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A SISTERâS SACRIFICE
Vi x f!reader
Summary: Vi had watched Jinxâs death, loosing her again despite finally getting her back. As you look for her after the battle, you find her on her knees and shattered by her sisterâs sacrifice, rushing in to comfort her.
Request: @hallowed-hauntings
The battle was over, but Piltover was in shambles. Smoke rose into the dim, grey sky, casting a suffocating haze over the city. The streets were littered with the wreckage of both man and machine, the aftershocks of Viktorâs twisted Arcane creations still reverberating through the earth beneath your feet. The fight between Noxus and Zaunâs reluctant defenders had left the city broken.
And yet, nothing felt as broken as the woman you had finally found.
Vi was on her knees in the heart of the destruction, at the edge of the Hexcoreâs wreckage, right where it all happened. You slowed as you approached, your chest tightening at the sight of her. Her broad shoulders trembled, her hands clenched into bloody fists against the ground. Her gauntletsâthose indomitable weapons that had always seemed like extensions of her fiery willâwere discarded nearby, cracked and useless.
But Vi herself looked even more fractured.
âVi,â you called gently, your voice soft but unsteady as you stepped closer. She didnât respond, her head hanging low, her pink hair tangled and streaked the black dye at her roots. Her back heaved as though she was trying to catch her breath, but there was no relief in sight.
You glanced down and saw itâthe remains of Jinxâs signature monkey bomb. Its grinning face was barely intact, the edges scorched and jagged from the explosion. Your stomach turned. You didnât need to piece together the rest.
Jinx was gone.
The memory came back in flashes. You hadnât seen it directly but had heard both the bomb and the sudden murmurs while people recovered as you searched for Vi in the chaos. Vi had been cornered, battling Warwickâthe monstrous, Arcane-corrupted beast that Viktorâs creation had unleashed. He had been too strong, too fast, it had thrown Vi completely off guard, especially since she thought Warwick was dead. But when his large form jerked up, Jinx didnât hesitate. Not at the slightest.
She had saved Vi. Pushed her out of harmâs way. Forced her sister to let go. And then detonated her final monkey bomb, taking Warwick with her into the abyss.
You crouched beside Vi, hesitant at first. Her knuckles were raw, bleeding from where sheâd slammed them into the metal again and again. Her entire body shook, each shudder a silent scream that didnât make it past her lips. You reached out, gently placing a hand on her shoulder, but she flinched violently at the touch.
âDonâtââ Her voice was raw, ragged, and trembling with grief. She finally lifted her head to glare at you, but her expression crumbled almost instantly. Her bloodshot eyes, rimmed with tears, searched your face as though she was begging you for answers you couldnât give. âDonât⌠touch me. I let her fall, I let her fall before even realizing she took out the fucking Crystal.â
Her words hit you like a blade to the chest, the shock hitting first, followed by an aching pain.
âNo, Vi,â you said firmly, your own voice breaking under the weight of your emotions. âYou didnât let her fall. Sheâshe made her choice.â
Vi shook her head furiously, a choked sob tearing from her throat. âShe didnât give me a choice!â she yelled, though her voice wavered, more plea than accusation. âShe just⌠she just shoved me away and smiled. She smiled at me. Like it was nothing.â Her hands clenched at her sides as she let out another anguished cry. âI should have saved her! I couldâve saved her, butââ
âBut she saved you,â you interrupted, your tone soft but unwavering. You couldnât bear to see her like this, drowning in guilt that wasnât hers to carry. âShe saved you, Vi. She knew what she was doing. She wanted to protect you.â
âShe was my little sister,â Vi whispered, her voice breaking completely as tears streamed down her face. âI was supposed to protect her. Not the other way around.â
And before you could say something to retort against her statement, her hands moved to cover her face as her sobs finally broke free. They were raw, guttural sounds, ripped straight from her soul. You didnât hesitate this time. You wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close despite the way her body shook violently against you. She resisted for a brief moment, her muscles tensing like she was about to push you away, but then she collapsed into your embrace.
Her fingers clawed at your back as if holding onto you was the only thing keeping her together. You buried your face in her hair, pressing soft, soothing kisses against her temple as tears stung your own eyes.
âIâm here,â you murmured over and over, your voice trembling but steady enough to ground her. âIâm here, Vi. Youâre not alone. Iâve got you.â
She clung to you like a lifeline, her sobs shaking both of you. You could feel her grief pouring out of her, raw and unrelenting. For so long, Vi had forced herself to be the unbreakable oneâthe fighter, the protector, the one who always got back up no matter how hard she was hit. But now? Now she was just a woman who had lost the last piece of her family, and it was more than anyone could bear.
âI wanted to bring her back,â Vi choked out between sobs. âI thoughtâI thought maybe we could fix things. That we could be sisters again. But now sheâs gone, andâand itâs my fault.â
âNo,â you said firmly, pulling back just enough to cup her tear-streaked face in your hands. You made her look at you, made her see the truth in your eyes. âItâs not your fault, Vi. Jinx⌠Powder⌠she loved you. She chose to save you because you meant everything to her. Donât take that away from her. Donât let her sacrifice mean nothing.â
Viâs face crumpled again, and you pulled her back into your arms. The two of you stayed there for what felt like hours, kneeling in the ruins of Piltover as the world slowly moved on around you. You didnât let go, not even as your legs began to ache and your heart weighed heavy with your own grief.
Eventually, Viâs sobs quieted, though her breathing remained uneven. Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke again. âSheâs really gone, isnât she?â
You swallowed hard, your throat tightening. âYeah,â you whispered. âSheâs gone,Vi.â
Vi remained still before slowly nodding against your shoulder, her arms still wrapped tightly around you. âI donât know how to do this without her,â she admitted, her voice barely audible.
âYou donât have to do it alone,â you promised, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. âIâm here. And Iâm not going anywhere.â
Vi didnât say anything, but the way she held onto you spoke volumes. The weight of her grief was unbearable, but you would carry it with her. Whatever it took, you would help her through this.
Even if it meant piecing together the fragments of her heart one jagged shard at a time.
#vi x you#vi x reader#vi x reader fanfic#vi fanfic#vi arcane#vi#arcane#arcane fanfic#lesbian fanfic#lesbian#arcane season 2#jinxâs death#angst fanfic#angst with a happy ending#fanfic#angst
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Gah, the swindle fic was so, so good!!! I feel so bad for saying it, but I was talkinâ about Swerve, the lil dork that runs the bar in Lost Light!!! Iâm so sorry!!! đ
This little bozo!!! :)
Yes, you were xD I was working on the next Scavengers when I saw it and my brain just went: Swindle. Ignore me, itâs cold and Iâm struggling
Lose Control
IDW Swerve x Reader
⢠Placing a clean glass back where it goes, Swerve surveys his kingdom. Aside from Trailbreaker sprawled across the bar top making a low rumbling sound as he recharges, the bar is empty and quiet. Itâs something he never thought heâd have, a space to call his own. Where heâs in charge and listened to. âThird last call, big guy,â he says, reaching out to nudge Trailbreaker with a servo. âYou know you canât keep sleeping in here.â Mostly because when he wakes up, heâll start drinking again and he canât open if Breaker drinks all the inventory. Again.
⢠âSeriously? Donât make me drag you,â he groans, knowing itâs an empty threat. Trailbreaker is as big as two of him and then some. Thereâs no budging him short of going and asking Magnus for help. And listening to the complaints about his bar and Magnusâs love language- rule violations. No, heâd rather take his chances with one very over energized mech. Which means babysitting all night to protect the bar. Frag.
⢠After kicking Trailbreakerâs stool again, he wanders around the bar. Bored and tired. âI donât care if youâre my best customer,â he mutters, dragging a table slightly away from a wall. And thereâs a sharp cry and a tiny shape darting from the shadows. Somehow that manages to wake up Breaker. Everything seems to slow as he sees the small form running alongside the bottom of the bar, sees Breaker shift and slide out of his stool, a ped coming down. And heâs running, diving with his hands outstretched. Feels that soft body hit his palms as Breaker steps on him instead and comes down on him.
⢠Flung off balance, you roll end over end and go sliding. Realizing that the big monster had almost stepped on you without even noticing and the smaller one had pushed you out of the way to take the brunt of the impact himself. Your confused brain is screaming at you to run, but as your rescuer groans, you canât. âWhat happened?â The bigger one complains as the red one hits him, flailing to get free.
⢠âYouâre crushing me,â Swerve snarls, venting raggedly as he gets loose, head turning to find the human still there, eyes wide as you stare up at him. Tensed to bolt, but waiting instead. âHey, tiny.â Wiggling his fingers at you only makes you back up a step, expression uncertain. âI wouldnât run. I at least see you,â he tries, as Trailbreaker gets to his feet and staggers away, gawking. Of course heâd heard the rumors of Brainstormâs screwup, but the machine was destroyed. Right? And you glance from him to Breaker and back, and take a tentative step forward. A human that shouldnât be here, doesnât belong. Too small to survive, and he gets being smaller than every other bot except maybe Tailgate. Heâs short, but you can be stepped on. âLittle things need to stick together.â
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BESTFRIENDS GIRLFRIEND.
a âminiâ continuation of this fic here!
summary: the night at the beach seemed to be long forgotten. or thatâs what you thought until a stupid treasure hunt leads you and jj sharing a place in a locked incubation device and he helps you remember where it all started.
a/n: just recently finished season four & that scene w kiara and jj gave me the perfect idea. i know it doesnât really âmatchâ the timeline of the last one but we can all pretend that it does <3
warnings: voyeurism , , mean!jj , reader that plays naive , fingering , use of afab anatomy , mentions of cheating , heavy petting.
You shouldâve known you were setting yourself up for failure. The minute you saw the slight smirk on JJâs face the minute you offered to take Kiaraâs placeâ you shouldâve known something was going to happen.
Though , almost getting killed and getting your life saved by JJ Maybank was definitely not on your BINGO card.
Things between you and JJ hadnât settled since that day night. If anything , it only made everything worse.
You were grateful another adventure opened up for the time being because pulling away from John B made you feel sick. You were eaten up by guilt , fear that your dirty little secret would blow up in your face and youâd have to own up to what youâve done.
You could only imagine the devastation itâd cause John B and the disappointed looks from Kiara and Pope. The idea alone made your stomach sick.
JJ made it impossible to forget. He never brought it up. Not once. But that look in his eyes every time he looked at you made that same familiar feeling from that night on the beach wash up all over againâ and you just knew.
You laid there in absolute dread in silence. Your eyes had opened before JJâs and the immediate feeling of pure terror overcame you. Your memories washed back up and as the bends slowly faded away , the reality of the situation sunk in.
Practically quarantined with JJ , in this closed space , for twelve hours seemed like the test of a lifetime.
As he began to stir away , you swallowed harshly and scooted away. You clutched your necklace , anxiously fiddling with the string as you desperately search for nearby nurses.
âMy savior.â
His voice was raspy. A hint of edge around the words as he cleared his throat roughly.
Silence filled the air pretty quickly and JJâs mouth made a sound. He played it casual , coy like he always did. Cocking his head towards the side , he stared at you. âIgnoring me?â
Again , you decided to stay silent. Your cheek was raw with how hard you were biting it.
JJ sighed. âYou know , Iâve been waiting to get you alone since that night on the beach.â He murmured. âA bit offended you actinâ like nothing happened.â
He was baiting you and you knew it. You refused to give and kept staring out the circular window.
âCâmon , Y/N. . .â JJ drug out your name barely above a whisper. You could feel him inching closer making you start to feel hot , your ears burning at the tips. âHave you fucked him yet? After me?â
His question made you flinch.
âStop playing little miss innocent ââ JJ narrowed his eyes , bringing up his index finger to your chin. Everything in you was screaming at you to not make the same mistake twice , to stand your ground , to fight him. . . but you were like putty in his hands. The minute you felt his skin on yours , you felt a fire where he touched and your head tilted ever-so-slightly to the side. âI know you think about it. About me.â
JJ looked into your eyes and paused , before a wide smirk developed on his face. âYou havenât , have you?â You didnât need to say it , it was written all over your face. You were never good at keeping secrets. You were always so easy to read.
Especially by him.
He knew you like the back of his hand. All that pining had finally paid offâ in his mind.
âHow come?â
âJJ stop it.â You mumbled , moving to push his hand away. But he didnât care. Instead he turned on his side to look at you , feeling like the first time all over again.
God , he hadnât stopped thinking about it. About you.
John B was his bestfriend , his brother , but youâ he couldnât help but be addicted to you. He couldnât change it and he didnât want to. Heâd risk loosing it all , everything , just to have you.
