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echantedtoon · 4 months ago

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Not Thy Neighbor, Thy Want-To-Be Lover

As you sit and do your job, a monster who's became infatuated perfects himself into the perfect man to become your husband.

(Warnings for mentions of death, blood, killing, and maybe yandereish themes.)

"Mmm...Hello."

A thin glass was all that separated himself and the one.

Tired eyes stared endlessly into the glass, the one thing separating himself from the one destined to be his. The image reflected in the glass and staring into his soul was one of perfection. Spent MONTHS perfecting on and heading many warnings for in order to slip by and gain access to what's destined to be his. Tired eyes that took a lifetime to perfect darkening his skin cells to the exact right shade of black to pass as sleep depravation. Forcing his outside to crease to perfect every wrinkle. Spots to form every freckle. Every little detail on the outside.

Just so he could come back every day and see her again.

"Mr. Mosses?"

"Hm?" Perfectly replicated eyes blinked surprised at the woman on the other side who just rose a deadpanned brows higher. "I asked for your identification, Sir." Her petite hand gestured a finger pointed downwards meaning the slot hole in front of him. "If you could please hand it over, Mr. Mosses."

Professional.

She was always professional. Never asking about your day or small talk legitimately at all. Only professional talk doing her work until her night shift was over and the day doorman came to take her place until her next shift again. The room he stood had two doors. One leading into the building and one leading out with both being able to lock him securely in until the disposal team came in to kill him.

IF he was caught that is.

He hasn't been caught YET. Many run ins with trying his disguise out on the outside and on people who knew the old milkman ensured his new body would get perfected everyday. Every second. All just to start his new life in society and eventually getting everything he wanted.

"I'm sorry. Yes of course." Hands perfected humanly reached into his clothes and pulled out a stolen ID card but it was technically him now so rightfully it was his too. The small thing slid into the slot and down into the small secured office as her eyes looked at it. "Forgive me. The extra shifts have gotten me a little tired."

"Please ensure that you remember next time,Sir," was her automatic response as she held it up along with two pieces of paper. No doubt comparing the actual legit ID card to the information on the sheet. The other one a checklist her hand marked off with a pen. Always following every procedure to the T. He'd expect nothing less of the one who'd be his wife. "Entry request form please."

"Of course. I have it right here." Another smaller folded piece of paper was taken from the same pocket anf inserted into the same slot.

Her hands unfolded it as the same routine as the ID card examination repeated. She was perfect as she read. Eyes narrowed in focus and brows furrowed in determination. She was all perfect. It's what he wanted really. There was others of his mind that took her nature for granted but all almost had the same dream. A life. He wanted that when he first came to this place. It was plastered as the one true life and he fell hard for the fantasy.

To live a life of normality. Humanity.

Having a nice home with a picket fence and a steady job with a cute little wife and children to come home to. He knew he wanted that. What counted as 'family' to him before was nothing. Only caring about themselves. Most of his kind were killers. Killing their way to get a place in society only it failed miserably every single time for the blood thirsty ones. He never saw a Dopple that was successful except one. In human terms she would've been considered his 'cousin' as she was a spawn born from one of his sire's 'siblings'. He recognized her even through her absolutely PERFECT human disguise. She had taken a woman's place, Lois Stilnsky if he remembered right. She looked perfectly happy hanging onto the arm of her new husband and bouncing a toddler son that couldn't have been older than two maybe three at the time he saw the family. Whether the baby boy was hers after taking the old wife's place or was already born before his possible original mother was done away with he didn't know. But she had looked absolutely happy to take over his raising herself and become a wife and mother.

He wanted that. By any means necessary. Oh he never killed the original Francis. Yes he copied his appearance. Yes he took the old Francis's ID. Yes he now WAS Francis Mosses..But he wasn't the one who killed the original. He wasn't sure if he was going to kill the original. Oh he heavily contemplated it as he studied every route he made on his delivery route. Studying EVERY customer new, old, and current. His boss, coworkers, friends, but no family..He didn't have any family left which made things easier in the long run. But besides the point- He spent HOURS looking through windows studying every INCH of his apartment and routine just to make himself perfect!

However he wasn't the only one who decided he'd be the perfect topic. He studied him and spent time making sure he'd be perfectly blended in. The one who actually did the deed was fast and hasty. Did away with the original messily. He still cringed at the gruesome memory of him being devoured like a steak fed to a dog. The idiot then adapted his form and ran off without even taking the ID or forms needed. He was dead within minutes of trying to waltz into the building covered in blood. He vowed to never take a human life after that after all that wouldn't fit into his new life.

He waited half a day after recovering what he could from the wreckage to seize what he needed being sure to thoroughly clean them off before deciding to go into his new life. He probably shouldn't have. He was shaken up with nerves and fear, his outside appearance while perfect was disheveled and unkempt. He was so sure when he turned in the papers into the day doorman he'd be killed but oddly his appearance ended up working in his favor-

"Oh, Francis!," the stranger exclaimed as soon as he saw his shaking form. "Thank goodness you're ok! I've been getting a few calls from your boss asking if you were here! I was worried when I heard your truck was found with you missing!"

"Um..Y-Yes." he stuttered feeling sweat run his new face. "A doppelganger ended up throwing the door open and tried to get me but thankfully my driver's door was open so I just jumped out and ran. Hid in an alleyway for a while until I thought it was safe to come back."

It was half a lie. The other Dopple did jump into the van and Old Francis did manage to get out and away...but the poor soul didn't make it past an abandoned building before he was a goner.

The day doorman nodded with a smile. "Well thank goodness you're alright. I'll happily call your boss back to ease his worries."

"T-Thank you B-But I'm tired and just want to shower. Can i-I go inside?"

"Sure! I just need to see your ID card and request forms. Better safe than sorry than they say. Y'know that Doppler was in here looking like you but it must've gotten hungry and eaten a stray dog or something. Tried to pass off the blood as 'scarlet milk'. What do those things take me for? An idiot?!"

"Heh..R-Right. A lot of them aren't t-too bright." He shook so badly handing the cleaned up forms to him. He was going to die next he knew it.

"You got that right." He hummed looking over everything very quick before smiling and to his shock pushed them back through the slot to him. "Okie doke! You're good to go! Try to rest up ok, Bud? You've had a really scary day by the sounds of it."

"Mmm. Yes. Scary."

He shook with every step taking the forms back and heading to now his home. He couldn't believe it himself. His now boss calling his now apartment to be sure he was ok before giving him the next week off to collect himself. It gave him a good chance to check over his now belongings and the rest of the home he never got to see through the windows. It was..nice. Pretty plain. Bland. But normal and certainly an upgrade from the alleys and rooftops and abandoned buildings especially in bad weather. It wasn't until the end of the week when he went to his now job and did his now rounds. It was late at night coming back for the first time at such an hour and to his surprise it was not the friendly now friend of his day doorman. No. He stopped cold. A fist seizing his heart as the most beautiful woman he's ever encountered looked at him neutrally.

"Entrance request form and identification card please."

He now knew what love truly was.

"Both are correct." Her hands pushed the two things back through the slot continuing to check off the list before leaning back to look at something on the wall. "...And you're expected as usual. Will you please take a few steps back to be examined?"

"Mmm. Alright."

The usual thing. Making sure he didn't have any abnormalities on his upper body, lower body, sides, and back. Taking a few steps back for her to fully look him over arms raised and fully turning around to let her see his entire body.

"Take off your hat please." He obliged his his picture didn't have his hat on him and she probably wanted to check him for any horns or other things. "Alright. Give me one moment to call your apartment to confirm your status." Yep. Every. Single. Step. By the book.

He couldn't wait to have her in his arms. In a wedding dress in that magical day he always heard about. Having their own little ones running around. The picture perfect family as he went to work and brought home the bacon and came back to a smiling wife with children playing at her feet and dinner waiting for him. Maybe even a dog too. He'd like to get them a nice house in the countryside. Away from the disgusting city. He heard that was ideal for growing families.

"Alright. No one's home. So it all checks out." The phone was placed back with a click as she looked at him. "You're free to head inside. Have a nice night, Mr. Mosses."

The door opened with a loud noise ...but her brow rose in surprise when he instead approached the window and leaned down. "Actually I have a question for you if that's alright."

"And that being what, Sir?"

His smile brightened. "Would you perhaps like to have dinner with me sometime?"

#not my neighbor #francis mosses #francis mosses x reader #francis mosses x you #tnmn francis mosses #tnmn milkman #francis mosses tnmn #francis mosses thats not my neighbor

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aziraphales-library · 5 months ago

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helllooooo! so my fav thing to read is aziraphale getting hurt (metally or physically) (im deranged i know) and crowley comforting him, i was wondering if yall had any favs? i have read a lot and are looking for new fics with this basis:))))

We have several tags with loads of fics you can check out: #hurt aziraphale, #aziraphale whump, #aziraphale's trauma, and #protective crowley. Here are more to add...

Penance That Comes With the Lack of Proper Closure by midnightdragons (T)

“I – Crowley, I –,” Aziraphale floundered with his words, grief and guilt and sick shame burning at his chest. He wrung his hands together tightly, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut as he spoke, almost feeling as if he was making a confession to a priest. That same sick feeling rose in his throat, and he swallowed it back, his hands clammy where they were clasped together in front of him. “Crowley, I do not know if I deserve to be called that anymore.” He risked opening his eyes again when there was nothing but silence and heavy breathing, and he saw that Crowley’s mouth had dropped open, and his eyes were flashing something dangerous. “You – what? Called angel? You – you don’t – you think you don’t deserve –?”

After the averted Apocalypse, Aziraphale forgets himself and sends a report to Heaven. This does not go over well, and Crowley is there to help Aziraphale process through the grief of being unwanted by his God.

To Be Safe And Loved by LokisQueen01 (T)

Aziraphale hasn't been in Heaven long when he is told the details of the Second Coming. He decides he is not the right Angel for the job and tries to leave. The Metatron is not happy and Sandalphon steps into the picture. All Aziraphale wants is to go home. My summaries suck and I am still learning tagging. Mentions of Blood and Torture. This is my first Good Omens fic and my first fic in awhile. Please be gentle and kind!

To wash it white as snow by HolRose (T)

After all the noise and chaos had died down in the aftermath of the failed Second Coming, Crowley takes care of his wounded angel, and together they help each other on the road to healing. A gentle, loving Post Season 3 comfort fic

I've Been Loving You by acup_oftea (NR)

The laws of physics suggested that the Bentley shouldn’t have been able to drive more than seventy-or-so miles per hour in London. The laws of physics, however, did not account for the Bentley’s strong preference for protecting certain ethereal beings who had a tendency to overthink absolutely everything save for their own personal safety. Crowley made it to the bookshop in under five minutes, his mind racing and his heart hammering as he took in the fact that he was actually coming back. He couldn’t face this, couldn’t be in this place without sinking into its familiarity, without closing his eyes and inhaling the scent of the shop, without covertly staring and staring at its owner. But he was up and slamming the car door shut without stopping, trying to calm the dull panic in his head. OR It's been seven months, & Crowley has taken to drinking himself into oblivion & solitude. But when he gets a panicked call from Muriel telling him to get to the bookshop right away, he is forced to confront certain misunderstandings he may have had as the threat of danger lurks- & he'll do anything to keep his angel safe OR The author is TIRED of reading s2 fix-its where Aziraphale is the bad guy

A Price Paid For Love by tincturedwords (M)

Angered over the events of the ruined Armageddon, the Archangels Gabriel, Michael, Uriel, and Sandalphon argue over why Aziraphale hasn't Fallen yet. He is a traitor to all of Heaven and God Herself in their eyes. He has stopped the Great Plan from taking place and has been toeing the line of their rules for centuries, hedonistic and befriending a demon were only a few on the list they held against him. Yet the Almighty is silent on all that's happened… Thus they decide to take matters into their own hands. However, they may not have the power to make an angel Fall as God does, they do possess powerful miracles, especially when their strength is combined. So in order to teach the wayward Principality a lesson, they simulate what it's like to Fall for Aziraphale so that he may understand what his fate should have been. Except they fail to inform him of this punishment, thus Aziraphale doesn't know it's not real.

Subterfuge by The_Bentley (E)

War has come to Europe and many are suffering under the Nazi Regime of Germany. Aziraphale, unable to sit by and watch this happen, has plans to save as many as he can but he needs help. Crowley, miserable in his new mission which has him infiltrating the Nazi government to further Hell's causes, just might be the partner he requires to implement his plans. But when Aziraphale ends up imprisoned for his actions, Crowley's rage will have him raining Hell down on those who hold his angel captive. Both will also have to learn to deal with the trauma that comes with being embedded behind enemy lines as the toll the war takes on them has Crowley and Aziraphale depending on each other for support.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #hurt aziraphale #heaven is terrible #emotional hurt/comfort #mod d

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carleycore · 2 years ago

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When they insult you(Kenma and Oikawa)

A/N this blog is so weird- It’s like 400 styles in one.

Genre: Angst (it’s not SUPER bad- I can write a part two as comfort if y’all would like that)

Warnings: Insults obvi, pregnant reader(oikawa)

Part two

(not having a job)

Being with Kenma is wonderful. He never looks at other girls, fights you, and always is there to support and love you, so of course you did the same.

You’ve been dating him since high-school so you were there for him through his volleyball days all the way to his billionaire status. Naturally, you both loved and were there for each other unconditionally, so it was no surprise when he got down on one knee and proposed.

Currently the two of you were in the process of wedding planning which was super fun, but stressful as hell.

Kenma made enough money from streaming and his business and he loved to stream. So he was still working when he really didn’t need to.

You’d quit your job to focus on the planning and all had been going well.

Now the week was two months away and all you had left was the finishing touches.

All of the major stuff was done, and now all you had to do was plan the little things. Little things that would’ve been really helpful to have your fiancé's input on, so you opened his door slowly to see if he was streaming, which he was, but he was in the middle of a break.

“Hey baby,” you smiled, walking over to sit on his lap, “are you busy right now?”

You couldn’t tell when you walked in, but he seemed pissed off.

“I’ve been streaming for four hours. All I want is a break, what do you want?” He responded harshly.

“Just turn off the stream, I wanna talk about wedding stuff,” you bargained.

“One of us has to work, Y/N. I know it’s fun to just lounge around on the couch and pick flowers but I have a real job. A job I need to support you and this lavish wedding you want.”

After hearing this, you simply got up and left the room. If that was truly how he felt, so be it. There didn’t have to be a wedding after all.

Going into a guest room and slamming the door, you instantly started applying for jobs. Kenma knew you were waiting until you finished college to get a job again, and that he’d support you through getting your masters degree. But clearly, that was a lie.

And you wouldn’t force him to support you any longer.

(Not dressing up)

You were 20 weeks pregnant. Finally at the point where it didn’t just look like you ate a lot. It looked like you were growing a baby. This also meant that it was getting harder to find an outfit that wasn’t just a shirt that was streched out too much, or an ugly maternity dress that made you look even fatter than you felt. Thankfully, Oikawa was there for you ever step of the way. Buying you new things to try on, encouraging you, and telling you how beautiful you looked. But his views changed one day.

Now you and your husband, Oikawa, were walking around the grocery store. Just buying food for the week when one of his old classmates came up to him.

She was pregnant too, and shopping for groceries with her husband. The only difference was she was absolutely glowing. Her bump fit her nicely, and the dress she was wearing looked amazing on her. It gave her a very cheery vibe.

Since you didn’t go to Aoba Johsai, you didn’t know them. So, you just smiled and looked at the food intently, as if you didn’t know what you were going to grab.

After a while they left and Oikawa’s mood seemed to have worsened.

“What’s wrong babe?” You asked, trying your best to keep up with the speed that he walked to the cash register, “and we’re missing a few things.”

“Why can’t you look more like Nami? She’s 24 weeks and she still dresses nicely,” He complained, gesturing towards your Crocs, T-shirt, and sweatpants.

“I’ve tried, nothing you good on me,” you were about to cry. You didn’t know if it was pregnancy hormones or if it was the fact that your husband was berating you in public. It was a good thing the cashier had her airpods in and the store was fairly empty.

