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The Final Promise₊˚✩⊹

Chapter 2

Linked Universe x reader

Warnings: Angst, fluff, soft and domestic, suggestive themes

Authors note: I was too excited to not post this lmao :3c

Time seemed to stop, and you didn’t mean by the Old Man.

Time literally seemed to halt. You stared at Rusl, trying to find any signs of lying or amusement in his eyes, as if this was some joke. A cruel, twisted joke.

“W-what?” you asked, the only word you could muster. You could feel your fingers shake on the table. You didn’t want to believe what Rusl said, or did you? You weren’t sure.

You weren’t sure if you’d accepted the fact on whether or not you were coming home ever again, but you didn’t think it would happen now, or so soon. Maybe Hylia wanted to see how your head would react. A twisted game for her, like it always is.

“Are you sure that’s what she said? Maybe she meant something else-"I know what she said. I may be old, but I saw what she wrote clear as day. There’s another mirror.”

Before anyone could say anything else, you stormed out of the cottage, the door squeaking on it hinges as you storm out.

“Y/n! Wait!!” Hyrule yells after you.

Before you could stop yourself to calm down, you break into a spring, heading straight towards the forest. You needed to run. Run. RUN.

This couldn’t be happening. You researched and combed through Hyrule Castle’s archives to find any sliver of hope that you’d be able to come home. Even if it said it was impossible, you never found anything to begin with. You had no answers.

You don't know when you stopped running, you panted as you sat up against a tree, silent tears running down your cheeks and down your neck. Breathing was so difficult, you began hiccuping and hyperventilating, gripping onto your hair for any kind of grounding back into reality. That’s when you felt something wet on your forehead.

Looking up, you were relieved for it to just be Wolfie, or Twilight.

“Twilight you shouldn’t have followed me.” you whispered into his fur.

Twilight turned back into his Hylian form, your face still in his pelt.

“I needed to make sure you were okay. Can’t leave you alone, especially in Faron Woods. Who knows what’s still out here,” he murmured into your hair, combing through your sweaty locks. He kissed the top of your forehead, hesitating before pulling back.

“It’s gonna be okay, Y/n. I promise. We’ll be with you, every step of the way, ok? We’re gonna find you a way to go home. Whether it be this lead or if we find something else.”

You sighed. Twilight was always the more outwardly calm person in the chain, alongside Time and Warriors.

“Twilight that’s the thing… I’m not even sure if I want to go home. It’s probably been years back home, hell I don’t even know if I have my apartment or my friends or… But its not like I don’t want you, y’know? I’ve been dreaming of going home since I first came here, I’d been up for nights at a time just researching in the underground library archives. I-I don’t know what to do or think, Twi.” you rambled, voice breaking at the end, letting more tears slip out.

“Although I don’t know exactly what you’re feelin’, I’m here for you, whatever it is that happens. We’re all here for you.”

He takes a breath.

“Speaking of the others, we should head back to the village, the others are probably worried sick about you.”

You nodded without a word, getting up and making back to Ordon Village together, Twilight wrapping his pelt around your shoulders. It smelled like him, you thought.

Twilight never gives anyone his pelt, its the one thing he sees as his. So why’d he give it to you? He has no idea. Instinct, he thinks. It’s cold, you needed it more than him. He looks down at you, your pink cheeks and wet lashes making you look more fragile and doll-like. Your cute nose sniffing every few seconds, breathing in the cold air. Your ears were so small, littered with at least 3 or 4 piercings, one of which was a triforce.

Twilight smiles slightly. He always liked the little pieces of “memorabilia” you had of them. It was incredibly strange and unsettling when they first found out, but he sees it more as like your belonging to them admiration of them.

Twilight’s train of thought stopped for a moment.

Where the hell did that thought come from?

Before he could ruminate on his psyche, he’s shaken out of his thoughts by Wind yelling “Oh thank fucking Hylia!”

You came back into Twilight’s treehouse, heading toward the bathroom to take a warm bath. You noticed that the tub was already filled, hot steam coming off the surface of the water. You’d have to thank whoever drew you the bath.

Stripping your clothes, you set them in a pile near the door. You step into the tub, wincing slightly at the hot water making contact with your skin. It was a bit too hot for you, but you knew the water will cool off fast enough, so you powered through it.

You sighed. This was nice. Even with the chaotic stream of thoughts coursing through your head, the bath seemed to dull it, even for just a moment. You grab your hair and start combing through it, no doubt getting knots from running through the woods earlier. You look at the necklace Four made for you a few months ago. It was to commemorate a year being with the Chain, which in retrospect should’ve made you sad, but it made you extremely happy and grateful for everyone in the group

You knew it was much easier to come across rarer metals and jewels here than back home, but you were still just as in shock when you realized what it was made of. You remember sobbing from joy when you received it, as you never held something so expensive and meaningful in your entire life.

The necklace was made of metal sourced from Death Mountain but you had no clue what the gem in the triangle shaped cavity was. It looked like emerald, but the boys said it wasn’t that, and that they won't tell you. They were so petty at times.

You were startled out of your thoughts when there was a knock at the door.

“I brought you some fresh clothes, Dove.” Ah Sky, honestly you were a little relieved it wasn’t Legend or Wars, knowing they’d say something snarky or suggestive.

“Come in Sky.”

You could hear the cogs turning in his head for a moment before he entered, red in the face. You almost laughed at what you were seeing.

Sky turned his head away from you and covered his eyes, just to spare you some dignity.

“I-uh gave you one of my older shirts since you don’t have any other clean ones and its thicker, so it’ll help keep you warm and it has-”

“Sky, for the love of god you’re making this more awkward than it has to be. You’re sweet for being so thoughtful, but we’re both adults Pumpkin.” you mused, chuckling a bit.

Sky finally made eye contact with you, but still avoided your eyes for the most part.

“Right. Um, well, I’ll just leave these on the chair then.”

Sky then stared at you. Not in a creepy way, just in admiration and awe. Luckily, the rest of your body was hidden under the bubbles of the soap in the water, so its not like he could see anything anyway.

He then walked up to you and sat down outside of the tub, still gazing at you.

“I was so worried about you earlier, Songbird. Are you alright now?” he asked, worry crossing his face.

You sighed. Ever the most thoughtful. Bringing your hands from under the water, you cup his cheeks looking right into his eyes.

“Don’t worry so much about me, Sky. I’m fine now. Twilight calmed me down a bit, but you know how shocking such information can be. I just need a bit to process, y’know? I’ll be fine though.”

You gave him a small smile, trying to read the thoughts behind his eyes. He just kept looking at you. You swear he looked at your lips a few times. Biting his lip, he asked “Can I wash your hair for you? No offense at all, I just wanted to offer because you never know when the next time we’ll get to be clean again.”

You nodded with a smile, sitting back against the porcelain tub, handing Sky the glass bottle of soap. As soon as he lathered his hands, he started massaging your scalp, a feeling you’ve missed so much.

“Fuck, Sky, that feels so good.” you said, not realizing the tone or implication you said it in.

Sky’s breath hitched, but you didn’t catch it, too busy on the sensations on your scalp.

“Yeah?” he whispered, looking at your bare shoulders that were littered with scars from your journey with them, wishing he could wash them away. He felt his ears get hot from your soft sounds, happy that you felt so comfortable and wishing you’d make those sounds more often domestic with him.

Suddenly the movement stops. Opening your eyes, you turn your head over your shoulder, almost jumping at how close his face is. Your gaze flickered to his lips, almost as if it was instinct.

“Sky… I-” “I’ll let you finish up.” And with that, he left, softly shutting the door behind him.

What the HELL is he thinking???

Sky gripped his hair, walking down the hallway, panting slightly.

He was so… close to you. He could smell the soap on your skin. He could see the different colors in your eyes. He felt strange. He knew he liked you… and not just as companions or friends… he wanted more. He felt happier, lighter since you came around. He genuinely laughed for the first time in ages.

It seemed like there was a spark of sorts between the two of you, but he didn’t want to assume or jump into anything… yet, at least. He needed a minute to calm down.

#yandere linked universe x reader #linked universe x reader #yandere linked universe #linked universe au #link x reader

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snapscube · 7 months

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So you mentioned the Amazing Spider-man movies, what are your thoughts on them? For me; I was pleasantly surprised by 1 AND 2. Like 2 is bad, real bad, but the jokes were legit, Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone are just...an amazing on screen couple and until the transformation Harry is a really fun villain....just sucks that most of the movie is exposition about peoples relationships to one another or experiments done mostly off screen.

TASM1 is perfectly serviceable as a standalone project and was definitely not the worst jumping off point, but it struggles to really properly understand Spider-Man/Peter as a personality. Peter absolutely doesn't have to be a goody two-shoes loser, all of the best adaptations of Peter imo can have some serious attitude and grit to their persona, but TASM1 kinda over-corrects on the Tobey Maguire "shy nerd" angle by making Spidey a bit too much of a dick. I remember the movie getting a lot of praise for finally making Spider-Man funny and quippy, praise I similarly gave at the time, but it really... doesn't do that nearly as much as ppl gave it credit for??? There's like ONE scene where Spider-Man is kinda jokey with someone he suspects to be Ben's killer, but that scene kinda stinks because he's not quipping as much as he's like actively cruel lmao. Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone had great chemistry though and you can tell Marc Webb knew his stuff when it came to directing that kind of romantic tension, seeing as how his previous project was 500 Days of Summer. All-in-all, it's a Fine movie but it's not a fantastic adaptation of the things I personally like about Spider-Man.

TASM2 is so much more intriguing to me to watch and to talk about. It's genuinely baffling how that movie ended up like it did, but in a way that almost anyone could have predicted. That movie STINKS. It's really really bad. But it also has kind of the opposite problem to TASM1 in that... TASM1 is a good movie that doesn't properly showcase the character of Spider-Man, whereas TASM2 is a garbage movie that features some of the best live action Spider-Man scenes/setpieces we had seen and would ever see to this day. It's sincerely tragic how many great INDIVIDUAL MOMENTS are in that movie, and how loosely connected they are by some monumentally stupid studio meddling. That movie has everything going in its favor with Andrew Garfield in the lead, the best live action Spider-Man suit to this day, the most thrilling and well rendered swinging sequences put to film, and the occasional glimpse of a true Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man that is down on the ground connecting with and watching over not just the city itself but the people within it. There's a montage in the middle of the movie that features Spider-Man on his daily patrol and he comes across as just so PRESENT and on the same level as the people he protects, meanwhile in the audio track you hear newscasters and interviews fiercely debating whether or not what he does is actually worthwhile. And that shit HITS. But unfortunately that kind of stuff is still too rare and it far overshadowed by Sony desperately trying to make a Spidey Cinematic Universe without earning it. Ultimately they had all of the pieces to make a truly definitive adaptation of Spidey that I feel like almost anyone could get behind, but they just... couldn't. Even Spider-Man PS4, commonly lauded as one of the most definitive Spidey stories of all time, uses SO MUCH of the same DNA of the Amazing Spider-Man films, but the difference is that it had the space to be only exactly what it needed to be. Nothing more, nothing less. Anyway I could talk more about this for sure but I'm looking at the length of this write-up and wincing already LOL.

