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justaaveragereader · 7 months

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10.08 || SlenderMan!Mingi

Pairing: Song Mingi x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Dom!Mingi, Sub Reader, Breast Play, Clit Play, Squirting, Tentacle Fucking, Cum Eating, Restraining, Orgasm Denial, Choking, Slight Teasing, If I Missed Anything..Let Me Know🫣.

A/N: There might be some spelling errors, I misplaced my glasses, and each of my eyes have a different prescription😒. So I wrote this with one eye open, aka my eye that is near sighted. So Im sorry for the errors😭!

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“Mingi..? Mingi…? Are you out here?” You whisper yell. You had seen Mingi take off into the woodys area in a hurry. Walking around in a hurry trying to find any sign of where Mingi went. Agreeing with all the members that you would split up to search for the big man. At least an hour had to have passed by, your feet were starting to get tired. You hear soft like muffles nearby. Despite what your gut is telling you, you walk closer to the noise. Humming nonsense to yourself to ease your nerves. Pulling out your phone to check the time, you look at your signal bars realizing you have absolutely no signal. If you were to get stuck or lose out here you will have to find your way back on your own. As you are getting closer to the noise, you see a big broad back in a crouching position, quickening your pace you whisper yell once more.

“Mingles! Mingles, is that you?” Hesitating to step any closer just in case it in fact wasn’t Mingi. You pick up a small tig, tossing it at the broad back. When they move just an inch, you realize this thing is way bigger than Mingi, way bigger than any human in fact. Backing away slowly, trying your best to not make much noise. You walk backwards, refusing to turn on whatever was sitting in front of you. When the figure suddenly stands up swiftly. The sudden movement causes you to stumble a bit, yet you don’t fall, you freeze. A loud cracking noise comes as it stretches its body out to its full size. Standing at about 7 feet tall, with a thin pale body your stomach feels like it’s churning. You can feel the sweat drop down your spine, damn Song Mingi, damn him for running into this area, damn everyone listening to Wooyoungs advice on splitting up, and damn your dumb crush on Song Mingi.

Suddenly the creature decides to turn towards you, barely making a noise with its huge stature. You feel your stomach fall immediately, its Mingi. Staring at him with huge eyes, you are soaking in his form. His face is stretched into the biggest intimidating grin you’ve ever seen. When suddenly you hear two bursting noises, black tentacles emerging from his back. Feeling your fight or flight kick in, you dash off. Turning around, trying your best to get as far away as your legs can take you. Your mind is screaming ‘get as far as possible’ failing to notice the scenery around you is changing. It looks so gray out, trees flaking like they are ash. Coming to a screeching halt you stand in the middle of the forest. Chest heaving up and down, refusing to scream for any of your other friends, too terrified to alert whatever it was you saw back there. When you feel something slither across your backside. Too stunned to move, you freeze. Your breath is ragged, slowly turning your head you see Mingi in his large form with black tentacles forming around him, with one extended out. His face was covered in a cocky smirk. Biting your lip to hold your nerves. You let out a breath, turning around, you look at him in his huge form. Trying to brave face it the best way you knew how, bluffing.

“I want to go home. Now.” You squint your eyes at him, hoping he doesn’t call your bluff. Letting out a clicking noise, he shakes his head side to side. His dark and blonde hair shifting with the movement. Peeling himself off the tree, tentacles trailing along with him, he steps a foot in front of you. His dark eyes swirling.

“You know I can’t do that.” He whispers out, one of his black tentacles brushes the side of your face, your body recoiling at the slick feel of it. You continue to lock eyes with him, puffing your chest out slightly. You feel another tentacle slither its way up your pants leg, rubbing back and forth on your hip bone. Shuttering lightly you turn your head, refusing to keep eye contact with him any longer. Mingi always had this effect on you, you always thought you him under your spell, little did you know it was the other way around. His naive persona was just an act.

“Why can’t you do that? Where is everyone? Where are we Mingi, if I can even call you that.” You spit fire questions off to him. Wanting to get answers, your nerves still on high alert. Another tentacle runs up your spine, settling at the back of your neck, brushing over the skin slightly, trying to comfort you.

“I’m still Mingi, it’s still me, always has been, always will be.”

Rolling your eyes you let out a huff, your nerves calming slightly, you don’t know if it’s the cool appendage on the back of your neck trying to console you or the fact that this monster is confirmed to be Mingi.

“Everyone is still here, they just can’t see us, we aren’t in their world. We are in mine.” Ending his sentence with a pur that makes your body hot. You have never seen such a dominant side of Mingi. It was the running gag that he had no dominant bone in his body, yet here he was 7ft tall, voice raspier than what it was. Nodding your head to let him know you were hearing him.

“Look at me.” He speaks out in a low tone. Your eyes shoot over to him. Your body shivering at the tentacle that wrapped itself around your neck. You’d be lying if you said this side of Mingi didn’t turn you on, he didn’t fret, he didn’t shy away, he demanded what he wanted, he spoke with authority. The tentacle around your neck gives you a slight squeeze, taking you by surprise you let out a small whimper. Eyes growing big you slap a hand over your mouth, the heat creeps up your spine, clearly embarrassed.

“You wanna fuck me don’t you?” He says matter of factly. Refusing to make eye contact with you, you remain quiet. The tentacle around your neck squeezes once again, while another pushes your chin forward so you look at him.

“Did I say take your eyes off of me?” He grits out.

“N-no.” You whisper out, stuttering over one simple word.

“Keep your eyes on me baby.” He whispers out, stepping closer to you, three of his tentacles still high in the air. While one remains rubbing your back, one around your neck, and the other keeping your chin forward. As he steps closer you swear he grows in size with each step.

“You always were such a pretty thing. Your eyes sparkle everytime you look at me. Even in this form they sparkle.” He whispers out, letting his eyes rake over your form. Bending down, he puts his nose in your neck, catching a whiff of your scent. Chuckling to himself.

“Wanna know a secret?” His cold lips are on your ear.

“I can smell your dripping pussy from here.” He nibbles on your earlobe, chuckling before stepping back.

“Who would’ve known you were such a masochist.” His tentacle around your neck squeezes tighter, the one brushing your back, slides down, slipping under your shirt. Hesitating to touch you, which you can sense.

“You have my permission..” you whisper out, staring up at Mingi. The rest of his tentacles come flying towards your body, one is wiggling under your shirt, one is busy flicking the button to your pants open, while the other is trying to strip you of any clothes. The smooth appendages run across your body, littering you with goosebumps at the coolness of them, they are growing damper within each second that it runs across your skin. With your pants around your ankles, your shirt tossed on the ashing floor. Your bra pulled down below your breast, he wastes no time, one of the thicker tentacles makes its way to your cunt, sliding over it collecting the slick that’s coming from you. Four tentacles hold you in the air, while the other is on your breast, the tip of it flickering over your perked buds.

With each moan you let out the tentacles that are wrapped around your ankles and wrists grow tighter, not too painful, tight to where you know this is Mingi holding himself back as much as he can. The tentacle from your cunt goes to play with your nipples. Aiding the other one in flicking them, your slick from your cunt is now covering your chest, mixing with the wetness coming from each appendage. You let out a breathy moan at each flick of your nipple. Your body jolts in his tight grasp. Biting your lip you cock your head back, clearly getting off at him just playing with your chest.

In a breathless tone you whisper out Mingis name. Signaling to him that you were close, he hadn’t even touched you much but the way he was playing with your chest, you would’ve assumed he practiced this before. Letting out a groan, he slightly shifts his body, one of the tentacles squeezing your nipple hard, letting out a cry, you try to close your legs to try to get some friction on your neglected cunt. His thinner tentacle comes to run slightly upon your clit, he can feel your legs shake already, flicking its thin tip against your puffy clit, he picks up speed, a thick clear slime is smearing all over your folds with each flick. Your toes clench in your shoes, your breathing picking up.

“Mi-Mingi!” You yell out, the tentacle halts its movements on your clit. Making you let out a high pitch whine. Letting out a small chuckle he brings you closer to him, body still suspended mid air. His thin tentacle pushes with slight pressure against your clit. Making you let out a breathless moan.

“Poor baby wants to cum already.” He stated, not even paying attention to your face as your eyes crinkled up, you could feel your clit throbbing. His thinner tentacle covered in the clear slime, slithered down to your hole, inserting itself real slowly, exploring each and every part of your cunt. You let out a gasp as it pushes against your spongy spot. Rubbing against it slowly.

“Mingi please, please, please.” You beg out, dragging your sentence hoping he’d get the jist, spare you some mercy, any and everything you were willing to pull out in order for you to cum. Letting out a mocking chuckle.

“I don’t know, this is fun. But you do sound so pretty when you beg.”

Pulling you even closer his thick tentacle snakes its way between your folds, slicking up with your own arousal, before slipping into you. Causing you to let out a loud gasp at the size difference. This tentacle was wall to wall in your cunt. Bringing your body closer to his face, your breast sitting right in front of him, letting his tongue flicker out, he swipes at your nipple. Causing you to jolt once again in his hold. Bringing his hand up to grip your neck, applying pressure on the sides. At this rate you were convinced if he even looked at you, you’d cum on the spot. Moving your head so it hangs low, he holds your jaw in place with two of his fingers, making you remain in eye contact with him. His mouth latches onto your nipple, suckling it, his plush, cool lips against your skin, has your toes clenching once more. His thick tentacle replaces the thinner one, moving slowly in and out of you, making sure to push against your spongy spot each time. The thinner one wraps itself around your clit. Feeling so many sensations at once has your eyes rolling back.

“Oh my fuckinggg godddd.” You slur out, head trying to cock back but Mingi keeps his hold on your face, this mouth taking a break from one of your nipples before moving onto the other.

“Eyes on me baby, eyes on me.” He grunts out, his hips shifting slightly, you can feel the sweat drip down your back, your skin prickles with need. Blowing on your other nipple to make sure it remains hard. Your cunt is pouring with arousal.

“Mingi please, please move faster.” You say through a whine. Sucking on your nipple a bit harsher, he gently nibbles on it. He starts pistoning his thick tentacle in and out of you, while his thinner one strums your clit. His other hand comes up to pinch your nipple trying to give you the most earth shattering orgasm you can have.

“Eyes on me baby, you going to cum for me?” He purrs out through in his deep, raspy voice. It feels like your whole body is pulsating. You can feel his thick tentacle pulsating inside of you, adding on to the pleasure.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” You scream out, your hands are balled into tight fists. Your orgasm crashes over you, Mingis thick tentacle still hammers away at your spot, while the thinner one slows down on your clit, lightly massaging it, your legs shake in the grasp of his tentacles. Suspending you in mid air, he positions your orgasming body right over his head, cocking his head back, opening his mouth he catches the juices that spill out of you while remaining eye contact with you. Seeing this sight pushes you over the edge once more, having two shocking orgasms back to back, if it wasn’t for his tight grip on you, you would’ve wiggled your way out of his hold. Your knees buckle, arching your back you let out a shattering scream, squirting right into his mouth, his long tongue sticks out, catching your juices like a happy dog he holds you up for a couple more minutes. Making sure that he caught any and every drop of your orgasm.

His thick tentacle slowly retracts itself, as it pulls out more of your cum splashes onto his awaiting tongue. The thinner tentacle pulls back, tapping your clit once more before moving away. Your chest is heaving, your forehead is dripping sweat, you are convinced you just saw God flash before your eyes, you are convinced Song Mingi is that God. Slowly putting you on the ground, your legs buckle immediately. Mingi swiftly catches you, letting out a low hum, he rubs your bare waist. Retracting his tentacles back into his body. Cupping the back of your head, he rubs the space below your ear. Your body is exhausted, you feel his brick hard cock against your lower belly. Pulling back slightly you realize you are back in the forest, clothes on, back in reality with a shy timid Mingi looking at you with a blush on his cheeks.

“You found her!” Yunho screeches out, whipping your head around as you look at the members in awe. Clearly dumbstruck.

“I hope she didn’t cause anyone to panic. She had taken a tumble, don’t worry though I helped her up. I think her legs might be injured.” Mingi says, scratching the back of his neck. Blush running down to his covered chest. All the members start arguing amongst themselves about why you had gotten hurt, passing the blame around to each other. Talking about how if they wouldn’t have split you wouldn’t have gotten injured. Wooyoung rants about how you were the one who ran off into the forest, while all the members came looking for you, not Mingi.

“If you need me to carry you baby, that’s all you gotta say. Matter of fact, I still haven’t even gotten the chance to cum in that pretty pussy of yours.” Mingi whispers into your ear, so low that no one can hear him except you. His now warm lips brushing against the shell of your ear. Taken back by his sudden boldness, you lock eyes with him, you can see the darkness that swirls within his eyes.

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annawritesblog · 8 months

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Eyes off you (c.l.)

Summary: Y/n and Charles have been together for 2 years and Charles has a special surprise for her.

A/N: I wrote this a long time ago so if there’s any mistakes in it, feel free to tell me:) Also, English is not my first nor my second language so excuse my spelling and/or grammar errors. I recommend listening to the attached song as it plays in the background later in the story. Enjoy🤍

Charles' P.O.V.

Are you still at home? Came the message from Arthur.

Yes, we're leaving in 15 minutes, come in about 30. I wrote back.

I put my phone in the right pocket of my suit pants, the left being full with the red velvet box. I took a final look in the mirror and after a few quick breaths, Y/n appeared from the bathroom.

"I'm ready." She says and puts a lipgloss in her purse. Her purple dress showing her curves just right, like a princess.

"My God. You look absolutely stunning, chérie." I say and wrap my arms around her waist leaving little kisses in the crook of her neck.

"You don't look bad yourself." Smiles the girl I've been in love with for almost 2 years. "Stop." She warms as I still kiss her neck slowly moving down to her collarbone.

"Can't we just stay home?" I ask, but I realize that that would be the worst idea ever, considering that in less than 30 minutes my brothers will be here. "I mean, no. We should really go, hurry even."

She turns around and furrows her brows. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's wonderful, love." I grab her small hand and guide her out of the penthouse. After locking the door, we take the elevator to the underground parking house. Opening the door for her, she sits in the black Ferrari.

The ride is less than 15 minutes, but it feels so much more than that. She talks about how happy she is that we're going to this birthday party, but I can barely process anything she's saying. "Oh, I left my phone at home."

"Are you serious?" I ask and she nods worriedly. "I can't turn around."

"Why?"

"We're already late, Carlos will kill me if we make it there after Isa." I try to lie, hoping she doesn’t suspect anything.

"Okay, you're gonna have to take pictures then." She lets go easily.

A few minutes later we arrive at the beautiful venue in Monte Carlo. We walk inside, hand in hand and see that almost everybody is there.

"You were right. We really are late." She says and we giggle a little, just the two of us, our little private space.

"Sorry, mate. We're here." I half-hug Carlos, who just shrugs it off saying it's fine.

"Okay, okay. She's coming." Carlos tells us and when his missis arrives we all scream happy birthday to her.

Y/n and I spend a little time talking to Isa, but I excuse myself to another table where some strangers sit. I open the last texts from Arthur, saying that they have arrived about 10 minutes ago. I quickly text some informations, although I explained everything to them yesterday, but I want everything to be perfect, she deserves nothing less.

"Boo." Y/n says behind me, which does scare me. How long has she been staying there? Hopefully not long at all. "What are you doing?"

"Answering some texts from the team." I say and she gives me a dissapointed look. "I know and I am sorry, chérie. That was the first and last, I promise." I put my phone in my pocket and I kiss her hand sweetly. We walk to Carlos' table where he gives me a reassuring look.

"Y/n, come, you have to look at this." Isa grabs her arm and drags her away.

"How are you feeling, man?" The spaniard infront of me asks.

"Nervous."

"You don't have to be, she'll say yes." Carlos comes closer to me.

"What if she won't? Maybe she's not ready yet. We have been together for almost 2 years, that's soon, isn't it?" I go in full panick mode.

"What? It's not too soon, if you're ready, than nothing's too soon." He pats my shoulder. "They're coming." I look behind me and I see Y/n and Isa walking towards our table.

"Look what we found. Chocolate covered fruits, this is the best day of my life." Isa says with a full mouth and my missis just laughs next to her. I wrap my arm around her waist, securing her close to me.

About 2 hour later, after I got a text from my brothers saying they're done with everything, we decided to go home.

"Excuse me, I need to use the restroom." I whisper in Y/n's ear, letting her go from my embrace.

"Okay, I'll be here." I give her a peck on her cheek and walk towards the restrooms.

Kicking the door open with my feet, I rest my hands on the sink trying to catch my breath. I promised my brothers that I would call them before we start heading home. After 2 rings Lorenzo picks it up. "Hey, what's up?"

"We're just leaving. Everything ready?"

"Yes, everything's disgustingly perfect." My little brother yells and drops something.

"What was that?" I ask immediately.

"My phone, fuck."

Lorenzo sighs and says something to him that I don’t hear. "Are you okay?"

"Not really, shitting my pants right now." I sigh.

"You don't need to be scared. She's gonna say yes, I'm sure." My big brother says.

"One hundred percent. Who wouldn't wanna marry you?" Arthur laughs in the phone.

"Thank you?"

"I was trying to lighten the mood." Arthur says and I let out a little laugh.

"Listen. Do you remember the Australian GP? How nervous you were? For days, you couldn't think straight you were that scared and you ended up winning it. Think about this as a race. You're nervous before it, but the outcome will be perfect." Lorenzo says and I can sense that they're both smiling.

"Thanks, both of you. I owe you both."

"You don't owe us anything, this is what siblings are for." Arthur says and we hang up. I go back to the main room and after a few short goodbyes, we get in the car.

"It was so much fun!" Y/n exclaims and I put my hand on her thigh.

"Yes, it was." I agree.

Se turns her head my way as I start my car. "Where's your mind?" She tries to be cool about it, but I know she's worried.

"In Australia." I answer with a smile.

"Oh, really? What kind of mistresses do you have there?" She smirks and I slow down a bit. We can't be home, before they've left. For once I'll keep the speed limit in mind.

"One, only. I spent like a week there with her. She was wow, like she had a blue lingerie set that she wore after I won. That was something, kept me up all night." I smirk smuggly and my hand travels further up her thigh. She lets out a shaky breath and looks at me.

"Do you remember that?"

"I think I'll remember that forever." We stop at a red light. "Where's that set, anyway?"

"You might see it around this weekend." She looks out the window, clearly blushing.

"Then, I'll have to give my best in this race." My hand travels even more north on her, already feeling her warmth. Althought, this is not going anywhere for a little while.

"You better, mister."

"You already know I will."

"Mrs? I'm not married." She says followed by a few giggles. I messed this up.