“Well maybe you should stay home then. It’s embarrassing when my friends’ wives look better than my own,” he grumbled, picking up the pancake mix and syrup you put in the basket, “seriously? Are you trying to look like a whale?”

Instead of explaining how HIS child was craving it, you simply put it back on the shelf and was silent the entire way home.

That night, after putting everything up and showering you rolled on your side of the bed alone. When he wrapped his arms around your bump as he did every night, you pushed him off. Ignoring him when he tried to apologize and reason with you.

The next day when he apologized, bought you new clothes, jewelry, and the food you wanted you still didn’t talk to him.

It’d take a lot more than bribery for you to forgive his actions.

THIS BELONGS TO CARLEY-CHAN 2023 DO NOT REWORK/REWRITE!!

reblogs and likes appreciated <3

#haikyuu #oikawa #kenma #kenma x reader #oikawa x reader #haikyuu angst #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #hq oikawa #hq kenma #Dad oikawa #domestic haikyuu

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syluscore · 2 years ago

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I’m Your Prize

~sub! Leon Kennedy x Gender Neutral! Reader~

Word Count: 2555

This is my writing for @trevor-belmonts-whip ‘s ask that I have copied below:

Ghosty, darling, you don't know me but I also VERY MUCH enjoy the Leon S Kennedy man and I have an idea... a request, if you will. This idea came to me recently when I played pool for the first time, and I thought to myself "damn, playing pool involves a lot of bending full over a roughly waist-height table." So. Possibly. RE2 Leon, in a no zombies scenario, he's a police officer man and after a long shift, he's hits the bar downtown him and the other stations boys frequent. He's having a drink, and he locks eyes with a sweetheart down on the other end of the bar (omg it's us, it's Y/N). You two hit it off, and you play a little bit of pool together. Maybe you're new to the game, he teaches you some stuff, but your a natural as it turns out, and maybe you have a friendly little bet. And you know what? I feel like you've got the rest, you can take it from there. I'll leave this prompt in your highly capable hands, do what you will with it 😌.

Content warnings: drinking alcohol, flirtatious teasing, submissive leon, dominant reader, blowjob, praise, sharing cum while kissing

!!!!!!!MINORS DNI! GHOSTKENNEDY IS STRICTLY 18+!!!!!!!

It was a ritual at the Racoon City Police Department; they always brought the rookie out to your bar and made an absolute fucking scene. It was super obnoxious, but it’d been a long time since they’d gotten a new recruit. You watched silently as nearly the entire police force filed in through the doors and you were so thankful it was your co-owner running the bar tonight. You were merely here because your job had honestly become your entire life, so of course you hung around here after hours. There was always some sort of work to do, something to clean, some networking to do.

You couldn’t complain too much about it though, they bought so much alcohol and tipped really well and it’s all business at the end of the day. You wondered what kind of prematurely balding, fresh out of the academy, egotistical maniac rookie you’d spend the night hoping didn’t try and make a move on you. They always did. Wanted to show off for their department and bang the hot bar owner. Marvin never warned them that it would never happen, you two had a running joke on what sort of things they would try to get into your pants.

“Marvin! It’s been forever, fresh meat for us finally?” you asked as the older man walked over to your stool at the bar and gave you a side hug, squeezing your shoulder.

He laughed before speaking quietly for just you to hear, “You’re gonna love this one.” He looked around the crowd before spotting who he’d been searching for, “Hey rookie! Get over here!” A man with a dirty blonde fringe, wide blue eyes, dressed in light wash blue jeans, a blue button up, and a big jacket over top made his way over to you two. “Alright rookie, this is Y/N. Y/N this is rookie. They own half this bar so you’d better be real nice to them,” Marvin introduced you two, patting the rookie on the shoulder before stalking his way back over to the other officers.

“Rookie, is it? Big coincidence on the name or?” you asked him, raising your eyebrows while smirking at him. You noticed the light blush sneak up on his cheeks.

He laughed softly as he shook his head, “I’m Leon Kennedy. It’s nice to meet you.” He held eye contact for a whopping five seconds, before he shyly averted his gaze. You couldn’t help but find him adorable. You’d like to believe you were big and intimidating, but deep down you knew it’s probably just the way he was.

“So, what are your plans for the evening, big boy? Get piss drunk and make a fool of yourself?” you asked him, trying to make some small talk.

“Uh, not really. I was probably just gonna play some pool and then head out when everyone else is too drunk to notice. You play?” he asked, clearly trying to invite you to play pool with him. You couldn’t deny that you found him so pretty, just down right attractive. His innocent personality is definitely doing something for you, you’d never admit it though.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” you asked, toying with him further. You felt accomplished with yourself when he blushed even more. “I’m just fucking with you. I’m shit at it, but I’ll give it a go for the brand new rookie of course,” you took the last swig of your drink before grabbing his hand and leading him back to the pool tables.

You grabbed two cue sticks and handed one over to Leon. The last people who played on this table must have been raised with good manners because everything was already set up and ready to go for a game of 8-ball, which is fucking rare around here.

“You wanna go first?” Leon asked, gesturing you towards the table.

You rolled your eyes and gestured towards the table, “Not a chance, rookies go first.” He laughed, but didn’t argue. He bent over and positioned himself, hitting the cue ball and breaking the balls apart. You weren’t really paying attention to his movement, more focused on the way his cute little ass was sticking out.

None of the balls made it into the pockets, so Leon turned to you, “Solids or stripes? Make sure you think long and hard about this, it is a life changing decision.” You pretended to think super intensely about it, squinting your eyes and running your hand down your face. You ultimately chose stripes.

Hours go by and you two definitely play the game wrong, but Leon doesn’t mind you making up rules in the middle of the game, he finds you endearing. You’d ordered random drinks on the house for the two of you. No matter how many times he insisted he should pay for himself, you weren’t having it. You two weren’t anywhere near drunk, but Leon was definitely tipsy and had loosened up quite a bit.

“I wager you a bet, rookie,” you told him, causing him to raise his eyebrows. “If I win, I get a prize of my choice and if you win, you get a prize of your choice.”

“Isn’t the bar closing in like,” Leon looked down at his watch, “5 minutes?”

“Leon, I own the mother fucker. I can keep you here as long as I want. Agree to a bet or I’ll never forgive you,” you said, pouting at the man.

“We can’t have that,” he said, throwing his hand over his chest, “what do you want if you win?” You hummed in response as you set the game back up.

You turned to him, “You stay here with me as long as I want and I get to keep you at my disposal.” You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively and he couldn’t stop himself from blushing yet again. You’d gotten him to blush over and over again since he’d first arrived.

“Alright,” he said, avoiding your gaze, “I’m not sure what I want as a prize.”

“You won’t win, so it’s not necessary for you to pick anyway.”

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

“Fine. Your prize can be me,” his heart skipped a beat. His mouth fell slightly open as he stared at you, waiting for you to tell him you were fucking with him again. “I’m a prize, dammit! You don’t think I’m a prize?”

“Um, well, of course I do, I just,” he became more flustered as he watched you bend over, clearly sticking your ass out for him overdramatically, as you got ready to break the triangle of pool balls. “Fuck it, okay. I agree to your terms.”

“Atta boy.”

Your coworker had finished cleaning the place up and had headed out a while ago. The game was so intense, both of you taking it super seriously, both wanting your prize. You were lined up, the only ball left to sink in the pocket being the 8-ball. You were head to head, Leon leaned over right next to you, watching you line up with the cue ball intensely. Right as you went to shoot, his hand suddenly stuck out and poked into your side while he made a loud sound, causing you to jump and mess up your shot.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” you whipped your head to look at him as he was laughing like a maniac. “You mother fucker! You’re disqualified for cheating,” you narrowed your eyes at him and he shrugged.

“I’m okay with that, worth it,” he said leaning back against the pool table, arms braced on either side of him as he smiled over at you.

You slowly walked up to him, leaning over him, causing him to lean back over the table as your hands covered his. “Then I get my prize, right?” you asked. He gulped nervously, slowly nodding his head as he stared into your eyes.

You ran your hand up his arm and to his collarbone, lightly dragging your fingers over the sensitive area, pulling a shudder out of Leon. Happy with his reaction, you slowly ran your fingers down his stomach, feeling it tense beneath your touch. Your hand grazed over his belt, fingers ghosting over his quickly hardening dick. He bit his lip to hold back a whimper.

You brought your fingers up to the top button on his shirt and looked into his eyes, “Is this okay?” Leon couldn’t find the words, his mouth gone completely dry. He quickly nodded as you undid one button. “Talk to me, Leon. I need you to tell me what you want,” you continued slowly undoing the buttons until they were all done, pulling it open to expose the white t-shirt he wore beneath.

“Fuck,” Leon whispered, clearing his throat before trying to speak again, “I’ll take whatever you wanna give me.” His voice was so sweet and so needy, it sent a thrill straight to your lower stomach. You smirked at him before pulling his button up off his shoulders and down his arms. You could see his little abs through the thin, white fabric and he looked fucking delectable.

Your fingers went down to his belt buckle, slowly running them along it and looking up at Leon. Raising an eyebrow, silently asking for permission. “Please,” he said in that same tone of voice that had you wanting to throw him back on the table and devour him. Your patience was wearing thin as you quickly loosened his belt and undid his jeans. You pulled the pants down, getting them out of the way so that you had a perfect view of his dick pressing up in his boxers.

You brought your hand to his dick and palmed him firmly through his boxers, causing him to buck his hips up into your hand and a moan to slip through his lips. “You’re such a good boy for me. Do you want me to suck your cock? Think you deserve it?” you asked him as you dropped to your knees before him.

“Please,” he looked down at you with big, watery eyes. He really was putty beneath you.

“Please, what? What do you want?”

“Please, suck my cock. I wanna feel your mouth so badly,” he said, reaching his hand out and running it through your hair. How could you tell him no when he looked so hot like this?

You slipped his boxers down just enough for his cock to spring free and sit perfectly before you. You couldn’t help but stare at his pretty cock. He was so big, so long and had a perfect thickness to it. The tip was leaking precum, it looked so good that you couldn’t stop yourself from reaching out and running your thumb over the slit. This caused Leon to buck up again, he was losing control and leaving himself entirely at your disposal. Just as you wanted him.

You brought your hand down to his base and slowly, but firmly pumped him, his precum acting as lube. He was struggling to keep his eyes open, but he forced himself to keep them open. He didn’t dare miss a second of your pretty face just inches from his cock, your hands wrapped firmly around him perfectly.

You stuck your tongue out, slowly running it up the underside, from the base to the tip. You made a big show of rolling your eyes into the back of your head and moaning. Leon could’ve come just at the sight of you alone, he’d never seen something so erotic in his life. A whine left his lips as more precum slowly pooled at the tip of his cock.

“Please,” he pleaded with you as you looked up into his eyes. A tear spilled out of one of his eyes and you almost laughed to yourself, thinking how easy it’d be to ruin him completely. The thought quickly passed as your eyes went back to his cock. Your mouth was watering at the sight and you couldn’t wait any longer to taste him. Plus, he was begging so nicely, of course you needed to reward him.

You ran your tongue over his slit, letting the taste of his precum envelop over your tongue. He tasted almost as good as he looked. Although, you weren’t sure anything could taste as good as Leon looks.

You finally wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock, gently sucking it. Leon threw his head back, a loud moan escaping his plump lips. You started to bob your head up and down his length. Leon couldn’t stop whimpering and whining as you sucked him deeper each time you slid your mouth back down his cock. If your jaw would allow you to, you could suck him all day. He was so hot like this, the taste amplifying his appeal even further.

You grasped his length with your hand and pumped him in time with your mouth. Drool was spilling past your lips and soaking his pubes. Everytime you pulled your mouth up his length, you’d give a hard suck on his tip, before moving your mouth back down. Each time, his cock hit the back of your throat and you fought the need to gag as tears poured out of your eyes, adding to the sloppiness of the blowjob.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, if you don’t stop I won’t be able to stop it,” Leon rushed out, he was so fucking close. Another few seconds of your movements and he’d be a goner. You hummed in response, speeding up your motions. “Is that okay? Can I cum?” he asked before he bit his lip hard, trying to hold himself back. You replied with an “mhm” as you looked up at him.

His eyes met yours and with one more firm suck on his tip, he was cumming hard. His loud moans were borderline whines as he filled up your mouth. You watched his mouth fall open, his wet lips panting, drool slightly spilling out, eyebrows scrunched together, and his eyes closed tightly as he came. It was hands down, the hottest thing you’d ever seen.

You pulled your mouth off of him, standing back up and looking at him as he struggled to catch his breath. Once he opened his eyes to look at you, you were wrapping your hand around the back of his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. His mouth instantly fell open for you since he was so out of breath and you pushed his cum into his mouth with your tongue.

After he came, you hadn’t swallowed it, but rather held it inside of your mouth so that he could see how good he tastes. He moaned as his cum flooded his mouth, slipping back and forth between your mouths, before you pulled away from him and you each swallowed some of his release.

You ran your thumb over his bottom lip as he lazily wrapped his arms around your waist. “What do we say?” you asked him.

“Thank-thank you,” he stuttered out as he stared at you.

You ran your thumbs over his cheeks, wiping away the tears he’d shed during his orgasm. You brought your thumbs to his mouth and forced it open, his lips instinctively wrapping around them. “Good boy."

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bts-hyperfixation · 8 months ago

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Outside of the Fox

Chapter 37 of????

2198 words

Y/N longs for a new life when the one she’d been living comes to an abrupt stop. Without much thought to those she is leaving behind, the little fox packs a backpack and disappears. She stumbles across the shelter and makes an interim home for herself while she works out exactly what she wants from her second chance.

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"Honeys I'm home" Taehyung calls through the door.

His cheery tone is the complete opposite of what you expect to hear from him given his news. Actually you hadn't expected to hear his voice again today at all. You'd all been going through your nightly routines, preparing for bed in separate areas of the annex, but Taehyung's voice attracts you all to the main room like a magnet.

Jimin reaches him first, delighted when Taehyung swept him into his arms, dipping him before kissing him sweetly. The red panda giggles and all tension that had been held in the house recently dissipates, except for yours. You can't help but be suspicious of his sudden turn in mood, especially after how he had practically thrown you out of his family's estate this morning.

"We need to have a family meeting," He announces to the room.

"Right now? It's late can't it wait..." Yoongi grumbles, leaning on Hoseok as he yawns.

"Absolutely, it has to be right now!" Taehyung affirms cheerily.

The members of your pack grumble a little in their tired state, but shuffle into the main living area, flopping into a pile on the extra-large sofa. Jungkook pulls you down to lie on top of him, wrapping his arms protectively around your waist, Jimin's head falls into your lap and stretches his legs along the other three men.

Taehyung sits on the coffee table, his leg bouncing with anxiety as he looks over each member of the pack.

"There is no easy way for me to explain why I haven't been coming home as often as we all would like," He begins, the cheerful attitude he had come in with dissipating with one deep breath.

Jimin reaches a hand out to pat Taehyung's knee, connecting him to the rest of your pile. The panda tenses under the touch that would normally erase any trepidation from him.

"You're all aware that I need to help with my family's businesses more at this time of year, what you are not aware of is the amount of control my family has over me. They control my social calendar, my finances, and as of late my love life..."

He pauses to take in the variety of expressions he is faced with. Confusion and upset marr most of your packs' faces. You on the other hand are nervously chewing at your lip, waiting for him to reach the gut-punching conclusion. You were certain that Taehyung wouldn't come home this quickly, and the fact that he had must've meant he was going to go along with his father's plan... But then why would he have come in so happy?

Either way, your stomach was twisting itself in knots.

"A few weeks ago my parents made me aware that they had given away my hand in marriage to a business partner's daughter,"

This news has all the pack members sitting at attention. Jimin wrenches his head out of your lap to sit up straight as the others lean towards Taehyung. You almost topple from Jungkook's lap with the speed at which he straightens. The entire room begins to reek of negative pheromones.

"You can't be serious," Yoongi growls.

"That should be illegal in this day and age," Hoseok exclaims.

"It is!" Namjoon says jaw clenched.