âYou liked itââ he taunted. âYou liked it so much , that I ruined your sweet little pussy for anyone else. It only remembers me. It only wants me.â
You shivered and shook your head. âNo. IâI love John B. Youâre acting crazy.â
âCrazy?â JJ let out a dry laugh. âYou should know just how crazy I can be , baby.â
âHeâs your bestfriend , JJ.â You sighed and shook your head , pushing his hand that was starting to drift downwards away. âYou know this is wrong.â
âI donât care if it is.â JJ scoffed. âI meant what I said that night. You were supposed to be for me.â
His words made you shiver. The memories crashed onto you like waves , so vividly that you could almost feel exactly how you felt sprawled out on the sand with your legs wide open just for him.
JJ noticed your reaction and smirked. It only pushed him further. âYou know it , donât you?â
You pursed your lips. Pushing your chin up defiantly as you scooted closer to the window , putting as much space between the two of you as possible.
JJ rolled his eyes. âCâmon. You might be able to lie to yourself and lie to John Bâ but you canât lie to me, baby.â He murmured softly , delicately. There was a teasing tone to his voice that irritated you because you knew he was right and you hated yourself for it.
âYouâre acting crazy , JJ.â You whispered. You squeezed your eyes shut and prayed that this was all a dreamâ a nightmare. Though the warmth of JJâs breath and how your heart beat so loudly you thought itâd beat out of your chest , you knew it was real. Too real.
âMaybe Iâm just crazy about you.â
Suddenly everything began to feel hot. The all knowing fact that you were trapped in this stupid metal bubble , next to him , it all started feeling too much. Beads of sweat dripped down your forehead , and your hand twitched. Your chest began to rise and fall quickly and you werenât sure what you were more bothered by.
The claustrophobic , suffocating feeling: or the thump between your thighs that you wouldnât be able to blame on alcohol.
Light as a feather , his fingertips tapped across the smooth skin of your thigh. He watched you in satisfaction. Loving the way you responded to him despite you trying to fight it. âItâs just you and me in here , babyââ he cooed in your ear. Leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the side of your neck , making your breathing hitch. âNobodyâs gonna know.â
âIâIâll know.â You answered softly , still refusing to look at him. You hated the way it began to hurt. How it started to burn with a certain need that only JJ could subside. Everything in your body was screaming for him. To feel him again. But your head was fighting it.
âThat never stopped you before.â He quipped back.
You turned your head to look at him again. Looking into his eyes that had a certain darkness swimming inside of them. You hated it. You hated him. Most of all , you hated yourself for how badly you wanted him.
Without another thought , becoming slightly delirious and deciding to cave and give in , you rushed forward and pressed your mouth against his. On instinct , he was there. Kissing you back feverishly , gripping onto you like a man starved. He tasted of saltwater and weed , the familiar taste bringing out a soft moan from your throat.
The sound made him smirk. He liked knowing you had given in. That he got what he wanted.
And he was going to make the most of it.
His hand slipped between the two of you , immediately cupping your sex. You gasped , breaking the kiss for air. He hummed in response , rubbing soft and achingly slow circles. âBeg for it.â
âWâWhat?â You breathed , taken off guard.
âYou heard me.â JJ said again , halting his movements. JJ gripped your chin , looking down at you. âBeg me for it.â
âJJââ
âBeg.â
He wanted to know he had the control. The power. You knew it. As much as you wanted to deny him of it , to refuse it , you couldnât. It ached agonizingly , just looking at him ignited something within you. Your whole body was on fire and now that it started , there was no way you would have enough willpower to put it out.
âPlease. . .â you whimpered , arching your back to feel some type of friction again. JJ wanted to groan right then and there, give in to you. But he refused. He ignored the way his cock was hard and angry , rubbing against the fabric of his underwear harshly. Frowning , you grabbed onto him , fisting his shirt to bring him closer. âPlease touch me , JJ. Please. I need it. I need you.â
Your words were like a song to him. He let out a groan deep within his chest and kissed you again , harder , letting his tongue slip past your lips as you gasped when his hand pushed the fabric of your tiny shorts to the side.
His index finger ran up your slit , basking in the slickness. JJ smirked down at you , cocking his head to the side. âYour pussy loves me.â He boasted , and you werenât in a position to disagree.
âStill my dirty girl , huh?â JJ moaned , sliding his finger inside of you. He grunted as he felt your walls stretch out , the tightness of it amusing him. âI knew I ruined you for himâ canât fuck him now , huh? Too busy thinkinâ bout me?â
You only responded with a moan , throwing your head back as you felt yourself fill up.
JJ watched you with a glimmer in his eyes. He swore had had never seen something hotter. The way your eyebrows scrunched up , your lips pursed , he could your feels contracting around his finger and he couldnât help but moan at the feeling. âYou want more , baby?â
âYes , JJ , yes. Please. . .â
âTell me your mine.â He demanded but his voice was softer now. Almost pleading.
Your mind was hazy. You almost couldnât understand what you were sayingâ but you knew in this moment it was true. âIâm yours , JJ. Iâm yours.â
âFuck.â He muttered. Dropping his head to kiss your neck , he added in another finger , rutting against the side of your thigh. He pumped his fingers in and out of you , curling upwards just enough to graze over the spot you needed most.
âYesââ you breathed. Your head lulled to the side and your toes curled. It felt good. The coolness of his metal rings that slapped against your clit each time he pumped his fingers in and out sent jolts up your spine. It felt frivolous , like you were a school girl getting fingered by her first person. But JJ knew just what to do. He knew what you liked , how to make it feel good.
âYouâre mine. Youâve always been mine.â JJ said , kissing your mouth. You moaned into it , shaking underneath him as the feeling of his mouth on yours amplified the pleasure you were feeling.
The familiar feelimg began building up in your tummy and you gasped , pulling away as you used him to steady yourself. He sped up , just a little , keeping the same place as before. He cooed in your ear , kissing and sucking on different places. âCum for me. Cum for me , give it to me.â
With your head thrown back , you felt your legs shaking. A dirty , loud moan left your mouth , one that made JJâs ears ring. You grinded against him , riding out your high.
âMy fucking girlââ
You came down breathlessly , with a new urge. You quickly attached yourself to him , wrapping your arms around his neck and bringing him closer to you. He kissed you back hungrily , grinding into you.
You jumped when you heard a knock on the glass.
âSorry to umâ interrupt.â The nurse cleared her throat awkwardly , looking away. âWe need to check your vitals. . .â
And just like that , the weight of the world and your decisions fell back on your shoulders.
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Whiskey Burns My Throat | Part Two
Sevika x Fem!Doctor!Reader | 3.5k
Part One
She looked up and ran her teeth over her lip. She knew he was going to lecture her. The leather coach squeaked as she sat up. âYeah. A bit.â Her face contorted for a moment, knowing she shouldnât be disrespectful, but still angry. She could handle hard, fast pains. But dull aches made her irritable.
Silco frowned sharply. âDonât lie to me. The shimmer isn't helping, is it?â His voice sounded soft, despite the underlying anger. He cared for her, after all, they had been working alongside each other for years now.
She sighed. She didn't know why she tried to deceive him, in a way, when itâs his whole job to deceive other people. She did know why. She didnât want him to think sheâs weak. She didnât want to think about that. âNo. Hasnât been for awhile.â
âThatâs why youâve been so eager to fight, then. Come.â He beckoned her over. Willingly, she stood. He may irritate her, but she respected him. Sheâd do almost anything for him. He ran his hands over her metal hand, then looked up at her. âI graced you with the height of Zaunâs technology. Do not disgrace it by refusing its progression.â He stood. âIf it is failing you, fix it. Go see The Doctor.â He let go of her and sat back down. âDonât make me say so twice.â
Sevika closed her eyes and took a breath. He was right. She was being irrational. Fuck, she was being irrational. She turned away, running her human hand across the mahogany desk. She remembers when he got this. He almost didnât- Thought it may had been a waste of money. But she told him, âYouâd impress investors. And scare them.â He listened. He respected her, as much as she did him. She needed to listen.
She let out one last sigh, maybe to make it clear she wasnât happy with the decision, before taking her leave and making her way to The Doctorâs house. She was supposed to head there soon anyway to escort her to the tent.
Soon enough, she arrived. It was a small place, maybe 800 sqft, made of various scrap metals and sheets. She leaned against it, her eyes closed as she crossed her arms around her chest, enjoying the moment of silence. She usually waited youtside for The Doctor to come out, not caring enough to knock. It felt⌠too domestic.
She heard some clanging inside, then the âoh so put togetherâ, well, not so much recently, Doctor came out. Her hair wasnât in her proper place, usually tied back in a careful ponytail or bun. But it hadnât been in⌠A week? Two? Sevika couldnât remember the last time it was. Sevika didnât care, to be honest. She didnât say anything to Sevika, she just looked at her and started off in the direction they usually went. Sevika didnât care about that, either. In fact, she appreciated it. Sheâs been much less chatty recently.
It took about four minutes to get to the tent, theyâd placed it here on purpose to keep her out of the streets as much as possible. Although, the Doctor had been ignoring that recently and going out at night. At least she went to the last drop, staying within Silcoâs reach. Sevika had seen her there a few times, only staying long enough to get a bottle of alcohol and leaving after.
When they reached the tent, Sevika finally spoke up. âIâm gonna be the first patient today.â She said, as she sat down on the cot that functioned as an examination table, which was far too small for her and practically screamed as she sat down.
The Doctor paused, a look of shock coming across her face. âAre you sick?â She asked, putting her bag down and slipping on some gloves. She stepped closer, tentatively, eyeing her face to see if there were any signs of sickness.
âNo.â She said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. âJust⌠The arm. Itâs hurting my shoulder.â She said, once again holding the weight of the metal arm with her other hand. âShimmer isnât helping anymore. Donât wanna take too much either. You know why.â
The Doctor nodded. âCan you remove the arm for me?â She asked, getting close enough to make Sevika want to scoot back. Sevika didnât say anything, but unlatched the arm and laid it down beside her. She unholstered her gun as well. Just in case she didnât have the arm to defend them with.
The Doctor leaned forwards, analyzing the area, running her hands along it with a furrowed brow. She reached for the arm itself, and almost immediately she could tell the problem. âItâs too heavy,â she said matter of factly. âItâs putting too much strain on your deltoid- your shoulderâ she reached back to gently press on the area, nodding. Then she paused, lost in thought, trying to figure out a way to solve the problem.
Sevika frowned heavily as she fiddled with her. She felt like an animal being tested on. She was used to that- With shimmer and all. But she didnât like it. When The Doctor paused, she raised an eyebrow. The Doctorâs hand didnât move, to which Sevika glanced at it. She decided to remove it with a light swipe.
The Doctor didnât react, her brows furrowed, bottom lip caught between her teeth. Her first idea was letting Silco deal with it. That would be the easiest and less stressful thing to do for herself. But she didnât like the idea of not knowing what their plan was for Sevikas pain. The thought frustrated her.
Then it hit her. Jayce. Jayce was a friend she made while she was just starting her schooling. They had become quick friends, despite their separate fields. Jayce was an easy person. He was easy to get along with. She heard news of him working with Heimerdinger now, so maybe he could help them!
âWait-â she perked up, slamming her fist down onto her open palm. âI have a friend who lives for this stuff. HeâsâŚâ
âA topsider.â Sevika finished for her. The Doctor paused, her face falling as the excitement drained a little from her voice. âYes.. but heâs talented. Extremely so. Let him take a look at it- itâll be a few hours max.â She didnât know why she was trying so hard to get her to agree. Maybe to earn brownie points? But why did she care so much about what she thought?
Sevika thought for a second, her jaw twisting in irritation. Having to go all the way up to Piltover- AND deal with pilties who no doubt were going to gloat in front of her with their arrogance⌠she hated it. Hated this whole situation, hated feeling weak. In need. And most importantly, hated her. But⌠she couldnât deny it any longer. She had people to protect here. Silco to protect. And his kid, that Jinx girl, which she hated to admit she held a smidge of affection for. So with a begrudging sigh, she agreed.
They set off, making their way to Piltover, wanting to do so earlier than later. Sevika had tied the tent up before they left, putting a sign that said, âClosed. Come back tomorrow.â
The Doctor stayed unusually quiet the whole ride. She busied herself thinking about what she was to say to Jayce after not seeing each other for so long. She didnât know how to say sheâd left Piltover and became a citizen of Zaun without explaining why, and he couldnât know why. Silco made that clear.
As time went on, she grew more anxious, her hands squeezing and messing with the material of her pants as she thought of ways to dodge or distract Jayce from asking any questions relating to her disappearance.
But a part of her rationalized her thoughts. He probably didnât even notice she was gone. It wasnât like they were best friends; they just kept each other company during their boring schooling days. Once Jayce started working under Heimerdinger, he had gotten busier, and they didnât talk much, not unless she came to visit him in his lab. And even then they talked about basic things before Jayce got distracted and pulled back into his work. Hextech, she remembered.