We spend the rest of the car ride listening to music and talking about the party. By the time I park the car, I'm sure that my brothers are already home.

I take my keys out and try to put it in the keyhole, but it falls to the floor. I pick it up and place it in again, only for it to slip out of my hand again. "Merde." I curse as I pick it up from the floor.

"Okay, babe. What's wrong?" Y/n asks as I can finally open the goddamn door.

"Nothing is wrong, love. I drank too much coffee." By this time I'm sure she doesn't believe a word I'm saying, but I can't just tell her that I'm nervous she'll say no to marrying me. She'll found out soon anyway, I won't blow it at the last meters.

"We really have to stop drinking so much coffee it's not-" Her words are lost. She looks outside our balcony and slowly back to me. "What is this?" She starts walking towards the table full of her favourites.

I wrap my arms around her waist, while she wraps her hands around my neck. "You deserve it. You've been next to me, when I was at my worst, especially nowadays. Thank you, chérie."

I kiss her passionately and she fumbles with my hair.

"You didn't have to do this, Charles. I will always be there for you." She sits on one of the chairs and looks at the beautiful view of the city. I sit in front of her and start the light music from my phone.

"Oh my God. Macarons." She exclaims and pops one of them in her mouth.

"It's from the bakery you like so much." I say and just watch her face light up. I don't know if it's because of the lights or because I'm obsessed with her, but she's glowing. Just as beautiful as she was when I met her on the streets of Monte Carlo two summers ago. Walking up and down confusedly in her white sundress.

"What is it?" She asks looking deeply into my eyes

"I'm just so in love with you." I take her hand and rest it on top of the table. "That simple."

"You're gonna make me cry."

"Don't cry, baby." I lock our fingers together. "Let's dance instead." I guide her to the end of the balcony where there's space for us to dance. I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her as close as I can and rest my forehead on hers. Eyes off you starts playing just in time. Just like I planned it would.

It's our song. It played in the restaurant I took her to on our first date, only knowing each other for 3 days, a few days later when we first kissed and I played it when I asked her to move in with me in Monaco. And now when I propose to her.

"Do you think about the future?" I ask her slowly swaying her to the music.

"I'm only thinking about the future." She giggle then adds: "But yes. Although it's pretty foggy, you are crystal clear." She says sweetly which makes my heart melt. How did I deserve her?

"Same here. You're light as the bright sunshine for me, angel. Always be with you." I lean in closer and whisper in her ear. "This song is gonna play at our wedding."

I can tell she doesn't know where to put this information, but she nods slowly. I step back from her and I can tell that she has realised what's happening. With shaky hands I take the velvet box out of my pocket and get on one knee. She covers her mouth with both of her hands and tears have already filled her eyes. "Chérie. You don't even know what you do to me. For almost two years now, you're the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last when I fall asleep. I have never even dreamed that I would end up next to someone as perfect as you are." She now covers her whole face with her palms and silent sobs leave her mouth. "Look at me, angel." She looks at me and I can already feel my eyes watering. "No matter what happens, you will always have me, I promise you. I promise to give you everything your heart desires, everything you need. So, my love, will you make me the happiest man ever and marry me?" I open the small box revealing the rare diamond ring.

"Yes, yes. A thousand times yes, Charles." She says and I hug her closely. We only part for the few seconds it takes to put the ring on her finger. Without hesitation, she kisses me and I caress her cheeks with my hands. A few minutes later we pull away and I wipe away tears from her cheeks.

"Don't cry." I say.

"You're crying too. It's allowed." She laughs which makes me too.

"Look at you, already acting like a wife." I pull her close yet again and breath in her scent. My fiancee's scent.

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aaizawashouta · 8 months

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Call Me Daddy

pairing: sasuke x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

summary: sasuke always give you want you want, but that doesn't mean he has to be nice about it.

warnings: smut (18+ minors, dni) all porn no plot, fingering, oral (f and m receiving), squirting, dirty talk, mean sasuke, gentle praise, daddy kink, p in v

a/n: i have been feral lately. i wrote this in one sitting. it is not proofread. sorry for any errors. enjoy.

There’s nothing he hates more than nights where you go out with Ino and Temari. Okay, maybe that isn’t completely true. Looking down at you, knees to chest, his dick buried to the hilt inside of you, Sasuke knows it’s the alcohol in your system that makes you like this. A little fuck doll. Does it matter if you come? No it doesn’t, and you don’t care. You always make sure to tell him so. Want to be a good girl for him. Just want him to fill you up.

“Don’t worry about it hurting, daddy. I can take it.”

Sasuke’s grip tightens on your thighs. That’s new. A slip of the tongue, he can tell by the way you won’t meet his eye anymore. And he isn’t having that. He’s never shied away from giving you what you wanted. You’ve just had to ask for it.

Never meant he was nice about it either, though.

“Daddy, huh?” he says, biting into your calf.

Your head falls back with a moan, fingers digging into the sheets. He hasn’t stopped his brutal pace once. Hips canting forward, balls slapping against your ass. Sweat glistens your skin, making him stick to you. Sasuke leans forward, grabbing your face and squishing your cheeks together. His gaze is hard as he looks down on you.

“Do you want me to be your daddy, baby?”

You nod, making his hand squeeze your cheeks harder. You swallow thickly before correcting yourself. “Yes.”

“How badly do you want it?”

The groan you let out is rough, accompanied by the way you bare down on him. Velvet walls squeezing him as if he’d slip out any moment. It makes him hiss, free hand coming down to slap the back of thigh.

“How badly, baby?”

He lets go of your face. “So badly, daddy.”

There it is. Sasuke never thought he was that type of guy. But you just do something to him. Make him feral. He pulls out of you, causing you to whine. He glares at you, tells you to stop being a fucking brat before he’s moving down the bed, coming face to face with your shimmering center. Your hole is gaping from him stretching you open. It’s your favorite part, when he first enters you. Sometimes begging him not to prep you because you need to feel how much it hurts. Fucking feral. He groans, knowing that you taste like the sweetest nectar around. But that’s not his goal, not right now.

“Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes.”

Sasuke smacks your thigh. “Yes what?”

“Yes, daddy.”

He grins at you, a mean, wicked thing. He savors the gasp you let out when plunges three fingers in. wasting no time, he set a fast pace, the force so brutal it made your tits shake. There’s no stopping the sounds that fall from your lips. They echo around the bedroom making sweet music along with the squelching of your pussy trying to clamp down on his hurried fingers with every thrust of his hand.

“Grab your pretty tits for me baby,” he says with his eyes on you, hungrily watching your every move. “That’s it. Tug on those nipples, don’t be shy.”

With your hands busy, eyes shut with the pleasure you were receiving, Sasuke leaned up, flattening his tongue against your clit. He couldn’t stop his grin when he felt you jolt.

“Fuck, daddy, more,”

His cock throbbed at how wrecked you sounded. If you kept it up, he’d have your mouth wide open and choking on him. Oh, that’s an idea. Speeding up his hand even more, Sasuke starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. He had to grab your thighs and hold you down so you’d stop running away from him. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.

Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air. You’re a sight to behold, Sasuke wishes he could take a picture. Take it with him when he leaves.

“Fuck, fuck, daddy, please.” you’re practically crying and he’s living for it.

“What is it baby? What do you need?” you shake your head, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. Have you run out of words already? Has he made you that stupid? The fun has barely started. “Come on, baby. Be a good girl, use your words. What do you want daddy to do?”

“Come, I want to come. Daddy, please make me come.”

Sasuke grins up at you, applying more pressure to your clit as he abuses it. “Oh baby, you’re going to come. You’ll be coming so much you’ll be begging me to stop. I’m going to fucking ruin you like the whore you are.”

Just like that the band snaps. His whole hand is soaked, the sheet underneath you, and the inside of your thighs. He groans at the sight, precum leaking from the head of his cock onto the bed. Your choked sob brings his eyes up to your face. You look so fucking pretty when you’re like this, basking in your orgasm glow. But he isn’t finished with you yet.

Grabbing your ankle Sasuke drags you down the bed, smacking your cheek to get your attention. “We’re not done, baby girl. On your knees.”

“What?”

Sasuke raises a brow. “Did that orgasm make you stupid? On. Your. Knees.”

Knowing that your legs were practically jello, you roll off the bed, landing on all fours before crawling over to sit on your haunches before him. You look up at him expectantly, waiting for your next order. He smiles down at you. Hand cupping your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone, finding its way down to your bottom lip. He pulls on the tender flesh, watching as your lips part and your tongue automatically comes out. Waiting, hungry.

“There’s my good girl.” You whine, scooting forward, wanting nothing more than the feel of his heavy cock on your tongue. “Open wide for daddy, baby. Take the whole thing.”

Both hands tangle in your hair. He doesn’t move an inch, letting you come to him. Your eyes prick with tears as he makes his way in. You love the stretch, no matter where it is. Slowly, slowly, you make until you're suffocating with his cock down your throat and your nose in his dark hair.

“That’s it — fuck, stay right there.”

His thighs twitch when you hum around him. Your mouth is so soft and warm, he could come right now if he really wanted to. But that’s not what he wants, not what you want. All of this is just foreplay. Because nothing compares to when he’s got his cock in you and you’re begging him to fill you up, to use you. His eyes roam all over you as he steadies his breathing, taking in the lewd scene that’s all you.

“You’re the perfect fuck doll, baby. You know that?”

Hand pushing on your head, you gag around him before quickly being pulled away. You brace yourself, letting him use your face for his pleasure. Tears stream down your cheeks, making your eyes sparkle. Cheeks hallowed, lips suctioning around him until he can’t take it anymore. Pulling himself out of your mouth, Sasuke reaches down and wraps you up in arms only to turn and toss you on the bed. You’re pussy clenches around nothing when you see the feral look in his eyes. He’s grinning down at you, but it isn’t nice. He’s going to devour you whole. Crack open your ribs and feast on everything that you are, everything you have to offer. When he’s had his fill and he’s done, you’ll do nothing but say thank you.

“Spread those legs. I want that cunt.”

You do so without any hesitation. Sasuke fists his cock, giving it a few generous pumps. He watches as you clench around nothing. “Dirty whore. You’re fucking desperate for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes, daddy.”

His eyes never move from your pussy. Open, vulnerable, exposed. He takes a few steps forward, his hard length bobbing with each step. You eye it for a moment, a small one. Not sure what hell you’d pay if he caught you staring. You gasp, body slightly jumping when there’s a sudden slap against your center. Glancing up at Sasuke to see him with a malicious grin. You whine and writhe at the sting of the slap. He just chuckles darkly, relishing in the sounds you make as you squirm beneath him. He moves up the bed, his lips finding their way to your skin. Biting, licking, sucking a trail up your tender thighs, teasing you.

“Such a pretty pussy, sweetheart.”

A squeal escapes you when he drags his teeth over your clit. He’s purposely driving you crazy, but god, do you like when he’s mean. You wiggle your hips as his head dips lower, feeling the warmth of his breath ghosting over your core. You instinctively lift your hips up, exposing your dripping cunt to him. You hear him hum in satisfaction as you moan and buck in desperation for his touch.

“Such a needy little thing” he taunts, placing hot kisses to the back of your thighs, just below the curve of your ass. “You want the me to fuck you with my tongue hmm? Is that what you want?”

“No, daddy. Want your cock, need it inside me.”

Susuke gives you a breathtaking smile, his hand lifting to your face, thumb running along your cheekbone. Your breath catches. It’s a tender touch, a gentle moment. “My good girl,” he says softly. He’s reminding you. This is not punishment, this is worship.

He swiftly moves to his knees, a hand slides across your ass, slapping you just hard enough to leave a red handprint behind as he thrust deep, bottoming out. It’s a silent scream, no sound leaving you. He’s big, so big, and he’s filling you up to the brim. It hurts, and you’re loving every inch that stretches you out. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers.

“Baby girl,” he grits, hand tightening, cutting off a little more air, “you feel so fucking good.”

You stare back at him, feel as he moves to kneel on one knee, the angle shifting somewhere deeper inside of you. His teeth dig into your skin again, this time leaving bruises behind. It makes you whine. He thrusts harder, rougher until your hand is shooting out above your head, keeping you from hitting the headboard. He’s fully claiming you. Cock punching into the deepest part of you. Your head is empty, high in euphoria only Sasuke can provide you. Words are pouring out of you, but you couldn’t understand what you were trying to say even if you wanted to. Whatever it is he wants to hear. Whatever keeps him close, keeps him inside of you. It’s been so long, too long and you honestly believe you’ll die if he were to leave.

“Daddy, I–” you're cut off by a whimper when he reaches that hard to reach spot deep inside you. Over and over again, you feel it coming, your orgasm is going to come crashing down and you’re ready to bask in it.

“You going to come on my cock, baby?”

“Yes! Yes daddy. Please, please, daddy. Don’t stop. More, more, holy fuck,”

You come on his cock like clockwork, and when you collapse against the bed, your body trembles, heaving desperately for air. Sasuke groans, pulling you up until you’re flush against him. His lips meet yours in a messy kiss, bucking his hips harder until he’s chasing his high right over the ledge with you.

“Good girl,” he praises, letting go of your throat. “Such a good girl for me.”

Your breath is a little ragged. You're sweaty, exhausted, and in need of another shower. You smile when Sasuke pulls out and lays down next to you, pushing your hair out of your face. He leans over you, kissing your lips, your forehead.

“You did so good, baby. I’m proud of you.”

You can only smile at his sweet words. You can’t decide if you crave his praise or his cock more. Within a blink of an eye, he’s got you cleaned up, a glass of water on your bedside table. You watch him from the bed as he starts the bath.

“I can feel you staring.”

“I like what I see.”

He hums, turning to come and gather you off the bed. You don’t get like this often, but maybe you should. One of these days instead of calling him daddy you’ll be telling him you love him instead. Maybe he’ll say it right back.

#sasuke x reader #sasuke x you #sasuke uchiha x reader #sasuke uchiha x you #sasuke uchiha smut #sasuke uchiha one shot #sasuke uchiha fanfiction #naruto fanfiction

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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years

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⋆ pairing: katsuki bakugou x f!reader

⋆ wc: 2.5k

⋆ warnings/notes: nsfw, mdni, something i wrote like...over a year ago? and just found recently, Daddy/babygirl & Dom/sub dynamics, oral sex (m. receiving), thigh riding, mention of cock worship, katsuki calls reader ‘slut' and ‘bitch’, degradation, hair pulling, ass fingering (f. receiving), proofread in a hurry so excuse any errors/shitty writing

“Who was that?”

“Hm? Oh, the guy that wants to buy my car. He came by to take another look at it.”

Katsuki’s eyes narrowed. I bet he did. “Why don’t you let me take care of that shit, huh?”

“Umm…” You always got a little attitude whenever you thought Katsuki was insinuating that you couldn’t handle something on your own. “…because I can take care of it myself? Because I’m fully capable of handling my own business?”

“I never said you weren’t! I just wanna do shit for you. Isn’t that what boyfriends do sometimes?”

You realized your incorrect assumption and grumbled in agreement after all. “Yeah, the good ones anyway.”

He hugged you from behind and kissed the top of your head. “Then I’m gonna be the best boyfriend in the world and take care of my girl.”

You giggled and mumbled. “Mhmm and the most jealous too.”

“I’m not fuckin jealous!” he barked.

“Oh, don’t think I haven’t noticed that you get possessive any time there’s another guy around. Sometimes other females too,” you teased.

“Hell yeah, I’m possessive! You’re mine! But I’m not fuckin jealous. Tch, what is there for me to be jealous of, hah? Those other motherfuckers ain’t got shit on me…Oi! Are you laughin at me, dumbass?”

Your hand was covering your mouth, but Katsuki had heard the pfft that escaped from your lips. “I’m sorry baby, I can’t help it! You make me laugh when you talk like that.”

He let go of you and stomped towards the living room, mumbling something about it not being funny.

You know that he’s vulnerable and sensitive deep down, and that sometimes you take it too far or you catch him on a bad day when he’s not in the mood for play fighting. You know his tells: crossing his arms and storming off, pouting, sometimes slamming the door of whatever room he retreated to in order to lick his wounds and feel sorry for himself.

He usually either goes to his office/man cave, your shared bedroom, or the garage. Your compassion never fails and your nurturing mode shifts into high gear. After giving him a few minutes to himself, you went looking for him.

Katsuki had been checking his emails, but couldn’t shake the frustration of not being taken seriously by the woman that he loved. Did you not respect him?

There was a soft knock at his office door and he rolled his eyes. “What?” he said gruffly, Katsuki code for come in.

You opened the door and walked in to find him sitting at his desk, staring at the monitor.

“Hey baby,” you said in your soft angel voice.

He’d probably never admit it, but you completely disarmed him every time you spoke to him that way. You were a beautiful, defenseless creature for whom he’d always gone into protective mode on sheer instinct.

When you stood next to his chair, he looked at you out of the corner of his eye, keeping his frowning face propped on his fist. You put your hands on his hard shoulders and started rubbing and massaging him.

“I’m sorry if I went too far, Katsuki.”

He didn’t respond. The silent treatment was his go-to punishment whenever you poked the beast at the wrong time.

You lowered your head next to his and softly said, “Hey…” When he made eye contact with you again, you continued, “I love you and respect you very much, babe. I shouldn’t have teased you so much. I can tell you’ve had a rough day. Please don’t be mad at me?”

How the hell was he supposed to stay mad at you when you looked at him with those sad, pretty eyes? He huffed and pushed his chair back a bit, just enough to serve as an invitation for you to sit on his lap and hug him.

“Shut up," he grumbled. "I can be mad at whoever I want." At least he’d finally spoken to you, which was his way of accepting your apology. “Maybe I’ll let you make it up to me.”

“Would it help if I do this?” You cupped his pouting face in your hand and placed a delicate kiss on his lips. He kissed you back begrudgingly, not wanting to give you the satisfaction of knowing that he’d already forgiven you.

As long as you continued to shower him with attention and love and affection, he would secretly milk it, eat it up, and love every fucking second of it.

“Hmm…what about this?” You slinked down to the floor in front of him and rubbed his thighs, keeping your eyes locked on his as they followed your form downwards. Your hands reached further up his legs and you pushed your thumbs into the muscles of his inner thighs, massaging him. “I promise I can make you feel better.”

He maintained his poker face, but shifted in his chair, his growing erection becoming uncomfortable in the tight quarters of his pants. You noticed the outline of his cock taking shape and bit your bottom lip into a smirk.

You slid one of your hands further upwards, dragging your fingers over his balls and over the length of his clothed penis. He clenched his jaw at the growing ache you'd created between his legs. You stroked his cock a few more times before carefully unbuckling his belt and unfastening his pants.

