#And confusing the fuck out of May with his fake kindness because last time she was in control they were literally fighting to the death

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Me and my silly self indulgent fics hehehe, set before violence lmao honestly was just feeling some kinda way wanted to put May through the suffering and I had really fun dialogue / writing idea things, even though he's not mentioned by name REDACTED belonging to @oogaboogaspookyman is in this, just tagging for correct credit feel free to ignore lmao

Digimon two electric boogaloo (I promise this is the last one, also set before violence fic so it fits in the time line I'm allowed XD)

She stood swaying idly in a dark dress that didn't suit her, it was personally designed and crafted just for her but the dark colors didn't reach her eyes, she was dressed up for a higher being by a higher being, she was but a doll to accessorize. She has no orders, her eyes half closed heavy lidded, swaying slightly on the spot almost in a trance within the grand room, a throne room he'd crafted for himself, with twisting shapes and spaces that defied physics, he'd tried to make it unlike any structure that's ever existed wanting no trace of humanities influence. And yet what need does he have of a throne room?

Many feet tapped across the marble floor, a tall inhuman creature approached with intrigue, feminine almost and red, its appearance was familiar but her eyes didn't regard them. As they approached smaller insect like digimon crawled off of their body, Dokugumon vicious spider like digimon that looked like large tarantula crawling along the walls and around closing in, they had horrible mouths and claws on their toes horns forming from their masked like faces and a skull and cross on their abdomen as dark red ginger hair spiked from their heads, from them smaller digimon KoDokugumon smaller yellow and black striped spiders with orange fur hair they were almost cute but they were vast in numbers, all of them were the red spider queen's children as Archnemon approaches the largest of them all, her horns big and proud her humanoid torso on powerful spider legs causing her to tower over the human still stood in a trance, unable to move even if she wanted to run, unable to scream as danger approached.

"When I heard that creature had secured a human puppet I didn't think it would be my lost dinner," her voice was gleeful and dark as she stood in front of the human her children stood around laughing snickering ready for mother to rip open the rare human delicacy. She leant in close tilting her head as she observed the human closely, she didn't smell afraid or like her usual scent, she reeked of that powerful virus but under that her human flesh still smelt succulent. Despite Archnemons intelligence and cunning she was short sighted when it came to her hunger for rare foods or experimental subjects, her large hand grabbed effortlessly around the humans whole neck and shoulders, they made something of a gasp but felt limp almost, and Archnemon didn't stop to consider why. With her other hand she ripped through the fabric and seams of the dark dress ripping away the stomach segment before ripping further upwards to just past the humans ribs below the breasts lest she want access to the more secured rare organs. Her eyes were agleam in delight at the sight of the jagged scar she'd left from before, fascinated by the structure of the human form while a Digimon would've perished and reformed as an egg a human remains and gains discoloration it seemed. Would it taste different she wondered as her mouth drooled.

Teeth plunged into soft stomach flesh greedily ripping and tearing away hunks of meat, the scarred segment had a different texture on her tongue as she bit and devoured, the human only made something of an exhale going limp in her hold. Her children excitedly chittered as she swallowed, warm fluid known as blood running down her chin and splatting onto the floor as she breathed heavily laughing softly in thrill of the taste.

"What do you think you're doing."

The virus' tone was cold and hostile as he materialized in a humanoid form behind her taking the face and form of one of the other humans with flowing corrupting energy flowing from the shoulders and back like wings or tendrils, dark spikes poking through the hair of his form like a dark crown, Archnemon turned her head slowly to regard him, blood still clinging to her face as she grinned with teeth.

"Ah, there you are, I come with news." Her hand released, the human dropping with a thump, "it seems you underestimated the others, they've defeated two of your soldiers as of now, they are nearing my domain, I want full rights to be allowed to do with them as I please, they're more valuable to me alive." The virus was watching her with unusual intensity beginning to slowly approach.

From his shadow dark sprawls of energy shot out along the floor rapidly covering every surface plunging the whole room into blackness, Archnemon paused looking around finally sensing the danger she was in as teeth dragged the Dokugumon down into the blackness with crunches and screams for their mother as their physical forms were torn to shreds their data clinking and shimmering being drawn into the blackness while the KoDokugumon were simply snatches up in greedy maws on mass their data making a faint sparkle of a sound as they were destroyed. His human form distorted as blackness grew over him growing larger and more threatening as he loomed over the humanoid spider digimon, white pupils narrow and locked on her. Her breathing was quickening and panicked as dark tendrils crawled and wrapped around her legs to prevent her escape, gasping in pain as the tendrils grew teeth that sank in to her data beginning to slowly rip away at her physical form like maggots. Every noise was pained as she let out a weak yell attempting to pull away from her restraints only to fall forward onto her hands tendrils grabbing her to stop her pulling upright, she could feel the teeth scraping against her tearing away at her slowly.

"I don't understand?! I have been nothing but loyal to you and your cause?! Why do you forsake me?! How could you destroy my kin and devour me!?" She hollered up towards the mass of teeth and eyes looking down upon her without any regard for her.

"Of course you don't."

His jaw opened and he plunged into her abdomen with his teeth ripping through her viciously she squelched and crackled screaming as he began to tear away mercilessly and carelessly throwing the body parts aside as they shattered into data absorbed into his body as she yelled in agony before her body glitched fading in color and breaking apart into pixels that scattered before joining with him. He heaved a frustrated breath as the darkness retracted back to his body, stepping through the blackness of his form into his humanoid form as he approached the human still on the floor.

He crouched down putting his fingers to her neck as he took in the state of her wounds, she was still alive thankfully breathing faintly. He sighed as he touched the ripped fabric of the dress before dark liquid poured from his fingertips into her open sore wound, the liquid spread over her internal organs repairing damages and replacing her missing kidney before beginning to build itself around the wound edge and pulling it as closed as he could manage before the liquid simply had to replace the missing skin tissue with itself. It would do for now, and it was certainly a good fail safe if necessary in future. Slowly he slid his hands under her form and picked her up with a sigh, despite what he'd done she'd still need time to recover.

He moved without really walking, gliding almost along through his castle, his kingdom. Her body wouldn't be able to withstand travelling through the data makeup straight to her room, so he had to take the long route. The door opened as he approached, moving effortlessly inside, it was a simple but large room but quite empty, it had a bed and wardrobe but they were vastly spread apart, and a walk in suite. The wardrobe opened on its own spitting out alternative clothing, pajamas mimicking that of her ones back on earth, simple cat themed things black trousers with white paw patterns, black pajama top long sleeved with white text and a cat image, he found it almost amusing her wearing his color scheme. Carefully removing the ruined dress fabric from her body, glancing briefly at his hand where it had become bloody from a soaked piece of dress from around her stomach he wiped his hand off on what was left of the dress before throwing it aside and carefully redressing her in the pajamas not really acknowledging her form before placing her under the duvet. He scoffed a bit to himself, all this effort for one little human that he would destroy later, he wondered if this was why humans kept chickens as pets or at least alive for a few days before eating them, brief entertainment and whatever use they may have before the pleasures of enjoying the tender flesh.

He sighed, running a hand through the hair of his form before tilting his head back, emitting an inhuman sound from quite literally his throat as it split revealing blackness and unsurprisingly more teeth, something of a low screech that echoed through the building. From the floor two large digimon were summoned through the data system, Megadramon and MetalTyrannomon, large hunkering dinosaur beast like digimon that were almost too large for the room had the data not manipulated and shifted to make room.

"Destroy anyone who enters this room that isn't me. And do not allow any harm to come to the human. Or I'll harvest you both."

Voice cold, calculated and sharp, he was already leaving the room without regarding the panicked nods from the ultimate level digimon. They regarded each other uncomfortably, MetalTyrannomon shifting to rest and guard slightly further away from the bed as Megadramons body twisted and curled to crane it's head down and regard the sleeping creature breathing a puff of warm air that nearly blew the duvet off from the bed which it just barely caught and put back the Megadramon quickly decided to move and instead lay down besides the bed on the floor as well.

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It was many hours before he returned to check on the state of the human, ensure it hadn't perished from something stupid or unseen. He'd been able to make a replacement for the wretched spider queen using Kelpymons great power and his corrupting data to mold and create a powerful dark digimon hopefully one that would kill the other humans or at least maim them enough to stop their progress. In honesty he didn't care about killing them himself anymore he was tired of playing with them after all they'd served their purpose. Of course he did still want them to suffer, make them watch their world be destroyed before succumbing to destruction themselves. He growled to himself quietly at a flash of red in his peripheral vision, he turned to look but found nothing, that vile creature, he's sure it existed in that color to mock him, such a disgusting beast didn't deserve to be in red, that was a sacred color after all.

His data form passed through the structure of the nearby wall stepping into the room and immediately feeling his brows fall into a scowl at the snoring of the useless ultimate digimon. His focus was then brought to the disheveled duvet half laying across the floor and no human upon the bed, had he not heard the running water pattering he may have disintegrated the worthless beasts on the spot.

Dark spikes pierced through the sleeping creatures bodies before they could even gasp in shock, their bodies shivered glitching and data shattering quietly in seconds as he glided towards the ensuite without acknowledging what happened. His nose wrinkled at the sudden slap of the steam against his face as he stepped into the room leaving the door open. In the corner of the shower box he spotted the human huddled up on herself hugging her knees to her chest trying to hide away like a child and crying. He blinked slowly as he thought, moving to turn off the running water of the shower and hearing her quietly gasp and hiccup to herself in fear that did send a delightful tingle up his spine as he sensed her terror and dread. Seems the human was back in control and she was oh so terrified and scared.

He moved the shower door out the way and crouched down moving a hand to grab hold of her cheek as she attempted to bury her face deeper into her knees, lifting her head up before holding her chin, he could so easily damage her, lurch her body bruise her flesh even tear it from her muscles as he looked at her, her eyes were red and puffy as water and tears ran down her cheeks, he could see the dread in her eyes himself reflected in them the fear in her face and the quivering of her lips. He moved his hand, tilting her head to observe her. Humans had such fascinating faces with an array of possibility in expression it was just a case that most of them, no, all of them really were so ugly in their existence. He'd only ever known one person to have a face that was beautiful…

She whimpered quietly under the intensity of his gaze and he had to fight to not grin. She was starting to shiver now as the cold crept in. He could see just slightly on her side the black scar that was now left behind from the earlier attack and he saw her hand move to try to hide it as his eyes roamed back to her face.

"You're not immune to catching earth illnesses here even if you are digital,"

He spoke casually as his hand pulled from her face.

"You'll catch a cold if you stay there."

He stood as he pulled a towel off of a hanging rack holding it towards her as his head turned away. He needed to keep her mind fragile, keep her confused; it'd be easier to put her back under if she wasn't fighting him so he wouldn't give her a reason to.

"What happened…?" her voice was very small and quivered as he felt her take the towel from his hand, inside his body his many mouths twisted into sadistic grins but his human guise remained neutral. How broken she must be.

"Oh, can you not recall?"

He had to be tactful, if she caught him out in a lie she might start fighting and release Kelpymon from it's corrupt state which would really mess up his plans. She shook her head even if he couldn't see as she wrapped the towel around her form moving to hold the black scar on her side, her head was so heavy and full of fog, she remembers it hurt it hurt, but right now it didn't, she'd expected his horrid corrupting virus matter to be destroying her from the inside.

"Did…did you do this?"

"I did the best I could to fix your wounds if that's what you mean, but I was not the one to inflict them. I hadn't anticipated the others finally following you here, or them making it here so quickly."

He could sense her energy levels increase a low excited surprise.

"I must say I did expect them to try to help you with some,"

He waved a hand casually,

"familial love is magic nonsense."

He felt her emotions drop,

"to mutilate your own sibling though…"

His tone drifted in a thoughtful manner as he sensed her body grow tense with bubbling anxiety,

"I'd expected them to try to free you, I had a plan for that situation. I figured well they'll try to bring her to the light or something or other, and if they succeed that just gives me more fun. And then your blood was shed."

He slowly turned his head to regard her, he could see her eyes still red from crying had lost any previous glimmer or spark, he put on an expression of sympathy.

"They didn't stop to think, or try to understand… for all my planning, I was left baffled…"

He could see her chest rising and falling rapidly, the way her breathing was struggled as she tried to keep it level and failed. He moved casually, taking a hand towel and bringing it to her face slowly, she flinched just slightly as he started dabbing away the tears that had started to fall again from her sad little eyes. He heard her choke a soft gasp hiccuping as her tears fell, he cooed a gentle "shh" continuing to wipe away her tears.

"Now now sweet thing, there's no need for that, no need to waste anymore tears over them, you're safe again now."

She sniffled as she looked at him with her big confused eyes, he could already tell she was getting more confused, the lines between himself and the other who's face he stole becoming blurred, the memories of good and bad muddied and washing away making her head nice and hollow for him. He was still pleasantly surprised at just how impressionable and moldable her empathetic and traumatized little brain was, he knew just the right buttons to press.

"it is a shame you had to go through this traumatic event, many humans have done the same to me, tried to pull apart my data and find out how to destroy me, I thought they might be more sympathetic to one of their own.. I should have known better.."

His voice twinged in a way of sadness and she touched his arm softly, her empathy just too deliciously stupid. He brought his hand to touch her hand giving it a pat in gratitude.

"Sweet little May,"

He could practically see her eyes briefly sparkle at the affection of his words.

"I will leave you to recover from the ordeal you went through, but I will not be far."

He took her hand to squeeze it before moving to let go, finding her trying desperately to keep hold of his hand for comfort following him as he pulled away. He had to stop his smile from becoming cruel.

"I won't let anymore harm come to you I promise, but you should stay here, you do need to rest. Let me take care of you."

He pulled his hand away and she stayed he could see her eyes showed the slight sense of lingering confusion and wonderment before her pupils dimmed slowly into comfortable empty numbness, her eyes lidded slowly as she finally slipped back into the dark comforting drowning puddle of her brain that swaddled soothed and killed her leaving behind her body for puppeteering. He sighed, wiping his hand off his sleeve casually as he left the vessel to take care of itself and tuck itself back to bed.

In some sick way it was a bit fun getting the chance to play with her again, she was such a soft broken little mouse now and it made for an interesting new dynamic. Maybe he could keep pressing keep nudging poking until it splintered her mind entirely? Make her fully dependent and loyal to him without his influence controlling her, like a lost little duck, now that would be quite the shock for the others. He's sure it wouldn't be that difficult, he did have the face of her old fancy and it was clearly causing confusion in her mind with their roles seemingly swapped. Her siblings the antagonists her old enemy, the one keeping her safe and her ex. He couldn't help chuckling, her ex didn't even know she was here and didn't know the hurt she felt over 'him'.

He couldn't wait to pull the blindfold from her eyes upon the completion of his plan. Reveal his lies to her that she was being used, that she was but a stupid pawn and easy target, feel her anguish, confusion, fear and complete and utter isolation at the sight of her burning planet. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he salivated at the thought of her terrified screams, her weak punches and kicks as he ripped into her flesh to take out the last human in a glorious feast. He had to wait of course but he could plan it at least, proud in himself for not just devouring her earlier but the spider had been satisfying enough. Though, maybe he should eat the other digidestined to… make her watch perhaps? Hm..so many options and he had plenty of time to decide.

#My writing #My oc #Oc May #@oogaboogaspookyman REDACTED #@oogaboogaspookyman oc #Tw blood #Tw mutilation #Tw spider imagery #Tw eaten while alive #Tw violence #REDACTED just mcmurdering constantly #And also lying through his fucking fake teeth not even his face and he's lying through those teeth #And confusing the fuck out of May with his fake kindness because last time she was in control they were literally fighting to the death #And he drowned her in his corruption to control her so she's like *confused noises* #Also again him mimicking Monochromes appearances with some artistic differences is also confusing and crossing wires for her #She's just deeply traumatised and brain fucked rn from mind control so she's incredibly vulnerable and he knows it #To some degree this May has probably always wanted someone to take care of her as she's always been there to care for her siblings #She's always been the oldest sister despite them being triplets lmao adultified to shit always to oldest the carer never the cared for #Hence her immediately just going back under his control at him suggesting he'll care for her because he knows the buttons to make her give #He's just an evil bastard manipulating and lying #Literally only has her around because Kelpymon is basically like in my hc super op dark digimon love him mwa uber powerful #And like that's very good to have such a powerful beast on your side and uses the overflowing energy to make minions to do his bidding #And obviously once he destroys the humans world and all humans and then her siblings he's gonna then destroy her #She's his endling I mentioned in dms that she represents his victory via disbanding the digidestined and the power he gets from Kelpymon ec #So like he loves her in the twisted sense she represents him winning hence immediately destroying Archnemon for nearly ruining that #But he only loves what she represents to him now he'd rip her apart in a heartbeat the moment she's not useful #Or attempt to shove scraps of old broken data from someone else into her body in a twisted resurrection #Whichever comes first #Also fun for me wants to eat her but also doesn't taste her blood despite the opportunity idk something something character complexity #Also lmao dissing the whole human race 'yall ugly as shit' REDACTED 2023

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How could you be so blind? - Part III

Modern!Aemond Targaryen x Blind!Reader

Summary: Aemond sees you as the most beautiful woman in the world but you can't see that. (sorry I suck at summaries.)

Warning: a lil angst, the reader is a female, eventual smut

Words: 1,721

A/n: English is not my first language.

Part 2 / Part 4

Aemond kicks the door open as he enters his penthouse, with Alys hot on his heels. A smug smile on her face. 

“What in the actual fuck was that, Alys?” He growls, his lilac eye burning with hatred.  

Alys throws her purse to the massive sofa and walks towards him, her hips swaying sensually. “what do you mean sweetheart?” She looks up to meet his gaze, a fake innocent smile on her lips. 

“You know very well what I mean.” He spits out. “Who invited you to the party? Cause I'm sure as hell it wasn’t me.” 

Aemond was LIVID. After your last encounter at your place, he texted Alys, breaking their... deal. He wanted to say more than that, to accuse her of declaring that the book you gave him was from her. But he didn’t have the energy so he wrote a simple text. 

Don’t appear in front of me ever again. 

Aemond consumed a lot of his time thinking about his feelings towards you. Wishing to stop being a coward and confess his feelings for you but it wasn’t that easy. The fear of being rejected and ruining your friendship made him almost explode from anxiety. Spending most of his nights awake, his mind plagued by the thoughts of you.  

When you refused his invitation, he accepted his fate by going alone to the party. Not wanting anyone else but you. But unfortunately, Alys had other things in mind. Appearing by his side when he walks into the red carpet, interweaving her slim arm around his.  

That made the paparazzi go wild. The flash of the cameras shooting so fast almost made his only good eye go blind. Journalists shouted question after question, asking if they were together and if yes, how long.  

Before Alys could reply something stupid, Aemond pull her away into the party. Leaving behind the crazy mess of confused journalists. 

That night passed so fucking slow. Aemond couldn’t stand Alys anymore, hating how she made them look like they were married or something whenever someone approach them. 

Helaena gave him a confusing look, surprised to see Alys with him and not you.  

“I may or may not ask for a lil favor from your kind older brother.” She said with a wicked smile. 

Aemond knew something was wrong with Aegon cause since he arrived at the party, Aegon have been hiding away from him as if Aemond was the plague in person. That bastard put her name on the guest list. 

“Alys... This is getting out of hand.” He sighs, resting his head on his hand. Feeling a headache start to form. “You knew that I didn’t want you at the party. You know that things between us are over!”  

Alys frowns, her eyes shining with rage. “Is this because of that handicapped girl?” she snaps. “Y/n, is it? Such a boring name but at least it suits her.”  

Aemond could feel his blood boiling at her words, grabbing roughly her arm. Forcing her to meet his hateful gaze. “Say that again or Gods help me, direct a simple word towards Y/n and I will end your modeling career in one day. Do you hear me?” He growls lowly, noticing a hit of fear in her eyes but it was gone quickly. 

She pulls away and grabs her purse. “You will regret this, Aemond.” She snarls, walking towards the door. “Mark my words.” And with that, she was gone. 

Aemond groans and falls down to his sofa, sighing as his tense body melts into the soft cushions. He grabs his phone and quickly texts Aegon. 

Aemond sighs tiredly, losing all hope for his brother. 

Finally, it’s over. Now he can focus on you.  

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You hum happily as you pack up your books, being done with the classes. Helaena stood by your side, eyeing you skeptically.  

“Someone is in a good mood.” She says while walking out of the class with you. “Did something good happen during the weekend?”  

A shy smile appears on your lips as you recall that today was Monday. The day of your first training with your new guide dog. You are so excited to start training that you almost couldn’t sleep the other night. But there was another thing you were also excited about. To spend more time with Cregan.  

Cregan Stark was the definition of a true gentleman.  

During your appointment with him, he was kind and patient. Asking some questions of how was your way of living, your schedules, whether your university accepts guide dogs in their establishment, etc.  

His question was to help him find the perfect dog for you, with the right personality and temperament. 

He also explained how this was a family business, taking great pride to train and give lovely homes to those great beasts so they could help people in need. The way he excitedly explains everything about his work to you, shows you how he loves his job. 

After all the talk, he took you to see his dogs. The sound of all of them whining and barking happily as they see their owner, wanting pets and treats from him, made you smile brightly. 

Cregan told you to take a seat while he went to get the dog that he had in mind. After a few seconds, the sound of heavy paws stomping the ground made your head perk up.  

“Easy boy! We don’t want to scare your new owner, don’t we?” Cregan says with a laugh as the massive dog tries to jump onto your lap. “This is Knight. He’s one year old, perfect to begin his training. He’s already trained with the basics but his guide dog training will begin with you.” 

“Knight... What a cute name.” You pet his massive head, feeling his soft fur through your slim fingers.” Will you be my Knight in shining armor?” a giggle exploded from as Knight bumps his head against your chest. “Can you describe him for me?”  

“Oh.. Of course!” You hear him taking a seat beside you and you felt his fingers brush through yours as he pets Knight’s head. “He is 34 inches in height, he weights now 60 pounds but when he’s fully grown, he will be 120 pounds. Part of his weight is fur, so don’t worry.” 

Your eyes widened, feeling a little nervous thinking of how he will fit in your small apartment. Well, you two will fit perfectly but you couldn’t have more people over, or else no one will move around the apartment freely. 

“His coat is pitch black with a small spot of white on his chest.” A giggle fell from your lips as Knight start licking your hands. “He has heterochromia, his right eye is light blue and his left eye is dark brown.”  

Your smile fell a little as the image of Aemond came to your mind. Of course, Aemond doesn’t have heterochromia but Knight’s eyes made you remind of him.  

After meeting Knight and getting used to him, Cregan said that you will begin the training that week. 2 hours for three days a week, after your classes, and you will meet him at the park with Knight.  

“Get everything ready for Knight this Monday cause after the first class, you will take him with you to your home.” He says as he escorts you to the door. “You will bring him with you everywhere you go, so he can get to know the space you frequent.”  

You nod and said your goodbyes. 

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“Well let’s say I have a date with a big haired boy,” you say with a giggle, referring to Knight but Helaena didn’t know that which made her look at you with a confused look on her face.  

“What?” she asks, watching you walk into the bus. 

You wink in her direction, well at least you think you did. “You will see tomorrow.” And with that, you are gone. 

Helaena quickly grabs her phone and texts Aemond. 

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“Good! Now you can give him a treat.” Cregan says, watching you order Knight to sit so you can give him the treat. “You both seem to work very well together.”  

You gave him a cheerful smile. “Knight is a great work partner! I couldn’t have wished for a better dog than him.”  

Cregan hums and start packing up his stuff, ending his class early cause of the dark clouds forming above them in the sky. “I think it might rain. Let's end here” He says as he starts feeling small drops falling on him.  

