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florasvenus · 4 months

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My Sweet Little Demon

Pairing : So’Lek x Na’vi (Avatar) Female!Reader

Warnings : Smut, Sexual/ Explicit Contents, Slight Fluff, Posessive attitude, So’lek and reader in Love, p in v Slight agressive behaviour, swearing and that should be it.

A/ N : Hello Everyone! I hope you’ll like this story. I originally come from AO3. Mostly surfing on there, but I decided to take a look here and found the vibe pretty nice. I decided to write this So’lek fic because I obviously got obsessed with him and I guess not having the game contributed to it even more for some reason? Plus I am very obsessed with Neteyam too as I just watched the movie again, so it all restarted lol. I hope I'll be forming a nice community here. For now this will be it. Smooch 💕💙

Index : Tawtute = Human/ SkyPerson | Nga yawne lu oer = I love you

Nga yawne lu oer...

Nga yawne lu oer~

You pronounce together, looking profoundly in eachothers irises. Each of them a pure yellow color. Dark pupils dancing in the golden sky. So’lek kisses with lust the slight swell of your stomach, slowling traiking up to suck on one of your hardened nipples. He quits it with a small pop, the humid glaze of left on it making them more enticing than they already were. He sits up on his heels, after your long make out session. As he leans back, his erected cock bobs and twitches in anticipation. Without any shame you glide the flat of your hand over his torso, down his abs until you grab his throbbing dick showing a delightful bead of pre-cum. You slowly caress him and he lets his head fall back, locks danfling down, waving down at his round ass contracting in need. With a swallow he recovers and adjust himself, ready to enter your beautiful flower.

So’lek pierces the breach of your dripping entrance with a low growl. Gritting his teeth to the point of grinding, he lets out a jerky breath at the sight of his pretty tawtute spread out for him beneath his thick, masculine frame. He tightens his grip around your thighs, whitening his knuckles even more, and spreads your legs with surprising grace, considering everything about him radiates strength, endurance and certainly not softness. He looks at you with hooded eyes and a snarl is blown to your nose, contrasting the care he's been laying on you since you both started to make out in the lushious Pandoran greens.

You’d been such a brat. Such a fucking bitch, with your human lips, pouring endless words of nonsense. Such a tawtute manner, he thinks bitterly, though he couldn’t contain how much he loved this about you. And this was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Your vivid mind never ceased to impress himself, as he always believed humans had a weak and poor thinking brain. But this was not true for you. You were able of so much introspection and impressive deductions that you couldn't stop yourself from talking during the whole day, yet with wisdom. You had this way of speaking every thought. As beautiful as it was, it could seriously piss him off after a long day amongst the clan warriors. And today was one of these, were the strenght of his nerves weren't enough to mirror your sense of verbal connection, but just enough to pound the attitude out of you.

Sky Demon oh so delicate and gracious, that it was able to break the stiff wall of his long lasting beliefs. Sky Demon, oh so pure hearted, made him fucking feel what love was and felt the ground crumble under his feet since the day he met you. Sky Demon, oh so sincere and kind, able to knock the most harsh feelings he always felt towards any of your kind out of his lungs. And Sky Demon, so unbelievably true to herself, made him drool at the curious idea of how such a being could ressemble to one of his kind. You truly were the person proving him wrong on the fact that it wasn't your source, your race nor your home that should make you an enemy. But it was the hearts of those rejecting Eywas truth that had to be feared and chased.

As you were learning him to see the world through a different way and less darkened eyes without changing his aspects. He himself, showed you how much you deserved to be loved, even how far down you fell and how unalive you used to feel. Originally from earth, you arrived on Pandora by the mission to seek out new ways of life. Finding a way to save humanity without any harm. You then were attributed to your own avatar. Everything was fine until, the higher people, controlling the plan, lost their mind and you decided to flee into the forest and then you met So’lek. Luckily you had found a way to transfer your soul for good in your blue grand form and said goodbye to your human form without any regret, as you never felt any glimmer living this life of human roots. This amplified by the days you had the chance to live amongst them, as the tsahik saw something true and pure in your soul.

Back on earth, the world is destroyed and getting the chance to leave for Pandora, was like the four petal clove found in the endless pain field. A gift from the universe you never awaited and in distress needed. You smile everyday at this chaotic story and at how it somehow worked and shaped into the most beautiful story to share, with quite the amusing anecdotes. Like you loved to and it was utmost crazy to see that maybe yes. The universe always had a plan for you, by the way such uncompatible puzzle pieces still locked into place together. Or by the way two completely different souls managed to pull together easely. In the end, the only language is still love. And it will be the hymn of the universe forever.

His warm calloused and soothing palms craddle the little fat of your legs, calming your racing heart as he tries to penetrate deeper and deeper into your intimate warmth. Your labias spread evenly as his dick slides in you with difficulty. You two weren't having intercourses for long so it was only normal as you in addition were very tight to begin with. You're so damn tight, he thinks. But he regrets his thoughts, feeling how good your walls kiss the skin of his member. So tight, that he could even feel the rythmic beat of his heart down there. Deep pulse gaining speed with each second passed and as the most carnal needs grow. He sighs erotically, stopping his way inside for a second and taking his time admiring you. Everything in you radiates light and Love and he now couldn't even dare to imagine living without you. When he first met you, he had this irrepressible urge to cut of off your devil hands. Five fingers, the art of destruction, but today as knowing who you were inside, he only wants them to be feeled on evey inch of his skin.

Reaching down to hold one of your hands up, he put your small finger into his hot mouth, sucking on it hard while humming unintelligible sounds. Praising this part of you today was something important. Maybe was it out of guilt, but it wasn't something to ignore at how it just fueled desire powerfully by just a small actions as simple as this. The way it delivered trust and love around the air, was a drunk dizzying feeling. But you both loved to feel succumbed under such circumstances.

You look up in awe, squirming at his bold chest glistening with sweat and at the way his pecs contract with each fast inhale. As you move you can feel the resistance in your core, jolting at the way it sends electricity to your heart and you mewl at the way his warm tongue swirls around your slender petite finger. The rough surface of his tongue momentarely stops as you clench down on him, only to fully decontract yourself and finally letting his way easely in. Exactly how he planned to. You were so putty under his touch and he loved this. Loved to feel so masculine and viril in such a tender and yet feminine moment.

You moan, body wriggling at the size of his member resuming his ascencion down your belly, slowly forming a bulge without struggle. Given his posture, it's never been strange that he'd come away with such a large, long size and length. But as always, theory surpasses reality. And right now, it's the practitioner who's got the upper hand. An expert in the art, So’lek revels in your face as it contracts in innocent pleasure, and despite your pain, the oh so delectable stretch of his greatness evokes a sensation of intense well-being.

His voice breaks the silence only punctuated by heavy breaths. Pronounced accent and long vocal chords, and so on low growl, expressing their intention.

Look at you.... My beautiful Tawtute~ So ready and wet for me... He breathes in emotion with a smile while whispering just below your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sweet spot, before lapping at it like a starving man. You shiver, cold spikes travelling down your spine in an addicting way. Mouth long release of its favorite finger, he still caresses it with his own and pins it down just over your head, vanishing into the dark chocolate hair of yours splayed into the humid ground into a captivating canvas.

He enters slowly, letting your body adjust bit by bit. The vein of his dick slides through the membrane of your throbbing hole until it is stopped by the bump of your cervix. You moan in unison, ragged breaths escaping your luscious lips, coated with a thin film of saliva. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your mouth falling open as he maintains a steady rhythm. So'lek slides out of you, then gently in, testing the waters again and again. But as soon as your walls get wetter and the desired slick accumulates at the base of his stiffness, he begins a merciless rhythm that frees never heard harsh sounds from your mouth, vibrating on your tongue rarely, with each thrusts.

He lifts your hips, embracing the bulge of your bottom, and the new angle forces a long, desperate whimper out of him. The whole scene would have been obscene, between the dry tumults of his pubic bone slapping the soft down of your pussy and the grumbles escaping So’leks throat, it’s more than a mystery. Only you can bring him to do that. Be so free of his emotional restrains and that's what makes this moment so profound. And this is exactly what makes him angry too. Fortunately, you're hidden in a rocky alcove near a river that blocks out any auditory vibrations. And the headwaters of the waterfall muffle the voluminous muses of your companion, lost in an almost animal trance.

Your arms are now limp, framing your lulling face, enamoured with an expression of aggressively delicious pleasure. Your cheeks blaze with a new colour, a bright red, growing in intensity as the knot in the pit of your stomach becomes more and more oh so fucking good tensed. Noxiously more.

So’lek rises to his knees, lifting his bottom up, this new position much more within reach of an intoxicating act. Sinking deeper into the sweet warmth that has become a necessity at this stage of your shared passions, you can feel your body bounce with each stroke. Only your bobbing shoulder blades are connected to the sacred humid soil. Only witness next to the curious lifting leaves.

This goes on for minutes until the familiar sensation of orgasm approaches. Your face contorts in shock, letting out a melodious gasp as it arrives, and in a desperate gesture you reach out your arms, searching in vain for something to cling on, your eyes closed. Your upper limbs fall back onto the sumptuous floral carpet with a flat thud, convulsing with pleasure as the overstimulated nerves finally relax with a well-placed dip. Your first orgasm is like a firework exploding on your erect bud. Your second cuts you off from all air, arriving like an uncontrolled tsunami, and the last. Oh, the last one. You see it coming, but as it shoots its first gusts into the centre, it develops into a veritable firestorm. Burns your being up to the depths of your core, embrace you to the tips of your toes.

You see white as the last exhilarating breeze fades and you whine at the overstimulation. So’lek is still chasing his climax, frustrating shouts echoing off the stone walls that clatter in the suffocating atmosphere. All his muscles tense, his cock throbs and his balls contract unbelievably close to his crotch. He gives it all until the pulsation of his member points its knowing pump and in one last stroke he glues your two pelvises flush together and empties his seed directly into your womb, staying there.

You both semi-giggle in a transe, lost in your sensations. You feel his warm seed fill you to the brim, finally able to take a complete breath, whilst he lets his head fall down, groaning at the amazing way to claim you, that his to fuck you dumb until his cum paints your leaking walls.

Missions accomplished. You are exhausted, eyes fluttering in a way to try and keep them open. Long lashes shadowing the little of sight you are able to get. Wanting to watch the beauty of this man after he'd use you and worshipped you whole. Soul to Mind, to Body, to Spirit, to every inch of Life living inside of you. This always leads him in a charming sweet way to be and there is no way you'd miss it. To bad, turns out he fucked you too good. Now you can't even open your eyes the way you should...

You awake the second he pulls out though and exhale an annnoyed complain. He chuckles as he heavily lays down next to you, wrapping his big arms around your sweating body, trailing them along your curves and enjoying the after care time. So’lek loves to relish in the smell and sensitive skin of yours. Damp and buttery from the effort, your scent is stronger making the world around him satisfyingly disappear even more.

You sigh, happy to have him near you for once. It isn't often you get the time to succumb to your wants and it feels good when you can. You nuzzle your cheek against his, shiny orbs waiting for his owns to connect with. And when they do, your heart swells with love. So’lek can be seemed as a brute and careless man for the simple by walkers, as he is very dominant looking. But in truth he's the teddiest of all Teddy Bears. He smiles, showing off his sharp fangs, and cups your jaw with attention.

He prepars to lean in and kiss you, but the movement of your lips stop him. Look at you... My beautiful Na’vi~ You reflect his previous words with playfulness, ears flicking and fluttering. So ready and wet for me... You joke by reusing his words, looking down at his blue and oh so tempting lips. With a groan, he looks up unimpressed. You just can't stop youself and talk nonsense, do you, he thinks. He smiles at the thought, though he would never admit, that it is you, with you never ending blabber, that got him out of solitude.

You let him lean in and as he devours your mouth again, holding your neck, he lingers there until both of you are out of air for a second time.

Now. If you want to be this bratty again... He pauses and grins. What if I show the consequences of it? Again~

You cup his growing naked bulge and smirk. He gasps, amazed at how you caught his words and the implying behind them so rapidly.

Oh... I would love to. My beloved Teddy Bear~

©️ FlorasVenus

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Bloodlust. | w. maximoff

summary: in which getting lost at night turns you into prey for a vampire who turns you into her prized possession.

warnings: vampire!wanda, top!wanda, dark!wanda, blood, stalking, vampire things yknow what i mean, intense smut with a cumstrap, dubcon, my twilight obsession never ended, team edward, is it bad i would let vampire wanda drain me, she could eat me in any way she likes, this one’s for my spooky graphic bitches, no seriously this isn’t for the weak of heart

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact. this is an intense dark!fic containing graphic mentions of blood and dubcon. please do not read this if these themes are triggering for you. you have been warned.

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The city was cold and wet. Rain beat down from the sky and pattered into puddles on the sidewalk that you splashed through with no remorse. Your arms hugged your raincoat tight around your body as the bleak streetlights reflected the moisture on your hood that hardly protected you from the rain. You just wanted to get home.

You were new in this city that was so large and intricate it seemed to swallow you whole in its belly of cloud-peaked buildings and traffic lights and street signs. You'd only been there long enough to have just found a job, and you still depended on your phone to navigate you back to your apartment after your shift ended late into the night. In this city that was known to never sleep, the streets were empty that night.

After a few minutes of trying to use your phone in the rain, you gave up and stuffed it back into your pocket, resorting to what you could remember of the street signs. As you came to an intersection, you looked to your left and to your right. While the right seemed familiar, the left seemed to call your name. Which way were you supposed to go? You vaguely remembered having to cross the street and go past that building, but at night and in the rain, all these buildings looked the same. You decided to just turn left.

As you walked down the sidewalk that was even quieter, you noticed that there were less businesses and less streetlights. This couldn't be right. You were getting too far away from the center of town, and you certainly remembered your walk home always being a well-lit one, not a dark and sketchy one.

"Fuck," you whispered, stopping to turn and look back where you had turned. You couldn't even see the intersection anymore. How far had you walked?

You could barely hear your own thoughts from the sound of the rain hitting the coarse fabric of your raincoat's hood, so you stopped and leaned up against a building which had a little overhead as shelter from the rain, pulling your hood down and cursing yourself for not carrying an umbrella with you.

The white light of your phone illuminated your face as you pulled up your maps. You tried to zoom in on where you were, but you were met with a loading signal and a blank map. Why was your signal so bad? Sure, you were out of the center of town, but surely this area still had service.

As you tapped the damp phone screen with your thumb, noticing that your phone felt unusually hot in your hand, a red glitch flashed across the screen and pixelated.

"No, no, no," you whispered, tapping the screen harder.

You prayed that all the rain hadn't messed up your phone. You knew you couldn't afford to buy another one right now. Suddenly, the screen turned a solid dark red color, decorated with a few black glitches going diagonally across it and stretching out like cracks.

"What the fuck!" you exclaimed, trying to turn the phone off completely so that maybe it would restart, but the button wouldn't even work. The screen was stuck on an unsettling red with those ebony streaks.

Groaning, you put the phone back into your pocket. Maybe some rice would fix it later, but for now you needed to get home. You took a moment to look around the empty street where only a few cars were parked and a few streetlights cast an unnatural green hue on the street. One of them was flickering and buzzing loudly, and you noticed it start to flash red. Your eyes focused on the red light that gleamed on your face, brows sewing together in confusion. Was it protocol for streetlights to flash red when they needed maintenance?

As you looked across the way, you noticed that the light was situated right beside an alleyway between two buildings, a narrow one littered with trash on the ground. A strange fog was settled in the alley there, rising up from the ground in smoky swirls illuminated by the slow flash of red light. In that moment, you saw nothing there but smoke. The light flashed off, and you only saw darkness, and when the red light returned, a dark figure was suddenly standing there in the smoke. A gasp painfully resided in your chest, and when the light flashed off again, you saw glowing scarlet eyes in the dark.

Something heavy dropped in your stomach and weakened your legs. The heart in your chest beat against your ribcage and begged you to flee, but you felt frozen in place. When the red light flashed on again, there was nothing there.

It didn't soothe you—because now you felt an uncanny feeling bustling in the pit of your stomach and rising up your throat, and you felt a cold breath on the back of your neck where every single miniscule hair stood up on its end. In a fleeting whisper like the wind, a thick, feminine voice presented itself right behind your ear:

"Run."

You did. A scream strangled by the plight of your lungs for air resounded in your throat as you sprinted wildly down the street, blinded by the rain that filled your eyes and beat against your face. Your hair was already soaked and your phone fell out of your pocket in your mad dash from whatever had whispered into your ear, but you had no time to pull your hood up or grab your phone from the ground. You heard no footsteps, but you could feel them right behind you. You could still even feel the breath on your neck.

"Help!" you tried to scream, but as soon as the word left your mouth and filtered through the rain-patterned air, something brushed beside you with such brute force and speed that you fell forward onto the ground, landing in a large puddle that splashed water all on your face.

