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luvmist · 9 days ago

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I WONT SAY (IM IN LOVE) 1 · جونغكوك

‘no man is worth the aggravation, that’s ancient history been there, done that!’ oh but who do you think you’re kidding?

wc: 9,126

pairing: fem reader x hero jeon jeongguk

genre: smut, romance, angst, humour, drama, hercules au, fantasy au, grumpy x sunshine, forbidden romance

warnings: v self indulgent fic based on my fav song of all time.

an: my debut is here, how daunting. sm stuff in the works but i decided to just bite the bullet + start posting in hopes to gain some traction. so hi guys, im nani and im new to writing. gen hope u enjoy cuz putting myself out there is insanely scary. much more 2 come unless this flops in which case i will be crawling back into the hole from which i came. pls reblog if ud like. and pls leave some constructive criticism, ive never written before lol. srry if this is ass. still finding my rhythm as a writer.

“get off me you salivating little salamander!” you screamed, nessus’ hands wrapped tight around your waist as you thrashed about in his determined grip.

“oh, cmon, sweetheart. all i want is a little kiss” his disgustingly gravelly voice turns even more sinister, “besides. who was it wanting a favour, huh?” his hands squeeze your torso even tighter as he leans in. “cut it out, fish-lips.” you snap back, fingers clawing at his enormous arms. his laughter boomed across the swamp, raising you higher in the air. “oh i like ‘em firey!” he laughed with ecstatic perversion. you struggled against his hold, contorting your face in utter disgust at his proximity.

“now, now. let’s play fair. ill make nice with your boss, if you make nice with me.” he grinned.

“keep your mangy mouth away from mine—“ you began, kicking at his chest. but the brute persisted anyway, pulling you down towards him until you could feel his rancid breath fanning over your face. you shuddered.

“drop her.” said a sudden voice.

nessus halted his actions, holding you mid-air as both he and you turn your heads simultaneously.

the voice belonged to a man, a tall, lean man. standing proud in the the water below you. you knew who this was, how could you not? you were working for sedah, after all.

jeon jeongguk. athens’ beloved saviour and number one hero — a ‘prodigy of justice plucked from the masses,’ they called him. and, as it so happens. your boss’ life-long obsession and entirely one sided arch-nemesis. you hadn’t had any direct involvement in any of the orchestrated schemes sedah had constructed specifically to kill jeongguk — not that any of them had worked, anyway. but oh yes, you knew who this was. however, nessus seemed not to.

“keep moving, squirt. you’re interrupting my playtime.” scoffed nessus, a cocky smirk now covering his revolting face. he was much, much bigger than jeongguk and clearly was living under the misapprehension that he had the upper hand here. you knew better.

“looks more like a harassment case from where im standing.” answered jeongguk, clenching his jaw.

you didnt have time for this pissing contest, you had work to do. part of that was getting nessus to pledge allegiance to sedahs’ cause in preparation for the uprising. so you decide to interrupt them both, “he’s right, junior. get lost.”

nessus looks at you with the most surprised expression you’ve ever seen on any man’s face in all grecian history, eyebrows raising so high they almost disappear into his nonexistent hairline — this is quickly replaced by deluded smugness.

jeongguk’s face, on the other hand, turns into a portrayal of utter confusion. wonderboy clearly wasn’t used to being turned down. “b-but aren’t you a damsel in distress?” he stammered out, looking up at you with wide doe eyes. cute. you’d never seen him up close before. athens’ number one hero stutters, huh?

“im a damsel” — you struggled against nessus’ grasp again, “im in distress” — you stretched yourself further “i can handle it.” — you looked up at him with a smirk of your own. “have a nice day” you smiled, brushing a strand of wet hair away from your cheek. jeongguk was dumbfounded.

“ha!” spat nessus. you scowled at him. pompous ass. “you heard the lady, pipsqueak. now scram.” he laughed.

jeongguks turned his gaze from you to him, his eyes going from wide genuineness to narrow disdain. “listen here, you overgrown, balding hippogriff. if i see a beleaguered woman i have a responsibility to intervene.”

“what if you see a woman dying of boredom from watching a wimpy male turf war, what then?” you mutter under your breath, your elbow now on nessus’ hands as you rest your cheek into your own palm. jeongguk turns his eyes to you for a split second to furrow his brows in indignant disbelief. as if to say, ‘really?’

you keep your stern eyes on him and answer with a bored nod. as if to say, ‘really.’

unfortunately nessus decides to interject into your silent conversation, “well i dont really see what you can do about either of those scenarios, puny boy.” you raised your eyebrows in mild amusement. who’da thunk nessus had a word as big as ‘scenario’ lurking inside is hollow noggin?

jeongguk however, was not amused.

“did you just. call me. puny.” he gritted out. oh, brother.

it happened fast — jeongguks clenched fist colliding with nessus’ face, sending the colossal monster plummeting back through the swamp at least a hundred yards. having released you from his clutches during, you were falling quickly through the air. but you never hit the water, jeongguk caught you seconds before. strong hands supporting your thighs as you coughed into his chest from the shock. you knew he was strong, inhumanly so — you’d heard the stories of his performances through the nearby city, and knew the reason behind his superstrength, even though he didnt know it himself. but actually seeing it in person, that close, well. it was glorious, and fucking impressive. maybe all those fawning girls at his feet weren’t so laughable, after all. your friends being a few of them. you felt yourself being placed gently on one of the rocks by the swamps aperture.

“gee miss, im really sorry. that was dumb.” he says sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

you pull your wet hair in half to reveal your now recomposed face, “yeah.” you deadpan. another interaction was short-lived, as both of you became privy to the sound of nessus’ hooves furiously galloping back through the water towards you.

jeongguk gave you a shy smile and held up a finger, excusing himself by mouthing ��one minute.’ before turning around.

you furrow your eyebrows in amusement, straining some more murky water out of your locks as you watch the fight.

“now that’s what im talking about, kid! aha!” said a new voice next to you, you turned to your left, a satyr. god. haven’t you dealt with enough bald hoofed men for one day?

you keep your eyes on the fight in front of you, “so wonderboy is actually for real, then.” you say, mostly to yourself. “what are you talkin’ about? a’course, he’s for real!” says the satyr, tone and demeanour becoming suggestive after he gets a better look at you, “and by the way, sweetcheeks, im real too. the names jyp.” he sits his compressed little half-man body onto your lap and puckers up his lips, giving you a racy wink.

“ugh.” you snub, shoving him off into the water.

jeongguk and nessus seemed to be busy still, until jeongguk lands a tremendous punch under nessus’ chin, sending him flying up and away until he was nothing but a blue little blip in the sky. he laughed in triumph and ran his way back up through the bog towards the satyr — or jyp, whatever his name was.

“hell yeah! you see that, j?” celebrated jeongguk, clapping his wet hands and grinning as he shook water out of his sandals.

“alright, reign it in, rookie. you almost slumped it by getting distracted by that gammy doll-face over there.” spat jyp, hoisting himself up and pulling a flapping fish out his horns. that ‘gammy doll-face’ clearly being you, but you paid it no mind. more concerned with your drenched skirts. still, you listened a little further to the conversation happening a few feet away from you. curious about the strange dynamic between jeongguk and the satyr, who seemed to be his…. coach. or at least an authority figure in one way or another. this little imp was lecturing athens’ number one hero. seriously?

“you can get away with mistakes like those in the minor decathlons, but this is the big leagues! we’re in thebes now.” scolded jyp.

“at least i beat him, didnt i?” jeongguk groaned.

“that’s not the point, kid. you stalled. next time dont let your guard down because of a pair of big goo-goo eyes!” jyps’ naked head was so red you could’ve fried an egg on it. he kept at it, droning on about training and rules and a disciplined approach. you stopped listening after that. letting out a sigh, you got yourself off the rock and made your way to river bank, leaning down gather some clean water into your palms. but you couldn’t help but gaze back at jeongguk who was still being reprimanded by the goat. you watch as jeongguks face goes from attentive to distracted and awe-struck as he meets your stare, and suddenly — much to jyps angered indignance — he starts walking towards you. his manner completely dazed. an extreme contrast to his previous confident violence towards the swamp centaur nessus. was he always so gentle outside of combat? either way, his disorientation seemed to be strong given he walked past his pegasus, ignoring the high-five it had held out to him to make his way to you. now both the pegasus and jyp were seething. you stifled a laugh and turned away.

it wasn’t long before you heard his timid voice behind you, “a-are you alright miss—“

“yn. yn ln. and you are?”

“y- uh, well. m-“ he laughs nervously,

“they didnt give you a name with all those rippling pectorals?” you look down at his abs and back up at him.

“h- no! ah, jeongguk! my name is jeongguk. jeon jeongguk” he managed to get out, rubbing his bashful face with his calloused palm.

“i like the name jeongguk” you nod, popping a dimple.

he blushed at that. hard.

“sh- oh, wow. huh. th-ank. uh, ha” he muttered looking down.

“are you always this articulate?” you questioned, raising an eyebrow. what you really wanted to ask was ‘why are you behaving like a crushing schoolgirl when you have every girl in athens at your feet, famous boy?’

“thank you. fuck, i meant to say thank you.” he let out, big bunny teeth biting down on his bottom lip. sweet.

you sit back down and start fiddling with the strap of your dress.

jeongguk clearly didnt want the conversation to end there though, given he was lingering, rocking back and forth on his feet like a toddler about to ask his mummy for a lollipop. “so uh- how, how’d you get mixed up with that pinhead?” he asks, referring to nessus.

you obviously cant tell the truth so you plaster on an unbothered smile and told yet another, plausible and evasive lie. this has become something you’ve had to do several times a day for almost two years now. you were not only good at it, you were accustomed to it. so why the odd twinge of guilt?

“well, you know how men are. they think ‘no’ means ‘yes’ and ‘get lost’ means ‘take me, im yours’,” you answered, and then added “present company included.” for good measure.

he didnt like that.

“i think you mean excluded.” quips jeongguk.

“nope. told you to get lost too, didnt i?”

“w-well, yes.” he starts, embarrassed again, “but i can’t not help if i see someone in need, that’s just who i am.” he states somewhat confidently. his demeanour switches straight back to shy after he’s met with your unimpressed stance, arms folded across your chest.

“that’s alright, shorty—“ you nod your head at jyp, “—can explain the concept of rejection to ya later.”

jyp basically growls at that, glaring up at you.

by the way the sun is sitting in the sky you can already tell you’re late, sedah said not more than an hour to complete the nessus task. you’d wasted enough time already. “well thanks for everything, jeon. its been a real slice.” you give him a mock salute as you turn away.

“wait! can we give you a ride?” asks jeongguk, almost desperately. little sucker wanted you to stick around so badly, and for what?

there was no need to make up an excuse for all that, though. his pegasus snorted before pouncing up into the tree above, neighing at you very matter-of-factly.

“i dont think your pinto likes me very much.” you laugh.

“pff! bam? dont be silly! he’d be more than happy to—“ jeongguk never got to finish that sentence, bam having dropped an apple onto his head before whistling away to himself in faux-innocence as jeongguk rubbed his head.

you actually laughed at that. you might actually like this horse. but you had to get rid of wonderboy, “ill be alright. im a big, tough girl. i tie my own sandals and everything.” you tell him, giving his broad chest a small punch. “bye, bye wonderboy.” you give him one last look, he towered over you with the softest, most entranced expression. “b-bye” he sighed.

you dont turn back as you walk off but you can hear tiny bits of the dialogue between jeongguk and jyp that’s happening —

“woah, she’s something isnt she?” jeongguk, enamoured.

“oh, yeah, yeah. something. a real pain in the patella!” jyp, absolutely livid.

you get too far and the voices die out after that, but you allow yourself a little snicker. shame that wonderboys’ time will be over soon enough once sedah eventually manages to make it happen, cause he’s actually kinda nice. all the same, you cant let yourself dwell. good people die all the time. that’s the way things are. so you fix your face back to indifference and make your way to the part of the forest where the sun doesn’t shine. you have a very painful meeting to get to.

reaching the dark forest you knew he’d be there waiting for you. sedah. your boss, or rather — the man who owns you, and spends every waking moment deriving sick satisfaction from reminding you of that fact. you saw a swirl of smoke, before you saw it morph back into an arm. and there he was, leaning spitefully against a tree.

but his smirk quickly turned into a scowl, “why are you alone?” he barked, “where’s the swamp centaur?”

“i gave it my best shot but he made me an offer i had to refuse.” you state, pursing your lips and looking away.

his smoke swirled again and came flowing from him to your chin, with it he tilted it up and brought your body floating towards him, a habit of his.

“yn, my little flower, my little vixen, my little puppet. what exactly happened here? i thought you were gonna persuade the swamp guardian to join my side for the uprising, and here i am sorta swamp guardianless,” he grumbled, voice dripping with sarcasm and mockery. “so i think instead of subtracting two years from your sentence, im gonna add two on.” he went on, faux-nonchalance encasing his every word. this was his favourite game, giving you impossible tasks and then adding time to your sentence, which was now standing at 36 long years. this came as no shock, given you had spent 2 years under his tyrannical enslavement already and were familiar with his merciless manner.

“you enjoying this, huh, puppet? you know if i didnt know any better, id say you really dont try hard enough to earn your freedom,” — now he was in the mood to taunt you, his temper festering under his fabricated cool exterior — “i mean, as i recall, you did sell me your soul so willingly. oh, how sweetly you begged me. all to save your poor boyfriends life. and how’d that go again, im a little fuzzy on the details, remind me? no? no matter. i think i remember, ah yes,”

“enough.” you interrupt, not wanting painful reminders of your shadowed past and your ex lovers’ betrayal which got you into this predicament in the first place.

“look it wasn’t my fault, ok? it was your wonderboy hercules.” you defended. this seemed to get his attention.

dropping you from his smoke he stood, eyes fixed, mouth open, sharp teeth almost chattering in outrage.

