#i’ve just been playing red dead again instead
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— let the light in
pairing: jessie fleming x reader part 2
synopsis: for jessie’s benefit, you end your relationship
warnings: depression, bed rotting, suicidal ideation, self depreciation, isolation, toxic!reader if you squint
a/n: take the warnings seriously and look after yourselves pls <3
as much as you knew you needed jessie, there was no way you were going to allow yourself to hold onto her so tightly. it was a repeated and ongoing cycle that you had been trapped in for years now and it seemed to only be getting worse.
“we can’t be together anymore” you murmur into your half empty cup “i can’t do it”
jessie sits across from you with her mouth agape. “if i’ve done something wrong i can fix it” she says, her voice cracking slightly as she pleads “this can be fixed, let. me. fix. it.”
a heaviness settles behind your eyes as you shake your head “there’s nothing to fix. i’m sorry”
it was as easy as walking out the door and leaving her sitting in her kitchen alone. the bag of your things had weighed your shoulder down as you dragged your feet all the way to your car, not once ever looking back in fear of turning around.
it left you here, laying in bed with the curtains drawn and your phone on do not disturb as you stare blankly at the wall. you had become a shell of the person you think you once were, someone who had hobbies and dreams, someone who wanted to build a life worth living. instead you take sick leave so that you don’t have to get out of bed, you let the dishes pile up in the sink when you do decide to eat and you clear a pathway out of your shit on the floor so you can get to your ensuite bathroom.
the numbness that had overtaken you didn’t allow you to cry, no matter how much you think you wanted too. you were drained. there was nothing left for you to give yourself. it was sick, really, the way your brain could play tricks on you and make you believe you weren’t deserving of the life that you have been given. why would you be? there was absolutely nothing to show for it. all you had was a bed with dirty sheets and a brain that told you death was better than anything else you have ever experienced.
your therapist had told you once that because you hadn’t acted on it, it was merely a way for you to cope without committing. a way to wallow, to escape, from a life that you weren’t ever sure you wanted in the first place. she said that people who have depression but don’t kill themselves will fantasise about it but not pick a date or a means to an end.
only, at one point, you had picked a date. you had closed your eyes and twirled your finger in the air before landing on a wednesday two weeks away. you’d marked it with a red dot and then began clearing out things you didn’t want, giving your belongings to charity or throwing them away before neatly organising what you had left. you thought that your family could decide what to do with them. you didn’t care, you were gonna be dead after all.
it was when your coffee machine had finally broken on you that morning did jessie come swinging into your life. you decided to go to a local coffee shop you liked when she pushed the door open too hard and smacked you square in the face. she had gone bright red and apologised profusely, telling you that the door had slipped out of her grip and that she didn’t even see you. you, with a hand pressed firmly to your forehead, had told her that it was okay, that it was just an accident.
maybe it was her smile, or the way her eyes looked when you actually made eye contact, but something about the canadian had stopped you dead in your tracks. she asked if you wanted to sit with her with the promise of not hitting you in the face again, to which you agreed with a laugh. you began telling eachother about yourselves, from where and how you grew up to hobbies and small quirks you had. when the topic of careers had come around you sheepishly told her that you didn’t watch football beyond the odd match when it was already on tv, and she had beamed at you and cheekily said that she’ll make a blue out of you in no time.
you didn’t go through with it, obviously, and jessie still doesn’t know that she quite literally saved your life that day. your relationship with jessie quickly blossomed and bloomed, soon becoming the most grounding thing in your life. jessie showed you that she loved you long before she told you and never once did she make you feel like you weren’t loved, there were just times where you knew you were hard to love.
like in the beginning when you’d practically ghosted her for three days and then came back with a half assed explanation and a bouquet of flowers; or when you’d completely shut her out and pretend like nothing was wrong when she could see the bags under your eyes and the mess around your apartment. you knew that her friends had told her that it wasn’t a good relationship to be in, that maybe you weren’t who she thought you were. she had brushed them off and ran back to you time and time again.
looking back on it you think that maybe it’s because she knew how bad it was getting, like she caught onto your badly kept secret before you even knew you really had one. when you had initially told her about your depression you insisted that you were doing a lot better and that even though you would have times of relapse, it was nothing compared to how it had been in the past.
the lie had kept up until there were things you were too ashamed to explain to her. like why she couldn’t come over or why you looked like you hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a few weeks. you didn’t know how to tell the footballer that your mental health had sipped out of your control, that you needed help and didn’t know how to ask for it. you didn’t know how to look your own girlfriend in the eye and tell her that you needed her.
that was when you knew it had to end.
when jessie came around to collect her things you just left them in a box outside your front door. you heard her knock but didn’t move from your position as she left with the last pieces of her you had.
she wasn’t stupid, despite the fact that for most of your relationship you clearly thought she was. she noticed the change in your behaviour and how you didn’t go out with friends as much or eat enough. she noticed the late night and even later mornings, the pile of dirty laundry you’d been putting off and the pills you tried to hide.
jessie wasn’t stupid.
when she pleaded to you to fix it, she meant fix you. she wanted you to take the weight off your shoulders and put it on hers because hers are stronger than yours anyway, they can hold more. she wanted you to let her help with the laundry, and to help clean your place. she wanted you to let her wash your hair and make you a good home cooked meal. jessie wanted nothing more than for you to be vulnerable with her, to admit that you needed her just this once.
as much as you adored her, absolutely worshiped the ground she walked on, you weren’t going to do that for her. jessie has a decorated career, one to be proud of, and the last thing she needed was to worry about whether or not you were going to get out of bed in the morning. she didn’t need the extra weight from your baggage dragging her down.
she deserved better, someone who could get up early enough to go for coffee after her morning run, someone who could actually make dinner with her and eat it, someone who didn’t have to create a fucking pathway from their bed to their bathroom because they haven’t cleaned their room in god knows how long. jessie deserved someone worth loving and in your mind, that someone just wasn’t you.
#pegs writes#pegs woso#jessie fleming#jessie fleming x reader#jflem#jessie fleming imagine#jessie fleming fic#jessie fleming angst#jessie fleming blurb#woso#woso x reader#woso imagine#woso angst#woso blurb
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the fact that i can’t play my game anymore and the pack is out and i want to make arthur morgan but CAN’T is killing me rn tbh
#i’ve just been playing red dead again instead#was gonna give him a happy life with no tuberculosis but FUCK ME i guess
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every breath you take
Paring: fem!reader × stalker!Nat
Warnings: SMUT, DUB-CON, stalking, drugging, dom!Nat, sub!reader, somnophilia, oral, fingering, pervy Nat, dark Nat, implied age gap (it’s me what did you expect)
!Disclaimer English is not my first language so please excuse any grammar or spelling errors. This story is completely fictional!
Masterlist- kinktober
ꕀꕀ ─── ⋆⋅ ✨🌞✨ ⋅⋆─── ꕀꕀ
Natasha considered herself a great people watcher. Working in her own bookshop she never failed to give the best recommendations that somehow were always right. But her life was empty. Having had a rough childhood having healthy relationships was impossible for her. What even is a healthy relationship? The redhead thought to herself. Maria had called her obsessive and possessive and Wanda called her a creep when she found out about her photographing hobby. It was just her love language. Natasha loved her partners to death. If she could have them no one should.
The bell of the door rang announcing another customer and pulling Natasha out of her thoughts as she glanced around the bookshelf looking at the customer who had just found their way in her shop.
You were looking for something new to read and had found the old bookshop as a insider tip on instagram. You made your way through the halls between the bookshelves paying attention to the books instead of your way until you ran into another woman. “Oh lord I’m so sorry” You immediately excused as you looked at the redhead in front of you. The moment you crashed into Natasha you knew you were meant to be. “No problem” she smiled at you “You’re first time here. I’d remember a face like yours” her voice was husky, attractive in your ears. Natashas thoughts were running wild. Was this meant to be? A young drop dead gorgeous girl randomly running into her arm in her bookstore; this was fate she decided. “Correct, I’ve heard so much ever since I moved here I just got to check it out” you smiled back at her not knowing how dangerous the red head in front of you really had been.
How could you had been so careless, Natasha thought to herself as she let herself in through your widely opened window. Someone with bad intentions could’ve broken in not her of course she was only here to give you the protection you needed. She creeped through the shadows her steps barely audible. The door of your bedroom making a quiet creak as she slipped through the opening she had created. Her breath hitched as soon as your sleeping form was falling into her gaze. She could barely contain herself as she reached for her camera.
The shutter made awfully loud sounds but luckily Natasha prepared for that a few sleeping pills in your favorite wine and you were sleeping like a baby. She moved around your body taking more and more pictures. You always wore your panties and some oversized T-shirt to sleep making it an easy game for Natasha. Her hands found their way to the hem of your slowly pushing it over your chest. The older woman couldn’t help but groan as she took a look at your perky nipples slowly getting hard as the cold air caressed over it. She took another picture before setting the camera aside. Her thumbs rolling over the soft skin making you stir in your sleep. She smirked gently kissing your neck. Her touch seemed to have a big affect on you as you started to release small whimpers in your sleep.
Your hips seemed to a mind on its own as they buckled up in search of a form of release. Natashas eyes widen as she heard a moan of her name coming from your sweet lips. Had she gone completely mad? But her ears didn’t play a trick on her you moaned her name out yet again. You wanted his too, you needed this too she concluded. In a swift motion your panties were on the ground with Natasha making a mental note to put them again later. Your creamy thighs were over the read heads shoulders as she licked over your wet pussy. She hummed at the delicious taste of your juices on her pinkish tongue. She licked between your folds leaving nothing untouched as she speared her stick saliva over your core.
Her long fingers found your entrance as she slowly inserted a finger. You were tight maybe even too tight for a second finger and definitely too tight for her cock but that didn’t stop her in anyway. You just had to be stretched out properly and in Natashas mind she was just Her curvy nose nudged under the hood of your clit giving just the right stimulation.
Your hips buckled against her face as you slowly awoke from your slumber. Natasha was fast to respond leaving the spot between your thighs to press her cheek against yours comforting you to not wake further. Natasha wasn’t planning on going to jail anytime soon so she had to play this right. Her finger still curling inside of you. “W-what” you mumbled still in a sleepy state. “It’s just a dream bunny… just a dream” she shushed you in a soft voice “Natasha?” You whisper her face hovering over yours “just go back to sleep” you nodded closing your eyes again before falling back into your slumber. Natasha kissed her way back down her as she pushed a second finger in making you moan. It didn’t take her long until you were on the clenching around her delicate fingers. A few more strokes against your G- Spot until you released.
She took her time licking your sweet release from your thighs and cunt. She placed your discarded panties on your body again before tugging you in again kissing your forehead. “Until next time bunny” she whisper before disappearing into the shadows again.
The next morning you woke up to a strange dream. Natasha your bookstore crush how you referred to her to your friends screwing you into the mattress. You almost felt dirty for having such a detailed wet dream about a random bookstore owner who probably wasn’t even interested in you. But you’re body craved it. So you made your way towards her store a bit nervous but with a goal in mind.