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blaisenova · 7 days

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ermmmm like i dunno if you're still doing requests buttt could you do like kustard but it turns to dustard

that dynamic always interested me but i never see much about it :3

anon, has anyone ever told you that you're a genius?

the kustard to dustard pipeline is WOEFULLY UNEXPLORED. WHICH SUCKS BECAUSE IT'S SO FUCKING GOOD. so, naturally, i was REALLY excited when i got this ask. yippie!!! an excuse to write fun fucked up dynamics!!!!!

this one is pretty tame. i can't think of any warnings you might need other than it being like..... long and, obviously, kinda angsty. it's fluffy in the end tho. but that's what you get when you ask me to write i guess LOL

thank you all for the requests btw!! i was NOT expecting so many after the kist fic, but i am pleasantly surprised and am trying to chip away at them as quickly as i can. spat this one out in a few hours, so it might not be my best work, but i'm happy with how it turned out either way :)

as always, the link to this fic on ao3 will be in the reblogs once it's posted, if that's your cup of tea (as it is mine LMAO)

i hope this feeds you well anon. thank you for the ask <3

It was undeniable that the multiverse was an entirely cruel and ruthless place.

Or, at least, that was what Red had wholeheartedly believed up until he’d met his other self, in a universe that was so very unlike his own. A universe where the typical LOVE of any given passerby was nothing higher than 1; where Sans and his brother were kind to one another in public; where there was so little need for the royal guard that the worst Sans got for sneaking off to Grillby’s during his shift was a slap on the wrist. It was difficult to believe that a place like that could exist – that it could be self-sustainable, since, logically, their weakness should have led to their downfall – and even harder to look at it as anything more than a childish fantasy that had yet to find its catch.

Initially, Red hated Sans.

It felt ridiculous, looking back upon it – in the moments when his head lay in Sans’ lap and gentle fingers traced over his scars like they were poetry written in a language Red had never bothered to learn, and he wondered what Sans saw in him that he hadn’t seen; wondered if this was what it felt like to love himself – but it was the truth. It had taken him a while to understand that the circumstances in which they’d grown were enough to turn them into two different people; that hating Sans wasn’t so much like hating himself, or what he could have been, as he wanted it to be.

Really, Sans was so unsuspecting that Red had been foolish enough to let his guard down, forgetting that then was when feeling was the most liable to appear.

He hadn’t expected to fall in love with the laugh – genuine, unabashed, and lacking all of the gruffness of his own – of someone whose humour was just as terrible as his own.

He’d been far too blind to realise how incredibly endearing it was for someone to wake up and allow themselves to be bleary and half-asleep, cuddling into his arm without even meaning to, even if it meant opening themselves up to being easily picked off.

In allowing someone into his blindspot that he’d believed to be too weak or foolish to use it against him, he’d failed to remember that it was the softest words that cut the deepest, when they would bleed him dry so tenderly and lovingly that he couldn’t even think to fight against the bloodloss; when, instead, he’d lean into the knife and ask them to twist it. The wound was soul deep, and the soul’s wounds could not be so easily ignored.

Though, it was a small price to pay to hear that raucous laughter over jokes that weren’t even funny. Trivial, really, in comparison to soft smiles and gentle touches that moved slowly just to prove to him how tender the world could really be.

“Earth to Red.”

A soul for a soul; a life for a life. They gave one another all of themselves, promised each other that it was enough, and it was. For once, it was, just to be soft.

“Come in, Red.”

There was gentleness in the multiverse, hidden until it was allowed in.

Tiredly, he bat away the hand that waved in front of his sockets, only to grab it by the wrist and pull it back down, firmly, on the crown of his skull. With a laugh, the fingers scratched gentle circles into the bone, and Red hummed happily at the feeling, allowing his sockets to slip shut as he lay against Sans’ legs.

“Where’d you go, space cadet?”

“Nowhere,” he grumbled, sighing softly as he fully relaxed into the touch. “Must’ve dozed off.”

Again, there was that laugh, and Red’s soul fluttered. “With your eyes open?”

“It’s a little known talent of mine,” he hummed.

“Gee, must be handy,” came the response, and amusement never sounded so beautiful. “You’ll have to teach me sometime.”

“Nuh uh,” and he couldn’t stop himself from snorting. “It’s genetic.”

“Ah, damn. Guess we gotta add that to the list of differences.”

“Guess so.” His breath hitched as the hand on his head trailed downward to cup his cheek. His browbones furrowed, ever so slightly, and he felt himself go tense.

“Hey. Look at me.”

After a moment, Red opened his sockets, and there was no sight more welcome than the face of his lover. Each time he saw him was like the first, and Red drank in each of his features as if they’d disappear at any moment: smooth bone, unmarred by chips and cracks; eyelights that glowed softly in dark sockets, like how he imagined fireflies might; ever present, gentle smile that smoothed away his worries. Oh, to be so untouched by cruelty. He’d do anything to keep it that way.

“‘Sup,” he breathed, and Sans’ smile widened as he snorted.

“‘Sup,” he returned. His thumb ran circles over his cheek, and Red leaned into the touch. “You okay?”

With a snicker, he rolled his eyelights at the question. “Super duper.”

Despite himself, Sans laughed too, but, still, pressed on. “You sure? You were spacing out pretty bad before. Like, way out in deep space,” he emphasised, unnecessarily. “No planets around, just stars. Way beyond our galaxy. Uncharted territory. Where no man has gone before.”

“Alright, alright, I get the picture” Red interrupted, though not without chuckling. “‘M okay. Was just thinking.”

When Sans’ head cocked to the side, Red couldn’t help but grin. “About?”

“Uranus.”

At first, his sockets simply narrowed, confused, then all at once, “Ura– Oh. Alright, perv. Har har.”

But, he was laughing, and Red was, too, like it was the funniest joke in the world despite it not even being funny. Maybe it didn’t matter, if Red was the one to say it; if Sans was the one to laugh. Maybe, then, it could be good, even if it wasn’t, really. The sound of their laughter, something shared and sacred, was what Red imagined it might feel like to hear the birds chirp when the sun rose and turned the sky whatever colours it was supposed to when it drove the night away. He hoped that it was blue, like Sans’ favourite colour, but the pictures in his textbooks were too faded to be sure.

When he tuned back in, the laughter had tapered off.

“You do that a lot, y’know,” Sans noted, almost absentmindedly, and his hands turned back to trailing shapes on Red’s skull.

He grunted at the feeling. “Do what?”

“Go to space,” Sans said, simply. “Or… somewhere else. That I can’t reach.”

Red frowned, closing his sockets to cut off the dull thrum of agony he felt in his soul whenever Sans’ smile didn’t reach his eyes like that. “I do it less than I used to. It used to be better, somewhere else – anywhere else – but ‘m not so sure anymore.”

“Where would you wanna go?” he asked, in a whisper. “If you could go anywhere. Anywhere at all.”

For a moment, Red considered. The answer would have been easy before – the surface, of course. Where Paps and every other monster longed to be – but access to the multiverse had opened up options that he’d never known existed. If he could conceive of a place, it surely existed, somewhere. Any place. Anywhere. Anywhere at all. But, if kindness was so thoroughly hidden, why should he want to look for it anywhere else?

“Think I’d rather just stay here,” he hummed. “With you.”

Maybe he should have questioned the way that Sans’ hands stilled at his answer. Maybe he should have opened his eyes; looked at his face; seen his expression; known what it meant.

But, he didn’t.

“Geez,” Sans breathed, with a laugh that sounded breathless. “My answer feels stupid in comparison.”

“Yeah? What’s yours?”

“Anywhere else. Anywhere at all.”

In hindsight, Red should have known it was too good to last; too good to stay good.

A universe where the typical LOVE of any given passerby was nothing higher than 1; where Sans and his brother were kind to one another in public; where there was so little need for the royal guard that the worst Sans got for sneaking off to Grillby’s during his shift was a slap on the wrist. It was difficult to believe that a place like that could exist – that it could be self-sustainable, since, logically, their weakness should have led to their downfall – and even harder to look at it as anything more than a childish fantasy that had yet to find its catch.

Of course, there was a catch.

There was always a catch. Every childish fantasy grew tainted with time, like the innocence of children was stripped with age. Every fairy tale book grew weary and old, pages yellowed and frayed. Every picture faded, until you couldn’t be sure whether the sky was blue or grey.

But, you hoped it was blue anyway, and maybe that was your mistake.

It was undeniable that the multiverse was an entirely cruel and ruthless place. That was what Red wholeheartedly believed. Maybe, after all, there was a reason that love and LOVE were spelled the same.

Try as he might, though, Red could not hate him.

It felt ridiculous – in the moments when hands clamped around his neck like a vice, choked by the grip and the grief that came with it, as if the two were one in the same, and they would both cry, both tremble in fear, or fury, or something worse, and Red would think that this was what it was like to hate himself – but it was the truth. It had taken him a while to understand that the circumstances in which they’d changed were enough to turn them into two different people; that hating Dust wasn’t so much like loving himself, or what he could have been, as he wanted it to be.

Really, Red had underestimated Dust as he had been before; had assumed that kindness meant the incapacity for cruelty.

And, in allowing someone into his blindspot that he’d believed to be too weak or foolish to use it against him, he’d failed to remember that it was the softest words that cut the deepest, when they would leave scars so deep that all he could think of was how much he missed the feeling; when he’d search for the knife and throw himself against it. The wound was soul deep, and the soul’s wounds could not be so easily ignored.

Before, he’d thought it was a small price to pay. Trivial, really, in comparison to what he had to gain from it. As if it were a simple transaction as opposed to something living, and breathing, and ever changing; as if he would never have to be the one who was tender; as if that made it anything less valuable.

“Red.”

A soul for a soul; a life for a life. They gave one another all of themselves, promised each other that it was enough, and it was. Just as before, it was. Harsher now, but Dust had taught Red to be soft, and Red would teach him what he’d forgotten.

“Red.”

There was gentleness in the multiverse, hidden until it was allowed in.