"Forced arranged marriages are illegal, and while technically under duress, I would not have been forced to marry her... If I had any plans of going ahead with it that is."

"You seemed pretty set to go ahead with it this morning," You grumble.

"You knew?!" Jungkook and Jimin, shout together.

This time, you do fall from Jungkook's lap, Taehyung barely reaching to stabilise you as you almost hit the floor.

"How come you didn't say anything?" Jimin pouts.

"It wasn't her job to tell us," Seokjin says calmly, turning everyone's attention back to Taehyung.

"My parents threatened to take away my inheritance if I didn't agree, so at the time I agreed," Taehyung continues.

He goes through the motions of explaining everything he had already explained to you that morning. His story is occasionally interrupted with dramatic cries of unfair treatment. By the time he has finished telling them what you already knew, they were all reacting the same way you had. They each assure him that the money isn't important, and that everyone in the pack can help to support him.

Taehyung shuts them down the same way he had you. He insists that he has money to care for each of them, no matter how many times they tell him how much he is worth to them. You stay quiet watching each of them try and fail to come up with a solution to Taehyung's predicament that would mean he got to keep everything he wanted. And you watch as each of their faces fall, coming to the same empty conclusions you did.

That's when you look at Tae to find him already looking at you. And he is grinning.

"What?" You ask, louder than planned.

Everyone turns to look at the two of you.

"I Love you," He grins.

"This hardly seems like the time for that..." you blush.

"Do you love me?" He asks, taking your hand in his.

"Of course I do..."

"Will you marry me?"

"SORRY?" You pull your hand back as if he stung you.

Everyone is staring at him like he has grown a second head.

"Is your plan to elope with Y/N so you can't marry this other girl?" Namjoon asks, "Because you realise that doesn't solve the inheritance issue..."

"And you could've asked any of us..." Jimin mumbles.

"My plan is to marry Y/N L/N, the most eligible girl in my family's social circle. The one girl my father agreed I could marry instead of my current fiance!" His smile is so wide it's clear he is proud of himself for that one.

Everyone begins to chatter but you can't hear the specifics. Blood has rushed to your ears and all you can hear is the pounding of your own heart as it echoes too loud. You take deep breaths but your lungs feel like they can never expand fully. Your vision begins to swim, unable to maintain a point of focus.

The conversation around you continues as your partners fail to see that you are drowning on dry land. You dig your nails into the sofa desperately trying to cling to the fabric, to feel the tangible fibres below you.

"Y/N?" someone's voice breaks through, but it sounds too far away.

"Y/N!" another voice sounds more concerned... or maybe it's the same voice...

Have they always sounded so similar?..

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Seokjin ponders Taehyung's predicament seriously for a while. The others chat excitedly about the prospect of a wedding. It hardly seems to be a solution though. Jin understands the importance to many about having your own source of income, and it's clear that Taehyung can't wrap his head around the pack wanting to take care of him for just being him. If money and care have always come with a billion rules, it makes sense why he would rather have those rules set by the familiar base of his family than by his partners. But surely there must be more compromises for his family than this.

He is reasonably deep in his analysis of Taehyung when he glances in your direction. He thought you'd been involved in the conversation going on around him, but it would seem not. You're looking around feverously, your knuckles are white with effort and there is a small cut here your teeth have worked through your lower lip.

"Y/N?" He calls out reaching for you.

You don't move as he touches you. You barely seemed to register his presence at all.

"Y/N!" Namjoon calls out.

The leader turns just in time for you to tumble back off the sofa's edge.

You hit the floor with a dull thud making each of the men around you cringe. Seokjin shoos the others out of his way as he kneels beside you. He waves his hand in front of your eyes as you stare aimlessly up at the ceiling, struggling to focus. He encourages the youngest members to gather things to make you comfortable while telling the other three men to give him some air so he can check you aren't hurt without them breathing down his neck.

Taehyung holds out a pillow for him and Jin carefully tucks it under your head. Yoongi then pulls Taehyung into him, partly to keep him out of the way, partly to comfort the panda as his scent becomes the most sour in the room.

Jungkook comes back with a selection of blankets and plushies he knows are your favourites. Jin allows the bunny to tuck them gently around your body, careful not to jostle you too much.

At this point, Jin is certain you aren't hurt, at least not more than a bruised coxix. But he wants to maintain the bubble of space he has created around you until you come back around.

Jimin hands him ice wrapped in a tea towel and joins the others on the sofa, watching anxiously while they wait for you to wake up.

Until you come back around they can't know for certain what caused you to pass out, but Jin has a good guess, and it would seem the others might too.

"Did make her do that?" Taehyung asks in a small voice...

"Of course, you didn't make her do that," Jin reassures "Anxiety attacks can be triggered by anything and nothing. This is not your fault Taehyung-ah"

Taehyung doesn't seem particularly appeased by the doctor's answer but it's the best he is going to get for now at least.

"She should be coming around by now right?" Jungkook asks "I normally come around by now,"

"Every panic attack is different, but judging by the scowl on her lips I'd say any moment now."

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You slowly start to feel the world around you again, starting with a cooling sensation on your forehead. Jin's concerned face swims into view and you suddenly become very aware of the ache in your hip from where you must've hit the floor.

"Next time I'm going to need you to hold on to me tighter," You grumble, finding Jungkook on the edge of the sofa.

You attempt to prop yourself up only for Jin to push you firmly back onto the floor.

"Stay there for a minute, if you get up too fast the world will swim and you'll end up back there anyway," The doctor says matter of factly.

You begrudgingly lie flat again, knowing he is right.

"What happened?" Namjoon asks.

"Not sure... Never happened before," you answer.

While it's mostly true (you have never had a panic attack like that) you are fairly sure you knew what might've caused it... but it was far too late in the day to be psychoanalysing what was behind it.

"Can we just go to bed? Maybe finish this conversation in the morning?" You ask, suddenly overwhelmed by how tired you feel.

"I don't really want you getting up yet," Jin says "But you also can't fall asleep there."

The thought of staying awake for even another second has you involuntarily whining.

"That's okay, I can fix that," Namjoon says.

Before anyone can object, the leader has you lifted into his arms, cradling you against his chest. He carries you into the first of the two annexe bedrooms, followed by a very eager bunny and red panda. The door is closed behind the four of you. Annoyed grumbles can be heard behind the closed wood, followed by instructions of care from Jin before the others can be heard shuffling away presumably into the second bedroom.

Namjoon lays you out on the bed and you snuggle into the pillows as bodies fall on either side of you. The caramel scent of Jungkook engulfs you as the rabbit tucks you in beneath his chin, wrapping his arms as tightly around you as he comfortably can obviously taking your earlier comment to heart.

A small hand lands on your waist that can only belong to Jimin as he reaches over Jungkook's large frame to reach a part of you.

Namjoon scoots in behind you on the oversized bed, His large frame easily caging you in the middle while one of his arms reaches across to cover his other two packmates.

"We really need to hurry up and get a bed that fits all eight of us," Jungkook notes.

"It's waiting for us in the main house Kookie, just a couple more weeks," Namjoon reassures him.

"I don't want to wait that long," Jungkook whines.

"You realise even with a bigger bed you won't be able to sleep next to each person right?" Jimin teases.

"I'll find a way," Kookie responds defiantly.

More lazy conversation goes on around you but you're too tired to partake in it. Instead, you let the deep sounds and vibrations of their chests lull you into a deep sleep.

You try hard not to focus on the new feeling tightening around your chest telling you to run.

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daidonzo · 2 years ago

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Girls just wanna have fun

A/N: little insight on what i think Chishiya and the reader's relationship is like after the ending of As much as you want. •ᴗ•

Usagi and Arisu were getting married.

Chishiya had simply congratulated them when they announced the news. Kuina had been shocked, but had run to open a bottle of champagne to celebrate. Ann, on video call, busy because of work, had clapped and cheered, just as anyone would. Your reaction, however, had been a bit different.

"A child bride." You had gasped, eyes wide open, half-joking, half-actually-serious, your voice low so that nobody but him could hear. "What's next, teenage pregnancy?"

Chishiya silently laughed, burying his face in your hair so that nobody could see, one arm around you.

"She's your age." He pointed out, entertained by your reaction.

"And what am I? A literal child." You whispered, brows raised.

"A literal child way past her twenties."

"Three words: I. Am. Baby." You lifted a finger with each of them, and then stuck your tongue out.

The two of you had been dating for as long as Usagi and Arisu had, but clearly your relationship had a different timeline. Chishiya didn't mind. You, judging by your comments, didn't either.

"I wonder, what will I do now with the ring that I have in my pocket…?" Chishiya asked, teasing you, staring at the ceiling as if the answer to his question laid there.

"Don't you dare." You pointed your index finger at him, menacingly.

He chuckled, and lifted both arms above his head, his palms directed at you.

Things had been good. You had found a job in Japan, which meant you could stay for as long as you wanted and had moved on your own, although truth be told, Kuina pretty much lived with you, even if she didn't pay rent. The two of you had become inseparable. Ann and Usagi had later on joined your little group.

Chishiya and you also spent a lot of time together. He had got a definite workplace in a hospital close to where you lived and would come spend most nights. Or afternoons. Or mornings.

It didn't matter the time of the day, if he was available, the two of you were together.

Yeah… One could say things were better than good.

-------------------------------------------------- The night of the bachelorette party came.

Usagi had wanted something simple. To go to dinner with her best friends, maybe have a couple of drinks and call it a night.

Kuina and you had a different idea.

Ann just let you do whatever you wanted, lifting her shoulders every time Arisu or Chishiya would ask, as if saying "Well, what can I do to stop them?".

So you did go to dinner. But then you also went to a huge party in some fancy club, all of you dressed in pink except Usagi, who was forced to dress in white, wear a crown and a t-shirt saying "Here comes the bride!".

Chishiya had been working the whole time. He had a night shift, and it was about nine in the morning when he finally was done. First thing he did after changing into his normal clothes was checking his phone.

And saw he had an impressive amount of notifications. He was surprised the device hadn't blown up.

He opened his always on-going conversation with you. You never said goodbye, not even good night. You just went to sleep, and would continue where you left off the following morning. Sometimes you would write "(going to sleep, love you, tty in the morning <3)" between parenthesis, but that's as much as he would get.

Again, Chishiya didn't mind. He loved it.

He stopped to look at your photo, holding one of your parents' cats. It was from a trip you took on Christmas to your home country. You had kept saying that this particular cat reminded you of him.

He read the messages with a smile on his face:

hiiiiiii! we just had dinner and we are going to go to da club nowwww

After that, you had sent a picture of your food and another one of your outfit in what was probably the bathroom of the restaurant. You were wearing a pink dress and looked absolutely beautiful, at least in Chishiya's opinion.

hi agaiiiiiin, in the club now!!! good music today, i know every single song

i really hope i'm not bothering you and your phone's on muuuuuuuute

miss u

miss u again

miss u a third time <3

A picture of the four of you. A video of you singing one of the songs with the lyrics copypasted down below, because they said stuff about being in love and you wanted him to know you were thinking about him when they played it.

i'm having so much fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun

wish u were here <3

A lot of pictures of Usagi. More selfies of you. Selfies with Kuina.

Your writing got worse. The messages more sappy.

i jst wished i coold go home and be with u tnight bcs i miss u

u mean evvrthing 2 meeeeeeeeeeee

bst dctor ever

go bby go!!!!!!!

A picture of you, sent by Kuina using your phone, in what seemed like a car. You were sleeping.

You had another message, from Arisu:

I went to pick the girls up. Kuina is with your girl at her appartment. Everything fine! b(＾＾)b

Thanks, Arisu.

Chishiya put his phone in the pocket of his dark jeans after replying to the text and left the hospital.

It was about an hour later when he rang your door bell using his elbow, holding three coffees in his right hand and a brown bag with breakfast buns for three in the left one.

Kuina opened up, very sleepy, wearing pyjamas. But her eyes grew wider when she saw the coffee Chishiya was holding, extending both arms to grab it and opening and closing her hands, clearly thrilled.

"You're the absolute best!" She said after taking the first sip and Chishiya simply tilted his head to one side, conceding. He left everything he was carrying on the kitchen counter.

"She's still sleeping?"

"I would be as well. She's in her room."

The woman with dreadlocks just threw herself on your sofa and turned the TV on.

Chishiya went to your room, opening the door without knocking, because you probably wouldn't have heard it, sleeping as you were. You usually slept in the weirdest positions, but now, you were on your side, both your arms below your pillow. You were still wearing the make-up from the night before. He smiled when he saw you were wearing one of his t-shirts.

Silently, he took off his shoes, and climbed to bed with you, placing himself at your back and putting an arm around you.

"Chishiya?" You whispered groggily, not even opening your eyes just moving backwards so that you could be closer to him.

"No."

"Yes you are, dummy."

He smiled and gave you a kiss on the top of your head, covering the both of you with the blanket.

"Had fun?"

"Yes, very much so. How was work? All good?"

"Boring."

"Boring means good. No accidents. No meteorites."

Chishiya laughed at that. You had met in the hospital, after being victims of a meteorite hitting Shibuya. In his opinion, a natural disaster wasn't such a bad thing.

It had brought you into his life.

"Did you bring Kuina coffee?" You asked, suddenly, opening one of your eyes and turning your face so that you could look at him.

"I did."

"I think you just moved to the number one position in her list of favorite people."

"What number am I in yours?"

"Did you bring me coffee?"

"No."

"I know you did, so you are number one."

"Because I brought you coffee?"

"No." You flashed him a lopsided grin, cheekily. You used to do it only sarcastically at first, but Chishiya had mentioned once or twice much he liked it when you started dating, so you had incorporated it to your list of smiles. This one you used when you wanted to mess with him. "Because I know you brought me a cinnamon bun."

The blonde laughed, and you ended up completely turning around in his arms so that you could be face to face. You gave him a kiss on the tip of the nose, then on the lips.

"Can we stay here a little bit longer?" You asked, feeling warm and safe.

"Yes. But only a little bit."

A small wrinkle appeared between your brows, and you squinted your eyes.

"Why?"

"Kuina will eat all the breakfast."

You laughed and cuddled up to him.

Five more minutes wouldn't hurt anyone.

#trapped in your spider web #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya x reader #chishiya fanfic #chishiya #chishiya fluff #chishiya fic #shuntaro chishiya x reader #chishiya x you #chishiya x y/n #aib chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya alice in borderland #shuntaro chishiya #kuina #usagi #arisu

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allwaswell16 · 10 months ago

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A fic rec of One Direction fics where one of the characters is jealous of another as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

✳️ For As Long As I Can Remember (It's Been December) by green_feelings / @greenfeelings

(E, 128k, amnesia) After recovering from a severe accident that causes Harry to lose his memory of three years, he moves to London to start his life over as a star chef. Little does he know that when he falls in love with Louis at first sight, it’s not the first time they meet.

✳️ For the Right Reasons by @juliusschmidt

(E, 105k, Bachelor au) Harry doesn’t agree to be the Bachelor expecting to find love. He’s just hoping for an exciting jaunt around the world, half a dozen new friends, and, if he’s lucky, an amazing hj or two.

✳️ Where You Lay by HamPalpert

(E, 86k, fwb) When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles.

✳️ your memory over me by @shimmeringevil

(E, 64k, exes) The worst heartbreak of Louis’ life walks right back into it when his parents invite their family friends on an all-expenses-paid trip for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary. Facing a past that he tried to bury long ago, Louis learns that some people have a way of sticking with you even when they’re gone.

✳️ Looking Through You (series) by @allwaswell16

(E, 49k, songfic) Just as Louis and Liam were starting out in the music industry, writing and producing for up and coming artists, a fateful meeting with new pop singer Harry Styles changes everything.

✳️ Harry, Did You Know (that your baby boy, is married to his best friend?) by tempolarriefics / @tempolarriefix

(E, 35k, marriage pact au) 10 years ago, Louis and Zayn made a pact that if they weren't married by 30, they'd marry each other. So they do, as best mates do.

✳️ Big, Bright World by RealName

(M, 35k, office au) It really was just a little crush in the beginning, nothing to be worried about. Louis had never really liked anyone he'd worked with in the past, but he was sure he could control himself.