“How can I help you Y/N” the red head said smirking like always. ”Well” you started stepping to the counter “It’s not about a book it’s a little more personal” you see Natashas eyes widen. Did you remember anything? She asked herself. “Go ahead” You took a deep breath preparing yourself for a rejection “Do you want to go on a date with me”
“Of course”
If you had only known.
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I do not own these characters all rights go to Marvel
#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff x reader#black widow x female reader#natasha romanoff smut#natasha romanoff x you#black widow x reader#natasha x reader#natasha x you#natasha romanoff
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₊˚✩彡 — nutelloco for u
ft. jake x f!reader warnings cursing wc 673 words
if there were zero fans of nutella acai bowls left on earth, that would mean that you were deceased, not breathing, and buried six feet underneath the ground.
so it was safe to say, when you went to the acai shop and were denied your order by the new, very cute cashier you were flabbergasted.
“what??” you ask, “you’re out of. . .the acai base??”
“yeah,” the boy says, “sorry about that, we’ve been having like uh some sort of shortage recently,”
“oh,” you mumble.
“you could get the nutelloco bowl instead! it’s similar, just coconut base,” he interjects eagerly.
“no, i’m good,” you sigh, “thanks though,”
“jake!”
“what?’
“oh uhm,” he mumbles, “i’m jake,”
“okay. . .?” he blinks at you, “i’m yn??” his blank face quickly widens into a bright smile.
“pretty name,” he tells you, “sorry about your bowl,”
you feel heat rushing to your face, before you quickly cough, “right, uhm, thanks, jake,”
“AGAIN??” you yell, much louder than you meant. you quickly quiet down, sending an apologetic look to other people in the shop, before slamming your hands down on the counter in front of you.
“okay,” you seethe, “let me get this straight jake,” he gulps. “an acai bowl shop is out of acai??”
“yes. . .” jake says meekly, “there’s a shortage! and like inflation and shit!,” he insists. you stare him down, “you could get the nutelloco bowl?”
“inflation and shit?? also why are you so set on making me order that??” you ask.
“it’s the same as the nutella bowl! just a different base,” he says, “just give it a try,”
“no thanks,” you mumble, “there better be acai tomorrow jake, or i will be fighting you,”
jake watches as you sulk out the door the second day in a row, glancing at your retreating figure. he can’t help but feel guilty as he stares at the very much full-stocked fridge full of frozen acai berries. one more try, or else jungwon might kill me for doing this
despite it being eight in the morning, you were on a mission.
you’re seething, fists clenched, as you stomp-walk down the pier to the acai shop, to confront a certain cashier about the fact that you know he has been lying to you, and preventing you from getting your order. you throw the door open, the door chime's smashing together, to find a very surprised jake setting up behind the register.
“oh you are so dead,” you exclaim, striding towards the cashier.
“morning. . .?” jake asks.
“don’t play with me,” you hiss, “i know you have that acai base, and you’re withholding it from me!” jake winces at your words, rubbing his neck in guilt.
"about that i-"
“don't give me a half-assed apology jake, you better give me a thesis statement on why you've been gatekeeping the nutella bowl from me and absolutely demanding me to get the nutelloco bowl! i know the nutella bowl's basic but it tastes really fucking good and i’ve been craving it—”
“cause i’m nutelloco for you?” he blurts. it comes out as a question, but as soon as you hear it, your words die in your throat.
“. . .what?” you ask, staring at the boy. his face goes red, and he crosses his arms awkwardly to stare at you.
“haha!” jake robotically laughs, “i was just joking actually! i’m sorry for what i did! i'll reflect and you can go report me to my boss, his name's jungwon, and his numbers actually 94850--”
“wait wait wait. let me get this straight,” you say, “you didn’t let me order what i want for the past two days because you wanted to use a cheesy pickup line on me??”
”yes. . .?” jake answers.
“you are a fucking dork,” you hiss, glaring at him.
“but did it work?” he asks. you can only stare at him, the words to deny him, stuck in your throat. you grumble, and turn away from the register, "did it?"
“get me that nutella bowl first, then we can talk whether or not i’m 'nutelloco' for you to,"
a/n stupid, short drabble but it is an ode to my love for acai bowls
@a-dream-bookmark
#k labels#k films#jake x reader#jake enhypen#enhypen#enhypen fic#enhypen x reader#enhypen fluff#jake sim#enhypen jake
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raaaaaaaagh teaser image for the among us animated tv series dropped and I just have to scream about it and analyze it a little bit
(Source)
My ramblings under the cut:
I like the art style! It’s a bit different, I was expecting something closer to the game style/style of images they post on social media and stuff where it’s very clean with sharp lines, but I think this works really well for what it seems like they’re trying to do here. I like the lineart and the kind of texture everything has? It adds a lot to some of the other stuff I’m going to talk about here.
First of all, the atmosphere. Again, really kinda different from what I was expecting, but in a nice way! I was expecting kinda like a clean, cool-toned, space-age look, but this gives me a lot more like run-down office vibes and I am HERE FOR IT.
The warped ceiling tiles? The dirt and grime? The bent blinds over the window? The burnt out light by the window and different colored fluorescent lights like one of the bulbs was replaced? It feels like I’m in some old corporate building that hasn’t been properly maintained in years, which is so different and so fun from what you normally see in a spaceship and totally matches the vibes of (at least what I headcanon to be) a sketchy space corporation.
I also love all the little details here.
The little food window and vending machine so the cafeteria is actually a cafeteria, the pizza with who knows what kind of toppings on it (why is it green?? I’m so curious), and the fact that everything is held up with duct tape- even the fire extinguisher? It’s so fun I love all of it.
This is also actually a really faithful adaption of the map. Like, I know, of course it is, but I know things have to get changed a lot for animation sometimes and they did a good job of keeping it very similar.
I am going to be that guy and point out a few differences but just because I think they’re neat and interesting!! Not at all bad!
(At least between this and the classic game, I’ve never played Among Us VR)
First of all, the trash task and wires task actually swapped sides, on the map, the wires are on the left and the trash is on the right, but here it’s flipped. I also can’t find the download data task, unless it’s supposed to be the tv? Probably all just aesthetic choices but kinda interesting!
There’s also the big food window and the door, but if you look at the orientation of the walls of the room, it actually checks out! The door and window would be against the left wall, where you wouldn’t actually see it looking from the angle in game.
The vending machine isn’t there in the game, at least on the Skeld map, but that’s ok the beans deserve their snacks! I did notice there’s kinda a panel behind it so I’m counting that as the panel that’s on the right wall next to the download task being there (even though it’s definitely too small to be that). That and the wires are actually on the slanted wall, but again, I don’t care, this is just me pointing out every difference like an I-spy challenge.
Also the cafeteria tables have stools now instead of benches, and I kinda like that! I also like the stripe of kinda a maroon-ish color added to the tables and stools, really kinda ties together well with the walls and such. And the floor, thank goodness they did something about that floor for the animators’ sake. I like the original floor design but I know firsthand just how hard that floor is to draw, especially at an angle.
I don’t know how to really speculate on the party stuff other than I’m intrigued haha. Maybe it’s like they’re celebrating taking off and surviving or being the only crew with no impostor attacks or something (of course that’s implying a lot about the non-existent lore) and then everything goes wrong? Maybe the red is pizza sauce or ketchup and we’re being misled for the funnies?
I’m kinda hopeful about the humor here, with the “we’re not dead” banner and stuff, I’m really hoping this will be something I’ll enjoy too as an adult and the vibes I’m getting from this are encouraging. Like maybe a kinda workplace dark comedy?
I’m also sososososo curious about what we’ll get in terms of characters (I WANNA SEE THE BEANS SHOW ME THE BEANS) and worldbuilding and lore here, eeeeeeeeeeeeee
Ok, I’ll stop for now, but you know I’ll be following this very closely lol.
tldr: not entirely what I was expecting but I like it and the direction it’s going a lot :))))))
Edit 2/3/24- just noticed there’s no emergency meeting button??? Is it under the pizza?? Has it not been installed yet?? WHERE IS IT 👁️👄👁️
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You´re my favorite
Jung Wooyoung x bestfriend!reader
Summary: Feeling replaced is never a good thing
Disclaimer: this fic is written and copyrighted by ©hee0soo on tumblr. do not rewrite or repost on any other plattforms without my permission.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
To say you were mad wouldn´t even begin to cover what you were feeling at the moment.
It had been a while since you and Wooyoung had hung out but today was your weekly movie night, something that had been tradition since the two of you were teenagers.
A tradition that had apparently been forgotten by the troublemaker you called your best friend.
Ever since the two of you had started collage, the boy had become more and more distant. Making friends left and right while you´d rather stay at home listen to music or play video games.
The longer you watched him socialize, the harder it became to stay close to him.
It wasn´t that you were mad at him for getting to know new people but watching him go out with his new friends and getting left on read let your anger slowly simmer to the surface.
Yeosang and San were nice, there was no arguing about that but the longer you watched, the stronger the trio grew together. Without you.
Your movie nights were the only thing that stayed consistent throughout the semester.
Up until now at least!
By now, the Pizza you had ordered went cold and the movie you had started was almost over. The clock on your microwave showed 11:52 p.m, glowing in a bright red color as the rest of the room stayed dark. Save from the illuminating light the TV gave off.
Your phone stayed silent as the dozens of messages you had left Wooyoung had gone straight to the voicemail, texts had been left unanswered and your mood dropped further that it already had.
If only you hadn´t gone on instagram earlier!
Then you wouldn´t have seen the story he posted while getting drunk with his two new friends at someone’s house party.
Exactly what you needed now!
Deciding to try your luck again, you picked you phone up and pressed the call button one last time.
It rung a few times and you already thought of hanging up when Wooyoung finally managed to pick up the call.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT Y/N?” he yelled rudely over the music and you had to pull the phone away from your ear because of the sudden noise.
“What do you mean Wooyoung, It´s Friday! Like in Movie-Night-Friday! Why aren’t you here? Or if you were planning to go somewhere with the boys then why didn´t you cancel?”
The disappointment was evident in your voice and Wooyoung would have to be very gone not to hear it, even over the phone.
He let out a suffering sigh before answering in a low voice.
“Come on bunny. Don´t tell me you are seriously mad about it! We have these nights every week and Yeosangie invited me and Sannie to go to this party with him. It´s no big deal!”
You couldn´t believe what you heard. Not a big deal? Did this really mean so little to him?
“No big deal? Wooyoung I’ve been waiting for the better part of the evening for you to call and cancel or at least some kind of text that you wouldn’t show up but instead I get nothing. You wouldn´t even answer my messages! And what’s worse is that I find out you went to go to a party through your instagram story? That´s fucked up!”
It was obvious to you that this conversation annoyed the other. The way he huffed was a dead give away!
“Sorry but it was a last minute thing. I´ll call next time okay? But I got to go now, talk to you later! Bye.”
