little about lunch. And also about sideways complaining about them not bringing me dinner. But what can I do? Things are so rarely under my control anymore. Just need to stay as mindful as I can.

Good lord this is a novel. I'm done now, I swear.

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forcebewitht · 3 years

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Force's Disney Geek Master Theory: Why Twisted Wonderland Is Called Twisted Wonderland

We have all grown to know and love various Disney characters over the years, correct? Yet, I believe a lot of us can argue that not many characters have the same effect on us even as adults today as the Villains do within their respective movies. In the game Disney: Twisted Wonderland as we all know and love, the select boys to Overblot are supposed to have the "souls" of their Villain counterparts, right? But...why is it called "Twisted" Wonderland, then? The truth may lie within something that has been right in front of us all along, my friends: the meaning of a mirror. Ready to buckle in for this one? If so, then here we go!

We have seen all of these guys share character traits, looks, etc with their Disney counterparts, correct? Well, what if I were to tell you that things in terms of the "main" guys that we are supposed to pay attention to aren't exactly what they seem? This could be analyzed in a few different ways, honestly, yet the most prominent way is this: the differences in their personalities- they are reversed. Let us take this bit by bit, shall we?

Ah, yes. The Queen Of Hearts. The ranting, raging, bundle of red, black, and gold we all know and love. (or else heads would roll, I'm sure) One of the things that everybody knows about her is that she's extremely hellbent on the crazy rules that she makes up and is prone to anger honestly very easily. Yeah, you can connect that to Riddle- but think about it for a second. While that rage and the rule thing is still there, it isn't as prominent with him as it was with her, is it? With the Queen of Hearts, her whole "issue" was that she wished to make everybody listen to her and follow her every command- but Riddle was essentially always following the rules of another- not his own. This seemed to make Riddle a little more calm most of the time in terms of how he handled and oversaw things. It wasn't until he actually Overblotted that the "listen to me and only me" thing came out- buuuuuuttttttt I'll get to that part in a bit.

Next: Leona and Scar. While we honestly didn't get to see a lot of what went on behind the scenes in the Outlands in terms of how Scar even met the hyenas to begin with at all, one thing can honestly be said- Scar worked very hard to get where he was. I mean, it's not like you can get an entire pack of rabid, hungry hyenas onto your side in the course of a single day, or maybe even a week (especially as a lion, no less). No, something to that extreme takes careful planning, wording, and stringing along to ensure that nothing goes wrong along the way. The way Scar spoke to Shenzi, Banzai, and Ed made it seem as though he had known them for a looooonngggg time before this- that's where that behind the scenes planning comes in. And then...you have Leona. Leona, from what we can tell in Chapter 2, planned the idea for the "endgame" alright- but he didn't actually act upon any of the plan for himself. Ruggie did. Even in the Lion King, we see that Scar had no problems whatsoever getting his paws dirty a little within his own scheme to take his "rightful place" at the head of Pride Rock- but Leona quite honestly did not a thing once Ruggie was in motion. See where this is starting to head?

Azul and Ursula. Ursula, the Disney baddie queen of my heart Ursula, the Sea Witch. She was known all around the ocean floor for helping out poor little merfolk in secret, wasn't she? Yet, nobody ever really seemed to catch wind of the whole "her turning those who didn't quite fit the bill into polyps" thing, did they? That was one of the things that made her such a honest threat to Ariel herself- because Ursula was cunning. She did things behind the scenes, and sure- we could catch onto it out in the audience (annnddd maybe Sebastian and Flounder as well), but nobody else really seemed to, right? Azul is the complete opposite in this standpoint. He instills direct fear into his "workers" and those even beyond and within his dorm. Like- basically most knew that this dude was bad news to begin with. Azul, mostly, seemed to hide his cunning facade behind a fake yet still seemingly "soft and genuine" smile and act. But all in all, he didn't really attempt to "hide" anything- hell, he even proclaimed his entire plan of what everyone with those things on their heads were gonna do for him in the open! At least when Ursula sang as Vanessa, she was in an almost perfectly enclosed room with nobody else around.

Jamil and Jafar. This comparison here, given what occurs in the movie Aladdin, is honestly one of the biggest possible indicators of this reoccuring theme I shall clarify in a bit. Jafar, while being sneaky, was known for being a more "out there" Disney Villain in terms of his personality alongside that of his partner Iago in the film. He would smile in a sinister way, he would crack jokes out in the open, and let us not forget his crazed yet oddly interesting laughter. Jamil? He's the exact opposite. Given his past and what he has had to dealt with growing up with Kalim, he is much more reserved and barely releases a chuckle or cracks a smile at all. His personality is a lot more repressed than that of Jafar himself throughout the film. Jamil has been so used to having to hold himself back thanks to his parents in favor of Kalim's family, he doesn't seem to know how to "let go" whatsoever. Yet Jafar, while still maintaining that sneaky side of him as well, has no problems whatsoever letting a little hang loose whenever he so chooses to.

Vil and the Evil Queen. This one honestly may be a bit more self explanatory than the others- but the difference between these two is their expressions of themselves. The Evil Queen was the very first animated counted Disney Villain within Disney's history- yet, she barely had any lines throughout the film at all. Her ranges of expression were almost little to none thanks to the era in which the movie was released in- but she always looked like she was pissed, huh? Vil is the exact opposite of her in this sense. He is able to fully express himself through his various facial expressions, theatrical abilities, musical experiences, fashion style, and even how he behaves. Vil is able to do so much more than the Evil Queen did or could do within that time period, that it's almost a little staggering if you fully picture it.

