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crimsonteaaddict · 6 months

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imagine ending up the “final girl” to a slasher couple, no matter your gender this slasher couple is just head over heals for you or as a true linguist might say they were both smitten- they’d been struck by pure adoration for you.

Imagine It wasn’t originally apart of their plan. Kian and Lucetta had both planned to come to this camping site and kill everyone before fucking on the carnage they created but you were just too perfect for them to dispose of.

This story goes beyond being an imagine, completely on accident.

Warning: slasher, minors dni, cancer, mostly plot little porn, dubcon, kidnapping, pet play, death of a loved one previously, gore, murder, father mentioned, Yandere, actually written with the darling in mind being more masc but was written to be read by anyone.

You weren’t really the biggest camper in the world, sure this wasn’t your first time camping but you didn’t do it often, in fact you’d only come out here because your dad who loved camping had recently died of cancer and even though you had been to his funeral and you knew this was coming you needed time to grieve.

The man loved camping, sure he wasn’t the best father, he was an asshole fifty percent of the time but in the other fifty percent he was great. You knew he had been trying, then he got sick, he started wanting to travel even more than he had been before and bought an RV.

You went with him and your mom a handful of times but you mostly came over to watch their house while they were gone. So to be here alone in the RV your mom allowed you to take camping for the weekend felt strange, their was this out in your stomach but you were convinced it was just grief or nervousness to be camping.

Once you arrived at the site you went inside the front building to check in, you were pretty far out, or the campsite was at least. In the midst of your nerves you had grabbed your reservation papers… just your reservation papers and your wallet before heading into the building.

Upon opening the front doors you saw a rugged woman behind the front counter conversing with a tall man with a fairly muscular build, long brown hair, a sharp jawline and just enough facial hair to suit him. Next to the way stood a woman who was on his arm. She had long black hair, dark eyes that were almost black, a cute beauty mark just over her upper lip and a beautiful smile.

They were both extremely attractive you immediately noticed. And before you knew it they man was long down at you and the woman up. “You alright there?” The man teased with a seemingly lighthearted smile, they were clearly trying to get through and you were distract.

You snapped out of it quick. “Yeah, yes, sorry, sorry, I zoned out. I’ll just—” You quickly moved in a hurry to be out of the couples way but the pretty woman quickly let go of the man’s arm and gently grabbed yours.

“It’s alright, we’re in no rush.” She said purposely making eye contact with you to get across her sincerity. You felt like she meant something more to her words but you couldn’t figure out what it was. You then wondered if your eyes were still red from the crying that been happening on and off all throughout your three hour drive. She gently dropped your arm and their eyes followed you as you skittered to the front desk quickly handing the lady sitting at your front desk your papers before giving her your full name. The beautiful couple then exited which if you weren’t in such a fluster you might have found odd considering they seemed to have lingered even after you were out of their way.

In a moment you had finished checking in and quickly moved to go back to your RV reaching for your keys in your pocket as you hadn’t really unlocked the doors and went out through the side one… in that moment you realized you’d left your keys in the RV. It takes you not time at all to rush up to the drivers side step up and peer in before stepping down and banging your head once against the RV door. This has happened before. Once. With your dad.

The exact same thing happened but at the time your dog had been itch you when it happened last. That was all it took for you to start sobbing like crazy, forehead first against the RV. Which immediately drew the attention of the couple you’d seen earlier who were about to drive their car into the camping site but were having trouble with the gate.

The second they’d heard the small smack followed by sobbing the gate had opened and while the two of them truly had no cares normally, they were curious. They hadn’t even started yet, why were you so miserable darling. The pretty woman glanced over to her boyfriend and he was quick to shift the car into park before hoping out.

A moment after your misery began you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder, “Having trouble?” You heard looking up to see the man from earlier, you didn’t see empathy in his eyes but you weren’t looking, if you were you would have see curiosity and the smirk he was barely holding back.

In that moment you had no choice but to take a deep breath and come back into the moment. Your breathing slowed and after a minute of crying while looking at the man, you began to speak “I left my keys- l-locked them in.” You sputtered out and the man instantly nodded. He knew that there was more to this but you watched as he looked back to the woman leaning against their car.

“I’ll go ask if the lady at the front desk has a spare for your model.” She said unsettlingly knowing that there were a few RV models including your own that had the same lock on the trailer door. You nodded not second guessing it remembering when your dad had asked you to do the same last time but their hadn’t been one so he’d climb onto the back of the RV and began to pry the bathroom window open, you got up and helped him. It took the two of you an hour and help if you remember correctly before you’d climbed in through the window.

The Woman walked away and was your attention was back on the man she didn’t even bother really going back in rather pull a ring of keys from her purse in an area out of site waiting a few moments.

“Camping alone?” The taller man asked and after a moment you finally felt like something was wrong. You wrote it off though because they were helping you.

“Yeah, I hate camping too,” You let out a sad laugh in your broken voice. “But my Dad loved it and I’ve been having a lot of trouble since he passed and—” you paused before verbally realizing you forgot to introduce yourself you ask for the man or the woman he was with’s name.

“Don’t worry about it, we haven’t exactly had the best opportunity to introduce ourselves to one another. I’m Kian, and the lovely woman I am with is my girlfriend, Lucetta.” Kian says one hand coming down to rub on your arm as he examines you particularly interested. You were a cute griever. Something he wouldn’t mind putting under himself and his just as dominant girlfriend.

He didn’t say anything about your loss at first before saying “Was it recent?” All gentle like just to give you a particular image of him so he could crush it later.

You nod starting to fall back into your own head until Kian’s hand guides your fallen head back up by your chin and you notice Lucetta saunters your way jingling a ring of keys.

“They had spares!” She tells you, the truth was she didn’t even need to check she knew they couldn’t help but you didn’t need to know that and weren’t in the right headspace to question it as Kian let out a sigh and dropped your chin.

Lucetta guided you to the side door and unlocked it letting you in with her boyfriend trailing. “if you have any more troubles come find us. We’re site 80.” Kian told you only for his girlfriend to playfully wink at you and add “You can also come if you want some company or if something scares you.” She teases you in a lower octave leading you to believe the two of them might have found you just as attractive as you found them.

It didn’t take long for you to pull in your RV and start making supper (FIRE BURRITOS). The burritos turned out perfect, and you had some edibles you’d got from a dispensary as you sat and stared at the fire thinking about your dad. In fact everything after getting locked out of your RV went off without a hitch… except you had no cell service and as the sun went down and the clock struck midnight, you couldn’t will yourself to sleep.

You laid in the silence for awhile before you heard the first scream. It was just wrenching and the other noises you heard made you wonder if a bear was tearing into someone. You peered out the window at the trailer next to you to see the windows coated in blood from the inside. Panic ensued.

You had no clue what the fuck you were supposed to do but as you got up, rather than getting out of the RV (horror movie faux paux) you started the engine. You had to go get help, now. It was late so as you thought things through you couldn’t help but wonder if Lucetta and Kian had cell service. Your moment of delay allowed whoever was breaking in and killing people to unlock your RV side door.

“Found you!” A sweet voice sang as the beautiful woman from before appeared in you trailer covered in blood. You could tell without a doubt that she wasn’t here seeking solace. You screamed, it was loud and happened without your own consent. You quickly pulled your keys out of the ignition and went out the drivers side. You made a run for the main road and more importantly the main building, their was a twenty four hour gas station and you knew that they probably hadn’t made it their yet based on the fact your trailer neighbour was dead before you.

Each leap hurt, you’d forgotten your shoes but the adrenaline in the dark night didn’t allow you to stop. You heard loud thumping behind you and another set of feet as well.

