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loveharlow · 3 months

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SEVEN - 004

PAIRING ‧₊˚ JJ Maybank x Fem!Reader

SYNOPSIS‧₊˚[2.9k] based on 1x04.

WARNING(S)‧₊˚ swearing, mild violence, detainment

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A/N‧₊˚ The shortest and most boooooring chapter to date but it's for a reason :(. And to make up for it (and the late post). I'll post chapter 5 much earlier than intended (AND THAT'S THE MIDSUMMERS CHAPTER WOOO).

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AND WITHIN MINUTES ALL THAT HOPE DIED. There was no gold. Just a shipwreck. The drone passed over the entire thing three times and nothing. The metal detector didn’t make a single sound.

“Just pull the damn thing up.” John B said, frustrated. “Somebody beat us to it.”

“Or it was never there.” JJ muttered, steering the boat back in the direction you’d come.

WAKING UP TO MARLEY LICKING YOUR FACE WASN’T AN UNCOMMON OCCURRENCE, you assumed it’d just felt so unfamiliar because of the fact that you hadn’t slept in your own bed the last few days since this whole gold rush started. You groaned, lightly pushing the dog away from you with your palm.

“I’m awake, Marls…” You groaned out sleepily, rolling off of your bed with a grunt as you hit the floor, your side still sore from the events of yesterday. The pain was mostly gone, all that remained being a tenderness and slight redness surrounding the area.

Rolling onto your back and sitting up, you pet the chipper animal as she snuggled up under you. “Jesus, your morning breath is worse than mine.” You said, face twisting. Reaching for your phone as you scratched the top of her head, you saw that it was close to noon, you sighed, getting up and walking downstairs to get your day started.

You were surprised to find your mother shifting through documents on the kitchen island when you got there, slowing in your steps. “Hey, mom…” You said, eyeing the woman as you opened the fridge to pull out the milk. She merely glanced up at you, before averting her eyes back down to the documents in front of her.

“Morning.” She muttered. You faced away from her, hearing the pen she was writing with hit the counter as you walked to the side and grabbed the cereal from the pantry. “Did you hear about Topper’s boat?”

You bit your lip, completely forgetting about that. Realizing you hadn't responded and stood frozen in place, you cleared your throat and continued making your breakfast. “No, what happened?” You asked, faking obliviousness and pouring the cereal into a bowl, now facing her again. She had the papers in her hands, reading glasses sitting low atop her nose as her eyes scanned the pages as she spoke.

“He and Mrs.Thornton found it sunken this morning. What a waste of money. I hear it was brand-new.”

“Yeah, well, it’s Topper.” You remembered, pouring the milk over the colorful pellets of food. “Him and his friends aren’t exactly known for being careful.” You muttered with disdain.

“Speaking of caution,” The woman began, clasping her hands in front of her. “I had an interesting meeting with Sheriff Peterkin and Shoupe. They said John B was being chased through town by some dangerous men earlier in the week and he apparently ran from his social worker when she went to pick him up this morning. Do you know what’s going on with him?”

“I don’t know, Mom, maybe the fact that his dad went missing and DCS has been trying to drop him into the system ever since?”

All she could do was sigh. “John B’s father is gone. It’s been almost a year. He needs to accept that and move on.”

“...He needs to just accept the fact that his dad is gone? Do you hear yourself, right now?”

“Listen, I don’t have the energy to argue with you, right now. If you see him or know where he is, it’d be very much appreciated if you could tell Shoupe or Peterkin so they can alert his social worker-”

You scoffed, looking your mother in her eyes. “I'm not doing that. You're crazy if you think I'm going to help you and your cop friends put one of my best friends into foster care-”

“Excuse me?” Your mother was baffled at your tone. But it seemed like everytime you came home recently, on the rare occasion that you did, she always had questions. Scratch questions, accusations. And in your mind, either she knew something or she just wanted reasons to be on your ass. “I don't know what's gotten into you recently. If your father could see you now-”

“No, mom,” You cut her off shortly. “If only he could see you.” You spat, making your way back up the stairs, bowl of cereal in hand, slamming the door behind you.

“AREN’T YOU GLAD I MADE YOU COME?” Kie asked cheerfully, carrying a cooler full of snacks and drinks while you laid out a blanket on top of the grass, JJ and Pope unfolding lawn chairs to sit in. Kie had rounded you all up to see a movie in the park with her. You’d already informed them of the reason for John B’s absence, seeing as this isn’t his first marathon from DCS. If he got away successfully, per usual, you all would be seeing him by tomorrow.

“My couch was pretty comfy, I’ll be honest.” JJ replied. While Kiara was preoccupied, Pope whispered to JJ, but you could still hear them.

“We are in enemy territory. Way out of the green zone, man.” He was visibly anxious, eyes fleeting all across the crowd of people that littered the lawn.

“Dude, tranquilo, okay?” JJ tried to calm him.

“We are in the middle of Kooklandia.” He hissed. “This is the last place I wanted to be.” He ranted, the two boys not even noticing when Kiara got up to go get drinks.

“Shut up. Both of you.” You reprimanded, sternly. “God, you have the worst poker faces I’ve ever seen.”

“They could be lurking in the bushes right now, we don’t know.” Pope tried to make you understand.

“Dude, just chill out.” JJ said. Just then, Kie had come back, four cans of soda in her arms that she distributed evenly amongst the group of you.

“Just saw Rafe,” The name alone sends a small wave of chills down your spine. “He said to ‘tell your girl that we know what she and your boy did’. What does that mean?” Her eyes fleeted towards you for the most part.

“Where is he?” You questioned without hesitation.

“Right there,” She motioned behind her, prompting you to whip your head around to where Topper, Rafe, and Kelce stood menacingly by a tree, sipping on beers. Even from that distance, you could tell he was staring dead at you. It brought back so many unwanted feelings and memories, so badly it made your head hurt.

“Great, the whole death squad.” Pope’s voice cracked.

“Hey,” Kiara’s voice called from beside you, just loud enough for only you to hear. You turned back to face her. “What’s going on? Is he still bothering you? Is it about what happened-”

“No, it’s not.” You were quick to cut her off in case the guys were listening. “It’s not about that.” You said sternly, tuning back into JJ and Pope’s conversation.

“If they corner me, I’m comin’ out swingin. I’m on edge right now.” JJ spoke seriously. “If that doesn’t work, I got this right here.” He assured, holding up his backpack that looked mostly empty but oddly heavy.

“JJ, please tell me you did not bring a gun here. JJ, there are kids!” Kie started, being oddly loud for not wanting people to know that JJ may or may not have brought a gun.

“I didn’t bring the gun, Kiara. Everything’s fine.” He tried to calm her.

“That’s really convincing.” She said, voice full of sarcasm. “...What happened? What did you guys do?” She asked, eyes going back and forth between the three of you that remained quiet. “Founding principle, no secrets among pogues. What is Rafe talking about?”

“Kie,” Pope started, voice low. “It might go down tonight.”

YOU ALL WERE A GOOD WAY INTO THE MOVIE AT THIS POINT, the sun had gone down and the air had cooled. The only sounds filling your ears were the movie playing and crickets in the trees. You were sitting in between JJ’s legs, using the base of his lawn chair as a backrest to ease the pain on your side from trying to keep yourself up. You’d heard him and Pope whispering but paid no mind until the blonde was tapping your shoulder, signaling that he was getting up.

“Where are you guys going?” You questioned, looking up at him and adjusting the chair from where it had slipped behind you once he got up.

“We gotta wring it out.”

“Together?” Kie asked.

“It’s bro code. Bro’s who piss together…” He struggled to find a rhyme with the made-up honor code. “...stick together. We’ll be right back.” You watched as the pair of boys crouched, creeping through the crowd and over to a tree next to the projector screen. You questioned why they didn’t head to the actual bathrooms but quickly got your answer with a quick glance back, seeing Rafe and his goons blocking it.

“Now, do you want to tell me what’s going on?” Kie whispered.

You sighed, curling in on yourself slightly. “Trust me, it’s better if you don’t know.” The girl scoffed and shook her head.

“Do the guys know? About what happened?”

“No. Why would they?”

“Do you ever plan on telling them?” You rolled your eyes, starting to get frustrated.

“No, Kie, I don’t. I’d like to forget it ever happened, if that’s okay with you.” You snapped, silence falling over the two of you as the movie continued to play.

You assumed maybe a handful of minutes had gone by before you noticed the guys hadn’t come back yet and one weary glance behind you told you all you needed to know — Rafe, Kelce, and Topper were gone, too.

You immediately shook Kie’s arm, startling the poor girl.

“What? What is it?”

“We need to go. Now.” Was all you said before you got up, taking JJ’s bag with you as you and Kie swiftly walked in the direction the guys had gone earlier so as to not alarm any movie viewers. Coming around the back of the projector screen, you were met with a brutal scene in front of you — Kelce held JJ by his arms as Rafe delivered blow after blow to his face while Topper beat up Pope.

“Let go of him! Fascist asshole!” Kie yelled as she whacked Topper in the back over and over. You made a b-line for Rafe, throwing JJ’s bag down and jumping onto the boy’s back, wounding your arms around his neck, allowing JJ an open opportunity to push Kelce off of him.

“Leave him alone, Rafe!” You screeched.

“You don’t wanna do this, sunshine!” He yelled back, throwing you off of his back and onto the grass. Just like yesterday, you were on your back as he stared down at you, breathing heavily. “I’m being nice. Only ‘cause you’re my favorite.” He smirked, huffing with blood in the corner of his lip before turning back to JJ.

You rolled on your side in the grass to see Topper choking out Pope only after having seen him throw Kiara to the ground. JJ had Rafe handled. You reached for JJ’s bag that had been abandoned, flipping it open to reveal the gun and a lighter. Your eyes went back and forth between the gun and Topper, who had Pope in a deadly chokehold at this point.

You wanted to do it, so bad.

But a gun to a Kook's head was what caused all of this in the first place, so you dismissed the thought, kicking the lighter over to Kie, the object hitting the sole of her shoe.

The girl looked down at the lighter and then at you, you motioned towards the projector screen and she caught on quickly. It wasn’t long before the projector screen was going up in flames, scaring the movie guests and breaking up the fight, spooking the guys. Topper released Pope as JJ pushed Kelce back once more, Rafe stood off in the middle of the four guys, staring directly at you as you got up.

When he snapped out of whatever trance he was in, he gathered up Topper and Kelce and fled the scene. Kie helped Pope up as you turned your attention to JJ. He was fixing his clothes but you didn’t miss the scars on his cheek and bottom lip.

“Are you okay?” You asked frantically, eyes roaming his entire face for any more cuts.

“Fine, I’m fine.” He calmed you as you laid a hand on his shoulder before trailing it up to the back of his neck, but he looked like he wanted to say something. Like he was thinking extremely hard.

“C’mon, let’s go.” You urged the rest of your group, leaving before the fire department and cops inevitably made their appearance.

“I JUST ACTED OFF INSTINCT, MAN. I WAS A CORNERED ANIMAL.” Pope told JJ as he restocked some items on the shelves inside of Heyward’s. It was the next morning but you were all still on edge about the fight last night. It was clear now that Topper knew Pope and yourself were the ones who sank his boat and you were just waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Don’t feel bad, dude. It was three of them and two of us.” JJ tried to remedy it. “That’s some typical Kook shit right there.”

“Hell yeah.” Kie agreed.

“Hey Pope,” Heyward’s voice rang out in the small crab-shack, towel slung over the older man’s shoulder. “There’s someone here to see you.” He motioned behind him, Deputy Shoupe making his appearance.

Pope’s posture immediately straightened, his eyes going wide as the shop went silent with Shoupe’s arrival. “Evening, officer.” He barely got out. Shoupe’s eyes went between you and Pope before replying.