With a jolt, he came back to reality to a slap on the face, not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to be startling. He frowned, but, nonetheless, took his hand by the wrist and guided it to the crown of his skull. Hesitantly, as if spurred on by some muscle memory, the fingers ran in gentle circles across his bone, and Red hummed in approval at the feeling as he lay against Dust’s legs.

“Where’d you go?”

“Nowhere,” he mumbled, unconsciously leaning into the touch. “Must’ve dozed off.”

“With your eyes open,” Dust said, and it wasn’t a question. “Freak.”

Immediately, Red snorted. “Guess we gotta add that to the list of similarities.”

Despite himself, Dust laughed; the sound short, subdued, and nothing like the laugh he’d fallen in love with, but something about it made his soul flutter, nonetheless. “Guess so.”

After a moment, Red opened his sockets. Each time he saw him was like the first, and Red drank in each of his features as if they’d disappear at any moment – as they had before – smooth bone that crackled and buzzed with magic, refusing to be underestimated; eyelights that glowed brightly in dark sockets, like how he imagined neon signs would on a city street in the middle of the night; a face shrouded by shadow, as if it was saved for him alone to see. In the end, he’d been marred by cruelty despite Red’s best efforts, but he was beautiful nonetheless.

“‘Sup,” Dust mumbled, and the edges of his mouth quirked up in an attempt at a smile.

Slowly, Red lifted his hand and, ever so gently, cupped Dust’s cheek, pausing when his breath hitched, but, with the same caution, Dust leaned into the touch; barely enough to be noticed, but Red noticed. This time, he saw. “‘Sup,” he finally returned. “You okay?”

“You’re going to disappear,” Dust whispered, and his voice broke on the words in a way that made Red feel hollowed out. “You’re going to go somewhere else. Somewhere that I can’t reach. Like you do when you go to space. It scares me.”

Browbones furrowed, Red ran gentle circles across his love’s cheek, staying silent as Dust took in a shuddering breath to continue; a quirk Red had grown accustomed to.

“I remember what you told me before,” he said, and his hand came up to desperately hold Red’s to his face, like he might forget it was there if he didn’t make sure. “That you did it because it was better to be somewhere else – anywhere else. Do you want that now? To be somewhere else? Away from me?”

“No,” Red said, and the lack of hesitation in his answer surprised even himself. “I don’t want that.”

Again, Dust’s breath hitched, and he frowned, like the answer wasn’t enough, and, maybe, it wasn’t. His fingers threaded between Red’s, and, when he clutched onto his hand, Red squeezed back, holding him with desperation to match. Dust laughed, a breathless sound. “I’m not the person that you loved.”

Scoffing, Red rolled his eyelights at the notion. “Of course you are.”

“I’m not,” Dust insisted, and something about it was a plea.

“Then,” he breathed, “I love you. This you.”

And, with a breath that was cut off with something that sounded suspiciously like a sob, Dust leaned forward – over Red’s body, as if to trap him – and pressed his chest against Red’s. His ribs fluttered with each breath, and Red guided his stuttering breaths with deep inhales that interlocked their ribs with each one. His hand remained stuck to Dust’s cheek, and he squeezed gently, relieved when Dust squeezed back to let him know he was still here; in this reality, not another.

“Breathe,” Red commanded, soft; soft, like he’d been taught. “I’m here.”

Dust took a heaving breath – deep, frantic, like he’d been drowning – and, in a voice that sounded so much like before – reminding Red once more that this was the person he loved, despite the change – he whispered, “Where would you wanna go? If you could go anywhere. Anywhere at all.”

The question made him sputter, for a moment. Then, with a breathless laugh, “Seriously?”

“Please,” he pleaded, so what could Red do but answer?

The answer would have been easy before – here; here, just like before – but, despite how they fought against it, things had changed. Did that mean his answer had to change? That his longing had to shift, too? The multiverse was infinite. If he could conceive of a place, it surely existed, somewhere. Maybe even somewhere that Sans stayed Sans, but would it be the same? Any place. Anywhere. Anywhere at all. But, if kindness was so thoroughly hidden – had been ripped from Dust’s grasp with the signature ruthlessness of the multiverse – then why shouldn’t Red be it? Like Dust had been for him, before.

“Think I’d like to stay here,” he hummed. “With you. Still.”

And, this time, Red noticed the way that Dust’s breathing slowed to a stop; felt the way that his magic crackled between his joints; how something wet slipped between their fingers on Dust’s cheek; knew what it meant.

“Okay,” Dust whispered.

“What about you? Where would you go?”

There was a pause – a moment as Dust inhaled once more; held Red’s hand tight, but oh, so gentle – before he managed to answer. “Here,” he said. “With you.”

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sweeneydino · 10 months

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Random Fanfic and AU Ideas I'm writing down now so I don't forget it. Some of these are old.

Angst and Blood Warning, btw.

If anyone wants to write it, please feel free to take it. I'm running out of reading material, and I'm having withdrawal.

Never listen to Kikuo while drawing man, really makes you make some depressing shit 💀

A Blanket For Your Troubles:

Leon didn't make it out of the prison dimension.

His soul, in the image of him as a tot, remains unable to rest and haunts a strange world similar to his own where he meets four older mutants like him who try to help him move on.

He either remains dead and goes back to his ancestors or somehow is able to reunite with his family.

Depends on how much you want to hurt.

To prove yourself:

Three sets of the unique family end up trapped in the Rottmnt universe, where they must raise the Rottmnt crew with a recently mutated Splinter.

However, the differences between them prove to cause a rift in a certain young slider who's growing self-hatred comes to head in one final encounter.

Where he must prove himself.

Cruel Joke:

When you're on your death bed, you expect to be met with those you've loved who were lost along the way, greeting you with open arms.

What you don't expect is to awaken with four baby versions of you and your siblings, crawling all over you, and an image of your father that is vastly different than from what you can remember.

The universes final "Fuck you", to the last ninja turtle standing.

Party Crasher:

A fun, annual universal gathering of your favorite TMNT versions is rudely intruded by one incredibly injured and very feral, red-eared slider that gives one of them a cast and the other a minor concussion.

With their party ruined, the collection of turtles, and their companions, must begrudgingly help this strange turtle rediscover their identity and heal fast to discover just what the absolute hell caused so much damage to something so young.

Also, they like apples.

Not my brothers:

The smallest holds them together. So when the youngest dies in their arms, they lose their glue.

The blue one becomes protective and clingy. He assumes the worst and uses his blade to fix it.

Purple keeps track and imprisons to keep safe. He's not afraid to use his tech for certain situations.

Big red keeps them from straying far, no matter what must be done to do so.

Michelangelo must treat these versions of his brothers like monsters that'll kill him at a moments notice because thats exactly what they've become.

Idk that's just what I remember. I don't like it.

Blood in the Streets:

Leon gets a strange yokai disease that makes him crave flesh. He has to hide the problem while his brothers help a newly arrived vampire hunter hunt down beasts. Unfortunately, he is quite attractive.

Lmao vampire love story lol Leosagi.

Better than twilight

I don't fucking know I'm sleep deprived💀L

If there are any fics like these things, I'd love to see them. I need more book pages while I procrastinate.

Why am I so lazy

Just posting shiz

#ao3 works #ao3fic #rottmnt #tmnt #art #crossover #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt crossover #tmnt au #au idea #ao3 art #fic ideas #fanfic ideas #angst #angst with a happy ending #free to use #leos the favorite child #remember kids you can overexaggerate stuff for profit

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thank you mj ( @mjjune ) beloved <3

i’ll do these for paramoiiiiii (which is pronounced para-MWAH bc i’m kissing it)

1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

oof. paramour has a lot of things going on in it, a lot of which are unintentional but evolved as i began to piece together the characters and the narrative. i don’t think paramour can be boiled down to a singular “main lesson” because i don’t think there’s really a lesson to be HAD. you can definitively read paramour for all of the deep thoughts i have about religion, masculinity, sex, gender presentation, and societal expectations, as well as like the horrors and suffering that greed can bring… or you can just read it as two guys who take the most stupid roundabout way to realize maybe the sex does have feelings. maybe the porn in fact has a little plot.

a lot of the messages woven into paramour have been marinating and maturing in me since 2020 tbh when i really started to allow me to be yknow. MYSELF. and so because i love them they got the projection beam as ya do.

2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

paramour is inspired chiefly by steampunk, rococo fashion, and france. lmao. the entire universe that paramour is in (which includes wips like alizath, teardrops, and that one wip that is new and budding but doesn’t have a name yet) is inspired by me bastardizing and colorizing (aka making every mc and all the characters black) europe bc i’m tired of fantasy, mythology, and history and all the things that i enjoy as a person being dictated and delegated to white people. so a lot of it is also “writing the story that i want to see” etc etc.

paramour specifically was also inspired by (but has moved away from QUITE a bit): hamlet, crimson peak, beauty & the beast, gothic literature (that aspect has heavily stayed) and stuff like that. it’s original name was beauty and the crimson hamlet and it was more of a haunted house thing vs what it’s evolved into now lol.

3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

hya is honestly trying to achieve being left the fuck alone and he doesn’t succeed LMAO. i’m not really trying to achieve anything with hya particularly (again you can read into all the things that i put into him and the narrative or he can be just some guy and both are correct tbh) — other than extreme wish fulfillment. though it may not seem this way because hya is a raging dick, he’s ideally what type of person i want to be like in Extreme fantasy land. i wish i was joking but i ain’t. and as such, he gets forgiven of a lot of the things that he does by the narrative or gets his own little happy ending and reasonings why he’s like this which i know some or many people will take issue with. him leaving a corpse in the foyer for example—many will describe him as cruel and callous and “problematic” and they’re right! love that for him 💛 i’m not trying to inspire anyone but myself like when i tell you that paramour is a wip written by me and for me i mean it LOOOOOL like idgaf about what anyone thinks of it 💀 (though i am so happy so many people love paramour as much as i do i didn’t think anyone would care about these assholes but many of my dear friends and other followers have proved me wrong and it’s validating tbh lol)

4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

current outline says 27 but i’m thinking it’s gonna lean closer to 30 just because as i write i realize i need to add in a filler chapter or two. so i’ll say it’ll probably end up being 30–at MAX 35 chapters probably.

5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

original 💛 and i still don’t particularly know where i want to publish it meaning idk if i want to go for indie which makes more sense or tryyyy to get trad published but. with the content paramour is and the way the publishing industry is i somehow highly doubt i can get it trad pub. so nothing but snippets online (tumblr) for now. maybe if i go indie i’ll make it readable on a website or whatever cuz i’m not really keen on putting it on amazon. but i may just for the reach. idk! i’m just trying to finish it first.