“Why’re you running! THERE’S NOWHERE TO GO DARLING!” The once timber and extremely attractive voice yelled as you stopped to rip open the gas station doors. You made eye contact with the man before you got inside pulled the shelve right next to the door down to block it from opening. When you looked in the the dinghy rest stop through the flickering lights you saw a man in his mid forties eyes wide open hanging from the ceiling. His face was bloated and had electrical cord wrapped around his fat neck.

The scream you let out was even louder than the first, a moment passed you you heard it. You forgot their was almost always a back door. You heard the sound of a door slamming and then someone slammed on the glass behind you to your right breaking it. In through the window over the ice cream freezer came Kian while Lucetta prowled in from the sketchy hallway which would hold the smelly washroom.

“Gotcha!” Kian announced his voice sounding somewhat deranged and inhuman as his two large hands lurched onto your shoulders pulling your back into his front. You felt something hard prod at your ass and before you could even begin to fight a pair of soft lips that tasted metallic were on your yours. You could feel her chest pressing against your front as he grinder against your back you couldn’t help but felt confused. Her lips were hungry and she was quick to clip something onto your neck which caused you to stomp on Kians foot. You heard a loud groan before her lips disconnected from your and your head was pulled forward.

When you looked you had a leash attached to your neck which was being held Lucetta, she had collared you. Your eyes scanned the store upon seeing a selection of leash’s and dog collars that were all patterned and clearly just a bad attempt to make more money, they even had a place to dog tags. “Grabbed it earlier when we both realized we’d be keeping you, cute, right?” She asked her face level with yours as a hand came down on your ass for the earlier foot stomping.

“Bad puppy” Kian growled out massaging the place he hit before smacking it even harder. You couldn’t think about anything but how these people came and ruined your grieving process likely traumatizing you beyond repair. You somehow were more focused on the current assault than the fact they were murderers and could easily kill you if you pissed them off.

Your brain didn’t know what to do as it switched between the two your eyes darting only for Lucetta to click. “Ki, be nice, little puppy’s just a little nervous, and we don’t want them running away now so we.” She stated the question as more of an answer still not allowing you to reach full height as she stood at full height tugging the collar to bring you level with her pussy. “I’ll give you a treat, all you’ve got to do is be a good pet and you’ll get exactly what you want.”

Her words were tantalizing and you couldn’t help but feel all reason leaving you head from a mixture of the grief, lack of sleep, weed, and slight lack of air from the tightness of the collar. You mewled being subdued relatively easy. You shook your ass a little as you heard a belt buckle coming undone and a zipper before your own pants and underwear were pulled down by the large man behind you and quickly cut free of you by a knife you didn’t know he had in his hand.

“Let’s move this to the counter, Lucy” Kian breathe the words out in a raspy voice getting a teasing smile for said woman.

“Wanna good view of my handy work?” She teased and you could feel his dick twitch under his boxers. The moan he let out was enough for her to tug you along even as his grip came down to your hips. She was quick to push you on your hands and knees when you went to walk like normal letting the word “Crawl” fall from her lips. You obeyed. Soon enough she was sitting on the counter in front of the body she had butchered, it almost didn’t look real but the smell said otherwise, you wonder at what point she had gotten him. You watch and Kians jean clad legs come over you to hoist his girlfriend onto the counter and grab your leash pulling you to stand.

His back came up to yours once more this time to take down his own girl friends underwear and pants. He pulled you back a few steps with him before pushing your top half into a bed so you were face to face with her pussy. He quickly pulled his own cock through his boxers taking a step back and spitting once on his cock before using his precum and saliva as lubricant and he quickly lined it up and stuck it in.

It hurt like hell and everything after that first moment was a blur. By the end of it you’d passed out and when you woke up again you were in an unfamiliar room on a dog bed chained to metal pole drilled into the floor in what could have been a small house or apartment (likely house as you were almost certain no land lord would allow their tenants to drill into the floor.)

#yandere #yandere poly #fem yandere #female yandere #male yandere #Yandere couple #yandere x darling #yandere oc #Yandere x darling x yandere #pet pl4y #tw: death #minors dni #slashers #slasher oc

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Father, Son & The Holy Shit // Jake Seresin

Prologue: [Father, Son & Suck My Dick Seresin.] At a funeral that couldn’t have come soon enough, you relive what could possibly be described as the most devastating tragedy of your entire life. Jake Hangman Seresin.

Warnings: Jake Seresin x Bradshaw!reader. Age Gap. Funeral gathering. Angst! Dark & Mature themes. 18+ Minors do not engage.

Author Note: Thankyou @seresinsaint for encouraging me to be a little fucked up.

-> Masterlist

You never thought this day would come. In your mind, it was ten years overdue. Tens years long long overdue. But even though you’d been praying for this day to come—willing it into existence, it still felt so surreal.

Commander Jake Hangman Seresin was dead. And you couldn’t wait for the soil to set so you could dance on top of his grave.

There was not an ounce of you that felt a single bit of remorse. But regardless, you trailed behind your father, now Admiral Bradley Rooster Bradshaw. Chief of naval operations and chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

“Where’s dad?” Tilly, your ten year old asked softly as she looked up at you and asked as politely as she possibly could. Dressed in a black dress that matched your own, she was the spitting image of you. Only she had those sinful emerald eyes.

You could tell your dad was on the lookout for him too, knowing that it had been just shy of three years since the two of you were in a room together. He was usually the middle man, the mediator in all this. Today was going to be interesting.

“He’s around here somewhere baby.” You paused in your stride as you made it to the bottom of the hill at Wayne Richards Memorial Cemetery. You couldn’t do this, you thought you could but you just couldn’t. “Dad—“ You choked out and Rooster turned on his heels to see how not okay you were. “Can you take Tilly up to Kian please? I—I just need a minute.” He didn’t need to ask if you were alright, he knew you weren’t—but this day wasn’t about you.

It was about Jake Seresin.

“Come on Tilly girl, let's give your mum some space for five, your Dads gonna want you to stamp grandpa’s wings in.” Nothing about that sentence was fucking normal. Nothing about your family dynamic was fucking normal. But you let your dad, Rooster—lead your daughter up the grassy hill towards the funeral gathering.

Turns out Commander Seresin was a pretty loved guy. But that love didn’t run through your veins. No way no how. The only reason you agreed to attend was to see it for yourself. That he was dead and buried and couldn’t mess your life up anymore than he already had. You had so much going for yourself, you were a good person with a bright future.

Except for the past ten years you’d been in and out of rehabilitation and AA meetings that it all just fell through your fingertips. You were, however, a good mother.

“Fuck this.” You sighed and you lit a cigarette, holding it between your lips as you flicked your lighter and lit a flame that soon enough, ignited the cancer stick you prayed would give you some sort of incurable disease that would ultimately take you out of this hell. Knowing your luck you’d live a long and fruitful life—oh how god placed his strongest battles on his weakest soldiers shoulders.

“Those things’ll kill you, you know.” You heard a familiar voice creeping up behind you as you stood at the bottom of the hill, watching car after car attend the funeral of a man that ruined your fucking life.

They’d never know.

“Unfortunately, I’m not that lucky.” You sighed as you blew a plume of smoke up and away from the face of a man you knew hated your very existence. He gestured for the cigarette between your fingers, reluctantly you handed it to him. Thinking he was going to take a puff.

Kian Seresin brought the cigarette up to his lips, turned to look at you—before he dropped it to the grass below and crushed it with his shoe. A shoe that was damn near as black as your soul.

“Ass—“

“Tilly doesn’t need you full of carcinogens.” He hissed. Placing his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. You simply took another cigarette from your purse and lit it all the same. “Y/n—“ You kept eye contact the entire time. “For fuck sake.” Kian sighed, he hated you smoking—always had.

