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[leeyoomisdoll]

Se-Mi’s Rescue.

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Se-Mi x Fem!reader

Synopsis: In which you’re on the border of death during the red light, green light game until Se-Mi shows up to rescue you.

a/n: I will write my other requests tomorrow or next week! I’ve been sort of busy. :( I’ll try my best to finish them though!

Its eerie robotic voice echoed in the bloody battlefield.

“Green light.”

We shuffled forward, the terror of the previous rounds still weighing heavy on us. Each step felt like a gamble with death, and my legs trembled beneath me.

“Red light.”

I froze mid-step, holding my breath. Beside me, people stood motionless and their gaze nervously flitted between the giant doll at the other end of the field. Its inert nodding head moved from side to side grasping for what to do.

I’d already seen what happened to those who made even the smallest mistake. The first shots had sent chaos through the crowd, and I had almost turned to run until the reality of the situation struck. Running meant certain death.

The doll’s head stopped moving.

“Green light.”

I made myself walk on, painfully slow. My muscles felt stiff, my body unwilling to obey. Every second was a mental struggle battle between life and the terrible terror of life.

I was at least near the middle of the finish line when the accident happened. I fell subsequently to my foot impact on a dirt piece hitting my sartorius and knee. I can hear my body land on the floor all at once (and the doll too), in the stillness, and I can see the doll's head slowly turn to me.

Panic hit me like a wave. I clambered to my feet, hands getting stuck in the dirt. I felt fear begin, breathing became shallow as I desperately tried to hold myself up.

“Stay still.”

The voice was piercing, but deep, piercing like a knife in my fear. I turned my head just enough to see her—Se-Mi. She was crouched a short distance below, with her intensely focused stare fixed on me. Her very dark and long hair was unkempt, but her face was firm.

“Don’t move,” she repeated, her tone steady. “Stay down.”

“Red light.”

I froze, my body trembling with fear. My hands were on the ground and my knees were screaming in pain from the force of the landing. I did not have the courage to take a breath, much less even look at the doll.

A long, suffocating silence passed. My heart beat in my chest so hard that it felt It would expose me. But no shots came.

The doll’s voice rang out again.

“Green light.”

“Crawl toward me,” Se-Mi whispered. Her gaze momentarily went to the doll and then back to me. “Slowly. Don’t rush.”

When I started wriggling in the dirt on my hands and knees with my arms trembling. Each step felt like a chance, a roll of the dice, even the smallest movement and the risk of killing myself.

“Red light.”

I froze, my face still pressed against the ground. I wasn't even able to raise my head to see where Se-Mi was gone. Simply, I hoped I was close enough to her in the hope of it working.

“Green light.”

Her hand reached out toward me, her fingers steady. I extended my hand, and my hand shook when I grasped hers. She got me to move quickly in one fluid motion, bringing me to my knees.

“You’re okay,” she murmured, her voice low but reassuring. “Just stay with me.”

From then on, I followed her lead. Se-Mi moved accurately, every move perfectly in time to the beat of the game. She was tranquil, undeterred, and yet in her composure something about her reassurance calmed me.

We progressed incrementally, the goal line getting closer with each utterance of “Green light. The moment the voice of the doll changed 'Red light, we all stood still, as if tethered together by an unseen thread.

The field behind us was chaos. A man did so as he fell, and shots rang out. A woman fell to the ground, her body lifeless. I did not have the courage to look back, but I could tell that it all just weighed down on me.

Se-Mi didn’t falter. Her focus was unyielding, her gaze locked ahead.

“Green light.”

We moved again, our steps slow but deliberate. When the finish line was constricted, almost, I could almost taste it.

“Red light.”

We stopped, the air heavy with tension.

“Green light.”

With one final step, we crossed the line. My legs gave way from under me, and I hit the floor, catching my breath as I struggled to get air.

For a short time I could not reason, could not make sense of what had just occurred. The only thing I felt was relief—pure, overwhelming relief.

“You’re safe now,” Se-Mi said, crouching beside me. Her hand rested on my shoulder, firm but comforting.

I looked up at her, tears stinging my eyes. “I-I thought I was going to die.”

Almost," she said, flatly. She was just stating the truth. “But you didn’t. And now you know what it takes to survive.”

I nodded, though her words didn’t feel reassuring.

She straightened, her gaze drifting back to the field. People still lived in those places and threw to make it across the goal line. All other participants took decisions too fast, to the extent that fear would make them to take wrong decisions. Others hesitated too much, their indecision becoming their downfall.

Se-Mi observed it all in a blasé way, her arms crossed, on her chest.

Why did you do that for me?," I whispered even more audibly.

She gazed down at me, but not so cold any longer. “Because you needed it,” she said simply. “And because I need allies in here.”

Her words hung in the air, heavy with implication.

“If you want to make it through this, she continued, “you’ll need to stay calm. Think before you move. And trust me.”

I nodded again, this time with more conviction.

Se-Mi, gave me her hand and I grasped it, I let her draw me up to my feet.

“Come on,” she said, her tone more matter-of-fact now. “This is just the beginning.”

As I stood beside her, I couldn’t help but feel a strange mix of gratitude and fear. Gratitude for her saving me when she didn’t have to. Fear for what would come next.

But one thing was certain: I wasn’t going to make it through this alone. Now, Se-Mi was the only one I could confide in.

[tqlepatia]

─ Headcanons young ambessa

Certified big spoon

Ambessa was always the big spoon, no negotiations. She loved wrapping herself around you, making you feel safe and snug. It wasn’t just a comfort thing; it was her way of saying, “I’ve got you, don’t worry about a thing.” If you ever tried to switch it up and be the big spoon? She’d just laugh and drag you right back into her arms like, “Nah, nice try, but this is my job.”

Cigarette Hater with her soul

Smoking? no. She hated the smell with a burning passion. If someone lit up near her, she’d literally wave the smoke away and hit them with a “Do you have to do that right now?” If you smoked, she’d pull some petty drama like refusing to kiss you until you brushed your teeth or popped a mint. “Kiss me when you don’t smell like an ashtray, babe.”

if mess w/you, is messing with her

She was ride or die for the people she cared about. If someone even looked at you funny or the wrong way, Ambessa was already cracking her knuckles, ready to throw hands. She wouldn’t always make a scene (unless it was deserved), but trust, she’d have a very direct convo with anyone who crossed the line. Messing with her loved ones = bad life choice.

Morning mushball

She acted all tough, but mornings were her soft hours. She’d stay in bed, groaning about “five more minutes” while pulling you into a bear hug. Honestly, it was the only time you’d catch her all cuddly and vulnerable without her usual walls up. Nights? Whole different story—she’d be all business and focus, but you could still sneak in and bug her for affection if you were bold.

Lowkey Sentimental

Ambessa had a secret stash of sentimental stuff she’d never admit to keeping. That random flower you gave her one time? Pressed in a book. A doodle you left on her notes? Saved. She wasn’t gonna talk about it, but if you ever found the stash, she’d play it off like, “What? It’s nothing. Don’t make it weird.”

Goofy, but only in private

Around other people, she was all stoic and intimidating, but when it was just you? Full clown behavior. She loved teasing you, throwing sarcastic one-liners, or doing dumb stuff like dramatically mimicking your expressions just to make you laugh. Catch her laughing at her own jokes? All bets are off.

Stubborn af

If Ambessa thought she was right about something, good luck changing her mind. She’d dig her heels in and argue for hours. The only way to win? Either outsmart her with some clever logic or just kiss her mid-rant. She’d roll her eyes and be like, “Fine, you win—for now.”

Thrived on chaos

She had this wild side where she’d do things just for the adrenaline rush. Climbing something dangerous? Breaking a rule just because she could? All in a day’s work. If you hesitated, she’d smirk and say, “What’s life without a little chaos, babe?” Then drag you into whatever nonsense she had planned.

Affection

Once Ambessa decided you were her person, that was it. She’d back you up no matter what and stand by you through thick and thin. But if you betrayed her? Game over. She wasn’t about giving second chances easily—she’d cut you off so fast your head would spin.

Loyal to the bone

Young Ambessa was basically a mix of “don’t mess with me” energy and “I’ll secretly spoil the people I love.” She’d act tough, but if you were lucky enough to get close, you’d see that big ol’ heart under all the sharp edges.

[hoshifighting]

Hiii, today I was scrolling through TT and found out that during THE act, the vagigas sometimes make the "farting" kind of noises because of the air inside. Soooo my first thought was, what do you think SVT's reaction would be if it happened during your nasty time👀

And also, God bless you and your talent, thank you for sharing your works and making my life a little better 🙏

seventeen reaction to queefing

WARNINGS: smut, sensitive content.

seungcheol: your eyes go wide, and you're immediately like, “oh my god, i’m so sorry,” scrambling to pull the blanket over your head like it’s a shield from embarrassment. this man doesn’t even blink. “baby, what?” he chuckles, all warm and raspy like he’s genuinely confused why you’re apologizing. “that’s normal. you think i care about that? nah, keep going. don’t even start, baby girl. you’re not running away from because of something like this.”

jeonghan: you freeze, horrified, your cheeks blazing as you blurt out, “oh my god, that wasn’t—” “hey, hey,” jeonghan interrupts, lifting his head to look at you with that stupidly pretty face of his. “don’t even think about it.” “it’s embarrassing!” “it’s air.” he raises an eyebrow like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. you groan, trying to cover your face, but he gently tugs your hands away, planting a kiss on the tip of your nose. “relax, babe. you think i’m gonna stop worshipping you over something that happens to literally everyone? no way.”

joshua: when you freeze faster than someone caught stealing snacks at 2 a.m. joshua pauses too, blinking like he’s processing it. then he tilts his head, a soft smile creeping onto his face. “its okay.” he says, his voice soft and reassuring, like he’s trying to calm a spooked puppy. “yeah, but it’s… ugh!” you groan, wanting the bed to swallow you whole. he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your shoulder. “y/n, seriously, it’s not a big deal.” when he moves to kiss you properly, his hands trailing up your sides, you realize he’s deadass unfazed. the man’s unshakable.

junhui: his first reaction is to get wide-eyed “woah, was that—?” “jun, no,” you cut him off, absolutely mortified. “nah, don’t do that.” his voice softens as he cups your face, looking at you like you’re the only person in the world. “it’s fine, babe, I swear..”

hoshi: you’d barely even noticed it happened, but he would. blinking like his brain just blue-screened. you’re already spiraling, trying to bury your face in the pillow. “oh my god, i’m so sorry—” “no, no, babe!” he’s quick to stop you, his voice practically tripping over itself. “it’s fine, it’s fine! actually, it’s kinda funny, right? like, pfft.” you peek up at him, and the man’s already cracking up, his laugh so contagious you can’t help but smile. “you’re not mad?” “mad? babe, why would I get mad?” you can’t even be embarrassed anymore because he’s so earnest about it, his hands gently pulling you back to him.

wonwoo: he blinks once, twice, and then tilts his head slightly like he’s processing. “dont worry, it’s not like you planned it.” h “yeah, but…” “no ‘buts,’” he interrupts, brushing his lips against yours. “then let me put it simply: i don’t care. i just care about you.”