You nod and start guiding Knight toward the path to your house. “Alright! Thank you for the class, Cregan! See you tomorrow.” You waved at him and start walking.  

“Huh... Wait! I'll accompany you to your apartment.” He jogs to you just as you walk out of the park. “Since it’s Knight's first trip to your house, I wanna see if he pays attention to the path.”  

“Oh?... Sure!” You say as you both start walking to your house, praising Knight during the trip as he pays attention to every corner and smell. 

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Aemond was sitting in his car in front of your building when he sees you with a big, handsome guy beside you, laughing at some joke he told. Aemond’s blood boils with jealousy. Who does this guy think he is?  

His eye widen when he sees a massive black dog walking beside you with a harness saying “Guide Dog! Please Do not touch him!”  

“So this guy is the guide dog trainer Y/n talked about...” He hums, his large hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as anger and jealousy ran through his blood.  

He watches both of you walking in your building, noticing the guy’s hand dangerously resting on your lower back.  

Turning his car on, he drives back to his place. He needs advice on this matter. He never had a serious relationship before or fight for someone since women mostly throw themself at him.  

The first person that comes to his mind is his sweet sister, Helaena. She must know how he can conquer you back. She knows what to do.  

Relax, Aemond. It will be fine... I hope... 

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The Dreams of Hyacinth 12

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The buzzing of the call woke up Nick. He came to consciousness slowly, confused, tangled up in Eastern and Selkirk. It took a minute to realize what it was. His implants were buzzing with a ping from an outside source.

Nick sat up and remembering the things that Queenie taught him, checked the source and opened the connection. It was static, but he expected that; it was an encrypted link. It must be Sunny calling. He applied her keys and the message resolved.

"Hey meatbag. Got some news for you. I've got some information on your missing AI."

"Sunny?"

"Who else, fuckface? Ancestors, I can't stand BIs. How do you even sleep? The whole process squicks me out and makes me uncomfortable. You just go unconscious for hours at a time and are fine with it." Nick could see Sunny's avatar on the call shudder. "Anyway, I don't have much. That person did not want to be found, if they even exist at all." Sunny stops and her avatar looks thoughtful. "Nick are you sure this person exists?"

Nick wasn't actually sure. He said as much to Sunny. "We were ordered to find her from Jameson. He said she was his daughter, so we assumed she was real. Why would he lie?"

Sunny peered at Nick and raised an eyebrow. "Ancestors be damned you're thick, Nick. He's got all kinds of reasons to lie." Sunny looked down at something. It was only an avatar for their voice only call, but it did a decent job emulating her expressions. "Nick. I'll give you the info I found, and I did run right up against the contracted fifty hours, but." Sunny sighed. "I can't believe I'm being nice to a BI, what's come over me." She started again. "Nick, you might want to leave this one. Delta off Hyacinth, go start somewhere else. Jameson is a big hat here on Hyacinth, but only on Hyacinth. Even if you went in-system to Luna or hell, even Venus you'd probably be free of him."

"Wait, what? Why?"

Sunny gave Nick a look. "Because this whole thing stinks and I think that if you look deep within yourself, you'll smell it too." Sunny starts ticking points off on her fingers. "All you were given was a name and a statement that she's Jameson's daughter. Then you were stuffed full of cybernetics - you've even got a full starship piloting suite, something that as far as I know only went to Colony Captains. Then you were turned loose on Hyacinth and were picked up by Houndstooth almost immediately and told the same basic thing. 'Go get Yon.' Still no description." Sunny shook her head. "Nicholas North you are being played."

"To what end?"

"Fuck if I know, Nick. You didn't pay me to find that out." She raises a finger. "And before you ask, you don't have enough. I'm out. She gestured at him and a file appeared in his vision. "Here's what I found. Use it or not, I don't care. I'm just telling you to leave this one be because I'm so fucking caring about the lives of BIs." In a flash, she switched to the old, bubbly Sunny. "Don't call me again Nick! I'm deleting these encryption keys. If I see you in The Basement, I never met you, and I expect you to act the same way." Her fake Smile was sickly and disconcerting. "Bye Nick! Fuck off!" Sunny closed the connection.

Nick layed in bed, trapped by Eastern and Selkrik for a while longer. He used the opportunity to think about their predicament. Nick opens the file and uses Sunny's keys to decrypt it. As the decryption finishes, the keys evaporate, their job complete.

It's... not much to go on.

The report is peppered with little comments by Sunny, pointing out details and parts that - to her - don't add up. There might be an AI who goes by Yon when they're in a body and they probably claimed Hyacinth as a residence within the last fifty years. Nick stops a moment when he reads this. He knows that AIs can be old, and so long as they keep up on maintenance don't really die unless they're killed, but the fact that Yon may have lived on Hyacinth within the last fifty years is not a lot go go on. Reading further he sees that Sunny agrees with him that the timeline is way too wide to be effective. Sunny also points out that the moment she tried to dig deeper than superficial details she would get attacked by anti-hacking algorithms. Her annotation mentioned that they were "Real dark stuff too, not the normal watchdogs."

At the bottom of the report was an image. Sunny actually went through the effort of mimicking a handwritten note.

"Nick. My goodness you're fucked. If I were to guess, I'd say Yon did exist, but has nothing to do with anything in the last half century. You are being sent on a wild chase. I don't know why, and I don't care why. If you don't value your continued existence, bring it up with your employer. If you do value your continued existence, sell all your shit and book passage away. Doesn't matter where, just delta."

The note was then signed "Sunny" with crudely drawn hearts and daggers stabbing a stick figure of a person - probably a BI.

Nick leaned back in bed and sighed. He slowly and carefully extricated himself from the tangle of people in the bed and padded towards the kitchen. He got some coffee and tea going and once it was ready padded to the living room. Sitting on the couch, he carefully took a sip of the hot coffee and put his head back, leaning against the top of the couch and stared at the ceiling a long time.

After a while, Eastern and Selkirk came out, looking concerned. Selkirk came over and sat next to Nick while Eastern went and got coffee and tea for them. "Nick, what's wrong?"

"I got a message from Sunny."

"Not good news, I take it."

As they were talking, Eastern came in and handed a mug of tea to Selkirk.

Nick looked at both of them. Together, he thought. Together they'd get through this. "Sunny says that basically there might have been an AI that went by Yon who might have claimed residence on Hyacinth, but she wasn't able to pin down her living here anytime in the last fifty years. Basically, if she was real, she hasn't been around here in half a century." Nick sighed. "Sunny also said to never call her again."

Eastern and Selkirk were stunned into silence. All three of them stared up at the ceiling. "So, what does this mean?" Eastern was so quiet she was almost whispering.

"Means we've just gotten confirmation we're being played." Selkirk glowered into her mug of tea, her ears and tail fluffed out angrily."

"Yes, but by who? Jameson? Doesn't make sense. He seemed adamant that he had a daughter. He even gave Nick and me fucking cybernetics. Houndstooth? Siobhan wouldn't go through all that effort for nothing." Eastern rubbed her temples. "Argh, it doesn't make sense. Nothing makes sense."

Nick sat up suddenly. "What if that's it?"

Eastern stopped rubbing her temples and looked at Nick through the corner of her eye. "What's it?"

"What if that's it. What if Jameson and Houndstooth think Yon exists, but she doesn't. Or did, but not anymore. What if it's not us specifically being played but Hyacinth."

Eastern and Selkirk sit up and stare at Nick. "Why though?" Selkirk flicks her ears.

"If I knew that, we wouldn't be as fucked as we are." Nick stood. "Come on though, let's go pay a visit to Jameson. I've got an idea."

"A good one?" Eastern stands up with Nick.

"Oh Fuck no. This is incredibly stupid." Nick laughs. "But I don't have anything else."

The three of them left Eastern's apartment and walked out to the square. Nick looked at Eastern. "I don't have a Hopper account, and I don't know Jameson's address. Can you call us one?"

Eastern fumbles for her pad. "Sure Nick. We're getting pretty low on funds though, so unless we get a payout from Jameson we're taking the metro down to the bottom and then back up here when we're done."

"I thought we had an expense account." Selkirk puts her hands on her hips.

"We did. We burned through it."

"Hmmph. Some expense account."

The Hopper descended while they groused about money. Everyone climbed aboard and dashed across arms to the industrial arm where Jameson lives.

As they approached his building, there were a few of Jameson's goons sitting outside in folding chairs playing cards and watching videos on their pad. They looked up as the three of them walked up. The one by the door nodded and opened the door. "Jameson is in the back Eastern, check in with Kelly at the front desk first though, okay?"

Eastern, Nick and Selkirk were fully taken aback. This was not how they expected to be treated. "R-right you are. Thanks" Eastern answered and the three of them headed in.

In the comfortable waiting room, Kelly was where they saw her before, once again watching videos on her pad. She looked up as they entered. "Hey Eastern, Nick, Selkirk. I'll let Jameson know you're here."

The three of them sat on the chairs in stunned silence.

After three or four minutes the door opened and Jameson himself wheeled out to the waiting room. "Eastern! and Nick and Selkirk! How are you? Healing up all right? It's good to see you? You need a drink? Come on, come with me to my office and we can chat."

Eastern, Nick and Selkirk stiffly stood up and followed him into his office. This time there were no guards behind them to slam the door, no chairs with straps, no beds. Just Jameson's desk and a few chairs. They sat down stiffly and watched Jameson wheel himself behind his desk and connect.

"Ah. That's better. Now, what can Jameson do for you three?"

Nick couldn't stand it any longer. "Jameson, we think Yon doesn't exist, or if she did it was a half century ago. Are you sure she's your daughter?"

Jameson looked at them with an odd expression. "Who's Yon?"

Eastern's voice was a whisper. "What?"

Jameson shrugged. "Who's Yon? Never heard the name before. Are they an AI? Should I know them?"

Nick's mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to make words come forth. He stopped and took a long breath and held it a few seconds, letting is out slowly through his nose. "Jameson, a few days ago, you told us to find your daughter, an AI named Yon. You installed the cybernetic suite into me and Eastern to help find her. You asked us to find out where she was and bring her back."

Jameson frowned. He glanced down on a display built into his desk and his brow furrowed further. He pressed a button on his desk, and there was a bassy alarm. Nick could hear the thundering of feet and what sounded like shutters coming down. After no time at all, there was a crackle of a speaker on Jameson's desk. "We're locked down boss. What's up?"

Jameson pressed a button on the speaker. "Get the logs. Last two weeks. Institute a change freeze. Full work stoppage until we get the logs and they're gone through with a fine toothed comb." Jameson looked up at Eastern, Nick and Selkirk. "For what's it's worth, I believe you. This room has quite an advanced suite of electronics and sensors setup to detect if BIs are lying. You three are not lying in the least, but what you're saying does not match up with my memories. I remember giving you and Nick the cybernetics because you two had volunteered to be pilots on a starship."

"Starship? Jameson, I've been on one starship in my life. I took a Starjumper from Parvati to here, and that was it."

Eastern nods. "I've been on more than Nick, but I've never been on a Starjumper, never left Sol."

Selkirk's tail swishes. "I haven't been on a starship since I came here a quarter century ago"

Nick looks at Jameson "Which is all to say, I don't think any of us would volunteer to pilot a starship."

Jameson nods. "Exactly. Either you're lying - which if you are, fuck you're good enough that you can have my job - or my memories were edited. It's not impossible, but it's difficult and even more difficult to do without prior knowledge. But why?"

Nick's shoulders slumped. "That's what we were hoping to find out. We have no idea."

Selkirk's ears perk up. "Wait. Houndstooth took us almost right after we left your place. Someone Eastern knows... Siobhan maybe? She said that they had hired an AI to work for them and they were supposed to be in the coffin box that we stole. For a while we thought they meant Yon, but clearly if she doesn't exist, then either they're talking about a different AI or... they..." She trails off, worried.

Jameson looks up at the ceiling, thinking. "Siobhan, Siobhan... works for Houndstooth? Eastern, she's got red hair, freckles and those weird green eyes?"

Eastern nods. "That's her."

Jameson looks worried. "Eastern, she died six months ago."

Everyone swings their head around to look at Jameson.

"She.. died?" Nick felt the ground slipping beneath his feet. He started feeling dizzy.

"Yes. Died in a Hopper crash actually."

Eastern looks worried. "But wasn't she picked up after a job went bad?"

"The job you were with her on, and you ran away?" Jameson smiled. "Don't feel bad about that, by the way. You were right to run. But yes, she got 3 months probation because they couldn't pin anything really bad on her. Aggressive loitering or something stupid like that. After I kept mild tabs on her in case she wanted to come back for more work. I got a report that she was on a Hopper that crashed. She was the only passenger, dead."

Nick shuffles in his chair awkwardly. "So who spoke to us after we got picked up?"

"Now that Nick my boy, is a good question."

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Sleep well 😴

Hmmm as a prompt (of my own creation haha)

Peter x Lucian

Peter doing his show, with some rare audience participation and dragging lucian on stage for a bit of flirting or even smooching.

This may be a little shit, but feel free to do whatever you want to do with this… I won’t be disappointed whatever you do.

I don't think it's shit, I think it's interesting!

On with the fic!

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Sometimes Peter's PR team liked to host these shows where audience participation was needed for the show. These could either go pretty well with whoever got chosen actually did what they were told to do, or they could go badly and things went to shit. Or, in one case, Peter having to take a trip to the hospital because a guest struck him with a prop and knocked him off stage.

He never did find out what happened with that guest, but his people were able to take care of things. He didn't bother to ask what that meant.

Tonight was a night for participation, it often drew in more customers. The chosen seat was randomized, and if no one sat in it, there were backups.

This was also one of those rare nights where Lucian came to see the show, curious to see how different the show was when an audience member was brought on stage. Peter nearly prayed that he wouldn't embarrass himself in front of Lucian tonight.

He was backstage, getting ready for when his grand appearance would happen, when he heard the sounds of the vampires out on stage. Some of them were talking among themselves, about looking for the perfect victim tonight. The usual actress who played the victim always loved these nights because she got to be a vampire for once, so he heard her happily exclaim it was time to hunt.

There was sounds of the vampires rushing the audience, the people happily getting involved with fake surprise and horror, until the lead actress, the head vampire, announced she found the perfect victim.

Peter made his way to the lower stage, getting on his platform to make his grand appearance by being lifted upwards to the stage through a trap door. He wondered who got chosen tonight, the last seat had, ironically, been for a birthday-celebrating kid, so that was pretty cool.

However, when Peter finally got up onto the stage, about to make his big, grand speech, the words died in this throat when he noticed who was 'strapped' to the bed.

Of fucking course it was his luck that Lucian would sit in the random seat.

Lucian looked perfectly fine playing the victim, in fact, he looked quite amused. Peter cleared his throat and decided it might be time for a little improvisation.

"Wrenches of the night!" He called out, hoping his voice didn't crack. "How dare you decide to try to make a feast of my fellow hunter, Blaiddda!"

He totally ignored the look Lucian shot his way at the joke name. "Unforgivable! For he is one of the best hunters in the land, blessed by the moon herself to take down your kind!"

The actresses looked a little confused, but then excited, they were good at their jobs, they loved mixing it up. "He was an easy catch, hunter Vincent! Distracted at just the right moment for us to strike!"

"It shall not happen again!"

"No, because he will bleed tonight, as will you!" Called the head vampire.

And their 'battle' started. All flashing lights and fog, fire and fake blood splatter. Lucian watched them from where he was still tied down to the set, seeming to be enjoying this way more than Peter liked. Clearly he was getting a kick out of the show more than he normally did.

Soon, Peter slayed the last of the vampires, who winked at him when she dropped onto the foggy stage. Cheek.

He hurried up to the bed where Lucian was, speaking into the mic on his jacket. "Blaiddda, have they harmed you?" He asked, trying not to smile, he had to pretend to be worried.

"No, I'm fine, you know I heal quite well from injury, my dear hunter." Lucian replied and Peter wanted to hide his face, fuck, that sounded weirdly romantic.

"Let me take you away from here, check for wounds, you never know what those crafty beasts can do when not looking."

"Ah? Are you that worried, or is this more of an excuse to get me out of my clothes?" Lucian smirked, the audience laughed, and Peter stuttered out nonsense.

"Y-you must have hit your head, let me, uh, take care of it."

"Whatever my hero desires."

"Jesus fuck, Lucian." He whispered and Lucian looked way too amused about this.

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This is what you get for the wolf joke, Peter.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles #good omens extended universe

[ginger-canary]

Wrong Place, Right Time

Chapters: 1/1

2649 words

Fandom: Dimension 20 (Web Series), The Unsleeping City, The Adventure Zone (Podcast), Ethersea - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Sofia Lee/Amber Gris

Characters: Sofia Lee, Amber Gris

Additional Tags: milf4milf monk4monk, Oneshot, Rarepair, happy valentines day here's a strange combo

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Summary:

Every monk knows the general instructions when you end up in a place you don't know. Find a monastery and explain yourself. So that's what Amber did- but she got kind of distracted.

Listen this idea started more than a year ago just consider the combo it's fun and interesting. This goes out to @lovevalley45 and our thoughts last year

Fic under the cut

In New York, no one could really stand out. Sure you may look strange but have you seen fish lifter Steve, the one who carries around a giant fake fish with a speaker inside? He rides the subway between the Bronx and Manhattan at all hours, playing a variety of ocean related songs that seem never-ending.

Sofia considered this feature a blessing at most times. However, trying to leave a lasting (positive) impression on someone in this city? Yeah, that only gets harder when fish lifter Steve is around. 

Everything was normal (in her definition of normal) when someone showed up at the monastery claiming to be far from home and in need of help. The monastery had always been a safe place for the lost- after all that’s how she got there.

However, Sof hadn’t expected to lay eyes on a woman like Amber Gris. All 5’2 of her was- well, for the first part she was soaking wet dripping rainwater all over the rug. The woman moved her weight from one squeaky sneaker to another, adjusting her sunglasses as if Sofia was the one looking crazy. 

Sofia scratched the back of her neck and sighed. First things first. “Hi, I’m Sofia. Do you speak English?” She held out her hand.

“Yeah. I’m Amber,” she spoke with a gruff voice, taking Sof’s hand and shaking it. If she noticed the matching calluses, she didn’t let it show. “Ye wanna remind me where I am again, guppy?” 

Registering Amber’s monk calluses in the back of her mind, Sofia moved to the back of the room for a towel. “Guppy? You’re in New York.” Over her shoulder she tossed a towel, followed by a dry shirt that came from the lost and found. It’d be a bit big but it’s better than nothing. Turning back, she watched Amber stare at the towel for a few seconds in confusion.

“New York, huh… Interesting.” With some form of reprehension, Amber started drying herself off. “This may be a strange question, but does New York have sharks?”

Sof raised an eyebrow but quickly coughed and turned around when Amber peeled off her shirt without a warning. Adding the scars covering Amber’s arms and upper body to her list of strange things, Sof wondered if this was what she looked like to other people. Strong yet damaged. Oh, and slightly insane. “Sharks.” 

“You repeat what I say a lot.”

“Well you say a lot of weird shit, Amber.” Sof turned back around, ignoring the fact that Amber hadn’t put on a shirt yet. God, she was going to have that rug dry-cleaned. 

Amber cocked her head and crossed her arms, using the way Sof looked at her. “You trying to tell me this place is normal? I don’t want to say too much but I definitely saw someone vanish and reappear in a different location.” 

“You know what twins are, right?”

“Twins don’t disappear.”

Ah, it was worth a shot. “Fine. It ain’t normal here. But we don’t have sharks. Nothing worth shit can survive in these rivers, they’re polluted as fuck.” Sof took another look at Amber. “And take off your shoes, they’re absolute swamps. It’s not even raining, where’d you come from?” 

Amber kicked off her shoes. “One of your rivers, I think.” 

“You’re absolutely fucking with me now.”

Taking off her sunglasses, Amber briefly exposed her fishlike eyes. “Is that an offer, guppy?”

Sof choked and not just because of the line. “Jesus fucking christ fine. You come from one of the rivers- which are all disgusting so you need a shower with a high pressure hose. Just come with me, we can continue this chat when you’re not infected by diseases we don’t even know about.” She grabbed Amber’s arm and led her through the monastery, ignoring the gazes of her coworkers. 

“So nothing lives in the river, huh?” Amber laughed.

“Nothing you find out about on purpose.” Sof tightened her grip on Amber’s arm and quietly added, “and still no sharks.”

One long, slightly awkward shower and about 20 body washes later, Amber stood in Sof’s private office in a bathrobe and sunglasses. Sofia had closed the blinds and was rifling through her collection of clothes as she fired off questions. “So, what, you’re like a fucking amphibian? You breathe underwater?” She handed Amber some underwear and a sports bra.

“Maybe and no. I don’t have gills but I do live underwater. It’s like an underwater city. I think… I think I’m from a different plane of existence for you. Or like a different world.” 

“From a different world, huh. My mamma was right, English really is the most international language.” Sof turned around so Amber could put the underwear on and inspected her collection of spares. Her 5’7 wasn’t exactly tall but Amber would swim in her regular shirts. “So why were you asking about sharks? Got a big shark problem, where you’re from?” 

“I’m not afraid of much. But, yeah we got a shark problem.”

Sof turned at the tone change. Amber sounded a lot less cocky now. 

“We got blink sharks. Blink sharks are 12 feet, and dark grey but they can-”

“Blink to different planes.” Sof ignored the shiver that ran down her spine. “Yea I know the Blink spell.” Then she realised she was staring at Amber’s biceps again and turned back to her clothes. “We’re just going to have to try some things and see what fits,” she muttered, grabbing a leopard print crop top and some calf length sports leggings. “Try this on.”

“So blinksharks don’t like me because I’ve killed a lot of ‘em. They’ve been targeting me, and I think that’s how I ended up here- though I’m not a big thinker.” She looked down at her outfit, realising it fit. “Huh. Impressive guess, guppy. Hey, can you cast Blink?”

Sof raised her eyebrows. “How do you kill a blinkshark?”

“You punch them in the fucking mouth.” Amber couldn’t resist flexing her arms.

“Of course,” she snorted, moving to lean against her desk. “Well, I can’t cast Blink. I’m assumin’ you want me to do that so you can get home, but I have a better idea for you. I do have to ask, though. Do you already want to leave if you’re spending your life underwater? You don’t want to see what life’s like not constantly swimming around?” 

Amber ran a hand through her tangled hair. “I didn’t start my life underwater, guppy. My world just drowned so we had to move.” She took a moment, weighing her options and eyeing Sofia.  “Sticking around here… I wouldn’t mind it for a short while.”

Grinning, Sofia said, “we got dry food. And literally anything else you could dream of. Welcome to New York, the city that never sleeps.” She spread her arms. “However first things first, why the fuck do you keep callin’ me guppy?” 

“Consider it an endearing word for younger people.”

Her eyes narrowed. “Is it actually endearing?”

“For you, yes.” 

“Uhuh.” Sof grabbed Amber some socks and shoes. “No more saying guppy, we can’t be fightin’ every stranger who realises that might be offensive. Put these on.” 

“Ugh, fine. You got a nickname then, Sofia?” 

“Sof.” She paused. “And before we go, just show me what you got.”

Amber laughed. “Haven’t you seen enough of what I got, Sof?”

“Your powers, you fuckin’ flirt. I gotta know what I’m dealing with.” Sofia flushed and crossed her arms. 

“Ah. Makes more sense. I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” 

Sof bit back a few curse words but called for La Gran Gata. “Meet my patron.” She flexed her hands as blue and green energy appeared around them, a semivisible cat curling around her shoulders. “Mija… this one smells like fish. I like it.”

“I see your spectral cat and I raise you-” Amber rolled her shoulders, popping out two extra arms. “-spectral arms.”

“Not bad.” Sof moved forward so Amber could pet La Gran Gata with her spectral hands. “Now, this city has everything. What would you like to do with your limited time on dry land?” 