As the pain in your knees and elbows throbbed, a sharper pain took precedent in your hand. Raising your shaky arm, you saw a bite mark ripped across the flesh on the side of your hand, blood already filling the indentions of teeth too sharp to be human on your skin. You whimpered from the throbbing pain that made your hand feel like it was swelling, and the blood was already trickling down your arm and dripping onto the puddle beneath you. Crimson invaded the clear water and followed the stream that drained into the sewer.

The adrenaline in your veins urged you to scramble to your feet, but that fear in your blood was just what she liked. It made you sweeter, delicious on her tongue. And what she had tasted of you inebriated her like an animal, so that before you could even take a fleeing step forward, her arms wrapped around you like heavy chains and squeezed you against her.

A cold hand latched around your throat as you were pressed against a body behind you, and it felt like a statue had caught you and was suffocating you around stone. You grabbed at the hand that did not budge until a thumb nudged against your jaw to move it to the side, and then you felt teeth sinking into your neck.

At first, there was a bright whiteness behind your eyes that stole your vision from you. You were frozen, like the statue had morphed you into its own fabric of stone, and the only thing that assured you that you were still alive was a loud ringing in your ears and the pain flooding the entire side of your neck and face.

Before you knew it, you fell to your knees and she went down with you, guiding you to the ground as your limbs grew numb. Your hand clutching hers fell away, and your eyes rolled to the inside of your skull as that bright whiteness in your eyes faded to black.

Whatever the creature had done to your neck had brought an ache throughout your entire body. When you woke, you stirred and felt the soreness in your muscles as your eyes gently fluttered open. You were met with what seemed like total darkness at first until you could make out the dimly lit room you were in. It was a bedroom, one decorated with gold-framed paintings on the walls and lit candelabras reflecting orange on the otherwise bare walls. You could see a ladderback chair sitting in the corner, and in the other corner was a woman standing beside an old-looking folding screen.

You sat upright in the bed upon seeing her, but a pounding rhythm rushed into your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the dizziness.

"Careful there, detka," said that thick, feminine voice. "You'll get whiplash." Her words drawled in an accent you couldn't place, and when you opened your eyes again, you could see her more clearly. She was a striking woman with an otherworldly beauty. Dark lips sat against a pale, structured face, curtained with wavy red locks and buttoned by two smarting eyes that calculated you. Through the jade there gleamed a beastly crimson. She was not human.

"Who are you?" you boldly questioned, but your voice sounded far away from you.

A smirk tugged her lips like a marionette. "Your nightmare," Wanda lilted, and you couldn't but wonder if her accent was a faded Russian. She took a step forward, and you noticed her knee-high boots and the dark red corset on her chest, and the matching cape that drifted behind her ankles. She walked towards the folding screen with heavy footsteps until you could only see her shadow moving behind it. "Your predator," she continued, and you could feel your heart in your throat now, and it seemed like the wound on your neck throbbed harder the closer she got.

The red glow of her eyes passed through the screen, and she came out on the other side of it. "Why are you doing this?" you whimpered, feeling a cold breeze on your skin and realizing you were naked.

"Why do girls like you walk home alone at night?" she asked with a tilt of her head as she curved her path towards you. "Just as ignorance is in your nature, thirst is in mine."

You glanced down to the scabbed bite mark on your hand and then brought it to the one on your neck. She had bitten you? She attacked you there on the street and taken you to wherever this place was. By the look in her eyes, you didn't think you would ever leave that room alive.

"Smart thinking there, detka," Wanda spoke, and your eyes widened. Had she read your mind? "But don't worry too much about that. You are right—you will never leave this room. But I do intend to keep you alive… for a while." She came closer to the bed and leaned down towards you, causing you to shrink under her shadow. She smiled at your gesture of fear and brought a hand towards your face which you rebuked with a flinch. The cold skin of her knuckle caressed your cheek, and the warmth there reminded her of the living blood beneath it. "If you were anyone else, you would have been dead moments after I found you." She grinned, showing you the sharp fangs in her pearly smile. "But you're just too sweet to waste. Makes me wonder what else of you is sweet." Her thumb dug into your cheek, and you tried to move away, but she held you there with impenetrable strength. "Don't even try to fight, detka. You won't win."

Tilting your head back, she tilted your body backwards with it, crawling over you on the bed. Your hands were trembling with fear, and although her grip was strong, it was gentle.

"Don't hurt me, please," you begged out of the innate human resistance to pain, and she laughed despicably.

"You can beg all you want. You can scream, you can cry. But no one will hear you, and I will have you begging for me to hurt you soon enough," she hissed, and when she lowered her face down towards your neck, you started to cry from fear that she was going to hurt you again.

Instead, she planted a soft kiss on the crook of your collarbone. You shivered at the feeling, your expectations thrown off course by the kiss. As you tried to reevaluate what she was going to do, Wanda let her lips trail lightly down your sternum. She let her lips part and breathed in your scent, feeling every inhuman nerve and impulse in her body alight.

Wanda could hear your heart beating from under your skin, hear it thud against your ribcage in a pace so wildly anxious. Turning her head slightly so she could press part of her cheek against your bare skin, she could feel the violent rush of blood following everywhere she touched like magnets on either side of a partition, tinging your skin pink. She was imbued with a degree of bloodlust that the vampire had never before been privy to.

You felt her hand on your face glide down your neck, fingernails scratching you softly there. You were relieved to have your face freed, but her hand was crawling down your chest to meet her other one, and then they fell together to your breasts and grabbed them. You stiffened, and Wanda hummed. "So soft," she remarked as she massaged your breasts, letting her thumbs press into your rosy peaks.

To your betrayal, your nipples hardened. As frightening and terrifying as she was, it was turning you on. The way she was touching you, breathing you in. You felt a strong mental pull towards her that felt wholly unnatural. Unbeknownst to you, the vampire held a charismatic charm that drew humans like you into her. Not to mention her expertise in witchcraft, which allowed her the ability of mind control. But in that moment, the pull you felt towards her originated only from yourself.

"Do you know what makes blood even sweeter than fear, detka?" Wanda spoke as she moved her lips to your nipple. You feared her fangs, but when you only felt her lips suckle you softly, a twinge of warmth sparked inside you. Wanda inhaled again, and smiled against your nipple. "Arousal."

Your cheeks bloomed scarlet from her words. It wasn't because you were afraid of what she was going to do to you. It was because you were afraid of how much you were going to like it.

"You will," she remarked, confirming to you that she could read your mind. The thought made you uncomfortable, exposed, vulnerable, but Wanda become preoccupied with her own thoughts as she pressed her palm flat against your sternum and slid it down slowly, traversing over your abdomen which rose and fell rapidly beneath her hand from your fast breaths.

Wanda's svelte hand raised over your hipbone and dipped to your inner thigh. She looked at you with a half-open smirk as she pushed your legs apart forcefully. You wondered if you would even have a chance of pushing her off and escaping. You remembered what you felt on the street when she found you—she had pushed past you and managed to bite your hand without you ever noticing until you were on the ground. You remembered how iron hard her hands were when they grabbed you from behind.

"Don't try it, detka," she whispered, and you cursed yourself for forgetting that she could apparently hear your thoughts. "If you know what's good for you, just spread those pretty legs for me." She pushed them open wider, and you winced at the pain in your hips, but somehow you let her. Maybe it was because you did know what was good for you—that trying to fight her would be futile and a death wish—or maybe it was because you liked the way the vampire's fingertips were bruising your inner thighs.

As her hand rubbed your thighs, she leaned up to get a better look at your face. "I knew you were beautiful when I first saw you," she whispered. "A small-town girl moving to the big city all by herself, with no idea of the monsters and the violence hidden therein. So sweet, so innocent." Her voice had dropped to a whisper as she trailed a finger through your hair.

Your eyebrows sewed together. How did she know that you had just moved to the city? She was a complete stranger, and as you tried to figure out if you had ever seen her before, she caught your thoughts and answered them.

"Oh, we have met, detka. Not face-to-face, not in a coffee shop, or at your job, or randomly in the street. We met when I noticed you bringing boxes into your apartment building. We met when you went to apply for that shitty job. When you tried to find your way home that night. We meet when you sleep with your window cracked just enough for my fingers to slip under, when you shower with your curtain opened just enough, when you don't look around you as you cut across those dirty alleyways to get where you're going faster."

Your eyes were wide open as you listened to her words. Fear tingled throughout your body, and you watched her pupils widen as she smelled it. Her hand on your thigh rose up to cup your core, and you hissed at the feeling.

"You have no idea how hard it was to wait," she whispered, bringing her lips dangerously close to yours. "How hard it was to watch you walk by and smell that sweet elixir in your veins." Suddenly, she leaned forward and pressed her lips against yours. You made a muffled noise of protest, but she kissed you hard and unwieldy.

Her tongue forced past your lips and entered your mouth. You had the mind to bite her tongue, but she beat you to it. The two fine points of her fangs only lightly touched your tongue, but it was enough to draw blood. She quickly glided her tongue over yours, groaning at the taste of your blood on her tongue. Her hand between your legs was stroking up and down your slit, making you realize how wet you were. You could feel the cold metal of rings on her fingers.

Finally, she released your mouth, and you gasped for breath that you had been gradually losing during the fiery, bloody kiss. You cringed at the taste of the blood in your mouth, and your eyes focused on Wanda as she leaned up, licking her hips with her eyes closed. When they opened, her pupils were unnaturally dilated with a faint crimson flooding her irises.

She sat up and removed her hand from between your legs, taking her long, glistening fingers and placing them in her mouth. Her eyes watched you darkly as she sucked your wetness off her fingers and moaned at your taste. Something about the way she moaned made you feel hot all over, and you squirmed with a strange longing for her to put her hand there again.

Wanda noticed this and smirked. "How far you've come in only a matter of minutes. First you were begging me to not touch you, and now you want it." There was a strain in her voice that could only be brought about by her thirst for you. She had gotten a taste, and like a wild animal, she needed more.

Wanda brought her fingers to her pants and unzipped them, pulling them down just a bit as you watched expectantly. Suddenly, a red glow came from her palm and filtered through her fingers in lilting webs of magic, and a large strap-on appeared at her hips.

With an air of urgency, she took your knees and bent them up before situating herself between your legs, leaning down and placing her elbows on either side of your head like anchors so that you were trapped beneath her. You were trembling as she stared down at you with pulsing eyes, breathing through her teeth. Moving her hips, she let her strap rub against your core, the tip nudging in your entrance but staying there outside of you.

Her eyes moved to the wound on your neck that she had left before, and then they moved to the other side of your neck left untouched. She lowered down to nuzzle her face into your neck, and you whimpered in fear, grabbing onto her muscular arms. You were caught somewhere between horror and lust, and the combination of chemicals in your blood made you all the more irresistible to the monster hovering above you. Her red hair was soft on your chest as she pressed a kiss to your neck, and you felt her cock lean further into you.

She was taking her time to build you up, but Wanda couldn't help herself anymore. Suddenly, her weight was crushing you as she sunk her teeth into your neck and her cock into your cunt. You cried out as she entered you all at once, and that sharp pain seized your neck. Wanda started off strong, thrusting hard into you with a force you'd never felt before.

Wanda grunted in your neck as she drank from you, feeling her thirst be quelled with your addictive blood. You grabbed onto her back, feeling like you were about to fall right through the bed. She was over you, inside you, around you, and even in between, surrounding all your senses and invading you in all meanings of the word. It was raw and intimate and cathartic, and you felt drunk with pleasure and pain as she fucked you and drained you.

While your entire body felt on fire, the feeling in your neck turned cold. Wanda knew she needed to stop before she killed you, but the feral animal in her couldn't bear to stop. She wanted more of you, all of you, she wanted to drink every last drop until she was full.

Finding what self-control she had, Wanda had to tear herself away from you with a growl, sitting up and feeling the room spin around her. She was drunk off your blood, inebriated and liberated. As she opened her eyes, you saw the mad, crazed, hungry look in her pupils through your dimming vision. The lightheadedness in you made you relax, and you grabbed Wanda's cape to keep yourself there.

You watched your own blood glisten from Wanda's mouth, smeared all across her face due to the sloppy aggressiveness with which she had taken you. You could feel a wetness on your neck, blood smeared around the bite and even the side of your face, dripping onto the white sheets below and staining them like snow.

Wanda meant it. She wanted to keep you alive. You were too pretty and too sweet for her to ever let you go or let you die.

"You're mine now," Wanda growled, her voice deeper than it was before. "I've tasted you and taken you." She slammed her hips extra hard, driving her cock deep inside you and causing you to whimper. You were halfway there, only able to feel the pleasurable stretch inside you and the way her cock nudged against a sweet spot deep within. "You'll be here with me for the rest of your life, letting me drink you and fuck you. The best part is that you will like it. You do like it, don't you, detka?"

You had lost your mind. You nodded and whined an incoherent form of a confirmative answer, your eyes glazed eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head and stay there.

Wanda smiled in satisfaction as she continued to hammer into you. "I knew you were perfect." Her hips stuttered as she moaned, her thrusts getting sloppier.

Your walls were tightening around her, and the dizziness in your head amplified as a pressure coiled in the pit of your stomach. Wanda fucked you harder so that you were pushed over the edge, arching off the bed and moaning. Wanda watched some of the blood from your neck roll down your chest and over your breast, and the sight alone was enough for her to cum.

You were surprised to feel liquid rushing inside you as Wanda filled you with her fake cum. She slowed her thrusts, and you both were trembling from the heights you had experienced.

Wanda waved her strap away with her magic and sat up from you, looking down at the sight of you. You were bloodied and filled, fucked and drained. You were one of the most beautiful sights she had seen in all her days.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" she cooed, brushing some of the hair out of your face. You could barely open your eyes, only coherent enough to shake your head before it lulled to the side. It was common for victims to sleep after experiencing what you had experienced, so Wanda let you sleep while she got a wet cloth and cleaned you up, as much as she wanted to keep you ruined like that. Putting you in some clothes, she moved you under the covers of the bed and let you sleep peacefully. You needed it, because this was only the start of the pleasure and pain your captor would give you.

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That Funny Feeling

Part 17 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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MK POV

It's like Y/N saw a ghost or, in this case, heard a ghost.

"Who's that?" I ask, trying to read her face. She eyes me. "You'll see." What the hell does that mean? She holds her hand to me—a signal to let me know it'll be okay. I hope.

Y/N opens the door in almost a robot fashion before her mouth opens and speaks out, "Hello, mother."

Fuck.

A surprise mom visit.

"There she is! My beautiful daughter!" I watch the older woman walk in with a suitcase and bombard Y/N into a hug. I move my eyes to Y/N, who slowly reciprocates the gesture.

From the side, Y/N and her mother look scary alike at first. Both freckled covered faces. Ridged noses. The same eye color. Good cheekbones.

Okay, that was a weird one to point out.

However, Y/N must get her legs from her dad because she towers over her mom. Like she can put her head on her mom's head. I never thought of it, but Y/N's gotta be 5'9"? 5'10"?

The hug ends, and I'm not sure what to do. Do I get up and introduce myself? Y/N looks a little stressed, so maybe I should leave? I watch Y/N's mother look over Y/N before lightly tugging at the end of Y/N's shirt. "So this is the place, huh?" Her mom begins looking around the studio apartment. Oh no, she's slowly turning her body to me. "I only ever see it when we FaceCh-" I've been spotted.

"Who are you?"

Y/N POV

Okay, rude mom. The proper thing to say would have been, "oh my goodness, I didn't realize you had a guest over because I was too busy not telling you that I was paying you a surprise visit to make you feel bad about yourself!" I think to myself as my eyes roll. I grab my mom's suitcase. I pick it up to move it out of the way, but this bitch is heavy.

I watch MK, and I can see her mind is struggling. I step up and answer for the poor Olsen. "Mom, this is my friend MK." MK thankfully knows how to be formal and polite as she stands up to give my mom a handshake.

"I thought your name was Max?" Okay, it's that kind of day. My mom is going to try to bicker about every little thing.

"I have another friend named Max. This is MK." I state again, so Mary-Kate doesn't have to speak up. They shake hands, and I see MK doesn't know whether to sit back down or not. With my mom's back still to me, I motion for MK to sit. She catches me and puts her butt on the cushion.

"Well, nice to meet you, MK. You're a gorgeous girl. I assume that MK is short for something?" Mom. "Mary-Kate." She speaks up. I mouth the word sorry to her. I watch her eyes dart to me as she gives me a small smile.

"Ahh. I see." My mom now takes a seat on the opposite end of the couch, her eyes still darting around the room as she still talks to MK. "Mary-Kate, like those Olsen girls." Oh, God. "Remember those girls?" My mom looks toward me. "You use to have their VHS movies and copies of Full House. You loved them!" My mom turns to face MK now. "She would go on and on watching them. There was one summer she had to fall asleep watching those movies that those little girls made. I know this because it got so bad and to a point where once the movie ended, her body knew. So she'd wake up and restart the movie."

Praying I get bit by a radioactive spider or something, so I can shoot lasers at my mom. She's so embarrassing and oblivious it hurts. MK's eyes flicker to mine, and she starts to laugh quietly at the death glare my mother is receiving.