“he’s here? in thebes now? that little mutt left athens and now he’s trying to become the number one hero in the country!”

“seems so. fighting crime, that’s for sure. guess he’s putting your plan in action before you could.”

sedah takes a moment to compose himself. “well, well then. i guess we’ll have to speed up his elimination process—“

“the one you’ve been trying to get done since he started?” you interrupt, taking your own turn to taunt.

sedah’s scowl was chilling. “yes, the very one. but this time we have him in the city. and ill be there to supervise, so todays the day we correct this egregious complication. instead of relying on my inefficient connections in athens.”

“you won’t beat him easily, sedah. boys a hunk.”

“i’ve heard the stories.”

“they dont do him justice. i saw it in action myself, today.”

“yn, yn, yn. now, don’t tell me you’re sweet on him?”

“dont be daft. he sauntered about with his innocent farm boy act but i could see through that in a minute.”

sedah was clever, but he was also ill-tempered and impulsive. he wasn’t heeding your warnings, more preoccupied with his malicious teasing. but you were telling the truth. the poison potion pain and panic — sedahs henchmen, had bottled jeongguk with when he was only a baby, the one that backfired and gave him godly strength — it was beyond anything you’d ever imagined. no matter how wild and exaggerated you had allowed your visions to go when you’d heard the tales. truly, they didn’t come close.

“i have something no mortal man can withstand up my sleeve,” sedah promised, “and this time. no foul-ups.”

the city of thebes. bustling, grimey and downright unsalvegable. nicknamed the city of turmoil. you made your way to the city center, your orders were simple. find jeongguk, lure him to the gorge. upon his last breath, you’d be free.

you only had to look for the biggest crowd of doting fans and there he was, right in the middle. in his element. charming smile adorning his feautures as he greeted and grinned, shaking hands and signing urns. letting little boys sit on bams’ back and doing reps with young, giggling women as they hung from his bicep. must be nice to be so loveable, you thought for a second. then you quickly swatted that away. remembering what people are, and how little their love truly means.

you gasped a few times, and ran a hand through your hair, trying to make yourself look breathy and tired from the running you hadn’t done. its go time.

when you were within range you quickened your pace and started shouting, “help! help! somebody, please help!”

his head turned instantly. eyes morphing into crazed worry and recognition. “yn!” he yelled, jogging to meet you halfway. so the little chuck remembered your name and everything. you almost felt bad, here he was gripping your arms with all the care and attention in the world, unbeknownst to the fact that you were leading him straight to his death.

“oh, jeongguk! thank god. you have to help me,” you exclaim, putting on your best desperate expression.

“yn? what is it, what’s wrong?” he demands, big hands coming to hold your waist as you pretended to feel faint.

“there’s been a terrible accident! right across town, two little boys they were playing in the gorge. there was this rockslide, a terrible rockslide. they’re trapped!” you rush out, panicking as best you could.

it was like a switch went off, his eyes narrowed, his shoulders stiffened. the same switch you had seen in the swamp. “im on it,” he said, the crowd around gushing praises and anecdotes of his bravery, everyone dashing in the direction of the gorge. the citizens of thebes clearly giddy with anticipation to see jeongguks heroic performance for the first time. he was moving fast too, about to climb onto bam who’d doubtlessly have him by the gorge in a matter of seconds. but he broke his focus, for the tiniest of moments, turned his head back to you, softened his gaze into the most tender look you’d ever seen any human give another. he whispered “its good to see you.” giving your cheek a small peck. you didnt have time to process or react, before you could so much as open your mouth, he had mounted bam and was off and away. civilians chasing after him on foot on their way to the gorge.

you were left in the center, alone. with nothing but silence and a heavy heart. you’re doing this for your freedom. you told yourself. but your hard heart softened regardless, you stood and looked at the fountain. you allowed yourself a true moment of atonement. you had just played a major role in ridding the nation of a hero, from his warm, giving hands you were placing everyone into the claws of an evil man, who’s reign will bespeak an eon of terror. you stare at your reflection in the fountain. you touch the part of your cheek he kissed and allowed a single tear to flow down your face. “im free,” you murmured. “its over, now. im free.”

that night you slept in your own bed, not returning to sedahs’ crypt. it was a tiny, rented shack in the woods. but your own nonetheless. you heard the rain pitter-pattering outside the window before you opened your eyes. so thick with sleep, you couldn’t understand why you had woken up so early given your exhaustion, the rain surely wasn’t loud enough for that. you waited a second more and you heard something else, a rapping against your door. an intentional, conscious action. ah. rubbing your eyes you rose and made your way to answer it, must be the neighbours. but before you could reach for the doorknob the rapping halted abruptly, and something was slipped under the door. you picked it up, a copy of this mornings paper.

your eyes widened in disbelief. no. it cant be, its impossible! the dragon had regenerating heads, for fucks sake!

but yes, there it was. clear as day. an article on jeongguks monumental success yesterday in the gorge. he was alive, your heart began to race, thundering against your ribcage. he was alive. he won. he made it. you turned the paper over, there in black, scratchy handwriting was the aftermath of the news you were stunned to hear —

“BOYS ALIVE. DEALS OFF, BABE. MEET ME IN MY LAIR IN A HALF-HOUR, AND MAKE HASTE. IVE GOT A NEW PLAN.”

you gripped the paper so hard your nails dug through it. no. this wasn’t the deal, you’d done your part. you got him to the gorge, didn’t you? this couldn’t be happening. you were back in sedahs slimey possession after not even a day. you fell to your knees and wept, but only for a time. you hadn’t long to pull on your frock and meet him. you knew better than to be defiant, sedahs temper was especially supple after a defeat. you had a sickly feeling dancing about inside you. what could he possibly want from you now?

“so, what’s the plan?” you muttered in disinterest, staring hard at the rain pouring outside.

“yn, yn. my mangy little muttercup, always so……aloof,” taunted sedah.

you found your jaw jerking on its own from impatience, vexation and strong homicidal desire. your back was turned, facing the window you kept your eyes trained steady on the trees, the droplets of former rain slipping down the leaves. arms crossed, and very still.

“would’ya look at me,” he taunts again, “would’ya?” the sly, conniving, smirk in his voice was so evident it made you heave dryly before you turned around.

“there’s my girl!” he slams his hands against the desk. black, beady eyes sparkling with scorn.

“did you or did you not call me here to go over the plan?” you huffed.

“so serious. always so, so. serious.” sedah kicks his feet up onto his desk and stretches, hands behind his head. sick. fucking, smirk. widening. “loosen up, my lugubriousness! todays the first say of the rest of our lives. well, my life.” chuffed, he was.

you kept your face very still.

“alright fine, fine, i get it, tutz. we’ll get to it.” he takes his feet of the table and leans forward.

“you wanna start by giving me the outline?” you jabbed,

“the outline? babycakes, you don’t take jeon jeongguk down with an outline! don’t be demented. what i have is a masterplan.” every spiked tooth showed in his dark mouth.

“god, you’re obsessed.”

“with taking my place as greece’s mogul and ridding the world of a do-gooding toddler with a sleeve of tattoos? you bet i am.”

“well? what’s this masterplan then?”

sedah stands, in a few short strides right in front of you, but he doesn’t speak immediately. instead, he begins pacing. slowly, around you — like a shark circling its prey. you hold your breath.

you can tell he’s in the mood to vent, and he does just that: “you know, i know, i mean, let’s face it, we all know its been a long time comin’ it has. meddling, magnifying, manipulating, maximising! ha! but todays the day. see now, i was sulking last night — after he tore out my dragons heart that is, then this morning when the grecian paper published that preposterous article claiming jeon jeongguk to be the best hero our century has ever seen. and in my festering heart i saw the reality of it all, we dont need another monster, or another scheme. we just need to find his weakness. i mean, i’ve been going about it all wrong. silly of me, really.”

“none of this has anything to do with me, sedah.” you retort.

“see now, that’s where you’re wrong, puppet. you know i was gonna let you off the hook, really i was. til panic let me in one a little secret i deem irrefutably useful.

“yeah, what’s that?” you snapped.

“your little act last night in the square — dazzling exhibition, by the way — and the itsy bitsy kiss our loverboy left on your little cheek.”

your mouth fell open. shit. panic had seen that?

“holding out on me, are we? you could’ve told me wonderboy melts for you, but you didn’t. why’s that?” sedah was seething, he wrapped a hand around your throat and got closer.

he leaned right into your ear, “enough curveballs. he seems to be immune to them, now, we’re gonna throw the right set of curves at him.” his hand glided down to your hips and you tried to calm your erratic breathing. you could tell he was smiling despite the fact that your eyes were closed and he was standing behind you.

“this wasn’t the deal!” you sputtered, “you have no claim on me anymore. you said if i lead him to the gorge you’d free me,” tears threatened to break free from your eyes.

he tightened his grip of your throat, “did i, sweetheart? or did i say your freedom would come with jeongguks last breath?” you felt your stomach drop. “fellas still breathing.” he released your neck. you gasped, frantically bringing your hands to your aching throat.

“get me that weakness, yn.”

jeongguk was distracted, to say the least. he was missing his shots during training, chewing his lunch with his mouth open and found staring at nothing in particular repeatedly. his mind was full of you. he just couldn’t help it. you were so pretty. so pretty and so guarded. but why? what was hiding behind those big, brown eyes that seemed to be glossed over in a shield of your own making. he found himself missing you, so badly he couldn’t focus. every ounce of mental energy zeroing-in on trying with all his might to replicate your voice in his head perfectly, just so he could hear it again. having been a hero for a good couple of months now after leaving his home-town, he’d met plenty of girls, and after spending the entirety of his childhood and adolescence as the outcast no one wanted to talk to yeah, he allowed himself the indulgence of being with a few, now that he could. but woah, he’d never felt like this. since the minute he’d seen you in that swamp its like his every emotion and thought depended on you. he wanted you. craved you. needed to know everything that was lurking behind that flippant facade. then he thought he’d never see you again, until you showed up in the square. you, that violet frock. those dark locks, cascading down your back. you looked so scared, so needy. so beautiful. entirely disparate to the disposition you’d had only hours prior. and in that moment the only thing that mattered in the world to him was fixing whatever was making you feel that way. then he had the kids in the gorge to tend to, he knew he had to go. this is what he did, and they needed him. but god, how he wanted to stay with you then. feel your skin and hold you close. he told himself he’d see you when he was done. surely, you’d come to the gorge to watch like every other civilian. but if you did, he couldn’t find you after, no matter how much he looked — which was no easy feat given he was surrounded by the masses celebrating him and dragging him from one feast to the next which he tried to politely excuse himself from with little success. where were you? hours went by. he went back to the fountain in the city center and stared at the water for a while. he didn’t know why. just hoping you’d show. why didn’t you come? didn’t you want to see him after he defeated the dragon and saved the two little boys from the boulder? did you stay to watch and then leave after? how could you leave, was he not clear? did you think he kissed every girl he’d met briefly in passing just once before on the cheek? he meant it as a demonstration, he hoped you’d understand. he was reaching for you, putting the ball in your court. but maybe he was kidding himself. maybe there was no court, maybe you didn’t care enough for there to be one. plausibile, you were basically strangers. and you were a withdrawn, detached, gorgeous one.

yeah, you probably didn’t care. didn’t like him. didn’t think of him. didn’t feel anything when you looked at him at all. he cant recall a single moment of his first interaction with you where you displayed any emotion other than brazen boredom. that’s why the second time meant so much more to him, because you were animated, actually displaying some kind of sentiment. there was a strange tugging in jeongguks subconscious that told him the display had something disingenuous about it, but he pushed that thought away. jeongguk believed people, that’s who he was. he trusted and had faith in others. jeongguk didn’t have much experience with feelings, or women — but how was it possible that you possessed his every waking thought and you could feel nothing at all for him? he couldn’t bring himself to believe it. he knew, rationally, that he should��. but he couldn’t. jeongguk thinks he’d give anything to see you again, even if it was just for a minute. as badly as he wanted you in every way imaginable, he’d settle for a sixty a second interaction in which you insult him again like you did last time. jeongguk thinks of your silhouette, the way it moves — cautious, poised and casual all at once. its like you had built a cast around yourself, enclosing your true essence in relaxed exchanges. what were you hiding? he found himself thinking of you as a treasure chest pretending to be an open book. dismissing anyone who got near with your natural, informalities. but my god, you made him nervous. when you were around it waslike the air around him twisted itself around his lungs when he inhaled. like something was clenching his heart, hard enough to draw blood from the muscle. and he was better for it, happier for it. giddy and tense, his body was weightless and immobilised all at once. and his cheeks hurt like hell from the sheer level of smiling he couldn’t seem to stop doing. even when you caught him out, made fun of him. and when bam dropped that apple on his head and you laughed for the first time, a real laugh. true and girlishy sweet. yet another small smile creeps onto his face. smart mouth. smart girl. pretty girl. pretty girl with a smart mouth he wants to smother with his own lest he—

“oi. earth to jeon. earth to jeon!” yelled jyp waving his little hands and stomping his hooves.

“huh, what?” jeongguk seemed to be snagged out of his trance.

“what is the matta’ with you, kid? d’you hear anythin’ i just said?”

“uh, yeah. fff… yeah.”

jyp rolled his eyes, “at one ya got a meeting with king aegues. he’s got a problem with his stables. at two, ya gotta get a girdle from some amazons, at two thirty ya got—“

“alright, alright. i get the picture. full day, same shit.”

“well that doesn’t exactly sound like the attitude i was lookin’ for, dummy. wasgoin’ on with you, anyway?”

“nothing.” muttered jeongguk, letting his arms go limp.

jyp narrowed his eyes and let that sit a moment, then he was laughing.

“hah? what’s so funny?” jeongguk let a slight, confused smile break out on his face.

“you’re thinkin’ of someone with long eyelashes,”

“what!”

“oh yeah, yeah yeah, kid. dont deny it. blushin,’ gushin,’ barley eatin.’ i seen this before. hell, i been there myself more than a few times. its a girl, huh?” jyp couldn’t hide his amusement, “which one?”