“You’re both here. Great.” He said, reaching into his holster. “I have an arrest warrant for felony destruction of property. For both of you.”

“Woah, woah, woah…” Heyward was stunned as he stood back and watched the scene play out in front of him.

“Keep your hands on the counter where I can see ‘em.” Shoupe handcuffed Pope first, the boy putting up no fight in his daze. He looked like he’d faint any moment.

“Shoupe, what’d they do?!” Heyward tried again.

“Look at the warrant.” Was all the deputy offered in response, remaining stoic. Once Pope was secure, he moved onto you, looking you in the eyes somewhat pitifully before beckoning for you to turn around and put your hands behind your back. Heyward, Kiara, and JJ were causing commotion, talking over one another as he secured you in handcuffs.

“Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law. You have the right to an attorney…” He continued but you could barely hear him as he single-handedly guided both you and Pope out of Heyward’s Seafood. Pope’s father, JJ, and Kie follow close behind.

“Shoupe, it was just me.” You tried, craning your neck to look at the officer. “Pope didn’t do anything.”

“Nice try, kiddo. But there were two people on that boat, caught it on camera. And your face is as clear as day.” He dismissed you.

“It was me!” JJ yelled, causing Shoupe to stop in his tracks. The three of you turned around to look at the blonde. “...Pope tried to talk us out of it. But Y/N and I were just too mad because they’d just been beaten up. I was so sick of those Figure Eight assholes." He spoke convincingly, eyes landing on Pope's ashamed figure. "I can’t let you take the blame for something I did.” JJ was now right in front of Pope, looking the boy dead in his eyes. “You’ve got too much to lose.”

“JJ, what’re you doing?” Pope said hushed but still aggressive.

“I’m telling the truth, for once in my damn life.” He said without much hesitation at all. “I took his old man’s boat, too.”

“What the hell…” Heyward looked crazily at the blonde boy.

“He’s a good kid.” JJ told Shoupe. “...You know where I’m from.” Shoupe nodded lightly, agreeing with the statement before his attention was on you and Pope.

“That the whole truth, Pope?” Shoupe inquired, cocking an unbelievable eyebrow.

He seemed to ponder on it before gulping heavily and nodding his head shakily, looking at JJ one last time. “Yeah…that," He huffed. "That covers it.”

YOU’D NEVER SEEN THE INSIDE OF A JAIL CELL, not that you ever planned on it. It was suffocating. The walls, the color of the walls, the dingy bars, the stale air. You felt like a caged animal, an unwelcome chill making the experience that much more unbearable.

You and JJ sat across from one another — on the floor, legs bent underneath with your heads thrown back.

“Why’d you do it?” You questioned, your voice echoing out within the cell. "Take the fall, I mean..."

“I couldn’t let Pope go down for it.” His raspy voice replied. “I would’ve taken the fall for you both. But I heard Shoupe, they had footage of two people and your face was ‘as clear as day’.” He mocked the older man’s southern twang.

The action made you chuckle, craning your head down to look at him, not aware that he was already looking at you.

You sighed, shaking your head and running fingers through the base of your hair. “I should’ve never suggested it in the first place. I knew it was a stupid idea, I just wasn’t in the right headspace…”

“Because of Rafe?” The question made your heart stop, eyes jumping up to his before fleeting to the ground. “It’s not hard to notice. He clearly knows you, knows you. But I just…can’t put the pieces together. What happened between you two?”

You looked down at your hands that were now wound around your knees, your fingers fiddling with each other. “A lot of things happened, when I first moved to Figure Eight and fell in with Kiara and I’s old friend group. Let’s just... leave it at that.”

The blonde was looking at you like he wanted to press for more information and you knew one day he would, and with the way recent events have played out? That day might come sooner than you were comfortable with. But for right now, you just couldn’t wait until you got out of this cell. Somehow.

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niki-phoria · 1 year

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Can you do a Beomgyu x gn reader where s/o has a stomach ache and Beomgyu cares for them with cuddles and tummy rubs?

he's so bf i love him

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader (no pronouns used) genre: fluff word count: 771

includes: implied 6th member reader but you could ignore it, i kinda made this a general sickfic but i tried to keep most of the request elements, i've never actually seen itaewon class lmao

a/n: thank you so much for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

requests open !! read my rules first

your throat is scratchy and your head is pounding when you wake up. you groan, squinting up at the ceiling. the room around you is dark. it’s the middle of the night.

you drag yourself out of bed and into the bathroom, leaning over the sink on shaky legs as you turn on the water and splash it on your face. it feels cool against your warm skin as you lean against the wall for support. the dizzy feeling you get whenever you move is made worse by your head aching as if your brain is pounding against your skull.

you trudge back to your bed and flop back down onto the covers. your limbs feel like they’re made of concrete as you shift to roll onto your side. closing your eyes again, you let sleep overtake you in the hopes that you’ll feel better before the dance practice you have scheduled in the morning.

after what feels like a few seconds later, your alarm goes off. it repeatedly chimes - yelling at you to wake up for the day. you shut it off before tossing your phone aside and laying back against the covers. your headache has returned tenfold. nausea crawls through your intestines and threatens you if you dare to eat any solid food.

a gentle knock at the door momentarily pulls your thoughts away from your sickness. you can hear it squeak on its hinges as it swings open. “y/n?” soobin says gently as he makes his way over to your bed. it’s unlike you to ignore your schedules. he kneels down beside your bed, pressing the back of his hand against your forehead as you blink up at him lazily. “you have a fever. i’ll go get beomgyu.”

“thank you.” the words slur together as you lay back down against your pillow. soobin nods, disappearing back into the dorms. you’re left in silence for a few minutes before someone else enters.

“jagi?” beomgyu shuts the door behind him as he enters, making his way over to you. “soobin-hyung told me you were sick. what’s wrong?”

“my head hurts and my stomach aches.”

“oh, honey,” beomgyu whispers. you push yourself away from the edge of the bed to make room for him to crawl in beside you. he presses a hand against your body underneath your shirt. his hand feels warm against your bare skin. you let out a small sigh, cuddling closer against his body.

beomgyu brushes a hand against your forehead for a second before pulling you closer to rub your back. “get some more rest,” he whispers. “i’ll be here when you wake up.” you let out a hum in acknowledgement, nuzzling even closer to him as you fall back into a deep sleep once again.

true to his word, beomgyu is still laying next to you when you wake up. his hand hasn’t moved from where it rests on your stomach. your eyes flutter open slowly as you squint up at him. your headache has mostly gone away, leaving only small pangs of irritation in place of the previous pounding.

“good morning,” he whispers, bringing a hand up to rub against your cheek. “feeling better?”

“a little,” you reply. your voice is hoarse and raspy. beomgyu reaches over to your bedside table, grabbing a water bottle and opening it for you. you drink it down quickly, grateful for the liquid against your sore throat.

“come on,” beomgyu whispers, coaxing you out of bed. he holds you up as he leads you out of your room and further into the dorms. “let me make you some food.”

you collapse onto the living room couch as he disappears into the kitchen, returning after a few minutes with two bowls of freshly made ramyeon. you smile a little as he carefully hands you a bowl before grabbing his own. he cues up a random episode of itaewon class before sitting down on the couch next to you. the warm broth feels nice as you eat the noodles across from beomgyu.

you leave the empty bowls on the coffee table in front of your couch after you finish eating. “how are you feeling now?”

“still a little sick,” you murmur.

“can i do anything for you?”

“i want cuddles.”

“okay,” beomgyu chuckles, wrapping his arm around you. he gently rubs his hand against your stomach to soothe your pain as much as he can. you curl yourself against his body, letting his warmth slowly lull you to sleep.

“i love you,” you whisper.

beomgyu presses a kiss against your forehead, pulling you a little closer. “i love you too.”

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peaches2217 · 4 days

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The beginnings of long-term voice change are happeniiiiiiing! I’ve had several episodes of sore throat and lower voice, but between those episodes my voice has been the same as always. My register isn’t dropping yet, but I can definitely feel the upper part of that register being shaved away — my typically airy and higher-pitched Customer Service Voice is gone, and forcing it makes me sound juvenile and cartoonish, so I mostly speak in what’s normally my lower chest register because that’s what’s most comfortable.

Aaaaahh this is so exciting! I’m so happy 🥹🥹🥹

#peaches screams into the void

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thefarminggoblin · 2 years

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Can’t sleep, daydreaming about a first kiss with Ukitake.

This was intended to be just a short little set of headcanons but once again turned into a whole scenario.

Picture this: spending the evening drinking tea and snacking with both Ukitake and Kyoraku (who would be drinking sake…), after an a major event like Byakuya or Kaien’s wedding by having your own little intimate celebration/after party together.

Fireflies are dancing around, the full moon is out and the gentle chirping of crickets and other insects accompany everyone’s laughter as Ukitake wins yet another round of Shogi - making Kyoraku pout. It’s been a good day for Ukitake, not a single cough or feeling of unease, so he intends to make the most out of every second.

Kyoraku stands and stretches, yawning loudly, “Well, that’s probably enough for me tonight. I’ve got work to do in the world of the living tomorrow, so I can’t really risk a hangover.”

You smirk, “You’re not leaving because you’re sore about losing are you?”

He chuckles, “Naaaah. Lisa will have my head if I stay too much longer. I don’t want to risk being scolded.” He smirks, a twinkle of mischief in his eye, “Plus the eyes you two have been making at each other all night is starting to make me feel a little intrusive.”

Ukitake chokes on his tea, spluttering and coughing as you feel your face heat up, even as you quickly move to his side to rub his back, hoping this hasn’t triggered a coughing fit, “What do you mean “eyes your two are making?!” What eyes?!”

He laughs loudly, “I’ll leave you two alone to figure it out. Goodnight!” And then he’s gone, disappearing right in front of you as he uses his shunpo to leave.

Once Ukitake has recovered, he straightens himself up and takes a sip of tea to clear his throat, a wry expression on his face, “Cheeky bastard.”

You laugh, “Has he always been so shameless?”

He sets the cup down and huffs a laugh, “In our academy days, yes. But he’s never really teased me so brazenly over…” he shakes his head, taking another sip of his tea.

Your heart quickens, and suddenly you are keenly aware of how closely to two of you are sitting.

“Over…?” You have a feeling that the two of you would eventually have this conversation - you’d been flirting with each other over the past few months, mostly just lingering gazes during meetings, lingering touches when you pass things to each other, and more compliments than usual on each other’s appearances that could be interpreted as mere friendship. Today was no exception: you’d sat next to him the entire evening at the wedding celebration, and over the course of the night the two of you had gravitated towards each other, your sides eventually touching. And neither of you had made to move away or mention it. And as he helped you stand up - ever the gentleman - he did not let go of your hand, running his thumb over your knuckles, and looked as though he was about to say something. Then Kyoraku had appeared suddenly from out of nowhere and suggested you continue the celebration together. You didn’t miss his shoulders slumping over in obvious disappointment as he let go of your hand and lead the way to his quarters.

Now, the soft light from the fireflies and the moon illuminates his handsome face. You notice that his cheeks have darkened noticeably as he turns to face you. His gaze seems a little conflicted as his lips are drawn in a thin line. That same expression from earlier, but more determined.

With a soft sigh, he takes your hand in his and gives you a small smile, “Is it not obvious?”

You move a little closer to him, your eyes searching his face, “Maybe, maybe not.”

His face moves even closer to yours, his eyes half lidded and glancing rapidly between your eyes and lips. His lips are mere inches away from your own he whispers, “Allow me to make things a little clearer for you, then…”

He closes the short distance between you and delicately brushes his lips across yours, enough for it to barely be considered a kiss - it’s like he’s gauging your reaction, preparing to pull away if he senses the slightest amount of discomfort. When you don’t pull away, he pushes his lips against yours ever so gently and brings a hand up to brush his knuckles against your cheek, so soft it feels like a butterfly has landed on your face.