“Take me to your favourite non-seafood restaurant.”

As they sat on the ferry to Staten Island, Sofia and Amber compared their world’s rules. 

“There’s only a few main rules back home. First one’s “everybody’s got a knife”.”

Sof laughed. “That’s true here too. Maybe not in the entire country, but it’s true in New York.” 

“So where’s yours?” Amber winked. 

Sofia pulled a clean black pocket knife from inside her coat. “Right here.”

“Okay that’s pretty rad. How abou-” Amber trailed off as she realised the sheer amount of people on the ferry holding flowers. “What’s all the flowers about? Is that normal?”

“Oh that. Uh..” She bit the inside of her cheek. “It’s Valentine’s day. Y’all got that?”

Amber looked over the crowd again. “We used to but it disappeared when we went under. I used to like it though.” She turned her gaze back to Sofia. “So, you got a Valentine?”

Looking into the distance, she shook her head. “No.” She didn’t feel like explaining. Could’ve said “not anymore” or that he’d died but she didn’t want pity. 

“Ah.” After a moment of silence, Sof felt Amber move away from her. She turned her head to watch Amber go up to several strangers and have short conversations with them. From each of these strangers she received a flower from their bouquet. After she’d collected about 10, she returned to Sof. 

“So, I don’t know to what extent your world’s traditions align with mine, but I’m basing my actions on those of the people around me.” She pulled a hair tie from her wrist and tied the makeshift bouquet of flowers together, then held them out. “Sofia Bicicleta, will you be my Valentine?”

Sof glanced from the people who’d given up a flower (who were totally watching) to the bouquet to Amber’s small smile. “Where’d you learn my last name?” She asked, taking the bouquet. 

“It’s on your office door. So, what do you say?”

Amber wouldn’t be here for long. There would be no time to really get attached, or make things awkward. It’d probably just be a day. A day of being happy and having fun.

Sof grinned. “Yeah, I’ll be your fuckin’ Valentine.”

“Good.” Amber extended her hand and waited for Sof to take it. “A girl like you deserves to have fun on a day like this.”

Sof led the two of them to a little restaurant named Tony’s, right beside Spaghetti’s bakery. “Hope you like Italian food.”

“Aren’t you Italian American?” 

“Yeah?”

“So, yes.”

Sofia shoved Amber through the door.

Two plates of pasta and some mocktails with extremely silly straws later, Amber reached across the table for Sof’s hand again. “Hey, so… I don’t want to pry. Earlier when I asked you whether you had a valentine-”

“Yeah, something’s happened.” Sofia placed her hand in Amber’s. “My husband’s dead. Due to, well, the weird fuckin’ shit we deal with. I’m accepting it, I don’t particularly feel like talking about it. It’s been an experience, since I only found out about the weird shit a little while ago.” Her voice didn’t crack, and she didn’t feel like she was walking through fire. Progress.

Amber squeezed Sofia’s hand. “I know condolences aren’t worth shit, but you have mine. And, naturally you have my time for as long as I’m here.” 

“Yeah, so, uh. As much as I think you’re pretty fuckin’ cool and shit, my yes to your Valentine was definitely with just friendship strings attached. Our lives are complicated enough as is, and…” She eyed Amber. “For today I just want to have fun.” 

“I think you’ll find I’m great at having fun.” 

“For the amount of shameless flirting you do, I sure fucking hope so!”

Sofia showed Amber around Staten Island for a bit as they both ate their gelato from Spaghetti’s. Granted, she didn’t actually spend much time there anymore so most of what they saw was the pier and the bridge. With the clear skies, thousands of stars dotted the sky in accompaniment to the New York skyline. 

“So how do you feel now that you’ve been out of the water for a while?”

“How I think Amphibian creatures feel.” Amber sat down on the edge of the water, her feet dangling over the dark waves. “Like, I’m fully capable of living where I do. But I’d also be capable of living on the land.” 

Sof sat down beside her, setting her empty gelato cup down. “So it ain’t super weird that you’re without water pressure right now?”

“No. It’s weirder to spend so much time walking though. Gravity feels a lot stronger.” 

Rubbing the bridge of her nose, Sof said, “sorry I should’ve thought of that.”

Putting down her empty gelato cup, Amber grabbed the collar of Sofia’s coat. “Absolutely not,” she said when Sofia’s eyes widened. “There was no way you could’ve known that. Relax, I’m having a great time.” 

Sofia looked at Amber’s lips for a second, then met her gaze. “For a very impromptu date, I think we’re doing pretty good.” She turned her body toward Amber, moving one hand to cup her face, the other to her waist. 

Amber waited for Sofia to lean in, tangling her free hand in Sofia’s hair. “Sofia, you are so beautiful,” she whispered. Just when Sofia smiled, Amber kissed her.

It took all of Sofia’s common sense to not spend hours just sitting there, at the edge of the waterfront making out like teenagers. Everything else became muted as Amber’s lips touched hers, Amber pulling her closer, shifting to press her entire body against her, warmth blooming between them. Given where Amber came from, Sof was absolutely sure she’d be kissed breathless, not willing to end the kiss. So instead, she pulled back a little, gently biting Amber’s bottom lip. 

“As much as I’d sit here forever, this is February in New York,” she said breathlessly. “Let’s go back home before we get hypothermia.” She begrudgingly got up and tossed the empty gelato cups in the nearby trash can, before holding out a hand for Amber.  

Amber briefly touched her bottom lip and grinned. “Fine. Please, take me home, Sof.”

The moment Sof had shut the door and turned on the lights, Amber pushed her against the wall. When she was met with a, granted, nice view of Sofia’s chest instead of her lips, Amber looked down. “Are you wearing heels?” She pulled her borrowed coat off and hung it up, taking Sofia’s with her.

“You didn’t notice this before?” She laughed, tugging her sweater over her head and tossing it on the nearest chair, then started on the button down she was wearing underneath.

“Well when I kissed you, we were sitting.” Amber kicked off her shoes then returned to aid Sofia. “Not that I mind now.” She pressed her lips to her bare sternum, her hands on Sofia’s hips, thumbs hooked into the belt loops of her jeans.

Sof bit her lip, tangling a hand in Amber’s hair and gently pulling. “You know, you make it hard to take clothes off for someone who definitely wants to see me naked.” She leaned down and kissed her. 

“I can appreciate what I have right now.” But she helped Sofia slide out of her button up, speeding the process along by removing her own shirt. 

“Are you always this much of a flirt?” Sof asked, removing her shoes then grabbing Amber by the waist. She gently pushed Amber backwards into her bedroom and onto the bed. 

Amber flipped them, straddling her waist and leaned down. “Only with beautiful women.” 

Sofia smiled. If the steady way Amber’s fingers worked downwards meant anything, it was going to be a fun night.

#amber gris #sofia bicicleta #sofia lee #tuc #taz ethersea #d20 #the unsleeping city #the adventure zone #the adventure zone ethersea #yes this fic technically took a year

[clocks-are-round]

random fic snippets

some will go into some of my works in progresses others may not have seen the light of day otherwise. this isn’t even remotely everything lol. most are from last fall or winter.

——

*after wyoming tells o’malley and gary that they were flirting on an open channel*

“no, o’malley, i’m not going to kill everyone here just because you’ve got a school crush.” Tex couldn’t hide the hint of amusement from her tone.

“it’s more than a— i mean— silence! all of you!”

“2… 1…”

“what’s that sound?”

KABOOM

(scrapped because i forgot wyoming was dead)

——

(meant to be part of the next fake psa)

carolina: being “chill” doesn’t mean putting up with abuse

sarge: what? nonsense! grif puts up with abuse all the time! exhibit a! *shoots grif*

grif: *yelps* godDAMMIT! I THOUGHT WE WERE DONE WITH THIS??

sarge: heheh. nope.

carolina: hm. he’s taking a lot of damage

sarge: between the armor and the blubber i might as well be shooting a nerf gun at him! They’re love taps!

grif: ow! fuck! owwwww *groans* more like airsoft

sarge: see? he says they’re soft!

simmons: uhhh yeah, please don’t try this at home, the gays on red team are just fucking indestructible

——

“Well, he wasn’t exactly nice, but… We were both lonely,” Doc said, rubbing his arm. “So in that way, it worked out. Even if we couldn’t stand each other a lot of the time.”

(caboose and doc bond over shared trauma on chorus fic. o’malley would probably be in it too, actually (factive not ai). i’ve got a bunch of snippet scattered in my notes for this one)

——

“Curiosity killed the c-word.” Caboose said, nodding.

Tucker blinked. “What?”

“Oh, it’s something my dad used to say. But people don’t really like when you say the last word, so I just say “the c-word”.”

“What are you talking about? Curiosity killed the cat.”

Caboose looked confused. Then stifled a laugh. “No, it’s a different c-word, Tucker.” He patted Tucker’s head.

“I know what the c-word is! You—“ Whatever. This wasn’t worth attempting to explain to him. Even if his pride was a little singed.

“That doesn’t even make sense. Why would you kill a cat? That would be awful!”

“Don’t you hate cats, though?”

“No, why would you think that?”

“Pretty sure you’ve said they make you angry.”

Caboose tilted his head, a few moments of rare silence. His face fell, “That’s a different thing.”

“Are you gonna explain, or…?”

Caboose shook his head. “It makes me upset. I don’t like feeling angry. I know it helps sometimes, but…” He fiddled with, “I don’t like it.”

“What, you can’t even give me the sparknotes?”

Caboose shook his head vigorously, his curls racing to catch up.

“Dude, you just made me more curious! I gotta know!”

Caboose usually let his words fall out like releasing an armful of bouncy balls. It was on a whim, kind of entertaining, and sometimes it was impossible to track it all. Now, he spoke slowly and carefully. “Some people do dumb things and innocent little guys get hurt.”

“What does shooting Church have to do with anything?” Tucker joked, hoping to brighten up the serious atmosphere.

Caboose didn’t respond and his eyes looked watery.

“

“Don’t do that.”

“Do what?”

“I said I didn’t want to think about it.”

(ohhh right. missing siblings was supposed to be the first chapter of a hurt/comfort tucker and caboose friendship fic post-o’malley. wow i had a lot more planned than i realized)

——

(WHAT. i forgot about this one, will definitely continue it. Carolina spends the day with the purple bois and they bond and pretty much over the course of the fic she goes from seeing neither of them to both of them <3 platonic heart not romantic. why doing seeing have so many freaking implications *shakes fist to sky dan vs style* english!)

“Well, Carolina, you’re probably wondering why we’ve called you here today.” O’Malley spun around on the swivel chair in an obviously premeditated pose.

Despite O’Malley being at the wheel, he. Weakness, she thought, before squirting the thoughts with a mental water gun. Bad. Old habits.

She didn’t know him nearly as well as the others— to be frank, she somehow forgot about his existence entirely— but he was about equally as harmless and insane as all the others. With the added bonus of twice the personality to get to know. The oddest part about that, from what she’d gathered, is that O’Malley was based on Omega, Tex’s AI. Even now, remnants of her father’s ever reaching bullshit popped up.

…

“I— If we could avoid existential crises that would be very good, thank you. I have enlisted your help for the purposes of evilll.” He tapped his fingers together like a cartoony villain.

“It’s really nothing serious or concerning at all,” Doc assured her eyebrow raise.

“Yes,” O’Malley cackled, “Just a bit of lighthearted evil. For old times sake.”

…

“Yes, well—“ O’Malley crossed his arms, “your involvement was heavily debated.”

Doc shrugged a shoulder. “You can be sort of a… buzzkill.”

“What?? Me, a buzzkill? I only intervene when you idiots are about to get yourselves killed. Sometimes not even then,” she muttered, “It’s inhuman how resilient you all are.”

“You tend to focus a lot on the competition part instead of the fun part.”

“I find competition extremely fun.”

…

“Uhh, I am chiller than I’ve ever been in my life. What’s the mission?”

“Yes, well— it is very evil—“

…

“—but not so

“You have no idea.”

“Er, no.” O’Malley admitted. “We’re drawing a creative blank, it seems.”

“We could—“ Doc began.

“No, you fool! That plan is pathetic and I’m embarrassed to share a brain with you.”

“Well, fine then. Jeez.”

——

(i remember at the time i was reminded of my least favorite part of the chorus arc and someone had said something about dr grey should face consequences for that and at bare minimum give a genuine apology)

“She chased me saying she wanted to try shock treatments and possibly lobotomy if that didn’t work.”

“It was a joke?” Dr Grey offered.

“I don’t feel comfortable being in the same room as her.”

“No one does,” Kimball muttered.

“Ok, so my bedside manner wasn’t the best. It never has been, but I’m the best— and this isn’t narcissism, it’s honest to god fact— I am the BEST doctor on Chorus. You can’t fire me over ONE complaint just because he’s vaguely associated with the heroes.”

“Two complaints,” O’Malley mumbled.

“And, hey! Wait! We helped save Chorus too! We were up in the space ship! And he helped fight Felix!”

“I did most of the work.”

“Well,” Kimball considered. “How about this. Dr. Grey, you can take the next few days off spending time with him— them?— and maybe get your head out of fiction and thrillers. Spend some time seeing them as an actual person. People?”

Doc stood. “Nope! No, fuck that! We’re not spending ANY time alone with her. Also, why do we have to be held responsible for her problems?”

“Yes, this is stupid!” O’Malley agreed, sitting down momentarily in order to also stand up in protest. “We just wanted to get her canned. Or sue her. Some sort of consequence for her gross misdemeanor.”

——

“Caboose, I am… eughh… I’m sorry for fucking your brain up so badly. If I could do it over I would at least consider physical torture instead. I was in hiding, but it could have been done under clothes where no one could see it.”

“Wow.” South stared.

“What do you want from me? To lie? I didn’t want to be recaptured by the project and the moron almost ratted me out on multiple occasions. I couldn’tve kept him quiet without torture.”

——

(context: takes place after the simmons’ mom visits iris fic i haven’t gotten around to posting)

“You know, I feel like I’ve really bonded with you girls. This has been fun. We should hang out again sometime. Or, just multiplayer together, that’s an option.”

Carolina stood, with a noticeable wobble. She outdrank them both, and by the look on her face regretted it. “Bathroom.” She said with a strained expression.

“That way, right, then left.”

Carolina stumbled off.

“And then there were two.” Kai waggled her eyebrows.

Imogen clung to her controller for dear life. “If I win this round, you have to stop flirting with me. Nothing flirtatious again.”

“That’s a pretty big demand. You’re my favorite billionaire milf. What do I get if I win?”

What was a big thing? It needed to be worth at least as much. “You will be my next of kin.” Pshh, she wasn’t going to lose.

(If Imogen won, Kai had to promise to never flirt with her again. Imogen bet successorship. Kai unplugged her controller and Imogen didn’t notice. She uh, she didn’t think she was being serious. Kai thought it was a joke document)

(how kai inherited a multibillion dollar company)

——

(ok so apparently there was supposed to be significantly more to the missing siblings fic. huh.)

“Hey, Church,” Tucker shouted, “get your butt in here!”

After a minute Church peeked in the doorway. “What do you want?”

“Caboose can’t remember one of his siblings and is freaking out.”

Church paused. “And what does that have to do with me?”

“I thought, you know, one person with brain damage to another.”

“I don’t have—“ Church snapped defensively. “I just… I had some trouble remembering things after the accident. It was temporary.”

“What happened?” Caboose asked.

Church stammered and cleared his throat. “The reason doesn’t matter.”

Tucker hid a smile. Cappy said he’d slipped on the floor and hit his head. Church was kind of embarrassed about it. Kind of an underwhelming wartime injury. He really wanted to give him shit, but if he did Church wouldn’t help him with Caboose. “He hit his head pretty hard when he got to Blue Base.”

“Ah, yeah.” Caboose nodded. “I hate when that happens.”

“What do you want me say?”

“I dunno, my brain’s fine. I was hoping you’d know what to say.”

“Fuck you. Uhh…” Church tapped his foot. “Ok, uh, sometimes bad shit happens and you can’t do anything about it. Sometimes people get hurt. Sometimes people die. Sometimes your girlfriend ditches you without any warning. That’s life. It fucking sucks. I definitely miss my body sometimes. It felt… like somebody died that day.”

“That’s because you did Church.”

“Yeah, I know, but like in a more

…

“You still are not very good at pep talks.”

“It’s not a pep talk it’s a reality check. This is your life now, so you just gotta deal with it.”

——

o’malley be like hmm maybe i shouldn’t set the bunker i’m hiding out in on fire… while i’m inside of it. after striking a match and not remembering where he left it

i’ll leave it at that haha. shared a lot more than planned. and still have lots more unshared

#rvb #fic snippet

[fortheloveofcringe]

October 6, 2022 / Friends and Fiends

The  last time I had tried to hope to process everything I have been going through was June. It was that early morning when my friends had slept over at our house after the city fiesta.  With the mobs of people celebrating, and even with my former friends around me, I still felt, alone.

For months I have been trying to figure out the theme of this year in my life. Most of it was about me letting go of things. Letting go of jobs that hurt my health. Letting go of abusive relationships. Letting go of ideals that made me behave in a way that hurts others and myself. Letting it all go and just realizing, life is indeed in a constant flux of changes. Things can happen overnight, things can occur after a long build-up.

I have been thinking of a life where I don’t have to answer to anyone but myself. It had become lonely and isolated, and for the most part I think I have robbed myself of the opportunity to develop certain social skills, like learning how to not take things seriously.

But some thing are serious.

I lost some of  my friends a day after my licensure examination. I was still pretty exhausted from the 10 hour gruelling mess of answering questions for the sake of formality to become a teacher but what was cruel was to be invited in a teacher’s day celebration, where the host acts hostile and everyone else gives a blaze’ effect to it. I trusted Argie for the most part of my life. She seemed like a fair person to me. But this isn’t the first time this has happened. How she deliberately acts hostile when she invites people at their home. Her sister was very silent when we arrived, everone else was too. It seemed like one of those things that she does when she huddles us around. And gossip. When the person comes, silence.

I may be wrong but the recent actions have made me decide she doesn’tmean anything to me anymore, she had withered herself in the tree of our friendship. I also have observed how it has become toxic. Allain gratifying herself by devouring Neryle over her relationship history yet you don’t see Neryle interrogating her about who she fucked and how poor her choices are with men. Ivan still being protective, and I understand him now. Aldjan being a lamb to whoever displays power. Amboy letting his girlfriend shit all over him and well, Argie, for being a good friend who you can tell secrets too, until she enjoys the attention she gets when she spills your secrets to a temporary crowd of applausers.

I have thought about this a lot this year. What friendship means to me, and maybe at some point it was true, but today and for the rest of my days, I can NOT be associated with people who are bad with their finances, who focuses on devouring each other for the sake of riding a high horse, and those who would disrespect me for the sake of their ego.

My boyfriend and I came to that get together to feel at home and welcome as they have repeatedly displayed. But that day I couldn’t stand being forced to have my boyfriend eat the way everyone eats because he is in her house when he just can’t. He’s too polite to turn people down. I couldn’t stand her allowing her dog to repeatedly bite my boyfriend. Her sister and her whispering things about us. And just the entire fake nice/ hostile vibe. I do not entertain confusion, chaos, drama and madness. And so comes the time when you do outgrow people. And it will cost you but from losses comes gains.

They can say whatever they want from me, but their opinion doesn’t matter anymore. She can huddle them around just like what she did with Neryle. Argie is a serial gossiper. You can’t be friends with these kind of folks. It’s sour. To see a friend become, a non-friend. Even a fiend.

I guess it is the way it is.

[augustinewrites]

osamu + “we’re fake dating! why did you tell them we were engaged?!” for @amarinthe thanks for requesting this! it's probably one of my favourite prompts

the moment you open your front door, you kind of regret it.

because while your totally hot neighbour is standing in your doorway in his dark jeans and fitted black t-shirt glory, you’re rocking shorts and an unreasonably large sweatshirt.

“osamu,” you blink, tugging the hem of your shirt down a little. “hey.”

“hey,” he replies with a smile that makes your knees weak, holding up a takeout bag. “i brought some onigiri home. wanna share?”

thinking about the instant ramen currently boiling on your stovetop, you couldn’t possibly refuse his offer (especially if it’s from miya osamu, whose very successful restaurant is quite literally across the street).

so you open your door wider, letting him step inside and slip his shoes off while you move into the kitchen, placing two plates on the counter.

“so, how was your day?” he asks, unpacking the setting two onigiri on each plate. “anything interesting happen?”

you slide into the stool next to him, swinging your legs lightly as you munch on happily on the food. “not particularly, you?”

“actually, yeah,” he starts, taking his cap off and running a hand through his hair (you think it’s unfair, how good it still looks, even after spending all day smushed under a baseball cap). “my ma called today.”

“your ma?” you hum through a mouthful of salmon and rice. “what’d she say?”

he picks disinterestedly at the seaweed on his onigiri. “she, uh, asked that i visit home for dinner tomorrow night.”

“that’s sounds fun,” you start, pausing when he visibly grimaces. “unless it’s...not?”

“my brother’s bringin’ his girl again,” he shrugs. “and i know that means ma’s gonna be on my ass about why i’m not datin’.”

“yeah, i’ve had that conversation with my parents before,” you shudder, patting his shoulder in understanding. “the future, grandchildren, the passive-aggressive judgement from siblings. you should just call and say you’re sick.”

“can’t,” he sighs heavily. “i already cancelled twice. she may disown me if i skip a third time, or worse, show up at my place.”

it’d probably be funny, you think, seeing mama and brother miya across the hall, bugging osamu. “then maybe you should bring someone,” you suggest off-handedly. “just to keep them off your back a little. when was the last time you went on a date?”

when he doesn’t answer, your happy chewing slows, and you glance over at him. “jeez, that long ago? i thought you had more game than that, miya.”

a slow grin spread across his face when he meets your gaze. “last time i went out with someone was...four months ago, actually.”

“four months ago? that was around when we—” your eyes widen slightly, heat spreading to your cheeks. “oh. that...was not a date. that was a slightly intoxicated but very satisfying sexual exchange between friends.”

osamu chuckles, ducking his head a little and making those eyes at you (the ones that’d lured you into fucking him on your living room floor at two in the morning). “maybe don’t bring that up when ya meet my mom.”

“excuse me?” you laugh. “you cannot bring me home to meet your family.”

“why not?” he questions, looking genuinely confused. “you’re the one who suggested it. it’s just for one night anyway.”

“i just can’t!” you insist, looking at him incredulously. “i’d be nervous even if we were dating. what if they ask questions about--”

“i’ll give you free onigiri for a month.”

_____

“so, how did the two of you meet?” osamu’s mother asks as she pours you a generous glass of wine.

you freeze, blinking a few times. when you open your mouth, nothing comes out.

(it’s funny how, on the hour-long drive to hyogo, the two of you hadn’t discussed any basic information about your relationship. instead, you’d spent your time debating the best taylor swift album and making fun of the other tenants in your building.)

you almost flinch when someone places a hand on the small of your back, but relax when osamu’s faint cologne meets your senses. “actually it was the day after she moved in next door,” he says. “i brought some onigiri over because she’d asked me that morning where the closest grocery store was so i figured…”

you smile fondly, recalling the day you’d run into him at the mailboxes, and he’d shown up a few hours later with food. he’d claimed they were just leftovers even though it was mid-afternoon.

“i can’t believe you remember that,” you murmur.

he hums quietly, gaze flicking over your face briefly. “i guess it’s just when i knew.”

you’re sure that your heart stutters in your chest. surely he’d stolen that from some cheesy romance flick?

“how long have you two been together?” his mother follows up with, glancing between the two of you expectantly, a slow smile spreading across her face.

“eight months,” you say.