She didnât even notice they had arrived until a large airship zipped through the Hexgate. It made her realize she hadnât been here since before the Hexgates were created. Sheâd heard it was a marvel- But to see it here? Right in front of her? It was⌠Awe inspiring. This truly is The City of Progress. It made her rethink some things.
Sevike snickered behind her. âAmazed?â She asked, her voice holding that patronizing tone to it. The Doctor blushed and looked away, even though she knew there was nothing to be embarrassed about. Sevika had been here many times since the Hexgates were created, running shimmer back and forth for Silco, so the sight was just⌠Normal to her now. Itâs strange, how that happens.
As they made their way to the academy, The Doctor couldnât help the twist of anxiety brewing in her gut. Sevika was unpredictable, she didnât know what sheâd do or say once they got there, and she really didnât want to break up a fight, or have any physical altercations between her and the guards. Or even worse; Jayce himself. Jayce was kind, and understanding. But that didnât mean he wasnât a hot-head. Things set him off pretty easily, which also worried her.
And the thing that bothered her the most was the idea of Sevika not accepting Jayceâs help; that sheâd be in pain until Silco could find someone in Zaun to fix up her arm. It confused her, and irritated her all the same. Why should she care if Sevika was in pain? She was a grown woman after all. Not a very nice one either.
Finally, they arrived inside. Some people gave them a wary and uneasy look, while others downright glared at them, as if to say âYou donât belong here. Go back to the Undercityâ. The Doctor frowned. She had never gotten those looks before. She, unconsciously, moved closer to Sevikas side. It was true that she felt safe with the bigger woman. Who wouldnât? After all, Sevika didnât look bothered.
The Doctor asked around, inquiring about Jayceâs whereabouts. She was met with a lot of suspicion, but she eased their concerns with smooth talking, and stories of their college days, proving she had a legitimate tie to the man. Once they had their directions they were off, and in time they found his workshop.
The Doctor raised her fist to knock, when the door opened. A man she didnât recognize stood there with a tilted head. âHello?â He said with a strange accent.
âUm- Hello!â The Doctor started, âIâm here for JayceâŚâ she shifted nervously on her feet.
âIâm sorry, heâs not taking meetings today, would you like to leave your names?â He said monotonously. He seemed to do this often. And he didnât seem bothered by Sevikas stark presence behind her.
âOh- but-â
Suddenly the smaller man was nudged, making an irritated sound leave his throat as jayce appeared above him.
âWhat are you doing here?!â Jayce asked excitedly, pushing past the shorter male, his arms instinctively reaching to hug The Doctor. His hands snaked onto her lower back, squeezing; A familiar, practiced motion.
âJeez!â The Doctor laughed, her arms returning the hug quickly, her head being shoved into his chest. He was just about the same height as Sevika.
âCareful or youâre gonna kill me before I even tell you why!â The Doctor teased as Jayce pulled back, his eyes bright, excited. He looked good, face bright, but still equipped with the eyebags that came with being a scientist.
âRight, right.â Jayce pulled back, his hands still on the small of her back. âWell come in-! I have much to show you!â he took her hand, pulling her inside the workshop.
The unnamed man stood behind them, a hip popped out to the side with a grumpy looking face. The Doctor couldnât tell if he was simply leaning on his cane or being sassyâŚ
âBefore we start I think introductions are needed.â The Doctor looked happy, a genuine smile on her face as she gestured to the man and Sevika behind them. âI know how you get when you get into things, Jayce.â There it was again, that familiarity.
Sevika wanted to glare at him. She wanted to scare him away- Make him stop asking questions. But she knew how to play this. She wasnât a stupid woman. She faked a smile, strained and thin, still intimidating despite it, and stayed silent.
In return, Jayce just rolled his eyes playfully at The Doctor, before nodding to Sevika, returning the same smile, it being a little bigger than hers. He turned quickly, and gestured to the man leaning on his cane. âThis is Viktor. Heâs been my partner while working under Heimerdinger.â
The Doctor nodded in acknowledgment. âHello, Viktor. Iâm a friend of Jayceâs from the academy.â she stuck her hand out to shake.
âOh!â Viktorâs eyebrows shot up. âUh. Hello.â He said, taking her hand gently. His hands were bony, his fingers long. He didnât know how to shake a hand well, he simply laid his hand in hers and let her guide it. He sounded uncomfortable, but not negatively. Simply, in a new situation. The Doctor guessed he likely didnât get much positive attention from topsiders, based on his reaction, so she put in extra effort to lightly cup his hand and smile as she shook it. He must be from the lower city. Or perhaps itâs because of his disability? She didnât know, but her heart ached just a little for him.
After she pulled her hand away she turned towards Sevika. âThis is Sevika. AâŚâ she paused, not really sure what to call her. She decided on the simpler method. âA friend of mine. We met at a bar a few months ago.â She introduced.
Jayce took no time in raising an eyebrow, his mouth turned into a teasing smile. âRight.. a friendâ He said, his voice dipping low. He knew The Doctors type, they did go to the academy together after all. Nights of parties and bar hopping, they had learned each-others type in people. And Sevika? She was definitely her type. Not to mention, The Doctor never brought people to meet Jayce. It was all too suspicious.
Sevika recoiled, looking The Doctor up and down. âHer?â She snorted. âNo. Just friends.â Even that felt strange in her mouth. Referring to this woman as anything but a nuisance was wrong. Although, Sevika wouldnât be surprised if The Doctor was into her. Honestly, a night or two with her wouldnât be terrible. Sevika wasnât new to hate sex- But anything else? Pure insanity.
The Doctor herself sputtered, caught off guard. Sevika and her? The thought made her cheeks warm, her heartbeat increasing.
Jayceâs other eyebrow shot up, with his hands as he backed away. âSure, sure⌠Sure.â He said with a shrug. âI wonât push.â He said, with a wink. He turned away, his neck straining to look at them behind him. âCome on! Iâll show you the lab. You can tell me why youâre here.â
They made their way inside, Jayce showing off his recent discoveries, though not going into too much detail. He would stop and move on whenever Viktor gave him that warning look- the look of they donât need to know this.
Finally they settled, taking seats at one of the bigger desks near the back. âSo, not that I mind you visiting, but why are you here?â Jayce asked, absentmindedly helping Viktor into the chair next to him, like heâd done it a million times. He didnât even take his eyes off of hers as he did it.
That had The Doctor raising an eyebrow, but she stored it away for later. She wasnât one to ask those types of questions in front of others.
âSevikaâs arm has been giving her some trouble. Itâs too heavy for her muscles to handle for such a long period of time. Do you think you could take a look and see if thereâs anything you can do to remove some of the strain?â She asked them, her voice now poised and Doctor-like.
Jayce blinked, â⌠thatâs it?â He asked, almost shocked. âI thought itâd be something way more complicated. Sure, put it here.â He patted the spot in front of him.
âShow offâŚâ She muttered, and looked back to Sevika expectantly. Sevika wanted to sigh heavily but she restrained herself. She waddled over to the area, gripping her arm and lifting the weight off.
âJust⌠be careful.â She said grumpily before allowing Jayce to touch her. âItâs delicate.â
âI will be.â Jayce smiled, gentle but large fingers gracing her skin. He looked back to her for approval, receiving it hesitantly, before lifting her arm. He ran his hands over the seam, and her harness. âThere seems to be some pressure points here, probably causing some pinching.â He ran his hand over her arm, examining the mechanisms. âHow is this powered? Thereâs no way you could charge something like this in the undercity with basic power lines.â
The Doctor stiffened, honestly unsure if they should tell Jayce. On one hand, being honest would make sure they got everything fixed. On the other hand⌠she wasnât sure how heâd react to Sevika using shimmer. It didnât exactly have the best reputationâŚ
But before she could speak Sevika did for her. âWhat do you think?â She asked gruffly. She looked down at the floor, her gaze slowly trekking up his body.
His eyes widened, backing away. He looked to The Doctor as if sheâd have a different answer. She simply stumbled over her words, then looked down and bit her lip. âIâŚâ He said. âShimmer? You have me working on shimmer tech?â He said with a laugh of disbelief. âYou canât- Youâre against shimmer! You know what it does!â He stood up, his chair flying out from under him, screeching as it slid back.
Viktor tried to quickly stand, but fumbled, falling back into the seat. âJayce-â He started.
âNo. Viktor, I canât work on something running on that.â He pointed a finger at him, then at Sevika. âAnd I want her out of my lab.â He frowned, looked her up and down, then turned and made his exit.
âThat went as well as I thought it would.â Sevika mumbled with a scoff. The Doctor sighed, seeming used to it.
âCanât tell you how many doors we had to replace in his dorm room.â She grumbled.
Then she turned her focus to Viktor. âIâm sorry we caused a stir. I hope heâs not like that often with you. Let me know if I need to have a discussion with him about minding his temper.â she seemed.. pissed, her eyes narrowing. It was, admittedly, hot, Sevika thought. But that thought was quickly squashed.
Viktor huffed a laugh. âYou know him. Heâs⌠Passionate.â He stood slowly, balancing on his crutch. âBut⌠You should know, I am as talented as Jayce.â He placed a hand on The Doctorâs shoulder. âMeet me here. Tonight. We will talk.â He smiled at her and continued on, hobbling out the door. Presumably to follow Jayce.
The doctor grinned to herself. It seems as if Jayce found someone that could keep up with him and then some. Good. He needed someone like that. She watched him leave, her hip cocked a bit.
She turned to Sevika, âWell, that solves that.â She said, offering a pleasant smile to her, hoping to receive back⌠well, praise, if she was being honest with herself. Itâs what she thrived off of, what kept her working so hard, being noticed and appreciated by others. Well, that and improving peopleâs lives of course.
âDamn. I didnât expect the little guy to go against him.â She said with a laugh. âGood for him.â She stood up, giving The Doctor a pat on the head. âGood job not entirely fucking up.â She said with a slight smirk. That was the best she was gonna give.
The walk back to the undercity was distinctly not in silence, unlike before. The Doctor seemed rejuvenated, and Sevika couldnât tell if it was because she got to see Jayce, or if it was due to herself. Part of her wished for the later, which irritated her.
When they parted ways, Sevika made her way to the brothel again. Distinctly looking for a woman, Clara, who may look distinctly similar to The Doctor.
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my favourite distraction
lilia x reader
(hereâs an amazing patti photo)
an / this is the first thing iâve written in english and posted, please bear with me! sorry if itâs terrible :(
notes: absolute filth; oral (r receiving); biting; teasing; lilia being the most amazing person ever
a loud sigh from the corner of your kitchen interrupted your focus.
 lilia, what do you want?  you looked over your shoulder and shouted in her direction.
 oh, nothing,  she says, blowing the damp curls on her face out of the way with a huff.
behind you, lilia calderu was grinning to herself. her plans for you tonight were grand.
ÂŤÂ cut the shit, whatâs up?  you turn to give her your full attention, only to see her smirk at you.
ÂŤ honey, iâm feeling a little lonely,  lilia pouted, walking closer to you and giving you those eyes.
you turned back to the book on the counter, still stuck in the same line you were reading when you were interrupted.
ÂŤÂ iâm right here,  you replied flatly. lilia huffed again. you could practically feel her roll her eyes. ÂŤÂ and iâm busy. 
you feel a hand on the back of your neck, pulling your hair up and off of it.
ÂŤÂ alright,  she whispered against your neck. ÂŤÂ iâll just die over here waiting for you to let me give you some attention. 
you sighed dramatically, walking away and dropping onto the couch as you screamed into one of the handmade throw pillows.
ÂŤÂ aw, whatâs the matter, honey?  she laughed, following you into the sitting room. ÂŤÂ whatâs got you so⌠worked up? 
ÂŤÂ lilia,  you whined, drawing out the last syllable. ÂŤÂ i didnât see your pretty neck until you put your hair up. 
lilia walked over to you, lacing her fingers through your hair and lightly tugging.
the moan that escaped you was humiliating.
ÂŤÂ oh, love. youâre all mine, you know it?  she murmured, her lips getting closer and closer to your face.
ÂŤÂ you suck, Âť you murmured against her.
 what the hell do you mean?  lilia questioned, cocking an eyebrow as she tightened her grip on your hair.
you leaned closer to her, wanting more.
 you, mhm,  you moaned as she tugged once more.  you keep fucking teasing me. 
she lowered herself on the couch next to you and placed her free hand dangerously close to your inner thigh.
ÂŤÂ honey, i donât have to follow your rules. i can do whatever i want to you.  she kissed you hard, tongue on yours, teeth into your lips.
she pulled back and shoved your roaming hands off of her breasts.
