#what a pathetic attempt to tell me to kill myself

[jacaerysgf]

Hi, could you do an Aemond one shot where he and Reader (Rhaenyra's bastard daughter) are husband and wife and she and Aemond are married, based on the first episode of season 2 where instead of killing Aegon's son, kill the reader's son and aemond

a.n: hi hi ty for the request 🫶 i had a little too much fun writing this, this probably isnt what you wanted this is not a happy fic but i still hope you enjoy regardless ��🫶 slightly inspired by the events of ep two

Despite the halls of the keep being pure chaos everyone swiftly moved out of the way for the one eyed prince who rushed through the halls seeking out the one who he knew needed him.

They had been in his room. They wanted him. But they must have left his room when they knew he was not there and stumbled their way into the nursery which was attached to his room where his son had been. His son. his only child. and he was furious.

The door to the council room slams open and otto swiftly turns to look and stand before him, “where have you been-“ otto is shoved out of his way as he goes to kneel next to his sobbing wife on the floor who was clutching a blanket on the floor.

You look at him with red eyes and choke out his name, he grabs your face in his hands and looks upon you for a moment before you throw yourself into his arms. Shoving your head in his neck to breathe in his scent, to feel his pulse, make sure he’s real.

“they killed our son.” your words come out choked in between your sobs and he strokes up and down your back, “i tried to offer them anything, gold, myself, but they only wanted him aemond only him.” he shushes you and pressed a kiss against your temple, speaking into your ear. “Im sorry my love im sorry.”

He will return the pain they have brought to not only himself but worst of all to his wife and he will pay it tenfold. A lone tear streaks down his face as you say nothing more merely continue to sob into him while the other faces in the room can only merely watch with sorrow.

He picks you up, making sure to keep the blanket firmly in your grasp as he turns to leave the room ignoring the voices calling after him. They must want to discuss what they plan to do now but he wants no part in it, only wanting to comfort his wife.

“they were saying they want to blame my mother.” You had calmed down at some point, still delirious with grief but you had stopped crying, merely staring blankly up at the ceiling as aemond kept you firmly next to him. “she would never do a thing like this. my mother loves me, why would she send someone out for my son.”

Aemond is quiet and his hand on your back falters for a moment, “she wishes to punish me.” you say nothing but he notices how you shift ever so slightly.

With the way you two were right now nobody could tell the two of you have not spoken in those fourteen days since his return when he broke the news to the court. When he broke the news to you. Your own brother murdered in cold blood.

You could never forgive him despite his attempts to talk to you after, you swiftly dismissed him and his words would fall on deaf ears. Your baby brother was everything to you, you remember growing up side by aide and he was teary eyed the day you permanently moved to the keep.

despite your hatred for him and your hatred for your mothers usurpation you cannot go home. The people here watch you like a hawk you cannot even send a letter out to her but alicent is free to beg and plead to her like a pathetic dog. you hate them. Yet you allow him to comfort you because you know you will get no comfort from anyone else here.

“they wish to flaunt me around like a prized lamb. ‘gain sympathy from the houses.’ he says.” You ignore his words and continue to speak. “I will not allow it.” you shrug mindlessly and sit up, he stays laying down. His eye patch off and hair down from its usually prime and perfect state, he had thrown his shirt off at some point too.

You can see it, the hurt that laces his eye and his face, his hand finds yours and you want to rip it away but you cant, the warmth on your skin bringing you a small sense of comfort.

“i had thought we would work. That you would finally move on and forgive grievances of the past. But i hate you just as you hate me aemond,” “i do not hate you. i love you.” you shake your head as he says it, sitting up and gripping your arms tightly, trying to hold your gaze as he says it again.

“i will never forgive you. I will hate you for as long as a breathe.”

“i did not mean to i lost my temper that day.”

“you feeling sorry means nothing to me you know that. how would you feel if the men who murdered our son came in here and said they were sorry., that they didn’t mean to.”

He says your name and his grip tightens on your arms but you continue to merely stare off mindlessly.

“i will repent for the rest of my life. our son will be brought justice.”

he will kill every man in the keep if he has to, slay every man in all of westeros if they cannot figure out who had done it. For you. for his son.

“i love you.” the words come out strained as he begs and pleads to anyone who is willing to listen to him for you to say something else anything to him.

you do. you finally look at him. a look devoid of any love you had once had for him. and it kills him.

“you’re pathetic.”

[klausysworld]

I don’t know why but I really want something with Klaus breaking reads heart.

Maybe…. Reader and Cami have been kidnapped and Klaus has to choose who to save. He chooses Cami but before reader can be killed Elijah saves her.

Left for dead

Living with the originals was hard enough. Between the betrayals and the wars just within the family was overwhelming let alone outsiders going out of their way to destroy each of them.

Being with Klaus was already difficult, between his mood swings and temper tantrum’s he wasn't an easy person to love and yet I did.

Even when I realised he was in love with someone else, even whilst knowing he was kissing someone else, I didn't leave him. I loved him with everything in me whether it was killing me or not.

I had offered my life for his, I took life for his and I ruined my own life for his. With Klaus came his family and I did everything I could to welcome them as my own. Even after I found out that his sister knew that he was seeing someone else.

Hope was treated the way I would treat my own daughter and I loved more than anyone else to walk the planet. Maybe that was why I stayed, for Hope. Or maybe that’s what I tell myself because how could I have been pathetic enough to stay for a an who only saw me as a warm body.

For some reason I had it in my head that perhaps he loved both me and Camille. Maybe he thought I wouldn't accept it and so he kept it a secret but surely after everything he should know that I would never try to change him or invalidate his feelings. It was stupid to be okay with him seeing Cami behind my back, I was blinded by something I had created in my mind.

I would smile when Cami was near and I tried to talk to Klaus but he labelled me paranoid and brushed it off. So I thought maybe he regretted it and he didn't want me to know because he wanted to stop. Maybe he did still love me.

This was the ultimate test really.

Both myself and Camille were beaten until black, blue and bloody. A loop of our cries and screams echoed through my mind and bounced against the walls of whatever dungeon we were seemingly chained within. I had no way of knowing how long we had been there but my body and soul felt such a sense of relief when Klaus's voice rang through the building. That feeling only lasted a few seconds before our captures taunting replayed in my head:

"Klaus will choose between you both, he will decide who lives or dies. He may think that he can have it all, have you both but I won't let him well. Whichever one he chooses, the guilt from the other will eat away at him, he won't be able to stay with the other. You will all end up broken and alone." he had whispered cruelly.

Her heart pounded in her throat as she watched Klaus approach them both, his hands coated in red as he forced the bars that separated us apart and went to step through only to let out a gasp and drop to his knees. The with who had tortured us for however long appeared from thin air in front of Klaus and I automatically pulled my legs to my chest to hide in the corner.

"Only one of them leaves" he stated, a grin on his face. "I don't care which but you will choose one or they both die and the next to go missing will be your daughter"

At his words Klaus let out a vicious snarl and attempted to lurch forward at the man but a sharp pain forced its way to his head and caused a loud yell of pain to burst from within him.

I could feel my eyes burning with another flow of tears just watching his pain, knowing what he felt. I could see Cami staring straight at me. Over our time in here together she had often brought up Klaus's ultimatum, I told her that I knew that they loved each other. I told her that he would choose her. She was certain that I was wrong and that Klaus didn't love her but just used her as a release. But I knew what Klaus looked like when he was in love. Even so part of me hoped she was right, it was a dark thought, a horrible hope that I wish I didn't have but I really wanted it to be true.

I looked back to Camille, a tight lipped smile that was probably more of a grimace formed on my lips as I mouthed the words 'it'll be okay' to her and her head shook as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Cami was sweet, she was lovely and I loathed it. She wanted to die instead of me, she said I deserved to live more than she did. That I was Hope's second mother I was apart of the Mikaelsons. She apologised for ever being with Klaus and it just made me feel worse. I thought that maybe they were lies, maybe she secretly hoped that Klaus would choose her and I would be left to die.

I couldn't tell and it didn't really matter anymore. Not when I realised that Klaus was right in front of me. I felt a small spark of hope as his arms wrapped around me and he pulled my close to his chest. A soft sniffle left him and his lips pressed to the side and top of my head

"I'm so sorry" his voice whispered with a crack and I went to tell him it was okay before I felt him pulling away and I realised what he was apologising for "forgive me" he uttered as he made his way to Cami.

My eyes stayed blurry with tears but they didn't fall as a complete feeling of numbness spread throughout me completely. I could hear my captures sickening laugh spin around me and I could hear Camille asking Klaus what he was doing.

"Klaus- go back to her" she whispered but he shook his head

"I love you" he admitted and a bitter laugh left my lips. I covered my mouth with my hands and pressed my forehead against my knees. I shouldn’t have been surprised and I shouldn’t have been so upset. I knew he loved her, I knew he would choose but for some reason it hurt so much more when he actually confirmed it.

I could hear Camille apologising to me as Klaus lifted her up, carrying her to a safety I thought I would never again know.

As soon as they left hands were on me, grabbing and dragging me by my hair to force me to crawl wherever he wanted me. Uncontrollable pain shot through me continuously and I had no time to comprehend the sobs that shook my body. I felt my back arch painfully, almost breaking but not quite, my head was forced back so my neck was bared and a sharp knife went to the edge of my neck.

"it's unfortunate really..." the voice uttered before the blade began to sink into my throat. My eyes closed and I welcomed the quick death but the pressure stopped and a thud sounded from before me.

Fingers pressed to the place the knife had began to cut, a familiar scent engulfed me and an arm circled my waist.

"You're alright darling" the voice whispered, pulling me into an embrace making me grab onto the back of his suit silently. "He's gone now Y/n. You're safe." he murmured softly, rubbing my back before i felt him pull back a little bit. My eyes slowly cracked open to see his face, his deep dark eyes boring into mine with a knowing look of pity. Silently I watched as an array of reds and purples scattered under his chocolate brown eyes and his pearly fangs dipped into the tough skin of his wrist. The fresh wound was lifted to my lips and I accepted the metallic taste with a sigh. I drank for much longer than I needed, I expected he would pull be off but his hand only pet the back of my head gently

"Good girl" he whispered "just heal". His touch made my heart hurt and I didn't bother trying to stop the tears from falling anymore. My hands clutched onto his jacket desperately and I gulped his blood down as though it was water.

Soft touches were given to the skin of my face before his silk handkerchief cleaned at the dirt and dried blood that had dripped down my neck. Reluctantly I pulled away from his wrist and licked my lips clean. He wiped his own wrist and tucked the material away into his pocket. Elijah proceeded to pull the jacket off of his body and instead wrapped it around my shoulders. The inside was warm and smelt of home.

My eyes felt heavy with exhaustion and I gave him a tired smile making him frown.

"I'll bring you home now okay?" he whispered but I shook my head

"I can't go back" I muttered "I won't stay with him anymore. I should have left ages ago" I admitted and his eyes grew glossier.

"Where should I take you?" He asked gently and I shrugged

"Airport? Train station? I don't care just don't tell anyone you saved me? Please?" I begged softly and he nodded.

"I'll give you whatever you need" he promised "anything"

[girlfictions]

I cannot even begin to tell you how hollow it sounds when you cry and shit yourself over dead Palestinian children while a few days ago you were celebrating the deaths of innocent Israeli children and saying they deserved it, calling BABIES colonizers and cheering on the wholesale rape and kidnapping of women and children who have yet to be released. I guess childrens lives only matter so long as they aren’t Jewish.

Usually I wouldn't bother engaging with Zionists because it's not worth the energy but this is actually a great learning opportunity for other people to see exactly how the Zionist narrative works.

"I cannot even begin to tell you how hollow it sounds when you cry and shit yourself over dead Palestinian children"

Absolutely insane way to start off your message. Just pure dehumanisation of the nearly 3,000 children who have been murdered since October 7th, not to mention the 1,434 children who have been killed by Israeli forces from 2008 to October 6th 2023. I am not "crying and shitting myself" over dead children, I am mourning them. I am grieving for them and the lives they should have rightfully lived. I am aghast that thousands of children have been killed while the world watches.

"a few days ago you were celebrating the deaths of innocent Israeli children and saying they deserved it, calling BABIES colonizers and cheering on the wholesale rape and kidnapping of women and children who have yet to be released"

Show me exactly where I said anything even remotely close to this egregious statement. Every one of my posts about this situation has been tagged with #palestine, so it should be easy to prove your claims. I have never celebrated the death of an innocent child because I am not a complete fucking scumbag. I have never called a baby a coloniser because I am not stupid. I have never, ever cheered on the rape and kidnapping of women and children and it's disgusting that you'd even accuse me of doing so. These blatant lies are honestly shocking; why do you feel the need to put words in my mouth? Is it because your narrative falls apart without it? Or are you just projecting how you feel about Palestinians onto me?

"I guess childrens lives only matter so long as they aren’t Jewish."

What a pathetic attempt at moral posturing. And, of course, the classic Zionist move of accusing those who support Palestine of anti-Semitism. Never mind the fact that 500 Jewish protesters were arrested for calling for a ceasefire at the U.S. Congress last week, or the hundreds more, including rabbis, who were arrested just yesterday during another ceasefire demonstration. I get it — you're losing the PR war. It's hard to get away with supporting a genocide when there are millions of us bearing witness, so you've resorted to sending hysterical, vitriolic anons. I hope you realise no matter how desperately you try to paint this situation as anything but a one-sided massacre, nobody believes you. We will fight for a free Palestine and we will see a free Palestine.

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[errielovesu]

Sesshomaru x Fem!Reader (smut)

Cw: Violence, drugging, breeding, oral sex, sex in general, humiliation (?), mentions of sex work/prostitution

A/N: first smut, first fan fic what feels like since 2021, I would’ve wrote this in second person pov but I just ended up doing first pov, I hope you enjoy (^^)

Word count: 2,131 words (wow)

The flash of blush that passes through my body could be enough to warm me up…foggy vision and no knowledge of what or where i’m at.

“Wake up.” I hear a voice say, funny that this thing thinks i’ve slept, I sit there immobile, i’m not afraid but i’m unsure on how to address the current situation. “I know you heard me, you low level thing” thing? i’m not some thing? I slowly peak my head towards the door where the voice comes from, tall, long haired, that’s as much as my eyes can figure out. “Who are you? What did you do to me? Where am” I got cut off by the sudden steps towards me, slowly he comes into my vision.