Idia and Hades. Now, now. We haven't honestly seen too much of the flaming blue boy yet in TWST, but one thing is apparent here right off the bat- in terms of his personality? He is the exact opposite of Hades. Idia is much like Jamil but to a more "geek" degree- he's extremely introverted, shy, a bit snippy, yet mainly keeps to himself and his gaming tech. Hades is most often renowned as the Disney Villain with the most personality- and the best humor. Hades has no problem whatsoever being "out there" with his crazy puns, sassy remarks, anger, and even mocking behavior. I mean, please, guys- I haven't been this choked up since I got a hunk of moussaka caught in my throat!

Finally, Malleus and Maleficent. Ooooohoooooooo boy. We have to count out the live action movie Maleficent for this one (sorry horned queen fans). One thing that basically everybody even with their toe in the water in that of Disney movies kind of knows this fact- Maleficent is c r u el. She's got a bizarre set of dark powers and an even blacker heart than that. Hell, we basically had to "soften her up" a little bit in Maleficent thanks to just how seemingly irredeemable her character is in that of Sleeping Beauty. I mean, c'mon now- cursing an infant? And we get no explanation for that in the original? C'mon, now. Anyways, Malleus? As we all can tell by now, this dude is the compleeettteeeeeee opposite. Sure, he has those repressed bits here and there too, but it is evident that this dude has a heart crying out for the MC and it is big, bold, and golden to the core once you look past how he looks. He sent the MC a card for winter break, for crying out loud. Yeah, let me know the next time you see Maleficent do that smh.

Now, I have avoided using a certain word up until this point to see if anybody could catch on to what exactly is happening here. Did you figure it out? Reverse. The boys that either have Overblotted already or intend to Overblot soon stop holding out on us, Chapter 6 have had the exact opposite personalities compared to that of their Villain counterpart- until one prime point in their "character arcs". Their Overblot.

Riddle wished to have all bow before him and obey his rules.

Leona led his entire dorm into ruin and nearly sanded away the entire school in the process.

Azul let himself finally free of his personal shackles entirely and "took what was his".

Jamil finally let himself go and opened up more in his personality, almost seeming to be driven insane in the process.

Vil wanted to become the most beautiful one of all and would kill anyone within the way of that goal without any hesitation whatsoever.

The moment that the boys' Overblotted, that was the exact moment when the "soul" of their Disney Villain counterpart took control. Keeping that idea in mind, that should mean that this will happen in the upcoming chapters and their Overblots:

Idia will show off all of the personality, powers, and intelligence that he has been keeping down within this introverted self of his.

Malleus will become so broken by being left out and alone in the cold for the final time that he will turn into a completely cruel Fae and possibly nearly kill either the MC or the representation of Prince Philip within that Chapter in the process.

(Hello, my dear Readers! Guess who is trying to get back into her bigger pieces of writing? This gal right here~ feel free to drop a comment and tell me what you think of this theory- I'd love to hear your thoughts! 💕)

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seoups · 3 years

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REQUESTS ARE OPEN

contents: you go grocery shopping with Tsukki while you have a side bet with your best friend. warnings: Fluff !! mostly unedited !! word count: 1362

“Whatcha doing?” You asked your boyfriend as you entered his dorm room. “Studying for finals,” he said. “Isn’t finals 3 weeks away?” you asked. “I’m just doing a basic review so I can make sure I didn’t forget everything I learned this year,” Tsukki said. “Oh, ok,” you said. “Did you need something?” he asked as he turned to you. “Oh, I was just gonna ask if you wanted to go out later today?” you said. “Sure. I need a break anyways,” he sighed, standing up from his desk. “Awesome!” you smiled. “Are you free now?” “Yep. Where do you want to go?” “I was thinking that we could just go around and walk? There’s a grocery store nearby and I think both of us need food for our rooms.” “Works for me,” he said.

The two of you walked on the path as you made your way to the store you talked about. You got a call from your best friend as you were walking there.

“Oh, sorry, this might be important, F/n never calls me. Can you give me like 5 minutes?” you asked. “Sure, I’ll wait here,” he said, leaning on the nearest tree.

You walked across the path before answering the call.

“Hello? F/n? Is everything ok?” you asked. “Ok so. I was thinking, right, and I think it’s so bullshit that you and Tsukishima never hold hands. Like even when I’m looking out from my dorm and see you guys walking, you guys are never holding hands or hugging or anything,” she said. “Is this really what you called me about? I’m literally out with him right now, F/n. He’s just not a touchy person, I don’t know,” you sighed. “Because you don’t initiate anything! I bet if you were to hold his hand right now, he’d probably fucking combust,” she laughed. “F/n…” “I’m not even joking! Test it out, be touchy. I bet you $20.” “That'll be the easiest $20 I’ve ever gotten,” you smiled. “Sure. We can go with that. NOW GO TEST IT OUT,” she said, hanging up.

You walked back to Tsukki.

“Everything good with F/n?” he asked. “Yep,” you said. “She was just stressed about a test she had coming up. I just had to reassure her that she’d do great like usual.”

For someone who didn’t lie often, you were fucking good at it.

“That’s good,” he said. “We should start heading to the store.” “Right, we should!”

The two of you continued on your way to the store. As you walked, you had the idea to test what F/n told you. You slipped your hand into his.

“Y/n, what are you doing?” he blushed. “What do you mean?” you asked, pretending to be confused.

Damn, F/n was right.

“Whatever,” he said, looking forward and gripping your hand more than he had prior.

He had weirdly soft hands. They felt really nice to hold and warm. They compensated for your extremely cold hands.

“Your hands are fucking freezing. Did you stick your hands in a bucket of ice water or something?” he asked. “Your hands are just warm. Did you put them in fire or something?” you asked. “It’s better to hold hands with someone with warm hands than someone’s who’s feel like your holding an iceberg,” he smirked. “Are you saying that you don’t like holding hands with me?” you asked. “That’s not what I meant and you know it,” he glared at you. “I’m just teasing, honey,” you chuckled. “Whatever,” he rolled his eyes.

The two of you arrived at the store. You grabbed a basket while still holding your boyfriend’s hand.

