#took manic reflection to get to that but hi

[sensitivedead]

ive written some twenty or so pages since i woke up this morning in my journal. last entry is my acceptance that mentally i have nothing to get over but that i need to stop being self destructive and settle into acceptance and work physically through yourself because you are yourself so im like huh…. no more scramble to dwell on…..

[midnightwriter21]

Left A Mark (megumi x reader fluff)

characters: megumi fushiguro x reader, gojo, itadori, nobara

warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

AN: this is short but cute asf. kinda ooc megumi? but i think he’s soft for his partner and i own jjk so it’s actually canon (i wish)

A voice calls from the front door, “Hey, i’m heading out. I gotta meet up with the others for a mission…”

Swiping the applicator across her lips to finish her makeup, Y/N calls back, “Okay, one second! Don’t leave yet!”

Quickly gathering her purse and other necessary belongings she walks from the bedroom to the front door to meet her dark haired boyfriend.

“I’m leaving too. I gotta go to the store and buy some groceries.”

He looks down at her with a small smile, “You look beautiful today.”

“You say that everyday, Meg.” Y/N giggles

He huffs a laugh, opening the front door and letting her walk out first, “Because it’s true. You look beautiful everyday.”

He closes and locks the door behind him, “This job won’t take long. I’ll be home in about an hour or two.”

“Okay, i’ll be home around then too,” Y/N reaches up and plants a kiss on his cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” And he’s off to meet his classmates.

As he walks to the meeting spot at Jujutsu High Megumi notices the stares he’s getting from others. Some laughing slightly, some smiling, and a few glancing at him and saying, ‘awww’.

“The hell are they looking at..?” He grumbles under his breath.

Finally walking up to his class mates, Yuji is the first to notice him and wave him over, “Hey man, cmon! What took you so lo-… Oh?”

A shit eating grin crawls it’s way up Yuji’s face. Used to Yuji’s antics, Megumi ignores it. Until Yuji involves Nobara.

A sharp elbow to her side followed with a, “Look! Look!”, from Yuji catches her attention. Quickly, Nobara and Yuji are sporting matching smiles.

Nobara laughs, “You must’ve been busy, huh? That’s why you’re late.”

Cocking an eyebrow, Megumi responds, “Busy? I wasn’t busy. I was at home.”

“Yeahhhh, I bet you were at home,” Yuji cackles, “in bed!”

“So what? Didn’t have anything better to do before this. Why does that matter?” Megumi mutters.

As Megumi quickly becomes the source of Yuji and Nobara’s teasing, a loud voice interrupts, “WOAH! Megumi! You’re a little show off aren’t ya!”

Satoru Gojo, first year sensei at Jujutsu High and the bane of Megumi’s existence.

Turning to look at his sensei, Megumi finally asks, exasperated, “What the hell is everyone talking about and staring at me for?”

Giggling manically, Gojo hands him his cellphone, “Hehe, why don’t you take a look.”

Taking the phone and casting a quick glance at his reflection in the front facing camera Megumi’s jaw drops, “Wha-… what the hell?”

Sitting there, smack in the middle of his cheek, is a lipstick mark in the shape of his girlfriend’s lips.

Face turning bright red, Megumi hands the phone back to his sensei and grumbles, “Just shut the hell up and stop staring at me.”

Que Nobara, Yuji, and Gojo singing in unison, “Oooooooo Megumi is in looooovvveeeeee~”

“Be quiet you three idiots!”

*A FEW HOURS LATER*

Having returned from the grocery store not long ago, Y/N busied herself by putting the groceries away. Just as she’s reaching for the last grocery bag, the front door clicks open.

“Meg? Is that you?” She asks.

“Yeah, I’m home!” Megumi answers.

“I’m in the kitchen! How was the mission?”

Shrugging out of his uniform jacket, Megumi makes his way to the kitchen, “It was okay. Gojo and the others are annoying as ever.”

Giggling, Y/N turns to face him, “Well you know how those three can b- oh?”

At her noise of surprise, Megumi looks up at her, “What?”

“Megs… uh.. your cheek?” Y/N gestures to her own.

“Oh yeah… Thanks for that by the way,” he sighs, “Gojo, Nobara, and Yuji gave me hell with all the teasing.”

Y/N laughs lightly, walking up to him and putting a hand over the kiss mark, “Why didn’t you just wipe it off?”

Megumi looks at her confused, “Why would I do that?”

“So nobody teases you for it?”

Megumi scoffs, placing his hands on Y/N’s hips and pulling her close, “I don’t care about their teasing that much. Besides they’re just jealous.”

Y/N smiles, questioning, “Jealous of what exactly?”

“Jealous that I have someone like you to come home to.”

Y/N blushes at his answer, before he speaks again, “And… it was kinda like you were with me all day today. But now that I’m here with you…,” he picks her up ignoring her squeak of surprise, and walks toward the bathroom, “… now I can wash it off.”

[pentechnics]

Can't Get Enough

pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader rating: E | explicit | 18+ only word count: ~1,200 tags: nsfw, hate sex, angry sex, penetrative sex, throat/breath play, rough sex, multiple orgasms, angst, reader and din hate each other yet can't get enough, din makes you sad, no physical descriptions of reader, no y/n

notes: This isn't my usual style, but I just kinda had to get some stuff out. Not really edited or fully flushed out, for that matter. But hopefully posting something new will help me get further in my other work! I have something due for the d20 writing challenge and I am so sorry that one hasn't happened dfghjsfkl

taglist under the cut❤️

He slammed you against the wall with a loud thunk.

Your throat was sore from exertion, your pulse quickening with each groan he released.

His hand found your neck again and held tight, forcing you to look into that visor and see your own lust-blown gaze reflected back at you.

Fuck, he pissed you off. He got to see you like this, but you didn’t. Every time you two wound up like this, it felt like another charge added to an invisible tab. Like he owed you something, because you always gave him everything.

The thought was brief, soon vanquished by another angry thrust, pain and pleasure melding together and turning your brain to mush.

You peered in deeper, willing his eyes to show themselves. You channeled every ounce of mental energy you had left into him – how much he hurt you, how angry he made you. How angry you were at yourself to have given into this again.

And why? Nothing ever changed. He’d come over, both of you would be pissed as all hell, take it out on each other, and then he’d leave. Neither of you walked away feeling any better.

… You never stopped to wonder why he kept coming back. It took two to keep this up, after all. You sucked on his thumb when he stuck it in your mouth, wrapping your legs around him to bring him deeper into you.

You hated this. You hated that it always came down to this for you to feel something. Ever since the two of you broke up you’ve been searching for something, but hell if you knew what it was.

You hated that he was still your answer. You surely didn’t love him anymore, but you hated that you still needed him.

Especially because he doesn’t need you.

He rammed into you, deeper and deeper, sending you into convulsions. You screamed into the humid air, grasping at his shoulders for dear life.

His own cries followed, a loud ‘fuck’ echoing into the darkness. He pried you off the wall and threw you down on the bed, putting the full force of his weight into each delicious stroke.

You couldn’t help the whines that spilled out of you. He had a way of dragging out every single sensation until you were drowning in it all. Drowning in him.

It was infuriating.

You pulled yourself up to his shoulder, kissing and biting at his salty skin. A gorgeous, vindicating sense of pride soared through you when he let out a whimper. 

You liked to think you were the only one who could make him do that.

It made him pound harder into you. Your bite matched, his skin muffling your screams.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” you panted.

“Yeah?”

You nodded.

“Good.”

He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in. Swears piled out of you. Your heart was pounding, your blood on fire. He had the nerve to fucking chuckle.

“You like that, don’t you?”

 “Bastard.”

He did it again. You wailed.

“Shit,” he whispered.

Any wittiness he had was gone. His pace became manic, one goal in mind. Your eyes rolled back as he continued to ram his cock against your g-spot.

“Close your fucking eyes,” he growled, pressing a hand over them.

The sensations grew stronger without the distraction of sight. Especially after hearing the familiar hiss of his helmet and feeling the subsequent mouth on your neck.

Your moan echoed around you both. Your hand came up to press against his head.

“Din-“

Your orgasm erupted without warning. He used his hold on your head to press you into the mattress, fucking you through it without relent.

“Yes, keep coming, baby.”

Wave after wave of pleasure had your legs flailing and your back arching. Stars appeared before you. The onset of tears built up behind your eyes.

“I’m not fucking done,” he mumbled.

His free hand began to swirl your clit. You thought you couldn’t scream any louder, yet he proved you wrong.

Your muscles tensed up all over again, that sweet coil threatening to break with each tiny movement.

“You better fucking come again,” he said through gritted teeth, like he was holding himself back.

The combination of thrusting and tight circles on your clit had you coming undone again with ease. Your second release was stronger, your body’s convulsions all the more erratic.

But he didn’t stop.

His hand left your eyes to grip your hips, and you had to fight with yourself to keep from looking at him.

“One. More.”

He pulled you to the edge of the bed and dragged you onto his cock over and over. The new angle was steeper, hitting something deeper inside that you weren’t aware existed.

“Oh god,” you sighed. “Right there.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you whined.

He let out a groan and picked up the speed. You threw your arm over your eyes, afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself for much longer.

His breath was labored, accentuated with deep heaving. He wasn’t going to last much longer, which meant—

“Runnin’ out of time, baby, you better give me one more.”

You squealed with each pulse of contact with your g-spot, but his words made a bead of annoyance interrupt your trance.

No, you thought. You’re not gonna get what you want this time.

You squeezed your muscles, clenching his cock tighter between your walls.

“FUCK,” he shouted. “Feels so good-”

His grunts were too much to bear, each one scratching that sweet spot in your brain that went straight to your pussy, but you had to hold back. He had to break first. You gripped the sheets with your free hand and clenched your jaw, desperate to keep the impending third orgasm down.

His grip on you tightened.

“Oh, fuck you,” he spat.

“You already are, dumbass.”

You didn't recognize the graininess of your own voice. But what came after told you it worked.

He leaned over you and continued the rapid pace, both of you moaning into the air just before coming in a heap of screams and roars.

He buried his head beside yours as he rode out his pleasure, taking yours with it.

He eventually slowed to a stop, standing back up and taking care to pull out the condom with his spend without spilling, just as he did every time.

You heard the plop of it getting thrown in the trash before he leaned over you once more, caging in your frame with his arms.

“Look at me.”

“I haven’t heard the helmet-”

“Look. At me.”

Even through his labored breathing, his voice was unwavering. He put his hands on either side of your face, forcing your gaze to meet his when you did peek your eyes open.

The tiny amount of air that had replenished in your lungs was gone.

He was a vision: skin glowing with sweat, eyebrows scrunched with a crease in the middle, sharp cheekbones and a hooked nose…

… But those fucking brown eyes. They were just downright unfair.

You put your hands over his wrists to keep his hold in place. A glimmer of hope dared to emerge in your head – is he letting you see him because he actually did care? Was there still something in him that loved you?

But then he let out a deep chuckle. Your heart broke all over again.

Why’d I even bother?

“You’ll never get enough, will you?”