A demon! “Tell me, why does your kind always say so many words with no meaning.” I asked what I think are very meaningful questions! “What do you want” I snark, quickly i’m met with pain. He slapped me. He slapped me? “Do you not seem to remember? You tried to kill me. Pathetic attempt as you failed miserably and got yourself into this situation.” he said, his voice deep and cold, he reaches down and pets my back, leaving a trail of goosebumps along my body, “i’m not sure I understand, before coming here i was…? i was?” I don’t remember anything at all, “What? You can’t recall your stupid actions, can’t you own up?” I shiver, usually I can get out these situations with a quick smile and wink but I sure this time it might be over for me.

“My name is Lord Sesshomaru” Lord? who actually is this guy. “Lord..?” I stammer out, “Yes, that’s what I just say did I not?” yet another smart ass response, he slowly sits down in front of me, his face more visible now, “Lord Sesshomaru whatever I did i’m sure I can fix but I don’t wish to be tied down like livestock.” I don’t think i’ve been here for a short period of time, i’m starving and weak, I need to do whatever I need to do to get this so called demon lord to release me. “You can fix?” Slowly his hand approached my face, the stands of hairs framing my face get moved out the way, his long nails caress my face enough to give me goosebumps once again, my body is afraid but i’m not, I want out of this place. “If you claim you can fix this attempt of murder that you tried to commit, what shall you do?” Trying to make out his face for some kind of weakness but I fail once more, i’m blind into this, only a figure talks to me, “I can pay you a lot of money, I kn—“ Pain meets my face one more, the familiar slap i felt before, “I’m not in need of money you pet” this time his voice scares my body once more, my body is slowly becoming numb, my joins hurt and i’m losing hope, money always works? everyone wants money? “What do you want then, demon.” I spit out almost defeated, his hand reaches out, I prepare for the slap i’ll get, “You’re willing to do anything? Without denying me?” No slap? Anything? What is he thinking, i’m afraid now, my senses slowly returning and I can smell this place, i’m terrified. “What do you need, Lord?” I vomit out, I don’t enjoy feeling defeated this way. “What is it that your body can do?” My body? Oh. My pride swallowed the fact I am naked, I look down to my figure, my breast, my core, quickly I pull my legs to my chest covering myself, he reaches out and slams my legs down to their original position, “You said anything to get out, you can’t fight? you’re too weak…you should just give up yourself to me now.” Give myself up? Slight beads form in my eyes, I gave up this kind of work ages ago, “I know what kind of filthy work you did…it’s no secret you used to give yourself up to other demons” Sesshomuro? Have I worked with him before? “Yeah I did, years ago, are you forming some kind of revenge plan because I didn’t do you?” My mouth is going to get me killed, “You didn’t do me because I would never pick some thing to help me through my issues, your body wouldn’t even be able to hand my touch” His cold voice makes me want to snark at him, his hands reach out to me once more, this time i’m afraid of where he might reach, my breath hitched his hand wonders around my neck, afraid he’ll lower his hands more my body trembles in his touch, my hands tied behind me and my ankles tied as well. Sesshomuro gets up and leaves the room quickly he comes back with a tea cup, “You should drink this. I don’t want to mess with such a weak body” He holds up the cup to my mouth, I drink the liquid, not to worried what it could be from the strong smell of tea the tea cup gives out, slowly I consume the liquid, my body feels warm again. “I’ll be back.” He closes the door behind him, a big sigh leaves my body when seconds later I lose consciousness.

“You can’t handle anything can’t you?” A muffled voice interrupts my sleep, “You’re body is warmer than usual. Pathetic how the body can submit itself.” What is he talking about, my eyes feel too heavy to open and my body even heavier to move, my face is lifted up by his cold hand, “Tell me human, why is it that your body yearns for me” I can’t formulate a coherent sentence for him, “Too stupid to talk?” His thumb caresses my lower lip, slightly parting my lips together his cold finger slithers its way inside my mouth, “If you’re mouth is this warm I wish to see what other places are.” My eyes slowly wake up once more, his face close to mind, his finger in my mouth it’s all so weird and I can’t process anything around me, his finger slips out of my mouth, “Please what do you want from me?” I whine out in desperation, my body slowly regaining strength, “I want you to serve me with your body” My body snaps away from him in protest, I don’t want to ever touch a demon in that way ever again…I promised myself. My thoughts merge together I can’t formulate thoughts again, what is going on with me. “Seems that it’s finally taking action, wether you want to or not your stupid cunt will be attracted to me”

What? I feel a heat rush through my body, my heart beat accelerating, Lord Sesshomaru drugged me? For sex? I can’t think straight, slowly I feel it, the wetness build up on my sex, my nipples hard and my face flushed, “Shouldn’t you be embarrassed? hah..your body is dripping for me you animal.” My body is too weak to stop his advance, his face close to mine, his hands grab my waist and pick me up, my legs wrap onto his body uncontrollably my body needs to be close to his, I need friction, my body needs pleasure, it feels as he’s carrying me away, shortly my body is pressed into a floor, Sesshomaru towering over me and my body, he lowers down and kisses me, not gently, these are desperate kisses, sloppy kisses, my body only responds by kissing him as well, the interchanges of kisses fuels my body more, I need more, Sesshomarus hand slowly wonder on my body, caressing my neck till he reaches my harden nipples, he isn’t afraid to start playing with them as he stops kissing me and moves his mouth towards my neck, he pushes his teeth into my neck, my body is feeling so much pleasure I can’t feel any pain, I want more. He cups my breast and slaps them, the feeling only fueling my desire for more, his hand move to my face and quickly he lifts me up, “Your mind has sure changed, you’re wet and warm” looking up to him his eyes are red, his fangs longer than before and quickly he grabs my hair and positions me right on his lap, my face…close to his cock, it’s begging to be taken out, “You’ll do me a big favor you pathetic whore” he’s sitting down and i’m on all fours, my ass up in the air exposing everything there is to hide, he slowly pulls his twitching cock out, no time is wasted when he pulls my face straight down, stuffing my mouth with his giant member, I slurp and bob my head for his pleasure, he moves his hand and grabs my ass in the air, my ankles still bonded together pushing my thighs together, Sesshomarus finger wander around my body till he gives in and starts running his finger down my slit, wet and warm, all he can think about his shoving himself deep in me. His other hand pulls my mouth from around his cock, he grabs my face and leads my body to his lap, my dripping sex begging for his cock to fill it up, “You help yourself to it, i’m not going to do everything for you” Slowly I start to position his big head around my entrance, i’m afraid he’s too big for me and he’ll break me, when I slowly ascend into him, Sesshomaru slams himself inside me, he isn’t gentle, rapid strokes meet my core, I can’t help but let out moans and whines, my breast bouncing on his face as his red demon eyes seem to almost want to eat me whole, hands tied behind back as he forces and uses me as his doll, he growls and hums as I squeeze around him. “You gave up this work for what reason? Your tight cunt should always be put to use, you’re unbelievably stupid for doing this, you’ll have to endure me for however long I want” Sesshomaru snarks at me, he stops and throws me on my stomach, positioning himself once again and slamming himself in me, my cunt swallowing every single inch of his cock, unsure how i’m taking him so well I only have pleasure in my head, I need to finish, I need to make him finish, his cold hand lift me up and once again he sinks his teeth into my neck this type more aggressive than before, moans escape my mouth and I can’t contain it anymore, it feels so good, he feels so good, he throws me back on bed and drags my ass up again, slamming once more into me, his hand grabbing

my hips and i’m used like his doll again, all I feel is him. His strokes start to get more sloppy as I feel him twitch inside me, I can’t help but beg for him, beg for his seed in me, i’ve never gotten any in me and right now my body is only asking for it. “The stupid thing wants my cum? Are you even deserving of such treatment, to carry my off spring inside you?” I can’t help but just nod at his words, I want every single drop he has to offer, his strokes filling up every single part of my canal, begging more he shoves his finger in my mouth and forces me up, he cover my mouth with them as he becomes more aggressive, his cock feeling bigger than before in me, my muffled whines and begs only makes him go even faster and faster, he keeps going until I feel it, everything inside me, the warm liquid filling up my womb as he keeps fucking it into me, more whines follow my climax as I clench around his cock and shiver in pleasure. Sesshomaru quickly removes himself from inside me and flips me over, his tounge swirling around his bite marks as he cleans up my blood, his face, his hair, everything you see. He leaves the room and snarks, “If you did give up such work years ago, why does your body still swallow me up everytime, what would others think? A human girl submitting herself to yet another powerful demon, think about that while my warm seed is inside you, farewell.”

[losernb]

A Stray's Promise (Part 1)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

Soooo I've never written a fic before... but I've been reading so many of them that I finally gave in and decided to write one myself. (Any advice or tips are greatly appreciated) I hope someone enjoys this lol, we'll see if I continue it

Cold bites at your skin. You’re drenched, tired, and hungry. You shiver as you run, trying your best to avoid running into the adults in your way. They’re catching up.

You search frantically for a place to hide before you spot it. An alleyway. It’s narrow and dark but a possible escape. Praying it’ll lead to somewhere, anywhere really, you make a run for it. 

Your heart sinks. Nowhere.

“She’s in here!” 

The shout sends a bolt of panic through you. Trapped. They’ve found you, and there’s nowhere for you to go. You look around, frantically, searching  for something to defend yourself with but unfortunately for you, this just so happens to be the cleanest alleyway you’ve seen in your life. Taking a deep breath, you put your fists up, hoping they wouldn’t notice how badly you were trembling. You tell yourself it’s the cold. Deep down, you know better.

“She’s shaking like a baby!”

The older kids laugh at your pathetic attempt of defending yourself. You don’t know why they’re tormenting you- calling you names, pushing you into the river, chasing you down, and now block the only way in or out of the alley. You know nothing about them other than the fact that they’re assholes and they’re way older, bigger than you. There’s no time to figure that out right now though, they’ve begun to enclose around you slowly, fighting over who was gonna take the first swing.

You take their bickering as an opportunity to test your luck. You swing as hard as you can at the boy on your left, hoping to do some kind of damage. As your fist slams against his gut, he doubles over in pain and drops to his knees.

 “That little bitch punched me!” he snarls. 

Run. 

Unfortunately, your body doesn’t react as quickly as you can think. Before you can take off, hands grab you, rough and unrelenting. Three of them hold you in place as the boy you hit straightens, fury twisting his face. He steps closer, grinning.

 “You’re gonna pay for that.”

Before you have time to even process his words, he punches you. Pain shoots through your body and tears fill your eyes. Instincts tell you to curl over, shield yourself from the blows, but the other kids won’t let go. Laughter rings in your ears as another hit snaps your head to the side. Your nose burns; warm blood drips onto your lips. Your body slumps and you give up trying to resist. 

Stop fighting. It’ll end quicker. 

You tell yourself that, hoping you’re right. But the hits keep coming. Your vision blurs. Your body feels distant, weightless. They might actually kill me. You close your eyes, hoping it’ll be over when you wake up, if you wake up at all.

“What the hell are y’all doing?” 

The boy punching you whips his head around to see who had dared to question him—only to be dropped by a single punch. He crumples. Silence hangs in the air for a beat before the others release you, now turning their attention to the mystery attacker. You fall to the ground immediately, too exhausted to move. More shouts. More punches. Bodies hitting the pavement. You hear more than you see.

“Are you okay?” A voice calls out after all the fighting is over.

 You open your mouth to respond but all that comes out is a weak whimper. They make their way over to you, crouching down to try and make out your incoherent groans. Through the haze, you glimpse their eyes—storm-gray, intense, unreadable. 

They’re the last thing you see before the darkness swallows you whole.

You shoot up, gasping for air, the world spinning around you. Pain bursts through your body with the sudden movement, and every inch of your skin screams in protest. The memories come rushing back in a terrifying wave— the river, the alley, those eyes…

You freeze, eyes darting around the room, but you don’t recognize anything.

“Woah, woah calm down!” 

A girl appears in your blurry line of sight, rushing toward you. You blink, trying to clear your vision, but she’s a stranger

“Where… where a-am I?”

The words are a struggle to form. Your throat feels like it’s been torn apart, dry and ragged, as if you haven’t spoken in years. You try to sit up, but the pain is too much, and your body sinks back into the softness beneath you.

The girl quickly sits down on the edge of the bed, her brow furrowing with concern. “You’re in my house.” Her voice is soft, but there’s an edge of uncertainty to it. “I—I'm sorry. I didn’t know where else to take you.”

Your heart starts to race. Her house?

You take a good look at the girl. She has warm, brown skin and dark hair tucked neatly into a ponytail. But it’s her eyes that grab hold of you—piercing gray, the same ones you saw right before everything went black. The same eyes that were the last thing you remember.

Your breath catches, and before you can think it through, you lunge forward, pulling the girl into a hug. She’s caught off guard, her body stiff against yours, but after a moment’s hesitation, she gently hugs you back, her laugh a nervous, uncertain sound. Your body shakes, and tears you didn’t even realize you were holding back spill down your face. You don’t even know why you’re crying—maybe it’s from the relief, maybe the pain, or even the terror that has yet to subside. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, your voice breaking through your sobs.

The girl’s grip tightens around you briefly before she slowly pulls away, her expression a mix of tenderness and concern. “Please, lie down,” she urges, her voice soft yet insistent. “You’re really hurt. You need to rest.”

You don’t want to, you want to protest, to push her away, to ask a thousand questions, but your body betrays you. The exhaustion is too much. Instead you grab onto the girl’s hand, giving it a light squeeze. She lays her other hand on top of yours and offers you a small smile, revealing a small gap between her two front teeth. You can’t help but smile back.

“Try and get some rest,” she says, her voice a soothing balm against the whirlwind inside your mind. “You need to heal before you can do anything else. Everything else can wait.”

You want to ask her a thousand things—who she is, why she helped you, what’s going to happen now. But your body is too weak to keep your eyes open any longer, and the questions blur into a fog of exhaustion.

Despite the panic still swirling deep inside you, the weight of everything finally drags you under, and within moments, the world fades into darkness.

[h5eavenly]

Fallen Star┃Jake Sim

nine -the devil and angel are entangled. warnings: smut and a bit of angst.

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You’re having a bad day. It did not necessarily start that way. In fact, your morning started out as one of the best in quite a while, from waking up ten minutes earlier than your alarm to the pleasant quietness that had swirled around in your apartment settling that same pleasant emotion to swim through every nook and cranny of your being.