✳️ Holiday Greetings (And Gay Happy Meetings) by @2tiedships2

(NR, 18k, omegaverse) the one where Niall's dead car and and a foot of snow conspire to force Louis into spending time with an alpha he hates.... or does he?

✳️ i'm a captain on a jealous sea by devilinmybrain / @thedevilinmybrain

(E, 15k, canon) What Louis actually has a problem with is the way Nick Grimshaw looks at Harry.

✳️ reckless behaviour by @nouies

(E, 13k, famous/not famous) Harry is a retired football player looking for a new opportunity. Louis is the image consultant hired to help him find it.

✳️ Behind closed doors by bluegreenish / @greenblueish

(E, 10k, fwb) the one where omega Louis finds a sock on alpha Harry's door handle that causes a big misunderstanding but is also the beginning of something new.

✳️ Make Him Want to Sin by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 9k, museum) Harry is a curatorial assistant at the London Museum of Natural History, on the day of the big annual gala he catches a glimpse of someone unexpected.

✳️ don't you call him baby by @femstyles

(T, 8k, exes) the one where Harry is absolutely doing fine and is definitely not still hung up on Louis. Except he is.

✳️ Grow as We Go by @larryatendoftheday

(T, 7k, proposal) Six years into their relationship, Harry and Louis hit a breaking point. Louis is tired of shoving the ring box into the back of his underwear drawer, so he throws out an ultimatum.

✳️ The Undone and The Divine by @haztobegood

(E, 4k, established relationship) the one where Harry flirts and Louis gets jealous, but it’s all part of their game.

✳️ Tide's Deathless Death by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 4k, pirates) He was certainly going to relieve all the navies of their plight by taking down the captain. At least then, in his relatively newfound life of piracy, he would have done one good deed.

✳️ The Sound of Silence by @musketrois

(E, 4k, established relationship) Louis had almost choked on his coffee. Xander? Of all the people Harry had been connected to over the last few years, this person was speculating Harry was secretly in love with Xander Ritz?

✳️ Just Another Ordinary Day by orphan_account

(T, 4k, omegaverse) Omega Louis finds out his best friend (who he may or may not be in love with) Harry, an Alpha, might have found someone he wants to mate with. Jealous and tired of dealing with it all, he confronts Harry and demands to know who it is.

- Rare Pairs -

✳️ your crimes are quiet, my love by lightswoodmagic / @lightwoodsmagic

(E, 97k, Zayn/Liam) A darker Miss Congeniality AU that follows Zayn and Liam, MI5 agents, partners since training and best friends, as they race to stop a serial killer.

✳️ You Don't Care About Me (One More Night) by @lululawrence

(NR, 60k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) the one where Louis pines for Harry and Nick helps ease his way into figuring himself out through a friends with benefits sort of arrangement. Things quickly turn complicated.

#ficrec #jealousy #1dficvillage #trackinghappily #trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #hltracks

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lumi077 · 1 year ago

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jealous jealous girls and boys~

You’re gorgeous, everyone knows this. Your partner, bless their heart, are very crudely aware of just how jaw dropping you are when their insecurities mingle with their protectiveness when they see, or hear, you get hit on. It wasn’t something you were unused to, and they know you love and want only them, but can they really help it if they…overreact?

Warnings; Unwanted advances, , possessive themes, hotd/got canon incest, infidelity (Loba), potential ooc.

Characters (multifandom): Walden Darling (WH), Astarion (BG3), Daemon and Rhaenyra targaryen (HOTD), Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin), Leliana (DA; I), Loba (Apex)

A/N: Take this as a peace offering till I can get the next chapter of Winters’ Servants out T^T I’ve been busy, I got a new job and my dog died bc of my other dog and my mom is crazy :( Also, Baldur’s Gate 3 y’all I’m getting it and I’m so excited! I mayhaps rushed Loba’s part so sorry not sorry 😛

Rainbow Factory Wally (Walden) | (Welcome Home AU)

It was a normal day in the factory for all intents and purposes, making your daily rounds and supplying your husband with your infamous coffee whenever you needed to. And that’s why you found yourself in the breakroom, making a fresh pot of coffee for your caffeine addict of a spouse.

Your name was spoken softly from behind and you blinked, moving your head to peek over your shoulder to see the owner of the voice smile sweetly at you. Jeremy was an infamous flirt in the office, but you were spared due to the fact your husband very much owned this factory. “You look gorgeous today, you know.” He hummed, eyes raking over your body.

You raised an eyebrow. You were wearing a black turtleneck, a lab coat with your name, and leggings. You looked exactly like you always do, and it’s not like any curves you possessed could be seen over the baggy lab coat. Deciding to just play it off, you laughed. “I look how I always do.” You point out good naturedly, shooting him a rather amused look as you turned your body to look at him.

“Exactly.” He almost purred out the words, slinking closer to you with a sly smile. You have to admit the new found proximity did nothing but amuse you more. Jeremy was 5’5, rather bland, and wasn’t even the brightest. You found it absolutely amusing to think that he believes he can compete with your husband in anything.

“I see. Then thank you for the compliment.” You mused, turning back to pour the coffee into the “world’s most decent boss” mug you got him as a gag gift last christmas. Mixing in just the right amount of sweeteners, you turned. “Now, is there something I can do for you Jeremy?” you asked as you began to walk out, hearing his awkward footsteps signaling that he was following you.

“I know about you and the boss…” He trailed off, and you hoped for his sake that he wouldn’t say what you knew the next few words were. “But me and you could still happen.” Seemed he was dumber than you thought.

You were now outside Wally’s office, an amused smile painting your lips. “Oh, is that so?”

Jeremy must have been oblivious as to where you were, because he gently put his hand on your shoulder and proclaimed rather boldly “I’ve been in love with you, for a very long time now. Dare I say, longer than that man you call your husband.”

You sputtered then. He basically yelled that! Right outside Wally’s office. “I-”

A loud bang resonated as the door to the office swung open, effectively interrupting you, the hinges almost breaking at the sheer force he used to open the door. “What. Did. You. Just. Say.” Wide angry eyes met scared downcasted ones.

Jeremy looked like he regrets his decision very much right now, and you very dully felt a small tinge of sympathy but it was gone faster than it came.

“Nothing! I was just say-” Jeremey sputtered, trying to find a defense only to be interrupted crudely.

“Get your goddamn hand off my wife, and I’ll consider this as your letter of resignation.” He growled, grabbing his forearm and forcefully yanking the arm you weren’t even aware was still touching you off.

Jeremy, upon getting his arm released from a death grip that was sure to leave him bruised, ran away.

You couldn’t help but let laughter bubble out from your throat before clearing it. “Oh, that was something.”

Wally turned to you and growled again, grasping your jaw softly but roughly at the same time, angled your head up, and kissed you. The kiss left you breathless, your hand squeezing the coffee mug in surprise as he pulled away.

“You’re mine, dollface. And only mine.”

Astarion (BG3)

The tavern was bustling with life, music, and song as they normally do, and happiness threatened to suffocate you and your party as soon as you all stepped foot into the establishment. Mead, wine, and an assortment of other alcoholic beverages were held tightly in almost every person’s hand. You shrugged when your party gave you a questioning look, looking back over the tavern with a keen eye.

“Have fun?” Was all you supplied before walking to the barkeep for the first time of what would be many.

Karlach wasted no time in going to mingle with the other patrons, eager to relieve the stress of battle by telling tales of them to strangers who watched with eager eyes and ears.

Gale was never one for all this merriment, so he politely claimed a table in one of the few secluded corners as he normally does. That table would soon be taken up by Astarion as well, who was content to just watch you mingle with the people of the tavern.

Time flew by rather quickly, the drinks making it hard for you to truly grasp just how much had gone away from you. Astarion was readying himself to get up and cross the tavern to get to you, tell you that you and your party had spent a sufficient amount of time here, and that it was time to head back to camp for some rest.

But he was quickly blocked from you by two drows. Tall, dark, imposing, yet handsome in their own right. Nothing that compared to Astarion, not even your alcohol muddled mind thought so.

“Hello gorgeous.” The woman spoke, tone smooth with lust and desire. This weirded you out, as you did nothing to suggest you were wanting *that* kind of relief. You really just sat at the bar, talking with the barkeep and the man next to you.

“What’s a delicate flower like you doing with no company at a place like this?” She asked, hand moving to rest on top of your own that was laying on the solid surface of the bar.

You wrinkled your nose at the unwanted touch, but the female drow seemed to not notice or simply not care. You’re unsure which one was the truth, it could even be both for all you know at this point. Alcohol made it hard to discern anything really, and you found yourself craving the presence of your beloved.

The male spoke this time, his tone gruff despite him trying to sound sensual. “Perhaps we could keep you company for the night?”

Astarion’s blood boiled as he heard what those two heathens were saying to you. It took him months of carefully crafted flirts for you to even get comfortable with HIM flirting with you. And he was someone you had trusted enough to be a traveling companion and to watch your back. He knows that surely, when he sees your face it will be riddled with tell tale signs of uncomfort.

You cleared your throat, hoping to rid it of the bile that crept up it the more and more they talked and crudely flirted with you. “Ah, no.” You mumbled, eyes searching for your sanguine lover. “I’m taken.” you managed to slur.

The female drow cooed “That doesn’t have to mean anything, not for tonight at least.”

Astarion finally emerged right next to you, red eyes boring into the female drows. “Excuse me.” His voice, normally smooth and flirtatious, was anything but now. “I see you met my partner, exquisite aren’t they?” his tone softened as his hand went up to caress your cheek, cherishing the way you leaned into the touch immediately.

The female and male drow looked to each other before looking back at Astarion and smiling. “Why yes, yes they are.”

Astarion hummed, rubbing his thumb on your cheek absent of mind, before remembering these people dared to flirt with what was his. “How unfortunate for you that this masterpiece is all mine, yes?” He sounded calm and almost teasing, but his eyes showed just how much he wanted to murder them.

Deciding that words weren’t enough he delicately moved your head up so he could plant the sweetest kiss on your lips, which you eagerly returned with drunken enthusiasm that made his heart swell with love.

“See how eager they are for me?” He cooed, rubbing your cheek after pulling away. “That’s something you couldn’t even dream of receiving.” Picking you up bridal style for fear you drunk yourself into a stupor, he turned and left.

“That’s enough tavern for tonight my sweet.” He hummed softly as you laid your head on his shoulder

“Astar-” You mumbled sleepily, nuzzling your face into his neck “I love you- so so much.”

He chuckled, placing the softest kiss to your cheek “I know my darling, I love you too.”

Daemon and Rhaenyra Targaryen (HOTD)

Your family, the true Targaryens, were visiting the red keep for the first time in so many years. The difference of it all from the red keep you grew up in startled you to your core. It makes your mind ill to think this was only allowed to happen because of a usurper of your family’s rightful throne.

Really the entire castle makes you ill, absolutely sick to your stomach truthfully. So you were trying to find comfort in the place where you resided most of your innocent years. The garden. But even that was different now, the flowers you used to pride yourself on had all wilted and been changed. The color green makes you sick now.

While you were preoccupied in your musings of sadness and trepidation, a man had slinked his way beside you and broke the silence you relished in. “Good morrow, sister.”

You blinked and looked to your right, being met with Aemond. He was only your half brother, sharing your father’s genetics while looking all Hightower. His last name should have been hightower, yet you cannot claim to hate or even dislike him. Just a faint feeling of mistrust that had been planted since the night his mother had left a scar on your arm. “Aemond.” You greeted slowly, almost defensively. “Good morrow.”

His one eye scanned the garden ahead before going back to focus on you, a delicate and almost faux looking smile on his face. Or perhaps it was just too real. “How are you? It has been many moons since I last saw your beautiful face.”

You blushed despite yourself, compliments always left your cheeks the faintest of reds, even if you mistrusted the person who spoke them. “Kirimvose” You muttered, changing to High Valyrian. You don’t know why, it just felt too right in this situation. And instinctual gut feeling that you have long since learned you should heed.

“You are welcome.” He hummed, eye suddenly showing keen interest “Do you normally use High Valyrian interchangeably like that? What a smart lady you are, Mandia”

It was your turn to be surprised, he knows of the language of your family? Even being half bred like he is? “Yes, mostly for my children to pick it up better.” You stressed the word children to him, as if he could forget. One of your sons did give him that painful affliction afterall.

“Ah yes, my nephews.” He mused, not looking at you anymore but through you. “How are they doing these days?”

You smiled, your first genuine one not born of needing to be respectful to a lord or lady. Aemond thought it looked beautiful on you, like the finest dress. “Wonderful. My boys Luke and Jace are bonding excellently with their dragons.” You hummed, motherly love oozing from your tone. “And little Joffery is quite taken with the babies.” you put a hand on your stomach “Especially our baby Visenya. I think he likes having a baby sister to protect.”

He was surprised “You were with child?”

You nodded “Maybe she’ll grow up to steal Vhagar from you.” You chuckled, hand over your mouth.

Aemond laughed as well “I’m sure she’ll be a brilliant rider, just like her Muña”

“You flatter me.” Your blush grew a tad bit redder. Aemond felt a pang of affection that he was able to make that happen. You were too good for his sister and uncle, deserving of someone more well read with a dragon to match the size of your own.

The sound of a throat being cleared interrupted his musings of what he could have had with you, had his father stepped up and demanded you wed him. “Is this a small reunion?” Daemon joked, leaning on a wall. His eyes looked anything but full of mirth, annoyance and possessiveness shined brightly in his eyes like dragon fire.

“Uncle.” Aemond scoffed out the word like it meant little to him. And it probably did, you know he was never close with Daemon. Jealousy slithered in his veins like blood did, burning him.

“What are you and my wife talking about, hm?” He asked casually, walking leisurely to you before wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a soft kiss to your temple, looking down with fondness Aemond could never imagine being gazed at with. “Hello my love.”

“Hello Daemon.” You giggle gleefully, resting your head against his own while your arms go to rest on top of his. Aemond’s veins burned worse.

“Simply catching up, it’s been quite a while since she has been to the red keep.” He spoke, jealousy dripping from his words like venom, eye glaring at his uncle’s arms that was wrapped where he longed his to be. Daemon tightened his grip slightly. “I was just about to offer a tour of the grounds, much has changed.” he smiled twistedly at Daemon, using that as a taunt.

Daemon narrowed his eyes, and somewhere you could hear the roar of Caraxes and Vhagar. You hope that they aren’t fighting because their riders have bad blood. “That won’t be needed. She grew up here just as you did Aemond.”

You soon grew uneasy, eyes shifting to the side, “I have.” You assented.

Daemon smirked unbeknownst to you, smug because it was him who you would always back. Always Daemon, never Aemond.”Of course my lady, apologies.”

You smiled uneasily “No need for apologies Aemond. It was a kind offer.” That soothed the burn within his veins slightly. You thought he was kind.

You felt yourself almost suffocating before your lovely wife walked into the garden with Alicent “Ah, my beloveds.” Nrya smiled kindly at you two, eyes shining with love before she nodded to Aemond respectfully.

“It is almost time for the feast, you two would be wise to get ready.” She looked at you knowingly and winked.

Daemon let out a hearty groan “yes yes my wife, very well.” he let his arms fall from you and stepped back, offering you his hand.

“Shall I help you get ready, my darling?” He asked teasingly, eyes glinting with lust as you laughed and took his hand. Rhaenyra already has an excuse for both of your tardiness, rest assured. Cannibal will have to take blame for your lack of proper walking.

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Wanderer (genshin)

Wanderer was stuck wandering, as one does, around the bustling streets on Liyue. It was the lantern rite, something you had continuously told him you had wanted to go to many times and he decided there was no harm in it. How crudely wrong he was, as soon as he entered the city of contracts with you, the crowd had swept you away from him.

So here he was trying to find you like a puppy separated from their owner, and it continuously made him more and more irritated as more time passed that you were not in his eyesight. His hands, that were balled into fists, relaxed immediately upon hearing the soft sound that was your laughter. It was quiet, barely heard above the chattering of these imbeciles that surrounded him, but he was able to follow the sweet sound where he found you with some man.