"Yes, it happened. For one summer. Please, mom, stop."

"What was the name of the other one? Nash?" I huff. "Mom, you know it's Ashley. Mary-Kate & Ashley Olsen. Please stop bringing up my embarrassing childhood moments."

"Ashley. That's right! I wonder what they're up to now." Is she for real? "I'm sure they're doing fine," MK says with a teasing smile that only I see. I go to open my mouth, but my friend stops. "Who was Y/N's favorite, Mary-Kate or Ashley?" I can feel my body tense. I turn my eyes, already meeting MK's. Dead. I mouth to my least favorite, Olsen.

"I think it was that Ashley girl. But Y/N sometimes had a hard time telling those twins apart." Kill me. "Okay, mom! Please stop! Thank you." I shoot daggers at MK. She gets the hint and closes her mouth too.

"My friend doesn't need to hear these kinds of stories right now." I plead.

My mom looks at the tv with Godzilla still on pause. "Is this what you girls have been doing all day?" I have to physically stop myself from rolling my eyes. "No, mom, believe it or not, I worked today. I got up extra early too. I went on a run, went to work, talked to my- some significant people, came home, and THEN I started watching this movie. MK came over 'bout 20 minutes before you did! We also ordered dinner too. I would've had MK order you a plate if I knew you were coming! But did I know that? No!" I take a breath. "It-It's like you thrive off the stress you put onto me!" I exhale. My mom looks at me, shocked. I never go off on my mom, but she's been so frustrating lately, and for her to do this really sent me to the edge.

I want to say sorry. But I stand my ground. I stay standing as she looks at me. I see MK looking out my living room window out of the corner of my eye. She probably wants to jump out of it.

"I thought my own daughter would be happy to see me." Now she's doing this. "Mom-" "No, it's alright. I'll go to my hotel and take the first flight in the morning back to Nashville. Your home." She throws in. I wish she would stop saying that. It's not my home. Where I live is my home. The place where I don't feel people watching me. The place where I actually have friends that I love. The place where I met my girlfriend. New York. This is my home.

My mom goes to get up. I know she's hurt, but I know she's trying to get me to apologize and cave. I may cave, but I'm not apologizing.

"Mom." "It's quite alright, Y/N." My mom states firmly before grabbing her suitcase and leaving out my door, slamming it shut. I take a huge breath in and turn to my friend. Mary-Kate Olsen. She looks like a lost puppy. "It's complicated." She nods at me. I walk over to her and wrap her into a surprise hug. "So big fans, huh, and here I thought you knew nothing about us." I scoff. "It was one summer." "Sure, Y/N." "I knew about you two. I promise you I had no idea there was a third." We stop talking, and I try to relax my body.

"MK?" "Yeah?" I move out of the hug. "Can you go wait in my room?" "Uhh yeah, sure." She quickly gets up without a second thought and heads into my room. I feel a shouting match about to start with my mom, and even if it's outside my apartment, I don't want MK to be able to hear it.

I firmly wipe the palms of my hands off and step out my door, chasing my mom down the hall.

"Mom, stop." She ignores me as she presses the elevator button. I've lived here long enough to know that I got at least 20 seconds before it gets here. "Mom." I finally plant myself next to her. "Can you just come back inside? Please." "I thought you didn't want me here." She spits out. I'm so tired of this. I'm finally in the best place I've been in.. in.. forever? Maybe? I don't know. But I'm finally feeling great about myself, about my life, and today she decides to pull this stunt.

"Mom." I make sure my tone is softer than it was 2 minutes ago. "What did you think was going to happen?" I've observed my mother for too long. I watch as she shuffles her feet continuing to not answer me. She does that when she knows she's in the wrong. Will she ever admit it? No.

"You show up to my place for the first time out of the blue? What's, going on? What is this really about?" I stare at her blank face as the elevator dings. "Fine. It's not like we're on the best terms right now anyways." I huff out before I turn away.

I make it about two steps away before I feel my mom grip my wrist. I sigh and put my head down. I wanted her to tell me what was going on, but at the same time, I wanted her gone.

"Don't speak that way to me." She pulls me, causing me to turn to her. "I am your mother!" I rip my wrist out of her grasp. "Mom-" "I just wanted to see my baby! I wanted to see you! Lord knows you're not coming back home. And fine. That's fine! But I wanted my daughter to look me in the eyes and talk to me. Actually, talk to me-" I can't tell if this is real or bullshit, so I choose to interject.

"So what just 'cause I'm not returning "home," you think you can just barge into my small slice of life I have here?" "A life I gave to you" "Don't! Don't do that." I take a breath and run my hand through my hair. I can feel my hand bounce off my scalp as my nerves work through my body. My mom watches as my eyes begin to water. She reaches a hand out, but I take a step away.

"Yes, mother. Thank you for reminding me for the four hundredth and sixty-second time that you gave me a life. A life that was tailor-made to be better than the one you got. But guess what, mom? Maybe I didn't want that? Did you ever think about that?" I stop and sniff my nose. "Why do you think I went to Syracuse, literally one of the farthest schools I got accepted to, instead of Vanderbilt? I wanted to figure myself out without you!" I take a breath in as I let the tears fall. I shuffle my feet and shift my weight from one leg to the other.

"I turn 25 this year, for fucks sake! I thought I knew for the longest time, but then everything changed." "And I supported you." I hold my hand up to her. "Yes, you both did."

You both did. I repeat to me and only me.

"But, you know that's not what I'm talking about." I sob out as I cover my eyes. "Why are you really here, mom? Don't bullshit me. Because if you're about to say it's because I don't come home or I'm rude on the phone... I can't do this right now. You know the reasons I never want to come back. And so if that's the reason you think I'm short with you on the phone, then guess what, mom, that's not the reason."

My moms eyes are filled with hurt and regret. I know it, and she knows it, but I can't stop my mouth now.

"Sometimes it's because I'm fucking tired and the last thing I want to do is answer your stupid question about why I'm not going back to school, or the do I really want to work at a coffee shop for the rest of my life question? You already know the answers!" I swallow. "Other times, it's because all I get is a look from you that screams every word but joy. And maybe you don't mean to make that face because I know you're worried for me. I do. But guess what? You don't have to keep worrying. I'm in a good place. So maybe sometimes I don't want to talk because I don't want to talk! But then still there you are, and most of the time... i-it's because- it's like you call me up just to put me down. I s-swear it's like you only want me to be happy when it's convenient for you! Like today! I was having a great day! A great fucking day, and look at where we are now."

I can't see my mom anymore through the tears. I'm feeling every emotion in this one second, and I can't stop crying. I've never done this to another person before. I've never felt my chest become so light. I've never felt that funny feeling. I don't know what to do.

"Mom?" I croak out of my sore throat as I feel a person wrap their arms around mine. They shush me and start rubbing my back, letting me know it's okay. This action causes me to break down even more. I'm like full-on hyperventilating now as I bring my head down onto my mom's shoulder. I for sure know it's her because I can smell the coconut shampoo she's used all my life.

"Pumpkin?" My mom pulls out of the hug and gently puts her hands on my face. "I'm sorry, dear." Wow, that's maybe the third time in my life I've ever heard those words escape her mouth. She leans my head down and kisses my forehead. In response, I put my arms around her again and continued sobbing. My neighbors probably heard everything, but luckily no one came out. I can hear my mom saying things to me, but I can't concentrate enough to make out the words. So instead, I give her the tightest hug I've given her since we lost Davey.

My Dad.

That's when it hit me.

"Mom?" I whisper into her shoulder. "Yes, pumpkin?" "Todays, the day, isn't it?" My mom doesn't respond. Instead, she pulls back from the hug and puts her arms on mine. It's like we're standing there supporting each other. She slowly lifts her right hand and brushes my hair out of my face.

I blink, feeling a few tears slip out. "Two years to the day, Pumpkin." How could I forget? No really. How could I fucking forget? I look down at my mom, and I see her face clearer now.

She looks heartbroken. Maybe because her only child just yelled at her and complained that she ruined her life. Perhaps it's because that same child forgot the death date of the only father figure she's ever known. Or maybe she missed her kiddo. She missed having her family. She was tired, and she needed me.

"Do you hate me?" I genuinely ask.

My mom doesn't immediately respond, which makes my brain go crazy. She takes my hands into her own and pulls me to the nearest wall. She makes us sit down and let out bodies lean against the wall.

"Y/N?" I turn my face to the sound of my mother's smooth and soft voice. It reminds me of days when I was sick as a kid, and she took care of me. "I could never hate you." Tears begin to slip out her eyes. "I'm so sorry for ever making you think I did, sweetie. I care for you so much." She places a hand on my face to push back my tears. "I want what is best for you, and I try and push you because I know what the world is like. I was just trying to be the best mom you could ask for. I was trying to be better than my own mother. I never meant to push you away or make you think I never wanted you as a daughter. I love you with every bit of my old heart." I let out a breath of air through my nose and smile at that last part. "You're not even 50, mom."

"But I will be soon, Y/N. I want my daughter in my life for that day and all the years that follow." She thought she had lost me. "I'm so sorry for how I've acted. I didn't want to lose you, Y/N. I just love you so much. I'm so sorry, Pumpkin." "I'm sorry too, mom." I reach over and hug her. I hug her like I haven't seen her in years. I hug her like she'd never see me again. "I love you, mom." "I love you too, sweetie."

MK POV

I'm sitting at Y/N's desk, and it's a lot cleaner than the last time I was over like she's actually using it.

I'm trying to get my mind to focus on anything in this room. I've heard some yelling from out in the hall, but I chose not to listen to the words being screamed. I've distracted myself with my phone, but emails can only be so much fun.

As I skim over the desk, I notice she has a couple of books and journals on her desk. I take note at how similar they look to the ones in the living room. Except some of these are years old. I pick up a journal with the year marked 2019 on it. As I flip through some of the first few pages, it becomes clear what she uses these books for.

It's laced with short stories, poems, and songs. All original, as far as I know.

She never mentioned she was a writer or a musician, maybe? I take a glance around the room, and I don't see any guitars or keyboards. Maybe in her closet? I look towards it, but it's shut, so I won't bother.

I take a chance and try to find today's date in the 2019 journal. After a quick search, I find it and begin reading.

May 3rd, 2019

Death is Watching (Look Who's Inside Again)

Trying to be funny and stuck in a room There isn't much more to say about it Can one be funny when stuck in a room?

Well, well Look who's inside again Went out to look for a reason to hide again Well, well Buddy, you found it Now, come out with your hands up We've got you surrounded

To the man that made me laugh. I love you, Dad. But why did you give up? Why did you let Death take you?

My eyes look over those last three lines again, again, and again. Each time they become more glossy. It's like my heart is in my throat. Maybe that's why I'm struggling to breathe right now. I force my hand to gently grab the bottom of the page and turn it over.

There's no entry. I flip the next page. Nothing. I grab the book, close it, and let all the pages brush past my thumb as I watch each page after the one I read come up empty.

I hear the front door open and close. Oh shit. I put the journals back to where I think they were and stand up, waiting for her. No, I show look relaxed? I quickly wipe my eyes and pull out my phone before jumping onto Y/N's bed. No, wait, is that weird? Should I sit up? All this time, I've been internally debating, and I haven't heard Y/N.

"Y/N?" I call out to no answer. I decide to get up and come out into the main area. She's not there. "Y/N?" I take a quick look. Yeah, she isn't here. I go to pull my phone out; shit, I left it on the bed. That's when I notice the Chinese food sitting on the coffee table.

She was just dropping the food off. Is she coming back? Are her and her mom okay? Should I start plating the food? Does she even want a plate, or does she just eat it straight out of the container?

Y/N POV

I enter my apartment, and it's a little shocking to see MK standing there.. menacingly... staring at the Chinese food. "MK?" I ask, closing the door behind me. "Hey! You're back!" She runs over to me and hugs me. "I thought you left." She mumbles out. I decided not to question her and just let this moment happen.

We detach, and she notices how exhausted my body has become within the last 15 minutes. She thankfully doesn't say anything, but I see the look in her eyes. She sees my face and red eyes. She probably overheard. Crap.

"Where's your mom?" "She went to the hotel." "Oh." I don't want to talk about it now. MK looks away and to the food. "Do you want a plate?" "No, I usually eat out of the container." How much will I eat? I don't know. "Why am I not surprised." MK laughs, putting a smile on my tired face. "But if you need a plate, go grab one." MK walks to the kitchen and begins rummaging through, looking for everything she needs. I start to unpack our food and place it on the coffee table. I look to the tv, and it did the thing where it goes to an idle screen while waiting, so I turn it back onto the movie. I'm not really in the mood anymore, I'm so tired emotionally and physically, but I want to put on a front for MK. Or at least until dinners over.

MK returns with two glasses of water, a plate, and some silverware. I didn't know whose food was whose, so thankfully, I chose right because MK puts her fork into the meal in front of her. So I guess I'm eating Sesame Chicken. Good choice. "Ready?" I ask her picking up the remote and pointing it to the screen.

"Yeah." MK answers looking over at me; she gives me a pity smile before focusing her attention away.

MK POV

Man, I really wanted that Sesame Chicken. But Y/N needs to eat, and I don't want to disrupt her right now. I have no idea what happened in that hallway, but I want the person next to me to be okay.

I'm happy with the amount she ate. Half. But hey, that's better than nothing.

Do you know resting bitch face? What's it called when the person looks worried? Worried bitch face? I don't know, but that's what Y/N's got when she watches movies. I could tell her mind was elsewhere at the beginning, but as the film continued, she got more into it and started to relax. The movies almost over now, and I've been watching Y/N more than the monsters on screen.

She smiled every time Lizzie came on screen. It was so cute until it became annoying. Just kidding, but now she has the dumbest grin I've seen. Are her eyes glossy? What's she looking at?

I turn my head, and it's the scene where Lizzie reunites with her kid and husband. Right now, the kid just ran into Lizzie's arms, and she's holding him, crying.

For the first time tonight, Y/N catches me watching her. "Shut up." That is all she says as she laughs and lets a tear slip out. I throw my hands up in defeat and let the last 5 minutes play out.

Y/N POV

The credits hit, and I turn to MK. "Wow." She laughs and turns the tv off for me. She starts packing up the leftovers. "Wait till you see Avengers!" "Trust me. I can't wait. I gotta tell Liz that I saw this." I pull my phone out and start typing away. From the kitchen, I hear the fridge door close, and "she told you not to watch Oldboy, right?" "Yeah." "Good." Okay, what the heck? It can't be that bad, right?

I finish up my text to my girlfriend as MK entered the room again. "Is it cool if I use your bathroom? I had to go since, like the HALO drop scene, I didn't want you to stop the movie." "Who said I would've paused it?" MK's jaw drops before she pouts and lets out a "rude" before walking away into the bathroom.

It's now after 8, and I was tired before the movie, but I'm exhausted now. I want to just go to bed, but my mind still doesn't want to turn off. I'm thinking about my mom and my dad a lot. I feel a mix of remorse, loss, happiness, and regret. I genuinely don't know what to do. I should've stayed with my mom. I could've done more over the last two years. I'm so stupid. I can feel something happening, but I don't know what's happening. Am I crying? When did this happen?

"Hey, look at me. Y/N, can you look at me?" I hear MK's voice calling out to me. Where is she? I pull my eyes from the floor and up to her face. She's sitting on her knees in front of me. I see her bottom lip trembling. Her eyes look scared. Worried? Her hands start reaching up to me. "Good. You're doing very well. Y/N, is this okay?" She cups her hands onto the sides of my face. I open my mouth to respond, but nothing happens, so I just nod. Her thumbs begin to wipe at the tears streaming down my face. "It's okay. I'm here." I lean my forehead into her own. I can't stop. "Y/N, can you focus on some things around the room? Look at three things and tell me what they are." I lift my head from MK's. She leans more into my knees to keep wiping away the tears. "Umm... the tv..." "That's good, Y/N. Keep breathing in and out and name another thing." I blink a couple of times before looking around. "Your bag.." "One more thing Y/N. You're doing very well." MK gets up from the floor and sits right next to me. She drapes an arm around my waist, takes her other hand, and grabs onto mine. She leans her body onto mine. She's covering me in comfort. She has to have done this with Liz before. "Max." "Can you tell me where?" I nudge my head in the direction of a photo in the kitchen. "Max and I. Couple months ago." "Thank you, Y/N." I hear MK swallow next to me and take in a breath. "You're okay. I got you."

MK POV

She's finally resting.

It's been almost an hour since I asked her to name the things around the room. It's a trick I haven't done in a while. The last person I did that with was Liz before she started to shoot WandaVision.

Over the course of the last hour, I just held her in my arms. She would sob and stop. She'd apologize before drifting off into her mind again. The whole time I just kept her safe. I would brush her hair and tell her that it was okay and that I'm here for her. I still am. I always will be.