And so, you find yourself going on a coffee run before heading to the company, a charming smile adorns your face that gets you a free blueberry muffin. It all falls perfectly into the pleasurable warm buzz in your chest. like pieces of a puzzle flumping into place. Crumbs of joy that had managed to find its way into you, separating the collective graying clouds of heartbreak you’ve been lying on for a couple of days.

But oh, you were so wrong. You should have known these clouds are gonna be replaced with a burning fire instead. One that you became too familiar with. It sets your soul ablaze every time you come face to face with the devil’s facet, clad in designer brands and doused in a seemingly uncanny aptitude for getting on your nerves.

Jake Sim.

“What the fuck is this?” he almost spits, a grimace clinging to his handsome features and a glare saturated with the same fire that’s burning inside of you.

“Coffee?” you reply, drily. Your gaze flickers between his eyes and the cup of coffee you handed to him ten seconds ago.

“It tastes like absolute shit. What kind of milk is this?” your hand twitches against your chest, you fight against an otherworldly urge to just smack him across the head and maybe pull on his perfectly styled hair that somehow manages to add grams of beauty to his already perfectly sculpted face –

Okay. Taking a deep breath in, you manage to trap in your wild thoughts for a mere second as you clear your throat.

“Califia. Isn’t that what you like?”

“This is not Califia.” he declares. His head swivels towards you with a deepening glare that somehow has your insides tying into knots. His eyes shouldn’t affect you this much but the dusted colors of dark brown and a light black on his lids only add sharpness to them. It has you pathetically kneeling into desire.

From behind him Sunoo sighs, abandoning his work on jake’s face and his brushes to walk away from the growing heated argument he knows is bound to happen. He has been a witness to it close to a hundred times by now.

“Call me when you’re done.” He calls to the both of you with a yawn. It falls on deafening ears as you attempt, fragilely so to glare back at Jake.

“it’s what I asked them for I don’t know what to tell you Jake.” Even his name leaves a bitter taste on your tongue, melting into something darker that you ignore.

“Well clearly someone is lying here.”

“it’s not like I can make the coffee myself.”

“Then don’t bring me something I didn’t ask for.”

“I’m just trying to be nice.”

“that’s not working very well for you, isn’t it bunny?” his tight brows and tongue poking his cheek shouldn’t also affect you, but it does. Perhaps that’s why it annoyed you, the fact that he was just so attractive yet so annoying. Pulling you apart with confusion. It all bleeds into frustration that bubbles up in your blood, so you huff. Refusing to accept defeat.

“I’ll get you a different one.”

You try to reach for his cup that he has deemed worthless, placed it on top of the table across from him. His hand circles your wrist before you do. His fingers are cold against your pulse, sending shivers down your spine and a pitiful gasp bubble at the back of your throat. Coming up with immense force and almost spills your deviant cravings right at jake’s face. You bite on your lower lip just in time to kill your embarrassment.

“Just get me a protein bar instead. I’m not in the mood for coffee anymore.” The lack of emotions in his tone is antithetical to the masses dancing in his eyes. growing darker in color, splashed with undeniable desire. Making itself so evident when he glances down at your bitten lips.

You swallow around nothing. Your eyes prancing between his as if it’s ever possible for fire to be added upon more fire. Like it could consume you whole and turn you into ashes that simply lays at the feet of the nation’s sweetheart. Another countless victim to the glistening of him. You don’t know who you should start throwing the blanket of blame on first. Your ex-boyfriend who cheated on you and left you to deal with despair on your own? Or perhaps it was the perpetrator who started this little game of mouse and cat? Translating itself into endless staring contests between the two of you and you always end up losing somehow.

It only got somehow rapidly worse over the week. Jake will peek at you in the most random of times. Between the fluttering of his lashes as he’s getting his face done for whatever upcoming programme or in the between the crowds of nameless people and amid the loads of work, you’re being crushed under. His eyes would find you one way or another. A thin line on the verge of breaking stays between you two. It’s in the lingering of his stare when you’re stuck in the van in the middle of unmoving traffic. He rests his chin in the heart of his palm and a wandering curiosity laces his gaze with a dazzling intensity. They’re piercings and more than anything clear.

Capturing you in place with the overwhelming knowledge that he knows exactly what he wants. It almost has you melting against the leather of the car seats. Like a flower loitering amongst many, almost blending in with everything else and hoping to be lucky enough to get picked. It’s pathetic. You grow hateful at it so quickly it should be alarming. It meshes into you taking it as a challenge, daring yourself not to be the first to be weakened and look away.

A smirk disperses across Jake’s lips each time with no fail and you stumble on your cold façade, swaying and drenched in a feeble coated loneliness. Yet with a coarse heart you take and take until you snapped.

It happened two days ago.

After a long day of work you find yourself in the all-too familiar elevator of the company. An Aching body and a hazy mind. Jake has his head thrown back against the wall behind him, his Prada sunglasses covering his eyes while Jay is next to him scrolling through his phone mindlessly. You bask in this rare tranquility for a few seconds before it’s interrupted by a huge group of staff members. Invading the cramped space. With a sigh and deflating shoulders, you move to make space. Squishing yourself into a corner as you hug yourself in futile attempts to make yourself appear smaller than you already are.

You’re surprised when another smaller group joins in as well leaving little to no room to breathe. Jake is somehow pushed right next to you and into your space. His scent breaks its way through to you before you feel him against your back, his chest pressed against you, and he uses his palm to rest on the wall right next to your head that is refusing to face him. Instead thanking God and the heavens above at the lack of mirrors in this specific elevator.

The last thing you want right now is catch your own reflection or even worse – Jake’s reflection.

The sudden proximity has your heart picking speed as you haven’t been this close to Jake before, his expensive perfume almost chokes you when someone pushes him again. Causing him to press you further against the wall. You’re starting to feel suffocated. It only ever becomes worse when you grow hyperaware of his chest raising and falling against your back, his breath fans against your exposed neck and you shiver.

“You good, bunny?” Jake murmurs into the back of your head, his other arm coming up to splay his hand flat against the wall, successfully caging you in. his voice is low yet soft. Softer than any other time he had spoken to you before, tenderly causing tingles to linger at the top of your spine.

Jake had never spoken to you gently before if he’s not blunt and cold. He is teasing you with harmless insults and perhaps that’s why his tone has specifically broke you that day. It blazed a trail down your being, nestling in the middle of your stomach and travelling down right to your core.

When was the last time someone had spoken to you this softly?

You can’t come up with a good enough answer. Not to the question swimming around in your fizzy mind or the one Jake threw at you. you’re flickering, wobbling on this thin line between you and your eyes are following the trail of veins on his hands. They look so strong that your brain melts and turns into mush, the only thought arising on top of everything is that he could fuck you right now and you would definitely let him.

Maybe that’s why when your lips separate a phantom of a whimper escapes you, ringing in Jake’s ears when you start squirming, pushing your lower half back against him in the process. You aren’t sure if you’re trying to get away or closer to him.

“What are you doing?” He groans, pushing further into you to stop your constant movement. The sound sends another unwanted shudder through your body.

“I can’t breathe.” You hang your head, disgrace marring your cheeks in red at the way you catch yourself in a lie. The way your eyes have glazed over, and there’s a haze turning your mind into a jumbled mess. forcing you into the lust you have been denying the existence of for days now.

You can’t breathe.

And it’s not because of this cage you found yourself trapped in, it’s because of him.

“we’re almost there.” His voice is almost like a distance dangled comfort, offered by some pitying god that you refuse to take despite your sinful thoughts and so you grow quiet, equally terrified at acknowledging the fact you want him.

You feel like a stumbling mess all the way home, with wobbly legs and a quivering heart that somehow always manages to make itself your worst enemy. You don’t allow yourself the pleasure to scour the thoughts swirling in your mind for answers. Instead, you mellow out into the tingling electricity that had lingered on your back. As if his scent seared itself onto you, you end up touching yourself in the middle of your bed. myriad of visions invades your mind. They’re mostly of Jake’s hands and intensive stare. A glorious fire that takes you so high up and only when you’re down do you realize;

Oh, you’re so fucked.

“yn,” jake’s annoyed voice pulls you right back into the current situation you’re in. he arches a brow at you and you blink, breaking yourself out of a daze.

Daydreaming about your boss who happens to be in front of you right now is a different kind of fucked. One that you didn’t have in your bingo card for this year.

“Right. Protein bar I’m on it.” You free your wrist from his grip easily, he falls back into his seat with suspicion mixed with irritation that has him biting on his lower lip. A habit that you grew to hate so quickly. It has you straightening your back and moving away in a stiff manner. As if you’re an alien that just learned how to walk on human ground.

“You okay?” Jay asks you when you manage to faceplant right into his chest as soon as you’re out of the room, a breath of a chuckle escapes him at your expression.

You only give him an equally stiff thumbs up, a blush so deeply red spreads across your cheeks like an exposure to all the corrupted fantasies that found your brain and made it their home. It’s so ridiculous you don’t even welcome them so why are they taking over you as if you are a dried up branch flourishing back to life with none other than your desire for Jake Sim out of all people.

You will not allow it.

You catch yourself in another lie when afternoon rolls around. Passing by you with a blur drenched in misfortunate mishaps. It all begins with an inexplainable discussion you end up in with one of the staff members, you don’t recognize her so you think she must be new. She saw you next to Jake earlier that morning and apparently thought it was funny to joke about you and him fucking and perhaps it hit way too close to him. Perhaps because it is something you’ve been thinking about for nights upon nights but it had angered you so much. To the point where you decide to give her a piece of your mind when you run into her in the bathroom.

Despite the smell of actual shit surrounding you, your anger doesn’t subside. In fact, it only grows bigger when the girl rolls her eyes at you and walks away in the middle of you talking. You screamed, hitting your hand against the wall.

And that’s how you ended up with a broken nail. A bandage that has a fucking bunny on it of all animals wrapped around your pinky and a scowl not nearly as cute plastered on your face. You are startled when the door of the dressing room opens, your stare flits across Jake’s figure that dawdles past you followed by Sunghoon. You sink further into the couch you’re sitting on. Annoyance pulling at you when your silence is interrupted.

“Oh, hey yn.” Sunghoon greets, notices your figure that is being drowned by a graying disappointment. Almost as deep as the lines forming between your brows.

“Hey,” you return drily.

Your eyes linger on Jake, and he catches them from across the room. They cut into you deeply, it has you splitting open, breaking like shattered glass and your only wish as you go down is to cut him back.

The longer your staring stretches the more you feel your blood started to bubble with something akin to anger. Running through your veins and becoming one with every other negative emotion that has nestled in you throughout the day. It makes up all of you, turning you into a hungry void that wants to swallow everything in sight. It only grows when you feel like you’re the only one who’s getting burned by this fire growing vastly fast between you two.

Jake’s façade never breaks, doused with indifference and feigned coldness. It’s in the way his pruriency for you is ferocious. Taking up every sense of his being, he finds it in the notes of your scent, vanilla, and cinnamon like you’ve stumbled out of a bakery. Sugary sweet and he’s never been a fan of dessert, yet he grows a sweet tooth just for the taste of you.

It’s in the way you’re infuriatingly confident. Carrying yourself with a loudness he’s sure he despises yet you manage to walk away with pockets full of his attention. The shape of your body capturing growing ounces of his interest day by day. Perhaps he’s just sexually frustrated, he hasn’t fucked anyone since Chaewon. And so, when he glances one too many times at your legs and when he’s staring at your breasts too long to be deemed discreet. He lets himself because he’s just taken by his sweeping frustration.

Because truth is he finds you insufferable, overly stubborn with a spark of determination in your gaze, yet his want is uninhibited, crawling to you with licks of temptation and he pretends to be stronger than any of it. That the way you laugh so loudly is enough exasperation for his lust to abate. He pretends that you being so pretty doesn’t matter as much, that the innocence clinging to the edges of your smile like you haven’t been tainted by the evil of the world is only a rarity he finds in you.

It pulls him right into you and yet away from all his logical thinking. He finds himself being thrown back and forth in the overwhelmingly profound walls of his brain.

He’s never met someone who irritates him as much as you do so how is it that he craves you this bad?

Jake’s hiding is deep-rooted and so you remain unaware of it all.

“yn can you hand me Jake’s shirt? It’s on the rack behind you.” Sunghoon speaks, words cutting into the pregnant silence that had spread around the room. It hangs heavy that you don’t ever hear him.

Your mind stolen with the wandering of your eyes, dipping to Jake’s hand clad in rings. They’re nothing sort of enticing and yet you find yourself transfixed, unable to process anything that’s going around you and unable to look away from him.

It’s tremendously inequitable how he looks like he ambled out of a painting carefully coming to life by a starstruck lover. It’s aggravating how he’s a sculptor’s approximation of a person. You’re sure he’s been sipping on angels’ tears in his past life because there’s no way for him to be real otherwise and even when the angel is walking towards you with so much force in his steps, his wings dripping with glittering gold covers the floor and a couple of broken hearts cling to his lashes, you hold your breath. It’s in the faint scars adoring the palm of his hands.

It’s so absurd how could it be possible for something so tarnished to hold onto so much beauty? How is he so captivatingly attractive?

When Jake leans over you, his body mere centimeters and your face is almost buried in his chest. Your heart pulses against your ribs, eyes widening in surprise.

“Focus bunny,” he says with a stern look in his eyes, pulling back and the shirt Sunghoon had asked for in his arms.

You’re unable to come up with something to say. Your mind a blank when Jake takes his shirt off. His skin comes to view like whiplash to your face and your heart sinks to your fucking ankle.

It has your cheeks heating up, you fumble with the end of your rope.

One slip, all it took was one slip and you’ve fallen.

“Can you leave us alone?” Jake’s voice breaks into your clouds of thoughts and you swallow. Standing up and with too much of shakiness in your legs, you head for the door.

“Not you bunny. Sunghoon leave.” The latter looks between you two, taking note of the tension that seems to follow you two. It’s fatuous yet Sunghoon complies.

“What’s with you?” He stands before you, arching a brow at you and you linger by the door. Toying with the hem of your skirt and avoiding his gaze. The same one that is dancing across your figure appetitively.

“What?” You don’t mean to snap at him, but you do and his face hardens enough to chip enamel.

“Don’t start giving me attitude now.”