“Free country Kian.” You shrugged. “How you holding up anyway?” You didn’t care. You hadn’t cared about Kian in years, the same way he didn’t care about you. For Tilly you remained passive. You co-parented enough to make it believable that the two of you could stand together alone in a room without blowing each other’s brains out. But that’s exactly why you didn’t spend time together.

Because you both would.

“As well as I can be.” He replied. You knew it was coming. He always had a need to remind you. It was his thing, your therapist told you that it was a coping mechanism—to throw all the blame on you. “You know, for a guy who’s girlfriend fucked his dad.” Ah. Yep. There it was.

“Good one, never heard that one before.” You snapped back. Walking with Kian up towards where he’d lay his father to rest. “I thought you of all people would be pretty chuffed he kicked the bucket.”

“I am.” Kian replied as he played with his suit jacket. “Guy cost me more money in therapy than he could ever repay.” That was probably the one thing the two of you ever agreed upon. “But uh, even after all these years I still stay up thinking about it.” You knew what Kian was referring to because the same thing kept you up. It had kept you up for ten years and would keep you up for a lifetime more. “Do you think he knew?”

“I think he liked to think he knew for sure, but I don’t think we’ll ever find out.” None of this was fair. Your life could be defined into two categories. Pre the Seresins and post the Seresins. Only there would never be a day where you were free of them. You’d be forever tied to the Seresin family. Your daughter Tilly stood to inherit a hell of a lot of money and assets in the wake of Jake's death. “Only the worms know now.”

For two people who couldn’t stand one another—you and Kian always did a pretty good job keeping up appearances. You both knew eyes were always on the pair of you, so that’s exactly why you’d both agreed it was best to not see each other. It was for the benefit of your daughter.

“Dad!” Tilly cooed as she ran up to you and Kian, he crouched and placed a single knee into the grass as he held her tight. “I’ve missed you—“ She nuzzled into his shoulder and for a moment Bradley remembered what it was like when you were that young—when your mother would meet him at the doc post deployment and you’d come running up to him.

“I missed you too, Bugalugs.” Kian mumbled back as he held his daughter, or rather, assumed daughter. The timeline was that blurred the two of you would never really know for sure:

If Tilly Bug Seresin was Jake Seresins daughter or if she was in fact Kians.

Regardless—Kian loved her as his own. He always hoped she was.

“Kian—“ Bradley shook Kians hand with a firm grip, he always had a soft spot for the kid in all of this. “Sorry this family gathering couldn’t be under more positive circumstances.” Without a beat, Kian had you wishing you hadn’t taken a drag of your cigarette when you had.

“Nothing more positive than donating garbage back to Mother Earth, Admiral.” He didn’t miss a single beat. Rooster was just as taken aback as you were—the dig at her grandfather went straight over Tilly’s head. “Shall we?” He smiled your way. Pressing a hand to the small of your back as you coughed and tried to regain your composure.

This was going to be a long, but overdue, funeral.

Just like you thought it would be, it was. You sat with your ex, the hopeful father of your daughter and his family that never knew just how messed up things had gotten. Your dad, Admiral Bradshaw stood at attention with the rest of the Dagger Squad that had been like a found family to Jake. You recognised all of them. They couldn’t look at you. They knew. They all knew and as they looked at your daughter as she stamped the wings into Jake's coffin they wanted to just die.

“Aim!” You held your breath for the gun fire that followed soon after. “Fire!”

“Aim!” Jake didn’t deserve this honorable send off. “Fire!” But he was loved, oh so loved by his family and friends and colleagues alike.

“Aim!” You were probably the only person in attendance that wished this day had come sooner. “Fire!” But you settled for today.

“I’d like to invite Commander Seresins family to say their final goodbyes—“ It was the moment you had been waiting for. The reason you had told your dad you’d come to the funeral. To have the last laugh. One by one you watched members of the Seresin family, including your daughter and her dad say their goodbyes. They dropped a mix of white and yellow chrysanthemums onto the top of the casket you’d dreamed about viewing. One by one your turn was nearing, in the moment you almost choked up—but you’d waited ten years for this moment, you weren’t going to waste it.

As you placed a single flower on top of Jake Hangman Seresin coffin, you smirked just enough to stifle a maniacal laugh. Leaning in, you kissed the top of the coffin and whispered just loud enough that you would be the only person living to hear the last words ever spoken to Jake Seresin. The piece of shit he was.

“You aren’t even good enough for the worms—“ You paused, this was it. Your final goodbye. You felt a weight lifting from your shoulder as you looked to the sky, feeling the warmth of the sun on your skin for what felt like the first time in ten years. “Fuck you, Seresin.” You tapped the wings your daughter had smacked into the coffin.

“Rot in hell.”

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#father son & the holy shit // jake seresin #jake hangman x y/n #jake hangman seresin x reader #jake smut #jake seresin #jake seresin imagine #jake seresin x f!reader #jake seresin x you #jake seresin fic #jake hangman seresin

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anotherofmanyflowers · 4 months

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LYNEY DRABBLE CUZ I HAVE AN ENGLISH TEST TMR, THIS IS MY WAY OF PRACTICING, ENJOY <3 (SORRY IF I MESSED SUM UP, I DIDNT READ HIS LORE YET)

This does feature some sensitive topics, pls be warned ⚠️

He knew you from the start.

The days in the house of the Hearth were fairly boring, the only excitement he felt was caused by fights breaking out in between the other children, but even the fights didn't last too long. If kids were to misbehave, they'd be struck back into their rightful places. He didn't care for a single other kid in that orphanage, the only exception being Lynette and Freminet, but he couldn't always be around them. Even they needed some alone time. But it gets boring being alone. There's only so many times he can throw a ball against the wall until he doesn't wanna catch it anymore. It was all boring and bland- until it wasn't. U were a breath of fresh air, fresh air that Lyney didn't even know he longed for. U were the sun behind the clouds that just managed to appear, a sun he didn't even know he was missing. He found it inspiring how u could stay so confident, so happy, when all the other faces around you were most definitely depressed. U were eccentric, unlike anyone he's ever seen before. U were supportive, cheering him up if he ever failed a magic trick infront of u, even tho he tried not to. He found solace in your smile, in your hug, in your eyes, in your everything.

But bliss doesn't last that long. Before he knew it- u were gone. He almost had a mental breakdown when he heard the news- no, when he saw the news. There wasn't that happy smile there to greet him every morning, there wasn't a hug anymore, and the worst part was that no one knew where u went. But he was sure they didn't even care, they were all the same faces, same thoughts- He thought about the police. Why couldn't they investigate? But alas, the answer came to him so soon, and so depressing. They were orphans. No parents, no siblings, no family, no one. Why would the police care about finding an orphan when they've got bigger fish to fry? But no matter how hard the days seemed to be, he was glad he still had his siblings. U were just an old friend, one he'll never see again..

Or atleast that's what he thinks.

U don't remember the earlier years of ur life, but u didn't try to remember. The only thing that mattered was finishing the job ur client requested of u. Be it an assassination, be it a robbery, u did everything for the right price. From what u heard, in ur childhood u were kidnapped and then sold and sold and sold so many times that u just stopped counting, or atleast that's what they told u. The person in question was the old retired Dr Kian, or as he told u to call him, grandpa. Kian was the first person that ever showed u kindness when all u were greeted with was cruelty. He took u in the night he found u crying by a lamppost in the middle of the night, right after u managed to escape from one of the people that bought u. He was there for u and he tried offering u a normal childhood, but u were far past ever being able to experience anything normally again. He saw the dullness in your eyes, he saw the strained smile u offered others when being polite, he saw how u never laughed along with the other kids, choosing to sit by a bench and stare out, as if zoning out will somehow bring back the childhood wonder u wished u had again.

