#i get now why he always stand with his tilted foot....my man how did you hurt your knee?! playing rugby?! skiing? snowboarding?

[kaddyssammlung]

[lillian-gallows]

Kinktober Day 17: Belly Bulge with Simon "Ghost" Riley

Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley X Fem!Reader Word Count: 2625 Warnings: Belly bulge (P visible from the outside), Reader and Simon both experience anxiety about sex at the beginning, Healthy communication, Vaginal fingering, P in V sex, Squirting, Protected sex (Wrap it before you tap it), So much Size Kink (Just, so much of it).

Kinktober 2024 Master(sub)list.

Minors DNI

8 months.

That’s how long you’ve been dating Simon.

8 months and things were amazing between you. He made you feel safe and cared for, listened to you vent without rolling his eyes, no matter how petty it was, made you tea and given you his own clothes to wear after one date when you both had gotten caught in the rain, held you like you were made of glass.

That last one is both the best and the worst on that list.

Now, one might wonder, how that could possibly be? Who can be upset at a man like Simon Riley treating you like his Queen?

That wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that he refuses to fuck you.

Sure, you’ve done plenty together. He loves to use his fingers and mouth and seems to really like how you look with his dick in your hands, tongue lapping at the head.

But he refuses to take that dick and fuck you with it.

Well, not so much ‘refuse’ as cleverly turns your attention away from it. It’s always “Lemme make you cum one more time with my fingers.” Then he makes you cum twice more and you’re too tired and jelly limbed to even think of taking his cock, if you’re even awake by the time you’re lying on his chest.

Now, you can understand why he might be hesitant, seeing as he’s a good foot taller than you, if not more, and about twice as wide. The man looms when he stands behind you, and not on purpose, well sometimes it’s on purpose.

And to top things off, he very proportional.

Long and thick. More so than any other guy you’d ever been with, a fact that you’d be lying if you said you hadn’t fantasized about.

He’s shown that he’s more than comfortable throwing you around and making sure you stay there. But has thus far made sure not to use the one tool at his disposal that you crave the most.

You’d had the thought that maybe it was you. Maybe he wasn’t as attracted to you as you thought?

That thought was quickly discarded when you recalled that he initiates the vast majority of the time, sometimes it’s before you get the chance to do it yourself.

Okay, so you knew what the problem was, why not talk to him about it?

Well, you have. Right now.

You’re sitting in front of him on the couch wringing your hands with nerves. What if he still says no? What if you touch on some kind of trauma you didn’t know about? What if he breaks up with you? Or thinks you’re too needy?

The swirling what-ifs cease when one of his massive hands hold both of yours. “Love? What’s the matter?” He asked, voice low and gentle, like he was talking to a spooked animal.

His blond brows furrowed in concern as you had a couple non-starts, inhaling like you’re going to speak and then staying silent.

You half expected him to try to coax it out of you, but instead he just tilted his head and kept eye contact with you, showing he’s ready to listen to anything you have to say.

With a deep inhale you forced your tongue to work. “Why won’t you fuck me?” The words come out small for how vulgar they are, and you realize that you did not, in fact, fully dismiss the thought that it was you.

His eyes widened as your words registered and he blinked a couple times in shock. “What?” He asked, brows furrowing in either confusion or irritation, you’re not sure which, and it makes your heart jump up into your throat.

You pulled your hands from his, fully intending to stand up and run, as the words came flying out of your mouth. “Actually, never mind. Forget I said anything. It’s nothing.” The platitudes were a practiced rush as you looked anywhere that wasn’t at his eyes, lest he see the tears trying to well there.

“Whoa, whoa…Slow down, Love.” He said, taking your hands in his to keep you seated. “I just…Need you to run that by me again?” He said carefully, choosing his words.

Taking another deep breath, you looked down at where his hands held yours, so warm and gentle. “Why won’t you fuck me…?” You repeated, still sounding so small. “It’s just that…We do everything else, and I thought I’d made it clear that I want to, but you just…Don’t…” You felt ridiculous, like a needy brat asking for more when he already does so much.

Simon let out a slow breath as you spoke as understanding reached him, then his face did something weird. It was like he was cycling through concern and embarrassment at the same time.

“I’m sorry, Love. I should have talked to you about this a long time ago.” He said, voice seemingly settling on embarrassed.

Your own brows furrowed in confusion, but you waited for him to continue.

He cleared his throat and met your gaze. “I um…I was- am scared of hurting you.” He explained, brown eyes looking into your anxiously, like he’s worried you’ll be upset at him.

“What? Simon, you would never…” You started but he interrupted you.

“No, I mean…Love, I’m bigger than you. A lot bigger. I could hurt you if we aren’t careful, and I couldn’t live with myself if that happened.”

His admittance gave you pause. He was really worried about that? He’s very familiar with your body, and what it can take, so he should know that you’d be fine if he just did what he always does.

“Si, I’ll be fine. How many times have I begged for a third finger? And yours aren’t exactly small.” You said with a lifted brow, trying to drive home how silly that fear was.

He breathed a chuckle and nodded. “Fair point.” He conceded before shifting a bit, moving a little closer to you in his seat. “I would just hate to be the cause of your pain when I only ever want you to feel good.”

“Having sex with you would make me feel good.” That pulled another chuckle from him. “I mean it though. Simon, you have done things with just your hands that have made me plenty wet and aroused enough to take you, I’ll be more than okay.”

Letting out a sigh that seemed to lift some weight off his shoulders, he nodded slowly. “You’re right, Love. I should have said something a lot sooner, I’m sorry I didn’t” He said before bringing your hands to his lips to press them to your knuckles.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can’t say I wasn’t a little concerned too the first time I saw you’re…‘Little guy’” You joked, earning a halfhearted glare, which just got a cheeky grin in return.

“Really?” He started but you kept talking.

“I mean, that things a monster!”

“Alright.”

“A real two-hander!”

“Listen you.”

“You could swim away with that rudder!”

“That’s it!”

And just like that you were over his shoulder, giggling like the fiend you are, as he carried you to the bedroom, laying a solid smack to your ass cheek and getting a squawk for his efforts.

Kicking the door open he dropped you on the bed before crawling over you, hips positioned perfectly between your legs. “Any other clever remarks?” He asked as his face hovered inches from yours.

“Just one.” He lifted a brow indulgingly. “Is it heavy? Cause I can help with that.” You giggle once more when he rolled his eyes, smile giving away his amusement.

“Alright, that’s enough outta you.” He said before leaning in and claiming your lips with his.

All Simons kisses are careful, mindful of his greater strength, but they’re no less passionate or perfect.

He always seems to know exactly when to tilt his head, or draw your lips between his teeth, or when the escalation of tongues was right.

And you were happy to go along for the ride.

Simon, ever the attentive lover, took his sweet time stripping you of your clothes, leaving kisses and little purple marks here and there as he went, till he had you nude and panting beneath him.

He sat up to start in on his own clothes, but you followed and pushed his hands away, intent on doing it yourself, just to have more of an excuse to touch him.

With each piece of clothing cast away and each new expanse of skin revealed, you marveled at him. No one could describe him as being all hard lines. Muscular? Yes, absolutely. His military work requires it.

But real muscle meant to work and heave and lift, has fat right along with it, which meant there was a soft layer over his entire body that made you drool.

His skin was littered with marks and scars, some a lifetime old, others only a few years. Each one part of the man you were sure you loved.

From this angle, him up on his knees above you, and you sat on the mattress below him, the furthest you could reach with your hands was his chest. Your lips however could only reach his tummy, where his trimmed happy trail waited for you like a golden road.

And at the end, already hard and standing at attention, was the very thing you’d been craving this whole time.

Part of you was tempted to try to convince Simon to just skip the rest of the foreplay and get right to it, you’d waited long enough after all, but a small wise part of your brain pointed out that you’d both *just* established that that was a bad idea.

You reached out to wrap your fingers around him, but he stopped you with a warm hand around yours. “Don’t worry about me, Love. I’m more than fine.” He said before descending back over you, pressing you into the covers with his body.

It was like laying on a cloud covered with the biggest, warmest, heaviest weighted blanket ever.

His lips returned to yours, now all tongues and teeth as he nipped and bit at your lips, his hands drifting up and down your body, squeezing your hips, massaging your breasts, pinching at your sensitive nipples.

The whole time, all you could do was hold onto him, fingers caressing wherever they could reach.

Eventually he deemed it a good idea to move things along, and one of those roaming hands found its way between your bodies, then between your thighs.

Calloused fingertips slid up and down between your pussy lips, gathering your slick before circling your clit, earning Simon a moaning gasp as you clutched onto him.

He hummed in satisfaction as his thumb took over rubbing against the little bud, while the rest of his fingers continued to run up and down the length of your cunt, soft wet noises seemed loud in the room with only your breathing to accompany them.

This very quickly became not enough for you, and you couldn’t resist the urge to wiggle your hips against him, trying to get even the tip of one finger to breach your weeping hole.

Simon, of course, noticed right away, and rather than tease you, he gave you exactly what you wanted.

Pressing one to start, giving it a curl into that spot he knew was right there waiting, and when you gasped and arched into him, he grinned like the cat that got the canary as he added a second finger to his sweet torment.

You lost track of time as he worked you up, getting you to the bleeding edge before stopping, giving you a “Gotta make sure you’re good and ready…” When you’d given him a look after the first denial.

He did this three times.

By the time he deemed you ‘ready’ you were a shaking whining mess, almost to the point where you’d accept anything, even if it wasn’t his dick.

But then he moved away. “Fucking Hell, Love…” He groaned as he pulled his fingers from your body. “Can’t take any more.” He said before reaching for the bedside table, the sound of a wrapper ripping followed by a moment of almost-silence went by in a hazy horny blur.

Then he was back, body caging you in as he kissed you deep and slow. “You doing alright?” He asked against your lips, his dry fingers caressing your cheek softly.

“I’m great…” You answered before giving him a peck. “Be better when you fuck me…” You said, voice low and slow and heavy with your arousal.

He chuckled and hung his head like he couldn’t believe you were his. Then he looked back at you with an almost feral look. “Yes, Ma’am.”

After that he sat up, just enough to see what he was doing, but it allowed your arms a little more freedom, and one hand unconsciously came to rest on your belly.

Simon went slow, pressing into you little by little, inch by inch, letting you get used to the depth and the stretch of it till he was fully seated.

But when that happened, you were a little too distracted to notice any discomfort, not when you could feel his cock with your *hand*.

Lifting your head to look down you found you could *see* it too. “Oh my God…” You moaned at this revelation, head falling back onto the bed.

“Bloody fucking Hell…” Simon grunted as he looked down at you, all splayed out for him like a feast, pussy so wet his dick was drowning, face and body flushed and waiting, looking up at him like he hung the moon and stars.

And his fucking cock visible through your fucking body. Jesus fuck.

You could say he started slow and gentle, but that would be a lie.

Simon set a pace that was indeed slow, but each thrust was hard and had him brushing against every sensitive spot that you knew of, and even some you didn’t.

Between the stretch, the glorious full feeling, and the way his pubis rubbed against your clit on every thrust, it was a wonder you didn’t cum quicker.

Your body spasmed as you clenched down on Simon’s cock, wave after wave of blinding pleasure washing over you, the whole time he didn’t stop moving.

“Christ…” He groaned. “Feel amazing, Love…Could get drunk on this cunt…” His grip on your hips was bruising as he chased his high, and subsequently sent you on the path to your second.

Leaning down over you, pressing your bodies front to front, he kisses you rather sweetly, given the absolute mess he was making of you.

The way he was positioned meant two things.

One, he was closer, which was always a plus.

And two, the press of his body against your belly, meant he was pressing hard against your G-spot from both the inside and outside, catapulting you toward your second orgasm.

This one welled up tighter than the first, a much hotter knot forming, and it caught you off guard, but you couldn’t find it on yourself to care.

“Ahh, that’s it, Love…Cum for me again…C’mon…” Simon coaxed as his own end crept up on him.

When you reached the peak, your vision went white and a cry that might have been Simon’s name or it could have just been gibberish left your lips, and a wash of something very wet flooded between you and Simon as he came hard, a hot feeling contained in a prison of latex.

You both lay there panting, feeling the closeness of the other as you came down before you let out a breathless chuckle.

“Totally worth the wait…”

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18+ mdni | hockey player toru

an. *GUNSHOTS* *EXPLOSIONS* *CUMSHOTS* HEAVYYY inspo from this one iwaoi ff i read on ao3 in 2021. shit was so good its still in my head, if anyone knows the name lmk so i can cred properly! they did it better yall

pairing: NHL satoru gojo x interviewer f!reader

this was the interview of your career. the one that would take you from a nobody to the columnist you’ve always wanted to be. of course you were grateful, who wouldn’t be ecstatic to speak to gojo “the strongest” satoru, Jujutsu Slapshots newest star. from his innate talent to unreal looks, it’s no wonder gojo satoru was everyone’s recent obsession, including yours. this was all that was running through your mind as you stared at the tall man sitting in front of you, his lanky legs stretching out before moving to tap your foot with his, trying to get your attention.