6) When and why did you start writing?

if we’re talking generally speaking i’ve been making stories since i was like 3 years old. paramour in itself however i made juneteenth (6/19) of 2021. i can’t remember WHY i started it so much as i remember just wanting a wip inspired by crimson peak perhaps? and we have gone WAAAAY off from that but yknow. we move lol.

7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

honestly just write for you. take all advice with a grain of salt and don’t worry about what others think of your writing/your ideas/whatever. there’s something for everyone and you’ll find your people.

other writeblrs/artists/creators whatever i follow and would recommend (and tag to do this if ya want no pressure) are: @kudzucataclysm @henrike-does-writing-sometimes @kazenokaori @magic-is-something-we-create @void-botanist @outpost51 @isherwoodj & consider this an open tag if you would also like to do this :)

#about renjamin #s: paramour

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will-o-wips · 7 months

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Save the Villainess Thoughts by Willow Masterpost Part 1: Jane

So I've decided to be insane. Make a small (lies, it is long, that is why it is divided up into parts) post about the Halloween videos and the lore that they have given us. As well as maybe compile theories/thoughts about these characters. Idk if there is a community for this even, or if anybody's actually obsessed like I am, but I'm having fun thinking about it either way, so... I guess this is for like the 0.0000000000001% of the people (me and only me). Enjoy lmao.

You have been warned: the actual insanity starts under the cut lmao.

So I will start with... Jane. Mostly because her Halloween special video is not as lore-bomb-dropping as the rest. The video itself is mostly about certain aspects of the gameplay so far. It's a neat little thing! Honestly, these are more thoughts/rambles than actual, well, coherent notes, but from what I've noticed (from being insane and watching every single social media post on Tumblr Best Laid Plans Productions ever made about all of them, more or less, even though my memory is spotty and I didn't have time to rewatch them before making this), is that Jane is just unknowingly integrated in this world. I don't notice her having any thoughts about before she was transported into the romance novel she read; it's not like she's thinking about her family home, or that she has any plans of going back. She just knows she doesn't belong in this world as the villainess, which is super interesting to me. She's just... accepted her fate and that she must survive. She's BECOME the villainess, rather than just feeling like an imposter in another person's body. She only knows she's innocent, which is why she's fighting so hard to be freed from such a fate. Another thing that supports this is the fact Jane always says such weird phrases that I'm like 99% sure aren't actual English idioms, but rather phrases that this alternate romance novel universe uses. Such as "By the blood" in the Halloween special specifically, because, what does this mean Jane???? What are you referring to here!!! (Side note: Edmund also uses these odd phrases a lot, so I suppose it's something the nobility of Carcosa are familiar with; some kind of "noble language" to distinguish those of nobility from commoners or whatever. Some kind of pretentious thing that just happens because society is cruel lmao. Either that OR this is just the way Carcosians speak in general and Jane just kinda always knew this ever.)

Another thing, besides just the obvious announcements of how this guideline/tutorial thing works in the gameplay, is the fact that Jane explicitly states that daytime and nighttime are important. Most people would sign this off to, well, gameplay experience. That during the night you can talk to people more intimately and have like rendezvous or whatever with your favourite characters, while at daytime you're solving mysteries mostly. See the thing with that is, is that Servant also somewhat says very similar things in previous instances of videos. And we all know that Servant is like... that one person that gives everyone the creeps, the intrigue and also the insanity. They are, as of now, the most explicit in the fact they are somewhat of a mastermind behind this all. They know what is happening with the lore. They know, but they don't like explicitly telling us what is happening, so... yeah thanks ig Servant? In each case, Jane here is not joking when she says that nighttime and daytime are important; they're probably very much so magically (maybe?) linked to how this story is supposed to progress. Aka gameplay actually impacts lore, and lore impacts gameplay. As to what it is referring to... well, I have my theories about it. But what I'm most confident in is that it is related to some kind of magic about the story. It is relevant to the narrative; relevant to things both Ben and Servant know about this world. And I say Ben because he's also so sus in such a world-altering way but I'll talk about him later... yeah, later lmao.

Now, my notes that I took while watching the videos here are very vague (thank you for that Willow, you are so insane about this you cannot even write in proper English), but there's something about the jewelry and accessories of these characters. Most noticeably, the way they glow. Like Rhythmically Glowing and Shaking. In Jane's case, it's her earrings [her brooch is less important but it still has symbolism on it probably, with how it has a bee etched onto it. Maybe this is her family's like symbol? Like how Renaissance Pope families had different kinds of symbols etched into buildings they funded into existence and all. Who knows]. Maybe this is some kind of glint effect or whatever; but then why is it animated like THAT??? Idk if I'm onto something or not here, I have high suspicions that I am, but maybe I'm also just looking into it too deeply... but there's something wrong with this jewelry. There's something wrong with the way that Servant's Brooch also glows, whenever Edmunds (tie clips? cufflinks for your neck??? what are they I'm not good with fashion, though the game has such good fashion design guys okay) accessories start glowing and shaking, when Izel has his little gem earring (I love that design omg, also + the brooch he has on his tie but like it doesn't shake) shakes and glows as well and how Ben's POCKET WATCH CHAIN (+ the little uhh buttons on his coat but they don't shake the way the other things do) IS GLOWING OKAY (and yes I'm insane enough to pause these videos just to see whether it is true). Something is going on. It's happening (slightly) even during daytime, and I checked this, so there's something fishy with this. There has to be. I'm so convinced there is jfkldsjfks. A possible explanation for this is that because these characters are all main actors in the story, some kind of magic is there to maybe,,, force them to play their part? Maybe they cannot be exempted from the main storyline because of this? Maybe everybody is just here because they have no other choice? Honestly idk. More thoughts on this in the other parts because dude I'm gonna lose my mind if I try to put everything in here. AND MAYBE IT'S JUST AN ARTISTIC CHOICE AND I'M JUST INSANE ABOUT IT??? Who knows.

Anyway, to close off this post, because I know it is long and idk whether there's actually any substance here, I'll try to compile the thoughts about Jane into a few small sentences, without fangirling in between lmao.

She's lovely, and while she is very funny, I find her harder to pin down than the rest of the cast (that we know of as of writing this). She's dead set on surviving, and that's probably because she might have experienced death once already. Either as the Villainess Jane Neville herself, or as the person she (possibly) used to be, that we know absolutely nothing of. She does not show any other hints to her past: just constantly assuring us she desperately needs help. I love her, of course, not only for her character design or the fact that she's funny, but for the fact that she somehow manages to avoid telling us anything concrete about herself. I don't think that this is done because Jane is not a character and is supposed to be a player-insert (that may play a part in it but y'know, that's just the nature of these kinds of games to a degree); she very much so is a character. She knows these phrases and these small courtesy things that no normal person who WASN'T integrated into this fantasy world would know. Maybe she retained only some of the past memories that her villainess self had, but truly... how could she remember those, but not her fiancé? Not the novel she is in? How can she know she is the villainess with certainty, at all, given she does not remember the book, the plot of said book, nor any of the other characters that well? She only knows someone is out to kill her, and that we must save her. Her weird integration with the world as well as the dissonance she presents with it at the same time is suspicious; she's very mysterious in that regard.

Perhaps I'm biased. Maybe I'm not looking hard enough. It might be that I'm missing something entirely. Somehow my suspicion/theory, even to me, feels like it's somewhat misplaced. That something is up is clear, but whether there's evidence to support anything is a whole other thing.

But somehow I'm inclined to believe that... Jane is not as forgetful as she might think she is. And that whatever happens to her by the choice of the player (who you romance, what kind of ending you get, what kind of choices you make, how you survive based on your deductions in the mystery, etc.), it always will tie into something she wanted to be. That us controlling her to a certain kind of destiny, is something she wanted to be, but never got the chance to be.

That we might guide her towards a destiny she actually deserved, rather than the one she has gotten.

[ Lmao I have so many more thoughts about what exactly makes a villainess but like... if the LIs/ROs/MLs or whatever you call them are all deconstructions and reconstructions of their specific tropes... Then isn't Jane also one? Shouldn't she be, at least? If she never was a villainess, then what makes her be one? If she was a villainess, what changes should she undergo in order to become a hero? And if she is neither... Or cannot remember whether she is clearly... What truly discerns her as a villainess?

I have so many more thoughts and theories about these people that I have to cover later because otherwise I'd have been sitting here for 2 hours trying to write all of this down somewhat understandably. If I actually had a plan for like any type of structure I might've not lost so much time on it. Will try to do that when it comes to the rest and all. Might also opt for smaller paragraphs lmao I genuinely hope I'm not overstepping something by doing this??? If the developers see this and go like "okay maybe don't", I'll take it down fjkdsjfklds. It's not like I'm dead set on sharing this if it's for whatever reason not good for business or something. ANYWAY THIS IS GETTING ABSURDLY LONG. Hope you enjoyed my rambles; until next time for the rest of them! ]

#savethevillainess #janeneville #idk what else to tag this? these are just theories and analysis of what is already shown to us #also personally? based on the announcements from blpp (that's my acronym for you guys as of right now; lemme know if you'd prefer another)#the secret mystery woman that has yet to make an appearance? 100% the OG FL.#but that's just what I think. I can't fit it in anywhere else #there's also the possibility that this mystery woman is like #some magical creature that actually knows something about the fabric of this fantasy world #and how these mysterious things all work and whatnot #like Servant does.... Servant is so suspicious and everybody knows it #but yeah!!! onto Edmund next like... later #I'm already behind on my schedule lmao #my plan is to make one of these per day #so that when the 16th comes around I'll have Ben's post up #and also be able to ask questions about him ig because I need to get the answers people okay #he's my favourite!!! Ben Buren guys!!! Come on!!! He is there!!! HIS BIRTHDAY IS SOON #and I must know all the secrets this man is hiding okay #I MUST KNOW!!!

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nebulasbizarreadventure · 2 years

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Chapters 670-752

Last time, we continued reading about Jolyne’s efforts to save her father! AND IT MADE ME SAD. Full steam ahead and onward to the end!

And I see we’re immediately opening with Anasui PLEASE

oh my god it’s the Titan’s Curse from Etrian Odyssey 4

(or at least something superficially similar, but, joke etc etc)

Anasui why you gotta be like this

oh I’m sure that’s fine

oh my god is this the green baby I’ve heard about

oh my god Anasui did you really just--

... the fuck?

THE FUCK????

oh sweet mother of christ

Anasui P L E A S E

haha oh god what’s happening

oh my god, that’s sure a way to deal with the problem

Pucci......................