“Should I get ramen or just go out and eat it in restaurants?” you asked. “Ramen in restaurants is expensive but ramen in packs are cheap though restaurant ramen tastes better,” he said. “So, make your choice.” “Hmm, I might as well get it in packs,” you answered, putting the packs in your basket. “Oh! Right! This shop has a bakery here with the best shortcake ever! We should get a slice and eat it in one of our dorms!” “Ooh, good idea,” he said, remembering his love for strawberry shortcake.

The two of you purchased items you needed for your dorms before heading to the bakery.

“You pick which one,” you asked, gesturing to the different types of shortcake.

He picked out the graham cracker strawberry one and the lady boxed it up for you two.

You both left the store, taking your bags back. You had used self-checkout so you separated your groceries into bags for either of you though your boyfriend insisted on carrying some of your bags. It’s safe to say you wouldn’t let him.

Once you two arrived at the dorms, you split to your separate dorms to leave your groceries.

“So? How’d it go?” F/n asked you.

Without saying anything, you handed her a $20.

“I KNEW IT!!” “OH SHUT UP!”

She was cackling as she realized she was right.

“Whatever, i have to go to Tsukki’s dorm,” you said, grabbing your keys. “Oh? for what?” she smirked. “Oh my god, we’re just sharing a slice of cake,” you said. “That’s a weird name for sex,” she said. “You’re lucky i’m running late,” you said, running out the door.

Unfortunately for the two of you, your dorms were on separate floors. His being the one above yours.

You knocked on the door of his dorm. He let you in, already having the cake and cutlery on the table. The two of you sat at the table, starting to eat the cake.

“You were right. That place is good,” he said. “I’m usually right,” you stated. “I’m not so sure about that. But you got this one right,” he chuckled. “Oh fuck you,” you said, flipping him off with both of you hands. “You love me,” he laughed. “Shut up,” you said, shoveling a bite of cake into your mouth.

He leaned in and kissed you quickly, getting frosting from the cake on his lips and face.

You chuckled before wiping the frosting off his face.

Soon, the two of you finished the slice of cake and started talking before Tsukki’s roommate came home.

“Oh hi, Y/n!” he said, entering the dorm. “Hey Tadashi!” you exclaimed. “Did you guys go out on a date or something?” “We went to the store,” Tsukki said. “Yep! I was running out of food for me and F/n so i had to grab some,” you smiled. “Speaking of F/n, i should head back to my dorm.” “I’ll walk you there,” Tsukki stood up. “Bye, Tadashi. See you later!” you exclaimed, standing up. “Bye, Y/n!”

You and Tsukki left the dorm, heading to yours.

The two of you stood outside the door, saying your goodbyes.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smiled. “See you then,” he said, leaning down to kiss you. “We can go on a proper date tomorrow.” “Sounds good,” you smiled. "Oh, by the way, you want 20 dollars to compensate for the 20 you lost?" he smirked. "WHAT? YOU KNEW?" you screamed. "First off, stop screaming. Second off, you talk really loud when you're on the phone, of course, I heard you," he chuckled. "Oh my god, I hate you," you scoffed. "Were you pretending the whole time?" "Duh. You losing 20 dollars was fucking hilarious," he laughed. "But actually, you should do that shit more often. It's cute. Maybe I should start holding YOUR hand out of nowhere." "I'm gonna kill you," you said. "I love you too," he chuckled, leaning down and kissing you. "I'm gonna head out. Hang out tomorrow too?" "Yeah. Can we go to a restaurant tomorrow?" you asked. "Sure. I'll see you then," he said.

You pulled him into a hug.

"Ok, bye," you said softly. "Bye, Y/n," he said.

You entered your dorm smiling, happy with your time with your boyfriend today.

“I’m sorry but you really look like you just had sex,” F/n laughed.

You scoffed and then threw your shoe at her.

“I’m sorry, but you really do,” she laughed. “I hate you,” you chuckled. “Love you too,” she smiled, blowing a kiss at you.

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sunnysunoo · 3 years

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Love Letters ; Sim Jake

Pairing: Jake X Reader

warnings: explicit language and cursing

word count: 3k words

genre: friends to lovers au! fluff with tiny pieces of crack lmao

Jake was always known for being this perfect guy in school. I mean, they're not wrong. They always described him as if he's this walking piece of art in the hallways. People would stop to just stare at him. You'd stare at him all day too, but you set priorities first: writing him love letters.

You're no Lara Jean, but I guess you can say that she's what inspired you to write Jake letters. Who needs Peter Kavinsky when Jake Shim exists anyways?

note: Not me completely disappearing off of tumblr for like months and then showing up again suddenly lol. I got really busy the past few months since I was completing requirements for school, and I really didn't have the motivation to do anything at the time so I took so time off to take care of myself first so I hope you understand :) But now since it's summer break, I am given at least 2 more months until I go back to school in August :)) Here's the long-awaited Jake imagine that I completely forgot about lmao hope you enjoy <3

P.S I finished writing this at 1:26 am so please excuse the really shitty plot and grammar ill rewrite it once i wake up

tag list: @cha-raena ( sorry for the rlly late post bestie )

Dear Jake, First of all, I will never call you Jaeyun because calling you by your English name makes me feel like I'm your friend. Calling you by your Korean name makes us feel like we're cold strangers to one another and I don't want that. I want us to be something more than that, but it's hard when you don't even know who I am. I'm surprised how you don't grow tired of me just dropping letters right into your locker every time you open it, and that's one of the things I love about you. You don't just throw away people's efforts and you treasure them with care. It makes my heart beat so fast as if I ran miles away from here.