“there’s no girl.”

“oh, sure, sure. and im six feet tall.”

“shut up.”

“not so friendly, huh? you must really like her.”

“what do i have at three?”

“defensive and evasive. you’re in love, chum.”

“whatever.”

they go over the schedule, sign some urns and then jyp takes begins to his leave — jeongguk has an hour or so of down time before his day gets busy. but just as he was about to let him get to it jeongguk stops him,

“hey, j?”

he turns around, “yeah, kid?”

“how do you know if you’re in love or not?”

“you just know, champ.”

your hands were shaking, your breath was shallow. you were beyond nervous, you had past the brink of nerves and fallen headlong into trepidation. to make matters worse, you couldn’t figure out why.

why had you become this jittering mess? all the high-strung tension of total defeat that had poisoned your blood-stream so long ago, the very same wounds you had absolved yourself of by giving up on the idea that change was possible, that good could come from others — the wounds you thought you had silenced from accepting that fact, the ones you thought you had ended, well, they seemed to be alive and well. flailing inside you erratically, and what’s more, is that they seemed to be completely outraged. but why now? this wasn’t your first rodeo, you had completed an innumerable amount of tasks for sedah, many of which involved utilising your skills of seductive flirtation to beckon men into divulging comprising and incriminating information. you knew how to make a man vulnerable, how to open him up and have him bare himself to you raw, all while remaining coy and inclosed within your own protection. many of these tasks had resulted in the death and demise of innocent men, and you’d trained yourself to exhaustion to forget self-sacrificial tendencies and ideations, and do what you must to earn your freedom. after all, self-sacrifice and the deluded misapprehension you used to live under, that any good could come from putting anything — or, anyone — ahead of yourself was the very reason you had sold your soul to sedah in the first place. the very reason for torturous incarceration which seemed to have no end whatsoever. you thought of jeongguk, just for a minute you let yourself wonder about those big, pure eyes. like a puppy.

like something you could never bring yourself to loathe or resent. but you must. you must or you’ll find yourself gasping for breath under sedah’s oppression forevermore. tomorrow was day one, day one of the task, day one of the nine days sedah had granted you to complete your mission. nine days, you had nine sunsets to get close to jeongguk, find his weakness, thereby allowing sedah to end his life, and issue his uprising on the tenth sunrise. you remembered his words now, clear as glass,

“by the last light on the ninth sunset, should jeongguk still be breathing,”

“you’ll make my sentence permanent, i know.”

“oh no, puppet. you won’t just be my slave for the rest of your days. ill kill you.”

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Just Can't Hack It Pt.2

Pt.1

Request: so this is part two to a story. The original request was reader dealing with substance use. I had a few folks wanting another part and I was feeling inspired to add a second part so I did!

Pairings: Leighton Murray x female reader

Warnings: TW!!! I would say this one is more triggering than the first. Mentions of opioid use, accidental overdose, use of narcan/naloxone, difficult discussions around the topic of addiction, needles. This is a super heavy story. Read with caution, take a step back if it's not for you. I have many other stories you can check out if you want something more light hearted. Nobody dies, but it's a pretty realistic scenario about addiction/loving someone with addiction. Could be triggering in many ways, so please be aware.

Authors Note: here I go again adding more chapters to stories I've been saying imma leave as one shots lol. This story is super depressing, I'm so sorry. If you're into that tho, welcome lol. I apologize for my lack of posting. Ive had a lot of life changes happen recently and my mental health hasn't been the greatest (maybe writing this depressing ass chapter will help). I do want to clarify, I am not a drug user. Just a social worker that reads, does research lol. Thank you all for your patience, thank you so everyone that's read my other work while waiting for me to post again. I love you all. I love you for reading, for sharing opinions and engaging in discussions with me and I love you for existing. I hope you like this next chapter

**if you have any questions regarding Narcan/Naloxone, fentanyl test strips, or anything like that, feel free to reach out**

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You woke up with a loud gasp, some random girl rubbing circles on your sternum. You rushed to sit forward, accidentally shoving her back.

The air was flowing back into your lungs and you felt like you couldn't get it in there quick enough. Your teeth were chattering and you were in that same fucking basement DJ died in.

You grab her wrist with shaky hands and she talked to you calmly, asking you if you were okay and all you could do was shake your head no. Your chest was heaving and it felt like you were inhaling razor blades or something.

What the fuck?

"Sit up slow." She tells you, helping you sit up and you notice her hands are also shaking. "You should probably go to the emergency room." She tells you and you're confused because you don't know why.

"Did something happen?" You ask, your throat dry. You cough to clear it and when you reach forward to grab a cup of whatever off the table, you see an oddly shaped object discarded on the table. You pick it up, your hands still shaking and you run your thumb over the pink 'Narcan' written on the label "Fuck." You whisper to yourself. "Fuck, did...?" You turn your attention to her and she kind of just shrugs.

"I'm not sure honestly. Maybe? But I didn't think it could hurt. You didn't look great, like at all."

You continue to stare down at the small nasal spray, your hands still shaking like never before. You blinked hard a few times, trying to wrap your head around everything.

"I'm so sorry." You apologized to this stranger for most likely traumatizing the fuck out of her.

"Do you have someone to call? You probably need to go to the emergency room." She ignored your apology and something about that made you feel like shit.

"Emergency room? What? That stuff worked. I'm fine." You say, tossing the bottle back onto the table.

"Yeah, but it wears off in like thirty minutes, more or less." She points out.

"Wears off?!" You ask in shock and she nods at you, looking at you like you were stupid.

"And I'm not using my other one on you so I suggest you go." She said with a slight attitude, no longer giving off that friendly vibe she had before. "And maybe get your own for next time, yeah?"

"Fine, Jesus." You say, no longer feeling as indebted to her the more bitchy she got toward you.

You take a few moments to gather yourself, still feeling not the greatest. The girl next to you that potentially saved your life was now injecting something between her toes and if that wasn't enough motivation to get the fuck up and go, you don't know what is.

You grab your things and thank her again. Unsurprisingly, she doesn't say anything back.

Your legs feel weak and shaky. Getting up the stairs and out of the house took way more effort than it should've. You hated this fucking place and you felt disgusting for even coming back.

Your intention was to take an Uber to the emergency room on campus, but when you checked your bank account you were almost certain a ride request wouldn't even go through.

You physically just felt too weak to stand so you sat on the curb, knowing you were going to have to call Leighton and just fucking hated yourself for it.

You pulled out the pills you had taken from your pocket and investigated them. You got them from Liza instead of your normal dealer. She told you they would be exactly the same pills you were used to buying from Angel, just less expensive. Your lack of funds sold you on them immediately. Except now that you actually took the time to study them, you realize they looked nothing like the other ones.

You had no idea what you took.

What you do know is you took two of them at once. It was less than what you normally would've taken. You can't even remember why you decided to only take two instead of your usual four, but clearly sober you was looking out.

Well...semi-sober you.

You called Leighton and it took three tries for her to answer. She was mad at you again because you bailed on her the other night on dinner plans that you made.

"Hello?" She finally answered. You could hear laughter in the background so you knew she was out with friends or out doing something and it made you feel even worse to ask her for help.

"Hi, Leight." You say softly, pushing your fingertips into your eyes trying to build up the courage to ask her. "Can you help me, please?"

"Help you?" She sounds concerned and you hear a door close behind her, all of the noise fading away. "What's going on?"

"I need-I need, fuck!" You try, the words feeling almost impossible to get out. "I need to go to the emergency room, I think." You finally get out, blinking hard to keep your brain working.

"Emergency room? What's going on? Where are you?"

"Please, Leighton. I'm at the blue house on the edge of campus. You know the one." You rub your palm against your forehead. "Can you please just come get me."

"Yeah. I know the one." Of course she did. Everyone knows the blue fucking house. It's literally nicknamed the druggie house on campus. There's only one reason people went there. Her voice sounded monotone and she was definitely connecting some dots. "I'm coming, I'm not far away." She hangs up on you before you can even tell her goodbye and you just feel her disappointment radiating through the phone.

It was less than ten minutes when you saw a familiar car pull up.

Leighton stepped out of the passenger side and as soon as the door closed, the window was rolling down to reveal Whitney in the drivers seat.

"Are you kidding me, Leighton." You complained as she rushed over to help you.

"Shut up." Whitney said from the driver's side, rolling her eyes at you.

"Fuck you!" You spat at her, letting Leighton help pull you to your feet.

"No, fuck you! What the hell is wrong with you?" You stayed silent because you didn't have an answer to her question. "That's what I fucking thought. Now get in the car."

Leighton sat in the back with you, letting you lay your head on her lap. She hasn't said a single word to you since she picked you up and you don't know if it was the drugs or the anxiety caused by her silence that was making your heart race the way it was.

Your body was sore and your head ached. You turned so you could bury your face in her sweater, inhaling the smell of her. She massaged your scalp, pulling you closer to her body.

Whitney dropped you both off at the front door and said to call her when you needed to be picked up. She sounded a lot nicer now, but she was also talking to Leighton.

You weren't feeling great at all and you definitely had the fear that whatever dosage that girl gave you was wearing off and you were going to die in the waiting room of this fucking hospital.

Leighton helped bring you to the front desk. You declined her offer of a wheelchair because something about that just felt degrading. Having to have her push you because of something you did to yourself?

Falling to the ground and crawling would be less embarrassing.

The woman at the desk greeted you and asked what was going on and you hesitated. Because even though Leighton probably figured shit out by now, you never said it out loud.

Saying it out loud would finally be admitting that you had a problem, which is why you've avoided it for so long.

"I-um-I-" both Leighton and the lady at the desk with the patience of a saint watch you fiddle nervously with the pen attached to a chain. "I am not feeling too great. I was given narcan maybe thirty minutes ago." You were blinking rapidly trying to get through your sentence, the fluorescent lighting and the pounding headache was making your brain short circuit.

The lady at the desk sat up quickly, asking you for your ID and insurance card, asking someone behind her to call for a nurse. You pulled your wallet from your pocket and Leighton had to help you pull the cards out because your hands were shaking and you just couldn't do it.

A male nurse appeared out of nowhere with a rolling blood pressure cuff and asked you to follow him to the triage area.

"What about my stuff?" You ask, letting this man escort you to a little area.

"I've got it, baby." Leighton said calmly, a few steps behind you, shoving your ID back into your wallet that she was still holding.

You sat down in a chair with your feet planted firmly on the floor like instructed and you felt like this firm wooden chair was consuming you.

He slipped the blood pressure cuff on your arm, the stethoscope planted firmly in the center of your arm. His eyes never left you while he asked you some questions.

"Do you know how many doses of the narcan you received?"

"Just one." You say and he nods.

"What did you take?" He asks, making eye contact with you and waiting for your response.

You swallowed and looked up at Leighton, who was waiting at you expectantly to answer.

"I don't know. It wasn't from my usual person. My friend that got it for me said it would be the same and it wasn't. I took less than what I normally would." You admit and it sounds embarrassing to even say something like that. You just hope he doesn't ask you-

"How much do you normally take? How much did you take of these?"

"Um, four to five 10mg Percocet. I only took two of these."

"Okay." He nods and the machine starts to beep. He removes the cuff from your arm and motions to someone behind you. "We are going to take you back now, okay? Your blood pressure is too low." He said while he and Leighton help you stand up and you were mortified to find them leading you to a wheelchair.

"Yeah, okay." You nod and when you sit you look back between Leighton and the nurse with a panicked expression. "Can she come back with me?"

"Of course." He takes hold of the wheelchair and takes you to a double door, pressing the button and leading you and Leighton through a maze of curtained rooms before bringing you to an open bed.

As soon as your butt hit that bed, two nurses were rushing in one was hooking you up to different machines and pulling down your shirt to stick electrodes on your chest to monitor your heart.

Before you could even process anything, your bed was being lowered and you were laying flat on your back and the second nurse was giving you a second dose of narcan up your nostrils while the first nurse finally explained to you and Leighton what the fuck was going on.

She said that narcan is usually done in two or more doses and that it often wears off before the effects of the pills do. That because you only received one dose, you were already showing the signs of the first dose wearing off and going into another potential overdose.

You didn't even have time to panic or freak out. They had the narcan up your nose and had you sitting back up like it never even happened. Leighton nodding with wide eyes from the chair next to you and trying to absorb what the nurse was saying.

You gripped the bridge of your nose and squinted your eyes while the nurse finished speaking, already starting to feel better.

"We are going to keep you here for a couple of hours just for monitoring." She rolls a little tray over to your bed that has a needle, test tubes, and a tourniquet. All the makings for getting your blood drawn. "We are required to do a toxicology screening on you, especially since you do not know what you took." She slips on a new pair of gloves. "These results will not be shared with the university." She reassured when she saw your face drop. "Arm out."

She cleaned your arm with an alcohol pad and tied the elastic tourniquet around your arm, pressing on your veins to find a vein. She inserts the needle in your arm and you watch the multiple vials fill up. She removes the tourniquet, has you hold a cotton ball where the needle went in and slaps a bandaid over it. She cleans up the area and says she'll be back shortly and walks out without saying another word.

Leighton had been silent the entire time. She was holding your things and sitting on the chair next to your bed watching the monitor with all off your vitals. Her eyes looked glassed over and you didn't know what to say or how to even begin to say it.

"Thanks for coming with me." You say pitifully and her eyes dart from the monitor to look over at you.

"I feel so stupid." She says, shaking her head. "Everything is like, making sense now, you know? The missed dates, the weird behavior, the angry outbursts." She nods her head, almost like she was agreeing with her own thoughts.

"I'm so sorry."

"And then you take shit that you don't even know what it is and- and you fucking overdose? What if you fucking died, Y/N?" She sounds so angry, but you can see she's on the verge of tears. You reach for her, touching her arm and she yanks herself away from you. "Don't fucking touch me."