ÂŤÂ and i know youâll love it. youâre so easy, angel. 
she moved her mouth down, licking and sucking your skin until she reached your collarbone.
 may i?  lilia asked, moving her hand from your thigh to mess with the low neckline of your shirt.
 please,  you moan, shoving yourself towards her in a desperate attempt to relieve even the smallest bit of tension.
she laughed lowly, slowly moving her hand you your throat as she lowered herself and bit down on the exposed top of your breast.
 fuck, lilia,  you croak.
she looks up at you, grinning as she removes her mouth. you groan.
 did i hurt you, my love?  she asked, holding your cheek.
  no, but you are now. please, i need you.  you bucked your hips involuntarily, an act that made lilia pout mockingly.
 is my angel desperate? does my darling want something from me?  she looked at you with a smile across her face as she lowered back down to your chest.
 yes,  the strangled noise left your mouth right as she ripped the shirt off of your torso.
 y/n, what did you say you wanted to do to my neck?  she finished her sentence with a low grunt as you shoved your thigh between both of hers.
ÂŤÂ i didnât say it,  you said as lilia moved herself impossibly close, straddling you. ÂŤÂ but all i could think about was marking you. showing everyone how much i love you. biting you all over your neck and hips and thighs. 
she ground into you, moaning into your breasts.
 i thought i was the needy one,  you playfully poked her on the nose.
 shut up,  she said as she repositioned herself over you.
suddenly, you were cold. when you looked down at yourself, your clothes were gone.
shivering, you reached up to her and held her face.
ÂŤÂ youâre so beautiful,  lilia whispered as she trailed her hands down to rest them on your breasts.
she ran her thumbs over your nipples, laughing to herself as you writhed underneath her.
ÂŤÂ okay, okay. iâll stop teasing you, honey,  she laughed against you as she slid off you and lowered between your legs.
she grabbed your thighs and held them apart, looking at your dripping sex as her pupils blew.
ÂŤÂ all this and iâve hardly touched you,  lilia said against you, her breath cooling your heat down.
 stop it,  you moaned as she blew on your pussy.  you bit my tit, how could i not be dying for you? 
she smirked at you as she swiped through your wetness with her index and middle fingers.
 fuck, lilia,  you whimpered, holding her head with your hands tangled in her hair.
 i know, baby, i know,  she murmured against you, impossibly close to your cunt.  suck,  lilia ordered, shoving her fingers into your mouth.
you obliged, licking her fingers clean of your arousal.
ÂŤÂ youâre such a good girl for me,  she said, leaning forward and licking a long stripe up you.
you threw your head back into a loud moan, finally getting what you desired the most.
but just as quickly as you felt that relief, it was taken away. lilia pulled back, instead giving her attention to your inner thighs. she bit down, the sting causing tears to prick your eyes.
 is this okay?  she questioned, running her hands from your hips to knees, then back up again.
you groan at her, furious that sheâd stop the moment she started.
liliaâs hands pulled your knees over her shoulders as she got closer to you again.
her licks were deep and firm, and you shook at the intensity of her that you had never seem to have experienced before.
quickly, you began to feel a tightness, a heat in you. your thighs tensed around liliaâs head.
 you wanna suffocate me, baby?  she said between the strong strokes of her tongue and the little kisses on your inner thighs.
you pushed her head back into you, impossibly close, muttering incomplete thoughts under your breath and soon babbling as she increased the speed of her flat licks and sucks.
you held her head between your thighs, ready to come, but she slowed to a near stop.
 lilia?  you whispered, tears threatening to roll down your face at the pain of your stolen orgasm.
she exhaled onto you and moved to the curve of your neck.
her vagary shocked you, frustrated you, and terrified you. had you done something wrong?
 honey, your thoughts are loud,  she emphasized her sentence with a nip to your jaw.
you squeezed your eyes shut, unbearably needy.
lilia put her hands to the side of your face, pushing them up to tangle them in your hair, her thumbs stroking under your eyes as she caught the escaped tears.
ÂŤÂ oh, youâre shaking. momma left you all desperate,  she stuck out her bottom lip as your eyes shot wide open at her sentence.
your squirming grew more intense and lilia laughed at you.
 okay, okay,  she sighed into your collarbone as she brought her hands from your head to your sensitive breasts again.
 please,  you choked, tears stinging your flushed face.
she quickly returned to her former position between your twitching legs, and without warning, resumed her hard and fast paced licks.
like a switch, you felt closer than youâd ever felt before, teetering on the edge.
suddenly, she moaned into you, and with a strong vibration on your swollen clit, you came. lilia stared into your eyes as you shook and held her in place, soaking her face.
she licked you through your orgasm, and when you finally slowed your shaking, she grabbed your hands.
ÂŤÂ youâre so good for me, arenât you?  she sat her chin in your thigh, smiling at you as she ran her nails across your palm.
you managed to release a strangled  mm .
lilia stood up and sat next to you, wrapping her arms around your cold frame and stroking your hair again.
ÂŤÂ we should do this more often,  she mused before she bit into your bare shoulder. ÂŤÂ here we go againâŚÂť
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November 23: The Dorm Room | word count: 953 | @wolfstarmicrofic
Sirius never imagined he would get anything like this. The comfortable domesticity of lying in bed, curled around somebody else, not a care in the world. No overwhelming thoughts or memories, no residual pain lingering, nothing except him and the boy he loves. They lay tangled around each other, limbs indecipherable, bodies pressed as tight as they can go. Remus is carding his fingers through Siriusâ hair, drawing the occasional moan from his lips.
âYou know, Iâve been thinking.â Sirius speaks into the silence. It has been weighing on his mind for a while now, this idea, and he needs confirmation that he is not alone in these too-big feelings.
âHave you now?â Remus replies, only halfway mocking.
âI have. Itâs about us.â
âUs?â
âNothing bad.â Sirius rushes to assure. He wonât let that small seed of doubt get planted in Remusâ mind. Sirius isnât going anywhere, not unless he has quite literally no other choice. And even then he will go kicking and screaming. âI⌠well⌠Iâve been saving up my allowance for years now, ever since things started getting really bad at home. And I⌠Iâve⌠I have enough saved now for us to get a flat. Or at least, get us started.â
âOh.â
âUnless that isnât something you want. Because I understand if it is too early or you need some space from me. I know Iâve been clingy, but I can stop. I just⌠you make me feel so good, and you keep me from going to dark places. Iâve never had anybody like that before, so Iâno, itâs okay. I know Iâm too much; I can stop. I wonât be so pushy. Iâllâoumph.â His rant is cut off by Remusâ lips against his. As always, he melts into the kiss, dragging himself impossibly closer to Remus.
âNever stop.â Remus commands when he breaks the kiss. âDo you hear me? Never stop being you.â
âButââ
âNo. You will not change for anybody. And you will certainly not change yourself for me. I love you just how you are.â
âDid you justââ
Remusâ whole body goes rigid, his beautiful autumn eyes flying wide open. He looks so young and innocent like this, even as fear holds his body captive.
âI love you, Remus. You have no idea how much I do. I was afraid I would say it too soon and rush things. James said itâs never too early to say it, but you know how he is. He practically proposed to Reggie on their first date. Remus, Godric, did you really think I would ask you to move in with me if I didnât love you with every fiber of my being?â
âIâI didnât mean toâIt was supposed to be special.â
âIt was special.â Sirius promises. âIt was special because it was you. No matter how or when you said it, it would be special, because you are special.â
âSiriusâŚâ
âI love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.â Each proclamation is punctuated with a kiss.
âSiriâno, wait!â Remus shrieks, trying to duck under the covers, but Sirius has his mind set on kissing every inch of Remusâ face, and he wonât be swayed from this essential mission. So, he loops his arms around Remusâ neck, and rolls his weight over him. His heart swells at the sight of the boy spread out below him, giggling and trying to squirm away from the overt affection.
Godric, he is the luckiest man on earth.
Seemingly having had enough of the pecking kisses, Remus ducks his head, moving to capture Siriusâ lips with his own. He eagerly follows Remusâ lead, glad to do anything he wants. He would walk to the ends of the earth if the other boy declared he must. He would go against his own morals if Remus asked with a smile. Heâs fully lost in the whirlpool of love, but he isnât desperate to get out any time soon, instead willing to drown himself in it.
âSo, about the futureâŚâ
âYeah?â Sirius asks, leaning his head on Remusâ chest. He is still laying fully on top of him, but he is far too content here to move, and Remus doesnât seem to want him to move either if the arms looped around his waist, are any indication.
âIâve been thinking too.â
âOh, do tell.â
âWell, I think we have a cabin. I donât care much for the city, and I think you would like a change in pace after your childhood. Itâs not too far from townâa muggle one, where we donât have to worry about my status. We are far enough that the Full Moon doesnât pose any risks, but close enough that we could take walks into town if we want.â
âA cabin up on a hill so we can watch the sunrise and sunset together?â
âOf course. The windows are always open, and there is no dark hidden corners. Nothing that would remind us of home. This is ours. I would have books everywhere. You would try to organize them for me, but I would just take them down again. And you would have your own studio, in a room full of windows and light, where you could paint anything and everything you could imagine.
âWe would have to have a floo, so our friends can visit whenever they want. And we would have to have game nights, canât leave all our habits behind when we graduate.â
âYour mind is beautiful.â
âAnd yours is brave enough to get us there.â
Unable to help himself, Sirius dives in for another kiss. âTo our future together, may we grow old and grey.â
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UNSENT LETTERS (PART 3) / MATT STURNIOLO
âold shoe box underneath his bed, filled with love lettersâ
part 1 part 2
the date had been amazing. brayden was the sweetest guy, you went to a small beach side restaurant, watched the sunset with him, eventually going back to his place. now you were sitting on the carpet in nicks room, recapping the date.
âOMG YOU MADE OUT WITH HIM?!â nick screamed so loud, you swear the whole neighbourhood could hear. ânick can you shut up, everyoneâs gonna hearâ you say shaking your head in your hands. âsorry, but thatâs insane, ugh iâm so happy for you girlâ he says, his voice slightly above a whisper.
mattâs ear was pressed against the door hearing everything. it was eavesdropping, some would say a invasion of privacy, but he didnât care. his heart sank when you mentioned how great the date was. when heâd heard nicks scream, his emotion switched to anger. oh god he kissed her. he kissed my girl?
he walked away to his room, feeling as if he had heard enough. slamming the door behind him. he grabbed his notebook again, scribbling down another note. âit shouldâve been me.â he slid the paper in the box, his emotions still at high.
matt knew he shouldnât be acting like this, he didnât own you and it was his own fault his feelings were bottled up. it also didnât help the fact he had a lacrosse game with brayden tomorrow, he hated even having to see his face.
he tried to go to sleep the entire night, tossing and turning in his bed. matt hated when he couldnât fall asleep, which was most nights. he was a huge over-thinker but for some reason it got worse as the sky got dimmer. a million thoughts trail through his head.
âgod i hope brayden messes up and loses herâ
âbut i want her to be happyâ
âjust not with somebody elseâ
âshit iâm being selfishâ
âgod i really like herâ
âthis is pathetic, i need to get a gripâ
âfuck, everything about her makes me go insane thoughâ
the thoughts never didnât ever really stop for matt, especially when it was about you.
¡:*¨༺ âą ŕŠâ§âË âŽ ŕŠâ§âË âą ŕźťÂ¨*:¡
đđ - ps. sorry for all the slowburnn, next chapter will be juicy fs đ¤Ť
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iâm the girl youâd die for
kiara carrera x rafe cameron; nsfw 18+
summary: Kiara and Rafe are locked in a Barbados villa together. Tensions are high. They share a bed. We know where this is going.
tags, warnings, and more on ao3!
Rafe, bored out of his mind, made multiple attempts to start a conversation with no success. Kiara remained committed to keeping her mouth shut, but she nervously stared at him like prey. He considered mocking her for this, but given everything heâs done to her friend group, he instead chose to let her continue ogling him and only smirked when their eyes met. Which was often.
Still, he was generous. Undressed slowly, flexing when his torso was exposed until her cheeks were red.
When the moon casted beams across the room, it was glaringly obvious to both that they needed sleeping arrangements that would invite the least amount of discomfort. âIâm a feminist. I can take the floor,â Kiara offered, breaking her silence while enviously staring at the luxurious king-size occupying the majority of the room.
He scoffed. âNo, you can have the bed,â Rafe said and tossed a pillow on the ground. Kiara twisted her face up in confusion. âAre you surprised? If I banished you to the ground, my mother would turn in her grave.â
âNo oneâs âbanishingâ anyone anywhere, I just think sharing would beâ kind of weird, no? Iâll take it tomorrow night,â she suggested, then winced at the idea that theyâd be here another day. Rafe had a similar physical reaction but said nothing, instead creating a pallet with the spare blankets and pillows.
Nothing else was said for the rest of the evening.
***
Kiara sat up, a scream still fresh on her lips. She kicked and clawed around the empty sheets, fighting off an attacker that lingered only in her dreams.
Rafe jolted awake and looked at the door, ensuring it was still shut and locked. âKie, are you okay?â he asked, using the bedpost to bring himself to standing.