We're already one year left until we graduate high school, and I don't want to end my high school years without you realizing my feelings for you. I know for sure that you would never reciprocate the feelings that I have towards you, so I want to treat this as closure in case we do forget about each other in the future. Yours truly,

Moon

"How is this person not over you? That's like the tenth one this month," Jay said, looking over Jake as he reads the letter from his secret admirer. Jake has always been receiving these letters from the same person everyday for the past four months. He's thankful for the letters because they definitely make his day better, knowing that there's someone out there who loves him as who he is regardless of looks. He's not gonna lie that these little notes and letters make his heart race too. "Do you have any plans with finding the person behind the letters?" Jay asked as he watches his best friend trying to hide the small smile that's been growing. No one really knows who this mysterious person is and why they decided to name themselves the moon, but we don't judge anyone in here. If they want to be the moon in their next life, then so be it. "I really want to find the person who's making these letters," Jake shoved the letter in his backpack, trying to not wrinkle it. "But I don't know where to start." "Who's finding who?" A voice popped suddenly beside the presence of the two boys. You leaned beside the locker beside Jake's, watching him as he grabs his books from his locker. "Did Moon drop your daily letter today again?" "They did as usual," Jake wasn't even surprised. He would expect the letters every time he enters the school in the morning. He would open his locker to see the usual small letter placed inside his locker. He usually arrives at seven or earlier, but he's surprised that he could never even catch a glance of this anonymous sender around the campus. "Should I go to school at five in the morning?" "Five in the morning? Isn't that a bit too early?" You questioned, followed by a shaky breath. "The school doesn't even open until six." "I could just walk to that nearby convenience store I always pass by to grab a coffee." He argues, closing his locker shut before walking towards his classroom.

You and Jay followed beside him, and you sneered under your breath, "You don't even wake up to your alarm clock."

"Why don't you even want me to go early anyway?" He glances as you try to give him an answer. But before you could say something, Jay replies first.

"You’re probably hiding something." He said. You rolled your eyes and narrowed your eyes at him. "You are so weird." You grunted, before walking ahead of them. You feel panicked because you were scared that you made yourself obvious to them.

You were inside your classroom sitting on your desk. There were only fifteen minutes left before lunch, but you had eaten your packed meal before instead of going to your school cafeteria. You were fidgeting in your place, conflicted about Jake finding his secret admirer, not knowing that it was you who's been sending him letters the past few months. You're not scared of him finding out that the letters were from you; that was the entire reason why you wrote him letters in the first place. You're scared of how he was gonna confront you about it. Would he like you back? Would he hate you? Would he avoid you?

Your mind was full of scenarios but you were suddenly brought back to reality when a hand planted itself on your desk. You look up and saw Jay standing in front of you, eating sushi with his other hand. His face kinda looks like he knows something, and it's freaking you out a bit.

"What?" You asked, suddenly flustered over how his eyes stared right into you. He took the seat in front of your desk and flipped it so it was facing you. He sat down and blurted the phrase that you were dreading to hear from anyone.

"So, you like Jake?"

You suddenly feel like punching him in the face with his sushi.

"What??" Your body felt like, and you were left a nervous mess. Your heart like it was going to pump right out of your chest any minute, and your hands started to sweat.

Jay's mouth formed into a smirk. He caught you. "Jake may be a bit oblivious, but I can totally see right through you."

“Haha...no you don’t,” You tried to deny, but it was all useless when his expression looked unconvinced.

“Oh yeah? Then why are you all red? You look like a bursting tomato.”

“You don’t know that," You leaned further into your seat, playing with the strings of your hoodie.

“C’mon Y/N, you’re not even trying. Just give up and admit it,” Jay was trying to help you confess your feelings for Jake. Frankly, he knew it was you sending him letters this whole time—how can Jake not see it?

With a heavy sigh, you slumped and laid your head on your desk, embarrassed. “Fine. I like him, okay? Are you happy now?”

The smirk on his face grew wider, feeling proud of himself. You are not dealing with his annoying crap this early in the morning. He grinned and munched on his half-eaten sushi. “I knew it.”

“Congratulations,” It was muffled because you hid your red face away from him. All that was on your mind now was how you could book yourself a flight all the way across the world.

“But seriously, since when did you have a crush on him?” You raised your head to face him, giving him a look that could kill, except Jay finds it entertaining rather than intimidating.

“I started having a crush on him when we were in fifth grade. It was at a friend's birthday party, and he saw me being all quiet and lonely. Honestly, I forgot who’s birthday that was.” You told him the very first time you had discovered feelings.

“He saw how sad I looked so he accompanied me the whole time. He was even trying to feel more included in the games and stuff.” You felt a smile ghosting on your lips as you can still vividly remember how you felt your heart tug the first time. “It was kinda like I fell in love at first sight.”

Jay faked a gag, so you lightly punched him in the shoulder. He may be a bit of an asshole, but he’s one the most caring and kind people you’ve ever met. It honestly felt good spilling out your feelings about Jake to him.

Speaking of, Jake was watching you two play around and laugh at Jay's little jokes from outside, and he felt something burning from inside him. Was it that he felt jealous of you and Jay?

No, he can’t be...right?

Maybe it was because of how he felt separated from you and Jay because of him being a separate class.

Yeah, maybe it's because of that.

Dear Jake,

I just had the most bizarre day today, and I felt like telling you about it.

It was chemistry period, and we had to be partnered with someone for a lab project. I ended up getting paired with Yeojin. We kinda created this unexpected friendship, which I love. We would crack jokes at each other, tell funny stories, it was so fun to be with her that we had completely forgotten about our project. So now, we both got a detention slip for making an accidental explosion.

How about you? How was your day? I hope it was just as fun as mine. If you feel like the day just wasn't as happy or you're feeling down, just now that it's okay to feel that way because days like these just lasts for 24 hours. It will be all over before you know it and you'll be greeted by another day. Maybe it will be different, and you would be all happy again just like how my day went. Maybe being with you would be my happiest day yet, and I couldn't wait for that day to come. See you soon :)

Love,

Moon

"Yeojin!" Jake called, seeing her walk down the opposite way. "Hey, mind if I ask you something?"