WELP

so I just kind of read the next arcs without liveblogging for the sake of speeding along

1. :(

2. I did not enjoy the Jail House Lock arc

lol. lmao. fucking suffer, Pucci

Anasui I think we need to have a word about your priorities

oh Anasui is having a Time

awoo

oh my god that sure was a way to fix things

Ohoho I see we are about to witness COMEUPPANCE

Jumping back in time a bit!

eat shit Romeo

Okay so full disclosure

I gave myself a deadline to finish reading Stone Ocean

in the interest of actually getting through this in a timely manner

(and because I wasn’t terribly interested in wrestling with tumblr more than I had to)

I ended up skipping out on liveblogging for.... many chapters

I like Rikiel

I did not enjoy the Heavy Weather arc beyond getting backstory reveals

(and context for certain things in 7th Stand User lmfao)

I will however at least like

liveblog the last ten chapters

since

y’know

it’s the finale

I don’t think I’m emotionally prepared for this but here we go!

ANASUI THIS IS A BAD TIME

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

oh that’s just cruel

Emporio :(

god the fact that so much is happening is at least helping me deal with all this character death BUT AT WHAT COST

lays down

oh look we’re back in the prison

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“Even if you knew you were going to die tomorrow, it is that ‘resolution’ that makes one happy!” cut to me mashing x to doubt

GO EMPORIO GO

(also obligatory “Gee Emporio why does Araki let you have TWO Stands”)

what a way to save the day

and now...

as Anakiss and Irene drive off, we close the book on Stone Ocean, on a new and undoubtedly kinder universe. I feel bad for Emporio, because these are ultimately very different people... but so it goes.

NEXT TIME I LIVEBLOG, IT’S ANOTHER UNIVERSE TO THE LEFT, AS WE START STEEL BALL RUN

See you then!

#jjba liveblogging #nebula's bizarre liveblog #nebula reads stone ocean #jjba part six #stone ocean spoilers #jojo part 6 spoilers #jjba part 6 spoilers #HOW MANY WAYS CAN I SAY HERE THERE BE SPOILERS #ANIME ONLY DON'T LOOK

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bonky-n-steeb · 2 years

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need you now

priest! steve rogers x succubus! reader

summary || fate plays a cruel game by making Father Steve Rogers your soulmate.

warnings || unprotected sex. doggy style. missionary. cream pie. dom! Steve. master kink. masturbation. felching. dirty talk. blow jobs. hand jobs. nipple piercings. size kink. innocence kink. blasphemy. possessive reader. possessive Steve. jealous Steve. lots of feelings lmao. talks of death. MINORS DNI

I have decided to not do taglists anymore, so if you wished to be notified of my newest updates please follow @bonky-n-steeb-lib and turn on the notifications!

one of my favourite works and the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. period. and that’s saying something lmao. I hope you like this ;)

The moment you saw him, your entire being only said one word, “mine.”

You were just walking around in the streets in the evening trying to look for the next potential victim when you laid your eyes on him.

His golden hair glowed in the mild light of the evening sun and his sharp cheekbones casted shadows. His blue eyes were clearer than the sky and his plump lips were outright sinful.

He was like your dirtiest fantasy come to life. And he was your soulmate.

Every supernatural being had their one destined soulmate. No one ever knew where one might meet them or who it might be.

But according to the lore, once you met them, you just knew it deep in your heart that they were meant for you. That there was no one else for you in this entire universe except for them.

You had hated this concept of soulmate since the moment you had heard of it. You were a succubus and you needed to fuck in order to live.

You couldn’t possibly afford to be stuck to one person your entire life. But all your doubts were gone when you saw the tall blond.

He was so gorgeous that you’d fuck him every moment for the rest of your life.

Your heart started palpitating the moment you set your eyes on him. He was a few steps ahead of you and so you decided to follow him and talk to him once he was alone.

So you followed him and with every step you took, you thanked fate for making this beautiful man your soulmate. That was until you were standing right in front of a church.

He must’ve just come here to pray. Right? Right?

He couldn’t possibly be… No. fate couldn’t be so cruel to you.

With a small gulp of trepidation, you followed him in. When you stepped inside the church, you realised it was fairly empty except you and him.

He stopped walking and turned around to look at you. He gave you a warm smile which made your heart stop for a moment before speaking up in the most melodious voice you’d ever heard, “Good evening.”

“Who are you?” You weren’t much of a believer but you still hoped he didn’t answer that one thing you wished he wasn’t. “I’m Father Steve Rogers.”

He was a priest. A fucking priest.

You couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled up in your chest. You had never wanted a soulmate, but still you found yours and he was a priest and you were a succubus. A true match made in heaven… or hell.

Fate loved seeing you suffer it seemed. “Are you kidding me? Tell me this is a fucking joke!” You really didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “Please mind your language.”

That was literally the worst thing he could say in this situation. He was a human. Humans didn’t have soulmates. He would never be able to understand the pain you were going through.

“Do you need any help?” He started walking towards you and you raised your hand to stop him from coming further. “Are you okay?” He asked much too kindly.

“No. I’m not okay.” His eyes were so warm as he looked at you, you just wanted to hurl yourself into his arms. “What’s your problem?”

“You. You are my problem.” You replied sarcastically. “Excuse me.” He was honestly shocked by your answer. “Turns out you are my soulmate.” You replied as a matter of fact.

“Umm, what?” Steve was dumbfounded. You were honestly the most enchanting individual he had ever seen. There was just something about you that he couldn’t take his eyes off.

Supernatural beings weren’t really a secret and everyone knew of their existence, especially Steve. He had heard about the soulmate lore and he thought it was sweet, he genuinely did.

But then he hadn’t thought even in his wildest dreams that he would be someone’s soulmate.

“And the cherry on top is, I’m a succubus.” There was no point in keeping that from him. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve taken an oath to abstain. Which in my opinion is pretty boring.”

“You are a sex demon.” Steve just said instead of asking. “I’m sorry. But I can’t be what you’re looking for.” He didn’t know why but he was suddenly feeling very guilty.

“Well, you can be what I want. All you have to do is say yes and fuck me!” Steve seemed to be taken aback by your suggestion. And at that moment, something took root in you.

The need to absolutely ruin Steve Rogers.

He was so innocent. He looked more sad than you were that he couldn’t give you what you needed. His eyes were wide and he looked around as if trying to find some way out. “Are you sure that I… I’m your soulmate?”

“Hundred percent sure.” He got flustered and scratched his nape. “But how does this work?” Steve was inquisitive. You smirked and started seductively walking towards him.

You were a succubus and one of your powers included secreting pheromones. That’s how you trapped your targets. But you weren’t greedy, you hadn’t ever killed anyone, just took enough essence you needed and left them in a pleasurable state.

Deciding it was time, you started emitting pheromones. “It’s really simple you know. All you have to do is mate with me.” You were right in front of him and you sensually traced your his cheekbone.

“And once we mate, we’ll form a bond. I’m not sure about you, but I’ll be able to feel you through it.” Steve’s eye lids were heavy and his expansive chest was moving with every breath.

You trailed your eyes below and you salivated at the sight of the tent in his pants. Looking at that, you could guess that he was very well endowed. And that just made you want him more.

“And if you reject me Steve, I’ll die of a broken heart.” Steve leaned in and your lips were very close. And just as you were about to close that gap, Steve suddenly snapped out of his trance.

He gripped your hands and pushed you enough so that you stumbled two steps back. “What were you doing lady?”

You openly gasped as no one before had sustained your effect. This man had the will of iron. “I was just trying to make you fuck me Steve as I have no plans of dying this soon.”

“Stop lying to me, little demon.” That fact that despite you being the demon, Steve was still very much bigger than you, was making you drip with slick.

“I’m not lying. I will actually die of a broken heart if you don’t accept me.” You were both still standing in the altar of the church. Sighing, Steve just turned around and started walking away.

You simply walked right behind him. “What?” He finally asked when you didn’t leave. He probably didn’t expect you following him around.

“Did you really expect me to leave you? Steve you either accept me as your mate or get ready to this little demon following you around for the rest of your life.”

“Sure.” He replied sarcastically. Steve was pretty sure you were bluffing, there was no way you were just going to follow him. But boy, how wrong he was.

~~~

“Are you serious?” Steve asked incredulously as he shut the door to his bedroom. The church was pretty small and he was the only one who stayed in the rectory there.

True to your word, you followed him all evening long, but he had thought at least at night you’d give him some peace. But no, you had swiftly entered his bedroom and were refusing to leave.

“Where else do you think I’ll sleep Steven?” You said as you laid yourself across his bed. Patting the space besides you, you asked, “Aren’t you going to join me?”

“No. I’ll sleep on the floor.” This man was a stubborn ass. “Okay. I won’t help you if you freeze. I mean I would, but if you ask nicely.” You wink at him and he just rolls his eyes.

He sets up a small dirty mattress for him to sleep and all the while you are just thinking of all the nasty things you could do. This was just the first night and you didn’t want to overwhelm the poor thing.

“Why did such a handsome man like you decide to be a priest?” You ask when both of you had settled down. “I was six when my mother passed away.” You hadn’t expected the story to begin this way. “Oh. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine. It was a long time back, I don’t remember much. After that, the previous priest, Father Erksine took me in and looked after me. And I just knew right since then that I had to follow his footsteps.”

“Oh.” You waited for him to ask you a question in return but instead all you got was silence. “Isn’t it a bit hot?” It was fucking cold, but well, the things you had to do for your soulmate.

“I’d rather say it’s chilling.” Steve replied without thinking much. “It’s really hot for me though.” With that you got up from your bed and started undressing.

“Woahh. Wait. What are you doing?” Steve got up on his hands as you stood over him in the small room and started removing your clothes. “I can’t sleep with all these clothes Steve. It’s too hot.”

Steve knew he should’ve closed his eyes or looked away like a gentleman. But he couldn’t. When you were finally naked, he drank in every inch of your skin.

He wanted you right since the instance he had seen you. But he had taken a few vows and he had to follow them. At least till as long as he could.

His breath hitched when he saw the barbells pierced through your nipples. The soft yellow light of the bulb was glinting off the metal and his cock was painfully throbbing at the sight.

“You like these Steve?” You squatted down and straddled Steve. Taking his huge hand in yours, you placed it on your tits and squeezed it. Pleasure sizzled like electricity through your veins at just that touch.

“Steve…” you started grinding yourself on his rock hard cock. Your slick was getting smeared all over his pants. Your eyes rolled back when you heard him groan out. Your body was covered in goosebumps from arousal rather than cold.

No man had ever affected you like he did. You moaned when his hands kneaded your breasts of his own accord. And just when you thought he was on the right track, he backed away.

“I can’t do this. Please.” He swiftly picked you up and placed you back on the bed. “Steve…” you tried to encourage him but he stopped you before. “Don’t. Please don’t. It’s cold, so wear your clothes and go to sleep.”

He turned around and shut his eyes. You knew you couldn’t push him further at the moment. So you just sighed and started redressing.

But now that you knew what his touch felt like, you were addicted and you just craved him more. And that one minute where he had taken the reins, god, you’d give anything to experience it again. But at least you knew that you were making progress.