I've never seen this side of Y/N before. It didn't scare me one bit. It just made me concerned for her. It also made me so incredibly mad at her mom. Her mom sent her over the edge. Her mom did this.

I hear my phone start to ring from the bedroom, breaking up to silence in here. Shit. Y/N seems like she's out of it, so maybe I can slip away. I unwrap my arm from around her body, and I swear my phone is getting louder. I start scooting from Y/N so that I can get up, but she stops me. "MK?" "Hey, one second, I'll go turn it off," I say, getting up and leaving her. Y/N mumbles something, but I don't catch it.

I pick up my phone, wanting to tear the head off of whoever called me.

Damn it. It's Ash.

MK: "What?"

I move myself into the bathroom and shut the door behind me.

Ash: "Woah, calm down. You okay? Also hiiiii!"

M: "Sorry. Hi. What's up?"

A: "Damn okay. Anyways. I sent you some emails about an upcoming shoot. Models and outfits. Can you go over them and send me your feedback. I need it by 9 tomorrow. Cool?"

"Yes. I can do that."

"Thanks. You're the best! Byee!"

"Bye."

The call ends, and thank goodness I got work mode Ash on a call instead of Sister Ash. Sister Ash would've known something was up and not let me go until she figured out whatever was going on. I quickly look in the mirror and fix my eyes and hair. I put my phone on silent and put it in my pocket before walking back out to Y/N. I walk past the exhausted couch girl and slip my phone into my bag.

"MK?" Her sore throat squeaks, scaring me before I quickly compose myself. "Hey. It's me. I'm here." In a calm tone. I put myself back into my old position. "I should go to bed." "Okay. Y/N, let's get you to bed." I remove my arm from her side and get up quickly. She doesn't move. I move up to her knees like before. "Need some help?" She nods at me. I stand up and hold my arms out to her. She grabs on, and together we lift her up to her feet. I put my arm around her to help support her since I know her body wants to drop.

Once getting her onto her bed, I begin to look through her drawers and closet for any comfy clothes. Oh, hey, there's the guitar!

"Bottom drawer." I turn around and see her pointing to the bottom of her dresser. I open it up and find a black t-shirt and grey sweats. This shirt looks a lot like one I use to have. I bring the clothes to Y/N and excuse myself so she can change. I grab her a water bottle and some Advil for her head during that time. Crying always causes a headache. Remember that. "You can come back." I enter her room and smile at her. "Take this. It'll help." She doesn't put up a fight or say anything. I think she just wants to sleep and put an end to this day. "Thank you." "Of course." Y/N sets her water down and starts getting comfortable on her bed. I look over her room again, and my eyes return to her desk.

She knows.

Sitting on top of a large T-shirt and a pair of black shorts is the 2019 journal. I look back at her eyes, which are already watching me. "MK?" Oh no. "Could you stay the night?" She points to the clothes. Oh! "You sure?" She nods. I carefully grab the journal and set it off to the side. I watch Y/N smile out of the corner of my eye. I grab the clothes and excuse myself to the bathroom to change.

Y/N POV

She didn't ask me what my journal was for or what it meant. She read it earlier. I knew it was in a different position.

But for some reason, I'm not mad. I'm actually glad if she ended up reading what I think she read.

"Penny, for your thoughts?" I look over to see MK changed. "I'll tell you." I gesture for her to crawl into bed. My bed isn't a twin, so thankfully, we're not right on top of each other. It's a Queen. Cuddles can happen, or people can give each other space. MK gets into bed and faces me. "I turned off all your lights and locked your door." "Thank you." "Do you want your lamp off?" "Not yet."

We start to let the silence fall onto us. I'm not as tired as I was before, so I'm just lying here thinking and staring at the Olsen across from me.

"Y/N?" "Hmm." "What are you thinking about?" "That I don't want to be alone right now. That I'm glad, you're here." "Me too." I scoot myself closer to MK. I can tell by how she slightly moved her arm back that she doesn't want to mess up. I rest my hand onto her side. "Is this okay?" She nods to me. My eyes start to look over her body as I continue to think about today. "What did you think?" MK looks at me, a bit confused. "About my journal entry?" I physically watch MK get embarrassed and stressed all at once. She begins to pull away and back up, but I grab onto her hip and pull her closer to me. "MK." I get out in a calm tone. She stops moving. "I'm serious. I'm not mad. It's okay." I reassure her and brush away her hair from her face that softens up so I can see my friend again. "I thought it was" She takes a second. "Beautiful." She smiles at me to let me know she means it.

"I'm sorry for your loss," MK said, the one thing I didn't want to hear. I nod at her. She inches closer to me as this moment between us becomes more fragile each time we open our mouths. "I wrote that the day he died." "What was his name?" "Davey. Well, that's what I called him. He gave me a choice between Dad or Davey. As long as I never called him David, he was cool with it." MK and I bring each closer into a hug, as we both feel the tears coming.

We both let the hug happen until I pull away. If I look pass her and into my room, I'm going to get lost in thought. "He wasn't my real dad." I clarify for MK. "But he treated me like he was." I smile, thinking about the day I met him. "He always had shoulder-length hair, which, as a kid, I thought was funny, but as I grew up, I got jealous of it." I chuckle as some tears land between MK and I.

MK looks like she wants to speak but is afraid. "Spill it," I whisper out. "How?" "Cancer." MK sucks her lips into her mouth and starts to bite. "Hey. No. Don't do that.." I softly lift my hand and pull her lip out. I move my hand from her lips to her cheek. "It's okay, MK. He's gone." She wants to cry for me. She can, but I don't want her to, honestly. She blinks a few times to make the tears go away. Once she's done, she leaves me and switches off the bedroom lamp before coming back to me. She cuddles in hard. She rests her head on my chest as I place my head on top of hers. Both of our arms snaked around each other. "I'm-" "There's nothing to apologize for."

"Is your mom coming back?" The tone she asked that in wasn't sweet. "She might. But you don't have to worry. Her and I are okay." I can feel her go to lift her head, so I let her. She looks directly into my eyes. "We are. I promise. Now please, you were comfortable before." She playfully rolls her eyes and rests her head on my chest again. "There you go." I kiss the top of her head, and I can feel the tiredness wash over me.

"Y/N?" "Yeah?" I answer back with my eyes shut. "I'm really sorry about reading your journal. I didn't know." "I know. It's okay, MK. I'm glad you did." "Really?" "Really." I can feel MK start to make shapes with her fingers on my lower back. It's soothing and something I need right now.

As MK and mines bodies start to slow in breathing and drift off to sleep, the Olsen below me mumbles, "I love you, Y/N. As a friend. Always." I smile because I don't know if she meant for me to hear, but I let her know. "I love you too, MK. As a friend. Always."

Liz POV

Today is the day! The pilot said that we have landed in JFK, so I'm just ready to get the fuck off this plane. The flight wasn't as bad this time. Since I mostly slept and planned out things I wanted to surprise Y/N with.

"If you require deplaning assistance, please remain in your seat until all other passengers have deplaned. One of our crew members will then be pleased to assist you. On behalf of American Airlines and the entire crew, I'd like to thank you for joining us on this trip, and we are looking forward to seeing you on board again in the near future. Have a nice day!"

I pull out my phone and let Max know that the plane just landed. She texted me back a couple of seconds later, letting me know that she was just circling the terminals. I think Max is more excited to see me than to drop me off if I'm being honest. Even though I'm dating her best friend, she still asked me for an autograph and picture when I have time.

I look through my texts with Y/N, and she still hasn't texted me a good morning text or anything usually, by now, I would've heard something. Max did tell me that she texted Y/N earlier, letting her know that she'd be off today, so maybe she's just sleeping in. So if that's the case, I can't blame her.

After collecting my bags, and avoiding onlookers, and wannabe paparazzi, I am finally seated in my girlfriend's best friend's green Subaru.

I haven't told anyone where I am or what I'm doing. The only person that knows is Max. After a couple of minutes into the drive, I decide to give Y/N a wake-up call.

Y/N: "Hello?"

She sounds groggy.

Liz: "Good morning, my Coffee Girl! Did you just wake up?"

I see Max glance over at me before her eyes return to the road.

Y: "Hey, babe! Yeah, I actually did. What time is it?"

Y/N, let's outs a yawn.

L: "Ummm, it's.. almost noon"

"Oh Lizard, you okay? You already done for the day?"

"Yes, I'm fine, love, but, Y/N, it's noon for you."

There's a moment of silence before I hear the phone and her crashing down onto what I assume is the floor. Y/N is on speaker, so Max just heard her eat shit as well and is trying to muffle her laugh. I can't help it, but I feel my lips form into an evil smile too.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" I ask, holding back some laughter.

She doesn't respond, but I do hear another voice ask my same question. I see Max look over, confused, as the smile leaves my face.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you."

Y/N responds to the other person. Before I hear the phone shuffle and her voice return to me.

"Hey, sorry I jus-"

"Who are you with?" I try to put in a brave voice, but my mind is going a million miles per hour. Y/N would never cheat. She wouldn't.

"What?"

I hear some more shuffling. That's not the right response.

"I heard someone else, Y/N."

"Can we FaceTime?"

I look to Max. She shakes her head and points to the interior of her car. Y/N would instantly know.

"Not at the moment."

"MK's here. That's who you heard"

So what the fuck? My own sister can barely talk to me but has time to be with my girlfriend.

"Y/N..."

"Liz, this would be a lot easier if we could FaceTime."

"Just tell me what's going on because this isn't sounding good for you." I hear my voice, and it isn't becoming nicer.

"MK and I hung out yesterday. It was an impromptu thing, and I asked her to stay over last night."

I can my heart start to crack. But she wouldn't. She wouldn't!

"Y/N I swe-"

"Babe. Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

I do. I really do.

"I didn't want to be alone. I knew Max was busy, but MK was here."

I turn to Max, confused, and she's returning the same confused look.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Max lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family, so knowing this and hearing Max's reaction, this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying.

"Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far.

"When can I see you?"

I look at Max's phone. It still says 30 minutes.

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N. How about you get up, get some ice on your leg and eat some breakfast? Pancakes and eggs, none of the frozen stuff."

"You heard me fall?"

"I tried so hard not to laugh."

"Oh my God. That's embarrassing."

She sounds better now.

"It's your body building character."

There's a moment between us where we just listen to each other breath and a couple of sniffles from her. It's an almost reassuring moment.

"4 days, babe."

"It'll be sooner than you think."

The call is coming to a natural close.

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

"I love you!" We both say at the same time, causing each other to laugh before we end the call.

"That was so cute but gross," Max tells me once my phone hits my lap. It was. I keep thinking over the call. I start to play with my rings to prolong the feeling I have coming.

"Can you get that?" Max asks me, holding her phone up to me. "Tell me what it says." It's a text from Y/N apologizing for not making it to today's shift before she realizes that Max told her not to come in. I relay that information as a new text pops up.

Mom showed up.

"Umm.." Max is thinking of what to respond back while I'm waiting to text for her. "Just send a pumpkin emoji first." I do that. "Then, are you okay? At work. Talk later? Type it all just like that." I do just that. "Send?" I ask the redhead. "Yeah, send it." I hit the send button and watch as Y/N with a thumbs up.

"Why the emojis?" "It's basically to let the other person know that we're busy with work or girlfriends. But if you're asking why the pumpkin one, that's what Y/N's mom calls her. Pumpkin. So sending that, let her know that I know how serious this is."

Max is a true best friend. "Pumpkin. Is that why her favorite color is orange?" I watch Max's face try to hide the real reason. "Yeahhh-" "I know it's because of Velma." Max lets out a breath. "Okay, I couldn't lie to you." I snicker at how starstruck Max can be.

"Good," I respond back in my Sokovian accent, almost causing Max to crash the car.

MK POV

I get startled awake but the sound of Y/N crashing onto the floor. I see her phone next to her as she is on the ground holding her knee.

Lizzie.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" She doesn't respond, but I do hear Lizzie's voice ask my same question. "Yeah, I'm fine. Fuck, that's gonna hurt. Thank you." Y/N picks up her phone before shuffling around, grabbing some clothes, and heading to the bathroom.

"Hey, sorry I jus-" "What?" I hear Y/N muffled through the door answer my sister.

Okay, stop listening, MK. I decide to wake myself up a bit more and distract my brain with emails. I already sent Ash all the information she needed from last night. I woke up early this morning to get it done since I knew it wasn't happening last night before returning back to Y/N.

After going through my emails and sending some texts, Y/N returns from the bathroom. She's wearing cuffed jeans and a black bra, she throws whatever shirt she picked up and goes searching for a new one.

Okay, this isn't helping past feelings. Look away, MK. Look away. Just look at your phone.

"Why didn't you want to be alone? Are you okay?" My concerned sister asks. I glance up and watch as Y/N stops her movement, putting a hand on her forehead.

"I'm okay.. Umm... My mom showed up yesterday."

Liz lets out a very loud gasp. I know Y/N never talks about her family so knowing this and hearing Liz's reaction, she knows this is big.

"And you are safe? Are you at home?"

Y/N doesn't respond right away, which is worrisome. But then I hear her faintly crying. I get up and stand next to her to let her know I'm here. Y/N looks to me but talks to Liz. "Yes, I'm home. I miss you."

Ouch. My heart breaks because I know she means it, and she's going through all these emotions, and I'm so close but so far. But I shove my feelings down. This is for Y/N. I push my forehead into Y/N's and wrap an arm around her.

"When can I see you?"

"How about I FaceTime you in like 45? Is that okay?"

"Yes. I love you." Y/N lets go of me and starts searching her room for a new shirt. She finds one and starts putting it on. I take this opportunity to grab my clothes from last night and run into her bathroom.

"See you, Liz."

"Later, Y/N!"

I pop out of the bathroom just in time.

"I love you!" They both say at the same time causing each other to laugh before they end the call.

I head out of her room and to my bag. Making sure I have everything with me.

When I come back, Y/N is sitting on her bed texting. "You okay?" She looks up at me and smiles. "Yeah. Umm..." Y/N puts her phone away. "Do you wanna sit?" She points to the spot next to her, so I join her. She moves one leg underneath her and moves, so her body is towards me.

"Thank you for everything yesterday. It really meant a lot to me that you stayed and cared for me. How you always care for me.. You're a wonderful friend, MK." She places her hands into mine and starts rubbing her thumb along the tops of mine. She stutters and is struggling to say more. I watch as she gives up and starts biting her bottom lip. I slip my one hand out and bringing to her lip, pulling it out. I let my hand slide down to her chin, but she reaches up and brings my hand back to her lips. I freeze, not knowing what to do. Y/N plants two soft kisses on the pad of my thumb. "Thank you, Mary-Kate." Her eyes are glued to my own.

"Always." Whispers out from the back of my throat.

We both know what could happen next. Y/N reached up and runs her hand through my hair. She pulls my head closer to her before we pull each other into a hug. With her mouth next to my ear, she drops this: "My mom got it wrong. You're my favorite twin." We both laugh into each other's shoulder before she pulls away and stands up. She clears her throat and wipes her eyes.

"How do you like my shirt?" My mouth drops at the sight of it. "Oh my God!" It's a black t-shirt with like seven different pictures of Lizzie, and at the chest, it says Elizabeth Olsen in pink. "You're obsessed!" "You're just jealous!" Y/N smirks out before she leaves me to head to the kitchen. "I can get you one for Christmas?" Y/N yells from the kitchen. "Fuck off!"

I had to leave Y/N about ten minutes into her cooking breakfast. Summer is around the corner, so I need to head to the offices to start going over sales meetings, designs, pitches, etc. Plus I still need to change and shower, so heading home first is a must. Y/N understood and promised that we'll hang out again. Plus, I think she mentioned her mom was coming over later? I'm not quite sure Y/N mumbled a bit. But! This is the best outcome I wished for before yesterday. Y/N and I are friends.

Once I settled in my car, I had a couple of missing texts from form Liz. Some ranging from nice to not so nice. The not-so-nice ones were first. She doesn't mean the things she said it's just insecurities bubbling up. I understand. I do. The nice ones followed once she said, "Max explained everything." I didn't know her and Max were that close. I texted my sister back, telling her about last night and the things that I think she should know.

I left out the stuff about Y/N's dad, and how close Y/N and I were because she doesn't need to know that unless Y/N tells her.

I put my phone away and start to pull out of the spot in front of the building. Just in time for this cute green car to take it.

Part 18

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nyagrounds · 1 year

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COMMUNITY GARDENS - a purplegreen playlist

The Scary Jokes - Community Gardens

if there's something to be learned from all these LOSERS… / it's that the price that you pay / for arrogance and a false sense of immunity / is to face the wrath of a dying star

The Griswolds - If You Wanna Stay

there's these crowns upon my faith / to tell me something's about to change / won't be hard to be replaced / something better will take the place

Tyler, The Creator - I THINK

i don’t know where i’m going / but i know what i’m showing / feelings that’s what i’m pouring / what the fuck is your motive? / and i wish you would call me / by your name cause i’m sorry / this is not apology / you are such a distraction

Carly Rae Jepsen - Happy Not Knowing

i turn your love away / cause i want to sleep at night / it’s just like my broken heart is my alibi / i’m afraid afrad afraid afraid of knowing what i’m knowing what i’m knowing / i’m happy not knowing!