She hadnât caught her breath yet, but still tried to explain herself. âThe planeâ Jimmy, heâsâ fuckinâ hell,â Kiara pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes, trying to scrub the imagery out of her brain.
He was by her side in an instant, dipping into the bed on his knees. âItâs okay, sweetheart, youâre safe. It was just a nightmare.â His hand reached out to console her but he jerked back in fear of overstepping a boundary while she was still vulnerable.
âNo shit, Rafe,â she bit, then looked up with wet eyes. âIâm sorry, I justââ
âItâs fine. Iâve gotten worse. Are you alright?â
âPlease stay with me.â
Now that he didnât expect. Guess the weirdness be damned. âIâ uh, of course. Just⌠try to get some rest, yeah?â
He slipped between the silk sheets, letting the plush duvet settle over his figure. Kiara remained tense until he finally placed a soft hand on her shoulder. Rafe felt her physically deflate, and his eyes widened when she rolled over and rested her head on his bare chest.
Unsure of what to do, he lay rigid as her breaths evened out into soft snores. He brought a hand to the back of her head, lightly stroking her hair as they both drifted off to sleep again.
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She woke for the second time that night, this time without the forceful tug out of slumber. No, this time it was something much different that pulled her from her now-peaceful dreams.
His dick.
No fucking joke, she could feel him pressed up against her ass. They seemed to have shifted in the middle of the night to a spooning position, and his semi-hard cock was perfectly caught between their bodies. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of him having a pleasant enough dream to get like this, and the devil on her shoulder won.
Ever-so-carefully, she shifted backwards in an attempt to increase their contact. Once their bodies were entirely flush, she grinded back. One of his arms was tossed over her waist, and she slotted her hand over his to hold him in place.
His cock twitched, she could feel it. She knew this was really wrong, messing with him in his sleep, but she couldnât stop. Eventually she dared to reach back and stroke over his boxers, which only made him harder.
She wasnât sure what the endgame would be. In fact, she wasnât really thinking at all, given that her brain had entirely shut off the moment she felt him pressing into her. Kiara figured she could keep going until she was tired enough to fall back asleep, and was perfectly content with this choice.
That is, until the man behind her started to push back against her hand. She froze like a spooked rabbit, breath catching in her throat. Kiara tried to pull her arm away, but he pinned it to her side with a grip around her waist.
Rafe snickered, pulling her snug against him. âCouldnât help yourself, huh?â
Fuck. âIâIâm sorry, I didnâtââ
âThink Iâd wake up? Sâpretty stupid, doll,â he hummed, sleep still rasping his voice.
Her body flamed with embarrassment, thinking she would never hear the end of this. That is, until she realized he was tugging his boxers even lower to fully free himself. This is just another dream , she thought to herself. Surely Rafe isnât about to fuck me.
Then he lined himself up with ease, simply pushing her panties to the side and gliding the tip along her wet folds. âHope you know that if you wanted this, all you had to do was ask. Didnât have to go violating me in my sleep.â He groaned as he guided himself inside her until the tip of his cock had disappeared within her walls. âBut I wonât complain about this.â
A pathetic whine ripped from her. She pushed back to get him even deeper, and he matched her movements until his balls pressed against her clit. She clenched around him and suddenly it was him groaning, digging his fingers into her sheer nightgown.
The angle was perfect, and with every thrust he was directly hitting a spot that made her cry out. The hand that wasnât wrapped around her body reached around her head to clamp over her mouth. âShh, pretty girl. Donât want the guards running in on this, do you?â
Kiara shook her head desperately.
He laughed at her whimpers, thoroughly enjoying the way she trembled in his grip. âYou act like you hate me,â he chided, completely stilling his hips to her dismay. âIgnoring me. Giving me forced glares. You think I donât see the way you look at me? Canât believe it took you this long to do something about it, you little slut.â
She was overwhelmed to the point of tears spilling down her cheeks, and he smirked when he felt the droplets hit his hand. âNot sure why youâre crying, baby, youâre the one who wanted this.â
Kiara reached up to pull his hand from her face, just enough to choke out the words, âRafe, please, move.â
âNow she has manners,â he teased but obeyed anyways.
He fucked her until she came, legs shaking and back arching. Rafe had to cover her mouth again to keep the noise down. He didnât stop, even when she tried to cry out from overstimulation. The hand tucked around her waist trailed down until it was just above her mound, and he pressed in firmly.
âFeel that, doll? Sâall me, making you feel so good. Thatâs it,â he purred, still thrusting and enjoying the feeling of her clenching and shivering in his arms.
He finished inside her, not that Kie expected any less. His hips stuttered and he dropped his head to her shoulder, trying to cover his own moans by digging his teeth into the flesh there.
They returned to silence, this time without the thick tension between them. The room seemed much cooler, despite the sweat beading on their bodies.
And with that out of their systems, the duo fell back asleep, more comfortable than either couldâve imagined.
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Oh, Dear Night Haunter
A much-longer-than-intended Konrad Curze x Reader fic because there arenât enough on him.
Tw; none, just tooth-rotting fluff and domestic Curze shenanigans (and poor writing)
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Curze is sweet on you, to a painful degree. However he struggles to convey his affections without seeming too âweakâ and mushy.
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Konrad Curze. The Night Haunter. Primarch of the VIIth legion. A master of terror and torture. Though, when faced with much more tame and domestic situations, Curze was far out of his element. Not only was he out of his element, but he was also wildly uncomfortable. Thus his infatuation with you. You didnât seem uncomfortable around him, nor did you pay much attention to his staring habit. That much seemed to both terrify and intrigue him. Why? Why were you so fearless? Why did you treat him with such blatant bravery, or was it stupidity and insolence? Why were YOU, a serf, his lesser, so bold around him?
It didnât take long for you to notice him watching you again, like a cat watches a mouse. He was staring as you preformed your duties, seemingly confused and even more intrigued by every delicate move you made. He watched how you moved with such grace and elegance. Every small detail, from the way you seemed to glide with every step to the soft smile you gave the second youâd realized he was staring.
Curze seemed to stare even more intensely at you, now that youâd locked eyes with him, it was almost like he was daring you to speak, to say something. He found himself yearning to hear that silky smooth voice of yours. Yearning was not a feeling Curze was used to.
âMy lord- I donât mean to pry, but youâre staring. Again.â The moment those words left your lips, he found he was enthralled once more. You were his muse, but, of course, you didnât know that yet. Damn you, you enamoring creature.
âYouâre beautiful.â The words left his lips before he could even give a second thought. You had taken a quick pause, and that made Curze panic momentarily. Had you thought lesser of him for that comment? It was improper of him to speak out like that, even if he didnât much care for being proper or professional, but around you that part of him melted. He wanted to âclean up his actâ so to speak. At least, around you.
The moment you smiled at him, his concern and panic over his impulsive speech melted. That smile, that enamoring smile was like the song of a siren. He felt his hearts slamming in his chest, heat rushing to his cheeks. Blood of the Emperor himself, was he dying? Was he dying over the smile of a mere mortal woman? He could handle blood and screaming, and flaying the skin off of civilians to wear like a horrible patchwork cape, but he could not handle your mere smile. What was wrong with him, to act out in your presence? The presence of a mere mortal?
âYouâre.. uh-⌠My lord, youâre blushing quite profusely. Are you okay?â You asked him. The sight of the Night Haunter so flustered was a rare sight indeed. You relished in the way he seemed embarrassed and even distracted by such simple gestures. One could even call him cute, in a way. Unfortunately though, you could not afford to linger, having duties to still attend to. âSir, if youâll excuse me, I do need to attend to other business-â
âNo. Stay⌠please. Stay.â Curze abruptly commanded with a sharp edge of pleading to his voice, even reaching for you, his hand landing on your shoulder to hold you in place as momentary jealousy and a sense of protectiveness rushed through him at the mere prospect of you tending to one of his other astartes and not him. He wanted you all to himself and it was clear as day in the way his obsidian-black eyes stared at you longingly.
The fearsome Night Haunter. Fawning over a mortal womanâs company. Instead of slipping into cowering submission, you chuckled, despite knowing the horrific actions he was capable of, you found amusement at his obsessive gesture. âYou want me to stay with you, my lord?â You asked him. He returned with an awkward and slightly flustered nod. âAre you well? You look flushed.â
âI need you.â The words once more spilled off his tongue like blood from a fresh wound. You stared at him with wide eyes at his surprising confession. Curze, of course, thought this was a negative response. He panicked again, squeezing your shoulder slightly tighter, his entire palm basically engulfing your shoulder. He was bad with affection, but he still wanted to show you affection. Why? What was wrong with him? Why was he so obsessed? He needed answers as to why he felt the need to act so painfully out of character just to be around you.
âP- pardon?â You ask him, staring like at him like heâd gone mad. He had gone mad. Curze has always been mad with visions of a horrible future, but he set those aside long enough to show want for you so badly that he felt the need to behave like a loyal dog for you.
âI want you. Badly. I need you.â Curze said almost sharply, he sounded frustrated and confused with his emotions. âI-⌠want to touch you. Blood of the Emperor, I twist and turn at night thinking about you.â This confession was both bizarre and somewhat sweet in his own strange way. âI need you like I need the hearts in my chest to pump my lifeblood through my veins, and I donât understand why.â He reached up to place his hand on your cheek, fingers borderline trembling with such painfully built up emotion.
Curze looked about ready to snap in that moment. You were struck with confusion and a strange sense of understand. His hands were surprisingly cold on your bare cheek, yet you still leaned in. The air felt electric as he leaned in in return. You opened your mouth to speak to him, however he swiftly interrupted your would-be words to kiss you directly on the lips.
Even his lips were cold, but not an unwelcome cold. More like the cold of a soft breeze, rather than the biting cold of an oncoming storm. To him, though, you were so, so warm. He yearned for it. Curze wanted that warmth from you the same way a cat laid in the window sill on a sunny day to bask in the heat of the sun. You were his sun. His sol, his heat. And youâd had no idea up until now, of all times.
When he finally pulled away, you were left in a harsh, speechless daze. Curze was terrible with emotions. He was awkward and clumsy with his confession like a newborn foal trying to walk. He spoke more through actions than words, that much was obvious. For a primarch with such a vicious and tormented reputation, and no clue how to love, he was starting to grasp the concept. All because of you.
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Oh good god, finally finished. Apologies if the writing is poor, this is my first ever fic Iâve written and itâs on my beloved babygirl, the Night Haunter <3
I love him sooo much, Iâm not normal about this lil freak
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part 7 of this, (is the name corrupted king taken?)
_"Monkey king!" MK yelled ruining outside to get The sage,
_"What's wrong kid? Where's Macaque?" Why was he in the house?
_"He's inside, he passed out." Wukong's heartbeat jumped as he rushed inside the house to see Macaque passed out on his bed. He looked worse than when he left him. How did he loose weight in just a few hours?
_"What happened?" Wukong asked, feeling anger like lava under his skin. Who did this to him?
_"We were talking and then the crown started hurting him then he passed out," he hurt him "I didn't know what to do," you told him to stay away and he didn't, "but he told me not to get you so I've been waiting for you." He wants to get the crown off, "I've put him in bed and checked for fever," He's helping him escape, "I'm so happy you came earlier than you said..." He wants to take him away, forever! Get rid of the kid before he takes him away!
_"I told you to stay outside kid! why didn't you listen?!"
_"I-I'm sorry.. I just wanted to talk to him-"
_"And look what you've done!" Wukong caught the look on MK's face and it made something in his heart twist, but it wasn't enough to shake away his anger
*sigh* "Go home kid, I'll take care of him."
_"I can help-"
_"NO. You've done enough. Just go home."
_"..." MK tried to lift his head up but he couldn't, he just took a deep breath before heading outside, "Let me know if you need anything."
Wukong ignored MK leaving and focused on Macaque, he layed beside him and gently hugged him close to his chest.
What have I done, I'm sorry my moon, I shouldn't have left you, I'll never leave your side again.
Wukong kissed his head and inhaled deeply, taking in every drop of Macaque's scent. It managed to soothe him a little as he started giving Macaque his magic hoping it'll slow down the crown until he can stop it for good.
Do it. He's unconscious now. He wouldn't feel a thing.
The idea sparkled in the King's head. It's true. He was waiting for a proper time to bring it up but now is the perfect time.
Normally, Wukong wouldn't be able to give Macaque his eye or any other organ considering their magic is incompatible. Macaque's body would simply reject anything with his magic in it.
But now, that won't happen, the crown would simply absorb Wukong's magic and the eye would become a normal organ. He just needs to use some extra magic and make sure it heals into Macaque before the crown absorbs all his healing magic.
Yes. It could work. He won't feel a thing now. It won't hurt him.
Wukong slowly backed up from his moon and put his fingers on his eye. And just like that he started shoving his fingers around his eye.
He was in so much pain there was a moment where he wanted to stop but one though at the back of his head kept him going.