“as much as i love when pretty girls stare at me, we should probably start with the questions right?”

finally hearing his voice broke you out of your trance, red blossoming on your cheeks when you realized just how long you were staring at him. “r-right! sorry, um” you flipped through your notebook, scrambling to find something- anything from the hundreds of questions you had for him. opening up a random page, you began reading without processing any of the words. “gojo, a lot of your fans praise your skills on the rink, but are curious about what you’re like outside the game. do you keep up your fierce persona, or is that reserved for your opponents?”

your words tumbled out a mile a minute, mouth slightly gaping when you finally looked up at the man you were interviewing, only to find him already staring at you, trademark charming smile plastered on his face. “that’s a good question…” he began, hand gripping his chin as he pretended to think deeply. “honestly im just a regular guy. i like sweet treats and don’t like doing anything on days off. i’m only ‘fierce’ as you would say when im talking to a girl for example.”

your hands were jotting down his words rapidly, the sly confession of his only registering after a few seconds. “o-oh! and um…what would you say is the type of girl you go after?”

he quirked a brow at this, head tilted to the side as he looked at you with those intense ocean eyes. “is this a question for on-the-rink gojo satoru or boring, everyday ‘toru?”

you giggled at his phrasing, wondering how to proceed. if it was any other girl they’d jump at this opening to lay it on thick (and you were tempted), but just to test the waters you decided to take it easy. “is it okay if i say both?”

gojo nodded, never breaking eye contact with you even when you looked away, unable to hold his strong stare. “well, the star of Jujutsu Slapshots would say anyone who can balance me out but still match my energy. i want someone to ground me but keep up with me if we’re at a carnival, y’know?”

you nodded, intently following his statement and subconsciously comparing yourself to each of his requirements. “regular me though, would say pretty girls like you who have my jersey number on their water bottle have me wrapped around their finger.”

your head shot up at the rest of his statement, finally maintaining eye contact for more than a few seconds. holy shit, was this your chance? what if he was just being polite and you were about to ruin the whole vibe…worth a shot though, right?

“i-is that so? ‘cause for girls like me, our ideal type is a hockey player named gojo satoru”

he chuckled at your response, shaking his head before standing up and moving towards you. “looks like we’re both in luck then. why dont we take a break now? all this talking has me really thirsty.”

looking up at him like this made you realize maybe you were in over your head, he was above you in every way including physically right now. maybe if you focused on it a bit longer, you’d find it in you to decline the offer to see his actual jersey that just so happened to be in his bedroom. maybe you’d say no to his offer of trying it on.

who were you kidding? you would never be strong enough to deny that. maybe that was the same reason you didnt stop him from lying you on his bed, slipping off your pants because ‘you’d look so much better in just my jersey’. and since you were at it, you could blame that same part of yourself for obediently spreading your legs when he asked- he was just so thirsty, who were you to deny him?

“o-oh fuck, gojo” you whined as he wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking before flicking his tongue against it.

“call me ‘toru pretty girl, think we’re past the formalities yeah?” he rasped, fingers coming up to pump in and out of you as he traced the letters of his name against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

he’d already pulled 2 orgasms out of you, swallowing down every drop of your essence while grinding his hips against his bed harshly, borderline fucking his mattress as he overstimulated you. “don’ have anything l-left ‘toru” your voice cried out, tears spilling from your eyes as your hips crashed against his face despite your protests.

pushing his fingers deeper, he curled them to reach all the spots you never could, repeating the movement until he found that spot that left you gasping for air. “thereeeee she is, pussy’s dripping all over me but ya have nothin’ left?” satoru laughed ay the irony of your words, relishing in the way he seemed to memorize sll the sensitive parts in your body this fast. “go ahead n’ cry pretty, but don’t lie to me”

your voice cried out a sound you thought was his name, but it was hard to be sure at this point. with how rapidly he was fingerfucking you while his mouth attacked your clit, you weren’t sure you’d ever produce a coherent word again. it didnt take long until you were once again on the edge of cumming, hands flying to his head as you desperately humped against his face. satoru didn’t complain though, he’d die happily if it was between your legs.

“c-cummin…’toru i c-can feel ngh”

‘that’s right princess, cream all over my fuckin’ fingers, know how bad your pussy needs this yeah?” his muffled voice spoke into your cunt, impoosibly apeeding up his ministrations until he watched your body convulse against him, a spray of clear liquid shooting out of your pussy.

riding out your orgasm against his tongue, you finally flopped back and attempted to catch your breath, eyes going wide when you felt his hands pull his jersey up to expose your tits.

“think ya can squirt again for me, but on my cock this time?”

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Bonus Drabble 5

Summary: Jungkook has treated you like a princess all day for your birthday and it's all lead up to this very special moment (a little glimpse into their future 🤭) Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 1.5k~ Warning: Honestly no warnings I think. Just some cute fluff and some suggestive language. Nothing crazy (written very quickly but I hope you guys still like it!) Requested by: 🧜‍♀️ anon 💜 (Happy Late Birthday my love) & another anon from a while back 💜 (sorry I didn't get it out till now 🥺) Start from the beginning

"Can I open my eyes now?" I ask, humoring him in this silly game that he's made of my birthday today. 

"Not yet, just a little closer" he say, guiding me by my hips and I soon feel the ground change from some sort of pavement to that of a stonework pathway. "Careful" he warns as I stumble when my foot gets caught on a rock. "I wouldn't have to be careful if I didn't have to keep my eyes closed" I grumble and he laughs before bringing me to a halt.

I feel him walk around me until he's standing right in front of me and tilts my head up towards him. "You and I both know you would've tripped on that rock anyways" he whispers against my lips causing me to shudder. The intensity of his words and actions mixed with the cool crisp air in this open area giving me goosebumps. 

He places a chased kiss on my pouted lips that try to respond to his but he's pulling back before I can even try to deepen it. "Okay, you can open them" he say, now standing behind me and I once I open my eye my breath is instantly taken away. 

"Jungkook" I whisper, a recreation of a beautiful white gazebo covered in twinkling lights and vines full of white roses accompanied by a table for two is the scene I'm met with. The warm glow scatters across the pathway as he ushers me closer. I turn around to face him once we've taken a closer look and I can see how nervous he looks after having revealed his hard work he had put together for the night. 

"You remembered" I say, blinking back the tears that I feel are no doubt making my eyes gloss over. "Did I do a good job?" he asks while he rubs the back of his neck, a nervous habit of his that always makes this strong confident man turn into a shy teenage boy, melting my heart and making me fall in love with him all over again. 

"It's perfect!" I say, going on my tippy toes and kissing him, hints of how I'll show my appreciation to him when we're alone again lightly laced through it. 

"It's almost as if we're in the actual movie!" I say, walking inside of the gazebo and admiring how much attention to detail he's put into this. "No wonder we've been watching A Cinderella Story so often" I say, now connecting the dots and finally figuring out why he had been so sneaky recently. 

"What? Can't a man just simply like a movie?" he playfully scoffs, walking closer to me and wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me close. "Thank you" I say and he hums in response. "Happy Birthday Darling" he replies, leaning down and rubbing his nose against mine. 

He pulls back and waves someone forward that had been hiding in the shadows and when I turn around I realize he's somehow managed to get a stringed quartette for the night. "Jungkook this is too much" I say, knowing that stuff like this definetly isn't cheap. 

"Don't worry, I only booked them for half an hour" he says making me laugh at his ways of trying to explain away how much he's spent on me the entire day as he's bought me almost everything I've so much glanced at, even when I asked him not to. 

I turn around and take a couple steps closer to the table and see the candles just waiting to be lit accompanied by my drink of choice on ice. 

"You-" I start off, turning around to face him but notice he's holding a white gift box wrapped with a white satin bow. "Jungkook" I scold, remembering how I told him to stop buying things for me already. "This is the last thing I promise" he says and I give him a warning glance before tugging on the ribbon and opening the lid and what I see inside really makes me want to cry this time. 

"I don't deserve all this" I say, tears welling up in my eyes and he panics and places the box on the table. "Please don't cry. I didn't mean to make you cry" he says, pulling me closer and placing a kiss on the crown of my head. 

"You've been treating me like a princess this whole day and then you not only do that but then plan all of this as well? Even down to the smallest details" I say, pulling away from him and reaching back into the box to pull out the beautifully, intricately designed pure white masquerade mask. 

"Well I did want to give you your own Cinderella Story for your birthday since I know it's your comfort movie. You do deserve this darling, and so much more" he say, wiping a stray tear off my cheek. "You even had us get breakfast at a diner this morning too" I chuckle and he does so right along with me. 

"What's wrong with that? Sam worked at a dinner in the movie right?" he asks and I nod my head in confirmation. "I should've known something was up when I saw roller skates" I say, joining along in his laughter. 

"You're just lucky I didn't try to get Hillary Duff over here to take your order" he teases poking me in the side which gains him a wack in the arm that he so dramatically responds to by faking a wince. "I would've preferred Jennifer Coolidge. She was so mean to Sam in that movie I would've loved to see her slip and fall in roller skates again" I wink and he continues laughing at my devious words. 

"You know she's like 60 years old now right? She could fall and break her hip" he says and I wave him off. "She's 62, she's not that old. If you're talking like that about her then you better start counting your years grandpa" I say patting him twice on the same bicep I hit earlier. 

"You're a little trouble maker you know you" he says, and tries to corner me. "Yes, yes I do. Don't get ahead of yourself though Daddy, we have company" I say, nodding towards the four who have been giving us a backing track to our nonsensical interaction. 

"Careful Bunny, you shouldn't be throwing words like that out in the open. I'm not opposed to bending you over that little table" he threatens and I visibly gulp, having forgotten exactly who I'm dealing with. "You know" I squeak out before clearing my throat, "You know you still haven't asked me to dance" I say and he smirks and steps back, giving me some breathing room and grabs the mask. 

"May I" he asks, holding it up so he can put it on me and I respond by turning my back to him so he can tie it. Once he's done his hands trail down my body and rest on my waist while he leans in and places some feather light kisses along my neck.

"Jungkook" I breathe out, trying but failing at adding a sterner tone to it. "Yes darling?" he asks, running his nose along the column of my neck. "A dance, just a dance" I say regrettably, lost in the feeling of him touching me like this but too embarrassed to let any of this go any further. 

He sighs against my skin before placing one more kiss this time under my ear and then twirling me around before dipping me into a low heated kiss. 

He stands back up and steadies me on my feet, still feeling a little woozy from the unexpected motion. He laughs and keeps a hold of my waist so I don't stumble before pulling me close and into that dance that I had mentioned. 

"You still didn't ask me" I grumble and he chuckles before pulling away, doing exactly as Austin Ames had done with his princely bow. "May I have this dance?" he questions and I wait a moment as if contemplating it and when he cocks his brow at me I immediately take his hand and he whisks me off my feet and twirls us about the small space. 

"Jungkook put me down!" I giggle and he slow his turns to a stop and places me back on my feet. "Are you trying to make me sick or something?" I ask in reference to all of the dipping and twirling and his casual efforts that just continue to take my breath away. 

"Not unless it's lovesick" he chuckles, placing a kiss on my forever pouted lips and walking over to pull out my chair. 

We continue the night with a candle lit dinner and his continued efforts to make me laugh and it's at that moment that I truly, with my entire heart hope that we will spend the rest of our lives together... 

And maybe in the next one too if he's lucky. 

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Alway's There

Pairing: Bestfriend!Bucky x Bestfriend!Reader

Warnings: A teeny sprinkle of angst. Sweet moments with Bucky Barnes.

Author's Note: My possibly poor attempt at returning to writing? Back to the abyss i go!

Another failed date. 

You trudged the stairs up to your apartment, heels in one hand, your shared key in the other. The feeling of disappointment looming over you like a dark cloud with each step up the flight of stairs you took closer to your landing. 

The self-deprecating part of your mind wrapped its clawed hand around your throat ‘maybe it is you’ it whispered harshly into your ear. And with each failed date, try as you may to shake the feeling you were beginning to believe maybe it was. 

 Tonight? The straw that broke the camel's back. 

Forcing yourself up the last step your bare feet hit the wooden landing of your floor carrying you the rest of the distance to your apartment door. You stop a foot away from the pristine white door letting out a silent breath of air, your eyes slipping shut as you let the disappointment of the evening wash over you. 

Maybe it was time to take a break you thought as you willed the feeling away, you knew your family and friends meant well but you weren’t sure you could bear another let down. You were growing tired of putting in your all only to be met with less of the effort you put in.  

“The night’s still young,” you told yourself as you slid your house key into the door unlocking it “the couch and a glass of wine is calling your name you -” your words fail you, your steps halting at the open threshold, hand frozen on the door as you take in the sight before you. 