~~~

“You know you can eat it in a better way.” He chastised you as you licked the whipped cream off your fingers.

You were having your morning breakfast and though you didn’t really need food, seeing the cream on the table made a nasty idea spring up in your head. You had scooped it up on your fingers and started licking it as filthily as you could.

And poor Steve was once again caught right in your trap. Your tongue peeked out to lick off the white cream from your fingers and his mind wandered off to how you’d look while sucking his cock.

Steve quickly scolded himself for thinking about it. “You’re not gonna listen are you?” You smirked and shook your head. “Not until you fuck me.”

“Good lord.” Steve just looked at the ceiling as if praying to god and shook his head. You were either gonna be his death or his rebirth. He wasn’t sure about which exactly.

~~~

“Stevveee… I need you.” It was the third night since you met him and this man just outright refused to do anything with you. You had your needs and by now you were getting desperate.

By now Steve had arranged a cot for himself and was laying from across you. “Steeevvvveeeeee…. I know you can listen to me.” You drawled out his name to get his attention.

Finally, he did turn over to face you. “What do you want.” He grunted out. “I need you Stevie. Please.” You said in a honeyed tone. You could feel his eyes raking over your body for a moment before he pulled his blankets over his face.

“Fuck you.” You cursed before pulling your pants off. You unbuttoned your shirt enough to have your tits out. Pinching a nipple between your fingers, you played with it until it was a hard peak.

You imagined it to be Steve’s hand tweaking your nipple. And the piercings added to the whole pleasure and you whined at the feeling. How badly you wished he would just get up from the bed and just fuck your brains out.

Your other hand snaked down to your glistening folds and rubbed your petals until you were drenched. You sighed with relief when you provided much needed attention to your swollen clit.

You rubbed it in tight circles until your toes were tingling with sensation. Your eyes had fallen close and when you opened them, you saw two curious blue eyes looking intently at you.

“You know you can touch me, right?” You asked Steve as you continued to touch yourself. He didn’t reply, but neither did he turn away. He was just looking at you with an awestruck expression.

You keened when you thrusted two of your fingers into your needy hole. You rubbed your clit with your palm as you continued pumping your fingers into yourself and playing with your tits.

It had been too long for you and you were already on edge. It didn’t take you much to reach the peak, but you needed something more to fall into the abyss of pleasure.

“Steve… please, tell me to cum. Please Steve!” You knew exactly what push you needed. You weren’t sure if he’d say that, but the moment you heard his hoarse voice say, “Cum.” You tumbled down the edge.

Your legs closed right around your hand and your back arched on the bed. And Steve just couldn’t have enough of you. The way you writhed on the bed on his command made him want to just go there and fuck you within an inch of your life.

He wanted to do it. His dick wanted to do it. But Steve rogers was nothing if not a man of morals. He had taken an oath and he was going to keep it. Though looking at you, it was going to be difficult, but he wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

Once you were satisfied, you pulled back the covers to cover your body and pretended to go to sleep. You could bet all your money that Steve desperately needed attention to his dick.

But you weren’t going to ask him. He might either ask you or go to sleep uncomfortable. Turns out you were right on his stubbornness as Steve chose to not sleep the entire night than simply ask you.

~~~

It had been a whole week and there was still no response from Steve. And honestly, you were getting tired. Not just emotionally but physically too.

You were a succubus and you needed physical intimacy to survive. You fed off the pheromones your partners secreted while cumming and you needed it like a fix.

But this whole week you hadn’t left Steve’s side and that stubborn idiot didn’t care at all for your well being. And by now, you knew you couldn’t fend off your feeding any longer.

You needed to feed or else you won’t possibly wake up the next day. So you waited for Steve in his quarters eagerly. You knew this would be your make or break.

You sat up straight when Steve entered the room. He loosened his clothes and sagged into the bed. “How was your day stevie?” You went and sat besides him and unlike before, he didn’t flinch.

“It was fine. You probably were right, it does get boring after some time.” He dryly chuckled. During the past few days, you both had come to be each other’s friends.

You followed him more closely than shadow and now even Steve had come to enjoy it. So he was a little upset when you didn’t come with him this evening and instead decided to stay back.

“Are you okay? Why didn’t you come with me today?” Your heart fluttered at his question. He did care about you. “I’m tired Steve.”

“Do you need something to eat? I could get you anything.” He enthusiastically asked but you just shook your head. “I don’t need to eat Steve. I need to feed. It’s been too long.”

It was then that the realisation dawned upon him. “Ohh. I’m sorry.” That sorry hurt you more than it soothed. “Your single sorry isn’t going to save me Steve.”

“I wish I could. I really really wish things were different…” you couldn’t take it anymore. Everytime he gave the same excuse and now you were sick of it.

“I’m just sick of you giving the same excuse over and over again Steve. Just open your eyes once and stop being so selfish.!” The anger and anguish just burst forth. “I’m not being selfish!”

“Yes you are! Are your morals and vows so bigger than my life? Is it okay with you if I die?” Tears were accumulated in your eyes and were making everything blurry. “No. Please don’t say so.”

“Then what should I say Steve? I can’t pretend that everything is fine, because it is not. Do you have any idea what I’m going through?

Ever since I was a child I’ve always heard that my soulmate will love me and except me. But you won’t even look at me. I feel like a piece of shit for pestering you, but what else am I supposed to do?

I didn’t ask for you to be my mate. So why are you punishing me for it?” You didn’t cry much, but now the tears just didn’t seem to stop. “I really don’t know what to do.” Steve too had tears in his eyes.

“Steve you know what to do. All you have to do is accept me, but I know you won’t. You’re complicating everything because of your stupid vows. And I can’t spend anymore time convincing you because I will literally die.”

You hoped Steve would say yes now. But he didn’t, instead he just looked down dejectedly. “Could you really die of a broken heart?” His voice was low as he asked.

“Yes Steve. But not many reject their mates. So I don’t know when but yeah it will happen. But I suppose before that I need to feed. Because you see, what I am is a filthy succubus unworthy of the great Steven Rogers.”

Your words were like poison in Steve’s ears and he clenched his eyes shut. “I’m leaving Steve. And I’m sorry you had to tolerate me for this long but I promise I won’t come back.”

Steve still sat silently and didn’t meet your eyes. As you walked to the door, you opened it and stood in the way and turned around to look at Steve.

“I actually hoped that you would say yes at least now. And it actually breaks my heart that you aren’t even stopping me.” You let the door slide shut before walking away.

Steve didn’t know how long he was sitting on that cot with his head in his hands. He wanted to stop you, he was itching to do it. But he definitely wasn’t the guy you needed. Right?

You needed who would give you all the love and care in this world, because you deserved it. His life was so dull before you came in, but after you’d arrived not one day had gone boring.

But now that you were gone, his heart felt empty despite the blood pumping in it.

It was like you’d dug in his heart and created your own space in it and owned it for yourself. His every heart beat now belonged to you more than it did to him.

He loved you.

And now there was no going back.

All his life he had done what people expected him to do, he had been a good and a disciplined boy and never caused mischief. But for once he wanted to do something for himself.

He would become the man you wanted and deserved. He would love you like no other and keep you happy.

Maybe what they said is true, you don’t realise its value until it’s gone. He did curse himself for not realising this sooner. He checked the clock and realised not much time had passed.

Quickly doing a once over in a mirror, he set out in search of you. The village wasn’t big, but Steve looked for you at every spot he thought he’d find you.

And when he finally saw you in the back alley of a bar, he let out a relieved sigh. But that was until he took the whole picture in.

You had some guy pressed up against the wall and your hand was working furiously in his unzipped pants. Both of your eyes were closed as you lost yourself to the pleasure.

Steve saw red. He had never felt more blinding rage than he did now. How could you do this? You were his. He was an idiot to not tell this to you before, but now he wasn’t going to let some asshole touch you.

“Get the fuck away from her.” Your eyes snapped open at the thunderous voice. You could recognise that voice even from your grave.

Hearing the well mannered priest swear for the first time, you couldn’t help but gasp. That did make him even more sexier, but you weren’t going to say that out loud.

Your heart was doings leaps and bounds that your Steve had come for you. But you weren’t going to let the facade of anger slip. He deserved heat for all that he had done, or rather not done, yet.

“What the hell is your problem?” You asked separating yourself from the guy you found in this bar. “You. You are my problem.” A small smile spread across your lips as Steve repeated your words from when you first met.

Apparently the absolute terrifying gaze Steve was giving the other guy was enough for him to zip up his pants and run back into the bar. “Oh really?” You asked mockingly.

He walked up close to you and placed his hand on your throat. He was getting right to business. Your pussy was throbbing with the dominance he was radiating.

Steve held you still as he bent down to finally kiss you. The kiss practically short circuited your nerves. It was much much better than you had imagined as Steve wasn’t holding back.

His tongue fucked into your mouth sloppily as you both tried to get as close to each other as possible. You let out a whine when his hand on your throat tightened a bit.

In retaliation, you bit his lower plump lip and he groaned and pulled back from the kiss. He swiped his free hand on his lips only for it to come back with a smidge of blood.

“My nasty little demon needs to learn her place.” That was all he said before he took your hand and started walking towards his house. Gladly the rectory wasn’t far and you reached soon enough.

Once you were inside, he locked the door and turned to look at you. His eyes were so dark, only a thin line of blue was remaining. He licked his lips as he stared down at you and you followed the movement.

“Do you want this?” His voice was heavy with lust and you were already swaying on his tune. “Yes Steve. Please.”

That was all the affirmation he needed before he was once again on you. He passionately kissed you as his hands started undressing you. Getting tired of the buttons halfway through, he just tore through your shirt.

Once you were naked, he he devoured you in with his eyes before bending low and taking your nipple in his mouth. His hot tongue flicked your piercing and you moaned out his name. “Steve!“

His wet, warm mouth was sucking your nipple while his hand toyed around with the other tit. And you already knew this was going to be your best fuck ever.