This is nothing compared to the pain you put him in, you deserve this, and he deserves better.
After a few minutes, Wukong held his eye in his hand, the one he so desperately need to give, he looked at it for a moment, how long did he dream of this moment, of a miracle, of one desperate apology.
He looked into his moon, uncomfortable and trying to hold on to life. Wukong didn't waste anymore time. It's now or never.
He got his fingers closer to his moon's face, he hesitated but immediately pushed that thought away,
_"I'm sorry my love." he whispered, and with a quick swift, he got the grey eye out. The one I blinded.
Macaque only gave a few groans of discomfort, but didn't get up. He didn't wake up. He can't feel it.
The fact that Macaque wasn't up eased the pain in Wukong's heart, he doesn't know what he would've done if his moon woke up crying and screaming.
Wukong carefully started putting his eye in Macaque's place, praying with every breath that this works. And just as he finished putting it inside, he placed his hand on the eye and took a deep breath.
This is the hard part, this is the part that would hurt the most.
He held his moon's head close to his chest and let a river of healing magic into him, then stopped when the eye was completely secured, at the same second he felt his love wake up, and before he knew it, his moon was up and screaming in pain,
_"PLEASE!! STOP!! IT HURTS!! PLEASE!" Wukong heard these begging screams as Macaque desperately tried to get away, his claws ripping through the yellow clothes on Wukong's body but not his skin, the crown had sucked out his energy and left him as weak as a baby that would be eaten by the wild if left alone.
It only took a minute before the crown finished its job and turned Wukong's eye, now Macaque's, into a normal one, it lost its magic and shifted back to how it originally was when he was born.
That minute felt like a decade for Wukong, in his head he kept apologising, but this time he didn't feel regret, he was actually happy it's finally over.
There was no way to know if it worked before his moon woke up. So for now, all he can do is take care of him until he wakes up. He'll give him a shower to clean up the blood, the sight of it on his love is making his stomach twist and his heart pinch. He also needs to keep giving his magic to the crown so it would leave his moon's alone.
I'll take care of you, my king.
(This was painful to write but I made it.)
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First fic ever doesnât have a name yet I have ideas but ugh guys this is the first time I ever wrote something lowkey nervous let me know if you have any suggestions my anons are open my DMs are open commentsâŚbe kind tho like I said this is the first time I wrote something đđ¤
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Quick Backstory
Sasha Simmons: 22, 6'3", model with a slender build. Naturally blonde but dyes her hair black. She has high cheekbones and icy blue eyes. Growing up in Brooklyn, NY, she's a true city girl, unbothered by the chaos around her. After her father abandoned the family when she was just 7, her mother never remarried. A selfish alcoholic, her mother uses Sasha to maintain her own precarious position in life. Sasha is an only child, with two close friends: Natalia, her childhood "sister," and Emily, who introduced her to modeling back in high school. Girly pop has a hard time recognizing her beauty.
Paige Bueckers:You all know what Paige looks like, so thereâs no need for me to describe her appearance or go into a detailed backstory â unless you want me to.
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Sasha
Your alarm blares, no, actually it screams at you to wake up. You've hit the snooze button seven times already.
sashaâs mom hurries through the room and throws the phone towards the back of her head
âFUCK YOU!â Sasha bolts upright, searching for the nearest object to throw back, but her mother rushes out the door before she can retaliate. Scanning the mess around her bed, she finally finds her phone, just in time to see the glaring screen flash 8:05 AM.
âOh no! Oh no! Fuck! Why didnât you wake me up earlier, Mom? I have that casting call for Nike today!â She races to the bathroom, all the while her mother rolls her eyes, inhaling the smoke from her Winston Reds, which have completely taken over their apartment.The apartment where she spent the last 22 exhausting, painful yet memorable years. The place where she learned to walk, where she learned about disappointments, where she realized being skinny could open more doors than being happy ever would. She never felt fulfilled. Despite winning every pageant she entered, graduating from NYU with a full ride, and traveling to cities in Europe that most couldnât even name, it was never enough. Deep down, what she always truly desired was a townhouse filled with both parents, a dog, and siblings close to her ageâmaybe to actually celebrate holidays.
Her motherâs cough, loud enough to be heard from blocks away, snaps her out of her thoughts. The time now reads 8:20 AM. Has she really sat on the toilet for fifteen minutes? Sheâs got to be at the shoot in forty minutes â twenty on the train! In a frenzy, she jumps into the shower. Within fifteen minutes, sheâs out the door, her hair still wet and half-dried, rushing to make it to the train just in time.
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Paige
As I watch the stylist sort through outfits for my potential partner for this shoot, I canât help but wonder what this person will look like. Itâs strange they waited until today to find someone, but given my schedule, I canât complain. I know my energy effortlessly charms those around me, making it easy for them to work with me, even if it's an inconvenience. While it feels good to receive such attention, I must admit itâs also awkward to have everything done for me. Glancing in the mirror, I remind myself that I truly earned this moment. The countless hours I spent on the court led to my recruitment by the best program in the country, paving the way for my success and growth as a leader. Iâve faced adversity over the past couple of years, but each challenge has helped me learn more about myself, and for that, Iâm eternally grateful.
Robbie, the casting director, enters, enthusiastically explaining that he's looking for someone who's my complete opposite. We've gone over this several times, but his vision of this âdream girlâ seems to intensify with each discussion. He hands me a piece of paper.
1.Jet black hair
2.Icy blue eyes
3.Sharp features
4.Tall
5.Shalom Harlow with a twist
With an incredulous expression, I ask, âHow is this the opposite of me?â He chuckles and surveys me with a quick up-and-down glance (classic sassy gay man), saying, âWell, love, this dream girl will be the black cat to your golden retriever vibe. Sure, you both have similar eyes and features, but you're kind and sweet; this girl will walk into the room with a cold energy thatâs anything but sunshineâ.
âOh wowww, you really have quite an imagination,â I reply, slightly annoyed by his specificity, as if such a person even exists. âShalom Harlow with a twist?â I murmur again, baffled. Sheâs one of the hottest models out there, yet I canât fathom meeting anyone close to that in real life.Let alone at a Nike shoot.Dropping the paper on the table, I walk over to the window, where the breathtaking views of New York City never fail to captivate me. So many experiences, so many stories. I canât help but wonder what our âdream girlâ is doing right.
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Sasha
Glancing at my phone, I realize I should be right on time. My hair has fully dried, but it's slightly puffy now. If only I had a few extra minutes to fix myself! The casting call requested no makeup and natural hairâjust blow-dried, nothing styled. They asked for jeans and a tee, preferably with sneakers, as they wanted to see how we âcarry ourselves.â Silly, but I guess thereâs a reason behind everything. I press the button for the 18th floor and take a deep breath to calm my nerves. Despite never feeling confident, I've mastered the act well enough that anyone who sees me is impressed. As the elevator doors slide open, Iâm greeted by what seems to be at least seventy girls, most already clustered in little groups. Casting a glance around, I note several familiar faces from previous shoots, some of whom are friends of Emily's. As I approach, the only thing I can hear is the name âPaigeâ around me. Whoâs Paige ?
âHey, you guys!!â I say with the most artificial smile I can muster. âIâve missed seeing you! How is everyone?â To be honest, I could hardly care less about any of them, but networking is crucial in this industry. As we chat, I mention the mysterious Paige, âSo who is this Paige girl? Is she a new model we should be watching out for?â Dolia giggles, giving me a pointed look before saying, âHow do you not know who you might be shooting with? At this point just forget about even being here.â She bursts out laughing obnoxiously, solidifying my reasons to not befriend any of these people ever. Hannah, grinning from ear to ear, chimes in, âItâs Paige Bueckers! The basketball player from UConn! How do you not know this?â This is the second time Iâm hearing about her; the first was when Emilyâs roommate lost her mind over some âtalent showâ she joined last spring on her live. I still donât know who this girl is, and frankly, I donât care. Iâm here to work with a major brand, and this could be my ticket to fashion week â possibly an invitation to the upcoming shows. After being ghosted by brands Iâd previously collaborated with, last yearâs New York Fashion Week made me a recluse.
Just then, the casting director bursts into the room, announcing his last-minute requirements. I dread these moments. âIf you donât have jet black hair, you can leave,â he shouts. As most girls exit, that dwindles to at least twenty of us. Then he states, âAnyone under 6 feet tall can leave,â and that knocks out even more girls. Now there are only fourteen of us left, mere minutes ago there were so many. My thoughts wander as I scan the room and catch sight of a tall blonde just a few feet away from the other room. Sheâs beautifulâreally beautifulâand her laughter makes her glow like⌠sunshine? âIf you donât have blue eyes, you may exit, and thank you for coming,â the director retorts, pulling me back into reality. Weâre now down to just five girls, all looking like identical versions of each other. We're ushered into a room where we're given instructions about whatâs to come. Iâm the last to go, thankful I can drift for a moment. Hunger and fatigue creep in, but I push it aside.I canât help but drift back to the girl I saw by the door. I wonder who she isâŚ
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Paige
Robbie steps into the room, informing me that the number of girls has drastically decreased, and itâs almost time for the shoot. He gestures for me to follow him to another room where Iâll essentially rate the remaining girls. It feels somewhat wrong to assess others this way, but I suppose it's necessary. The first girl walks inâgorgeous, resembling Lauren Jauregui in build and hair type. Sheâs asked to walk, but struggles to keep up with the beat; she doesnât stand out. The next girl has shoulder-length hair, giving major Kendall Jenner vibes. Another pretty face, but again, nothing memorable. As I zone out I can hear Robbie buzzing in my ear that we have one last person, and then we are done. Rubbing my temples in frustration, I suddenly hear footsteps approaching.A raspy but sweet voice breaks the tension: âGood morning, Iâm Sasha Simmons.â My focus shifts back to the door, and time seems to freeze. The girl walking in ticks off every box. She exudes a captivating energy that pulls me in like a magnet. Our eyes lock, and it feels as if we can't look away from each other. This girl is it. Sheâs the âdream girlâ for both Robbie and, I think, for me too.
As I shift my body and quickly adjust my top, pushing my hair back, I break eye contact with a nudge from Robbie. âI think we found the one,â he whispers excitedly. But like everyone else, he asks her to walk, which she does effortlessly. The silence in the room deepens as Robbie thanks her and tells her to step outside. Confusion knots my stomach as I jerk my head back at him, questioning why he asked her to step out. He brushes it off, mentioning itâs part of a procedure. Filling out a couple of papers, he then directs me to step into another room.
âIâd like to stay,â I insist, but he gives me a sharp look, stating it wouldn't be very professional for me to witness the one-on-one rejection talk. Reluctantly, I accept it and walk to the other room, still in awe. I finally know who the dream girl is⌠Sasha Simmons.
Sasha
As Iâm asked to walk into the room, my eyes are immediately drawn to the blonde girl I spotted at the door earlier. Our gazes lock, and I notice her fidgeting with her top and running her fingers through her hair. A surge of curiosity hits meâdid I make her nervous?.... Why would she feel that way around someone like me? She must be used to receiving attention from all the girls surrounding her.
I shift my focus back to the director, who gestures for me to walk for him. With a few swift notes taken, he thanks me and asks me to step out. The whole encounter was alarmingly brief, leaving me lowkey panicked; maybe I wasn't what they were looking for. I can practically count the minutes I spent in that room on my fingers.I make my way to a nearby seat, trying to steady my breath. One by one, the other girls are called back in for the results.
As I sit in my corner, I feel my mind dissociate from the chaos around meâat least now I know who Paige Bueckers is...
â˘â˘â˘ if you got all the way here thank you so so much for reading like I said it my first time ever writing anything. Iâm open to suggestions and comments.I only read over it a couple of times so there might be mistakes. Let me know what you guys want for the next part I kinda have an idea on what I wanna go off of but youâre the reader lol let me know anons DMs everythingâs open.
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BUTTERCUP w. kwon soonyoung (hoshi)
countryside boy x rich girl au (915)
pairing: kwon soonyoung (hoshi) x fem!reader
note: loosely based on the filipino romcom crazy beautiful you . please rb ur thoughts and give a like if you've enjoyed this read , thank you !
youâre trudging along the dusty road, fuming under the late afternoon sun, the straps of your heels biting into your feet. this placeâthis forsaken countrysideâfeels like the embodiment of everything your mother knows you hate. dirt, roads that lead to nowhere, endless fields, and the smell of livestock. your punishment couldnât be more humiliating.
but youâre done playing her game. the bag over your shoulder holds just enough cash and a charger for your phone. youâd figured out the bus schedule last night; all you needed was to sneak out unnoticed. no more dealing with nosy neighbours or the suffocating boredom of country living.
but of course, nothing goes as planned.