You sigh, a breath of exhaustion as you try to regain some pieces of sanity that the lines on his abdomen stole. Your eyes lolling everywhere but him.

“Sorry I’m just having a bad day.”

“you’ve been having a bad day for the last two weeks?” he asks sarcastically, followed by a scoff that tugs at your anger so easily. Yet you keep quiet.

“Get your shit together yn. you’re only making this harder for everyone else.” He adds bitterly, scrutinizing your futile attempts at avoiding his eyes. maybe because you know he’s right that anger finally sinks its teeth in you, and you don’t resist it. Locking eyes with him with a newfound raising flame.

“It’s not like you’re making it any fucking easier for me.”

“Don’t cuss at me.”

“I’m not cussing at you.”

He pauses, his gaze flickers for a mere moment that it’s enough to have you slipping yet again. As if you have been standing on slippery glass all along, barely hanging on by his avoidance and a simple darkening of a shade is enough to weaken you. eluding the depths of your desire to the surface. The wall of tension builds alarmingly fast, it’s in the way Jake’s eyes follow your lips.

“My job isn’t to make anything easier for you. so, if you feel like it’s too much you can leave.”

“I’m not leaving.” Your voice wavers slightly, mimicking the buckling of your knees.

“Then take it.” You wither away in silent indignation, so intense it feels seared on you and it only grows, peeking over the now mountain of tension. So leaden, it only intensifies when Jake’s takes slow steps towards you. A playful glint has taken its claim in his eyes, like he had won a contest you didn’t agree to be a part of. When he’s close enough he brings attention to your lips with his index finger.

“And take care of this mouth too yeah?” like splashes of wine your cheeks grow red in color and Jake’s lips tilt upwards in a troublesome smirk “behave bunny.” His words are meaningless, a passing empty thought he throws right at your face and when you sputter for a response. Swaying with shaking hands to gather your discomposure that he abandons as he walks past you.

It’s a blunder, one that will have you mourning your dignity right after and yet like a fool who stumbled upon a dazzling cup filled with sparkling poison you drink up. The devil and angel are entangled with sin when the words tumble out your lips;

“You take care of it then,” you turn to look at him and he looks back with the same vigor spilling from his eyes, like a river running down the route of lust.

“If you hate it this much then take care of it.”

For an indeterminate amount of time, the two of you stay there, standing in silence on opposite sides, it stretches agonizingly slow that you almost feel an overly determined urge to melt onto the floor you’re standing on.

Your mind careens over your own words yet when Jake takes a tentative step towards you, his eyes search yours for crumbles – you hope are heavenly enough to have him breaking and you didn’t just offer yourself to refusal. You don’t evade it, instead you allow yourself a few seconds to savor the intoxicating tension.

No one has ever looked at you with this much want before and so you forget the ability to breath like tiny million sparkling stars are falling from the darkness of his eyes and right into in the lodge of your throat, so sharp and rigid and they’re bright, so bright it lights up your insides. Like lightness have found an abandoned cave –

And because Jake burns first, so frighteningly fast like melted candle wax. Your inside twist when his lips meet yours in desperation that emerges a gasp from you

- They fucking explode.

Your lips move against each other with famish, a thirst nestled so deep in both of you it can only be quenched by your kiss. His hand is on the curve of your jaw and yours form fists in the lines of his shirt. The pressure of his mouth upon yours renders your mind a foggy mess. So much so that when he moves you against the door, your back hitting it harshly you follow with no reluctance. Another pretty gasp escapes you at the impact and it gives his tongue access to your mouth.

A light moan falls from you, as the kiss deepens the bridges of your noses slide together and with a mind of their own his hands are like phantoms travelling over your body, palming your breasts over your shirt. your every sense becomes overwhelmed with his lips, his touch.

“Are you clean?” he pulls away briefly and you whine, eyes heavy lidded as they chase after his lips again. As if your cells need him to live as opposed to oxygen.

“What?”

“I’m going to fuck you so are you clean?”  you blink at him, the fog clearing up for a moment and you almost frown close enough to take offense if your underwear sticking to you with wetness isn’t growing annoying,

“I’m clean,” you murmur, almost doused in shame that you don’t get to linger in before he’s diving back into you. his lips finding yours with fervor and the air bleeds red with desire.

With his hands down your underwear, he lightly brushes to tease at the wetness. Lips quirking in something akin to egoistical pride. And your expression turns sour despite the incontrollable bucking of your hips against his unmoving fingers.

“How come you’re this wet already?” he’s imprinting the words upon your cheeks, leaning down to drop the same bruising kisses to the skin of your neck and collarbone, drawing a map of possible regrets.

“I’m horny and I haven’t been fucked in weeks what did you expect?” you sneer, and his chuckles vibrates against your neck.

When he goes back in to kiss you, you feel your cognitive facilities shut down. Your hands with a mind of their own travel across his body, in his hair like you’re running on a time ticking bomb, and you need to feel every inch of him before it explodes.

“Get on the couch.” He whispers against your lips.

“You don’t have enough stamina to do it standing up?” you tease, a playful quirk of your lips that has his eyes darkening. You’re not sure if it’s anger or lust.

“Unless you want me to leave you like this you better zip it.”

Once you’re on the couch, he clambers over you, and the kiss that follows is filthy, his hands work fast on freeing his cock from his slacks and your mouth is falling apart with an open silent whimper when he runs the head of his cock down your covered slit. You pant into his mouth, spit dripping down your chin and you arch into him with a new sense of need coloring your moans.

“Hurry,” you mumble against his lips, your embarrassment shows plainly on your face and Jake only smirks at you.

He wraps his fingers around the hem of your skirt and pushes it upwards, creating a halo of fabric around you. he slides your panties down your legs just enough to have your pussy on display for him. Jake’s eyes are feral and heavy as it trails over your figure, so intensely deep it has you squirming in your place. An uncontrollable need crawls over you mixing in with your frustration.

“Are you gonna fuck me like you said you would or are you gonna keep staring at me?” you huff, feeling your patience thinning.

His lips quirk upwards in flickers close to mockery as he smooths his hands over your legs, tad too gentle for your liking but when he’s looking up at you it’s not close to tender but rather like you had fallen right into the devil’s lap.

Just like he had planned all along.

He slowly sinks into your wetness, chuckling at how quickly your mouth falls open with a silent moan. He grinds into you, his own eyes falling shut at how your walls lock his cock inside of you and you’re more than grateful for that. Not wanting to be witnessed with a stupefied look on your face.

You want to – try to keep quiet as if a challenge had presented itself to you and you remain nothing but a too stubborn of a flower, refusing to be picked especially not by Jake Sim of all people and so you bite down on your lower lip. You almost taste the sweetness of victory on your lips and then it’s pulled so brutally away from you when the head of his cock hits that gummy spot and you convulse. Head falling back with a strangled moan.

“F-fuck-“ you clench around him and your hand scrambles for purchase in his locks, the other digging into the couch, the throbbing pain of your pinky long forgotten.

He falls forwards with a soft laugh, so melodic and unexpected it has your stomach twisting into knots you aren’t sure are nerves or pleasure. He buries his face in your neck as he sloppily drives his hips deeper into you and his lips draw a lazy map of salvia rather than actual kisses on the skin of your neck. It leads him right to your lips; the eye contact you hate so much transpires again. Your bodies keen in flawless harmony, it’s absolutely sinful.

“You were so talkative earlier, what happened bunny?” he whispers on top of your mouth, close enough to behold the want in your eyes. you attempt to glare at him and yet it melts right with your dignity with the touch of his fingers on your jaw, stopping you from looking away as he fucks into you harder “are you gonna thank me for taking care of it?” open mouthed kisses dot across your jawbone before lining his lips over yours, your chin in his hold as he thrusts into you.

When he leans back, you’re growing delirious, barely gripping into your remaining sanity when he smirks at you “come on say it.” He mumbles half-heartedly and you shake your head with a whimper, it echoes throughout his mind and ignites a bigger fire within. Curling into an ungodly soundtrack of sweaty bodies and the hankering to break you.

“Say thank you Jake for giving me your cock,” he mocks, his voice like devilish thorns against your skin and you push at his shoulder with a grunt.

“F-fuck you.” He doesn’t falter at the wavering of your voice, so debilitated compared to the way you glare at him and yet it turns him on even more.

He starts to relentlessly fuck into you at a faster pace, the thrusts going from slow and deep to tight and pointed. It has your eyes rolling back into your head, mouth falling open with moans and whines- anything that could be good enough to indicate how he feels inside of you, how your cunt grips onto him in desperation for more, more, more.

You’re so dilapidated from pleasure that you’re struggling to breathe, struggling to control your sounds anymore. They spill over endlessly, and Jake knows they’ll be tattooed into his brain just like the first time he had heard music in his life. They will haunt him just like the clicks of a piano, so sweet, sugary sweet and addicting. He feels so good, inside of you, around you that tears start stinging in your eyes.

“Fuck- fuck Jake I’m coming oh- “you blabber.

“Shut the fuck up.” He presses his hand flat to your mouth, hushing you and pressing you further onto the couch and your eyes soften as you swallow, entranced by him. Your walls tighten around him and his tight grip falters but remains. His face is drenched in perspiration and so much want for you.

With the oxygen stolen from your lungs. Your breaths are quick and heaving and your body shakes in ecstasy as you feel your orgasm approaches quickly, building so intensely with the way his movements become jerky. Shooting your hand to your clit you work yourself up and further into the gates of iniquity. your whole body becomes taut, and you rock into your hands and chase after his cock. watching you melt under him is something Jake will be viciously proud of for a couple of days to come.

So much so that it’s almost an impossible challenge for him to pull out of you when his own high approaches dangerously overwhelming. With labored breaths, his eyes glued to your heaving figure. He spits on his hand and starts pumping his pulsating cock. His other hand scrambling for the tissues on the table and he sends himself over the edge. Your eyes are the only thing that he needs to fall.

As soon as the fog of lust clears up you feel a shift in the air. The gold and sparkles disappearing and washed away along with all the bent-up anger. Leaving behind nothing but a sliver of dullness and awkwardness that clings to your limbs. Jake moves from on top of you with a grimace. You watch him move to tidy himself up in almost blissful yet holding on by an ambiguous edge that tug at your heart painfully. When he looks at you, you don’t know why you almost feel like you want to disappear.

“Jay has been asking for you. Fix your hair before leaving I don’t want him knowing about this.”

Oh. Oh. It shouldn’t be a surprise to you that he doesn’t want anyone to know about this and you do realize how inappropriate all of this is and yet you still stumble into a bitter feeling. An old picture starts burning in your mind, the same one of you falling into desperate repetition of a prayer to someday be good enough to keep and not a sparkling piece of art that holds no actual value.

“I’m gonna leave first.” Jake speaks into your growing silence and the click of the door is the only indication of him leaving.

You don’t know how long you stay there on the couch. A couple of hundred emotions take over you, guilt, anger, regret, and shame. So much shame and all it took was one slip to throw you into the maze of agony so familiar yet so frigid and cold.

When you walk out of the room you run into Jay right away like a mockery of the devil you’re growing sick of playing with. There’s a knowing smirk spreading across his face as he studies you, one that you don’t get to see because you’re so busy looking anywhere else.

“You and Jake had a good talk? Sorted out the tension?”

“Yeah, all good.” You mumble almost inaudible as you push past him with a burning face.

Jake watches the interaction between you two with intense attention. His eyes betray him as they follow your figure almost religiously. and when Jay strolls to him with a shit-eating smile plastered across his face., Jake groans sinking down into his chair and hoping to somehow vanish.

“Don’t even fucking start,”

“I didn’t even say anything.” Jay retorts with a laugh.

“I know what you’re gonna say, and I don’t want to hear it.”

Jake’s hiding is deep-rooted and so you remain unaware of it all.

Once you’re one step in your apartment the sounds of all the too familiar trio have your shoulders deflating even further if possible. Despite your immense love for them the need for a quiet night after the hectic day you had is bigger. You can kiss it goodbye now.

“Hey,” Niki greets you as soon as your figure is in the living room, the other two sitting next to him on the couch turn from the tv to you as well and you force a smile upon your face despites the aching in your body,

“Hey guys,”

“Heeseung is helping me get to plat.” Jungwon tells you, eyes brimming with joy. It has your chest enveloping with warmth. a breath of fresh air like you’ve been choking all day. On your thoughts and on lingering stares

“Slay.” You ruffle his hair as you pass by him and into the kitchen, gravitating towards a glass of wine that you’re sure your soul needs.

“Are you okay?” Niki asks, eyes dancing across your features. Your mind clutters full of the earlier events and you down your glass of wine in a moment.

“I’m perfect.” You reply, pouring yourself another glass and running away from the concern lacing Niki’s eyes “I’m gonna take a bath and call it a day. Don’t trash my apartment.” You call out to them as you start heading towards your room.

“Without me?” Heeseung says from behind you, you ignore him and the only thing you hear before closing your door is the impact of Niki’s hand hitting his head and a loud ‘Ouch’ following.

The darkness of your room welcomes you, in a rather unexpected coldness that has you wondering what home really is. It’s all so stupid, and yet you wonder why you feel like a hole had opened right under you. staring at your glass of wine you feel like the air, not free but hallow.

One slip was all it took.

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Thinkin bout you chapter [01. well...hello there my skibidi queen]

When  Zaidaan Amin lead guitarist of popular band Burnouts posts a not so tasteful comment about his labelmate katseyes logo their PR teams force the two groups to merge and befriend each other.What happens when shy Yn Vaughn, the lead singer of burnouts catches the eye of socially awkward dancer Megan Skiendiel?

The strong scent of coffee wafted around the  café as the low sound of discussion flowed through the building. Priya and Yn sat next to each other, Yn on the edge of the seat because yn had already formed the 'perfect' escape plan if anything went wrong. Priya played with a small rubix cube that her brother gave her (although it was missing a square). Meanwhile Flynn was reprimanding Zaidaan and telling him how to react when katseye got there. The group was so absorbed in their own world that when Sophia greeted them the first two times they hadn't realised at all.

"Yo. We're here garage band" Daniela said irritatedly which gauged the attention of the band

"We don't use fucking garage band" Zaidaan had mumbled to himself equally as irritated as Daniela due to the comment.

The members of katseye sat opposite the members of burnout a thick awkward tension lingering in the air that desperately needed to be broken, so taking it upon himself Zaidaan spoke first.