woozi: then he clears his throat, trying to pretend he didn’t hear anything. but you’re immediately scrambling to apologize, cheeks flaming. “i swear i didn’t—” “stop,” woozi cuts you off. he sits back slightly, giving you space as his eyes meet yours. “you don’t need to explain. it’s not a big deal. it’s just air. you think that’s gonna scare me off or something?” you blink at him, his calm behavior throwing you off. “uh, i don’t know. maybe?” he huffs out a laugh, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth. “you’re ridiculous,” he murmurs. “it’s normal, and it doesn’t change how much i’m into you. so, relax, okay?”

minghao: you immediately stiffen, your hands flying to your face as you groan. “oh my god, hao, i’m so sorry.” he doesn’t even falter, just gives you a calm, amused look. “y/n, why are you apologizing?” “because—ugh! you know why!” “nothing to apologize for.” “but it’s so embarrassing.” “to who?” he counters, his hands sliding down your sides, grounding you. “not to me. now, can we move past this and get back to what we were doing?”

mingyu: holds you when you’re already trying to roll away from him, muttering a frantic string of apologies. “woah, woah, babe!” mingyu’s big hands are quick to pull you back, his voice full of concern. “what’s wrong?” “what’s wrong? you heard that!” he blinks, clearly confused for a second, and then realization dawns on his face. instead of laughing, he smiles. “oh, that? babe, that’s nothing.” “it’s still embarrassing,” you mumble, avoiding his eyes. “hey, you know I don’t care about stuff like that, right? it’s just us here. no judgment. ever.”

seokmin: it happens, and the room goes silent. you’re already halfway to a meltdown. he’s biting his lip, trying so hard not to laugh, but you can see the corners of his mouth twitching. “sorry, sorry,” he says quickly, waving his hands. “i’m not laughing at you, i swear.” “but you’re laughing!” you groan, trying to bury yourself in the sheets. he gently tugs the sheets down, his expression softening. “okay, listen. it’s not a bad thing, and then this little human moment happens, and it’s kind of adorable.” “adorable?!” he grins, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “yeah. because it’s you. now, come here and stop hiding from me.”

seungkwan: you immediately sit up, your face buried in your hands. “oh no kwannie,” seungkwan sits up too, rubbing your back gently. “y/n, it’s fine. seriously.” “it’s not fine! it’s so embarrassing!” “babe,” he says, his tone both gentle and slightly exasperated, “do you know how many awkward things I’ve done in my life? this doesn’t even make the top 100.” you glance at him, and he gives you a reassuring smile.

vernon: would 100% just act like it didn’t happen, not because he’s trying to be cool, but because he genuinely doesn’t think it’s a big deal. like, he hears it, goes, “huh,” and moves on with life. later, if you bring it up, he’d be like, “oh, yeah, that. it’s normal, right?” but also, he’s got this tiny smirk like he secretly finds it funny but isn’t about to embarrass you over it. chillest mf alive.

chan: this baby would be so flustered but trying so hard to play it cool. he’d pause, his ears would go all red, and he’d be like, “uh… are you okay?” and when you explain, he’d just nod all serious like, “oh, yeah, that’s normal. totally normal. happens all the time, i think. yeah.” but you know he’s silently combusting inside. later, he’d probably google it just to make sure he handled it right. adorably awkward but trying his best.

[sanjisleggy]

this love of mine (trafalgar law x reader) [pt1]

summary: Trafalgar Law’s sudden discovery of your past ties to Straw Hat Luffy and Fire Fist Ace leaves his emotions in shambles

a/n: it’s my first time writing for Law and i’m a bit nervous but imma try my best!! i’m basing my interpretation of his personality on his appearance so far in punk hazard + some fics i’ve read of him before ;;0;; i’ve been struggling with this for like almost 3 days now so imma split this into 2 parts and hope the second part isn’t as tough to write :’D 

contents: set during Sabaody Archipelago arc w/ spoilers (?) from Luffy’s childhood, Luffy’s older sister!reader, Law has to deal with his feelings and is a Mess, Ace is causing trouble without even being physically present, jealousy, insecurity, angst

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part 2

i. 

as Trafalgar Law watches the infamous Straw Hat captain sucker punch a Celestial Dragon, the very last thing he expects to hear is you shouting the boy’s name.

“Luffy?!” you nearly scream, jumping out of your seat beside your captain. all of the eyes that were initially glued to the ruckus now turn to you, including that of Monkey D. Luffy; and it isn’t lost on Law how the furious scowl on the younger man’s face almost instantly morphs into a giant smile.

“(Y/N)!” Luffy yells in return as he waves his arms around wildly. “i can’t believe you’re here! you made it, too!!”

Law is vaguely aware of Shachi and Penguin whispering animatedly to each other behind him but he can’t really be bothered to listen to them right now, not when you so recklessly leap into action once the fighting begins.

he and Bepo watch silently as you strike guard after guard with your signature weapon–a long metal pipe–while you move in tandem with Straw Hat Luffy. it’s almost seamless, the way he and you work around each other’s moves, as if the other’s fighting pattern is almost engraved into your very muscles.

“woah, what the hell?” Shachi comments aloud. “i never knew (Y/N) was friends with Straw Hat. did you, captain?” Law only manages a loose shake of his head, a million thoughts running through his mind as he continues to observe how different you seem as you fight beside Luffy.

in all the years Law has known you, you’ve always struck him as a level-headed fighter and an overall extremely calm and collected person–it’s one of the many reasons he fell for you to begin with. and yet here you are, having leapt into action seemingly without a second thought, all for a boy Law didn’t even know you were associated with until right now.

“you guys don’t think she hid this from us on purpose, right?” Penguin suggests in a tone tinged with slight embarrassment, as though uncomfortable at the idea of even thinking you’d been wilfully hiding something from everyone.

“no… she must’ve had a reason…” Bepo replies, idly hugging Law’s sword as his eyes continue to trace your movements at the front of the auction house. he winces when you land a particularly harsh blow against one of the Celestial Dragon’s guards.

as the conversation awkwardly dies out, Law can’t help but feel the eyes of his crewmates looking his way almost expectedly. he doesn’t blame them, after all, it’s no secret you’ve been dating for quite a while now. if anyone was to be the most shocked at this discovery, it’d have to be him.

“and here i was thinking you were never gonna wake up,” an unfamiliar voice spoke as Law’s eyes fluttered open. head spinning, he groaned and tried to rub his face with his hands, only to wince when a sharp pain bloomed over his palms. “your hands got burned a bit. i don’t think they’ll scar but you shouldn’t try to move them so much for now.”

“who are you?” he croaked as he blinked away the blurriness in his vision and was greeted by the sight of an unfamiliar room. “where am i?”

“i’m (Y/N) and i don’t know where we are,” you replied simply. “all i know is that you almost died and i saved your life.”

“why?”

“do i need a reason?”

the sudden sound of a gunshot tears across the auditorium and is followed by a cacophony of gasps as all eyes turn to the stage where just mere seconds ago, one of the Celestial Dragons stood with a gun pointed at a mermaid. 

Law feels his heart sink when he realises what you’ve done.

standing on wobbly knees, you let your pipe fall to the ground with a loud clang. before you lies the unconscious body of a lady Celestial Dragon with her gun now sitting a few metres away from her unmoving hand. 

you’d moved without thinking after seeing the way Luffy and his crewmates shouted when the mermaid’s life was put in danger. the dots connected in your head and it gave you all the reason you needed to risk it all for his friend.

he is, after all, your beloved baby brother.

“(Y/N)!” two distinct voices cry your name at the same time as blood begins to pour out of your stomach, the warm red liquid seeping through your fingers as you clutch your wound in vain. out of the corner of your eye, you can see Luffy sprinting towards you but out of instinct, you scan the scattering crowd in search of your captain. 

the moment your eyes meet, you’re shambled into his arms. 

“what’s the matter with you?!” Law hisses under his breath before he lays you down carefully on the ground. “you’re never this reckless. why’d you–”

“hey! you!” Luffy barks, pointing a finger in your partner’s direction. in true Luffy-fashion, he completely ignores the countless guards and marines as they continue to charge towards him, only to get beaten down by his crewmates before they can even get close. “give me my big sister back!”

“SISTER?!” exclaims a chorus of voices, a combination of his crew and your own.

you can only manage a sheepish smile when Law glances down at you with a flabbergasted look on his face.

ii.

“you should join my crew.” he’d spoken so casually, as though such a proposition wasn’t potentially life-changing for a lone wolf like yourself. 

after you managed to find his crew mates and lead them back to your temporary hideout, you’d been invited onto their submarine with the offer to drop you off anywhere you’d like. unable to think of any place in particular, you decided to stick around for a bit and before you knew it almost six months had passed by.

“i mean, you’ve stuck around this long,” Law continued after realising you weren’t going to respond any time soon, “you must trust us to some capacity, right?” 

he’d hit the bullseye without even trying. 

you liked the Heart Pirates, you really did, but your journey from the very day you departed from your home island was wrought with hurt and betrayal. after countless encounters with scummy captains and their shitty crews, you swore you’d go solo until you could find one of your brothers again. it didn’t matter which: Ace, Sabo or Luffy. 

they were the only ones you could trust, after all.

the commotion dies down after a strong wave of Haki washes over the room, followed by the thuds of countless unconscious bodies unceremoniously hitting the ground. everyone turns their attention to the culprit–everyone except you and the man currently patching you up.

kneeling over you, Law silently sanitises and bandages your gunshot wound after ensuring there wasn’t any fragments left in your flesh. he’d been deadly quiet after Luffy announced to the world his ties to you as your brother and you aren’t entirely sure if this is the regular Law kind of quiet or the bad kind of quiet. something in you heart says it’s the latter and yet your boyfriend tends to your wounds so tenderly, as if he isn’t upset in the slightest.

once he’s done, he even helps you to your feet slowly and carefully, though still not saying a single word. 

after a while of watching the Straw Hats speak to an old man who showed up out of nowhere, Luffy comes running your way. it isn’t lost on you how Law’s shoulders tense up in response as he inches closer towards you until the back of his hands brushes against yours. 

“(Y/N)!” he laughs before throwing himself against you and pulling you into a tight hug. although it really hurts your wound, you can’t help but smile as he nuzzles his cheek affectionately against yours. “i’ve missed you so much! i can’t believe you’re here of all places! did you see my wanted poster? i have a super awesome crew now, you should meet them–”

Law observes as the Straw Hat captain yaps endlessly whilst you gaze down at him with a softness in your eyes your boyfriend foolishly thought had always been reserved solely for him.

“oh! and i met Ace in Alabasta and he told me to give this to you if i ever see you,” Luffy says as he rummages through his pockets before pulling out a ring strung on a chain. “Ace also told me to tell you that he misses you lots and hopes to see you again soon!”

Ace? surely it’s not Fire Fist Ace? what connection do you have with him, of all people? what else have you been keeping from me?

though, now that he thinks about it, Law never would’ve expected you to be siblings with Straw Hat Luffy, who’s to say you aren’t associated with other infamous pirates? since the day you agreed to be his girlfriend, he’d been under the impression he knows who you are, as you do with him, but now he’s not so sure anymore. 