It would be such a slow, tender, intimate kiss. With him gently and rhythmically guiding your movements. It wouldn’t get too heated. It would be one of those kisses that makes your heart ache with longing, but neither of you would want to ruin the sweet and tender moment by giving in to your baser instincts. It would be more about intimacy and being close to each other.

It would turn into an opened mouth kiss and there would be tongues involved - because intimacy and being as close as possible to you is a huge thing for him and he wouldn’t be able to help himself - but only very fleetingly. The second your lips shift to openly glide over each other’s, he’d shakily sigh into your mouth, maybe even whisper your name.

He would only really swipe his tongue over your lips as he moves. Not venturing too deeply, nothing too tame, but somewhere right in the middle. He’d alternate between caressing and cupping your face with one hand to gently cupping the back your neck and slowly stroking your hairline. The other hand would be splayed across the small of your back. He wouldn’t be forceful at all. His hands wouldn’t be pulling you in; it would be more like he’s wanting to enjoy and appreciate the feel of your skin/body against his. Just relishing the intimacy of the moment.

It wouldn’t be a short affair. He wants to take his time with you, and his sweet yet sensual kisses are addicting. Ukitake would slowly glide his lips over yours, letting out little sighs, gasps, tiny moans and even some breathy chuckles if you decide to playfully tease him by giving him soft pecks, retaliating by kissing the corner of your mouth occasionally.

He’d eventually pull away with a shuddering breath before pressing gentle kisses to your cheek, overcome with emotion. He’d kiss the tip of your nose and forehead before resting his forehead on yours, nuzzling your noses together.

If you cup his face, he’d nuzzle into it and kiss your palm, then take your hand in his and kiss down to your wrist before intertwining your fingers with his.

There’s be no words after. There would be no need. Just gentle gazes, smiles and touches. It’s pretty clear that you both feel the same. He’d eventually move you around to sit in front of him with your back against his chest and him holding you from behind, alternating between slowly running his hands up and down your arms, wrapping his own around your waist and taking your hands and intertwining them as you watch the fireflies together, enjoying each other’s presence. He’d occasionally press kisses to the top of your head, and if you lean back and rest your head on his shoulder, he’d kiss your temple too.

He’d walk you back to your room, and kiss you goodbye in the same way. Slowly. Tenderly. Longingly.

He’d kiss you on the back of the hand and give you a soft look (much like the accompanying screen cap for this post), his soft brown eyes shining with happiness, before saying a simple “goodnight” and using his shunpo to leave.

Your lips tingle for hours afterwards, your heart still racing, wondering if he, too, is laying awake, overcome with emotion.

And you’d be right.

#i’m soft #A first kiss with this man would be perfect and it’s giving me butterflies just picturing it #he’s just so gentle #so perfect #he’d be such a romantic #but also I can’t see him being overly shy about his feelings #this man does not do shame #sure he’d probably have some nerves #maybe even some reservations about getting into a relationship and giving in to his feelings #because he’s a man who’s living on borrowed time and would likely be concerned about breaking your heart #but he’d be pragmatic enough to realise you’d love him either way and so enjoying each other while you can would be preferable #gosh he’s just #jade is in love with ju-kun #jushiro ukitake #ukitake #bleach #ukitake x reader #jushiro x reader

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rendy-a · 2 years

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Sick Day with your pets – Rook, Jamil, Leona, Kalim and Floyd

Being sick is no fun but it is an opportunity to have your trusty pet take care of you or for you to take care of them. This is a story from Aurora’s Pet AU. Check out her original works too. @glass-cage-of-emotion-12

Master is sick. Which pets are great to have taking care of you?

This is probably not the most obvious one but Rook is such an observant pet that he has already noticed your slight fever before you even feel off. By the time you are pulling out the thermometer to check your temperature, he has gone to the store and returned with just the medicine you need. Lie down now master and let him take care of you.

Feeling bored just lying in bed? Rook is prepared to entertain you. Would you like to hear a story? Rook seems to have seen every play that’s been on stage in the past 10 years. Interested in a song? He will gladly serenade you until his voice gives out. Fancy some poetry, well reader, you are most certainly in luck. Rook has composed a ponderous amount of poetry in your honor that he’d love to recite to you at this very moment. And yes, it is mostly in French.

When you want to get up, Rook isn’t the sort of pet to keep you in bed. He will tell you honestly if he feels like you are getting up too soon but, if you chose, he is perfectly fine in letting you make your own decision. If you fall ill again, well you’ve learned a lesson and who is Rook to deny you such a marvelous life experience. Ah master, seeing you valiantly fight against the hand of fate. Beaute! 100%!

Jamil probably doesn’t notice you are sick right away; he is very busy with his household duties, after all. Once you call him over and sheepishly ask if he can make you a soup, well that is when his nurse mode takes over. He once had to share a room with a pet that seemed to always need taking care of. Due to this, his efficiency at putting you to bed and arranging everything needed for rest and recovery is top notch.

The best part of being sick with Jamil in the house is obviously the cooking. He will not only make you a classic chicken soup but he also seems to know a recipe for every little symptom that ails you. Have a sore throat? Jamil has the perfect honey sweetened tea for that. Have an upset stomach? Jamil will make you a lightly seasoned rice porridge. Fever won’t stop? Have a refreshing yogurt smoothie. It’s the most delicious way to get over your sickness!

The hardest part of having Jamil as your nurse is getting him to stop fussing when you feel better; he is just so invested in your care. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to stay in bed longer, he can make all the necessary calls to get you off from work. Perhaps you should let him carry that heavy book for you, it wouldn’t do to strain yourself after you’ve so recently recovered. Worried about holding him back from his chores? Don’t be. He has already finished everything for today and gotten a meal prepped for tomorrow. Anything you need master, just consider me your genie of the lamp.

Ok, ok. Leona isn’t exactly the first one to come to mind when you think of someone to take care of you. He does seem like the type to say, “Not my problem!” and ditch you for a nap but…

Let’s talk about naps for a moment. You know how some days you are feeling under the weather and just need to spend the day in a dark room resting? Ok, now you see where this is going. Leona is like 100% the best napping buddy you could ask for. He knows just how to pull the shade to make the room pleasantly dark or set you up on a couch with warm sunlight. And if some other pet makes too much noise, Leona will take care of that too. >:(

If you wake up from your nap you may even discover he has joined you. Feel free to cuddle up to him, scratch his ears or ever touch his tail. He’ll allow it this time…but only because you are sick!

You might even get to see his surprisingly capable side. If you are sick for too long, he notices. You’ll wake up to find that he has made you an appointment at the doctor, arranged a taxi and will even accompany you to make sure you get there safely. He’ll take care of everything, so no complaining! Quiet down Herbivore. Be good now and when we get home, I’ll help you work on that little roar of yours.

Pets get sick too. Who is the most interesting to care for when sick?

Maybe it was something he ate but today your little ball of sunshine Kalim has no energy. He lays on the sofa watching you quietly with his sad red eyes as you go about the day. Try to send him to bed though and he will insist that he’ll be too lonely if you don’t go with him. Congratulations, you’ve volunteered to sit at his bedside. Hold his hand and rub little circles on his palm, the happy smile he gives you is worth the effort.

He will talk to you in a soft voice, asking you questions about many things; your life, your favorite things, your dreams…he wants to know all about you and this opportunity is too good to pass up! Please tell him stories; he doesn’t care what kind. He will smile happily when the hero wins the love of their paramour. He will yell out loud during the exciting parts. You will scare him when the villain appears (don’t forget to give his hand an extra squeeze).

How can you tell when he feels better? He will probably ask you for a feast. Hey, he was sick and needs to eat now to recover! Just make sure you are the one ordering lunch or you may be in for some surprises. What do you mean Master? 95 white Persian monkeys are a great addition to a casual lunch! Ha ha!

When you see him just sitting quietly, you know something is up. Ask him how he is feeling, and he will give you a long appraising stare. If you continue to meet his eyes, he will finally tell you he isn’t feeling well at all. The fact that he opens up enough to let you know when he isn’t feeling well is a major show of trust. You must be doing something right!

What you do after that is highly dependent on his mood. If he is in a good mood, he will want to have you cuddle up and play with him all day long. Watching afternoon game shows on TV? Check. Playing card games? Check. Having ice cream for lunch? Why not? It’s just like being a child again. Are you making him feel better or is he making you feel better?

Or, if he is feeling down, he will only allow you to talk to him while he continues to lay down. Don’t think that he isn’t paying attention though. Not only is he taking in everything you say, but he is also keenly observing you. If you aren’t careful, he’ll get all your secrets out of you. Hmm, but you told Azul we had fried chicken that day because you didn’t have time to cook. So that is what really happened, huh Master? Don’t worry, I won’t tell…for a price. I hope you are prepared to play with him all day tomorrow too.

Tags: @thecurrator

#pet au #twst wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #leona kingscholar #jamil viper #kalim al asim #floyd leech #twst floyd #twst jamil #twst leona #twst kalim #twst rook

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giveitalltodaddy · 1 year

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There she is, the girl that I had had a crush on all through high school. I haven’t seen her in at least four years since graduation. She still looks the same. Same small frame, about 5 ft 2 in, and maybe 130 pounds. In high school she was head cheerleader. She was very prude and knew she was the hottest girl in school. She used to tease me because she knew I liked her. She would make fun of me for it and say things like:

“Do you really think you’d ever have a chance with a girl like me?”

“I’m way out of your league.”

“You’ll never be with someone as hot as me.”

And for the most part she was right. I was just a scrawny guy with straight A’s and wasn’t really good at much else. A lot has changed since then. With my good grades I was able to get into a good college. I had just graduated with my Bachelors and was now going back to get my Masters. I’m also not a scrawny guy anymore. Since high school I have wanted to reinvent myself and never be overlooked again by girls. So I hit the gym hard, work out 5 times a week, and make sure to do my cardio. I’m about 6ft and a solid 245 lbs. I’m built and I love the new me.

I’m sure she won’t recognize me when I walk past the stair stepper that she’s on, but when I cross her path she stops me and calls my name. I’m surprised and turn to meet her gaze. I’m met with much more than that. She’s off of the stair stepper and just a few steps away. She wraps her arms around my neck and hugs me.

We chat for a bit. Mostly we catch up through small talk. I learn that she graduated college as well but just with a liberal arts degree. She isn’t sure what she wants to do with her life, so she’s just working as a waitress for now. She’s hot and has the body for it, so she makes good tips. She goes on to say how she wishes she hadn’t teased me so much in high school. How I was a sweet guy and probably the only guy who liked her for her and not just because she was the hottest girl in school. I appreciate what she says but don’t really pay much attention to it. She says she’ll let me get back to my workout and beads back to hers. It’s pretty late, almost 2am, and she wants to finish up and head home to get some sleep.

I go to start my workout. I see that the room is empty besides us and the couple workers that are here, so I just pop my headphones out of the jack and play my music out loud. It’s an easy day, nothing but shoulders and back. I get through my workout and work up a nice sweat. I look around and she’s gone, so I figure she finished her workout and left. I head towards the locker room. Usually I shower and leave, but now I want to go sit in the Sauna for a little bit.

I put my clothes in the locker, wrap myself in a towel, and head towards the Sauna. I’m super excited for this. I need it. My muscles are super sore. I go to open the door and crack it a bit...and there she is. She is in the boys’ locker room Sauna. But what is she doing..? After a few seconds of surprise, I notice she is laying on the bench playing with her pussy. The sight of this gets me hard. I stand there for a minute and watch as she rubs herself and moans.

I slip in and stand over her and say,

“Now what do we have here?”

She sits up and tries to cover herself. I grab her towel and wave my index finger.

“Oh no, you’re not gonna cover up. I’ve wanted this for such a long time and all you did was make fun of me. I’m gonna show you how much I’ve changed. How much of a man I have become.”