"Then fucking go if you don't want to stay." You say, staring up at the ceiling, blinking back tears.

"Stop."

"I should've just let myself die on the curb of that stupid fucking house." You slammed your head against the pillow, the machines beeping like crazy for a brief moment.

"Can you just shut the fuck up with that self deprecating shit?" She spits, crossing her arms and legs.

She's very closed off and distant now. It almost felt like you could feel her distancing herself from you in real time. There's an awkward silence between the two of you and you reach for her.

"Leighton..."

"Mmmh mmmh." She shakes her head no, keeping her attention focused on her phone

"Baby." You try again and when her fingers pause over the phone screen you know you're getting somewhere. "Please, baby."

She rolls her eyes and sighs, giving you her attention.

"What."

"I'm really sorry." You say sincerely, playing with the edge of the flimsy hospital blanket.

"For...?" There was no hint of emotion to her voice. But in scenarios like this, Leighton was always good at shutting down and putting her walls up.

"For how I've been treating you. For a lot of things."

"If that's all you're going to say, that's a really shitty fucking apology."

"No! Of course that's not all. I-fuck. Okay. Just give me a second to collect my thoughts."

"Well, maybe if you weren't high on god knows what you'd be able to give me a less pathetic apology."

Maybe it was your high wearing off, maybe it was just the drugs in general, but man for the briefest moment you wanted to cuss her out.

You clench your jaw and exhale through your nose in an attempt to remain calm.

"If you let me fucking finish talking maybe you'll be more than the pathetic apology." You say through gritted teeth and she just raises her eyebrows at you expectantly. "I fucked up, okay? I know that. I didn't mean for it to get this bad." You admit and she tilts her head, her gaze visibly softening.

"What do you mean?" She scoots the hospital chair closer to your bed.

"I got the meds originally when I messed up my knee. It freaked me out about if I would get to play again or not. When I got back into it, it was great, but I fucking sucked and there was this insane amount of pressure to be as good as I was before my injury. There still is that pressure. My knee just felt tight all the time. Like it was about to snap at any moment. I did the physical therapy, the ice baths, I did everything. Well, everything but admit that maybe it's just straight up fucked." You look down and begin to pick at on your fingertips. Leighton reaches forward to stop you and instead you press your thumb against one of her manicured nails, enjoying the feeling of the pinpricking pressure against your fingertip.

"Keep going, baby." She encourages softly and you could feel yourself relax.

"I refilled my final prescription for my meds right before I started playing again. I would ration the bottle and take them after games and stuff. Then I took them during a game and realized I could play pretty damn good and my leg felt fantastic. Well, until afterwards when it felt worse than ever. Turns out if you take meds to prevent pain, it's really difficult to gauge when you're pushing yourself too far. So I would take some meds before the game, during the game, then again after the games..." Leighton opens her mouth to speak, but you continue with your thought. "...And then one or two more before bed."

"Jesus Christ, Y/N." She says, sounding both shocked and horrified. "I don't even...how long-how many? I don't know! I'm trying not to ask my question without sounding like a dick." She admits and looks to you for some guidance.

You don't know her exact question, but you can guess where she was going with it.

"It was supposed to be refill that lasted three months and finished it in like a month. Maybe a month in a half if I want to be generous. They were a low-ish doses, so I would take more."

"How many were you supposed to take a day? How many did you take?" She asked her questions in a quick succession.

"I was supposed to take one, max two, a day." She nodded and raised her eyebrows expectantly. "I was taking like four to six."

"I-what?! You know what," she takes a deep breath to calm herself down. "Let me approach this in a non-judgmental way. I just, I really want to know what happened to escalate the situation and bring us where we are now." She squeezes your hand reassuringly.

"So my prescription runs out and I find a connect when I go to one of the parties at the blue house. I got pills from him for a while, but you would not believe how expensive opioids are." You tried to joke, only when you looked up to see Leighton was not laughing, not even cracking a smile, you quickly cleared your throat and got serious. "After DJ died in the house, I starting using more and it was just getting more expe-"

"Wait what? The guy that overdosed in the house, you were his friend?"

"I, well, yes. But I was also...there. I called the ambulance when I found him." You could feel everything else coming out like word vomit. "I introduced him to Liza, who introduced him to drugs." You clenched your jaw, trying to swallow down the breakdown you've been keeping at bay for over a month now. "I killed him, Leighton. It's my fault he's dead." You look up at her tearfully and when Leighton frowns and calls you 'baby', you fucking lose it.

She stands up and pulls your face from your hands. The machines attached to you are beeping rapidly for who knows what fucking reason and it was pissing you off.

"Get these off of me." You say mid sob, attempting to pull the electrodes of your chest, yanking at the wires and your shirt blindly. "Get these fucking off!"

Leighton was fighting your arms at this point, doing her best to keep your arms still. Your brain could comprehend that you were smacking her unintentionally, hitting her arms, her hands, and her chest. You felt like your body was stuck between fight and flight right now. You felt out of control in every aspect, mentally and physically. You wanted to stop, you wanted to calm down, you just literally could not.

Within seconds two nurses came in and Leighton held your arms until one of the nurses took her place. Her absence felt more upsetting and agitating, so you attempted to reach for her. Your throat felt raw from crying and now you were screaming for Leighton, begging her to help you.

You gripped a nurses arm tightly, your face smushed against her scrubs while you watched Leighton's horrified expression as the two nurses turned you on your side. One of them pulled your pants down on one side and inject a tranquilizer into your ass cheek.

You gasped and squeezed the nurses arm, mortified about what happened and that it happened in front of Leighton. You were also both shocked and impressed at how quickly your heart rate was going down.

You also felt absolutely terrible for the tears and snot you were getting on this poor nurse's scrubs. Going back and forth between pitifully apologizing to her and to Leighton while the meds kicked in.

You could feel your arms getting heavy and the nurses began to lay you on your back again. The one you were gripping for dear life was covering you with a blanket and you can over hear the one that injected your ass trying to talk Leighton through what she just witnessed.

Something about it being normal behavior when coming off a lot of drugs so suddenly. You don't fucking know.

What you do know is Leighton looked pale and traumatized and that it was absolutely your fucking fault.

You reached for her. Desperately trying to tell her that you loved her. That you're in love with her and that you were so fucking sorry.

She looked at you confused, holding your hand and telling you she couldn't understand what you were saying. You could feel yourself getting riled up mentally, but your body felt stuck. Like gum to the bottom of a fucking shoe you were stuck and locked into this bed.

The nurses left and she pulled her chair close to your bed again, her hand never letting go of yours while she did. She sat in front of you, calling you baby, pushing hair from your face, and telling you that it was okay and to just close your eyes for a little bit.

You moaned and whined, tears sliding down your cheeks. They matched the ones streaming down Leighton's and you wanted you kiss them away. Instead she wiped your tears and begged you not to cry, her lips pressed against the side of your head.

You closed your eyes, Leighton's lips against your temple while she whispered calming things in your ear.

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You woke up confused. You had a hospital gown on over your shirt and pants, and you were also pretty sure you were in a different room.

"Water?" You croak, your mouth dryer than nothing you have ever experienced before.

"Here." Came a voice next to you that was most definitely not Leighton.

You turn your head to the side to see Whitney holding a styrofoam cup with a straw and you push yourself to sit up straight, blinking and wiping away the dried up tears and sleep gunk from your eyes.

You hesitate at first, but you take the cup from her. You drink the cool ice water down like your life depended on it.

"Thank you." You tell her when you finished drinking, breathing heavily like a toddler after they downed some juice. You look around the room for any signs of Leighton, finding none. You try not to panic, but the machine measuring your hate rate gives you away.

"She'll be back. I sent her home a bit ago to change into different clothes and get something to eat." Whitney informs you, setting the water on the little table. She stands up and goes to the sink, wetting a small stack of those thin paper towels with warm water and wiping your face and mouth. You could feel your dried spit and snot come off with ease. You closed your eyes while she wiped your face, too tired to feel embarrassed. "Better?" She asks you, patting your face with a dry paper towel when she was done.

You nod your head yes, settling further into the bed.

"How long was I out?" You stare at the analog clock on the wall, but it doesn't help much since you didn't even know the time you came in or were knocked out at.

"Maybe seven hours? It's been a while. They said it could range from like six to twelve hours." You nod, staring at your covered feet. You can feel yourself checking out mentally, but Whitney talking again brings you back to earth. "Leighton filled me in, I hope that's okay."

"Mhmm, yeah." You shrugged and nodded, trying to hide your shame over the fact that another person knows this about you now.

"Why didn't you say anything to anyone?" She was soft with her approach, but there was a thin layer of assertiveness underneath.

"Well, Whitney, the thing about having a drug problem is you don't really fucking realize you have a drug problem until you end up in a hospital and get a needle shoved into your ass cheek. Or, maybe it's when a girl that injects meth between her toes gets pissy for using her Narcan on you. Gee, I just can't decide." You say sarcastically and Whitney's face hardens slightly.

"Okay, I get it." She says defensively, sitting back in the chair to lean away from you. You sigh and attempt to run a hand through your hair, but it's all matted and sweaty.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You say quietly. "I thought I had a handle on it, okay? I didn't think it was a problem." You admit, nodding your head as you thought to yourself. "Clearly." You vaguely gesture to yourself laid up in a hospital bed and Whitney nods.

"Everything is starting to make sense though. Your behaviors, your angry outbursts, the way you treated Leighton."

You wince at that last one. You treated her horribly the last like eight months and you knew that.

It was such a weird feeling. To love someone so deeply and be unable to stop yourself from absolutely wrecking them and treating them like shit.

"Yeah, I've been told already things are adding up. Glad I could provide some clarity." You give her a tight lipped smile and a weak thumbs up.

"You're awake!"

You look up to see Leighton coming into the room, a little visitor badge pinned to her hoodie. You nod, looking up at her with a smile. Your eyes start to water, something about seeing her just hitting you with the overwhelming urge to cry because you were so fucking happy she came back.

You open your arms for her and she sets her purse down to rush to your side and give you a hug. You wrap your arms around her and hold her tightly, pressing your lips wherever you could.

A knock at the door caused her to pull away. She took the extra seat on the other side of your bed as the doctor came in and greeted you, washing his hands.

He did an overall exam on you. Checked your mouth, your eyes, listening to your heart and lungs. He pulled his stool up to your bed and rested a folder of paperwork by your feet.

"So, we got your blood results back. It's routine to drug test in these situations. The school will not be informed of the results." He reassured you like the nurse did previously. "Now," he opens the packet of papers to a specific page where numbers are highlighted. "You have a decent amount in your system. I'm sure that's something you're aware of." You nod and he continues. "We do not think you overdosed on the pills themselves. Not to say that means you should go out and keep slamming them back."

The three of you made a face at him, unsure if his comment was meant to lighten the mood or if he was just a dick.

"So what's the problem then?" Whitney speaks up and he clears his throat.

"Well, you have a dangerous amount of fentanyl in your system. Whatever you took was most likely laced. Had you taken the four pills you said you normally took, you would probably be dead. Here are some packets about fentanyl as well as some inpatient and outpatient treatments for opioid addiction, and some information about methadone." He sets about five pamphlets in the open space between your legs and stands up, pushing his chair back in. "The nurse is going to come in with your discharge paperwork. Schedule an appointment with your PCP. Have a good day ladies." He sanitizes his hands and leaves the room, leaving the three of you looking confused and dumbfounded.

"That was it?" Leighton asks after he leaves, clearly frustrated. She reaches forward and grabs the pamphlets off your legs and thumbs through them furiously. "You almost fucking die apparently and that's it? You go the fuck home? What the fuck."

"Leighton, please stop." You say calmly, but she was pacing the room now while she read.

"This methadone seems good. I can call my dad and get you into a good rehab. Inpatient or out." She says while reading through the pamphlets and you start feeling overwhelmed.

Of course you wanted to be better and to stop taking the pills.

But the thought of actually doing it scared the shit out of you.

"Can I please just go home first and figure this out later?" You ask, scratching your eyebrow.

"Yes," Whitney says and looks up and Leighton sternly. "Yes, you can." She says, answering for Leighton.

"I have one request." Leighton says, shoving the pamphlets into her purse before sitting at the edge of your bed. "Please stay with us for a bit. A few days, a week. However long. Just please do it, okay?"

You nodded your head. You knew you scared her, no, fucking traumatized her. She was looking at you right now like she wanted to cry. Like if you told her no she would probably burst into tears.

You couldn't tell her no. You couldn't do this to her again. You definitely couldn't do anything to risk losing her.

"Yes, I'll stay with you. Can I stop at my room at get some clothes?"

"Absolutely. Can I go in with you when you do?"

You hesitated. You thought about the state of your side of the room. You definitely weren't as clean as you used to be. You most definitely had been slacking on doing your laundry and the thought of her going in there and seeing your gross, crusty underwear made you want to flip.

You still agreed though and she kissed your cheek. She went to kiss your lips and you turned your head.

"My mouth feels disgusting. More kissing later?"

"Deal." She nods, sneaking a quick peck onto your lips anyway.

There was a knock on the door and a nurse stepped in holding some paperwork.

"Alrighty, Y/N. Let's get you outta here, hun."

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You rushed into your dorm, quickly picking up dirty clothes from the floor and tossing them in your hamper, picking up trash and shoving it aside.

"Sorry, I'm sorry." You apologize profusely for the state of your room.

"No, don't. It's okay." Leighton says, taking in the space.

She hadn't been allowed into your room for a while. Usually when she would come over it would be spotless and smell like air fresher. It was a complete 180 from what she was used to.

You could almost see her absorbing in the gravity of your addiction. As if almost OD'ing on laced pills, blowing off her dates, and having frequent mood swings weren't enough. She was getting a first hand view of how little you had been taking care of yourself because of it.

Something about that felt more shameful than anything. You felt vulnerable and exposed. You had been caught putting on a show and now all the curtains were being pulled back to expose the complex layers of your addiction. Exposing problems that you didn't even realize were becoming problems until someone you love is watching you scramble to clean it up.