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[dollzites]

⏦ﾟ♡︎ “CAN YOU WATCH A SHOW WITH ME?”

୨ৎ pairing: boyfriend!gdragon x fem reader ft top 🤭

୨ৎ genre: fluff!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

୨ৎ summary: for some reason he never wanted to seem like the type to enjoy dramas or any sort of reality show but when it came to you? he would do anything to spend time with you and that’s what you enjoyed doing the most! watching a good ole kdrama. what he didn’t expect is getting into it so much he kept watching.. even when you weren’t home.

୨ৎ from myeong: hello! hello!! so happy to receive this request especially for my sweet jiyong ): absolutely loving all of the new content with him recently!! how are you guys feeling about it? anyway! please enjoy this and thank you for being here x

“princess? I’m home!” a gasp left your lips once hearing the familiar voice of your beloved boyfriend jiyong, you quickly ditched the bag of chocolates that were just about gone and ran into his warm arms. his long hours at the studio killed the both of you in several ways even when he would call to invite you over because it would just be him for a little while, you never could. the part time job you took on to stay busy when he was had ruined perfect moments of spending quality time together. jiyong would urge you to quit and be by his side but the cafè was a place that you loved the most and it was harder than ever to give it up. when you were a child your dream was to become a baker or a small cafè owner and getting to work in one was the most precious thing that you since it had been the closest to owning one—being delusional is the key to everything.

“oh, my pretty girl I missed you so much. what have you been doing without me, hm?” jiyong left a trail of gentle kisses down your neck lightly biting on the skin like he always did, his hands on your waist keeping you close to his body. shrugging your shoulders and giving him a small pout he reached up and poked at your lips before kissing them and grabbing ahold of your hand to pull you towards the living room. “jiyong? please can you watch a show with me? please! you’ll like it I promise you will.” so that’s what you wanted from him. a chuckle left his lips and he slowly nodded his head while falling against the soft cushion and bringing you down with him, another gasp leaving your lips while your hands were placed against his shoulders. “seriously?! you will!? this is great! it’s called bloodhounds and you’ll like it! I promise. I can’t wait to watch it with you.” a childish squeal of joy left you as you pushed yourself off of him and jumped around the living room a few times before disappearing into the kitchen, grabbing a few of his favorite snacks just so he would remain happy while you both watched the show.

it was harder than ever for jiyong to just sit and watch something with you because he was always distracted by every little thing you would do, leaning his body forward to press a quick kiss to your lips or cheek. his arms would be wrapped around you tightly and he would sometimes stop watching just to stare at you wanting to see all your reactions to certain scenes in the show finding it adorable when you looked shocked or confused. jiyong finally started paying attention after the first fight scene that took place and he had to admit that it caught his attention because if that was you in this situation he would do anything to save you. “you know, if that was you I would do my best to fight and save you even if I died trying.” feeling his lips against your ear made you giggle and you turned to look at him shaking your head, “no! I would never let you do such a thing and hurt yourself. don’t talk like that.” even if that would never happen thinking about it broke you in several ways and your body leaned slightly to give him a peck before turning to watch the show again. jiyong just smiled and let his head rest against your shoulder while you both continued the show.

finding yourself staring at the clock on the wall counting down the minutes until you’re off and running all the way back to your shared apartment with jiyong to finish the show you started a few days ago, your coworker noticed and only laughed at you looking so determined to get out of here even if you loved the job. “I see you’re excited to get out of here.” she spoke up and broke you from the weird trance you had been in while staring at the clock, “I am. jiyong and I started a show together and I’m so excited to finish it with him. we’ve never watched a show like this together!” your coworker could only give you a sweet smile. she always thought the both of you were perfect together. she was an older woman who’d give you advice when you needed it the most and how to go about things and if it wasn’t for her then jiyong wouldn’t be in your life right now. “go ahead. we’re just about to close anyway I think keeping him waiting any longer won’t be a good idea.” another giggle left her lips and your eyes widened nodding your head frantically and quickly ditching the apron you wore while baking and making drinks. quickly giving you a hug before running out the door and waving to her while you could still see her little frame in the shop, you ran all the way to the apartment.

luckily for you the cafè was only down the road so it wasn’t anything major to get there and back to the apartment. not paying attention to your surroundings because of the excitement rushing through your veins you felt your body crash into another, much broader and larger than your own. gasping and looking up to immediately apologize to the stranger—your eyes widened seeing it was seunghyun. “hey!! what are you doing here?! it’s so nice to see you again but I’m super busy and have to go. give me and jiyong a call and we can all hang out!” you nodded at him while giving him a very quick but tight hug before taking off down the hallway probably looking like a crackhead at this point but you could careless. finally entering the apartment and rushing to the living room your eyebrows furrowed at the sight in front of you and jiyong quickly grabbed the remote to get rid of the evidence you had already saw. “jiyong… what’s this?” you asked stepping a bit closer finally seeing the end credits and you lunged forward to grab the remote from him seeing he was indeed on the last episode. “jiyong!!” yelling at him and pouting your lips as you turned to look at him in disbelief that he would finish without you. by the look on his face you could tell he felt bad but he was so curious to see what happened and couldn’t wait any longer. his arms slowly wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him even though you tried to fight back he was still much stronger than you. “you knew I was so excited to watch this with you. why would you finish it without me?” trying your best to sound mean or intimidating in a way but it didn’t exactly work when he found you so cute even during a time like this.

“I’m sorry baby, I was so curious to see what was going to happen but let’s continue, hm? I’ll act as if I never watched it before just for you and then we can be shocked together!” you smacked his chest since he had already given a little bit away with the word that he decided to use. “fine..” you started but didn’t finish when he pressed his lips against your own in a sweet kiss and he knew that would make things better since you loved his soft lips so much. smiling into the kiss you grabbed his face with your smaller hands and kept him close to you, the kiss lasting a few more moments before you wrapped your arms around his neck and crawled into his lap. “missed you so much today. let’s make something to eat and watch the show please.” jiyong nodded his head and pressed a few kisses to the side of your face before picking you up and bringing the both of you to the kitchen, deciding to order take out and not worry about cooking anything else.

[miley1442111]

videos and violence- a.hotchner

summary: an unsub capturing you makes for a pretty interesting love confession

pairing: aaron hotchner x bau!fem! reader

warnings: mention of reader being hurt, violence, mental, physical, emotional abuse, regular criminal minds topics (i think that's it? PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED SOMETHING)

not entirely proofread

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You knew you had to take in your surroundings, try to remember what had happened before, think. 

All you knew was that one moment, you were on your way home from work, and the next you had a bruising grip on the back of your head, leading you through the hallways of this dusty, dark, shithole. 

Suddenly, he stopped. He was a man, obviously, 5’7ish, buff build, dark clothing that doesn’t fit him correctly, strong, shoes a size too big, and a balaclava. “Get in there, bitch.” American accent, deep voice, but definitely grew up in Washington. There was a chance you were still in Washington.

He shoved you down the stairs, into a basement. When you came to, your head was bleeding and you’d definitely broken a few ribs. You just hoped that Aaron would find you. You tended to your wound as best you could and allowed yourself to rest, knowing more would be to come. You had to figure out why he wanted you. Was it because he knew you worked for the FBI, or were you just the closest woman to him? 

The ground was cold and hard, but it would do for one night. You hoped this would be one night. You hoped the team could solve it. 

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“Where’s Agent Y/l/n?” Morgan asked, sitting beside Spencer in the briefing room. 

“Late,” Rossi grunted. 

“She’s never late,” Penelope argued. “She’s never been late a day in her life and she didn’t answer any of my phone calls this morning.”

Aaron Hotchner, your secure, steady, collected, and calm boss, began to sweat a little. The same thing had happened to him, you weren’t answering his calls, there was no ‘I got home safe’ text, and you didn’t answer your door when he knocked on it that morning. 

“I’m sure she’s just sick,” Rossi shot back, trying to put Penelope at ease. “She’s a big girl, you don’t need to baby her.” 

Aaron didn’t miss the way Rossi looked at him during that last part. He wasn’t babying you, he’d never do that. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe, make sure he got to see that beautiful smile everyday. 

“We have a case,” Aaron announced. “Right here in Washington.”

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No matter how loud you screamed, he didn’t stop. He kept hitting, and punching, and hurting. By the time you walked back down to your basement, you were exhausted, bruised, and scared. You were slightly losing hope that Aaron and the team were going to find you, because he was ramping up his activity. He was more violent, more attentive to you, watched you more, got closer, stayed closer. And he wasn’t feeding you. He had no intention of keeping you alive. But he was filming you. You’d noticed the hundreds of cameras all over the room, all pointing to you. 

“What do you do for work?” he asked from the darkness of the top of the stairs. 

“Paperwork,” you lied. “FBI paperwork.”

“You work for the Federal Bureau of Investigations?” he asked.

You nodded. “It’s boring.”

“How much do you make?” 

“About 90 grand a year,” you offered. “What about you? What do you do?”

“I’m a baker,” he answered. “I work in the cafe on 14th street.”

“I like that place,” you chuckled painfully. “Makes good bread. My boyfriend loves it.”

“You have a boyfriend?” he asked. 

“Yeah, but he’s out of state at the minute. Work stuff,” you lied. “What about you?”

“A girlfriend? No, no,” he chuckled, rubbing his hands together. It’s like he watched a movie to find out how to be a villain, I mean, come on. “No one for me.”

“What’s your boyfriend's name?” he asked. 

Well, now or never. “Aaron Hotch,” you answered calmly. 

“And what is it that you love about Aaron?”

You could feel yourself tearing up, you knew he was about to take you for another torture session, and you didn’t know if it would be your last. There was a slim chance Aaron would see this, if he ever caught the guy. Now or never. “I love Aaron because he makes me feel safe. He smiles at me all the time which is nice because he doesn’t smile often. He knows everything about me, and he’s still here. He’s the sweetest person I’ve ever met, even though he puts on a brave face everyday. He cares deeply about the people around him, and he tries to hide the way he worries about people, but he can’t. He just cares too much. He’s wonderful, if I’m being honest. He always brings me home stuff from your bakery, the one on 14 the street, it’s our favourite date night tradition.” 

“Good, very good. I know exactly who you’re talking about,” he smirked. “I’ll make sure he gets this, and the videos of the torture.”

You grimaced. 

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“He takes women of all races, hair colours, eye colour, etc. He doesn’t keep them for more than three days, he videos the torture and sends it to us. He’s had three women so far-” Morgan thought out loud. 

“A new video just came in Hotch,” Penelope burst into the room, tears in her eyes. “I-It’s-”

“No!” Morgan and Spencer both jumped up, disbelief coating their features. Aaron stayed still, a wash of rage and terror rolling over him. You’d been gone for two days, they had one more to find you. 

“Give me the laptop, the rest of you don’t need to see this,” he ordered, taking the laptop out of her hands as she ran straight to Morgan for comfort. Rossi stopped him before he left. 