"hey, miss," a voice calls from somewhere behind you. instinctively, you clutch your bag tighter and quicken your pace. itâs not the friendly sort of tone you'd expect from a stranger.
then, as if out of nowhere, someone grabs your arm. panic shoots through you as you try to yank yourself free, but the man is faster, rougher. your bag is ripped from your shoulder, and your heart lurches as you realise you canât overpower him.
"get off me!" you scream, but the road is deserted, the fields stretching endlessly on either side. the man runs off, your bag slung over his shoulder.
before you can decide whether to chase after him or collapse in despair, someone else appears, jogging towards you.
"what the hell was that?" you demand as soonyoung stops in front of you, hands on his hips like heâs just finished a casual morning run.
ârelaaaaxx,â he says, eyeing you like youâre some kind of puzzle. âyou alright?â
"do i look alright?" you snap, but your voice wavers. you hate that you sound scared.
soonyoung doesnât say anything for a moment, just looks in the direction the thief ran off. then, without warning, he bends down, sweeping you off your feet and hoisting you over his shoulder like youâre some kind of sack of rice.
"put me down!" you shriek, pounding at his back with your fists. he doesnât even flinch, the muscles under his worn shirt taut as he starts walking down the road.
"youâre welcome," he says, smirking.
"welcome for what? you didnât do anything!"
"you were about to pass out from panic. iâm saving you."
"by carrying me like this?!"
he chuckles, the sound low and infuriatingly casual. "youâd rather stay here alone? the thief might come back, you know."
you stop struggling for a moment, because damn it, heâs right.
he brings you to a small, slightly dingy motel on the edge of town. the sign flickers in and out, and the smell of damp wood hits you as soon as he sets you down in the doorway.
"youâve got to be kidding me," you mutter, brushing yourself off.
"what? not five-star enough for you, princess?"
you glare at him. "why are you even helping me?"
âletâs just say iâm⌠invested in your journey,â he says with a smirk that sets your nerves on edge.
you fold your arms, not buying his vague answer. "and whatâs that supposed to mean?"
"well," he starts, leaning casually against the doorframe, "it means i know youâre trying to run off back to the city. and i also know youâre not going anywhere now."
"how do you know that?" you demand, your voice rising.
he gives you a sheepish smile that somehow manages to infuriate you more. "because the guy who stole your bag is a friend of mine. and, uh, your mom hired us."
for a second, you think youâve misheard him. "what ?"
"it was her idea. she wanted to scare you into staying put." he shrugs, like this is all perfectly reasonable.
you stare at him, mouth open. "youâre joking."
"not really," he says, looking annoyingly unbothered.
"so youâre in on this?"
he raises a hand in mock surrender. "hey, iâm just doing my job."
âyour job ? â you step closer, glaring up at him. "so youâre what? some kind of low class actor now?"
"general helper," he corrects, flashing you a grin. "i do odd jobs. sometimes legal, sometimes⌠less so."
you groan, dragging a hand down your face. "this is insane. my mother is insane."
"maybe," he says, his tone annoyingly light. "but sheâs got good taste in collaborators."
you want to slap that smug look off his face, but you also canât help noticing how sharp his jawline looks in the dim motel lighting. you shake the thought away.
"youâre lucky i donât call the cops," you mutter, turning away.
"on who? your mom? " he teases, following you into the room.
âyouâre infuriating,â you snap, spinning to face him.
"and youâre spoiled," he fires back, leaning in closer. his smirk is still there, but his voice drops an octave, taking on a flirtatious edge. "but i guess thatâs why i took on such a strange yet fun request."
"fun?" you echo, eyes narrowing. "you think this is fun?"
he steps closer, close enough that you can see the gold flecks in his brown eyes. "admit it," he says, voice low. "you like the trouble."
you hate that your heart skips a beat at his tone, hate the way heâs looking at you like he knows exactly how to get under your skin.
"youâre delusional," you say, but it comes out weaker than you intend and you mentally slap yourself for it.
"hmm, maybe," he murmurs, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "but that's probably because youâre stuck with me now, buttercup."
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a lesson learned
Summary - After a failed attempt to escape being owned by Roman Sionis, he brings in the infamous Scarecrow to help correct such behaviours. (2.1k words)
(tw: sexual slavery, non-con, sa, whipping, mentions of previous abuse, restraints, open for a sequel)
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Trying to escape Roman had been a foolish dream at best and Violetâs panicked eyes took in the scene before her as she struggled against the hard wood of the âxâ shaped restraint she had been placed against and strapped into. Her head throbbed, a delayed pain of the earlier blow which Roman had delivered to her skull, and her vision was bleary as her gaze darted between the two men who observed her with sadistic glee.
"Stupid bitch needs a lesson in manners." Roman spoke, directing his words to the man who stood by his side - his impressive height looming over Romansâ own. "She needs to know never to fuck with me again and I thought you would be the perfect solution to help 'correct' her bad behaviour, Dr Crane."
"Of course, Mr. Sionis." In full costume minus his mask, Jonathan Crane cut a terrifying figure and Violet sobbed into her fabric gag as she listened to them speak. "I'm always happy to lend my professional assistance with difficult patients. This one is even prettier than the last. How would you like her?"
"Broken and obedient, but not totally fucked up like the last one. She had to be sold at a reduced price because of all that babbling that your chemical shit snapped her into."
Ignoring the criticism, Crane nodded. "Modifications?"
"Eh," Roman shrugged, blowing out a puff of smoke from his cigar, "nothing nasty to look at. Maybe just the usual stuff that will make it hard for her to see herself as anything but a fuck toy to be used and abused.â
"Simple enough, Mr. Sionis. And I trust you will be joining me to assist in my work?"
"Of course. Maroni is up to some shit these days so I've been needing to keep an eye on him. I could use the opportunity to blow off some steam by listening to this stupid bitch scream.â
"Perfect. Then I suppose I'll begin my initial examination now."
Having been forced to listen to their entire exchange, Violetâs body shook violently. The last month had been a living hell, her forced abduction as she travelled home from work being only the beginning of her torments â a fact which quickly became known to her as she awoke in some kind of holding pen which housed two other women. They had been the ones to tell her of her new reality, a reality of her being little more than a sex object to be trained and used by anyone her new owner saw fit.
It was information which had sent her into a spiral of despair, her body thrashing and screaming out as it pummelled the iron door which kept her from freedom. In fact, she had kicked up such a fuss that her new owner had personally come to pay her a visit and check out his latest merchandise.
Roman Sionis, alias Black Mask.
He had been terrifying, standing tall as his goons dragged her from her holding cell and took her to one of the training rooms â an experience which still made her shudder to this day as they each took turns in using the various tools and instruments which Roman has collected to discipline his toys. It was an encounter which broke something within Violet, their abuse of her body and use of her various holes leaving her a sobbing, aching mess who had then been unceremoniously flung back into the holding pen as the other woman glanced at her with open fear.
But still, despite it all, after weeks of being forced into the most degrading and painful sex acts as an amusement for Roman and his various friends, Violet had gathered the strength to attempt an escape and had barely managed to make it past the second security door before she found herself taking a harsh baton to the stomach. A blow which winded her in an instant and made her drop to her knees, unable to do anything but struggle to breathe â it was almost a relief when the dark boot of the guard collided with her head and knocked her clean out.
The bliss of unconsciousness didnât last forever though and awaking tied to this cross â her entire body nude and on display for the two master criminals who stood before her â had been almost as terrible as everything else she had been forced to endure.
She knew who the Scarecrow was, everyone in Gotham did, and to have him bearing down on her for a âmedicalâ examination made her heart stutter in her chest as the gag in her mouth held back her desperate pleas.
His hands were gloved, the digits long and thin as they pinched and groped at her body â sizing her up like a fresh slab of meat, like cattle at a market. He paid particular attention to her tits and plucked at her nipples until they were aching and reddened as she trembled in place.
âLovely tits, donât you think?â Roman interrupted, palming his cock through his slacks as he pulled a fresh cigar from his inner pocket, quickly lighting it up as he watched Crane with a cruel expression.
âQuite the specimen,â Crane agreed and Violetâs body stiffened in place as his thin fingers dropped from her tits to thrust unceremoniously up her sex, the two fingers feeling rough and extremely uncomfortable given her lack of preparation. âReceptive and responsive too,â he continued as his fingers pumped within her cunt for a few moments before pulling out just as roughly.
Craneâs fingers, the same ones which had just been within her, gripped at Violetâs chin as he forced her to meet his gaze.
âDo you think we should allow her to choose?â
âNah, fuck her. Use the cable,â Roman replied, blowing out a thick puff of smoke as Violet thrashed against her restraints at the words.
The cable was a thin piece of wire, folded over on itself to create a loop which stung like hell as it tore into the skin of its victim and Violet had only experiences it once, the day after she arrived, as Roman â in his own words â gave her a taste of her life to come.
Seeing the cable in Craneâs hand as he picked it up from the table which housed all of Romanâs toys, Violet sobbed as he approached â stuttered pleas for mercy falling onto deaf ears as Crane paused for a second to drink in her misery before beginning her punishment.
The swish of the folded cable registered for only a moment before pain exploded across her thighs and she cried out, the sting of the wire red hot against her exposed skin. With no time to recover, she screamed as the cable struck again and her ankles pulled against the unforgiving restraints.
Miserable, Violetâs own sobs almost choked her as she thrashed against the cross. Crane was meticulous in his work, painting everything from her thighs to her tits and stomach with his swings â the exertion making him pant as he shifted his body to achieve new angles and reach new skin. Fire flashed across her skin, every targeted area an inferno of agony and heat as the thin wire instantly welted her flesh. Lost in the unyielding sensation, at one point she swore she felt something wet trickly down her leg and she knew the skin there had broken under the assault.
Crane stopped eventually and Violet fell weakly against her restraints, her body limp and roaring with agony as she observed her welted flesh through teary eyes. Her body hadnât been whipped in some time, enough for all the previous marks to have fully healed up, and the fresh skin bore the brunt of her punishment without mercy.
Loose against her restraints as her body wavered on the edge of consciousness, Violet didnât have long to wait though, as Roman moved quickly.
His hands were firm as they ripped the restraints free of her wrists and ankles, his nails clawing into his skin as he pinned her skin in place to get the metal free. Now free, Violet dropped to the floor with a solid thud but any attempt to scramble away from their punishments was impossible as Roman immediately fell on her like a rabid dog.
Violet shuddered as he entered her, his cock immediately sinking deep into her cunt without any care for her comfort. It hurt, his rough fucking almost like he was trying to drive her though the floor as he took the opportunity to grip her hips so hard that she knew the skin there would be bruised. It was just another humiliation and the chill of the ground was welcomed against her heated face as she slammed her eyes shut and held as still as she could.
Her face pressed against the floor, Violet could only endure as Roman brutally fucked away at her stinging sex, his every thrust igniting fresh heat in the whip marks which littered her body as her skin was dragged across the cold flooring.
âYou want some sloppy seconds, Dr?â Roman snarled as he plunged his cock without mercy. âOr you could fuck her ass if you want? She wonât mind.â
âAs tempting as your offer is, I will decline at this moment.â
Thankful, Violet turned her eyes far enough to catch Craneâs face but any hope that he was a better man than the monster fucking her was snuffed out in an instant as she took in the tent of his groin and the amusement in his gaze as he watched her suffer.
With a stuttering groan, Roman came and Violet shuddered as she felt the heat of his release filling her while he scored his nails across her welted skin. Anything to cause her more discomfort as she whimpered and squealed under his punishing hands and cock. But he pulled free just as quickly as he had entered her and she groaned in discomfort as she took in the ache of her sex and the stinging heat of her whipped skin.
Violet lay out on the floor, unable to move and much too afraid to even attempt it and her eyes slammed shut as she heard the steady movement of feet and the zip of Romanâs fly as he tucked his stained cock away.
âYâknow, if she wasnât such a tight fuck, Iâd probably have sold her off to Valentin or some other freak for her disobedience. Sheâs one lucky cunt and I donât even think she appreciates it.â
âSpare the rod, spoil the child, Mr Sionis.â Violet heard Crane agree. âI think youâre more that capable of correcting her behaviours and I am always delighted to offer my services.â
âSpeaking of which, I know youâve still got to get your cock wet so letâs get going.â
Two pairs of hands wrapped around her quivering body and Violet screamed in surprise as both men pulled her to her feet and slammed her against the cross which she had only just been released from. The wood was rough against her back and Violet only tried to struggle once against the hands, a movement which was immediately put to rest by Romanâs gloved hand as it cracked hard against her jaw â sending her head ricocheting to the side as she howled in pain.
Violet felt the cold metal of the shackles as they once again fully restrained her to the cross. Her sore pussy continued to leak Romanâs release and it spread messily across her thighs as she writhed in place against the wood. She had been punished and her skin bore the brunt of those marks, not to mention the aches which littered her face due to the various blows which Roman had previously delivered.