"Hey Jake," She greeted him with a smile. "Sure, go ahead."

"Could you perhaps give me any information about your partner in Chemistry?" He had hopes of getting any kind of description about his mysterious sender, but he was instead given a sad frown on Yeojin's face.

"Sorry Jake, but that person told me not to tell you about their information." She gave an apologetic smile. "I wish you all the best in finding them!"

Jake muttered a small "okay," and sighed before walking away, feeling defeated.

Yeojin knew that he was gonna ask about Moon the moment he called her from across the hall. She couldn't wait to tell you about this.

"Hey Y/N," A voice said from behind. You turned around to see Jake with his backup hung on his shoulder. He brought his hand up and raked his hair, and you felt your face grow red. Jake is like a gift from the gods. How can someone look so ethereal even if they're just standing there? You could stare at him all day. You couldn't even understand a thing he said until he started waving his hands in front of you.

"Hello?" You blinked multiple times as you were brought back out to reality. You saw Jake's face grow into concern. "Are you okay? spaced out."

"O-oh..No, I'm completely fine." You reassured him, feeling embarrassed. "What were you saying again?"

"I was asking you if you wanted to go to school with me early tomorrow."

Well, shit.

Your eyes started to go wide, and your hands started to go clammy.

"Tomorrow?" You repeated, voice trembling.

'Well, yeah." He pouted his lips, and you felt like melting into a small puddle in your place. Your heart started to pound heavily.

Oh my fucking god, he is so adorable.

"Okay, sure I can go with you tomorrow," You weakly smiled at him, slightly tense.

How we're you going to give him the letter now?

"Good Morning," Jake said as he watches you close the gates of your house. It was past five in the morning, and you were a mess.

"Morning," You replied back before running your fingers through your hair, getting rid of any flyaways.

As you started walking your way to the bus stop, Jake kept on glancing towards you from time to time. He knew you were pretty, but since when did you become really beautiful in his eyes?

The walk was pretty quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. For him, mostly.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop freaking out. You had written a letter the night before, but you don't know how you were going to slip it into his locker without him taking notice. If he saw you, he would know.

"Are you sure you're okay? You've been like this since yesterday," Jake blurted. You looked at him before heaving a sigh.

"It's nothing," You mouthed, suddenly feeling anxious and gloomy.

"Something on your mind?"

"Something like that." It was hopeless. I guess he would have to miss this letter today. It was the first time you skipped a day, and you're feeling guilty that you would have to see Jake's face sadden that he wouldn't receive it today.

As you two stop at the bus stop, Jake looked slightly panicked as he was rummaging through the pockets of his blazer before looking through his bag. "Hey, do you have an extra pen? I left mine at home and I have a quiz today."

You snickered, "Out of all the days, Sim Jake. The same day you have a quiz is the same day you forget your pen."

"Very funny." He scoffed.

As you unzipped your bag to grab your pencil case, a folded piece of paper fell out without you realizing it. When Jake went to pick it up, he notices that it was folded the same way as the letters in his locker. It looked so identical.

Once you already got your pencil case out, you were about to hand it to him when you saw what he was holding that made your body freeze with your hand holding the case in the air.

"Why were one of my letters inside your bag?" He glanced at you, waiting for you to reply.

If you were freaking out before, this is a whole other thing. The thing that you were fearing the most is happening right before you.

"Maybe it fell into my bag yesterday..." You stammered, making up an excuse to look like it was an accident. You were tightly holding onto your pencil case, chanting many curse words in your head as you watch Jake unfold the letter.

"I don't think I've received this one yet," He said before he opened the letter and read it.

You watch as his expression formed into confusion as he reads through the paper. It only took a few moments before something in him clicked that it was you sending him the letters.

"Y/N," He began, and you started quivering in fear.

You should've known this would happen, but you didn't expect it to happen this sooner. In fact, you believed that this wouldn't happen at all. But it did.

"Let me explain," You eventually gave up and accepted fate and watch as your identity as "Moon" be revealed to your crush. You're now exposed so you didn't have any other choice but to explain everything. "Yes, I am Moon. I was the one writing you the letters that you've been getting in your locker."

Jake's face was unreadable. He looked bewildered and puzzled. He was trying to comprehend what was happening right now. All this time, it was you?

"I started crushing on you when we attended that birthday party before. I didn't want to confess my feelings for you because I was scared that you were going to harshly reject me, so I started writing down letters as a way to tell you how I feel about you without making you feel awkward around me." You continued, eyes suddenly taking an interest in your shoes. They were brand new too.

Jake was silent, and you felt your heart crack into pieces. You were mad at yourself for being so careless about it that he ended up finding out about you as his secret admirer. You wanted nothing else but to run back home, lock yourself in your room and cry with your sad playlist on loop.

You were expecting a harsh rejection coming from him, but what surprised was how he took dangerous steps towards you, minimizing the gap between you two. He placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

"I don't plan on rejecting you Y/N," You stare into his eyes as it reflects the sunlight of the early morning. "I'm actually happy that it was you."

You look at him, puzzled. He lowly chuckles under his breath before leaning over to place his lips against yours. It was a light, quick kiss, but it brought you feeling ecstatic. You've dreamed of this moment before, and now that it happened, you thanked your clumsiness.

As he pulled away, you were sure your face was a red mess.

"Thank you," His smile was as bright as the stars in the sky. It was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen. "Thank you for making me like I'm special to someone."

You felt flustered over his words. You were scared that he could hear the sound of your heart pounding loudly. The butterflies in your stomach were going wild, and you felt like this was all a dream.

"So, what am I to you now?" You broke into a smile as he grabs your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

Jake acted as if he was thinking, "Hm..maybe my best friend still?"