With that call ended. You were stunned to silence. Did he really just hang up on you?
You lowered your hand slowly from your ear before starting to clean up the living room. Wooyoung could really be an idiot if he wanted to be!
Anger started to consume you as the Pizza box got placed on the kitchen counter and the soju bottles vanished in the fridge. Neither got touched even once!
Your phone lit up again but this time it was you who left him on read.
Wooyoung had sent a message, hoping to placate you at least a little.
What were you supposed to answer? It´s fine? Absolutely not!
Don’t be mad bunny :( send 00:04 a.m
Instead of answering, you connected the phone with the charger and got ready for bed. You knew you weren’t going to sleep but wallowing in self-pity wouldn´t get you anywhere either.
Tomorrow was another day and since it was a weekend you could finally sleep in and rest for a while.
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The next day you got rudely woken up by a pillow to the face.
“WHAT THE HELL?” you groaned and sat up to look at the offender.
What you didn´t expect was to see Wooyoung sitting on the foot of your bed. The boy had gotten a key to your apartment almost the minute you had signed the contract for the apartment and it wasn´t the first time the boy had let himself in either.
But you had expected for him to sleep in today and cure his hangover. Apparently that wasn´t the case!
“What are you doing here Woo?” you sighed, letting yourself fall back into the pillow to try and go back to sleep.
“You weren´t answering your phone!” he whined loudly.
“Oh so now not answering is a problem? Are you kidding me?”
Rolling your eyes hard before turning your back to the boy sitting on your blanket did not make him go away as you hoped!
Wooyoung realized that you were truly mad at him when you didn´t budge at his insistent shaking on your shoulder.
“Seriously Wooyoung, go away! That´s what you seem to do a lot recently!”
“Are you seriously still mad about yesterday? I told you why I didn´t call!” he reasoned, brushing his hair out of his eyes.
“No you didn´t! You said it was a last minute thing but not why you didn´t call and you can shove your apology up your ass by the way! If you could even call it one! Go back to Yeosang and San okay. They are probably waiting for you somewhere!”
You looked back at him. It seemed that he still didn´t understand what was actually bothering you and just looking at his face made the anger and hurt come back full force.
“Why are you so mad at me? I´m sorry that I didn´t call, it was a dick move from me but we´ve done these movie night every week since we were teenagers. Is it really so bad that I missed one?”
“It is to me! In case you haven´t noticed but these movie nights have been the only chance for us to hang out recently since you always hang out with the boys. Which is fine by me and it would have been fine if you had just called and talked to me instead of just not showing up and ignoring me!”
Something in the boy clicked. He didn´t even realize that he hadn´t been hanging out with you! Has it really been that long? The boy couldn´t even remember the last time he had seen you longer then for a few minutes in between classes.
Guilt crept up on him as he looked at you. As much as you wanted to hide from him that you were hurt, he knew you to well for that!
You had always been someone he could come to when something was bothering him, so for you to turn your back and hide behind a wall of blankets and silence pained him greatly.
“Y/n… I’m sorry. I didn´t realize it has been that long. Can you look at me please?”
You had to force down a sob, desperately trying to hide the tears threatening to leave your eyes.
Wooyoung saw your struggle immediately. He laid down behind you, wrapping his arms around your midsection.
“Just tell me if you want to hang out with them instead of me. I get it honestly I do, but being forgotten without a word of why hurts okay?!”
“Oh bunny I could never forget about you! You´re my best friend. Don´t doubt that! I love Sangie and Sannie but no matter how much I hang out with them, you will always be my favorite person!”
You turned towards him, hiding your face in his chest while letting the tears run freely.
It felt amazing to hear those words but no matter what he said, forgiving him was not something you could do.
At least not right now…
#ateez#jung wooyoung x reader#ateez jung wooyoung x reader#jung wooyoung imagine#wooyoung x you#wooyoung x y/n#wooyoung x reader#ateez fluff#ateez fanfic#kpop writing#ateez x reader#kpop x reader#ateez wooyoung#jung wooyoung#wooyoung
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(hii!! I’m so sorry if your requests are closed and I just requested… idk I saw they were closed and then they opened so I’m a little slow, I’m sorry 🥲)
But if they are open, I was wondering like, gn!Reader or preferably male reader x Asa Emory?
But but— cowboy Asa?? Like Arthur Morgan coded Asa Emory x The Sherif Y/N who’s desperately trying to capture him, like hunting him down and stuff. (Pretty much bounty Hunter thingy eee)
But, instead of Y/J capturing Asa, Asa Captures them instead and like teases them and degrades them while edging?? I’m sorry I’m just horny 😔😔
Wanted! Asa Emory x Sheriff bounty hunter!Gn! Reader (nsfw)
requests are closed! (For now)
Warnings for ass play (u eat his ass lol), degradation/humiliation, power dynamics
This is literally such a fun idea I’m so excited! Ngl I had to look up some stuff to do with Arthur Morgan bc I’ve only played red dead 1 (yes my horse was named horsey, thank u 😌) also i adore degradation so this is super up my alley!
Bounty hunting wasn’t easy, often loosing multiple companions in the process, chasing dead leads and bumping heads with other hunters out for the prize money. It was high risk high reward. But that’s why you did what you did, and you were damn good at it. Or so you thought. Asa Emory had shaken your perception of yourself, he was the only criminal you couldn’t seem to get a firm grip on, you’d come close before but he always managed to fluster you and weasel his way out of it.
Asa was an interesting specimen, seemingly killing when it suited him and for any reason he can justify, most people killed over land, revenge, highway robberies, the usual. He seemed to have his own motives for killing. There wasn’t any specific pattern to the people he’d taken, all of different ages and backgrounds, it was what he did with them that caused his bounty to be raised multiple times.
Sick contorted amalgamations lined the walls of Asa’s new home, the last one he’d been driven out of after you’d caught wind of what he’d been doing with the bodies, once human figures now twisted into a perverse approximation of insects and wild animals. This should disgust you, make you sick to your stomach and make you throw in the towel on the case, but he’s just so odd but charming. On multiple occasions you’d had him corned, right where you wanted him. You wanted to see him sweat. Every time it ended in you being the one pinned suddenly, lost for breath and hot in the face.
You weren’t sure if you were even in it for the money anymore or if you just needed one last taste of him.
You shouldn’t be surprised it had come to this again, spending weeks tracking him and whatever band of criminals he was taking advantage of this time only to end up backed against a cold brick back alley wall, gun to your head.
“Pleasure to see you again cricket! Are we here for another rendezvous?” Asa chuckles smugly, tapping the muzzle of the gun against your head.
“Very funny, you know why I’m here” you deadpanned, trying not to let the fear coursing through your veins show on your face, you wouldn’t admit the fear was also tainted with excitement.
“I think we both know why your here, you came running back to me like a desperate mutt with their tail between their legs because you hate me, but you can’t stand not being mine, ain’t that right, doll?”
You sputter in shock but quickly try pull a neutral expression back on. “In your fucking dreams, the only place I want scum like you is behind bars so I can get my money and call it a day.” You attempt to say it with a bite but it comes out a little pathetic, voice unsure and wavering, it seems your mind and desires aren’t cooperating.
“So if I tell you to get on your knees and get to work right now, you wouldn’t?”
You scoff and avert your eyes, face reddening in betrayal. You’re supposed to be handing him in and leaving him to rot whilst you count your bounty, but here you are practically drooling over the idea of shoving his cock down your throat.
Asa grips the side of your head and pulls it harshly to meet his gaze, pressing the gun further into your temple for emphasis. “I’m talking to you, slut. Answer me.”
You don’t grace him with an answer, slowly dropping to your knees on the dusty ground of the back alley, there’s no point denying it anymore when your prize is right in front of you. You’ve needed this since the last time you’d watched him walk free.
You unbuckle his belt and zip with a giggle, taking him into your hands and pumping slowly. “Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve needed this” you bite your lip.
“Can fucking see you’ve been gagging for it, walking around all high and mighty when we both know you’ve been needing to get fucked like the whore you are” Asa replies, cupping your face and guiding it to his crotch. You can almost see something affectionate in the way he’s looking at you, but that’s something you can unpack later.
Asa groans as you work your way down his cock, sinking as far as you can without triggering your gag reflex. Placing his hands on the back of your head, Asa speaks up again. “There we go, all the way down, good fucking toy”
You hum happily around his arousal at the praise, the vibration of it going straight to Asa’s dick. You let him manhandle you around for a while, pushing and pulling back into your throat, loving the way your desperate eyes water. The man above you pops you off his cock and starts to completely remove his trousers. You give him a questioning look.
“Just trust me doll, a mutt like you will enjoy this”
You’re almost in shock as he moves you behind him and spreads his ass cheeks. You watch in surprise that quickly turns into a deep warm feeling in your abdomen. Fuck, this is filthy, it’s depraved, you want it so bad. You dive in without any guidance, flat of your tongue licking fat stripes up his exposed hole. The wounded noise Asa makes only confirms this is definitely worth it.
You work him over, pressing the muscle around the edge and adding more pressure into the centre until your tongue finally slips in. You both moan in unison.
“Fuck that’s it, I knew a pathetic thing like you would be into this, you’re happy just as long as you’re getting used, ain’t that right?” Asa grits out as he pushes his hips back into your mouth.
Honestly you probably didn’t even hear that, too consumed with your task of making the man above you feel good, it felt depraved and dirty in all the right ways.
You vaguely register that Asa has began to tug on his cock whilst you eat him out, the wet noises mixing in a filthy way that makes you squeeze your legs together. you can tell he’s close from the way his hole flutters and tightens around your tongue.
Suddenly Asa grips you by the hair, causing you to wail in pain, and guides you to his front, pushing you bank onto your knees to face his cock.
“This is how this is going to go, I’m gonna jerk my cock over your slutty stupid little face and you’re going to sit there and look pretty whilst I cover it in my cum.”
You moan and nod eagerly, watching the way his precum beads at the tip, greedily wishing it was your mouth getting him off and not his hand.
With a final grunt and curse under his breath Asa finishes, streaks of warm cum splashing against your cheek and your hair. You look and feel used, it’s perfect. He tucks himself back into his pants and trousers and pets your face condescendingly.
“Well ain’t you a pretty picture?, sheriff”
#slashers#slasher x reader#slasher headcanons#asa emory#asa emory x reader#the collection#writing#my writing
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The first thing Venti remembers is the smell of blood. It’s a memory that is always with him; curling around his nostrils, hovering over his shoulders. Just out of reach, but forever present. When he closes his eyes to the sweet smell of the Monstadt flowers-- or the pungent sharpness of Diluc’s liquor-- or the thick saltiness of the sea-- all he can smell is the iron. As if, when he opens his eyes again, he will be back in time, a thousand years ago. Once again opening his eyes for the first time-- blinking away his afterbirth, feeling the wind kissing his cheeks-- and seeing that boy, dead. His boy.