The Scary Jokes - Emotional Vagrant

but you're always finding new ways to feel defective / is your failure to connect just your way of protecting yourself? / when your attention starts to wear / you just can't bring yourself to care / but in time you're gonna find yourself / ensnared by your own self-absorption

Ricky Montgomery - Don’t Know How

i wanna be the one that makes you stay / i wanna be a name that you can’t say / i wanna do it but i don’t know, i don’t know how

Friday Pilots Club - End of It

so i say what i, what i always say like / is it what you want? is it what you need? is there / something else you needed from me? / try to take a collar to a dog with no owner / tell him sit, lay down, roll over

The Colourist - Little Games

oh we were comin' around / you threw me back down / you had my trust in your hands / you gave it up again

Billie Eilish - when the party’s over

tore my shirt to stop your bleeding / but nothing ever stops you leaving

The Scary Jokes - Friends With You

here's to you and me / and the crumbling infrastructure no one else can see / the end result of my own reckless impulsivity / could you spare a sec to talk to me

Tyler, The Creator - ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

i can't stop you, i can't rock too, / i've been back there and i cannot die too / but i've got to know

My Chemical Romance - Famous Last Words

now i know / that i can’t make you stay / but where’s your heart? / but where’s your heart / but where’s your

Jenn Champion - Coming for You

you’re so tired of the world giving up on you / giving up, giving up, gi-giving up / and when you can’t stand i’ll be standing up for you

Paramore - Rose-Colored Boy

i want you to stop insisting that I'm not / a lost cause, 'cause i've been through a lot / really all i’ve got is just to stay pissed off / if it's all right by you

Two Door Cinema Club - What You Know

and i can tell just what you want / you don't want to be alone / you don't want to be alone

Carly Rae Jepsen - Roses

i’ve said it before / and i’ll say it again / that i’ll always be here / when you need a friend

Los Campesinos! - It Started With A Mixx

trying to find the perfect match between pretentious and pop / some crappy artwork that took way way too long to draw / handwritten track listing restarted every time the pen smudged / encoded title doesn’t give away as much as it should

The Scary Jokes - Sylvia’s Just A Dying Fad

sylvia, you say that the moon is your only friend / but she's a bitch and she don't listen when you cry / sylvia, my love, there is just so much i can do for you / after all, i'm just a friend

Frank Ocean - Thinkin Bout You

no i don’t like you i just thought you were cool enough to kick it / got a beach house i could sell you in idaho / since you think i don’t love you i just thought you were cute that’s why i kissed you

Miniature Tigers - Like or Like Like

i climbed up your front porch / and i doorbell ditched ya / and I felt so bad, couldn't cope to what i did / so i laughed myself sick all the way to my car

Milo Greene - Young at Heart

if we stay strong between the ears / then maybe we won't fuck this up / there's always heartbreak on the horizon / because words are not enough

Carly Rae Jepsen - Higher

took some time / a few mistakes, but / you came in and showed me how / never let me hit the ground / all the love was hesitating / but ever since you came around / i feel more than safe and sound

half • alive - TrusT

i have faith that the world i’m in / will be redeemed to its place again / but there’s a weight that i can’t explain / so tell me why i feel this way

The Scary Jokes - Wrath of the Termite King

how long will this follow you? / it's so bitter that it's lost control of you / and it thirsts for your destruction

Mitski - A Pearl

you’re growing tired of me / you love me so hard and i still can’t sleep / you’re growing tired of me / and all the things i don’t talk about

Florence + The Machine - I’m Not Calling You A Liar

and i love you so much / i’m gonna let you kill me

food house - 51129

you say you know me best, you know me best / let you sleep on that lie forever, go and get your rest / if that were true, if that were true / i wouldn't hide away from places not to talk to you

#purplegreen #animation vs minecraft #avm purple #ava green #nyagrounds original #once again idk what tags people check i get 90% of my content from mutuals #anyways the embed seems to work properly this time thank fuck #Spotify

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2/2 *he sat on the edge like it was a real election and then jumped up in the air screaming on top of his lungs* ‘FUCK YEAH BITCH, YOU LOST!!!!!! LOOK HOW RELIEVED BRIAN IS! WE DID IT!!!!! Well i didnt do shit but i helped with my commentary. Theyre gonna dance- WHY IS IT BLACK AND WHITE AGAIN? *literally tears up when the flag scene happens* oh fuck thats what brought color back? Fuck. I swear im okay, i just need a minute. OHHHH I LIKE THIS SONG QUICK WHERES SHAZAM!!’ ‘Thats right Deb, finally we agree! Gotta celebrate the victories. Now go dance Emy! I was also a dance instructor but mine was zumba! And that kinda happened by accident. BRIAN AND JUSTIN!!! Look what you did Brian!!! I like this ending! I have high hopes for next season. HES GIVING MIKE THE PEANUT CAR?! I hate that Brian has such a horrible mom. He deserves a better mom, like Jen. Jen would be a nice mom to him. THATS RIGHT BLONDIE HE DIDNT LOSE EVERYTHING!!! HE STILL HAS US! oh i really like this song. They might disappoint with some choices but they do not disappoint with their soundtrack (the ending scene with Britin hugging happens) okay that *points at tv still with tears in his eyes* is a fucking good ending.’ He then went outside to smoke while listening to True Faith and then came back like halfway in while holding his cigarette outside and he had actual tears in his eyes and goes ‘the flag brought color back to the city! The people! Brought back color! I might have lied earlier.. i dont think i am okay.’ He then proceeded to sit outside for an HOUR while replaying True Faith over and over again and then at one point that cat from a few days back showed up and all i heard was a very soft ‘you also like the song, huh? Listen to the lyrics, they kinda fit Brian’ Before I went to sleep, he was still there with the song and cigarettes but somehow he managed to get a stray cat to lay on his lap. So i think its safe to say he liked 3x14 and it also fucked him up.

Have we broken Brother Anon ( brotheranon.exe has stopped responding) but I love that it was the flag scene at the end of 314 that broke him. He’s offline, he needs a hard restart, he’s all blue screened.

It is such a good end to such a good season. Season 2-3 are my absolute favorites. I’m excited to see his reactions to 4 - especially the Pink Posse and how poorly that’s handled and the cancer arc and losing Vic. Oohhhh I’m worried for him about Vic. I think he’s going to take it hard.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

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dream-wrecker-blog · 1 year

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What is it, you fight for?

I keep asking myself the question. What is it that I fight for! This question, sprouted in thought because I feel that this planet is sooo fucking ghetto. I’m not saying that I have been on other’s. Or even know wha it’s like. But! What I am saying is that It has to be better some way some how!!! Why is it that we have to pay to live on this planet and for what! Also not to mention we're also kept in line by some fictional being that regulates how well you deal with bull shit it decides to put you through. To me! None of this makes sense. What so fucking ever.

Today I was on the metro north train. Headed from Yonkers to Grand Central. Me not paying any mind to whats going on around me. Because I’m busy being face down on my phone scrolling through “Tic Toks” to make me laugh or to feel righteous abut some social injustice done right. That I did not notice that I made it to yankee stadium. Where all of my alarms bells and whistles have gone off. Because a bunch of loud and drunken white folks have gotten on from the game.

You see I’m not always around white folk. And when and or if I am, It is because I have to be. This was crazy all of them were very loud. And very drunk and very disturbing. The group started chanting, fuck Biden. And other game like chants. I had no problem wit what they were saying I just had an issue with the volume. I became super perturbed and even greatly annoyed. My ears flickered and my face, it rested like it never rested before. This resting bitch face, felt so legendary that it could have starred in its own Movie. A movie that literally is made up of grunts and looks. I felt like a cat among dogs. I see why they sit there and make faces now. When all you are doing is sitting there trying to relax before your 12 hour shift in the hot loading dock.... and boom!!!! This wave of drunken entitled people come and just took over.

I’m writing about this because, These spaces they take up when they enter, is crazy. It’s almost as if the energy gets warped. Like a real ilife glammer spell is casted before your eyes. I had to ask myself. If any person of color were to come in to such a public space and create such a nuisance. Would it have been accepted or even tolerated. As they chanted in camaraderie of fuck the president or even when being vaguer with other statements. Would it have not been challenged? I started to feel unsafe. As a sea of people who are Notoriously known for violence when intoxicated. Started to take over the car I was in. It’s really the first time in my life that I felt like an other. Not for my sexuality like I usually do. But! Because of my skin!

Now! They did not do anything to me. They did not intimidate me. And! They did not have anything to do with me. My point is that in black and brown spaces. We’re inclusive of everyone in the space, "usually". We acknowledge and for the most part tolerate others as much as we can. We see each other. And we in a way create a psychic safe space. You can agree to disagree. But! As a spiritualist and psychic. What I learned is that white people don’t always do that! But! Expect you to provide it. They walk around with is hard energy and take, take, take. I truly believe the mentality they posses is a cancer to this planet. This statement even ones for those who think like them. It’s tiring and annoying at this point in life. And I’m only in my mid 20’s This planet really needs a reshaping. A restart.

I just wanted to go to work. I’m tired. And this is how I fight this fight called the human experience. But! I don't wanna do this anymore. I’d rather live in the woods with the tree spirits and animals where I know at least there intentions are true. Where if there’s a real fight it’s because of survival. True grit! Not a created problem and blame the person who’s living in it,the issue.

#BITCHCRAFT #THOUGHTS #PERSPECTIVE #blogging #DEARDIARY

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dazzlingdisaster · 2 years

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The Almighty Nyanbinary got sidetracked lmao, there's events coming up and I started/restarted like five projects. Including-

• Finally finishing the fucking wisteria skirt that has box pleats, which has been painstakingly done by hand but I got really pissed off at the waistband and I had to walk away

• Embroidering a slightly more realistic version of a sagari fuji kamon just to see if I can do it and it's easily recognized as such

• Redyeing my hair because I severely dislike my natural hair color, which is a long and arduous ordeal involving the dye making my bathroom look like a homicide scene, but the end result is a rich medium DARK naturally-SUPER-red, so-dark-it's-nearly-auburn-but-there's-no-brown, kinda-slightly-coppery that I adore. The dye code is 7RR. Literally RR means Really Red or Red Red, and it's just that - red as fuck, no undertones (the copper is because of the light and because my natural hair is dark ash blonde (6A-6.1 if you're keeping score).

• Trying to start working on fics and NOT start new ones, but that's probably not gonna happen. As long as I can keep the initial writing under ~15k I'll be happy...

• Oh I also started doing a sleep and lounge set based loosely on a kimono and pants, and I'm almost done with the top and now idk what style pants to make. I'm leaning towards hakama aesthetics but with Dazproofing because I roll and toss and turn and I don't want to wake up and get out of bed and immediately trip.

So uh yeah that's a thing. A lot of things.

I figured out how to do a text cut too. So now I'm a LOT more okay with things like the Ex Saga and general bitching because I'm not automatically subjecting people to stuff. I may not be in the habit of trigger warning stuff (most of my conversations are with a small group or one on one, and I just ask, like, hey, this subject okay? And proceed or back up depending on the answer) but I at least understand the importance of not having a giant negative triggery Wall O Fuckin Text™️ if possible, you know?

Okay I am going to go back to slowly ensuring arthritis and carpal tunnel in my hands and work on either the skirt or kamon. I've got wisteria scented- fragrance? I don't know what the formula is exactly but I really want to roll up on the event with matching visual aesthetic and scent.

#daz life #daz weirdness #daz creative stuff #sweet fuck I can't just focus on one thing ever #but fuck it #full speed ahead till my hands are dead get that bread #tags are really just watching someone's thoughts devolve in real time #also yes I do have a favorite flower why do you ask

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eggedsaladnotlickbait · 2 years

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guys guys i had the wildest fucking dream that was so cohesive and cool that now im legally required to make it a story. heres how the dream went

[ this next bit is copy + pasted from a ramble i sent to a friend early this morning when i had just woken up ]

if god exists then the dream i had was a message from them. i just had an amazing idea for a story

it was kinda like miraculous ladybug where theres these orbs that each give you different powers, them being based on destruction, creation, and the chinese zodiacs. but thats where the similarities stop, because the story becomes much much darker >:)) the universe has been on a pattern of creation and destruction because the holders of the creation and destruction orbs become immortal, or at least unaging and extremely hard to kill. every time the universe restarts, the creation and destruction holders lose their memories and only regain them after a memory trigger takes place. the end-all-be-all for the universe was always a giant, life-size game blackjack, but it wasnt our version of blackjack. all the orbs are color coded and in black jack, all of them except for creation and destruction are placed in a circle becoming a rainbow. creation and destruction still had cards, creation being a creamy white while destruction being black, and if someone got/landed one of these cards, theyd go to the middle. for some reason, if you landed on black and destruction was there, destruction would uncontrollably destroy the entire universe and them and creation would be thrown into this weird "in-between" world

oh, and for blackjack, all the zodiac and both creation and destruction had to be present

destruction was really mentally torn up about blackjack activating the end of the universe, and it had gotten to him to the point where his goal was to get rid of the zodiac orbs permanently and then steal the creation orb so he could use destruction without the universe resetting itself, basically ending the cycle. creation's goal was to convince destruction not to go with the plan and to find a way to break the cycle that didnt involve destroying everything in the process. also there was absolutely romantic tension between the two, these bitches gay

at one point, creation had the idea of letting the creation orb and the destruction orb connect and see if together they could break the blackjack cycle. it actually convinced destruction enough where they went with the plan. the thing about these two is that they essentially have half of the secrets of the universe in each of their memories, destruction having the destructive half and creation having the creation half. this was because the knowledge would be way too great for one person to handle at a time, it literally killing them from the overload of knowledge, their organs basically hemoraging from the stress. what creation and destruction didnt know was that the orbs connecting meant sharing the entire memories of each person along with their powers, meaning they both instantly died from the stress of all the info of the universe (it was already giving them both a headache having half of the info of the universe during the in-between when they both had their memories)

the rules are if they both die at the same time without the orbs being able to connect to a new host (basically, if their orbs are destroyed during the destruction of the universe since their souls are connected to them (cant do that in the in-between since while the orbs themselves can still do funky shit in there, the user cant use that power themselves)), the universe automatically resets and theyre brought back to life in a new universe

in the dream i had, apparently it was a show i was watching, and my friend accidentally spoiled that it ended on a sad end, with destruction destroying everything successfully and creation not being able to stop him. literally in that dream, i was so frustrated that the ending wasnt a positive one that i started dreaming the rest of the show going in the direction of a happy conclusion. i didnt get to it in the dream but the show was heading there istg >:(

anyways yeah im pretty sure that story was sent to me by a higher being /j djghkdsfhgkldsfgkldsf

#tagging this story as destruction's agony for now until i can get a better name. might stick with that tho since yeah its accurate #destruction's agony #original story #ocs #my dreams #weird dreams #cool dreams #miraculous ladybug #kind of?#it definitely took elements from it but none of the characters were there

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disdaidal · 3 years

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I had been stuck on this one, single level in Crash Bandicoot for a solid year.

I rage quit it after every time, after several tries.

Today, something miraculous happened.

I finally passed it. 🤣

#crash bandicoot #i fucking hate sunset vista #i really hate it #also sometimes i feel like i only play cb to torture myself #that i only like it for nostalgic reasons #and for vibrant colors #because it's not a fun game to play #xD #old games used to be like this #then i restarted my gaming a few years ago on ps4 #and i thought i was actually a better gamer than before #because i was able to pass most story-driven action/horror/adventure games #in a matter of three days or something #but this bitch? this bitch right here?#lol no #they made crash bandicoot easier to play in one thing though #once you die you can restart the same level #the good old times on ps1... you went back a few levels #and you had to play them again to reach to the same point just to die again at the same part xD #my god that was stressful #it's stressful even now #video games

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sunshineseung · 3 years

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You Tried // Minho

🍄 | genre: smut ☁️ | pairing: Lee Minho x female!reader 🌿 | wc: 1.9k 🌸 | includes: hard dom!minho, sub!fake dom!reader, consensual sleep play, mentions of safe word (color system), restraints via handcuffs, slight dd/lg because “daddy”, slight pet play because “kitten”, teasing, grinding, degradation, strong!minho lol, angry sex, dumbification, brat taming, unprotected PIV, spanking, doggy style, choking, possessive!minho, lots of dirty talk omg minho is loud, creampie, aftercare, affirmations :), cuddly ending

☀️ | synopsis: When you tie down Minho while he was sleeping, he’s absolutely furious, but there’s nothing he can do about it. You’re the one in control now... right?

Minho yawns loudly, stretching his arms out to find that they’re already stretched to the frame of the bed. He pries his eyes open, unable to fully comprehend why he can’t move his limbs. There’s a cold metal sensation on his wrists, and that’s when it clicks. Looking down, he sees you resting your head on his thighs, staring up at him with eyes glowing with innocence.