You gulped. It always came down to this. But this time, you’d seen the truth.

Not only was this his last playing card, but you had a winning hand.

A confident grin bloomed across your face, the satisfaction already tasting so sweet now that you got to say this directly to his actual face. You’d get to see that smug expression die.

You’d get to finally be the one to let him down.

“Neither can you.”

****

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[beemochi-art]

SHOCKWAVE AND WHIRL!!

A Dangerous genius from the depths of the nemesis, an unknown danger beneath the depths of their very ship. Whirl, his bodyguard, eyes to the outside and most importantly his consort.

Time to talk about their LORE!

Shockwave awoke, connected to the wall, weak, cold and confused, connected to the wall by cords and wires. So much information was running through his head he had to break free from the wall to catch a break. It took some time The voice’s kept calling him shockwave. It took some time but Shockwave used the database he was connected too to learn the history of the cybertron war, what happened the planet, where he was and most importantly what happened to him. He discovered the decepticons called him shockwave because that’s what they’d call the database ai (similar to Siri.) created by Soundwave. He also figured out no one knew he was in this little room.

It was unknown who Shockwave was before his Empurata ritual happened. He doesn’t remember anything from his past not even his real name. Slowly things here and there would come back to him, memories of his old life, people he cared about but don’t know anymore. With the discovery of cybertrons demise. Shockwave became angry. He want the both decepticons and autobots to die for their war, he knows that their planet may be beyond fixing. He swore a slow revenge for both parties.

But while upgrading and plotting, he started getting some of his emotions, he started getting lonely and wondering if any other Empurata we’re capable of breaking out of their trance.

(Only decepticons have Empurata aka drones in their faction due to have enough resources for them and that they are basically fee labor. Drones are lower class them not really considered alive, so often times they are vehicons or work in dangerous areas. They are lower than servant Class cons)

Shockwave didn’t want to damage any vehicons or cause unnecessary death. So he told himself if he caught one with any hint of life to them he would continue with procedures. Until then he worked on himself and mapped out weaknesses in the decepticon army.

One day he spotted a vehicon looking at itself through windows or lagging behind others. Not entirely paying attention. It wasn’t hard to find him because of the unique markings on its neck. Shockwave stole him away, no one would notice and went though the procedure of waking the vehicon.

The Drone was confused and scared most of the time and barely spoke. Mostly just staying in a corner or looking at their reflection. Shockwave would mostly leave them alone. Eventually tho as the Drones personality began to shine through, they asked questions or make pretty honest remarks, they could offend times be considered rude. Shockwave didn’t care tho, it was nice just to have someone around. Then the Drone personality came back full swing Bold, crazy, honest, crude. Most interesting this mech had no fear. They were also a very skilled and dangerous opponent often pulling insane manic maneuvers when fighting just too win, they were incredibly strong. It was hard for shockwave to keep up. One day the drone remembered his own name, Whirl.

The two work closely together. Whirl pretends to be a regular old vehicon on the surface. While shockwave upgrades and preps their next movie. It’s difficult for Whirl sometimes tho, because he doesn’t take disrespect lightly and he has to keep most of his skills to a minimal level.

[malarign]

hi can i get an enhypen when you are jealous ? also can you tag @chmberfve that’s my account but i’m not logged in at the moment 🩷

invidia

contains: ot7 x fem!reader | genre: angst, fluff | tw! mention of nam joohyuk and stray kids’ bangchan and felix, honestly idk what else i have no energy to read that sorry | wc: 1,6k

author’s note: sorry it took so long @chmberfve!! hope you like it though!

Lee Heeseung | 이희승

heeseung really loved it whenever you came backstage with them during promotions

it wasn’t something unusual though, since you were one of their stylists

but apart from preparing his makeup, you had to sometimes take care of the others

which well, he didn’t really enjoy watching

no matter how many times it happened he just couldn’t get used to it, especially today when you had to do pretty detailed makeup for jay

“Can you hold your head straight? I’m begging you Heeseung,” one of the stylists sighed countless time and just forcefully made him face the mirror and not the two of you.

He huffed and tried to watch you in the reflection of the mirror but to his dissatisfaction, you were completely out of sight.

“Open your eyes now for me,” you asked Jay, completely unaware of the simmering with jealousy boyfriend who maybe didn’t see everything, but he could hear everything.

His stylist went to grab another brush was his cue to grab a chance and take a look at the situation to his left. The view made him open his mouth slightly and furrowed his brows.

“Maybe just sit on his lap, wouldn’t it be easier that way?” he blundered out, making you stop and finally realize what your boyfriend has been going through.

You covered your mouth, in an attempt to suppress your laugh.

“You think that’s funny?” he mumbled under his nose, not completely aware of two hair rollers on his bangs that made him look rather hilarious.

“Kinda, yeah.” Your voice came out muffled.

He wanted to argue more, but he got interrupted, by his poor stylist, who now didn’t waste time to ask him, but just forcefully moved his head, saving you from another nag.

Park Jongseong | 박종성

let’s just say you shouldn’t have covered heeseung when you spotted him napping

poor boy got woken up by jay snatching it from his body

too confused to ask questions he thankfully just got on his side and continued sleeping

while jay stood still with the said blanket in his hand

giving you one of those disappointed looks

“How about you cover your boyfriend when he’s taking his nap?” he asked, tilting his head to the side.

“Babe, you’re going to wake him up,” you reasoned and brought your pointer finger to your lips.

“I don’t care, why do you do?” he said even a bit louder and quicker.

He would look intimidating with the way his jaw got tense and palms squeezed in fists, if not for the pout on his lips. You couldn’t help but smile while taking a few steps to get closer to him.

“You’re so cute when you’re jealous,” you mumbled against his lips before planting a soft peck on them.

His brows raised. “Me? Jealous?” He pointed at his chest with his pointer finger. Nodding you noticed a pair of eyes watching you from the couch.

“That was so disgusting,” said Heeseung, clearly awake now and disgusted from your mushy moment.

Sim Jaeyun | 심재윤

the moment he saw you talk with felix and chan he was so happy

he really wanted you to meet them and get along

but ig he didn’t expect you to get so close in just one gathering??

unfortunately for you (and him) he’s a pouty jelly bf

so the moment it was just the two of you he asked you an unreasonable amount of questions

“Do you like Felix more than me?” You could swear he was just on the other side of your living room yet he somehow teleported next to you causing a mini heart attack.

“What? No, of course not,” you said confused, scanning his sad eyes and pouty lips.

“How about Chan? Do you think I should work out more?” he continued his interrogation with you.

A smile crept to your lips watching his manic state, but you finally had to stop this madness. Cupping his cheeks managed to make him shut his mouth and finally look at you after minutes of him avoiding your gaze.

“I’m overreacting, right?” He bit his lower lip and smiled sheepishly.

“Maybe a little,” you chuckled and gave him a quick peck. “You have nothing to worry about, though. I don’t want them, because they’re not you.”

Park Sunghoon | 박성훈

now you would definitely know when his feeling jealous by his unusual silence at home

not even your lame jokes would make him utter a word

and today you completely crossed the line by borrowing a hoodie from sunoo

tbh you knew that he would react like this but c’mon

at least you had an excuse to cling to him even more, as an apology

Sunghoon brushed past you coolly for the nth time that evening, this time nonchalantly taking a juice from the fridge you were currently rummaging through. You followed with your eyes his silhouette and scanned his features — nose raised high and adamant look typical for his jealousy now decorated his whole demeanor.

“So you’re really jealous about that hoodie.” You closed the fridge and leaned on the kitchen island.

He slowly turned his head to face you, still unimpressed. “No,” he answered shortly.

“So you are!” You poked his side and he glared at you. Before he could say something you already climbed on your toes to plant multiple kisses on his jaw, cheeks, and finally lips. “Nah, you’re not going to bribe me with kisses,” he shook his head after you were done.

“You didn’t oppose it though.” You smiled triumphantly, making him roll his eyes.

“I just don’t understand why you didn’t ask me, your boyfriend, to lend you a hoodie. You know I have plenty of them since you’re constantly cold, yet you asked none other but him…”

Kim Sunoo | 김선우

he really rarely gets jealous, though there are times he just breaks

massages his temples and sighs, doesn’t matter if you do this on purpose

unfortunately (for him) you manage to make him lose his cool with a huge success

“what about me???”

It wasn’t the first time Sunoo recommended a drama, but your excitement and investment in new episodes were definitely higher than usual. And he couldn’t blame you, who wouldn’t fall for Nam Joo-hyuk? However, your obsession started to concern him, leading to his jealousy. But you skipping edits of your own boyfriend only to watch edits of your new favourite actor was the complete crossing of boundaries.

“What are you watching?” Sunoo said snatching your phone and throwing it on the other side of the couch. You opened your eyes wide in shock and somehow managed to not throw hands at him.

“Sun, that was very important!” You tried to get it back but he stopped you.

“You must’ve lost your mind to think he is more important than your boyfriend! Hello? I’m right here!” He argued, holding your phone as far away as he could, while you fought for your life and wellbeing.

“If you saw that edit you would understand!” You tried to bribe him.

“I’m sure engenes edits are much better. Or my fancams. Anything!”

Yang Jungwon | 양정원

now it’s not easy to either make jungwon lose his patience or get jealous

but when he is he rather communicates it with you

telling you he didn’t appreciate the way you ignored him and just talked to heeseung

or how you showed your soft spot for riki and not him (honestly how could you?)

though he has one (1) weak spot which is sleeping on the shoulder of somebody who isn’t him

Jungwon tried really hard not to glare at Sunoo, though it was much harder said than done. You were peacefully sleeping, and after eight long hours of running errands, you just dozed off on his shoulder.

Why couldn’t you just wait a second for him to come back from the bathroom? He left you for not even 5 minutes yet you managed to drift away.

“Are you comfortable?” he suddenly asked, a little too loud.

Sunoo frowned and held his pointer finger against his lips. “You’re going to wake them up. And yes, I am. Thank you for your concern,” he replied and continued scrolling social media.

Jungwon pursed his lips in a thin line, knowing there was only one last thing he could do. “You know she’s sometimes drooling in her sleep, right?”

His question made Sunoo look up, first, he glanced at Jungwon then at you. “Y/n? You can now lean on your boyfriend.” Poor boy got scared of a pool of saliva potentialy forming on his jacket and quickly woke you up.

Confused you looked around and smiled at the view of Jungwon, unaware of his blatant lie continued to slumber now on his shoulder.

Nishimura Riki | 西村力

THIS BABEYY

pouts, sulking and crossing his arms were the main indicators of his jealousy usually caused by you daring to laugh at sunghoon’s jokes

they’re not even that funny? his jokes are way funnier than any of them

multiple sighs and clearing throat interrupted his every word now, all of this accompanied by his intense glares

talk about being petty and sassy

He knew what awaited him the moment he heard your laughter through the door to their dance practice room. Rolling his eyes he walked in nonchalantly, lowkey expecting you to stop but you dared to continue to be in convulsions. Tears ran down your cheeks as your hands grabbed your stomach.

“I can’t!” you managed to utter through giggles, unable to catch your breath properly.