There is a sort of emptiness to war. A meaninglessness to the sheer violence. When it paints the lands red, it’s hard to blink twice at the gore and death; it’s hard to flinch when he steps in pools of hot blood, congealing in the grass. Venti is not an innocent creature. He was formed in the aftermath of death, and that is where he stays. Even when he is simply sitting in the open, unbloodied fields of Monstadt, plucking a familiar song on his harp. Especially then.
There is an emptiness to Venti’s existence. A hole where that boy should be, forcibly carved out of his heart with a blunt bread knife. Splitting the flesh, piercing his sinew, tearing a piece of Venti’s existence from him and whispering it onto the wind. The wind does not hold anything, after all; all it does is carry them. Things like music, and laughter, and the wafting smell of iron.
There’s statues of that boy all over Monstadt. The people kneel at his feet and send their prayers to Barbatos, eyes squeezed shut and mouths murmuring wordlessly. When they say, thank Barbatos, it’s that boy’s face that they think of. When Morax and Alatus slide their impassive eyes over to Venti, they are looking at that boy; when Venti sings, he is singing with that boy’s voice.
It’s a necromancy, of a kind, and Venti has no illusions to the contrary. It’s a wild game he’s been playing for a thousand years. Playing that boy’s harp, braiding his hair, singing his songs. It’s like a joke, almost, except the only person laughing is Venti; laughing because no one who walks this planet will ever know that he’s wearing a face that doesn’t belong to him. Laughing so long and loud, it doesn’t sound like laughter anymore-- it sounds like grief.
It sounds like shards of metal are lodged in his heart, weeping blood. Bleeding him dry. It sounds like-- a thousand years of remembering, remembering those songs, and the warm embrace of the summer breeze, and the smile of a boy who will never live again, no matter how many thousands of years Venti pretends to be him.
“I’ve always wanted wings,” the boy says, in a dream Venti has dreamed a million times before, and will dream a million times more. The boy’s eyes glitter in the Monstadt nighttime, reflecting a lifetime’s worth of stars. He cups a wind sprite in his hands, petting it’s tiny head absently. “I’m jealous of you. To be able to go anywhere... that is true freedom.”
When Barbatos plucks his harp, and fills the battlefield with a grand, empty, meaningless violence, he is always flying. It’s the least he can do. When Venti stands in the cobbled square and sings, he brings the wind with him. It’s the least he can do. And the wind whistles between the buildings, ruffling the hair of his people, stealing their secrets, their laughter, their song.
When Venti finds himself looking at those statues, he longs to uproot them from the ground. Carry them up, into the sky, floating listlessly by Venti’s flapping wings; he wants to show that boy the world. He wants to say, look at how the small the world looks from the air.
Instead, he sings a song about freedom.
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Ivy’s deathwish in Dead Beauty AU. The chapter needs to continue, but, yeah. Posting what I’ve got now.
Ivy sits still (too still) with her head laid on top of Claudine’s and the smoke curls around them.
She doesn’t breathe it in, not for several long seconds, not until her lungs decide to cooperate again; then she breathes it in, coughing immediately after.
How embarrassing this is, Ivy de Vil choking on smoke.
„You okay?“ Claudine has the damn audacity to pull away and ask that.
Are you okay?
Did the Hell freeze over?
Did mould jeans actually go back into fashion again?
„Obviously,“ Ivy says, turning her nose up and drawing Claudine close again, before her muscles inevitably lock up, „Never been better.“
„Just checking, you know, with all the alcohol and poison,“ Claudine breathes more smoke into the air and Ivy would love to answer, she really would–
Would she though?
When she can move again, she just slowly stretches out her hand and fingers, watching the light dance on her red nails: She’s got a new manicure, got it done just yesterday. It’s flawless now, bringing her comfort.
She decides she’s fine now, can push herself for a bit more time before she gets the antidote.
Even if she isn’t actually sure how much strychnine she has had, how much time it was since, what with Harry Hook being such a distraction–
It’s his turn now, and she hopes he will come up with something fun.
She also feels like she should tell her youngest cousin what’s going on – right after she yells at him for coming back, and for coming back and not telling her immediately, not necessarily in that order, and, yeah. For that, he can wait a bit.
If he wanted to know, he should have just come to see her.
Ivy steals Claudine’s cigarette to drag a breath from it while her body isn’t being a joy-killing bitch, and here, fuck that–
Claudine has to forcibly take the lit cigarette from her locked up fingers, lest the hot embers fall down her cleavage, and oh no what a shame would that be–
„I wasn’t done with that yet,“ Ivy complains as soon as she can move again, ignoring the way Claudine lifts her eyebrow at her, the way her lips curl.
„Weren’t done with that, I’m sure–“
„Hey,“ Diego, that poor excuse of a cousin, so very rudely interrupts them, „What’s up?“
Ivy is unsure whom she should try to kill with her glare first, as Claudine answers that oh, yeah, don’t worry, she’s just, y’know, actively dying, and all that.
Ivy will have you know she has it completely and utterly under control, thank you very much.
„Harry Hook was there,“ she tells him, „We played Russian Roulette.“
„Of fucking course it was a Hook–“ he mutters, as if he didn’t sleep with the Beauty’s Captain any chance he gets, fucking hypocrite, and, „Did you win or lose?“
Ivy turns her nose up: „Yes,“ she informs him.
„Stupid bitch.“
She tries to show him the middle finger, but just manages to lock herself in a spasm again, damn it–
„Claudine, go get her the antidote – Auntie’s sleeping pills, she’s keeping them in her bedside table, second drawer,“ he commands, as if he had any fucking right to order around her Claudine–
„Fuck you, Diego,“ she spits out as soon as she can, „Fuck you.“
Then she turns to Claudine, quickly getting her tone under control, speaking sweeter and angling herself just so: „Could you go get it, sweetheart? She moved it to the first drawer.“
It is probably getting just a bit too late, she supposes.
„…Fine,“ sighs out Claudine, „For you.“
She gets up and extinguishes the cigarette on an ashtray and Ivy mourns the loss almost immediately.
She chooses to glare at Diego, what with his annoying insistence on not dying and stuff.
Claudine walks round Diego, who leans on the doorframe with his hands crossed, and as soon as she’s out of earshot, he asks: „Really? Hook? And Frollo – why are you still so hung up on her, anyway?“
Ivy chooses to not-hear the second answer, and instead spits out: „Oh, so this is how it is?! When you sleep with a Hook, it’s okay, but if I do it, I’m suicidal and danger to myself?!“
„Yes! Ivy, they are dangerous, and fuck, look at yourself–“
She manages to throw the glass at him before she spasms again – he dodges, that fucker, and comes help her into a safer position.
Gods, sometimes she really hates him.
„Look at yourself too,“ she says when she can breathe again, ignoring the way her hands can’t seem to stop shaking, and the way Diego takes them into his, „Your throat is still bruised, and how long was it? A week?“
„Two.“
„You looked like she tried to rip out your throat with her teeth.“
He smirks, that bastard; „Pretty sure she did try that, yeah–“
And that’s how Claudine finds them, laughing because there is nothing else to do, because they are just two lost cases anyway, because the de Vils have reached Hell and yet they keep on sinking.
And yet, Ivy lets Claudine force–feed her the pill.
#disney descendants#claudine frollo#ivy de vil#diego de vil#dead beauty au#poisoning#substance abuse
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Imagine: The Scarlet Witch thought you’d be scared when you woke up in her castle. Keyword: thought. (Yandere!Dark?Wanda Maximoff/Yandere!Dark?Scarlet Witch x female!lesbian!simp!reader)
*Not my GIF.
(CW: Reader is down bad for powerful witches, reader calls Wanda mommy several times, mentions of being stepped on, mentions of being turned on, mentions of the clothes coming off, mentions of sexy times, mentions of handcuffs, praise, hinting at sexy stuff, but nothing explicit)
Author’s Note: Based on the notes I see on my Yandere/Dark Wanda/Scarlet Witch things, I decided to make one for you lesbian Wanda simps.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, the Scarlet Witch watches over you, waiting for the moment you awaken, tracing the outline of your face as her heart pounds with twisted love. Finally, after all this time, she has you, the one she’s been following for months. And now you’re all hers.
Suddenly you begin to stir and her heart beats even quicker as she smiles. You open your eyes and gasp when you see her.
“Welcome home, my love,” she tells you gently. “Finally.....after all this time...”
She caresses the side of your face.
“I’ve waited for this day for so long, and now it’s here. You’re all mine. Don’t even think of trying to escape--”
“Why would I ever try to escape? This is a dream come true,” you scoff excitedly.
This causes Wanda to blink in confusion.
“Wait....is this real life?” you ask. “Like....am I awake?”
“Um....y-yes...” she stammers.
Your eyes light up as your sapphic heart beats in maximum
GAY.
“Oh my God. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy?”
This....is completely unexpected.
“Wha....what is this?”
“So what do you want me to be?” you ask quickly and excitedly. “Do you need a rug? A stepstool? Do you need a dog? I can bark. I can also meow if you’d prefer a cat.”
“A....a what? Why a rug? A stepstool?”
“Mommy Wanda, you have no idea how much I want you to step on me.”
Her confusion turns into anger, thinking you’re mocking her. She grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you close.
“What are you playing at?!” she hisses, her eyes glowing red.
“....Well mark me down as terrified and turned-on.”
“Don’t lie to me! You’re just trying to make me think you love me so that I’ll drop my guard.”
“No, I’m dead serious, mommy,” you pant. “I’ve waited for a day like this for over two years.”
Her anger turns back to confusion.
“How...how are you not afraid of me?”
“Oh, I’m definitely afraid of you, at least when you’re angry; at the same time, I’m down so fucking bad for you. Like, powerful women are....mm! Perfection! You could throw me across the room, drag me through Legos, and bite my ear off.....and I would say thank you a thousand times over. And that’s the absolute truth.”
She’s stunned in silence for a few moments.
“.....Darling....you have issues....” she chuckles in surprise. “And that’s coming from me.”
“Listen, right now my only issue is that you’re not on top of me right now, mommy. Do you want me to take my clothes off right now?”
Hearing this she blushes, a little smile on her face.
“I mean, we don’t have to get into the sexy times right now,” you assure her. “We could bake together and cuddle up and watch sitcoms instead.”
Wanda giggles, becoming shy and sweet again and nodding.
“I would like that very much, sweetheart.”
She leans in and gives you a kiss on the cheek before taking ahold of your hand.
“Come, darling,” she smiles. “I have an amazing chocolate cake recipe we can try together.”
“That sounds amazing.” You sound just as lovestruck.
You lean in and whisper
“But when the sexy times do happen, I quite like handcuffs and being praised.”
Wanda giggles again.
“I’ll keep that in mind......”
She also leans in and whispers right into your ear.
“....my good girl.”
before giving you a sweet peck on the cheek.
You bite your lips, blushing a deep scarlet and returning the peck as your heart races.
“The sweet side of you gets me too,” you gasp amorously. “I just.....I want all of you.”