Bucky stands by the couch, popcorn bowl in hand, his eyes sincere, smile warm and comforting, “there’s a glass of wine on the table for you,” he speaks softly, “wasn’t sure what movie you would want for the night, but it is your night to choose, go get comfortable,” he adds with a tilt of his head to the hallway where your rooms are, “I’ll be waiting.” 

“How did you?” is all you can manage as you push the door shut. 

He shakes his head, smile tugging at his lips ever so slightly, “I was hoping I would be wrong and that I would have to eat all this popcorn by myself; I know how much you were looking forward to this date – just wanted to have something ready for you in case it hadn’t gone to plan.” 

Your heels fall to the floor with a thud as you close the distance between you and your best friend your arms going around his neck. The comforting weight of his arm against your back has you letting out a shaky breath, “thank you.” He presses his lips to the side of your head, “no need to thank me you would have done the same for me sweetheart, now go get in your pj’s and you can tell me all about it.” 

“Jesus,” Bucky breathed, “He might as well have just gone on a date with his secretary, what the hell was he thinking talking about another women the whole night!” 

“That’s exactly how I felt!” you groaned grabbing a handful of popcorn, “and apparently nothing because no matter how I tried to redirect our conversation it was always ‘oh she loves that,’ or ‘oh that’s her favorite too.’ or ‘Oh what do you think about this, she thinks this.’” You shake your head, picking at the popcorn in your hand, “I just don’t get it, like is it me? Is something wrong with me? This is the fifth failed date this month.” 

“Hey, c’mon now don’t say that,” he comforts, hand finding your leg, “if anything’s wrong it’s the guys you’re going on dates with not being able to see what’s right in front of them sweetheart.  Maybe it’s time you try a different approach, these meatheads just don’t seem to be cutting it, you need someone who’s going to see you.” 

You see me, you think, your heart pattering away in your chest as you take in the broad man sat on the couch with you, the sweet words he shares, the night he put together in case it all went wrong. Why couldn’t it have been him? Why couldn’t he be yours?  

He squeezes your leg, concern in his gaze, “hey, what’s wrong?” 

You shake your head the gloomy feeling threatening to return, now was not the time to think of your best friend. “Nothing B, m’just tired is all, I’m fine though, I promise.” 

You know he doesn’t believe you when he plucks the bowl from between you leaning forward to place the bowl on the coffee table. He’s opening his arms to you a moment later fingers wiggling you to come closer, “c’mere,” he beckons. 

“Buck,” you laugh, “I said I’m fine.” 

His hands are on you, “you’ve never been able to lie to me, come here,” he chuckles pulling until your moving, molding into his warm embrace. His head rests over yours, hands running along your back comfortingly.  

“I really am fine, I  just think it's time to put the idea of finding someone right now on the back burner,” you murmur melting further into his side, “ I’m honestly tired of disappointment after disappointment, the only time I’m not disappointed is once I get home, which again thank you,” you say leaning back slightly to meet his gaze, “you didn’t have to but it means so much that you did this – that you thought of me.” 

“You’ve done the same for me y/n, every failed date you were right here sitting, waiting with chips and a beer ready to hear all about my night. Even the ones I thought went well only to never hear from them again you were right here.” 

“I swear those women were blind as bats to pass you up.” 

His chuckle rumbles in his chest, “feelings mutual sweetheart.” 

Your head finds his shoulder, his head falling over yours once more, “Hey should we adopt a cat?” 

“Adopt a cat?” he questions. 

“Yeah, so we can get started early,” you muse, your joke landing as you feel his laugh rumble against your side. 

“Yeah, yeah let’s adopt a cat.” he states matter of factly. 

You nearly knock him in the chin with how fast you move back to look at him, “wait really? We can really adopt a cat?” you gleam eyes bright. 

He laughs at your excitement, “Yes y/n, it’s a date, we can go adopt a cat.” 

Your breath catches in your throat, “a date,” you say tasting the words on your tongue. You’re not sure what to make of the expression on his features, your heart not allowing you to get your hopes up in fear of getting hurt. 

“Yes, a date, and hey If I mess it up, which something tells me that’s a long shot, at least I’ll know exactly how to remedy it.” 

Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum, you would swear you were dreaming if it weren’t for his very vivid warmth plastered against your side. “I don’t think you’ll need to,” is what you manage to say, because there was no way he could mess up when he’s been picking up everyone else’s failure. 

His smile is warm, you’ve never ached to kiss him more, “give me a few dates then you can decide yeah?” 

“A few dates?” you question, smile mirroring his own. 

“Yeah, let me be your different approach.” 

You grow shy under the intense sincerity of his gaze, your head finding his shoulder, as you breathed him in. “I’d really like that B,” you whisper after a moment. 

“I promise this won’t change the number of cats we adopt.” 

That has a fully belly laugh erupting past your lips, Bucky following suit as he pulls you closer.  

And it was in that moment that you realized you might already love him. 

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Tattooed Hearts V

Genre: No one to someone Tattoo artist! Jungkook X Reader

Summary: What happened to us? Why did we end up like this? It was only a one time thing. Now it’s ruined us both.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, mentions of hookups, insults, arguing, blood, mentions of period, insecurities

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Pt I • Pt II • Pt III • Pt IV *** Why did you think he’d change? Just because he was nice to you in the flower shop? How naive could you be? You’d walked into the tattoo parlour, it being unusually empty. Walking around a little, you tried to find someone, a customer, RM, V, anyone. But all you were met with, was Jungkook fucking some woman in the break room. You froze, staring at the girl being pounded into. She looked at you, exaggerating her moans even more when she saw you. You clenched your jaw and walked out, not wanting to deal with this today. Not knowing where to go, you wandered around Main Street, trying to get the image of him and the woman out of your head. Your face was wet…why was it wet? Oh god, you were crying over him again. Lock him out, keep him locked out, never let him in again. *** Laying on the couch in your apartment, you stared at the ceiling. You felt numb, curious on why he had such an effect on you. The voice in your head was calling you an idiot for letting him in again. Who did she think she was? Jesus Howard Christ, you were a stupid little girl that got jealous over a player! Why were you so rung up about some stupid guy that can’t keep it in his pants-! Your doorbell…who the hell was ringing your doorbell at 9:30 at night? You stood up, pulling your pj shirt down, looking through the peephole on your door. Oddly, no one was there…you opened your door, feeling and hearing a loud thud onto your floor. “Jungkook?!” You yelled, seeing the man lying on your floor, eyes half-opened. “Hey, pretty girl…” He mumbled out, running a hand through his hair. He sat up, leaning on your doorway. “What the hell are you doing here?” You asked, confused, angry and possibly even a little happy. Jungkook tilted his head up to look at you, giving you a hazy and drink smile. “M’missed you…you looked s-so good in that long thing you were wearing in the flower home…” He missed you…? No, stop it, he’s just drunk. “My long thing…? My dress? What…? Jungkook, why are you here?” You used your foot to move his legs so you could close your apartment door. He laughed, gently grabbing your leg, resting his head on it, “Missed you…needed…needed to see you…” Jungkook nuzzled your leg with his head, pressing his lips to it. “Jungkook, you’re drunk…possibly high. You don’t know what you’re saying. How’d you even get here? It’s too long of a walk from here to your place.” Okay, maybe you remembered how to get to his place from that one time he called you in the middle of the night, looking for a quick fuck. “Baby, I know what I’m saying…miss you…miss your pussy…miss your love…” He mumbled against your leg. Why hadn’t you pulled him off yet? Why hadn’t you kicked him out? Was it because you get bad? God, he looked adorable right now…but what were you gonna do with him? He can’t stay the night! But you have no way of getting him home. Fuck, why was your life so hard all of a second? “Okay, get up. Let-…no, let go of my leg!” You tried to pry him off of your leg, causing you to almost fall. Use your legs, that was the one thing you learned from the gym when lifting things. Struggling, you looped your arms around his waist, trying to pull him up to stand, but he was stronger and he pulled you down. He pulled you down into his lap. “You smell so good, baby…always so sweet…” Placing his head on your shoulder, he closed his eyes. “No! No! Open your eyes! You are not sleeping on my floor!” You wiggled yourself out of his lap, grabbing his arm, dragging him across the floor. At first glance, he didn’t look heavy, but I guess having all those muscles adds to it. Groaning, Jungkook tried to move your hands away, not liking the feeling of being dragged across the floor. “Ow, hurts….m’into that.” He smirks up at you. You drop his arms instantly, “ Stand up, Jungkook. I can’t drag you to my room.” Holding your hands out for him to grab. “Ooo, taking me to your room already?” He smiled drunkly, wiggling his eyebrows at you. He grabbed your hands, pulling himself

to stand up, stumbling into you. “You could at least wine and dine me first.” You’ve already done that to me. You sighed, taking his hand and leading him to your room. He threw himself onto your bed, cuddling up with your pillows. He fell asleep pretty quickly, most likely unaware of his surroundings. You sat down on the floor, looking up at his sleeping form on your bed. Why’d you come? Why didn’t you go to the other girl? Staring at him made tears well up into your eyes, you never should’ve looked at him. He was bad for you, like a parasite you couldn’t get rid of. Something that kept infecting you and burning you to the floor. You shouldn’t have even let him in tonight. “So pretty…su..such a good girl…my baby…” He mumbled in his sleep, you stood up, walking out of your room. Even in his sleep he talks about the other woman. Why try to be friendly when all he does is play you? Just shut up, keep your pretty poison lips shut. You’ve poisoned me enough. *** Rubbing your temples, you stared at the TV in front of you, listening to Lindsay ramble on and on. “He’s in your bed?! Like, right now he’s laying, in YOUR bed?? Oh my god, Y/N, did you sleep with him? Girl, I told you to find other dick! You can do so much better!” You shushed her, “Keep your voice down. I didn’t sleep with him, he showed up drunk last night at my door. He wouldn’t leave. So I let him in and put him in my bed.” You were running off of caffeine, two hours of sleep and a full season of Gilmore Girls. “How does he even know where you live?” She asked sceptically, placing her hands on her hips and looking you up and down. “One of the nights we were drunk and horny, my place was the closest. We came here.” Looking up at her, it posed a question, why did he still remember where you lived? “And he still remembers? Girl, I don’t know if that’s cute or stalker-ish.” “I don’t even want to think about it.” You rubbed at your eyes, the lack of sleep was making it hard to think about the fact you had Jungkook in your bed. The door creaked open, revealing a sleepy looking Jungkook. He walked out and paused, looking between you and Lindsay, then at his surroundings. Lindsay cleared her throat, pointing towards the door, “I’m gonna head out…I’ll see you later, Y/N.” With that, she escaped the situation. Why was god always on her side? Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck, looking towards you. He cleared his throat, “Morning…” holy fuck, his voice was deep and sultry. That alone was enough to make your panties damp. “Can you get out of my house now?” You more so told him than asked, standing to motion towards the front door. “Sure, but don’t you want me to stay a little longer? Maybe some head would get you out of this sour mood.” He quipped, smirking slightly. “Sour mood? Sour mood?! You came to my house at 10 last night, drunk as a pig! Pushing yourself into my house, pleading you missed me and needed me! I dragged your sorry ass from the front to my bedroom, allowing you to sleep in my bed and stay the night, and you’re telling me I’m being sour? You’re lucky I let you in! I could’ve shut you out and called the police, telling them some drunk showed up at my apartment! It’s weird enough you remember where I live, I don’t need you coming into my home! You could’ve gone to that other woman’s house, but nooo, you came here! So quit telling me I’m sour, when I’m the one that let you in even after all the shit you’ve done to me!” Your ramble left him stunned, staring at you with utter shock. He wanted to say things, apologize, talk it out, but no words came out. You scoffed, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door, opening it and pushing him out. “Stop coming to me when you’re high.”

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@junecat18

[linos-luna]

Under his spell ❣️🔪

??!Yandere!Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Warnings: yandere , 18+ smut , manipulation , dumbification , unprotected sex, fingering, extreme jealousy, dub con ?

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Hyunjin must have you under a spell or something because there is no way you should’ve stayed with him for so long. He was romantic but he was also extremely clingy and obsessive. He would get easily jealous and was so controlling that you could barely go anywhere without him. Hyunjin is a beautiful man, with a perfect body and gorgeous eyes. Looking at his eyes can make you putty in his hands and he knew that. He knows exactly how to get what he wants from you.

You wanted to go out and see some friends. It had been 2 weeks since Hyunjin let you out and you were getting desperate for the outside world.

You thought he was gone; you had heard him leave and once he did, you quickly got changed and grabbed your purse.

As you made your way to the door you suddenly felt a grip on your shoulder and was yanked back, causing you to trip and fall backwards on your ass.

You looked up to see your boyfriend standing there with his arms crossed.

“Where do you think you’re going, love?”

“Out…”

“No you’re not!” He said shaking his head, smiling sarcastically.