She tries to protest, but I’m not having it. We are the only two here and she is gonna take my cock. I walk closer to her and she tries to move away. I grab a handful of her hair and force her to her knees. Then I drop my towel. My cock is no more than a couple inches away from her face. I am already semi hard.

“Open your mouth, you little slut. I’m gonna fuck your throat like I wanted to all those years ago.”

She continues to protest but I grab my cock and put it up against her lips and squeeze her nose shut so she has to open her mouth to breathe. When she does, I shove my cock into her mouth and begin to thrust it in and out between her lips. She tries to fight it, but after a few thrusts she starts to get into it. She bobs her head over my cock and takes it deep into her throat and gags on it. It feels so good. She has me moaning and gripping her hair and fucking her face.

I stand her up and bend her over and put her right leg up on the bench. She didn’t think it would get this far. I can feel the hesitation in her body. She must’ve really liked what I was doing to her though because she is dripping wet, but when I try to tease her clit with my cock she pushes me off and closes her legs. I grab her by her hair and pull her head back.

“You listen to me...I’m going to fuck this pussy. You’re going to put your leg on that bench and you’re going to cum on my cock, whether you like it or not.”

I put her leg on the bench and shove my cock into her pussy. She is dripping wet so I slide deep into her pussy with one stroke. She moans and arches her back, putting me deeper into her. She is so tight on my cock. It is everything I knew it would be. I know this isn’t one of those making love moments though. I’m gonna fuck her brains out and make her remember this moment.

I rub my hand from her back to her neck and up onto her head. I ball up my hand and grab a big handful of her hair and pull her head back to suck on her neck. I smack her ass with my other hand.

*smack*

She lets out a small moan.

*smack*

Her moans become louder. I am giving her long, deep strokes, but they aren’t slow. I want her to feel every inch of my cock as I pound her to orgasm. I can feel her grip my cock when I pull out, and when I slam back into her she can’t help but moan. She is creaming all over me. I pull halfway out and scoop it off my cock and show it to her.

“Look at what I’m doing to you. You’re loving every bit of me fucking your pussy.”

I put my fingers in her mouth and make her taste herself. I start to fuck her again. I reach up and start to play with her breast. Her nipples are so hard and I love grabbing them between my fingers and squeezing them. Her moans become louder and her breaths are speeding up. I can feel her pussy start to grip my cock and I know she is very close to orgasm. I wrap my arm around her throat and squeeze. I guess this is too much for her because she starts to squeeze my cock harder. The feeling is too much to handle. I can feel my orgasm getting nearer, so while she is still in mid orgasm I move my mouth close to her ear and say:

“I hope you’re enjoying yourself, because I’m about to fill this pussy up with my cum.”

It takes her a second to process what I have just said, and when she finally does it is too late. I have already thrust deep into her, and the last squeeze her pussy gives me is all I need. I unload deep inside of her and when she feels that first jet of cum shoot into her the only thing she can say is:

“No, you can’t! I’m not on any birth control.”

I guess my cock hears this and I feel a huge jet of cum shoot inside of her and it feels so good. I can’t tell if she is still cumming or if she is having another orgasm, but her pussy starts to squeeze on my cock again. It feels like it is sucking the tip of my cock and all of my sperm inside of her cervix.

This is too much for my sensitive cock head. I try to pull out, but her pussy is sucking me in and I can’t. I just stay deep inside of her and wait until I get soft. Her pussy finally lets me go and I step back and my dick flops out. I keep your leg up and look at your pussy to see if any cum will drip out. Not one drop does. I know her pussy wanted my seed and it made sure to keep it all. I look at her and say:

“Now get out of my locker room, and I’ll see you same time tomorrow for another deposit.”

She grabs her towel and heads toward the door. She turns around and smiles as she pushes the door open to head to the girls’ room for a shower. I can tell she wanted to say something but just kept it to herself. She leaves and I stay sitting on the bench. I just can’t stop thinking about how good her pussy felt and how I never would’ve had the balls to do what I just did to her in high school. I stand up and go to take a quick shower. I’m dressed and heading out when I see her drive past me and wave. I think I could get used to this!

#mine #Narratophilia

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peachymilkandcream · 7 months

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More cum dump Evelyn please 😊

Levi x Evelyn -> All You're Good For

(A/N: The amount of self control I had to not make this the non-canon smutshot with Dilf Fnaf movie William is insane. Not gonna lie I'm proud of myself for not doing so and having control.)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Levi could have pulled his hair out listening to Erwin go on and on again about Evelyn not being pregnant yet. While he understood that a part of the reason he was even remotely on board with Levi's lifestyle choice was the idea of a Ackerman and Titan child. Levi understood alright, but that didn't stop this from being annoying and monotonous.

"Do we have to go over this again?" Instead of pulling his hair out he opts to rake a hand through it.

"If you did what you're supposed to do then no we wouldn't." Erwin never skipped a beat.

"I'm doing everything I can damn it. Unless you want me to take off work until it happens there's nothing I can do!" He slams his fists on the table.

"Don't raise your voice at me."

Levi reclines back in his chair. "Fine. Just know I'm trying, I'm making her take pregnancy tests every week, in fact I instructed her to do so while I'm gone. I'm doing what I can, you can only force someone to be pregnant so much." He stands suddenly, taking a final swig of the liquor on his desk, he'd been drinking again, heaven help Evelyn if he got really drunk when he came home. "Are we done here?"

"For now, we are." Erwin stands as well, making sure to leave first, everything had to be a one up on Levi out of pure spite.

Levi resists the urge to smash his glass against the wall, since all it will cause is a mess. He mostly hopes that when he gets home Evelyn will tell him she's pregnant, then he'll be happy, if she's not...he'll make sure she is. Now matter how painful it is, he needs her to be pregnant.

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When he finally gets home Levi doesn't disguise his steps as he stomps up the stairs. He expected Evelyn to be at there waiting for him, but remembering it was test day he knew to find her. His fist pounded on the bathroom door.

"Evelyn? Results?" He waited only a moment before opening the door. She was sitting on the bathtub edge, staring at the test on the counter.

"It's not ready yet." Is all she remarks, not trying to fight as he kisses her in welcome.

"How much longer?"

"Should be any second. Good day at work?"

"Good enough." He grabs the test, looking at it, his expression shifts to even more annoyance as he throws it in the trash. "Fucking negative again! What is wrong with you!?" He grabs her by the throat and bring her into the next room, throwing her on the bed.

"I can't help it Levi I'm sorry- you're choking me-"

"Shut up, it's your own damn fault anyway." He pushes her legs up as hard as he can, not caring that it made her hips sore. All at once he pushes himself into her, thrusting in with an animalistic need to breed her.

Her ass jiggles with each slap of his hips against hers, all she needed to do was take it for once. The way she squeezed him drove him absolutely crazy, she needed to stop trying to pull away though, that was annoying him.

"Can't you just stop being a bitch for one minute? Don't you know this is all your good for? Being my fucking cum dump, taking all my seed to get you pregnant."

Most likely out of fear she stops resisting, only able to moan from his actions. She's only able to take it as he fills her womb with cum, waiting a few moments before going back in again.

She's unsure of how much time has passed before he's finally finished with her. His seed leaks out of her at a steady pace, and his final load paints her chest. His sigh of relief and satisfaction is loud, as if he's finally happy with what he's done. He looks her over, admiring his work.

"You look beautiful." His fingers reach down to rub his cum into her skin, he wants all of her to be infused with all of him. When he's satisfied he wipes his hand on her thigh. "Now let's go clean up, so I can fill you up again."

#attack on titan #break me slowly #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #levi x oc #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader #oneshot requests

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zephrr · 1 year

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Awe stopp you guys like my Jason head cannons that much. Ya make me blush 🤭. Got me giggling. Anyway; more uh head cannons that dive deeper into characterization and his relationship(s) {yaaay}

CW: F-Slur

Basic HeadCannons;

❥ He was/is soft spoken but since he's sick of people talking over him, he has to raise his voice a bit more. This causes him to lose his voice often.

❥ He used to damn near whisper until he got to highschool. His father basically forced him to speak up. He didn't want a "bitch of a son."

❥ He didn't speak until he hit the age of 6. At the age of 6, he met Eddie. { See below to " Relationship(s) }.

❥ He only goes soft around people he trusts. If it's not them, he barely speaks. Just listening and adding his two cents in every now and then.

❥ Since he was soft spoken, his father often called him a "fag" and "bitch". He learned to speak up around his father.

Relationship(s);

❥ He met Eddie in elementary school. He was 6, Eddie was 8. Eddie was determined to get Jason to speak around him so he bothered him every day. He tried teasing, compliments, ect. The day he got a response, he was ecstatic. He got Jason Carver to speak..in front of people!! His words were broken and whispered but he spoke!!!

❥ They got close after that, Eddie teaching Jason words are how to get more confident in his words. Joseph, Jason's father, hated how close they were. Eddie was always the one to walk Jason to his father's car. They were always holding hands with Jason tucked into Eddie's side. Everybody found it cute but it pissed Jason's father off. He always tried to shorten the time they spent together.

❥ When Jason got in middle school, he and Eddie had somewhat grown apart. After all, Eddie was 2 years older that him. They weren't as close as before, and that made Jason sad. He liked the way Eddie made him feel. He always felt like he was on cloud nine when Eddie was around. Now he's drifting away.

❥ Despite this, he always tried to keep in touch with him. He even met Eddie's small friend group. They seemed nice. They were outcasts..but nice. Jason liked them at least. Though, he still felt Eddie drifting away.

❥ Then.. High School hit. Jason was immediately popular due to his looks. Due to this, his friendship with Eddie...broke. It shattered just like that. He cried when he got home after Eddie made fun of him. Whatever. He didn't need him. So Jason decided to hangout with *his* group. He'll live without Eddie.

❥ He met Steve when he got on the basketball team. Steve was nice. To him at least. Steve was amazing. Steve was godly. Steve was...Jason liked Steve. Steve made Jason feel the same way Eddie use to make him feel. Steve always helped Jason. Gave him tips here and there. Once, they even had a one on one practice by themselves.

❥ Everything was ok until...Billy came. Jason didn't know how to feel about Billy. One half is wary of him yet the other wants to get closer to him.

❥ Billy got bored of Steve after a while. He started messing with Jason. Jason..Jason liked it. He liked the attention. It felt good to have Billy's attention. Until it didn't.

❥ Jason and Eddie got into frequent arguments. They were mostly petty arguments. Jason often had to walk away due to his voice giving out. He hates talking above a whisper, it makes his throat hurt. He always cried after. Steve always found him. He likes Steve.

❥ Then..senior year. The feuding between he and Eddie got worse. His throat was sore from yelling. He hates talking above a whisper so much. God he hates how far this has gone. He didn't have Steve to comfort him. That made him cry harder. He wanted Steve.

❥ The last time...Eddie found him. Eddie found Jason crying behind the bleachers. Jason was, of course, shocked. But he didn't say anything. He couldn't anyway, his voice gave out from the fight the two had in the hallway less than 5 minutes ago. Jason tried to talk but all that came out was raspy breaths. Eddie felt pulled out a notebook and gave it to Jason. { Fic incoming }

Jason stared at the notebook before picking it up and pulling his pencil from behind his ear. He stared at Eddie for a second before he started writing.

'we used to be so close. what happened??' He wrote down and shoving the notebook to Eddie. Eddie stared at it for a second before putting it down. He stared at Jason. Jason had tears falling down his cheeks, with a pouty expression. He was staring directly at Eddie.

"Honestly...I happened." Eddie replied, looking down. "I was so focused on myself 'n shit that I drifted away from you."

Jason took the notebook again.