Wanda’s never blushed a deeper scarlet in her whole life than she has in the past five minutes.
“So when are we getting married?” you ask excitedly.
Once again Wanda giggles.
“We’ll get to that eventually. Now come along, my good girl. We have a chocolate cake to bake.”
#here you go you sapphic wanda simps#yandere wanda maximoff x fem!reader#yandere wanda maximoff#dark scarlet witch#yandere scarlet witch#dark wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff#yandere wanda maximoff x willing!reader#yandere marvel#yandere avengers#marvel#Avengers
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bonsoir trickriders!
as promised, it is my honour to present the first ~1.5k words of the fourth chapter of poison oak: the end of paralysis! you can read it below the line break. or dont, im not your dad
“What the fuck is wrong with you?”
In the dim beam of his flashlight, Green Oak saw Red Isamu for the first time in eight years. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt since he was a child- like his emotions were too big for his body. When he was a kid, he always figured that one day, he’d grow into them, tall enough to hold all of the pains he was struggling to house. Evidently, he hadn’t grown enough, as the feelings under his skin tried to push their way out. It was confusing and terrifying, like watching a snake eat its own tail; he didn’t understand it, and he wasn’t quite sure that he wanted to.
Sure, his first words had been a tad… harsh, but for once, Green didn’t care about his tone. He didn’t give a shit what Red wanted to hear- what words would make everything okay the quickest. For eight whole years, Green had been thinking of what he’d say to Red if he had the chance, and now that he had finally found him, Red was going to listen.
“You ruined my life, Red. I spent the last eight years thinking that I had killed you. Do you have any idea what that’s like? To have to wake up every day and look in the mirror to see the guy who killed your best friend? I’ve felt like a murderer for eight years, and turns out you’ve been up here the whole time playing mountain man! Every night for seven years, I had nightmares of finding your dead body. Seven fucking years! I’ve been tearing myself apart trying to find pieces of you, over and over and over again and what have you been doing? Whittling?”
Green’s vision was starting to blur, either a symptom of his mounting emotion or empty stomach, but in the light cast by his flashlight, he saw Red signing to him. He made out the signs ‘Green’ and ‘please’ before clicking off his light and deciding whatever it was that Red was trying to tell him could wait.
“I don’t care, Red! I don’t care what you think because that's what you gave up when you fucking abandoned me. And it isn’t just me, either. If you don’t care about me, that’s whatever, but how could you do this to Delia? Your mother gave you everything, and you just took it and ran. You don’t think that it would hurt her? First her husband, then her two best friends, and then her only son? Did you think that she would just get over that? Delia hasn’t felt anything other than grief for eight fucking years, Red. Eight years, by the way, that she still spent raising Daisy and me! That woman is an angel, and you broke her heart. I could care less about my feelings, but you can’t look me in the eyes and tell me that she deserves even half of what you did to her.”
Green was closer to Red than he had been a minute ago, which was odd, because he didn’t remember walking forward, and Red sure as hell hadn’t moved. Whatever, you could have told Green that he was briefly gifted the ability of teleportation and he wouldn’t have given a shit. The only thoughts he could possibly think were about letting his former best friend know exactly how badly he had fucked up.
“Do you wanna know the last thing my grandfather said to me? He asked me what I did to make you leave, and that was the morning you ran away. He hasn’t spoken to me in eight years- he hasn’t even so much as looked at me. Blaming myself for your death was one thing, but having to know that Professor Oak did, too? I’m not mad at myself anymore, but he’ll never forgive me. All I ever wanted was for him to be proud of me, and instead I have to live knowing that he hates me for taking you away from him. Eight fucking years of him looking over my head like I didn’t exist- were the five years of him preferring you not enough? Did you have to take everything from me?”
Red’s hands were moving at a pace that would be difficult for Green to interpret even without the tears in his eyes obscuring his vision. Adding in that obfuscation meant that there was no way in Distortion that Green would have been able to see Red’s pleading- how his right fist was pressed over his heart, rubbing clockwise circles over and over again: sorry. Since Green had no clue what Red was going on about, he jumped to another point he had been wanting to make.
“And I know it isn’t fair to blame you for that, but I still do, because if there's one thing living in your shadow has taught me, it’s that nothing is ever fair. You couldn’t even let me be Champion for a day before you had to swoop in and prove to the world that you’re better than me. And then once you took the one thing I wanted more than anything else, you didn’t even hold on to it! What’s wrong with you? Do you even realize how lucky you were? You had everything I’ve ever wanted- you were the Champion. You had a loving guardian who supported you and wanted the best for you- everybody did. Even Oak. And what did you do with that? You fucked off up a mountain- which, by the way, left the League in shambles for eight years. I don’t even know why I’m telling you this, because obviously it’s too much to ask of you to care about your family, let alone a stranger, but Lance spent nearly eight years working himself to the bone cleaning up the mess you made. And guess what? Even while running two regions’ Pokémon Leagues by himself, he still makes time to visit me, because unlike a certain snapback wearing jackass, he actually loves me! He asked me to take over the Viridian Gym when I was twelve, and when I said no, he held the position open for me until I was sixteen, when I finally gave up on you coming back home. I spent six fucking years living in my grandfather’s house while he actively hated my guts, even though every day under the same roof as him made me feel like I was dying. All because I was waiting for you to come back, because I thought if I moved, you wouldn’t know where to find me, and then you’d leave again. I wasted six years of my life waiting around for you. Do you wanna know why? Do you, Red?”
Green’s trembling hands dug around in his pockets, fumbling around to find a folded up piece of printer paper amongst the cigarette packs and gum wrappers. With a crushing grip, he pulled the paper out, unfolding it and shoving it in Red’s face. The words, though the ink had slightly faded with time, could never be forgotten. They had written themselves on Green’s heart:
1. Friendship comes first
2. Winning isn’t everything
3. Never leave your rival behind
“You promised that you’d never leave me behind, Red, and then you did. Everybody thought you died, but I refused to give up on you because you promised you’d stay with me no matter what. I didn’t care about the Championship or Oak or any of that bullshit- I just wanted my friend back. I was so sure that wherever you were, there had to be something keeping you from me and it was only a matter of time before you came back. Turns out, the whole time you were roasting marshmallows by a campfire! You were up on top of the highest fucking peak on the continent being selfish, while the rest of us rotted away without you. And don’t even pretend like you have any shame about it, because if you actually cared, you would have come back ages ago.”
At that point, Green had once again inexplicably moved even closer to Red, so much so that, if he wanted, he could reach out and touch him- if he had control of his body, that is. Now that the distance had closed, Green was having a harder time ignoring Red’s signing: Green, please, and listen over and over again. The light from the fire allowed Green a visual clarity that he had previously lacked, like a veil had been lifted from his teary eyes. Red’s face bore a unique mixture of desperation and pain, as if he was begging for his life instead of for Green to hear him out. It almost softened his resolve, how pitiful Red looked.
Instead of giving in, Green closed his eyes.
“I don’t care! I don’t fucking care how you feel, Red. Have you ever thought about how I feel? Have you thought about how other people feel? Has it ever crossed your mind that what you do affects other people? Do you even care? I don’t think you ever did, Red. Or is it that we just aren’t worth it to you? I don’t think you ever gave a shit about me, because if you did, you wouldn’t have left me behind. I loved you, Red, more than anything, and I was stupid enough to believe you loved me back, and-”
Green’s screaming was cut off by blinking lights.
--. .-. . . -. Green
#reguri#red x green#red pokemon#green pokemon#namelessshipping#originalshipping#trainer red#champion red#green oak
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writing request: Camila Vee and luz bonding. Maybe relating to possible insecurities Vee could have about her place in the family and wether she can stay in gravesfield after impersonating Luz? You‘re a really good writer and I‘d love to see your take on it!
<3 <3 <3
Vee set a stack of newly cleaned bowls on the kitchen counter, earning her a smile from Camila.
“Thanks, Vee. Good thing we made extra for lunches tonight, huh?”
Vee twisted to check that none of the witchlings had followed her downstairs. “Yeah. Guess it’s going to be a lot of dishes from here on out.”
“Yeah.” Camila hummed, sponging off the counter. “Hopefully not for long. Oh! Not in a ‘I don’t’ want them here’ kind of way, of course! I just… hope we can help them get home.”
“Don’t worry. I know what you meant.” Vee opened the cabinet, pushing the bowls back into place. “If we find a way for them to go back, do you… do you think I should go back? I mean, they said Belos is dead, so it’s not dangerous for me anymore, and I can’t just keep pretending to be Luz now that she’s back.”
“Do you want to go back?”
“No. But Luz is back, so…”
“Weelll… we may have to find a new look for you. But we’ll figure it out. You don’t have to go back if you don’t want to. You’re more than welcome to stay here as long as you like.”
A new look was the least of Vee’s worries. Obviously once everything was out in the open, she’d been able to be whoever she wanted at home, but out in the rest of Gravesfield? She’d only ever been Luz. Everyone she’d met didn’t really know her, they knew who they thought was Luz—or at least a tamer version of her. What if she picked a new face and no one wanted to be around her anymore?
And what about home? She didn’t even know if she’d picked the right bed in the bunk bed or if she’d picked where Luz usually slept. She’d been wearing Luz’s clothes when she went out, and sitting at Luz’s desk. Of course she’d want her things back. Why wouldn’t she?
“I was thinking we’d head to the mall tomorrow,” Camila said casually, “I think I might have some clothes that will work for some of the kids, but I think they should get to pick some for themselves. Maybe we can figure out some new clothes for you, too?”
Vee smiled, a short, tired smile. “That sounds nice.”
Camila gently kissed the top of Vee’s head. “We’ll figure all of this out, don’t worry. Good night, Vee.”
“Good night.”
Vee slithered up the stairs. Amity and Willow had gone to sleep already, and she carefully lifted her tail over the hole Willow had made in the floor. Four in a room was a bit of a crowd, but there was still plenty of space to move around in.
And if not, I suppose I could always shapeshift into something smaller.
“Vee?” Luz’s voice whispered. She was on the bottom bunk. Not where Vee had been sleeping.
For some reason, that made her want to cry.
“Yeah?” she whispered back.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“For taking care of Mom. How… how was she?”
Vee climbed up into bed. “Lonely,” she said softly, “Not all the time, just… sometimes I could tell that she was really sad. She missed you a lot. And I don’t think I could ever…”
I couldn’t ever fill that void
Is that what I’ve been trying to do?
Of course I could never replace Luz.
I wouldn’t want to replace Luz.
Right?
“You helped,” Luz said stubbornly, “I’m sure of it, you helped.”
Maybe. But not enough.
The mall the next day was nearly empty—not that Vee had expected there to be a rush in the middle of the afternoon on a weekday. Still, it felt weird to be walking through the deserted hallways in a huge gang.
Hunter tugged on Vee’s sleeve. “Luz—”
“Vee,” she corrected.
His face flushed a messy red. “Oh—I’m sorry. You just…”
“Can’t be a snake in the mall,” she joked.