“almost a year,” osamu answers at the same time.

across from you, atsumu hides a smile behind his glass of water.

“i mean, who’s counting?” you laugh, quick to recover, reaching over to your ‘boyfriend’ blindly, meaning to pat his shoulder but instead catching him on the cheek. “time flies when you’re in love.”

you turn to stare at osamu when you feel him clasp your hand, pressing a kiss to your fingers, lips curling against them.

your stomach flutters a little at the gesture.

“‘tsumu,” he continues, redirecting the conversation. he rests your clasped hands on the table, thumb brushing the back of yours gently. “i thought you were bringing your girlfriend.”

“oh, she’s at her place doin’ some packing,” he answers easily. “she’s movin’ in next week.”

“that’s great news!” their mother beams, osamu’s hand tightening around yours as he blurts,

“yeah, well, we’re engaged!”

this time, you choke on your bite of chicken, almost hacking up a lung as you whip your head towards your neighbour/friend/fake boyfriend turned fake fiancé.

he shoots you a pleading gaze as he rubs firm circles on your back, and when you finally dislodge that traitorous piece of meat, you draw a slow breath and sigh. “babe, i thought we were going to wait until you made it official.” you lift your left hand, pointing at your empty ring finger before turning back to his mother and brother. “do you mind if we step away for a second?”

they both wave you off, and you snatch osamu’s wrist, dragging him out the back door, making sure it’s shut tight before you whisper-shout,

“we are fake dating! why would you tell them that we were engaged?”

he rubs his hands down his face, groaning. “i’m sorry, i panicked! it’s just that when atsumu mentioned moving in i got weirdly competitive because we’re twins—”

“so naturally you told your mother we were getting married? what’s next, atsumu mentions a joint bank account and you tell them that i’m pregnant?”

osamu lowers his hands to peek at you. “can i actually do that?”

“no! this is so not worth the free onigiri!” you growl, smacking him on the shoulder a few times, osamu yelling in protest.

(inside, atsumu and their mother peek out the kitchen window to watch the both of you, the latter murmuring, ‘definitely engaged.’)

_____

“you cannot tell that story in your toast,” you laugh, three years later with a very real engagement ring on your finger.

“why not?” osamu whines, completely invading your side of the bed to wrap his arms around you. “it’s how we got together, isn’t it?”

“by lying to your family.”

“soon to be your family,” he reminds you happily. “and i didn’t have to lie and tell them you were pregnant.”

#osamu x reader #miya osamu x reader #miya osamu #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic #augustine’s prompt event

[thearvariblues]

The Mysterious Case of Jaskier's Immortality

Word count: 3601

*

“So nice to see you again, Yennefer,” Jaskier says, putting on one of his many fake smiles.

“Jaskier,” she replies with a smile that almost looks genuine but Jaskier is pretty sure that it’s not. Which she confirms a few seconds later by saying: “Shouldn’t you be dead already?”

“I see you’re as kind as always, my dear. But don’t you worry, Geralt is doing a very good job when it comes to protecting me.”

“Hm,” Geralt sighs resignedly, clearly regretting his decision to spend the night in an inn instead of the middle of a forest.

To be fair, it was Jaskier who suggested it, claiming that he refused to be eaten by angry drowners, no matter how many times Geralt tried to explain to him that the probability of finding a drowner in the middle of a very dry forest is extremely low.

If Jaskier knew they were going to run into Yennefer in the inn, he would have risked the drowners.

“I don’t doubt that,” Yennefer smirks. “But seriously, how old are you, bard?”

“No idea. I stopped counting after fifty, I think.”

“You know, you don’t look fifty,” she says.

“Oh, well, my mother had an elf lover before I was born, so there’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’m not gonna age anytime soon. Sorry,” Jaskier smiles again, sweetly – and this time, it’s genuine.

“As if,” Geralt grunts.

“I’m sorry, dear?” Jaskier blinks.

“Come on, Jaskier, it doesn’t work like that. You’re a viscount, that means your father must have been a viscount, too.”

“You don’t know much about nobility, do you, Geralt?” Yennefer snorts.

“Hm,” Geralt grunts. “Still, he’s not a half-elf.”

“Let me guess, you’re a Witcher, therefore you could smell it if I was? I hate to break it to you, dear heart, but you’re going to have your nose checked.”

“You’re not a half-elf, Jaskier,” Geralt repeats. “You’re not immortal, you just… look young.”

“Yeah, right, you got me,” Jaskier shrugs. “I just look good because I moisturize. Happier now?”

“Much,” Geralt nods. “See? You can be honest if you want.”

“Yup,” Jaskier nods. “Honesty personified. Now please excuse me, I need to go and moisturize some more. Internally. With ale.”

*

“I’m actually a mermaid, you know?” Jaskier grins the next time he’s asked, this time by a very confused and very old Valdo Marx.

“A siren, Jaskier. Not a mermaid,” Geralt sighs, praying to Melitele to give him strength. “And you’d know that, of course, if you actually were a siren.”

“Just so you know, the term siren is actually quite offensive to my people.”

“You mean idiots?” Geralt chuckles. “You’re not a siren, Jask.”

“Can you prove that I’m not?”

“Well, last week you tripped and fell into this creek that was like… knee-deep, and you nearly drowned.”

“I was in shock!” Jaskier proclaims dramatically. “But I have a proof that I am, or at least could be a siren.”

“What proof?”

“Well, my lovely voice, of course!”

“Not as lovely as you think it is,” Valdo Marx snorts.

“Come on, Jaskier,” Geralt sighs, ignoring the old troubadour. “You have much better voice that any siren I’ve ever heard.”

“Geralt of Rivia!” Jaskier gasps, clutching his chest. “Was that a compliment?!”

“Fuck,” Geralt mutters. “I didn’t mean…”

“Really though, Jaskier,” Valdo says. “How?”

“That’s a secret I’ll take to the grave, I’m afraid,” Jaskier grins. “Once I manage to reach it.”

“Keep on with the bullshit, Jaskier,” Geralt growls, “and you can reach it tonight.”

“Fifty years traveling with him, and he still thinks he can scare me. Cute, isn’t he?” Jaskier laughs. “Oh, Geralt you could never.”

“Try me.”

*

“All right, I’ll tell you my secret,” Jaskier winks at Ciri, who lifts an eyebrow. “I’ve got this neat… magic ring.”

“Hmmm,” Ciri observes. “Looks like a normal signet ring to me.”

“Well… Yeah, well, it looks like it, all right, but actually–”

“Jaskier, I was born a princess. This is clearly a Pankratz family signet ring.”

“Damn,” Jaskier groans. “Like father like daughter, eh?”

“Sorry,” Ciri shrugs.

*

“I got myself cursed.”

Triss Merigold lifts an eyebrow.

“Somebody cursed you to live forever, is that so?” she asks and her voice is almost dripping with disbelief.

“More like cursed me,” Geralt murmurs.

“Oh, shut up, Witcher, you know you couldn’t live without me,” Jaskier smiles brightly, and Geralt has to bite his cheek to stop himself from smiling back.

“Hm,” he says instead.

“Eloquent as ever,” Jaskier nods.

“Would you like me to...” Triss clears her throat. “You know, try to lift the curse?”

“No!” Geralt yells before he can stop himself.

“See?” Jaskier beams. “You could never live without me!”

*

“A bruxa,” Jaskier repeats to a young man who claims to be his son, but looks older than his supposed father.

“You’re not a bruxa, Jaskier!” Geralt whines.

“Excuse me, and how would you know?”

“Because I’m a fucking Witcher?!”

“Well, you’re clearly a fucking horrible Witcher if you haven’t noticed until now!”

“I think I’d notice if you tried to sneak out of the camp at nights to feed,” Geralt comments, crossing his hands. “You can’t even sneak out to take a piss, Jask.”

“Maybe I do that on purpose!”

“Besides, bruxae are mostly women.”

“Mostly being the important word here.”

“Fuck’s sake, Jaskier. You won’t even eat a piece of meat if it’s not so well-done that it’s almost cremated.”

“Do you know how disgusting the blood is, Geralt?!” Jaskier groans, and then immediately blinks when he realizes what he just said. “I meant…”

“Case closed,” Geralt nods, satisfied.

“Oh, dear,” Jaskier mutters. “I fucking hate you sometimes.”

“Uhm, my lords, if I may,” the young man says.

“Hate to break it to you, kid, but if you’re aging like a normal human, you’re probably not my son,” Jaskier shrugs. “Sorry. I get it why your mum might be confused, though. It was quite a night, with at least four–”

“And that’s enough,” Geralt says, grabbing Jaskier by the collar and pulling him away from the man. “You know, lifting the curse seems like a good idea now.”

“There isn’t really a curse, Geralt,” Jaskier laughs.

Geralt sighs, his lips curling into a tiny smile that Jaskier cannot see.

“Thank fuck.”

*

“You see, we were in a crazy mage’s tower and I saw this bottle and I thought it was slivovitz, so I drank it, but it seems that it actually was some sort of an immortality potion,” Jaskier explains to a lady at the ball, whose grandmother he’d apparently fucked once, when said grandmother was still a young, unmarried woman.

Geralt only blinks, because it’s the first truly plausible explanation for Jaskier’s mysterious immortality.

“Oh, that must be so horrible to watch everyone you love die!” the woman nods enthusiastically. “Perhaps you’d like to tell me about it in private?”

“Of course, my dear…” Jaskier smiles. “Just… wait a second. How old is your mother?”

“Forty-seven, why?”

Jaskier’s lips are moving silently for a few seconds while he counts, and then thy turn into a wide grin.

“No reason, dear,” he says, offering her his arms. “Shall we?”

When Jaskier and the lady flee the ball, Geralt pulls out his flask of White Gull and pours its contents into his empty tankard.

So, a potion…

*

“There is no such thing as an immortality potion, Geralt,” Yennefer shakes her head.

“How can you be so sure?” Geralt asks. “Maybe this mage really did find a way to at least make the human life longer!”

“And why would he do that?” Yennefer scoffs. She has been doing that a lot since she finally ended their relationship for good about twenty years ago. (He later found out that she had left him for none other than Triss Merigold, but Yennefer still doesn’t know that he knows, and he’s having way too much fun with it to break the fact to her. So right now, he is pretending he doesn’t notice that Triss is eavesdropping on their conversation behind the door leading to Yennefer’s bedroom, and that he absolutely believed Yen when she claimed that the loud thud a few minutes ago was caused by a cat.) “We are immortal, Geralt, unless killed. There is no reason for any of us to make a potion that would make a human live forever.”

“Well, perhaps this mage fell in love with a human and wanted them to stay with him!”

Yennefer pauses, inspecting Geralt from head to toe and back again, and then she sighs.

“Oh, Geralt. Really?”

“Really what?” Geralt blinks, genuinely confused.

“Oh,” Yennefer murmurs. “Oh, no. Really?”

“Really what, Yen?”

“You mean you don’t… Oh, dear gods. Really?”

“Yen, I swear that I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Geralt grunts, frowning.

Yennefer rolls her eyes and tries counting to ten to calm herself down. She doesn’t even get to three before Geralt’s eyes go wide.

“Oh,” he whispers. “Fuck.”

“Fuck, indeed, Geralt,” she nods solemnly. “Fuck, indeed.”

*

“I found a djinn, he granted me a wish,” Jaskier says when Geralt asks him, about five minutes after his meeting with Yennefer. (He agreed to use a portal to get to the bard as soon as possible. A fucking portal!) The bard is sitting in a tavern and eating his dinner, utterly undisturbed by the sudden appearance of an angrier-than-usual Witcher.

“You never mentioned a djinn,” Geralt growls. “And after your last encounter with one, I sincerely doubt you’d engage with another.”

“You clearly don’t know me at all–”

“Besides, Valdo Marx, as far as I know, had an apoplexy while fucking a young student on his desk, and I don’t think you’d ever let him die like that if you had a choice.”

“You see, that was kind of a my mistake, since I didn’t specify the time and the circumstances of his apoplexy in my wish, so…”

“What was your third wish?”

“Pardon me?”

“Your immortality, Valdo Marx dropping dead, that’s two. What was the third one? And don’t even try to mention the Countess de Stael, since you’d have to dig her up first.”

“That was disgusting, even for you, you know that, Geralt?”

“How are you immortal, Jaskier?!”

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you.”

“Try me.”

Jaskier puts a piece of bread in his mouth and grins.

“Maybe some other time, Witcher.”

*

“I am a fae,” Jaskier replies a day later.

“You’re not a fucking fae, bard.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because you fucking lie, Jaskier. All the time.”

“Fuck. Didn’t think of that.”

*

“You see, there was this artifact–”

Geralt closes his eyes, turning Roach around.

“Let’s consult Yennefer about this.”

“Oh, mother of…” Jaskier whines. “All right, no artifact, there was no artifact! Geralt, I’m telling you, there was no…”

*

“You’re not a succubus.”

“But it would be a perfect explanation, wouldn’t it?”

“You’re not succubus, because if you were, you’d know that a male one is called an incubus.”

“Oh, you and your stupid Witcher terms again.”

“You’re not an incubus, Jaskier, because if you were, I could never let you near Eskel.”

“All right… Explain, please?”

Geralt grunts.

“I’d really rather not.”

*

“A dragon,” Jaskier grins victoriously.

“No,” Geralt says, shaking his head.

“No,” Jaskier agrees with a sigh.

“You know you could just tell me the truth and be done with it, right?”

“Hm… No.”

*

“All right, enough is enough,” Jaskier growls that night in their rented room, tossing his doublet aside. “You’ve asked me three times today, Geralt. Why the sudden interest in my immortality?”

“As you said, enough is enough. You’ve been traveling with me for what, a hundred years?”

“A hundred and four.”

“Yes, and you still look the same as the day I met you in Posada!” Geralt growls. “And it drives me mad!”

“It wasn’t driving you insane for at least fifty years, so why the sudden change of heart?”

“Fuck off, bard. You don’t have to tell me. I don’t care.”

“But you do, Geralt,” Jaskier says, taking a step towards the Witcher. “Why?”

He’s standing in Geralt’s personal space, his chemise half undone, and he’s watching Geralt with those sincere blue eyes, and Geralt can’t fucking think…

“Because I love you, you idiot!” he snaps. “Because I fucking love you and I need to know if I can love you, or you’re gonna just drop dead one day without a warning!”

“Oh,” Jaskier whispers, his lips forming into a huge, happy smile. “Oh, fucking finally.”

“Fucking… what?” Geralt blinks, his arms suddenly full of an enthusiastic bard.

“I love you too, you silly Witcher,” Jaskier laughs. “I’ve loved you for a hundred years! Well, a hundred and four, but who’s counting?”

“You…” Geralt mutters.

“Silly, silly Witcher,” Jaskier repeats, pressing his lips against Geralt’s in a kiss that could be described as chaste, or at least the chastest Jaskier has ever been capable of. “We’re going to Lettenhove in the morning.”

“We are?”

“Oh, yes,” Jaskier whispers. “See, I’ve told you the truth about the source of my immortality once. But I think you need to see it to believe me.”

“Wait, you have? When?” Geralt asks. “Was it the artifact? Just tell me, I promise I won’t make you consult it with–”

“Shut up now,” Jaskier says, kissing Geralt again with way less chastity than before. “And in the meantime, believe me this – you can keep loving me, and I’m not planning on dropping dead anytime soon. Also, I’ve spent the last hundred years imagining fucking you senseless, so if you’re not opposed to the idea, perhaps we could, well…”

The kiss that this idea gets him is as far from chaste as one could possibly get.

And Jaskier definitely isn’t about to complain.

*

“You sure this is a good idea?” Geralt asks as they march towards the Lettenhove castle’s gates. He tugs at his doublet’s collar, way too tight for his liking. He’d much rather walk in there wearing his usual attire, but Jaskier insisted that Geralt must look presentable if he wants to meet his family.

It turns out that it only takes a single I love you to turn the bard into a manipulative bastard. Who would have guessed?

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Jaskier replies, grinning cheerfully. “And stop frowning, you’re gonna scare the servants, love.”

“How long it’s been since your last visit here, Jaskier?” Geralt says, his frown deepening. “Who rules Lettenhove now, hm? Aren’t you only going to be a distant relative, a great-great-uncle risen from the grave?”

“I sure hope not,” Jaskier chuckles, stopping in front of the guards by the gate. “Good afternoon, gentlemen. Viscount Julian, here to see the Viscountess Madeleine.”

“How can you still be a viscount?” Geralt blinks when one of the guards promptly disappears inside.

“We kind of decided to, you know, share the title,” Jaskier shrugs. “Seemed fair. Besides, father, well, the former viscount, insisted that I inherit the title, but he never mentioned anything about Mads not inheriting it, so…”

“How could your father have known who the viscount is going to be in almost a hundred years?”

“He really didn’t,” Jaskier chuckles. “See, it will all start to make sense once you meet her.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m hoping for.”

*

The guard returns a few minutes later, telling them that the Viscountess will meet them in the garden.

Geralt, knowing a thing or two about nobility, think it’s a little weird, but isn’t about to protest. He only thinks he could have left the fancy clothes at the tavern.

“Oh, shut up, you,” Jaskier chuckles when Geralt voices this thought. “You look gorgeous.”

“I know. You’ve mentioned it a few times. But I didn’t have to look like that, because we’re going to meet the ruler of this land in a fucking garden, and–”

“Julian!”

A woman in a long white dress throws herself at Jaskier, who happily catches her. Geralt’s first instinct is to reach for his sword, only to realize that he (luckily) left it in the tavern – because Jaskier insisted, of course.

“Madeleine,” Jaskier chuckles. “You haven’t aged a day.”

“Oh, yes. Shocking, isn’t it?” she laughs, pulling away from him, and for the first time, Geralt truly looks at her.

The woman is shorter than Jaskier, slim, and her dress is much, much simpler than Geralt would have expected considering the fact that is supposed to be a viscountess. She has dark, long hair and her face is so beautiful that it almost – but only almost – takes the focus off her pointed ears.

“Lady Madeleine,” Jaskier grins, “may I introduce Geralt of Rivia, my Witcher. Geralt, this is Lady Madeleine, the current ruler of Lettenhove and my younger sister.”

“You’re…” Geralt blinks.

“A half-elf, yes,” she nods. “Julian! You haven’t told him?”

“Hardly my fault. I really tried,” Jaskier shrugs. “But he just wouldn’t believe me.”

“So you brought him here to prove it to him, rather than to visit your beloved sister? You are a horrible, horrible sibling, Julian!”

“Your… sister,” Geralt mutters, all his thoughts speeding through his head, colliding and falling down, one over another.

“Yes, we definitely share a mother,” Jaskier confirms. “Most likely a father, too, and trust me, it wasn’t the old viscount. Madeleine got the elvish looks, I only got the non-aging bit. Well, apparently.”

“But…” Geralt blinks. “Your father. The title.”

“Yen was right, dear heart, you really don’t know shit about nobility,” Jaskier snorts. “But I admit that even though our dear departed noble father knew that Mads wasn’t his daughter, obviously, it never occurred to him that I might not be his true son.”

“But you don’t age!”

“In his defense, that only became clear after his unfortunate passing.”

“And you aren’t going to start to age anytime soon,” Geralt mutters. “You really aren’t.”

“Told you so, didn’t I?” Jaskier winks, letting go of his sister and wrapping his arms around his lover instead.

“I… I…” Geralt stammers. “Fuck.”

“Maybe later, love,” Jaskier smiles. “Madeleine, my dear, wouldn’t you say that my return calls for a feast?”

“Absolutely. In fact, I have started the preparations the second my spies informed me that you have crossed the border.”

“Oh, so we have spies now?”

“It’s really only a net of nosy old ladies, but it works wonders,” Madeleine laughs. “I must admit, though, that I was only planning a feast to celebrate you coming home, but now I see we have a much better reason to party. Tell me, brother, did you finally get your stupid Witcher?”

Jaskier smiles brightly, turning his head to Geralt.

“Yes. I finally got my stupid Witcher.”

“Party,” the Witcher in question growls. “Is that why you made me dress like a pompous prick?”

“No, that was because while I find your usual self extremely attractive, you still look much better when your hair is properly combed and you’re not covered in monster blood.”

“Hm,” Geralt hums, but wraps his arm around the bard to hold him close.

“Oh, yes, about monsters,” Madeleine says with the most innocent expression Geralt has seen since Ciri broke Vesemir’s favorite vase at Kaer Morhen. “You see, we have a tiny problem with a cockatrice…”

“Right,” Geralt nods. “I’ll go grab my armor from the tavern.”

“That won’t be necessary. I have already arranged for your things to be brought to the castle. And your horse,” she adds before Geralt can even open his mouth. “You can leave for your quest as soon as the servants get here.”

“So much for you not being covered in monster blood,” Jaskier sighs.

“Hm,” Geralt grins. “Lady Madeleine, I suppose you happen to have a bathtub somewhere in the castle?”

“Of course. In fact, there is a private bathroom right next to Julian’s bedroom.”

“Geralt of Rivia,” Jaskier purrs. “You know me so well.”

“Yes, and I expect to get to know you even better. In another hundred years or so.”

Jaskier laughs, pulls Geralt closer to him and kisses him.

“Another thousand years, I’d say.”

*

“What… the… fuck?!” Geralt croaks, staring at the smouldering remains of the cockatrice that would have surely killed him if Jaskier… If Jaskier…

The bard looks at his hands, then at the cockatrice, and then back at his hands again.

“Geralt? I have a feeling that I’m not really… A half-elf.”

“No shit.”

“I think I might be… Uhm…”

“Oh, shit,” Geralt whispers.

“I suppose, uhm, you know…” Jaskier stammers, wiping his palms on his trousers like he could wipe away the feeling of literal flames shooting out of them mere moments ago.

“Yeah. We’re gonna have to consult this with Yen.”

“Splendid,” Jaskier sighs. “Can it at least wait after the feast?”

“After more than a hundred years of you not even knowing, I think one feast will be fine.”

“Thank the gods. Madeleine would kill me if I tried to leave now,” Jaskier chuckles. “Let’s go, then. We need to get the fried monster remains out of your hair.”

“You’re… I was fucking right! You’re not a half-elf!”

“Yeah, you’re a great Witcher,” Jaskier nods, grabbing Geralt’s arm and dragging him away from the monster. “Didn’t notice I was secretly a fucking mage, but otherwise a great Witcher.”

“Explains a lot, though.”

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. I always had a thing for mages, you know.”

“Oh, Geralt. You’re such a fucking idiot,” Jaskier chuckles.

“Made you laugh,” Geralt shrugs, smiling.

Jaskier shakes his head.

“I’m so, so gonna drown you in that bathtub.”

“My love,” Geralt grins, “you’re more than welcome to try.”

***

Tagging @lottelorelei - I’m sorry I always forget to reply to your lovely comments, but believe me, they always put a big smile on my face! :)

#the witcher #witcher fanfiction #my fics #geralt of rivia #jaskier #julian alfred pankratz #geraskier #geralt x jaskier #jaskier x geralt #idiots in love #immortal jaskier #non-human jaskier #they're stupid your honor #they share a single braincell #and yennefer has the custody of it #also madeleine hyland is jaskier's sister in this

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🎰🍷dancing with him at a ball🍷🎰

🍷☾︎𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐌𝐏 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫☽︎🍷

Art by: Inozuart

Go and check out their speed paint they did of this beautiful art on youtube!

🍷☾︎𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 : 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐛𝐮𝐫, 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲🍷

𝐀/𝐍: Highkey simping over the TNT duo right now, ngl. Quackity is just getting better and better- Definitely gonna do these prompts with Ranboo, Tubbo and Tommy. I just think that it would be really cute to dance with them at a ball lol

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                             ☠︎︎☾︎ʀᴇᴠɪᴠᴇʙᴜʀ☽︎☠︎︎

To say it was strange to see Wilbur Soot standing near a bar and drinking a glass full of blood-red wine would be a complete understatement.