'you could have still talked to me when i tried to talk to you when i was a freshman.' He then gave Eddie the notebook before snatching it back away. 'you really hurt my feelings that day eddie.' He started to cry as he slowly slid him the notebook. Eddie read it and hugged him

"I know Jayce...I know."

( I HAD TO REWRITE THIS TWICE PLEASEEEEEEE 😭😭)

#jason carver #jason carver my beloved #autistic jason carver #(mentioned)#munver #cargrove #prettyboy duo #aka #steve x jason

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halcyon-writings · 2 years

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Hello! I saw your post regarding Dislyte requests. Is so, would you accept Leon x reader? Where reader is drawn to him and tries to become friends, but because he’s distant he doesn’t really care. But then, reader has a breakdown from a mission due to whatever reason and Leon notices going from there 👀

i see gloomy sniper man and go, he's so babygirl

nav.

note: mentions of illusions/hallucinations, leon being leon which i hope isn't ooc bc i haven't rly written for him before, i didn't describe it as a breakdown exactly, but just thought i'd mention it just in case. maybe hurt/comfort (also does anyone still write for dislyte or did i work on the stuff in my inbox too late dksvjsk)

You find Leon cleaning his rifle in the same spot, taking it apart and putting it back together with practiced ease.

His eyes only look up at you for a moment, humming in greeting, hands still occupied. Usually you’d be lucky enough for him to look at you, much less even greet you in his unique Leon way.

“How are your injuries?” You nearly jump out of your skin.

“Pardon?”

“How are your injuries?” He repeats.

Your eyes trail to your hands, mostly uncovered now, the worst you had to deal with now was bruising, and the occasional sore spot here and there.

An unfortunate incident was the official description. Miramon experiments going wrong and surrounding personnel under what could be described as mass hysteria. You were one of the lucky ones, or unlucky maybe, to be lost within your own head, madness shrouding you in comparison to the others that had dealt with much worse injuries in comparison.

What you don’t know is that the sniper was the one to find you, his normal lackadaisical expression gone as he hovered over your form.

The fight was short, laughably so.

But it burned into his memory, your eyes manic as your words were garbled between whispers and shrieks of hysteria. According to Anseidora, when he threatens probes for answers on your condition, the researcher simply says the now dead miramon had the sort of power to force its victims to relieve a memory or see things in order to control people.

In short moments of clarity, what you saw, over and over again, was how you had gotten your powers as an esper. A hush hush thing, only those with the clearance had access to any file that may have existed, enough that it was rumored that Sander himself was just one of two.

Leon normally would have left well enough alone after you were subdued. But an uncomfortable feeling stirred in his chest as you fell. His gaze had lingered on your prone form as you were taken away to be treated. But he had to find out more. Not for his own conscious, of course, but rather to satisfy the growing questions at the back of his mind.

After all, why should he have a need to soothe his conscious? Despite your attempts at cordiality, his own nature left much to be desired and often times downright he could have been ignoring any attempts at interaction past assignments and other missions that you both were assigned under.

(A lie if there ever was one, but it wasn't like he was going to admit that.)

He is giving you just the slightest look of impatience, where his eyebrows furrow just enough to lean away from cool indifference.

"My injuries are fine..." You manage, tugging at your sleeves, your eyes leaving his first.

"I see."

There is a pregnant pause, and you take that as that. Turning to leave the sniper to his devices once more, before a throat clearing stops you.

"It would do no good for you to remain unsupervised while you remain in recovery." This time it's the red haired man's turn to avoid your gaze. You hum in acknowledgement.

"I suppose, though that would best be found in the medical wing, would it not?"

A fair point, he must have realized, as he began to pack his rifle in its case, "Then I shall accompany you there."

You don't hide your surprise this time. An eyebrow arching slightly in question, but it is left unanswered. You supposed you could let him have his way this time.

#first dislyte fic be gentle jdgksjkgs #dislyte x reader #dislyte imagines #leon dislyte x reader #dislyte leon x reader #dislyte imagine #mine

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pokeglitchden · 9 months

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[The Following Offscreen- In character event takes place at 11:30PM

Previous Part found here - Collaboration with @ladyzee-oddityhunter

CW- Blood, Gore, Broken Limbs, Pokemon Abuse, Death mention, possession

Simon takes a careful step away from the utterly disheveled looking Oddity Hunter he now found himself standing before. Dark wafts of purple smoke play about her face as she stares him down through sopping wet tangles of ragged pink hair. Her eyes are just a bit too wide, unblinking as she staggers towards him, her legs twisting out unnaturally as they seem to struggle to find a comfortable way to hold her. "Okay, er.." Simon starts, holding up a hand as he backs away, "Zee? Whatever's going on, try to stay calm, alright? I'm... I'm just going to get you back to town. Er... and probably to a hospital." A grin, just as menacing as it is unnatural, splits too wide across Zee's face.

You can clearly see the red between her teeth.

"Town? I'd love to go to town, mister."

She begins to shamble back up the slope towards Simon. Other than her broken fingers her body still looks mostly solid, if not a bit worse for wear. It's clear her pokemon have been holding back, trying not to injure her.

But this isn't Zee any more.

She grabs Carmelita, the Oricorio who'd so bravely stood before her, by the throat and silences a panicked squawk from it. Dark energy seems to gather in her palm, striking the pokemon point blank with a Shadow Ball. She smashes the pokemon into the ground with a hiss.

It lays there, unmoving.

Simon blanches a little. He takes a trembling step back as Zee begins to advance again, wobbling as she does. Her eyes meet Simon's unblinking as a scowl crosses her lips once again.

"I'm going back to the town. If you get in my way too, I'll twist your head off and shove it up your ass."

Simon winces, unclipping a Pokeball now from his belt. This has gone far enough.

"Okay Zee.." he says, a little breathlessly, "We'll get you back, just hang on."

He tosses the Pokeball and from it bursts, Mimic, the blue tinted glitch pokemon that takes the form of either its trainer or their pokemon as it pleases. Today Mimic looks like a bright blue copy of Simon, complete with thick eyeglasses (and an uncanny lack of eyes behind them). It watches Zee with a vacant kind of ambivalence, expression totally neutral as it lies in wait beside its trainer.

"We can talk this out, right?" Simon asks, addressing the spirit now, "Don't you think you could just leave. This is possession, right?"

Zee glances between Simon and Mimic a few times (as if trying to better understand just WHAT this strange blue copy of him was supposed to be.)

"Leave?" she asks as she shambles further towards him, “No. I’ve been waiting a long time for someone to come here. I’m going home. I’m getting him BACK for this!”

The swirling, purple mist intensifies as her face twists with fury.

“He deserves to DIE FOR THIS! HE RUINED MY LIFE!”

With a hate filled shriek, clouds of dark mist begin to swirl about her. She is shouting now, words overlapping with one another in a cacophony of hate, pleading to unhearing gods for vengeance she was owed and so sorely denied. Her anguish swiftly devolves into sounds impossible to recreate with a human mouth.

She sways, as if ready to collapse, before falling head long into a sprint towards Simon. He gasps, staggering backwards, almost falling as he shouts in a panic. "Mimic!!"

Mimic's head snaps to attention as it's eyes come to focus on Zee. It rushes to intercept her, firing off a shadow ball in response, mimicking the attack it had seen her use on Carmelita. It snarls at Zee as the attack connects, standing before Simon protectively.

Zee is knocked clean off her feet, sent tumbling back down the slope from the force of the impact. (So much for her perfect manicure)

Behind him, he can hear Benjie whimpering. Its clear the pokemon can't stand seeing its trainer hurt, but it seems to know as well as Simon does. This still is not Zee.

She lurches back to her feet like a puppet on strings. Her ankle gives way beneath her when she stands, rolling awkwardly beneath her as she pitches forward. Her cold eyes snap to Mimic.

“Bastard… What the FUCK are YOU?”

She pulls a few ragged, shallow breaths as she limps back up the hill upon failing joints. A fine purple mist gatheres around her hands as she makes a dash at Mimic. She raises a vicious shadowed claw to swipe at the strange blue pokemon.

The attack goes right though. It does absolutely nothing. Mimic just stares back at her a bit blankly, its head cocking vaguely to one side. Simon takes his place next to his Mimic and stares down at her. "I'm only going to ask you to leave once more." he says, "Tell me, just who is it you're looking for. Do you even know if he's still alive?"

Zee snarls at him, dumbfounded and frustrated by the lack of impact her attack had upon Mimic.

"What, as if you'll help me?" she asks with a sneer, "I'm not telling you a damn thing. Trusting someone is how this HAPPENED.”

She takes a step back, and then another, before turning abruptly to bolt. Benjie gives out a cry of alarm, dashing to cut her off before she can escape.

"Hey wait!" Simon calls after her, "Mimic! Don't let her get away!!"

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Ficlet: Scream Queens

Story: Scream Queens Word count: 1,542 Relationship(s): Becky/Seth, Jon/Renee Prompt: sleeping in a pillowfort Also available at: AO3 and Wattpad and dreamwidth Summary: Jon isn't above bribery to coax his daughter and niece out of a pillowfort.

"God, just looking at them makes my back hurt." Renee put both hands on the small of her back and shook her head as she peeked in on her daughter and Becky's, cuddled together deep inside their pillowfort. "I can't remember ever being able to bend that way."

Becky crouched down to get a look. Nora had one foot hooked up on the couch cushion and was mostly sprawled on her stomach. Each time she breathed out, it ruffled Roux's curls. Roux's face was mashed up against Nora's shoulder, her legs scrunched up at an odd angle. "My hips are burning just looking at them," Becky agreed. Sitting back on her heels, she added, "Should we take them out and put them to bed before they sprain something?"

"I know you're almost out of the terrible twos," Renee reminded her, "but I'm not. When my girl wants her sleep, she wants her sleep." She tried to reach in, but the girls were too far back to grab without tearing down the front half of their beloved pillowfort. "Serves me right for getting all those accent pillows. Now she has too much ammunition."

"Told ya." Jon strolled into the living room, popping half of a doughnut into his mouth. "At least I stopped you from buying in to the whole Lip, Lap, Lop trend."

"Love, babe," Renee said with a chuckle. "It's Live, Laugh, Love."

"Oh. That makes more sense. Also explains why I could never find any of that shit for you on Etsy." Jon backed up and tried to peer inside the pillowfort. "So what are we looking at, aside from a building that is clearly not up to code?" He got down on his knees and scooted closer. "Ah, shit. I remember when I could pretzel up like that. Fun times."

Seth arrived last and raised his eyebrows at the sight of Jon on his hands and knees. "Someone lose a contact lens or something?" he asked.

Renee shook her head. "The girls are sleeping in there, but they're all contorted. If we leave them, they'll be sore and cranky."

"And if we wake them," Becky added, "they'll be sore and cranky and loud about it."

"Ah. Gotcha." Seth walked around the side of the pillowfort. "Can we try anything from a different angle? Try reaching around from the back and... rearranging limbs?"

Jon shook his head. "I got another idea." He sat near the opening of the pillowfort and cleared his throat. "Too bad the girls are sleeping," he said, raising his voice a bit. None of them had been talking particularly quietly, but there was a deliberateness to his volume that the other three all recognized because they had used it themselves. "Otherwise we could have gone for ice cream."

"Ah, bribery," Renee remarked. "Works every time."

Sure enough, some of the pillows in the pillowfort started to move and there was the distinctive thump of limbs hitting the floor. Roux emerged first, her curls a wild corona around her ears. "Ice cream?"

Nora pushed her way out next, rubbing at her eyes. "Where the scream?"

Jon feigned surprise, eyes going wide as he pulled both girls into his lap. "That's where you were? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you. Go back to sleep. We still got a couple hours until supper is ready."

Roux shoved at his chest, but she was too groggy for it to be much more than a half-hearted pat. "You said ice cream."

"Yeah, Daddy." Nora's eyes were scrunched up when she frowned up at her father, and Becky tried not to laugh, because she had never seen Nora look more like Jon.