“Sorry,” he said again, and moved up to murmur something in Luz’s ear instead.
Vee rubbed her arm. She definitely needed to find a new look. Maybe something that looked a little closer to her basilisk form, or at least gave some hints would be fun. Unnatural hair colors, maybe. Play a little more dangerously—not that anyone in the human realm would have the foggiest idea as to what her true form was. Except Jacob. But still.
Luz dropped back. “Hey, have you been here before?”
“No.”
“I haven’t come since… gosh, since they closed the bookstore that was in here.”
Camila grabbed Luz’s arm. “Mija, look!” she pointed at a line of shopping carts that had a plastic attachment over them to look like racecars. “The racecarts! You used to love those!”
Luz chuckled. “Yeah, I rode them even after I was way too old and big.”
“At least until that mall cop tried to drag you out kicking and screaming.”
“And you hit him with your purse!”
“No one touches my baby girl,” Camila declared, and the two of them laughed.
Luz gasped for breath. “Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh… Are we still banned?”
Vee dropped back. Neither of them seemed to notice.
They have so much history together.
How am I supposed to even START catching up?
Camila shooed the witchlings into a department store. “Start looking around, let me know if you find something you like.”
Luz started to trudge past her mother, but Camila caught her arm. “Hey… you want to give the racecarts a go, mija?”
“I’m a little too old for that.”
Luz shook her mother’s hand off, and Camila didn’t stop her, only watched her go sadly. Vee looked between the two of them, and her mouth set in a firm line. She marched over to the racecarts, pulling one out and running past Camila, beelining for Luz.
Luz turned around, eyes widening as the cart barreled towards her. Vee pushed one last time, then hopped in. “Catch!”
Luz yelped and jumped out of the way, grabbing on the left side of the cart’s handle so that the cart pivoted just before crashing into a rack. Vee flew into the side of the cart.
“Oof!”
“Vee,” Luz yelped, “Are you okay?! What are you doing?!”
“Catching up on childhood losses. Run down the aisle?”
A grin twitched across Luz’s face for a moment, and she took off, pushing the cart down a long straightway, jumping so that her feet were on the bar underneath the cart and they glided along. Vee shrieked as they approached a pole, but Luz expertly planted her foot on the ground and swiveled her body so that the cart swerved around it. She pushed off, regaining momentum.
Luz whooped, and Vee looked up to see her eyes glimmering with that old fire as she expertly bobbed and weaved around stands and kiosks.
And then the came to a crashing halt, sending Vee lurching forward. She gripped the rim of the car and poked her head up to see the cart stopped inches from Camila, who watched with one eyebrow raised.
“Heeehhhhhhh,” Luz panted, “Hi, Mom.”
Camila grinned, walking around to stand behind the cart. “Hop in with your sister, I’ll push.”
Sister?
Vee twisted to look back at the two of them. “Are you sure? Are you sure it won’t… break?”
Camila gave her a different smile, a gentle smile that said ‘I know what you’re thinking.’ “I think there’s more than enough room for two,” she said lightly.
“Hey!” a voice called, “You’re too big for that, put it back!”
Luz yelped, vaulting into the cart and wriggling next to Vee. “Scoot over! Go, go, go!”
Camila bolted, and they flew down the aisle, followed by angry yells.
“Are we going to get banned?” Vee yelled.
“Only if we get caught!”
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Apologize
Pro Hero! Shinsou Hitoshi x Pro Hero! Female! Reader
***This is an 18+ fic. Minors DNI***
Warnings: noncon/dubcon (seriously it's very much not verbally consentual so be warned) dom/sub dynamics, brat/tamer dynamics, Shinsou being mean as fuck, breath play, humiliation(?), hatefucking, edging, light bondage, threat of heavier bondage, begging, nicknames (pretty girl, baby, baby girl, sweetheart, brat), he calls reader a bitch once, brat taming(?), sub drop, shitty ending cause my brain didn't want to imagine that bit. an itty bitty drop of yandere if you squint hard enough. lmk if I missed anything
Word Count: 2k
Author's Note: Nobody look at me, don't even percieve me. This came to me at asscrack o'clock in the morning while I was TRYING to sleep. Everyone can thank my insomniac brain for this. Honestly, fuck you brain. I need SLEEP. Anywho, I cranked this out in like an hour all in one sitting. Fun.
Anywho, enjoy~
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He’s been relatively nice to you, in the short time you’ve known him. Working alongside the purple-haired hero has been pleasant, you’d even go so far to say it’s been fun. Little jokes shared here and there, random short games like tag in the middle of a slow midnight patrol.
But there’s always going to be sides of people you don’t know about, and it’s really only a matter of time before all hell breaks loose. It starts with a bad bad day.
You’ve both been hunting down a lead for a special case you’ve been assigned for the past week. Today you got so so close. It leads to a dead end. After that, it only gets worse. Dead ends, one after the other, as you try to backtrack your way through where you could have gone wrong. Nothing. And Shinsou is getting more frustrated by the hour as you both hunch over his desk, scouring the case file for anything that could help. At some point, you give up. Decide it’s better to let it go and pick it up another time with fresh eyes and rested brains. You try to be encouraging when you ask him to do the same and join you on the couch.
“C’mon, Shinsou. Relax just for a minute, at least. We’ll look at it again in a few, but you gotta give your brain a break.” He huffs, glares at you for even thinking to suggest that.
“I refuse to sit on my ass like you. I’ve got shit to do.” Now that makes you freeze. He’s never…accused you? Like that?
“Wait- what is that supposed to mean? I’m trying to keep my head on straight instead of stressing and possibly missing something. What do you want me to do?” He slams his fist on the desk, only managing to get a small jump out of you.
“I want you to do your fucking job.” What the fuck? You’re on your feet, slowly stepping toward him. It’s a challenge, really, for him to do or say anything like that again.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?” He straightens and steps around the desk toward you, meeting you in the middle of the room. Both your eyes burn into each other, anger heating the entire room and painting it deep red.
“You heard me the first time.” You huff out through your nose, right in his face, before swiftly turning to make your way toward the door.
“Fuck you, Shinsou. If I knew my ‘partner’ was such an asshole I’d have never agreed to this bullshit.” Yeah, you’ve been fine with him. But you have zero tolerance for bullshit.
And then, in some doomed stroke of luck, you’re pinned to the wall before you can even react. Your vision blurs as you’re spun, the wind is knocked from your chest as your back hits the wall and your entire body is pinned by his own. Both your wrists are swiftly gathered in one of his large fists above your head, and his other hand wraps delicately around your throat, deft fingers squeezing ever so gently.
“You’re being such a damn bitch. Don’t you know this is important shit we’re working on?”
“What the fuck? You lash out at me and I’M the bitch?! Fuck o–” You’re cut off when his fingers squeeze hard, the rest of the word coming out garbled.
“Fuck, do you ever shut up? So vulgar, too.” You almost manage an eye roll, between trying to breathe and wriggling in his grasp in an attempt to escape. He’s playing with your breathing, squeezing in pulses and never letting up for too long. It’s making you dizzy, your chest heaving with every breath he so graciously granted you.
You hate to think it’s turning you on.
“I should gag you and string you up in the closet with my binding cloth. Maybe then I’ll be able to get something done for once.” He can feel your pulse quicken, see your pupils dilate just the tiniest bit and your thighs squeeze together ever so slightly. He’s got you right where he wants you.
“Oh? Little brat likes that idea? Well too fuckin’ bad, you don’t get what you like, or what you want.” He quickly spins you around and brings your hands down behind your back, securing them with that damned cloth of his, before slinking a hand around your throat again and pinning you to his front.
“Now here’s what’s gonna happen. You’re gonna apologize for interrupting me, for slacking, and for being a brat. And you’re gonna convince me you’re sorry, or else you don’t get to cum. Understand?” Who knew he could be so damn sadistic? And so fucking self-centered. What a piece of work. And you make it known how you feel.
“As if I’d apologize to the likes of you. Jackass.” He only chuckles before wrapping an arm around your waist, slipping his hand down the front of your sweats and snapping the band of your panties against your skin. Fuck. Why can you feel yourself getting wet?
“Now, what do you think I’m gonna find down here, huh? Cause I can tell you’re already hot and bothered, all for me.” You squirm harder, wiggling around to get him off you. But were you really trying? You’re a pro hero for god’s sake, surely you could get yourself out of this even with your hands bound. But why would you want to, when you already feel this good?
He’s walking backward, dragging you along with him until he reaches the couch, plopping down and leaning against the arm, sprawling his legs along the cushions with yours over top of them. With your arms bound it’s easy for him to release your throat in favor of tugging down both your sweatpants and panties, chuckling at the dark patch right in the crotch of your underwear. He doesn’t say anything about it. You both know he was right earlier, you both know your burning embarrassment.
He drops both items to the floor before gripping both your thighs and prying them open, despite your nowhere-near-best efforts to keep them wedged shut. Your knees are either side of his and his ankles hook over top of your own to keep you spread for him. Exposed for him.
“Let’s try this again, pretty girl.” It’s sickly sweet, the way he says it. Mocking and praising at the same time. A hand is at your throat again while the other reaches down to glide his fingers between your folds. You’re wet. Really, really wet. You can hear the squelch as he gathers your juices on his fingers and spreads it over your clit, rubbing slow firm circles over the already swollen nub. You jolt, and he chuckles. Fuck this is humiliating. And so hot.
“Apologize, and I’ll let you cum. You’ve got all the time in the world. As long as you do it before you cum I’ll work you through it, I promise.” You don’t want to. Apologizing is just admitting defeat. He can’t play this game forever, you can hold out, you’re sure of it.
Except his fingers are moving faster over your clit, rubbing harder and working you closer to that edge. And fuck, if it doesn’t feel so good the be so close to cumming. Your legs are starting to tremble, thighs trying to close around his hand and your breathing is getting heavier. You’re so close. Just a little more.
And then he stops.
Your entire body jolts with the lost orgasm, and you bite your lip to keep from making any noise. You can’t let him know he’s getting to you.
“Aw, did that not feel good baby? I’m sure you didn’t like me ripping that away from you. But it’s okay, you’ve got another chance to make it up to me.” And that isn’t a lie. You do get another chance. One you don’t take. He builds you up with just his fingers on your clit, dragging them away before you can fall over that blissful peak. It’s so frustrating, being so close and yet still so fucking far.
After the fourth or fifth time, there are tears in your eyes begging to fall, clumping your lashes together. Your thighs and abdomen burn from the constant tensing. And Hitoshi is getting annoyed.
So he starts again, running tight circles over your raw clit with those deadly fingers of his. But this time he dips two down into your pussy and curls them hard, slamming that spongy spot inside you. It’s so unexpected, so sudden you let out a loud, wanton moan as you arch off of him and buck your hips into his hand.