Once he felt satisfied with his work, he turned to lave attention to your other nipple. He once again sucked and flicked, but this time, he purposefully bit and pulled your nipple and you thought you would cum right on spot.

Steve sucked and nibbled his way up to your mouth and pulled you in for a kiss again. Once you parted, he pushed you down on your knees.

“Take me out sweetheart. Show me how good that filthy mouth of yours is.” You didn’t know where Steve had learned talking like this, but he was making you unbearably horny.

“Yes master.” You could see the gears turning in his head. You quickly unzipped him and salivated at his girthy cock.

You licked a wide stripe on the underside of his cock from his base to the head. You kitten licked his precum beaded head before taking it in your mouth and suckling it.

“Oh fuck yeah! Just like that.” Your hot mouth around his most sensitive part was giving Steve unimaginable pleasure. And he wanted more.

Holding you tight by your hair, he experimentally thrusted his hips. You gagged at the intrusion before moaning. And the vibrations travelled up his spine.

“You’re so good at this, my pretty little cocksucker.” You were so wet that probably you were now dripping on the floor. You pumped the remaining length of the Steve with your hand while your other hand travelled below to rub your aching clit.

Steve’s eyes were focused on your lips stretching around his dick but he pulled you back the instant he saw you touching yourself. “You need some relief don’t you?” You eagerly nodded and you panted fro breath.

“You’re not allowed to touch yourself sweetheart, only master will give pleasure.” You stared at him with wide eyes filled with lust and he got off on the power. He tightened his hand in your hair, “is that clear?”

“Yes master.” Your chin and cheeks were wet with your saliva and tears and he loved seeing you so wrecked on his cock. He desperately wanted to thrust his cock back between your swollen lips, but he was sure he’d cum right then.

He pulled you up by your shoulders and set you down on the bed while you whined as you needed his cum in you. “Steve please.” You loved how easily he manhandled you.

“A few minutes more.” Without wasting much time, he started stripping. With your mouth wide open, you stared at the expanse of Steve’s body.

His muscles stood out in the dim light and you wanted to sink your teeth in his skin. Once he was draped over you on the bed, you circled your arms around his head and pulled him in for a scorching kiss.

Steve soothed his hands over your body and looked at you lovingly. “I’ve…. I’ve never done this before.” He confessed shyly and he looked so endearing while doing so.

“It’s amazing actually because I get you all for myself.” You giggled a little. “Is my little demon getting possessive?” You had no idea how you’d both gone from rough to sweet.

“Hmm… Steve please!” You sobbed as Steve teased your folds. “Is your needy little hole aching for master’s cock?” Hearing Steve talk dirty was a whole another trip.

“Yes master. Pleas….” You choked on your words when he entered you. You knew you were glowing as you were finally getting what you had craved so badly.

Feeding off a random person was pleasurable but feeding off your mate was making supernovas burst behind your eyelids.

Steve wanted to give you time, he really did, but the moment he entered your tight heat, he lost all the semblance of patience and started fucking you like an animal, hard, fast and deep.

You held on to his shoulders and you were sure your nails scratched his skin. He tilted his hips and hit your spot repeatedly. “Oh god Steve! Yes!”

The fact that you were fucking right in the church premises made the act even more filthier. Steve wasn’t able to take his lips away from you, either kissing you on your mouth or sucking your throat.

“You gonna cum? You gonna cum on your master’s cock like a good little whore?” Steve could feel you getting wetter by the second. “You like this, don’t you? You like being master’s whore.”

“Yes master!” Your legs were shaking as Steve rammed into you. “Please. Let me cum.” Steve could feel how tightly you gripped him and he knew he was getting a taste of heaven.

“Who do you belong to?” His thrusts were unrelenting and deep, hitting all the right spots. “You Steve. Only you.” Steve was regretting every second he wasted before fucking you.

Your eyes were half lidded and your entire body was pliant, just accepting him. You were taking him so good, and the realisation that you were so floaty because of him made him cum on the spot.

“Cum for me. My love, cum for me.” More than his order, the little my love sneaked in between was what did it for you. Steve couldn’t hold back either as you clenched around him.

“I love you. I love you so much.” Steve grunted out as his stomach flexed and he released his seed deep in you. You both just held on to each other’s sweaty body and calmed down.

“Do you really love me Steve?” He looked up from your neck where he had buried his head and wiped the sweat away from your forehead.

“I do. I love you and I was an idiot for not telling you before. I’m sorry for making you feel bad, but you weren’t pestering me, you are the light of my life. And just minutes without you felt so gloomy that I won’t ever want to be without you.”

You had tears in your eyes by the time he ended his small speech. No one ever had told such nice words to you. You craved this warmth, this intimacy that only Steve shared with you.

“I love you too Steve. But please don’t leave me again.” You possibly couldn’t live without Steve now that you’d mated. You could feel your bond sing in your blood.

“I’m not going to ever leave you. It’s now your turn to tolerate me for the rest of your life.” You chuckled and kissed his cheek. “I guess I can do that.”

“Hmm. It’s must’ve been so long since your last feeding and as your mate, I gotta take care of your needs.” He said in between kissing your sternum and stomach.

“Steve..” you called out his name as he placed himself between your thighs. With his thumbs, he spread apart your sensitive folds to look at the way you dripped with his seed.

“You look so beautiful. Gonna keep you filled with my cum twenty four seven. So that you’re always dripping with me.” You tugged on Steve’s hair and pulled him closer.

With his sinful tongue, he licked a wide stripe of your swollen petals. Your legs were resting on his shoulders as he devoured your pussy. He wasn’t just licking your slick, but his cum too and by god you hadn’t expected Steve to be this nasty.

He wasn’t practised but his enthusiasm made up for the lack of experience. He was paying keen attention to your moans and grunts and the tugs on his hair. He was addicted to the the taste of your pussy.

It didn’t take much for you to cum again due to the previous sensitivity. And Steve lapped up every drop you gave him. “You taste so sweet. Gotta have you for every dessert.” You had created a monster.

“You ready for another round?” Steve was hard again and your eyes rounded. You were sensitive but you weren’t going to miss the opportunity. “Yes Steve.”

The next thing you knew, he had flipped you on your stomach and had pressed himself against your back. You could feel his hard cock on your pussy and whimpered.

He pressed back into your warmth and you both moaned in unison. “Your tiny little hole is stretching so well around my fat cock. You were made for this. You were made to be master’s cumdump.”

“Oh god fuck Steve.” He had set a fast pace and with every thrust, the sound of skin slapping was reverberating throughout the room.

He spanked your ass hard and you saw stars in daylight. He wrapped his hand around your throat again and whispered in your ear, “It’s master to you.”

“Ahhh… yeah master.” His other hand started tweaking your nipple. “Gonna fuck you over and over again and give you all that you need. I’ll make you warm my cock as other people confess their sins.”

The picture that was making in your head was just delicious. “Master! That’s so hot. Please please..!” You face was buried in the pillows and your voice was smothered.

His weight on you was more like a protective blanket and you never wanted this to stop. Your hands were fisted in the sheets as he kept rutting into you from behind.

“You gonna cum? Gonna make a mess on my cock?” You had to gather your thoughts just enough to speak, “Yes please!” His grunts were filling your ears and they were better than any other music. “Cum for me, my little demon.”

“Steve!” This time the whole world crashed as you came. Nothing else mattered except you and Steve. Your legs quivered and you writhed beneath Steve.

You moaned when you felt the satisfying feeling of his hot cum filling you. He suckled on your sweet spot on your nape as you both panted on the sheets.

You let out a chuckle as a thought came in your mind. “What happened?” He asked sleepily. Sleep was slowly taking its effect over both of you.

“When I first met you, I thought I’d be the one to ruin you. But turns out you’re the one ruining me.” You could feel his chest shake as he laughed. “It’s like I unleashed this demon within you.”

“Yes you have.” He replied as he nuzzled you. “Steve.?” You were sleepy too but you needed just one more answer. “Yes?”

“Did you mean it when you said you’d make me warm your cock as you sat in the confessional?” Steve playfully spanked your ass and you grumbled, “Ouch!”

“You better sleep now, little demon. Or I won’t let you cum tomorrow and trust me, I’ve planned some fun activities.” You gasped and quickly shut your eyes. “You better keep up your promises master.”

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i don't wanna be your friend, I wanna kiss your lips (corpse x reader)

Summary: Corpse suggests you flirt with each other to mess with the fans. What happens when you suddenly catch feelings?

Authors Note: This has been in my brain for so long so I decided to write it. May or may not write a part 2, im not sure. Lemme know what you think! My requests are open for fic/headcannons aswell 💖

It should have been simple.

Flirt, mess with the fans a little, sit back and relax.

It should have been simple.

You remember Corpse coming to you with the idea.

“Why would we do that?” you had asked, frowning at your phone screen. It had been another late night phone conversation with him; something that was starting to become a regular occurrence.

You pictured him shrug as he answered. “Fun?”

“Are you so bored you wanna make a fake relationship with me?”

“Not a relationship. Just do what we do now, but like, more.”

You had agreed before your brain had even registered it. On paper it was straightforward. You already flirted a little anyway, you were naturally a flirtatious person, and so was he. It made sense; or at least you had told yourself that it did. You knew the fans already shipped you together, you saw the things they tweeted as you occasionally lurked the ynhusband tag on Twitter. It was just innocent fun right? No-one was going to get hurt.

For a little while that was true. For a little while he called you baby and you called him darling and it meant nothing. Your face didn’t feel flush when he commented on your latest Instagram post and your heart didn’t do a little flip when he would call you just to see how you were. The phone conversations were your favourite; curled up in bed with the phone on your pillow, trading secrets into the night. He had suddenly become this constant in your life, this almost routine familiarity like brushing your teeth or going to get milk.

You weren’t sure what changed, when it had gone from being innocent fun to meaning something. It was like someone had flicked a switch, and Corpse was no longer a warm glow but this bright, blinding light that hurt your eyes to look at too long. It was almost cruel, the way you wanted something so unobtainable; the universe’s idea of a joke had no humour in it. The thing with Corpse was he was so unaware of the power he had. He was mysterious yes, but he was faceless among a sea of faces; of course people were drawn to him. And you were just another.

You started to pull away. You played different games with different people, you ignored his tweets. It was easier, if you never interacted with him, you could pretend there was nothing but shallow feelings instead of the crashing waves that threatened to pull you under. The fans had started to notice; your streams were filled with questions that you refused to answer.