“You sure you want to see this? We all know how you feel about her,” Rossi whispered, silently offering himself to watch the videos. 

“I have to find her,” Aaron whispered, his voice breaking. “I need every angle I can get.”

Rossi nodded, allowing him on his way.

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You’d survived another day, but the broken bones and bruises were starting to ache more and more. He’d gone to work, and you had 8 hours to try and get out, but the cameras. You just hoped he’d gotten cocky and sent it to the FBI before you were dead. It was your only chance. 

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“We have a lead,” Aaron announced, rushing to put his coat on. “The bakery, on 14th, that’s where he works.”

“Let’s move out people!” Morgan shouting, rallying the cops to follow the team. 

The video of you, broken, bruised, and battered made him feel physically sick. The way you spoke about him made his heart burst, the way you gave him the message gave him hope. He could still find you. 

The car ride felt long, too long; and getting the dick to confess felt too long too. Searching the building felt too long, and getting you into his arms felt too long. 

But when he rounded a corner and went down a set of stairs, there you were. Right in front of him. Lying in a heap on the floor. He rushed to your side. “Please, please,” he begged. “Open your eyes for me baby,” he pleaded as he looked for a pulse, it was faint but there. “Ambulance, now!” he shouted up at the officers who were following him. “Come on, open your eyes for me,” he whispered. 

Somehow his shaking and his words woke you up. You stared at him for a moment, confused and scared, and then it registered. He’d found you. The video had worked. 

“Aaron,” you whispered, reaching out to touch his face. “You found me.” 

He nodded, a relieved smile on his face. “I’ll always find you,” he promised. “And I’ll never let this happen again.”

“You saw the video?” you asked, pulling yourself into his arms. 

“I saw the video sweetheart,” he nodded. “I know.”

“I love you,” you whispered as he hooked a hand under your legs and another under your back. 

“I love you too, more than anything,” he whispered back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

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criminal minds masterlist :)

navigation for my blog :) (criminal minds, obx, the bear, marvel, top gun, the hunger games :)

[chasingstardust]

HEAR ME OUT OMG!!! okay so we all know how touchy namgyu can be with thanos!!! what if reader is the same way with him!! always needing their arm to be interlocked with his, head often resting on his shoulder :333 EEEE IM SO FERAL FOR HIM PLS 🙇🏻‍♀️

💆‍♀️💆‍♀️smartest thought on this app fr

Namgyu x Clingy!Reader Headcanons/short story

PAIRING:Clingy!Reader/Nam-gyu

CONTENTS: 🩷 - fluff headcanons/short story

WORDCOUNT: 621

Request status: Open

(didnt know if u wanted headcannons or a story so my ahh did some of both)

🖤 Your clinginess gives him such a confidence boost. He acts like it’s no big deal, but inside he’s grinning like an idiot because yes, his charm clearly works on you.

🖤He’d probably tease you about it a lot. “Oh, can’t live without me for even a second, huh?” But the way he lightly squeezes your hand or pats your head shows he secretly adores it.

🖤When you’re holding onto his arm in public, Namgyu stands a little taller and glares at anyone who looks at you the wrong way. Your touch makes him feel responsible for you, in the sweetest way.

🖤Sometimes, he’ll purposefully mirror your behavior just to fluster you. You’ll feel his arm snake around your waist, or he’ll rest his chin on your head with a smug grin, saying, “What? Just returning the favor.”

🖤If you’re dozing off against him, Namgyu’s entire body goes still. He’ll sit there for hours, trying not to move, because the last thing he wants is to wake you up or make you uncomfortable.

🖤 He secretly loves when you’re touchy in private. Whether you’re watching TV or lying on the couch together, he’s all for your clinginess. Sometimes, he’ll absentmindedly play with your fingers or trace circles on your palm.

🖤 If anyone mentions your affectionate nature, Namgyu gets this smug look. “What can I say? I’m irresistible.” Though secretly, he feels so lucky that you’re this way with him.

🖤 He'll dramatically whine if you aren’t touchy for a bit. “Wait, am I not cute enough for you today?” Cue him draping himself over you just to get a reaction.

Short story~

The sun was setting, painting the park in soft gold. Namgyu walked beside you, hands in his pockets, pretending to act cool. But the small smile tugging at his lips gave him away. He loved how close you always stayed.

Your arm was looped through his, like always, and every now and then, you’d rest your head on his shoulder.

“You know,” he said, glancing at you with a playful smirk, “I don’t think you’ve gone five minutes without holding onto me. What, are you scared I’m gonna disappear?”

You laughed, nudging him lightly. “Maybe I just like being close to you.”

That shut him up for a second. He blinked, then looked straight ahead, clearly trying to hide the blush creeping up his neck. “W-Well, yeah, I guess that makes sense. Who wouldn’t?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t bother letting go. Being near him just felt… right.

When you reached a bench, Namgyu stopped and gently tugged your arm. “Sit with me for a bit?”

You followed without a word, and the second you sat down, you leaned your head on his shoulder.

“You really do like leaning on me, huh?” he teased, but his voice was softer now.

“It’s your fault,” you said with a smile. “You make it too easy.”

Namgyu laughed under his breath. “Yeah, yeah. Sure.”

The two of you sat quietly for a while, the sounds of the park fading into the background. Namgyu shifted a little, careful not to disturb you, and then, to your surprise, he rested his head lightly against yours.

“…I don’t mind, you know,” he said quietly after a moment.

You looked up at him, catching the soft pink on his cheeks. He kept staring ahead like he hadn’t just said something sweet.

“Good,” you replied, squeezing his arm. “Because I’m not gonna stop anytime soon.”

Namgyu chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, I figured.”

This time, he didn’t tease or pull away. Instead, he let his fingers find yours, locking them together like it was the most natural thing in the world.

And honestly, it was.

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

thinking about a hybrid wolf hair dresser/ barber that would NEVER work on human hair.. but as they see more of you in public, they're more and more willing to make an exception for yours. not really a request lol just pitching an idea if you want to use it or change it up somehow! love your work!!

Yandere Wolf Hybrid Hair Stylist 

Rules | Kofi | Masterlist

Fashionable with the fairest mane around Emile is the envy of hybrids and humans alike

He adores throwing on something flashy and doing a hair flip whenever the opportunity presents itself

He’s just so good at what he does 

He only takes the highest quality clients

The Lion-Hybrid Talk Show host

The celebrity sheep-hybrid 

The list goes on…but only with very select traits

Fame and being a hybrid 

All the things that will have The Emile Farehaire even looking in any client’s direction

And yet when you happen to pass him while doing hair for a movie he’s enraptured

It’s likely because you’ve been working and you didn’t have time to tame your bed-head this time around

If you can believe it the first time he sees you and your mop of unruly hair he turns his nose up and continues walking

“Hmph humans. Given so little hair and they still look terrible!”

You’d think after working on seven different clients a day he’d forget all about the human assistant he happens to see passing by

…and yet…he can’t seem to

The second time he’s surprised to feel his beautifully conditioned and brushed tail wagging when he sees you again with that stupidly greasy hair

“What a look. Maybe try my hair care line, then maybe you’ll look better!”

He was being mean, he knew that

But in his mind, he’s already seen it played out 

You’ll stop and glare, turning to shove your clawless little finger into his chest while you reprimand him

And of course, he’d smile with superiority as he pulls a stray strand of your unruly hair while he mocks you again 

Of course he’d let you whine before relenting and inviting you into his chair

“A charity client,” he’d say and from then on you’d silently be grateful behind that witty banter you two will always have

Except…it doesn’t happen this way at all 

You just…keep walking

Whether you’ve got earbuds or genuinely thinking of the hundreds of tasks you have to get done 

You just don’t respond so Emile is standing flustered while he thinks he’s been ignored

And now instead of catching up on all the latest gossip from his regular he’s mentally debating if you purposefully ignored him and how on this  good green earth was he going to get your attention

First things first he has to get your name

In all his delusions+ imagines he’d never got your name

So it’s a given that he’ll ask his assistant or a chatty client in passing 

“Oh (Y/n)? Yeah they work harder than anybody and–”

“(Y/n)...that’s their name…could you tell me more?”

“Oh, can I? Just the other day–”

After that he just can’t seem to stop 

The voice of reason rings out less and less as he reconnects with his more primitive instincts

Instead of ‘turning off’ his sense of smell for all the specific products he uses he keeps it on

Using it to tell where he should conveniently stretch his legs so that he can bump into you

Or how typically he’d pin his ears down to avoid the sound of the blow dryer now he’s keeping up and at attention when he sees you excuse yourself from the group to take a call

Even with all of that, he seems to have even more trouble actually getting to do your hair

“I really think you should give this treatment a try. It would do wonders for your hair type! Even I could do it for you!”

“With your rates? No thanks appreciate the thought though.”

“W-what about a discount? I can do one just for you!”

“Nah I couldn’t do that to you.”

*Whimper*

At one point whether or not you’ve finally combed your hair or done a different hairstyle

He’s just got to have you in his chair!

So of course he decides he’s going to have to put a little more effort into this 

Maybe do what his ancestors did and pursue the hunt a little more

So he’ll get even more info finally using the money he’s got to good use

His closet can spare one empty space for your address

Maybe a house visit will convince you to finally let him do your hair

Maybe more 

Whatever he has to do to finally get his claws in your hair

Maybe then he’ll satiate that urge to lock you away 

So he can stop wagging his tail when you look at him 

To stop that urge to howl near your place when he’s certain all others can hear

Or maybe it won’t and he’ll just have to fabulously have you as his mate

Whether you want it or not

Enjoy my little ugly doodles of Emile! Thank you Anon, I'm really happy you do! 🖤🖤🖤🖤

[flo-zoinks]

How would the gang react if you reveal ur a time traveler

Okily dokily!!!!

HOW EACH RDR2 GNG MEMBER WOULD REACT TO YOU BEING A TIME-TRAVELER (MY OPINION)

This is VERY vague. So I'm going to imagine this scenario you're from 1920 USA with lots of inside info on the vld gang cuz theres more I can do w that lol, and a person similar to John in terms of age/likeness/physicality. Imagine this is aprx chap 2.