U were cold, unwavering in your emotionless glares. It was only natural u found yourself in the world that hurt u so much- back where only crimes surfaced. U didn't even know when u trained urself with a blade, but it came naturally, as if u were born with it. U took ur first request when u were only 13. A simple robbery. U managed to get everything ur client wanted and came out with minor bruises. But u hid them well. Well everytime, u never even dreamed of telling Dr Kian of your late night outings, but u doubt he'd even notice, his hearing was getting worse.

U moved to Fontaine the second u were 18. U didn't want to leave Kian behind like that, but the jobs in Fontaine paid a lot more, so u managed to convince urself and make ur way to Fontaine. Kian tried to reason with u, but u wouldn't budge. It isn't that u didn't care for him, he was ur only family, it's just that at this point, nobody could change ur mind, sometimes u urself couldn't change ur mind. And u did make quite a name for urself in the illegal underworld of Fontaine. They called u "the Golden thief", u guess paying extra for the gold case for ur gun did make a difference.. As much as u hated to admit it, the fame of ur actions brought u solace. If the world turned its back to you, at the end of the day, ud still be the agent everybody wanted to employ, u were on top of the game, even if that game was more than illegal.

It was late into the night, the only thing accompanying you being the moonlight. U successfully finished yet another request, now just wanting to go home and relax. U didn't bother going out for any of the trials or shows, they didn't interest u. The only time u were willing to go out was for work, or if u forgot to buy dinner on ur way home. There wasn't anyone on the streets at this hour, everyone already sleeping peacefully in their homes. U were stopped in the middle of your walk from a sudden meow. U looked down and found a cat carefully walking towards u, black fured with a bow tied on its tail. It looked well fed, and was even wearing a small tophat. Despite the cold appearance u had, u couldn't resist petting the cat. U were petting it with a slight ghost of a smile on your face until u found urself stopped mid-motion yet again. A voice suddenly called out, and before u knew it, the cat was gone from your petting and now in the arms of a man that suddenly appeared before u. It took him a while to realize u were there, spending the time telling his cat to not run off like that while u watched from the sidelines. And when he did notice u, his eyes widened a fair amount, but he quickly regained his composure. He introduced himself as Lyney, "the worlds greatest magician!" which managed to make a small smile appear on ur face. He then thanked u for finding his beloved cat, and just as quickly as the familiar boy appeared, he was gone again. But when u placed ur hands back in ur pockets, u found something made of paper inside. U pulled the paper out, revealing front row tickets for Lyney and Lynettes magic show.

Authors note: this wasn't proofread and I wrote it bc my English like writing test is tmrw, wish me luck if ur reading this the minute I'm writing it. Hope u liked reading this, I kinda made everything up while writing it. HEARTT💙💙💙

#lyney and lynette #lyney #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #lyney x reader #lyney x y/n #lyney x you #drabble #fanfic #fypシ #lyney x gender neutral reader #lyney x gn reader #fontaine #fontaine genshin #fontaine x reader #fontaine x you

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ishhbowl · 1 year

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JRWIBLR GIRLFRIEND BRACKET: PART 1

hey guys!!! you guys liked the ship bracket, and i have polls now. therefore : JRWIBLR BRACKET PART 2 ELECTRIC BOOGALOO BABEY!!!!

this time, our beloved characters will be fighting for the title of JRWIblr's Collective Girlfriend!! let's give it up for our contestants!

all polls will go on for 24 hours before the next round starts! once the polls are posted, i'll be linking them under the cut as a sort of masterlist! have fun guys, and happy voting!! :-)

Drey Ferin vs. Mark Winters

Rumi/Elaina vs. Strangle MaCock

Caspian vs. Chip

Rolan Deep vs. Vyncent Sol

Pryce vs. Thanatos

Kira vs. Taxi the Tabaxi

Niklaus Hendrix vs. La Alma

Jay Ferin vs. Ashe Winters (I didn't know that Ashe was a minor, Jay wins by default)

Peter Sqloint vs. Kasper/Mr. Kas

Tide vs. Lizzie Lafayette

Kian Stone vs. Exandroth

Gillion Tidestrider vs. Becky Jones

Alastyr Cross vs. William Wisp

Br'aad Vengolor vs. Timothy Rand

#jrwi #jrwiblr #councilblr #jrwi riptide #jrwi pd #jrwi bitb #jrwi convergence #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi the fated #polls #the jrwi communal girlfriend election of 2023 #<- my tag for this whole thing

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beautiful-boy-bracket · 1 year

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WELCOME TO THE BEAUTIFUL BOY BRACKET

lets start with the minor character section (both sections are in this post), where we have 32 characters handpicked from your submissions by me personally. they are as follows:

Shinjiro Nozomi from Entropic Float: This World Will Decay And Disappear

Xiao Yin from Dislyte

Cherry (Kaoru Sakurayashiki) from Sk8 The Infinity

Kashima Yuu from Gekkan Shoujo Nozaki-kun

Argalia from Library Of Ruina

Haku from Spirited Away

Mytho from Princess Tutu

Emrys from The Hero's Journey

Magnus Chase from Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard series

Kusuriuri from Mononoke, Ayakashi: Samurai Horror Tales

Kai Satou from Your Turn To Die

Santa from Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors

Abi from Akatsuki no Yona

Ramuda from Hypnosis Microphone

Ronald from Jackson's Diary

Ryuji Ayukawa from Blue Period

Yuuya Sakazaki from Hatoful Boyfriend

Cure Infini from HUGtto Precure

Richard from Tales of Graces

Gero Akoya from Cute High Earth Defense Club Love!

Elpizo from Mega Man Zero 2

YiGuang from My Vow To My Liege

Raikou Shimizu from Nabari No Ou

Lio Fotia from Promare

Aurelius from Royal Alchemist

Yuliy Jirov from Sirius the Jaeger

Mochizuki Yukimitsu from Skate Leading Star

Yuri Lowell from Tales Of Vesperia

Lord Golden, aka The Fool, from The Realm of the Elderlings by Robin Hobb

Jim Hawkins from Treasure Planet

Epel Fermier from Twisted Wonderland

Valimer from Women of Xal

some of these names may be misspelled, which i will find out when googling them again to save their images; fault lies with their submitters /lh

as almost 3/4 of these characters have only gotten one submission each, the minor bracket is not seeded, and the matchups will be randomized

now for the major bracket! as this one is possible to seed, i present you with...

the round one matchups in the major bracket will be:

Howl Jenkins Pendragon from Howl's Moving Castle vs Artemis Fowl from the Artemis Fowl series

Zuko from Avatar: The Last Airbender vs Izaya Orihara from Durarara!!