âPl-please let me go?â She asked once more â knowing the words were meaningless to both men but being unable to help herself as Roman stepped back from her position. âPlease? I won't run, won't be bad again.â
At her request, Roman laughed and the cruelty in his voice made her heart drop into her stomach.
âLet you go? Oh, you are one stupid whore. More stupid than I thought,â Roman chastised as he drummed his gloved fingers along the wooden table which housed his various tools of torment and toys. âYou think a little light whipping and a good fuck are all the punishment youâre getting? Dumb cunt.â
Throwing up a casual thumb which indicated off to the side, Roman smirked viciously and Violet followed his direction to find Crane standing with an equally sadistic expression. Eyeing up the small pot of thin needles which Crane held within his hands with utter horror, Violet screamed and screamed until her lungs started to burn as she understood that far from being over, her time with both men had barely begun.
#roman sionis#jonathan crane#black mask#scarecrow#dc comics#black mask x reader#scarecrow x reader#gotham rogues#batman villains#dr jonathan crane
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Time always held some mysteries, even for the people who claimed to have mastered it. How time could move so incredibly slowly and fast at the same time, for example, when your hearts were beating faster than they should be, in the endless struggle of whether you wanted the enemy to get you now, once and for all, or if you wanted to live and run. THE DOOR OPENED, and it felt as though it was doing so in a slowed down way; could see it moving inch by inch, even if it was just one smooth motion, until the heavy door raised to open up to a marble-plated corridor. Of course. Time Lord design. He hadnât taken in much of his surroundings when he had been brought in; his senses dulled and his words focusing only on the audacity the Time Lords had to kidnap him like this! He could admit it had been foolish, now, because he was depended on Romana now. And if she decided to betray him?
â Oh the thought didnât come easy, and it felt wrong â felt disgusting as if it had just been planted in his head and didnât come from his own mind. HE HAD PLACED HIS LIVES IN HER HANDS, and not for the first time. Despite everything between them and everything Romana stood for now⌠She would never betray him, would she? She detested the Dalek just as much as he did, and would never form an alliance to get to him. Or was this all a mind game?
So little time until the door opened and the atrocious voice of the Dalek could be heard, but his mind came up with more conspiracies as paranoia had grabbed his hearts. Perhaps this was just all part of a plan? NO. He couldnât believe it. Romanaâs voice had been sincere and while the name had never left her lips, she wouldnât have brought up Leela if this was just a plan. Not Leela. Not after everything⌠And he only knew half of it, didnât he? So many questions left to ask.
He blinked as the Dalek blew up â the dying scream ringing in his ears, but no mercy moving in his hearts. Not for Daleks. AND THERE HE HAD HIS ANSWER. Using a staser against a Dalek seemed to be compatible with his morals. Wiping them all from existence was, too. And he had to face his regrets for a single moment. Lucie. Every life touched and destroyed by them. What if he could still bring change?
âYou and I know that diplomacy isnât a word the Daleks know.â A cold tone to his words; eyes wandering to the scorched, dark spots that once had been the guards waiting at the door. He felt pity for them, even if they only had been copies â cheaply printed footsoldiers in the war. They hadnât deserved this, even if it had been their destiny the moment the biodata had been put into the loom. Destined for death.
Blue eyes wandered to the destroyed casing; it allowed a look inside and while the organic creature had been destroyed with the blast as well, he couldnât help think the same about their enemy. Destined to die. He could have fulfilled this so many faces agoâŚ
And finally, his eyes also rested on the rifle left next to a black mark on the light ground. Not Romanaâs prompting â her words faint in the background â but his own choice. Thinking on the spot as time was running against them now. First so slow and now speeding up as the screaming commands of more and more Daleks came closer to them. HIS OWN CHOICE. One made quickly, while his shoulders became heavier and heavier with the weight of the decision. No right choices to make.
TIME WAS STILL RUNNING and while it seemed like an eternity to himself until his fingers curled around the handle of the weapon and picked it up, only the blink of an eye had gone by. The weight of his shoulders matched in the weight of the gun in his hands. Or vice versa. Heavy was the hand that held the gun.
âYou better lead the way then. I really hope they havenât maltreated my TARDIS! â We need to get away from here, and I doubt a battle TARDIS will even make it into the vortex before itâs traced and destroyed.â Less talking, more action. A few steps taking without Romana, even if this was contradicting his own words. Contradicting himself felt like something he would do â in contrast to the loaded rifle held tightly, READY TO BE USED.
were these gray steel halls a place for honesty, for truth without embellishment, for raw emotion expressed unprovoked without an intent behind her tears, romana would run too. turn on her heels & let gallifrey burn like it always meant to. her home never gave her the right to save it, to guide her people to a new dawn for a stagnant, wretched civilization. a brighter future, observation not as cold categorization of fact, but as empathy, as warmth offered to an unkind universe by the people who molded time & space to ensure their power. did the time lords ever deserve to rule? could she have ever convinced them to covet & care for a cosmos they have painted? is she not the one whose brush strokes color the stars in their image?
the sash, the rod, the key, entrusted upon her were not as tools but as chains to the antithesis of progress. romana understands the doctor more than he knows, his thoughts echo in the air. muffled & malformed by war but discernable enough & that conflict within him, that rage, a fight between purpose & cowardice, was a battle she had felt for centuries now. she thinks of leela, of andred's betrayal & death & her decision to turn her back on gallifrey, of how romana pleaded for her to stay at her side & how it cost leela everything, her eyesight, her memories. the warrior's death she dreamed off replaced by age & decay that even gallifrey couldn't hinder forever. decades of life turned to centuries that still ended the same way.
she thinks of leela's hands around her own, a knight showing her queen how to wield a weapon in battle, â don't worry, i had a very good teacher. â she says, all cool nonchalance, but her voice trembles. this was the last gift leela ever imparted, her violence, her wrath, it lives in her now. romana readies the staser with both hands, eyes trained on the door & for a moment, her mind flashes back to zanak, to the first man she ever killed & how empty it felt. pointless. whatever lies beyond will die by her hand & it won't bring her peace, won't calm the storm within her soul, just one more dead dalek out of trillions all built for the same purpose. like her soldiers, her people turned into their enemy, all to kill & destroy in a war without end.
as the door raises the familiar marble plating comes into view, the two guards posted outside now burnt corpses on the floor, & soon that eyestalk meets her eyes, romana doesn't flinch when it screams, â HALT! THIS STATION IS UNDER DALEK CONTROL! YOU WILL LOWER YOUR WEAPON, YOU ARE NOW PRISONERS OF THE DALEKS! â it pauses, she groans in response, one note as ever. â SCANNING BIODATA IMPRINT. â its body turns fully to face them with the gun-stick as its voicebox distorts with the scan, it takes a moment to asses & if she didn't know any better, she could see a flicker of worry in the blue light of its single eye.
â YOU ARE DESIGNATED UNIT ONE ONE⸺ â she doesn't let it finish, her staser is more than the ceremonial weapon of a chancellery guard & one trigger pull is enough to instantly blow the dalek's casing apart. as it yells its death rattle its brethren further down the halls join a cacophony of alerts, she can hear them coming down one corridor in a straight line & she turns back to the doctor, lowering her gun.
â so much for diplomacy. â her previous self would resign to a sense of defeat, she would have tried to talk even to the daleks, begged on her knees for her captors to see sense. what a waste of breath. â these stations are hard to navigate for the daleks by design, the walls are reinforced too, if we go down the right we should be able to reach the bay without too much opposition. â her arms motion to the one of the corpses, the blast burnt his flesh but his rifle was intact.
â don't suppose you feel like covering my blind spots? â
#[eight; verse two] ĘÉŞá´
ɪɴɢ ŇĘá´á´ á´Ęá´ ĘɪɢĘá´; sá´á´ĘÉŞŇÉŞá´ÉŞÉ´É˘ É´á´á´Ęɪɴɢ [running from the war]#triple1st
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I'm so freaking frustrated.
I wanted to enjoy my dinner in peace, play a little sims, watch some tv, relax!! Because I've been working on homework and trying to get stuff done!!!
and then my dad starts badgering me about the cats litter box even though I'm the only one who does it consistently. I do what I'm asked to do!!! and then we get on this whole convo about how our cat might need to go to the vet and being accused of wrongfully giving him wetfood after hes gotten sick even though thats actually the right thing to do because it keeps his liquids up because thats a cats preferred source of hydration!!!
and then after all that and after very clearly hearing that I am upset and stressed he asked me to do the dishes!! as if that would help????? yes i know the dishes need to get done but there are what, 4 other very capable individuals in the house who can do it???
If others can say no to doing chores when they are grumpy or tired or sad or mad or whatever then I get to too!!
I just wanted a solid 20 minutes to watch an episode and relax before having to do homework again and now im pissed the hell off and would much rather break a dish than clean any.
My dad doesn't understand that doing the dishes in this household takes so much of my energy that I'd much rather run a fucking marathon than do them. Dishes hurts my legs, back, feet, hands, and wrists, like hell do I want to stand there doing them! If there was a more accessible way to do them, then sure, I'd do it, but in this household it feels like anything any of us try to do that's considered accessible is deemed either laziness or selfishness by him.
He doesn't understand any of us when it comes to our disabilities. He doesn't understand that even though I don't complain all the time like my sibling does, I have chronic fatigue, chronic pain, and I live through it while my doctor just says "oh its probably just bc ur fat" or some bullshit like that. I'm so done. So done!!!
I want it to be the future already. The future where I live in my own little space and can do whatever the fuck I please, where I dont have to constantly clean up after 6 people who don't know how to pick up after themselves and 2 cats.
I got in fucking trouble TWICE earlier for leaving a fucking can out. A. CAN. specifically a can of wet food for the cats bc I had fed them and accidentally left it on the counter. Meanwhile everyone else leaves bowls of cereal and cups of milk to go rancid on the table. Crumbs left all over the floor. Drop some food? Oh no worries it'll just stay on the floor for the next however many months until parents decide to have adult company over. I'm jiust so extremely frustrated about it all and trying to teach myself that I can say no, that its literally okay for me to say "no im not going to do that" is okay because fuck it, theres no consequences! what are they gonna do, kick me out? stop paying for my phone bill? Stop paying for my college? No, they would never, they care too much. And so do I. So I do whatever the fuck I can to survive. Surviving college, surviving this damned house, surviving surviving surviving.
#rant#vent#angry rant#angry vent#anger#yelling#family problems#long post#angry caps lock#caps lock#angry ranting#tommyđĽ#xavierđ#coleđĽž#im in pain#i dont want to do this anymore#starshine if you see this sorry if i worry you#i dont mean to#i just need a place to scream my thoughts#because it all just hurts#i have so much anger for everything going on right now.#and no where to put it.
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Till has to have known Ivan had a crush on him right. He's not that oblivious. He didn't think Ivan was trying just to bro it out with him like bros do right. He didn't think they were just pals palling around. He didn't think that his very much straight friend Ivan was just asking for a kissy right.
I feel like this Alien Stage Friday post is going to come back to haunt us later
THIS ALIEN STAGE FRIDAY IS GONNA HAUNT ME FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!1!!
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Honestly, I donât know WHAT is rattling around in Tillâs skull.
He may not know that Ivan likes him in the same way that he likes Mizi, but I hope he doesnât think this is average bro behavior đ
Kissing your guy friends isnât just âguys being dudesâ Till! Thatâs guys being gay!! (Or bisexual, at the very least)
And also, what the FUCK Ivan?!?
You think the guy who considered KISSING YOU as a BIRTHDAY PRESENT doesnât care about you AT ALL????? đ¤¨
Till wasnât in Anakt Garden chatting it up with fucking Acorn like âYeah bro whenâs your birthday? Iâll kiss you on the mouth as a gift, no tongue tho.â ITâS JUST YOU.
If any other guy even thought about asking Till to kiss them, he would probably punch their lights out. Actually, Iâm surprised he didnât punch YOUR lights out!!
But the fact that he didnât means SOMETHING!!!
You think Till wouldnât be TRAUMATIZED over you SACRIFICING YOURSELF FOR HIM after KISSING HIM LIKE YOU ASKED FOR YEARS AGO?????????? LIKE HEâS NOT GONNA REMEMBER THAT SHIT?????????
#they make me SICK#i hate them (iâm unfortunately lying)#this completely recontextualizes round 6 in a way i was not prepared for#iâve taken so much psychic damage at this point#i need to be heavily sedated for the next 72 hours#sorry if this is all over the place#iâm word vomiting all of the thoughts trapped in my brain right now#also sorry for so much caps lock#just imagine me screaming those words for emphasis#alien stage#alnst#alien stage friday#alnst friday#alien stage ivan#alnst ivan#alien stage till#alnst till#alien stage ivantill#alnst ivantill#ivantill#and you donât have to squint this time#ivanttakethis shut up about ivan challenge: impossible#ivanttakethis answers#ivanttakethis talks too much
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