"I just need to get some clean clothes." You say, opening your drawers and finding them to be pretty bare. "Fuck." You whisper to yourself.

"Why don't you bring some dirty clothes with you and we can do laundry at my dorm. Okay, baby?"

"Um, y-yeah." You blink hard, slamming your drawer shut. You open another and are thankful to find a handful of clean underwear. You pull them out and shove them into the bag Leighton had set on your bed. "Can you get me some shirts from my closet? I'll gather my dirty clothes."

"Of course." She turns around to look through your closet.

You grabbed a garbage bag and began picking clothes off the floor, plucking clothes from your hamper and other various surfaces around the room, shoving them into the trash bag. When a bunch of change falls out of one of your pockets you sigh, going back into the bag and digging through the pockets of any pants and shorts you shoved in there to make sure those were empty before you continued.

You picked up a pair of sweatpants, digging your hand into the pocket and freezing when you felt something sharp-ish poke your fingertips.

It was almost like you could hear angels singing when you pull the item from your pocket. A small baggie with three little blue pills in it. Three pills that you most definitely recognized and knew they would be safe. You traced your thumb over them, licking your lips.

"Do you want this sweater, babe?" Leighton asks from the closet behind you and you briefly turn around to face her.

"Yes, that's perfect, baby." You tell her. You weren't even looking at the sweater.

You had look at her face. Feeling guilty about everything that went down. Feeling guilty about all the time and energy she was probably going to put in to taking care of you.

You knew the best thing to do right now would be to hand the pills over. It would be the responsible thing.

You wanted to be responsible.

You grip the small baggie in your hand tightly and scratch under your nose with the back of your hand, thinking of the way you were going to hand the baggie over.

You open your palm again to stare at the pills, your hand shaking. You look around the room one more time, turning to smile at Leighton while she had a few shirts and sweaters draped over her arm for you.

You wanted to be responsible, just maybe not today.

You clear your throat, shoving the pills into the deepest corner of your front pocket.

#leighton murray x reader #leighton murray x you #my fic

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tkaulitzlvr · 2 years ago

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heyyyyy!! just wanted to start by saying i legit love ur writing so much ur one of my fav TH authors and i legit love seeing and reading ur stories. THEY R SO DAMN GOOD :)

anyways here the request if ur comfy lol IVE HAD THIS IDEA FOR SO LONG AND I NEED SOMEONE TO DO IT PLS QUEEN

soooo basically like 2017 soft dom tom and like we r in a car driving and like reader is rlly horny and hes teasing her LIKE CRAZYYYYY and resting his hand on her thigh and stuff and whispering dirty stuff to her giving her small neck kisses and pecks and like other teasing stuff (LOL IDK WHATEVER U WANT JUST SHIT TONE OF TEASING) and then when they get home he completely ignores reader and acts like it never happened and just acts normal and goes to watch tv on couch but then reader gets RLLY CLINGY and comes over and THEN STARTS TEASING TOM ON COUCH and like reader whispers stuff to him and neck kisses and the tom gets rlly nervous and then he gives up and like eats her out till shes BEGGING HIM TO STOP (so like some overstim) and then they fuck and yeah just smut smut smut. and tom and reader with praise kink and lots of dirty talk pretty pls. <3

HAH SORRY THAT WAS KINDA LONG AND DETAILED BUT YEAH ITS LEGIT MY DREAM STORY. pls only write if ur comfortable but yeah u can add whatever u want that would fit with the story and YEAH PLS MAKE IT GOOD!!! (u will ur amazing) yeah thankyouuuuuuuuu <3 :)

DESPERATE - T. KAULITZ

synopsis: you can’t contain yourself, basically throwing yourself at tom. he knows it, but wants to make you wait as long as he can, and it drives you crazy. but, he makes you realise that you should be careful what you wish for.

content: smut

a/n: thank u so much anon i’m glad u love my work, and i hope this lives up to ur expectations. also never written for older tom before so thanks for being my first req to write him🙏

he saw the glances i sent his way, the way my legs squeezed together, palms becoming a little sweaty. he noticed my breathing becoming a little erratic, teeth sinking into my bottom lip, feet tapping impatiently against the floor. he knew exactly what i wanted. but, even when i leaned over, running my hands across his inner thighs, closer and closer to his clothed dick, he kept his eyes on the road, knowing that he was driving me crazy, and he liked it.

“thinking of ordering pizza for dinner. you down?” he asks, completely ignoring my hands which are now directly over his crotch, and my eyes on him, filled with desire. he knows exactly what is doing, the slight smirk tugging on his lips telling me that, and i know that he won’t give up his little game yet. i am in for a long night, my eyes set on feeling him inside of me, willing to do literally anything to get that satisfaction, completely aware that he isn’t going to make it easy for me.

but, that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to tease me either.

“mmm, i’d rather have you instead.” i mutter, knowing that he heard me.

we stop at a red light and he turns to me, his eyes dark, a familiar look of lust present within them. that same smirk is still on his face as he slowly leans over, planting a slow kiss just below my ear, his breath tickling the skin as he whispers into it. “who says you can’t have both?”

my eyes widen, the heat between my thighs only increasing, his words quickly causing me to become flustered, my cheeks flushing a light shade of crimson. he sees this, a small laugh escaping his lips as he plants soft kisses at my neck, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the harsh metal of his lip ring as it dances around the skin of my neck, my head tilting to the side to give him better access. his actions are abruptly cut off by the sound of a horn behind us, tom’s head shooting upwards, the traffic lights already having turned green.

he quickly adjusts himself, flashing me a quick wink before pulling his head out of my neck and beginning to drive away. my eyes focus on his hand on the gearstick, the way his veins flex, fingers tightly holding onto it, wanting nothing more for them to be moving inside of me. as if he had read my mind, he removes his hand, placing it onto my thigh, letting it travel further upwards, moving closer and closer to the place i need him most, his head still facing the road as he looks blankly at it as if he isn’t teasing me to the point that i could scream.

he moves his hand flat against me, and my body jerks in shock, his fingers slowly rubbing my clothed clit, he sees the reaction he gets out of me by doing this, smiling to himself before abruptly moving his hand away, returning it to its previous position on the gearstick as i whine in frustration.

“baby why’d you stop?” i sigh, placing my hand over his and trying to move it back over my heat, but he refuses, keeping it set on the gearstick.

“stop acting so impatient, liebe, or you know you won’t get anything. be good for me and maybe i’ll give you what you want, you just gotta wait till we get home, mhm?” he taunts, watching the way i quickly nod my head, smiling at my obedience, placing his hand back on my thigh, torturing me as his thumb begins slow movements over it.

so i stayed put, trying to distract myself literally however i could, the drive home seeming like hours as each second wasted time, time that could be spent with him inside of me. the teasing never stopped, tom kissing my ear, neck, collarbone, cheek, anywhere his lips could access whenever we stopped at a red light, promising that he’d give me what i so desperately needed once we got home. so i held on, restricting myself, his words keeping me going, acting as motivation as the reward of holding back was completely worth it.

a sigh of relief escapes my parted lips once he turns onto our driveway, my hands scrambling to undo the seatbelt, literally unable to contain myself at this point. tom however, takes his time, not stepping out of the car until i have reached the front door, unable to get in as he pulls the key from his pocket, slowly unlocking the door. i expect him to move onto me the second we walk in, pushing me against the wall, attacking me with kisses, showing me that he meant his promise, but he does the opposite.

he slowly kicks his shoes off, walking into the kitchen as i stand there, pissed off and feeling completely let down. i join him in the kitchen as he stands on his phone, leaning against the counter, a smile forming on his lips once he sees me walk in.

“what pizza do you want babe? i’m feeling like pepperoni.” he utters those words so nonchalantly, as if the things he had said to me, the way he had touched me in the car were all figments of my imagination. i mumble a small ‘get me anything, i don’t care’, before trudging to the living room, sexually frustrated, completely done with his teasing.

he joins me soon after, patting my thigh gently as he sits beside me, grabbing the remote and scrolling through the channels as if i wasn’t sat next to him, bored and desperate. i had reached my breaking point.

“tom…” i trail off, leaning towards him, my lips pressing open-mouthed kisses against his neck, taking note of the way his breathing begins to quicken, knowing that i am slowly getting to him. but he doesn’t show it yet, his expression still blank, eyes still set on the tv in front of him.

“baby…” i mutter against his skin, my hand reaching for his crotch, palming him as a low groan emits from his now parted lips. he shuffles in his seat a little, adjusting himself and clearing his throat. still nothing. i reach underneath his t-shirt, my fingers tracing his abs, feeling every muscle, lips still attached to his neck. he doesn’t give in, keeping me waiting, which only frustrates him even more, but i can feel him slowly giving in, only motivating me more.

“please, i promise i’ll be good…” i slowly say, looking upwards at him before climbing onto his lap, straddling him as he has no choice but to look into my eyes. “i’ll be so good…”

i repeat my words, dipping my head so that it is underneath his chin, kissing his neck once again, sucking gently on the skin as i try to leave marks. but i am not finished yet. i slowly begin to grind against his clothed dick, moving back and forth at a teasingly slow pace. it doesn’t take long for his hands to grip at my hips, completely stopping my movements. bingo.

“so fucking impatient.” he mumbles, switching us around in one swift motion as he lays me on the couch, moving on top of me and messily colliding his lips with mine. “couldn’t wait at all could you, hm?”

i say nothing, too busy focusing on the way his lips move against mine. he clearly isn’t wasting anytime as i feel his hands move to my leggings, hooking his fingers around the hem, tugging them and my panties down, raking them down my legs and throwing them carelessly onto the floor. my own hands scramble for his t-shirt, taking it off of him and letting it find the pile of clothes on the floor, my own t-shirt and his pants following, only his boxers between us.

he reconnects our lips as a quiet ‘please’ escapes from my mouth, wanting more than just a kiss, having waited all night for this.

“please what? you know you have to use your words schatz.” he teases, his forehead against mine, waiting for me to speak.

“need you to touch me.” i whine, my hands finding his neck as i play with the loose strands of hair, watching the way he nods his head, seeming satisfied with my answer.

he crawls downwards, kissing each part of my body as he does so, nipping gently at the skin, enjoying the way my breathing is fast and heavy, low whines escaping my mouth. he reaches my inner thighs, still planting small kisses, one hand on each leg as he forces them both apart, letting his head rest in-between them, stopping his motions and looking upwards at me, his eyes meeting mine.

“you sure?” he asks, knowing full well what my answer is, using his breath to ask such a pointless question, knowing that it will only get me more riled up.

“yes tom just- fuck! touch me, ple-.” i sigh out, my pleading soon cut off when i feel his tongue delve into me, my mouth forming an ‘o’ shape as i my hands find their way into his hair, pushing him further into me.

“oh my god!” i cry, feeling his tongue hit all the right spots inside of me, knowing that it won’t take long for the familiar knot to form in my stomach, his teasing meaning that the smallest of touches had the biggest effect on me. he groans against me, the bass in his throat sending a vibration through me, yet another moan spilling from my lips, his name never being said this many times before.

his pointer finger finds its way to my clit, rubbing slow circles whilst his tongue continues to drill inside of me, my release building up inside of me.

“getting close. don’t stop, oh my god please don’t stop!” i beg, my hands lost within the thick strands of brunette hair, the previous tidy bun messy thanks to me, but he didn’t seem to mind, only focused on feeling me get to my end.

his tongue touches my g-spot, a high pitch moan unlike no other i had uttered coming from the back of my throat. he picks up on this, directly hitting that spot over and over, my vision clouding, eyes rolling to the back of my head, way too lost in pleasure to process the fact that the knot in my stomach had released, tom swallowing all of my juices. i expect him to stop, my chest heaving up and down, coming down from my high, every part of me sensitive, but he keeps going at a fast pace - if not quicker than before.

“too much! can’t take it.” i breathe out, my thighs squeezing against his head, careful not to apply too much pressure, but he only smiles against me, completely ignoring my pleas.

“you wanted me to touch you.” he mutters into me, replacing his mouth with his fingers so he can speak more clearly. “so that’s what i’m gonna do schatz.”

and he sticks to his words, his tongue moving back inside me, the overstimulation quickly taking over, my entire body jolting when he hits the sensitive spots inside of me, unable to take the pleasure.

“please…i can’t…too much…”

my words are incoherent, not able to form full sentences as i feel another release building up.

“not stopping until you say the word baby.” he mumbles against me, referring to our safe word that i have only had to use once. he knows that i won’t say it, secretly enjoying the pleasure despite the pain that comes with it, taking all of it in. “you can give me one more, doing so well.”

i take in every single word of praise he gives me, using it to work through the pain, focusing on the pleasure, using it to guide me to my release, my eyes squeezing shut, head falling backwards as it takes over, my back arching off of the couch, this one much more powerful than the last. he swallows everything, planting a few kisses on my lips as i wince, completely spent. my body lays limp on the couch, his moving upwards so that he is hovering above me. he kisses me softly, his thumb reaching upwards and wiping a few tears that i hadn’t even realised had fallen.

he sits up, taking his boxers off, stopping them at his knees, not even bothering to fully remove him. he lifts my body, sitting me on top of him so i am straddling him.

“you did so well baby. you think you can handle just one more, for me?” he asks, running his hands up and down my hips, watching as i tiredly nod my head, a small smile spreading across his face.

i position myself onto him, slowly sliding downwards as he fills me up.

“fuckkkk.” he drags out, his head falling backwards and resting on the top of the couch, his hands tightly holding my hips, fingers digging into the flesh.

i stop about halfway, feeling completely full, not sure how i will be able to take all of him. he sees that i am struggling, kissing my cheeks gently , moving down to my collarbone.