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu from The World Ends With You vs Gerry Keay from The Magnus Archives

Kurapika from Hunter X Hunter vs Lan Wangji from Mo Dao Zu Shi | The Untamed

Alucard from Castlevania vs Aaravos from The Dragon Prince

Legolas Greenleaf from Lord Of The Rings vs Vash The Stampede from Trigun Stampede

Taako from The Adventure Zone vs Albedo from Genshin Impact

Leonardo Hamato from Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles vs Andromeda Shun from Saint Seya

Dorian Gray from The Picture Of Dorian Gray vs Yuri Plisetsky from Yuri!!! On Ice

Gunpowder Tim from The Mechanisms vs Affogato Cookie from Cookie Run

Klavier Gavin from Ace Attorney vs Marluxia from Kingdom Hearts

Mettaton EX from Undertale vs Chuuya Nakahara from Bungou Stray Dogs

Link from The Legend Of Zelda vs Essek Thelyss from Critical Role

Angel Devil from Chainsaw Man vs Kian Stone from Just Roll With It

Tamaki Suoh from Ouran High School Host Club vs Yuri Leclerc from Fire Emblem

Wallace from Pokemon vs Sesshomaru from InuYasha

#beautiful boy bracket #swag competition #tumblr polls #poll society

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tremendouskoalachild · 17 days

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in celebration of learning Lyn's name: _in, _inn, _yn and _ynn names in star wars! not including minor mmo characters, rpgs, and source books (there are so many tho)

bold for on-screen characters (not including niche background characters no one knows), small for legends-only characters

✔ Binn (Ibes), jedi apprentice; Bin (Essada), splinter of the mind's eye

✔ Cin (Drallig), prequels; Cyn (Jodu), 1977 comic; Cyn, darth vader black white and red; (Ardana) Cinn, 2013 comic

✔ Din (Djarin and Grogu), mandoverse; (Orgus) Din, swtor

✔ Finn, sequels; Fyn, tcw tie-in novel; Fynn (Torve), thrawn trilogy; Finn, star wars tales; Finn, legacy; Finn, 1977 comic; Finn (Galfridian), invasion; Finn (Vaal), lost tribe of the sith; Finn (Tegotash), tcw; Finn (Ertay), tcw

✔ Gin (Lesl), swtor webcomic; Gin (Scraf), planet of twilight

✔ Hin, splinter of the mind's eye

✔ Jyn (Erso), rogue one; Jyn (Obah), droids; Jinn (Reeso), tpm racer; (Qui-Gon) Jinn, prequels

✔ (Tulu and Drola) Kinn, fotj; Kinn (Zih), lego tfa; Kin (Kian), rotj; Kin (Robb), tcw

✔ Lyn, obi-wan kenobi and tales of the empire; Lyn (Me), rotj; Lin (Gaava), resistance; Lyn (Sekla), kotor; (Arden) Lyn, masters of teräs käsi; (Koley) Linn, thr

✔ Myn (Weaver), ahsoka; Minn (Ishkah), swtor; Minn, canto bight; Myn (Donos), x-wing novels; Myn (Kyneugh), rotj

✔ Nin, jedi apprentice

??? P

✔ Qin, the mandalorian; Qin (Yazal), tcw;

✔ Rin, swtor; Rinn, thr; Rinn, age of republic; (Chorto) Rinn, swtor

✔ (Zareb and Jariah) Syn, legacy; (Sorzus) Syn, ltots spiral; (Mirith and Jahren) Sinn, crimson empire; Sin(tas Vel), blood ties; (Cariaga) Sin, kotor; (Karr Nuq) Sin, force collector

??? T

✔ Vin, thr; Vin, republic commando; Vin (Nothos), rebellion comic; Vinn, tor novels; Vinn (Atrius), swtor; Vyn (Asara), swtor; Vyn (Holpur), fotj; Vyn (Narcassan), x-wing novels

✔ Wynn (Dorvan), fotj; Wyn(ssa Fel), njo; (Uthar) Wynn, kotor

✔ Xin (Baliss), swtor; (Torvin) Xyn, njo

??? Y

✔ Zinn (Paulness), tcw; Zinn (Toa), tcw; Zin (Graw), TIE fighter; (Axela) Zin, fotj; Zyn, swtor; Zyn (Javeb), prequels

#there don't seem to be any Pins or Tins or Yins that i can find or recall. surprising tbh #SO MANY Finn no-last-name characters #why am i including first and last names? because i have no idea what's going on with din djarin

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councilblr-voting-rights · 1 year

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Totally innocuous post for JRWI fans!!

Which characters have you seen be the subject of genuine and in depth discussions of characterisation, motivations, backstories, etc?

^^^ This is a bit of a tricky question to phrase so let me give some examples. An example could be a lengthy essay on a PC's trauma and how it affect their actions in campaign. It could be someone's extensive headcanon of a minor character's backstory. Another example could be someone dumping about a villain's motivations and internal thoughts. Maybe someone just like draws them a bunch and constantly yells BLORBO, idk. Stuff along those lines.

I'm looking for ANY amount discussion, even if it's just one person who is really deranged about a character.

Characters I already have listed down include:

Chip, Jay Ferin, Gillion Tidestrider, Goobleck Arlin James, Drey Ferin, Finn Tidestrider Alphonze, Amanda Rinn, Apple, Aslana, Aster, Ava Ferin, Caspian, Captain Drake, Duke D Dukem, Edyn Tidestrider, Ella Teach, Felipe, Gryffon, Jayson Ferin, Captain Lizzie, Lunadeyis, Malenia Ferin, Malice, Marshall John, Niklaus Hendrix, Ollie, Pretzel, Queen, Reuben Price, The Elders

Ashe Winters, Dakota Cole, Vyncent Sol, William Wisp Ms Gilbert, Harlem Shade, Jason King Abstinence Boy, Alphonz, Bookworm, Cantrip, Chungus, Doug, Ghoul, Grayson, Lightspeed, Mallard Conway, Mark Winters, Min, Ram, Shockwave, Strider, Summer, Tide Lambert, Wordsmith, Ashe's Mom

Exandroth, Peter Sqloint, Rumi, Thanatos Aona, Elotl, Era, Lizard, Rymir, Thanatos (OG), Terran, Tristan, Yuri, Zuen

Kian Stone, Rolan Deep, Timothy Rand Becky, Jesse, Rachel Rand, Richie Sanders, Sarah

Aster Aeliana, Connor Connors, Ryan Selucreh Romeo

Br'aad Vengolor, Mountain, Sylnan Vengolor, Taxi, Velrisa Katherine, Redd Boye

Alastyr Cross, Flynn Gustwind, Kasper, Kroe Wyse

I need help because I!! Am not all seeing and all knowledgeable. I will edit this post with responses so check on the original before responding. Please and thank you!!

#...mystery bracket #jrwi #jrwishow #jrwi riptide #jrwi prime defenders #jrwi pd #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi blood in the bayou #jrwi bitb #jrwi mythborne #jrwi fated #jrwi the fated #jrwi the fated five #jrwi convergence

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goth-transmascneu-dom · 2 months

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Welcome to the alleyway [ 🚫 NO MINORS 🚫]

I'm Kian or Koa, he/they/it pronouns. I'm a switch, but most of this content will be heavily leaning into the top/dominant role. I'm achillean, so my content is mostly masc and transmasc focused. nonbinary people are welcomed, too.

I'm very queer and trans, so transphobes and transmed can fuck right off.

Other people I don't want interacting are:

Pro-ED blogs

Feederism blogs

Detrans kink blogs

blogs that heavily feature cnc / dubcon [light mentions are fine]

heavily somno focused blogs [same as above]

blogs that say dni men [I'm nonbinary but also very much a man]

Other than that, don't be a dick, and you'll be fine.

I won't specify what's in my pants, so imagine me however pleases you the most. ♡ Asks and DMs can use any language they'd like, as long as it's somewhat neutral. [no girlcock, girl pussy, etc]

What I'm into [all are giving and receiving like the switch slut I am] :

Petplay [puppyboys/bunny boys my beloved]

Light bondage [Especially handcuffs / light chains]

T4T and Tboys [cute subby tboys PLEASE hit me up]

Thigh riders/rutters [you are god's gift, keep it up]

Degradation and praise [often at the same time ♡]

Slight dehumanization

Edging and orgasm denial

What I dislike:

somno or any dubcon / cnc content.

detrans or forced fem content

being called "mommy" or other fem terms (keep it masc or neutral, please)

feederism

pregnancy content at all [breeding is okay but no impregnation or any actual pregnancy content]

Have a good stay here, and happy edging! ♡

#introduction #into the night ☆#t4t nsft #mlm nsft #nblm nsft #not safe for minors

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enby-ralsei · 1 year

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kian manages to get rand to go to therapy. it's a weekly thing, and they usually talk about more in minor things. they do talk about rachel and the creatures, but in little detail, just because rand shuts down after talking about it for a bit and refuses to answer questions or explain things.

but eventually he manages to feel open enough to say more. and they talk about the party. rand says he was told to babysit his sister and didn't. rolan was with him. they left intentionally. she was 13. she was old enough to stay home alone.

and he seems relatively okay talking, until the therapist asks something very mundane. something like "let's talk about her some more. what did you two do together?". and rand sits there, and almost starts bawling his eyes out. he's explaining how his parents would drive them both to the movies to see star wars, just because rachel loved it so so much. but rand never took her once he got his license.

and then he just says, with tears falling, "her monster was wearing a star trek shirt. she didnt- didnt hate it or anything. she was just a star wars girl from... from the fucking start. she.. sh-she was... she..." and is just inconsolable.