“I want to see my friends!” You pouted as you tried getting up, only for Hyunjin to kick you back down with his foot.

“Don’t talk back to me, dumb bitch!” He blurted out. He rarely cursed at you so you knew he was pissed. “Why are you always trying to leave me?!”

You landed on your back and was scared as he kneeled down and crawled over you. “Why are you so dumb huh? Just a big dumb baby.” He shook his head, leaning down to kiss you before you slapped him.

He was in a state of shock which gave you enough time to fight him off of you and make a run for the door. Instead he quickly got up and pushed you into the door, then pulling you close. “You only go out with me!”

“You’re mine! Got it?! You’re mine!” He said this, almost laughing, sounding unhinged, as if on the verge of a breakdown.

“Hyunjin let go!”

Your boyfriend was grabbing you by the wrists while you struggled to get free and he was still smiling. It was creepy.

“Hey baby! My love, please stop.” He was trying to look at you, suddenly calming down.

“Stop Jinnie, you’re scaring me!” You cried while shaking your head.

“I thought you loved me.” Hyunjin tilted his head and his eyes locked with yours. “Don’t you love me?”

“Well… yeah! I do love you! I just… I just…” you started but your voice was trailing off as he continued staring at you.

“You just keep starting dumb fights, right my love?” Hyunjin continued your sentence while nodding causing you to nod as well.

“I keep… starting dumb fights?” Your defense was going down and you tried to think about what the fight was even about but this man was practically blocking your thoughts. Your eyes trailed off a bit to think but before you could, Hyunjin backed you into the wall and rubbed your cheek, getting your attention back on him.

“You need me, love…” he said softly while locking eyes with you again.

“I… I need you…” you replied now blushing. Every time he did this you’d be reacting as if he was just a big crush you had. As if you just met him. You’d be blushing and heart thumping like some silly school girl.

“You’re such a pretty girl… but always so dumb…” Hyunjin sighed while moving your hair to a side. “You’re just Jinnie’s dumb pretty girl. That’s why you need me.”

“… Jinnie’s dumb pretty girl…” you repeated. He nodded again, causing you to do the same. “… That’s why I need him.”

Hyunjin knew you were intoxicated with him. You would practically follow his gaze now. Even tilting your head when he did. He loved having this control over you. He was pretty satisfied with himself. You were so easy to manipulate.

“Come on…” Hyunjin said, now gently taking your hand, leading you to the bedroom.

“Where are we going Jinnie…?” You asked, still in a bit of a daze, mindlessly following him.

Hyunjin gave you a kiss on the cheek and sat on the bed. “You want to make Jinnie happy?”

“Jinnie… happy…?” You started to come back to earth and looked around, wondering how you ended up in the bedroom.

Hyunjin could see the panicked look on your face but before he could react, you quickly ran out. Your boyfriend chased you and you made it out the front door, running into one of your friends that you were supposed to meet up with.

“Oh hey, y/n! Are you okay?” The freckled boy asked you, seeming a bit confused. “You were late and I just wanted to-”

“Oh Felix! I’m so glad you’re here!” You interrupted and started leading him away.

“Yeah but… what’s going on…?”

“It’s Hyunjin! He… he-…” your words fazed out as you focused on your boyfriend at the door, behind your friend.

“Yeah…?” Felix asked, raising a brow.

Your eyes were locked on your boyfriend’s again and you were shaking nervously. “He…”

“Is helping take care of you, right baby?” Hyunjin said suddenly, causing Felix to jump and turn to see him.

“Oh are you okay?” Felix asked, turning back to you.

“She’s just feeling a little sick.” Hyunjin replied for you, not even looking at the boy.

“Feeling… sick.” You shook your head, trying to snap out of it, looking right past Felix. “I’m sick? No…?”

Felix thought you both were acting a little odd but he shrugged it off. “Well… I hope you get better.” He said before leaving.

Hyunjin grabbed your hand and lead you back inside, then back to the room.

“Baby… why did you do that?”

You were silent, not being able to think of an answer because this boy had gotten inside your head again.

He held you tightly in front of him while holding your chin.

“Why…? why did I… what…?” You didn’t even know what he was talking about anymore; you were just confused.

Hyunjin chuckled to himself as he watched you looking around the room.

“Jinnie… why…?” You asked, almost slurring your words as you got lost in his beautiful gaze once more.

“Why what, my love?”

“Why… are we in our room…?” You asked.

“Because you wanted to make jinnie happy.”

“I want to make jinnie happy…” You repeated.

“Take off your clothes love.” He said in a more demanding tone.

You were quick to comply and did so with no hesitation. You weren’t sure if it was because of the daze he put you in or it’s your submissive self coming through, I mean he is pretty dominating.

You stood there waiting for the next instruction as he admired your form.

Hyunjin pulled you close and kissed you deeply while groping your breasts.

Apart from his eyes, his lips were just as intoxicating. They’re so plump and soft. He started pulling away but you were almost chasing his lips.

“Come here.” Hyunjin said while sitting on the bed and patting his lap. He had lowered his pants.

You did so with no hesitation, feeling his now hard cock touching your sensitive spot, causing you to whine and buck your hips a little.

“You want my cock so bad, don’t you?” He said with a smirk, now kissing and marking your neck. “Just a dumb baby that wants my cock huh?”

“Dumb baby…” you said in a breathy tone. He made his way to your lips, kissing you deeply and gripping your hips tightly. Hyunjin continued kissing you while groping your breasts then patting your pussy with his fingers.

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that for me?” He asked with a pout. He loved when you did so. You always look so stunning and sexy. He’s able to see your fucked out face and breasts in full view.

“Yes, Jinnie…” you replied, now moving so he could sit back and lower his underwear. After situating himself, you hovered over and sunk onto his cock, gasping as you did so, there was no warming up and it snapped you back to reality.

“Jinnie! … Hyunjin?!” You gasped. You were in a panic and trying to move off of him but he firmly held you there, thrusting his hips up.

You threw your head back as he was moving you, eyes rolling back as you tried regaining control.

“Hyunjin….” You moaned, eyes getting glassy and drool going down your chin. “Hyunjin stop…”

Hyunjin kept thrusting up into you and eventually you gave into the pleasure and stopped fighting back.

“Ride me, love… keep moving.” He said with a devious smile. “I know you want my cock so bad…”

And so you continued moving, hard and deep enough to hit your sweet spot. Hyunjin noticed this and thrusted some more, causing you to make nearly pornographic noises.

“Jinnie… jinnie!” You were gasping and bucking you hips until you hit your high.

Hyunjin smiled and took you off of him and laying you on the bed.

You tried relaxing but before doing so he inserted 2 fingers into you thrusting then in and out with no warning which caused you to nearly scream. You were beyond overstimulated.

“Hyunjin! Wh-wh-what are-?”

“Never try that shit again… you can’t leave me.” His voice was oddly calm and he pulled his fingers out then put them to your lips. “Suck.”

You let him put his fingers in your mouth and sucked your essence from them.

“Never leave me okay…” he smiled and took his fingers back, putting his underwear and pants back on before leaving the room to lock up.

You laid there, feeling disoriented, and thinking about what just happened. How could this happen again?!

He soon came back and laid with you, and you found yourself holding on and nuzzling his neck.

Here you were again. Back under your boyfriend’s spell.

Maybe he’s a vampire? A witch? Anything that can seduce his victims? Who knows? You’ll never know…How can this man nearly put you in a trance just by looking at you??

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Ko-fi

[aliorsboxostuff]

ok so imagine ftm reader x joel in the apocalypse. because i just know being trans in an apocalypse is NOT fun. you can make the prompt however specific as you want but i just thought that would be such a cool and interesting idea for a fic. :)

A/N: GOD ANON SUCH A GOOD IDEA yk i'm gonna put a bit of my own experience as a trans man (that went through 7 hrs of a con w binders on… *shivers*). As always, please excuse the mistakes as english is my 2nd language and enjoy Anon!

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Tags: HBO Joel Miller x ftm!Reader, Reader uses He/Him pronouns, Trans and in an apocalypse? Can't get any worse, oh wait yes it can, Binding struggles, fluff, meet-cute(?), Do you count meeting a dad and his kid cute?, maybe, It’s Joel and Ellie of course they’re cute, meeting, humor, Snarky!Ellie, tired-dad!Joel, soft ending, no angst, maybe a bit, it is EP.3 after all, slight OOC

[Starts from the end of Ep.3 of The Last of Us] Meeting a stone-cold man and his curious stray kid wasn't really on your apocalypse agenda, neither was falling in love with him. But then again, when has life ever gone your way? Hell, even god fucked up from when you were born, mixed up the damn gender. So here you are, helping him and his kid ready themselves to head to Wyoming, while you hitch a ride. Maybe it’ll do you some good, finally finding company with another human being

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God why was it so hot?

While you keep hauling what remains of your backpack through the path, the sun beats down on you. Despite pulling off your hoodie, now left in only a shirt, the heat threatens to boil you whole. The sides of your binder digs in slightly and it makes moving another endeavor. The two bottles of water inside your bag are quickly diminishing with every break you take, now only half of one bottle remains.

You groan, eyes becoming hazy with every blink, when suddenly, you spot a chain-linked fence meters in front of you. A shot of energy courses through you as hope rises, quickly jogging to the area while you wave your hands, but trying not to make a sound in case any infected comes running by. 

You stopped just shy of the chain link, glancing at the high-voltage sign. You've been electrocuted once, you're not about to get electrocuted twice. You opted to look around instead, glancing at the various put-together houses, and the church in the far corner of the neighborhood. Despite the leaves littering the streets, flowers bloomed encircling the town's middle. You turn your head to find a way in, maybe a chance for you to vault over without getting burned, or maybe dig underneath-

"Turn around." 

You freeze. The hairs on your nape start to rise, heart rate following suit as a bead of sweat drops. "Turn around, and drop your bag. Slowly." 

You gulp, carefully moving one foot and the other until you fully turn, now face to face with a gun trained at your head, behind it, a man with eyes sharp enough to cut through skin is ready to pull the trigger at sight. Your eyes cautiously glance at the girl behind him, the same vicious stare with a sharp knife in her hand. 

As instructed, you slip your backpack and hear it hit the ground, before the man tilts his head, indicating for you to kick it away, and so you did. 

"Drop your weapons,"

"I don't have a gun," Your voice wavers, hands shaking slightly as it hovers beside you, a surrender you’re hopeful the man will take. He doesn't. 

"Drop anything other than a gun, then," He leaves no room for negotiations. You blink, before taking out the pocket knife and knuckle dusters from your pocket, throwing them to his direction. The guy raises his brow at the items and you shrug, still hesitant despite trying to appear nonchalant. 

With the gun still aimed at you, he picks both of the weapons up, storing them, before he stands again. "What's in the bag?" 

"Some… Canned food, water bottles, a lighter, other stuff," 

"How did you find this place?"

"I just…" Now that, you wondered yourself. You remembered leaving your group when a sketchy religious guy showed up and everyone started preaching to him, going nowhere in particular, just out of the growing conservative group and somewhere safe. Wandering for weeks before stumbling here, thinking you finally found another group willing to accept your scrappy ass. "I don't know, I don't even know this place existed, I was wandering around then came across…" You tilted your head back to the fence.

A pause. The man then speaks in a hushed tone with the girl, before they both nodded, the girl evidently less cautious after the whispers. "Empty your bag." 

You did as so, slowly reaching for the pack and unlatching the top, turning it upside down and letting the contents drop. Bottles, food, plasters, your lighter, a torch, other knick-knacks you couldn't resist picking up, all falling to the ground. When a flutter of paper falls, the girl perks slightly, before she retreats when you noticed. "I-I'm alone-"

"How do we know you're alone?" 

Your eyes looked around before you shrug. "I… Got separated from my group. A weird guy joined us and separated some people, and he uh… Kicked me out. Im alone, I promise, I don't have anyone following me from my group or from… Anywhere,"

Another pause. He seems to turn the info around his mind, before he looks back at the girl, she only does the same.

"Alright." He nods, eyeing the clutter on the ground. "Walk, slowly, away from the fence." 

Taking steps away from the chain until your position and the man change, you stand far from the fence while he and the girl stands just a meter away. He nods to the girl and she nods back. Now, her dark eyes are focused on you, while the man unlocks the gate to the place. 

"What's with the book?" She jerks to the opened pages on the ground.

"Just a journal. Keeps the mind sane," She hums, then you hear a click of the fence being opened. The man ushers the girl in, before he looks back at you, standing defenseless outside just meters away, disheveled and wary. He huffs.

"Get in here, quick," 

Your face beams. "Thank you, so much," You breathe before picking up your bag and contents, then jogging inside and the man locks the gate again. 

The neighborhood looks as if lived in, despite the run-down houses except one that stands grand and white a couple of streets down. "You two live here?"