“Did you do this, little one?” Minho sounds calm despite his rage slowly boiling in him. You know he always wants to be in charge, his body controlling you, but ever since you had the okay to play with him in his sleep and vice versa, you’ve been wanting to test him a little. “Did you cuff me up while I was sleeping?”

“Maybe…” your voice was as sweet as sugar despite your intentions, “but I just want to play with you, daddy. Is that okay?”

“We can play when my wrists aren’t stuck to the bed, kitten.” He struggles against the restraints. “Until then, you better not try anything with me.”

“Try anything? You mean like this?” You run your hand over the bulge in his underwear, effectively making him semi-hard easier than expected. You continue to run your hand over his length as he hisses and curses under his breath. “Color?”

Minho takes a deep breath in, mentally weighing his options. Either stop now and rail you or see where this goes. As much as he wants to be unchained, he also wants to see just how far you’re willing to take this. “Green.”

“I knew you’d like this!” Your smile was so damn cute, Minho couldn’t help but giggle. You were so eager, beginning to restart your hand motions on his cock. He grunts from his chest as you expertly work his length from over his boxers. “Can I take your cock out?”

“Yeah, suck me off, kitten.” Minho bit his lip while watching you pull his underwear down his legs, revealing his hardened cock. You salivate at the sight of his hot, red tip. It was practically begging to be in your mouth. “It’s rude to stare.”

“But your cock is so pretty, daddy.” You whine as you take his cock into your hand, stroking him slowly to get him as worked up as possible. Your mouth hovers an inch from his member, your breath blowing down onto him. You look so enamored by his cock despite it being inside you countless times.

You kiss his cock before running your tongue along the shaft from his balls to the tip. Keeping eye contact with Minho, you take him into your mouth, taking him about halfway down your throat before gagging and pulling back.

“Aw, I know my kitty can take me all the way.” Minho raises his hips as you suck on the head of his cock, precum dripping onto your tongue. You lower your head back down his dick, and you finally take him fully down your throat. His tip hits the back of your throat as you hold the position for a few seconds, pulling back up to get air. The amount of drool coating his cock was absurd, but seeing his dick glistening with your spit was truly a godly view. “Alright, princess, untie me. It’s your turn.”

“What if I don’t?” You raise your head away from his hips, your hand still stroking his cock. He raises an eyebrow at your disobedience, anger filling his brain again. “I don’t want to uncuff you. You’re my toy today, got it?”

“Don’t play with me. Get these fucking cuffs off my wrists right now.” You shug, speeding up your pace on his cock. Minho twitches in your hand, biting harshly on his lip as he threatens to lose it. “Little girl…”

“Make me.” You smile, taking your hand off his cock so you can take off your underwear set, finally getting fully naked to show off to Minho what he’s missing. You spread your legs over him, leaning back and giving him a full view of your pussy. “Maybe I just want to watch my daddy suffer.”

“This is your last chance. Uncuff me or else, you fucking brat,” Minho growls through gritted teeth. He was really trying his best to keep his cool despite the rage bubbling inside him.

“Or else what? You’ll punish me?” You laugh, moving yourself to straddle him. His cock lays hard against his body while you grind against him, dragging your folds along his length. “I’m not scared of you, Minho.”

“Let these restraints off of me, bitch!” Minho’s voice is deep and serious, his eyebrows furrowed in anger. His arms would be swinging violently if they weren’t held back by handcuffs. You look down at his spasming body and laugh, pressing yourself down even more onto his cock. “You’re so in trouble!”

“Aw, but daddy, you’re not saying the safe word, are you?” Your voice is calm and high-pitched, talking down to him as if you’ve ever been in charge. “Judging by how hard you are, I think you like being tied down by your little girl.”

Minho has had it. Officially. He pulls the cuffs from the bed frame, unable to get proper leverage to get freed. You raise your hips over him, raising his dick with your hand to line him up with your sopping entrance. While he struggles, you lower yourself down onto him, gently riding his cock at a pace of your liking.

“You’re so hard inside me. You must really like this.” You tease Minho, one hand playing with your clit and the other going to his chest to flick his nipples. His groans grow louder as your cunt tightens around him. “You’re such a good daddy for your little kitten.”

“G-gonna cum inside you, fill you with my cum.” Minho throws his head back, moaning curse words loud enough for anyone in neighboring rooms to hear. You speed up the pace, the stimulation from your cunt and your clit quickly becoming overwhelming.

You remove your hand from your clit to play with both of Minho’s nipples, something he never will admit that he likes. He starts twitching inside you, his wrists pulling against the handcuffs harder than ever. He feels his orgasm right on the edge until you stop.

You just stop. Instead of lowering back onto him, you pull yourself off of his cock and lay back, resting on your elbows as you wait for him to react. He bucks his hips in the air at nothing, cock still twitching. Sweat runs down his forehead as he whines from his ruined orgasm.

“Oh, I’m gonna ruin you.” He pulls one last time against the cuffs, one chain breaking and the other cuff swinging open on the side connected to the bed frame. You gasp in fear, scared he’ll be too angry to even look at you. “You’re in for it now, kitten.”

He pounces onto you, pinning you down to the bed so your feet are on the pillows. You know you can’t fight him off at this point. He turns you around so your face is pressed against the bed, but he ruthlessly grabs your hair and pulls your head to the side, forcing you to look back at him. His expression can only be described as lustful anger, the darkness in his eyes combining with the snarl on his face to create a terrifying sight.

And yet, despite the horrific situation, you’re absolutely dripping.

“If you want to act like a slut, I’ll treat you like one.” He spanks your ass with his bare hand, creating a handprint on your skin. The mewls coming from your mouth are absolutely pathetic, and Minho is living for it. “Daddy’s gonna fuck you dumb.”

With your body flat against the bed, he pushes into your pussy, stretching you out in a matter of seconds. His thrusts are merciless, pounding into you from behind while his hands grip your hips. Drool drips from your mouth to the bed with every motion of his, and you can’t moan anything other than a hoarse “daddy~”

An arm swings around your waist, pulling you up against Minho’s chest. While his arm holds you up, his other hand comes around your neck, the pads of his fingers pressing into the sides of your neck. You feel lightheaded from all the pressure, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Color, baby?” Minho grunts into your ear, clearly nearing his climax in no time again. “Cmon, baby. How are you feeling?”

“G-green, daddy. So green.” Your tongue hangs out of your mouth as you moan exactly what Minho wanted to hear. “Feel g-good.”

“Yeah, that’s my good girl.” He chokes you harder, his thrusts becoming deeper and faster. You start to tighten around him as his cock rams into your g-spot with ease. As your vision begins to blur, all you can think about is Lee Minho. “Cum on my cock, kitten. Cum for daddy.”

For the first time this morning, you listen to his orders. The walls of your cunt spasm around his cock, locking him in with your wetness as you coat his dick in the juices from your orgasm. He groans against your neck, sucking a quick hickey on the side where his hand isn’t covering.

Coming down from your high, his thrusts start to get sloppy. The familiar twitching feeling of his cock shoots through you, the overstimulation taking hold of your aching pussy. Your whines go from pleasureful to painful, his cock tearing your pussy apart.

“Now I’m gonna fill you with my cum and you’re not gonna stop me, alright?” He spanks your ass again with the arm that was holding you up, your body falling limp onto the bed with your ass still in the air. As your body falls, his hand around your neck jumps to your hips. He pulls you closer to him by your lips, his cock hitting deeper inside you than before. “Your body is mine, princess.”

“My body is yours, daddy!” He lets out a string of curses and pet names as he shoots his load into you, filling you with his hot cum just like he said he would. You’re too braindead to feel anything other than fullness. His twitching cock holds still against your walls, fully bottomed out as he releases. Minho spanks you one more time before pulling out of you, watching his cum drip out of you before he pushes it back in with his finger, two of his digits thrusting shallowly inside you.

Minho catches his breath and falls back against the pillows. He pulls on your leg in an attempt to get you to get up and go cuddle with him, which you obviously do. His arms wrap around you as he kisses your forehead, holding you as close to him as possible. Your cheeks heat up as you feel his cum continue to drip out of you.

“I’m not actually mad at you, sweetheart. Please remember that.” His kisses continue from your forehead to your nose to your cheeks. “You did so well for me. You always take me so well.”

“Thank you, daddy.” You lift your head up to kiss his lips for the first time that morning. “Can we shower now?”

“You go in before me. I’ll join you in a minute.” You raise your body off of him before realizing that your legs are still jelly. Falling back onto his chest, you both laugh, his arms wrapping around you again. “Alright, I guess not.”

“That just gives us more time to cuddle, right?”

“Of course, baby. More time to cuddle.”

#stray kids smut #skz smut #kpop smut #lee minho smut #minho smut #lee know smut

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jasdiary · 2 years

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“Oh rats..Hiii Vice Housewarden~ I definitely wasn’t doing anything suspicious!~”

Full Name : Noor Fayruz Jawahir

Nicknames : Nono (Close Friends), “No” (Victoria Le Fay @starry-night-rose ), The Sun to my Moon (Davis Novellion @rosietrace ), My Apollo (Davis), Mademoiselle Sable (Rook), Scincus (Floyd), 2nd pain in the ass (Jamil)

Jp Va : Marina Inoue

En Va : Laura Post

Age : 18

Height : 178 cm (5’8)

Homeland : Scalding Sands

Birthday : 8/11 August 11

Zodiac sign : Leo

Species : Human

Hair Color : Syrup Brown

Eye Color : Turquoise

Gender : Female (She/Her)

Sexuality : Demisexual Bisexual

Family : Unnamed mother, Unnamed father, Unnamed sister

Occupation : Student at Night Raven College

Twisted From : Sadira from Aladdin: The Series

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School Information

Dorm : Scarabia

School Year : 3rd (Junior)

Class : 3-C

Best Subject : Summoning

Worst Class : Animal Linguistics

Club : Spelldrive Club

Dominant Hand : Left

Favorite Food : Basbousa

Least Favorite Food : Mustard

Likes : Sand castles, Having friends, Gossiping, Cooking, Teasing people, Getting on peoples nerves

Dislikes : Being disliked, Her personality, getting sand in her hair, betrayal, being alone

Hobbies : Playing Spelldrive, Making Jewelry

Personality :

Noor…I pray for those who come into contact with her. She’s mischievous, prideful, stubborn and overall a very interesting person to become acquainted with. If there’s something she wants, she’ll strive for it no matter what. Most describe Noor as a “bitch”, but they aren’t entirely off. Noor will rarely give people the time of day unless she absolutely has to OR is interested. She finds her wits to be her most important feature. However due to this, Noor tends to drive people away and even brings in enemies. This leaves her with not many friends and people avoiding her or even talking bad about her.

Unique Magic : Sand Glass Timing

“If things won’t go my way, my Sand Glass Timing will MAKE sure it does.”

Noor manipulates sand in the shape of an hourglass to alter a future event, The sand inside of the hourglass dictates how long she has to put this alter into motion. She must animate the events she wishes to see play out in an alter with sand, having to restart from the beginning if a mistake is made.

Once all the sand falls to the bottom, That altered event is set in stone.

Backstory :

The Jawahir family was known for their magical abilities, and they had great expectations for Noor to follow in their footsteps and become a powerful mage. When she received her letter from Night Raven College, they were thrilled!

Bright-Eyed and innocent Noor was excited to learn more about magic and make new friends, but she quickly found out that it wasn't as easy as she thought it would be... She struggled to keep up with the other students and often felt like an outsider.

One day, she met a fellow student who seemed to understand her struggles. They quickly became friends, and Noor felt like she had finally found her place at Night Raven College!!

However, things took a turn for the worse when her friend revealed that they had betrayed her trust. The friend that Noor thought she made went around telling baseless rumors about her in order to make themselves look better. Noor found out about these rumors during class, so when the bell rang, her eyes were blinded by fury as she marched to her “friends'' classroom. Professors and students had to pry Noor away from the fight that slowly became one-sided and bloodier. Noor was heartbroken and felt like she had no one to turn to.

After her 1st year, no one knew the quiet and bright eyed Noor they used to know. She was cruel, sly, and that once harmless smile turned into a condescending grin. She's still wary of who she can trust, but she's determined to make the most of her time at the school and prove her worth.

Random Trivia!

- Noor is pretty skilled with a sword! She thought swordsmanship was cool and thought she’d try it out.

- Noor is considered one of the prettiest people in NRC! Butttt she could care less</3

- She very much still has a soft side. She uses her jewelry making hobby to make things for those close to her.

- She likes messing with Jamil, he’s too much of an easy target for Noor.

- Noor likes using her sand to make things whenever she’s bored. She also does this whenever someone needs cheering up.

- She refused to tell anyone but,,,Noor absolutely SUCKS at video games.

#Noor⏳#Noor Jawahir #twisted wonderland #twst #twst oc #twst ocs #twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland ocs #jas drew a thing.jpeg #scarabia oc

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orange-waterfalls · 2 years

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Boss Battles

Google (blue) x gn!reader

(there’s a 2 week guarantee on soul-currency for fics. this probably took longer, so u get your soul back im so sorry anon idgsfyurgfre)

A/N: this took so much longer than it needed to I had FINALS and PROJECTS and well I mean a social life kjsgdrjgu but it’s done! I’m so sorry! Maybe this is why I’m losing followers HA anyways. Google’s your bestie and he don’t know how to act. He’s mean, we know that. Bit of an unrequited crush on your part, sorry. The title refers to him helping you with boss battles because that’s how you bond! I think the games are Hollow Knight, one of the Dark Souls, and Alien: Isolation and I’ve only played one of those so. Enjoy!

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Boss Battles

Googleplier had been busy trying to figure out the quickest way to destroy mankind when he felt a presence in his general area. He opened his eyes, glancing up to see someone looming over him with this weird smile on their face.

Less of ‘looming’ and more just ‘standing’, but it was startling nonetheless.

“... hello,” He greeted as politely as he could manage.

“Hi, Gregor.” The person formally known as Y-backslash-N responded.

“No.” He dropped the nice act.

“Griffin?” They tried.

“No.”

“... Grey.”

“That’s just a color. May I help you?” He sighed.

“Well, it’s not about how I can help you, but more about how you can help me,” They said, confidently. They paused for a second. “Wait, is that what you said?”

“I think it was, yes.” He raised an eyebrow as they dropped their shoulders.

“I… need… your help.” They sighed

“With what?” He got to his feet. They took a step back from him.

“Games.” They said simply. He fought the urge to groan in annoyance.

“What kind?” He crossed his arms.

“Oh, you know… a few.” They tapped the tips of their fingers together. Google rolled his eyes, debating it in his head. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do, anyways. He thought games were… fun. Sometimes. He locked eyes with them again.

“Alright, let’s see.” They smiled and walked over to the PS5 in his area. He sat back on the comfy chair Oliver had gotten him (too comfortable for his tastes, honestly) and waited for the other individual to set up whatever they were doing. They handed him the controller after getting to their account and opening a game.

“I can’t beat the Nightmare King.” They said bitterly. He scoffed.

“Nightmare King. Bit overcompensating, eh?” He smirked. They scowled at him and faced the screen as he started the fight. He was slightly startled when it began gets hit, gets startled when he loses two lives, gets hit again, tries to run and gets hit a third time. He dies. He looks to the individual beside him, who has a smug smile on their face. He glared at them for a moment, before turning back to the screen.

The battle flew by, and the King exploded into flame in game as he won the fight. He smiled, feeling kind of proud. He will admit that he does enjoy games every once and a while. He turned to them, and now their eyes were seemingly glued to the screen, jaw on the floor. They slowly turn to him.

“Close your mouth, kid.” Google said, exiting out of the game. They snatched the controller out of his hands, mumbling something about a “smug bitch” and searched for another game. He’d started calling them kid, he wasn’t particularly sure why. It just felt like a nickname that wasn’t too affectionate, and it was nicer to say than some others. He had a specific vendetta against “chum” and he wasn’t sure why that was either.

They opened the game, handing the controller over to him once more.

“I’m scared to do this battle because I almost died on the last one. And guess what? No revives. You die, it’s over. I have to restart the game,” they explained calmly. Google raised his eyebrows. They’re trusting him with something like this? “No pressure.”

He cleared his throat and turned to the game. He spent the first minute or so of the battle getting a feel of it. The types of attacks and whatnot. He then spent the next minute figuring out the controls. The next five he spent on the actual battle, until he defeats the enemy and it falls to the ground, curling in on itself and disappearing into the air. He opens his mouth to speak.

“You’ve played this before.”

“I assure you, I haven’t.” He gave them the controller back. They triggered the final cutscene, both sitting in silence through it. He had no clue what was going on, so he felt absolutely nothing, but they seemed a bit emotional, so he let them be. They both turned to look at each other at the same time, when the credits started to roll. “Anything else you want me to do?”

They inhaled sharply and exited out of the game. They found the third one much quicker than the others, and this one Google recognized.

“That’s supposed to be difficult, isn’t it?” He scoffs.