He bursts into a fit of giggles as he sees your smile slowly disappear, replacing it with a look of disbelief. You removed your hand from his and walked at a faster pace away from him.

He ran to match your pace beside you before holding your hand again, "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again. Is my girl mad at me?"

"Oh my god, it's only five-fifty, Jake." You too broke into laughter over his cheesiness, but your heart fluttered over the thought of Jake calling you his.

HERE’S A LITTLE BONUS! since I've made you guys wait for 4 months :(

"What the fuck?" Was the first thing You heard from Jay as you and Jake entered the classroom. All of your classmates were staring at your and his hands intertwined together.

Jay stood in front of you two, crossing his arms together. "Can one of you explain when this happened?" he motioned towards your linking hands. You and Jake smiled at each other before walking away, leaving Jay in a fit of joy, and confusion.

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duckugou · 3 years

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roommate ch 1

Denki x female reader

cw: none honestly

lil cliche, aged up

hey heres chapter 2

roommate masterlist

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(Denki POV)

"I cant believe youre moving out, Sero." I sighed.

"It's not for another month or so, Denki. And you should be happy- I'm moving in with my girlfriend- someone besides you actually wants to spend 24 hours a day with me! Share a space with me! Deal with my-" Sero began on his tangent.

"I AM HAPPY FOR YOU HANTA! I'm very happy for you both, youre adorable together. My issue is me not having a roommate. I cant afford rent alone." I put my head in my hands, thinking about what to do.

"Put an ad on craigslist," Sero shrugged.

"You cannot be serious!" my head flicked up towards him. "So a psycho killer can find my post and come-"

"You're stupid. Aren't you in training to be a HERO? Anyway- you would meet in person first, there are safe ways to find a roommate- I mean what other option do you have?" Sero said, matter-of-factly.

"Jesus Christ I hate it when youre right," I sighed, getting my laptop out. If I'm gonna find a decent roommate in a months time, I guess I should get started.

(Y/n POV)

"I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO KENDRA!" I yelled to my best friend across the kitchen.

"ONE- STOP YELLING. TWO- why didn't you look for a backup place before hand?!" She asked, tossing a grape at my head.

"I thought I'd be okay," I responded, exasperated.

I'm moving to Japan from the US in a month. I have a job set up out there and I even went to visit my new apartment- or what I thought would be my apartment. The renter just called me and said he found someone that could move in sooner and now I'm fucked out of a place to live.

"Well you better get looking for a new place!"

"How the fuck am I going to find someplace cheap enough in that town IN A MONTH?" I yelled again.

"STOP YELLING MORON. Get on craigslist-" Kendra started.

"Ok no-" I started firmly.

"Get a roommate that way. You can find someone. Trust me. I gotta go, you better start looking for someone. Keep me in the loop!" Kendra said, grabbing her bag and leaving.

She took the rest of my grapes. I looked down at the floor to the grape she threw at my head a few minutes ago. Picking it up and walking to the trashcan, I thought about craigslist.

I guess looking wont hurt.

-time skip to a couple days later-

"Okay how about this one?" Kendra pointed to the screen.

After 2 days of looking, we had no luck. Everyone was creepy or asking too much money. I'm screwed.

"'In desperate need of a roommate by end of the month. ¥32859.00 rent, all included. Short notice, I know but I promise I'm nice. Message me for more details' Y/n that sounds PERFECT!" Kendra said excitedly.

"Theres no way that's real though. Ill message them." I sighed, ready to give up.

I scrolled to the contact information and sent a text to this "Denki" guy and waited.

Didn't have to wait long, he responded 2 minutes later.

Denki: Hi thanks for texting me! I really need a roommate, mine is moving in with his girlfriend and I literally cant afford rent here on my own. You're coming from the US, so we cant meet up, but we can facetime? Whatever youre comfortable with!

Me: Yeah we can facetime! wont lie, I'm nervous to move over there without meeting my future roommate in person but this is what I get for not having a back up plan lmao

Denki: yeah renters suck, but whenever you want to call, go for it. ive got nothing to do today

"Well! Call him! No time to waste!" Kendra urged me on.

(Denki POV)

"HANTAAAAA!" I screamed across the apartment.

"WHAT?"

"I FOUND SOMEONE WHOS INTERESTED IN THE APARTMENT AND SHE DOESNT SOUND LIKE SHE WANTS TO KILL ME OR STEAL MY STUFF!"

"FACETIME HER THEN!"

"OKAY!"

I wish he would come out and talk but yelling works. OH shes calling-

I answer the call and get caught on my words a little. She's gorgeous.

"H-hey uh hey hi Denki here hey-" fuck man say hi again maybe she didn't catch it. A laugh rings through my ears.

"Y/n on this end. How are you?" She smiles.

"I'm good, how are you?"

"Good! So what kind of stuff ya wanna know?" She asked in her American, slightly southern, accent.

"Ah just like, are you a clean person, do you go out a lot, that kind of stuff."

"Oh! I'm pretty tidy when it comes to common areas- I let my room get pretty messy sometimes but who doesn't?" she giggles.

"Good point," I laugh along.

"I don't really go out much, my job over there will have me busy from 8-5 every day so I cant imagine I'd have much energy to want to cause a ruckus either," she explained, still smiling.

How does she look so cute when shes rambling?

"I work during the day myself, still in training to be a pro hero, but might have friends over a lot- would that be an issue?" I ask cautiously.

"No not at all! Might even be nice to have people around- I'm awful at making friends."

"I cant imagine that's true! You have a great personality from what I've seen," I say without thinking.

"O-oh, thank you," she blushes.

That was the start of an amazing friendship.

After talking more, we decided we were perfect to be roommates. I couldn't believe Sero was right.