"No, someone we know does," The girl answers. The man begins walking to the house, the girl following loosely behind him, before she turns.

She still has a hint of caution in her eyes, yet she asks, "What's your name? I'm Ellie, that's Joel," 

"Pleasure meeting you Ellie, Joel," Ellie grins, Joel doesn't turn. You give her your name, at which she smiles before looking past you.

"Do you write often?" 

"Just for fun, nowhere to publish it anyways," 

She nods. "What do you write about?"

"Stuff I see, birds, leafs, interesting flowers I pass by," You begin walking towards the house as well, following them. "I have pressed dried flowers in there," 

"Pressed dried? Like you have dead flowers in your journal?"

"Sure," You grin as she chuckles, turning around when Joel opens the house's gates and motions for Ellie to stop, so you do too.

"I'm checking inside first. You-" His eyes meets yours, you gulp. "Stay here, look out for any infected," 

"In here? This is basically a fortress," 

"Once I'm done, then I'll call you," You only nod, afraid to aggravate Joel even further. You'd hate to appear annoying to a man that offered you safety. 

Minutes pass, you idle outside, taking in the scenery. There are flowers in fitted pots, already dry and dying. The fence that surrounds the house Joel and Ellie still looks put together, the paint scraping would indicate age but otherwise looks fine. There's a brown garage door off the side. You wonder if it stored any vehicles. 

Suddenly, Joel storms outside, making you jump. His otherwise stoic face has a sheen layer of pain, of apprehension, before you spotted a piece of paper in his hand. His eyes meet yours for a brief second, before he turns and crumples the paper. You stand to the side, nearing the gates, while Joel takes his time gathering himself. The urge to ask, to comfort, almost overwhelms you before he speaks. "Help me check the car,"

A key dangles in his hand, and you follow suit. He opens the garage door, and you move to the back of what looks like a covered car. Sure enough, once you and Joel pull the cover up, a blue pick-up comes into view. "Nice," you smooth your hand on the rear door. Then suddenly, a sharp bang from the front, Joel closes the engine harder than needed. You gulp.

Contemplation appears on Joel's face again. You didn't dare to move. His eyes search the room, until it lands on something out of your view, on top of a refrigerator. His eyes track down, then he stalks to said fridge and opens it. Seems like he finds what he was looking for and Joel closes it back.

“You can't come with us.”

“What?” It sounded small, way too small to your liking, until you realized it was your voice.

“We’re going to Wyoming, either way there’s no space for-”

“Please, Joel,” You find yourself leaning towards him, your knuckles white on the trunk of the car. “I don't- I have nowhere to go,” Joel opens his mouth to interject before you continue; “And I'm not asking to join you, and Ellie. I just…” You inhale sharply.

“Please let me go with you two, to Wyoming. Then just leave me there.” You blink the growing panic back down. “Just a ride. Then I'll be off your backs. I promise,” 

The man standing meters away from you, hand still firmly on the edge of the fridge, eyes dark and stone cold, ponders over your words. You can practically feel the consideration, the slight glance from him when he meets your eyes, before he turns to the door, then back to you. “Just a ride,”

“Just a ride. You have my word.”

Then, painstakingly slow, he nods then walks to exit the garage, making you exhale a relief breath. "Check the fuel, I'll go check on Ellie," 

You simply nodded as he exited the garage. You go and check the fuel from the meter inside the car first, then find it empty. For safety reasons, you think. So you check around the garage for any fuel canisters. You found a couple behind some boxes, so you pulled them out to ready them when Joel needs it.

You deem it enough snooping around so you return to the house, just in time to hear Ellie ask, "So what now?" 

You knock on the door lightly, to alert the two, and Ellie glances at you. You two share a look at Joel, before he huffs. “We grab what we can,” 

He passes you, taking note of your curiosity, before he goes through the house with you and Ellie in tow. He goes through a couple of rooms, before he pulls at a hatch and it gives in, a staircase leading to what you presume was a basement. 

Upon entering, the room is lit up with working LEDs. You and Ellie spotted the wall of guns first, you blowing a low whistle. “Ho-ly shit.” Ellie’s eyes were on the many firearms mounted neatly.

“This guy’s a genius,” She grins and looks around. Your hand reaches for a mounted shock gun, almost touching it, before you retreat when you hear Joel messing with the other things in the room. You noted a steady hum of music, something you could recognize but not pinpoint. Ellie turns to walk over to where Joel was looking at the monitors.

“Why was the music on?”

“If he didn't reset the countdown every few weeks,” His eyes went over something. “This playlist would run over the radios,”

“‘80s…” The two share a look of realization, you can visibly see Joel gulp.

“Grab some cans from over there,” Joel points behind him. “Nothin’ dented, or swollen,” He mainly points it out to Ellie as she moves, but his eyes linger on you so you also get moving.

“Dude,”

“No.” You turn around to spot Ellie standing near the wall of firearms. 

“There’s a wall of them,” And she’d be right, but Joel only fixed her a stare that made her nod in defeat, almost making you giggle. Joel goes back to the monitors while you and Ellie search through the cans.

You’ve emptied most of the top shelves, leaving the clearly dented ones, while Ellie picked apart the bottom half, looking at each label with fascination. Once you’ve got your pack full, you crouch near her when she looks at one with interest. 

“‘Chef Boyardee’,” You smile as she turns to you. “They got great taste,” 

“Is this what you all eat?” She asks both you and Joel as she turns to face him. “Like, before the infection thing,”

“Well, most foods weren't in cans, if that's what you’re asking,” You absentmindedly pick at one of the cans' labels, already peeling. “Big shops, grocery stores, would sell raw stuff so you can cook them,”

“Cook anything?” Her eyes gleam, making you huff out a chuckle. 

“Sure, as long as there's a recipe, I for one can't cook for shit,” She chuckles, before putting the can into her bag. As you and Ellie make your way upstairs, you pass Joel whose eyes soften as you let Ellie climb up first.

Ellie found a bag and she scurries off to shove toilet paper in it. You made your way into the bathroom to find the medicine cabinet fully stocked. “Fuck yeah,” 

You grab all that your arms can fit and run back to where Ellie was emptying the storage room. Setting all the medicine and emergency kit into the bag, you head back to look under the sink of the bathroom to find a couple of tampons and pads. Another victory. As you reach your hand into the cabinet, a roll of body tape falls out. Checking back to hear Ellie's busy with her work, you stuff the tape into your pocket and head out with the packs of pads and tampons.

Ellie looks up from where she’s hunched inside the storage area. “Hell yeah,” She nods as you stuff the packs into the bag.

Joel emerges from the bunker and heads upstairs just as you and Ellie finish filling up the bag. Ellie follows Joel and so do you, still contemplating what the girl is to Joel or who Joel is to Ellie. Though you shrug it off when Joel opens a door into a worn room, decorations vary on the walls but he beelines into, what you presume, is a closet. He opens it and looks around, clicking a light on, before he settles on a box and pulls it out, setting it on the bed.

The box is labeled ‘Women's shirt, SM-MED’ so Ellie looks through it. She pulls out a red shirt that she fits over her front to make sure, before she glances at you. You only nod in approval, giving her a thumbs up, making her grin and set the article aside.

Joel emerges with a box labeled ‘Long Sleeve Shirts’ and goes back in. You stood opposite of Ellie between the bed, hesitant to touch the box, before Ellie took it first and opened it. She notices your hovering hand and falters on the flaps. “Oh, you wanna take this one?”

“Those won't fit him,” Joel barks from inside the closet, almost making you jump. But instead, his tone is like poking fun at you, so you roll your eyes, huffing.  

“Haha, real funny man,” Your hand reaches back for the box Ellie was opening, before another box abruptly drops next to your hand, affectionately labeled ‘Mens shirt, SM-MED’.

“This could,” His eyes met yours before he ducks back into the closet. 

You stand, almost in shock, elevated from both relief and happiness as it blooms inside you. The box is still closed, sitting just far from you, and the label almost makes your eyes gloss. You swallow a heavy lump, before you notice Ellie's fleeting glance from you to the box, then back to you. “Go ahead dude, those would be way too big for me,” She shrugs.

And so you went through the box and picked out the articles you deemed good enough to fit your form. 

After sorting through the box of clothes, the three of you make your way into the garage. You stand near the door in order to not step in Joel's way while Ellie pokes around, but if you were being honest with yourself, you just wanted to admire the dynamic between Ellie and Joel. Joel has found an all-purpose charger, hooking it up to the car battery. After a minute, the charger begins to work as he surveys it. “Needs another hour,”

“They have hot water!” Ellie cheers as she turns on a faucet from the other end of the room. “I’m takin’ a shower,” She declares as she begins to make her way to where you're standing.

“Then you’re showering, cuz’ seriously,” She huffs, making a disgruntled face at Joel, which made you chuckle. Joel only deadpans as she moves past you. “You too!” She hauls back as she absentmindedly points in your direction.

That made both of your eyebrows shoot up, sputtering for an answer. Your eyes briefly meet Joels, a slight smirk tugging on his lips, before you yourself huffed out a laugh. “I should…” You falter, unable to think of an excuse, before jogging to join Ellie in the house.

Ellie finished her shower quickly, clad in the red shirt she picked and the long sleeves she must've taken out of the box. When she exits the room to find you waiting in the hallway, your pile of clothes a bit taller than her, and arches a brow. “A lot of layers,”

“I get cold easily,” You shrug, making her nod and promptly go downstairs. 

After making sure the door locks, you start to discard your tattered clothes, pulling out your hoodie to also discard it, sticky with grime and dirt. You carefully set your binder on the sink and finally relish the feeling of steady water beating down your body.

Once you’re dry with a towel hanging on your hips, you take out the body tape and fasten a makeshift binder, not too tight to avoid any mishaps. Your dirty binder has been washed under the faucet, so it's now wrung dry enough to be in a plastic bag and shoved into your pack. You put your hair in a towel wrap while you put on deodorant, then the clothes you picked out, zipping up the pants and fastening a belt around it. Pulling on the top, then a t-shirt over it, before a jacket to top it off. You pull off the towel from your hair, leaving it damp enough for it to dry in the wind.

As you walk to the door, a mirror stands just next to it. You spot your reflection, no longer with streaks of dried blood and dirt, hair array from days without proper cleaning. A man with deep eye bags but an otherwise put-together demeanor stares back. You smile, arranging your drying hair a bit, before exiting the room. 

You meet Ellie downstairs, looking around and touching the various items scattered about the still-warm house. You make your way to the dining table, and the unfinished food on the table makes a gnawing feeling in your gut appear. Not the rotting stench, but something significant happened here, if you could judge the wine glasses sat neatly next to each other, now supporting dust instead of its usual amber contents. You swallow down the feeling of what has happened and instead take a seat in the vacant area of the table, pointedly away from the rotting food. As Ellie paces around, you take out your book, flipping through the pages of various notes and entries you’ve written.

You pick out one dried lily you pressed months ago. “See? Dead flowers,” Ellie turns to you, before she spots the flower you’re holding and chuckles.

“There's a lot out front y’know,” She adds. You hum and nod, before returning back to your pages. 

Joel enters the house just as you turn a page. You smile, nodding to the stairs behind the dividing wall. “Showers all yours,” You said. He assesses you, taking a second too long which makes you break eye contact, our eyes back to your book, a steady heat growing on your face. Then he glances at Ellie before he nods and heads to the stairs. Ellie gives you a look once, twice, before she smirks and continues her poking. 

A couple of minutes passes, before you hear a sequence of steps, a muffled ‘oh shit’ maybe coming from Ellie, then you pick your head up from the deep pages and find Ellie standing in front of Joel, combed back curls, highlighting his steadily graying edges, beard shaved neatly, a fitting plaid t-shirt and dark jeans are what he picked from the box, it seems. “Well, don't you look pretty,”

“I agree,” Ellie joins before you can explode from the embarrassing compliment you sputter out. 

“Shut up,” Joel answers, throwing the deodorant you wore earlier into Ellie’s hands. You don't miss the tint of red on Joel's ears, highlighted by the sun coming from the front door. 

“Nice,” She begins to put it on, before you gape. 

“Wait, you didn't put it on?”

“What, I didn't see it!” She retorts, putting the cap back on. 

“Ellie, ew,” The girl throws the deodorant at you, which you caught easily, both of you giggling. 

“Come on you two,” Joel huffs from the door. Ellie quickly puts her pack on as you put your book inside yours, securing it on your back. 

You help Joel with the gear on the pick-ups tub, making sure it’s secured and putting the water-proof tarp over it. Joel and Ellie get in the car as you open the garage door, then slide in yourself into the back seat. Ellie’s eyes practically shine as she prods at the car's dashboard, pulling down the vanity mirror, then messing with the rearview before she pushes it, promptly displaying you in the backseat and Joel next to her.

“It’s your first time in a car?” He stares at the curious girl.

“It’s like a spaceship,” She answers, still in a trance as she prods at the AC flap. 