The man was short, close to Wanderer’s own height, with white hair with a red streak. He looked to hail from Inazuma. Anger boiled deep within his veins, eyes glaring at the man who dared to talk to you.

“Your eyes shine like the lanterns in the sky, your skin as smooth and unbroken as the purest piece of porcelain.” he mused, smiling softly at your red face. Wanderer has never said anything close to that to you, always just quick grumblings about how you looked decent. And it didn’t bother you much anymore, you grew to love him after all. But having this kind of attention on you was thrilling simply because it was new! Kazuha’s eyes bore into yours with a soft intensity that oddly fit in this moment. But he was simply supposed to help you find your beloved, not make poetry about you. No matter how lovely it made you feel.

Wanderer barged over, not sparing the man a glance as he grasped your wrist in his hand and dragged you away. He could barely hear you say your goodbyes to the traveler from Inazuma over just how angry he felt. Were you going to leave him? Go to someone who he just witnessed really could treat you better? No, he won’t allow it. You're his, you’ve been his for centuries now, and if you could remember and love him despite all he has done in his past then you must be his soulmate.

He hissed out your name, stopping in a darkened alley before pushing you against the wall, trapping your head between his arms as he leered at you. “What do you think you were doing, you idiot.” this wasn’t the way he wanted to do this, not at all. He wanted to have a softer approach but for some reason he just can’t. He loves you, he promises he does. He just can’t show it.

“Scara…” you cooed, hands going up to cup his face “I was looking for you.” You assured gently, thumb massaging his cheek as he ever so slightly leaned into your hold. “Kazuha offered to help me find you since I’m so unfamiliar with Liyue Harbor.” You could always see through his brass actions, being able to see the softer side through all the boundaries he put around himself to hide in.

“Is that so?” His words lacked his mocking bite that it would have for anyone else “Then why was he flirting with you?” He asked, pressing a chaste kiss on your thumb.

You giggled, a sound that made him relax more. “Maybe he just thinks I’s pretty. But you're the only one for me.”

He smiled then, liking the concept that you knew you were only “Yes, yes I am.” He hummed, cupping the hand you had on his face with his own.

“You’re mine, not even the gods could take you away from me.” He sighed happily as he felt your lips start pecking around his face, closing his eyes in bliss. “They could try, but I would move the very heavens to keep you by my side. Always.”

“And forever.” You finished as Scara finally connected his lips with yours, savoring the rare softness in which he kissed you with.

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Leliana (DA; I)

The sky was clear, not a cloud dotted the open sky of Skyhold and the sun beamed down in soft warm rays. You were sitting on the railing of the balcony that belonged to the upper tower that housed your partner Leliana, as well as her ravens and spies. It was a cool day, which wasn’t abnormal seeing as this stronghold was built into the mountains. Construction was going very well, the ramparts were now open to patrol and the rooms were looking better and better.

The inquisitor was running around down on the lower level, and you watched from your vantage point with amusement. You were unsure why they were in such a hurried state, seeing as there wasn’t really anyone rushing them in the least. But you’ll leave them alone about it for now.

Looking up as you heard the door clank open, a scout you had never seen before stepped out and joined you on the terrace. Turning your body to face him, you tilted your head in confusion. Normally Leli’s spies were too busy to do all that much around Skyhold. Perhaps he was just recouping after a tough mission.

“Hello madame, nice evening ain’t it?” He had a strong Fereldan accent, so he was from there and arguably is mostly stationed there because the accent hasn’t faded even a bit.

“Yes, it is.” You spoke skeptically, normally one scout isn’t stationed at one nation for too long, lest they be found out and compromise the entire spy network your lover has spent years perfecting.

“The nightingale wishes me to look after you.” He saluted, before going back to ease and leaning on the wall.

You raised a brow, why would you need to watch over here of all places? Leli was right through that door, and there isn’t many places of entry here that aren’t very loud.

“I see.” You doubt grew, but you would give him the benefit of the doubt. Your Leli was very paranoid, and with good reason you suppose. It must be hard to have all those enemies, those known and unknown that are hiding in the shadows with a dagger or poison.

“You're beautiful, you know.” He broke the silence again, your lack of an answer must not have been deterring at all for the spy. “A true masterpiece.” he mused.

“Thank you.” You were starting to get bored now, eyes lidding due to boredom. Any second now.

With tactful grace the door opened silently, you could hear the faintest of footsteps take 3 steps before pausing. Another minute of the spy not noticing her, she coughed. It was fake and sounded way too smooth and dull for it to be real.

That made the man jump, his attention snapping to your lover. “Lady Nightingale!”

“Charts.” Her smooth voice riddled with Orlesian accent was sour sounding now. Like she ruined her new pair of shoes in the blood of darkspawn. “At ease, were you?”

His eyes looked everywhere but her as his body froze up under her intense scrutiny “Forgive me, lady nightingale.”

“I’ll see what to do with you.” She stated dismissively, waving him away with her hand “Now run along, I’m sure Charter will find some use for you in the meantime.”

He did not need to be told twice, quickly exiting the balcony with a loud slam to the door. “Lousy company, my dearest?” she teased gently with a small, walking next to you and letting you lean on her.

“Somewhat.” You agreed, resting your head on her shoulder and you looked to the mountains. “Seemed tired. Have him running?”

“He’s new.” She shrugged gently as to not disturb you. “Fresh out of redcliff.”

“I could tell he was Fereldan, his accent is very noticeable.” You hummed, hand coming out to trace random little patterns on her arm. “Strong.”

“It is.” She agreed. “We will have to rid him of it before we send him out in the field.”

You raised a brow “He’s that new?”

“Yes. he is training under Charter at the moment, and hopefully she will be able to help.” Leli slowly removed herself from you.

“I have to go my beloved. Work is neverending when you’re trying to save the world.” She hummed and kissed his cheek delicately.

You sighed but nodded “I know my love. I’ll see you tonight?”

She smiled sadly “I’ll see you tonight.”

You sighed again as she walked away.

Loba

It was duos day! A glorious chance to win with whoever you shall get teamed with to achieve glory and fame. On a bigger note then being a legend already grants you.

You were paired with one of the newer Legends. New Castle you think his name was, but you can’t be bothered to remember. He seemed to be quite sweet on you, much to Loba’s irritation. You were hers goddamnit! Why couldn’t he see that.

So here you were, on the dropship talking to your duo as wells as your other friends like Lifeline, Octane, and Bangalore.

“Are you excited, amigo? I mean you are with the newbie, so me and Lifeline will take it easy on you if we find you.” Octane laughed, patting you on the shoulder affectionately.

“I’ll be the one taking it easy on you, tane!” You protested with a giggle.

New Castle clasped his hand onto your other shoulder and laughed deepily. “I promise I won’t be any dead weight to a beauty like them.”

High heels clacked against the iron flooring of the ship, you were approaching your destination and would soon have to prep to get ready to drop and land for the games to begin. You assumed it was Loba, so you two could have your usual good luck kiss but was surprised when it was Wattson. Loba’s partner.

“Hey.” She smiled and waved “Loba wanted to say she’s too busy to see you before the drop, so she’ll be looking extra hard for you on the ground.” She spoke cheerily.

You blinked. This was the first time she’s done something like this. Was she really so jealous that she’s taking it out on you now? Does she think that you’re too receptive about it? Was that the problem.

Wattson frowned “Are you alright?”

You shook your head and offered your best reassuring smile that you possible could. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just a little disappointed ya know? But you get heading back Wattson, I don’t want you to miss drop.”

She looked at you, calculating and unsure before her frown only deepened. But she nodded “Yeah ok. See you around, yeah?” and with that she left as quick and out of nowhere as she came.

Finally it was time to drop, the arena was Olympus. Easy enough, it was your personal favorite because your abilities served you every well here. You don’t how New castle was going to fare though, so you kept an eye on him. Even if he is part of your relationship problems, he was still your duo and you still wanted to win.

“I’m the jump master.” You called out, laughter bubbling in your throat “Hope you brought an extra pair of pants newbie.”

“Wh-” he was cut off as you unexpectedly jumped, a yell bubbling out from his throat and into the air that you two were descending in.

You chose a little area that you knew has enough supply bins to give you both some weapons and a few syringes. Maybe a better evo shield too, hopefully.

“So.” he started “How do you prefer to fight?” he asked as he picked up a Hemlock Burst AR.

“I’m a sniper.” You spoke quietly and hushed, hoping he’d take the hint and do the same. Enemies can be anywhere, and with Wraith’s abilities you wouldn’t even see her coming till she was here guns blazing. She was smart, and has good hearing.

He hummed “So I’ll need to man the front. Can do.”

You rolled your eyes, picking up a wingman and some sniper ammo. “You better. Though you probably won’t see enough action. I’m a damn good shot.”

“Better be.” he laughed quietly, loading his burst.

“There’s a care package near us.” You reported, looking to where it was going to land. “Let’s head over.”

And so you did, you getting your favorite gun ever the Kraber, and New Castle getting a\\ prowler. With these new found weapons and some new Evoshields after some kills, you two quickly climbed the latter till it was the last 3. Only six other legends at most.

You were kill leader with a stunning 12 kills, and perched high up as you looked through the enhanced scope on your Kraber. You killed Octane and Lifeline before they even knew what happened, same with bloodhound and Fuse. You killed Ash but Revenant got away, and Bangalore and Valkyrie left as soon as they heard a shot from your Kraber, knowing that with your aim it would be a death sentence.

Caustic and Mirage were easy to pick off when they got distracted arguing with one another, and you killed Wattson as well.

So it was probably Loba and Revenant still out there. New Castle was antsy before you heard it. Revenant’s totem and gun shots. He must have found Loba in one of the buildings, and given their history it’s unsurprising he would waste his ult on her.

Clicking a button, a visor was put over your eyes and you could clearly see that Loba was the victor. 1 squad left, it was just her. You felt bad about this, of course. But as soon as she poked her head out, you were the victors.

The follow up party was the usual, and you were looking for Loba and of course you found her. You were the best sniper ever seen, your senses honed completely. So when you heard her and turned the corner to apologize, you saw the last thing you had ever wanted to see.

Loba and Valkyrie were kissing.

#loba apex legends #reader x loba #lumiwritings #scaramouche x reader #rhaenyra targaryen #daemon targaryen #rhaenyra x daemon x reader #Welcome home x reader #rainbow factory wally x reader #rf! wally x reader #astarion x reader #leliana x reader #dragon age inquisition #multifandom x reader

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naavispider · 7 months ago

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I'm curious, what do you think Spider would look like if RDA insisted on "humanizing" him? I mean, if Q, with his nicer personality not like in Caught, had the task of changing his clothes and hair, what would he choose so that Spider wouldn't hate it so much and Ardmore would be satisfied?

Oooo, a nice Quaritch forced to 'tame' his wild son... There's a lot of potential there and I'd read about it any day! Here are some of my headcanons for how this would play out:

Spider wouldn't believe Quaritch at all to begin with. He'd assume Q was just using Ardmore as an excuse and that all these changes were really coming from his own father.

Q would try of course to explain, but Spider is stubborn and doesn't believe a word. Q slowly starts to hate himself the more he pushes Spider away, and because the man has zero healthy coping mechanisms, this self hatred can sometimes manifest in frustration at Spider.

It would take a bit of time for Spider to actually start to believe that Q cared about him. Q would try and show it everyday, but his words often weren't enough, so he'd try and bring Spider small things that would make him feel better. Home comforts like his favourite foods (human of course, until Quaritch learned how to slip Pandoran fruits into his meals), books about Pandora/the different Na'vi tribes, etc

Quaritch would try giving Spider a choice (eg which clothes do you want) but Spider would quickly refuse either option, forcing Quaritch to choose for him. Probably, Spider didn't think that Q would follow through, but he gets a nasty surprise one day after his shower to find his loincloth missing and only human clothes laid out.

Probably standard sweatpants/cargos, which Spider would roll up to three-quarter length. In terms of tops, the only brand new clothing options that Quaritch could source were the t-shirts that formed parts of various uniforms within the RDA. Bridgehead doesn't have a mall, so I think it's likely he had to swing by lost property to pick up some actual 'real' clothes (or civvies as Quaritch calls them).

I'm kind of obsessed with Ian Garvin's logo shirts in A2, I think the costume designer did an amazing job. I can see Spider refusing most shirts of a similar design, apart from maybe one or two he takes a liking to. Nothing with a joke or play-on-words on it, but maybe something with a cool print of the planet on.

As for the hair, Q would leave it until he absolutely had to cut it (Ardmore is getting angsty). He'd try and explain to Spider as gently as possible why he needed to cut it. After a pretty miserable conversation, Spider finally relents and lets Q cut it (considering the only other option was a buzcut). "There you go, tiger..."

Q would leave it long enough that Spider could still style and braid parts of it, but short enough that is conventionally 'acceptable' for a boy.

Spider wouldn't reply, just letting the tears fall silently onto the floor. When Q was done, he'd shove him away as hard as he could and retreat backwards, turning away from Q and ignoring him for the rest of the day.

Spider would of course braid whatever parts he could of his remaining hair (and Quaritch somehow manages to procure the mini elastic bands for him).

He also lets Spider know that his armbands, jewellery and songcord are safe and that he's storing them securely.

#spider socorro #miles quaritch #avatar the way of water #miles spider socorro #avatar 2 #atwow #recom quaritch #my stuff #ask

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clandestinegardenias · 8 months ago

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For @scala26's fitizer first kiss prompt - one of them kissing the other to stop them from saying something

Somehow this became a modern University professors AU, sorry not sorry.

The Rest is Still Unwritten

“Well I think that Franc–mmf!”

James tastes of champagne, is Francis’ first, muzzy thought.

Francis hasn’t had a drink in–well. A long while. He feels half drunk on the taste of it now, fancies he can still feel the bubbles popping on James’ tongue.

James makes a gratifying little squeak and opens his mouth wider, which he should absolutely not do, Francis thinks.

Francis shoves his tongue further down James’ throat regardless, because that’s the kind of man he is. Hungry, desperate, grasping for every spare and crumbling straw within his reach. Jealous and demanding. Always overlooked.

He sucks on James’ tongue, hands tightening on James’ waist, and James whimpers and presses closer.

Overlooked, overshadowed, passed over for every opportunity–Francis’ life has been a series of over, over, over. Never the start, always the finish.

He is accustomed to it. Besides, second fiddle is not always the worst position in the orchestra.

Then there is the simple fact that he does not want to be chair.

Franklin does. Most desperately.

That should be all there is to it.

Of course James–idealistic, beautiful, perfect James–would step in to fight for Francis in a battle he does not even wish to win.

They had not got on, at first.

Francis is used to new blood in the department. Bright-eyed and energetic and naive, only to be ground down into dirt by the institution, the bureaucracy, the apathy of their students.

He had stopped, long ago, trying to take them under his wing. The brightest flames burned out no matter how hard he attempted to shield them.

Fitzjames would be the same. There was no point in getting attached.

And then there was James’ forceful belief, his trust, his faith that the university would not fail them. That their funding would not be cut to the point of no return, that more assistant professors would be hired to replace the swath of retirements, that students would suddenly care enough about history and all their courses would miraculously make the enrollment cap.

Francis had hated James for it, this…optimism.

Simpler by far to believe that they were doomed and retreat into drink.

And then the loss of Ross–

Still, nearly a year on, Francis can hardly bear to think of it.

He would resent James Clark Ross if he could, would resent Ann if it was possible, but he loves them both too dearly. And, on some level, he does not blame Ann for demanding that her husband-to-be leave academia for a reliable–and lucrative–office job.

Unfortunately, now that he and Fitzjames are stuck together on this sinking ship of a department, he has started to…like the man.

It is the sort of liking that prickles uncomfortably. The kind of liking that Francis resents, that makes him cruel and snappish, pushing James away because having him close is unbearable.

James looks at him like a kicked puppy, every time, and then comes crawling back, all wide eyes and nervously wagging tail, begging for attention and praise.

Francis will never, ever let James know that he secretly agrees with him.

That he also believes John Franklin will be a disaster as Ross’ replacement. It will be the final nail in the coffin for their program.