"It's so crazy that we're all here together two groups under HYBE x geffens getting along, ten crazy ki—"

YNS pov 

   "Our logo isn't stupid." The blonde one spoke interrupting Zaidaan (thank god).  

Zaidaan unfortunately being the argumentative and impulsive person that he is felt the need to respond to her "well it kind of is...I mean what is even going on with it? What's it mean, ya know I'd expect a cat to be on there or some—" 

I really tried to care about whatever the hell those two were talking about but I found it really hard, especially when the ginger one was looking at me. Like...full on staring me down, it was quite scary actually she kind of looked like she wanted to pounce and me and kill me. 

I sunk into my seat uncomfortably and attempted to avoid eye contact completely. 

"Girl she's totally checking you out" Priya mumbled poking my shoulder with the biggest grin known to mankind on her face.  

"No I think she just has a staring problem" I Whispered back to her trying to be as discreet as possible so the ginger girl didn't notice we were talking about her. 

I felt I needed to get out of this situation as soon as physically possible because the more the girl looked at me the more terrified I was, so I excused myself to the bathroom and immediately found refuge there.

3rd person Pov

Megan watched as yn left her seat which prompted Lara to play wingwoman for her hopeless friend 

"pretty sure you scared her off with your insistent staring, it was like you were trying to melt her with heat vision"

"I- no? She was just uh...okay you know what Lara, I don't appreciate your judgement." Megan attempted to switch her focus to her friend. 

"Right but you need it because this is hopeless...you should go talk to her alone and apologise for freaking her the fuck out" Lara squeezed Megan's shoulders whilst simultaneously pushing her to stand up.

"In the bathroom? Lara this is actually wild-" 

Lara cut her off "Bye bye now" waving her hands shooing Megan off to the bathroom.

“Uh hello? You in here, Miss band lady?” 

Yn held her breath hearing Megan's voice "what the fuck" she mumbled under her breath bracing herself and pushing open the door

"OH MY GOD GET BACK!" Yn shouted using a bidet to protect herself which proved to be both pathetic and ineffective only resulting in both yn and Megan soaked in water.

"WHAT THE FUCK CHILL!" Megan screamed as she pulled the bidet from yns hands and  turned it towards yn further drenching the poor girl

"Dude what the hell!!?" Yn grabbed the bidet and threw it to the ground.

...

The two girls stood in silence for a moment, their bodies entirely drenched in water, hair sopping and clothes dripping.

Yn looked up at Megan and a small grin appeared on her face. 

Megan looked up at Yn and began to laugh, the two girls both began to burst into a fit of giggles.

Yn smiled and extended her hand to Megan.

"I'm Yn Vaughn."

"Megan Skiendiel"

[kai34902]

Addiction to Tranquility

Blurb: When all eyes are on you, you are forced to preform. till your legs bleed, your heart torn apart, and your mind goes numb you must not stop. Until a boy who has no interest in anything but science and space becomes a safe haven for you.

Or alternatively

When two people realize their feelings too late, and now must rebuild civilization while also try to get rid of their feelings for the other. Just one problem: they're addicted to each other

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Paring: Senku x reader

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Prologue 1: Lettuce boy

Summery: reader meets senku and Taiju who are doing an experiment.

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Word count: 2373

Warning: not proof read, mostly reader's backstory, and 1st person

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Ever since I could learn. I had to be perfect. Coming from a family with generational wealth and prestige, all eyes were set on me and my brother. Few were filled with love and respect, others filled with disdain and jealousy, but most were filled with hatred and disgust. These looks came from the company retainers. They did not once like me. Which is why they pushed me to the brink of exhaustion. 

I never received a normal education, courtesy of the retainers. Instead I was given tutors, but they never lasted long. I had an innate learning ability that was faster than my peers and even the adults. Everytime they praised me to the retainers they were fired soon after. The more tutors they fired the more wary they became. They hired more people to teach me about things that are completely useless in the modern world, funny enough that I still excelled at those activities. Which is probably why the next course of action they took was to assassinate me, though it was more like a kidnapping attempt.

After that incident I couldn't function normally. I was scared out of my mind of people I didn’t know, to the point that I would talk to people behind my baba or brother. The retainers tried to use that as leverage against my baba. He didn’t bid them. He knew the truth, just couldn’t find the evidence to prove that. In the end he hired a bodyguard for both my brother and I. Despite my brother being an up and coming and world renowned martial artist as well as boxer.

My bodyguard is 6’3” or 191cm tall man that I was afraid of. He looked frightening with a glare that could kill someone. Yet it always softens when facing my baba. I can’t blame him nor judge him. My father has an immense beauty that rivals or maybe even surpasses the top model. It took me a while to get used to his presence as he is usually stoic, but in the end he became one of my most favorite people as he would read books he would read to me. I nicknamed him ‘Al’ as I could never pronounce his name correctly.

In conclusion I have an abnormal life. Due to the incident my baba stopped the stream of tutors coming, and gave me professors to teach me the basics so I wouldn’t fall behind. It left me further enclosed into the cage I call my reality. With no friends or people I could safely talk to with no sort of biases or having the responsibility of reporting to the retainers or my baba.  I resorted to befriending the only thing that was available. The moon.

Pathetic right?

My only friend is a large spherical rock in space that's 384,400 km (238 855 miles) away. It's not like I wanted my friend to be an inanimate object that's far away. Yet here I am talking to the moon like a weirdo. I would tell the moon numerous things from what I learned to the minute things like what I ate or saw. The cold light provided a warm solace for my affectionate starved self.

But it wasn’t enough. After one nasty encounter with one of the younger retainers I ran away. Well Technically I didn't run. I had Al drive me out to someplace without a lot of people. A place to myself where I could wind down and won't be judged. He led me to a path where elderly people or regular people would take a walk and relax. It looked kinda boring but I didn’t want to go back so I gave walking down the path a shot.

I was walking down the road with Al in tow who was keeping an eye on me. No one recognizes me, they probably thought that Al was my dad and that we’re bonding. It didn’t matter what they thought as I had enough of that. I was taking in the peace and quiet that I usually hated until I saw something peculiar. 

It was a boy with lettuce-like hair down on the grass and behind a screen. He was watching a pan heat up on top of two cinder blocks and a furious fire in the middle. A strange sight to see on a presumably normal day, even the elderly folk were staring in bewilderment at him. 

It was such a strange sight that I watched him do his experiments the next day and the day after that and the day after that. It was really entertaining. I wanted to go up to him and talk about what he was doing, but I chickened out in the end. Though I guess he caught on to someone staring. Once in a while he would look around as if he was looking for something despite having his friend right beside him.

One day three older looking guys came and beat down the machine the boy brought out earlier. Fortunately the boy and his friend came just in time to witness it, but unfortunately the older boys beat them up despite the brown haired boy blocking their fists. The very scene infuriated me. I had a strong sense of justice, courtesy of my baba and the classical books Al would read to me.

When the brown haired boy finally collapsed, I finally appeared out of my hiding place.

“Oh you with them” one of the older boys asked

“No” I answered truthfully

“Then mind your own business”

“Not till you apologize to them”

“Thought you said that you werent with them” I punched him where the sun didn't shine. He deserved it from the way he was confidently smirking at me. He needed to be taught a lesson. In all honey though I didn't aim there on purpose, I was aiming for his belly. But they’re taller than me, and I'm still not used to hand to hand combat despite fighting training with my brother.

I manage to bring him down before one of the other boys grabbed me by my written and started yelling: “WHAT THE HELL I'LL BEAT YOU FOR THIS KID”

But he was quickly shut up by Al who grabbed him and punched him square in the face which knocked the boy out. The third quickly surrendered with his two friends in tow. I left a first aid kit by the lettuce haired boy for him and his friend.

The next day I came by but the lettuce boy wasn't there nor was his friend. I came by the next day, he wasn't there either. Then I came again, same thing. By the fourth day I was starting to give up on seeing him. I Thought they moved since they were not welcomed there. But thankfully I was wrong, one of the few things I was happy to not be right. 

The boy came back with a strange thing that looked oddly like a sniper gun. He aimed it at the three older guys from the other day and shot at them. Electricity came out and shocked the three boys. Thankfully they didn't look injured but it was so funny that I couldn't help but laugh. In the end he got his revenge. But unfortunately for me he heard me laugh and looked straight at me. I speed walked for the rest of the time I was there. Gave myself a mental note to not come there for a few days. Went back to the company to find my baba asking why I came earlier than usual. I lied through my teeth which I felt terrible about. Surprisingly Al didn’t report what happened which I was grateful for.

That night I told the moon about what happened earlier just like I had been.  Told it about how the lettuce boy was so dedicated to his craft and that I was sorta jealous of him. The moon is the only thing that is able to bring out the truth in me. 

The next day when I went out on my now daily walk I decided to go to a park that was somewhat near the place I would normally see the duo. I only went to this park that's further away from the company because I didn't want to get interrogated by my baba again for coming earlier than usual. Honestly he should be grateful that I'm actually outside instead of inside like I usually am!

I found the swings and sat on them. When I got tired of just swinging around I asked Al to read me a book. The next book that he was going to read to me was 'Pride and Predigest.’ He told me to find a spot while he gets the book and a blanket to sit on. I found a nice shaded spot under a tree that had a nice view of the park. It was then I saw two familiar boys coming towards me. I mentally cursed myself as I didn’t have anyone to hide behind.

“Hey aren't you the girl who has been spying on us for the past week?” A voice spoke as if he was annoyed

“Pardon?” my voice squeezed from nervousness

“Wait, that's her! She's the one that punched that guy square in the nuts Senku! And the one to give us the first aid kit” He pointed at me which was kinda rude on his part

“Wait, you were watching?”

“So it is you” The lettuce hair boy who I now know as Senku interrupted

“Did I make you feel awkward?” I sheepishly asked, “I'm sorry If I did, I was just curious and well…” my voice trailed off

“No I would just prefer if you’d actually come up and introduced yourself instead of staring from a distance like a creepy doll”

“Well then I guess I should introduce myself im (l/n) (y/n) ” I reached my hand forward

“Ishigami Senku” he shook my hand

“And I'm Oki Taiju!”

That day I spent playing with Senku and Taiju with science experiments that Senku brought out. I had completely forgotten about Al and that he was supposed to read to me. The day ended with me spotting my baba’s car and him talking to Al. It was more like fighting but it was one sided with my baba. Al was toying with him. I had to bid my new friends goodbye but promised them I would come back again tomorrow. That night my baba was crying about how I finally made my first friends. My brother was teasing me about how my first friends were boys and asked if one of them was actually my boyfriend. I rightfully shut him up by asking him about the girls he befriended. Baba cried at that too with incoherent sobs about: “his babies are growing up too fast”

I met senku's father about a month after befriending him and taiju. Senku Taiju, and I were in the library educating ourselves with books or the internet in order to help Senku build a swimsuit for his dad. When Bakuya came to check up on Senku I immediately  recognised him to be one of the many tutors that was hired and fired. I almost didn’t believe that I was looking at the same man. He was an eccentric person that I quickly realized when I was learning under him, it was just the fact that he was so overly affectionate with Senku that I thought knew he rivaled my own father.

He recognized me quickly. He was surprised that I could be such a different kid outside of the classroom. He muttered something about it being a small world. He invited me over to his and Senku’s house. I had to beg Al to let me go but he vehemently told me no. In the end I was able to convince him with the help of Bakuya and Taiju, Senku only added his input here and there.

The first visit turned into two, then into three, and soon the ishigami household became my second home. I would visit there more than when I visit the company. In a strange way I became closer with Senku than Taiju. I would aid him in his experiments and offer help when he was stuck on something. 

One day we were testing out the electric waves on Taiju’s body. Senku made Taiju’s arm and fingers move around weirdly which made Taiju shocked. The very scene made me laugh my lungs out. 

After we were done, much to Senku’s dismay, Taiju then started talking about what we wanted to do in the future. He asked me what I wanted to do since I wasn’t set to inherit the company as I wasn’t the oldest. I replied with only one thing in mind: “I want to go to and meet the moon maybe even talk to it”

“So you basically are a creepy doll” Senku joked

“No I'm not!” I yelled at Senku

“Wait hold on! can't you just meet the moon from here?” Taiju asked

“No you big oaf she means she wants to go to the moon”

“Woah! You both basically want to go to space! It's like you guys are meant to be!” He beamed

“Hmmm like soulmates?” My thoughts protruded

“Ew” senku replied fast

“Oh you don't believe soulmates? Not even platonic ones?” I poked at him

“No soulmates are an ideology that humans like to believe. It's not scientific nor provable. Its irrational and a source of trouble”

“Yet living creatures need to procreate in order to have its species continue on, are you saying that humans should procreate with everyone they meet instead of finding that someone to spend your time with and create a family?”

“...yes” he hesitated

“Ewwwww” My face scrunched up, but inside I was laughing my lungs out. It has been a while since I last had so much fun like this. Science is fun just like Senku told me before.

Dear Moon,

Are you happy that this friend of yours finally found her place? Are you proud of me? I’m not. It feels like I'm replacing you with him.

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[redwolfxx]

if he died

(Gun x reader)

Tw: death

Summary: Title

A/N: i'm a gun stan 🫣 can't help myself, he's too fine, sorry for all the angst - such a mood killer, gonna have to right something happier this makes me feel like 💩😭😭

If he was killed

It was late and he was still out. He'd normally be back by now, dragging himself in through the door, body, likely littered in cuts and bruises, nothing ever fatal. He'd walk in and lightly brush past you, kidding your forehead on his way to the bathroom to clean up.

But he wasn't. At first you'd try and reason with yourself, maybe the job was farther away than normal. Maybe he was out with Goo again at one of those god awful karaoke bars they'd try to drag you to.

But by now hours had passed and he still wasn't home. Texts and calls unanswered. You knew you couldn't ask Goo as the two weren't exactly on good terms at this point, but you didn't have another choice.

As you scrolled to his contact, the doorbell rang out through your apartment. Ah, he was home.

As you went to greet him you stopped. He has a key.

Quickly you go to grab the metal baseball bat you kept in the hallway closet. As you grew closer you carefully looked through the peephole.

It was Goo.

Hesitant, you opened the door. At first he didn't say anything, he wouldn't meet your gaze.

You tried to invite him in but he wouldn't even look up.

Eventually he looked up and opened his arms to hug you. Yes, Goo, hugging, you.

You begin barraging him with questions about what he was doing, why he was there, etc, and most importantly where was Gun.