“Where’s Corpse?” you read aloud as you scrolled down the chat. “Probably in his house? Go ask him.” Your tone was bitter even to you and you inwardly cringed. He hadn’t contacted you in 2 weeks, and while you were thankful, you were hurt by it. It was stupid and hypoctritical of you to be upset by something that was your own doing, and you weren’t sure what you had expected from him. He had other friends, other people to talk to, why would he have cared about you anyway?

Your phone lit up next to you, and you ignored the pang of disappointment at Rae’s picture flashing up.

Rae: Among Us???

You hesitated for a second. The likelihood of Corpse being there was high, but you knew deep down he wouldn’t say a thing to you, not on stream or in front of your friends. You could just ignore him, like you had been doing and it would be fine. You weren’t sure you believed yourself anymore.

“Guys, you want to watch me play Among Us? I’m not sure who’s playing, other than Rae.” You looked at the fast flowing stream of affirmatives and emojis. Guess you had to do it now. You opened up the game and joined the lobby.

“-yeah she looks really fucking cute,” you heard Corpse say as you logged in. You looked down at your outfit,; he definitely wasn’t talking about you in your oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. You had been on stream for a few hours now; your eyeliner was smudged a little and any lipstick had worn off with the constant drinking and licking your lips. No, he definitely wasn’t talking about you.

“Hey guys,” you said tentatively, swallowing down the feeling of jealousy at Corpse’s previous words.

A chorus of greetings hit you, and you smiled at their enthusiasm. You had played with Rae, Sykunno and Toast a few times before, but Felix, Jack and Ash were new to you, though you knew of them.

“Hey Y/N,” Corpse said. You had hoped after 2 weeks he wouldn’t still affect you so much, but the way your stomach turned said otherwise.

“Hey Corpse,” you replied, hoping your tone was casual.

“I haven’t seen you in a while, how are you?” he asked.

“Oh. Uh yeah, I’ve been a bit busy I guess, how are you?” You looked down as you answered, picking at your nail polish. You glanced at the chat that was filled with messages.

corpsesbaby: You can always tell when someones lying coz they look down” llamadelrey: why is this so awkward lmao arent they friends??” simpsforrae: This is like is a breakup i swear

“I’ve been okay, thanks” Corpse answered, drawing your eyes off the chat and back to the game. You nodded as you muted your mic to go back to your stream.

“I hope I don’t get imposter, I always suck at that so much.” You watched as the screen counted down and the word IMPOSTER flashed up alongside Corpse’s name. “Guess I jinxed it guys.”

Great. Not only were you imposter, you were imposter with Corpse, which meant you would have to actually speak to him. Maybe you wouldn’t have to.

You both followed Rae as she walked up towards Greenhouse, and you cornered her while she did her task, killing her quickly.

“Everyone seemed to go right, so we should vent back towards cafeteria to avoid suspicion,” Corpse said.

“Okay,” you answered. You vented together, and you muted your mic to laugh. “This is kinda cosy guys.” You said to your chat. You briefly imagined what it would be like in real life to be so close to him.

You moved to Admin where Toast was doing his task. Before you could say a word, Corpse had already killed him and you both vented outside Cafeteria. “Fuck, that was so close,” you muttered, chuckling a little.

“Don’t worry, I got your back,” he replied, making your heart sing a little.

“Oh my hero,” you said, making a point of swooning to your chat, your voice high and airy. “How will I ever repay you?”

He chuckled, “You shouldn’t ask questions like that.”

You flushed at the suggestive tone he had taken, and you hoped it wasn’t noticeable but judging by the comments in your chat, it clearly had been. This was another issue you had with Corpse; he always made these type of comments with you and it was really annoying. You knew there was no chance he was being serious, and sometimes you wished he would stop it purely because it got your hopes up.

delilah: shes BLUSHING dreamofme: uWu yn uWu

You opened your mouth to respond when Dead Body Reported flashed up, bringing your thoughts back to the game.

“Toast and Rae are dead,” Sykuuno said. “I found Rae in Greenhouse and Toast in admin.”

“I was in balcony, I went there from the cafeteria,” you said confidently. You hated being Imposter, especially being teamed with Corpse, who was so good at the game, you had a lot of pressure to do well.

“I was in MedBay, I didn’t see you YN,” Ash accused.

“You only see if they enter through the left door. She entered through the other door,” Corpse answered for you.

“And how do you know that?” Felix asked.

“I was in Cafeteria,” Corpse replied.

“You could’ve vented YN,” Jack said.

“No I couldn’t have, if Ash was in MedBay, she would have seen me. Unless she wasn’t in MedBay,” you suggested, smirking to your cam as you muted. “It’s not going too bad I don’t think? Always feel like I’ve been arrested when I’m Imposter.”

“Little sus of you Ash to say you were in MedBay when you weren’t,” Corpse said. You gaped a little at how easy it was for him to manipulate the situation, it was almost scary.

Ash argued as the other players began to agree and discuss among themselves. You smiled in success at the text on the screen.

Ash has been ejected.

You split up this time, and while you hadn’t really spoken during the game, you kind of missed Corpse’s astronaut next to yours, and you said that to your chat. “Haha, our colours did look cute together, I agree.”

Any previous trepidation you had had disappeared as soon as you had heard his voice; and you realised how much you had missed him. You would simply just need to deal with your feelings; they would go away eventually anyway. You just hoped it wasn’t too late for you to start again with him.

You walked to MedBay with Skyunno, making small talk as you did.

“I’m glad to see you playing with us, it’s been a little while,” he said and you felt bad that you would have to kill him. As you turned towards him, ready to kill as he did his task, Jack walked in. You mouthed oops at the cam.

“What’s going on here?” Jack asked, suspicion in his voice.

“I was just saying how nice it was to have YN here,” Sykunno replied. You stood and faked your task, watching the green bar fill as you did. It would be too risky to kill here.

“Ah yeah, Corpse has been asking after you constantly,” Jack said. You blinked at the response, it had caught you off guard.

“Oh?” you replied simply. You mentally shrugged it off. Of course he would have asked about you, you were friends, that was all.

DEAD BODY REPORTED

“Felix was dead in Reactor,” Corpse announced. “Oh Corpse, you’re taking a risk here” you said to your chat.

“I was in MedBay with Jack and Sykunno,” you replied, smiling as they agreed. “Where were you Ash?”

She sighed sadly. “I was in Labs, but I was doing a task, I swear!” You all agreed quickly that Ash would be the next voted out.

“2 to go,” you said triumphantly. “I thought I was gonna drag Corpse down, but it’s going okay!”

The round started again and you could feel yourself getting tired. Hopefully this wouldn’t be too much longer to finish the game.

You circled round Corpse a few times, hoping that he would understand your signal. Luckily he did, and you both vented to Decontamination where Skyunno and Jack were. The room had already started to emit steam, making it extremely easy for you both to vent unnoticed and kill them both.

You grinned at the Victory message that flashed up.

“Good game guys!” you said. The others congratulated you and Corpse on your win and you smiled at the sound of your names together. You had it bad.

“It was all YN,” Corpse said.

“Pfft you ssh being humble, it was all you,” you replied, taking your hair out of your ponytail and running your hand through it.

“Your hair looks nice,” Corpse commented and your eyes widened. Your heart started to beat a little quicker. How long had he been watching your stream?

“It’s bad to watch someone’s stream without telling them,” you replied, making a show of pouting for the camera.

He laughed a little. “What can I say, I’m a bad guy,” he said, singing the last words. You laughed at the sudden Billie Eilish.

“Guys, either play another game, or get a room,” Felix interrupted. You blushed a little and rolled your eyes, the chat going crazy from the corner of your eye.

“And that’s my cue to exit,” you said, yawning. “Bye guys, have a good night!” You wished everyone and your chat goodnight before closing the stream and leaning back in your chat. You couldn’t believe Corpse had been watching you. You hadn’t said anything too incriminating, but still.

You prepared for bed, settling back into the softness of your pillows as you grabbed your phone - a terrible habit you really needed to stop.

Corpse: Can I call you?

You gulped at the message that appeared on your screen, a gnawing feeling of nervous clung to your throat as you typed yes. His name came up almost instantaneously and your hand shook as you pressed to accept the call.

“Hey,” he greeted.

“Hey, what’s up?” you asked, trying to keep your voice even while your heart beat erratically in your chest.

“It was nice playing with you again,” he commented.

You sat up a little as you held the phone against your ear. “Did you call me to tell me that?”

“I haven’t spoken to you in a while.”

You sighed a little. “Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy, sorry - “

“You’re lying to me and I don’t know why,” he replied. You had never heard his voice like that before; so angry and hurt. You tapped your foot against your mattress as you thought what to say.

“I -”

“Did I do something?” he asked. You had been so selfish; blocking him out to avoid being hurt, but you hadn’t thought about his feelings. He was more popular than you were, you had assumed he would be fine, that he wouldn’t care if you were around or not.

“No, you didn’t do anything, I swear -”

“Then what? Because I thought we were friends, close friends and then suddenly you pretty much disappear. But you’re still streaming with other people. It’s pretty shitty of you.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek and looked up, the sting of tears threatening to fall. “It was really shitty of me, I’m sorry.”

“What happened?” he asked. “Please just tell me.”

“I don’t know what I’m meant to say,” you replied softly.

“What do you want to say?”

You blinked, the anticipation of unspoken words caught in your throat, making it hard to swallow. The taste of them was bitter on your tongue. “I...I have feelings for you.”

There. You had said it. There was no taking it back now, and you felt like your heart was about to shatter with every single second of silence that passed. You could hear him swallow on the other end of the phone. “Are you saying you’re in love with me?”

You bit your lip, taking in the meaning of the question he had asked. It wasn’t something you had thought of, you hadn’t conceptualised your feelings for him, not put them in a box labelled love or anything. “I don’t know. I feel something for you. And it kinda sucks being your friend and having those feelings. So I pulled away.”

“Why does it suck?”

You laughed bitterly. “Why wouldn’t it? Feeling something for someone that doesn’t feel the same is fucking shitty.”

“I asked you to flirt with me YN -”

“Yeah, for fun,” you interrupted.

“No, I said for fun, but really I just wanted you to,” he replied. “I feel something for you too. How could I not? Has anything I’ve ever said to you sounded like it was just for fun?” You smiled at his response, your heart no longer on the fit of breaking, but suddenly doing flips and soaring through your chest, radiating warmth through your body.

“Oh,” you said, your brain was overloaded with thoughts, and was apparently no longer capable of coherent sentences.

“Oh? That’s a great response, thanks,” he teased, but you could tell he was smiling as he spoke.

“I wasn’t expecting you to say that, I don’t really know what to say honestly,” you replied.

“Well, baby, how about you say yes to a date?” he asked.

“Yes.”

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