Arthur - probably not have many questions really, just ask you why you'd come to this time of all times (he thinks you're stupid)

Hosea - only asks if John finally left with his family, and if everything actually does fall to bits. Doesn't really care for asking how he dies himself - In fact he doesn't want you to tell him

Dutch - Immediately asks if he dies for an ideal, or if he becomes someone of great reverence post mortem. When he doesn't like the answer he says he can't be kept by the lines society has decided for him so will disobey and flee "like Cain was once he was shun"

Reverend - says you're either deep in substances or have demons in you. Insists you must be a satanic lunatic and leaves with his head up. Later drunk he reveals he worries you're real and asks if God ever gives him a chance

Pearson - "heh...lemme guess...I'm in the books..ain't I?" "Ok you're lying though"

Sadie - asks when she will die and see Jake, and (if before this) asks if she gets to avenge his death

Charles - questions only on the land, and if the colonists finally destroy all of it by then, and on behalf of the natives. Otherwise tells you he's not interested in what will be otherwise

Micah - knows he's in the history books, so just walks off trying to be nonchalant. "Then I guess you know who I am.." (hes really close and breathing quite loudly)

Abigail - forgets herself to bombard you with questions about Jack and John, if they ever move away, if Jack grows up proper and they live till old. She starts sobbing after

Jack (1907) - wants to know if he becomes a writer, then whilst embarrassed quietly asks if his Father stays for real this time. Later tells you about a book he read with a similar premise. Your answer makes him quiet and hee doesnt speak for a while

John - Can't even think of what to ask, so just says like "ok- do-" then says he'll get back to you when he has something good to ask. Later: "wait-wait I got a good one... (some stupid question about future inventions)"

Trelawny - "I am a magician, too! I suppose we are both similar as such.." however he gets too freaked out and goes back to his family for a while

Javier - IMMEDIATELY only wants to know about the Mexican Revolution; was it successful? Did his family live? Does he return to Mexico? He refuses to believe your answer about him in Mexico in 1911 working for the government, insisting he would never pick that over his own life. Refuses to believe John would be the one to kill him, too. Angrily storms off after threatening you if you spit lies like that again (even if you proved to him ur fr)

Bill - gets scared of you thinking you have some other powers too, but then tries to toughen up and look unafraid. Demands, asks to know if becomes respected and feared in the future. Air punches when he hears he runs his own gang, then just looks straight up HURT hearing John kills him (trying to mask it) "But why wouldn't we be friends?"

Uncle - "you should be well aware then...of when the Lumbago gets to me.. where in the history books is that?"

Molly - quietly asks if everyone grows to like her (very embarrassed). She gets silent after your answer and goes to sit far away in camp for a while. Dutch later says to you that "you better not have put her in some mood"

Karen - says shes too sober for this, promptly grabs a drink and tells you she doesn't have anything to ask, but wishes she did. Avoids you afterwards fearing she was too open with you then.

Tilly - asks if she has a run-in with the foreman boys again. Otherwise then that she asks what cool things have been invented since

Mary-Beth - fascinated by future books, and asks if you have a novel from the future you could show her. She doesn't believe she could ever be a writer so doesn't ask.

Grimshaw - thinks you're a freak for coming here, saying "we are doing just fine! She does inquire about her girls though, if they all do well. She grows very strict with Karen there on, but also nicer

Sean - "do I become the big dog of the camp? Replace ol' king Arthur? Hahaha" a string of random questions , giving you no time to answer each one. He actually walks off before you can answer them thinking of more questions

Lenny - starts thinking if its okay to know about the future before responding, if theres no consequences, or if we as people should be able to. Decides he's better safe then sorry, and asks camp to be responsible. Dutch and him debate this

Kieran - asks if they finally accept him, and if the O'Driscolls come back. Grows very anxious at your response and spends the day cleaning the horses whilst trying to gather his thoughts to act upon.

[nethhiri]

Part 8

Warnings: Violence, attempted sexual assault

A thick fog had settled over your mind. Several times you thought you were awake, yet every time you started to have a handhold on reality, the sleep dragged you down again. Each time you held on a little bit tighter, a little bit longer. When you finally became conscious, you weren't sure if it was real. There was an orange glow, a fire. Panicked, you strained your eyes and felt around with your hands. Where was Kamazo? You felt your breath come faster as you realized you weren't alone. There was another person there, someone who wasn't Kamazo. 

You tried to push yourself up to sit, but your arms were weak and wobbly. Giving up, you flopped back to the floor. The movement drew the attention of the person there with you. All you could make out was a large, reddish shape. They were loud. They were yelling at you. The fog in your brain made all the noise muddled and you couldn't understand what was going on. There was a crushing pain on your chest and suddenly couldn't breathe. You weakly swatted at whatever was pressing on you, trying to get it off. It felt like a boot. No sound came from your throat when you cried for help. 

"YA STUPID BITCH, LISTEN TO ME!" The words were starting to be recognizable. "DON'T GO PASSIN OUT! WHAT THE FUCK DID YA DO TO MY PARTNER?! WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIM?!" 

The pressure on your chest disappeared. Your scream for help was cut short as you felt a kick in your ribs. The taste of blood was in your mouth. 

"I ASKED YA A QUESTION, BITCH! ANSWER ME!"

Your vision finally cleared, revealing the face of a man. His hair reflected the orange of the flame and looked similar to flame in its own right. His face and neck were scarred. The reddish color you had seen was his large feathered cloak. His amber eyes seemed to glow and they were full of hate. The man terrified you. You pushed yourself further into the floor, trying to avoid the hand that reached for your throat. You were lifted into the air, his grip causing blackness to infringe on the edges of your vision. 

"H-help," you rasped out. 

His hand tightened. "No one is here to help ya!" 

You clawed at his hand, trying to pry it from your throat. You tried to tell him you didn't know what he was talking about, but the words were trapped by his grip. Just as you thought you would pass out, he released you, sending you to the floor in a crumpled form. There was barely a second between hitting the ground and being kicked. The man shouted once-more, interrogating you for something you hadn't the slightest clue about. Every blow was a new epicenter of pain. Tears fell freely. He tossed you around more, not satisfied with your lack of answers, finally pinning you to the wall with an arm across your neck. 

"I know yer working with Kaido! I know ya have done something to him!" The man pointed to the form of Kamazo knocked out on the ground. 

"I- I'm not. I swear on my life. Kamazo's been like this since h-he found me. He must have eaten one of the cursed fruit." 

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YA CALL HIM? HIS NAME IS KILLER AND HE'S MY PARTNER."

"S-sorry. He told me his name w-was K-K-Kamazo." Frightened tears rolled down your face. 

"A NAME HE MUST HAVE USED FOR LITTLE WHORES LIKE YERSELF!"

"I'm- I'm not a-"

"If ya ain't workin for Kaido ya must be one. Why else would Killer keep a worthless whelp like yourself around?" 

The man turned your face side to side, inspecting it. Then he took his arm pinning you off your neck, knowing you were too scared to move. 

"In fact, I see it now. Yer face ain't hard to look at. If yer not gonna tell me anything useful, ya can be useful in other ways."

The man slipped off the belt around your center. When the fabric was released, your tiny wooden mouse clattered to the floor. The man's eyes followed it. He picked it up and brought it to his face.

"A mouse?" He laughed. "Perfect. That's just what ya are."

He held it between his thumb and index finger, squeezing until it splintered. Then he tossed it to the floor. The man removed the rest of your clothes by ripping them off you. You cowered against the wall and let out a yelp as he did so.

"That's right, Mouse. Squeak for me." He eyed you hungrily.

You were too scared to move or make a sound. You were frozen with fear. There was movement in the corner of your vision. If you weren't terrified in place, your eyes might have given it away. Kamazo stirred. He moved fast, not at all groggy like you had been. He grabbed the red-haired man and shoved him away from you. 

"Stay away from her," Kamazo warned. 

"It's me, Kid. Don't ya remember me, Killer?" 

"My name is Kamazo."

"NO, IT'S NOT. YER KILLER. YA BEEN KILLER ALL OUR LIVES. DON'T YA REMEMBER?" There was desperation in his voice.

"Get out of here. I don't know you." 

The man looked wounded by that. "YES YA DO. YA BEEN BY MY SIDE FOREVER! Yer my best friend! My partner."

"Leave or I'll make you leave. Never put your hands my family again."

"Killer," his voice cracked. "I am yer family. The Kid Pirates are yer family. Please remember."

Something changed in Kamazo's face then. The same conflicted and troubled expression that he had when you asked about family before. Then the darkness flooded his features. In an instant, he was grappling with the other man, who you just realized had only one arm. The man seemed sincere when he was pleading with Kamazo. You couldn't help but think he was telling the truth. The man had hurt you. In spite of that, you felt sorry for him. Clearly, he was hurting also. 

They fought, tearing apart the small shelter. At one point they crashed through one of the walls. You got dressed as best you could in your ruined clothes and chased after them. You noticed Kamazo had been bandaged where he was injured. Did the other man do that? You watched as red blossomed through the bandages. Kamazo's wounds were reopening. Their fighting was attracting attention. Soon, men in strange outfits came to arrest them. It seemed that the red-head had escaped Udon from what they were saying. They had been hunting for him.

You panicked. What were you supposed to do if Kamazo was arrested? You couldn't survive without him. You had to go with him. Without thinking it through, you ran to him as he was being put in manacles. One of the men arresting him saw you and shoved you to the ground. 

"Don't interfere, woman. Unless you want to go to. I'm sure the men there won't mind at all if you want to join them." 

Kamazo headbutted the man, laughing maniacally. "I'll kill you for touching her." 

The man considered Kamazo's words. "Oh? Is she yours? If you're going to Udon, she'll need someone to look after her." He laughed in a sinister way. "I can take her with me. I'll treat her real well, and so will the rest of my men." 

Even manacled, Kamazo was quick. The chain connecting the manacles was crushingly pressing into the man's neck as Kamazo strangled him. Kamazo didn't let the pressure go until the man's eyes had gone white and he had lost his bowels, not even when the man's compatriots assaulted him. He refused to let the man get away with his words. They turned their attention away from you and onto him, beating him into submission. It took all of them to subdue Kamazo and the red-haired man. Kamazo caught your gaze as he went down. You learned very well what he wanted from you with just his eyes since he didn't talk very much. He wanted you to run and hide. 

You did well to obey him. You weren't sure where to go but you knew you had to get away from these men before they noticed you again. As you ran, you kept thinking about the fact Kamazo didn't hesitate to kill that guard. With the red-haired man, he defended you, but not like that. Even when he was fighting with the red-haired man, he didn't seem like he wanted to be doing it. Kamazo wasn't trying to kill him even though he treated you worse than the guard did. Why was that? Was the red-haired man truly the family of Kamazo? Was Kamazo really Kamazo at all or was he Killer?

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[taintandviolent]

Permission ; Jerry Dandridge x reader

summary: You have to invite vampires to come inside... you also have to tell them to come inside. Once you find this out, you have your fun with your next door neighbor, Jerry Dandridge.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 1.3K | female reader, smut, unprotected sex, vampires, vampire/human relationship, vampire sex, biting, blood mention, blood drinking, orgasm denial, edging.

a/n: anon COOKED with this idea. hammered this out real quick, I hope whoever reads it, enjoys it! banners by @/strangergraphics and @/anitalenia! gif by @/therottengirl.

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It took you longer to accept that he wanted to fuck you than it did to accept that he was a vampire. All the times he’d waited at your front door, mercilessly flirting with you, but never stepping so much as an inch inside… it made sense to you. He couldn’t.

But that all changed when you invited him in. On a Saturday. You told him to come in, and confessed that you wanted him, too. After a little talking, a little bantering, you eagerly kissed him, and led him upstairs to your bedroom. He kissed you until your lips bled, and then kissed you more.

That was two weeks ago. Tonight was different. 

The only light that illuminates said bedroom is the one that sits on your nightstand, washing your naked body in a golden hue. Jerry doesn’t need the light, he can see just fine without it, but you insist, because you like looking at him.