Your movements were painfully slow, but you finally reached down into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pulled his rock-hard dick out, providing him with immediate relief from the discomfort he’d been biting back. The pleasure of feeling your small hand wrapped around his manhood, the relative size of which made his cock look bigger than it already was, throwing in an ego boost for good measure.

You resumed the act of stroking his cock inside your fist, mesmerized by the sensational juxtaposition of his warm, velvety sheath of skin sliding over his smooth steel-hard shaft. He could keep pretending to be unfazed by your antics, but his body betrayed him. You shifted from your haunches onto your knees and began placing kisses, from the head of his cock down along the underside of his length, all the way to his balls, licking the most prominent vein along the way.

Curious how much teasing he could endure before giving in and ordering you to stuff your mouth with his cock, you flattened your tongue and traced a slow line all the way back up before once again stroking him with your hand. You looked up at him, his mouth hidden by the back of his fisted hand, his narrowed amber eyes locked on you.

He was not going to give in and he most certainly would not beg. He’d sooner wait until you left the room and jack himself off than give you any indication that he was literally sitting on the edge of his seat, silently willing you to suck him down.

Unfortunately for him, however, his body told the true story.

The flexing of his glutes, the knuckles of his hand going white around the arm of his chair, and the bead of precum leaking from the tip of his cock told you everything you needed to know. He was practically squirming with anticipation.

Deciding that it would be counterintuitive to further tease him while seeking repentance for doing the same, you once again brought your mouth to his sex and swirled your tongue around the head of his throbbing cock. You wrapped your lips around him and slowly worked him into your mouth, coating him with your saliva as you went. You hollowed your cheeks and gave a good suck before popping your mouth off him.

He knitted his brows and you could’ve sworn you heard the cracking of plastic under his hand. You looked up into his fiery eyes as you stroked him before lowering your head, taking him into your mouth again, deeper this time. When the head of his cock pressed against the back of your throat, he bit his knuckles to stifle a moan.

You bobbed up and down his cock, pressing him into your throat as far as you could before gagging. You quickly pulled away from him to swallow your gag reflex, leaving a thread of saliva in your wake, your hand taking the place of your mouth until the feeling passed.

You collected the drool in your mouth and pushed the liquid out from your puckered lips, watching it land directly on the tip of his cock before sliding down his length. You began to stroke him again, your ministrations accompanied by the squishing of your saliva every time his cockhead popped through your encircled fingers.

You took him inside your mouth again, hollowing your cheeks until they burned, sucking him for all he was worth. You glanced up at him to find him with his head thrown back while white-knuckling both arms of his desk chair.

Just when you thought how impressive it was that he hadn’t made any sound yet, on one particular upward stroke, he let out a long groan. He was shameless at this point, getting more and more feral with every pass of your lips over the sensitive head of his thick cock. He pulled your hair into a loose ponytail, lightly tugging on it to guide you along at a slightly faster pace.

“Yeah, you better worship my fucking cock. Mm yeah, suck that fat dick, you ungrateful slut.”

You moaned around him, the vibration drawing him ever closer to his end. He was so close, but wanted to degrade you a bit more to make sure you knew your place as his sub.

“That’s it, suck daddy’s cock just like that, yeah? Yeah? You want me to cum down that pretty throat of yours? Then work for it, bitch.”

Your pussy clenched at nothing, the contraction causing some of your slick to drool out and leave a wet spot between your thighs. You whined around his cock as though begging for his cum.

“Mm fuck! So…fucking close, babygirl. Let me hear you beg for my cum again.”

You gazed up into his fiery eyes and whined around his cock again.

“Hhnnn mm baby, shit! Here I fucking cum!”

The first spurt of his seed hit the back of your throat hard and thick, nearly gagging you. The second one came swiftly after and as he rode out his orgasm, he encouraged you.

“Fuck yeah, drink my hot fucking cum all the way down your slutty throat.”

You cleaned him with your mouth, making sure to get every last drop of him.

You stood, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. You straddled one of his legs, kissing him, leaning into him, pressing your breasts against his chest. He pushed his tongue over and around yours, grabbing two handfuls of your thick ass.

Your dress was hiked up to your thighs, your naked sex pressed against the rough fabric of his jeans. He used your round ass to guide your pelvis against his thigh, back and forth. Slowly. Deliberately.

You moaned into his mouth and he bounced his leg, causing you to slam down hard onto his thigh. You cried out, taking tight fistfuls of his ash blond hair and tugging.

He tightened his grip on your ass, his fingertips pressing hard into your flesh, rocking you, using his control over your thrusts to increase your speed. He flexed his quad muscle and you rotated your hips just enough to provide more friction against your clit.

He could feel your wetness soaking through the fabric of his pants and against his skin underneath. His cock was hard and raring to go once again. He helped you adjust one of your legs such that you were straddling both of his, the hem of your sundress now pushed up around your waist.

His cock was nearly flat against his perfectly sculpted stomach. He pulled you closer, pressing his length against your sopping sex, the underside of his cock stimulating your clit. He reached behind you to guide his slick cock inside you.

You sank down his entire length, letting out a single loud moan as your tight hole stretched around his thick cock, filling you up one inch at a time. You needed a few seconds to adjust to his size no matter how many times you fucked him, but once you were ready, you started rocking your hips against his, focusing on the way his cock felt inside of you with every thrust. Gods, he felt so fucking good and you told him so.

“Yeah baby, fuck me slow. You deserve to ride my cock like that.”

Your elbows rested on his shoulders, your hands gripping his hair, your forehead pressed into the crook of his neck.

He wrapped his large hands around your undulating hips, giving you more strength as you rode him. He knew the closer you got to orgasm, the more your legs would give out. He would be ready to pump his cock inside your pussy when the time came. He squeezed one of your ass cheeks before pressing his middle finger against your asshole.

“Mm fuck, Katsu!”

He groaned in your ear. “That’s it, baby, cum on my cock.”

Your pace increased while your thrusts became shallower and more erratic, the heat and the friction of your clit grinding against his pubic bone.

He pushed his fingertip inside your tight ass. “Do as I say and cum on my fat knot. Right. Fucking. Now,” he growled.

Each of your whimpers seemed to climb an octave higher than the one before. Finally, the spring in your womb came undone and you froze, completely unraveling around him, calling his name over and over. The contractions of your orgasm massaged the full length of Katsuki’s cock buried deep inside you, sending him over the edge a few seconds later.

“Shit baby, your pussy clamping down on me like that…ah fuck, I’m gonna cum again…”

As you came down from your orgasms together, still joined as one, you began to shake. Katsuki wrapped you in his arms and pulled you closer against him. Your breath was hot against his neck and he knew you were trying not to cry when you drew a ragged breath against him.

He put a hand behind your head and pressed his lips on the top of your head, sensing that this was one of the occasional times when you needed his most tender aftercare.

As much as you loved his aggression during sex, and you absolutely did, sometimes it would leave you feeling vulnerable after a particularly rough round of it.

You had more than made it up to him for giving him a hard time. Now it was his turn to hold you and give you all the love and safety he could possibly offer and as far as he was concerned, for you, that was a bottomless well.

#katsuki my king 👑#katsuki #bakugou #bakugo #katsuki bakugou #katsuki bakugo #katsuki x f!reader #bakugou x f!reader #bakugo x f!reader #katsuki bakugou x f!reader #katsuki bakugo x f!reader #katsuki smut #bakugou smut #bakugo smut

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morataarts · 10 months

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Long post!!

Some stuff I wrote today inspired on my drawings :D

I'm not the best writer so sorry for any errors

Enjoy !

Macaque fights Wukong

Disclaimer I made this as a guide so it's not supper detailed for that

Macaque leaves the place MK and him were staying at and goes to get new tools, food and other bare necessities like clothes for MK

“Last on the list... my dojo, that kid broke the last tools we had there” he sighs as he starts collecting various weapons that could be useful in training the unstable MK that fell at his door asking for solitude and training

“Macaque”

The dojo turns a golden color lighting everything

Astral projection and the voice, Wukong

He turns around to face the voice “Wukong! Astral projection?…you must be pretty desperate to do this” he says as he turns around continuing with the task at hand

“what can i help the great king in this fine day?” He says with sarcasm in his voice

“you know damn well what im here for macaque” exasperation fills the golden monkeys voice

“No, i have no idea what you’re talking about” macaque keeps ignoring the other collecting what he needs and going through the list he has, almost completing it

“Macaque im not playing around your stupid games” slightly raising his voice “where’s MK”

Macaque breathes trough his teeth “uuuh sorry can’t tell you…” he turns around collecting the bag of weapons, swings it on his back securing the straps and looks at wukong raising a smirk “that’s confidential info, welp see you next time bud”

As macaque was leaving wukong’s voice roze “Macaque i swear if you don’t tell me where MK is i-“ wukong pointed a finger at macaque who was watching him with a growing angered expression

“you what Wukong? What are you going to do? The kid left on his own and stoped at my door looking for help” he pointed a finger at himself and fixed his bag “he was terrified of his power and of hurting anyone, for heavens sake he was scared of his own kaiju!!” he sighs “I didn’t kidnap your student if that’s what you're implying, he went to me for a reason and he wants to be alone for a reason” he points a finger this time at Wukong’s chest “leave him be and for once be something you never where” he grabs the bag he left by the door and opens a portal “patient” he leaves through the portal ending the astral projection and arriving to his place of stay with Mk

Leaving wukong back in pigsy’s restaurant speechless and with no answer for the others

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Context to my “i miss my friends” drawing I made

“That’s it! Get into it and feel it” macaque moves quickly dodging and hitting MK “make it feel as if it was normal, as blood pumping or as breathing, remember relax into it, its a part of you”

Mk breaths and pants trying to concentrate and follow up with Macaque trying to control his glowing monkey form but suddenly “ach” Mk falls to the floor seemingly in pain holding his head

“Shit…MK!” Macaque hurries to Mk’s side and holds his arms “calm down MK!!” MK mind runs while hearing the scrolls words

‘chaos harbringer’

“stop stop STOP!”

The earth slightly shatters, tears flow from MK’s eyes

“Don’t let it control you kid, you’re way stronger than that!!” macaque screams trying to calm down MK, kaiju flowing out and forming before them “Mk listen to me calm down you are safe! You are not what you think you are! Snap out of it kid!”

Mk’s kaiju retreats and he goes back to normal breathing hard, tears still falling trough, he feels a warm embrace holding tight and he reciprocates while sobbing into macaque’s shoulder

Things calm down sometime later and they are sitting on the edge of the mountain, clothes changed and wounds cured

MK thinks of everyone back home and how they might be doing, he thinks about the choice he made a month ago to leave and get macaque to help him control something like himself

“I miss everyone macaque”

Macaque looks at Mk, worry and sadness fill his face

“Im sure they miss you as well kid” macaque looks back to the horizon, feeling Mk press up against his shoulder and on instinct he wraps an arm against Mk

Mk sniffles “you really think so?” He smiles weakly, macaque smiles back “oh I know so kid”

Macaque remembers the time when they where still staying at his house and on the middle of the night Wukong decided on astral projecting to him repeating ‘give me your location, give me your location, give me your locat-‘ ‘omg fuck off wukong’ but too no avail

It lasted all night…

Macaque shudders at the thought

he hates seeing mk like this, but he knows Mk need this time away from everything and gather his thoughts, without the pressure and the constant nagging of the world

“Well lets go have dinner, you have a long day tomorrow” macaque stands reaching a hand to mk who giggles “i thought everyday was a long one at this point” they follow arm to arm reaching their stay “well tomorrow will probably be a little bit more difficult”

“ill be ready for it!” He puffs his chest, macaque chuckles “im sure of it kid”

“Thanks macaque, for helping me”

“You’re welcome kid, anytime”

Thank you for reading 💞 :D

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tofu-loverx · 1 year

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*opens the door*

Hi, I have an idea, okay so you know the song 'An Unhealthy Obsession' I thought what if the characters get Yeeted into Earth and try to find their creator but, they end up having a "crush" (crush as in them being a Yandere) on the reader, in the end, they get caught by the reader and, the reader confesses their "love" to them.

You can do it like a headcanon style if you would like but try to include Abyss!Keaya and Childe, if you find it hard to put SAGAU in you can take it out.

(I have no clue why I wrote this but hey it's 3AM and I have brain rot, also here is a card of the reader being a yandere and the song if you want to get ideas)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JCMLMMgDUDA&list=PLzPhYRTvk1Ba3zJKwP3oFO4iWDIeXH4ZX&index=4&ab_channel=TheBlakeRobinsonSyntheticOrchestra-Topic

Have a good day/night *closes the door*

I hope this is exactly what I wanted, and I apologize again for not paying attention to your request.

Summary: The reader catches the characters of Genshin who came to Earth. Fandom: Genshin Impact Characters: Kaeya , Childe x gn!Reader Warnings: Yandere, stalking, eavesdropping, annoyance, innuendo, discomfort. Type: HCs Note: English is not my mother language, sorry for any spelling errors.

Childe remembered when he was a child wandering into the arms of the Abyss, a strange portal appeared out of nowhere in front of him.

The gate was radiating a powerful and dangerous aura, and as soon as he approached it, it disappeared just as it had appeared.

"Mom, hurry up!, we'll be late for the fireworks."

The little boy's voice woke the man from his dark childhood thoughts and memories.

" fireworks?" Childe said softly, looking at the sky.

The night grew darker and Ajax made his way towards the mountains to get a better view of the Liyue Festival.

The sky was decorated with colorful explosions of vivid shapes and sizes, and Childe, sitting on the edge of the mountain, felt the same majestic aura from his childhood.

He turned around to find the same gate with the same details, this time he did not hesitate to rush into it directly before it disappeared and cursed his luck because something inside him told him that his creator, protector, giver of power was there.

He opened his eyes to a group of hanging wires, the smell of burning gasoline poking his nose, the loud sound of engines and the horns of trucks piercing his ears.

"Where the hell am I?"

He knew from the different and new environment that he was in the world of his creator, so he took it upon himself to search.

Childe walked around feeling the weird looks at him and the girls giggling at his appearance.

"Can I take a picture?…I like your cosplay." you approached him, tiny compared to his massive size, your irresistibly sweet voice making butterflies in his stomach.

"Of course," said Childe happily.

Then you left, waving to him, and he exchanged the same for you, he did not feel himself except that he walked behind you without letting you notice him until the day ended and he was born in front of your house.

Day by day Child forgot his purpose of searching for his creator and grew a frightening obsession about you.

It started by sneaking behind you and then eavesdropping on you, watching you while you sleep, knowing everything about you from your name and the name of the first pet you owned, your family name, your friends, your favorite foods and drinks. And all that without you noticing, or allowing the police or anyone to reveal him.

Childe enjoyed watching you hang out your laundry every Sunday on your balcony, and you've already noticed that some of your clothes and your favorite camera have disappeared.

It seems that you have become filling Ajax's mind, and you do not pass again unless you are in his sick mind.

Childe's dead look was replaced by the obsessed heart's eyes, his fake smile became a smile eager for your scent and thirsty for your touch, the music he was repeating, it’s your gentle and soft voice.

"I am sure you love me…you asked to take a picture with me…this indicates your love."

One night you were left alone in the house, so he had the opportunity to enter your room and watch you sleep more closely.

As soon as he was inside, he felt that he would faint from joy, because your whole room was hung with his pictures, the wall, the bed, the carpets, everything.

He approached the bed to see your body, and once the quilt was removed, you was not there.

"Who are you!!? and how did you get in?" You lit up the room and you were holding a baseball bat in your hand.

He turned around and found you in front of him, wearing only a short black shirt that showed off your smooth thighs and your messy hair pulled back in a ponytail.

“This is more than my heart can handle…” He breathed hard as he looked at your body.

“What? Aren’t you the same guy I met a few days ago?…Cosplaychilde?” you said surprised.

"I looked for what you call cosplay in your world, but I'm not… I'm the original Childe."

He approached you and you threatened to hit him, but he did not listen. He grabbed your hand and placed it above his head. It was real hair, and there were no contact lenses in his eyes. His vision was also real.

"I can't believe… I love you," you said without thinking, and he added the same sentence to you.

"I love you too, sweetheart…"

Kaeya saw you in his dream, and you were actually married him, but neither the place or the surroundings he was in touched Teyvat's connection, and when he asked you in the dream, you told him that it was the earth.

Dreams of this kind continued, and Kaeya became very attached to them, until a bad and possessive side developed in him.

Every time he touches you in his realistic dreams, it drives him crazy, and drives his mind to the highest levels of ecstasy.

He turned to Albedo and told him what he had dreamed of. With the Creator's Evolving World, Albedo's curiosity got the better of him so he decided to help him.

Kaeya tried to control himself at work and not think about you or your body that is underneath him, shouting his name.

After a few days, Albedo made a transportation machine, and Kaeya was able to go to the world of the Creator, or what we call the earth with us.

He succeeded in coming into your world and the first thing he encountered was you, sitting on your couch, reading your usual book.

He couldn't control himself and rushed towards you, hugging you. You were shocked by what happened and remained frozen and amazed at how this man entered your apartment.

"Excuse me!!… who are you!?" you tried to push him away from you.

"every thing you have." He looked up at you, his eyes were in the shape of a heart, he was already drooling with red cheeks and heavy breathing.

"If this is a joke, you'd better stop…even though your costume is already perfected." You tried to get up, but this man's grip on your waist was tight.

He threw your book from your hands and lay on top of you tightly holding your hands above your head, and he separated your thighs with his knee, “I had many dreams about you, and even our beautiful wedding… Kitty~”

"Huh!?…what?…H…how?" You said in confusion, and your cheeks blushed, then you remembered your fantasies before bed and now you know where all your obscene and perverted fantasies were going.

"Wait!!…wait a minute…just a misunderstanding" you tried to stop him from doing what was on your mind, as fun as it was, it was painful.

"You have eyes that drive me crazy…" He said, going down to your neck to smell your body.

Your body trembled at his touch, and here he knew that your body belonged to him, and that body language did not lie.

"We're already married…so there's nothing to be ashamed of each other, right?" He said with a sinister grin on his face.

"Are you doing it because of my body?" Your tone of voice changed and you looked away shyly.

Kaeya picked up the signs and said, "Of course not, I love you just the way you are no matter what you look like…your soft voice is like a nightingale's song…your scent of lavender and honey…everything about you is perfect for me."

Your eyes widened at what he said, and your ears reddened already, "Let's go to bed then… I don't want to dirty …the sofa."

“Hmm~…someone got some boldness.”

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jungwonie-bae · 8 months

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚ A love story between us ♪。·*. (teaser)

Sunghoon x fem!reader , reader is working in high school, reader is referred as she

genre- fluff, love at first sight trope, strangers to lovers,

word count- 0.7k 【705 words】 (real one maybe 5-6k words)

warnings- (this is not really a warning, but the season is winter) I’m so sorry, but more grammatical errors 😭

a/n- this is a little drabble for you guys yay and it might take a while

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7:02 am.