“There we go, baby girl. That’s it. Make some noise for me.” He doesn’t stop when your moans turn to whimpers and your whole body begins to shake with the intensity of your oncoming orgasm. You can feel that tight knot in your belly start to fray, pulling so tight it’ll snap any moment now, and the instant you start to cum he rips his fingers away from you. The tears you’d willed not to fall begin to stream down your cheeks, you’re too far gone to care that your sniffles and cries sound so pathetic. And you begin to grovel. Just like he wanted you to.
“Please -hic- please ‘Toshi, I wanna cum. Please let me cum it hurts.” He coos down at you, nuzzling his cheek against your own and you nuzzle right back, wrapped right around his sticky finger.
“Awe, poor baby. It hurts?” you nod, “Well, then you know what you have to do right? All you gotta do is apologize, and you can cum as many times as you want baby. Yeah? Doesn’t that sound good?” You nod again, whimpering into his mouth when he turns and ghosts his lips against yours.
“Go on then, sweetheart.” You shudder and hiccup some more, before finally giving in.
“I’m s-sorry, Shinsou. ‘M so sorry, I didn't mean to be a brat. I’m sorry for making you mad! I promise it won’t -hic- happen again, please I’m so sorry.” He’s glowing from it, from how pathetic you sound, how helpless and blissed out you are. Limp against his frame after being edged so much. So beautiful. And all his, he decides.
“Such a good girl for me. You can cum now, baby. Cum for me.” His fingers return to your sopping pussy, immediately battering your g-spot while his thumb rubs at your clit. You’ve never cum so fast or so hard in your life. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you see white, ears ringing as your whole body tenses and shakes, bowing off him as you nearly shout a broken moan. He helps you ride it out, continues stroking at your walls and clit until your body falls back down and shakes from overstimulation. Only then does he stop, wiping his cum soaked fingers across your thigh before tilting your head to lock his lips with your own. Though, you’re a little too out of it to reciprocate the sloppy makeout.
“C’mon baby, come back to me.” He’s tapping your cheek lightly, releasing the cloth around your wrists and massaging the tender skin. It takes a few minutes for your eyes to refocus, your breathing to stop stuttering and your limbs to stop trembling. When you do come back to reality, you cling to Hitoshi like a magnet.
“There you are. Shh, you’re alright baby.” You cry into his chest, almost wailing after the sudden release of endorphins. You’ve never felt so low, especially after such a heavenly high. He holds you, rubs your back and pets your hair, presses little kisses everywhere he can reach until you’ve fallen asleep from exhaustion.
He decides that maybe a break was needed, and that an apology from him was in order. But that can wait until you’re both rested, and you’ve been taken care of. For now, he allows himself to drift to sleep beneath you.
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Just A Child
Darkiplier x teenage!gn!reader (PLATONIC)
Requested by 🖌 Anon:
“Bro (/gn), Would you be willing to write something about this idea? So, in the Markiplier universe- under the assumption that Actor has been Mark in each project- he kinda drags Viewer (Ima call them V) along with him, right? So, imagine if instead V was actually just a nervous teen. (Obviously the people in each universe would just be complimenting V, not flirting) So, they're sticking with Mark since they don't really have anyone else to rely on or anything. But what if they don't really like Mark, and see Dark as a more stable... well... everything. An you know how Dark seems kinda hooked on getting V "out of Mark's grasp" basically? So, what if V takes him up on that, and Dark DOES manage to get V away from Mark, and like, takes them back to the Ego mansion or smth and kinda just helps them adjust and interact with everyone and more-or-less becomes their caretaker/guardian? If not, that's fine! Either way, have a great day/night/etc. :)”
I highkey had a hard time writing this one and I'm not, like, 100% happy with it but idk maybe it's just bc I've been working on it for a while lol
Warnings: Actor is a creep in this (mostly implied), hurt/comfort-ish?
Word Count: 1563
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You fidgeted as you walked through the theater again. The incessant “Bonjour”s were giving you a headache at this point. And the most you’d had to eat was a sandwich. Though, it was a while ago since that happened…
“The romance?... Or the horror?”
The last time you came through here, you’d “watched” the romance. It was… something.
You pointed at the horror door.
“Good idea! I’ve actually never seen this play before. I don’t even know who made it, so…” Mark shrugged, smiling that fake, plastered-on grin as always. “Could be a fun adventure.”
“Good luck!” One of the waiters… employees… One of the men that seemed to work everywhere you went stared dead at Mark. It was the first time you saw him so serious.
Mark also seemed unsettled. “Oh, okay. Alright.” He did a little salute as he said, “Bonjour!” to the employee.
As you followed Mark to your seats (him going on a one-sided dialogue about how he was a “patron of the arts” and so on), you couldn’t help but feel… unsettled. You looked around. Nothing was out of place since the last time you came through here. And yet, a chill still ran up your spine as you sat in the front row seat, directly in front of the lone table on stage.
“You want some popcorn?” It was futile to reach for a piece, but you tried anyway, before the carton of kernels was pulled away. “OH! It’s starting!”
Was it?
When you turned back to Mark to ask him just that, you found his chair empty. The cold feeling of dread covered your shoulders like a blanket. Your gaze found itself once again fixated on the table on the stage. Creaking sounded from every corner of the room. A high pitched whine rang out, coming from within you just as much as it was coming from around you. The room began to distort. Change. Shift.
And then it was dark.
“You’re… different.”
You would have screamed, but you couldn’t feel yourself anymore. It felt like your body had been swept away, like all that was left in this void was your conscience. Instead, you stared.
The man before you looked like Mark. But he felt… wrong. Looking at him gave you a headache. His skin was pale, lacking any color at all. In fact, the only color you could see anymore were glitches of red and blue that clung to his suit and formed distorted versions of the man standing behind himself.
The man tilted his head. His neck cracked sickeningly. “So,” he mused, though his voice lacked any mirth, “he’s dragging along helpless teenagers now… How pitiful.”
Who are you? echoed around in your mind. He didn’t answer your question, if he even heard it at all.
“I know this must seem confusing, like a bad dream you can’t wake up from… But believe me when I tell you that it is all his doing.”
In a blink of an eye, you found yourself sitting at the table from the restaurant. The only difference, aside from the nothingness that surrounded you, was the man in Mark’s place. He had his fingers interlaced, hands resting on the edge of the table.
“Endless choices, all leading you back here.”
A voice whispered from the darkness. Trapped. A moment later, the man was saying the same thing.
“You’re trapped in his little game.”
Your voice came as little more than a whisper. It faded into the darkness surrounding you.
“How do you get out?” He tilted his head at you. Curious, studying. As if he didn’t expect you to ask such an odd question. “I can help you.”
In another flash, you were back outside. You weren’t sure where, but it felt less suffocating than the endlessness from before.
“Enough of the choices. Enough of this endless cycle of meaningless.” He straightened up, brushing his hair back from his face before holding out his hand. “I can get you out of here. You just need to let me i-”
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“Oops.” The world was dark again. You didn’t look up from your chocolate ice cream. “Looks like you made the wrong choice.”
“I-I shot someone.”
Even after all of this fake Mark’s reassurances that it would be okay, your hands were still shaking. The heavy weight of the gun still sat in your palms. But every time you looked, it wasn’t there.
The man, entity, whatever he was, watched as you picked up your spoon. It trembled and shook in your grasp. He worried for a brief moment that you would drop it before it even reached the bowl.
“I’m sorry.”
You looked up. The blue and red that surrounded him seemed dimmer than earlier, softer. You couldn’t hear the ringing that pressed against your skull. He thought you looked like an infant - too young and small to be dragged into Mark’s mess.
“What I promised you still stands.” He reached his hand across once more. His hand was ice cold as it grabbed yours, stilling your tremors. “I can get you out of here.”
You should have been terrified. First Mark, with his uncomfortable flirting, as if this was all just some role that needed to be played. Then the endless loops. And now…
“Wh-What.” You cleared your throat, trying to steel the dread in your soul. “What’s your name?”
He tilted his head, brow furrowing. He seemed to ponder this for a moment.
“Do you have a name…?”
“I used to,” he admitted. A flash of… something in his eyes. “I suppose, for simplicity’s sake, you may call me Dark.”
You whispered his name with a mixture of awe and curiosity. “M-My name is-” The world fell away before your eyes.
You blinked up at the building before you. A… museum? Paintings hung on walls peeked out of the large glass windows. You could just barely see a sculpture inside. You looked down at your clothes and found you were wearing all black. A grapple gun rested on your hip.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Turning on a dime, you were face to face once again with Mark. His lips curled into a cheshire grin. There was too much knowing in his eyes.
“You’re not backing out now, are ya?”
-
Your phone buzzed. You pulled it from your pocket with trembling fingers.
Don’t you feel like you’re running in circles?
You didn’t recognize any of the portraits on the walls. All of them had their eyes crossed out. And it felt like they were… whispering to you. The only one that looked even remotely familiar sat at the end of the hallway. It looked like-
“Same snake, different skin.”
You wheeled around, heart racing in your chest. Dark stood there, hands behind his back, in a white suit this time. He looked just as malcontented with your presence in this “game” as he had the last time you saw him.
“Always spinning his yarns, his webs, his lies.” He sighed, tilting his head. He seemed almost like a disappointed parent, scolding you for staying out too late. “I always thought that you were trapped in his games. Perpetually plunging down the rabbit holes of his stories. Helpless. Lost.”
You looked over your shoulder at the last portrait. The paint had flaked away and fallen off, but you remember the smiling face that was there before. The disgusting, plastered-on smile that was always there. “Was that Mark?”
The entity hummed. In a flash of red and blue, he was standing in front of the painting, scowling at the gilded frame. “He is behind all of this. Pulling the strings like a puppeteer controlling a marionette.” His gaze flicked over his shoulder. You swallowed at the implication.
“Last time…” Your brow furrowed. How long ago had that been? How long ago was it that you sat at the ice cream parlor, being comforted after shooting Mark? You swallowed, and pushed back the thought. Dark’s face softened, as if he knew what had crossed your mind. “Last time you said you could get me out of here.”
He turned his body to face you. Haloed by the light above the picture, he nodded. “I can.”
Unbidden, tears welled in your eyes. “Please.” You bit your lip, fighting the shake in your voice. “Please get me out of here.”
He stepped forward, stopping a few feet in front of you. His face was somber, gentle. He seemed to look you over for a minute. Perhaps he was seeing what you’d gone through - the prison, the forest, the pirate ship, the cave. Every now and again, an image of himself would turn to the side and scream.
You swallowed hard. Would he turn you away now? He so openly gave you his hand before, offered a way out. Would he abandon you in this loop now? A warm tear fell down your cheek.
“Please.”
Cold arms wrapped around you, pulling you into a broad chest. A hand carefully cupped the back of your head. “I will get you out.” He held you as you clung to him and cried into his suit. He could only hope they were tears of joy and relief, and not for the choices you’d been forced to make. You were just a child, after all. And he would make sure Mark knew, too, when his time came.