(Y/n) had never spoken to him fully before, they more so made a lot of conversation they could build off of but neither decided to go through with it. (Y/n) hung around Alex, George, Sapnap and Karl more so than the rest of the SMP.

Hence why she was forced to go to this god forbidden ball.

She sat at a stool near the corner of the huge ballroom, her body wrapped in a tight and mildly uncomfortable maroon coloured dress.

'End me.' She thought mindlessly as she took another large swig of tequila, watching everyone dance around and laugh with eachother.

George, Sapnap and Karl weren't invited to the ball, she noted.

She had heard that they weren't on good terms with Quackity as of late, and he was the one who threw this ball.

She may have been lonely at this ball, but she felt as though eyes were on her at all times. It was weird. Very weird.

Every once in a while, her eyes would land on Wilbur's tall form. He seemed lonely as well, a bored and unamused expression on his stitched face.

His eyes were kept still on Tommy who was dancing around with Tubbo and Ranboo, who both had large grins on their faces.

(Y/n) found it cute that even after dying and coming back, Wilbur still held a sort of fondness towards Tommy.

She doesn't blame him, Tommy was a good kid.

A kid that's been through too much.

The girl frowned deeply and took another shot of tequila. And just like that, the eyes were on her again. Her eyes shot from her tequila that she was swirling to Wilbur, eyes widening slightly when they met with his harsh brown eyes.

He kept eye contact, eyebrows raising slightly at her in interest before he sent her a small smile, a fake one. (Y/n) could tell it was fake from a mile away. It was one of those smiles that you give strangers as they walk passed you on a sidewalk.

Huffing out a condescending chuckle, the girl rolled her eyes at him and shook her head, drinking the last of her tequila and went back to watching everyone dance.

The action clearly stirred more curosity within him, because all of a sudden he felt himself walk over to her with a wine bottle in hand and two wine glasses in the other.

(Y/n) was snapped from her daze when she heard someone clear their throat from beside her. Her head snapped up and met with his dead-cold eyes again.

There was silence before she spoke up, her tone sharp yet inviting," Can I help you, sir?" She spoke mockingly, eyebrow raised.

Eyes swirling with amusment, the man tilted his head to the side, his white tuft of hair following with the motion along with the rest of his curly, brown locks." Mind if I sit here, ma'am?" He replied with a smiliar mocking undertone to his voice.

Clicking her tongue a little, she nodded her head to the chair on her left lazily," Knock yourself out." She droned out, frowning at the sight of her empty glass.

She was too lazy to go to the bar.

'Guess I'll die.' She thought.

"You a wine girl?" Wilbur hummed out curiously, hoping to God she'd say yes otherwise he brought another glass over for no reason and probably looked like a dumbass now-

"I'm an,' anything with alcohol in it' kind of girl." She reassured him.

'Thank fuck.' He hid his relief with sly smile," Ah, a woman after my own heart." He flirted, pouring out a glass of wine for both her and him.

She 'tched' and took the glass," You have a heart? Pfft." She grumbled, taking a long sip of the wine. The wine burned at the back of her throat before bursting into a wonderful grape flavour mixed with cherry." Mm.. Good wine."

"Very good wine." Wilbur nodded in agreement, a content look on his face.

A comfortble silence sat between them and they both decided to enjoy their wine in peace.

(Y/n) watched as Eret and Fundy joined in with Tommy, Tubbo and Ranboo. They looked like good friends dancing together. Reminded the girl of how her friendship was with George, Sapnap, Karl and Alex.

Now? It's just her.

She tried to keep the friendship from falling apart, but then Kinoko Kingdom happened and everything went to utter shit.

Las Nevadas, it was wonderful. Paradise. But it wasn't for (Y/n).

So when Quackity had asked if she wanted to join him, she refused respectfully but still said she was willing to help him with whatever he needed at all.

He was flattered, but disappointed at how she had decided against joining Las Nevadas.

She always wonders how her life would've turned out if she had accepted the invite.

"You want to dance?" The question was sudden.

When she looked up at him to see if he was joking, she was surprised to see how serious yet calm his expression was.

Raising an eyebrow, she swirled the wine in her glass and crossed her legs over one another," I'm not very good at dancing."

"And you think I am?"

She gave him a confused look," Aren't you? You look like the kinda guy that would be brilliant at ballroom dancing." She hummed out.

He chuckled raspily, eyes soft," I'm flattered, but trust me, I'm no better at dancing than Tommy." He assured her.

She looked him up and down, unconvinced before she sighed a little, giving in. She was too tired to argue at this point.

She stood up from her chair abruptly, even surprising Wilbur at the fact she had agreed. Giving him a stern yet soft look, she nodded," Let's dance then, Frankenstein."

Then she made her way to the dance floor, making Wilbur scramble from his chair with an eager grin.

They stood facing eachother before Wilbur held his hand to her, a grin tilting onto his lips," May I compliment you on your appearance this evening? You are among the brightest of flowers." He spoke with suave.

The girl blushed and she took his hand quickly, squeezing it a little." No need to flatter me, Wilbur. I am very well aware my dress is rather ugly this evening." She grumbled out grouchily.

He stared directly into her eyes,"Your dress? I hadn't noticed it." He said smoothly, his eyes never left hers," I'm sure it looks amazing on you."

The music began, saving (Y/n) from having to answer. The hand on her waist was firm and soft, almost like it was keeping her safe.

They stepped in line with eachother, (Y/n) messed up every once in a while and managed to step on her own feet and Wilbur's the first couple of minutes before she finally got into the swing of things.

Glaring up at him, she pouted," You liar."

He grinned cheekily at her," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about."

" Whatever you say, Mr. I'm worse than Tommy at dancing." She rolled her eyes.

"I never said I was worse than him. Honestly, anyone can be better than him at dancing. Let's face it."

For the first time that whole night, a small and genuine smile broke out across the girl's lips. Wilbur was enamoured by how her whole face lit up just by the slight tilt of her lips.

She looked beautiful.

"Leave Tommy alone, the kid tries his best." She smiled out.

"He does." He nodded earnestly, a little smile on his lips," I don't deserve him."

"You don't." (Y/n) spoke rather bluntly, but she still had a soft smile on her lips as she spoke her next words," but as much as he doesn't want to admit it, the kid needs you a lot. You're his big brother." She looked at the blonde-haired teen who was laughing at Ranboo who had spilled juice over Tubbo by accident. Her smile widened and her eyes were warm,"... you might just be the luckiest man in the world."

His breath was stolen from him at her words, and he couldnt help but agree with her due to the current circumstances.".... yeah... you could say that."

He held her closer to him by the waist, holding her other hand tightly and securly." So... Where did you learn to dance, Frankenstein?" She teased him, eyes bright with mischief.

A little laugh slipped through his lips," is this the nickname you'll be sticking to now?"

"You know it."

"Oh, great." He sighed out half-disappointedly before he decided to answer her question." When I was younger, my mother used to give me a lot of dance lessons with Technoblade. I requested them because I wanted to learn how to dance for this mermaid girl I had come to befriend."

"Oooh~" the girl raised her eyebrows suggestively," You're pretty romantic when you want to be, you know that?"

He shrugged, cheeks tinted a light pink that was barely noticable," the first time I'm hearing this." He admitted.

"Well... Frankenstein, you're pretty goddamn romantic when you want to be."

He grinned slyly," so you find me romantic, huh? Is that a sign for anything in particular, orrr?..."

The girl snorted a little," Hm? I don't believe I know what you're talking about." She repeated his own words.

He laughed," Touché, touché. You win this round."

Soon, the dance came to an end and the two were left still in eachother's arms, staring at eachother with enamoured looks on their faces.

Then the girl smiled at him," it wouldn't be bold of me to ask for another dance... Would it?" She requested, hope swirling in her gemstone-like irises.

"Not at all," A genuinely happy and charmed grin curled on his lips at her words and he held her body still," thought you would never ask, (Y/n)."

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⚠︎🎰 ༄𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐲༄🎰⚠︎

(Y/n) hadn't intended to be attending Quackity's party, in fact, she wasn't supposed to be attending.

She wasnt invited.

Supposing this is what she gets for not going along with Alex's whole 'Las Nevadas' gig. She prompted to stay with her friends in Kinoko Kingdom instead, thinking that Quackity wouldve done the same.

But she thought wrong.

So, so incredibly wrong.

You see, have you ever felt the feeling whenever you grow so incredibly close to someone to the point where you think you know them better than anyone else? That's how (Y/n) had felt with Alex. She was so sure that he wouldve chosen her and his friends over some nation that seemed to be setting itself up as a land of secrets and mystery.

From what she's heard, Quackity only grew all the more mysterious and distant.

He was so distant.

(Y/n) couldnt remember the last time she had seen him. The last time she's had a decent conversation.

The last time her heart fluttered around him.

She missed him, truly she did. Sometimes she debated abandoning Kinoko Kingdom in favour of running into Alex's oh-so-welcoming arms.

But her morals told her otherwise. She chose, for once in her life, to not follow her heart. But now, here she was, completely going against what her close friends had told her not to do.

She was being drawn to him again.

Using her heart to make important decisions.

And as she opened the large doors to the ballroom, all time seemed to freeze around her. Eyes shot towards her in curiosity, some with joy at being able to see her again and some with malice.

Alex was no different to the latter.

As soon as his dark eyes had met with her ethereal gemstone-like ones, he felt a buzz of electricity travel up his spine.

He couldnt diferientiate between the feeling of anger and slight awe at her beauty.

The girl fumbled with her fingers awkwardly before she sent him a shy wave, her smile soft-yet panicked as her eyes scanned over his new features.

He looked so different.

And she couldn't tell if it was the good kind of different or not.

At her shy wave, Alex cleared his throat and nodded respectfully as a goodbye to who he was talking to, which thankfully was Sam, and then he began making his way over to (Y/n).

A scowl curled onto his lips, his eyes darker than ever.

The eyes that made her feel warm and safe now froze her down to her very core.

When he was right up to her face, standing in front of her, that's when she knew--

This wasn't the Alex she had fallen in love with.

"What the hell are you doing here..." he muttered lowly to her, he grabbed her bare arm tightly- but it wasnt tight enough to hurt her, surprisingly. Then he dragged her to the exit, shoving her rather roughly outside, shitting the door behind him.

"We-well I-... If I-I'm being completely honest, I didnt exactly have a plan to come here, I just really wanted to see y-" he interrupted her.

"You didnt have a plan?? (Y/n)-- What the actual fuck makes you think I'd ever want you here?!" He was furious, eyes burning a bright fire, a fire even Sapnap couldnt withstand. " I actually cant believe you thought coming here would be a good idea. Are you actually as dumb as you were when we were still talking to eachother? You havent fucking changed."

She flinched at his harsh words but she covered up how hurt she was," Well- if you would let me explain myself, then maybe you'd understand why I'm here."

The casino owner took off his beanie, running a hand through his messy raven locks in frustration before he settled the hat back on his head," Make this damn quick. Because, in case you havent noticed, I have guests to entertain."

Gulping, the girl but her lip nervously out of habit," I know... I know I'm the last person you want to see. I know you hate my guts. But... Alex, I genuinely miss you." She spoke sincerely, eyes glassy beneath the moonlight," when I heard you were throwing this party... I couldnt help myself. I needed to see you... to hear you... to talk. God-- Just listening to you makes me so happy already." Her lip trembled," So please... let me hear you... let me see you. I'm begging... can we please talk?"

Brushing off the rush of heat that crossed his tanned cheeks, Alex looked away from her stubbornly.

He didnt want to give in easily.

But when it came to her, he was always put under a spell.

"Lo que sea.... fine." He sighed out, running a hand over his face in irritation, wincing whenever his fingers brushed over his scar." Come sit over here." He gestured to a bench that sat next to a long river that went off into the ocean, the moon reflected off of the clear water as did the stars.

The two sat next to eachother, the gap between them representing how distant they are from eachother.

"So? Talk." He prompted her, leaning back into the bench rather lazily, looking up at the sky.

Cheeks warming with happiness, she couldnt help but smile at finally being able to talk to him after so long," Thank you so much... I've been wanting to talk to you for so long after everything that happen-... What happened to your eye?" She whispered, suddenly noticing the long scar that ran over his eye and eyelid and then down to his lips.

"Oh yeah- you werent here for that," he jabbed at her," This was all Techno's doing." He gestured all over." Sorry that I'm not the perfect guy that you used to be friends with anymore."

She knew he wasnt sorry.

In fact, she knew that with his new self, he was a lot more confident.

Free.

She liked that.

Smiling at him, she shook her head," dont be silly. If this change makes you happy, then I'm happy."

His heart thumped harshly, making him clear his throat to cover up the noise in case she had heard his loud heart.

"I was just worried but... it looks kind of good on you-- err... not in a weird way or anything." She tried to cover up her slip-up," Anyways... that's not what I came here to talk abou-"

"Do you wanna dance?"

The girl's eyes widened at the sudden suggestion, gazing over Alex's features with shock. His tanned cheeks were red and he was avoiding all eye contact, eyebrows furrowed.

"... come again?" She stuttered out, her throat felt like it was closing up.

He scoffed and rolled his eyes," I asked if you wanted to dance."

The girl's heart did flips in her ribcage as her eyes fluttered,"I-... I would love to." She nodded, wobbly smile on her painted lips.

The man stood from the bench and held a hand out to her, trying his best to not smile when she eagerly grabbed it, stars in her eyes.

He moved her soft hand to his neck, making it rest there, (Y/n) then moved her other arm to wrap around his neck as well. Alex then settled his calloused hands on her pretty waist, pulling her body close to him.

He was afraid she would slip away from him again.

In truth, he had missed a hell of a lot as well, maybe even more so than she missed him.

He always debated visiting her or arranging to meet up with her, but his plans always got in the way and blurred his desire for her.

But seeing her tonight, all dressed up for him, it made him want to fall in love with her all over again.

The two swung side to side, the faint music from the ballroom guiding the two of them. Quackity rested his chin on top of her head as the girl turned her head to the side, resting her ear against his chest and listening to his thumping heartbeat.

"You look amazing." He muttered to her.

"You too... well... yeah, no you look amazing."

He chuckled lightly," why'd you hesitate?"

"Well... I wanted to think of a better word for amazing but my heart is beating too loudly for me to think properly..." she admitted.

At her heartfelt confession, Alex felt himself smile warmly for once in a long time.

He felt like a teenager in love again.

"Yeah... I feel that too." He muttered, inhaling the scent of her vanilla shampoo, biting off the dreamy sigh that threatened to spill from his lips." (Y/n)... why didnt you join me? "

The dreaded question.

"If I'm being honest... I thought you wouldve joined Kinoko Kingdom with me."

Quackity's heart clenched at the thought.

So she felt just as betrayed as he did, that makes sense to him now.

"I debated going to join Las Nevadas everyday, but I knew that meant leaving George, Sap and Karl and I felt so conflicted and just... horrible." She mumbled, feeling her eyes beginning to water," It was hard, Alex.... I wanted to see you so so bad... But I also wanted to be a good friend... I felt like I was the bad guy either way, and I just wanted to make both parties happy.... I hated being away from you... God... I hated it so much." She sniffled, making Alex pull her closer to him," seeing you now... you dont understand how happy it makes me feel..."

The man sighed a little and kissed leaned away from her, cupping her cheek and then moving it so she was face him. He tilted her head up a little so he could see her teary eyes, feeling his heart call out to her to comfort her.

He ran a thumb over her cheek, wiping away the mascara and tears and when she blinked up at him innocently, he couldnt stop himself from smiling down at her reassuringly.

"I wanted to see you so much as well... I felt my heart ache every night to see you..." he began, pressing his forehead against hers," I'm sorry for treating you like shit... you deserve so much damn better... (Y/n), I'm begging. Please stay with me, will you?"

Her breath hitched.

"Stay by my side... please?"

Her heart stopped.

"I want to be with you all the time."

Her tears stopped falling.

"I love you."

And she smiled, wider than she ever has.

"I've been waiting so long to hear that..." She whispered to him," I love you too, Alex."

He grinned down at her crookedly," Deadass?"

"On god."

"Fuck- I'm not dreaming, right?" He then had a mischievous glint twinkle in his dark eyes," Maybe you should kiss me to seal the deal?"

She snorted," you're asking me to initiate it? Dont you think you're moving a bit fast, lover boy?"

"I think you're moving too slow and that you talk too much." He stated simply before he leaned down, capturing her soft lips in a messy kiss, their lips molding together as soon as they came in contact.

It's the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

His hands flattened against her back... and she was up on the tips of her toes, kissing him as fiercely as he was kissing her... He clung to her more tightly, knotting his hands in her hair, trying to tell her, with the press of his mouth on hers, all the things he could never say out loud...

And as her lips rubbed against his chapped ones, she knew her life was set with his, nobody else.

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[ktheist]

girls like you [don’t] run ‘round with guys like me | m

characters. popular!reader x shy!jimin

genre. college au. rich kids au. fwb au. eventual ceo au. eventual racer au.

words. 4k

warnings. 18+

note. this is a repost. tumblr messed up my exposure last time. this fic didn’t show up in search and it’s probably a third post of mine that ends up like this. this one probably won’t either but posting bc someone might see it and like it.

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It’s easy to tell when Park Jimin is in love.

Unlike Kim Seokjin, his eccentric, dad joke-loving friend, Jimin would only wear the pastel pink when he’s feeling giggly and shy and mushy inside.

The source of said feelings being either the barista he goes to get his daily dose of coffee from, or the girl at the library he studies at during finals or well, right now it’s the girl he’s fucking almost every day of the week - you.

“What are you doing?” Seokjin looks at him like he just dumped a spoonful of salt in a broth that needs a little, teensy bit of sugar.

Or his face seems to say that as he goes on, “she’s a mean girl. She’s mean.”

Jimin isn’t sure if Seokjin’s aware that he’s just repeated the same thing twice.

“She calls you Chim!” The older man reiterates.

“Yeah, it’s…” Jimin trails off, the heartwarming image of you cuddling into him after yet another mindblowing sex, flashing at the back of his mind, “...her pet name for me.”

“Sounds to me like she can’t remember your actual name,” Min Yoongi interjects from the couch he’s claimed for himself ever since they got to their usual hangout.

It’s a penthouse Jimin’s parents bought him on his 18th birthday. Him and the boys would hang around there after they’re done with classes or just need a place to crash whenever they have problems with their girlfriends or boyfriends or parents or any sort of problem that renders their usual room not sleepable.

“I think we can just agree we have different wants,” Jeongguk - or the sanest of them all, as Jimin likes to call him - chirps in, taking a bite of the apple he got from the fridge.

“Exactly,” Jimin throws his hands up as if freed from his elder friends’ judge-filled eyes. The vibration of his phone in his lap gives him even more comfort to know that he finally has an excuse to slip away - he checks his phone, your name flashing in the bubble that says ‘hey, wyd?’

“I have to go, it’s ___.”

A series of groans and hollers equally erupts from the men in the room at the realization of what Jimin’s ‘having to go’ means.

And so it goes. Jimin finds himself under your blanket that smells like fresh laundry - it’s a nude green color compared to the pleated black and white from last time. Your head is on his chest and he’s caressing your hair like it’s the softest thing he’s ever laid his hands on.

Besides your boobs, that is.

“I was thinking… since we have Monday off… maybe we could-”

It’s the way you push yourself off him, eyes that are onto him gazing straight into his soul, “oh shoot, Monday’s a public holiday. I totally forgot! I have to meet my parents. My dad’s been nagging me to come back since I skipped Christmas and New Year.”

And there goes his chance to ask you out on a date.

“Oh yeah, what were you saying about Monday?”

Jimin wears the biggest fake smile he can muster, “just that… me and the boys are gonna hang out and we’re bringing our girlfriends and boyfriends and uh- doesn’t have to be someone you’re exclusively seeing,” he almost chokes at the almost-admittance that he has the fattest crush on you and wants to make it official by inviting you to a couple’s-only hang out, “but like, I don’t think I’m going, it’s boring anyway.”

He waves his hand dismissively, trying to play it cool.

You make a cooing sound, eyebrows knitting together as your lips pout cutely before a playful smile blooms on your face, “I know what you’re trying to say.”

“You do?” Jimin thinks he heard his heart dropping to his stomach.

“Yeah, you’re single and all the boys have someone special they’re gonna bring… it’s gonna be awkward as hell because they’re gonna act different because they’re around their special someone so you thought if I was there, it’d be more fun because at least you have a friend with you that’s not gonna act fake the whole time there but I can’t go so you decided you’re not going too like a minute ago.”

Silence lulls in after your analogy that you sound so sure of when, in fact, he has a whole list of things he’d do on the date which he may or may not have gone over a hundred times in his head.

Doesn’t matter now, since that date is a no-go.

He’s going to delete that list off his phone once he gets to his place and drink himself silly until he wipes it out of his mind.

“Yeah,” Jimin says a moment later, “yeah… I mean, girls in love are cute but boys in love are just… annoying.”

The week flies by without Jimin ever mentioning Monday and you’ve showed him the clothes you’re going to wear to visit your parents because apparently-

“It’s lunch at some five star Michelin restaurant and I think they’re gonna tell me they’re getting a divorce,” your voice drifts into the room from the open, walk-in closet.

“If they’re not in some long, dreadful battle on who gets the holiday house with the pool and the dogs - how do I look?” You step out, in a frilly creme sweater with a black ribbon tied around the collar of your white undershirt with a black pleated skirt that stops mid-thighs, just inches from your black stockings.

A glaring contrast to your collection of washed out skinny jeans, plain t-shirts and sneakers.

“You… look…” Jimin knows he should stop openly ogling at your never-before-seen drip but there’s just something about the creme colored sweater.

“Like a good girl?” You offer with a smile Jimin couldn’t quite put a name to. Somehow he notices a trace of sadness in your eyes, but you disappear into the closet too soon.

“I’ll think about what to wear the morning I need to wear it,” you’re in the middle of pulling off the sweater when Jimin comes up behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your boobs like they’re his.

The sound of your giggle is music to his ears.

That is, until his boner brushes against your butt and you gasp, “Chim! We just did it.”

“I know but you look so cute in that sweater.” He sounds exactly like Jeongguk. Like a fuckboy.

Like one of the boys you got tired of before you finally noticed him, the quiet, shy guy who’s friends with the outgoing, baby-faced Jeon Jeongguk whom - Jimin hates to admit it but he thinks about this every once so often and gets jealous all on his own - you’ve humped and dumped.

How you and Jeongguk still manage to stay friends and tease each other about the other’s choice of partners, Jimin doesn’t know.

It’s like a twin calling the other ugly.

He wonders if you and him will still stay friends after…

Jimin pushes the thought out of his mind. It’s not hard to forget everything when he’s with you - when he’s kissing you on the mouth like you’re the only girl he’ll want to spend the rest of his college life with and maybe his old days with together too.

“Chim, I can’t get my shirt creased,” you say but you’re already dripping wet and laying down in said shirt that’s half ridden up from him sucking and biting on your nipples.

He stopped you when you tried to take off your clothes.

“I’ll wash it and iron it for you,” he negotiates just as he rolls the condom over his length.

The sound of your giggle makes his heart skip a beat. Or maybe that’s the libido?

Either way, your mouth clamps shut when he pulls you down against him by the dip of your waist.

A different kind of hymn leaves your lips as Jimin throws his head back, relishing in the feeling of you around him.

When Monday rolls around, Jimin’s lying on the bean bag with his two legs sprawled over the floor. The boys are all out with either their significant others, working part-time or at a party.

The worn out baseball Jimin’s been tossing in the air and catching with one hand finally hits him square in the face when he hears the doorbell, signaling the presence of someone at the door and that someone being none of the boys because they would just punch in the code and strut in like they own the place.