Today was the weekend, and the cafe was quiet. You’ve already cleaned and wiped all the tables, and started the coffee machines. Today was going to be another busy day. The cafe always opens at 7:30 sharp, so you had enough time to grab the new stack of cups, and get the register ready.

your only coworker, beomgyu, always came a bit late, but got to work right away. The bell rings as he walks in, and the two of you greet one another.

As you put on your apron, you scroll on your phone to play a calming playlist on Spotify. Beomgyu puts his apron on, and opens the window for the early morning breeze to flow through.

As the bell chimes, your boss walks in. He greets the both of you, and walks into his office. You run to the door, and turn the sign, the red ink “closed” written, was now turned into “open.”

You then go back into your place as the cashier. A few minutes later, your regular customers come in.

they are quick to go, ordering and paying quickly as well.

A bit later, a group of 3 guys walk in, chatting with one another happily. While they are ordering drinks, you feel someone’s gaze as you get their orders down. You look up, and- you feel like you’ve just seen the prettiest person in your life. Time seems to slow down.

you stare at him for a few seconds, before snapping out of it to tell beomgyu their orders. Turning back to them, (the person who is ordering for the group,) you almost forgot their name.

“and what’s your name?” You ask politely.

“sunghoon, s-u-n-g-h-o-o-n,” he says, the last part of the sentence a bit mumbled. You nod, and type his name down to print onto the sticker on the cup.

you smile at him, “your order is going to be ready in a few minutes. Is this a to go, or are you staying in?”

he looks over at his friends, and they all say their staying. You nod, and they go sit down. You smile to yourself, and hurriedly make their drinks. You put a little extra love into sunghoon’s, and cap it.

beomgyu finishes the other half of the drinks. “Order for sunghoon!” You shout. He comes up to you, and grabs the drinks quickly. While he brings it over to his table, his friends tease him about something. He smiles at their antics.

Heeseung whispers, “someone has a little crush. Let’s come back here tomorrow~” Jake nods at him, and grins. Sunghoon doesn’t notice the two.

meanwhile, you were busy hoping he will come back.

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The next day, you see the familiar face once again. But today, he was alone. The name you learned from him yesterday, sunghoon, was pretty awkward trying to order his drink.

you can see he is shy, because he’s hiding his face into his scarf. Cute, you think. His order is a to-go, much to your disappointment. You make his drink as you and beomgyu switch places, now beomgyu being the cashier.

you call out sunghoons name, but this time, you write your number onto his cup. You draw a little smiley face next to your digits, and smile to yourself. I hope he texts me, you smile.

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as sunghoon grabs his cup, he smiles at you, but stops in his tracks on his way out. She wrote her number. Wait.. she wrote her number!?! He stops himself from squealing since he was already grinning like an idiot. He was definitely going to text you later.

He hurried home to his dorm, and immediately told his friends. “See, I knew she was into you!” Jake playfully punched sunghoons arm, while wrapping his other around his shoulders.

sunghoon grins, but his smile drops soon after. “But.. how do I start the conversation..? I don’t have any experience in this..”

Jake slowly turns his head and looks at the sulking male beside him. “Are you for real..?” Sunghoon nods. “Dude! You’re an absolute loser for this! How have you not had any girlfriends with that face of yours?!?”

Sunghoon doesn’t know what to do. Will jake help him?

#sunghoon #enhypen fluff #enhypen imagines #enhypen #enha #enhypen sunghoon #park sunghoon #enhypen x reader #sunghoon x reader #sunghoon fluff #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x you #sunghoon x y/n #enhypen jake #enhypen heeseung #engene #enhypen park sunghoon

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livingforcoopsandoknutzy · 9 months

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O'knutzy Week Day 2: Advice

characters belong to @lumosinlove and more appreciation to @oknutzyweek2023

also i was half asleep when i wrote this so pls forgive any errors

Couples fight. It’s something that every couple will tell you. Leo, Finn, and Logan knew it was true to an extent but they simply couldn’t imagine not getting along.

Until they could.

Leo loves his boys. He really does. He loves that Logan is always trying new things. He loves that Finn loves reading so much. He loves that they love to do stuff together. He doesn’t love picking up after them as much.

He ignores it most of the time and he tries not to take it to heart when he reminds Logan to pick up his puzzle before he moves onto his painting only to come back twenty minutes later not only to pick up the aforementioned puzzle but also the paint Logan got bored with ten minutes in.

He tries not to be bothered when Finn leaves his books on the dining room table, or his bedside table, or the middle of the fucking living room floor.

Really he tries.

He’s asked them nicely and maybe it’s his fault for not being vocal enough about it, but when he trips and falls over Logan’s shoes that he left in the middle of the entryway after a 7 hour practice he’s suddenly fighting off tears.

“Fucking hell, Logan. Can you just pick up your fucking shoes. I asked you to do that twice before we left. You just have to fucking pick them up and move them three inches it’s not that fucking hard.”

Leo hates the way his voice cracks. He hates the way Logan’s face falls so quickly. He hates the simultaneous shocked and understanding look Finn gives him. He hates the fucking shoes in front of him. He takes a shuddering breath in before turning around and walking back out the door.

He can hear the footsteps hurrying behind him and clenches his eyes shut to try and stave off the tears. “Leo, wait.” Logan sounded so guilty and Leo hated that he made him feel that way. In a weird way he knew he was overreacting but he also couldn’t find it in himself to reel it in. “Baby, wait. I am so sorry. I should have moved the shoes. I’m so sorry. I wasn’t thinking and I’m so sorry I didn’t move them when you asked me to. That was really inconsiderate of me.” Leo tugged his lip into his mouth roughly for a second before releasing it and turning around. “I know. I know you’re sorry. Lo, this is just me cooling off. I’m not mad at you-” Leo cut himself off and wrinkled his nose. “Okay, I’m a little mad, more so annoyed but this isn’t me leaving or walking out. This is me taking a break so I don’t take it out on you or Finn, okay? We’re okay.” Logan’s eyes were glossy but he nodded and took a step back. “I love you.” Leo hated how soft it was, how unsure. Leo took purposeful steps forward until he could press a kiss to Logan’s dark hair. “I love you too.”

It didn’t take him long to make it to where Regulus was staying. He hadn’t thought to text Regulus to let him know he was coming and was starting to regret it as he stood on his doorstep. He let out a deep sigh and knocked softly. If he didn’t answer Leo would just go back home. It wasn’t that big of a deal. It kind of felt like one though.

He didn’t have to worry about it for long. Regulus opened the door and smiled when he saw Leo, though his smile faltered as he took him in. “You okay?” Leo suddenly found himself unable to swallow around the lump in his throat. “May I come in?” Regulus was quick to step to the side and usher him in.

He pushed Leo to the couch with a quiet, ‘two minutes’, before retreating to his kitchen. Leo settled back against the cushions and took a few breaths. As he calmed down he found himself feeling more guilty about his overreaction. Logan hadn’t deserved the verbal lashing Leo gave him. It was just a stupid pair of shoes and Leo completely blew up. Finn was probably torn between who to comfort and Leo hated to think that he had put him in that position.

Leo was torn out of his thoughts when a mug was put in front of him. Leo lifted it to his lips and smiled softly at the smell of hot cocoa. “Merci.” He murmured as he took a sip. “De rien. Are you going to tell me about what happened?” Leo didn’t raise his eyes from his cup but he gave a loose explanation as to what happened.

Regulus hummed appropriately here and there before settling next to Leo on the couch. “I think that you being upset is perfectly reasonable. You had asked him to put them to the side and he didn’t listen. I get you feeling guilty about blowing up but you were tired and understandably upset. You can apologize but Le, I wouldn’t apologize for the whole thing. I think you should talk to them if it’s making you this upset.” Leo went to deny that claim but Reg held up his hand. “I know, I know. It’s not making you upset, but Leo you wouldn’t have gone off about nothing. Hell, I would’ve smacked Sirius by now if it was him doing it. I know you feel bad but I think you just need to talk to them.”

Leo let that sink in for a moment before nodding. “I think you’re right. I felt bad leaving but I just needed to walk it off for a minute. I was upset but I wasn’t being reasonable at the moment.” Regulus patted his arm gently. “I think that was a good move honestly. You made sure to communicate with Logan before leaving and you knew it was good for you and it ultimately was good for them too. You had a minute to calm down and think about it with a level head and the boys will have had a moment to realize how upset this made you. You did good here, Leo, I’m proud of you.” Leo would definitely blame his exhaustion for the tears that pooled in his eyes at Regulus’s words.

“Thanks, Reg.” Regulus smiled at him softly and Leo was hit with a wave of wonder at how this was the same boy from the first time they met. He was so vastly different and yet so similar to the person he is now. “Of course. Now, I think we should watch an episode of the Office and then you can head home to your boys.” Leo laughed lightly and nodded. He grabbed his phone to text the group chat he had with Finn and Logan.

When Leo finally made it home about 45 minutes later he walked into a quiet apartment. He could hear the TV playing in the living room on low and wandered in to find Finn and Logan sitting on the couch.

“Hey,” He said softly. Logan’s head whipped up at the sound and he sat up straighter. Leo could see the tension Finn was holding as he looked at him carefully before seemingly finding something that made his body untense. “Sorry, I took so long. I wanted to say sorry for losing it like that.” Logan shook his head quickly. “Non, I should have moved the shoes. I’m so sorry.” Leo walked over to them and sat on the couch in the spot between them. “It’s okay. I am sorry for losing my temper, but I would really appreciate it if you cleaned up a little more after yourselves moving forward though. I don’t mind it every now and then but sometimes I’m tired and I just want to relax but all I can think about is the stuff everywhere.” Logan nodded eagerly.

Finn moved so that he could press against Leo’s side, his arm going around Leo’s waist. Leo sagged against him, allowing himself to relax in Finn’s arms. “We will definitely try harder moving forward. We’re really sorry for not seeing how much it bothered you.” Logan nodded his head to Finn’s words. “We hope you know you can always talk to us or knock some sense into us if we’re being thick headed. We don’t want you to stress Leo and if we’re causing that we want to know. We love you too much to hurt you on purpose.” Leo smiled and wrapped his free arm around Logan, pulling him against his other side so he was sandwiched between his boys.

“I really appreciate that. I guess I knew I could talk to you about it, I just hadn’t realized how much it had been weighing on me.” Logan pressed his head against Leo’s chest. “That’s okay. Sometimes we don’t realize things until we’re a little too late but that doesn’t mean we’ve ruined things. You yelling at us a few times isn’t going to make us leave you.” Leo felt his heart skip a beat at how accurately Logan could read him. Finn pressed a hard kiss to his forehead and Leo sighed into it.

“I love you both so much.” His boys smiled back brightly. “We love you, too.”

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #leo knut #o'knutzy week 2023 #o'knutzy #regulus black #regulus black and leo knut

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mantou-rin · 4 months

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It'll Be Sunny Again

Prompt: Mitsuki comforts you after a tough day at work

Characters: Mitsuki Izumi, reader

Genre: Angst / Comfort with a happy ending

Word count: 1,034

A/N: Recently fell back pretty hard into the ainana fandom so I ended up writing something that had been sitting on my mind for a while! (I wrote this at 1am and I didn't proofread it I am so sorry for the errors)

You dragged your feet back to your apartment, every new footstep feeling heavier than the previous one. The cold winter wind seemed to blow harder as you took your next step, and you tiredly pulled the scarf tighter around your neck.

You always told people you loved your job, and you really do. It was a decent paying, healthy work environment, and you had great colleagues too. Of course this came with the occasional hiccups here and there, but it was never anything too serious.

Unfortunately for you today, your job didn’t quite love you back.

It started with a small, innocent error which very quickly snowballed into a mountain of problems that were just waiting to be solved. With the tight deadline, you and your team found yourselves scrambling to fix everything, going so far as to skipping out on a comfortable lunch and resorting to chowing down on a store bought onigiri instead.

After a long day of work, you would normally be starving, but today was different. The pure exhaustion you dealt with - the continuous phone calls with your clients, the countless emails you had to go through and the non-stop running through the office halls to pass the documents to your supervisor, was more than sufficient to wear you down close to your breaking point. You were struggling to keep your eyes open, your breathing felt shallow and your legs were close to giving out. If it weren’t for the fact that you were mere minutes away from your apartment, you might have just passed out on the streets.

You finally reached the door and barely managed to unlock it. Pushing it open, you see your apartment already lit up. Right, your boyfriend was coming over today.

Normally, Mitsuki spends the night in the dorms with the other members, but on the rare occasion where he wasn’t swarmed with work, he would come over to spend time with you instead. He had convinced you to pass him a spare key to your apartment, saying how that way he could always come over and give you the snacks he made. This statement you believed to be true, but you were also certain that it was because he wanted to leave a stash of his personal hoodies in your wardrobe for you to wear.

You vaguely remember him telling you that he wanted to have a video game night today, which of course you very happily agreed to. But right now, this agenda is looking a little bleak. Sure you told him you would be home later than usual due to work, but you missed out on telling him how absolutely wrecked your mental state was. Knowing that you had to break that news to him, a wave of guilt engulfed you.

Why did it have to be today? You thought to yourself, unconsciously letting out a sigh.

You could hear Mitsuki’s hurried footsteps coming from the living room, rushing over to give you the usual welcome hug and kiss. He was always a ray of sunshine. However, the sound of his footsteps came to an abrupt stop and it was then that you noticed that you had zoned out. Coming to your senses, you managed to catch the look in his eyes, and your heart absolutely shattered.

The usual bright smile he wore on his face was replaced by a stunned facial expression and it quickly turned into a frown the closer he got to you. You must have looked terrible. Your hair was probably a mess, your lips were cracked and your face pale.

But you couldn’t care less about your appearance right now, because all you thought about was how worried your boyfriend was, and your eyes immediately welled up with tears that were threatening to overflow any second. You hated it, you hated how you couldn’t smile through the pain, you hated how you felt so vulnerable at the moment.

However, the moment you felt Mitsuki’s arms pull you into his embrace, your body instantly relaxed. You felt him gently nudging your head into his shoulder, his hand still on your head as he carefully combed through your hair. You finally closed your eyes as your nose took in the familiar scent of his hoodie. Time seemed to come to a standstill and your once chaotic world was calm.

You no longer wanted to cry, because something about his hug reassured you in every single way. Your boyfriend was not upset because you came home late, and he was definitely not upset that you had to cancel your plans for that night either. If anything he was relieved that you made it home safely and that he got to hold you in his arms.

Every relationship came with struggles, it was expected that the two of you would have your ups and downs in life. When the two of you started dating you promised each other to always support one another in difficult times like these. Mitsuki’s hug was telling you that it was okay to let your guard down once in a while, that it was okay to not always be strong, because some battles are meant to be fought together.

“I’m not hungry…” you suddenly muttered, remembering how to Mitsuki you probably looked like you haven’t eaten in days. But you were being honest, your body would probably appreciate a good night’s rest more than anything.

You heard Mitsuki chuckle softly. “I know. We can worry about food later, let me help you wash up and get ready for bed.”

His words were laced with kindness, so much so that you wanted to start crying again at how sweet he was, but you let him take your hand as he guided you into the apartment and helped you get ready for bed.

Soon you found yourself tucked into bed, once again in the embrace of your boyfriend. The tiredness had finally caught up to your body, and you felt yourself drift off to sleep rather quickly, with the sound of Mitsuki’s soft humming in the background.

Actions speak louder than words, and every gesture Mitsuki made today was a sign of how much he loved you.

#idolish7 #i7 #idolish7 scenarios #idolish7 x reader #mitsuki izumi #mitsuki izumi x reader #writing

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softiecaro · 1 year

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BEGIN AGAIN — PIERRE GASLY

summary: aurora had a toxic relationship in which she was trapped for 5 years. when she believes that she will not be able to feel loved by anyone in her life, pierre gasly arrives.

pairing: pierre gasly x aurora (reader)

words: 3.4K

warning: some bad words. also, english is not my native language, so any spelling or writing error is the fault of the translator hehe.

notes: i didn't put the lyrics of the song as I had done with the previous chapters, but only wrote situations about some parts of the song. Anyway, you can listen to it while reading the chapter, however you like. In addition, this will be narrated in the first person by the protagonist (if you read "question...?" with Lando, you will be able to remember her ;) )

MASTERLIST TAYLOR SWIFT SONGS SERIES

I wouldn't consider myself the biggest fan of Formula 1, but I have seen it for a while. One of the reasons I started following this motorsport was because of my best friend, Maia, who is an F1 journalist and was given the opportunity to start working with them a few years ago. So consequently, I was aware of everything that was constantly happening in that world, I knew all the names of the drivers, and I even followed some of them on Instagram.

—Come on Aurora, Lando is waiting for us downstairs.—My friend Maia had invited me to watch the race that week,so now we are at the hotel while she hurry me from outside my room and I desperately searched for my bag to get out.

—Here it is, here it is. I am sorry. Let's go.

When we pull into the parking lot, I see Lando in his Mclaren uniform in his fancy car smiling at us.

—Good morning Aurora.— Lando says as he keeps looking at me with that weird smile in the rearview mirror.— Ready to meet the love of your life?

—What are you talking about? Weird.— I say confused as I put on lip gloss.

—You didn’t tell her?— Lando ask his girlfriend.

—Why would I tell her our top secret plan, Lando, now it’s screwed it up.

—What are you talking about?

—Maia and I are going to introduce you to someone in the paddock, you will fall in love with him and then we can have double dates...

—Very delicate Lando… please stop.—Maia hits him on the arm.

—No, guys, I don't need to meet anyone. Not for now…

Context: Exactly 8 months ago I had broken up with my boyfriend of almost 5 years. I was the one who decided to end it and honestly it took me a long time to make the decision, even though all my friends told me how toxic the relationship was and how bad he was doing to me.

Since then, Lando and Maia had tried to convince me to meet other guys, but after I told them that I wasn't ready yet, they stopped insisting. Apparently now they had ignored my continuous denials.

—Please, we both think he's perfect for you. We will only introduce him to you, just that. He doesn't know anything. And if you don't like him or just doesn't catch your attention, you leave it there.

What could go wrong? What if it was time to leave the past behind and meet new guys?

—What does that silence mean?— Maia turns to look at me with a giant smile.

—I'm just thinking, shut it.

—She's thinking about it!— She whispers to Lando excitedly as she shakes his arm.

Finally I had accepted and now they are celebrating like never before, and to be honest, didn't really understand what all the excitement was about.

So now we were walking around the paddock looking for the guy. Suddenly I could see from afar the orange space that corresponded to Mclaren.