#denki x y/n #denki fanfic #denki x reader #mha imagine #mha fanfic #mha fluff #denki is just so cute idc #sero x mina if you squint #denki fic #kaminari x y/n

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hitozy · 3 years

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have you ever ‹ masterlist › denouement

tw! manipulation, mentioned underage sex, dubious consent, cheating. i also want to point out that reader is around 2-3 years younger than Iwaizumi, while Jae and Iwa are the same age. ps. this is a long chp :)

𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞

Iwaizumi has no idea of what has possessed him tonight. He doesn't know why he's walking around the city in the middle of the night a day before he should be on his way home.

He doesn't know why after the celebration he didn't follow his teammates. He doesn't know why he has barely answered your texts since after the game.

He also doesn't know why he agreed to go and see Jae, to hear her out.

He's been doing fine so far, seven months Jae clean and while the first three were bumpy; your company had made it easier to deal with. Your cheerfulness, your happiness, the adventures you've both have been planning have taken his mind off the broken heart he was nursing.

She continued to contact him, even when he begged her not to and blocking her phone was no use, she just got a new one and tried again and again. His resolve was diluted and he knew it would be a matter of time before he fell into his old habits.

lil jae: congrats on the win haji! let me invite you to a drink, im in town.

Iwaizumi recalls an old memory from back in high school, a few weeks before moving to California, you were sitting on his bed helping him organize his suitcase with 'essentials'. His clothes all over the place but as always, you showed enthusiasm at helping him out.

He remembers you giggling and calling him a dork while folding his Godzilla themed underwear and placing it inside his suitcase. He remembers the way you hummed some songs that you had just placed on your shared playlist because 'it's kinda your style' and it kinda is. He even remembers what you were wearing, a pair of black running shorts and a blue tank top. When you reached over the edge of his bed for his fallen socks, your cleavage was visible to his eyes, 'If a man ever peers down his shirt', he thought, 'I'll kill him without hesitating.'

But what he remembers the most is you pulling out an old shoe box from under said bed, a shoe box that held his most treasured things. Pictures from his childhood that matched the ones on your bedroom wall, doddles from your hand, your favorite flowers pressed inside a copy of your favorite book, short stories and poems, snippets of stories never finished from you. He'll never forget your teary eyes and happy smile when he took the box from you, emptying the contents carefully inside his backpack. The hug you gave him afterward still sets his heart on fire, nothing has ever been more lovely than you and your happy smile.

He also remembers Jae coming into his room right during your hug, wearing an empty smile on her face, her eyes red and raging. He's only ever seen her this mad whenever he's with you and he still doesn't get it.

She stay's to "help" when in reality all she does is glare at yn the whole time. It helps that you don't even mind the glares or the bad mood, joking that 'Jae's grumpy because we couldn't go to the movies today'.

It was late afternoon when you left, Iwaizumi had given you a bag filled with some of his stuff - things he knew you loved and adored, things he couldn't take. He watched you get inside your parents car and wave him goodbye, even though you both knew he'd be coming through your window in a few hours for movie night.

He remembers when he came back inside to find Jae naked on his bed. How angry she was and how she took it out on sex, the tension so palpable he could taste it. Once it was over, she walked towards his backpack and pulled out all of YN's things and that's when it clicked. She was mad because he was taking stuff about YN and not her, she made it clear when Jae told him, 'What the fuck is this.'

He remembers that hours later, he finds himself in your room squeaky clean and wearing nothing but his sweatpants and socks, his back against your front with his head against your breasts. He hadn't told you that Jae broke up with him, but he knew you had figured out he was sad because your arms cradled him since he got situated there and had not moved since.

How Jae said she wouldn't move with him in the end. How she had decided to stay in Japan and have him go to California all alone in the end, just because she wanted him to. How he begged her to come, to stay with him, to not leave him and how he watched her get dressed to go home. How she winked at him as she left with a, "Call me once you're in Cali."

How she only wants to go out when she knows he has plans with you. How she only cares about him when you're around or how messed up and used he feels ever since she took his virginity during your 14th birthday party.

He feels disgusting sometimes after sex with Jae, disgusted with himself on how wrong it is but how much he loves her still.

He didn't have to say any of that to you, the kiss on the forehead you just gave him eased it all away anyway.

He remembers all of this while he's kissing Jae in her hotel room, her dress and underwear discarded somewhere in the room, his cock buried deep inside of her like a starved man, Her nails racking down his chest from his unbuttoned shirt as she moaned at the feeling.

When Jae separates herself from him with half lidded eyes, she smirks, "I bet my little cousin can't even kiss right, the little virgin." She kisses the column of his neck, grazing her teeth against the skin, getting ready to mark him as hers and even though he doesn't agree with her, he stays quiet.

A memory burst through his mind as he pounds into Jae. The way your sighed his name when he settled himself inside of you, the way your nails scratched his back when he hit your G-spot, the way you moaned when his thumb circled your clit; your gummy, tight walls griped him as you came, with his name on your lips. Your soft, pillow lips that have only been his, only kissed him.

"Be safe out there, Hajime! I'll be waiting for you!" She smiled as she kissed him goodbye by the front door.

He turned to deepen the kiss, pulling her closer to him like a starved man, "Don't worry, I'm not gonna runaway, mochi."

As he walked down the steps of his house, he heard her say "I miss you already."

It's then that Iwaizumi snaps out of it.

He pushes her off of him and steps back until his back is against the wall, feeling disgusted with himself in a way he hasn't since they broke up.

"I can't do this, I won't do this, I-" he pushes himself off the wall, tucking himself in and picking up his stuff, "Never again, Jae."

Jae watches him leave, a sinister smile spreading across her face. Her gaze steady as his figure disappears into the night, "If you think you can just up and go, Haji, you are very mistaken."

She walks to where she hid her phone and chuckles as she presses send, "Lets see what my little cousin has to say, hmm?"