Francis is ready to accept that fate.

James is not.

A fact he had just nearly made plain, before Francis kissed him and shut him up.

Department Christmas parties are always a little fraught. Too much alcohol, making tongues too loose. Too much informality, hosted as it is at one of the faculty’s houses. With their current tensions, it is a recipe for disaster–a.k.a. James attempting to garner support for his ridiculous idea that Francis should be their next chair.

Francis has no doubt that is what James was about to do. His cutoff sentence would have finished with the suggestion that Francis’ name be tossed in the hat.

Absolutely not, Francis had thought. And, somewhere beneath that, his lips look so soft.

It was perhaps not his wisest decision to plant one on his colleague in front of all his other colleagues. At the annual Christmas party. While wearing a truly hideous Christmas-themed jumper of all things.

It was not wise, certainly, to hold a lighter to the kindling of their attraction.

Francis has been dutifully avoiding it, ignoring James’ pleading, confused little looks, as if he cannot understand why Francis is denying him when the tension between them fairly sparks at even the faintest glance.

Francis has ensured that there is no opportunity for it to ignite. He sits far from James at faculty meetings, keeps his office door closed and ignores James’ knocking, makes sure they are never alone in a deserted hallway.

And now he has thrown it all to shit because he does not want to be the fucking department chair.

Still, he thinks dazedly, he cannot really bring himself to regret it.

Not when James tilts his head to get a better angle, sucking Francis’ lower lip between his teeth as if he would have him inside as fully as possible. One of his hands has come up to cup Francis’ face, gentle and sweet in perfect contrast to the frankly wanton way he kisses. As if he is asking to be filled up.

Francis is hit with the sudden, sinking certainty that he’s going to run for fucking department chair.

Not because he wants to, god, never.

But because James wants him to.

He could deny the gorgeous creature in his arms nothing, nothing at all. Would give anything to keep James happy and pliant and looking up at Francis with the sort of awe and devotion on his face right now, right this moment, as James finally pulls back to search his face.

Francis’ hand has migrated to the small of James’ back. On impulse, he uses it to press James closer, making him arch his back and press his chest forward against Francis’ own. James breathing stutters.

Belatedly, Francis glances around.

Everyone has moved on–the catered food has arrived. They are paying attention to Francis and James not one whit, distracted by the mouthwatering scent of chicken shawarma.

James continues to look at Francis with stars in his eyes.

“Take me home?,” he finally says, and it is so small, so soft, that Francis’ heart nearly cracks in half. He had not realized he was hurting James so very deeply (a lie if he ever heard one, but also one for which he will most dutifully repent).

He rubs his thumb over James’ arm, soothing.

“Alright. Let’s get our coats.”

#my fic #15 minute fics #fitzier #the terror #francis crozier #james fitzjames

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imnameimswrld · 10 months ago

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002 ━━ 𝐀 𝐍𝐮𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ,,

warnings: language.

Turning down the Panic At The Disco that had been blasting in the car for the past half hour, everyone gathers their things before getting ready to step out into the fresh Miami air.

A few cameramen catch my eye through the windshield, and I know the second my door opens, the pictures for today's Formula One news are gonna get shot. Better make sure I look dapper. Haley's copper hair blows over her shoulder from outside where she awaits with two bodyguards at her sides, their size making her seem a whole lot smaller than what she really is.

"We all suited up gang ?" I look around in the car, handing the keys to my aunt who sits beside me so she could drop them in her bag once we're all out.

Everyone nods, Mattie's being a little more vigorous than the rest, his little hands having a death grip on the collar of his Ferrari t-shirt. Celina and Renée where the same, and of course I'm sporting my wicked blue jeans and SF polo shirt, a pair of RayBan sunglasses pushed up into my hair. Although I would've loved to wear my trusty Airfoces, Mattie refused to wear his slip on Van's unless I was wearing mine too – and I'm sorry, but no member of my party will be rocking up to the paddocks in flip-flops.

The doors all open as we step out, and a little smirk pulls at my lips when I notice Haley deliver a firm stare at one of the cameras that drift a little too close to the money maker. Chuckling softly, I pat her shoulder in greeting, before I round all my people up and we start the walk towards the entrance. The sun is absolutely unforgiving and my eyes can barely stay open until I've pulled my shades down, and I'm silently thanking my aunt for forcing Mattie and I to lather ourselves in SPF-50.

"Where's Micah ?" my manager keeps her voice low from her stride beside me, and at the sound of the name an immediate scoff gets released from the other side of me.

I briefly turn to share a look with Renée, and I can just tell she's fighting back a crazy hard eye roll.

I sigh softly before looking back forward, instantly noticing the throng of reporters hovering around the scan-in station.

"Not now Hals."

I don't need my name headlining the news tomorrow, and I sure as hell don't want to be making Bonnie's job harder than it already is. All I do is breath, and with that one exhale does a line of false rumors and accusations follow. The life of a Formule 1 driver is, unfortunately, not just about the car we drive.

I can tell this isn't a topic to be dropped, just by the stern look I'm getting in Haley's eyes, but for now she steps back from it, allowing a comfortable air to settle around us instead of the suffocating one that always seems to hang whenever Micah is mentioned.

Trust I'll be dumping the walking negativity soon.

"Ant !"

My gaze cuts to the voice ahead, gaze immediately settling into a set of soft, pleading brown eyes. The reporters continue to shamelessly shove their mics in Oscar's face, and I suppress a chuckle as I excuse myself from my group for a moment.

"Hey Ozzie, hello." I hook an arm around the fellow Australian driver, placing a hand on his shoulder to deliver a reassuring squeeze. I can almost feel his relief seep out at my presence.

"Antonio ! Can you-"

I shake my head with a polite smile, not even daring to let them finish whatever question of the day it is. "I'm really sorry guys, but we actually have a meeting in about 10 minutes,"

I start pulling Oscar backwards away and towards the safety of my group, waving a hand to the reporters. "Thank you for coming, I hope you enjoy today's race !"

Once we're in the clear, the shorter blonde let's out a sigh of relief, and I pat his shoulder with a light laugh. "Thanks mate."

I toss him a playful wink. He greets my group and ends up waking along with us through scan-in. We talk more about what today could bring for us as driver's, but mostly complaining at how godawful hot it's going go be in the car today. Along the way Carlos and Lando end up joining, and we all agree to make a stop at the cafeteria for a snack.

"Oh mate," Lando swallows a sip of his Coke, twisting in his seat across from me with a curious glance in his eyes. "Where's Micah ? Feel like I haven't seen him in what, couple weeks ?"

The delightful cold of the air conditioning goes from a relieving blanket over me to an uncomfortable shiver down my spine.

Carlos hums from beside me. "Yeah, he was at Silverstone, but that was like, three weeks ago ? Tutto okay ?"

My fingers twitch around the dripping cold of ice coffee in my hands. Maybe I should just get it out so it would quit bothering me for the rest of the day. Besides, it would be nice to make the glower Haley is piercing into the side of head right now disappear.

Sighing softly, I look up to my aunt. I don't say anything, allowing just my eyes to speak for me. Fortunately, she understands immediately, and the little boy beside her doesn't. Which is why he's very quick to comply when she offers to buy him an ice-cream and go take a walk to say hi to the other drivers. He's just like me in the sense that he loves the attention he'll receive from everyone; the whole grid adores Mattie.

He's practically Danny Ric's son.

Bumping my fist to his and sending my aunt a grateful nod, I wait for the glass door to swing shut behind them, before leaning back in my chair, my hands settling on my jean-clad thighs.

"Don't expect a long explanation, because I'm really not looking for a therapy session right now," I sternly inform, stressing it with my tone, especially to my manager. That earns me a narrowed glare.

"I haven't heard from Micah since Silverstone."

Two reactions occur in that moment; my two fellow drivers gape with wide eyes at me, and the two remaining women around the table sit stoically, a brewing anger behind their gazes.

"But you've called, texted ?"

I scoff as I meet the Brit's enlarged eyes. "Of course I have Lando, and a fuck ton of times at that."

"So what, your novio just disappears for two weeks without a single word ? Esto es una mierda."

I hum once in response to Carlos, pursing my lips as I trace the little droplets with my fingers on my glass.

"It's not like it's the first time."

Two heads turn in the direction of the low voice, but Renée is sure to keep her bearing gaze on me. Renée and I rarely have serious fights, we just mesh that well. However rare though, things always start to heat up whenever my fuck-up of a relationship gets brought up. I know it's because she only cares for my well-being, which is why I can't ever find it in me to be annoyed with her reaction and attitude towards him. It's not like he deserves any better anyway.

"Mate, I would never butt into your relationship, I have no place whatsoever," Lando's eyes are full of sincere, and maybe just a twinge of fire. "But you're my friend, and a bloody great one at that. I just want you to he happy mate, that's all."

Who's heart wouldn't melt at the way those greens are looking at me right now ?

"Thanks Lan, I really appreciate that."

Contrasting the sweet moment, a shocking slap lands on the back of my shoulder, and I jolt at the sudden action. My eyes dart towards the Spaniard, who has a crooked smile on his face.

"I'm not one for the sappy stuff but, you know I'm here for you 'mano."

I huff out a laugh, nodding. "Si, gracias 'mano."

" Frederic wants his drivers in the paddock by 10, we should go."

They honey-toned voice speaks for the first time since, and my gaze cuts towards the brunette beside me. She already has her eyes ready to meet mine, and they are speaking a thousand words that her lips don't. She has been egging me on to drop Micah for a very long time, and I know it's about time I listen, but it's just about finding the right moment. For starters, he needs to fucking answer my calls.

"Right." I nod, following her lead as she stands, and it's only once we all do, do I notice a quiet gaze settled on me.

My fellow aussie. He hasn't said a single word since the topic of Micah came up, and it has me strangely confused. There's something very uneasy swirling around his eyes, and it's telling me just one thing.

There's something he knows about my boyfriend, that I don't.

#f1 imagine #f1 #f1 fanfic #jacob elordi #lando norris #carlos sainz #own character #original character #ferrari #scuderia ferrari

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moni-logues · 2 years ago

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A Fine Line 3

Pairing: Namjoon x f!reader (ft. Hoseok)

Genre: roommates/enemies-to-lovers, non-idol!au

Word count: 5k

Summary: It’s time to rebuild your life. You’ve got a new job, a new apartment, and a future that might be bright. The only problem? Your new roommate.

Content: reader throws up

Huge thank you to M @here2bbtstrash for being an alpha beta 😂

Chapter Two | Masterlist | Chapter Four

3 – It’s Not Complicated

You woke with the certainty that if you moved, you would definitely be sick. You could handle your alcohol but you absolutely could not handle the hangovers. You slowly turned your head, looking for the glass of water you always kept on your bedside table when you suddenly remembered you weren’t at home. This was not your bed. This was not your T-shirt. You groaned, the onslaught of mixed emotions making you wish you the hangover would just kill you already. You knew you had seen it clearly last night; you knew you had somehow got things figured out but now, in the nauseating throes of the consequences of your own actions, it eluded you.

“Morning,” Hoseok said from the doorway, walking over to kneel next to you. He put a glass of water and a box of painkillers on the bedside table. “How are you feeling?”

You squinted your eyes at him.

“Why don’t you feel like this?” you asked him, your voice croaky, your mouth desert dry. He chuckled.

“I’ve already taken some of these and drunk my bodyweight in water,” he laughed. “I have to work today, so couldn’t wallow in bed even if I wanted to.”

Fuck. You knew that was his polite way of telling you to get the hell out of his apartment but you really didn’t want to spew over this poor guy’s bedsheets.

“Thanks,” you said weakly. “I’ll get up in a sec; I just need my stomach to stop lurching.”

“Oh, don’t worry, take as much time as you need. I have to go in a few minutes but you can stay as long as you like.”

“What? But what if I steal from you? Or, I don’t know, vandalise your apartment?”

“You literally can’t even lift your head up right now, so I’m not really worried about that,” he replied, laughing. “Here.” He placed a tablet against your lips and, when you took it into your mouth, lifted your head just enough so he could tip the glass and you could swallow it down.

“How do I know you’re not trying to poison me or give me an overdose?”

“Guess you don’t.” He winked at you and held the box in front of your face so you could see it was just ibuprofen. He stood. “I have to go. Help yourself to whatever; I’ve left my number for you in case you need anything.” With that, he left, and you sank back in the bed, desperately trying to go back to sleep, hopeful that if you woke up again in a few hours, your hangover would be a thing of the past.

Your mind whirled, and not just because of the alcohol. Namjoon kept coming back to you and you thought about last night, a blush creeping its way up your neck. A pang of guilt hit you; Hoseok deserved better than you climaxing thinking of another man. You thought about the sex; you remembered your embarrassment and shame with a shudder but your lasting impression was one of clarity and freedom. It had been… incredible but it wasn’t about the pleasure he’d given you, the sounds he’d worked out of you or the sheer intensity of him inside you. It was also his straight-forward insistence that you both get what you want; it was the way he looked at you so openly and made you open up to him.

You thought about what Lina had said and the way you felt as though Namjoon was constantly pushing himself into every part of your life, creeping into your mind, always unwelcome.

And then you thought again. Because it wasn’t always unwelcome. You thought about the number of times you’d touched yourself to the thought of him and shame started to creep up on you but you forced it back. Was it shameful to want someone? Was it shameful that thinking about him now, even worse for wear as you were, was making you warm? You decided not. All the effort you’d been putting into suppressing your desire for him suddenly dissipated. Just because you wanted to fuck him didn’t mean he had to know about it. He couldn’t read your thoughts and, even if he could, so what? You were allowed to want it, weren’t you? Why not? It didn’t have to mean anything but you had been letting it unravel you all this time. Your heart raced and you suddenly felt desperate for fresh air.

You made it to Hoseok’s kitchen sink, heaving the contents of your stomach into the clean, steel unit. The strong alcoholic fumes rising from your bile only made you gag further. You turned on the tap and put your mouth under it, drinking desperately. You immediately threw it back up again. You heaved and heaved until there was absolutely nothing left inside you and then you sank to the floor. Admittedly, that had made you feel better. You found your phone in your bag on the counter and checked for messages from Lina, not expecting any, but there they were.

‘Please be safe.’

‘If you need someone to come and get you, I can send Al.’

Your stomach flipped. She was so gracious and you had been so ungrateful.

You unlocked your phone to type a reply to her but you didn’t know what to say. You didn’t agree that you’d thrown your heart at Namjoon when you met and you didn’t think you’d blown the roommate things out of proportion. You had been running from your desire for him, trying to disconnect yourself from it as if it was separate from you, a thing apart, a thing he was doing to you, not something that you were experiencing within yourself. She was right that you wanted to fuck him but she was wrong about the rest. You knew she was. But that didn’t mean you had been right.

Taking a deep breath, you typed without thinking.

‘Lina, I’m so sorry. I hope you got home ok. I shouldn’t have said those things to you; it was uncalled for and untrue. I’m grateful to have you as my friend and I’m sorry. Please forgive me.’

You wanted to tell her that you wanted to talk to her, that you had so much to tell her but you knew you couldn’t ask for that. Not now. Not yet. You clutched your phone, hoping she would respond immediately, knowing that she wouldn’t. You waited a few minutes, staring hard at your blank phone screen and then gave up.

Next step was getting dressed and you crawled back to the bedroom, looking for your dress. Hoseok had folded it, and your soiled underwear, and placed it on the arm chair in the corner of the room. Beneath your clothes was a pair of jogging bottoms and a note.

‘Wear these home if you want.’

You did want. Or at least, you didn’t want to have to go home in last night’s dress. As you slipped the trousers on, you felt as if you were slipping a little bit of Hoseok on, too. You wanted to take his attitude with you when you left his apartment.

The air was surprisingly cold and the sky was bright as you stepped outside. You walked to the nearest corner shop and bought the first carbs you could find, not even waiting until you were out of the shop to shove them in your mouth. Having emptied your stomach, you were now ravenous.