“No, it's like a piece of shit Chevy S10,” Joel’s answer makes you chuckle from the back seat, rearranging your pack. “But it’ll get us there, I think.”

“Seatbelt,” Ellie turns to Joel, a slight confusion in her eyes, before Joel sighs and pulls the belt over her then hands the rest to Ellie. “Seatbelt.”

She grins, then clicks the seatbelt in place. “So cool,”

You grin from where you’re sat, Joel spotting you from the rearview mirror, your eyes meet briefly which makes you duck your head, settle into the seat and promptly look out the window. Joel starts the car and it hums to life, you can feel the engine purring from the recharged battery and fuel. 

Ellie fumbles and opens the compartment under her, pulling out a cassette tape. Joel notices the girl grinning from what she found. “Would ya leave it,”

“Put it back. Ellie,” Joel's exasperated tone only spurs Ellie more as she slides it into the radio, already pressing play. Your grin matches Ellie's as a melody begins to fill the car, eyes on the various houses you pass. Ellie clearly doesn't recognize the song, her hand reaching for the stop or skip button, before Joel perks up.

“No, no, leave it. This is good,” He says, turning the car to where the gate is meters away. “This is Linda Ronstadt, y’know who Linda Ronstadt is?”

“You know I don't know who Linda Ronstadt is,” Her deadpan expression makes you chuckle, leaning into the comfy seat as you settle into the song. Joel, as if looking for support, spots you from the rearview and arches a brow. You only shrug with a smile on your lips, nodding. 

“Oh man,” Joel glances at the radio, the gate already in front of the car.

“Eh, it's better than nothing,” Ellie smiles, glancing out to the glowing fields, the evening sun already basking its shine on the earth. You sigh, entranced by the singer's voice, clearly to Joel's liking. He pushes the code for the gate and it opens. He puts the remote back, and advances forward, into the road in front.

—

It's been months since your first meeting with Joel and Ellie.

Now, settled into Jacksons easy living commune, you live just next door to Joels and Ellies.

You remembered when they both left some weeks ago, something about looking for a lab, but you didn't catch why. You remembered the way Ellie clung to you as they were getting ready to leave. She's grown fond of you, sharing the same humor and references, even if you’re still years older than her. So when her hands shook as it digs into your jacket, you pull her closer as well, letting her bury her head into the crook of your neck. Then you pressed a kiss on her forehead, mumbled ‘Stay safe,’ before she let go then headed to her horse. Then there was Joel.

Joel, who you were once scared of. Who you helped with gathering wood for the fire. Who you shared breakfast with the morning after leaving those houses. Who you caught smirking at Ellie's joke. Who you ran with when Wyoming went to shit. Who let you stay with him and Ellie without you asking, moving through that insane city until you found the brothers. Who you watched bury them when Sam turned. Who was the gracious ticket that let you into Jacksons. 

Whom you’ve grown feelings for. 

When he was about to leave, you were hesitant to touch him. Anything beyond a helping hand on his arm or shoulder was a breach, so you’ve always kept your hand to yourself. That's what you thought until Joel pulls you into him, almost pushing all of the oxygen out of you. You returned the embrace with equal strength, blinking away the worry gathering in your eyes. It lasted long enough before he pulled back and joined Ellie on the horse. The massive gates opened just slightly, before the two exits, unknown to you how long they’ll leave. Or if they’ll even come back.

But they did, with the two closer than ever.

Now, the three of you simply live in Jacksons. A shout away from each other. Sometimes Ellie would come by, unannounced of course, and hang on your couch while you do chores. Sometimes she’ll look around your collection of books that you salvaged from each import of stuff every month. She’ll find something that interests her and borrow it, bringing it back to her house. On the rare chance that you cook, she’ll stay to eat, asking if you made the food yourself or if it came from a recipe. You'd bat at her arm, saying ‘Of course it’s from a recipe Ellie, y’know I’ll burn the house down.’ And she'll laugh.

Sometimes she brings Joel over. He stays for coffee while Ellie is busy with something. Sometimes you two talk, about something or nothing. About the on-goings of Jacksons. About your shift at the community school and theater. About his shifts on patrols and fixing up old buildings for repurposes. Sometimes just to sit and drink, basking in the pure joy of watching Ellie scuttle around, finding things of interest, and asking you questions about your latest project. Those times are when he’ll shuffle closer, hesitant near your lax stance as you laugh at what Ellie said. He’ll put his cup down and carefully, oh so slowly, brush his hands against yours, and you’ll blink, red steadily growing up your neck. You smile then, relaxing your hand, letting Joel set the pace. Then finally, in the privacy of your house, between Joel and you, he laces his fingers with yours, the warmth of his hands burns yours. But you endure, even welcoming his slightly shaking hold, and you’ll squeeze tight. You turn your head to meet Joel's dark browns, the creases on the side of his eyes dent slightly as he smiles, and you smile too, dropping your head to his broad shoulder. 

Then Ellie would look at your entwined hands and scoff. “That's so gay,” 

Joel would immediately cross his arms while he retorts that she is also gay, and Ellie would quip back another snarky response. You’d laugh, holding your middle and trying not to stumble from where you stand. 

Requests are open

[teal-sword]

♡Love Letters♡

Zenitsu Agatsuma x GN reader

✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧

Loud. If you were ever asked to describe the world this is the one world in it that you feel you never change since your family was slaughtered, when you killed your first demon, to when you ended up in the Butterfly Estate injured you always heard noise.

The slight blow of the wind, the breeze making the tree leaves make a bit of a rustle, foot steps.. wait. Footsteps? You open your eyes and look around... No one? Then you hear a voice and teeth chattering "A-a demon but how did they get h-here? God god I'm going to die, and I didn't even get to marry anyone!" A young man who looks about the same age as you "Please calm down," you say in a calm quiet voice " I just wanted some fresh air I'm not a demon" 'his fear is so much I can basically feel it from here'. You think dropping the cold act you pat a spot next to you "if you like to sit down" the young boy walks up slowly and sits down gently next to you "I'm sorry it was rude of me to assume... I'm Zenitsu Agatsuma" he holds his hand out for you to shake and you gladly grab it "Call me Y/n, it's alright you honestly don't seem like the type to apologize" you let go of his hand " Well I apologize to pretty people and people who deserve it. " " So which one am I? " You ask with a small smirk he blushes and looks away and to that you hum and look at the moon " So.. tell me Agatsuma why are you up ?" You turn your head to see the yellow and orange haired man look at you " I- to be honest don't know... " "Yeah, I get that " " I think I'm going to head back inside now. " You tilt your head in confusion " you just got here and you're already leaving? " You ask him " Yeah, do you want to come with me? " You shrug at his question "sure why not?" You stand up and follow him to drop him off at whatever room he's staying at.

Over the time you've had a better relationship with Zenitsu you called him by his first name and he called you by a nickname, sadly you left the mansion before he could recover but you send letters now! He writes.. a lot you feel bad for his poor sparrow so you always use your crow as the delivery of mail.

Now you sit at a bench with your crow resting in your hair as if it was a nest opening the letter excited.

Dear N/n

I don't really know what to say but there's been a lot of things on my mind I would like to tell you but I never had the courage to say out loud to you but, I like you I love you I met you on that night my heart was beating so loud and I thought my face was redder than blood you were just so... Pretty and kind I thought you were just pitying a guy like me I was so scared but your calm and kind demeanor calmed me down so even if you don't like me even with letters I'll make you fall in love with me!

-Zenitsu

You were stunned... Agatsuma the guy you thought was only into pretty girls liked... You, your face was so pink it probably looked like you turned into a strawberry dango but you didn't care your eyes were teary he liked you.. you smile a bit "He doesn't know he already stole my heart.." you smile and giggle a bit to yourself " Well Agatsuma if your going to steal my heart I'll capture yours! " You yell quietly to yourself even with just love letters as long as you know he was the one writing them you don't care.

✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧☆✧

I started off very strong but ultimately ran out of ideas 😔

[iamvegorott]

Magicians Don't Need Superheros Pt8

First: Link Prev: Link Next: Link

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Marvin glared at the figure, shifting his legs back and holding up glowing hands, ready for a fight. He waited for the other one to move first, to get a read on its movement and react accordingly, but he wasn’t prepared for the figure to start laughing and then turn into a bright light.

“Shit.” Marvin cursed, covering his eyes with his arms and leaning away. 

“The lecture we would get if we fought in here would be so annoying.” 

Marvin lowered his arms, blinking until his vision came back and he saw a man standing in front of him. The man wore all black, torn black jeans and a black t-shirt, he had gauges in his ears like Jackie did but, unlike Jackie, the top of his ears narrowed to a point, almost elf-like. He also had several more piercings that went along his ears and one in his eyebrow. His eyes still had that previous darkness as his other form but with green iris’ that changed hues with each breath. But the thing that stood out the most about the man was the thick, jagged scar across his neck. 

“Who are you?” Marvin asked. 

“Oh! I love a good introduction.” The man jumped up on the bed, posing in a way that reminded Marvin of Jackie. 

And Marvin really didn’t like that comparison. Something about it didn’t sit right in his stomach. 

“I am an amalgamation of time and space, matter that goes beyond any conscious understanding, stable and unstable in the same form. Past, present, and future under my fingertips and-” The speech the man made was cut off by Marvin grabbing his leg and yanking. Marvin made the man lose his footing, and fall to his rear on the bed, and he then grabbed the front of the man’s shirt and pulled him off the bed, making him fumble across the room a bit. 

“I just wanted your name, not a monologue that would make a B-movie villain cringe.” Marvin snapped. He also wasn’t the biggest fan of those shoes on his bed, who knew where that man’s feet had been? The man kept his back to Marvin as he laughed before turning around and giving him a grin.

“I thought you’d like a dramatic spiel considering your connection with Jackie.” The man gestured at Marvin with a hand. “You’re even doing the boyfriend sweater thing.”

“The-” Marvin looked at himself. He hadn’t even registered that he’d been wearing Jackie’s jacket this whole time. “It’s not that.” He unzipped the jacket and took it off as he spoke. “Jackie’s just a good person and didn’t want me to freeze.” 

“And you still have his phone.” The man hummed. Marvin put the jacket on the bed and saw the outline of the phone in the pocket. 

“I stole it to try to get back…” Marvin was going to say ‘home’ but the word escaped him. “It hasn’t been returned yet because too much has been happening to think about it.” He didn’t know why he was defending himself to the stranger. He should just open the door and kick him out.

“Too busy fuc-”

“I will gladly push you off a roof.” Marvin really wasn’t in the mood to deal with this anymore.

“Would I get a soft landing as well? It was so cute how you always made sure Jackie never got hurt.” The man giggled and casually strolled across Marvin’s room. Marvin went to the wall where he had thrown the scissors, pulled them out of the wall and a soft green glow covered the blades. 

“I could always go a different route. Let you be a little special.” Marvin pointed the scissors toward the man. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time.” The man tilted his head and giggled again. The grin that’s been plastered on his face grew too wide for it. Marvin threw the scissors again, the magic causing the throw to be unnaturally fast. The man dodged the blade, showing that he had just barely missed as some chunks of hair floated down to the ground. “I was meaning to get a trim.” The man looked at the scissors that were now embedded into the wall, only the handles sticking out. “And that’s going to be a bitch to patch.” 

“I was aiming to add a new scar to your throat,” Marvin stated. 

“Nice to know you’re not boring. You’re one of the fun ones, like me and Jackie.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“You know fun. More than just a basic ‘human’.” The man used his fingers to make the quotes. “It was just me at first. Henrik and Chase are too normal and JJ has some stuff but he doesn’t really do anything with it aside from talking to you in your head.” He tapped at his temple with a finger. “And then there’s…well, I’m going to leave you to meet him on your own.” The man chuckled and continued talking without giving Mavin a chance to question what that meant. “It was an interesting time when it was just me as the fun one in the House. I could do whatever I want whenever I want but then Jackie showed up and that little shit’s strong enough to hold me down and isn’t afraid to. And then Chase has to use fucking feelings for things and I don’t want to stab him anymore because I now have empathy for the fuck and that’s so boring.” The man held out the last few words as a whine. 

“Let me take a wild guess that the others are like that as well. Some more human than others?” Marvin wished the man hadn’t dodged and he could just yell for Henrik to take him away to tend to the wound and he could finally sleep. Maybe he would pull a Henrik and yell for Jackie instead. If the man said that Jackie could handle him, then he could handle him instead of continuing this. 

“Sounds lovely,” Marvin grumbled. The idea of actually yelling made the growing headache feel worse. 

“When was the last time you actually slept? You sound like a grump-ass.” The man laughed. 

“And you sound like the definition of a mental disturbance.” 

“I take that as a compliment.” 

“You can take it, shove it up your ass, and leave.” 

“At least take me out to dinner first.” 

“I’d rather starve.” 