—I'm nervous, I don't want to do it anymore.— I stop my pace abruptly and Maia took my arm trying to keep me walking.

—Let's go! I swear to you that he is a good man, you will feel comfortable with him. Also, we will be with you.

I gave in to her body pulling mine to keep me walking. Lando was ahead leading us, opening the door for us. When we entered, there was a "hello" in unison and some smiles towards us.

—Lando, boy, what are you doing here so early?

—Shut up Daniel.— Lando tells his teammate as they fist bump each other.

And that's when I saw him. Not the man who had greeted Lando, but the blonde next to him. Pierre Gasly. I knew him, of course I knew him. Just as I also knew about the womanizing playboy side of him, and now I understand why all those girls immediately fall at his feet. He is gorgeous. And he had beautiful eyes…

—Maia, good morning. Who's with you today?— The Australian accent woke me up from my daydream. I hadn't really stopped looking at him.

—Daniel, this is Aurora, my best friend.

—A pleasure Aurora, I'm Daniel.— The brunette gets up from his seat to walk over to me and kiss me on the cheek.

—Hello, the pleasure is mine.— I tried not to look shy, I swear, but with the Frenchman in the same room with his eyes on me, my security vanished from my body.

—Hello, I'm Pierre. Do you want some coffee?— He told me as he pointed the coffee machine behind him.

—Shame on you, Gasly, this isn't even your place. —Maia bothered him while she took a seat and I still standing since there were no more chairs at that table,

—What else do you want me to do, all of you are very unconcerned. She doesn't even have a chair for her. Come, sit here, I'll go get another one for myself.— Pierre got up and pulled the chair for me to sit down.

I murmured a "thank you" and accepted the seat.

I'm not sure if it was Pierre the man she wanted to introduce me to or it was Daniel, but I seemed to be more interested in the first one. Suddenly I look at Maia and I get it, I see the look she has on her face. That look of "don't even think about it, my friend".

But clearly I ignored her.

It had been 3 weeks since Pierre and I started talking. After the week of that race, he followed me on Instagram, replied to one of my stories, and from that point on we hadn't stopped talking.

The day of the race was the last day we saw each other. Now we happened to be in the same city, so Pierre had the idea to get us together by asking me out on a date.

@pierregasly pick you up at 13:30? I know a cool place we can go for lunch

@aurora_fasey It's fine for me :)

After that, we kept talking about random things until he says that it was too late and we should sleep.

The next day I got up early and I was very anxious. Yes, I already knew him in person and had talked to him, but we were surrounded by people. Now we would be alone, on a date.

These days it had been hot, so I decided to wear a white dress with white sandals too and my little green bag. A natural makeup, I curled my lashes, put on a little blush and lip gloss.

I look at the time on my cell phone, 13:29. So I sit on the couch to watch some TV before Pierre comes for me, trying to calm my nerves. Just a few seconds after I take my seat, my cell phone vibrates.

@pierregasly I think I'm outside your house

I quickly get up and draw the curtains so I can look outside. Sure enough, I see a black Aston Martin DBS parked outside and Pierre sitting inside it.

I wave to him so he can see me and he smiles back. So I grab my bag and stand in front of the mirror to take one last look at myself. Taking a deep breath, I open the front door to leave. That's when I collide with a body, my face against his chest, his arms grabbing my shoulders to pull me away. We both laugh.

—Hey. I'm sorry.— Pierre says with his hands trailing from my shoulders down my arms and then give a little hug.— How are you?

—Hello Pierre. I´m good, what about you? And don't worry, it was my fault.— I give him an awkward smile.

—No, it was my fault darling. Shall we go?— Now he put his hand on my waist guiding me to his car to get in

At first we talked a bit, catching up. But the rest of the ride was silent. Neither of us said a word. But it wasn't embarrassing, it was a comfortable silence.

—You look beautiful, by the way.— His voice made me jump a little.

I said nothing. I didn't know how to react. I just smiled at him and turned my gaze to the landscape that was seen through the window. It didn't take us long to get to the place. Pierre parked his car and mumbled "we're here" to which we both unfastened our seat belts.

—Wait— he said when he saw that I was about to open the door. I watch him walk around the car to the passenger door and open it for me. I get out of the vehicle giving him an awkward but a grateful smile.

We then entered the restaurant, where a waiter guided us to our table and served us immediately.

—Are you okay?— He asks me when we're already eating.

—Yeah, I'm just not used to it.

—What are you talking about? Did you not like the place? We can go anywhere you want, just tell me...

—No, Pierre, the place is perfect. It's just, you know, I'm not used to being told nice things, opening the car door for me, picking me up at my house…my ex-boyfriend never…— I stopped my words abruptly. I looked down in shame.

—Do you want to talk about it?— I look up and bite my lip nervously, not knowing what to say. I didn't want to sound rude and I didn't know if it was the right thing to tell him or to keep quiet. But I definitely didn't want to talk about my ex-boyfriend. Apparently Pierre read my face, or my mind, and quickly changed the subject.

—So…how did you meet Maia?

…

Our third date was in a park. We were sitting in front of a beautiful lagoon and surrounded by grass, trees and flowers. Pierre had prepared a kind of picnic with lots of food and some drinks.

—This park is beautiful, look at the little ducks!— I say to Pierre while I point excitedly at the animals that were in the lagoon.

—Yes, it's beautiful.— I turn my head to look at him only to meet his eyes already on me, leaning on his elbow.

—How about a toast?

—A toast, yes.— I happily raise my glass of champagne.— Toast for the little ducks!

Pierre throw his head back laughing like a little kid. And I think it's strange that he think I'm funny 'cause he never did.

—A toast for the little ducks, then.— He raises his glass as well and clinks it against mine. We both take a sip as we gaze into each other's eyes. I didn't want to take my eyes off him, I felt like the air was going out of me, but it was addictive.

Suddenly my cell phone starts ringing so I reluctantly look away. The contact “Maia<3” appears on the screen of my cell phone. "Uh-oh," I thought. I knew this could lead.

Every time I'd told Maia about some situation that made me happy about Pierre, she and Lando had given me endless talks about why I should stay away. So there came a time when I decided to stop talking to them about him, and when they asked me, I simply denied that I was still talking to the french man.

—Who is it?— Pierre asked, noticing my stunned state.

—It's Maia, she wants to make a video call.

—Fine, you can answer if you want, no problem.

—It's just, she doesn't know I'm with you now...

—That is a problem?

—It´s not…well. I mean, don't get me wrong…It's not a problem for me at all, I love spending time with you. It's just that Maia doesn't like the idea of me spending time with you...

—Uh, I get it…

—I'm sorry, I really don't…

—No, don't worry, I really understand. So you don't want to answer her?

—I want to, but she scares me. And anyway, she hung up the call… Oh, now Lando is calling me.— I look at my phone not knowing whether to answer or not.

—Give me your phone.

I pass it to him immediately as if it burned me to have the device in my hands. He accepts the call and immediately on the other side of the screen is Lando's face in the foreground.

—Aurora, why don't you answ….Pierre? Pierre!— Following that, the phone is seen to make a sudden movement until Maia's face appears.

—I know it, I fuckin know it!

—Hey guys, how are you?

After that, they immediately cut off the call. And later that same day they called me again and gave me another talk. No matter how hard I tried to change their minds, they wouldn't budge.

After spending 8 months with the thought that I could never trust someone again, after believing that love did not exist, he came and made me feel things that I had not felt in my entire life. Was I afraid? Yes, but the feeling of feeling loved outweighed the fear.

…

Because of his work as a driver in Formula 1, Pierre and I couldn't see each other that often, even so we talked to each other every day and made video calls from time to time. We met a couple of times, but the fourth time we saw each other was an important point in the relationship we were forming, plus it had been a long time since we had seen each other.

One weekend of his vacation he came to my city and came to my house as a surprise with a giant bouquet of flowers.

—Pierre…— I didn't know how to react. Having so little person-to-person time, we had not developed any type of physical contact. I didn't know whether to give him a little hug, kiss his cheek or throw myself into his arms. If I'm honest, I've been dying to do the last one.

—What are you doing here?

—Can I pass?

—Sure, sorry, please come in.— I stepped aside so he could enter my house. I received the flowers and quickly put them in a vase. Then I turn around to face him.

—It´s not that your presence bothers me at all, but may I know what you're doing here? How, why… — And seconds later I feel his strong arms wrapping around me. My face against his chest, I smell his perfume. Slowly relaxing, I wrap my arms around his waist. When I do this, Pierre squeezes me even tighter and lifts me off the floor a few inches.

—I missed you… —He said against my head and then left a kiss there.— I just missed you so much, I took advantage of this weekend of my vacation and wanted to come see you.

—I missed you too, Pierre.— I said, still hugging him.— I really appreciate you coming to see me. You would have told me to think of something to take advantage of the weekend… What do you want to do? If you want we can stay here and watch a movie. I have netflix, amazon prime, disneyplus...

—Wouldn't you like to go out?

—Sure, go where.

—It will be a surprise.

—Don't you think that there are many surprises for today?— I finally said separating myself a little from him to be able to raise my head and look him in the eye.

—You deserve all the surprises in the world, mon cherie. Now go get a jacket, it might get cold later.

…

Ever since we got in the car, we hadn't stopped talking. Even though we texted every day, we still had a million topics of conversation.

—Hey, don't you want to put on some music? You can connect your phone to the car.

—I don't think you like my music, if you want I'll connect yours and put some of your playlists…

—You'd be surprised… I'm a fan of many types of music, I don't think I dislike yours.

—I don't know…

—Come on, don't be shy.— He says as he prods my stomach to tickle me. I laugh a little and finally give in.

As we sang, I suddenly stopped hearing his voice and turned my head only to see him already looking at me out of the corner of his eye. He turns his gaze back to the road as he bite his lip smiling.

—What's wrong?

—I just really want to kiss you.—I almost choked, but I try to hide it.

—Sorry.

—It´s okay, I want to kiss you too.— I reach my hand to his knee shyly and squeeze it lightly. Then he puts his hand on top of mine and then takes it and brings it up to his mouth to leave a delicate kiss on it. His beard tickling me, but it didn't bother me at all.

—It's not long until we get there, can you put this on to cover your eyes?— Pierre hands me a bandana. I do what he tells me, nervous. Minutes later I feel how the car begins to slow down until it stops moving completely. —You're not cheating, are you?— Pierre tells me.

—I swear I see absolutely nothing.

—I believed in you. Now wait for me, I'll go open the door and help you down.— Later I hear his door open and close. I inhale and exhale deeply before I hear the door open next to me.— Come here princess.— He takes my hands to help me down, I hear him close the door and lock the car.

—If you let me fall, I'll hit you Gasly.

—I will not do it. Now walk with me.— We both walk at his pace, giving me some instructions like lifting my foot a little or being careful when going down. I start to smell the sea breeze, so before I open my eyes, I already have an idea of where it brought me.

When he removes the bandana from my eyes, it takes me a moment to get used to the light. When I manage to get used to it, I see in front of me a beautiful and calm beach, in the background a wonderful sunset with mixtures of purples and pinks.

I stare at the place and feel Pierre hug me from behind, resting his head on my shoulder.

—The other day you told me that you wanted to see the sunset on a beach, so I thought it was necessary to bring you.— I feel his hoarse voice very close to my ear, which makes me shiver.— I have sushi in the car, but without shrimp because I know you don't like it. And also brought that strawberry juice they sell at walmart that you said…—In a deft move I turn in his arms and take his face in my hands to kiss his lips.

His bewilderment lasts a second, as he immediately follows me in the kiss, putting his hands on my waist.

His lips, oh god his lips. They felt even better than I imagined. With soft and slow touches, full of affection.

My hands settled on his chest and made fists on his white shirt. I felt how he smiled during the kiss when I did that. He raised one of his hands to the back of my neck.

It was the lack of breathing that finally forced us to separate. I slowly opened my eyes to meet the sparkling blue gems of him. He pressed his forehead against mine before placing a small kiss on my nose.

—Aurora, I am so in love with you. I want to take care of you, kiss you and give you all the love you deserve.— He Intertwined his fingers with mine.— I understand that you want to go slow, we can go at the pace you want.

I looked at him not knowing what to say, so I brought my lips back to his. Now my hands tugged a little on his hair making him moan a little.

—I'm in love with you too, Pierre. Now we only have Lando and Maia to accept it.

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mjfsupremacy · 2 years

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You knew Max was coming back. You knew it.

I wrote this on my phone so I'm very sorry for any errors! I've been watching Gilmore Girls, MJF and Jess Mariano are the same person to me now.

Part 1???? (It is. It's part 1. I'm just trying to be cute about it.)

Mild language.

“I KNEW IT!”

Max stops mid strut, turning to the voice on his left. You launch up from the make-up chair you were styling your hair in, a bright smile on your face. “I knew you were coming back tonight.”

“Did you now, Nancy Drew?”

You nod your head vigorously, vindicated. Everyone you spoke to about Maxwell Jacob Friedman was convinced he wouldn’t be back at all. You knew better, despite how hard he tried to buck the term, the two of you were friends; you KNEW him. AEW was home, Wrestling was home and he loved it too much to sit around in his house for two years. Besides, you’d nagged Tony endlessly about paying Max what he was worth, and sure, other than annoy him to the point of an almost suspension, it hadn’t suddenly changed anything, but you liked to think Tony knowing even one person here was in Max's corner mattered.

“I know it’s been half a year, but surely you didn’t forget I’m your best friend. I know you; I know how your brain works, Maxwell.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes heavenward, “You are not my best friend, Toots. How many times do I have to tell you, we aren’t friends.”

“As many times as it takes for you to give up and finally admit we are, I guess.” He starts to walk off again; you assume to his locker room. You skip alongside him. “You know what denial is?”

“The incorrect red stamp they used on your admittance slip at the psychiatric ward?” You laugh at his grumbled reply. “No, I don’t. But I’m very sure your about to tell me, Nancy.” He huffs, his red bottom loafers clapping the concrete gently as he speeds up.

“Denial is a knowledgeable ignorance to one’s own thoughts and feelings. It’s also a river in Egypt and your default setting. Glad to know the more things change the more they stay the same.”

“How’s Piper?”

He glances over at you with a frown. “Fine. Fat. I fed her too much while I was away.”

“You do strike me as an indulgent parent. I’m sure she looks adorable.”

“She does.” He stops at the door to his locker room. It’s just a plain white door with a single A4 sheet of paper taped to it ‘MJF’ emblazoned across it in thick black capital letters but it’s more than you had currently.

“I missed you, you know. It wasn’t the same around here without you. Too quiet. Everyone was nice.” His hand hesitates on the door knob, his dark eyes finding you again.

“Really?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve never been here without you, it was weird. I told TK to just hurry up and pay you so you’d come back. I’m not entirely unconvinced he didn’t just do it so I would go back to annoying you and finally leave him alone.”

The corner of Max’s mouth crawled up as he listened to you ramble. “You annoyed TK for me?”

“It’s been a very long 95 days for him.” You confirm with a wry smile. Max can’t stop the chuckle that falls from his mouth though he looks to immediately regret letting it slip out in front of you.

“You changed your hair last week.” He notes quietly.

You beam. That was Max speak for ‘I’ve been at home supporting you.’ Your touched. It’s like you said, You knew Max which is why his next words blew you away.

“I like it.”

“Holy Shit.”

“Shut up.”

“Maxwell, you just complimented me, like a real one, not a read between the lines one. You must’ve really missed me.”

“I hate you.”

“Nuh uh. I think you like me; in fact, I think you might just think were friends.” You sing in the face of his scowl. You have never seen someone regret a compliment so much in their life.

“Don’t you have a title match to go win?” He spits venomously, shoving the door open. You grin, backing away from the door you know he’s about to slam in your face.

“I do, Grumpy, I do.”

“Well, you best go do that then and leave me alone, Loser.”

“Welcome home, Max.”

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the-therapist-is-ace · 1 year

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Bendy?

(Here's a little something that I wrote after BATDR. I feel like everyone was thinking the same as I did when we saw Bendy Benders and the twist at Chapter 4 x)

So naturally SPOILERS! SPOILERS EVERYWHERE!

Here's a VERY self-indulgent thing, with a self-insert -or is it a Bendy insert?- Also disclaimer, English isn't my mother tongue so I'm sorry if there's grammatical errors ^^')

"{...} It was delightful to see such progress. The Ink Demon will stay in this small form indefinitely."

"THESE SON OF A BITCH!"

You slam your fist in anger on your desk. The new game had his downsides, but its also had its qualities, and one of them was definitely the little cute Perfect Bendy (called Baby Benders by the fandom) that followed you around in the city at the beginning of the fourth chapter.

He was just a cute little thing that tried to help, and was easily scared.

Well, or so you thought until getting to the GENT building entrance; seeing the Ink Demon morph into Baby Bendy was... something. You half-expected it -there have been theories after all- but seeing it was another thing entierly.

Anyway, after seeing the toon run away -again- you decided to explore the building. After an encounter with the Keepers (they were fucking creepy you decided after seeing and most importantly hearing them) you found tapes talking about experiences run on the Ink Demon.

The Keepers had tried many things before being able to shrink the demon in his toon form; torture mostly. But what you just heard was different: they admitted that they continu to torture him even when they got him into his weaker state. ENJOYED his screams of pain and tears of ink. And probably continued until the poor thing run away.

To make things worst you can't even hurt them with your pipe and are forced to hide away from their sight. Fuckers.

Anyway, now you are insulting the Keepers and Wilson for what they've done to an innocent guy like him; this isn't the Ink Demon. They said it themselves; he's much more timid in this state, and you saw through the game that he was mostly scared and trying to be helpful, nothing more.

Even then, the Ink Demon technically wasn't bad until Joey started to abuse him; the audio log said as much. At first he was merely roaming around, mostly confused. And yes he may have scared a person or two with his appearance, but it's not like he could do something about it. That wasn't his fault. (RIGHT JOEY? You and your goddamn "just a pencil and a dream" bullshit.)

Now you were officially an Ink Demon apologetic, congratulations for joining us. We have cookies over here and Sammy will play you a tune on the banjo as a welcome. (speaking of which where the fuck is he and the main cast? You haven't seen any of them since the beginning of the game! -asides from a quick cameo of Allisson and Boris in the first Chapter-)

All of that just to say: you were pissed.

Pissed at the Keepers and Wilson that hurted and traumatized so horribly a creature that techincally didn't do anything wrong.

So pissed in fact, that you haven't noticed that your computer was starting to overheat from the numerous hours in a row of playing. (you don't have a gamer computer) So pissed that you even throw a punch at your screen because a Keeper just found you and you needed to evacuate your frustration before getting a game over screen.