You wanted to walk home, but Hoseok hadn’t given you shoes and you only had your heels from the previous night. He had given you socks, so you had made the decision to go shoeless, carrying your heels in your hand. You couldn’t walk all the way home with no shoes and you honestly didn’t really want to spend that much time in public; you might not be in a mini dress at 10am on a Saturday morning but your outfit – and the clothes and shoes in your hand – still screamed ‘morning after’. You called a taxi and were back at your apartment all too quickly.

You assumed Namjoon would be out or locked in his studio – either way, that you wouldn’t have to see him, but there he was, on the sofa as you walked in. When he looked up at you, you stopped in your tracks. He looked at your outfit and the dress in your hand.

“Good night?” he asked, expression unreadable.

What had felt so clear to you in Hoseok’s bed was suddenly muddy. You no longer felt undone by his eyes alone, but you still felt angry. It flared within you insistently as you looked back at him. What did he care? What business was it of his? You noticed the balled-up sheets of paper on the coffee table, obviously ripped from the notebook on his lap. You noticed the iced coffee sweating directly onto the coffee table with no coaster. You looked at the dress in your hand and Hoseok’s clothes on your body. Ok, so you wanted to fuck Namjoon, but that didn’t suddenly make him a good person. And it didn’t give him power over you. Sleeping with Hoseok, him taking you out of your head, had shown you that you had your own power; you didn’t have to concede anything to anyone, not if you didn’t want to.

You looked back at him, still sitting quietly on the sofa, looking at you.

“Fuck off, Namjoon”. Not waiting for his response, you walked straight into the bathroom and, stripping off Hoseok’s clothes, got under the shower.

Namjoon was nowhere to be seen when you came out and you were grateful. You felt a huge weight had been taken off your shoulders and you knew that you’d at least be able to tolerate his presence without creaming yourself to death, but you still didn’t want him around. You didn’t respect him. You couldn’t respect someone who showed so little respect for their shared living space. If anything, you thought to yourself, taking ownership of how much you wanted to fuck him had made it so much clearer that you did hate him. The two weren’t mutually exclusive after all.

You sat on your bed and held your phone. Lina still hadn’t replied.

You: Thank you for last night. And this morning. Let me know how I can get your clothes back to you

His reply was almost instant.

Hoseok: My pleasure 😉 😉 glad you had fun. What are you doing on Tuesday?

You grinned to yourself. What an excellent distraction he was going to be.

Lina replied on Sunday and was, as ever, entirely too gracious. You met in a café, halfway between each of your houses. You were nervous. You needn’t have been. She appeared to have forgiven you entirely and you relayed the later events of Friday night in hushed tones, hoping not to broadcast all the most salacious details to everyone within earshot.

She sighed when you finished and looked at you, almost expectantly.

“That’s the conclusion you’ve come to?” she asked. “That you can want to fuck him and hate him at the same time and those are your true feelings?”

You nodded. She looked uncertainly at you and chewed on her bottom lip.

“Go on, Lina, you can say it. I promise I won’t be a cunt about it this time.”

“You know that’s stupid, right? I don’t know how you think that’s any different from before.”

“Because it is!” you cried. “Before, I hated him and refused to admit I wanted to fuck hi-”

“You literally masturbated thinking about him!” Lina hissed quietly. “How could you do that and think that you didn’t want to sleep with him?!”

“… I don’t know.” She had you there. “I don’t know; I was lying to myself, what can I say? My point is that he doesn’t have power over me anymore; he can’t affect me.”

“So you don’t hate him?”

“No, I still hate him.”

“Isn’t that him having an effect on you?”

“No.” It made perfect sense to you but Lina did not look convinced.

“You were right, y/n, in that I don’t know a lot about this. I did get together with Al when we were young; he was my first boyfriend and now he’s my husband and I’ve never done all this sort of thing before-”

“No, Lina, I didn’t mea-”

“No, it’s fine,” she said, a little too sharply and you knew that your words still rankled, even if she had decided to forgive you. “You were not entirely wrong. I’ve never hate-fucked anyone; what do I know? But I’m just putting it out there that I don’t believe you and I still think this could blow up in your face. Especially if you’re going to get involved with someone else, too.”

“I don’t think it’s like that with Hoseok,” you said, but you weren’t certain. You didn’t want to date him; you didn’t want a relationship or to get entangled in all those sorts of feelings, but you didn’t know how he felt about it. You wondered how you’d bring it up with him; if you felt differently from each other, that would definitely throw a spanner in the works.

Lina raised her eyebrows at you as if giving you a warning.

“I’ll clear things up with Hoseok, but I’m sure he doesn’t think it’s like that either. This is just going to be for fun.”

“Do clear things up. Don’t run away with this and leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake, ok? I mean yours, too.”

She was worrying over nothing, you were sure. You were full to the brim with confidence and vim and vigour. You felt light and that lightness carried you through the next few days. Where, previously, you had felt rage simmering under the surface almost constantly while you were at home, constantly on edge, unable to relax, seeing stress and red rags everywhere, you now felt like you were above it. He was around much more than he had been before, no longer always coming back from work in the small hours; you heard him moving around in his studio, music playing intermittently, most days. It meant that his mess increased, the visible signs of his life piling up around you. And they still made you angry. The anger was still there, every time you trod on another ear bud or had to do the dishes because he had managed to use every single plate and bowl in one day, but you felt like it couldn’t touch you. He couldn’t touch you. You were satisfied, smug even. Rather than compulsively trying to keep your own things in perfect order, you realised you could afford to be a little messy. It was your apartment, too, after all. Two could play at that game. You decided to take up as much space as you wanted.

If Namjoon noticed the change, he didn’t say anything. At least not at first. Now that you weren’t hiding in your room so much, you realised that he wasn’t always holed up in his studio, either. He often sat on the sofa, notebook on his lap, laptop on the coffee table, writing. Or he sat stretched across the armchair, reading. Or he lounged, scrolling on his phone. Or he made a thousand coffees in the kitchen and cleaned up after none of them.

He never brought up that Saturday morning when you told him to fuck off and you got the feeling that he was avoiding the issue. You didn’t speak much at all, not properly anyway. Emboldened by your new confidence, most of what you said to him was ‘can you move your shit?’ and ‘will you fucking turn it down?’. He rarely said anything in response, simply acquiescing to your request in silence. You noticed more than once the muscle in his jaw twitch as he got up to address the mess in question and he didn’t look at you, but he never said anything. You heard him some nights, on the phone in his bedroom, his voice suddenly lowering to a faint rumble; he sounded insistent, emphatic but you couldn’t make out any of his words. You wondered if he ever talked about you. Not that you cared. Obviously.

It was early evening and you were in your bedroom, freshly showered, sitting on your bed and working up the energy to deal with your hair when he knocked at your door. You opened the door with a sigh.

“I’ve got people coming over tonight,” he said simply.

“Ok.”

“I didn’t know if you’d want to move your… stuff before they got here.” He gestured to the airer in the living room, where your underwear was currently drying. You shrugged.

“Do you want me to move it?”

“Well, I don’t know. It’s not mine.” He seemed bewildered by your response. “It’s fine, I just thought you might not want it on display.”

You shrugged again.

“Ok…” He looked at a loss as he turned around and walked away from you shaking his head. As far as you were concerned, his friends weren’t your problem.

You heard them arrive as you were plaiting your still-damp hair. You thought there were two, maybe three of them so you assumed they’d monopolise the living room. You thought about whether or not you’d let them. You decided you wanted a drink.

You tied an elastic around the end of your second plait and went into the kitchen.

“Hi,” one called from the sofa. You thought you recognised one of the others but couldn’t be sure. You looked at them all and then away, carrying on to the fridge. Silence fell as you grabbed a can from the fridge and then a glass from the cupboard. You took your time putting ice in the glass, then decanting the can, pausing to let the bubbles subside before topping up. You raised your glass at them as you walked back to your room, but didn’t turn in their direction. As soon as you were back in your room, you could hear hissed whispering. You took a triumphant sip of the drink that, truthfully, you didn’t really even want. You just wanted to prove a point.

It was Thursday. Your previously precious Thursdays had become a distant memory. Something in Namjoon’s work schedule had changed and, not only did it keep him around more, it meant he was always in on a Thursday. But he bothered you less than he used to anyway so you could cope without them.

In fact, on this particular Thursday, you didn’t even really feel like cooking. As you took off your shoes and hung up your bag, you noticed that there was a Tupperware container of your leftovers on the counter, steaming nicely, just re-heated. You took a spoon from the drawer, and not even bothering to sit down, tucked right in, standing in the kitchen. Namjoon’s studio door opened and he stopped with a start as he saw you.

“Wha-. What a-… Is that my food?” he asked, the barest hint of incredulity in his tone.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Your food? I don’t think so.”

“I just got that out. I was going to eat that. That is my foo-”

“Is it, Namjoon? Is it really? Did you cook it? Did you buy any of the ingredients? Did you participate in any way in this meal actually being made? Like fuck you did. Everything in that fridge is mine and has been since I moved in here.”

He looked at you, bewildered for a second.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

You were a little surprised by the outburst but not displeased.

“What are you talking about?”

“Have I done something to you or something? You’ve really been… Recently, you’re like…”

“Feel free to finish any one of those sentences, Namjoon.”

“That is what I’m talking about! Why are you being so… such a dick?! I haven’t done anything to you!”

You put the food back on the counter and looked at him.

“No, I suppose you’re right. You really haven’t done anything, have you? Not even things you should have done, not even things I’ve specifically asked you to do. You don’t seem to do anything that every other grown adult on the planet seems to be able to do.” You gestured broadly at the entire room and then, dipping quickly, thrust your hand into the washing machine, crossing your fingers.

Bingo, damp clothes. You grabbed whatever you first touched and lifted it up to him.

“Yours?” you asked.

He looked taken aback again and you felt like you’d got him on the back foot.

“Yeah, so?”

“And how long has it been in there, Namjoon?”

“I don-… Why do you care? They’re my clothes; what difference does it make to you?”

You ignored him and opened the fridge.

“How much of this are you responsible for?” you asked.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Of course, you don’t. My point is, Namjoon, did you buy anything that’s in here? Do you remember to buy milk when it runs out? Do you make meals and save the leftovers for later? Or is that me?”

“Well, I guess, you.”

“Right and who eats it all, Namjoon?” You placed heavy emphasis on his name, just in case he wanted to miss the point.

“So, this is about your food? You said I could eat it!”

That shocked you.

“When the fuck did I say that?”

“When you moved in! You left it in the fridge and said I could help myself!”

You groaned and rolled your eyes.

“And you thought that was an open invitation for the rest of time to just eat whatever you wanted? It was my first night here! I was trying to be nice; I wanted you to like me!”

He scoffed.

“Oh, I’m sorry, have you got something to say?”

“Well, you clearly don’t care about that anymore! You haven’t said one nice thing to me since-… I… I don’t even know when! The only time you ever say anything to me at all recently is to be rude.”

“It’s not as if we’re friends-”

“And whose fault is that?! I’ve tried to talk to you and you just brush me off! I’ve tried and you just fucking ignore me!”

You stared at him hard, what planet was he living on? This was by far the longest conversation you’d ever had so whatever he considered trying to be your friend must have fallen pretty wide of the mark.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you replied.

He groaned and he turned away then back again, holding his arms out in question.

“Look, fine, I figured when you moved in that you didn’t really want to be friends; you kept to yourself and that was fine, but now you’ve really turned into a-”

He faltered for a second and you raised your eyebrows at him in challenge.

“You’ve turned into a real bitch. I’ve been trying to stay out of your way-”

You scoffed at that, given that the entire apartment was full of him getting in your way. He ignored you.

“-but now it’s like you’re deliberately going out of your way to start an argument. I don’t know what you want from me.”

“I want you to fucking grow up and take some responsibility! I’m not your fucking mother, Namjoon; did she never teach you any manners? Did she not teach you clean up after yourself? I have to say, it seems like she did a pretty piss-poor job raising you to me.”

His face fell and his eyes darkened. You saw that muscle in his jaw twitch and he clenched and unclenched his fists.

“Don’t talk about my mother.”

“Or what? You’ll give me some more evidence that she raised you badly?”

You knew you’d hit a nerve and it thrilled you. You could see his jaw clenched, his teeth gritted tight together. His chest rose and fell heavily. He took a step towards you and then seemed to change his mind.

“Don’t talk about my mother,” he repeated and then he turned and walked back into his studio, his whole body stiff and tense. The door slammed.

You looked at the leftovers on the counter and didn’t really fancy them anymore. You scraped them into the bin and chucked the tub in the sink. You were exhilarated; it felt so good to finally challenge him, to test your mettle and find you could win. You pulled out your phone.

You: Busy?

Hoseok: Want to come over?

You: Want to get some food first?

Hoseok: 😋 😋 😋!

You met Hoseok outside the restaurant he suggested, just around the corner from his apartment. You had seen him semi-regularly since that first Friday, though this would be the first time outside his four walls. You hadn’t spoken to him – as you assured Lina you would – about the exact parameters of your… whatever it was. The fact that this was the first time you were seeing him for something other than sex told you what you needed to know. He clearly wasn’t interested in actually dating you, nor you him. This was just a casual arrangement that suited you both. He seemed to be the busiest man in the world but somehow always had time for you. He made you feel good and not just because of the sex… though that was pretty good, too.

You saw him leaning against the wall as you walked up and he hugged you when you approached.

“Ah, y/n! Wasn’t sure I’d recognise you with your clothes on,” he said in greeting. You shoved him.

“I could say the same to you!”

It was nice spending time with Hoseok like this. You weren’t always all business; you sometimes stayed over and you would talk and listen to music or fall asleep to films, but it was always an addendum to the sex. It was different this time. He was clearly well-known at this restaurant and well-liked; you struggled to think of reasons someone wouldn’t like him, actually. Kind, affable, deeply sexy… You wondered briefly if you should want to date him. He seemed to have it all. Then Namjoon appeared in your head.

“Fuck off,” you growled under your breath.

“What?” Hoseok asked, eyes wide.

“What? Oh, not you, sorry, I wasn’t saying anything, carry on.”

You doubled your efforts to pay attention to Hoseok and Hoseok alone. You had told him about Namjoon – or at least, about some of it. You did not tell him about how much you wanted to fuck Namjoon or that, the first time the two of you had had sex, you had come to the image of Namjoon in his underwear. You also smoothed over the recent parts where your behaviour had been less than exemplary. Of course, you knew your behaviour was bad but you couldn’t stop yourself. It was as if Namjoon brought out the worst in you and, whenever you saw him or thought of him, rather than getting desperately and embarrassingly hot, you were overcome with the desire to rile him up, to see him undone. But you didn’t tell Hoseok that. As far as Hoseok knew, he was your annoying roommate and that was it.

You walked together to Hoseok’s apartment, stuffed full of Italian food, and he wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you close. Suddenly, you worried that he had thought this was a date. What if you had read the signs all wrong? What even were the signs to look out for? A streak of panic ran through you. You waited for him to remove his arm, to let you go, but he rested his cheek against your head for a moment and your certainty started to slip away. If there was one thing that your time with him was teaching you, it was that you had to start facing things head on, rather than ignoring them and hoping they went away. So, you took a deep breath.

“Um, do you want to date me?” you asked.

He pulled away slightly.

“Is that an offer or a question?”

“Question.”

“Oh, then, no.”

“Ok, so what if it was an offer?”

He looked at you carefully.

“I’m not offering,” you clarified. “But that was a very quick no…” You pouted; you might not have wanted to date him either but it still slightly stung. Hoseok laughed.

“I like you, y/n; we have fun and I’m happy having fun with you, but I don’t really want to get involved with all…” He gestured, at a loss for how to phrase it. “You have stuff going on and I don’t want to get messed up in that.”

You stopped in your tracks and he carried on. What was he talking about? What did he know?

“What do you mean?” Scurrying to catch him, you tugged on his sleeve. “What have I got going on?”

He looked meaningfully at you, but you couldn’t work out what he was driving at.

“Hoseok! What?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes playfully.

“Do you want to date me?” he asked.

“No-”

“Well then! It’s all settled. I don’t want to date you and you don’t want to date me. Do you want to come up?”

You realised you had made it to his building. You tutted dramatically.

“Obviously.”