Iwaizumi was worried, it wasn't normal for you to not answer his calls or texts. He was on the road back home with the team, their ruckus would usually give him a headache, but right now? Right now he can't focus on anything except the little 'unread' mark at the bottom of his last text to you.

my one: mochi? r u ok? im on my way back home

He didn't expect to come back home and find you in the living room in silence. Your eyes rimmed red and puffy from crying, you didn't have to say anything for him to know what had happened.

Jae told you.

He wish he could be surprised, but Jae had been nothing but a devil all this time and he can't believe he never saw it until now. Until he married you, an angel.

"Mochi, I'm sorry. I'm very very sorry, please talk to me." He knelt at your feet, his hands on your knees trying to get you to look at him. His guilt crashing down brick by brick, he should have never gone out to see her.

"I know this means nothing to you, mochi. But I'll never see her again, only when its a family reunion or you're with me."

Silence.

"There is no excuse, but yn, please, look at me, let me explain."

She pushes him off a bit, without much force as if her sadness took away all her strength and his heart clenched. How could he do this to his best friend? Lie and lie, again and again and again.

YN-”

“No, STOP! You- you got your say, now it’s my turn.” She's shaking and her breaths are short. She's starting to have a panic attack.

I get up and advance towards her slowly, “YN you need to calm down. Here,” I place my hand on her back, “let me-”

She pushes me off, her back towards me, “Please, don’t touch me. Please, please, please.” She's sobbing and its hurts so so much.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

“Remember your breathing exercises, mochi. In and out. In…”

Eventually her breathing normalizes but she still won't look at me and it takes all of my strength to not touch her.

“All I ever wanted was for you to love me, Hajime.”

Whoever said words can never hurt someone, has never been in my place. She just stabbed me without a knife and its more painful than I ever imagined.

“I wanted you to love me, to see me as your wife, as a woman but you didn’t. You don’t and I- it hurts so much.”

“But, mochi, you said you would marry me so we didn’t end up with strangers.”

“I know.”

“Then why-”

“I lied. I’ve loved you since the moment you came into my life. I’ve loved you for years, even before Jae came into the picture. I’ve loved you so so so much, I love you so much.”

“… you know about Jae? Since when?!” I made the mistake of reaching out for her, she pushed me back and said nothing. The dread of her knowing, of her finding out before today makes me sick.

“If you knew then why did you marry me!? Did you think I would change? That my feelings would change? You know I’m not like that.”

“I do know. I- thought that maybe-, but then it was clear that nothing would change but, I made a promise to you and I said it in our vows.”

“YN-”

“I know the mistake is mine. I know what all the blame is mine to take, I know it and I accept it. I’m sorry, Hajime, that’s me that you have to stay with.”

She finally turns to look at me, but I wish she hadn't. The tears are flowing steadily down her cheeks to her neck. I did this to her, I hurt her again and again, without thinking. No, without watching. Because if I had paid attention to her like Jae did, I might have seen it sooner.

“We could get a divorce, you know. That way you can stop getting hurt. Stop your heart from breaking. You don’t deserve this.”

“It’s okay. I- I give you permission to do it, to break my heart forever.”

“…What?”

She takes my hand, and in-between the tears she smiles at me as if her heart wasn't breaking in two. As if I didn't shatter her dreams for a few sloppy seconds, “It’s okay, I know what I signed up for, I knew it from the beginning. I guess I just didn’t want to accept it. So go ahead, break my heart, break it into a million pieces! I give you permission, Iwaizumi Hajime, please just - don’t leave me.”

I can't say anything, what am I supposed to say? My sweet, sweet girl is hurt and damaged and all she wants is for me to stay. I feel disgusted in a way I never did with Jae, because instead of being used, I am using her.

I bring her into my arms, and say the only words that have actual meaning between us, "I love you, mochi."

"I- I'll do better, I promise. Please YN," He gripped her shoulders tightly, "Please forgive me, I'll do whatever just, I'm so sorry, baby."

He can feel the tears spilling onto his shirt, a scorching pain expanding through his chest at the consequences of his actions. He hurt the one person who didn't deserve it, who he promised to keep safe and happy.

"Hajime, please take a bath, I wanna sleep without the smell of Jae."

His heart dropped at her words, he forgot that he had just upped and left from Jae's, only changing his clothes for comfort. His skin still smelled like her. As he separated from her, he kissed her forehead, "Join me?"

He laid on the bed with her hours later, her head on his chest where he could see her puffy eyes. She had washed him thoroughly to the point were he thought she had scrubbed him raw, and he couldn't blame her - he wanted to do the same since the beginning.

He pulled her closer, practically on top of him and felt her heartbeat against his own. He had done something terrible and he needed to fix it, fix this. So he needed to take the first step.

to lil jae: for someone who says they love me, u sure like to make me miserable. i don't know why u hate yn so much and tbh i don't care anymore. i don't want to see u or talk to u ever again. if u contact me, i'm gonna get a restraining order, jae. i can't do this anymore.

to lil jae: goodbye jae.

do you wish to block this number?

yes.

Remorse is memory awake, Her companies astir,— A presence of departed acts At window and at door.

Its past set down before the soul, And lighted with a match, Perusal to facilitate Of its condensed despatch.

Remorse is cureless,—the disease Not even God can heal; For ’t is His institution,— The complement of hell.

Remorse is memory awake - Emily Dickinson

taglist ! @daphnxy @zukoslosthishonor @i-am-a-hoe-for-shinya @mrsdoradominguez-barnes @anejuuuuoy

a/n! *hands you all this and runs* i'll see you soon for chp11~

but in all seriousness, i wrote this chapter with my heart on my sleeve. love is truly the strongest curse and for it to be unrequired? imagine it.

now, i'm off to write the next part! and i am sorry :) ♥

#owwaw💔#owwaw #iwaizumi fic #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime fic #iwaizumi smut #because of the short sex scenes

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