Jimin thought maybe it’s Yoongi - the guy couldn’t even remember what he had for dinner and actually forgot the passcode to his own rental room once.

So he didn’t think to check who it was.

When your bright smile and slightly puffy eyes flash in front of him, Jimin thinks his soul just yeeted itself out of his body.

“Hey!” You sing song, holding up two plastic bags of beers and snacks.

It takes a moment for him to snap out of his stupor and grab them from your hands and then stepping aside to let you in.

“Is… everyone late or am I just early?” You sound increasingly confused as you step further into the center of the room, standing right next to the bean bag he was laying in just a moment ago.

“Oh-” he says once before he opens his mouth the second time, ready to spurt out another lie, “oh yeah… we decided not to ‘cause why hang out in a group when you can hang out with your significant other… you know, just the two of you… doing what couples do…”

“Huh,” you say, nodding though not quite believing him but you being you, easily lets it slide, plopping on the bean bag and grabbing the closest thing to you which is the ball that hit Jimin in the face - he’s sure he has a circular mark smack dab in the area on the top of his nose bridge, in between his eyes.

The dress you end up wearing is creme colored and riding up your thighs - Jimin swallows thickly and give extra attention to the bottle opener.

“So… how did lunch go?” He pops two beers open and hands one to you, taking a seat on Yoongi’s favorite couch and admiring how your dress is taking the shape of your body as gravity pulls it down.

“Oh, you know, everyone was being fake and acting like the perfect role in the family,” you put the beer down a few inches above your head so as to not tip it over with the ball you’re waving around but not throwing in the air like Jimin did.

“Sounds suffocating,” Jimin repeats a similar answer he gives whenever you use that dismissive tone while talking about your family.

“...are you okay?” Then he asks - and he’s genuinely asking - about your state of mind while casually downing the beer and feeling the bitterness lessen with every gulp.

The silence that lapses in between you is familiar.

“If I say no, can I get a hug?” It’s the look in your eyes, glimmering like the lake he used to go to in summer.

“Always,” he sets his beer down on the table next to the couch and goes over to you, standing on his knees before bending down and engulfing you in his arm.

You’ve always had a knack for picking yourself up.

When he sees you the next time, which is on instagram and a post of you having lunch with your friends, Jimin could hardly believe that’s the girl who asked him for a hug as if she’s afraid she’ll be putting him in an uncomfortable spot by asking for too much.

But there’s something…

Like an invisible wall made of ice that he can’t thaw through nor can he climb over to get to the other side where you are. Where you keep the people you love the closest. Closer than he’ll ever be.

Jeon Jeongguk is one of them.

In the picture of five people huddled close to fit in the frame, Jeongguk has his arm over you with a peace sign while you lean your head on his neck but not actually resting on it - like it’s an unconscious action you’d do because you’ve done that plenty of times.

Is it when you two were together?

Everyone he knows, knows that you and Jeongguk used to be more than just friends at some point.

Sometimes he still hears people talking about you two in passing.

‘Did ___ and Jeongguk get back together? I saw in Jeongguk’s snapstory - they were in a club or something.’

‘No way. There goes my chance of getting close with Jeongguk.’

‘Girl, with ___ hanging around him 24/7, do you think he’d look at girls like us?’

‘A girl can dream though.’

Jimin wanted to open his mouth and tell them they deserve way better than Jeon Jeongguk - though they’re not prettier than you.

He thinks you’re the loveliest girl on planet earth and if there was another life form on another planet, he’s almost a hundred percent sure you’d still be prettiest being in the universe with your obsession for skinny jeans and the way you’d unconsciously pout when he talks about how things weren’t going his way that day as if you would’ve exchanged your abundance of luck with his shitty one just because you’ve got that big of a heart and how you’d be walking with your friends, laughing and giggling and when you see him, you’d wave at him like you’re good friends.

Second only to Jeongguk and your friend group that you’re always hanging out with.

“Oh, ___? We were childhood friends.”

“Hmm… Gguk and I became friends because our parents are friends.”

The two of them say at different times and settings when Jimin asked, trying to play it cool. Like he isn’t just brimming with jealousy. Like he’s not half-way to losing his mind because the girl of his dreams just went to a retreat with his friend-of-a-friend-turned-actual-friend together when everyone else in the group who was excitedly planning for the trip - couldn’t make it.

The rooms at the inn weren’t even pre-booked. It was owned by Jeongguk’s family and they didn’t deposit any money for the trip for them to rationalize going on that trip anyway despite everyone else not being to go.

“The trip? It was fun, if you want we can go together next time.”

Jimin isn’t sure if you even mean that when he asked how the trip went after you’re glistening with the glow of after sex and scrolling through instagram, liking posts of everyone you know.

But then three months later, on your break, Jimin is hit with a ‘keep your schedule free next week for a whole week!!!’

Then he finds himself at a five star hotel by the beach with the most breathtaking view of the sea.

It wasn’t the inn owned by the Jeon’s but Jimin liked the fact that you brought him to a place - and he hopes his assumptions are true - your friends have never been before. Especially Jeongguk.

“Woah, this place is better than I thought,” a king sized bed lies directly across from the balcony where you’re standing, hair flying behind your back as the seaside breeze blows into the room.

“We can watch the sun rise and set from our bed,” Jimin comments for the sake of saying something.

He’s not sure what this means. He’s not sure if he should be having a boner at the thought of the two of you being together for a whole week without any other person getting in the way. He’s not sure if his heart should be thumping this fast.

For the first time since he’s known you, Park Jimin is the most unsure he’s ever been.

“You know what I wanna watch?” Your hands slip in his as you stand between him  and the open balcony door, “you under me, biting your lips because you’re still shy about the sound you make.”

So when you tug him back into the bedroom just minutes after checking in, naturally, Park Jimin follows like he’s been bewitched by your ungodly beauty.

Once the one week of nothing but heavenly morning wishes and passionate night kisses - oh, there was more than just kissing but Jimin remembers how your lips meld so perfectly together with his the most - Jimin is sure.

‘Something definitely changed.’

He thinks maybe it’s not impossible to dream of a future with you even after college.

“Jimin I-... I’m not at a point in life to be thinking about relationships,” you say, hand gripping your arm, head lowered as if your whole body is saying sorry.

“O-oh,” is all he says, he hearts his heart breaking and his chest caving.

All of a sudden, the lights in Gangnam city doesn’t seem so bright anymore.

You both live your last year pretending like the other doesn’t exist. He doesn’t look at you when he passes you and neither did you. Only talks to Jeongguk even though you’re right next to the aforementioned man - granted you were talking with your other friends like you didn’t even notice him there.

But Jimin’s never felt so invisible in his life than he does now.

Then, graduation rolls around and he thinks finally, he won’t have to walk through the hallway and pretend like he didn’t see you. Don't have to keep a five feet distance whenever you meet up for a group project.

Park Jimin doesn’t need to see your pretty face and starry eyes anymore.

“Jimin… do you have a minute?”

Or so he thought.

“So… congrats on surviving college,” you make small talk while standing just ten feet away from the boys whom he’s sure are speculating on what you’re talking about.

Jimin never got to prove to his friends that you’re not the mean, name-forgetting girl they all thought.

Jeongguk knows you’re not. He’s always backing Jimin up when Jimin’s debunking their passing accusations about you.

“Sometimes things just don’t work out between two people but doesn’t mean one of them is the bad guy.” Jeongguk's words put an end to their debate of whether Jimin deserved better than you or not.

For someone young, Jeongguk spoke his mind decidedly.

Jimin felt ashamed that he’d ever been jealous of Jeongguk’s relationship with you.

“I just… didn’t wanna leave things on a bad note. I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings when I said no but I really like spending time with you - whether it’s sex or just staying over and cuddling for hours… I like it all.” You say the word sex and cuddle like they’re used interchangeably and Jimin thinks his heart just fluttered.

And you’d said it in public where your everyone can see or possibly pick up on what you were saying, at that.

Well, one thing’s for sure, you’ve got bigger balls than he does.

“My feelings are the same as six months ago and call me crazy but I don’t think you dislike me either.” He finally says and it feels like a deadweight has been lifted off his shoulders.

There comes that pout, as if something is bothering you and you always ever pout like that when that something concerns him.

“You kidding me? I can never dislike you.”

The Jimin from six months ago would have stared at you with disbelief and a dust of pink on his cheeks. But the Jimin he is now simply smiles, heart thumping in his chest. He nods.

“Thanks for telling me that,” and Jimin knows that’s the closest to an ‘I like you’ he can get with the girl who builds an ice fortress around her heart.

A whole year passes by and Jimin finds himself in different shades of grey every day, working at his dad’s company and attending dinner meetings. Life comes to a standstill while time passes him by.

“So, like, you have a sports car, right? Why don’t you come over to the race circuit after dinner? Everyone’s gonna be there.”

Jeongguk tells him over the phone.

And by ‘everyone’ he means the sons and daughters in the corporate world. It’s networking at its finest.

When he’s there, three cars are already racing in the circuit. The smell of burnt rubber and the sound of tires screeching against asphalt isn’t exactly his favorite but they have cheap booze instead of fine wine and he knows the people here are in for the same thing as he is.

An escape.

Away from the grandeur of fine wine and dinner dresses and the elders breathing down their necks and having to act like the next heir to the legacy they were born to carry.

“That Chevrolet over there,” Jeongguk comes, hand on Jimin’s back as his other one that’s holding a bottle of beer points at a red car that looks like a racing fireball, “everyone’s betting on that one tonight.”

Jimin doesn’t know there’s a bet.

“I’ll skip the bet this time ‘round. Haven’t seen the driver yet,” he shrugs dismissively.

Even in stock investment, he’d learned to study the market first before placing his best bet.

Jeongguk leaves his side when his friends - he’s got new ones now - beckons him over. At the same time, the Chevrolet passes the finish line seconds before the Ford Mustang and McLaren 720s, making it the winner of the night.

The driver seems like a show off with the way the car rolls up to the audience, the sound of its engines revving into the night being met with cheers of half-drunk young adults.

Arrogance is a man’s downfall.

Jimin’s about to turn around and head for the exit when the door of the car gets pushed open. The driver steps out, decked in black and red leather jeans and jackets that seem to match the car.

But it’s the smooth, silken hair that cascades past the helmet that catches his eyes.

Park Jimin’s seen many arrogant men in his life but he’s only ever seen one woman with balls and looks good wearing them.

“___! ___! ___!” The crowd starts cheering as you pull off the helmet, holding it underneath your arm and waist.

Your eyes are as brilliant as the night sky full of stars. They’re tinged with shock and then recognition. And finally, you smile that gorgeous smile that gets you misunderstood often as a woman who doesn’t need anything or anyone but uses them as they come.

But Park Jimin knows better than anyone, how wholeheartedly happy that smile looks when you see him.

Like meeting a good friend after a long time.

Seven months down the road, Jimin finds himself with just a blanket draped over his waist while you’re taking a shower in his bathroom to get ready to head to Hong Kong for a business trip.

He hears the sound of the shower head being turned off. The tapping of your foot around his bedroom as you pick up your clothes that are strewn all over the floor.

Then the bed dips ever so gently under your weight as you climb over to him, the fresh scent of shower get filling his senses.  Lips press a deep, lingering kiss on his. As if you don’t want to go to a place where he won’t be.

A few socials and midnight races after his first meeting with you after a long time, you asked him if he’s seeing someone.

“If I say yes, what will you do?” It’s playful at first, because Jimin didn’t want to get himself hurt the second time.

But it’s the way you tilted your head, a finger tapping on your chin as you pondered on his words, “that’s a problem because I don’t want to be that girl that steals another girl’s man,” then you looked at him like you know he’s the one you want to wake up to every morning and the last face you see when you sleep at night and if you can’t have that. then-

“Can you be mine… just for tonight?”

“I don’t think I can.” The crestfallen expression you wear makes his own heart break, even if it’s just for a split second-

“Because I’m not seeing anyone but I’m in that point in life where I want a serious relationship or nothing at all.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is how he doesn’t want a relationship if it’s not with the girl who still haunts his dreams even after all this time.

Just like how you’d turned him down because you weren’t looking to be in a relationship before, you’d courted Jimin like you’d want to spend your whole life with him now.

Flowers got sent to his office everyday until it smells nothing short of floral. You’d be there, waving at him like he’s your savior in that dreadful social you were both attending. Every week, you’d plan dinner dates under the guise of catching up.

Before you race, you’d look over to where he’s standing, as if saying ‘this one’s for you’ before slipping into your car and coming out first every single time.

As if you were making up for every month of the year that you’d let life pass you by.

Now you’ve won a total of 36 races since he met you and the metal band you gifted him on the night of your 12th win feels warm against his skin. As if it’s absorbed all the love and adoration you poured into it.

And you’re wearing that ring he got you on your birthday on your finger that’s resting on his chest where his heart is as he kisses you back just as reluctant to let you leave.

But Park Jimin knows wherever you are, wherever you will be - you will always find your way back to each other.

Back home.

#bts smut #jimin smut #bts fics #jimin fic #bts fanfic #jimin fanfic #jimin x you #bts x you #bts x reader #jimin x reader #jimin fics #bts fic #bts fanfics #jimin fanfics #jimin scenarios #bts scenarios

[kuroos-moon]

Jealous Fuck Buddy Kiyoomi

☀︎︎ Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader

☀︎︎ Alternate prompt: Jealous Fuck Buddy Satori

☀︎︎ Wc: 3.8 k words

☀︎︎ Genre: smut with fluff at the end 

☀︎︎ Warnings: nsfw, public sex, degradation, oral (f receiving), bit of angst

Both of your pants and shaky breaths fill his bedroom after having chased each other’s high. It was early in the morning, an hour before practice starts and you gently run your fingers through his dark curls which were slightly moist with his sweat. He rests on top of you, recovering his breath as he litters sloppy kisses on your neck, adoring you for how good you take him in, you always do. 

You were in a no strings attached relationship, yes it was untypical of Sakusa to have such a relationship with you but he knew you were clean. He eyed you head to toe the moment you were introduced as their new manager and he likes how you sanitized your hands regularly and wore a mask, but more than that, he loves your personality. 

He knew he was in love with you from the moment you scolded Bokuto for touching his things, telling him “to respect Sakusa’s germaphobe tendencies,” but somehow you were always sweet to everyone, as much as he wanted you to be more than just a fuck buddy, he couldn’t risk your rejection, so he forced himself to be content with it, at least he knew you weren’t fucking other guys, right? 

“Oomi, we still have practice to attend to,” you mumble as you kiss the top of his head and he lazily pushes himself off you. “Was I too rough?” He asks, his voice filled with concern when you wince as you were about to get up. “Rougher than usual I’d say,” you chuckle as you cup his face in your hand and give him a small peck on the cheek. 

It devastated you that you were mere fuck buddies, every single day, you’d fall deeper for him. He was always caring with you wherever you both were; may it be inside the walls of his bedroom after he just mercilessly pounded into you or while you were hanging out as his team’s manager. 

He stood naked before you as you sat at the edge of his bed, eyeing the masterpiece called Sakusa Kiyoomi. He was ripped in all aspects, and you blush as you remember what miracles his big member made you experience, how his fingers so skillfully made you moan his name, made you beg for more of him. 

“Like what you see?” He smugly asks as he stares down at you and you merely click your tongue in mock annoyance, “as if,” you deny, making him roll his eyes. It sums up your whole dynamic, you’d whisper the most loving things to each other as you satisfy each other’s needs, but after that, your conversations were a non-stop teasing and denying how you love fucking each other. 

“Come on, I’ll clean you up,” he says, holding out his hand for you to take and you look at him in surprise. He has never asked you to take a shower with him before. “What? Too painful to stand?” He asks, and you swear you hear slight irritation in his voice when you don’t take his hand. 

Without waiting for you to say anything, he hooks an arm under your knees and the other behind your back as he carries you to his bathroom, making you slap his chest. “At least warn me before hoisting me up,” you hiss at him and for the nth time that morning, he rolls his eyes at you. 

~`~`~`~`~`~`~`~

They were on break, and Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu were sat on the floor as he stood a foot away from them and near the wall. He follows your figure as you make your way over and sit beside Atsumu, his eyes narrowing. He always noticed how the both of you were particularly close, closer than everyone else in the team- even your fans notice, they always had some silly conspiracy that you were going out with Atsumu. 

As mature as he was to simply ignore such rumors, he couldn’t help but get easily irked at every interaction you make with the flirtatious blonde. 

“Y/n why couldn’t you go out with me last night?” Atsumu asks you with a pout, “I wasn’t feeling well, I told you,” you lie and Sakusa raises a brow at you in an ‘are you kidding me?’ manner. Why do you even have plans with him at night? And what kind of excuse was that? Not feeling well? From what he recalls, he made you feel too well last night as he made you cum again and again, on his face, in his mouth and on his fat cock as he filled you up. 

“Y/n you didn’t tell me you’re on the dating phase with Tsumu already!” Bokuto whines, and Sakusa had to hold back a scoff. “We’re not,” you say with a laugh, “We’re not? Was it all nothing to you babe?” Atsumu asks you in fake hurt, everyone knew it was a joke but Kiyoomi just wanted to kick the back of his head in annoyance. 

“Of course we aren’t,” you pinch his cheek, “that was a one night thing, babe,” you tease and everyone, including you, froze at what you said; more importantly, Sakusa felt a wave of sudden irritation, jealousy and betrayal all at once as he processed what you said, and judging from how you reacted after you let that slip, your words were true. So you’ve already fucked Atsumu, he thought as he inhales a sharp breath, trying to calm himself down. 

“WHAT Y/N WHAT DO YOU MEAN?” Hinata exclaims as you bury your face in your hands, scolding yourself for your stupidity while Atsumu just chuckles at you with a smug look on his face. “ATSUMU WHAT DOES SHE MEAN?” Bokuto asks and you groan because you know they won’t let this go; and catching the look on Sakusa’s eyes, you were actually afraid he was gonna end whatever you guys have. 

“We fucked,” Atsumu shrugs and you slap his shoulder, your eyes narrowing at him and he just smirks as he looks at you. “I wouldn’t say it was a one time thing y/n,” he teases. “We did it a lot of times, didn’t we? Until the sun came up,” he chuckles at how red you were. Frustrated at him, you march off with a huff, going inside the locker room. 

Sakusa took this as his chance to talk to you but he stops in his tracks when Atsumu follows you inside. He could practically feel his eye twitch as his patience for the blonde ran out. Not caring anymore if anyone finds out about your little arrangement, he also enters the locker room, and he swears that a nerve within him snaps at such an annoyingly filthy sight before him. 

“You’re not so smug now, are you babe?” you slur at Atsumu who was seated at the bench, his arms around your waist as you sit on his lap, teasing him with how close your lips were. You shift your eyes to Kiyoomi who had just entered the room, and you immediately pull away from Atsumu. 

Not that you were both exclusive to each other, you just somehow don’t want him to think you like someone else. “Wow, I’m really sorry to interrupt,” Sakusa says in a low voice as he looks coldly at you, half of his face covered with a mask. 

“Uh- n-no, you weren’t interrupting anything,” you nervously say and he merely narrows his eyes at you before leaving the locker room. You felt chills run down your spine, he was absolutely terrifying and cold, something you never expected him to be when it came to you. “What’s his deal?” the oblivious blonde asks you and you just groan. 

“Oomi,” you call as you follow him outside and the other players just look at the both of you. He ignores your attempts to get his attention as he walks away, he was just so pissed at you, the image of you in another’s arms, your lips that close, “Kiyoomi,” you say again as you finally caught his wrist. 

“Don’t touch me,” he glares, making you shiver. He was scary, even the others who watched you two didn’t want to be at the receiving end of such a hostile glare. “No, why are you mad? Don’t be mad,” you say, holding his hand with both of yours just incase he’ll want to pull away. 

“I said don’t touch me with those filthy hands,” he says in a calm voice as he pulls his hand away from you. “What the hell’s wrong with you?!” You shout at him in frustration. “If you’re mad about something, you better tell me, stop acting so-” you yelp when he hoists you up over his shoulder. 

“Oomi, what the fuck, put me down,” you slap his back but he ignores you. Without saying a word, he carries you inside the now filled locker room, and the boys look at you in surprise. Putting you down, you glare at his sudden actions and he simply gives you a side glance before he makes his way to his locker. 

Grabbing a towel and some change of clothes, he makes his way back in front of the team and beside you. “No one better enter the shower,” he glares at all of them with a serious face. "bUT wHyyyY?” Atsumu whines and Sakusa sharply looks at him with narrowed eyes. “I need a good fuck, that’s why,” he deadpans before he drags you to the showers, with you looking down in embarrassment at Sakusa’s words as the players fell silent, surprised and confused by his behavior.

He pushes you to the wall, placing his hand momentarily behind your back so it wouldn’t hurt you. The shower was running, with water trickling down his back as he hungrily kisses your lips, not caring if he made them swell as he sucks on your bottom lip, biting on it as he slightly pulls away before he meets your lips again, shoving in his tongue, hoping you’d know how much it hurt him to see you that close with someone else. 

A hand tightly grips you waist as the other cups your cheek, pulling you closer and not giving you a chance to catch your breath as he kisses you. His kisses slowly leave your lips, traveling towards your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses there before you tilt your head to grant him access to your neck, arousal built up inside you as you press your thighs together. 

“Oomii, ah,” you moan, the dark-haired boy ruthlessly sucking on your neck as if he wants to mark you as his. His hands trace the sides of your stomach before he moves them up your breasts, wanting to touch every bit of you because they are his to touch. 

Your moans were driving him insane and he wanted to shove his throbbing cock inside you, but you simply needed to be punished first. He gives you a short kiss on the lips before he pulls away from you, the icy look in his eyes were back. He pulls your arms which were gripping his shoulders away from him, “you think you deserve to touch me?” He asks, the dark look never leaving his eyes and with the way he was being, you can’t help but feel more turned on. He was mad about Atsumu, he was jealous, and his reaction made you somewhat pleased. 

“You’re jealous Oomi,” you tease him, pulling your arms away from his hold as you cup his cheeks with both your hands. “You’re a filthy little slut aren’t you?” He hums as he leans into your touch, closing his eyes, before he opens them to look at you again, now filled with lust. “Don’t you dare touch me unless I tell you to,” he commands as he sank down on his knees, one hand gripping both your wrists behind you tightly. 

You shiver as he kisses your lower stomach, slowly going south, looking up at you as you anticipated for his mouth to be where you needed it most, making him scoff at you. He hooks your left leg up his shoulder, exposing him to your wet and needy cunt, clenching around nothing. He kisses your inner thigh, sucking gently on your skin, placing his tongue anywhere but there. 

“Oomii, ah, please,” you beg, as you resist his hold on your wrists, wanting to touch his hair and guide him to where he should be. “Please what? He asks, pretending to be oblivious to your needs, continuing to harass your skin with his mouth, making you whine again. He blows lightly on your cunt, making you let out another moan. “Please what?” He repeats, looking up at you as you try to catch your breath while you look at him, down on his knees, your leg over his shoulder- he was too painfully close to your cunt, you wanted him to eat you out so badly. 

“Fuck me, please, make me cum,” you beg him and he raises a brow at you. “Wouldn’t you rather have Atsumu do it love?” He taunts and as you were about to complain about how he was being a dick, he rubs his thumb over your clit and he enjoyed how you tensed as you raise your head in pleasure. “Look at me y/n,” he commands and you do so. “Let me see when I ruin you without even having me inside,” the side of his lips slightly tugs upward in a smile that didn’t mean any good. 

He shoves a finger inside of you, his eyes never leaving your face as you moaned and begged for more before he inserts another finger in, thrusting in and out inside of you at a slow pace, shoving them knuckles-deep inside, slightly curling them against you tight walls, before he pulls them out, sucking on his fingers to taste your juice. 