So pissed that you didn't see the wave of electricity passing from the game to your hand until you felt it.

"Goddamn piece of shit I'll fucking DESTROY YOU- OW FUCK!"

You wince as you jerk your hand away from the screen in a hurry. The screen is fractured, and your computer shut itself on the impact.

Well looks like I'm good to buy another one. you think bitterly.

However, you quickly forget this when you hear a sound of something falling on the ground in the room next to your bedroom: the living room.

That wouldn't have been a problem if you weren't living alone for at least two years.

And you didn't had guests come over today.

Game and destroyed computer completely forgotten now, you slowly shut your computer off and silently got up. As quietly as possible you go to the living room, phone in hand and the police's number ready to be called. And...

Nothing.

There wasn't anyone in the living room. You frown. You're sure that you heard something! And you don't have pets, you're allergic. You don't have neightbors upon or below you as well so it can't be that either.

"Is someone there?" no response.

No response but a little squeaking noise. You smirked. Got you!

And well, you can't help it. You were just playing BATDR so you allow yourself a quote from its predecessor.

"I know you're in here! Come up and show yourself." Let just hope that whatever it is, it's as friendly as Boris is... you think to yourself.

Silence once again. You hear another noise, this time a shuffling one. Is the thing hiding behind the curtains or under the sofa? It must be quite small then. But wait, if it's small and didn't attacked... Perhaps it's frightened? Then...

"You can come out... I won't hurt you. you say in a much gentler voice and crouched down. I promise."

Is an animal even going to understand me? you ponder before hearing another shuffling noise. It looks like it really is a scared pet and not a robber.

Reassured, you get up put your phone on the table -you don't want to scare it even more with a thing in your hand- and turned back to-

Oh.

You pause. You blink several times to do a double take. You even pinch yourself to be sure that you aren't dreaming. But nope, no matter what you do, you still see the same thing.

Bendy.

In front of you.

Who just got out of hiding under the sofa.

Okay this is it; I lost it. you decide. I have fucking hallucinations now. Great. Awsome. What's the number of the nearest psychiatric hospital?

"Bendy" doesn't say anything -not that he could talk in the game in his toon form- and just continu to look at you with clear hesitation and fear in his eyes.

After doing a staring contest -in which you were FREAKING THE FUCK OUT INTERNALLY- for several minutes, the facts of the situation catches up to you. This is Baby Bendy. A toon that -from what you've just learned- only knows pain, torture, fear and disgust until Audrey came along. And is now in a completely new environnement, with someone that he doesn't know and who's way taller and stronger than him.

And upon remembering that, your resolution disolved.

You know what? Screw it. Even if it's an hallucination... you scrouch down once more in front of him.

In response, he take a step back. Like when he met Audrey... You gulped and try to put a smile on your face.

"Hey... Bendy right?"

Upon hearing his name, the toon take another step back. Yeah that's fair. you think, remembering the blasted recordings.

"I'm sorry if I scared you... you trailed off, not really knowing what to say. I thought there was a robber in my house."

"Bendy" shake his head and put his hands before him like at the begining of chapter four when he met Audrey again. You smile at that.

"Oh so you aren't trying to rob me? you say in an amused tone and smiled even more upon seeing him shaking his head again. Awsome. But then, what are you doing here?"

He seems to think for a bit, before shaking his head again.

"Don't have a clue uh? another shake. Well that makes two of us..."

He doesn't seems too bothered by it, you noticed. Then again, he've seen crazier things... And deadlier things.

You cringed at the thought. However, you quickly smile back at the little devil when he tilt his head to the side in confusion.

"It's nothing little guy. you assure him. I just... didn't expected that I guess. you shrugged. But I'm not complaining! you quickly add to not make him feel bad. Just... I have a living toon that just appeared in my living room now."

He doesn't seem to know how to respond to that, so he just doesn't. Continu to stare at you with his big, pie cut eyes.

Well... He sure as hell won't hurt me. And he's scared and confused... I can't leave him like that can I?

You slowly reach out to him with your hand. As expected, he take another step back, and another, until he's cornered by the sofa. At that he looks up to you with ink-tears at the border of his eyes out of fear and you feel your heart shatter.

"Hey- hey come on, I promise I won't hurt you... you spin your hands so that he can see you don't have anything in -or on- them. See? I don't have anything. And no ink either. I won't hurt you... please?"

It definitely takes longer than with Audrey (then again it's happening afterwards... and he got hurt.) but little by little, he take a step forwards. Then another. And then he hesitantly stretch his hand to touch yours. You smile at that and gently squeeze it.

"See? It doesn't hurt does it?"

He shake his head and show his trademark smile afterwards. The ink-tears are nowhere to be seen. He take another step forwards and then before you knows it he's reaching for your other hand.

You blink at that; you didn't expected him to make another move so quickly. But then you remember; he was really quick to forgive Audrey too, despite the fact that she hurt him.

He's desesperate for affection. you realized.

Now you're the one that risk to cry at any moment. But you shove them off and smiled again -it's starting to hurt but you don't care- and gently, oh so gently you take his other hand.

"There we go little guy." you say softly.

Bendy seemed content with the contact for a while (you're almost certain that you can hear him purr and ohmygod it's so CUTE!) before he starts to move again.

He's moving both of yours arms up, and down, and on the sides and- oh.

He's trying to dance. you realized.

Of course. He's called "The dancing demon" why wouldn't know how to? You laugh softly, earning his attention. You grin.

"May I have this danse, Bendy?"

Upon hearing those words, you can see Bendy beam and his pie cut eyes have stars in them. (it's SO GODDAMN CUTE-) He nod several times, clearly happy and starts to guide you in a dance that you never heard of -probably was popular in the 1930's giving Bendy's creation period- for several minutes.

You let him guide you for a while before he suddenly stops, a growling sound can be heard. He let go of your hand to hide his face in -you suppose- embarassment.

"You're hungry little guy? you say with a smile. It's okay, I can prepare you something-"

You stop. He just looked at you with so much hope in his eyes that it hurts to look at. Then you realize another thing.

Of course. Those bastards certainly didn't give him anything to eat. He's a toon, he probably doesn't need to survive... But. you look at him once more. He can feel hunger too. In the cartoons, they eat as well... and food in the studio is not easy to get when you're his size-

Oh god when was the last time he ate?

Now's not the time to get lost in your thoughts though. You stopped walking and Bendy is looking at you with concern. You shake your head and smile at him.

"I'm okay little guy. So! Up to the kitchen we go!" you say, trying to sound enthousiastic.

In there, you help Bendy sit on one of your chair -the poor thing was too little to actually reach it- and get to work. You tried to remember what he ate in the comics that were released after BATIM and you remembered that he snagged away an apple pie. But you don't have the ingredients... But then you remember that he ate some smashed potatoes in those same comics.

You can do that, you have potatoes. With some sausages too, good thing you went groceries shopping this morning. Decided, you start cooking.

"Here you go Bendy. Careful, it's hot." you say fifteen minutes later as you put the plate in front of the little devil darling.

You try not to chuckle at the obvious droll he show. He really is like a little kid -and eating like one too. You will have to clean after he's done- but for now you don't care.

He's eating like someone will come and snatch the plate out of his arms. you noticed with a pinch of sadness.

Gently, you put a hand on his shoulder. He immediatly tense and look at you with fear.

Oh god I'm going to cry before the end of the day. you think upon feeling tears again rising but you quickly blink to make them go away.

You smiled at him before putting your hand off.

"Don't eat so quickly buddy, you're going to be sick. No one's going to steal your plate okay?" you say instead.

The little toon looked at you with bewilderment before turning to his plate and resume eating- but slower this time. Another smile.

"There we go. You're doing great Bendy."

At the compliment he beams, and finish eating while you're struggling internally to not cry in front of him because of all the implication of such a reaction for a simple compliment-

He's done quickly though. So you're putting off the plate, fork and knife -with a round-end, you were careful about that- before thinking. Bendy never really had a treat since when he was pull from the cartoon world right? Then...

"Say Bendy, how does a desert sound?"

You expected the stars in his eyes but seeing them doesn't pull your heartstrings less. You smile.

"I have some fruits, some yogurt... Oh wait. I think I have something that you will enjoy."

You get to the kitchen quickly, put the dishes in the sink, then go to the fridge. Open it, and smile. You intended to eat it for dinner but there's someone else here that will surely please your unexpected guest.

You come back moments later with a slice of chocolate cake on a little plate and a spoon.

Of course, upon seeing that, you can see the stars in the little devil darling's eyes once again. They only grew bigger when you actually put the plate in front of him.

"Here you go buddy. Hope you'll like it."

You don't have time to finish your sentence that he's already eating it. You chuckle softly. You knew he was going to like it.

Once he's done, you put him off the chair.

"Alright little guy, I have to wash the dishes, then... we can do whatever you want. Sounds good?"

Bendy nodded, and put a thumb up. Another smile -you're really starting to feel a pain for smiling so much but you don't care- and you're back to the kitchen to wash said-dishes. Although... You notice that Bendy followed you here. You don't make a comment but it's clear that he doesn't want to be alone.

Once it's done, you're left wondering. You don't really have toys here, you live alone and don't have kids... So how are you going to entertain the little toon? Then you remember.

"Hey little guy, I have crayons and paper, wanna draw?"

Even though you expected the answer, you can't help but let a relieved breath upon seeing the toon litterally jumping out of joy. You go back to your bedroom -while making sure to leave the door open for the curious little dancing demon that follows you- and get to your desk where you know you leave your papers.

You were about to take the crayons -you do like to draw too from time to time; though you're not near half as good as some people of the Internet you saw- when you hear a soft falling sound. You quickly turn around to see Bendy, on your nightstand -he probably climbed to get on it- who accidentally push off your glass of water that you keep in case of nighttime thirst. As you have forgotten to refill it, it was thankfully empty -you don't want to know what would have happened to Bendy if there was still water in it...- but now the glass was broken.

And Bendy was- oh no.

Bendy was shaking from horns to shoes, looking at the glass then at you with ink-teared eyes. You gently put the sheet of paper on the desk and goes to him with worry.

"Hey- hey buddy... Are you okay? you try to reach for him but he nearly fall off by trying to step back. It's okay- I'm not mad..."

He keeps looking at you with teary eyes. Now's not the time to cry too. you remind yourself.

"I'm not mad Bendy. you repeat in a gentle tone. Accidents happens- it's okay. you smile and offer your hand again. I promise. Let me put you away from the shards though; you can be hurt. And we don't want that right? an hesitant nod. That's right; we don't want that." you repeat gently.

He takes your hand after some hesitation and before putting him on the ground you ponder if your reassurance was enough. He's still crying... You smile. After putting him on the ground again, you hug him.

It's... strange to say the least. He's made of ink but he's solid; and you're not stained either. It's just a bit cold to the touch, and smooth.

But you don't care. What's important here is to reassure Bendy that's you're not mad at him. Poor thing's been abused enough.

"It's okay... I'm not mad. I promise. It's okay..." you repeat over and over while passing your hand behind his head.

You keep doing that until you can feel him stop sobbing. You release him from the embrace and smile again.

"Do you feel better now? a timid nod. That's great. I'm going to clean that now alright? Please stay here, I'll be right back."

Another nod. You notice with a pinch in the heart that he's indeed, not following you this time. You take the broom and the dustpan (you have a sympathic thought towards Henry and a wondering one about how the fuck can you knock someone out with one for Sammy) and go back to your room. Bendy hadn't move and look away while you clean.

After putting all that in the trash, you come back to him.

"All done. Now then... he tense up and you try to not feel bad. we were going to draw weren't we?"

The little devil darling looks at you bewildered. Clearly he hadn't expected the activity to still be on your plan after that incident. You smile again.

"I told you, I'm not mad buddy. you take the sheet of papers and the crayons. So what are we drawing?" you say, giving him some of it and keeping some papers for yourself.

He beams at you and make a "shhhht" motion. You chuckle.

"Alright then, it's a secret."

You can't help but feel protective upon the little ink devil. You've played enough to know at least a bit of what he've been through, and you can't help but promise yourself that if you see Joey, Wilson or the Keepers in real life, there's going to be blood. Ink. Whatever; you're going to make them suffer.

Some hours pass by, and before you know it, it's dinner time. You gently put a hand on Bendy's shoulder.

"Hey little guy. It's time to eat."

He get the head up his drawing -what looks to be Boris- in shock. You chuckled.

"Yeah, we've been drawing for some hours. What do we say that we eat and then we show each other what we draw?"

You get another nod. You smile and take his hand to guide him back to the living room. Put him in the chair, set the table -for two this time- and prepare dinner. Some pastas will do tonight, you're sure your guest won't mind.

You eat in silence -Bendy is making effort to eat slowly; you give him praise for that and try not to cry upon seeing his amazed look- and finish by some yogurt -he did like it!- before you go to do the dishes. Afterwards you put the toon on the ground again, and you two are back in your bedroom, showing each other your drawings.

Yours aren't much; some sketches of Bendy. You were tempted to do Alice and Boris too, but you didn't want to make him confused avout how the hell you know about them. Bendy's are... a lot more. Sketches of his friends with him, even some of what you assume are Henry -a young man with a gentle smile and a pen- and Audrey -you recognize her immediatly-. However...

"Is that... Me?" you say a bit taken aback pointing at some drawings.

To your surprise, Bendy actually nodded. He then stretched the paper to you. But before you take it, he pouted and showed yours. You smile.

"A trade uh? a nod. Alright, seems fair. Here you go buddy." you say, giving him yours.

He beamed, and give his to you. Again, you smile. It really hurts at this point but you don't give two shits about it.

"Thank you Bendy. I really like it."

If possible, the dancing demon looked the happiest that you ever saw him, almost radiant. However, the moment is broken by him yawning. You look at the hour on your phone -that you got back from the living room-.

"Oh. It's quite late... you turn to Bendy. You should sleep."

A blink, then a questionning look. You can understand the unspoken question.

"Where? Well... I only have one bed, or there's the sofa but I don't think you like to be alone."

The toon tense and hesitantly nodded. You gently put a hand between his horns.

"It's okay. You're sleeping with me then. a chuckle. I hope you don't mind good ol' me."

He shook his head at that, and you smile.

"Alright then. Get yourself comfortable, I'm changing myself."

You go to the bathroom for that and try to be quick. Pyjamas, brushing teeths and it's all good. You come back less than a minut later to find Bendy sitting on the bed, his shoes taken off, but not under the sheets. You raise an eyebrow at that but don't comment.

Gently, you put him on the ground to take the sheets off, to then put Bendy under them, and get yourself under them too.

"Comfortable buddy?" you say, getting the comforter on you both.

A yawn answer you before a nod does. You chuckled and hug the little devil. He remind you of a plushie. If a plushie was a living breathing cartoon made of ink.

"Alright then, you say as you can see some "Z" above his head start forming. Goodnight Bendy."

You give him a kiss between his horns before shutting your nightstand's light off and falling asleep not so long after, with a smile on your face.

You didn't get to finish that game but you gain something so much better in return.

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One shot Duskwood

I am a big fan of the game and I really miss everyone on there (I am playing for the 7th time I think ... )

Also, I'm bored...

So I decided to write this one shot that I imagined, english is not my first language so please forgive me for any grammatical errors...

Also, it's a bit long... sorry :)

Consumption of alcohol!

6 months... 6 months without any news from him. Not a single damn text or smiley. I don't know if he got out okay, if he is still alive, got caught by the FBI, nothing. I have tried not to let myself go into despair. I had lived through tragedy already and I am not sure I would have been able to get out of that abyss if I had let myself go.

A few days ago, I finally decided to go to Duskwood. I didn't go before all that because it was too much and felt unreal at the time. Then, Jessy continued to text me and call me every day. Lilly would catch me up about Hannah's health and how herself was doing but never really ask me anything about him. Dan would also write to me regularly asking me all sorts of questions. Thomas never wrote to me but I didn't mind I understood, he wanted to give all of his free time to Hannah. Cleo and I got closer, I love baking and I would sometimes ask her for recipes. With all of them, we never really talked about what happened. Like I said it felt unreal. Jessy kept pestering me to come and see her. I wanted to but I was scared to see them, scared that they wouldn't like me when we were face to face. Earlier this week, I got drunk and with the liquid courage taking control I booked a flight and texted all of them that I was coming. I fell asleep right after sending the text. When I woke up, I saw a lot of text messages and couldn't, for the life of me , remember what happened last and then I saw the text and remembered. Well, now I couldn't back away. I had to go. Drunk me forgot that we had a cat and we need to take care of him. I wasn't working at the moment. So going on a trip wasn't a problem. For a few days, I struggled to find someone to look after my cat. I thought I had to cancel but then I had to ask my ex sister in law to look after him.

The day finally arrives, I'm stressed and I smoke cigarette after cigarette and drink a lot of coffee. A friend of mine kindly gives me a lift to the airport. I am so stressed, I don't talk. After an hour, we arrive at the airport. I give them a hug and leave to check myself in. I brought a suitcase. Apparently, drunk me wanted to stay for two weeks so I had to pack enough clothes for that time. I had asked Jessy if she could have me for this two weeks. She said yes and was so excited at the prospect of me coming. We talked about what we were going to do every day. Thanks to her, I started to get excited to see them. The others really wanted to see me too and texted me every day demanding what I like and would like to do.

Finally, it is time to board. The flight is quite short. We land smoothly. I wait for everyone to leave the plane as it is always annoying when people push you around to get out. We all want to leave no need to rush! I get up and start to go towards the exit. I thank the cabin crew and follow the other passengers. I turn my phone on as I turned it off before boarding. I got a few messages and notifications but I ignore them and call Jessy to let her know that I landed safely. She screams on the phone, excited, and tells me to hurry! I head towards the baggage claim and wait for my suitcase. It takes a few minutes for it to arrive, I grab it and leave the area. Phone in my hand, I try to find the red-haired girl. It doesn't take too long, she spotted me straightaway, she screams my name and runs towards me and throws her arms around me in a tight hug. I laugh at the situation. I am not used to my friends hugging me to say hello to me even if we haven't seen each other for years. I hug her back, touched by the way she is already comfortable with me. She takes my hand and guides me to her car. We sit in the car and we are en route. We don't talk for a few minutes. The silence is comfortable. I look at her with a smile. I can't believe I am here with her. She is really pretty, she turns her head and looks at me. She smiles then I can see it. The sadness behind her cheery behaviour. The hurt and betrayal. I recognize it as I do feel the same. Maybe it is less intense for me but it doesn't matter. We still haven't talked about it. She looks back to the road. I sigh. I break the silence.

Me: So? How far is Duskwood?

Jessy: Oh.. About an hour.

Me: Cool, so what did you plan for today?