Riki watched you carefully, waiting for you to finally acknowledge his presence. Finally, he cleared his throat, gaining your and the rest of his members’ attention.

“Hi baby,” you said, leaning on his shoulder. He usually would lay his head on top of yours yet he didn’t, making you sit straight. What hit you instantly was his visible pout. “Oh, you’re sulking?”

“I’m not,” he mumbled, but his pout sold him out.

“Ohh, somebody’s jelly!” Jake pointed to him causing a fit of laughter and the teasing began.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

[nastyaromatherapy]

"Can't handle myself" (18+)

After killing yet another person, Ethan can't handle himself around you.

pairing - ghostface!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

short, 969 word dark fic

warnings: non-con, dark themes, PIV

"Ethan, we really shouldn't," you started, desperately trying to go against his advances. Your heart was beating out of your chest, and your stomach felt like moldy Jell-O. Ethan just killed someone, the third guy this month. He was unphased, blood splattered on his mask and clothes. You on the other hand, were frantically hiding all of the evidence.

"Why not sweetheart? I thought you liked the mask," he said, gently stroking it in his hands as if it were his child. "I do. But I don't like fucking on the same dirt you killed a man on!" You screeched, gesturing towards the dismembered body. You slightly felt a gag build up in your throat.

"You know I'm irresistible," he whispered in your ear, caressing your hips, his hands moving up to your waist. Ethan had this thing where whenever he killed someone, his ego goes from zero to one hundred. Really fast and really fucking hard.

You grimaced at his manic breath, tapping fingers at your side anxiously. "Come on," he coerced. "I'll have you screaming for me in minutes."

You met Ethan through a friend, Quinn. He was her dorky younger brother that you guys would poke fun at and laugh about during sleepovers. That was until one day, you two grew attracted to each other, and started to see each other behind Quinn's back. It didn't take long for her to find out though. Her and your other friends.

It didn't take long for you and Ethan to lose your virginities to each other, not long for Ethan to follow you to your college. It took no time at all for you to find out about him and his wicked family's little secret.

Quinn knew how livid Ethan would be if you were to ever leave him. She betrayed you that day. Blackmailing you on your birthday to stay with the young man. You were young yourself.

Your stomach twisted in a familiar way as Ethan touched you, feeling over your body. He started to kiss at your neck, but you pushed him away. Ethan looked at you worriedly and wiped his slobber covered lips. "You okay, babe?" You shook your head and threw up your arms. "No! Nothing is okay. Can you at least get rid of the fucking body before doing this." Ethan just shook his head. "But you're so sexy baby, I can't handle myself."

He overpowered you and bent you over the counter beside the bathtub where the chopped up body laid. "I'm sorry ma. I really can't." You internally rolled your eyes. Of course he could. He ripped a hole in your leggings for an opening. "Ethan!" You scolded, again trying to get up but he held you down. "Sorry," he repeated again. "I'll get you a new pair. How's that sound?" He asked tenderly.

"Horrible," you muttered to yourself.

His hands hooked your panties aside and got a feel for your folds. Dry. He leans in and spits on them, making you clench. "Just making you slick for me, baby," he says as a response to your jolt.

"Ethan please, just stop," you whined. You were clearly not at all in the mood. A dead, rotting body was the least sexiest thing ever. He kept going anyways, slipping two fingers into you. You responded with a grunt.

"This okay?" He asked you. "No, it's not." You said firmly, again making your way up only for Ethan to push you back down on the cold surface. He leans down to kiss your neck and takes out one finger. "There, better," he whispers. That was clearly not what you meant. He thrusted the finger, his ring, in and out at a slow and steady pace. Your breaths got heavier as you tried not to make eye contact with your mirror reflection.

After about five minutes of fingering with no response from you, Ethan gets needier. He takes his cock out, it was red and extremely wet. You gasp when you sees it in the mirror. "Ethan, no. We can't. I got off of my birth control." You say. It was true, but you knew he would be disappointed due to his breeding kink.

"What? You're playing with me." He says, smiling obliviously. You shaked your head, assuring you were not. He sighs and looks very disappointed, and you see his cock twitch as he thinks to himself. "It's okay," he says, turning you on your back and lining himself up with your entrance. "I'll just pull out!" You shook your head as the tip comes in contact with your pussy. "Ethan I don't trust you, stop- Ethan!" You screamed when he pushes into you anyways.

"I'm sorry baby, it'll only take like six minutes okay," he huffs out while thrusting shallow thrusts. "Then I'll pull out and you'll be good, okay?" Your eyebrows furrow in fear. "Ethan, let's just quickly go to the store and buy some protection okay? Just don't, I know you," you plead, aware of his horrible pull out game.

"J-just trust me," he stuttered out, already feeling close. You didn't get what pleasure he found in this. You were clearly uninterested and not even wet. His thrusts become slower, deeper, and you could feel him pulsating inside like a heartbeat. "Fuck I'm close," he whispers, falling forward with his hair covering his eyes. "Ethan fucking pull out right now," you beg with tears in your eyes as you hear the victim's roommate's car approaching. "I-I can't," he whispers breathily. You shake your head a no, using your feet to try and push his tall frame away.

"Fuck!" He screams with a final thrust, filling your cunt with his cum. "Ethan," you shakily let out, choking on tears.

"Babe, where are you? The craziest shit happened at work today!"

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Ticci toby x gn!Reader

Wandering into the wrong woods.

warnings!: mentions of axes, blood, and violence

You got bored and wandered out to the woods by your house. You’ve done this plenty of times, sometimes you’ll even take a book or some snacks with you and have some self reflection on a fallen tree.

This time you just brought yourself, not thinking much about it. As you walk through the woods the only noises are the sounds of nature and the sound of leaves and sticks crunching under your shoes.

You lose track of time and how far you’ve gone out, too lost in your daydreams and the imaginary scenarios you were creating in your head. Eventually you tune back into reality only to realize these woods look very different and dark.

Chills run down your spine as you come to terms with the thought that you’re lost, you turn around, not remembering if you took any drastic turns or detours to get here, mentally slapping yourself for not paying attention and getting lost in your head so easily.

Your racing thoughts were interrupted by a rough voice, “You-u-agh lost babydoll?” you quickly snap your body around and see a man standing a good amount of feet away from you. His body jerks and snaps, and he lets out a few little noises and sounds.

The man has orange tinted goggles pulled up on his messy brown hair, a blood stained tan and black hoodie with dark blue jeans that also appear to have blood and dirt caked on it, He has a stripped mask covering his nose and mouth, and the axe he’s holding to his side has blood dripping down it.

Your heartbeat picks up as your brain demands you to run, run as fast and as far as possible, but you don’t listen to it, “Uhm.. nono i’m fine..” you say, failing to sound confident. The man laughs at your poor confidence and fearful expression.

He takes a few steps closer to you, twitching and jerking his neck, each and every movement he makes sends shocks down your spine. “Hm is-is t-that so?” the man stutters out , almost like he’s mocking you.

“Yes. i’m fine. get away from me.” You respond quickly, the anxiety evident in your voice as you take a few cautious steps back.

“Oh-h darling.. i’m n-no-not going to h-hurt-ugh you” He teases as he points at you with his blood stained axe, his eyes are extremely dilated and bloodshot, a manic expression placed on his face. He thrives off your anxiety.

You end up backing up into a tree, finding yourself helpless as the anxiety keeps you frozen in place, you give up and let the tears fall , “Please just leave me alone!” You cry out in a pathetic attempt to keep him away.

The man laughs manically at your cries, “awh? s-some-one s-s-scared?” He says between laughter. You say nothing in return as you continue to sob.

“ugh, Gah! s-shut up already!” He screams at you, The masked man getting fed up with your stupid cries. He waste no time flipping his axe over the the blade-less side and knocking you unconscious.

You body falls limp onto the damp forest ground. Toby stands over your body, breathing heavy and shallow, he straps the axe to his belt loop and picks you up, dangling you over his shoulder with ease.

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Time Will Tell - Chapter 23

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Warnings: Hyun-su meeting his monster, reader is a cutie pie, the beginning of the basement and spider monster scene. Word Count: 1,443

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It was dark when Hyun-su opened his eyes, the only light a strange watery reflection on the walls he was surrounded in. Somehow, he knew what he was experiencing wasn’t real, and that thought was solidified when he sat up and saw himself standing 2 meters in front of him. The only difference between the two of them was the fully black eyes of the one standing. 

“What are you?” Hyun-su asked the boy who looked like him.

“I don’t know,” the monster answered honestly, his face devoid of any emotion as he spoke.

“What?”

“I honestly don’t even know what I am."

A rush of calm washed over him as a strange but pleasant sensation ran across his forehead. The monster in front of him seemed to feel it too, because they both sat there in silence, not trying to find out what it was that made them so calm. Rather, they were just enjoying it. Enjoying the strange feeling in their hearts as the touch continued. 

It was only after a minute when the feeling left completely that the monster spoke again, his motives much more clear with his next words. “You can start over in this place. You can live however you want now.”

“But if I reveal my desire, I’ll become a monster?” Hyun-su asked from his place still on the ground. 

The monster’s face formed a manic smile at his words. “Yeah. So tell me what you really want.”

The monster snickered as the original Hyun-su stood up and walked over to him, suddenly holding his spear. “Fuck you,” he said before jamming the spear into his other self. 

Except, the spear didn’t touch flesh. It stuck itself into a mirror, shattering it so that the monster Hyun-su in the reflection seemed to multiply. 

“Fine. Good luck, then,” the monster taunted before the same calming sensation passed over their foreheads. 

Hyun-su took a step back from the mirror and dropped the spear. The smile dropped from his monster’s face and he seemed more at peace than the entire interaction Hyun-su had just had with him. The touch moved down until it stopped at his upper arm, and all he felt was contentedness. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in years. 

“Oh, I see,” his monster suddenly said. Hyun-su snapped his head back to him from where it had shifted away. “It’s her, isn’t it?”

Just as he was about to respond with a question, asking what it was his monster meant, his eyes opened. He found himself back in the arcade room, lying down on a few crates with his head on a soft fabric cushion. A warm hand rested on his upper arm, just like the feeling in his dream, and it caressed little shapes with its thumb. He raised himself from the crates, looking over his shoulder at where you sat reading. Or well, you were reading. Now, you were looking at him with a soft smile but concern in your eyes. 

“You’re up,” you said softly and pulled your hand away from his arm. He instantly missed the touch but did nothing to try and get it back. “I was worried about you. I am worried about you.”

“I’m fine,” he said on instinct and you gave him a light glare.

“I know that’s not true. You don’t have to hide how you’re feeling from me, Cha Hyun-su. I’m not sure if you trust me already, but I hope you feel you can someday.”

“I do,” he whispered, looking back down at his lap.

“Hm?”

He hesitated for a moment, taking that moment to look up at you again with such a sincere look in his eyes that you felt your heart skip. “I do trust you.”

Your heart skipped again at his words. “You… you do?”

He nodded, interlocking his fingers and averting his gaze back to his lap. You smiled and nodded, your face heating up despite his words being so simple. So simple yet so powerful. 