“So wet for me,” he mutters before he finally brings his lips to your cunt, sucking gently on your folds before he slowly and teasingly slides his tongue from your entrance and up your clit, “Fuck, Oomi,” you moan, your arms still trying to resist his hold which only encouraged him to tighten his grip, forgetting the fact that he might bruise you. 

His tongue skillfully flicks at your clit, rubbing his wet muscle against it, the friction making the knot in your lower abdomen tighten as you can’t seem to stop yourself from moaning his name like it’s the only name you know. He knew you were close, so he doesn’t stop, instead he shoves his fingers knuckles-deep back inside of you, thrusting in and out, matching the pace of his tongue which circled your clit. 

“Oomi, nggh, baby, fuck, ah I- I’m about to,” and he simply hums in approval, his dick twitching at the pretty sounds you make. He takes away his fingers, replacing your inside with his tongue, his thumb rubbing against your clit instead. He always likes to taste you, you were simply so addicting and he will never get enough. “Oomi,” you gasp, letting out a shaky breath, the pleasure overwhelming you with his tongue eating you out like that, with one last cry of his name, you finally cum on him. 

Your knees were weak as you catch your breath as you panted heavily while Sakusa was busying himself with slurping your cum in his mouth. He gently places your leg back down from his shoulder before he stands on his full height, towering over you. Sakusa wraps an arm around you waist, the other still tightly holding your wrists together behind your back as he kisses you hungrily. 

He rests his forehead against yours and looks at you when you pull away, “let go of my arms I wanna touch you,” you say with a pout. He does as you say and you instantly wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your lips against his and shoving your tongue in his mouth as you run your fingers through his damp curls. 

He doesn’t break the kiss as he slightly lowers himself to place his arm below your ass, lifting you up before you wrap your legs around his waist. “Oomi you’re so hard for me,” you say in between pants as he sucks on you neck, his hard cock pressed at the bottom of your thigh. “I won’t be so gentle this time, y/n,” he groans as you take him in your hand, giving him a stroke. 

“but Oomi I���m still sore,” you say but you let out a loud wince when he readjusts you and enters his cock inside of you. With an arm wrapped around your waist and your back leaning on the wall, he slowly pulls out before slamming back into you, flooding your system with pain. Sakusa was never gentle, that’s why he gave you the best nights- sometimes mornings- of your life; but right now, he wasn’t being considerate at all. 

He pounds inside of you, occasional groans escaping his throat, getting lost at the feeling of your tight walls around him. Soon enough, you get used to the pain as you clench yourself around him, waves of pleasure dawning onto you with every thrust he makes, balls-deep inside of you. 

“So fucking tight,” he groans, the shower room filled with his silent and soft moans in contrast to your loud ones. You bite his shoulder as you remember that there are people outside who could hear you, but Sakusa didn’t take that too well. He wants them to hear you, he wants Atsumu to hear how good he’s fucking you. 

You let out another scream as he rolls his pelvis, roughly thrusting into you again as his fat cock presses against just the right spot, its veins against your wet walls. “Oomi, ah, please, they’re outside,” you pant, your chest aggressively rising and falling as he fucked you so good. “Do you even want me to stop?” He huskily whispers against your ear as you feel his sharp breaths. “Or do you really not want that filthy little runt to know how good I make you feel y/n, is that it?” He asks, his tone icy as he sped up his pace, leaving you a moaning mess as tears rolled down your cheeks- both of pain and pleasure. 

You couldn’t even form the right words, you were in such a bliss. “Does he fuck you better y/n? Do you scream louder for him?” He growls, his thrusts getting more aggressive as his need for more of you gets mixed up with the jealousy he felt. “N-no,” you moan, tugging at his hair as you feel your second orgasm near. “Only you Oomi, ah, only you, I swear fuck,” you hiss, locking your ankles together, “Oomi, I’m cumming, ah, Oomi, Oomi,” you repeatedly moan his name, “don’t cum without me,” he commands, wanting you to be at his mercy a little longer. He was really so pissed about having found out you’ve already fucked Atsumu, and to add to the flame, he even walks in on the both of you in that position. 

“You’re such a disloyal little slut you know that?” He says in your ear, his deadly voice only making you want to cum even more. “Why would you turn to someone else when I already fuck you this good,” he lets out another groan, as he feels himself about to cum into you as well. You choke out a sob, it was all too much, the painful pleasure, your sore muscles, it was too much to handle that your head was getting clouded. If he heard that sob sometime else when he wasn’t blinded by jealousy and anger, he would’ve been concerned. 

“It was before you Oomi, ah, before I- I even met you,” you answer him through your slight sobs and he felt somewhat guilty at that. “Cum for me, angel,” he sighs, pressing an apologetic kiss on your neck as he lets out a loud groan before he releases inside of you simultaneously as you cum. You both heavily pant, you’re back on your feet as you bury your face on his chest, leaning on him for support while he securely hugs you against him. 

The guilt of how rough he had been with you now catching up on him as he kisses the top of your head, he sighs as he strokes your hair, dragging you backwards with him so that the both of you could feel the cold water running from the shower. Pulling you away from him, he plants a small kiss on your lips, looking at your eyes for any sign of resentment for how he had been earlier. 

“I’m so sorry y/n, does it hurt?” He asks you, caressing your cheek. He had always been rough with you in the past but it was never without your approval, he would always listen to you if you were in pain and he’d be worried unlike a while ago. 

He frowns a bit when you don’t respond to him, so he continues on taking care of you. Washing your hair, cleaning your body, he gulps down in guilt as he sees the slight bruise that had formed in your wrist and how he has covered your neck with so many hickeys. He wouldn’t even blame you if you hated him. 

“Carry me Oomi,” you say with a pout, stretching out your arms to him. He was surprised, it was the first time you spoke to him again. You were both now dressed and dry, still inside the now empty locker room. He doesn’t say a word as he lifts you up in his arms bridal-style and you rest you head against his chest. 

“You could relax, I’m not mad at you,” you let out a breath of contentment, having been cradled in his arms. He still doesn’t say anything as he places you down the front seat of his car, crouching down and making sure you wouldn’t hit your head; you were clearly worn out, he had been fucking you last night, this morning and a while ago after all. 

He was pulled from his thoughts when you cup his cheek in your hand, his eyes meeting yours. “I love you Oomi, I really do,” you tell him and his eyes widen, his lips slightly part behind his mask as he waits for you to say something that would disappoint the hope he felt at your words. “And I think we should end whatever this is,” you sigh. “I’ll only love you more, you know? and I know you don’t-” 

“I love you too,” he blurts out, not wanting to hear your none-sense about how your love for him was one-sided, as he tugs down his mask and kisses your forehead. “I’ll take you home with me tonight, okay? I’ll take care of you, I’m sorry for being so rough,” he sighs. 

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[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Forgive, But First Fun - Nandor x f(vampire) reader

Summary: After getting left behind to fight off a pack of werewolves on your own, now mad at Nandor, you and Nadja have decided a little night out couldn’t hurt.

Warning: slight angst, fluff, fun times, and a tiny smut mention

Masterlist

Trudging angrily through the manors wooden doors, face stern and almost scary enough to put the fear of God into anyone. Your boots stomp into the large opening and onto the wooden floor boards as Gullimero, Nandor, and the documentary crew follow you in.

Your cloak is ripped and dirty as it lays in a pathetic black heap of cloth in Gullimero’s arms, your hair not looking any better, not to mention your face and arms that have various cuts paired with grass smudge marks adoring your skin. All in all you look like a hot mess.

“What the fuck happened to you lot? You’ve been gone all night.” Questions Laszlo as he walks into view from out of one of the hallways, his eyes scanning over a perfectly clean and handsome Nandor, then over to the dirty crew and disheveled Guillermo who’s got some leaves stuck to his hair.

“I don’t know.” You snap sarcastically, “How about you ask Mr. Dodgy-shit-stick over there.” Referring to Nandor who’s looking anywhere but you, keeping as silent as ever.

Gullimero looks between you and Nandor, then back at a confused Laszlo. “Oh, um they’re not speaking to each other right now.”

“And why the fuck not?”

Guillermo sighs before leaning towards Laszlo, “Nandor wanted to graffiti where the werewolves live and Y/N said he’d get caught and then Nandor said no I won’t and then he did.”

Laszlo raises a curious brow, “That’s it?”

“Oh, um....” Guillermo awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, suddenly pulling off a green leaf, “then they chased us to the park and when the pack closed in on us Nandor turned into a bat and left us behind so Y/N had to fight one of them off so we could escape and now we’re here.”

“Well that sounds rather exciting.”

“Not at the time.” Whispers Guillermo to no one in particular as he glances over at the camera.

“Huh,” Mutters Laszlo thoughtfully, scratching his beard as he thinks of how to help this situation, “well if you two dingbats aren’t talking to one another I believe Nadja needs you Y/N. Something about....well actually I’m not entirely sure.”

Perking up ever so slightly at this positive news, you cross your arms over your chest defiantly, “Well since someone does, I’ll be going then.” You grumble with a low growl at your Nandor who’s refusing to make eye contact while he stares frustrated at the floor.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Laszlo watches you stomp angrily up the steps before turning his head over to Nandor who’s now watching you leave with big sad eyes.

“Alright why’d you do it?” Interrogates Laszlo with a raised brow.

“Do whaaat?” Replies Nandor defensively, his once high and mighty aurora reappearing in an instant.

Rolling his eyes, Laszlo sets a hand on his hip sassily, “Well I sure as hell don’t want an angry Y/N wandering around this old place for the next however the fuck it takes you both to make up....in however fashion that may be. So I ask again, why’d you puss out and flee like a mangy opossum?”

Pursing his lips together in apprehensive embarrassment, Nandor mutters to himself before finally crossing his arms over his broad chest and sighing, “Because......I....I don’t know I panicked!” Exclaims the large vampire, causing Laszlo to start laughing. “Why are you laughing?”

Wiping a fake tear from his eye, Laszlo lets out a few more chuckles before finally composing himself, “My good man that is the second saddest thing I’ve ever heard. The first being when one of my many victims offered me one of their rare and exclusive Poki-muns card which I still have no idea what the fuck they were on about. Anyways, doesn’t matter, all I’ll tell is that you better make it up to her.”

“But she’s scary when she’s angryyy.” Whines Nandor with a frown.

“That’s all women my young pup, but since your lovely lady is a vampire she’s more dangerous.” He says while giving Nandor a kind pat on the back, “So uh, stay safe out there.” Adds Laszlo before turning and walking down the hallway leaving Nandor with his thoughts, Gullimero, and the documentary’s camera crew.

“What are you all looking at!” Snaps Nandor to the rest of the room.

——

“Oh my goodnessess that’s awful, my poor dark angel.” Soothes Nadja as you take a moment from your long and needed rant about the adventures in the park and Nandor’s cowardly stupidity. “That big hairy rhino doesn’t deserve you Y/N.” She reasons honestly, doing her best to make you feel better, knowing all to well the level of competent decision making skills of the other two vampires in the house.

“I know.” You mutter in agreement, your body tense and agitated as you pace back and forth in front of her as she sits in a chair, “Fucking beautiful idiot prick horse-fart of a husband. Urgghhh!” You proclaim loudly while throwing your hands into the air angrily, causing the furniture in the room to screech backwards across the old flooring at your outburst of vampiric energy. Nadja’s long obsidian hair blowing backwards as you do so while she keeps seated, unflinching.

Face softening, she gives you a sympathetic smile, “Oh my lovely fierce lioness, I know exactly what will make that sad little frown turn into a happy one.” Beams Nadja with an excited clap of her hands.

Hugging your sides, you let out a frustrated huff before giving your old friend a shrug, “What do you have in mind?”

——

“So we’re at the carnival!” Claps Nadja in delight as she smiles at the camera, “This will hopefully relieve Y/N’s pent up angers and keep her mind off of Nandor.....for now.” She adds a bit uncertainly.

“HA HA take that fuckers!” You shout joyfully from behind her, the camera panning over to you at the ball toss where you’ve been knocking down plastic bottles with a rubber ball. The stall owner cowering in the corner as he shields himself with a stuffed zebra.

The camera focuses back on Nadja, “I think it’s going really well so far.” She confirms with a convincing grin. “Relieving all that..uh....rage.” 

After winning a stuffed snake taller then you and deciding to wear it as a strange fashionable scarf, you and Nadja are wandering the carnivals streets while people watching to pass the time.

“So that’s why I never walk on the roof after 3am when I’ve had homeless man’s blood.” Rambles Nadja as your thoughts about Nandor come trickling down into your brain and nose. Huh, strange, must be cause you’re still wearing a thin red scarf of his.

No, stop thinking about him.

“Good lesson learned then,” You add with the flash of a smile before nudging her shoulder gently, “hey you wanna watch me win you something cool?”

Perking up in an instant, Nadja smiles a devilish fangy grin as she stops to eye up the multiple game stalls, “Why I would be delighted my dear Y/N, how about....um, oooh I want that giant tropical fishy with the long whiskers over there.” Points Nadja as your eyes travel over to the game stall with the large prizes.

It’s a game that requires the individual to shoot an arrow directly on three different sized bullseye’s stationed at various heights. Smiling like an idiot, you nudge your vampiric acquaintance in agreement, the both of you quickly swaggering over to the carnival game and it’s plush flashy prizes just screaming to be won.

“Hello good sir, my skilled roommate Y/N here is going to win me that fish.” Beams Nadja proudly as the teenager jumps off his chair to greet the two of you.

He smells like weed but surprisingly looks decent all things considered, “Uh yeah alright, two bucks for three arrows, hit every target directly on the middle red mark and if you make it on the bonus poster on the far back wall then you’ll have a chance to win that fish, good luck.” Mumbles the kid unenthusiastically as you slide him the cash.

Picking up the shitty yet still functional carnival bow, you give Nadja a wink before fitting an arrow in the nock and pulling back, lining up the shot and releasing directly into the first target to the left. Smirking to yourself you quickly draw again, hitting your second mark just as intended. Pays to be a skilled archer huh.

“Damn that’s pretty good aim.” Nods the teen as he watches in awe as you fit another arrow, releasing and punching a hole in the middle of the third target.

Nadja claps in excitement from behind you, “Yes! Win me that colorful fat bitch my feisty lioness!”

Standing like a warrior ready for battle with your bow in hand and wind blowing in your face, the kid almost drops the arrow he hands you for the winning shot as he practically swoons.

“Get those scissors ready, that fish is mine.” You growl in determination while picturing Nandor’s head as the final target, drawing back, you let the arrow fly straight into the bonus target. Winning Nadja her giant fish plushy.

“Yessss!” Shouts Nadja in delight as you drop the bow onto the table like a bad bitch before eyeing up the kid with a raised brow, “We’ll be taking the fish now.”

Wide eyed he almost falls off his chair, “Wait um, that’s the last one...I didn’t think, uh, my boss doesn’t want me to give away those ones.” He stutters out.

“What!” Snaps Nadja, “Then why are they just hanging there? You lied to us you little shit!”

“I’m sorry.” He pleads apologetically, “That’s what my boss told me. And no one ever wins the big prizes anyway so I didn’t think...”

“Well your boss he can eat a big horse turd cause I’m taking that fish.” You growl before jumping up and unhooking the fish from its perch above your heads, handing it to a practically glowing with joy Nadja who immediately hugs the thing.

Sticking your tongue out at the teen, you and Nadja turn to leave before a boney hand is suddenly on your shoulder, twisting around in an agitated instant, your face is mere inches from the wide eyed boy as he attempts to look even a tad bit threatening.

“No.” Is the only thing that slips from your tongue before your hand shoves him back, his whole body going air bound into the back of the carnival tent while the kid lets out a panicked scream.

“Ooooh Y/N that was very sexy of you.” Smirks Nadja while wiggling her dark brows, “Too bad a certain cowardly lion wasn’t here to see it.”

Petting the stuffed toy snake around your neck absentmindedly, you smile back a fangy grin, “Yes. Too bad.”

Continuing on your late night stroll through the carnival you both pass by random strangers, families, elders, children, and lovers all minding their sweet business completely unawares to the dark supernatural world walking right past them.

Although you’re quite enjoying this time spent with your best friend in the whole wide world, a low dull feeling of emptiness can’t help but creep into your undead being the more you catch sight of new and old couples walking together.

Sensing your growing sadness, Nadja nudges your shoulder playfully to gain your distracted attention, “Hello in there my black rose, what is on your mind?”

Holding the snake close to your body, a small smile creeps its way onto your face knowing she’s looking out for you, though it’s gone soon enough, “Oh you know....uh....blood.” You mutter unenthusiastically, trying to keep your thoughts away from Nandor and how much you miss him right now.

“Blood is it? But we just fed before attending the carnival.” Inquires Nadja in confusion as she keeps a normal pace at your side while the two of you follow the sidewalk past various shops and restaurants. “What is actually plaguing your mind my dear one?” She wonders with a frown, not keen on seeing you upset and in a grey mood.

Biting your lip anxiously, though not hard enough to draw blood, you walk past a couple more people before your eyes catch the sight of a small black bat disappearing behind a corner building just up ahead.

Squinting your eyes, your nose suddenly catches the scent of someone very familiar, “Nandor?”

Turning her head to face you, Nadja’s brows furrow in puzzlement, “What? No my sweet hurricane, forget that mangy old bear he’s not important right now.” Urges Nadja as she looks forward, suddenly surprised to catch a glimpse of someone who looks a lot like Guillermo racing behind the same corner you saw the bat fly behind. “Okay um what the fuck? Did you see that too?”

Glancing at Nadja you nod before quickening your steps as she does the same, her skirts flowing as she tries to catch up with you, though you’re much faster and with lack of annoying dress material, “Wait! You’re too fast.” Yelps Nadja.

Ignoring her protests you book it down the sidewalk like a maniac, almost running into a jogger before skidding round the corner of the brick building and coming face to face with a wide eyed Guillermo who gasps in surprise. Nudging him to the side, your eyes immediately fall upon the nervous fangy grin of your Nandor.

He gives you a shy little wave before shuffling awkwardly in place, awaiting your rampage of verbal and possibly physical assault that he’s certain is in the near future.

Taking a deep breath, you cross your arms over your chest defensively, “Were you following me?”

“Um, well.....I might have been....but only to make sure you were okay.” Mutters Nandor honestly, eyes shifting from you to the ground nervously as he awaits your wrath.

Pursing your lips together in thought, you shake your head before taking off the stuffed toy snake and holding it firmly in your hands. With a low growl do you grasp the snake in your right hand and hold it back like you might swing at any moment.

“You’re a fucking nincompoop you know that right?” Slips from your mouth without an once of anger lacing your words, instead do you hand the snake to Gullimero as Nandor watches in puzzled fear.

Taking a swift step forward, you point a finger into his strong chest while looking sternly up at him, “Racing off and leaving me too fight that angry bitch all by myself, and now following me when I needed a break from you! Nandor....... you’re something else.” You add with a shake of your head.

“Yes I know, and I’m sorry my love.” Smiles Nandor with saddened eyes, “I promise to keep you save from now on and fight off any werewolf who tries to hurt you....even if I am scared.”

Taking a step back, you can’t help the smirk that forms onto your face at his sweet words of forgiveness and sincerity. You know how much he fears werewolves and that he fled the scene thinking you were planning on following too, not realizing that you might actually give a shit about Gullimero’s and the crew’s lives.

“Oh my dear puff dragon,” You declare softly with a small smile, reaching both hands out to grasp his own, “I forgive you.”

Nandor’s face breaks out into the biggest and happiest grin you’ve seen since his last birthday when he walked into your shared crypt only to find you naked and holding a bushel of red roses while seated seductively on his coffin.

“Oh that’s fantastic because I was really missing you.” Reveals Nandor with a gentle squeeze of your hands. “Laszlo and Guillermo can’t make me laugh nearly as much as you can, they’re honestly rather boring.” He says before leaning in closer to whisper, “and not very attractive to look at either.” Causing you to crack another grin and your undead heart to fill with butterflies. 

Chuckling you reach up with one hand to pull his collar closer to you and a second later do your lips clash sweetly against one another in a heated moment of passion. He smiles into the kiss before moving to pull you in closer with both of his hands, one slipping low to cheekily pinch your round bottom.

Feeling him against you once again has to be the best sensation in the whole entirety of the world even if you’ve only been separated for a couple of hours. You absolutely love the way his fingers dig into your back and bum with an animalistic eagerness that’s slowly starting to drive you insane. Oh, the things he does to you.

Especially how his tongue slips into your mouth with ease while you tug at his hair long dark locks. “Y/N!” Suddenly shouts Nadja.

“Nandor!”

Begrudgingly pulling away, you turn around to face the confused lady vampire while Nandor hugs you from behind, happily smirking at her, knowing she can’t do anything to hurt him now. “Yes Nadja.” You answer.

With the fish plushy hung over her shoulder, her brows furrow in confusion, “What the fuck are you doing? I thought you were mad at him?”

“Yeah well, I was starting to really miss him and also I’m kind of horny now so.” You reply with a shrug as Nandor hugs you tighter, resting his bearded chin against your head while Nadja huffs in defeat.

“Alright. See you at home then.” Adds Nadja before turning towards Guillermo and shoving the giant carnival fish into his arms, “Hold this Gizmo I’m going home.” Then just like that she’s gone in a black wispy poof, flying away in bat form towards the vampire resistance on Staten Island.

“Okay then.” Mutters Gullimero as he looks up at the dark sky.

Feeling a wet kiss on the side of your face and neck you smile before turning around to face your dear husband, “Shall we take flight to seek out our bed chambers?” You speak slyly in a soft yet seductive voice.

“Yes.” Grins Nandor with a flash of lust and excitement before turning his attention over to Guillermo, “Hey Guillermo I’m leaving to make passionate love to my wife so don’t bother us or I will have a rat shit in your pillowcase. Okay?”

You giggle to yourself as Gullimero’s cheeks redden while he side eyes the camera, “Understood master. Have fun.” Squeaks out the loyal familiar as he stands there awkwardly with his hands full of two carnival prizes.

Nandor sneakily squeezes your bottom once more as he gives Gullimero a knowing smirk, “Oh, we will.” Then a second later you two are flying high above the city in bat form, ready to make love to your sweet Nandor for probably the twentieth time that week.

Down below the camera pans over to Gullimero as he blinks, “Well uh, I have these things now..” He says, holding up the fish, “and I am so not looking forward to cleaning up their mess.......again.”

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[recklessmark]

PLEASE PLEASE WRITE A CHEATING ANGST WHERE MARK IS BEING SUCH A JERK ABT IT EVEN THO Y/N CATCHES HIM CHEATING ON HER AND ALSO MAKE THE PERSON MARK IS CHEATING WITH MEAN TOO, those stories are really the best kind of angst - anon ❤️

words count: 1.2k

warnings: angst, cheating

a/n: i have no mood for angst now i’m so sorry. this is not very miserable at all since i refused to let y/n cry pathetically in front of douchebag mark 😡 but hopefully you’ll like it.

you take a sip of your chardonnay, the other hand is still busy scrolling on your phone. your face puts on the best do-not-talk-to-me look while your fingers typing on the screen with a fast speed.

y/n: where are yo-

no, you delete the sentence.

y/n: can you pick me up after work?

delivered.

your fingers idly tap on the bar counter, flashing the bartender an encouraging smile as if you’re not currently having murder on your mind. after about less than 5 minutes, your phone buzzes on the marble surface and you take it in your hands again.

mark: i’m having meeting, i’ll probably stay over at my office either.

your lips curl into a crooked smile. executioner style.

y/n: you better sleep with one eye open tonight.

y/n:

you bite your bottom lip, trying to keep your composure and delete the yet-to-be-sent message. all you’re seeing is red now. mark lee, your lovely boyfriend has the audacity to tell you he’s having a meeting. a two people meeting, one man one woman, in a hotel. little does the two-timing, cheap-lying wannabe know that you’re sitting at the bar of the hotel he takes his side chick in. and you have to clarify that either you and your friends have caught him hang out with other women multiple times but you, a faithful girlfriend, brainlessly believe in him and maybe he will change. the only thing has changed ever since is his loyalty to you, wondrously decreases.

you leave a tip under your glass and jump of the stool. you turn at the corner, walking inside the hotel building. unfortunate for mark is that you have some work here, otherwise you couldn’t catch the sight he wrapped his arm around a girl and walked into the hotel. but work can be done later.