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Baby It’s Cold (Lee Jooheon x Fem!Reader) [Requested]
I feel like this is one of the first times I've ever actually requested from you and that feels like a horrible sin considering I devour and enjoy absolutely everything you write before anyone even sees it, lmfao. I'm gonna be so unhelpful with this 1K (!!!!) celebration request but Jooheon and cuddles, legitimately that's all I can figure out that I want lmfao. Can be smutty, fluffy, both, idc. I need some Joo cuddles IRL too, if ya wanna somehow magic that as well. 🤭🫣
(I can absolutely find a prompt, btw, if you want something more.... More. 😂😂😂 Just lemme know here or text me or whatever. 🥰)
Also, again, I am so PROUD and excited for 1K! You deserve this and so so so much more and this is the year you get all the wonderful things you've been working so hard for! I love you so much! 🫂🥰🤍
Pairing: Jooheon x Reader
Genre: New Relationship AU, Non-Idol AU
Rating: 18+
Word Count: 998
Tags: fluff, slightly angsty, suggestive, slight somnophilia
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Jooheon loved cold, snowy weather. Seeing the world blanketed in white fluff as more of it sprinkled from the sky always filled him with nostalgia. He’d remember days as a kid, playing in the snow with his friends - particularly the girl next door.
“Joo?” As if she could hear his thoughts, she stirred in her sleep, brushing her hip against his as she rolled over. He lifted his arm and she curled up against him like a puzzle piece, humming contentedly when he pressed a kiss to the top of her mussed hair. To be honest, Jooheon never thought things would turn out this way.
Kihyun had warned that he’d be doomed to a life of second-best if he never faced his fear of rejection. After suffering through college life - where he watched her date and suffer heartbreak over and over - Jooheon realized Kihyun was right. It’d taken a few shots of whiskey for courage, but he went for it. She’d been standing out on the balcony of Kihyun’s apartment, taking a break from the chaos of Changkyun’s private birthday party.
“Hey there,” he murmured when he slid the door open. “You’re not out here freezing are you?”
She turned to him, pretty face lighting up when she saw who was speaking. “It’s not too bad.” She held up her red cup. “You know alcohol makes me hot.”
He nodded as he closed the door behind him. “Some things never change, do they?” Once he was shoulder to shoulder with her, he took a sip from his own cup. “So where’s what’s-his-face? The pretty model guy.”
She made a derisive noise and rolled her eyes before gulping down the rest of her drink. “Last I heard, he was balls deep in someone’s wife. Might be dead by now.”
Jooheon couldn’t keep the surprise off his face. “Another cheater? What the hell, do you have a cheater magnet strapped on your back or something?” He immediately regretted his words upon seeing the way she flinched. Switching his cup to his other hand, he put an arm around her shoulders and gave her a squeeze. “Jeez, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I'm just,” he exhaled as he pulled back, “surprised, yet, not?”
She grimaced. “You can just say I have shit taste in people. I mean, the signs were there. They always are.”
For the life of him, he didn’t see how he could turn the conversation in his favor. Instead, he followed her example and observed the busy city below them. The lights glittered like stars, reflecting in her sad eyes. He wished he could protect her from the pain of failed romances. However, he wasn’t sure she was even interested in him. They’d spent plenty of time together over the years - with others or just alone. There was something there, but was it enough to justify putting their friendship in jeopardy?
It was then that the first snowflake caught his eye. A speck of white fluff fell from the sky and landed on her hair, melting upon contact. He was running out of time. “Oh, look, Joo. It’s snowing,” she murmured holding out her hand. It reminded him of making snowmen with her as a kid. Of trying to sled down a hill only to fall off it, laughing so hard he went light-headed and nearly passed out.
No one ever made him laugh as hard as she did.
Her shoulders drooped. “I guess we should head back in?” She started to drop her hand only for him to place his on top. She looked at him, brow furrowed. “Joo–?”
“Not yet.” He cleared his throat and looked up at the night sky. He was aware of the chill in her fingertips and the way they absorbed his warmth. “Not until I figure out how to tell you how I feel.”
Somehow, he didn’t need to say more. She just knew. Her fingers slipped between his and held on tight. She never let go, not when they went back inside, not even when Minhyuk made a scene about it. It filled him with sour patch kids and pop rocks. When the party started to die down, he offered to take her home but she insisted on staying with him.
She muttered something in his ear as she tossed a leg over his.
“Say that again?” He came back to the present.
“I’m cold. Hold me.” She repeated as she nuzzled her cheek against his chest.
“Oh! Say no more, sweetheart.” He turned over onto his side to face her. She kept her leg over him, hiking it up to his hip as she pulled him flush against her body. Within seconds she was settled and content, falling asleep. He smiled to himself as he pressed down her hair and kissed her forehead again before resting his hand on her hip. Feeling her soft skin under his fingertips reminded him that she’d taken up his offer to wear one of his shirts to bed. With that visual replaying, he became acutely aware of the way her breasts pressed against his body. How her lips grazed the column of his neck.
He cursed under his breath when he felt the first stirrings in his pajama pants. The hand on her hip flexed with a squeeze of her flesh and she made this little sound somewhere between a hum and a moan. Gas on the slow fire, fully consuming him. He tried to avert his thoughts, wanting to fully appreciate this soft, sweet moment, but then her hips were moving against his. A slow grind against his growing erection as her hand pawed at his back.
“Shit.”
Her head tilted back, sleepy eyes unfocused as her lips caressed his jaw. “Joo? Are you awake?”
“Y-yeah.”
She made another sign - this time a full-throated moan that made him shiver as her nails pressed into his back.
“Mmm. They say skin-to-skin contact is the best way to stay warm. Let’s get naked.”
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↜𝗕𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲↝
𝘎𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘚𝘪𝘨𝘮𝘢 𝘹 𝘧𝘦𝘮!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳
Genre: Angst-Fluffꕤ
Word count: 1197
Warning: slight suic*de themes
It was a long day today, going place to place over and over again. You were on the verge of falling asleep while walking back to your apartment.
Life seems so dull. Empty. Like there’s no color as you walk through the streets, eyeing each building that is lifeless. You feel stuck in a loop of the same events repeating— eat,sleep, work. This is not the life you imagined when you were young, you had hopes and a dream till the cruel reality crushed it all. You wished that things would change for the better-maybe start living instead of surviving.
You walk across the crosswalk, your eyes half-lidded, but in the corner of your eye you see a speeding car headed towards you.
Oh. Maybe this is it. Your life would end here and you wouldn’t have to worry about anything if everything just ended right here. Things would be more peaceful knowing you wouldn’t be stuck surviving any longer.
And as if time slows down your eyes widen and all you see is a blinding light.
When you recover you’re on the sidewalk standing in front of a young man, he has white angelic wings and a halo, floats towards you and grabs your hand.
“Are you okay?”
Am I dead? Is this heaven?
As I blink my eyes I then look at the young man who was floating- wait, FLOATING? I took a stepped back immediately looking at the man in front of me closely.
“Who are you? What are you?”I furrowed my eyebrows, pointing at him accusingly as if the man himself committed a crime.
“My name is Sigma, I am a guardian angel, assigned to protect you.” He has a gentle smile towards you and holds out a hand. “May I walk you home?”
“W-wait what?!” I slightly start to panic backing away from an Angel who calls himself Sigma. “Please, there is no need to panic, everything will be okay.”His hand reaches out to you. “Please let me walk you home, I will explain everything.” I only nodded in reply.
The walk was mostly silent, though Sigma did speak “I’ve been given the job to protect you from any danger, though you must be careful, people cannot see me, and I can only communicate through telepathy, so it may look like you are a little crazy.” The guardian said looking at the silent woman beside him. She must be processing what had happened before she was saved, and how her life could have ended-
Sigma shuddered at the thought.
Finally after always being by her side since birth he was now talking to her. Something he thought would never happen, really. He looks at her patiently waiting for her reply admiring her features beautiful. He thought.
“So have you been guiding me since I was a child?”
“I was assigned to you shortly after your birth, I’ve been here watching over you silently this whole time.” I stopped walking to stare at Sigma then asked
“Does that mean you see me naked?”
Sigma who was caught off guard turns bright red and looks at the ground “Er… yes. I’m sorry it’s a requirement for me to accompany you wherever you go, I understand it’s a bit strange..”
*blink*
*blink*
“WHAT?!!”
Sigma puts his forehead in his hand in panic“ I’m so sorry, but I am an angel, and we do not understand much of the human body. I did not mean to offend you..”
“O-oh forget it, I should have stayed curious”
I looked away feeling my face heat up at the thought. If his been with me since birth then does that mean he knows that I used to play my mother shampoo bottles to make my so called potions when I was young? My thoughts were then interrupted.
“If it’s any consolation, I find your body quite beautiful.”Sigma is once again bright red and looks down at the ground, hiding his face from you out of embarrassment.
“Eh?! Well thank you then” As I blush at his statement we then finally arrive to my apartment door.
Sigma still stares at the ground and follows you into your apartment “You’re welcome..” If that is your reaction to a simple compliment he would have love to compliment you more each day everyday.
The apartment looks dull and empty. As you turn on the lights to take off your shoes and put your coat aside you, so many questions has been circling through your mind ( you did your best to keep it in the back of your head) after your so called guardian angel has saved you. Things were about to end or so you thought till you were saved. You should be grateful but you feel somewhat disappointed to live in this hell-hole we call life. But maybe this time things will change because now you know you aren’t alone anymore.
As you turn your head to look at the angel who has been admiring you- unbeknownst to you. You then decide to ask him a question.
“H-hey if you don’t mind me asking, if you’ve been by my side to protect me then why did you just decide to appear to my now?”
He shifts awkwardly and scratches his head “I am not allowed to physically manifest myself unless something happens that is too dangerous for me to intervene without revealing myself.” He pauses to think of a better way to word what he said “Something of a special case, basically.”
“Oh well im safe now so does that mean you’ll stop appearing?” Disappointment is laced in her voice, could she perhaps be sad? The Angel was in fact aware you were alone no friends to accompany you, or family members to check up how you were.
Sigma is quiet for a moment.
“Unfortunately, I need to still check up on you and make sure there are no other threats to your life, but if you want I don’t need to accompany you.” He smiles at you.
How sweet. Such a gentle smile was now presented in the male’s face. Since when was the last time I feel warm, it’s like the apartment wasn’t so dull anymore like a light of hope, a sign I’m no longer alone. I rushed to hug Sigma.
The angel is taken back by surprise, but hugs you in return, patting your head in a playful manner.
“Wait a minute!” I broke the hug and looked at sigma surprised. “I can hug you?!”
“Yes, I am a bit more solid now that I’ve manifested..” He looks at you curiously, as though you were asking a strange question.
“Oh cool” I chuckled awkwardly, looking away at Sigma.Sigma walks over to you and rests his head on your shoulder, smiling at you “Can I ask you a question..?”
I feel my face heat up little surprised with his action “Sure what’s up?”
“Do you think you could possibly love me?”
Is what he would have like to asked. He was staring intently into your eyes, admiring the person he treasures the most. Who he’d protect as long he can.
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