“Now be honest with me. How are you really feeling?” You asked him after the two of you sat in silence for a long moment. 

“I’ll be fine,” he reassured you.

“That’s not what I asked, Cha Hyun-su. I asked you how you were right now?” He sighed almost imperceptibly and looked down at his lap, staying quiet. You sighed too, reaching down and pulling out the first-aid kit again. “Now this is familiar, isn’t it?” You teased as you pulled out the band-aids in the kit. “If you don’t want me to see where you’re hurt, that’s fine… but you should treat them. They might heal quickly and you might not die from anything as serious as infection, but you still need to take care of yourself,” you whispered. You took out one of the band-aids before grabbing his hand and wrapping his fingers around the box holding them. Then, you gently lifted his right arm up, presenting the scars on his skin to you. You unwrapped the band-aid you took out and placed it over the healed wound. Then, as a response to the intrusive thought when it popped into your head, you pressed a gentle kiss onto it. Your face flushed and you glanced up at him embarrassingly before gently placing his arm back into his lap. “Goodbye, Cha Hyun-su,” you whispered before turning around and escaping out of the room. Your face burned as you played the whole interaction you had with him over and over in your mind. 

Eun-yu, who had originally come looking for you when she didn’t find you in the nursery when she returned, had seen everything and was smiling so brightly. She was serious when she said you were her best friend all those days ago. She didn’t have many friends, so even you showing her the sliver of kindness that you did made her want to keep you in her life forever. 

She walked away from the door since you escaped through the other exit and immediately saw her brother and Yoon Ji-su walking towards the door; her brightened smile disappeared immediately when she realized what they were there for. 

The night passed by quickly when you fell asleep next to your siblings, holding them tightly and keeping watch until your eyes were too heavy for you to hold them open. You ended up being the last one to wake up. Everyone decided to leave you in peace until you rose on your own, something you were equally frustrated and grateful for. 

When you did get up, the first thing you did was head straight to the arcade room and check on Hyun-su. You weren’t sure if he would be upset about what you did yesterday but you didn’t want to avoid him just because of that fear, especially when everyone else made it seem like he was the physical embodiment of the plague. 

You walked into the arcade room, expecting Hyun-su to be sitting there and staring off into space but finding the room empty instead. You felt anger but also confusion as it flared inside you. You weren’t sure what they could possibly be sending him up for this time but you were going to find out. 

You slammed the surveillance room door open when you got to it and opened your mouth, ready to curse Eun-hyuk out again. You stopped when a familiar figure was staring directly in the lens of one of the cameras. 

“Hyun-su?” You asked into the air, but it was quickly replaced with a gasp when his body got flung backwards and was left dangling in the air by a string. It looked like a giant spider web, but you wouldn’t be surprised if the monster was a spider. 

“Shit,” you heard Eun-hyuk mutter but your gaze was too trapped on the screen showing the boy you were slowly starting to grow affection for getting wrapped up in the webs of a giant spider-looking creature. “Han Du-sik, you’ll stay here and watch the cameras,” he then turned to you, grabbing your attention away from the screen and directing it to him. “You too.”

“What? No! I need to be down there with you guys!” You protested. 

“No, you don’t. What you need to do is be here with your siblings in case something goes wrong. They need you,” he said, and you could tell by his tone that he wanted the same to be true about him and Eun-yu. 

You waited for a few seconds, turning the idea over in your head before letting out a sigh and nodding. “Okay, just please bring him back safe.”

“We will.”

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Bad Things

Bucky Barnes x Reader

TW: Violence. Fighting. Brief mention of torture. Steve is alive and well.

The only way out was to awake them. And you did.

A/n: Heavily influenced by oxytocin by Billie Eilish. No like you will find lyrics throughout. Listen to it while reading, please.

Written in Third POV. No use of Y/N. However, the reader is referred to as a female. Likes, comments, reblogs are VERY VERY highly appreciated. Opinions really matter to me.

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You were sure that if you weren't driving the motorcycle, your legs would be bouncing, your hands would be shaking, and your palms would be sweating. But you were focusing on the road ahead despite feeling like you were driving on autopilot. You may not look like it, but you were a mess. Internally, at least. Anxity from the plan, danger of the situation, horrors from flashbacks, and uncertainty of the results. You were bitting your lips that you were close to feeling the metallic-tasting liquid on your tongue.

The darkness that grew, the further you got close to the agreed upon location, wasn't helping either. For someone who did this for a lifetime, you were spiraling. You wished you could cancel everything and come up with something different, but you couldn't.

Can't take it back once it's been set in motion.

You started to regulate your breath, take control of your mind, and keep your heartbeats in check once you saw the warehouse. It was now. There was no going back.

You stopped the motorcycle abruptly, causing the sand and dust around you to fly away. You took one last breath before taking the helmet out.

You got up and steadied your posture. The suit was never comfortable on your skin. Today, you felt like it was crawling on your skin, trying to devour you. You hid the suffocating feeling and put the act into action.

If you only pray on Sunday,

Could you come my way on Monday?

Confidence and peril were displayed. A strenuous look on your face. You were back in her.

"I thought you weren't coming." His voice annoyed you so much that you wanted to cut his throat open.

"I gave you a word, didn't I?" You came to a stop with enough distance between you and him. Even your voice was different in your ears.

"It's not like you had many choices." His laugh sent shivers through your body that you were able to hide.

"I always believed in your intelligence, moon." You pulled your hands into fists to stop any visible reaction from coming out of you.

The name was only associated with corruption and cruelty. Something the man in front of you strived for.

"With both of your capabilities, we will go back to the top of the world." The evil smile was more telling of his intentions than his disturbing words.

With the mere mention of him, you felt the air get thicker, the wind blowing harder, the stars dimming their lights, and the rocks and pebbles shaking on the floor.

He was here.

"Great. We didn't have to wait long for him." The man almost clapped in excitement.

In the sea of the darkness of the night and the void you were in, he appeared. His black suit made him almost unseen in the darkness of the night. But his heavy footsteps made him known.

The golden in his arm reflecting the light of the stars and the mask covering all his face except the eyes were making him even more fearful.

In person, he was much more terrifying than the stories and myths.

However, the crazy man didn't think so.

"Would you look at that?" He said once that the two of you were standing next to each other. You wanted to hold his hand, seeking any sort of comfort and reassurance, but you knew it would blow out your act.

"The Winter Soldier and Wicked Moon. Together and back at their home."

Dugal, the man speaking, had been the bane of your existence for some time now. Every mission, every warehouse, every file, and every piece of evidence all trailed back to him.

The manic, who had been obsessed with bringing Hydra back to life,.

With the right allies and calculated steps, he was able to achieve most of his plans in secret, but why show yourself now? Why draw attention to you now?

Because it was time to get Hydra's greatest weapons back.

You and your husband.

You and Sergeant James Barnes

Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier.

You and Bucky shared the same life. Kidnapped by Hydra, injected with the serum, erased and brainwashed, trained to maximum efficiency. You reached levels of skills that were unmatched.

Despite the different start, you and Bucky were the faces of the same coin.

You were taken a bit after Bucky. Hydra had the goal of making both of you into its lethal duo. Unbeatable and unpredictable. You and Bucky became the ghost story for decades. Never once seen or traced.

You were a myth that terrified all.

And for decades, you spent all your days with Bucky, or who you called soldier at a time, because you didn't know his real name. Nor did he know yours, and he called you Moon.

You shared a cell. You trained together. You were sent on missions together. You were tortured together. You were used to each other's screams and pains. You were the same person in many ways.

While Hydra was blinded and happy with your success rate and obedience, they failed to notice the deep connection that was forming between the two of you.

The comfort you found in each other. The conversations without words. The accustomedness. The long eye contact and gaze The gentle touches that only you provided each other with. The worry and panic if one went on solo missions.

You understood each other. You trusted each other. You empathized with each other. You prayed for each other's freedom.

You loved each other.

So, looking at Bucky with questioning and worried eyes above Steve Roger's unconscious body after you disobeyed the direct orders of eliminating Steve and following Bucky to save him from death by drowning, Bucky knew he could never leave you. He took your hand and ran away.

Other people wouldn't stay

Other people don't obey

You and me are both the same

You should really run away

It was a long and bumpy road. Gaining back your memories and learning how to live. But you held each other's hands. And in the face of all the hardships, you stood together.

You fought it all until you finally settled into your shared apartment in Brooklyn. Almost ten years after escaping Hydra.

You thought life was finally good. You knew who you were. You got back your identities. You were healing bit by bit. You finished therapy and were officially pardoned. You were allowed on missions, but more importantly, you were allowed to turn down missions. A luxury you and Bucky never had.

You were so happy for Bucky, who got to have his bestfriend back, Steve, and make a new one, Sam. You were happy that one of you could have someone, especially after finding out that you had nobody, which made you the perfect target for Hydra in the first place.

But being the good people they were, Steve and Sam instantly took you in like family. They could easily tell how much you meant to Bucky. Even from the first day. Whether on the bridge or in Bucharest, The uncontrolled urge to protect you despite being perfectly capable of looking after yourself. The care and admiration in his eyes whenever you were around or your name was mentioned. All and more signs that exposed Bucky's feelings for you.

They were more than happy when Bucky told them that you got married on the very long, overdue vacation that you went on.

You were everything to Bucky's. His love. His life. His rescue. His salvation. You were his reason to keep going.

While he felt bad that you had to go through the tough life you had, he couldn't imagine how his life would have looked if he had never met you.

So when the danger of Hydra taking you away from him arose with Dugal's appearance, Bucky almost lost his mind.

Dugal seemed insistent on taking you and Bucky back. He was destroying places, terrorizing, and hurting innocent people. Dugal heard you were trying to be good people, so he played on your conscience. He was pushing you and Bucky towards this moment. The moment you caved and gave up. The moment you returned to Hydra.

So, with his knife on Cass's neck, you surrendered. You promised to meet him and do whatever he wanted. And you promised to bring Bucky as well. He wanted the both of you.

And you listened.

Here you were. In the suits you thought you would never put on again. Triggering the two people you buried so deeply within. In front of the warehouse of an enemy, you fought for and against your whole lives.

"This is your home. This is your purpose. Not fake heroism. You were made to serve the greater good. To protect and serve Hydra." Dugal's voice made its way to your ears.

"You belong to Hydra. And Hydra only."

'Cause as long as you're still breathing

Don't you even think of leaving

Not gonna wanna look away, look away, look away

You're gonna wanna get involved, involved, involved

And what would people say, people say, people say

If they listen through the wall, the wall, the wall?

You kept the stoic expression on your face, refusing to let him see the effect his words had on you.

The door of the warehouse opened, and walking out of it were Dugal's two trusted men that you saw everywhere with him. Nedward and Alexios. They stopped behind him.

Following them, hundreds of agents came out of the warehouse. They surrounded you and Bucky in seconds. You looked at Dugal, confused.

"I want to make sure you are still the best. I want to know where to pick up from." His smile was wicked and filled with bad intentions.