“you feel so good baby, keep going, you’re almost there. shit- so fucking good.”

low groans escape his mouth as i nod my head, continuing to sink onto him until i am fully sat on him, my mouth dropping open, wincing a little at the pain, his fingers nothing compared to the size of him. i place my hands on his chest, trying to steady myself as i begin bouncing up and down, tom moaning loudly, his hands never leaving my hips, watching me move on him.

“so fucking tight, oh my god…” he sighs out, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip, eyes fluttering shut as i speed up my movements, whining as he hits a totally new angle, never feeling so good, so full before.

his forehead glistens with sweat, muscles flexing every time he squeezes my hips, his fingers leaving marks into my skin, but i don’t complain, the feeling only increasing my stamina. my walls clench around him unconsciously, tom groaning whenever i do it, the feeling only bringing him closer to the edge.

“just like that.” he groans, his voice deep. “yeah, shit baby- feels so good.”

after my two orgasms, it doesn’t take me long to become tired, my movements slow and sloppy. my body collapses onto his chest, frustrated as i am getting close, unable to get there myself. he notices this quickly, beginning to thrust upwards into me, loud moans echoing throughout the room as i try my best to meet his movements, rotating my hips a little, feeling him deeper inside me than i ever have before.

“i’m close. don’t stop.” i manage to say, messily colliding his lips with mine, his tongue exploring my mouth whilst his strokes remain strong and deep, hitting all the right spots.

“me too baby.” he mutters between kisses. “almost there, you’re doing so so well.”

his dick twitches inside of me as he thrusts in and out a few more times, before his cum shoots into me. his head quickly falls backwards, eyebrows furrowing, mouth falling open as a long groan falls from it, his release triggering my own as i clench around him for the last time. he thrusts a few more times, riding out our highs, our heavy breathing and skin slapping together the only thing sounding throughout the quiet room.

he kisses my lips once more, pulling apart as his forehead leans against mine, arms holding me within his embrace, skin pressed together.

“you did so good meine liebe. took me so well.” he whispers, still trying to catch his breath as i am unable to respond, totally worn out, my body weak as it rests in his for support.

his lips gently kiss my forehead, one hand running through my hair whilst the other gently strokes my back, his breathing calming down as he utters sweet nothings in my ear until i fall asleep within his embrace, completely exhausted.

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poisonedprose · 2 years ago

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hii i saw that thing about you guys being ashamed about thinking of leon using a knife on you and then you said “i am even more ashamed to admit how many times ive almost written this”

please you literally need to write something like oh my god the way you write stuff is amazing and im sure that if you did write something like that it would be so good and sheet grabbing even if it’s something short 𖦹☆

₊˚✧ slice — in which leon fucks you with his knife after work

leon kennedy x afab!reader

warnings: 1k words, smut, @spideychai i know you dont read much smut but it only felt right to tag you, inspired by this post, pet names (princess, love, good girl, slut), curse words, pwp, kinda ooc, bit of sadism, bit of dacryphilia, bondage, leons a tiny but drunk, (bloody) knife obvi, mentions of killing, sir kink

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Leon had a habit of taking his pent up anger and stress out on you. He would fuck you dumb with his fingers until you were sobbing and begging for his cock to fill you up. He loved the way you bucked your hips with your wrists tied to the bedpost, just aching to feel his hard cock throb against the walls of your dripping cunt. He loved when your mind went all hazy when he shoved his whole length in your cunt without warning, chuckling sadistically at the way you almost came the second you felt his thick cock.

This time was different though. He came home from work angrier than you've ever seen him. He didn't even greet you as he walked past you, just heading straight to the fridge and pulling out an ice cold beer. He practically chugged the bottle, leaving the empty, save for a few drops, bottle on the counter before finally acknowledging you. "Bedroom. Now." He ordered and you'd be an idiot not to comply.

He grabbed another beer before following you into the bedroom, watching your ass as you walked. You sat on the bed without having to be told, he sipped on his beer as he thought about what he wanted to do to you. The smirk on your face told you, you wouldn’t be getting off easy tonight. He stood in front of you as you sat on the bed.

He looked down on you, his gaze was almost condescending but, fuck, his lustful eyes were too gorgeous to ignore. His gloved hand caressed your cheek, sliding down your face to hold your chin, his bottle of beer still in his other hand. He takes a sip, his gaze immediately falls back on you after he does. "You know the drill." He instructs in a raspy voice, lust mixed with alcohol was always a sexy combination for him, especially when he didn't change out of his work uniform or remove any of his gear.

You began to undress per his orders. Your clothes fall into a nice pile on the floor. You lay back on the bed, goosebumps forming on your bare skin and your nipples hardening. He gets on the bed as well, putting his beer on the nightstand. He sat on his knees as he hovered above you, one of his knees between your legs, dangerously close to your cunt. He brushes some of your hair out of your face as he lightly drags his fingers over your clit.

His fingers were slow as they caress your puffy clit. Quiet moans left your sultry lips. You waited for the moment he plunged his thick digits into your glistening hole but he never did. There was a devilish smirk on Leon's face, he was plotting something. He pulls his fingers away from your clit, dragging them up your body, leaving a trail of your slick up your body. His fingers land at your mouth, silently, he instructs you to suck. His knee replaces his fingers, pushing up into you to keep you wet for him.

You swirl your tongue around his fingers wishing it was his cock. He smiles at your obedience, pulling his fingers out of your mouth and giving you a praiseful kiss on your cheek. He was eerily quiet but the mystery was what excited you the most. He reaches to his chest, grabbing his knife out of its holster. The blade of the knife was covered in blood. Something about seeing Leon holding his knife that was probably used to kill countless enemies, even still being covered in blood, excited you and terrified you at the same time.

He wipes the blade on his dark blue shirt, the staining not very noticeable. "Open your legs, princess." His voice was softer than it was before, basically telling you there was still time to back out. You opened your legs wider with no hesitation, enjoying the switch up of the normal routine. He leans over and spits on your cunt, rubbing the liquid all over your pussy for more lubrication.

You gasp when you feel the cold handle of his knife run between your folds. You grip the sheets between your fingers as he teases your entrance. Your hips buck and he's quick to hold your hips down with his other hand. "Leon..." You whine breathlessly to which his smirk widens. "Yes, my love? Is something wrong?" He asks cockily as he continues to tease you.

You whine again, knowing he was deliberately fucking with you but the new, foreign feeling felt too good to risk, so you just stayed quiet. "Yeah, gonna be quiet like a good girl?" He leans over and whispers in your ear, followed by kissing your neck. You nod, keeping quiet beside your moans as he finally stops teasing you and slides the handle of the knife into your soaked cunt.

He leans back and watches your face contort in pleasure and your back arch as you shove your head into the pillow beneath you. "Oh, fuck," He chuckles lowly, his laugh full of breath. "Look at you." He praises, watching with an amused smile. "This feel good, slut? Hm?" You nod incoherently as you push yourself deeper into his knife. "Yeah, bet it does." His free hand rubs over your abdomen before his thumb starts rubbing fast circles on your clit.

"Bet my cock would feel even better? Wouldn't it, love?" He smirks and for a split second, you actually believe he might not tease you all night as you approach your orgasm. "Yes, yes, yes!" You moan like a pornstar, embarrassingly close to your release. "That's too bad." He chuckles quietly as he stops all pleasure, removing his thumb from your clit and pulling the knife away from you.

You whine, disappointed that he was denying your orgasm. "Be a good girl and I'll go easy on you." He promises in a sinful tone as he drags the blade of the knife across your boobs. "Got it?" He asks, still fiddling with the knife that’s being dragged all over your body. "G-Got it, sir."

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#! 𖦹 ₊˚✧ re .#first of all ily anon #second of all thank you for reqesting this #leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #resident evil #leon kennedy smut #leon x reader #resident evil 4 #resident evil x reader #resident evil smut

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bitbybitwrites · 1 month ago

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20 Fanfic Author Questions

Haven't done one of these in a while, so let's give it a go. 😊

Many thanks to the following folks who tagged me 💖💖💖💖: @porcelainmortal , @alasse9 , @theprinceandagcd

Answers under the cut . . .

How many works on AO3?

2. Total AO3 Word Count?

281,632

3. Top 5 fics by Kudos

i hate waiting (RWRB/FirstPrince) If I can Make Your Heart My Home (Glee/Klaine) Falling for You (Glee/Klaine) hold me close (RWRB/FirstPrince) smutsgiving 2023: RWRB/FirstPrince

4. What fandoms do you write for?

Glee/Klaine RWRB/FirstPrince

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to . . but to be honest Ive gotten a bit overwhelmed with my inbox right now, so Ive stopped at the moment. I do read every one and love that people take the time out to write anything at all. One day I'll finally catch up and answer everything. *sigh*

6. Angstiest Ending?

Most of my stuff usually ends up happy at the end . . . with a lot of angst in the middle. So not sure if you'd qualify this as angsty but its certainly not a happy ending. . . Come Into My Parlor (Glee/klaine)

7. Fic with the Happiest Ending?

Like mentioned before i think most of my fics have happy endings . . .so I'll pick this one - because it is a pretty wholesome feel-good ending: Falling for You (Glee/Klaine)

8. Do you get hate?

No. I've gotten some very passionate comments, mostly about what characters are doing in certain stories, but nothing that I'd take as a personal attack against me or my writing in general.

9. Do you write smut?

I do but its a constant struggle because it doesn’t come easy for me. Most of the time it slows me down writing because i agonize over those parts so much!

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have done a few and would do it again. . but mostly I do stick to original AUs when I write. Dancing In The Moonlight - Glee/Klaine and The Adams Family Advanced Potions - Hogwarts!AU - Glee/Klaine and Harry Potter study date - klaine hogwarts!au - Glee/Klaine and Harry Potter

11. Ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge. But if anyone hears anything, let me know!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

No.

14. All time favourite ship?

I love Klaine and FirstPrince equally. Those boys make me so happy.

15. WIPs you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I intend to finish everything . . .eventually - the problem with me is WHEN I'll get to do that! An ongoing list of my WIP can be found here.

16. Writing strengths?

Dialogue, I guess . . humor . . angst? . . Maybe I should ask any readers about this. What do you all think I do well?😂

17. Writing Weaknesses?

Smut . . . its so challenging. And just finding time to write in general.

18. Thoughts on mixed language dialogue?

I don't mind it. . . As a reader, I like the extra depth it brings to a charater. As long as there's a translation for me to read. I enjoy it. As a writer, it can be a bit nerve wracking because I think and write in English and then try to translate it over, which sometimes doesn't always work. I am lucky bc one of my betas speaks Spanish so I often bounce ideas off of her when I need that for characters. But for a recent ongoing WIP, I decided (because I'm insane) to include A LOT of French in my dialogue. I had used an online translator, but thankfully one of my readers jumped in to offer to help with corrections and any French translations going forward!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Officially - like posted stuff, would be Glee/Klaine . Though I've been making up fandom AUs/ bits of stories in my head for years before I knew what fanfiction was! i just never shared it with anyone! 😂

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I love all of my fics! It's hard to say which is my all time favorite . . but I will say that ( though it's almost finished - 1 more chapter left) If I Can Make Your Heart My Home (Glee/Klaine) will always hold a special place in my heart . . its been a true joy writing it and seeing how others have reacted to it. It's also my longest piece to date - a little over the length of a novel (127,206 words) - and has taken me a LONG time to write . . ( its been a year and 10 months) The whole writing process for this has been very challenging and very fulfilling to do. I have very much fallen in love with the AU and will be happy to revisit it after the fic is complete.

Well this was fun . . I'm going to tag some lovely writers to take part (no pressure - only if you want to!) and leave a big OPEN TAG for anyone who sees this and wants to jump in . .

@iboatedhere , @forabeatofadrum, , @firstprincehornyramblings ,

@sophie1973 , @onthewaytosomewhere @heartsmadeofbooks

@getmehighonmagic, @caterpills, @blueeyedgrlwrites, , @annepi-blog,

@myheartalivewrites , @14carrotghoul, @kirakiwiwrites, @emeryhall

@wowbright @coffeegleek, @cha-melodius

@gleefulpoppet , @special-bc-ur-part-of-it @daisyishedwig @sarkyblueeyes , @hkvoyage

@tinyarmedtrex, @1908jmd , @sparklepocalypse @spaceorphan18, @firstprincehornyramblings

@kirakiwiwrites , @cha-melodius @yadivagirl, @lady-divine-writes, @cryscendo

@rockitmans, @madas-ahatters-world , @little-escapist @thesleepyskipper @caterpills

@nocoastposts, , @thinkof-england , @shame-is-a-wasted-emotion, @blurglesmurfklaine

#ask game #bitbybitwrites #klaine fanfic #klaine fic #klaine fanfiction #klaine #kurt hummel #blaine anderson #rwrb fanfiction #rwrb fanfic #rwrb fic #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince #alex claremont diaz #henry fox mountchristen windsor

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the-s1lly-corner · 7 months ago

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Flufftober prompt 13: holding hands (Zenyatta)

while i no longer write for overwatch i still wanna keep with that "write at least one fic for every fandom ive ever written for flufftober" thing so! horray! alternate prompt, list is here plot: you and zenyatta hold hands, that is the plot! notes: reader is human and gn, admin hasnt touched overwatch or its lore since april of 2023 and even then they didnt get totally caught up from the many years prior from their original ovw interest, but lets be real zen has next to zero content stuff, short fic word count: 487 cws: none

Hands were always a big factor of your relationship with Zenyatta. To be guided and held, or to be warmed on a cold evening as you both stayed out to look at the night sky. Despite being made of cold metal, you had never felt more secure in your life.

You looked at the Omnic out of the corner of your eye, taking in the way his chest simulated breathing- rising up and down as he just barely hovered off of the ground. About an inch or two of space between him and the dirt, orbs lowly hanging stagnant in the air only occasionally breaking the silence as they chimed. You mimicked his pose, clasping your hands together in an attempt to protect them from the cold night air. You draw your attention back to the sky, focusing on the way the stars dipped in and out of sight behind the clouds.