"Did I?" Jon looked to Renee first, then Becky and Seth. "Guess I did. But the ice cream parlour's a couple blocks away," he pointed out, "and you two are probably too tired to walk...."

"Daddy's shoulders aren't tired," Renee said quietly, earning her a quick look from Jon that made her laugh. "Well, if everyone's too tired to walk, I guess we could open the ice cream we have here."

Nora brightened up a bit. "Scream here!"

"Well, if Mom says we can have ice cream, then we can have ice cream." Jon held each girl close to his chest and heaved himself to his feet. "Let's go scoop, ladies. And then maybe we can rebuild that pillowfort so we can all fit inside and eat our ice cream."

"No." Nora shook her head sharply. "Me and Roux. No daddies."

"No daddies?" Seth came up to Jon's side and took Roux from him as they went into the kitchen. "But where do the daddies hang out then?"

"In the garage," Roux replied. To Becky's amusement and Seth's confusion, she said <i>garage</i> more like Becky did than the American way.

"What about the mommies?" Renee piped up. "Can we hang out in the pillowfort with you?"

Nora's vehemence was unwavering. "No. No mommies."

"Mommies in the tub," Roux answered. "Splash splash."

Jon raised an eyebrow. "Damn. I think I want to go to the mommies' party. I mean, don't get me wrong, I've had some fun in garages, but...."

"Wait. Does the pillowfort have a garage?" Seth asked, getting out of the doorway so Renee and Becky could join them in the kitchen.

Renee shut her eyes. "I really hope it doesn't have a tub. That's a whole level of mess I don't even want to think about." She took a few containers of ice cream out of the freezer and set them on the counter. "I know how much you love your Salt & Straw flavours, so I got a few: sea salt caramel, mint chocolate chip—"

"Yes, please." Becky blew Seth a kiss as she went to a cabinet and pulled down six bowls. "Are these okay or do you have... ice cream bowls?"

Jon scoffed. "This is the woman who thinks there's no difference between wet and dry measurements, remember. She might have some fancy-ass ice cream bowls somewhere, but they'd be... in the attic or something. Those are fine." He tugged open a drawer and lifted out a handful of spoons. "We should have a scoop somewhere."

"Hanging up on the rack," Renee called back, pulling more containers out of the freezer. "Cinnamon snickerdoodle, peanut butter brittle caramel fudge—the name alone is a mouthful—and pear blue cheese...." By the time she was done listing off flavours, there were eight containers on the counter.

"I hope you didn't get all of these just because we were coming to visit," Becky said. "We don't need a whole shop to choose from."

Renee passed Becky the mint chocolate chip. "That's just for you. Nora, Roux, what flavour would you like to have?"

The girls insisted on sampling a bit of each, making faces when they tried the pear and blue cheese. They chose the peanut butter brittle caramel fudge and Renee gave them each a small scoop. "It's almost food time," Jon said when Nora started to complain. "And you know what's after food time?"

Roux raised her hand as if it were a serious question. "Dessert!"

"Exactly." Once the girls had their bowls, Jon took them back out to the living room and he and Seth rearranged the pillowfort so the girls had more room—and they were less likely to twist themselves into human pretzels. Becky and Renee brought out all the ice cream for the adults, though since Becky had dibs on the mint chocolate chip, she was just eating it straight out of the container. "Babe, I hope you've got money saved up to pay for their divorce fees," Jon said, leaning back against the couch so he could keep an eye on the pillowfort.

Seth just rolled his eyes. "I'm used to it now. She used to use it as a threat, so I've tried to ignore it."

Becky beamed. "He even got me mint chocolate for Valentine's this year. Sweet boy." She cuddled up to Seth's side but was careful to keep her ice cream as far away from him as possible.

"Yeah, yeah." Seth kissed the top of her head. "Small price to pay, I guess."

A sudden clatter made all the adults snap to attention, but then they saw two sets of little hands push their bowls and spoons out through the pillowfort's opening. "Thank you for ice cream, Auntie Nee!" Roux said. "Thank you, Uncle Jon!"

"You're welcome, kiddo." Jon leaned over and ruffled her curls. "Going back to sleep?"

Nora peered up at him around the corner. "Yeah."

To their surprise, the girls shuffled back into the pillowfort and curled up together again, though less contorted this time, and though they babbled to each other for a few minutes, it didn't take them long to fall back to sleep. "Damn," Seth said, clearly in awe. "Road life must have got them used to sleeping pretty much anywhere."

"As long as they don't sleep on their desks at school," Renee replied, "we're golden."

"Until high school, anyway." There was a bit of ice cream left in one of the girls' bowls and Jon dipped his spoon in. "Then everyone deserves a good math class nap."

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Not Leaving

Chapter 24

Parings: Steve Kemp x Noa

Summary: What if Noa hadn't managed to kill Steve and hadn't been able to get away, what would have happened.

Alternative ending to Fresh were Steve wins against the fight between Noa, Molly and Penny

Warnings: Dom/sub, Psychopath, Kidnapping, Cannibalism, Captive, Handcuffs, Medical torture, Light bondage, Blood, Controlling

Noa stared out the window, her hands lazily in her lap and fiddling with the end of her jacket. The car was boiling now, the heating blowing on her face and drying her skin out, her throat turning sore and dry, like she hadn’t had any water for days. There wasn’t much to look at as they passed bare trees and the road was empty except for them. The scarf around her neck was cosy and smelt like Steve, his scent lingering around her and hiding the collar. She hadn’t felt it for a while now but when she felt the soft pressure of Steve's hand on her knee and turned her head, she felt the prongs dig in, reminding her that they were still here and warning her at the same time. She was still a captive, still under his control yet the controls had been switched off, giving her some freedom.

“You, okay?” he asked, quickly glancing to her for a second and raising a brow softly, his voice gliding gently through the car. The music in the back was playing low and kept a calm atmosphere.

“Yeah, just hungry” her stomach rumbled at the thought of food. She hadn’t eaten since this morning which felt like hours ago.

“We’re nearly there, once we check in, I’ll cook us something” he smiled and Noa nodded, curiously looking at him.

“Did you bring food?” For some reason, Noa thought the house would already be stocked but then she remembered that Steve's taste in food wasn’t like any others. Unless this house was part of that one percent of the one percent.

“I brought a couple of things; mostly stuff I’ve already prepared. The house has everything else we need” he explained and Noa nodded.

“Cool… so you’ve been here before then?” she asked, leaning her head on the back of the seat, gazing at Steve. He looked hot, hair fluffy and a few strands dropping, that charming smile on his lips, even the way he gripped the wheel. Noa couldn’t help but stare at him, lost in his beauty.

“Once… with my wife” this made Noa shoot up, eyes wide and mouth frowning.

“You have a wife?” she stammered slowly. This man was married! Another secret he had been hiding from her all this time. Was it consensual, was she a victim, was she a part of his lifestyle willingly, part of the community devoted to this way of eating. Who was she, what was her name, what did she look like. Steve chuckled softly, looking to Noa briefly and shrugged, as this was an everyday conversation.

“Used to, not anymore, we broke up a while ago” Noa blinked forwards and settled back in the chair.

“Oh” was all she could muster.

“She’s history… our marriage was failing for a while now, so I decided to end it… now I have you” he smiled at her, his eyes squinting a little and Noa nodded slowly.

“Okay” she whispered and looked back out the window, feeling his hand creep back onto her knee. Noa didn’t know what to think about this. She wasn’t jealous but now finding out he had a wife, Noa wondered if their breaking up had anything to do with her. She wanted to ask more but decided not to, perhaps later tonight she’d question Steve some more.

Steve was right when he said they weren’t far from the house. He turned into a road of a town, passing shops and tall apartment buildings and for the first time, Noa saw the outside world and what was in it. she forgot these things even existed. But what caught her attention the most was the people walking the streets, walking their dogs, walking with their children, talking on the phone. Noa stared at everyone, wondering inside if they knew she was gone. If anyone even knew what had happened to her.

Steve pulled up to a small building with a parking lot, one car parked in a space at the front and a couple further back. the reception to check in to their house. Noa couldn’t wait to step outside as the car felt like a hundred degrees, sweat forming under the scarf and jacket. Some fresh air would be amazing right about now. Although she felt her stomach tighten with a sickly feel and she wondered if that was because she was hungry or because she was away from her prison and out in the world. Steve jumped out the car, pulling Noa back to reality and she realised she had to get out. Slowly peeling the seatbelt off her, she opened the door, a gush of cold air hitting her face and she instantly wanted to slip back into the warmth of the car. She stepped out, her eyes adjusting to the brightness and looked around the parking lot. There was no one here besides them and Noa scuffed her boot on the ground, feeling the concrete under her feet, something she wasn’t used to having only felt carpet and hardwood floors for the past month.

Steve held his hand out for her, and she joined it up, his fingers interlocking hers tightly, palms warm and inviting. They stepped up into the reception, the automatic doors opening for them and walked to the front desk. The reception was small but cosy. Dark carpets and wooden furniture with a pine desk at the front. To the side was a small table and two comfy chairs, most likely for people waiting to check in and there was a wall hanging with several pamphlets on houses to rent and other places around America.

Behind the desk was a tall woman, her hair tied back in a sleek pony, bright red lips, and a perfect completion. She wore white blouse and black trousers with a gold name badge on the front. Noa glanced to it and almost laughed. Molly, how ironic. Her first human contact with someone other than Steve and it happened to be her best friend’s name.

“Hi, how can I help you?” she greeted sweetly, and Steve did all the talking. Noa glanced around the reception, feeling Steve let go of her hand and she looked behind her at the doors. The doors to freedom. What would it take for her to turn and run to them, running for escape and freedom. To scream for help and beg someone to take her away from all this, from him. which is when it finally hit Noa.

It finally made her understand that none of this was normal. Her captivity was not normal, Steve was not normal. Yes, he was charming, kind, caring, funny… but in no way was he normal. Eating people is not normal. Keeping someone captive because they want to love you is not normal. All this time Noa had been trying to convince herself that Steve was not a bad guy and that she could live with him like this had gone completely out the window. He was a kidnapper, serial killer, cannibal, the list goes on and Noa was going to accept this life and live it with him. He was all she had over the last two months, her only company, all she had to talk to, laugh with, eat with. Her mind had gone insane, and she believed that this was how her life was going to be. But now, standing in the reception, away from her cell and his house hidden away from everyone, Noa realised it didn’t have to be like that.

Suddenly she was pulled out of her daze when she felt a hand press on her arm, Steve leaning to her with furrowed brows.

“You, okay?” he said softly and Noa stared blankly, unable to speak. her eyes went to Molly standing behind the desk who also looked at her with concern. What would it take for Noa to scream and shout at her to help her, revealing who this man beside her really was? Would she believe Noa, would she think she was insane? What would Steve do? The remote for the collar was tucked in his pocket and a simple press of the button would send her to the ground.

Noa swallowed and pressed a tight smile to her lips.

“Yeah, I’m fine” she breathed, and Steve smiled, thanking Molly and grabbed the key and documents, pulling Noa with him.

“Enjoy your stay” she called and Noa stared at the ground as they left, her saviour slowly being left behind as they went back to the car.

The house was beautiful. There was a long drive leading up to it, the house on its own with the next one a five-minute drive down the road. It reminded Noa a bit of Steve's house, how it was hidden from everyone. There was a large field behind it and a huge driveway for several cars to park and a beautiful front garden, the grass neatly cut to perfection. It was wooden with black beams and big windows. Steve parked the car, and they jumped out. Noa was in awe of the house. It looked quite modern but had that holiday cabin vibe to it as well.