“Without Jackie’s help, you might have~”

“Get. Out.” Marvin was done with this. Either he was going to turn the man in his room into a pile of ash or he was going to leave. Marvin didn’t care which option it was at the moment. Headache be damned.

“Fine, fine, fine.” The man waved a hand and scoffed. “You’ll be in a better mood after getting some sleep. Still might not like me, but the banter will be more fun.” He went to the door and paused. “Wait, names, always forget about that. People call me Anti.” Marvin didn’t say anything and just got to work removing the top blanket from his bed and tossing it to the ground. “One more thing before I go. Like I said, you might not like me, but as time goes on and you become more and more involved in what your world is now. You’ll wish I was the bad guy.” Anti’s voice dropped with his last sentence, eyes shifting to pure black. He grinned, giggled one more time, and left, letting the click of the door be the only sound left in the room. 

[misspayn-e]

Your Spinning Me Around

(1998) Matt Stone x Black!Assistant Reader

Pt.2/A visit to the beginnings of… Baseketball? Your not sure.

Why… was… what…who… you look around not sure what to do what to say. You just came to drop by, whatever the hell this was. It was there big “new movie”

What the hell was a Baseketball? You slightly snap your fingers from behind your back. There’s the question you were look for.

“Nice skirt assistant” he acted like a ghost he just pops out of no where. Maybe you should stay more focused

“You shouldn’t say that but okay” you scoff tapping your heel on the set “I know but…still did” he smiles tilting his head for Christ sakes get out of character for two days Stone.

“I need to talk to you” you didn’t like those words though. It was your job… oh god… did you not like your job?

“What’s up? Miss me?” He looks at you curiously as he crosses his arms. Now that’s serious… you felt like well like you were blushing at the mere fact of him paying close attention to something about you, so ill. Not like it doesn’t show up unless you make a face.

“Well I was wondering…” you talked. This was your just relationship though, talking and even more talking honestly sometimes you put your head in Matt’s when you’d ramble. It looks peaceful when he looks at you. When your both duh, serious I mean… uh… well

“That sound good?” Matt asks you look at him a little shocked was he talking just now..? “Of course yeah I’ll get going then” you close the folder full of papers some you didn’t know were for. Remind yourself you went to school for this.

“You don’t have to leave” he offers like there was a reason to stay! For this mess? “Thanks for offering sir” you stand up once again smoothing your skirt

“Your clueless I can tell, do you even know what I do?” Could this boy not? Keeping you over time and shit! “I do yes” you step back a bit trying to scurry “what is it then?”

What did he want you to say? Goof off? Make fart jokes? Play with construction paper? Out-of-control binges in Las Vegas? “I really should go I have things to take care of”

“Like your job?” he can’t do that! God damn comedian. “I’ll see you later-“ “see me now” he raises an eyebrow.

You slowly sit back down next to him inches away, you see he had traits like any guys. He always knew what exactly what he was doing. He exactly knew how to get you to stay.

“This is definitely nice” he taps his foot staring off into the sky the sun going down, almost night meaning filming time. You didn’t reply you didn’t need to… you didn’t want to

“Right? Come on man” you shrug a bit still staring at your heels “yes sir” he lets out a groan “your way to professional” he gets closer he gets too personal… what you would give to say, get out of my god damn grill.

“How can I not be professional?” He didn’t understand “you know just… well?” He try’s to explain “well?” “Well…? well… dude your not even interest South Park, Me? None of it”

Because you weren’t. None of things you even wanted to try to understand. Maybe this whole thing was a huge misunderstanding. What the hell was he looking for? You can wrap your head around it. Your giving him what he wants fucking… free time to think! His partner Trey the sleeze didn’t even have that.

“Your a… anomaly girl” fuck him… using fancy words you cross your arms slightly using the word “girl”. What the hell is a anomaly?

You catch yourself parting your lips slightly to speak, but quickly closing your lips as he looks over to you. Though that look of his… desperate. Keeping this thought to yourself, it was definitely something… something about his face…

“Whatever your great anyways it must be hard dealing with me, or whatever is preventing you from not speaking” don’t do that… lord please… don’t make him open up… you didn’t want to understand this. Did you?

[originemesis]

@micsmasmuses cont. from xxx

“Rebound? That doesn’t sound fun Adam that sounds really depressing” he makes a face as he explains it. Hit it and quit it? Doesn’t that get lonely? He’s not going to ask him that considering Adam would probably with make fun of him or something about his dick. He doesn’t want to hear about that again. Now he just keeps confusing him, how is that a normal thing? Shaking his head he can only sigh in response. “We’re not going to LA I can tell you that, but let me guess you’re sneaking down there with that girl you’re always with? She like your girlfriend or something?” He asks trying not to feel jealous. He really shouldn’t be he made these choices a long time ago despite not really wanting to. He had more fun with the other male during their time in the garden than with his ex wife. But with him now in front of him and that itchy trigger finger at his jaw he lets him go once Adam makes a move.

He watches him take it off, curiously tilting his head he wonders how much of him changed over the years but those thoughts stop the moment he sees why didn’t want to take off the mask. He frowns disappointed with himself, he thought he was just being an asshole as always about it. But noting the freckles he remembers those, he missed those. But then he can’t help himself as his hand gently caresses over his cheek, concern over his features as his thumb runs gently under his tired eyes, feeling the dampness. “I… Adam sweetheart…” he says softly, he hates he’s too much of a man to tell him about this stuff. Can’t humans be open with their feelings? But he gets it if he doesn’t want to talk about it. “I can leave, we don’t have to do this. I’m sorry I know I can be demanding I just didn’t know… if I’m the last person you want to see I can go.”

"Yeah, and? You're really depressing. Total mood murder. Doesn't stop me." Clearly. Depression was just a conspiracy theory anyway- yet another made up lie from the hell spawns. They certainly loved their made up words, so it wasn't any wonder that their overlord (or was it under5ftlord-) did too.

"Ohh? No LA? And just where the hell did you plan on going to find all the fun weirdos filming their little tik-toks in the streets, then? You want some nice little quiet dinner date at Subway then choke down a foot long in the parking lot? " Scoffing, he'd riled himself up fairly well before the removing of his mask. So it only made the bristled ends of his dour demeanor a little more sharp now that he was suddenly exposed.

"She's not-..." He started, a grumble in his chest like swallowed gravel. A shake of his head helped prop the bent angle of chestnut hair a little higher- hardly different than a rooster about to raise an alarm, though his tone seemed too weighed down to the task now that he didn't have his voice projector helping him with the effort needed to be an insufferable fuck. "-she's my lieutenant, dude. Y'know...angelic army branch? The exorcists?? Ring any bells?" The dimmed face of the mask hanging by his side had its signature shit eating smile on stand by, but he merely swung it lightly by the horn still, unable to manifest the manic mood quite literally programmed into the thing.

He'd reached up halfway through his monotone rambling, aiming to grind the ball of his palm at the corner of an eye- as if the pressure in doing so might liven up the forgotten nerves, but the first fallen beat him to it, though a thumb tracing the dark coloration of deep tear troughs was hardly stimulating enough to spark a flash of much else other than a glassy stare and eventually a slow blink.

"She's busy uh...fucking some mid dude tonight or something. Said she might-" A pause punctuated the recollection, and the next words to fall were what caused the flatline of his gaze to stir with something- a thin layer of something, and it was damp. "-not come back. So-" He shook his head to try and free his chin from the careful grasp, though the effort was about as strong as a fledgling facing a hurricane. "I kinda don't want to be here to see if... y'know- she doesn't." He'd already had to watch two of them do that already. And now dude here was about to head out too- he opened his mouth, teeth flashing white and surprisingly flat, but grazing sharper words that invited a quaver to his voice just to handle them properly.

"-the fuck's wrong with me anyway, dude?"

[samstwilightzone]

Fear.

Has she ever felt it?

Real, genuine fear. Coursing through her veins along with adrenaline, she felt like death was near. Did she feel fear when she nearly drowned? She wasn't sure.

Chained to a wooden chair, cinder blocks attached to the chain. An assassination attempt. She glared so harshly at him, but she didn't give him the satisfaction of having the last word. He couldn't even do it alone, he had to bring his cronies with him.

"You've always represented a roadblock for me, daughter of the autumn branch." He sighed as he walked over to her, pushing his foot between her legs and tilting the chair over the river. "You're a curse, you're no blessing! Always in my way, you tried so hard but you know! You know he will never acknowledge you! He would have acknowledged that half-baked brother of yours, but you?" The man scoffed, adjusting his glasses on his sharp nose. His eyes pierced into hers. "I always despised you, Aki."

Aki grits her teeth, the Sumida river right behind her, the water sloshing around. How was she going to get out of this mess? "You've always been a terrible shot, the only redeeming quality you have as a successor is that brain of yours... And even then your head is full of air!" She spat, spitting into his face. This caused him to groan and step away, her chair rocking forward as Akicaught herself on the tips of her toes. "I've always been better than you, you know that! You know all too well!"

The man groaned "Which is why you can't persist to live, you're too cocky for your own good." He hissed back venomously whipping his face with his handkerchiefs. "I'll be happy to write you into tomorrow's obituary."

"Like hell you will Fu-"

Just like that he went back and kicked the chair, tilting it completely over the bridge's railing.

"Heh... See you at the next family reunion, little snowflake." Aki scoffed, sticking her tongue out as she was sent plummeting into the water, backwards. The shock of the impact with the cold Sumida river water almost caused her to pass out from shock.

Anyone would, they left... He didn't even make sure she was dead for good. How sloppy of him... This is why assassinations and interrogations were her thing.

It would be a lie for her to say that her life didn't flash before her eyes. Images of her mother, father, little brother... Old friends... She could see it all as she held her breath.

The water was cold, and she felt like falling asleep. It was a... Relieving feeling. But this couldn't be it, this is now how it all ended. The only way Aki was going to die was standing! No surrender kneeling. It would be the greatest kind of dishonour to her family.

The chains were snapped and the cinder blocks crushed into pieces. She swam up, pulling herself up and flopping onto her back...Her nose was runny and her eyes were teary. Staring up at the starry night sky and the moon. "I lived, bitch."

✮ ✮ ✮ ✮ ✮

"Hey Aki, you know... You kinda remind me of someone." Osomatsu spoke, leaning against her shoulder as she worked away on her laptop. There was some sort of gassing process going on at Aki's apartment- so she and Reginald were staying g at the Matsuno household for the time being.

She even offered to pay for her stay!

Reginald was upstairs, having made himself comfortable on the couch, from what Aki last saw.

"Hm? How so?" She questioned with a raised eyebrow, raising her blue-glass glasses off her eyes as she turned her head towards him.

"Well... You kinda look like a girl that went missing a few years back." He pointed out, only for Aki to avert her gaze, and then go back to work.

"Interesting... Must be a look-alike."

" Listen! They never found her body-"

"Osomatsu, are you bothering Aki-chan while she works again?" Came the voice of his mother as she walked into the living room, out of the kitchen, carrying a tray with a cup of coffee on it and a bowl of savoury snacks. She set the tray down on the round table. "Here you go dear, I apologise if he's pestering you."

"No need Matsuno-san, it's as if he isn't even here. Like a fly."

"Oi-" Osomatsu went to

"In any case-" Aki spoke, picking up the coffee, her eyes remained glued to her screen before she looked up at the older woman. She smiled sweetly, closing her eyes. "I am grateful that you allowed me to stay."

Matsuyo blushed, placing a hand over her cheek, such a well-behaved girl. "Your parents are the lucky ones, having you as their daughter!" She sighed "A working woman... All that's left of you is to get married and have children of your own- if you're even in a pinch feel free to take one of my sons-"

"Eh-heh, no need! No need!" Aki spoke sheepishly, sipping her coffee, she looked down at her keyboard. She hasn't seen her parents in such a long time. Do they even know she's alive? "I'm... Taking things at my own pace."

"Ah well... If you're ever in need, you know where to come." Matsuyo said with a wink, picking up the now empty tray and carrying it away "Your biological clock is ticking after all!" She was just so desperate to get rid of at least ONE of her sons.

"Yeah, Aki-chan~" Osomatsu teased, making a kiss face at her, he put his hands together. "If you're ever in need of a boyfriend I'll be-"

"In your dreams, cherry boy." She snorted, shoving him away by literally facepalming him. Aki chuckled as she drank another sip of her coffee before placing her cup down. "I'm not THAT desperate."

"Owowowowwwww~ you're so mean to me Aki-chaaaan~" He exclaimed dramatically, placing his hands over his face. "You don't even love meeeee~"

"I really don't feel anything for you, you look like a bean.."

"Yeowch, that's harsh!"

"We're hoooome!" Came the booming voice of Jyushimatsu as the front door was slid open, five pairs of feet could be heard walking through the house.

"Welcome home." Both Aki and Osomatsu said at the same time, with Aki returning her attention to her laptop and Osomatsu scooting back over towards the table. This time to steal the snacks his mom left for Aki.