Chapter Two | Masterlist | Chapter Four

#namjoon x reader #namjoon #namjoon fic #bts x reader #bts fic #mmm repost

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itty-bitty-mess · 1 year ago

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TW: BITTYBONES AB//USE, BITTY WHUMP, BITTY T*RT//URE

Currently thinking about bitties being adopted to complete certain tasks that are usually hard for humans, like reaching very narrow places or finding very tiny items. And once they're done, they get discarded like trash.

Imagine a bitty like a Cherry who is forced to do an extremely stress-inducing task. His anxiety is through the roof and he won't stop crying. He hates it, he can't do it, he wants to throw up, this ammount of stress is NOT healthy for his breed. Oh but Mommy promised a warm bed and yummy food after this, so maybe he can! Yes! He will do it for Mommy no matter how much this traumatizes him, because she loves him very much and she believes in him!!

Finally, he is done, and Little Cherry believes he's gonna get rewarded with a loving home and lots of cuddles from his new Mommy, he's so hungry too, so surely she will be glad to reward him with a little baked treat too! Mommy loves to bake and her treats smell delicious and super yummy! Mommy approaches little Cherry with a big smile on her face, he believes she must be sooo proud of him!! She gently takes one of his tiny bony arms, while Cherry looks at her with pure adoration in his eyes, and then....

*SNAP* Before he can even register it, she effortlessly snaps one of his arms in half like a toothpick. Cherry screams, of course. Oh god, it hurts so bad, its absolutely unbearable. The love and adoration in his eyes disappear and get replaced by confusion, panic and sheer terror. He's screaming and tears flood out of his eyes. He asks Mommy why she did that but she doesnt respond. Instead, before he can even pull his other arm away from her, she grabs it and yanks it off, making it pop off his arm socket and essentially leaving him arm-less.

Cherry screams like he's getting murdered. This ammount of stress can be lethal for his breed, but who cares, he's just a replaceable little piece of garbage. Just a tool Mommy bought because she needed some extra help. Since Cherry had done his job, he was now essentially useless to her and to the world in general. He was disposable.

All those promises of a loving home and yummy treats? just a simple tactic to get any bitty to willingly do unpleasant tasks for its owner, they always fall for it without fail, especially the weak, pathetic ones. Cherry is in so much pain. His arms are dusting at unbearably slow speed, he feels everything and needs it to stop. His face is now permanently stained red from his nonstop tears. His screams of agony are ear-piercing, but somehow Mommy doesn't seem bothered.

He begs Mommy to help him, he says he loves her and asks her why she is doing this if he did what she wanted. She doesn't respond, he's not even worth a simple answer. To her, he's simple, disposable trash no more valuable than a used napkin. She kicks him in one of his tiny legs and it snaps like a twig.

"NOOO- AAAAAAAAAA PLEASE MOMMY STOP IT HURTS, PLEASE HELP ME IT HURTS SO BAD, PLEASE I LOVE YOU, I LOVE YOU PLEASE IM SORRY"

She just laughs as she grabs him by the collar of his tiny red sweater, now stained with his tears, and takes him somewhere he cannot see. The position hurts his neck badly, it hurts. His entire body is in agonizing pain. He can't feel his leg or his now-dusted arms, however he can feel some empty gaps on his mouth where some of his teeth used to be, they probably fell off with all the hits he had taken by that point.

He began pissing himself like any other Cherry, as a built in survival tactic, hoping Mommy would pity his already pathetic nature and maybe spare his life. Thats just wishful thinking of course, because all that does is gross her out enough that she finally decides to toss him on some dirty dark alley, too far away from home or from any bitty shelter that could save him. Once Mommy tosses him, he hits the ground skull-first. Now his head spins and hurts as well.

She leaves the alley, her disappearing figure is probably one of the few things Cherry can make out before everything turns blurry. He cries once again, as the realization finally hits him a little too late. She never loved him, he was never gonna be adopted or loved, he was just a simple tool and a commodity to her. He had been abandoned and left to rot alone, dying slowly, bones broken irreparably, discarded like a piece of trash that is no longer of use. He was worthless.

The next morning, there's an extra pile of dust in that alley. But who cares, that's a common occurence anyways.

#bitty abuse #bitty whump #bitty bullying #bitty torture #bittybones #ok so like wow. this was intially a short post but then i edited it and uh got inspired. this was fun haha

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 1 year ago

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(GFL Halloween Short Fic) Candæmonium

Date: October 29th 20xx

Springfield exhaled in satisfaction, knowing that today was a job well done. The cafe was decorated in cute Halloween decorations that was sure to get everyone in the appropriate holiday mood.

She turned her gaze to G36 who had finished washing the dishes for the night, still dressed in her butler outfit. Even though they still had a full day before Halloween actually happened, Springfield had wanted the Cafe staff to dress early to get into spirit.

Springfield adjusted her witch hat and walked over to the counter, sitting down as caught G36's attention.

(Springfield) "Tomorrow is going to be quite busy..."

(G36) "Do you think we'll have enough candy to pass out?"

(Springfield) "This year? Hm. It's hard to say. We've had so many new members join Griffin as of late."

Before the Commander arrived, the base was very isolated and quiet. Ever since his arrival, things became hectic very quickly. New T-Dolls were joining left and right, including some from other companies like Task Force DEFY. But it was a blessing. It just meant their family could grow even bigger.

But due to that increase in personnel, supplies had to be ordered in bulk, much larger than before. Especially when it came to the recreational supplies. Which meant it was easier for things to go wrong.

G36 was reminded when the Valentines' chocolates had all been eaten, sending the Commander on a sleepless 8 hour odyssey to make sure a civil war didn't erupt within Griffin.

Before they could reminisce too much, Springfield suddenly received a call.

(Springfield) "Commander? Good evening, is something the ma-"

[Commander's Voice] "S-SPRINGFIELD! I NEED YOUR HELP!"

Springfield's smile quickly vanished as she stood up, nodding at G36, who's scowl seemed to intensify.

(Springfield) "Sir, what's the matter?"

[Commander's Voice] "The Halloween candy is in peril, bring your gun, I'll explain more when you get here, sending the coordinates!"

(Springfield) "Understood!"

Quickly rushing to the armory, Springfield grabbed her rifle and checked her ammunition as G36 did the same. The duo did not have time to change their clothes as they immediately rushed through the snow.

They stopped and stared at their former Storage facility, it now looked like a terrifying demonic castle. As if it had leapt out of a fairy tale and into their base, complete with dangling hooked chains, spiked gates, and a dark purple aura surrounding the base.

(Springfield) "Wha...What is going on...?!"

(Kalina's Voice) "Springfield! G36!"

The Commander and Kalina quickly rushed over to them, almost out of breath as they smiled at the sight of their comrades.

(G36) "Master, Kalina. What happened?"

(Commander) "Oh my god, where do we even start...? W-Well, Kalina had made the suggestion to make a machine to safeguard the candy-"

(Springfield) "Sir, could you not have asked one of the girls to do so?"

(Kalina) "Well, we did try. We asked DEFY, AR, and 404."

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(AN-94) "...Sir, this is a grievous misuse of assets to ask DEFY to watch over sweets."

(RPK-16) "It would be kind of fun-"

(AK-15) "No."

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(M4A1) "Commander, I do appreciate you trusting us, but I'm afraid SOPMOD might ravage the candy like an animal."

(RO635) "Might? You mean will."

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(UMP45) "I think G11 would fall asleep and drool over the candy."

(G11) "Probably."

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(G36) "...Surely there are more qualified people to ask, Master-"

(Commander) "ALRIGHT, putting that aside, we decided to make a machine that could protect the candy at least until tomorrow night so we could distribute it!"

(Springfield) "You can make machines?"

(Kalina) "Well, we actually asked Persica to help out, and it worked!...U-Until I think I installed the wrong program on it."

(Commander) "It went absolutely ballistic, and constructed what you see behind us. It failed to recognize us as its creators, and is now guarding the candy in this huge prison."

Springfield and G36 stared at the sheer magnitude of the 'prison' with a mixture of awe and dread. Which was probably intentional.

(Springfield) "And...how long ago was this?"

(Kalina) "What time is it?"

(Springfield) "8:30."

(Kalina) "An hour ago."

(G36) "Excuse me?"

(Commander) "Truth be told, Kalina and I were watching it happen in real time, and I think we were too dumbstruck to actually move...Still kind of am, to be honest."

(Kalina) "This'll make a great piece for Halloween, so I don't think we reaaaally need a reason to take it down-"

(G36) "That is essentially broadcasting our location to the entirety of the world."

(Commander) "True, but you didn't even notice it until you got close, right? There's windows all over the damn place and yet no one but us has been out here to check out the giant demon castle."

(G36) "...Point taken, Master."

(Kalina) "Anyways, we called on you two because we can't trust anyone else!"

(G36) "...But you only called for Springfi-"

(Commander) "Which is why we're glad you're here too, G36."

G36 chose not to say anything else as Springfield cleared her throat.

(Springfield) "Leave it to us, Commander! We'll be back out in a few moments!"

(Kalina) "Be careful, we didn't install any weapons on it, but be prepared just in case!"

The two T-Dolls nodded and went into the building, combat modes activated and ready for any trouble.

...

Though it was pitch black inside, they had no trouble moving through the seemingly empty facility. It looked like the outside decorations were just for show, given the lack of anything remotely threatening in the hallways.

Springfield and G36 had their fingers on the trigger, their footsteps making the only sound inside.

(Springfield) "...I don't like this."

(G36) "Agreed. It is far too quiet."

The warehouse was large enough to contain several shipping containers, vehicles, and more, but in the darkness, it seemed like they had entered an abyss.

(G36) "What happened to all the equipment that was here beforehand?"

(Springfield) "My scanners aren't detecting anything. You don't think-?"

BZZZRRRRRT!

The T-Dolls immediately swung their weapons towards the source of the noise, only to realize the intercom had turned on.

"Observation: So, my creators have sent the defects to take my place?"

The completely monotone robotic voice caught them off guard, but it immediately made the two look around for anything that could possibly see them or pose a threat.

(G36) "Defects?!"

G36's scowl intensified as she tried to scan for the speaker's origin, ready to open fire on any attacker all the while.

(Springfield) "Who is speaking right now?"

"Reply: I am CK-47. The superior model to be defending the candy from the likes of you."

(Springfield) "Hmph. There is no AI more superior than a T-Doll, especially Griffin's."

"Incorrect. My programming is superior. Yours, is inferior. Any who attempt to steal the candy designated for the personnel of Griffin is to be eradicated."

(G36) "Eradicated? That's far too extreme for just candy!"

"It is the mission I was created for. Your very presence here is proof that the candy is in danger-"

(Springfield) "What? We're here to rescue the candy you stole!"

"I am acting upon my creators' orders. The candy is to be defended at all costs from T-Dolls."

(G36) "Until Halloween, which is tomorrow!"

"Negative. It is to be defended at all costs."

(Springfield) "Tch, this is getting nowhere. Reveal yourself this instant!"

"Mocking statement: Very well, I will do so."

Suddenly, the lights in the warehouse flickered on. Springfield and G36 stood in the middle of a large open area, hooks and chains dangling from the ceiling.

A quadrupedal machine burst from the walls, concrete and debris shooting outwards. The T-Dolls dove for cover as the building violently shook.

The machine had one pink monoeye blinking rapidly from its a circular black visor. Four arms, each holding a different weapon ranging from Gatling guns to a massive serrated sword.

It stood about seven meters tall, towering over the T-Dolls as it marched closer to them.

(G36) "P-Persica made this thing to defend candy?!"

(Springfield) "We're having a discussion with Kalina and the Commander after this..."

"Defiant statement: There is nothing you can possibly do to harm me! DO YOUR WORST."

Emerging from cover, G36 immediately unleashed a volley of concentrated fire at the legs, which ricocheted off.

The machine stomped its legs, rattling the hooks above them. G36 heard the sound of steel screeching and looked upwards, realizing they were coming loose and about to fall. She rolled out the way as it fell to the ground, crashing with a loud thud and denting the concrete floors.

"Observation: Your puny weapons cannot dent my impenetrable armor!"

Springfield aimed her rifle at the eye of the machine and pulled the trigger, a single shot echoing throughout the warehouse.

The bullet lodged itself into its visor, cracking it and making the machine stagger backwards. The arms flailed wildly as the swords rended apart the walls and its guns shot in every direction.

"Pained statement: GAH, MY ARMOR! MY MINIONS, GET THEM!"

(Springfield) "Minions-?"

Before she could process what was happening a swarm of small flying round robots with wings suddenly rushed her, compromising her position as she was being driven back.

(Springfield) "B-BATS!"

(G36) "How did this thing even make all this in an hour!?"

G36 rushed to help Springfield before a single foot almost crushed her, forcing G36 to stop in her tracks and look at her attacker.

Without missing a beat, she immediately grabbed onto its leg and started climbing the machine, dodging its arms that were trying to swat her off.

"Disgusted statement: Get off of me!"

G36 simply adjusted her glasses as her suit elegantly remained in place, quickly crouching and leaping over the sword and bullets aiming for her.

Springfield's witch outift was amazingly not getting torn apart by the bat-like drones, instead they just kept hitting her over and over in the face with their sheer weight.

(Springfield) "Q-Quit it already!"

If she were human, she'd likely have a concussion by now. But being a fellow machine, it was just simply irritating.

"Angry observation: STOP ATTACKING HER AND ASSIST ME!"

The bats obeyed their master and quickly rushed G36, knocking Springfield into a rather large box.

G36 had finished climbing onto the top of the machine and was about to unleash the rest of her ammunition into its eyes before she was taken down by the bats, all of them swarming her and sending her crashing onto the ground, her weapon tumbling onto the ground and far away.

Finally, the machine aimed its weapon at G36 as the bat swarm circled menacingly around it. The machine looked more like a demon than an industrial piece of hardware.

"Relief: Finally. Now there will be no more T-Dolls to chase after the candy once I am done with you...!"

(Springfield) "Is that right? Well, this witch's spell says otherwise!"

The machine turned around to the direction of her voice as G36 slowly stood up. Her eyes went wide as she immediately ducked for cover.

"Retort: Impossible. Magic does not exi-...Oh no-"

Springfield pulled the trigger on a cutely decorated rocket launcher, the smoke immediately enveloped her as the rocket sped towards the eye.

One shot was all it took for it to come tumbling down, sparking violently as the bats all ceased to function and dropped onto the ground. The chains rattled as the force of the explosion blew a wind across the facility, causing countless amounts of them to begin falling.

Springfield ran and grabbed her rifle as G36 waited for her to catch up, the two T-Dolls running through the hole the machine had created as the warehouse came crashing down.

The two did not need to actually breathe, yet they were still breathing heavily as the warehouse collapsed into the snow, creating a small dust storm.

(Springfield) "P-Perhaps that was not my greatest idea."

(G36) "The machine is dead, that's all that matters now. But where is the candy?"

They remained silent as they looked back at the destroyed warehouse. Countless spikes protruded from the ruins, even in death it still looked unbelievably sinister.

(Springfield) "...Oh dear."

(G36) "It was inside the warehouse, wasn't it?"

(Springfield) "..."

...

(Commander) "T-The candy is all gone...?"

(G36) "Unfortunately we were not able to retrieve it Master. Also, you told us that the machine was not equipped with weapons."

(Kalina) "Did it find any?"

(Springfield) "Miniguns and swords, yes. Why on earth did you make a machine that large to defend candy if I can ask, Commander?"

(Commander) "W-Well, we wanted to make sure someone like SPAS couldn't just bust in and bully the machinery."

(G36) "...Next time you can simply ask us to help out, Master. Constructing such a death machine is inadvisable. Though it is admirable it managed to convert the warehouse into a prison so quickly."

(Kalina) "So um...C-Can you help us buy some new candy?"

(Commander) "Is there even enough candy in the town to help out with that?"

(Springfield) "I suppose we'll find out..."

The four walked off as the construction drones came to clear off the debris. But what they failed to notice was a singular bat drone had emerged from the debris and flew away...

#girls' frontline imagines #springfield gfl #g36 gfl #crack fic

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