"she never fucking go- ot to watch episode five. she would have loved that fucking movie so fucking much. i took it from her; i took everything from her."

#jrwi #bitb #jrwi bitb #timothy rand #sometimes you gotta half write half of a scene #death #bitb spoilers

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jeonstellate · 1 year

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love is: a journey

you’ve recognized the universe’s lack of favor towards you, but you’ve yet to realize that it would still conspire for you. somehow.

✇༄ yoo kihyun x afab!reader

✇༄ mafia!au, fiancé!au — depictions of drinking alcohol — angst(?)

✇༄ paragraph format — 3.2K words

masterlist | love is · · · masterlist | a compass

[gif’s full credit belongs solely to its owner]

chapter twelve, extended one: the start of reverse

You never once thought the universe was working against you. In fact, you unconsciously thought it was actually working for your favor.

At least, that was before your cousin Choi Seungcheol asked you to return the favor you owed him.

In the past, everything seemed to be going with your will. Everything that happened, regardless of whether it caused you happiness or not, happened in accordance to your personal wishes. Your job was fulfilling, as you hoped it would. Your relationship was long-lasting, which was more than you could hope for. Even the gambles that you previously took resulted in satisfactory outcomes as well — including the very last one.

However, specifically for your last gamble, the things you traded for lasted way shorter than you desired. It wasn’t not worth it, but it wasn’t that worth it, either. You didn’t regret making such choice especially since it guaranteed your daughter’s safety, but it’d be lie to say you would make the exact choice if you were given another chance. Definitely, if you had an opportunity for a do-over, you would insist that Seungcheol couldn’t marry you off to a mafia.

Or else, just like this time, all your efforts to get away would’ve just gone to waste.

"Seungcheol—"

"S. Coups," your cousin corrected pointedly.

"No," you denied. You called him by his real name on purpose, after all: as far as you were concerned, you asked for your cousin’s help — not for his alter ego’s. It was a favor for a relative, not a client bounded by a contract.

You were prepared for the possible extremes he could’ve asked of you, of course, since you knew his personalities intertwined far too much. Still, as a favor from a relative, you merely expected him to ask you something minor, if ever he asked you something mafia-related — like, for instance, going as a distraction on a mission or even designing a blueprint for SVT’s new house.

Generally, you expected nothing that involved permanent ties to the mafia. And certainly not as a pawn for an alliance through marriage.

"You may know all our civilian names, Sea, but that’s still a classified information until the alliance has been finalized." You heard him put a slight emphasis on your codename, presumably to prove a point.

Your own codename wasn’t a ‘thing’ until after you lived under SVT’s protection. It was their way covering your identity, rather than completely hiding you — especially since the latter might arose suspicions. In that way, you just seemed like another member of SVT — and not someone who was running from a life.

The8 — or Minghao, as you know him as — was the one responsible for your codename. Taking his own pseudonym as an inspiration, which signified the infinite possibilities of his capabilities, he eventually came up with Sea.

Sea: not as wide as ocean, but just as mysterious. Your appearance wouldn’t reveal any sunken ships you might be hiding, but you certainly had a life or two to protect. A point where the ocean meets the land, similar to how you served as a connection to the civilian world for S. Coups.

Sea. In public, that was who you were to SVT. In close doors, however, you were still [first name]. Seungcheol’s only cousin who accepted his mafia life. Their civilian, architect friend. And Kian’s mapa.

"You don’t trust them enough to tell them your names, and yet you trust them enough to watch over my daughter?" No one had an answer to that, mostly because there was no right reply without sounding dismissive. Your life revolved around your daughter, but theirs revolved around their business. Your priorities weren’t exactly the same, so it wasn’t fair to expect one another to completely agree — even if you all collectively care for Kian.

In the five minutes you spent with SVT and MX, aka your cousin’s gang’s future official allies, you did your very best not to look straight in front of you. Unfortunately, within the first minute, you already stroke on your personal mission.

And, as it seemed, you were fated to fail your mission completely way before the ten-minute mark. "Do you really not trust me that much?"

For the second time in years, you met Ryuki’s eyes. "I trust you more than you think."

chapter thirteen: the collateral damages

In the past, you never referred to Ryuki as his codename whenever you talked about him to SVT. He had always been just Kihyun. Not that it was done on purpose, like to protect the blur between his identities, but purely because you never saw him as anything but.

Albeit you had existed in the same square space as Ryuki before, you never really interacted with him directly — save for your very last encounter then. However, even with your former fiancé’s adamant refusal to well-acquaint you with his alter ego, you still were able to distinguish the differences between his personalities.

For one, Ryuki lacked the warmth Kihyun always gave off. Nor the illusion that he wouldn’t be able to hurt a single living thing. Kihyun also radiated a sense of security and safety — a complete opposite to the aura Ryuki possessed. Not to mention his inability to look at you with anything other than adoration.

And, by some twist of fate, your whole relationship with Kihyun was about to be rewritten — with Ryuki taking his place.

Now, Ryuki was all he would ever be.

To further prove your suspicions that the universe was no longer on your side, you were essentially forced to live with MX even before your wedding — solely to be "better reacquainted," as your cousin kindly put it. Really, it was thanks to Choi Seungcheol that you were now feeling like you had arrived in Hell.

No, the MX members weren’t mistreating you nor anything of that sort. Rather, most of them opted to treat you coldly at first. Once they were used to your constant presence, though, they eventually started warming up. Unsurprisingly, the only exceptions to the thawing hearts were Hoseok, Hyungwon, and Ryuki: the first two because theirs was never frozen to begin with and the latter because it was too frozen to be thawed.

"When will you stop fighting with hyung?" At the present, you were out spending quality time with Changkyun and Wonwoo. They essentially had to drag you with them without Kian attached to your hip, since you prefer spending all of your free time with your daughter by your side. It wasn’t like they had anything against her but, rather, they just want you to take a rest from being a parent for a night.

You shook your head slightly. "I told him to blame everything on me when I left." You took a swing of your shot glass then, feeling the burning sensation on your throat. "But just because I basically told him to treat me that way, it doesn’t mean I would just stand there and say nothing back."

You suddenly remembered the first words you said to him when you saw each other again. I trust you more than you think. You never had the chance to elaborate on that — not that you would, anyway. No one had to understand why you personally urged him to hate your entire being and still continued to do so after your re-engagement. All that mattered, really, was never having him regret harboring negative feelings towards you all these years.

You might’ve not trusted him — his lifestyle, specifically — to be around Kian, but you trusted him enough to leave you be and never look for you. Your ultimate goal, after all, was to have him live his life to the fullest still — even after you left.

Yet, of course, with S. Coups’ intervention, you had no choice but to improvise.

"Is it really difficult to make up with him?"

"I’m not the one you should be asking that question to." It wasn’t like you didn’t have an answer to Wonwoo’s question. You did, but you know they wouldn’t like it, so it was best to just put the pressure off of you by giving them nothing concrete. You didn’t necessarily lie with your reply though because, no matter what your personal opinion was, by the end of the day, the decision still had to come from the one who was hurt.