Soon enough the five matsus poured into the living room. "Hey Aki, and nii-san... What are you doing back before us?" Todomatsu asked, hands behind his back he walled over to sit on the other side of Aki. Karamatsu, Jyushimatsu and Choromatsu did the same, sitting on either side of Aki, with Ichimatsu ending up with the spot just across from her.

"I blew all of my money on pachinko," Osomatsu answered with a groan, "So I came to bother Aki-chan instead~"

"Seriously, while she works?" Choromatsu's questioned, shooting Osomatsu a disappointing look.

"Brother, don't you see Aki-chan is a busy woman?" Karamatsu questioned led, placing a hand over Osomatsu's shoulder "She works hard for the money she earns! A true upstanding member of society-"

"Aaaaaaand she's playing solitaire." Todomatsu cut Karamatsu off with a snicker.

"Can't concentrate on walls upon walls if code with you lot around." Aki chuckled, moving her pointer finger around the pad of her laptop "And besides I worked enough for the day." She remarked, smirking over at the sextuplet "Can't say the same for you six dweebs sadly."

"Oi, being a NEET is hard work!" Osomatsu protested.

"A virgin neet even more so!" Jyushimatsu piped up.

The protests of the sextuplets caused Aki to stifle a laugh. "I'm sure it is..." she remarked sarcastically. While stuck, she felt as if the shackles that previously bound her were cast away. She didn't feel heavy, only free. Living a carefree average life. "Come back to me when you can get yourselves some bitches, bitchless gang!"

"So rude!"

[ericshoney]

Let’s Play ~ Chapter fifteen

Lily's POV

Its been a couple days since Eric and I played the game. Things have been alright, he's not made me do anything for him yet, oh and Nabi and Changmin are officially a couple! However, the noises at night are a bit too loud.

But right now, I just woke up, I got dressed into a black skirt, white top and my trusty white thigh high socks to keep my feet warm. I don't hear a lot of noise so I wonder where everyone is. I head downstairs and when I get to the living room, I see Sangyeon sitting there on his phone.

"Woah, why do you look so bored and why is it so quiet?" I ask.

"Changmin and Nabi are out having a date, hopefully nobody ends up dead since its daylight and everyone is free from jobs today so most of them are sleeping still." Sangyeon answers.

"Okay, I know Unnie will be happy having a real date." I said, sitting next to him.

"She seems good for Changmin." He said.

"Like how?" I ask.

"Able to keep him calm and deal with his crazy tendencies." He answers.

"Did you ever think you'd have two girls here and one would be dating your torturer?" I question, making him laugh.

"No and no. I always told the boys not to get distracted by love." He responds.

"But none of them listen." I said.

"Nope. But I trust Nabi and I trust Changmin." He replies.

"W-What about me?" I ask quietly.

"Of course darling, why is there one of my brothers you have your little eyes on?" He asks with a smirk.

"I-I...Umm...W-Well..." I stutter. Sangyeon laughs and ruffles my hair.

"Don't worry, I won't tell Younghoon." He said.

"Y-You know?" I ask, feeling my eyes go wide.

"Of course sweetheart, its obvious." He answers.

I pout and sigh, just then there is a knock on the front door.

"I'll get it!" I shout, jumping up before Sangyeon could stop me.

I open the door to see a tall male, well everyone is tall to me, but he has dark hair and is quite slim. He looks down at me, tilting his head and smirks.

"Well, hello little one, haven't seen you before." He spoke, his voice deep.

"Umm, who are you?" I ask.

"Is Sangyeon about?" He asks, ignoring my question.

"Possibly, what do you want?" I question. He chuckles and bends down to be eye level with me.

"Its adult stuff, sweetcheeks, now run along and get big bad Sangyeon for me, thanks doll." He said.

I step back and go to close the door, but he puts his foot in it to keep it open. I run back to the living room.

"O-Oppa." I called, making Sangyeon look up quickly.

"T-There's a man at the door, said he was looking for you, he didn't tell me his name." I add.

Sangyeon stands up quickly, pulling a gun out from under the coffee table, guess we have them everywhere, and gently pushes me to the stairs.

"Go upstairs and sit with any of the guys, don't come out till we tell you its safe, I'll call Changmin to keep Nabi out." He instructs.

I nodded and ran upstairs into the first bedroom, I realise its Kevin's and he's awake, drawing something on an IPad.

"What's wrong?" He asks quickly. I tell him everything and he nods along, once I finish he pulls me to sit on his bed.

"You sit tight okay, I'll tell the others." He said.

I sat on his bed, wondering why this man has got the guys so worried, I just hope Changmin and Nabi are okay too.

[grumpyascianteddybear]

A What-If Part One

Here have a what-if scenario set in her veria verse. Grab your tissues cause there are gonna be onions. This has been sitting in my head for some time now. There is another one that I will do that is in the WoL verse, but this one first. Let me tag the important bitchs for this.

@seatedsacrifice

@jedikitteh

@atdutiesend

He had not expected this of all things. That Hydalen had decided to guide him back to the aetherial sea of the source for Hadi's sake was not out of character, he supposed. Nor was it out of character for his wife to fight the bond tooth and nail to keep living. Hers was a soul that enjoyed the sun, and everything life had to offer. Ophiuchus had once asked her how she could find it worth it when there was so much suffering.

He still remembers it clearly. She had walked up to him and held his face in her hands. Hers was the only touch he could feel, a pro to their bond. He always leaned into her touch, even if his nerves were half dead. It was always a heady rush to feel anything where touch was concerned. Her words on that day also stayed with him.

" Life is a bucket of good things and bad things. The good things don't always out weight the bad, but the bad things don't make the good things any less important."

She had been right too. She was always there no matter how bad it had gotten through the eons. Now he had left her behind in the land of the living. In truth, he had not expected her to last this long. He also did not expect to see the person that walked toward him. Yes, he recognizes them now. The warrior of light, Azems current shard here on the source. What did Cyr want with him, though?

" I was not expected to see you again." Ophiuchus stated as he tilted his head. He had been waiting here in the shallows for her. That also allowed the giant Elezen to find him. It might have been hard given the abundant aether all around. Dionysus had been the same way, blind other than his aether sight.

" The world is full of surprises." He stated with a sigh. Cyr seemed to be in a state of extreme melancholy. It was strange to see, as Dion had always been very good at hiding that. Yet, Cyr was not nearly as dramatic as Dion had been. " I don't fancy being responsible for her death. So, even though everyone else will disagree, I have devised a way to prevent it. If you are willing."

" If I am......" He didn't get to finish as he blinked, watching the loperits bring a bundle that was shaped like a body. Was Cyr actually offering him a way back? Why would he even... Yet before the question even finished itself, he had his answer. Pandemonium. That had been a different time, and he was a different person, yet that alone was enough for Cyr to give him a chance.

" The body was made by the loperits, a blank that you can shape as you, please. I would suggest not a Huyr, so people are less likely to recognize you." The Elezen stated as they turned to give the ascian some privacy. Ophiuchus was confused, yet this would give him a chance to be with them. It meant their daughter would not be left alone in the world.

Something that was Huyr? That would work nicely. Slipping into this blank, he quickly shaped it as he wished it. Choosing to match her race. When he was ready, he would stand and brush himself off. With a snap of his fingers, he was dressed as well. Having ears like this was strange, and he had decided not to have the bunny feet. He drew the line at the bunny feet. He had also seen some Veria that didn't have the bunny feet, so it worked.

" Alright, I am ready." Ophiuchus stated as he looked at Cyr. He watched the much taller Elezen nod his head and motion for him to follow. Dionysus had been tall like that too. He had towered over them even compared to those that were not short in the slightest. Sometimes he wondered what it was like to see over everyone one. To have to look down to meet anyone's gaze. It also left him thinking about the man's poor wife, who was more than a foot shorter.

" It won't be a pretty sight." Cyr warned as he led the other up to the elevator. Ophiuchus was expecting it to be bad. She was likely little more than skin and bones at this point. A long recovery lay ahead of her. One that was going to leave her frustrated.

"I am aware of this." He stated as they entered the elevator and it closed. If he was honest with himself, this was going to be painful. Seeing her life this and knowing that his own actions were the cause. Sure, he could blame Cyr, but he had not given the other choice. It was either locked him in the tower or watched the world burn. Cyr, just like Dion, had chosen to champion the world in which he lived. That was something that Ophiuchus would never fault him for.

[charmed-asylum]

Let me try not to do this…… okay moment over let’s get it done w a lovely deep dive 💦 🐬 🕵️‍♀️

Part 1: Awkward Moment: now fact that ally comes out to just surprise Colin same moment reader leaves leave me full of doubt about this bitch. Like mmm u n Colin r nasty af like at this point I’m really thinking they want to do a 3 some bc sus. Then the oh I didn’t see u but never and I say NEVER reach out to her bc getting some before work n “happening to run into each other don’t count “ roo . But she recognizes she wasn’t there like obviously 🙄 she left afterwards when u was fuckin like 🐰 in next room. And reader little hard on her self poor thing. Part 2: Office Space If this is anything like the show hot damn we just enter a two for and a bitch could not be more happy. Lord so many times I seen this and it’s like mm. I know this is a Colin fic but honey u left to many stiff open w endless questions I have and probably go on a rant about but won’t just please 🙏 ring ring a sis when u got a chance. Shari shariiiii I love her yup only five secs n I’m like clap slap yuuuup. I wonder do they hang out is reader just socially awkward bc if so hot dog I found my double lol 😂 He's tall, blond, and neatly groomed. He wears a dark blue suit with a crisp white shirt. Even without a tie, he carries an air of formality. The shade of the fabric brings out the lighter hue of his eyes as they scan the spacious but crowded office floor. Idk why but I was like DAMN YES 👍 like mmm found a suitable mate for reader wooo. Lord huh sounds fine. Now I really was like oh shut did he see her the contact at this moment I’m just shipping the shit of the two ( especially once he drop it like it hot w the name girrrrrl) again knowing my luck it’s a trap 🪤 n bitch need to run to CVS n stock up on my clown makeup . THE FACT OKAY REPEAT IT FOR THE BACK THIS HAPPENED HAD ME ☠️ 🪦 His lilted accent is like music. You can't help but be enthralled by it. Your mind as ever sprints ahead of you as you wonder where he's from and how he got here. BC IM SAY WAY IDK WHYYYYYYYYY BUT VOICE ALWAYS GET ME zoooooon out now after this line she says last thing she needs is this choas ( my pink glasses tilt down as I give a confused look) why she say that part 3: First impression; nooooow 👏🏼 🫰 idk about yall but tension is tight n I’m grabbing my coins bc I feel it. To meet people and to see what their worth is okay but mmmm idk 🤷‍♀️ he kinda going at it differently idk and how he said That is not my question," he closes the folder and drops it, "forgive me. You have my full attention," he steps around and leans against the desk, only a foot away from you, "describe this office in one word." Like idk much but BUTTT I’m feeling something about the way this convo turn now I’m not gonna lie I just huhhh point at him something up BUT IF ALL ELSE FAILS THE GAZE ROO THE GAZE SOMETHING UP ONCE HE HEAR THAT WORD

Part 4: Colin : I want to start by saying he diff was waiting for her like nope he jobless basically n bored so why not be a sexy creep and stalk a bitch u ain’t fucking but make sure she can hear it mmm u nasty 😷 So quickly the knife sinks back in as you find Colin standing along the other side of the hall, leaning on the railing that overlooks the lower level. He watches you as you appear. Like whooooooo does this 🫤 waits like this makes me wonder like idk maybe we discovered a im a creepy ass man kink w him bc like why or it’s enjoyment like ally all Colin she heard n now im mad pout n he all so what lalala they get n a fight n he fucks w reader bc he a dick . 👏🏼 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 why is he clocking a bitch like u a Rolex , Ally said you got pretty loaded. Andddddd you again talking about her w ally u guys really talking about her this much like who does this. And he creeeeping rooo oh my god can we find a level above steve n bucky on the god damn u is quite sneaky this never end nicknames n flirting yoooooo men just don’t HOLD UP TAKE MY POODLE HE SNAP HIS FINGER AT HER OHHHH NAH HE GONNa ( in a whisper) DIEEEEEEEEEEEE n come on this Buttercup,” he snaps his fingers, “you’re the best friend ever, you know that? So fucking chill. God, just… beautiful!” Whaaaaaat he doing n a 😘 boy what is u doin n then it hit me he got a im a horny dick kink who does that n say stuff then act like it ahhhh

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, manipulation, cheating, sleazy behaviour, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your next door neighbours hook up, bringing to surface deep-seated feelings.

Character: Colin Shea

Note: Things are already gettin messy.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Sunday is spent recovering. Emotionally. Physically, you feel fine. The nausea and headache fade before noon but you still feel sick. You don’t dare emerge from your apartment.

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