"You're cold," He stated, nearly making you jump. You curled your hands closer to each other, shrugging. "It's not too bad, I just need to get used to it,"

He had turned to look at you, metal face just as unreadable as it always had been. "You'll get sick if you remain like this," His stated factually, but you caught the concern in his words. "Then I guess you'll just have to take care of me, if I do." You offered another shrug. Before you could say anything else you felt him tugging your arm gently. You hummed, leaning into him as he pulled you to rest in his lap. With some readjustment, your back eventually settled against his chest. Hands wrapped around your own, quickly warming them up after an initial chill. Fingers locked into yours, holding them in place. Though you didn't feel the desire to wriggle them free of his grasp.

"I would rather you remain in good health..." You could feel his fans and inner workings hum against you. "Besides..." He gave your hands a light squeeze, "You're rather difficult when you're ill."

You rolled your eyes, lightly thumping the back of your shoulder against his, earning a soft chuckle from your partner. "Well it's not my-" You began. "It'd be all your doing," He cut in, rubbing his thumb against your knuckles. You opened your mouth, before shutting it. He was right, and you had nothing to argue back with... not that this was a true disagreement. Instead, you chose to readjust yourself into a more comfortable position, leaning your head back to look at him. "I hate when you're right you know that right?" You teased. He pressed his faceplate against your forehead, turning his attention to the stars you had been staring at just a minute prior. You joined him, the remainder of the night being spent in silence in his lap.

"Hands were nice," You thought as his remained wrapped around your own. Never once letting go.

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honeyhotteoks · 5 months ago

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do you have any advice on like getting better with writing?

hey! i definitely do!! i’ve talked about this before but i have a lot of new readers, so ill start off by saying i’ve been writing for my entire life, and im 30 so thats a lot of years. if you’re a new writer, trust me i used to be there and good god if you guys could see the stuff i published in old fandoms 💀 really, really bad haha

i only say that because i by no means consider myself a great writer, there are fic writers in this space alone that i’m always so floored by and look up to…. but people have been very kind about my writing style and it’s something that took time to develop it’s not something i just “had”. outside of fic, i was a literature and creative writing major, and got very used to writing and workshopping pieces.

now! onto some actual advice —

1. read a lot and read more, but read stuff you actually like and not stuff you feel pressured to read. i love high brow litfic as much as the next pretentious english major, but i started writing a ton after reading a bunch of kindle unlimited romance because it was fun and it got me inspired

2. watch well written television for dialogue and pacing. people do not talk in proper english, they don’t say things eloquently, and there’s a lot of filler and fluff. that’s good! that’s real, so i love well written tv to show me how it’s done

3. get comfortable writing in weird ways. for years i used to sit down and be like “ah okay so chapter one” and then i was stuck, stalled out, and just felt bad about the process. when i started writing both aurora and tnt, i started in the middle. i had an image of a scene in my mind (for tnt it was actually the claim attempt) and i just wrote it out and then bounced around later

4. outlines are your friend! sometimes i’ll get a random line of dialogue in my head or an image but that doesn’t mean i’m ready to write it. i throw it in one big outline so i don’t lose it.

5. if you’re wanting to write really good smut i have two suggestions but please only do this to your personal comfort level. this is what works for me but do not make yourself uncomfortable— for good smut, i watch porn for reference and for good dirty talk, i listen to nsfw audio. i like to really write the visuals for smut and make it immersive but lol i haven’t experienced everything ive written about and logistics of the body are hard!! i usually find a video or an audio and let that help guide the imagery im writing.

6. be comfortable with the editing process. i know the temptation to post something the minute you finish it is there, but sleep on it. come back and edit it, read the dialogue out loud if you have to. i swear you’ll make the piece better just by leaving it and coming back.

7. don’t be afraid to post. most people are kind, and the worst thing that will happen is you don’t get a lot of notes. that’s okay, it’s a process.

8. research! as i’m writing anything, even a silly little oneshot, im doing research on something. i am hyper aware that im not korean and have never spoken korean or lived in korea, so for my fic i try my hardest to ground elements of that in reality. i truly cannot tell you how many hours ive spent reading like korean case law on revenge porn just for like 3 lines of dialogue. and you don’t have to go that crazy, i’m arguably too intense, but i do think some of that helps the story and the dialogue feel real.

9. describe something real- every place in my writing is based on something real. every apartment, hotel, cafe, venue, etc., they’re all either something i’ve found online or drawn from my life and use that to my advantage. i use apartment listings and save photographs, i do google map walks to see what neighborhoods look like, anything to get the feel of a place or an experience. for the christmas chapters of aurora, i watched hours of gwangju walking tour videos on youtube while i was writing just to understand how to describe their walk in the snow. it really helps me to have a visual that i can put words to.

10. find your weak points and see what other writers do differently. if you want to improve, you should find a small place to start. is it dialogue? overall plot? smut? etc. - i’ll never forget being on a creative writing retreat, and a very important writing professor said to me “everything you write is very pretty but you haven’t said anything. you have to decide to say something.” that feedback hurt, but sent me down a much better writing path when i realized where i was falling short and not challenging myself.

okay i hope some of this was helpful and if it’s a mess im sorry im on mobile. i really just love writing so deeply and will always talk about it, so i hope this was helpful 💗

#answered anon #honeyhotteoks thoughts #about writing

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4klovver · 3 months ago

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dancing in a jazz bar.

musicteacher!reader asks scienceteacher!matt to go out after work.

a/n: shes long again sorry!! I loved writing this even tho ive never written angst before, theres not much of it but its there!! I feel like I rambled so lmk in the comments Have fun reading hop you enjoy! This is PART 1 so yea! Contains; drinking, kissing, dancing, angst, crying!

wc; 2,270

After weeks of endless coffee runs, hanging out during free periods, sitting with each other in meetings, you finally had a great idea.

“Let’s go out tonight!” you beam as you sit down. This idea came to you a couple of days ago. Matt was always so clean, no, professional…? You desperately wanted to see a new side of him, and this was just the answer. Matt looks at you weary; you know he’s not the “going out” type, but it’s worth a try.

“Please, please, it would be so fun. I know his cute little bar with cute tables and a live jazz band.” You pause to look at him, and he’s just staring back at you thinking. “Matt, a live jazz band” You say, looking through your eyelashes at him.

“Okay, fine. But I would still be in my work clothes.” He points down to his light blue button-down that’s rolled up to his elbows, and his dark work pants.

“Matt, we’re going to a jazz bar; this is fine. I have to see if I have something else; this isn’t really ‘bar’.” You gesture to your frumpy sweater and work jeans. “I usually have concert stuff in my office…” the sentence trails off as you think about what you have.

“I think what you’re wearing looks great; I don’t see a problem with this.” He says this so matter-of-factly like it’s a fact in one of his biology textbooks. It makes you blush, and you don’t know how to hide it, so you just turn away.

“Thanks, Matt, but I think I’m gonna change; meet me outside of my room after school, okay?” You pack up your stuff as you say this, and Matt gives you a small nod. You were excited; a night of drinking in a dimly lit jazz bar, maybe some dancing, with a cute guy. What else could a girl really ask for!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You did, in fact, change. It was a black halter dress with light blue embroidered flowers on it. It was casual enough to look like a coincidence. Even though you did bring this dress to school 2 weeks ago just in case this very plan worked out.

“You did change; you look…” He trails off, not being able to find the words as you gather your purse and touch up your lip gloss.

You turn to him smiling; he also changed. He’s now wearing a white button-down shirt with a black tie. It’s not a huge change, but he looks…different; maybe it’s the sun setting, but everything about this is different. “Wow, thank you, Matt. I see you also changed.” You look into his eyes and you can’t help but blush. You turn away, walking towards the door.

“This is just my parent-teacher conference shirt. I keep it in my room…” He looks down, smoothing his shirt down, fixing his tie, and clearing his throat.

“This place isn’t that far. It’s only a couple of blocks.” You two walk together, shoulder to shoulder, fingers brushing together slightly as you walk, but no one moves.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You walk into the bar, taking your jackets off, brushing off the cold of Boston. The place was already buzzing with people talking and dancing. The band was already there. The minute you walk in, you immediately get a burst of confidence, becoming your usual energetic self.

“Okay, common, let’s sit!” You are beaming with energy. You’ve been in the place for all of 5 minutes, and it’s already one of the funnest nights. You grab his wrist, leading him to a booth near the back. Smooth jazz is spilling into all the cracks of the bar.

“This place is so…you.” Matt says, looking around at the place. The dim lighting, the thrifted and collected decor.

You grin at his comment. “Yeah, I used to be a regular here a lot during uni. Actually, one of my old scores from there is hanging somewhere here.” You gesture to the many piled-on decorations all around the bar.

“Good evening, guys! I’m Jillian. I’ll be your waitress. Can I get ya’ started on anything?” She comes over, notepad in hand, smiling at the two of you.

“Hi, I’ll just take a vodka cran’ on the rocks.” You smile at her again while she writes down your order. “And for you, sir?”

“Uhh, I’ll just take a whisky, neat.” He looks at you at the end of his order, like he was getting approval from you. “Okay, I’ll get those right away!” Your waitress leaves with a smile, and you look at Matt, resting your cheek in your hand.

“What?” he says, turning his head to look at you.

“What? Oh, nothing. Just that you like…whisky.” You say the drink name like it’s foreign to you.

“Well, even your drinks are grossly sweet.” He looks like he automatically relaxes when you speak.

“Grossly sweet, pfft, even your drinks are bitter.” You lean into the small table, making the gap smaller between the two of you. He scoffs and does the same. The two of you looking at each other, not a hint of awkwardness in the air.

“Okay, I got a vodka cran and a whiskey neat.” The waitress places the drinks down on the table. Your rings clicking against the cup of vodka tickling your tongue while sipping your drink.

He leans back in his part of the booth while sipping his drink. All you can do is stare at him while sipping your drink and crossing your legs, taking in the scene.

You don’t know if it’s the alcohol or your confidence, but you lean back into the table, putting your drink down. “Hey Matt,” you say whispering. “What?” He grins, leaning into your foreheads almost touching. “We should go dance.” You look at the dance floor, the band playing ‘Come Live With Me’ by Marvin Gaye. “I’m not really a dancer—” before he could finish, you’re dragging him to the dance floor. “Shut up, just dance!”

For a moment, you two are just standing hand in hand, swaying side to side to side, looking into each other’s eyes, but then Matt pulls you in closer, closing the gap between you and pressing your bodies together. The dance floor was packed with couples, but it couldn’t matter at all; it’s like you were the only ones there. Matt leads you to sway at the beat of the music, your hand making its way to the back of his neck.

“I’ve never seen this side of you before, Matt…I like it,” you whisper into his ear, leaning into him more.

“You bring out some side in me, y/n. I can’t explain it.” He pulls away, looking at you like there are words left unsaid.

The rest of the night was filled with dancing and drinks flowing. Every time you would be dancing, Matt would just give you this look. It makes your face heat up and your stomach hurt.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You walk out of the bar. The moon is already out, the cold air making your face sting.

You turn toward Matt, sucking on your teeth, smiling. “Matt, I had a really fun time tonight. I haven’t had one like this in a while.” You step closer to him, grabbing his hand. “I’ve never experienced something like this. You are just so… amazing.”

“Oh, you and your compliments,Matt. Well, I guess I should be going home now.” The last sentence is slow, hinting at something more.

“Y/n, I can’t let you walk home alone this late. Please let me walk you.” He follows after you, walking by your side. “Well, if you insist.” You don’t try to hide your happiness at the fact that you get to spend more time with him. All he does is huff out a laugh at your comment as you walk down the busy street.

“I can’t believe my feet don’t hurt. I danced so much…” You two start making small talk again while walking, getting into a rhythm.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

The normally long walk felt ridiculously short once you got to your door. All you want to do is take matters into your own apartment and talk all night and spend your morning with him. He makes you feel some weird type of way you’ve never felt before, like you could say something crazy, but at the end of the day, he will still be there. You don’t know how to ever thank him for becoming someone so constant in your life.

Before you get your keys out, you turn to Matt, looking at him. You step towards him, and he doesn’t the same. Only inches between your faces. You can hear the first song you danced to in the back of your head. You think, ‘This is it. I have to do it.’

You lean into him, hesitant for a moment but evidently closing the gap between the two of your lips, touching. His unsure hands come up to your waist as yours reach his face; he leans into the kiss, his tongue finding its way into your mouth. The two of you get into a rhythm.

When you pull away to catch your breath, chest moving up and down, you look up at him with a smile. You can’t read his face; the dim light coming from the moon casting a shadow on his face. You lean in for another kiss, but he abruptly stops, making you confused.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I can’t, not like this. I-“ He fidgets with his hands nervously. His words barely register in your brain; all you know is that you need to get out of there.

“Oh, I see. Goodnight, Matt.” You swiftly open your door, tears forming in your eyes. Embarrassment makes your chest hurt. You close the door in his face, not caring to hear another word. You feel gross; you dressed up all nice, put yourself out there just to get rejected.

Matt stayed outside of your apartment for 5 minutes, listening to you move around your apartment. Hearing you cry made him feel horrible, but he’s never done this before. He’s scared, so the best thing for him to do in his mind is give you space. As much as you need, and if you never talk to him again. He’ll understand.