And, as much as you were hurt by your own decision, that person just wasn’t you.

"Do you still love him?" You could no longer count how many times someone asked you a variation of that question ever since you came back. Perhaps you should’ve expected it since even Hoseok asked you that when you first met him again, but alas.

Unfortunately for Changkyun, you didn’t want to be entirely honest as you did with Hoseok all those years ago. "Does it matter?"

It was quite strange for Changkyun to give up easily, but he only heaved a sigh after hearing your reply and didn’t say anything else to press on the matter. It might be a reach to say, but you wouldn’t be too surprised if you unknowingly echoed someone close to him.

Not that you care or whatsoever.

"Well," Wonwoo filled in for the other’s silence, "you two will need to put a better front because Kian is not getting any younger."

You and Ryuki never quarreled in front of your daughter. You didn’t have any verbal agreements in regards to that matter, but rather you two just somehow unconsciously agreed that Kian didn’t need to know you didn’t get along. Thus, as a result, you two act friendly to each other when she’s around and only gave one another snide remarks when she wasn’t.

Truth be told, your regular fights with Ryuki wasn’t that bad. It was only backhanded comments here and there, mixed with snide remarks. For the most part, besides your overlapping quality time with Kian, you two stay at least ten feet away from each other at all times. However, your verbal quarrels often spark whenever you exist within the same room, so — out of consideration for the others — you two try not to be within the same space if Kian wasn’t there either.

Thus, as a result, cold shoulders were also prevalent between you and Ryuki.

Frankly, you could say you two were handling everything the best way you could. As far as you were aware, you two had no slip ups yet in front of Kian.

But, of course, that was mostly because your daughter was still young. As she mature, she is bound to notice the cold tension between her parents. Sooner or later, she is bound to walk in on you two fighting — and comprehend that your façade was all it was.

Wonwoo had a point, a strong one at that, but you didn’t want to tell him that. So you just drank.

chapter fourteen: the start of pretending

You had warned Changkyun and Wonwoo that alcohol hadn’t entered your system since you found out about Kian. You had told them explicitly that you were unsure if your alcohol tolerance was still the same — or if it had worsen since. Yet, despite your warning, the duo still insisted that you’d be fine.

Thankfully, it didn’t take much convincing from them before you loosened up and gave in.

And pretty soon, you were already resting your head on the cold table — fast asleep.

To your credit, you lasted longer than either of your companions thought, especially with how hard you insisted in the beginning that your alcohol tolerance had lowered over the years. You did get drunk a bit quicker than you used to, but they could easily attribute that to the speed you drank. They understood you hadn’t had the chance to release the tension in your shoulders in a long while, so neither of them counted your enthusiasm against you.

Unfortunately, both Changkyun and Wonwoo later decided to use your current state for an agenda possibly benefiting their beloved niece.

"[First name], wake up." The figure first tapped you on the shoulder, then proceeded to shake you lightly when the first approach didn’t seem to work. "You can’t sleep here all night. Wake up."

It took them a few tries, but you eventually stirred. "Hu—huh? Where’s," you started to slur after you raised your head, "Kyunnie and— and Wonnie?"

You whipped your head towards all sides, trying to locate your drinking buddies, but that action only made you dizzier. "Wonwoo had to drop off Changkyun to Hayeon’s place."

You instantly pouted, "I want to go to Hayeonie’s place, too." You then laid your head down once more before you continued to mumble, "But I don’t want to be there if Kyunnie’s there, too. They’ll be all lovey—"

"[First name]," the person prevented you from closing your eyes, "we have to go."

However, just when you seemed like you were about to budge from your seat, you merely stared directly into the eyes of the person in front of you. "Who are you?"

"Excuse me?"

"I asked, ‘who are you?’" You repeated, your head slightly tilted and your eyes curious. "I just want to make our relationship clear."

"I’m— I’m Kihyun."

"Are you sure?" Somehow, even in your intoxicated state, you were still able to catch the uncertainty in his voice.

"I am Kihyun," he replied with more conviction, "but you always call me Ryuki. Is that what I’m supposed to reply instead?"

"Depends," you supported your head with your palm as you continued to hold his stare. "Did you come here as Kihyun? Or as Ryuki?"

"Does it matter?"

"Of course!" You replied in a louder voice almost in an instant, without the need to think about it. "I treat Kihyun and Ryuki very differently."

You let your eyes close for a bit as you gave him a moment to think. Then, just before you can doze off once more, you finally heard him talk again. "Just for tonight, can I be Kihyun to you?"

You didn’t know what was running inside his head. You didn’t know what his thought process was, nor how he arrived at that conclusion.

What you did know, however, was his answer made you unfathomably happy.

"Okay." You finally stood up from the bar stool, with your eyes suddenly bright. "Hold my hand."

"Wha— what?"

"Hold my hand, Yoo Kihyun," you repeated, moving your outreached hand closer to him. "And don’t let go."

Perhaps, you were just too out of it, but it didn’t even surprise you he when actually took your hand and interlocked his fingers with yours.

Just like he used to.

chapter fifteen: the rewind

The MX house was modestly called as such. In reality, the MX house was more like an estate — with two multi-storied mansions connected through a terrace and with a yard spanning in all directions. Due to its size, stairs weren’t the only form of platform built within to go from level to level — or even from one side to the other.

Given the nature of MX, every second wasted could mean a lesser chance at survival. Thus, it was even more essential to install another, more time-efficient method of transport. However, the elevators weren’t only heaven-sent during life-and-death situations. For one, they literally just saved Kihyun hours of work trying to coax you up the stairs in your drunken state.

"Are you happy, Kihyun?" You asked out of the blue as Kihyun undid the last knot of your laces and removed your shoes completely.

By that point, you were beyond exhausted. You barely had any will power to open your eyes, let alone keep your head up. Kihyun literally had to hold you close in the elevator because your legs could no longer hold your weight and you needed his shoulder to rest your head on.

". . . I could be happier."

In contrast to his obvious hesitancy, your reply came after a mere beat. "I want you to be the happiest." There nothing but sincerity in your voice, but you still comprehended him making a noise of disbelief before he stepped away from you. "What? Was that so hard to believe?"

Kihyun now stood a distance away from you. Even so, you had no trouble recognizing the expression he now wore. "Then why did you leave?" Especially since it was the same one he had when he asked, Where did I go wrong? Did I not love you enough? "If— if you really wanted me to be the happiest, then why did you leave?"

You had expected this. You had expected that he would eventually crack and ask the most suffocating elephant in the room. And yet . . . you never expected him to do so while you were intoxicated.

Admittedly, you were more sober now than when he picked you up from the bar. However, with sleepiness about to takeover, you weren’t on your right mind still. Which also meant your thoughts-to-words filter wasn’t currently secured in place.

"So you never had to worry about me and Kian. And our safety." You had never admitted those words with sober lips, not even to any of SVT. Whenever they — along with MX — asked you about the same matter, you always just iterated how you wanted Kian to grow up safe and away from the mafia. You never once informed them nor hinted that your resolve actually had more than you were willing to say out loud. "So you can be happy without any worries."

You were SVT’s Sea, after all: someone who was simultaneously hiding treasures and shipwrecks underneath. Someone who could potentially brew a storm to save the lives under your protection.

In your own way, you were just doing your best to protect both Kihyun and Kian. Even if it meant hurting the former to better protect the latter.

"You should sleep on your stomach tonight." You didn’t miss how the hint of warmth in his voice dropped a few degrees.

As if he was back to being Ryuki.

You proceeded to pretend not to care with each step he took, closer to door and farther away from you. However, when you heard the door open, you couldn’t help but to ask one last question before he could actually step out of your room.