“good evening, how can i help you?” the receptionist greets you politely and you give her a smile. “y/f/n y/l/n, i have a business meeting with mr grey.”

the woman nods and types something on the laptop while you rake your eyes around the building. “floor 8, room 805, ms y/l/n.”

you smile in acknowledgment and turn around to walk away. “oh,” you put on a fake gape and glare back and the receptionist, “may i ask where’s mr lee’s room, i have to take something from him. mark lee please.”

she looks confused but obliges your command anyway. “floor 8, room 802.” you give her a “thank you” and stroll toward the elevator. god must be unpleasant with mark so that his room is on the same floor with yours. you take your phone out and decide to reply the previous message of him.

y/n: i have a meeting at imperial building either, we can go home together.

delivered.

adrenaline and rage rushing inside your veins as the monitor screen displays the red number 8. you take your steps slowly, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor reverberates around the empty floor.

801-805

seeing the gold banner on the wall, you turn at the corner. your head dizzy as you think about what’s happening inside the 802 room. standing in front of the wide wooden door, you decisively press your finger on the doorbell. just once and patiently wait for someone to open the door. although every room is soundproof but you can hear a small voice from the inside after about two minutes, you’re not complaining though, you have big heart for patience.

a ‘genuine’ smile plasters on your face as the door flings opened, revealing a woman- your coworker surprisingly and she only has a towel wrapped around her body. “hi,” you say and walk inside before she could process anything that’s going on. “where’s mark? mark lee.” you ask and opposite of your nonchalance, she makes a quite smart decision to throw a tantrum.

“what the hell y/n?! if you know he doesn’t even like you anymore why are you here? he will never go home so don’t cry and beg for it!”

“where’s ma-“ you calmly repeat yourself and suddenly you see your boyfriend gets out of the bathroom, with a towel wrapped around his hips either. his toned chest and abs look nice but they’ll be better if there’s some bullets shot through. “oh mister executioner, i was wondering where you are.”

mark gapes as he sees you, apparently hasn’t read your new message. he heard haven - his side chick was yelling and he was curious what she’s so frantic about. and now he understands.

you sit down at the cafe table and cross your legs. “you may speak now.” you flash him a reluctant smile.

“speak what? he has nothing to explain-“

“look,” mark cuts haven off and starts his meaningless explanation, “i don’t love you anymore, you’re always busy and your spare time is for work either!”

“my spare time is for work?!” you exclaim, “you are the one who fucking cancel all our dates and hangs out with your side chicks! you think i’m stupid that i’m totally clueless about what you do behind my back?” your voice is shaky yet you try to keep it as steady as possible. you’re not going to cry in front of him and his bitch.

“you call who’s a side chick?” haven yells, pointing her finger at you and you dart your eyes at her, “i’m not talking to you, don’t let me lose the tiny respect i’m still having for you. we’re both women and we work together, i don’t want to be rude.”

“you’re fucking fake as hell-“

“shut up,” mark shouts, making the woman shut her mouth and then turns back to you. “don’t act like you’re not flirting with other men at work, you’re a whore!” he says loudly and you’re practically speechless.

mark calls you a whore.

“since when i flirt with men?” you ask in a calm, quiet tone. you have completely no idea what he’s talking about because you’re certain that you only keep a professional and friendly relationship with any man you know except of mark.

“haven sent me a lot of photos of you and other guys,” he remarks and now you understand, your eyes give your shameless coworker a death stare as she’s avoiding your gaze. “who has the interest in this affair first?”

“me,” mark responds. now he knows how to he honest. “i like her first.”

you let out a chuckle unexpectedly, “so you like hannah, sophia, iris and my best friend as well?” it’s unbelievable that you still have faith in this man even though he hit on your best friend once and she’s already warned you about it.

as mark can’t say anything to defend himself, you stand up, “i’ll pack up your things and send it to your address. don’t ever walk into my place again.” you give him the last peck on his thin lips and walk away but not before giving your coworker a reminder.

“you’ve heard what i said, i hope you’re not the one who chooses to be stupid now.”

slamming the door close, you let out a heavy breath, feeling you’re about to stumble on your weak knees. you love mark so much that it blinds you, no matter how many times you saw him with other women, you still pretended to be clueless. you keep him beside you since you think that he will change but it’s just your one-way deduction which unfortunately could not be true. you hold back the tears in your watering eyes, you will cry when you’re home, not before you get your work done.

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[smutsonian]

Hello love 😺 umm can u pls please please write dark!steve x reader, where he bully and verbally harrases the reader but somehow kind of love her but just treat her bad and degrade her but when someone else tryna make her fun of her then he shows who she belongs to kinda stuff (pls if u gonna write pls make it so it so dark🥺🥺)...... Feel free to ignore tho cause i'm sorry this seems so long 😬😬🧡

2/2 Hey it's me again 👋👋😬who just send u a request of a long one shot of dark steve rogers x reader where he bullys her but i just forget to tell u that can u pls make that a Highschool AU pls , i really forget to tell u 😬😬

bully

steve rogers x reader

summary: Steve bullies you after you rejected him and he soon regrets it.

warnings: dark, non-con, violence, bullying, blood, self hatred, insecurities, psychological trauma, they are of age, please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with any of these. Not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

a/n: just wanted to post something so this may or may not suck

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Steve wasn’t always a bully.

It’ll probably be because you hurt his ego.

Maybe he asked you out one time but you were new in school and wary of people so you politely declined his offer.

For Steve, he saw that as you humiliating him in front of the school. The new girl just rejected the Steve Rogers. 

Steve would be like ‘who do you think you are?’ and the cheeky flirty guy he was before becomes someone else.

He started spitting insults here and there, never missing a day to make you feel weird about yourself. 

The soft and beautiful blue eyes from before turned dark and hostile towards you.

Sweet words turned harsh.

Flaws that you didn’t see before started surfacing.

Suddenly your hair is too messy and all over the place. Your skin is too dead and it makes you look creepy. Your eyes are too dull and sad that you don’t seem friendly anymore. Your nose is weird, and so on. The list never ended and you started to change from the person you are before.

Steve made sure to make you feel the way you made him feel.

You suddenly became closed off and did everything to be unnoticed. It’s better to be a nobody than be the center of everyone’s torment.

Steve is a popular guy and it didn’t take long for everyone to follow his lead.

You’re just trying to finish your last year and finally leave the hell you created for yourself but Steve swore to make your life a living hell.

“If it isn’t my favorite dead girl!” Steve’s voice booms through the hallway, the chatters immediately stopped to witness the popular guy, and now, the loser of the whole school interact.

“Got somewhere else to be?” His voice was sweet as well as his eyes but you know, everyone knows that his intentions are far from being sweet.

“What? Your tongue isn’t working anymore? Bet it rot with your dead body and now everything is decaying with you, is that it?” He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for his friends to back him up which they did. Steve smirked as the hallway started being filled with thunderous laughter and they’re all directed at you.

You did nothing but bite your lip in hopes of stopping yourself from crying in front of everyone. You can’t afford another round of teasing.

You fake a laugh before turning away from him and started heading to your last class.

Steve hated the way your eyes looked at his with nothing but sadness.

Your sadness wasn’t even directed at him but at yourself.

He just wanted to make you feel the way you made him feel so you can understand that the both of you belong to each other.

You’re fucking perfect and Steve is far from that. He might be the most popular guy in school but you were way out of his league so he had to bring you down just a little bit.

But it got out of hand.

He had no idea how to stop what he started but then something happened.

He was just on his way out of detention, the hallways are now empty, everyone has already gone home and Steve was used to that. What he wasn’t used to is the sound of whimpering. More importantly, it’s the sound of you whimpering.

He wasted no time and ran towards the direction of your voice and as he turned the corner, his blood turned red hot in seconds. He’s seeing nothing but red at the sight in front of him.

Mrs. Roberts asked you to come to her office before going home to discuss something and you didn’t know whether to cry because of sadness or cry because someone actually cares for you.

Mrs. Roberts shared her worries with you because your once impressive grades started pummeling down to the point where it can cause problems with your chances of graduating.

Mrs. Roberts gave you special assignments to do so you can pass her subject and you thanked her for that. You even hugged her so tightly and dwelled on the affection for too long which worried her.

“Is there something wrong, dear?” She asked, eyes glossing over yours with worry.

You decided against telling her and just shook your head at her. “Do you think I’m failing my other subjects? What if I don’t graduate in time?”

Mrs. Roberts was quick to calm you down, telling you how the meeting with the teachers went and even joked about you purposely failing only her subject which you laughed at.

You left her office with a smile, chuckling at the memories of her jokes when you suddenly felt an impact on your left side and then your right side when you hit the lockers with a loud bang, making you whimper in pain.

“The fuck are you laughing at, dead girl?” An unfamiliar voice says above you.

You look up to see a boy a year younger than you but before you could reply, his foot started meeting your abdomen, your sides, or whatever part of you that he could kick. At some point, he was able to kick your face which made your ears ring in pain so you decided to shield your head with your arms to block his kicks.

“I don’t know why Steve never did this before but I am doing it for him. He’ll be so proud of me! I can take over his place after he graduates.”

You didn’t even realize that you weren’t receiving his kicks anymore but the sound of kicks can still be heard.

You peak out of your arms to see the young boy’s body across from you on the floor, receiving hits from a large man above him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, punk?!” Steve’s voice growls in anger and you didn’t know if you were thankful that you weren’t on the receiving end of his growl but it still terrified you.

“M-making you proud! I’m doing the thing you can’t seem to do!” The younger boy spits out red liquid before scrambling away after Steve pulls him up by his collar.

“If I fucking see you touch her again, you’ll never be able to see a day again, you understand?” Steve pushes the boy away before looking back at you, all the anger on his face turns into something softer.

He scrambles towards you, kneeling before you and helping you so gently until your leaning on the lockers, heaving at the pain that the boy caused you.

Steve continued to stare at you, eyes observing you before his hands gently prodded your face.

“You’re bleeding…” He murmurs before pulling out a cloth and dabbing it softly on the wound, apologizing when you flinched at his touch which surprised you.

“W-what are you doing?” Your voice trembles and Steve only sighed in response, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Why did you have to reject me?” He asked, carefully putting a band-aid over the scar and kissing it so gently with his pink lips. You stared at him in shock and confusion.

“Wh-What the f-fuck?!” You try to push him off but he only gripped both of your wrists with one hand while the other caress your face.

“We would’ve been so happy together. You would’ve had a great experience but you always manage to put yourself in danger… Why didn’t you just let me in?” The hand on your face goes to the back of your neck and your struggles were no use when he easily pulled you into a kiss, his tongue easily forcing itself into your mouth and coating and mixing your saliva with his.

“I should’ve not given up but you… you hurt me, ya know?” He pulls away before admiring your face.

“I lied though. You’ve always been so beautiful. I just wanted you to give me a chance but then you started avoiding me more.” His jaw clenches before his grip on your wrists tighten.

His other hand goes under your shirt before fondling your breasts through your bra. He leans in towards your neck before sniffing and moaning as he continues to massage your breasts while his hips started to grind against yours in need.

He growls against your neck as his grind started to get violently fast.

“Ahh fuck!” His hips stopped before he’s shaking against your body.

Your eyes widened at him as you looked down at the front of his pants which now had a stain on the crotch area.

“D-did you just—”

“See what you do to me?” He laughs before kissing your lips once more, the hand on your breasts trailing down before he forces it down your pants and under your panties to feel your core with his big hands.

His fingers make a quick swipe up your slit making you shiver at the feeling of him on your sensitive area.

“And I see what I do to you…” He inserts one finger, groaning at the way your walls are tightening around just one finger.

Steve swore he could cum again at the thought of his cock entering your very tight pussy.

“We didn’t start strong but we have all the time in the world now…” He places a kiss wet on your lips, continuing his assault on your core while his thumb finds its way to your clit.

Steve enjoys the way your hips jolted at the feeling and he smiled.

“I will help you graduate with honors and then after that,” he pulls back from the kiss before smiling at you.

“We’ll start over. I’m never leaving you again. I’m never going to give up on you. We’ll finally have what we both deserved.” He feels your walls fluttering around his one finger so he added another, thumb flicking your nub harder, forcing you to release.

“Mmm!” You bit your bottom lip as an orgasm was forced out of you, pleasure showering you as your eyes shut tightly.

“So fucking beautiful…” Steve pulls his hand out of your jeans before quickly placing his fingers inside his mouth to taste you.

“So fucking delicious as well.” He helps you up carefully before guiding you out of the school and into his car.

“I’ll drive you to school and from school from now on. There won’t be a time when I’m not watching over you. I’ll protect you from now on. I’m going to right every wrong thing I did to you, baby…” He leans down to kiss your lips then your head before fixing your seatbelt for you and starting the car.

“Everything will be better now.”

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a/n: been trying to write but it’s just not working rn but im trying to come thru hehe

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sorry [five hargreeves x reader]

request: wanted to say I love ur 5 fics and how you portray their relationship as old partners :”) 💖If it’s not trouble to do (Dont feel obligated plz) I had this idea of 5 and reader having a fight and them being too prideful or bitter to apologize. Reader ignores him for some time and Five gets grumpier than usual bc of that. To the point where, one of his siblings tell him to just stop being children, apologize and give them flowers. But he finds it hard bc he is not good with that kinda of stuff ☺️

a/n: thank youuu <3, i try my best to keep the tua characters in... well, character lol- as much as possible! i hope this fic turned the way you wanted it, anyway- enjoy!!~

summary: five gets grumpy when his girlfriend gives him the silent treatment for being a jerk... shocker.

“Could you stop for one damn second and relax?!” You yelled at your boyfriend, already stressed out by the way he had been almost carving a hole through the floor of the living room with all his pacing.

“Relax?!” Five yelled, turning to glare at you, “Do you even realize how stupid you sound?! How could I relax- I lost my last lead on that fucking eye!”

“Come again?” You raised a brow, crossing your arms as you watched him curiously. Did he just call you stupid indirectly?

Your nerves were tugging at the last threads of patience you had left within you- they had been doing that for a few days. You knew that life wouldn’t be quiet when you decided to give a relationship with your partner a shot, but you never expected things to get so messy.

Not only you followed his grumpy butt all the way to 2019 to stop an apocalypse- which you couldn’t care less about, now you had been stuck in your younger bodies because he miscalculated something before traveling in time. On top of all that, he had been a jerk to his siblings- which you grew quite fond of and viceversa, he also started being an asshole to you, all because he couldn’t find a way to stop the apocalypse.

“Five Hargreeves, did you just call me stupid?” You asked, seeing that he was frozen in place, going back over his words in his mind.

“Not exactly.” He knitted his brows in confusion, before realizing the irritated look on your face, “I don’t have time for this, Y/N.”

“You think I had any time these past two years putting up with your shit?” You retorted, making him raise his brows in surprise by your sudden burst, “Screw you, asshole.”

“Now that was rude!” He yelled after you, once you started walking out of the room, completely ignoring him, “Y/N!”

You had been with the Commission for over four decades, you completely trusted its choices, since you never were given a reason not to. Well, that was until the Handler recruited Five Hargreeves. He was about four-five years older than you, but nonetheless still had the impeccable skills of an assassin- just what the organization wanted and needed.

You, being one of the Handler’s most trusted agents, she assigned him under your wing in the beginning until he’d get adjusted. So, he became your partner, it didn’t take long until he became your partner in the real sense of the word.

Five was in love with you- stupidly in love with you. He loved your wit and your kindness, he loved that he could have intellectual conversations with you for hours on end, he loved the fact that he’d feel whole again with just one look at your face, your smile, your eyes.

But he was a prideful man, he knew that. If he was wrong- which he rarely was, he had no intention of apologizing. You knew how important stopping the apocalypse was to him, but... it pained you to see him almost lose his shit completely when he loses the last remaining lead.

For the next couple of hours, you completely avoided him at all costs until he’d get that stick out of his ass and apologize. 

And he’d better have a grand way of doing it.

You knew that it was not like him- he’d never apologize, and the fact that you were avoiding him was not making it any easier on him, but you were beyond pissed. Even if he may not have meant it, all you tried to do was help him relax for a moment, take a breather before that pretty head of his would explode. And in return? 

In return, Five fucking Hargreeves continues being an asshole- what a surprise.

“Jesus, where did all the caffeine in this house go?!” Five groaned, searching the cupboards in the kitchen, feeling grumpier than usual.

“I told you- dad didn’t like it.” Allison reminded him, as she and Luther sat at the table, watching him in confusion, “What’s got into you?”

“What are you talking about?” He asked, not done yet with his search- he wanted at least something that felt like coffee, “Come on- we don’t even have... coffee flavored fucking chocolate or some shit like that..?” He mumbled, shutting the cupboard with a loud smack.

“She means... you’re... grumpier... than usual...” Luther hesitantly explained, afraid that his little-older psychotic brother might have finally snapped.

“Mind your business, will ya?” Five asked with a fake smile, stomping out of the kitchen.

“I love Y/N, I swear I do... and oddly enough, Five too.” Allison spoke up, “But honestly, what was she thinking becoming his girlfriend?”

“I am just happy for her they’re not married.” Luther shrugged, resting his hand on his palm, as Diego walked into the kitchen;

“Is it just me or is Five a lesser ray of sunshine than usual?”

The following day, you treated Five with the same coldness as the prior day, which really drove him insane. Not only he spent the night in his bed alone, since you decided to bunk for the night in one of the empty rooms, but now you were still giving him the silent treatment.

Luckily, during breakfast, the Hargreeves siblings finally managed to understand what was going on.

“Hey, Diego, do you think we can pay Eudora a visit at the station after breakfast?” You asked the man, “I promised her the other day some files to help with an investigation she has on the side.”

“Sure thing.” Diego smiled, looking forward to seeing the detective again, even if he bickered with her from time to time.

“What files?” Five asked curiously.

“Vanya, can you please pass me the salt?” You ignored him, smiling at his sister.

Vanya raised a brow, unsure what to do, as the other siblings were piecing the puzzle together. Five raised a brow, as you avoided eye contact with him, waiting for the salt shaker which was, ironically, closer to him than Vanya.

“Here.” He said, reaching for it before his sister, handing it to you.

You looked at him with a smile, then at the salt shaker that was waiting on you to pick it from your boyfriend’s hand. Instead, you scoffed, getting up from your seat with your plate in your hands, suddenly losing your appetite.

“I am gonna go change.” You declared, placing your dish in the sink, “Diego, I’ll wait for you in the car.”

“Unbelievable....” Five muttered, throwing the salt shaker somewhere on the table, before abruptly getting up from his seat to pour himself a cup of freshly made coffee- Klaus made sure to stock up since Allison and Luther told him what had happened the other day.

“Why is Y/N giving you the cold shoulder?” Diego asked his brother, raising a brow.

“Leave me alone.” Five muttered, leaving the room even grumpier, with his hot cup of coffee in his hand to at least soothe him down a bit.

“Five!” Allison yelled after him, but he was already out of there, “Urgh, he’s such a child!”

After you and Diego had left the Hargreeves mansion, Five found it hard to focus on trying to get another lead on the prosthetic eye- he could not stop thinking about the fact that it almost had been twenty four hours since the woman he loved had chosen to deliberately ignore him, all because his stupid mouth could not help snapping at her.

What a moron he was, he knew that.

“Y/N told me what happened.” Allison told her brother, entering his room softly, watching as he laid on his bed on his back, “And woah- aren’t you an asshole?”

“What do you want, Allison?” He asked, rolling his eyes, staring up at his ceiling.

“Here’s a crazy idea... why don’t you apologize?” She suggested, crossing her arms.

“Have you... met me?” Five frowned, lifting his head to watch his sister in confusion.

“Look, you and Y/N both need to stop being children!” She said, “I know you may have teen bodies, but aren’t you both like over fifty? Honestly, Five...”

“Knowing I will regret this, what do you suggest, Allison?” Five asked with a sigh, watching as his sister smirked in response.

You and Diego didn’t really take long to finish your business at the police station. In about thirty minutes, you both were back on your way home, unaware of the big surprise that was waiting for you.

You entered the house, stretching your arms, already telling yourself you needed a drink, even if it was only noon. You figured a glass of some expensive bourbon would calm you down, so you made your way in the living room, as Diego went to his room in his own business.

Although, you couldn’t help but widen your eyes in surprise, as you stopped in your tracks once your look fell on Five, who was sitting at the bar with a Margarita in one hand, and a big bouquet of flowers rested in his lap.

“Five?” You frowned, stepping towards him confused.

Never in his life, would Five ever think he’d be so happy to hear his name on your lips. He softly smiled, realizing that Allison’s plan was working, as you finally spoke to him, even if it was one word.

“Y/N.” Five gulped, setting down his glass to jump off the stool, “These are for you...” He hesitantly said, stretching his hands towards you, as he held the big, colorful bouquet of all sorts of flowers towards you.

“I... Uh... what?” You frowned, taken aback by the gesture.

Five wasn’t necessarily the romantic type, so this was the first bouquet of flowers you ever received from him. You knew he loved you with all his heart and he was in love with you, that’s why you didn’t care about the romantic gestures he never did- but, right now, watching his cheeks turn into a slight shade of pink as he was biting on his bottom lip anxiously- your heart melted.

Allison had given him all sorts of advice on how to apologize to you with the help of Vanya, since they were both well aware of the fact that their brother was not capable of saying such words by himself. But right now, as you stood before him, Five had forgotten all that they taught him.

“I... I suck at this kind of stuff, I gotta be honest.” Five sighed, stepping closer to you, still with the bouquet in his hands, as you were still hesitant, “I... I shouldn’t have snapped at you, Y/N, I know. You didn’t deserve to be told that, even if I didn’t mean it at all. I swear, I was only mad and I never meant to take it out on you.”

“Oh my God.” You covered your mouth in shock, “Are you... actually... trying to apologize to me?”

“Sort of... yeah...” Five sighed, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly, “Look, what I am trying to say... What I am trying to say is that I appreciate your love, and having your support with me, and I know you care about my well-being.”

“Keep going...” You smirked, stepping closer to him, “Come on... they are three simple words.”

“Right...” Five sighed, running a hand through his hair, “Look, Y/N? I... I am...”

You didn’t even let him finish, as you softly took the bouquet out of his hand not to squish it, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him into a tight hug. You knew how hard it must have been so far for a know-it-all like Five to say that, so you didn’t want to push him further. To you it was enough that he at least felt sorry for bursting like that.

“I love you.” Five sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist, “And I truly mean what I said earlier.”

“I love you too.” You smiled, not yet pulling away from the loving embrace, “And I know... I know...”

Five pulled away to smile down at you, “Thank you for being so understanding... and supportive.”

“I’d say it is my pleasure, but I’d be lying.” You teased him, bopping his nose with the free hand that was not wrapped around his neck still and holding the flowers.

“Hilarious.” Five sarcastically said, slowly leaning in, “I think I liked it better when you weren’t talking.”

“Really?” You scoffed, but before you could continue the playful banter, Five had already captured your lips into a soft kiss, finding a better way to shut you up.

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