"Call it a test. A test of Wicked Moon and The Winter Soldier's abilities." His wicked smile wasn't flattering.

You got into a fighting position quickly, not willing to lose this. You felt Bucky take position, too, his back turning to you. You were back-to-back, moving in slow circles, assisting the situation.

And once the first agent threw the punch, it was nonstop.

I can see it clear as day

You don't really need a break

Wanna see what you can take

You should really run away

While the agents largely outnumbered you, they were at a disadvantage. You and Bucky fought like one. You had a never-seen-before fight style. You designed it so that you used each other's strengths to the full and utilized the weaknesses as power points. You used your full bodies in fighting. You were familiar with each other's bodies and movements. You grabbed weapons that were strapped to the other's suit. You twisted around each other to reach as many targets as possible. You trained until you perfected it. No flaws. No mistakes. No room for lacunas.

It didn't take long before the last agent was down on the floor. You felt like it was harder to breathe. There was a ringing noise in your ears. Your hand wanted to start shaking. Tears were rushing to your eyes. You were having a panic attack.

Memories of missions and assignments you did throughout your life It all looked like this. You standing above the fallen, waiting for your destiny to be decided by an evil organization that thought of you as an object of killing.

Dugal's voice gave you a sense of where you were and the situation around you. Quickly, you pushed your emotions inside and regained your focus. A trait you learned from your days at Hydra. Human emotions were never well accepted by Hydra.

You shook your head as you looked at Dugal, who was clapping slowly.

"Excellent. Great job." He moved a bit towards the both of you.

"It seems you haven't changed. Still the best." You succeeded in his test.

"You did cost me all the agents in the base. But we will bring more." Dugal was proud of the two assets.

"So it's only us in here?" You were hoping to get a specific answer.

"Yes. Tomorrow, I will bring agents and recruiters. Also, scientists who know how to treat and handle great weapons like you. This will be Hydra's biggest base." Dugal seemed excited for his plan.

However, once the words left his mouth, chaos erupted everywhere.

Bucky caught the shield in his hand as Sam and Steve landed on the ground and attacked Dugal. You and Bucky moved to Nedward and Alexios. Each taking on one.

Cars and vehicles appeared everywhere, lighting up the deserted place.

This was the plan all along.

No matter how much time passed, Hydra's men would always have something in common. They were arrogant. They had an ego big enough for an entire population. And that made them stupid. That made them vulnerable to mistakes.

You and Bucky knew that more than anyone. So the plan was to trick Dugal with your alliance until he was defenceless. It was risky, but it worked.

You only let go of Alexios once handcuffs were secured around his wrists. Same with Bucky and Nedward. You turned to see Sam and Steve holding Dugal until Torres handcuffed him.

"You think you won?" His words were more direct towards you and Bucky.

"You think you can ever escape this? You think you can be free? You are delusional. Hydra will never die." Dugal continued. Torres handcuffed him, letting Steve through him in one of the more armored cars and strapping him more.

"Cut off one head; two more shall take its place. Hail HYDRA!"

Steve closed the door of the car.

They weren't planning to cut off one head. They were planning to burn down the whole bunch. No mercy. No stopping until they were all gone.

Once his voice was muted and you couldn't see him anymore, you couldn't hold up any longer. You sat on the ground, hugging your knees to your chest, trying to get hold of yourself, trying to reconnect, trying to disassociate from what just happened.

Like you, immediately after the car started to move, Bucky threw the mask off his face, finally breathing. He hated everything about this mask. Trapped like an animal behind it. Deprived of any form of humanity.

He prayed he never had to put on again.

"You okay?" Sam asked his friend, worried about the mental toll this whole act may have had on him.

Despite having his nephews being the ones in danger, Sam was against this plan. He cared about you and Bucky dearly and didn't want to know how stepping back into your assassin personas would hurt your healing. You had come a long way.

While your quick response to save his nephews and willingness to do this for them touched his heart immensely, Sam couldn't help but feel like they should come up with something else.

But both of you insisted, and it worked, but was the cost expensive?

Bucky nodded. They were okay physically, at least.

Bucky turned around to see you still sitting on the sandy ground, face in hand. He knew it wasn't just today, but the whole thing. Hydra still haunted you, messing with your progress. He understood.

Bucky sat on the ground next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling into him and letting you lay in his laps, both of your legs on the side of his thigh. You nuzzled into his neck, holding his gear in your hand. You wanted to disappear in him.

"It's over. You're fine. You are okay. You are safe." Bucky's voice whispered in your ears, the end of his long hair touching your face and his hands wrapping up your back and waist.

You felt the tension leaving your body a bit by bit, making yourself only focus on Bucky's voice and letting yourself breathe. You knew you were surrounded by people, but you didn't care.

You only cared about Bucky right now.

You moved away from Bucky so you could look at him.

"We are okay. We are safe." You said to Bucky.

Because you cared about Bucky more than you cared about yourself. You loved Bucky more than anything. Bucky was the reason you were still alive. Bucky was your everything.

You wanted him to know that he was okay, too. You both survived this. You weren't back in that cell. You were going to your home.

Being the good-hearted person he was, Bucky always felt responsible for you. Even when he was the Winter Soldier. That's how the spark between you kindled. His instincts to protect you and care for you took a big part of him. And that made you fall deeper in love with him.

But you loved him just as much, if not more. You wanted to protect him from the hell you went through. Because he didn't deserve it. None of it.

The bigger burden of today wasn't the possibility of falling back into your old selves. It was the possibility of losing your partner to Hydra and watching them lose themselves once again.

You both came in with one goal. Protect each other to death.

And you succeeded. You were fine.

Bucky looked at you with love pouring out of his eyes. Bucky didn't understand how, after so much evil, he was still able to feel such strong emotions of love and adoration. But you melted him and lived in his heart. You were printed on his soul.

He nodded with a smile. You were okay. He leaned in and kissed you. It was a slow and gentle kiss. A reminder that you were both still yourselves. You were free. You were okay.

"Let's go home." You spoke once the kiss broke.

Home. Bucky was going home to the city he grew up in. He was going home to a place he had chosen to live. He was going home, where he would take a shower and lay on a comfortable bed. Bucky was going with his wife. Bucky was going to hold on as you both got rid of the remains of tonight. Bucky was going to hold you as you both drifted to sleep, dreaming of your future together.

Hydra didn't win. You were okay.

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dating ban

It was a warm summer night in Seoul. Hyunjin sat in his large downtown apartment and overlooked the panorama before him. He loved watching the sunset, he loved observing all the pretty lights being reflected on Han river but most of all he loved to look at the moon. It was a full moon tonight, clear as day. He sighed heavily, his mind unable to stop, his worries racing through his head relentlessly. He took a fistful of his black hair into his hands and mumbled manically: “This can’t be true. This can’t be true. This can’t be happening to me, what the hell…”

As he took a sip of his strong drink, he thought of the day it all went haywire.

“Hyunjin, listen to me.”

He looked up pleadingly into the stern eyes of his manager.

“You are aware that you are not allowed to date. Why are you acting like this?”

Hyunjin bit on his lip contemplating just how much he should share.

“I understand that you fell in love, but listen, you have to break up with her.”

His blood turned cold the second he realized what was demanded of him. Big, frightened eyes stared back at the manager.

“I can’t do that. Hyung, please. I can’t!”

The desperation was evident for everybody in the room. Hyunjin turned to Chan begging for help:

“Chan, please, do something! I can’t break up with Y/N!”

Chan looked at him with the utmost compassion, his eyes filled with hurt as well.

“Hyunjin, I am so sorry. But you know it’s for the best. We have a huge comeback planned. You know how this industry is… The fans need you to be single. We need you to keep that image alive. I am so sorry but it’s for the best.”

Hyunjin was unable to control his emotions, his eyes giving him away. His blood boiled as he shouted at Chan:

“The best for whom? Hm, hyung? For whom?? I don’t want to break up with Y/N, I love her! Don’t you all get that?”

He breathed heavily; rage filled his whole body. He didn’t give a fuck about the manager or Chan; he didn’t give a fuck about anybody at this point – or so he thought.

“Kid” – a compassionate voice appeared behind him, almost silently calling for him. Hyunjin turned around, faced by JYP himself.

“I understand your concerns but is it really worth it? Is she worth giving up your career for?”

Hyunjin turned silent. Memories of the last years flooded his mind. All the hard work he put into this, into himself and the band. Excruciating late night dance practices, singing lessons, hurt ankles, lost friendships, mean scandals, hateful lies spread about him, sleepless nights and overworked days. But he also thought of all the joy it brought him: the friendship with the guys, the ability to express himself artistically, the high of being on stage, the love from fans, the luxury it offered him, the security he provided for his family.

In that moment he knew he had to give you up, as he was not ready to give up on his passion just yet. Hyunjin took another good look at the moon and wondered if that was the right decision back then. He took another sip and pulled out his journal.

He wrote to you all the time, even though he never sent those letters. It gave him peace imagining it was you. He bought a special notebook just for conversations with you – he found it in an antique bookstore he used to go to with you. As he opened it, he noticed how many pages were already filled. He took the pen into his hands:

Dear Y/N,

How are you doing? I hope you’re okay. Because I am not. I miss you so much, I fear I am going crazy without you. I keep thinking about you all the damn time. I thought I made the right decision back then but I’m not so sure anymore. My days are filled with sorrow and longing for you. Have you moved on, yet? I can’t even bare to think about you with someone else. I am so sorry, Y/N. I am so sorry I brought us into this situation.

I knew it was wrong from the beginning. You and I both knew that it was forbidden to date. But I couldn’t help myself. I mean, how could I?

You are so special Y/N, I fell for you the second I saw you. You are so beautiful. I am surrounded by idols and models daily and trust me not a single soul could ever compare to your beauty. And I’m not even talking about your outer appearance. I am talking about all of you, about your soul. Angel, to me you are divine. When I was younger, I often asked myself how my future wife should be. I wanted her to be beautiful and cute. I wanted her to be charming and funny. I wanted her to be smart and expressive. I wanted her to be compassionate and kind. Oh, and I wanted to be with her and feel light. You know? Happy, loved, at peace – like my life was in perfect flow. And once I met you, and got to know you, I met someone who exceeded all of my expectations. You are so much more than the things I wished for. And you were mine. Oh my god, I was the happiest man alive. I couldn’t shut up about you, I was always bragging about you. I wanted everybody to know how amazing you are. Because you are. I care about you so much; I really mean it. I want you to be happy, even if it can’t be with me.

I beat myself up a lot over what has happened. If it weren’t for me, we’d be together right now. And I would hold you in my arms, placing soft kisses on the top of your head. I would whisper into your ear how much I love you and that I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. Y/N, you would look at me with your bright eyes and smile. That pretty smile of yours always makes my heart flutter. I would spend the rest of my life making you happy. Taking you out on dates, holding your hand and giving you sweet kisses. Listening to you when you’re sad and comforting you with all my love. I’d paint you all the time because you inspire me so much. I’d pin you down on the bed and made love to you all night long until you no longer could scream my name.