But he wouldn't answer, his only response was to hold you tighter as you began crying out your questions, occasionally hitting his chest in a pathetic attempt to force him to say it, to tell you it was a joke.

But he didn't.

Once you had calmed down he had apologized out of pity.

After he left you closed the door behind him, locking yourself away.

Friends calls went unanswered and texts unread as you cried out for a ghost that wouldn't come home.

His lawyer would come one day, reading to you, his last wishes. Explaining how title transfers and money transfers to you would work.

At first you'd refuse telling him that Gun was alive and he must've gone into hiding and he'd be back. The man only looked at you with a gaze of knowing pity for you.

Eventually when affairs were settled you'd visit his grave in Japan, it was on his family home estate, that his father still owned. You'd met him a long time ago when you'd visited Japan with Gun. He had invited you up to see his final resting place to give you a chance to properly grieve.

You'd sat on the bench by his grave, it was fancy and expensive, not a speck of dust, not a mar of imperfection. It was him. With that you'd cry, you'd cry to him asking him why he'd go and get himself killed. Why he'd left you without saying goodbye. And you'd cry because you loved him. You'd cry because he'd never comeback, you'd cry because you could.

The attendants had left you to cry in peace, but you felt their gazes watching you, some pitiful, some criticizing, and some jealous. But you'd paid them no mind.

Once you had your good share of crying, you sat there. Starring at his name. Starring at him.

Eventually you'd return back to Korea, back to your shared apartment, back to the real world.

You'd have to go back to the same cruel routine without him to ground you. You'd have to go on alone.

If he died of natural causes

(be fr he has so many enemies 😭)

You'd grown old together, and had shared a life, a home, one love.

When the two of you were old enough you'd both move to Japan together where you'd work a regular 9-5 for a while, while he ran his Yakuza.

Eventually he'd convince you it was too dangerous to work without his protection and you'd retire to focus on your hobbies and spend his money as you wished.

You'd have kids together and you'd do your best to try and keep them away from what their father did but boys'll be boys and your son would be drawn to what his father did, and would become successor to Gun. Your daughter would go abroad to study, going on to work and start a new life in the States.

You'd grow old together, his love for you as obvious as ever and never growing thin. As they say, time makes the heart grow fonder, and it did. You'd enjoy dates to fancy restaurants and simple shops around the world.

You'd watch your kids have kids and you'd watch your son pry Gun away from the fighting and push him into retirement with you.

You'd buy a place in the country, away from the noise, away from people. You'd have a garden out front and a lake behind your place to yourselves. Occasionally friends and family would visit, and you'd find joy together in the peace.

Your home would be decorated with random wood figures he'd make in this newfound free time.

And eventually when the time was right the two of you would pass. Your final resting places next to each other for eternity. Whether he went first or you, didn't matter to time as the other of you two followed soon after.

You'd live lives without much regret, you had lived together and you had died together. Your love was eternal.

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Note: i love him so much i'm actually gonna lose it if he goes (no spoilers, im only up to date w the webtoon app chapters)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

do you think harry is a flight or fight type of person? or maybe its just cuz he knows which battles are worth fighting

I think Harry is very much a whatever suits him best person with a preference towards fight. Like, when he is actually scared and distressed and backed into a corner, he fights. I think, especially later in life after the books, if you grab him unawares he might accidentally hex you out of instinct, like we see in book 6:

“Pathetic, Weasley,” said Snape, after a while. “Here — let me show you —” He turned his wand on Harry so fast that Harry reacted instinctively; all thought of nonverbal spells forgotten, he yelled, “Protego!” His Shield Charm was so strong Snape was knocked off-balance and hit a desk.

(HBP, 180)

But, when he's in a situation he can't win, if he could he would flee. He's smart. In the graveyard Harry is terrified, he only chooses to fight when he comes to the conclusion running isn't an option:

There was a split second, perhaps, when Harry might have considered running for it, but his injured leg shook under him as he stood on the overgrown grave, as the Death Eaters closed ranks, forming a tighter circle around him and Voldemort, so that the gaps where the missing Death Eaters should have stood were filled. Wormtail walked out of the circle to the place where Cedric’s body lay and returned with Harry’s wand, which he thrust roughly into Harry’s hand without looking at him. Then Wormtail resumed his place in the circle of watching Death Eaters.

(GoF, 659)

Even in book 5, even though he does fight and successfully hold off the Death Eaters in the ministry, his first choice of plan is to escape without a fight. And he's right to do so in these situations.

In life-or-death situations, Harry's first instinct is usually to run away to live another day. Flight in combat scenarios like his would be the best option for survival more often than not. So, it's a smart, practical move.

In the face of more mundane fights, like bullies (be it Dudley, Malfoy, Umbridge, or Snape) Harry swings back, with either words, curses, or even punches.

He held out his hand to shake Harry’s, but Harry didn’t take it. “I think I can tell who the wrong sort are for myself, thanks,” he said coolly

(PS, 79)

Darkness fell outside Umbridge’s window. Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. He knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going to show any, not even if he had to sit here all night, cutting open his own hand with this quill. . . .

(OotP, 267)

“IMPEDIMENTA!” and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. . . .

(OotP, 4113)

“What are you doing, Potter?” said Snape coldly as ever, as he strode over to the four of them. “I’m trying to decide what curse to use on Malfoy, sir,” said Harry fiercely. Snape stared at him.

(OotP, 852)

The point is, Harry's situational. Flight is usually his first choice in life-and-death battles he isn't likely to win, in situations with bullies where he is likely to win, he chooses to fight, like, instantly.

The reason I'm saying he has a preference for fight is because of his anger and savior complex. When someone hurts someone he cares about, he chooses fight regardless of how dangerous the situation is or his chances of winning.

In the Chamber of Secrets, Harry doesn't even consider running away, because running away means killing Ginny, so it isn't an option:

Harry was thinking fast, weighing his chances. Riddle had the wand. He, Harry, had Fawkes and the Sorting Hat, neither of which would be much good in a duel. It looked bad, all right . . . but the longer Riddle stood there, the more life was dwindling out of Ginny . . . and in the meantime, Harry noticed suddenly, Riddle’s outline was becoming clearer, more solid. . . . If it had to be a fight between him and Riddle, better sooner than later.

(CoS, 292)

In OotP, after Bellatrix kills Sirius he chases after her, disregarding how dangerous that is:

“Harry — no!” cried Lupin, but Harry had already ripped his arm from Lupin’s slackened grip. “SHE KILLED SIRIUS!” bellowed Harry. “SHE KILLED HIM — I’LL KILL HER!” And he was off, scrambling up the stone benches. People were shouting behind him but he did not care.

(OotP, 809)

Harry reacts similarly after Snape kills Dumbledore:

And Harry felt the ground shudder under his face as the brother and sister and the enormous Death Eater obeyed, running toward the gates. Harry uttered an inarticulate yell of rage: In that instant, he cared not whether he lived or died. Pushing himself to his feet again, he staggered blindly toward Snape, the man he now hated as much as he hated Voldemort himself — “Sectum — !”

(HBP, 603)

When someone Harry cares about is hurt, the danger matters much less to Harry, and fight just becomes his go-to instinct.

[skulla-rxcks]

I wish you’d stay another night

Paring: Dick Grayson x f reader

Rating: explicit

Genre: smut

Warnings: or4l (fem and male rec), drinking, drugs, protected s3x, mention of injuries

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Dick saw you getting a little too drunk at a party so he had to take you to his place to sober up.

!THIS IS PURE FICTION, NOTHING IN THIS IS REAL ITS JUST A STORY!

It’s 11pm there was a massive party happening in Bruce Wayne’s Mansion, I somehow won an invitation, it was a one in 30 chance to be invited and I somehow got it. It isn’t that surprising as it could’ve been way harder to get in due to it being a party in a billionaires mansion. the party only started half an hour ago and I’m already 6 drinks in, all of the alcohol, drinks and food are all expensive high quality stuff, I didn’t end up reading the alcohol percentage on the drinks due to not being able to because of the flashing lights, but that’s not the worst part. I didn’t know how strong and rich tasting the drinks could be.

I can barely stand or move around without stumbling over myself. I cannot go home like this yet alone take care of myself while drunk. I need to get out of this party and get some fresh air. I place my hand on the wall as I walk trying to keep myself steady, I continue walking slowly, trying to keep my balance.

I look around anxiously praying that no one’s staring at my pathetic attempts to walk, especially important figures in this city, cause oh god that would be so embarrassing, I would fucking kill myself! What if Nightwing saw me like this? He’s helped patch me up after I got stabbed once but being found and saved while being extremely god damn drunk is probably 10 times worse than me being stabbed, that’s just my personal opinion though. I’d rather cry in front of someone instead of them seeing me intoxicated.

I make it to the door and exit the mansion that the party was held in, once I’m outside I sit on a step and take a blunt I rolled up before I left out of my purse, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. I hold the cigarette between my fingers and inhale softly, trying to get my senses back to sober up faster; even though weeds definitely not going to help it, not even a little bit. I don’t have enough money for cigarettes lately so my stash of pot is all I can rely on.

“Y/n? You shouldn’t be doing drugs outside it’s risky, especially outside of Bruce’s property. Look I won’t turn you in or tell anyone but just for future reference”. It’s a man, he has the same physique as Nightwing as well as the same voice. “Who youuu an how do you know my naame..?” I ask, god why do I sound so fucking stupid when I’m intoxicated? “I’m Dick, Dick Grayson, you probably know me better as nightwing, since that one time I saved you. And for your name well, I looked it up in the files, I was curious and wanted to learn more about you and that was the only way to do so.”

He takes a seat next to me on the stairs. “Ohhhh hi dick… hehe, dick..” I lean my head on his shoulder, I reek of alcohol and weed. “You’re drunk, how much did you have to drink?” He takes my hands in his and looks at me sternly in the eyes. “Like 6 or….orrr 6… or mayyybee 7…?” I respond before quickly turning to the side and throwing up on the pavement next to me, holding my head in my hands, it’s pounding and I can hardly feel anything. “Fuck you’re drunk. I’m going to take you back to mine and take care of you for the rest of the night, you’ve had way too much to drink.” He sighs, lifting me onto his back like I’m a child again and bringing me back to his car, he buckles me into the passenger seat before hopping into the drivers seat and starting the car.

“I’m sorry... I’m sorry..” I mumble, resting my head against the window. “For what?” He questions.

“that you have to.. to waste time… looking after me” I whine, trying to keep my eyes open, but it’s difficult.

“you’re not wasting any of my time, trust me. I’d rather help you out than some other random drunk guy.” I close my eyes as my head sinks into the car seat relaxing myself as the drive continues on. a few minutes later Dick wakes me up “We’re here. need help getting inside?” he asks. “where are.. where are we…?” I look up at him rubbing my eyes. “my house, hope that’s okay, it was closer after all.” He says, opening the door and helping me out of the car. I wobble along slightly before finally standing up straight with his help.

“My room is upstairs, come on.” He tells me pointing the stairs up ahead. “okay,.” I attempt to walk up the stairs but end up stumbling and falling backwards. Dick grabs my arms to stop me falling backwards and luckily ends up catching me. “careful” he mumbles, taking my hand and helping me get up the stairs and into his room. “Here, lay down here” He places me onto the bed, I’m still drunk but my head feels more clearer now than before. He sits down beside me. “So how do you feel now? Are you still feeling sick? Do you need anything? Food, water..?” His hands are clasped together, he’s nervously tapping on his leg, clearly not used to practically ‘babysitting’ a drunk person. “I’m okay… I think”. I say, yawning a little. My head starts hurting all of a sudden. “ow.. fuck, p-painkillers maybe.” I whisper to myself, feeling a headache coming on. “You want pain killers?” he questions, raising an eyebrow at me. “Yeah please.” I reply, he gets up from the bed and leaves the room. Minutes later he returns and gives me two pill bottles. “Here, the blue ones are for extreme pain, red ones are for slight.”

“whatever you suggest, my heads fucking killing me.” I groan as I open them up and swallow them down accidentally taking a few more than the container prescribes immediately regretting it. “Oh shit!” I yell, grabbing my head in pain, I fall off of the bed and land heavily on the floor. “Hey careful!” He yells running towards me, stopping at the side of the bed. I lift my head out of my hands and see a small trickle of blood dripping down from my head into my hands. “fuck, you’re bleeding. okay, we’re definitely getting you into the shower. come on.”

Dick takes my hand once again this time leading me into his bathroom, he turns on the shower taps, fiddling with them and testing the water to see if it’s not too hot or not too cold, letting me adjust it if I need to. “Come put your hand in the water. Is the temperature okay?”

“Yeah, it’s perfect thank you..”

“can you help me shower?” I ask, looking at him and receiving a nod in response to my question. i strip down until I’m fully nude. the cold air of the bathroom making my nipples hard. once Dick’s undressed we hop in the shower, he makes sure to wash all of the wounds and injuries from all of the fights I’ve been caught up in and around Gotham.

I look down at the shower floor as he washes my hair and back. I watch the excess water drop onto the floor and travel down into the drain to keep myself entertained, I see some blood joining the water. I move so I can face Dick, there’s wounds on his chest and thighs, they seem new, not exactly new but not exactly old. “Dick? you’re bleeding..” I look at him concerned, I reach out and put my hand on his chest, hoping if he’s in any pain contact will soothe it. “it doesn’t hurt” he assures me, moving my hand away. “but..” I look at him sadly, knowing that deep down he knows it does, he just doesn’t want to say that he’s hurt.

“thank you for worrying about me though, I really do appreciate it.” Dick looks at me and smiles softly. He brings his lips towards mine and connects our lips gently. His hands find their way around my waist pulling me closer towards him as he presses himself against me harder. “You taste like alcohol mm..” I pull away from the kiss confused, but still allowing his grip on my waist. “what.. what.. was that for..?” my face turns red with embarrassment, his straight forward actions making me realise that I crave him, I need him. I want him.

“I don’t know, I apologise if I made you uncomfortable I just-“ before he can continue speaking I cut him off by pushing him against the cold tiled wall in the shower, bringing my lips back to his as the warm water sprinkles over us. “Dick.. I want you.” I mutter, putting my arms around his neck and pushing myself against him, feeling him grow hard against my thigh.

“Are you sure? You’re still tipsy.” He asks for my consent, reassuring me, reminding me that Im not fully sober.