The way you ride him desperately activates every hunger he has. He can hear your pulse, pounding away like a drum as you bounce yourself up and down on his stiff cock. Which also feels amazing, by the way. You’ve worked yourself through two orgasms, one when he was taking you from behind, and the other while you were like this, riding him. He, on the other hand, hasn’t had one yet. At first, your insecurity reared its ugly head, making you doubt your abilities.

“No, no…” he hums, pushing a strand of hair away from your face with his thumb.

“Then what? Why haven’t you come?” 

“You have to say it,” he hisses out, more frustrated than he is embarrassed. It’s a fucking nuisance if the woman doesn’t automatically demand it. Some do, some don’t. You weren’t one of them, apparently. “You have to tell me to come inside.” 

Your brows lace together, confused. “What? What does that mean? I invited you in already. You’re inside my house, Jerry.” 

He grabs your face, the pads of his fingers digging into the supple flesh of your cheeks. “I can’t… come inside until you tell me I can, understand?”

Once you learned that, the fun was on. Another half hour passes, and Jerry is practically writhing beneath you, his bare, pale chest heaving with exertion. He looks angry, and so you fuck him harder. This doesn’t help the rage, only fuels it. He’s snarling and gripping you like a predator grips prey in its claws, but you never relent.

You open your mouth, parting your lips just enough to make it seem like you’re going to say the words. The words he wants. He bucks his hips up into you, readying himself. Your eyebrows knit together as you grip his shoulders, using him as leverage to bounce on his cock. You utter the harsh C sound, and….

Your mouth closes, and you burst into a fit of giggles.

Jerry rolls his eyes, frustrated, his lip hitching up in a snarl. “You think this is funny?”

“A little, yeah.” you confess, rolling your hips against his. “I thought it only worked for y’know… houses.” 

His dick throbs inside you. You can see the strain on his face and most certainly hear it in his voice. He growls, cocking his head to the side to get a better look at the way your ass swells against his thighs as you buck against him. 

“You’re prolonging this…” Jerry tilts his head back the other way, trying to figure you out. It was one of the things he liked about you, as predictable as humans were, you had little crevices that he couldn’t always reach. “Why?” 

You snicker. “It’s fun. What, in three hundred years you’ve never been edged?”

He huffs out a breath through his nose, dismissing your teasing. His hands crawl their way up the roundness of your hips, claws scraping softly against the plush skin. 

“I asked you a questio– ow!” 

His nails dig into your hips, and the right middle one punctures the flesh like a needle. It’s just enough… just enough of a scent to make him feral. Deep blue veins manifest in his neck, stretching down towards his chest. You watch it all play out, saying nothing. His darkened eyes widen, and his nostrils flare. He retracts the nail, watching as a tiny bead of blood wells up from the wound. He smears it up with his middle finger and brings the one hand up, extending it delicately to his lips. With a loud suckle, he removes all traces of your blood. 

“Sorry.” 

“No you’re not.” 

He smiles, no, sneers up at you. “You’re right, I’m not. Keep this up, and I’ll make it worse.”

Lightning fast, Jerry has flipped you over, pinning you against the mattress. You whine at the empty feeling, and reach for your cunt desperately. You find your clit and rub it in hard, tight circles, keeping your arousal at a painful high. 

He looks down, watching you for a moment. Women like you were filthy, obsessed with pleasure. He loved it. Jerry rounds his lips, and exhales hard through them. His jet black hair is disheveled, strands hanging in front of his forehead. 

“I know you want it,” he murmurs low. “I can smell it. Hear it. You’re ready. Begging for it, but you just won’t say it. I’m gonna’ change that.” 

He hoists both your legs up, pressing them back against your body. The new angle exposes your slick cunt to him fully, and he wastes no time slotting himself between your thighs, lining himself up and with one brutal push, he sheaths his cock inside. You cry out, nails scraping along his pectoral muscle, scrambling for something to hold onto. 

“Fuck, Jerry! Fuck… fuck...” 

His hand is suddenly on your throat, squeezing the sides. Your pulse thrums against his fingertips, and he finds a bullying pace, matching your racing heartbeat. For the past two hours, the room has been filled with the sound of skin slapping vigorously against skin, but the deep sound that fills it now has you whining each time his hips meet yours. The cockhead hits your cervix, filling you in a way that has you stuttering over your words. Already well fucked, it doesn’t take you long to reach your peak again, the searing pressure building in your cunt. It clenches, pulling Jerry’s dick deeper.

“C-come….” Your eyes roll back in your head, lids fluttering with ecstasy. 

Jerry taps the side of your face, bringing back down from the edge of euphoria. You blink, and look up into his black eyes. “Say it.” 

You swallow, wetting your dried out throat. His hand returns, squeezing you tightly. You love it when he chokes you, and he knows it too. He moves his hand to your collarbone, and leans forward, bringing his waiting mouth to the side of your neck. He brushes his lips against your skin, and you shiver. He’s never bitten you, in all the times you’ve fucked. The danger looms, and his hips slam into you hard, bringing you back to reality. 

“Come… come… inside…..” you finally say, the words feeling heavy on your tongue. 

As his orgasm washes over him, Jerry’s mouth clamps down on your neck, and you feel the two hot pricks of pain as his fangs puncture through the flesh. It stings, and then comes the weird, pulling sensation as the blood begins to flow. You try to focus on one thing at a time, but it all hits you at once. Your senses are overwhelmed as he drinks from you, his hips never losing their vicious rhythm.  Your hand drops from his chest, falling limply onto your stomach. You feel your head buzzing, and a deep shiver erupts from your core. 

“That’s a good girl,” you hear him say. It sounds far away, even though he hasn’t left.

He’ll never leave.

[jev-urisk]

Hey, I'm Jev U'Risk ✌️

This is my Writblr.

New Year New Intro Lets Goooo~

Who is this guy?

'Round 30yo, chronic-overwhelm Autistic goblin, They/Them/He.

Drag artist who tells stories on stage through drag. When covid hit I moved it online and mingled with OC cosplayers, accidentally fell in love with an OC... became a writer to woo it's cosplayer. It worked and now I'm 100k+ words deep and looking for engagement rings.

I'm Genderqueer/Trans/Intersex, Mixed-Race, Pansexual, Poly-Fidelitous (spoiled hinge of a thrupple), Ambidexterous, and the two wolves in me are chaos and control (they are both gay)- basically the universe said I can never have things just one way. 🤷

Jev's Genres?

Jevres?

Generally urban fantasy queer romance/smut adventures with mystery and horror undertones.

I dm dnd sometimes and the worldbuilding culture-creating itch has infected my writing. 🤓

I love subversion and fucking up stereotypes.

I write with my dick 😏(My dick hates capitalism, btw)

Mostly, I write 🌐7 Circles🌐:

Story about 7 Circles of Demons who have taken over as the ruling class and four main characters trapped in their society. They do stuff like get captured, spy on the gov't/get spied on, have lots of gay sex, and find out what really happened to the humans who used to rule the world.

🌐Warnings🌐:

Depictions of modern slavery (unpaid labor by criminals/indentured servitude).

Smut is a part of the plot, explicit and graphic sexual descriptions.

Depictions of addiction, objectification, racism/speciesism, gaslighting/brainwashing, and abuse that is sexual, physical, and/or mental.

7 Circles depicts a fantasy society based on capitalistic extremism for the purpose of highlighting real injustices and for the catharsis of writing people fighting against it. Depictions of this society DO NOT reflect my views, even when they ‘seem’ positive.

🌐Themes🌐:

Unjust legal systems, trauma recovery and self growth, found family and community, hope vs. complacency, climate awareness vs profit, anti-capitalism, navigating being mix-race, LGBTQIA+ themes, lust vs love, enemies or lovers, and the general vibe of an American scared of what America is becoming and trying to escape and cathart at the same time. 🫠

✨️More on 7 Circles here!✨️

Things to do w/Jev!

Say Hi! Ask a thing! Shake me a little (gentle, like egg)! 🐣

I'm hungry for tag games, asks, and general mutual support- even if I don't get to all of them, they delight me nonetheless. 🥰

I go absolutely feral for fanart. Like balls-fucking-ballistic. 👁👁❤️‍🔥

If the topic you're writing about is something I am (ex. you're writing a thrupple and have not been in one), I'm so down for (polite) questions to help you out with that! 😁

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Please feel free to say hi in the comments!

I'm super stoked to meet new folk, and this post is an invitation to interact with me 🫶✨️

Stay cool, stay rad 😎

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[worldly-fluster]

Snapdragon

Sylus x non-mc! reader

Part 2 of ?

(I got this border thingy from someone on here, can't remember who but this goes to them)

---

"Sy-?!"

The breath was knocked out of me as I hit the ground, feeling like I could pass out but the adrenaline of the moment kept me awake.

In a daze, I looked around, seeing that it was dark, probably night time.

I seemed to be in a park, I could see modern buildings in the distance...

I was...home?

"Hello!"

The sudden voice startled me as I jumped up with a screech.

"I am OTTO! Would you be interested in taking photos for a promotion at our store?"

I blinked fast as I stared at the floating...bot.

"No?"

"Okay! Have a nice day!"

I watched as it floated away, it not really registering in my head fully for a moment.

Was that...an Otto from the LADS game?

So I was still not home yet...

Did I want to go home?

I...want to go back to my Snapdragon.

---

I wandered around the park for a bit, I think I saw a sign saying Rainbow Park? So I guess I'll call it that.

The sun was peaking over the trees in said park when I ran into someone that seems familiar.

When he sees me, he smiles and waves.

"MC!! Miss Bodyguard!"

...ah shit.

"What a surprise to see you out of uniform, taking a stroll around the park."

"Yeah, uh, didn't really have a choice you know?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well-"

I was interrupted by the sound of his phone receiving a notification.

"Hm?..."

Rafayel looks at his phone in confusion, it's a text from...MC? But she's standing right in front of him?

He looks back and forth between his phone and me before he asked.

"You're not Miss Bodyguard, are you?"

"No...I kinda need help getting home..."

"Where's that?"

"Wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

I play with my hands nervously as I look away before explaining.

"You see...I'm from a different...reality. I only figured that out when I saw flying robots honestly. Back home there was no such thing- the closest is an AI but those don't fly."

"...okay. How did you get here then?"

"I don't know honestly, this is the second time this has happened to me and the only thing that's similar is that right before I get thrown somewhere else I smell something weird-"

"Like what?"

"Like, the first time it happened I kept smelling flowers but no one else could, I thought I was going insane but then when I went to bed, I woke up in a field of flowers."

"And the next time?"

"Right after a bad fight-my friend won- I could smell the exhaust of cars and the city. Seconds after that I started to glow and then got sent here."

"...hm..."

"I told you it's hard to believe."

"It is yeah, but I have experienced plenty of strange things."

"Really?"

"Yeah, not as strange as another reality yet, but there's a first for everything."

"Right..."

"So...since you're not from here, you probably don't have anywhere to stay."

"Nope."