I’d hold you in my arms and tell you what a good girl you were for me and ask you about marriage and kids. I can’t shake the feeling that you and I would have been so happy together.

Y/N, do you know how your number is saved in my phone?

It’s LomL.

Love of my life. These words now taste bittersweet. I really love you. I am sure I will never stop loving you. I can’t ask you to wait for me, I know that’s not fair. I can’t tell you all those things because it makes it harder for you to let me go.

Hence, this is all I got. My confessions to you, forever kept in this lovely journal. I guess I was tired of talking to the moon about you and needed a change. I’m sure the moon misses you as badly as I do. In another world I would have told you that I will always be by your side, that I would never leave you. I would tell you that our love was special and unbreakable, no matter what happened. Sadly, I can’t. I couldn’t keep my promise. So, I had to let you go.

I hope you feel better than I do. I hope you are not weighed down by our lost love like I am. I love you Y/N.

Forever yours, Hyunjin.

Tears were staining his cheeks once again. Hyunjin looked up at the moon and wondered if there was another solution. Why couldn’t he have it all? He remembered what his mother used to tell him when he was a kid:

“Jinnie, if you want to go into show business, I will always support you. You are so talented; you can do anything. But please be aware. You have to pay a high price for fame, your life won’t be yours anymore.”

He remembered nodding eagerly.

“That’s okay Mom, I will pay the price. I will make it, just wait and see!”

He wiped away his tears, smiling back at his little self.

“You fool”, pity in his voice, “you had no idea just how much you’d have to pay.”

Part 2 🖲️

[hmserebusadjacent]

Playing with his hair

The moment I made my post about Emmrich's hair in the new trailer, I just knew I had to write a story where Rook plays with Emmrich's hair. And here we are.

Emmrich x Trans Male Rook (Established relationship, musings on a shared life together, a self promise of a future love confession).

Word count: 1,481

AO3

It had all started with an accidental brush of Rook’s fingers. He had been innocently enough trying to even out a crease at the collar of Emmrich’s shirt when his fingers had brushed the short hairs at the back of the mage's neck.

Emmrich might have been embarrassed by the noise of delight he let out if all of his nerves weren’t tingling at once.

“Darling?”, Rook questioned, not concern in his voice but curiosity instead as he abandoned his pursuit and came to stand in front of his lover instead. Emmrich knew his smile must have looked triumphant and perhaps a little manic because Rook’s answering smile was extremely fond.

They knew each other very well at this stage, even with only knowing each other for a few months. In that time Rook had tried to get know Emmrich more than some of his colleagues had in ten plus years. It was a truly special relationship they had. With every moment, Rook proved that Emmrich’s very being, his very spirit even, had never scared him and never would.

His beauty had truly never scared the rogue, and it never would.

“I'm alright, my sweet. It's just…”

The mage paused for a moment to compose his words and Rook just waited patiently, taking hold of one of his lover’s hands as something to do more than anything else.

“You touching my hair was…electrifying. I wasn’t expecting it.”

Rook’s smile turned truly soft, and he took a step forward into Emmrich’s space.

“When was the last time someone played with your hair?”

Hmmm. The truth was, Emmrich couldn't remember the last time someone had played with his hair. Maybe his mother or his sisters had done it, but those days were long ago now.

Not being intimate with anyone before Rook hadn’t given Emmrich the opportunity to ask for or to receive such an intimate experience.

“I don't know.”

Then Emmrich decided to be brave, his own smile feeling shy as he felt his cheeks blush.

“Would you play with my hair?”

Rook’s grin was instant and delightful, making the mage feel so, so safe all over again. His lover had always been kind and gentle, and he knew he would be now too.

He adored him too much for anything else, and that was wondrous. To see Rook’s adoration always plain to see in his gaze, always present in every touch and every word.

Emmrich Volkarin had never felt more treasured in his entire life.

“Of course I can, Emmie. I always want to make you feel good.”

“You always do”, Emmrich assured, walking over to the chair that Rook motioned for him to sit in as Rook followed along behind. The very prospect of having his hair played with was now making his fingers itch to play with Rook's hair too. To sink his hands into autumn curls, to feel the way his lover's hair sprung and twined around his fingers. To release that heavenly scent of lavender and chamomile soap.

As the pair of them passed the floor length mirror that Rook seemed to be using more and more nowadays, Emmrich paused, mind swirling with an idea.

Then he grinned at Rook, holding up a hand, asking him to wait.

Shuffling a chair over took little time at all, and watching his lover's brain catch up with Emmrich's idea via his blue gaze brightening was brilliant.

“That's a nice idea”, Rook commented as Emmrich settled himself in the chair, crossing his legs at the knee.

“I always want to see you.”

Then Emmrich looked up and saw Rook in the reflection, saw himself in the reflection, and his very soul cried out with joy at how right they looked together.

Elf and human. Young and old. Grizzled but kind and optimistic and kind.

Emmrich didn't really believe in fate, but Rook made him want to believe that fate had destined to bring them together. Like the Hero of Ferelden and his former assassin. Like the Champion of Kirkwall and his beloved. Like the Inquisitor and his most treasured magister.

Would the history books talk of him and Rook with such romance, he wondered. More specifically, would Varric talk about them so romantically?

The necromancer really hoped so. More than that, he hoped they all lived to see the book published.

“Emmie? You've gone into your own mind again, haven't you?”, Rook prompted, gently squeezing his lover's shoulders and bringing Emmrich back into the present. He adored that Rook let him have those moments where he just got stuck looking at Rook himself, lost in his adoration for him.

“Sorry, I uhm…”

Being honest was always best.

Raising his hands to put them over his lover's hands, Emmrich smiled at Rook's reflection.

“I was thinking that if fate does exist, I'm glad that it brought us together. Like something out of a fairytale.”

Rook's smile properly crinkled, his eyes closing a little and revealing his laughter lines. Spirits, he was beautiful.

“The best fairytale of them all, my darling. Finding you was one of my greatest treasures of them all.”

Coming from a man who had seen so much, seen so many beautiful places but had shared his very first relationship with Emmrich, those words meant the absolute world.

“I adore you, Rook”, Emmrich whispered, turning his head to press a kiss to his lover's left hand.

“I adore you, Emmie”, Rook whispered back, leaning further round the necromancer to steal his lips for a very tender kiss. One that spoke of soft mornings, and passionate evenings. One that spoke of many years to come in their relationship and so many joys along the way.

A kiss that spoke of love too.

Emmrich would have to tell Rook that he loved him soon. There would be no hiding it soon enough.

But for now, Emmrich Volkarin was content.

Very, very content.

When the kiss ended, things could only get better from there.

Indeed, the first gentle pass of Rook's fingers through his hair, from the base of his neck to the crown of his head, was so soothing that it had Emmrich bowing his head and sighing happily.

Rook may as well have been a mage for the sheer amount of tingles he managed to produce across the necromancer's scalp. His touch was so soft, so light, brushing aside salt peppered hair easily and deftly. Emmrich tried to keep his eyes open, to keep a watchful eye on their reflections but the sensations were enough to have him slumping slightly in the chair.

“It's alright, Emmie. Just relax”, Rook encouraged, and that was all it took for the mage to close his eyes and enjoy the sensations.

Clever fingers smoothed through his hair in different directions with each swipe, making a mess of his usually neat hair but Emmrich didn't care in the slightest. He adored that Rook didn't just focus on the longer hairs near his crown, but also ran his thumbs through his sideburns and the short hairs at his nape. Feeling the pads of his fingers run round his hairline was also wonderful, Rook tracing the signs of age that he wasn't present to witness. Rook was almost tracing through time with his actions, running through events that had shaped Emmrich and how time had shaped him too.

It humbled Emmrich in the moment to think that he would be with Rook when Rook himself started to go grey. There were a few grey hairs now on his lover’s head that Emmrich thought were very distinguished looking, but the prospect of seeing Rook go fully grey was the best kind of promise. Of years to come and shared experiences, of both of them taking care of each other through thick and thin.

Emmrich Volkarin once thought he would spend the rest of his life alone. But now, knowing that he would be with Rook for a good long time to come, Emmrich couldn’t imagine ever feeling lonely again.

And that thought was what had Emmrich blearily opening his eyes and smiling dopily at his lover’s reflection, taking in all of his glory.

“If you play anymore, I fear I may actually fall asleep”, Emmrich admitted sheepishly, watching as Rook smiled and nodded, his final act being to sweep the mage’s hair back into place.

“Thank you, my sweet. You make this old man feel very treasured, safe and content.”

There was that glorious crinkly smile again, one that Emmrich hoped mirrored the love that he stored inside of him for Rook.

“I’m glad.”

For a moment Rook seemed to consider something, his gaze lingering on Emmrich’s hands. Then he was grinning, his eyes bright and shining.

“Could you play with my hair?”

As Emmrich nodded and beamed a smile at his lover, he knew that his future had never looked brighter and more full of love.

[inuhalfdemon]

Never Changes His Scars

Word Count = 577

Rating = Appropiate for All Audiences

Summary: A cute little one-shot of our beloved deer man and his adopted daughter

"Knowing those two...it's stupider than you think."

The night was growing late within the Hazbin Hotel. Taking care to not rip or tear at the fabric with his claws, Alastor undid the fastenings to his suit jacket. He removed his bowtie along with the monocle he wore; neatly placing them aside. Next, he slid out from his dress shirt. His upper torso was exposed completely to the dim light that glowed from candles and the various small lights he had twisted among the bones of animal skulls and skeletons that ordained his room. Taking the shirt and the jacket; he went to the closet and tasked himself with getting everything put away in an orderly fashion; softly humming to himself all the while.

Niffty busied herself among his room at the hotel, as well. She darted to and fro, smashing whatever unfortunate bug she found and straightening/un-straightening the frames of photos and mirrors about the place as was currently fitting her ever-flitting aesthetic. She initially paid no mind to Alastor’s undressing, having seen his smokey, scar-covered skin before.

But, then paused. During her recent cleaning, she had come across a small collection of markers and pens….and it suddenly gave her the most brilliant idea. She swiftly went to the drawer that had them, and ran over to where Alastor was finishing with putting away the clothes. She hopped up and down at his feet, beaming up at him.

“Yes, dear?” Alastor gave her a genuine smile.

“Oh! Oh!” She continued to hop up and down excitedly, pointing at the floor.

Rolling his eyes at her, he sighed, and went to seat himself on the floor of the hotel. He sat with his legs crossed - still wearing the dress pants to his suit - and pressed his bare back against the smooth wood of the desk drawer.

Niffty immediately began to clamber all over him, her little self darting about him like a crazed and rabid squirrel. Alastor smiled to himself as he rested his head back, closing his eyes.

When she was done, she leaped from his knee and smiled proudly up at him. He cocked one eyebrow at her, ever smiling, before letting himself up off the floor before going to the nearest mirror.

Niffty had taken the markers and the pens and had used them to draw in each and every one of the deep, slashing scars that crisscrossed across his dark skin. She took pains to angle and sharpen them just enough, that they resembled menacing stripes.

Niffty broke into a fit of laughter, loudly exclaiming, “Tiger!!!” Her laughing fit continuing.