The inside was just as beautiful. Warm lights flickered on from the switch at the front, illuminating the whole house. The theme was beige and dark brown. The carpet was a light beige, fluffy and soft to her feet. Noa decided to slip off her boots so the carpet wouldn’t get dirty. There was a huge living room with two large sofas, a giant flat screen TV, an oak coffee table and small little details of lamps, candles, and plants in glass vases. There was a dining room with a large oak table and chairs with padded leather. At the back was a large pair of French doors leading to the outside where Noa spotted the decking and hot tub. The kitchen was rustic with dark cupboards and a kitchen island with stools with dark red leather seats. A huge fridge and freezer were on one side of the wall and a sink and preparation area near the oven. The stairs leading up to the upstairs twisted into three pieces with a wooden banister.

It looked to be at least a couple of million if someone wanted to buy and Noa was a little overwhelmed. She hadn’t even noticed Steve had placed their bags down and spoke to her until he came into her vision.

“Hey, you okay, you’ve been quiet since we got here” he asked with concern, lightly grabbed her arms and Noa breathed, forcing a smile on her lips and shook her head lightly.

“I’m fine, just hungry and thirsty” she admitted. That wasn’t all though that was on her mind.

“So, what do you think?” he asked, holding his hands up as he stepped back. Noa turned her nose up and shrugged.

“Mmm, kind of disappointing” she said, and Steve chuckled, his eyes squinting. She made that same joke the first time she saw his house.

“No, it’s beautiful” she clarified after. Steve stepped forward again, cupping her face and kissed her softly, rubbing his nose lightly on hers. Noa sucked in a small breath, a different sensation coming from his kiss, and she stared up at him with big eyes.

“Why don’t you go and unpack, I’ll get started on lunch” he murmured softly and Noa nodded.

Steve smiled and dropped his hands, picking one of the bags up and trailing into the kitchen whilst Noa stood there, letting out a shaky breath, slowly reaching up and wiping her lips with her fingers as if to remove the kiss he placed there. Noa’s thinking was clear now, she knew exactly what she needed to do.

Chapter 25

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it's under the cut (2.7k words), but fair warning it is most definitely not my best work </3 i got inspired and just finished it but haven't gone back to reread it, nor do i really have a direction for it, so i hope it makes sense LMAO

(it is pretty gay but mostly implied, and pretty angsty. warnings for blood and a little gore :-) )

my apologies for the potentially rushed writing, but:

She is drenched in her enemies’ blood.

She does not know where she is or who she is any longer, for the weight of her sword in her hand is the only thing she feels. Her fingers are cramped and tight, her wrist sore and aching, but she does not stop. She will not stop.

Her love is gone. It is their fault.

The mourning mark of her lady is smeared across her cheeks and eyes, and she wonders if it is the rain or her own shed tears that has made the mark so messy. Would it matter which it is? She supposes not.

Her black cloak blows behind her as another falls to the ground, his throat cut before he could ever think to draw his own weapon. She has done this for what feels like an eternity.

Nothing is new to her.

The man’s torch clatters against the road, his blood leaking from his neck like a river finding its course through the cracked stones. When the flames turn to embers and the blood turns to water, she continues on her path. Her unevenly cut hair sticks to her face as a gentle wind blows through this street, though she is not sure why it feels attached to her skin.

Sweat, blood, rain, tears… She does not know. She does not care to.

The weight of her sword is all she should know.

There are more up ahead, chattering away, laughing at her. Her bones ache and scream for her to stop, but she shoves the feeling down, instead choosing to focus on the way her boots and armor clank as she walks. She is making good time, but she does not know if she will find her way again.

A man and a woman hear her coming, as she has come to expect. She raises her greatsword, gifted to her the evening she swore to protect her love, and brings it down upon them. A spear is driven toward her as the man’s shoulder is cleaved straight through, the blade narrowly missing his heart. He will not live long, and his body hitting the ground seals his fate.

The spear nicks her cheek, slashing along her skin as blood now drips down her jaw. The woman comes to regret that action a moment later when she cannot lift her spear in time, and the sword severs her head from the rest of her body.

She does not bother wishing an easy rest on them as she moves forward, her sword dragging behind her, the steel blade causing sparks to fly as it scrapes against the dull stones. Her dark cloak whips behind her, stains its ends in the blood that threatens to drown her.

It won’t be long, now. This town should be the last. It will be the last.

Her curse will overtake her if she does not succeed this time. She has already failed once too many.

Her head twitches to the side, pain lancing through her skull. She pushes herself up a set of stairs, her left hand struggling to keep her standing. She must persist, must do it for her.

She will not accept another way. She cannot.

But her limbs grow heavy. When did she last eat? Sleep? Could she even call the bones and muscles that ache in her body her own?

She does not remember if this body is hers. Did she not give it up when she swore her life to her lover?

“Swear it to me,” her lady says, kneeling in the tall grass as she grasps the knight’s young face between her hands. Her long hair gently blows in the wind, a stark contrast to the paleness of her face. “You will always come back to me, won’t you?”

The knight nods, dark eyes wide and full of wonder. She takes a deep breath, raising a hand to place her fist over her heart as her jaw sets. “I swear on my dying breath, my lady. My body, my mind, my sword; they are yours to do with as you please.”

Her lady snorts and pinches her cheeks as she releases them. “Don’t be silly. I do not wish for us to grow apart when you leave.”

“When I leave?” the knight asks. She rests her hands on her thighs, clenched. “Where will I go, if I am not to remain at your side? What will I do?”

Her greatsword finds its way buried deep into the heart of a man, squelching loudly in her ears. His blood stains the front of her chest piece and what remains of the colored cloth that bears her lady’s warm colors. She is reminded of a sun setting beneath a mountain, pulling a blanket of clouds over its body as it lays to rest.

She is not deserving of these colors. Her body is no longer what it once was, when they were gifted to her.

The man falls to the tower’s floor, groaning quietly as he draws his last breaths. She continues to the cells, her head throbbing and her heart pounding in her chest.

She ignores these feelings. Her lady is near.

“You are no longer a lost puppy, sweet thing. You need not follow in my shadow.”

The knight frowns, her brows furrowing as she looks to the sword between them. “And… What of this? What does it mean?”

“Is it not a token of your loyalty?” Her lady brushes her hand along the hilt, gently tapping the deep blue stone that rests there. “I gifted it to you, after all, under the assumption you would be mine. Do my words mean nothing to you?”

“N-No!” the knight stutters out, her cheeks flushing deeply. “I mean- They’re everything to me, I… only do not know where I stand. I wish to know how… how you feel, my lady.”

“Oh? No one has dared ask me such a thing.” She giggles quietly, shifting forward to rest her forehead against the knight’s. “You should know it by now, shouldn’t you?”

A sword is jabbed at her bicep, slicing through the cloth as it finds the only spot her armor does not protect. She makes no sound as she swings her own blade over her head, cleaving the man’s arm from his shoulder, as she has done countless times before. He falls to the floor from the force of it, hissing through his teeth as his blood pools around his torso.

She slowly buries her sword into the man’s heart through his weak armor, no match for the steel that burns in her hands. Perhaps they should have anticipated her arrival, and they could have known how to stop her.

As it stands, she goes through them as if they were nothing but dirt beneath her boots.

The mourning mark of her lady drips into her eyes, heat racing up the back of her neck. It stings, but she blinks the bleariness and pain away as she walks forward, her eyes searching for her lady. She must be here. Where else could she be?

Her cheeks flush deeper as she bows her head, her hair falling into her face. It is her lady that lifts her back up, a gentle smile on her lips as she places a soft kiss between the knight’s brows. Her heart pounds painfully in her chest, and she does not understand why.

It has always been her lady that makes her feel this way. Is it not wrong of her? Are they not from two vastly different worlds, their pieces never fitting quite right?

She is a protector. That is all.

“Lost in that handsome head of yours, are you?” her lady quietly asks. Her lips find purchase on the knight’s cheek, lingering for a moment. “My father tells me you leave tomorrow. I… wish we had more time together.”

The weight of the sword now sheathed at her back is familiar as she searches the various cells in this hallway, her eyes straining against the darkness. Quiet wails sound in her ears and things shuffle within them, but she does not see her lady.

She presses on. She must be here.

Blood drips down her arm and causes her clothing to stick uncomfortably to her skin, but she pays the feeling no mind. She is so close to fulfilling her duty and her sworn promise-

To who? Does she remember her lady’s name?

It must be engraved in the locket around her neck. She reaches a hand up, shaking as she touches her neck-

It is gone.

No. No, no, no.

That was all she had left. She has nothing, and how can she? What does she look like?

“We could run away,” the knight jokes, though her lady frowns at it. “I… I’m sorry. I know this is important to your family.”

“So are you. To me, that is.”

Her heart cracks in her chest. She can’t continue like this, she can’t let her lady see how badly she has failed. She swore to protect her, to always come back, and why can’t she?

The knight shakes her head, tugging it away from her lady as she pushes herself away. “You say these things, but… I do not know how to feel.”

Her lady hums, a soft sound that feels like music she has never heard. “Do you find it strange? We can stop.”

“I don’t want us to.”

The knight does not know why she says these things. She is a protector, a warrior. She has no time for whatever one could call this feeling in her chest. Aside from that fact, she is not permitted. What would her mentor say, or the lord? She cannot have what they do.

Soft, uncalloused hands grasp her cheeks again, tugging her attention back to her lady. She frowns again, but it is out of concern, she thinks. “Would you mind if I kissed you? I have wondered of the taste of your lips on mine for some time.”

The knight does not know if her cheeks or ears can burn any hotter. Must she embarrass herself this way?

She stumbles back a few steps, her breathing erratic as she searches the darkness. She doesn’t know where she is, who she is. What has she done?

She has to find her lover. She has to-

She must. She is all the knight has left.

Her mother gone from childbirth, her father never returning from his adventures, her sister disappearing by the river. She has no one.

Tears prick her eyes as she stumbles down the hall, frantic in her search. She must have dropped it. It must be nearby, she couldn’t ever leave it without realizing.

“N-Not at all. My lady.” She swallows the lump growing in her throat, her eyes flicking between the golden hues of her lady’s. “This… is not proper, is it? Should a lord of higher standing not be your fancy?”

“A strong, kindhearted knight that has sworn her loyalty to me? I could not ask for a more wonderful thing.” Her head tilts to the side slightly, her eyes flicking down. “Are you uncomfortable? I only wish for you to feel yourself around me, but if this is too far-“

The knight stops her lady’s worried rambling with a swift kiss to her lips, awkward and weird. She has never done such a thing before, but it takes no time for her lady to take the lead, smiling as she settles into a rhythm.

Her heart pounds in her ears, whispers in her mind as she stumbles into a brighter hallway, blinking rapidly at the sudden light. Two men meet her halfway as she rushes through, her boots thundering against the stone as she bolts through the halls, using a small dagger at her thigh to get through any that wish harm upon her.

Bodies lie in her wake, lonesome as they stain the stones a deep red. She does not regret it, but the tears in her eyes certainly do not help her state.

She isn’t sure what she sees or who she’s looking at. Faces flash in her vision as she pushes forward, unable to get a full breath in, her hands reaching out to steady herself on the slick walls as her dagger clatters to the floor.

Voices shout at her, beg her to stop. She does not.

She cannot.

How could she forget what her lady looks like? Sounds like? She does not remember even a name.

She would be so disappointed. Perhaps it is deserved.

She breaks through a rusted door, staggering into the night and straight down a hill as she loses her balance and whoever was closing in on her heels. She tumbles down, her sword loosening from its strap at her chest and leaving its place around her, harshly smacking against her face. Her cloak strangles her, wraps around her throat, threatens to steal her breath-

She hits a river, sinking toward the bottom almost immediately as it rushes by her, water pounding in her ears. She tries to catch her breath, tries to push herself to the surface-

She must claw her way to the shore, the metal claws on her fingers digging into the sand as she blindly yanks herself forward. The current from the river attempts to lure her to its depths, promising her a name, a face-

She does not listen. The bones in her fingers ache and she coughs, only sucking in more water during her struggle. The muscles in her arms burn but she continues, pushing on, screaming as she pulls herself above the river’s rushing current.