“Yeah, well, so were the last two. You’ll be fine.” They grumbled and handed him the controller again.

Nothing, I repeat, nothing could have prepared him for this game. He was actually, legitimately scared of the alien. It learned. It paid attention. He didn’t know what was happening, but he was on the verge of breaking the controller with how hard he was holding it. The thing passed in front of him as his character hid under a desk. He leaned as far back as the chair would let him and held his breath. It walked away. He let it out, just as he was stabbed through the stomach by it from behind. He jumped and clutched at his shirt, looking down at his torso, just in case.

“The voice actress should get a fucking Oscar for this stupid-ass game.” He wheezed and turned to the person beside him. They were shaking with panic, but had an unhinged smile on their face.

“‘That’s supposed to be difficult’, he says,” they giggled maniacally. He narrowed his eyes at them, offended.

“Hey. Fuck you, that thing is goddamn intelligent,” He defended himself as they continued laughing, slightly fearfully but still entertained. “I need a break after that.”

“Well… we could… always… play something together…” They suggested softly. Google sighed and looked at the xenomorph on the home screen. He then concluded that literally anything is better than that.

“Yeah… yeah, ok.”

You really wanted to beat yourself up for managing to form a crush on the homicidal robot, but he didn’t seem so homicidal when he was picking berries in Don’t Starve Together. Granted he took quite a bit of joy out of the fighting games, but who didn’t? Sometimes you wanna brutally murder video game people and that was ok. Healthy, even!

How did this happen, you’re smarter than this? Why not one of the other ones? Oliver was sweet! Lee was charming! Elliott was… well, he was Elliott. But really? The original? Absolutely tragic. You need to stop watching those ‘I can fix him’ type of romantic movies. You can’t fix a primary objective, reader!

“You’ve been kinda quiet,” he commented after a bit of playing in silence. You sighed and saw him look at you from the corner of your eye.

“Yeah,” you whispered. You didn’t have the confidence to tell him about anything yet. He didn’t make any other comment, so neither did you. A little bit more time passed and you yawned.

“Bedtime,” He claimed, getting up and taking your controller from you. You sputter your disapproval.

“No! I’m fine, I’m not even t--” You cut yourself off with another yawn. He raises an eyebrow as you give him a guilty look. “... tired.”

“We can play some other time,” he said with a shrug. You slumped over and looked off to the side.

“But I caught you in a good mood today…” you mumbled. He paused and turned to look at you.

“What did you say?” He asked. His voice was very monotone, so you could never really tell what he was feeling when he asked. Right now, you didn’t know if he was angry, confused, or straight up just didn’t hear you. You shrugged. He stared at you for a moment, then turned back and turned the console off. You stood up, stretching, and headed for the exit.

“See you later,” You said, smiling. He acknowledged you with a nod and you closed the door behind you.

You ended up at your front door almost instantly, and suddenly remembered that you are friends with an eldritch entity. And have a crush on a homicidal robot. Life of a main character.

You open the door, stepping in with a heavy sigh and heading for your bedroom.

“Yoooo!” A voice shouted from beside you. You jumped, clutching your shirt. You slowly turned to the culprit. Bingiplier was in the middle of your house.

“Bing…” Your voice shook just a bit as you watched the android. Bing was… different than the Googles. Um… G-Bots. “What are you doing?”

“Oh, you seemed sad.” He shrugged, suddenly holding a basketball and twirling it on his finger.

“What? I haven’t talked to you in like… months.” You commented, getting distracted by the spinning object.

“Yeah… uh, see…” He laughed nervously, “that’s funny, because–” You snatched the ball from him, startling the android. He blinked at your glaring eyes.

“Have you and Wilford been low-key stalking me?” You raised an eyebrow. You knew the boys had the absolute best intentions, but they were stupid and creepy about it. Bing’s overdramatic scoff told you all you needed to know.

“Nooo!” He looked away. You grabbed his face and forced him to look at you. His expression turned guilty. Kind of like a dog who tore up a pillow. “Yeeeah…” You rubbed your face and made your way to your room. You could hear Bing following you, but you couldn’t be bothered to tell him off.

You walked into your room, immediately flopping facedown on the bed. You couldn’t exactly breathe, but you didn’t remedy that until it started to hurt. You turned your head to see Bing standing beside the bed. You closed your eyes. You heard the bed shift, opening your eyes back up to see Bing sitting down now.

“Talk to me, babes.” He said, uncharacteristically soft. You huffed.

“First of all, don’t call me that.” You weakly pointed at him. He tilted his head a little. You sighed. “You ever… get a crush on someone you shouldn’t? But… you can’t just make it go away and you don’t wanna ruin anything so you just… stay quiet?” He nodded like he understood.

“Ryan Reynolds.” He said. You snorted.

“Seriously?” You couldn’t help smiling.

“I know! He has a wife! And children!” He whisper-shouted.

“No, I-everyone has a crush on Ryan Reynolds, that’s not what I mean.” You closed your eyes again.

“iHasCupquake on YouTube.com?” He suggested.

“Bing-” You pinched the bridge of your nose.

“Unus of Unus Annus formerly on YouTube.com!”

“... you have a crush on Unus?” You turned to look at him in disbelief. His eyes widened and his face flushed orange before he turned away.

“...n…no…” He lied, pathetically. You rolled your eyes and laid your head back down on the bed. “uh, what about you? Who you crushin’ on?”

“... googleplier…” you mumbled

“What was that, I didn’t catch it.” He leaned in real close, cupping his ear with one hand,

“Googleplier,” you repeat, louder than necessary.

“Just kidding! Heard you the first time, haha! Wow, you’re fucked.” He plopped onto his side on your bed, resting his cheek on his hand.

“Thank you for that, Bing.” You tried to glare at him, but failed. You were too sad to be angry.

“I’m sorry, kid.” You snorted once again and squinted at the android.

“I’m older than you.”

“I can’t think of a gender neutral term. Friend. Pal. Comrade.”

“Captain.”

“Chief.”

“Indie game protagonist.”

“... I’m sorry... friend.”

“Yeah… me too.”

–

“Well, that was tragic,” Lee said after Google’s guest had left. He turned to look at the green android, who was sitting smugly on the couch, feet on the coffee table.

“Excuse me?” He asked. Lee raised an eyebrow.

“Only have one friend and you kick them out after not talking to them for two weeks? Tragic,” He sighed. Google narrowed his eyes.

“I did not kick them out. Humans require rest,” He said, impatient.

“They would have told you if they wanted to go home,” Lee countered.

“They may not have.”

“They’re an adult.”

“They lied to me about being tired.”

“Because they didn’t want to leave.”

“So, I made them for the sake of their own health!”

“You could have let them sleep over.” Google opened his mouth to retort again. He didn’t say anything because he knew Lee was right. “Precisely.” He gave Google a shit-eating grin. The blue android growled and sat down, facing away from his “brother”. He closed his eyes to try and calm down. But he started thinking.

He didn’t talk to his friend a lot. Nor did he spend much time with them. He knew that humans usually required a lot of affection to thrive, but they were an acception. They didn’t need affection, and he didn’t want to give it. They complemented each other well for that reason.

Unless… they didn’t need affection because he didn’t want to give it. They could adapt pretty well. Maybe it was a coping mechanism. They hung out every once and a while and they always seemed happy to be with him, but… maybe this was a one-sided relationship.

He did like them. He did. He just… couldn’t express it like his brothers. Physical affection was foreign to him. Maybe affection in general. He… wasn’t human. That much was clear. Maybe they needed a human. Maybe… maybe they didn’t need him.

“Oh boy, he’s spiraling,” Oliver called out. Google opened his eyes and whipped around to look at him. The yellow android squeaked and hid behind a chair.

“If you wanna rebuild your relationship, you’ve gotta put in the effort, asshole,” Elliott claimed.

“How so?” Google snorted.

“Almost everyone has a main love language. Mine is quality time. Elliott’s is receiving gifts. Oliver’s is physical touch. Bing’s is words of affirmation. Your love language is acts of service,” Lee explains. Google is taken aback by the statement.

“N… No, it’s not,” He argues weakly.

“Oh? Because you refuse to give Oliver hugs, but will water his flowers without being asked when he’s away?” Lee looked Google in his eyes. Oliver smiled at the blue android. Google heard fans start whirring to cool his processor down.

“That’s not–” He started.

“Or because you refuse to do anything nice for Elliott, but always clean his room when he’s had a bad breakdown?” Lee took his feet off the coffee table and leaned closer to Google. Elliott laughed.

“You–” Google balled his hands into fists. He wanted to be angry, but how could he when they’re right?

“Or because you will not say one nice word to Bing, but you learned how to do skateboard tricks for the sole purpose of helping him perfect them? Is that why you think it’s not?” Lee tilted his head innocently like he hadn’t just shattered Google’s worldview.

“... so… what do I… do?” Google gritted out.

“Well, they like it when you help them with their video games, don’t they?” Lee puts his feet back up on the coffee table. Google steeled himself and walked out the door. The other three androids sat in silence for a moment.

“Does he do anything for you, Lee?” Oliver piped up. Lee snorted.

“Nah, he hates me,” Lee sighed.

“He sat with you yesterday and watched the video you asked him to,” Elliott pointed out, turning the TV on and the volume up. Lee blinked, thinking about it. Then, he smiled.

“... he did, didn’t he?” He whispered.

–

You had woken up in the middle of the night, feeling a strange air to your bedroom. You thought maybe Bing was still there for some reason, and turned the lamp on to confirm. Bing was not there. However, you did stare down Google, who was currently watching you from the edge of your bed. You didn’t particularly enjoy the android Blair Witching you, and cleared your throat to express this thought.

“Google,” you greeted. He nodded in response. “What, uh… whatcha doing?”

“Waiting.” He said.

“For?” You asked.

“You to wake up.”

“Why?”

“So we can… play. Games.”

“... why?”

“... it has come to my attention that I have not been such a good friend as of late, ignoring you in favor of doing other, less energy-consuming things. But you are a mortal and a human and you should be able to live a nice, fulfilling life, and you seem to want me to help achieve that. I cannot give proper physical affection, but I have been informed by the other G-Bots that my love language is acts of service. I consider this to be an act of service because I am helping you.” He explained extensively. You blinked, processing the words in your mind, considering it was 1:00 am and you really wanna fall back asleep. “... unless you don’t want me to.”

“No, I-That’s fine… just… can we do it later? When I’m supposed to wake up? Like… noon?” You rub your eyes to try not to collapse right there.

“Oh. Yes. Of course. Sorry.” His shoulders dropped a little more each time he started a new sentence.

“It’s… fine, just… give me a few hours…” You yawn mid-sentence. You fall back down, making yourself comfortable in the bed.

“Um… what do I do in the meantime?” He asked. You snorted.

“Well you could make yourself useful and lay down so I can use you as a heater,” You joked. You then felt the bed dip. You opened your eyes and turned.

Yup. There was Google. Stiffly laying on his back, eyes wide open. His skin had an orange glow and there was a noise emitting from him. Of course he had a heating feature. Why not?

You sigh and scoot a little closer-not too close, you know he’s not comfortable with that- and just take the warmth that’s given to you. Your last thought before falling back asleep is “Google’s such a good friend. My best friend.”

You didn’t realize that you’d mumbled that out loud, and Google heard it. He turned his head to look at you and respond, but you were already asleep. He closed his mouth, looking back at the ceiling. Your words echoed through his mind for another two or three or 50 minutes until he could fully process the gravity of your words and the responsibility placed upon him.

He was a good friend. Your Best Friend.

For the first time in a long time, Google really, genuinely, smiled.

I got a notification for Visit Yancy in the middle of finishing this up so I have an idea for an angsty fic GSDYUADFG

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lazysublimeengineer · 3 years

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you bring color to my monochrome world

Summary: Her smile was the burst of psychedelic hues to Takemichi’s dull, greyscale life.

His loyalty and conviction brought out a multitude of colors to Hinata’s sepia life.

His candid, azure irises painted a sheer, rich texture of prismatic hues to Mikey’s void, insipid life.

Characters:Takemichi H., Hinata T., Manjirou S.

“I wish you a kinder sea.”

— Emily Dickinson

i. I will protect you.

Takemichi was drowning.

He was drowning in the sea of doubt and hopelessness. What was he thinking? Going back to the future to undo every mistake that he did there and save Hina? He couldn’t even save himself from Kiyomasa’s punches and roundhouse kicks. He clenched his fists as he stared at the blinking street lights around the city that evening, ignoring the stares from the other people because of his mottled face and bruised body.

However, was it the right thing to do? To run away again? To struggle in vain and restart his stale life all over again?

He could feel his eyes started to water as he remembered Hina’s forthright yet breathtaking smile when she uttered those words at him in the midst of his own torment and wretchedness: I will protect you.

Her smile was the burst of psychedelic hues to Takemichi’s dull, greyscale life.

And he swore to himself that he won’t fail her this time around.

He would save her.

Even it could him his own sanity and life in the long run.

ii. The only way to win is to kill me! I definitely won’t lose!

The first time that Mikey saw Takemichi was when he was in the middle of an underground fight with Kiyomasa which was to be honest looked like a one-sided battle since the poor guy was being treated like a punching bag by his opponent.

He pursed his lips. Underground fights were stupid and he didn’t want to have the name of the Toman to be tainted by a useless slugfest like this. He was about to make his way there when he stopped midway upon hearing the young man’s speeches that was brimming with firmness and determination.

“The only way to win is to kill me! I definitely won’t lose!”

But the one that caught his full attention was his deep blue eyes shining with tenacity and valor. There were only few people around the world that possessed that kind of reckless yet admirable conviction.

He hadn’t seen that kind of eyes and fighting spirit since his late older brother.

That day he had made up his mind. He needed to have a buddy like Takemichi into his life.

He signaled for Draken to make their presence known when Kiyomasa was getting berserk and demanding for a bat.

The crowd went in complete, deathly silence as they presented themselves and was already beating up Kiyomasa after he succinctly made his existence well known in front of Takemichi.

“Takemitchy. See ya later.” He shot him a carefree grin before he turned away and left the place completely. The young man’s befuddled yet ingenuous expression was forever etched into his memory.

His candid, azure irises painted a sheer, rich texture of prismatic hues to Mikey’s void, insipid life.

iii. I ain’t gonna give her up ever again!

Hinata’s hand was trembling.

Nevertheless, she wouldn’t give these people the satisfaction of seeing the fear creeping up slowly within her. She knew that Takemichi was too trustful and forthright to a fault even though it’s also one of the reasons why she had fallen in love with him.

She just can’t stand there and watched the two delinquents domineered him into their own whims and wants whenever they wanted to. She promised Takemichi that she will protect him after all and she always held and fulfill her own promises.

However, she made a mistake of thinking naively that they can get away unscathed after she pulled out a brave yet foolish stunt of slapping the blond right in front of the class. She tried not to shake as she felt a hand gripped her wrist and heard the threat of the tall male with braided locks that made her swallow thickly.

“Hey. Do you want me to kill you, bitch?”

She heard more words and threats that came out of his mouth before she decided to respond and gave him a piece of her mind. Takemichi was always bruised, crestfallen and lost every time she saw him dropping by her flat. She had enough of these people dictating and treating him like their own slaves. Even if this will put her in a risky situation, she will defend and protect the man she loves.

She was now ready for the consequences of her actions but she was taken aback when Takemichi’s hand gripped the tall male’s shoulder firmly and demanded him to let her go. No. No. No. No. She didn’t want Takemichi to suffer and take the brunt of her actions. If she had to intervene again to save him, then she will have to do it even if it could cost this her own life.

She was about to speak again when Takemichi’s next words made her eyes widened briefly and rooted her to the spot.

“I ain’t gonna give her up ever again!”

It was stated with raw conviction and firm temerity that she had to double take and stared up at him with wide eyes that was brimming with amazement and concern for his well-being now that he challenged the two delinquents in front of them.

‘Takemichi-kun…’ Hinata restrained a gasp as she observed Takemichi in silence. It was like seeing another facet of him that was different from what she used to see. But she liked his tenacity and firmness. He may be a crybaby and wore his heart on his sleeve but she knew that his heart was in the right place.

After a troublesome misunderstanding later and apologies pouring from her lips, she waved goodbye to Takemichi and let him hang out with his newfound friends.

His loyalty and conviction brought out a multitude of colors to Hinata’s sepia life.

And she could never get tired of loving him.

iv. That’s why I’m going to create an era for delinquents.

Mikey stared at the horizon in front of them with a serene smile on his face.

Takemichi observed him from a few distances away, looking at the quiescent male who was sitting on the grass. Draken was also standing a few meters away from them, sporting an unflappable expression on his face.

From what he observed so far, Mikey was a delinquent but he was not a bad guy. He was simply a person who possessed some radical beliefs on his own and translated it into his actions that may be questionable to other people due to his carefree yet strong personality and straightforward manner of speaking.