Alastor grinned back at his striped reflection in the mirror. Ruffling his hair slightly, he concealed his antlers the best that he could. Pulling back his ears, he laid them flat, curling the ends as he snarled into the mirror, his teeth sharp and exposed in a wide and wicked grin.

Niffty absolutely lost it, collapsing onto the floor her little body shaking with her insane laughter, tears streaming out the ends of her eyes. Alastor, himself, erupted into a fit himself and they both manically cackled together in front of the mirror for some time.

Meanwhile, just outside the door and into the hallway, Angel and Husker were coming back from a night out on the town. Walking past the door, Angel remarked – a little uneasily – “Do you think they are plotting mass murder in there?”

Husker sighed. “Knowing those two,” He said. “It’s something stupider than you think.”

[drvmekoo]

regroup | jeon jungkook [part two]

summary: drifting away from your best friend is never an easy thing to deal with. its a good thing a very important project is forcing you both to regroup

➳ pairing: jungkook x reader (f)

➳ genre: college au, fluff, angst, smut (eventually)

➳ rating: 18+

➳ warnings: none! just a lot of fluff

➳ wc: 1.4k+

➳ author's notes: i hope you all enjoy part two! i'm sorry it took so long to get here. school and work have been kicking my ASS. but anyways! let me know what you think!

PROLOGUE | PART ONE | PART TWO

“Now who’s the late one, huh?” Jungkook raised his eyebrows as you plopped your bag down on the seat next to him. You rolled your eyes as he teased you, raising his eyebrows at your irritated expression. 

“Don’t start Jeon.” You opened up your laptop in a hurry, cringing as you read the time. You were only ten minutes late but in your eyes, it was wasted time. You two still had nothing to show for since you got paired together and the due date was creeping closer and closer. 

“I totally forgot that my building was doing a maintenance check today and so I had to stay there for hours while they checked doors and toilets and ugh…anyways.”

For a moment, it went quiet between you both. You looked up at the man sitting across from you as he scanned your face, brow furrowed. 

Your own eyebrows knitted together “What? Do I have something on my face?” You pulled your phone out to check your reflection. Nothing seemed out of place.

“No no, I’m just….did you get to eat?” he said lowly. 

You thought back to the manic morning, trying to wonder if you did eat that banana that was left on your side. Your tummy rumbled at the thought.

 I guess that was your answer.

“Uh no, not yet but, I’ll just get something later.” You opened up your notes “We need to get a move on.”

Jungkook shook his head “No, absolutely not. You need to eat. It’s already 3:15. You must be starving.” The scrape of his chair echoed across the library. “Give me 2 seconds.”

Before you could protest, Jungkook sprinted towards the cafeteria. ‘What a procrastinator.’ You thought to yourself, sighing as you were left sitting at the empty table. After you quickly skimmed through your unfinished plan, outlining the key ideas of your project, you felt your mind drift to yesterday's weird fiasco in your room. 

Jungkook seemed to change in your presence. Acted like nothing ever happened between you two. Acted like he never abandoned being your best friend. 

But why?

Before you could think any deeper, the man himself had arrived back. He placed a muffin and a coffee cup in front of you. 

“Oh, Jungkook thank you…but you know I don’t drink coffee so-” You began to say, inching the cup back towards him. He shushed you.

“Of course I know that dummy! Open the lid and smell it!” He took the liberty for you as he once again sent it back to you and opened the lid of your cup. Instantly the aroma of chai hit your senses. 

The smell of cinnamon and creamy milk right away puts you at ease. This was your favourite drink and you’d pick it every time without fail. 

And Jungkook had remembered. Not only that you didn’t drink coffee. But also that you’d only drink one other thing. 

Your heart squeezed at the thought. “Thank you, Kook.” you beamed lightly. 

He nodded, sweetly smirking. “No big deal. Now eat before you fade away!”

After taking a few bites of your muffin and drinking some more tea, you finally decided to get to it. Time is of the essence after all. 

A couple of hours went by. Finally, both of you had achieved a hard outline of what your assessment was focusing on. The stress that was once looming over you was somewhat gone as you scrolled through both your (and now Jungkook’s) notes

“This is great! With this, it’ll make our lives so much easier when writing up the paper!” 

The excited tone in your voice now echoed across the library. The time was 7 pm. Only a few students still worked silently at their desks, but it was nowhere near the mayhem it was earlier on.

You also hadn’t realised in the depths of your study that the sky outside had also gone dark. You sighed “Okay well, this seems like a good place to stop.”

“Oh thank god!” Jungkook groaned. You rolled your eyes as you packed up your stuff.

“Hey, don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it! You were really getting into it at the end.”

Jungkook laughed as he slid his jacket on “No, I was honestly just enjoying how focused your face gets.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed to the gap between his eyebrows “Your eyebrows scrunch together right here, it's really cute.”

Your breath hitched again at the sudden compliment as you both walked out into the evening air. 

“Haha very funny.” you stopped, waiting to say goodbye before you can make your way home. “Well, I better get going-”

“Woah woah, what are you doing?” 

You paused “I’m…going home?”

Jungkook chuckled “You really think I’m gonna let you walk home by yourself? What kind of man do you think I am Y/n?”

“O-Oh Kook…I’m fine it’s just down the street-”

He shushed you once again, gently taking your hand and guiding you towards your dorm. The sudden touch of his skin against yours made your face heat up.

“You know, you shush me a lot.” You huffed as you walked alongside him, taking your hand out of his gentle grasp.

“Well, you talk a lot.” 

“Did that hurt?” you broke the silence as you both quietly walked along the street

“Did what hurt?”

You pointed to his big sleeve tattoo. While you were working earlier, you found yourself entranced and constantly looking at art that covered his entire arm. He himself caught you a few times, smirking and telling you to “take a picture, it should last longer..!”

“Ah, I was wondering when you were finally gonna bring this up.” He smirked now once again. 

You tutted “You know what? I’m sorry I asked, just forget about it.” You went to walk ahead in a strop, but he grabbed your arm and pulled you back 

“Hey no, I’m kidding.” he chuckled “It hurt a little, but the more times I went to get it finished, the more it was bearable you know?”

“You had to go back more than once?”

He nodded “Of course? You think this took only one sitting? I’d be there for hours!”

“I don’t know! I’m not a tattoo expert!” you shrugged “What did your mom think of it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Well the last time I saw her, she was ADAMANT that tattoos were a no-go.” You laughed lightly at the memory 

Jungkook laughed alongside you, hands in his pockets. “Ah that. Well, let’s just say she wasn't happy! And by ‘wasn’t happy’ I mean on the brink of fainting.”

You laughed harder “Oh my god! For real?”

“No joke, my dad was ready to catch her.” 

You both burst into another fit of laughter as Jungkook kept adding more to the story. 

“Wow, I miss your mom.” you sighed as you wiped a stray tear from your eye. “She’s great.”

“Yeah.” He chuckled “She misses you too.”

A wake of awkwardness swept over the two of you once again. You thanked the universe above that you were now coming up to your dorm. 

“Well.” You started, stopping at the entrance “Next time you speak to her, tell her I miss her cooking.”

He looked down at his feet “Will do. And hey, next time you speak to your mom tell her I miss her baking.”

“Whenever you need her cookies, be sure to get in touch.” You partly joked. He nodded lightly, leaving the two of you to glance at just each other for a split second

Before the silence could make its way into the conversation again you quickly broke out pf your trance “Thank you for walking me home.” 

He shrugged lightly “Ah no big deal, It’s the least I could do for standing you up yesterday.”

“Apology accepted.” You smiled

Jungkook lingered for a split second. “So…meet at the same time tomorrow?”

While your brain (and a little bit of your heart) was screaming at you to say yes, you had other priorities you had to attend to. 

“Oh, I can’t tomorrow. I have Joon’s birthday dinner tomorrow. He couldn't celebrate it on his actual birthday because of exams so he’s throwing it now.”

At the sudden mention of Namjoon, Jungkook’s jaw ticked “Ah, gotcha.” he mumbled dryly. 

Your brows furrowed “What’s up with you?”

“Uh, nothing. Thanks for today. Text me when you’re next free okay? At another dry response, he turned on his heels and walked away towards his own dorms, leaving you standing at your doorstep by yourself.

What just happened?

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[forcebewitht]

Can I request the Yandere tweels x reader? I just can’t get enough of those two

The Sharks And The Minnow (Yanderes!Jade Leech and Floyd Leech x MC!Reader)

(TW: Stalking, mentions of blood, obsessive behavior, mention of drugging, forced kiss)

...You could no longer process how long you had been running for. Ace, Deuce, and Grim had all quite promptly been knocked out by your two pursuers....your two admirers. Ever since you had arrived that fateful day, they had been watching you- of course, they keep tabs on every little new fish that enters the walls of Night Raven College. However, you were....different in every way. Originally, it was merely another task to complete for their benevolent dorm leader, Azul- keep an eye on you and see whatever could arise that would prompt you into a deal.

It did not take long for this to twist into something new....something completely different altogether.

Your every habit, your manner of speaking, even the means in which you cared for yourself and/or others was all taken into account. Every moment, one was there, and the other was not far behind. Those eerie, seemingly bioluminescent eyes and forms always watching- always following. One would grin, the other would smirk. Two sharks, forever following their new favorite little minnow in the sea.

As you hide behind a profoundly sized tree, nearly upon the steps to Ramshackle- you heard it. Well, them. Their voices. Calling to you. Always behind, yet seemingly a few steps ahead of you in your thought patterns.

"Heeerrreeeee, fishy fishy fishy, ehehehehe~! C'mooooonnnn, shrimpppyyyy~! We won't bite you too hard, okay? I just wanna squeeze you real tight and never let go!"

Floyd, as usual, was the first to speak, his wild mannerisms and obsessive behavior always rolling off of his tongue in waves. You could practically hear his sick, manically twisted grin as he spoke.

"Ahehehe~ come along now, (Y/N), I am most certain we are all aware of the fact that....you cannot run from us for much longer, yes?"

Jade was next. The calm, collected composure in which he always carried himself and spoke in was as worrying as his sporadic twin. You too, could hear the smirk in his voice- confident, slightly cocky in an imposing yet subtle manner.

Your head turned away from their voices, not wishing to think too drastically about how close they currently were to you- all you had to do was get to that front door, get in, slam it shut, and get the ghosts of Ramshackle to make sure all the windows were locked, and call Crowley- Crowley? What would he even do, in the situation-

You heard a twig snap directly beside you.

"Oh? What have we here? Did our little minnow get too caught up in their own thoughts to properly plan~?"

You barely registered Jade's voice before you took off in a sudden bolt, desperately trying to reach your door and get to safety-

"Yaaaaayyyy~! Eehehehehe~! I wiiinnnnn the tag game!"

Floyd was far too quick- he had already linked his arms around your waist and hauled you off of your feet, carrying you back to his twin as though you were a mere parcel. He sighed, lovingly nuzzling your neck and inhaling your scent- that is, until he grew bored of this- and sunk his sharp teeth into the flesh of your shoulder. A cry of utter pain slipped free from your lips as you were bucking wildly, desperately craving your freedom. The blood from your wound stained his teeth, which you soon saw reflected in the light of the grand moon above your heads in his smile- the sole witness to your plight.