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You get in the shower, washing off the sweat and makeup. Cold water hitting your skin sobering you up. You grab some ice cream and a spoon and sit in your bed, watching trashy reality TV shows. You look around your room at the decorations, the music, your clothing, and all you can think about is the fact that Matt wouldn’t enjoy this. Maybe you thought he enjoyed your loud clothes and crass personality, but he’s the exact opposite of you, and you need to accept that.

a/n: ahhhh hope you guys enjoyed hopefully I didn't leave you too sad. Please leave some love on the post <3 have a wonderful day bye byebye

more scienceteacher!matt x musicteacher!reader here

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red-might-be-dead · 1 year ago

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hello hi here to force strange thoughts into your brain once again, this time about jrwi (wow who could’ve guessed)

been thinking about this for a little but it’s basically what i think some campaigns would be if not podcasts, i haven’t listened to some of the older ones so i’m sorry they’re not on here :(( if you have any ideas feel free to add them btw :DD

RIPTIDE!!!!! - really long animated series

not an anime though, no matter how much grizzly wants it, it would be an animation style where the characters could have very clearly different nose, face and body shapes, really pushing my riptide nose agenda here sorry, each episode would be like 20-40 minutes long and instead of coming out in seasons there would be massive gaps in between episodes, from 2-6 months long, to leave time for writers and animators to get stuff done (massive team of animators btw, i feel like it would be pretty successful)

PRIME DEFENDERS!! - comics

literally nothing else they could be, just really well made, well performing comics (i’ve already talked about this before you can stalk my talk tag if you really want to find it lmao), the comic company making them would be keeping well away from movies n shit btw

APOTHEOSIS!!! - i wasn’t really sure about this one to be honest

i had to ask my friend and she said anime which i don’t agree with but i can see it, i think maybe a short book series where each book is 150 - 300 pages and is about a different god they have to kill/a different episode, i think that works but if anyone has any better ideas please tell me :D!!

BLOOD IN THE BAYOU!!! - i hate to say it, i really do…

bitb would be a really long really good 80s horror book with strong homoerotic undertones, a satisfied fanbase and lots of active members in the community making fan comics, films, writing, theories and art ect… until well after the book came out……….. and then it would be made into the most egregious and awful live action movie you have ever seen, the most awful casting (like chris pratt as officer dudes….. throws up) and even worse sfx, oh yeah and the characters would be ruined and the story would become so butchered it wouldn’t make sense, they would do some shit like cut out becky so kian just kisses some random lady (removing both a really good and well written character and a layer of kian’s character that i think is super important) and make rolan really be an evil bug spy the whole time so rand has to kill him to save the town also add in a whole new sub plot that never existed like the rand family is secretly a long line of bug alien hunters or something fucking stupid like that and the entire fanbase would murder whoever thought re-writing the story was a good idea (ahaha can you tell ive been through something like this before ahahaha, character morals and motives being removed and whatnot ahahahhahahaha.)

anyways………

THE SUCKENING!!! - live action series

it would be well made though, unlike the bitb movie it would be its own original thing, have great makeup and effects also be well casted and well shot, well written, ect ect, it would bloody and gory and not suitable for people who can’t handle showing bones and organs all over everywhere, lots of shitty rip off merch would be made though and the fandom would be 99% gay little freaks (normal suckening enjoyers) and 1% homophobic straight white men who get mad whenever they see soda and emizel having gay sex on screen or whatever fag shit that biting thing was

again feel free to add your thoughts and ideas and shit in the reblogs it would be nice to read them :DD!!

#red rambles relentlessly #jrwi show #jrwi pd #the suckening #jrwi riptide #jrwi apotheosis #jrwi bitb #jrwi spoilers #jrwi the suckening #jrwi prime defenders #bitb spoilers #suckening spoilers #i think i wrote some shit that could be considered spoilers in those two sections #definitely the bitb one #which i definitely didn’t base around a certain netflix adaptation of one of my old favourite books cough cough #I HATE THAT FILM SO MUCH WHY DID YOU DO THAT TO SOPHIES CHARACTER SHE IS SUPPOSED TO BE A BITCH STOP TRYING TO MAKE HER NICE #anyways like maybe one person who sees this post will know what that’s referencing #and i will admit the books weren’t perfect but at least the characterisation made sense #red hall of fame

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Chapter One: Scaredy-Cat

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this story is also on ao3, wattpad, and quotev under the same name ! <33

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A/N: Spot is here!!

Hey all! Okay so first things first thank you so much for all the support of the last chapter! It honestly means alot given that ive never written before lol. Alsoooo sorry for the radio-silence after the last release, i just graduated highschool! So yay for me :) also means that ill have much more time to write since its summer break for me now. Lastly,sorry if this chapter seemed kinda slow, I wanted to try to incorporate what this universes’ Felicia Hardys “canon events”(or what would be of her canon events) would look like in this chapter to set up a bit of backstory, as someone who doesn’t read the comics nor play the games, pls forgive any inaccuracies in Felicias lore as I am only going based off of wikipedia (plus in this story reader is a minor so I wanted to exclude the nsfw trauma that Felicia goes through in og story) I also wanted to find out a way how to integrate reader into the main plot which is why i decided to feature Spot in this chapter :D thanks again for the support and don’t forget that this chapter along with any future ones will be posted to ao3/tumblr under the same title!

P.S. Much more Spider-Miles/Black Cat interactions next chapter!!

Word Count: 1844

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You remembered it like it was yesterday.

Seven months ago, Brooklyn, New York.

Your father - The Black Cat’s face on every screen in the country, but most importantly yours.

BREAKING NEWS: WORLD-RENOWNED CAT BURGLAR CAUGHT IN THE ACT : IDENTITY SHOCKS THE NATION

…huh?

LIVE ON THE SCENE: ‘BLACK CAT’ REVEALED TO BE MULTI MILLIONAIRE WALTER HARDY AFTER RUN-IN WITH SPIDER-MAN

…no, this-

THIS JUST IN: CAT BURGLAR WALTER HARDY PRESUMED DEAD AT HEIST SCENE - POSSESSIONS TO BE TURNED IN TO OFFICIALS

This can’t be happening.

It was all too much at once.

He never kept it secret from you. You knew about your father’s job.

You knew all about what he did. The planning, the heists, the reselling, he had done it for years. And you knew all about it. But he had been doing this for years. Long enough to allow your family to live very comfortably. Long enough that you believed he would never be caught.

But yet there you were, all that you knew burned to the ground in a matter of minutes.

You remembered it like it was yesterday. Frantically packing everything you could into any bag you could find; clothes, money, pictures, weapons, anything - before they could take it away from you.

And when they did, it was brutal.

Live-streamed news coverage of men raiding your home, rummaging through your stuff- your father’s stuff- as if he never existed.

Soon enough there were auctions. Bids, worth millions, on your father’s items, broadcasted across the nation, with drinks and music and finger foods - they made a fucking sport out of it.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the cheers in the street after the big-bad-black-cat was pronounced dead. The endless praise Spider-man received, that of which he took with a smile on his face. You had wished you could kill him.

You remembered it like it was yesterday, the day Peter Parker died.

You laughed.

. . . . . . . . . .

Seven months later, Brooklyn, New York.

Ugh.

Muscles aching, you stretched up in your bed, and groaned. Ruffling the bedhead out of your hair, you reluctantly trudged out of your mattress to open a window. Coincidentally, one of your many cats was perched perfectly on its sill, wide-eyed and tail flicking in your direction.

“...This whole heist stuff is really catching up to me, huh?”

The cat stared. You sighed. You really had to get yourself some friends.

Ever since your fathers passing, you’ve basically been on your own. Shortly after all his (and your) possessions were seized, you hopped around until you managed to find shelter in a shitty apartment on the west side of town. You, fueled purely by spite (with a tasteful teeny tiny dash of vengeance on the side), inherited the criminal persona of your father, along with his criminal tendencies, and took upon yourself the name of The Black Cat.

All this time you’ve managed to keep your identity completely secret, not even your resellers knew who you were. That came with one major drawback though… you were extremely lonely.

Even with your frequent charity rounds around the community, noone really knew who you were. Even though Black Cat was nonviolent, the name was widely feared seemingly everywhere you went. Even with your days at school, the school you’ve been going to for months now, you made your way around the halls unnoticed.

Speaking of school, you were late.

Shit.

Spending ample time dazing out your window, you’ve completely lost track of time. You disregarded your hair and rushed to pull on your uniform. Stumbling around your complex you hastily dumped too large of a portion of cat food into the automatic feeder, something you’re sure the cats will be grateful for. Shoving a few snacks into your bag, you simultaneously shuffled into your school shoes, proceeding to dash out the door.

Sprinting down the stairs, nearly tripping once, twice, you whipped out your phone to check when the next bus route would arrive. 35 minutes.

Shitshitshit.

You paused, still in the stairwell, before turning to sprint in the opposite direction, towards the rooftop terrace. Creaking open the door, you checked to make sure noone else was up there before making your way towards the edge of the terrace. To anyone else but you, it would look like a young student was about to make an unfortunate decision and jump. And jump you did.

You fell for a few seconds, relishing in the way your stomach dropped. You’d never get tired of that feeling. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building. Pulling and releasing, you quickly fell into a swinging pattern, towards Brooklyn Visions.

Hidden from the eyes of civilians, you swung yourself through the shadows. Everyone looked so small from up there, and for a brief second, you found power in your lonesome. In the corner of your eye you noticed what seemed to be a lanky white figure clumsily flying through the air. (You paid it no mind).

Dropping down into a dark alleyway much closer to campus, you continued your mad dash towards the main entrance. Winded, you finally made your way inside the building, a thin layer of sweat shined on your forehead. The hallways were empty, class must be in session. You took a few steps forward, making your way towards your classroom until being knocked over by a student, very evidently in a hurry.

“Sorry! Sorry, I didn’t mean to-I’m just in a rush, I didn’t mean…”

The boy reached out his hand to help you up.

“Hey, it's no problem, I get it.”

You smiled, and took your hand in his. He hesitated for a moment, staring, brows furrowed at your now interlocked hands, before nodding and continuing his sprint down the hallways.

You took in his disheveled appearance, his wonky tie, his half-tucked shirt, untied laces, dark eyes, curly hair, brown skin, sweaty palms…

Your thoughts were quickly interrupted with the shrill ringing of the school bell. Suddenly, the hallways flooded with students rushing towards their next classes, you decided to follow suit.

On the other side of the hallway, Miles Morales lingered on how his spidey-sense flashed alarms in his head when his hand touched yours. Every nerve in his system telling him to run, fight, dodge, anything to get away from you-he couldn't put his finger on why. (He paid it no mind). Blaming it on nerves, Miles shoved his way through the packed hallways, dreading the meeting waiting for him in the guidance counselor's office.

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

School was a bust, as always. Nothing new, you made your way through the rest of the day unnoticed. As always. But you didn’t have time to think about that right now.

At the moment, you were in the middle of going through numerous number-codes on a padlock blocking the vault door to an extremely expensive gemstone. You’ve been salivating over this stone for weeks now, planning out how and when exactly you would strike to get this thing in your hands. You could see it now, the headlines, the chaos, after some rando millionaire’s little rock was taken from him…

“Woah, hey, you’re new!”

You flinched, hard. Whipping around towards the source of this unusually chipper voice. You were met with… a cow? … Man?

You stared, hard.

“Okay, hey. The ogling isn’t necessary… I just-”

The cowman’s sentence was cut short with a quick lash of your whip, that of which he caught…? Your whip seemed to phase right through a large black hole on his torso, the opposite end appearing in a similar black hole right behind you, the whips end striking your back. You cried out, hit with the full force of your lash.

Sinister giggles emerged from the spotted figure, pointed towards your pained form. You trembled, in shock.

“It’s rude to interrupt.”

Spot stepped slowly towards you, his…well, spots, whirring aggressively, pointedly. You were frozen on the ground. Staring up at him, your lips trembled open.

“What,” You coughed. Once, twice. “-what are you?”

The black and white figure straightened, only to then fold over into a dramatic, hilariously unthreatening pose.

“You, can call me… The Sp-”

“Some sort of cow?” You snickered. It was now his turn to flinch, hard.

“I am NOT a-” The cow cleared his throat. “I am not a cow…whydoeseveryonesaythat…I, am the most dangerous villain you’ve ever seen, The Spo-”

“I mean, what’s with that getup?” The grin on your face grew. “Is that… is that supposed to be a costume? Orrrr…”

The Spot sighed, defeated. “...it’s skin.”

“It’s skin?”

“Yes, yes, now I-”

You stood up, energy back and eyes crinkled.

“Wow, that’s…hm, interesting…skin, that’s skin? Sorry, sorry-listen man, I uh, I really gotta get back to this, so if you don’t mind?”

Stepping backwards in offence, the spotted figure shook in anger before swinging out his arm, releasing numerous dark voids around the room. Hitting practically every surface, but one most importantly, landing on the vault door, separating you, from your stone.

“Ah-wait-”

Swiftly, The Spot weaved his way through his holes, limbs popping up and out around the room in a way you couldn’t even begin to reach for your whip.

No way was he about to take it from you.

But take it, he did.

In what felt like seconds, the whole room was engulfed in black. Stumbling backwards, you fell through one of the voids, flailing ungracefully, swimming through nothing.

It was hard to breathe.

A shrill crackling terrorized your ears, and before you, appeared a very disheveled Spot, now fully black with white spots, facial dot whirring and trained on you.

Gem in hand.

Panic.

You were panicking. The sound of blood thrummed in your ears as you squirmed around in nothingness. Fuck the rock, you just had to get out of here.

A cold hand grabs your wrist, dragging you upwards, towards the crackling form.

For the second time today, you were frozen.

“I am not a cow,”

The form spoke lowly.

“I am not some villain of the week”,

Frozen still, you did nothing but stare straight into his glare.

“I. Am. The Spot”.

Suddenly, you were dropped. For the second time today, your stomach dropped with you. Next thing you know you’re falling through another void, leading not into darkness, but through the city skyline. Seeing the ground get closer, you released your grappling hook and latched onto the nearest building.

As soon as your feet reached a solid surface, your legs buckled. Heaving, you failed to process what just took place, heart pounding in your ears.

“...the fuck was that?”

. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Miles received word of commotion taking place downtown, something to do with spots. He had hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was, and it was. It was, and was so much worse.

Dark spots littered a large manor, maniacal cackling emerging from its center. In the corner of his eye a familiar masked figure hunched over, breathing rapidly, staring straight ahead at the mess of spots.

(He paid it some mind.)

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