Jessy: We are going home first, so you can leave your suitcase. I told everyone that we will meet them at the Aurora tonight. I want to keep you for myself for a few hours.

I am surprised by her words but I am ok with that. I am feeling overwhelmed at the thought of meeting all of them. The rest of the ride is quick, we sing and laugh and talk.

Jessy parks her car in front of her building. I take my suitcase from the trunk and we go up to her apartment. It is a lovely flat, very welcoming and warm like its owner. Jessy shows me her guest bedroom. It is quite small but it is okay for a 2 weeks stay. I leave my luggage inside and get back out. Jessy is preparing some tea. We sit down around the table in the kitchen.

We discuss about who is gonna be there tonight. And then she asks the dreaded question...

Jessy: Have you heard from Jake?

Me: Hum... No, nothing. I don't know if he's alive or captured. I try not to dwell on it. I risk to spiral out of control...

Jessy: I understand... I will stop talking about it then.

She smiles. A sad smile. She understands, even if it is not the same, what it feels like to lose someone we love. Still, we don't talk about what is weighing her down. The sparkle in her eyes has gone and it's not ready to come back. I have to make her talk. I have two weeks to do that. I am sure I will find a way. She stands up and tells me to get my jacket, we are going out! I grab my jacket and follow her outside her building. We start walking. She chats happily, telling me stories when we walk past some buildings or some streets. We arrive at the rainbow café. We go to the counter and make our order. We both take a latte and a piece of cake. We sit down while waiting for our order on the terrace. It's a nice day today, it's sunny and warm. I take my packet of cigarettes and start smoking one. The first one since I landed. Jessy looks at me with wide eyes. I blush while exhaling the smoke through my nose and I laugh.

Me: You should have seen me before my flight I think I drunk 5 cups of coffee and smoked 10 cigarettes I was so stressed to meet you! So yes, I know I smoke and it's bad but can't seem to shake off that bad habit.

Jessy(with a big smile while shaking her head): Well, we are allowed one vice and if it's only that, that's okay, even though it can kill you!

Me: Haha thank you Jessy. I promise I do not have more vices.

We sit there in silence, people watching. I can feel my phone vibrating. Jessy's phone is doing the same. We are looking at each other. I look at my phone, it was the group asking if I had arrived and what I was doing. I reply that I had arrived, that I was with Jessy and I will see them later at the Aurora. Jessy replies that she is keeping me to herself and to stop texting me. She does make me laugh with her genuine honesty. She sends a last text to let them know that we will be at the bar around 7pm. We still had a couple hours before going out. We finish our drinks and make our way to the supermarket to buy something to eat. We come back to her flat, we eat and then we start getting ready. I kind of forgot that it was a possibility that we would go out and I needed something nice to wear which I don't really have in my suitcase. I ask Jessy if she had something I could borrow. I think it will be difficult as she is really tiny compare to me but still she finds a nice dress a bit strechy also it's a bit short but I guess it will have to do. I have some nice shoes to go with the dress. I did think about bringing differents pairs of shoes! We put our dresses on and go to the living room so we can have a make up and hair session. I curl Jessy's hair and apply her make up. I try to make her eyes pop out more. She looks at me, sadness in her eyes. Richy won't be there tonight. I look at my phone, there is a text message from Phil:

I can't wait to finally meet you face to face :)

I answer back

Me too! See you in a bit!

Since he was released from prison, he got in touch shyly at first and then he got more comfortable. He is actually an interesting person when you get to know him. He flirts but it's not too much and I am not going to lie it's quite fun. It's also nice to have the attention of another man even if it's from a man like him. I am really looking forward to seeing him.

Finally, we are ready. We decided to walk to the bar, it's only a 5-minutes walk easy even with our heels!

I stop before the door, fidgeting with my fingers and I take a cigarette from my bag. Jessy stops and looks at me, her eyes questioning me.

Me: I... I am a bit anxious at meeting all of them at once. I am not good when it comes to group. Especially, when I have never met them beforehand.

Jessy: Ok, I get it. You know what? I don't think they are there yet. We can sit at the bar, order a drink and make them say hello to us instead of the other way.

Me (calming down a bit): Yes ! Good idea! Thank you Jessy

I give her a big hug, she is so thoughtful. I finish my cigarette and we go inside. It's still early and the bar is not busy yet. Jessy calls her brother. He turns around wondering who would scream his name like that and he saw his sister. He furrows his brows then looks at me and his face lights up as he recognizes me. He puts the glass he had in his hands down and comes over to us. He gives a quick hug to his sister but a long one to me. He smells nice and he is quite attractive, I understand why women fall for him. I can feel he works out a bit. It feels nice to be hugged by a man again. Finally, he releases me but still keeps his hands on my arms and looks at me in the eyes with a smile that can charm you in an instant.

Phil: Wow, even more beautiful in real life!

I blush a bit, I am not used to get compliments so directly. Jessy slaps him on the arm, embarrassed by her brother's behaviour.

Phil laughs, it's a nice sound.

Phil: What can I get you to drink, ladies?

He goes back behind the bar, waiting for our answers. I choose to have a beer, the red-haired girl a glass of wine. We find two stools at the counter. We sit down with our drinks and Phil comes over to us. He chats a bit as all the clients are served. We hear the door opening, we all turn to see who is coming through. It’s Dan. I walk over to him and hug him. He hugs me back straightaway and twirls me around. He is taller than I thought. And strong! I have been hugged three times already. It’s a weird feeling. We go back to our stools, Dan orders a drink too. Whiskey who knew! Lilly, Hannah and Thomas arrive a few minutes later, Lilly happily gives me a hug. Hannah and Thomas just wave at me and then they order their drinks. We decide to get a table as not everyone could have a stool. We sit down while Cleo joins us. I get hugged again. By this time, I finish my drink. I go to the bar to get another drink. Phil comes over with a huge grin on his face. He asks me what I want and I tell him I want a refill. He nods and takes my glass from me. He fills it up and gives it to me. We start talking.

Phil: So how do you like Duskwood so far?

Me: I haven't seen much yet but I like it and people are nice.

Phil: Yes, I am sure my sister will show you around later in the week. She loves playing the guide!

Me: It is nice to spend time with her. She is so sweet!

Phil: Yes, but I can also show you around.

Phil leans over the counter with a smirk and waits for my answer. While this is happening, a tall dark-haired man enters and stares at us. Before I can answer, I hear Hannah screaming "JAKE!!". I turn around and see her running towards the guy who is still staring at us. He turns to Hannah just in time for him to catch her into his arms. Lilly follows and hugs her siblings. I freeze at this sight. Jake is freaking alive and here. Lilly and Hannah knew but I didn't. I don't know what to feel. I am relieved, yes but something happened to my heart. It breaks in million pieces. He is well and alive, showing his face to anyone so he's probably not hunted anymore. Although, we are in Duskwood, I am not sure about the CCTV here but still... So he is here and he didn't tell me. I am not angry, I am disappointed, saddened. I can feel Jessy looking at me, she has a strained smile as she sees my face and I think she understands. I finally move, I grab my drink and my cigarettes and I go outside. Jessy follows me, she stays a few feet away from me while I light my cigarette. I turn around. She doesn't move and waits for me to talk. I don't really feel like talking. I take big gulps of my drink, finish my cigarette.

Me: Come on, Jessy. Let's get drunk and forget about all that bullshit.

She grins, I know she needs it and was waiting for someone with whom she could do that. We get to the bar and we order some shots. Phil is surprised by our orders but he doesn't ask any question. I feel someone approaching behind me. He touches my shoulder and waits for me to turn. I know who it is but I don't want to deal with that, with him. I turn around. He is taller than me I have to tilt my head up to look at him as he is quite close to me. My breath hitches while I look at his beautiful face. Yes, he is handsome at least to me. He stares at me intensely.

Jake: Hey you.

Me: Hi.

Jake: Can we go somewhere quiet to talk?

I look at him again, wondering if I should. I hear Phil putting our shots down and say to his sister "Who's that guy?", I can't hear Jessy's answer as I answer.

Me: No, tonight I intend to get drunk and spend my time with my friends.

He whispers back an ok while putting his hand in his hair. I ignore him and turn back to Jessy and we start drinking. I can hear him leave. Phil looks at me, I can sense he wants to ask me something but I also ignore him. I don't want to deal with that, I am here with and for my friends. Lilly sits down next to me. I know she wants to talk to me about him.

Lilly: I'm sorry.

Me: Why are you sorry, Lilly?

Lilly: For months, I knew he got out of the mine ok and we have been texted since then.

Me: Hmmm, ok. Why didn't you tell me anything?

Lilly: I don't know, you never asked me anything about him so I guessed that you knew he was ok.

Me: Fair enough. Are you drinking with us?

She looks at me, puzzled, but then she nods and orders a drink. We drink more shots and suddenly Jessy, who is starting to get tipsy, stands up a bit wobbly and yells "it's my song. Let's dance bitches!"

We go on the dancefloor, and we start to dance. I glance quickly at the table of our friends and I see Jake talking with Hannah, his eyes looking at my direction. He smiles shyly at me, while nodding at whatever Hannah is saying. Hannah sees the interaction and moves closer to him. I guess they still haven't talked to her about their connection. I sigh, the longer they wait the more difficult it will be for her. Jessy comes next to me with a shot. I take it from her hand and down it. The music changes and it's a slow dance. Jessy grabs me and we start dancing. I can feel her shaking. I pull away to look at her face and I see that she is crying. The alcool is making its effect. All the emotions she has kept bottled up are trying to get out. I bring her back into my arms and stroke her hair. She hugs me even tighter, desperate. She is full-on sobbing now and she doesn't seem to stop. I rock her with the music and after a few minutes she seems to calm down a bit. Now, everyone is looking at us, worried. We stay like this for long minutes, rocking together. Me, stroking her hair and her sobs turning into sniffles. She is still holding onto me as if her life depended on it. I stop moving and she looks up with her red eyes, watery. I tell her that we will grab a glass of water for her and then we will go outside to get some fresh air so she can sober up a bit.

I can feel everyone's eyes on us. I look at them and smile to show that there is no need to worry. I grab my bag and we are outside. We sit down on the floor, our back against the wall of the bar, staring at whatever is in front of us but our mind's sight is playing us different images. I grab Jessy by her shoulders so she can rest her head on mine.

Jessy: I am sorry. I don't know what happened...

Me: It's ok, Jessy. It happens to everyone. No one has talked about what happened and it needs to get out one way or another. I arrived only today but everything is starting to get too real. I was fine at home as everything felt surreal and that I never met him in real life. It felt like I was watching a serie, I was a spectator. After his confession, I thought that you would all fade away from my life, I don't know. Just stop talking to me and that after a few weeks I would think that I just imagined all of that. But, you, Jessy, you kept talking to me as if nothing happened, Dan and Cleo also. I don't even know if you have told them the truth. I don't know the end of the story here. I am grateful for your friendship but friends talk to each other especially during the hard times. So Jessy, talk and don't stop until your heart feels lighter and the weight that has been weighing you down is gone. You think you are hiding well what you feel but I can see the sadness in your eyes, that sparkle that I could see in your eyes on the pictures or the video calls before Richy betrayed us has gone and it's been 6 months and it's not back. I want to see it back. You need to process all of that but first you have to talk.

While I finish my speech, everyone was in front of us, listening. I didn't even realise. There is a moment of silence where everyone thinks about what I just said. They start to sit down, drinks in hand, Jessy puts her arms around my waist and she starts talking. She talks a lot, how she misses him and even though she feels betrayed she would have forgiven him everything. She tells some funny anecdotes and the others join in, we finish by all laughing. Jessy, still wrapped around me, tells us that we should go inside, she thanks me for everything and that she is feeling better. I look at all the faces and I can see they feel relieved to have finally talked about that. They look less closed off and a bit freer. We stand up, Jessy still in my arms. Dan takes us both in his arms, he kisses me on the cheek and thanks me. Then all of them stand up and we end up in a group hug. I let them all go inside and I stay behind to smoke my cigarette. Jake is still there, he was hanging at the back while all of that was happening. I ignore him, I don't feel like talking to anyone for now. I walk over to the wall where I lean against it. He joins me silently and stands next to me facing the street. We stay there without talking for a while. It's nice to feel his presence and the silence is comfortable. I still don't say anything, I enjoy my cigarette. What happened earlier did take a toll on me but I think I don't want to admit it. I should process all of that but I don't really care at the moment. I am happy that Jessy has been able to say what she was feeling and that everyone else was there, also, to listen. I look at the man standing next to me, wondering why he was still there since he hasn't said a word to me since his arrival. He turns his head and looks down to me. His face serious. He breaks the silence.

Jake: That was nice of you to make Jessy talks, she clearly needed it as did the others.

Me: Yes, well it was my goal for this vacation to make Jessy talk. I didn't think I would have been able to do it today though.

Jake: And what about you?

Me: What do you mean? what about me?

Jake: Who are you talking to if you need it?

Me: Aah... Don't worry about it. I am used to people relying on me for their emotional support and for the moment they need me so who cares about me? I came here for them not for me.

Jake: I do care about your feelings...

Me: Do you? I seem to recall that you ghosted me for 6 months and I know now that you talked to Lilly during that time. So please don't talk about how you care about me. I don't want to get into it right now.

Before, he can say anything Hannah, who seems to have been looking for him, approaches us. She gets close to Jake and puts her hand on his chest while looking at me as if to say he is hers. I try to stifle a smile but apparently fail as she looks at me now with an angry frown. Seriously, they really need to tell her. She gets even closer to him. I look at him, smiling widely now as he doesn't seem to understand what is going on. He looks at me and then realises what's happening so he pulls away a bit and brings her back inside. I still stay a bit longer outside. Lilly joins me after a few minutes. I can see the resemblance between her and Jake, they have the same eyes but Lilly's have a warmth to them that isn't there in Jake's.

Me: You haven't told Hannah about Jake.

Lilly: How do you know?

Me: Her behaviour. You don't do that with your brother. I know it's none of my business but you should tell her sooner rather than later.

Lilly: We talked about it and we think it's better to wait until she is more stable.

Me: What do you think will happen now? or later? It will be exactly the same at least now she isn't completely in love with him and it will be easier to recover from that.

Lilly: But... She is with Thomas?

Me: Doesn't matter. Old feelings can always come back especially if he is still as nice as he was online when they first met.

Lilly: I guess you are right. We should tell her and do that rather quickly.

I nod, there is nothing else I can say. She sighs.

Lilly: Also, Jake wants me to talk to you.

Me: Seriously, Lilly? There is nothing else to say. I said what I wanted to say, he didn't want to talk to me for 6 months and he just appears as if I haven't been waiting for him. Don't get me wrong, I am glad that he is alive and well. And free?

Lilly: Yes, he is free. I think he should...

Me: Lilly, enough. I don't think I can get over my disappointment like that. He didn't want me, it's fine. I can live with that. At least, now, I have my answer and I won't keep wondering what happened to him. I just don't want to talk about it tonight. That's not why I am here. Not for him.

As the conversation ends, Lilly goes back inside while Phil comes out. He comes to me and gives me a hug. I wrap my hands around his chest and put my head on his shoulder. He kisses the top of my head.

Phil: Thank you for looking after Jessy like that. She clearly needed it. How are you feeling?

Me: I am ok. I think. Too many emotions though. I need another drink.

He laughs and guides me back inside while holding my hand. I can feel eyes on me, I turn around and I see some of my friends watching us, puzzled. I shrug, I don't really care what they think. Phil gets behind the bar and serves me another beer and another shot. I drink the shot and I go towards the group. I sit next to Jessy with a big smile. I am happy to be here, with all of them. Jessy stands up, goes to the bar and comes back with more shots and we drink. I am starting to feel tipsy but it's a nice feeling. We get up and we start dancing while still drinking and getting obviously more drunk. Dancing with high heels, it's not easy. I walk to the table and sit down next to Jake. I take my shoes off and wriggle my red toes. Jake chuckles next to me, I turn around and I flash him with my biggest smile. I start talking to him about random stuff and he goes along, answering back. I put my feet on the chair, it gets me closer to him and my knees fall onto his lap. While I am still talking, not really realising what is happening, I see him looking down and up at my legs. His eyes stop at the part of my tattoo sticking out underneath the dress. He looks up at me, a bit embarrassed at being caught. I smile and I see Hannah coming over with an angry face but when Jake looks at her, she gives him a wide smile and she sits down next to him. Jessy grabs my arm and tells me to go back on the dancefloor. We dance for a few songs and then my favourite song is playing. I turn to Jake and he is still talking to Hannah. Well, Hannah is talking to him while he is staring at me, nodding along. I run towards them, I grab his hands and bring him with me on the dancefloor. I wrap my arms around his neck and I lay my head on his chest. He takes him a few seconds to realise what is happening and finally he gently grabs my waist and brings me closer to him. We move slowly with the music. I move my arms around his chest and he tightens his hold on my waist. I close my eyes and I enjoy the moment. I was saying earlier that it was nice being held by a man again but this is way better. There is a connection there that I didn't feel with Phil. I am still disappointed with him but I am guessing that he will easily be able to find a way for me to forgive him. The song ends but I don't want to move. The next song is playing and we still stay that way. After a while we pull away from each other, Jake is smiling at me, I think he didn't expect me to do that. I stand on my toes and whisper in his ear.

Me: Thank you for dancing with me but you are not forgiven.

Jake: I understand. Will you have a coffee with me tomorrow when you are sober?

I nod and smile at him. Jessy brings me back to reality and we dance till the end of the night.

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fallout-drabbles-n-stuff · 4 years

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Hi again! Sorry for not using ask box at first, I'm on mobile lol. Anyways I was hoping you can do the compainions with a male reader who has PTSD and fluff happens? Its no biggue if you can't! Thanks!

Cait:

(I strongly headcanon she has ptsd as well)

“Hey, ya aren’t looking too good......oh shite.”

All because the house you were searching scrap for had a particularly familiar blue crib within it. She knew from the second your eyes went hazy that something was gravely wrong. However it was when you approached the crib and you became numb to her touches and words she was queued to take action.

With a light sigh she finally forced your unseeing gaze away from the crib, dismayed at the far off look your eyes held.

“Sole, look at me, you’re stronger than this.” She whispered in an uncharacteristically soft voice. “Come on, let’s just get out of here and go get a pint. Sound good?”

Curie:

“Shh, everything is alright mon amour.”

To say she was confused at first would be a vast understatement. It was for once a normal day, no scavenging, no violence, not even a disenchanted settler going off. Everything was calm and yet you could do nothing to stop the horror of a long gone scene rearing its ugly face, sending terror coursing through your veins. To add to your dismay, you couldn’t stop yourself from striking the petite scientist when she got too close. The illusion was abruptly torn away to reveal her bloody nose and hurt look in her eyes.