"That you did, Floyd, as usual. Good job. Now, as for you- we cannot have you making too many more sounds, can we~?"

Jade was quick to step up, caressing your chin with a gloved hand for but a moment before it was fiercely grabbed. You noticed something was covering his lips- some sort of liquid? Your eyes widened as you struggled to escape the grip that Floyd had you in currently, Jade bringing his face dangerously close to yours. You could see the slight madness in his eyes, a predator satisfied with the catching of his ideal prey with his twin. Some fingers were trailed under your lips, and the next thing you knew, Jade's lips were upon yours. You muffled out a cry, and Floyd giggled at the sounds, his own lips finding your neck.

The second Jade pulled back, you found yourself slowly entering a dazed state. You were slipping free from consciousness, your sight beginning to dull you- whatever Jade had used, it was incredibly strong. You barely could register Floyd hauling you over his shoulder in victory as they laughed in unison at their catch, now walking back to the deepest recedes of their dorm with their beloved minnow......

(Hey hey, my dear Readers! Sorry I've been out of it for so long- lots has been happening behind the scenes 😭 I'm going to try to get to these asks whenever I have breaks! Thanks for the read, and I hope you all enjoyed this! ✨💕)

[nomorefstogive]

Hi! 🦀 here thanks for answering my idea. Here's what I imagine what would Mania form! Chief would look like;

Credits to the original owner of the character Ping and the artist Neytirix! You should check out their arts in Twitter,yt, and deviant art (those are the only platform I know from now)

Basically I took the 'consume' in a literal way- like- in the future Mania form! Chief consume the first ever black ring(BR-000 if i remember it correctly) or consume the Mania in the city like those contamination, corpus, Corruptors etc. Probably the Sinners but instead their suffering or manic I guess? So yeah :D I hope your doing alright, drink plenty of water, gets some rest and good night

I like this design for their Mania form, something otherworldly and unnatural in form, wholly alien to our world and understanding, not quite solid, and yet not quite gaseous, a form of matter unknown to all making up a body that defies all other explanation beyond monstrous.

I can picture the Chief loosing control as the Mania overwhelms them, shadows and mist erupting from their form as they scream and howl in agony, the shackles burning with their pain as they begin to twist and distort into the monster pictured above, a howl slipping past the beasts lips as it surges towards BR-00, where it begins to feed on the power, culminating in a monstrous metamorphosis.

I like to imagine that they also possess a human form that they can switch into, after they achieve this state of Apotheosis, their eyes changing into the symbol of the Illusory Moon as the shackles coalesce into a halo above their head, wings of dark red and black, the colors of mania, mingled with the white and blue of Hypercubes mingled with the colors as they cast an ominous glow over the Chief's surroundings.

Part of this design is inspired by an idea I have that Mania is setting the chief up to be some form of Messianic figure to use as a means of securing dominance over the world, utilizing an angelic form to make them appear more divine to humanity, but I digress on that front.

This design makes me imagine their form as being more cosmic and otherworldly in nature even when human, the wings gaining an almost nebula like quality, the reds, blacks, blues, and whites mingling in constellations and galaxies.

Their hair becomes as comet trails, burning wisps of platinum gray light with the colors Mania and Hypercubes, of Madness and Order, reflecting from within the trails of light as the hair lengthens to caress their heels with each step, their skin gaining a faint glow as their clothing mends of any damage as they begin to walk towards their Sinners, their arms outstretched as though to embrace them as their eyes blaze with power undreamt of by mortals.

I feel this change would also manifest in their mentality warping, where as the human form embodies their desire for order and stability, along with their juvenile state, with the Mania form and their altered human state representing their growth into their own desires and mania, perhaps not quite their adult hood, but the middle ground between the pair, or mayhap a fusion of both Mania and Order.

The changes of their personality could be something as mild as them becoming more selfish, more determined to achieve their own happiness amidst the world, to something as major as them becoming near tyrannical in their views of matters, disdainful of those they cannot shackle and bind to them, and seeking to spread mania to all so that they may bind all to them.

In addition to this, I feel that their powers would alter, the normal Protestats, I think I spelled that right, growing to nightmarish levels of power, a Dark Sound becomes enough to level buildings, an Empower can recharge entire squadrons of Sinners, and a Last Stand, can make an entire legion fight like the hounds of hell made flesh and bone.

The Mania form would likely possess not only these powers, but also the ability to feed upon the Mania of the Sinners and to copy and or utilize said Sinner's powers as their own, something their human form would share to a lesser extent.

A towering monster of Mania is already a loathsomely powerful foe, but one that can call forth Ignis's flames along with Kelvin's ice to cause temperature explosions brought about by super cooling and then super heating the air, along with Chameleon's Hypnotic powers and Adele's ability to alter Memories to insure that none would even be aware of just who or what they were fighting unless the beast wished the m to be, perhaps even erasing its presence entirely until it is ready to strike.

There is also the fact that having absorbed so much Mania, it is likely the Chief would be giving off enough mania to turn any person in an enormous radius around them into either a sinner or a corruptor, with the sinners being the only ones able to draw near to them, their Mania monster form would likely have a radiation field of Mania able to effortlessly envelop all of Dis in its grasp and begin to contaminate all of those present.

Beyond all of that, I feel like this transformation would mark the beginning of a complete and total breakdown of Dis as Paradeisos and the Underground are faced with the the Chief's control over Mania and Sinners, along with their own power, reaching the point of being able to challenge both of them with ease as they become the one ready to flip the chessboard betwixt the two factions as they make their own play for Dis.

Would the Chief's actions be born out of malice?

Unlikely.

But as the saying goes, "The road to Hell is paved with good intentions," and one can only imagine what the Chief would do in pursuit of any noble goal with their mind and form altered such.

Like it or not, a new age would dawn for Dis and the world as a whole, and only time would tell if it would be a Golden age, or a Cruel Age.

At least that is all I have at the moment lol, sorry for the rambling, I got carried away again.

Take care and stay safe.

[ivanttakethis]

End of Round 7 - Tov’s Log

Daiki (57) vs. Tallis (42) - Daiki Win

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Someone screamed.

A loud, piercing wail ripped from the depths of a soul consumed by sudden and overwhelming grief.

It didn’t sound human.

It sounded too human.

It took Tov a moment to realize she was the one screaming.

She couldn’t stop— didn’t want to stop.

Tov wanted to scream until her throat burned raw, until she damaged her vocal cords and could never sing again.

Maybe then this never ending nightmare would be over.

Her heart had been torn from her chest, weakened but still throbbing in pain. She fell to her knees, aching to the very core of her being.

Tallis was gone. Tallis was gone.

An hour ago he’d been alive.

Tov had held his face in her hands, looked into his eyes, and told him she loved him. That was the first time she’d told anyone.

And then he said he loved her too.

And now—

Now there was a bullet in his chest.

They shot him the same way they shot Stasya.

Tov screamed louder. She tasted blood in the back of her throat.

She covered her ears to muffle to sounds of the crowd. She didn’t want to hear their manic, bloodlust-fueled cheering. It made her want to rip something apart with her teeth.

There was a heartbeat pounding away in Tov’s head, but it wasn’t hers.

It was Tallis’s.

His heartbeat was always steady, but it had a different rhythm than hers or Himei’s. She would know it was his by the rhythm alone.

But that heart didn’t beat anymore. It was just a memory.

Now everything about Tallis was a memory.

His voice. His eyes. His constellation of freckles. His love for instruments. His comfort. His warmth. His understanding.

All of it was just gone.

Hot tears welled up in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks unbidden.

She choked on a chest racking sob, curling further in on herself. It sounded strained, hoarse from lack of use.

When was the last time I cried?

When was the last time I was in this much pain?

Never.

Never.

She tried to close her eyes, but all she could see was his face. Up close. Close enough to count his freckles if she wanted to.

Tov always knew Tallis would take a piece of her heart when he died. This felt more like half.

A gentle hand rested on her back. Tov saw red.

She whipped around, baring her teeth and ready to snap, only to find Cassio kneeling beside her.

They had shifted their form slightly, more human sized than usual. The sadness in their eyes struck her hard.

“I’m sorry, Tov.”

Tov tried to speak, but her throat was thick with tears. Her vision blurred again. She collapsed into her guardian’s arms and sobbed.

Cassio held her tightly and stroked her braids in an attempt to soothe her. Their efforts were in vain. The comfort only made Tov cry harder.

There was movement around them. People were probably staring. It didn’t matter.

None of it fucking mattered.

Tallis was dead.

She’d believed in him. Just like she’d believed in Azure and Moran and even Stasya. And they were all dead too.

Her belief in their ability to win was a fucking curse.

Why hadn’t she seen the pattern before?

Every time she thought someone would win, they always lost.

Every time, except—

“Himei—” She gasps.

Tov felt sick to her stomach. Himei was in one of those pods for the other contestants. She’d had a front row seat to watch Tallis die on that stage.

Oh Himei… I’m so, so sorry.

She pulled away from Cassio to seize them by the shoulders. “Where’s Himei?” She asked frantically. “I need to see Himei.”

Tov saw her wild expression in the reflection of Cassio’s milky white eyes.

They spoke in a very measured voice, like they were trying not to spook a feral creature, “We should get you home.”

Cassio reached out for her but she knocked their hand away, her anger flaring hot.

“NO!” Tov shouted, voice sharp.

They reeled back, a look of disbelief etched into their human-like features.

It was the first time Tov had ever yelled at them. It was the first time Tov had yelled at anyone.

“I’m not leaving here until I see Himei.” She said, her chest heaving hard and fast. “Where is she?”

Cassio grimaced, but relented with a sigh. “Himei had to be dragged away from the stage… and she bit a guard.” They said. “She’s been collared and placed in isolation.”

…

Oh.

Fuck.

Tov vomited all over her shoes.

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Tallis is gone y’all. My heart hurts 😭

Round 7 emotionally devastated me so bad it took longer than I wanted to write this. But I’m kinda glad I waited because I got to read Himei’s reaction to the round and add Tov’s reaction to Himei in this log.

Also, Tov and Himei’s similar reactions to Tallis’s death were NOT planned. @lookatmysillies and I just share the exact same braincell lmao (kind of iconic, actually).

There is something very funny about two beautiful models known for being pretty chill absolutely flipping their shit because their emotional support harpist lost to a morally questionable lesbian.

Anyways, congratulations to Daiki (I say with tears in my eyes).

And please check out this lovely art of Tov by @rockwgooglyeyes! (tw: blood)

Tallis and Himei belong to @lookatmysillies.

Daiki belongs to @daiki1k.

Azure ( @azureitri ), Moran ( @geospiral ), and Stasya ( @billwasnot ) are once again haunting the narrative. (Lmk if the tags for these posts get annoying, I just try to credit everyone’s ocs that I mention and these people meant a lot to Tov so they come up often)