"Are you still Kihyun?"

You could tell he was taken aback, even if your eyes weren’t on him. "Excuse me?"

"If you’re still Kihyun," you raised your head to meet his eyes, "stay with me."

You didn’t know what urged you to ask that of him. He obviously didn’t take your revelation kindly, so it was almost a no brainer to assume that he would rather not see you more than he needed to. And yet . . .

You didn’t know what ran inside his head. You didn’t know what his thought process was, nor how he arrived at his resolve.

All you knew was, you slept the moon away as you hold onto him.

And, when the sun rose, your memories of the night before vanished from view like the stars.

#yoo kihyun x reader #kihyun x reader #monsta x x reader #yoo kihyun imagines #kihyun imagines #monsta x imagines #yoo kihyun scenarios #kihyun scenarios #monsta x scenarios #yoo kihyun oneshots #kihyun oneshots #monsta x oneshots #mafia!au #fiancé!au #yoo kihyun #kihyun #monsta x

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ohtobeleah · 6 months

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The Secrets We Keep // Jake Seresin

-> A Father, Son & The Holy Shit exert

Summary: You and Jake argue over the practicality of your entanglement. Suddenly you feel like you have nowhere to run, or hide.

Warnings: Mental Manipulation. Toxic relationships. Dark!Hangman. Sexual explicit content 18+ minors DNI. Stockholm Syndrome. Jake Seresin x F!reader. Age gap 10+ years.

Word Count: 1.3k

Author Note: Day Twenty of Whumptober. Prompt I chose: ‘Stockholm Syndrome/Blackmail ’ Thank you to @ailesswhumptober for the prompt list.

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All you had to do was say yes. All you had to do was nod your head and agree. All you had to do was say a one syllable word that would have put a stop to all of Jake Seresins antics. His abuse, his manipulation, his lack of respect, empathy and kindness.

“Honey?” Rooster cooed as he took a few steps towards you cautiously. Clarie was going to kill him, literally murder him if he didn’t get to the bottom of what was going on. You were an entirely different person than you were when you first set foot in North Island. Bradley hardly recognised his own daughter as you stood before him in the living room. Overly exhausted and emotionally drained. “Did Jake—“ Bradley could barely fathom the words that were coming out of his mouth. “Did he touch you?”

All you had to do was say yes. One simple yes would end it all, all the pain, the manipulation, the fear of falling in love with a man who saw you as nothing but a flesh light. His personal walking, talking sex doll. All you had to do was say—yes.

“Are you high?” You scoffed as you came back into yourself. You should have said yes. “Commander Seresin? Kians dad! You think he fucking touched me?” You asked with shock laced into the lines on your face. “Dad, that’s so fucked up—no, no you’ve got it all wrong.”

“But do I though?” Bradley pressed you further—he has seen far too many things for it to be a silly little thing he’d convinced himself was happening. “Sweetheart, if you don’t feel safe—“

“There’s nothing going on between me and Kians dad!” You frowned as you shook your head in disbelief. This wasn’t happening, why the fuck were you protecting a man who’d done nothing but seduce and use you. Why were you protecting a man who wasn't good for you? “I don't know what you've been smoking dad but you gotta open a window in here.” It was hard to lie to him, you dad, but you had to in order to protect him. He couldn't know.

“I saw the polaroid–are you really gonna stand here and tell me that isn't you?” If Bradley ever knew it could ruin his career, because you knew he'd kill Jake Seresin in the blink of an eye, without remorse or sympathy. Because you wanted to kill him and you were the one who was utterly in love with a man who saw you as nothing but a piece of meat, so you couldn't imagine the damage your dad would do if he knew.

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Two Nights Prior:

“I think we should stop this–” You sat on the end of Jake's bed, completely naked with bruises littered across your body. You told yourself he didn't mean to give them to you, that he just liked it a little rougher than any of the guys you’d ever been with before. But right now, you felt like if you didn't pull the plug you weren't ever going to be able to. “I don't feel good about doing this to Kian–”

“Do you think he loves you?” Jake asked from the ensuite he’d gone into to freshen up. “My son, do you think he loves you?”

“I'd like to think he does.” You answered honestly. “I don't think I deserve it, but yeah–I think he does.” Jake was silent for a moment as he pulled his boxer briefs up his legs before he stuttered over to where you sat completely exposed on the end of his bed.

“What do you think your dads gonna do if he finds out his only daughter is a fucking whore?” Jake hissed as he stood before you. His words hurt, they felt like tiny little knives digging into every part of your exposed skin. “What do you think Kian will do when he finds out you've been sucking my cock at any given chance?” They were rhetorical questions, Jake wasn't expecting you to answer. He knew you couldn't anyway, not when his fingers were trailing between your folds as he bent over to take your cheeks in one hand–squishing them up like a fish. “I’m the only person capable of loving a fucking whore like you, do you understand?”

“Do you love me?” You asked through squished lips as Jake curled his digits around your sensitive bundle of nerves. He knew just what to do to have your nerves igniting like they had been set alight.

“I said I was the only person capable, not that I do.” Jake confessed as he pressed two of his digits into you, slick and soaked from your arousal. “And you aren't gonna leave, because you love me, don't you baby?” Jake smirked as you slowly but surely lent back on your elbows and spread your legs a little wider for him to bury his fingers knuckle deep inside you. “You love me, and if you leave me? I'll ruin your life, you know that right?”

“I–” You moaned as your knees shook and your jaw slacked, Jake curled his digits up into your velvet walls, causing your pussy to pulse around him like a vice. “I don't know if I–”

“Oh no.” Jake tisked as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He kneeled one knee on the bed to get a better angle up inside you. “No– I know you love me, which is why you're not gonna say anything to anyone about us, you aren't gonna leave.”

“But–” You wanted to come so badly, but it all felt so wrong. You felt dirty and used and your body hurt from all the sex. Commander Seresin was not a gentle soul. “Jake stop–” You pushed at his wrist between your legs and got off the bed. The same bed you snuck into night after night. “I'm serious, we need to stop this, I can't keep doing this, it's wrong!”

“Oh fuck off Bradshaw get off your damn high horse!” Jake shouted at the top of his lungs as he watched you scramble to collect your discarded clothes. “You are just as involved here as I am, I didn't take advantage of you, I didn't assault you or manipulate you!” Jake had, he had done all of those things and more. “You are a concenting fucking adult and whatever this is, whatever we fucking are YOU decided to enter it yourself.”

“Jake–” You tried to stop yourself from crying, tried to stop the tears from falling down your cheeks, but when Jake slammed his fist against the wall and broke through the drywall, you could barely breathe, let alone control your tears.

“You don’t get to tell me this is fucking wrong, if you really thought it was wrong you wouldn’t ever have let me kiss you, you never would have fucked me, your precious boyfriends dad, and you never, ever would have fallen in love with me you pathetic excuse of a woman!” You had never felt more sick to your stomach than you did in that moment. But all you could do was try to deescalate the situation.

“I'm sorry!” You cried as you clutched at your clothes in the ball in your arms. “I'm sorry, okay, I'll take it all back.” It burned you to say but you didn't know what else to do. “I'll stay, I want this, I swear, I'm just scared.”

“No fuck you, leave! Get out of my house–”

“Jake!”

“You aren't good enough for me.” Jake hissed as he watched you flinch. “You aren't good enough for anyone, hell Bradshaw you won't ever be good enough for anyone ever so how about you just leave, consider us or whatever this is, done for good because for as much as I know you love me it's clear you just aren't good enough to see whats right in front of you.”

“And what's right in front of me?” You sobbed as Jake took a few steps closer to corner you against the wall, both arms up trapping you so you had nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

“The best damn thing that's ever gonna happen to you.”

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