The water she inhaled comes back up as she continues attempting to pull herself onto the dry sand, only accomplishing tugging half of her body onto it. The sand sticks uncomfortably to her face as she vomits what little remains of her insides, gasping in air before the next round hits her like a stone thrown at her chest.

It takes her some time to calm down, for her heart to settle and her ears to stop ringing. She ponders her death, if another her is somewhere in that river, struggling to find her way to the surface. She must be gone, now.

She weakly pushes herself onto her back, closing her eyes as she breathes deeply, attempting to calm her breathing. The tower remains across the other side of the river and voices continue to shout at her in a language she doesn’t understand, but for now, she is safe.

Her lady is still gone. She does not know where to find her, now, or where to go. Is she welcome anywhere? Will they recognize her?

It takes her some time before her limbs feel like her own and she knows she can move once more, despite the creak in her bones and the ache in her muscles. She will have to find her sword, as she refuses to let another memento of her lover’s find its way from her grasp.

The moon shines brightly as she stands, her arms shaking when she rolls onto her stomach, her armor poking into her skin. She uses what’s left of her strength to keep herself on her legs, despite the way they wobble and she staggers a few steps.

She breathes deeply, her heart settling in her chest. The voices continue to shout things she does not understand, and she supposes she never will.

Her blurry eyes search for any sign of her lady’s sword, and she thinks she sees it further down the river’s shore, stuck between two rocks. Its sheath reminds her of her lady’s colors, and she supposes that is all she has left.

As she stumbles down the sandy ground, leaning on sharp rocks and small trees for support, she promises herself one thing.

She will not give up, will not turn from this venture. Does she not deserve better?

Perhaps it is simply in her family’s blood to die for those they love. Has her time come? She would welcome it with open and willing arms, if only it would allow her to see one last time.

The knight reaches for her sword, grasping it tightly between her aching fingers as she stands once more.

She will find her lover, return what was lost to her.

She must.

#nix's writing #idk new tag #i love tragic lesbians #my favs <333 #no idea what's going on but yknow #here it is #inspired by my emo elden ring character #which i am now going back to play #mwah enjoy <3333

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Whaddya think about Deltarune!Fontcest? Like maybe how they’d interact in the dark world?

;w; My heart is aching so much to see Papyrus in Deltarune. When chp2 dropped, I hardly absorbed anything happening in the light world because "I have a date!! I can't waste time with all this!! Papyrus is waiting for me!!! LET ME SUPLEX THESE CARS OUT OF THE WAY!!! I PROMISED HIM!!!!"

Suffice to say I want to see what Papyrus Deltarune is like very, very much. All of the other Undertale characters may be mostly the same in personality (except Mettaton??), but Papyrus being so purposely hidden has me so incredibly worried that he won't be even close to the same. And if he isn't, then... what's his dynamic with Sans going to be like?? It all rests on him!!

But!! Assuming he's the same....

Papyrus and Sans would very frustratingly be separated for the majority of the dark world where they're present. But just as with the time they're apart in Undertale, they talk about each-other a lot. It's the only vague look into their DR lore that we'd get as Papyrus talks about how this puzzle reminds him of a predicament he and Sans got into in the last place they lived. If you get the chance to ask them if they're worried about each-other, they... A) have utmost confidence in each-other. Sans has somehow always been reliable when it counts - and Papyrus will always get through whatever he's set his mind to. B) put up a front of confidence, but have a handfull of asides that give away how worried they are. Sans has always been on the more fragile side - and Papyrus is just as easy to manipulate as he does to others.

hhhh...hhheueh..... ;A; My heart yearns for a reunion between them in this scenario!! They've gone the entire chapter without seeing each-other and it's almost time for the boss! They finally reunite as tensions are at their highest yet. When Papyrus notices Sans, there's the exclamation point bubble. He shuffles wildly in place. And then SLINGSHOTS HIMSELF over to his brother for-- a surprisingly sincere embrace, full of relief. Whichever artist manages to use their pixel budget to convey such a moment, we will all say they deserve a raise, but Mr. Fox priced this precise moment perfectly. And then remembering that they have an audience, Papyrus clears his throat and gets back 'into character'. Susie tries to lightheartedly tease him about how much he cares about his brother, and for a moment, the player thinks he'll refute her claims to save face, but he responds very easily that there's no reason to be embarrassed by such affections. He simply thought it rude to flaunt their deep brotherly bond in front of others. (and it becomes a subtle sore spot for both Kris, who's still missing Asriel, and Susie, who so far doesn't seem to have a good home life.)

...but all of that is just what I think might actually happen, rather than fontcest fantasies. It's difficult to fantasize with so little to go on.

But with that liiiiittle bit, I like to think about...

Them sticking together in the dark world and doing just fine without anyone else's help. Papyrus is excited to explore and the player's party is taking too long! They spend most of their time doing just that, but they find a secluded spot every now and then to sneak a quick kiss and snuggle a bit while they talk about what they've encountered.

Covert dates at QC's. Definitely just two bros enjoying lunch together. Playing footsie under the table.

The flowers Asgore tries to give as payment at times get brought home as gifts for Papyrus. It's romantic at first but their house is starting to look like the flower shop and they're out of vases, so there's just random flowers in mugs and bowls, sometimes on the floor. Sans improvises a melodramatic (spoken flatly) scene each time he comes back with a flower or bouquet in hand.

Quiet, amorous moments together in their house alone, interrupted by Kris audibly shoving their ear against the front door or rustling around the front window.

...

Onnnnn the more problematic side of things. What if Papyrus is enrolling as a student. I'll leave that for braver people to think about.

(This post brought to you by my cat, who dramatially draped himself in front of the keyboard, fell asleep, and shoved my hands away. In his sleep. Splaying his legs over the keys, which I push away or press into the keys. And he sleeps through it. The entire time.)

#deltarune fontcest #deltarune fontcest (fsj)#imagineskels #imagineskels (fsj)#askbox

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Day 202,

Author's Note/Content Warning: Another heavy entry. Stream-of-consciousness depiction of a panic attack following waking up from a nightmare, implication of accidentally hitting someone while flailing unconscious/waking up, and fears of potentially traumatizing a child.

We just came back down from Siren Overlook, Cass and I. We both needed it, I think. Me because of last night being exceptionally bad and her because… well, I can’t speak for what all her stresses are but I’m pretty sure I added to them this morning.

As was all too often the case back when I hadn’t yet disciplined myself into (mostly) getting up early enough to have the classroom ready for children, I was still asleep when Cass arrived to unlock the archive. According to her, she could hear me from halfway across the archive and when she found me I was crying out and thrashing around in bed with my sheets all thrown to the ground.

The first thing I remember upon waking this morning is her grabbing me and shaking me awake. She’d uncovered all the lights in the room before doing so and it felt blindingly bright. I think I gave one last shout as I came to before it devolved into something like a sob. The pain I’d felt in the nightmare was gone but it was taking time for my mind to catch up to that. I tried to curl in on myself but she was in the way of my arms so they wound up wrapping around her instead.

She was saying something in my ear but I couldn’t understand it. Only that it was loud.

So loud.

Softer now.

Still can’t understand.

Can’t focus. Too busy fighting the panic.

Trying to convince myself I’m not dying.

My lungs aren’t failing and my throat’s not closing shut. That’s just stress and fear making me hyperventilate and my throat tighten.

Need to slow down that breathing so I don’t make myself pass out. Don’t send myself back to that place.

Can hyperventilation even do that? Not sure. Not going to find out. Don’t think about that, just focus on slowing down.

I’m a little sore, yes, but it’s not the pain from that place. That’s gone now. Nothing like that. My body isn’t broken. See, my arms are straight and my fingers bend. Curl my fingers. Curl my toes.

Tense and release.

Tense.

And release.

But my head. Just bumped it on the wall thrashing around. It’s not fractured. I’m not bleeding internally. I didn’t give myself brain damage. There probably won’t even be a bruise later. Stop touching it to see if the skull’s shattered there. It’s not. Touching it over and over again will just keep it sore longer. So stop already.

Cass is still saying something. What is it?

Focus.

Close your eyes. It’s okay. You won’t go back there.

Good.

Breathe in.

No thoughts.

Breathe out.

Again.

Breathe in.

Clear everything out.

Focus on the here and now.

Let everything else fall away.

Breathe out.

Still now.

Open your eyes.

What’s she saying?

Repeating something.

“It’s gonna be okay.”

Over and over.

Like a mantra.

It’s gonna be okay.

She’s trembling. Voice and body. Can tell now that you’ve mostly stopped.

I’ve scared her. I’m scaring her.

So make her feel better.

Tighten embrace. Proper hug.

“Thanks.”

Relax grip. Pat back.

“I’m okay now.”

Extend arms. Give her space. Distance.

See one another’s faces.

Her eyes are wide.

You’re the adult here. Show confidence. Stability.

Smile. Keep it small. Don’t look manic. Reassuring.

“How about you?”

She nods.

Says of course she is, why wouldn’t she be.

Release.

Let her stand up straight instead of leaning over the bed to get to you.

Thank her again.

Start to stand up.

Too quick. Dizzy. Catch yourself. There you go.

You’re fine.

Tell her that.

Wait, is that spot on her face red?

Did I hit her?

Ask her.

She says she doesn’t know what you’re talking about. That it must just be the lighting.

Nice of her to say that. I’m a monster.

No you're not. If - IF - anything happened you weren’t even conscious for it. Hardly culpable.

Silence has gone on too long.

Look abashed. Make a comment about needing to change clothes.

Thank her again on her way out.

Alone again.

Still breathing harder and faster than normal. But better.

Close your eyes one more time. Breathe in. Put last night out of mind. Breathe out. Open them. Get dressed. Step outside. Find Cass. Apologize for all that. See that she’s still shook but trying to hide it. Suggest a trip out to Siren Overlook before we get on with our day.

…

Why did I just do that to myself? Cast my mind back to relive just a couple hours ago right after I’d started to feel better too. Lose myself in a stream of consciousness frenziedly transcribing how I’ve chosen to remember the pain of waking.

You I know why, of course. Part of it’s because I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone about it so this is the next best thing for processing and closure. But the bigger part is I’m procrastinating. Putting off doing actual work today. Putting off talking to Pat. Putting off describing last night’s nightmare of the Catacomb Depths.

Putting off thinking about what to do with Cass.

This isn’t the first time something like this has happened in front of her. Maybe the worst, but not the first. I worry I’m traumatizing the child just by being around her. How long before she starts having a constant background stress of wondering if any given moment might be the one I break again? Assuming she’s not there already.

The other day James brought up that we needed to talk about Cass’s schedule for dividing apprenticeship and helping with the farm in this dry season we’re heading into. Maybe I should suggest that she take a break from the archive altogether. At least for the season. Until I get my head straight again.

I know the point of the apprenticeship is to teach her hard work, responsibility, and general adult-ness, and that’s why I’ve not felt worse about leaning on her as much as I do for the archival and teaching work. But this? That is not what this is. There’s a difference between teaching someone a trade and relying on them to do their job versus putting a child in a position where they feel like they need to emotionally support an adult with their personal problems.

At the same time though, it doesn’t feel right to just go over Cass’s head straight to James and not give her a say in things. Talk with her about it first? Include her in the conversation maybe?

I don’t know. Maybe I’ll talk to Pat or someone about it.

Tomorrow though. Too tired for that kind of thing now. For today, actual archive work. The sort that I’ve been letting leaving Cass to do on her own while I write all this.

Time to go see if she’s found any books yet in need of repair/re-transcribing after wet season damp (or just straight up getting dropped in puddles).

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