"Well, you can stay at my place for now. We should have your problem fixed in the shake of a fishes tail!"

"Really?"

"Yeah, it'll be easier to help you if you stay nearby so it's no problem for me."

"Thank you."

---

We just made it to Rafayel's home. He was showing me around, his artwork was beautiful... He seemed to preen every time I complimented his work. We talked and joked around for a bit before we had to acknowledge the 'elephant seal' in the room-his words not mine.

"I just messaged Miss Bodyguard, she should be on her way here."

"Okay..."

"Nervous?"

"Yeah, it's not every day you meet yourself you know?"

"It is kind of a special only you thing...but I'm here to help."

---

"..."

"..."

"...So how are you two feeling? 'cause this is weird."

I snorted, bringing my hand to my mouth to stifle my laugh.

'Miss Bodyguard' looked over at Rafayel with a deadpan.

"...I can never leave you alone, can I?"

---

It took some explaining before we were all in silent contemplation. None of us knew what to do next.

"I don't know how to help you..."

Miss Bodyguard sighed, making Rafayel frown.

"Well, we can't just not help her though."

"I know, which is why I'm going to contact some people to help."

"and who would that be?"

---

"Luke and Kieran at your service Miss Hunter!"

"Am I seeing double right now?"

"...no no...there are two Miss Hunters..."

"...Boss'll be happy."

Miss Bodyguard, or Miss Hunter, shook her head.

"No, no telling him. He'll be a pain in my ass if he gets involved himself."

"But-"

"No."

"Yes ma'am."

Through this conversation I was giggling, they were more fun in person.

Rafayel stood to the side with a pout, but soon got distracted when his phone started going off, causing him to flinch.

"Uh oh..."

---

Miss Hunter/Bodyguard was taking me to her place, Rafayel was busy dealing with the fallout of procrastinating and Thomas was not happy.

"When we get there, if we run into anyone...your my estranged twin sister that was living overseas."

"Okay...but we have the same names?"

"...Fuck."

---

As we practically jogged through the lobby, we were stopped by yet another familiar face.

"Hey MC-..."

"Xavier! I can explain."

Xavier looked from her to me for a second, his hands holding a container of something.

"Hi?"

"Hello..."

We exchanged awkward greetings as Miss Bodyguard panicked.

"This is my um...oh who am I kidding, I can't lie to you."

"What?-"

"Come on Xav, I'll explain back at my apartment."

"Okay." He walks with us, turning to me when we reach her door, "Would you like to try this? I've been working on my baking."

"Oh! Sure why not."

As I grab a cookie? And place it in my mouth is seemed Miss Bodyguard realized what was happening and she twirled around with her hand out and a look of horror on her face.

"Mm! Not bad actually...it reminds me of the Peppernuts my step-grandma used to make. Can I have more?"

Xavier seemed to start to glow as he handed me the entire container. The little light particles floating around him as he smiled with wide, happy eyes.

Miss Bodyguard froze in shock before turning around and opened the door.

---

"I...need to use that bathroom..."

"It's the first door on the left, right before the kitchen."

I go into the bathroom, do my business, but as I'm washing my hands...the cabinet door above the sink just falls off and hits my head. It doesn't do much damage, just a small gash, but because it's on my head it bleeds terribly.

I walk out of the bathroom to Xavier standing in the hallway with Miss Hunter peaking her head out of the kitchen. When they see the blood they...kinda panic.

Xavier, without question, automatically lifts me up and goes to run out to take me to the hospital- but Miss Hunter stops him.

"Xavier! We can't take her to the hospital, I'll just call Zayne if we can't stop the bleeding here."

We end up having to call Zayne, the bleeding wouldn't stop and I was getting lightheaded.

When Zayne walks through the door, he sees me and paused for a second before immediately going into doctor mode.

He stopped the bleeding and put a small bandage over it. When he finally saw everything was fine, he looked at my face then turned towards Miss Hunter.

"Explain."

---

Miss Hunter explains what happened to both men, having not finished explaining it to Xavier before I accidentally hurt myself.

---

Miss Hunter gets a call from the Twins when she's done explaining.

"We found a few things that could help...but..."

"We will have to let Boss in on this in order to know more."

"... Damnit, fine."

"We'll meet him at the Kitty Cafe down the street."

---

"So Sylus is... intimidating. He doesn't know anything about privacy either, sending his Crow, Mephisto, to watch me with his camera vision thing. Ugh! I hate him...can't believe I have to deal with him more than I have to now."

"...Maybe I should just stay here?"

"You don't want to come to the Cafe?"

"Not really..."

I just don't want to meet the Sylus of this world...he's not my Snapdragon... probably. I just don't want to hurt myself if he isn't.

"Okay, that's fine. I didn't want you to have to meet this guy anyway so that works out perfectly."

---

I sat in Miss Hunter's apartment, a little bored staring out the window. Waiting for her to come back with news or something that will help me go back...to which place, I don't know anymore.

I would honestly love it if they were able to send me back to my Snapdragon...

Caw!

I startled as I heard a tapping on the window, too deep in thought to even realize there was now a crow hopping on the ledge.

"Oh...hello there."

I tap the glass back and giggle as the crow jumps away a bit before coming back to tap the glass again.

"You're awfully cute...I'm gonna guess your this Mephisto Miss Hunter was talking about?"

Caw Caw!

I giggle and open the window to let him in from the cold. He does a few hops before flying into the apartment and landing on the back of a chair, not too far from me.

"Want to keep me company while everyone is busy?"

Caw!

I coo at his adorable crowing.

"You're adorable, I don't know why she doesn't seem to like you...she doesn't seem to like this Sylus either."

I sit on another chair next to where Mephisto is perched.

"There is a Sylus that I know...he was ruff around the edges but he is just a sweetheart...I miss him."

I sigh as I turn my head back to the still open window.

Caw...

There's a moment of silence before I ask.

"So...from what I've heard you're a camera or video recorder right?"

Caw.

"I'll take that as a yes." I giggle.

Caw caw caw!

"Can you tell your boss, Thank you, for me? I'd appreciate it if he helps me get back..."

Caw! Caw caw!

"Oh you're too cute...you know crows are my favorite bird?"

Caw?

"Yep, they're just so pretty...I've always wanted to pet one but I'd get too excited and they would fly away before I'd take a step closer."

Caw!

Mephisto jumps to the end of his chair and flaps a few times before hopping onto my lap.

"Oh! Can I pet you then?"

Caw!

I smile all giddy, as I slowly run the back of my fingers on his feathery chest.

"Oh you are so precious..." I coo at him and he fluffs up his feathers, getting comfortable in my lap.

---

Miss Hunter came back from meeting Sylus with a frown and practically growled when she saw Mephisto on my lap. His feathers flatten in alarm but he doesn't make a move to leave.

"Oh not you again!"

Caw!

She goes to shoo him off when I hold him closer to me.

"Hey now, Mephi didn't do anything."

"Oh he does plenty by being here."

"No, as long as he is polite he can stay as long as he wants with me."

Caw.

"See? He agrees he will be good."

"No, this is my home. No crows allowed."

I huff and stand with Mephisto in my arms, all snug and not trying to leave.

"Then I'm leaving too."

"Where can you go? Raf is busy with work, and you don't know anyone else."

I look down at Mephisto in my arms in thought. Maybe I should just pull the bandaid off? Go ahead and meet him?

"Do you think your boss will let me stay with him Mephi?"

Caw!

His little head does a bobbing motion as his beak makes a clicking sound, his tail feathers fluffing out a bit and shaking.

"I'll take it as a yes then."

"Wait wait, hold on. You can't just go stay with him! He's probably, if not the, most dangerous man on this planet!"

"Then I will be the safest with him, right Mephi?"

Caw!

I continue walking to the door, cooing at Mephisto the whole way. She doesn't try to stop me but I hear a scoff come from her.

"We won't listen to her, I mean, he's my best bet at getting home I think. What with him having all those leads and all."

Coo.

"Oh you're so cute..."

---

When I make it to the lobby of the apartment building, I realized I didn't have a way of contacting him...

"Hey Mephisto? Do you think you can go tell him for me?"

Caw?

"Yeah, I don't have anything on me to contact anyone..."

Caw!

Mephisto ruffles his feathers and hops up from my arms onto my shoulder, his beak slightly rubbing on the small bandage on my head, wiggling his tail a bit before he flies off in what seems a random direction to me.

I decided to sit on a nearby bench and wait...

I wonder how this will go...

**@poptrim I finally finished Part 2!!!! There will be at least 2 more parts, the next one will be more snippets of Dragon! Sylus because while we wait for him we think back on some memories we have with him.**

***this hasn't been edited btw***

[orchidseason]

Too Clingy...?

ִ ࣪𖤐 loser!ellie w x fem!reader

After weeks of tension with your roommate, you turn to your girlfriend Ellie for comfort. But when a teasing comment makes you question your place in her life, you distance yourself, afraid of being "clingy."

warnings ִ ࣪𖤐 word count 1.5k, college!AU, established relationship, anxiety (r), overthinking, hurt/comfort, misunderstanding, emotional breakdown, mild language, kissing

It had been a rough few weeks. The tension with your roommate had reached a breaking point, and you were finding it hard to breathe, let alone function. Every day felt like a struggle. You’d been feeling emotionally drained, constantly walking on eggshells, and trying to avoid conflict in your own space. Your dorm room had become a place of silence, and it felt like you were suffocating.

One night, after another argument with your roommate that left you feeling small and unimportant, you packed a bag and went straight to Ellie’s. You didn’t even need to text her beforehand—Ellie always knew when you needed her. Her dorm had become your safe space, the place where you could let go of all the tension and just breathe.

Ellie opened the door, her face softening when she saw you. She immediately pulled you into a tight hug. “Hey! Woah...what’s wrong?” she asked, her voice gentle.

You sniffled and buried your face in her shoulder. “My roommates a fucking bitch. She argues with me about the stupidest things and leaves passive aggressive sticky notes everywhere and then she just keeps-I just cant do it. Im so done."

Ellie tightened her grip on you, her hands running through your hair soothingly. “Shh, babe. You’re always welcome here, you know that. You don’t need to explain it all to me."

In the weeks that followed, you found yourself at Ellie’s more often than not. Being with her was an escape. You’d spend your evenings wrapped in the warmth of her arms, playing games, watching movies, or simply lying together in a comfortable silence. For the first time in a long time, you truly felt like you could let go of all the stress that had built up.

You and Ellie were lying on her bed, curled up together. You had your head resting on her shoulder while she played Minecraft on her phone, tapping away at the screen as you both enjoyed the quiet of the room. It was one of those perfect moments where everything felt in place. You didn’t need to talk. You didn’t need to do anything except be there with her.

Ellie talked suddenly, breaking the silence. She glanced at you with a teasing grin. “You’re really here every night now, huh? I might start calling you my official roommate. Getting a little clingy, mm?"

The comment hung in the air, and your stomach sank. The word "clingy" hit you like a ton of bricks. She said it with that usual mischievous smile, but something about the way she said it made your chest tighten.

Clingy.