“I’m sure..” I giggle, moving my hand down between his legs, cupping his cock with my palm before stroking him softly, trying to convince him to let me do stuff even if I’m still not sober. “Then..fuck.. can you please.. uh, suck me?” He groans, pressing little kisses along my neck. “here in the shower?..” I ask. “Yeah, here. In the shower.” He chuckles. I get down on my knees, not caring if water accidentally gets into my eyes, since that’s not what my goal is. My goal is to make Dick feel good all over. I take him into my mouth, surprised at how many inches he gained just from growing hard. I begin moving my mouth up and down, trying my best to impress him even though I’m definitely not the best at giving blow jobs. I use my hand to stroke his base, since I can’t manage to take all of him into my mouth.

It’s not long until I feel his dick twitch in my mouth, so I continue sucking on it bobbing my head faster now and tightening the inside of my mouth. Feeling his hands gripping onto my hips as he thrusts into my mouth faster. I’m starting to get a bit turned on and excited. who knew just by having someone in my mouth would get me so hot, especially Dick Graysons! “I’m close.. fuck..” He moans out, I nod and increase my mouth skills once again. Not long after he cums down my throat, I swallow it all like a good girl to impress him. “Jesus Christ that was good.. haven’t gotten sucked off that well in years..” Dick groans, pulling his dick out of my mouth and pulling me up to my feet to kiss me deeply once again, this time parting my lips with his tongue and exploring more of my mouth with his.

“Dick? can we go to your room. I need you..”

“of course.” he smiles, leading me into his room where he lies me down on his bed, hungrily prying my legs open to reveal my wet needy cunt, without warning he grabs my thighs and brings my crotch towards his face, beginning to thrust his tounge into my pussy. “mmg…!” I gasp in delight, tangling my fingers in his black messy hair as he starts devouring my pussy like a starved man.

“o-oh my god Dick.. !” I moan, my head falling back into the pillows, I buck my hips upwards trying to get more out of his mouth, as if it weren’t already perfect for me. He takes note seeing that I want more, he takes his tongue out of me and flicks it on my clit, but he also gently thrusts two fingers inside of me curling them upwards to hit that sweet spot of mine inside of me so my dripping hole won’t be lonely. he starts moving his fingers faster inside of me, making me arch my back in pleasure.

“Dick.. I want your dick..”

“Don’t worry baby, I wanna be inside you as well.” He smirks as he moves away from me to get a condom out of the night stand, he rolls it on before positioning himself at my hole. “Ready?” He asks. “M-mhm just put it in.” I beg “please Dick.” His expression changes as I use my manners, looking pleased at my obedience towards him. He pushes inside of me letting both of us letting out loud moans, he stretches me out perfectly, so fucking perfect. “Oh god!” I cry out, wrapping my arms around him and hugging him closely as he moves inside of me, slowly increasing his movements. “So tight..” he whispers into my ear before nibbling on it lightly. “Harder.. more.. please.” I tell him, as a response he starts thrusting even harder than I expected, making me scream louder than I ever have in my entire fucking life, the mixture of both pleasure and pain his cock is giving me makes me feel unreal. “I’m gonna cum..” I warn, hugging him tighter as my orgasm creeps closer and closer towards me like a spider. “Me too. I’ll cum after you don’t you worry.”

Dick says, a mixture of groans falling out between his words. Just hearing his groans is enough to make me cum on the spot, I cry out as I tighten around him, finally cumming, having the best orgasm of my life. Not too long after I feel the weight of the condom fill up, indicating that he came too. “Oh my god.. Dick.. I…fuck.” I kiss him softly before we get underneath the covers.

“Fuck, I needed that. I needed you so badly Y/n thank you.. now how about we get you drunk again so you can stay another night?” Dick winks at me.

[rosyl12620]

Yandere Kise Ryota x reader

(Imagine he’s in his 3rd year of high school)

You walked through the gates of Kaijou High School. Tugging at your mostly grey uniform, you tried to navigate your way to the front office.

It was your first day at Kaijou and you were already lost. You looked around for someone who could help you. Suddenly, a group of screaming girls ran past you, knocking you down as they ran. You hit the ground, confused.

The blonde guy the girls were swarming around noticed you had fallen. He started to walk towards you.

“Are you okay?” he asks in genuine concern.

You stand up and brush off some dust from your skirt.

“I’m fine, thanks,” you reply.

“That’s good,” he exclaims cheerfully.

“Excuse me, but do you mind telling me where the office is? I’m supposed to go to the front desk to get my schedule since I’m new,” you explain to him.

He smiled brightly, “I don’t mind taking you there. If you don’t mind me tagging along.”

“That’d be even better. I was starting to get scared I’d misunderstand your directions,” you laughed awkwardly to fill the silence.

“My name’s Kise Ryouta, by the way,” the blonde guy, ‘Kise’, introduces himself.

“I’m L/N Y/N,” you respond, “Nice to meet you, Kise-san.”

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After helping you on your first day, Kise still decided to hang out with you on a daily basis. Not that you were complaining, it was nice having a friend around.

You were also surprised when he told you that he was a model. He even showed you some of the magazines he had been in.

Though surprised as you were, you would never like him solely for being a popular model and basketball player. Kise himself seemed surprised someone didn’t immediately like him for his looks.

“It’s quite refreshing,” he had commented.

It had been a few months since you’d met him.

“Hey Y/N-cchi!” a familiar voice called to you just as you were walking out the gates of Kaijou.

You spun around to find Kise running to catch up with you.

“Do you wanna hang out at my place?” Kise asked.

“Sure. We could drop by the convenience store on the way there,” you suggested.

Kise nodded excitedly. Before you could take a step though, another voice called out to you.

“L/N-san!” one of your male classmates called to you.

“What’s up, M/N-san?” you asked him.

“I overheard you say you’re going to the convenience store. Not that I’m stalking you or anything. But maybe we could spend some time together afterwards,” he said.

“I’m sorry, but I already told Kise-kun I’d go to his place after,” you explained to your classmate.

You didn’t notice the glare Kise was giving M/N.

After M/N ran off apologizing you turned to Kise.

“That was weird,” you stated, “Why’d he run off like that?”

Kise shrugged.

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, hurrying you off, “I don’t want you hanging out with him anymore.”

“Why?” you asked, “He’s my friend.”

“He might hurt you, Y/N-cchi,” Kise explained.

“I can protect myself,” you protested.

Kise only sighed as he led you to the convenience store despite your protests for an explanation of his behaviour.

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When you got to school the next day, an envelope of pictures was slid into your locker. You curiously opened it. The pictures were of M/N in the hospital, his clothes were tattered with blood. You were horrified.

There was also a note attached.

“You should’ve just agreed to stop hanging out with him, Y/N-cchi.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Kise. He attempted and probably succeeded killing M/N. And speak of the devil.

“Y/N-cchi! Did you see the little note I left for you?” Kise asked as if it were just another homework cheat sheet.

You were trembling from shock, “How could you?”

Kise’s gaze softened, “I know your mad but it was for your own good. He could’ve hurt you, and what if I wasn’t there to protect you?”

“That’s such a pathetic excuse,” you retorted.

Pushing past Kise you ran to the nearest washroom, careful not to let the tears spill from your eyes.

“Y/N-cchi...”

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You stepped out of class as the last bell rang and school was dismissed only to see Kise waiting for you.

He grabbed your wrist, “Come on, Y/N-cchi! Let’s go shopping! It’s cheer you up!”

“I have plans with a friend,” you said, pulling your hand away.

“Then you’ll just have to cancel,” he pulled you closer and whispered into your ear, “You wouldn’t want them to have the same fate as M/N, now would you?”

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed.

Kise’s smile widened. Mentally, you couldn’t help but wonder how Kise was capable of murdering someone and acting like a complete sunshine the rest of the time.

Once you both had arrived at the mall, Kise immediately dragged you into one of the designer stores.

“Uhm, Kise-kun? I can’t afford that,” you hesitantly told him.

“Don’t worry, Y/N-cchi. I modelled for this brand once and they gave me an $100 gift card. You can use it,” he reassured you.

“But it’s yours,” you protested.

“I don’t mind. Besides, if it makes you happy I’m willing to give it to you,” he said.

You decided not to protest. Deep down, you were terrified of what ‘injuries’ you’d be getting if you refused to comply with him. Besides, what’s a piece of designer clothing gonna do to you?

Kise helped you pick out a cute yellow dress and payed for it using the gift card and a few extra dollars. It genuinely didn’t look bad on you so you accepted.

Afterwards, he took you to get food and something to drink. Then the arcade where he won you a bear plush from the claw machine that you wanted.

Kise had wanted to make you happy and it seemed like his plan had worked.

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Graduation was coming soon. You and Kise were going to study different at different universities.

You were relieved knowing that you didn’t have to live in fear of triggering him to kill another person.

But all those thoughts came crashing down one night.

You were at Kise’s house on a Saturday night. He was leading you to his basement to show you something.

You were surprised when you stepped into the basement to see it was arranged like a bedroom. All the things he had gifted you were also there. No wonder you felt like you were missing a few items.

“Look Y/N-cchi!” Kise said excitedly, “You don’t have to go to a different university as me anymore. You don’t even need to go to a university.”

You tried to head back upstairs but Kise stepped behind you and locked the door. When running away wasn’t an option anymore you tried to protest and argue.

“But what about my family? And everything else I have in my life?” you asked desperately.

Kise lifted you up to carry you bridal style. He laid you softly on the bed.

“Your family will be taken care of. We’ll be moving out of this house soon anyways. As for your life, you don’t need it anymore, Y/N-cchi. All you need is to be here with me,” Kise said.

“But-“

“Shh, shh,” Kise said lovingly.

His hand reached up to softly stroke your hair in a soothing gesture. Oddly enough it did calm you.

“I don’t want you crying,” he wiped your tears off your cheeks. You didn’t even realize you were crying.

“Don’t worry Y/N-cchi. I’ll take care of you. I’ll even dress you and do your makeup and hair,” Kise smiled brightly, “Not that you need makeup. You’re already so beautiful.”

It took all your strength to force a fake smile.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, wearing the new clothes Kise had given you.

“You look so beautiful, Y/N-cchi!” Kise exclaimed happily when he saw you.

For the past year, your life had been controlled by Kise. From what you ate, to what you wore, and especially where you went. You had even started to accept it. It wasn’t as though he did anything to hurt you.

“I was waiting for the day you could go to these events with me,” Kise said.

‘These events’ meaning his fancy modelling parties that you hadn’t be able to attend with him till now because he didn’t trust you enough yet.

Kise frowned, “You seem more quite than usual.”

“I’m fine, Ryouta,” you assured him.

“Alright,” he replied to you.

You looked at yourself one last time in the mirror before following Kise to his car.

“I love you Y/N-cchi. I knew you’d make me happy since the moment I met you,” he said as you stepped out the front door of his house for the first time in a year.

[dynamightsfave]

jude duarte—trust

the pinks and oranges of sunrise adorn the horizon’s sky as i make my way back. i’m still not used to seeing the day begin and end. back in faerie, in elfhame, i only ever saw sunrise, i was never much of an early riser, so sunset was a rare sight for me. even so, this sunrise is different to those back there. i cannot explain why though, it may very well be the fact that the people around me are getting ready for work rather than for bed, or the fact that it seems to be brighter, unhidden by the shadows of the mortal world, as this is the mortal world.

who would’ve told. young lady of one of the lower courts, used to the finer life at the palace, living like an ordinary mortal. one that has a night shift at the local seven eleven—a “restaurant”, where they serve some kind of “fast food”, which i have to admit, is far better than some of the things i’ve tried at banquets before—and goes grocery shopping and wears jeans and pays rent. no one to do things for me as i ask, no magic used between one thing and another, sweeping floors, like a servant.

it sounds worse than it is, really.

sometimes i wonder if i did the right thing leaving elfhame. i know my father doesn’t think so, i saw it in his face when i took the first step. but what does he care for me anyway, if in the end i wouldn’t have been able to secure him an actual position of power in the higher courts, the only thing he’s ever wanted me for. still, i don’t feel like a failure. for the first time in my whole life, i do not feel like i owe anybody anything, like i am being watched, having to keep an eye open for a predator. nobody expects anything from me in the mortal world, and it’s liberating.

i like it here, i’ve decided. maine is a good place to be in. until jude finds a way back to faerie anyway. and she will, no matter how done with the crown she tells me she is. she’s trying to convince herself of that, a pathetic little attempt if i do say so myself, but it keeps her going, and if we want to make ends meet, then she can attempt as many times as she likes.

vivi’s—or heather’s, more like—apartment comes into view, and i can already feel the poor wonderful bed that’s awaiting me. i want to sleep today off; tonight’s shift was full of idiots that really should not be allowed outside. and where i’m from people revel in their birthday suits.

however, i am met with a limping jude trying to get away, and before i can ask her what happened, a copy of her runs out from our entrance, gowns similar to the ones i once wore myself adorning her figure. taryn.

when i hear her ask jude about her condition, i’m not sure i want to laugh, ignore her and try for answers myself, or if i should outright step down from my piece of wood with wheels transport and slam it on her head.

jude ignores her, so i choose to meet her in the middle. she lets me hold her in place for a second, before she takes my hand and keeps going.

"i need your help," at that, i do laugh. taryn gives me a glare, one i return with pleasure.

"no," the other twin says.

we keep going, until she gets in our way, but i don’t hesitate to push her shoulder to let us through. fuck her and her stupid big ass gown.

"jude, just hear me out," before she can answer again, i growl.

"no. like absolute hell"

but she doesn’t look at me, she just stops her sister, eyes desperately looking for hers.

"locke is dead. i killed him"

"good," comes out of my mouth before i can stop myself.

"i am trying to talk to jude," she finally snaps, glare intensifying.

"and i am trying to hold my murderous desires towards you at bay, but it seems we’re both failing at our intents," i bark back. my free hand digs into her shoulder again, stepping into her space and covering jude with my body, "jude isn’t going to help you with whatever you need, you do not get that. you used her, twice. once because you were jealous and desperate enough to lower yourself for a piece of attention from someone you’ve now killed. pathetic," i spit, frown deepening in a way my mother would’ve chastised me for before, "and then you used her position to betray the kingdom you’d worked oh so very hard to fit into? you’re a two faced bitch that only thinks of herself, taryn. the fact that you had the audacity of coming here to ask favors proves just that. so no, jude will not help you, and she will not hear you out. she needs to get that injury checked," i decide our best bet is to go back to the apartment, and jude says nothing as i turn us around and drag her back inside and to the bathroom.

i help her undress, careful with the stained cloth stuck to her side. i don’t ask questions; i know her jobs can get odd, and just like in faerie, there’s danger in odd. her eyes are dozed off, a glazed look over them. i sigh.