After this you tried your best to try to explain yourself through feverish tears, only to be stopped by her with her understanding gaze as she gently sat you down and made haste to administer a mild tranquilizer to ease your troubled mind.

Danse: (he canonically has ptsd)

“Soldier? Sole look at me, I know what you’re going through. I’ve got you.”

Danse definitely isn’t the best at emotional thing, let alone comforting someone. However when he was laying beside your trembling form in your shared bed he knew he had to do something. He took it upon himself to roll you to face him, sighing as you adverted your red tearful eyes from meeting his gaze.

“I-..Danse, it was like I was there all over again.” You sniffled, gasping as he hummed whilst bringing you close into his chest.

“Y-you’re not anymore, no..you’re safe now. I..I wouldn’t let you be in that situation ever again.”

Although he knew well that words would never stop the traumatic nightmares much less absolve either of you from the burden, at least it calmed you.

Deacon:

“Woah, sole it’s just me!”

Naturally Deacon reverted using humor when he saw the first signs of your distress. He was quick to realize the severity of the situation whenever you whipped your head back to look at him with terrified eyes and your hand quickly reaching for your gun.

Luckily you were able to snap yourself out of it before anything terrible became of the situation, but from there on Deacon knew to avoid certain places and worked especially hard on spending a few off days with you to give the rest your mind desperately needed.

Gage:

“God damnit sole, get your head back about ya.”

He’d beat himself to hell and back over it once he realized what was really going on. But..when sole first displayed symptoms of an episode he teased them about it at first, the playfulness fading into annoyance when they refused to leave their home and get their “overboss duties” taken care of for the day.

It was when sole got angry enough to buck up to the raider that he understood exactly what was going on. Well, it was more or less the trembling and tense jaw that gave it away.

“I...I’m sorry.”

Hancock:

“Don’t fret, I’ve gotcha sunshine.”

To be perfectly honest Hancock has seen all kinds of shit being mayor of Goodneighbor so seeing sole absolutely lose their shit at the sound of glass shattering wasn’t a particularly strange ordeal. He didn’t even think to directly link it to an underlying mental illness, no, that wasn’t at the forefront of his mind at the time. The first thing he did was tend to the symptoms of the blatant panic attack, popping a fresh inhaler of jet into his sunshine‘s mouth to calm them down.

Of course after they were calmed he gingerly approached the subject and once they revealed what caused the abrupt panic he gave a solemn smile and nodded in acknowledgement, pulling you into his arms for a loving hug.

Macready:

“Take as much time as you need boss, the caps will still be out there for our taking later.”

He was pretty accustomed to people with ptsd, but seeing his dearest inflicted with him made his heart pang. Either way he understood that even if it wasn’t a flashback or something big, your sudden lack of motivation was also because of the illness. So despite his nature he just laid in bed beside you, occasionally getting up to get food and so, trying to take your mind off of whatever was preoccupying it.

Maxson:

(Totally has ptsd as well)

“It doesn’t make it any better, I know, but I’m here for you.”

He’s grown to suspect every soldier in the brotherhood would eventually develop some form of a stress disorder but that still didn’t prepare him to see his precious sentinel in such disarray and fearful when he approached them overlooking the railing of the airship.

“Sole...” he started with a sigh, his fingers nervously twitching when you didn’t acknowledge his words. “Let’s go back inside.” Was all he could say, eventually just resorting to wrapping an arm around your waist and leading you to captain Cade’s office. That night he did his level best to provide you as much comfort as possible, fixing you both a glass of whiskey and snuggling into your side.

Nick Valentine:

“Doll, if this is too close to home it’s alright.”

He should’ve known better than to bring you along a case, a case where a parent was trying to find their missing child. He just knew it wouldn’t be okay. His suspicions were confirmed as you started to feel in horror walking down a familiar path, unwanted thoughts progressively turning into complete flashbacks as Boston’s chilly air seemed to overtake you. Reminding you all over again of the cold tomb you awoke out of. Before you knew what was happening you were sitting on the cold cement curb of some ruined highway with nick close beside you, sharing a cigarette while gazing at the sky. That was the first and only case nick didn’t get to resolve with you since your partnership.

Old Longfellow:

“Alright cap’n, calm down.”

He would of course been around long enough to see a whole rainbow of ptsd related symptoms. Seeing sole’s widened eyes and quickened breath at a seemingly harmless remark of a harbor person, he knew what was up. That being said he isn’t exactly a “let’s hug it out” kind of person so he instead settled for bringing his lover back to their cabin and pouring some drinks. He wouldn’t dare ask what caused that reaction but if sole was apt to speak he’d be happy to listen.

Piper:

“Um blue..you know I don’t expect you to do all of this, right?”

It was quite the unusual symptom of ptsd but no matter what, even if you were sick you just couldn’t stop yourself from going the extra mile in absolutely everything you do for piper. That wasn’t a bad thing per se but..whenever you began to not even sleep more than four hours before waking and wanting go hound for more stories she knew something was terribly wrong.

It took a while to drag it out of you but once she took time to sit and you let the cat out of the bag she was horrified at first but slowly began to understand. So to attempt to remedy your illness she takes special care to remind you that it isn’t necessary to always be doing something for everyone. Self care is key.

Preston:

“General, for once..the settlements can wait.”

He was well aware of your illness the very first time you displayed even a minor trait. So once the nightmares shook you into a hallucinating awareness he embraced you through your vicious yells and even your pained sobs. The next morning when you tried to pretend nothing happened he hugged you once more, taking your gun from your hands before shaking his head.

“Let’s take today off..”

X6-88:

“Sole just breathe.”

Calm and collected was his m.o., no matter what. Be it his programming or just his core personality. That being said he truly did feel concern whenever he saw his normally equally calm love spiral down into a feverish frenzy of anger and confusion. However instead of wasting time he simply teleported back to the institute with you in (embarrassingly enough) literally in his arms, marched up to the doctor and demanded immediate assessment and treatment. Ranks be damned.

#fallout #fo4 companions #fallout companions #hancock #curie #fallout 4 #macready #paladin danse #tw ptsd #sorry if there are any errors i wrote this in a hurry

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fishyelvenantics · 3 years

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After reading this post I can only think of one thing...

Abe sits down on the same staircase, reading the same old poetry books as always, he cannot help but to think of her, golden eyes, soft hair, warm smile, still, nothing makes her justice, no single word can compare to the beauty of his beloved princess, and while he is no poet, he finds himself whispering verses about nobody else but her.

"Eyes bright, radiant, akin to ambers, golden blush across her soft cheeks, a comforting smile on velvet lips, delicate yet showing her scars like badges of honor, ethereal, truly, a sight able to leave the beholder breathless," he munbled, pacing all over the library, how silly, boyish, to talk in such ways when he didn't have the courage to tell her, yet there he was daydreaming of her, coincidentally enough, to his luck or dismay, he wasn't alone.

"I believe I haven't read that one yet," said Nuala, her voice echoing through the room as she entered, her footsteps quiet, wearing that blue dress that looked so perfect on her, "Can I read it with you?" She asked, Abraham wasn't sure what to tell her, he had no words and it took him a couple of seconds to think of something.

There was no use on lying to her, was it? "I... I actually just made that up..." he didn't have to tell the whole truth, just avoid the topic for the sake of playing it safe, "I'm no poet, that is for granted, but..."

"It was really beautiful," she said, he swore that smile had made his heart stop once again, "Wonder who inspired such piece, that person must be beautiful."

She had to be kidding, but she wasn't one to joke that way, "Actually..." what was he doing? Goodness, he must have lost his mind, against his better judgement, he spoke, "I was thinking of you..." his tone was soft, embarrased, he looked away, regretting even opening his mouth on the first place.

Nuala's eyes widened in surprise, "Me?" He could feel the genuine surprise on her, he worried that he was invading her privacy, could she feel his nervousness or was it really that obvious? The princess chuckles, "Abraham, don't joke like that, that can't be me."

"It is!" He stopped himself, thinking of what would he say nect "It is you, why would it be someone else?"

"I'm not as pretty as who you describe."

Nonsense! Why would she say that? His words didn't even make her justice, what would he tell her? That she is besutiful, wonderful, akin to a goddess, the kindest soul he's ever met, a light among darkness, a lighthouse in a storm? That he wished he could be something else, something worthy of holding her hand? Worthy of be by her side? That she was the most beautiful person he's ever seen?

"Don't deprecate like that," she told him. Were his toughts so loud? If he could blush he'll be bluer than usual.

"Princess, don't think of yourself as such, if you could see yourself as I do..."

"If you could do that too..."

He doesn't know what happened next other than he felt her soft, warm lips against his cold cheek, seeing her face blush as she smiled and walked away, leaving him clutching the spot she had kissed.

"If you only knew..."

Thanks @just-someone-who-likes-to-write for the post that inspired this, sorry for the tagging, I'll remove it if it bothers you

#listen I wrote this in a hurry on my phone so sorry for any grammatical error #abe sapien #princess nuala #abraham sapien #hellboy #hellboy movie #hellboy 2 the golden army #nuala

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natsumiheart · 4 years

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I just wanna say how tired I am with some oumota shippers and their argument that oumasai is a bad ship cause apparently Shuichi never cared about kokichi and is annoyed with him and that oumota is better cause kokichi "opened up" to kaito like what they both were dying and kokichi had to convince kaito to work with him so he had to tell the truth that he wasn't the mastermind or else they'll die a meaningless death.I just really wanted to say this cause its driving me insane

Anonymous said:

Btw i was the anon that sent that ask ranting about oumota shippers saying oumota is better than oumasai and I just wanna clarify that I don't hate oumota shippers cause I know its their opinion and everyone can ship what they want but i feel like I really needed to tell someone about it cause it has been messing with my head and I don't have any irl friends that like DR and this blog felt the safest to vent to

Oh my goodness I’m so sorry you’re dealing with those people! I have a friend who is actually suffering from the same exact thing. Constant harassment from Ou**ta shippers saying Oumasai is toxic. I’m happy you feel like this is the safest blog to vent to ;; And just to make you feel better, here are a bunch of reasons why YOU’RE 100% RIGHT! and you shouldn’t be attacked or ashamed of how you feel towards that ship and all that hate towards yours. If anyone says Shuichi hated Kokichi and never cared for him just read this post! https://natsumiheart.tumblr.com/post/177427505177/hewwo-what-are-your-opinions-on-the-people-who

Warning: If you like Kaito x Kokichi I recommend you don’t read what’s under the cut, I don’t want to diss anyone’s ship in front of their face. That’s just insensitive, and the last thing I want is to ruin someone’s day. Unless you really want to know why others don’t feel the same as you, then don’t check out this post. Thank you!

Note that while I mention the bunch of reasons why this ship just straight up wouldn’t work out, I’m going to ignore the fact that Kaito acts very homophobic and transphobic in the japanese version of the game. I’ve mentioned it in this blog a bunch of times before, and it’s pretty obvious that everyone ignores his Homophobia so I’m just going to pretend as if he’s not homophobic and break down why exactly this ship wouldn’t work out even without him being homophobic in the first place. But I’m definitely not going to exclude how he acts towards guys in general.

> Kaito treats most guys he meets like trash, unless he respects them. Whenever Kaito finds a guy acting “Weak” he literally looks down on them, even gets frustrated with them. Huge proof is how he treated Shuichi for crying over Kaede, and then later punching Kokichi because he was acting “Weird”. Kaito was a huge fan of Ryoma, but when he saw what he has become, someone who has given up on his future, he started treating him badly, and after Ryoma was dead he even talked badly on him calling him “Weak.” and a “Sissy.” Not being able to understand the pain Ryoma was going through or how things were for him. He also got creeped out by Korekiyo for acting like a girl before he even revealed that he was “posessed” by his sister. Aren’t all those moments in the game enough proof that Kaito just straight up doesn’t like guys at all in that way? Then how could he *love* a guy, and Kokichi of all people. Heck, Gonta x Kaito make more sense than Kaito x Kokichi, even though he yelled at Gonta once for crying and being too weak for a man.

It’s shown multiple times in the game that Kaito treats guys like trash, and he treats Kokichi the worst of all.

Note: I do think Kaito can change the way he acts towards guys, but I don’t he will ever love one romantically.

> I think we can all agree that Kokichi is really hard to deal with sometimes. He distances himself so much from everyone as much as he could, and he won’t back down that easily even if it meant hurting others’ feelings. He keeps lying constantly so no one can figure him out or get close to him. We don’t exactly know the reason why, but he has major trust issues and it shows.That is the reason why for us, seeing Shuichi listed under “Trustworthy” was a big deal. (But I’m not going to dive deep into that since I already did multiple times in this blog.) My point here is that Kokichi needs someone with patience, someone who could understand him a bit and why he does what he does. Someone to decipher his actions and break down his walls, but isn’t afraid to sometimes step his foot down and tell him that his actions are wrong and he’s harming others as well as himself. Kaito on the other hand grows frustrated with guys so quickly, he doesn’t listen to their reasoning before heading in for physical violence. THAT is exactly the opposite of what Kokichi needs! And I still don’t understand how others can’t see it! When Kaito punched Kokichi in chapter 4, he was already in so much despair over seeing the secret of the outside world and that punch made it worse. To the point he stayed silent then locked himself in his room. How in the world do people actually see this ship as better than oumasai? I don’t get it.

Kokichi shouldn’t be with someone that will treat him like trash, and physically (if not also emotionally) harm him for how he’s acting.

> Opposites sometimes attract, but POLAR opposites do not. and I’m talking from personal experience here, two people who are different in so many ways (ESPECIALLY THEIR WAY OF THINKING) will end up fighting 24/7. It was shown again and again in the game that Kokichi and Kaito do not get along thanks to how different their approach is to things and their seemingly different upbringings. Ships between two characters who fight a lot just make me so uncomfortable and disturbed, because I know how these relationships actually end up in real life. Fights do happen in relationships sometimes, it’s even needed to strengthen the relationship, to realise that no matter what happens you STILL love your partner, but when you fight every single time you talk? That’s a bad sign!

Fighting is NOT romantic and it never will be! And when it has physical violence mixed in? My god. Please do yourself a favor and break up with your partner if they keep hitting you.

> Kaito doesn’t ever side with Kokichi:

He literally said in chapter 4 “I don’t wanna survive it means I have to stoop to your level!” and Kokichi said “Then die in a hole for all I care! WE wanna LIVE, so stop getting in our way!”. Kaito will never be on Kokichi’s side, Even if it meant his death and the deaths of all his friends.

When Kaito realised that maybe watching all the motive videos together would’ve prevented a murder from happening Shuichi is the one that points out that it was what Kokichi was trying to do. But then Kaito is like “Huh, really?” Then brushes it off. Because of course, of course Kokichi wants murders to continue. Right?

Even after Kokichi spilled everything to him because he was literally about to die and really wanted Kaito to go along with his plan and believe him. Kaito still stated that he still thought he only thought of himself. Even after Kokichi sacrificed himself to save HIM from the poison and MAKI from being his murderer. He still hated him and didn’t believe him. The only reason Kaito went along with his plan was because he was about to die anyway, he was running out of time and he needed to get out even if it meant following Kokichi’s plan and killing him in the process.

When two people actually love each other they have each others backs. But with these two, they never will.

> I don’t believe Kokichi hated Kaito. But he literally thinks he is stupid and is a bad influence on everyone. These two have a relationship of two siblings that can’t stand each other. I always see myself and my brother in them, which is another reason why their ship makes me beyond uncomfortable. My brother puts his trust in people way too easily, and believes whatever tf his brain comes up with because y’know it’s him and “he’s always right”. He would never take a second to think that maybe he’s wrong, just like Kaito and his hunch. I on the other hand find him incredibly stupid, we argue a lot because our way of thinking and our beliefs are very different, we even used to hit each other a lot. We never really got along. And the way Kokichi and Kaito act around each other really reminded me of it, but you don’t know me and you don’t know my brother so why should you take my word for it? An example I like to use when trying to explain this point to others is the relationship between Stanley and Stanford in Gravity Falls, those two fought a lot in the show but in the last episode they had to work together on a plan despite their differences. Doesn’t it remind you of a certain story that happened in the game? Kokichi and Kaito’s relationship resembles theirs so much it’s insane.

I feel like the game tried to show us how these two are more like siblings but on bad terms, even giving them similar hair and eye colors. But that flew straight over every rivalry shipper’s head.

These are some of the reasons why Ou**ta wouldn’t work out and can’t even be a thing in the first place, I said it before and I’ll say it again: I could write a book about this topic. But I’m kinda busy today and I have to leave the house soon- I hope you’re convinced that you are actually right. (I’ve been told countless times that I’m wrong leading me to question myself, so I wanted to help out by reassuring you that your feelings are valid and you’re not wrong in this situation at all) Saying Oumasai is toxic for one line Shuichi said while he was angry and defending his friend, while shipping Ou**ta and ignoring all this stuff is like the most hypocritical thing anyone can say.

And yeah, people should ship whatever they want. Lots of people ignore characters’ feelings and ship the crackiest of ships, making very OOC art and fanfiction. And they can do that! But they can’t go around dissing people for their ship while supporting an obviously flawed one. Honestly you shouldn’t attack people for their ships in the first place, no matter what YOU ship. Just stay in your own bubble and stay away from the ships you dislike. It’s not that hard!

If you’re an Ou**ta fan reading this, I just want to say thank you for reading this far, and I’m really not saying you should stop supporting your ship. I’m just explaining why we feel this way towards it and the evidence we have behind it. If you’re one of the people who go around attacking shippers while boasting your ship. Please stop? Seriously, stop giving a shit about other people’s opinions and life will suddenly become much easier.

I’d like to clarify: If anyone responds to this post telling me I’m wrong, I’m not responding. My blog is for me to post art, sometimes funny stuff to make people’s days, interact with my followers and draw their requests, or ranting about topics I’m passionate about (Mostly DR). I do not want it to be a place for ship discourse, so if I get disagreeing replies or asks I’m going to ignore them like I always do whenever I post these rant type blogs. I hope you understand.

#asks #rant #danganronpa #drv3 #New Danganronpa V3 #ndrv3 #cn you tell that i really dislike this ship PFPF #i really love the two characters and want them to be friends by fixing their relationship i just reaaally dislike them as a couple #an i hate ut so much when people ignore EVERYTHING that happened in the game between them #ad then say our ship is toxic??? wheres the logic did you drop it somehwere 😂#i wanna tag this as anti ou**ta but im scared it will show up in that ship's tags so im not gonna #there are no cases of the virus in my village btw so dun worry about me leaving the house im safe here i promise 😂#im sorry if theres any spelling mistakes or grammar errors btw i wrote this in a hurry PFPF

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