The word echoed in your mind as you lay there, still and frozen. Had you been too much? Was she annoyed with you? You’d been spending so much time at her place lately, leaning on her for comfort when you didn’t know where else to go. Maybe she was tired of it. Maybe she was tired of you.

Ellie went on, completely unaware of how her words had affected you. “I’m just messing with you,” she said, laughing lightly, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "you know my favorite you is clingy you."

Still, you couldn’t shake the doubt. It festered in the pit of your stomach. Clingy. You wanted to push it out of your mind, but it was all you could think about. Maybe she really was tired of you. Maybe her joke had truth lining in it and she was wanting some space from you.

You stayed quiet, too lost in your head to respond. When the moment passed, you quietly gathered your things, not looking at Ellie. “I should head out... I’ve got a lot of work to do,” you said, your voice soft and distant.

Ellie didn’t seem to notice your change in energy. She was already absorbed in her phone again, focused on the game, not on you. She didn’t look up when you left, but if she had-she would not have let you leave.

As you walked out, your heart felt heavy. Had you been too much? Too clingy? Ellie had always been understanding, but that comment, though playful, made you spiral.

You didn’t go back to your dorm. Instead, you found yourself at the library, hiding away from the world. You tried to focus on your schoolwork, but the thoughts wouldn’t stop swirling in your mind. Was she really tired of you? Had you made things awkward? You didn’t want to burden her anymore, but the more you thought about it, the more you questioned whether she really wanted you around.

Days passed, and you kept your distance. You couldn’t bring yourself to reach out to Ellie. Maybe she was right; maybe you had become clingy, and now you were giving her space to breathe.

You didn't respond to her texts and calls and you're sure that's what set her off to finally just track you down on your shared location one afternoon.

While you were hunched over a stack of textbooks in the library, you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey,” Ellie said softly, making you jump. You didn’t even need to look up to know it was her. “Haven’t seen you around in a while. Everything okay?”

"That's good news, isn't it?"

She looks confused, a little hurt, "what...?"

Your throat tightened, and before you could stop it, all the thoughts you’d been bottling up poured out. “You didn’t do anything wrong,” you said, voice cracking. “It’s just... It's me. I’ve been overthinking everything since you called me clingy. I know it was a joke, but Ellie it's true. I spend so much time at your dorm, in your space. I didn't want to overwhelm you anymore so I just-"

Ellie knelt in front of you, her gaze softening. “No, hey stop that,” she said gently, taking your hands in hers. “I didn’t mean it like that. I was just messing with you. I love having you in my dorm, I prefer it. You’re not clingy. You never could be. I’m sorry I made you feel like you were.”

You bit your lip, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders, but the hurt was still there, lingering. “I didn’t want to make things weird, and here I am making it weird."

Ellie smiled, brushing a hand over your cheek. “You could never make things weird, babe. I promise."

You blinked back tears, suddenly overwhelmed by how much you needed to hear those words. Ellie leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m always here for you, okay? Don’t shut me out.”

You smiled, finally feeling like you could breathe again. You nodded, feeling safe in her arms as she held you close.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too,” Ellie replied, leaning in after to press a kiss to your lips.

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[ughtyrell]

S2 Jayce away from his Viktor and falls for another

Fic where S2 Jayce is separated from his Viktor. He makes a great effort trying to get back to his Viktor, to find him, needs to because he needs him. Still, he meets another Viktor and he can't help but be drawn to him. His greatest strength and weakness will always be Viktor in any world or time. He can't help himself.

They meet, become close, fall inlove and Jayce spends less and less time trying to get back to his original Viktor. His project to find him is not abandoned but less time is spent on it because he was feeling hopeless. At the verge of giving up even as he continues to work.

Of course this is when his original Viktor shows up, the glorious evolved Viktor who has done so much wrong, still Jayce immediately drops everything and zeros in on him. His Viktor. He's amazed, he's scared, he runs to him and into his Viktors arms.

"Are you my Viktor?" Jayce says after crying in original Viktors arms, gripping him like he'd disappear.

Original Viktor looks sadly at Jayce, fondness and pity in his eyes.

"Oh my poor Jayce. To be stuck here for so long. I've been traveling timelines and world's looking for you."

Jayce shudders, a few stray tears running down his face but with relief. His Viktor has been looking for him.

"Come Jayce, time to go home"

And this is when the Viktor of this world interrupts, voice low, confused and hurt.

"Jayce...?"

And just like that Jayce remembers his Viktor of this world who he has been creating a life with. Who has just seen everything from the moment he ran to his original Viktor. Guilt, shame, confusion, love he feels all at once. His original Viktor holds him tighter and he sees original Viktor's eyes narrow just the tiniest fraction.

"Viktor..."

Jayce says looking from original Viktor to the Viktor of this world.

Please this idea won't leave me alone. The hurt, the angst and disaster this situation Jayce has found himself in. What shall he do.

Worse if at one point Jayce says, "I never stopped trying to find my way back to you either Vitya" to original Viktor infront of this world's Viktor.

I imagine the divide he feels. He's made a life with the Viktor of the world/timeline he's been stuck in. On the other hand his Viktor has been searching for him. Needs him because he has no one. And Jayce has been yearning for him all this time, even when making new memories with the new Viktor, he never forgot his original. The one who he has been through so much with. Though the same can be argued for the new Viktor. It was just a lot easier, softer memories than the former.

If anyone has written something like this or does in the future, please tag me immediately.

New Viktor thinking back to the time he asked Jayce about the project he worked so hard on when they first met and Jayce told him it was something close to his heart and personal. With a far off, heart wrenching expression so he never felt it was his place to ask. Assuming Jayce would tell him when he was ready.

I feel like this Jayce's original Viktor was corrupted by the hexcore, going around "healing people" and Jayce instead of trying to kill him. Talked to him. Forgave him and promised they'd live out Jayces life span together in peace. Then something happened and he ended up in the new Viktors world alone and confused.

Jayce and new Viktor calling each other teammates, husbands or something because Jayce couldn't bare to call another Viktor his partner.

"What does this other Viktor have that entices you so much you're so willing to abandon everything here." Him is unsaid outloud but heard clearly.

"He's, well he's my partner."

And you see original Viktors eyes soften as Jayce says this. Happy and honored. While new Viktors eyes go hard.

"Partners? You said you didn't like that term."

Another miniscule betrayal that feels huge in light of everything. It makes original Viktors mouth twitch into a small but pleased smile.

"My Jayce. How sweet you are to me."

And without thinking Jayce replies, "always." with a proud expression. Which immediately shutters into guilt as his eyes swerve to new Viktor.

Original Viktor has game and is easily seducing Jayce back. He would just take him but Jayce taught him about the right to choose and free will. Jayce would be upset if he did that, even for a little while until original Viktor makes him forget all about this new Viktor. Besides, original Viktor knows Jayce will come with him. Like it was just said, they're partners nothing will come between that even if Jayce felt lonely enough to go with some cheap, lowly, defective knock off.

PS, keep checking on this post bc I feel like I keep adding more shit that hurts me

[xf-cases-solved]

today we are sitting in our office at 6 in the morning thinking about...

that scene in "squeeze" that everyone knows by heart, where mulder asks scully, "do you think i'm spooky?" and it's very cute and weirdly sexually charged like all of their interactions are, but also that scene is really important to their character development actually??

this is episode three, and with the understanding that these two are unhinged and kind of speedrun the whole "i would die for you, you're everything to me, you jump i jump, etc" thing, ostensibly they're still getting to know one another, and, more importantly, mulder's still trying to gauge if scully is hashtag legit. like, his gut tells him that, yes, for some reason the fates aligned and made it so the shadow government fucked up real bad and actually sent him an ally instead of an enemy (and also she's not hard on the eyes either, just sayin'), and also she held a security operative at gunpoint for him just one episode earlier, so i think by this point he does genuinely trust that she doesn't have a secret agenda

what he is LESS certain of, however, is whether or not she is going to want to stick around once she fully understands just what a fucking bummer it is to be fox fucking mulder, resident hoover building loser. like she is this literal genius agent and medical doctor, who's professional and hot and kind, and she could easily have an extremely promising career ahead of her, and he doesn't think she understands just how detrimental it is for her to go all in with him. and this case, with these by-the-book buddies of hers, is the first time they are really facing that issue head on

going back to the aforementioned scene, mulder is testing her. through that whole bit, he's testing her. ("why didn't they ask me about the case?" "bc they're my friends and they're more comfortable with me" "why would i make them uncomfortable?" "bc of your reputation" "rEpUtAtIoN?? who has a reputation???") like he is trying SO hard to get her to stop talking around the issue and just say "they think you're a fucking freak, mulder," which ofc she won't, which is why, when she gives him the perfect set up with, "they think your theories are..." he IMMEDIATELY swoops in and asks, "spooky?"

and then he looks her in the eye and asks, "do you think i'm spooky?"

and he says it in his joking tone, but i fully believe that there is a genuineness there. he already knows before talking to colton and his cronies how the conversation is going to go, and he doesn't care, bc he doesn't care about their opinions, but he DOES care about her opinion, and i think that scares him. i think it's been a very, very long time since he last gave a shit about what someone thought of him, and he's extremely uncomfortable. i think that's why he goes so hard just seconds later with the straight faced "aliens are actually grey" thing with colton. he doesn't do it to taunt colton, or for his own amusement, but bc he wants to show scully flat out, "this is what they think of me, and this is how i am going to act in response. can you handle it? can you handle being a social pariah? or do you think i'm spooky?"

the theme comes up repeatedly in this episode, actually. he outright admits to being territorial over her, but in the same breath gives her permission to work on the case with colton instead of him, bc he KNOWS what a shit meal she's been served by the fbi, pairing them up together, but then she's like, "hmmm, idk, i think you must know more than you're saying and i wanna know what it is," and he is so delighted, bc not only does it mean that she's really committed to finding the truth, not just closing the case as fast as possible, but it also means that she's choosing him over them, and that N E V E R happens

but later in the episode he also makes the remark about how in thirty years she'll be "head of the bureau," which is another peek into his mind grapes, showing us that he's still very stuck on this idea that working with colton & friends is going to make her suddenly come to the realization of "oh wait, what am i DOING with this loser??" he's afraid of that happening, and he's afraid about the fact that he's afraid of it in the first place, and bc this is mulder and scully we're talking about, and neither of them are physically capable of saying what they're feeling, he just keeps making jokes and quips and being a dick to colton (who deserves it, but still), bc the alternative is admitting to scully, "hey, i really like your company and would kind of really very much like it if you didn't leave me for the cool kids agents," and he's not going to do that. not just bc of the vulnerability aspect, but bc he would view it as selfish, bc he fully believes that being stuck with him is bad for her (lol i wonder if that will become a theme throughout the entire series ha ha)

but anyway, turns out his worries are unfounded, bc it turns out scully will take being mrs. spooky over climbing the career ladder any day

"do you think i'm spooky?"

"no, i think you're a fucking nerd, now shut up get me my own desk. if we push them together we can play battleship, and then later we can get to know each other carnally"

or something

they're in love, your honor

this is only episode THREE

unhinged