He had also noted some odd yet interesting behavior from the gang leader himself. Even though he’s mostly laid back and insouciant he had a habit of flipping a switch to his moods seamlessly, revealing a hidden cold anger and ruthless nature from within as he had witnessed on how he just beat up Kiyomasa like it was nothing.

There was a saying that the eyes were the mirror to the soul.

But when he looked at Mikey’s onyx eyes it was a bottomless pit of nothingness. Devoid of any emotion and was a vacuum of an empty black hole. He remembered how he stared down at Kiyomasa like he was nothing more than a pathetic insect under his palm that’s waiting to be crush. And how Mikey’s eyes almost suck the life out of him earlier in that tense situation with Hina, almost resigning himself for the inevitable punch that would come from his hands only to be tricked and playfully derided by him that he’s a dummy and he doesn’t hit girls.

Hence, he had reached a conclusion that Mikey was hard to understand and read his intentions sometimes.

However, one thing was for sure: Mikey was not a bad person and he’d be willing to help and save him alongside with Hina to prevent them from meeting their miserable future and demise.

He just had to convince Naoto to get to the bottom of the problem and find out the reason why Mikey turned out the way he was in the future.

“That’s why I’m going to create an era for delinquents.”

The gang leader didn’t need to convince him twice when he asked him to join his gang after he shared his goal and vision to him. Just looking at his charismatic smile and earnestness, Takemichi knew that he was drawn in. Hook. Line. And sinker.

v. You should come with me. I like your guts. Hanagaki Takemichi.

He stood up but he was still looking at the horizon when he finally revealed his vision and intentions to him, uttering his name correctly for the first time.

“You should come with me. I like your guts. Hanagaki Takemichi.”

Mikey couldn’t picture out his exact reaction to his words but he could already surmised the genuine astonishment and wonder that was written on his clear blue eyes. Then the seriousness and determination that would crossed his face afterwards.

That’s the kind of guy Takemichi was. Honest, sincere, determined yet reckless sometimes when it came to defending his beliefs and the people that he mostly cares about. It’s easy to read him. Just dropped a verbal bomb in front of him and he’ll be getting a multitude of interesting expressions from his face.

…and there were times that he isn’t.

He had seen how Takemichi would be like an open book but with hidden pages that was not visible to the naked eye. Takemichi wasn’t a liar yet he was a secretive person as well. He cannot forget his initial reaction when he asked him casually if he’s really a middle schooler in that school. It was an unguarded moment for the young lad and he had a look that screamed of panic and anxiousness.

Interesting.

Even though Takemichi was an emotionally expressive person and vocal about what he believed was right and wrong, he still couldn’t decipher what his real purpose was. All he knew as of the moment was, he was too protective of his girlfriend Hinata who gave him an amazing slap earlier.

He was willing to defend and fight for her even against to the people like them.

What a reckless guy. But he guessed that was a part of Takemichi’s own charm. He couldn’t help but to be intrigue by this person who possessed those electrifying sky-blue irises and a sheer will determination.

‘Hinata huh? What a lucky gal…’ Mikey thought as he gazed at Takemichi’s profile.

For now, he could only basked in the vibrancy and vivid hues of Takemichi’s presence, coloring his monochromatic world with the promises of hope for the future.

(A/N: I don’t own Tokyo Revengers and any of the characters from this franchise. Inspired by the scenes that shows the relationship and interactions of Takemichi with Hinata and Mikey. I believed in Takemikeyhina supremacy but I lived for some drizzle of angst and pining hence the end results of this one shot. Apologies in advance for some grammatical errors and if some of them are OOC as English is not my native language and I’ve tried my best to keep them in character. Reviews are amusing hence I look forward to hear them from you).

#tokyo revengers #oneshot #fanfiction #takemichi hanagaki #manjiro sano #hinata tachibana #hinata x takemichi #mikey x takemichi #mikey #light angst #pining #character introspection #relationship study #character study #takehina #takemikey

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imagine-a-dream · 3 years

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Simple and true.

Judee Levinson x reader

summary: You work for Judee Levinson and with time developed a crush on her. One day you can't take it anymore and confess your feelings. Warnings: a bit of swearing, tooth-rotting fluff requested by: @sandwichthatcomesinahotdogbox word count: 1228 A/N: I'm so sorry for such a long delay, but I hope you like it! She looked marvelous today, truly. Not that any other day she looked different, to your eyes she always looked like a goddess. You were positive that Aphrodite herself would be jealous of this woman’s beauty if only they met. But this hell of a town could withstand one celestial being at a time, so you were blessed with one and only Judee Levinson’s presence.

It was silly how much attention she could draw to herself even without trying to. You were captivated, absolutely enamored by her, and it felt so foolish yet so right that your heart skipped a bit every time she so much as looked your way, you haven’t had it in you to fight these feelings. And if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you didn’t want to.

In Royston Vasey there weren't many opportunities, so to have a somewhat decent and paid job was a huge luck. So when the new (and to be honest the only one in the whole town) massage salon opened its doors a few months ago, naturally, you were first in line. Being unemployed for a few months (and going crazy from the local restart officer and her antics) you were willing to do any work. What you didn’t plan when applying for this job is to develop a massive crush on its owner and your boss Judee Levinson.

And now you were sitting at the register table, gazing lovingly at the woman of your dreams when you were supposed to file the documents of your clients. Her face seemed like it was glowing from the inside, making her look angelic in the bright light of the sun and lamps. Your gaze trailed slowly over it, taking in the sight.

From her blond locks that were shining in the rays of the sun, to her long eyelashes that were trembling with every flick of her attentive eyes. They could be so cold and calculating, many people have thought that Judee Levinson was a stone-cold bitch, a businesswoman that only ever cared about money. But you knew her better than that. When you were sitting in the comfort of your house, watching an old sap movie, drinking, and laughing, her eyes were glimmering with joy and mischief, with a touch of longing and something else that you couldn’t quite place.

Her icy blue turned into a bright and warm shade of ocean waves under the summer sun when she laughed at one of your jokes. You were one of the only ones, save for her late husband, who had the privilege to see her like this: soft and happy, smiling brightly and freely.

She had quite an infectious smile… Your eyes landed on her plump lips that were painted with soft peachy color. You watched as her tongue flicked quickly, wetting her lower lips only for her teeth to bite into it right after. You gulped at the thought of capturing it between your own teeth… interesting, what kind of sound would she make?

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by their now rightful owner. All of a sudden Judee turned to you and your eyes locked. Your heart started to beat faster and you felt your face grow hot from the embarrassment that she caught you in the act. She looked at you quizzically and tilted her head a bit.

“Is there something on my face?” You only shook your head ‘no’, not being able to talk. “Why are you staring at me then, is my lipstick molded again?” She asked and turned back to her desk looking for a mirror.

“Bugger, I knew I should’ve not bought it, never tried this company before...”

“No, Judee, you look perfect, as always.” That seemingly caught her off guard as she stopped all movements and quickly turned her head to you, “Oh… Why, thanks, luv! At least someone apreccia...”

“I love you.”

Fuck… You froze when realization of the meaning of your words hit you. Your heart fell into your stomach at the horror of the situation. FUCK! Why the hell have you just blurted it out loud in the light of the day? With no reason or preparation before it at all.

You watched as if in slow motion how Judee’s face stretched out in complete shock and her mouth fell agape, forming a perfect ‘O’. She sucked in a breath and you felt the world crumbles around you, expecting and dreading the next words of pity from your boss, that was sure to come after this stupid totally unwanted confession. In a panic you tried to form at least somewhat believable excuse, but to your rescue (or more like a delayed execution) the main door opened and an old man entered your salon.

You breathed out feeling dizzy and nauseous from quickly approaching anxiety. You couldn’t register your surroundings for about 10 minutes until your boss quietly came out of the room where Charlie was doing her job. The moment she stands before you, clearly to break your heart with rejection, you find an excuse to run away from her, and your feelings as well.

You did it for the rest of the day, busying yourself with doing things that weren’t even your responsibility to do, if only not to face the painful truth, or so you thought. At the end of the shift you barely registered Charlie’s goodbye, and were ready to sprint to the safe darkness of your home to cry yourself to sleep after the tremendous humiliation that your bloody mouth caused you, but were stopped by a tenacious hand clutching your forearm.

“And where’d you think you’re going?”

You stopped dead in your tracks and felt your soul leaving your body. Fucking hell… No. You couldn’t face this, not her, not rejection. You dreaded the pity in her eyes. You took a deep breath and turned around, ready to blubber some apologies, but were stopped by Judee’s point finger on your mouth.

“Before you say anything let me ask you and please be honest, did you mean what you said? About your feelings for me.” She removed her finger and stood still, waiting.

Your first instinct was to lie, you felt like a child that was busted for breaking mom’s favourite cup. But when you lifted your eyes to look at Judee's face, you saw only uncertainty and anxiety that were matching your own.

“Yes.” You breathed out. Simple and true. There’s no point in hiding now.

“Oh, thank goodness!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands, jumping a little. The sour look on her face turned into one of joy and you would even dare to say happiness. She smiled widely and took your hands gently into hers.

“I was sure it was all my imagination again. I’m so relieved to hear that! I, too, have… feelings for you. Please, don’t be too harsh. I can’t say it out loud just yet!”

You only smiled through tears and gave her hands a little reassuring squeeze.

“I understand.” You don’t know how long you were standing there in the dim light of buzzing lamps, just admiring each other and smiling softly.

“Shall we go, dear? I know a very good restaurant nearby, we should celebrate!” Judee asked finally. You only giggled and gave her a nod. It was so much like Judee Levinson to celebrate love.

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 3 years

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Real Life Tasks With Ransom Drysdale

An Advent Calendar Of 24 Normal Human Tasks As Performed By A Huge Man Baby

Day 14: There Is Only One Way To Load A Dishwasher

Warnings: Bad Language Words

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

A/N- Oh we are getting closer. And this particular scenario happened between my father and me one night. Luckily no one cut themselves, but we were in a severe disagreement as to how sharp knives were to go into the dishwasher. Turns out I was the logical one. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for @what-is-your-plan-today and @ohthankevans13 for there updates.

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There was the loud sharp sound of laughter from the outdoor patio, which Ransom joined in as well with his own genuine laugh while having a firm hold of your thigh under the table, his thumb sweeping back and forth over the soft material of your leggings while your hand was clasped over his in reassurance, easing his hand loose to weave your fingers through his.

This evening a couple friends of yours came over to the house to visit and have dinner, which you knew Ransom had been a bit apprehensive with. Not that he didn’t like your friends, sure he did, they were perfectly nice people you had grown up with, Rick and Sandy. But they weren’t like Ransom’s usual friends, other people in the same arrangement he had been, trust fund kids who didn’t give two shits about anyone but themselves. Perhaps that was a good thing. He was still learning how this whole being married thing worked.

So Ransom was a bit nervous all damn day, brushing it off though as in ‘He was Ransom Drysdale and did not give a shit what anyone thought about him.’ You knew this to be a lie, that he actually wanted to make a good impression on them. Just from the way he was acting all day, double checking there was enough wine and beer for your guests. That the house was generally picked up looking. He even offered to go pick up dinner, which you were not going to say no to. Writing out a list with a firm “Just pick up this list, NOTHING ELSE.”

And it just raised your suspicions when he came home with steaks. High end expensive steaks that had been hand cut by the butcher at their local shop. You gawked at them as you had actually put burgers on your list. You peeked in the rest of the bags. There wasn't the buns, chips or anything else you had written. But the ingredients for grilled veggies, potato and garlic bread.

“You didn't have to do this Ransom. I thought you were going to stick to the list?” You remarked as you looked at the steaks he so carefully let laid to rest on the kitchen counter before taking them to be grilled.

“Well if we're going to entertain, we’re doing it right.” He responded and that's when it clicked, this was his way of showing he could take care of his family, be something more than what everyone thought him to be, so you dropped it. Going to your tiptoes, you pecked his cheek with a thank you, and went from there.

Now it was the end of dinner, you felt Ransom relax more and all four of you enjoyed a fun conversation, some of which was Rick and Sandy filling Ransom in on some of your younger years, a devilish grin would spread across his face. “Oh trust me, she's still just as bad, just better at hiding it.”

“Hush I'm an angel.” You made a move to gather some dishes when Ransom sprang up to take them from you. “You are the one who fully corrupted me Ransom.” you smirked at him, which you could see a bit of color rise in his cheeks and his eyes crinkling in the corners with a grin.

“Something I take great pride in Princess. I got the clean up, you continue visiting.” He offered and you smiled a thank you while settling back down. Rick and Sandy gathered their plates, with nothing but praises for the whole meal, especially those perfectly grilled steaks, which you glanced at Ransom to see a slight satisfied smirk tugging at the corner of his lips before you turned back to your friends.

Ransom headed back into the house from the patio with the plates and utensils, listening while you restarted the conversation. He didn't bother shutting the door, leaving it open to let the conversation flow into the house as well as the breeze of the evening. Flicking on the overhead light, he popped open the dishwasher and started to randomly put plates in wherever they fit as the dishwasher was already half full from the night before’s dishes as well as their breakfast ones. Then he started dumping the utensils into the tray lining the side made specifically for them. He wasn't paying attention though, forks were going in tines down or up, spoons shoved in any spot they would fit and the wickedly sharp steak knives went in handle down, their points glinting maliciously face up, ready to strike any unsuspecting hand.

Which Ransom did, when he grasped another bundle to shove in, and his palm, slid along the tip of the knife along the meatiest part, near his thumb.

A blossom of red spread on his hand, as well as a sharp surprising pain, making him jerk back and clatter the handful of forks across the dishwasher and floor. “Son of a Bitch!” He yelled rather loudly in shock as red droplets dripped over the dirty dishes and across the tile floor till he got to the sink and turned on the tap. He could feel a wave of naseau wash over him as his vision blurred a moment and sharpened seeing the red swirl down the sink.

You happened to hear Ransom yelp and curse as the door was open, as well as Rick and Sandy who looked with concern towards the house. A glance over your shoulder showed Ransom standing at the kitchen sink, and you could see from there that his face was tensed and almost in pain looking. “Excuse me.” You said hurriedly and pushed from the patio table to rush inside. “Ransom? Oh god what happened?” You grabbed a hand towel to press against the gash on his hand to get the bleeding to stop, his face whiter then usual. “Breath Ransom, don’t pass out.” You tried to draw his attention to you instead of at the red welling up again before you pressed the towel against it.

He hissed when you pressed down from between clenched teeth. “Fucking knife got me while I was loading the dishwasher.”

You glanced at the dishwasher and could see the mess that it was left in. Knowing you would have to set it straight, especially the knives, as half of them appeared to have been tossed in point up.

“Christ Ransom, you gotta put the knives point down for this reason.” You said hurriedly as you pried the towel up to take a peek at his hand. “We have to take you to the emergency room, this is pretty deep. You are going to need stitches.”

“Nah- I should be alright.” He started when he wobbled a bit, his other hand grasping the edge of the counter. Its that moment Sandy poked her head in.

“Do you guys need any help?”

You were immediate before Ransom could protest. “How about a rain check on Cards Against Humanity? I think we need to get some stitches for Ransom.”

Sandy then came in fully to take a look at Ransom's hand. “Let me take a look? I’m a nurse, and can tell you if they will give you any stitches.”

Ransom lifted the hand towel once more and she hummed while looking at it. “Yup, looks just like the cut Rick had a couple years ago. Steak knife get you?”

“Not fucking intentionally.” Ransom growled a bit, getting agitated now feeling he was under scrutiny.

“Ha, Rick said the same thing.” Sandy chuckled and her husband came in, happening to hear her.

“Well I forgot I put the knife in the water when I was washing the dishes.” He came to Ransom’s defense with a dumbass excuse and at this point Ransom was ready to go to the emergency room, just to get out of this curve of a disaster the evening took.

Sandy dabbled at the wound with the cloth when the blood welled up again and Ransom this time felt his head swarm. “Im going to...” and thats when he slumped, you and Sandy trying to catch him and Rick managing to get his arms under Ransoms armpits and ease him down to the floor. You straightened up with a hand against your lower back and one pressed to your baby bump, sighing.

“Ransom can’t handle blood... I’m hoping this isn’t whats going to happen with shitty diapers to.”

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After You managed to get Ransom to the emergency room, and he was once again patched up and left alone, you were sitting nearby, counting your fingers and muttering to yourself.

“What are you doing Y/N?” Ransom winced as he flexed his hand a bit, and you smirk at him.

“Counting how many times we have been to the emergency room in the past 6 months. This makes three times. You are like a walking talking disaster Ransom, I’m a bit surprised it has been this long since we’ve last visitied.”

He glared at you while he stood and took his coat from you to shrug it on. “Eat Shit Y/N, I never visited the emergency room till I hooked up with you. What does that say?”

You shrugged. “That I’m not as much as a dumbass as you Ransom, but that’s okay. I love you anyways.” You tuck into his side as you two leave the room.

“Yea yea, Love you to Y/N.” He rolled his eyes, wincing as he dug his injured hand into his coat pocket, looking for the Beamers keys.

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