"no, jude," i chastise, "she doesn’t deserve you to hear her out. so stop thinking about it. if she’s still here by the time we’re out, i’ll send her back to elfhame myself"

"she killed her husband," she tells me, voice merely a mutter, still not here.

"her husband was locke," i deadpan, "if anything, she just took the opportunity out of our hands," i try to humor. but she just hums.

i grab the organic soap vivi buys and rub it on her side, washing the dried blood away. then, i rinse it all and turn for her hair. we don’t say much. if i know her, and i do, she’ll hear taryn out, no matter what i say.

"she doesn’t deserve you," i say again, washing my hands in the water when i’m done. i let myself slump next to the tub, "and i’m glad locke is dead, one way or another. he was an asshole"

"yeah, but why would she do it?"

"who cares? she did it, about time. you’ll not help her with it"

"i’m not being fooled, if that’s what you’re worrying about," she grumbles.

"jude," i sigh once more, and stare at her face, even if she won’t look back at me, "i’m not worried about that. i just hate her being here, asking for help like she’s done nothing. she always gets what she wants. i know you like to act like you know who to trust, but you’re just like me, you trust easily. we’ve led with our emotions, and look where that’s gotten us"

"you didn’t have to follow me here," she rebuts.

"that’s not what i meant"

there’s a pause. her head falls forward, gaze losing down at the tub, playing with the water.

"i know. i’m sorry"

"we’ve trusted her twice before, you because she’s your sister and i because i trust you. she’s used you both those times," i stress, my voice low in an effort to seem calm, "she doesn’t get to appear out of nowhere and ask for help because she killed her husband. and need i remind you, we can’t return ho- to faerie"

jude ponders over my words. my slip is obvious, but i don’t try to hide it. we’ve been avoiding calling elfhame our home, it makes things easier. but when the king you once let yourself trust for a moment uses you, suddenly home doesn’t feel welcoming. and here we are now, a queen without a kingdom and a lady that refused to be reduced to a consort.

"why did you do it?" she asks this time. we’ve been avoiding that question as well. her gaze lifts up to me as mine lowers to my hands.

i let my fingers dance with each other for a few seconds, wondering what the best way to answer it might be. i’ve run through the list of them a thousand times, but how does one explain an unconscious action? the reflex to lose everything just so they don’t lose that one person. again.

"because against everything you’ve proved everyone else, i trust you with my life, jude duarte," i confess, "and i love you"

"you loved cardan too," she notes, "he seemed to love you as well"

"and yet he made you his queen"

it’s funny, how a person can fall in love with several and not be able to stop any of it. i never meant to fall for the high king, as i’m sure jude didn’t either, the same way i never mean to fall for his seneschal. i don’t know how or when it happened, all i know is that as resented as i am with the boy, i still ache for him just as much as i ache for the girl in front of me. and i know neither fell that way for me, too consumed in each other to notice anyone else.

"i’ll wait outside"

jude says nothing as i let myself out.

[purplebubblywitch]

LAST LETTER TO ASTARION

Hi everyone! This is my very first post, and I’ll admit, I’m a little nervous. But I thought I'd share my first fanfiction! What if Cazador had written a final letter to Astarion? Oh and I had to post it again. -_-What do you guys think? Trigger Warning: Abusive behavior.

To Astarion,

these are maybe my final words to you, my little spawn. I don’t know if I’ll survive when we meet again. They say you’re nearly at my door, and I hear the malicious gossip, it seems you've grown surprisingly strong, gathering a charming little entourage. Even Gortash is a thorn in my side, so I must act. Today, the ritual begins. But know this my dear: no matter what happens, I will always win. My only failure was letting you escape. Yet, deep down, I’m proud of you, Astarion.

You are like me. No matter how hard you fight it, you are as power-hungry as I am, driven by the same fear of being enslaved again. We  both clawed our way to the top. Maybe that’s why I’ve always felt so close to you. I couldn’t break you. Bravo, my little spawn. And I truly did try. Every time I heard your sweet screaming, I heard myself through that filthy mouth of yours, my own screams, my own pleas for mercy. You are a reflection of my past, a twisted reminder of what I lost. You’ve become a key to what remains of my humanity. I got addicted to that feeling. To feel like myself again, you made me feel alive, when I’d thought it was lost to Vellioth. Maybe I got carried away some days, but we all have our good and bad days, don’t we? Can you understand that? 

Once, I was someone’s little pet, like you. I was impaled for eleven years—compared to that, my treatment of you was almost… loving, wouldn’t you say? I can’t tolerate anyone above me. Those were Vellioth’s words. This words were for himself, but they apply so damn well.They kept me alive. I wasn’t allowed to love, because love makes you weak. Love makes you vulnerable. Look at your brother and his pathetic attempts to protect his daughter. At the end of it all, he will be alone. As will you, Astarion. Why should we care for others? No one ever cared for us. 

Here you are, barely out of the nest, clinging to someone, desperate for protection. But will you ever truly be free? Will you ever trust anyone completely? When I sent those men to you, you thought I saved you. Your naivety was always overwhelming and, dare I say, refreshing. I watched you for so long, knowing you’d make the perfect addition to my collection. Like a piece of art.

It won’t be long before you stand outside my door. Let’s imagine the scenarios: if you kill me and stop the ritual, however unlikely that may be, then that will only prove how alike we are. Sacrificing everything for power. I taught you well my little Spawn.

But if you don’t finish the ritual, do you think you’ll be free? Could you ever be truly free, Astarion? Do you think my death will heal your wounds? 

It won’t undo anything. It won’t heal your soul. You’re so accustomed to fear that you’d feel lost without it. Absurd, isn’t it? Because you’re used to living in terror. In fact, when you were gone, your first instinct wasn’t to run away as far as possible, it was returning to me. I’m sure,  your thoughts are surely filled with me, telling everyone how wicked I was to my little pet. It’s a clever tactic, claiming weakness to lure them in. With your pretty face, who wouldn’t believe you? I’ll always live on, Astarion, in your mind, in the scars on your body.

And if you don’t kill me? Then you’ll never be free. I’ll find you and hunt you down. Because we belong together, Astarion, whether you like it or not. I’m the only one you can truly count on. You trust no one. And even if you resist, I’m the one who can offer you safety. Familiar horror is easier to bear than the unknown, isn’t it, my dear?

Anyway, we’ll see if you come to my door. I have enough wine to celebrate, the full-bodied one you like so much.

I look forward to seeing you soon.

Cazador

Please read my next fanfiction Astarion's Journal

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[supersmashreaderz]

Hi, I want to ask, can you write Starfox, fox McCloud X reader comforting like people sad or depressed ? Btw, I like kind stories when someone comforts people sad.

Star Fox Fans are you in the room??? 🦊 🔫

Star Fox x Reader

Fox McCloud x Reader

" You're not a Burden"

Reader is GN!

Summary: Fox comforts reader verbally disgracing themself after being kidnapped by Andross

The Great Fox hummed softly as it cruised through space, a stark contrast to the storm of emotions raging inside you. You sat quietly in the corner of the ship, arms wrapped around your knees, staring blankly at the wall. You had been rescued from Andross's clutches only a few hours ago, but the weight of it all still pressed down on you, heavy and suffocating.

Fox had been keeping an eye on you ever since you returned, noticing how distant and quiet you had become. Normally, you were bright, full of life, but now you were a shell of your usual self. He couldn’t stand to see you like this, but every time he tried to talk to you, you brushed him off, telling him you were “fine.”

He knew that wasn’t true. He could see the pain in your eyes, the way you were holding everything inside. You were hurting, and it was killing him to watch.

After several failed attempts to get through to you, Fox decided to give you some space, hoping you’d come to him when you were ready. But as the hours dragged on and you stayed locked in your silence, Fox couldn’t take it anymore. He had to try one more time.

He approached cautiously, sitting down next to you on the bench. “Hey,” he said softly, his voice gentle but concerned. “I know you said you’re fine, but... I can tell something’s bothering you. Please, talk to me. I want to help.”

You didn’t respond right away, biting your lip as you fought to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill. Fox waited patiently, not pushing you, but not leaving either. The quiet between you was heavy, tense.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you couldn’t hold it in any longer. The floodgates opened, and you broke down into sobs, your body shaking with the force of your emotions.

“I’m so ashamed of myself, Fox,” you choked out between sobs. “I let myself get captured... by Andross of all people. You... and everyone else had to risk your lives just to save me, and for what? I’m pathetic. Helpless. I’m just a dead weight to the team.”

Fox’s heart clenched painfully at your words, and he immediately moved closer, gently placing his hand on your shoulder. “Hey, hey, don’t say that,” he said firmly but softly, his voice full of concern. “You’re not any of those things.”

You shook your head, still crying. “But I am! I should’ve fought harder, done something... anything! Instead, I just let him capture me, and you all had to come to my rescue. I’m a burden.”

Fox frowned, his heart aching as he listened to your self-deprecating words. He hated that you were feeling this way, that you blamed yourself for something that wasn’t your fault. He couldn’t stand to see you in so much pain.

“You’re not a burden,” Fox insisted gently, but with determination. “You’re strong, and you’re capable. What happened wasn’t your fault. And no one—no one—on this team thinks you’re a burden.”

He reached out and tilted your chin up slightly, forcing you to look at him. His green eyes were soft but full of conviction. “You’re a part of this team, [Your Name]. We all care about you, and we’re glad you’re safe. Do you really think we’d risk our lives if we didn’t think you were worth it?”

You swallowed hard, tears still streaming down your face. “But... I’m still...”

Fox shook his head. “No. You’re not helpless or pathetic. You’re brave, you’re smart, and you’ve been through so much. And don’t forget that we chose to come after you. I chose to come after you, not because I had to, but because I wanted to. I wouldn’t leave you behind. None of us would. We're a Team we never leave each other behind.”

You let out a shaky breath, the weight of his words starting to sink in. Fox moved closer, wrapping his arms around you in a comforting embrace. “You’re the best thing that’s happened to me, you know that?” he murmured softly, resting his chin on top of your head. “I don’t want to imagine a world or galaxy without you in it. And neither does the rest of the team.”

Still crying, you leaned into Fox’s embrace, your arms slowly wrapping around him as you let out all the emotions you had been holding inside. The pain, the guilt, the fear—it all came pouring out, but Fox was there, holding you tight, letting you know you weren’t alone.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered through your tears. “I just... I don’t want to be a burden to you.”

“You’re not,” Fox whispered back, his voice steady and reassuring. “You never have been, and you never will be.”

The two of you stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, letting the comfort of the moment wash over you. Fox’s presence, his warmth, his words—they all slowly began to ease the pain in your heart.

When you finally pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes, you noticed that the rest of the Star Fox team had been watching from the side of the room. Falco gave you a small smirk and a nod of approval, while Peppy looked at you with fatherly concern. Slippy, always the more emotional one, had tears in his eyes, clearly touched by the moment.

Seeing them all there, watching and caring, made you realize just how much they all valued you—not just as a member of the team, but as a friend. You weren’t a burden to them. You were family.

Fox smiled gently, still holding you close. “See? We all care about you, [Your Name]. Don’t ever doubt that.”

You smiled weakly through your remaining tears and hugged him again, this time with gratitude and love. “Thank you, Fox,” you whispered. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

Fox tightened his hold on you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You’ll never have to find out,” he murmured back, his voice full of warmth and sincerity.

And with the team watching from a distance, you and Fox shared a quiet, tender moment, knowing that no matter what happened, you’d always have each other—and the rest of the Star Fox crew—by your side.

[askganon]

You said you like to tell the story of how you killed the king of hyrule and I am now morbidly curious of what exactly happened, specifically what way did you use to cancel his subscription for life (I have a bit of a morbid fascination with Death, ways it can happen and how it changes our bodies, so I am very curious here)

Very well, I have teased you all enough. It is only fair that I regale you on one of my most proud achievements.

I first entered the courts of Hyrule castle in strength and stoicism, hiding no sense of anger. My visage alone terrified the local lords and ladies of the court, and put all the guards on edge.

However, I knelt before the King, and pledged myself and my Gerudo to the service of the crown of Hyrule. The King, seeing me as little more than a tribal chieftain, accepted my pledge.

I then spent several months in the castle of Hyrule, speaking with the King, aiding him in simple tasks throughout Hyrule in an effort to gain his trust. My actions, as well as a constant flow of alcohol, drew the King's trust ever closer to me.

It became a regular occurrence that I would find myself in private quarters with the King, sharing philosophies and stories, exchanging the wisdoms of rulers. It was in these reclusive moments, free from advisors and even guards, where I learned much of the true nature of the King and of Hyrule as a whole.

Through word and deed, I rose from tribal chieftain to a close ally of the King. That was where I truly desired to be, for anyone who doubted me assumed due to my "barbaric" heritage that were I to attempt a takeover, it would be through brute force.

It was inconceivable that such a desert brute could possibly outwit such heights of society, after all. It was because of this that my chance finally came.

One night, when all my plans to weaken the other races had been implanted, I found myself in the King's chambers. We drank wine and played a game of strategy, as was our routine. Outside his window, a storm grew dark and cold.

The King stood, staring outside, and spoke in a moment of drunken weakness of his flaws as a leader.

Hmm, I recall a moment, then, that he apologized for the treatment of my people over the centuries, and because of our meeting he was determined to change everything for the better.

I told him he indeed would. That was when, as he saw my reflection standing behind him, that the dagger bound to my boot found its way between the lout's ribcage through the back.

I kept my gaze on his reflection, smirking, as I told him everything was indeed about to change, and that the Gerudo would become a power greater than anything ever witnessed in Hyrule.

The King gasped from the blade's puncture and was held still by my free hand as I repeatedly thrust the dagger into him over, and over, and over.

It was not a swift death. I made sure he felt every inch of my blade as it moved back and forth through his fatty flesh.

There were tears in his eyes, and a silent question formed from his lips, before I let go, allowing him to die on the floor of his own chambers, drunk and pathetic.

Once he died, I sheathed my dagger, refusing to ever clean the blood of Hyrule from its Gerudo Steel.