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frmisnow · 4 months

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˙✧˖ ?! — KEEPING YOU IN BED (CAUSE I'M DOWN BED). - MDNI !!!

— ‧₊˚ — 🍵 : "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"??"

summary. going to work on your boyfriends single day-off already sounds like a death sentence, things only become worse when he makes it especially hard to leave the bed.

notes. SLEEPY HORNY KOOK AASHHSSHSH my roman empire... 😭 SORRY FOR THE TITLE I HAD A LIL GIGGLE OKAY ???

warnings/includes: (NSFW) dom! jungkook x f! sub! reader, starts sleepy + wholesome, turns a lil unhinged..., pounding, overstimulation, he's just a bit mean in second half (but we love it)

you rub your eyes, the morning sunlight blinding you through the sheer curtains - soft and rhythmic breathing audible beside you when you look over you find your boyfriend's chest rising and falling slowly, one of his arms still wrapped around your waist, in pure peace still somewhere in the deep roams of sleep.

after all it was his day off, a rare sanctuary in the hectic schedule of hislife, and yet, there you were, inching away from the warmth of his embrace, preparing to face the day ahead.

but as you attempted to free yourself from the tangle of sheets and limbs, a sleepy murmur escaped him, a half-formed quiet plea, "just few more minutes" His arm instinctively tightened around your waist, drawing you back into his tight hug, nuzzling his face to your middle body. quick little peeks placed all over tummy, almost like rubbing his face over you, his hands lazily tracing circles over your sides, "just a little longer"

he shifts his position, now completly lying over you, trapping and preventing you from leaving, wrapping his arms around your neck, "love you so much" whispered into your nape.

you giggled in response, your hands hugging his back, travelling under his shirt, rubbing over the skin gently, "you're trying everything to lure me in longer huh"

kook smiled sleeply against your skin, his head moved to your shoulder so he could look at your face better, lips roaming over your collarbone, settling on them for a split second, "is it working?"

"don't know, might have to try a bit harder" you answered in a joking tone, your fingers tracing light patterns on his back.

he squints his eyes, a faint smile on his face, raising his eyebrows, "oh really?" fake innocence added into his tone.

you were stupid.

in fact very much so.

out of experience you should've known that jungkook has an unbelievable amount of sheer competitivness inside him and if you unleash that - you're pretty much fucked.

you should've recognized that familar grin, you should've recognized those wandering hands of his that would do anything just to prove you wrong, just to remind you that nobody doubts him without well- consequences!

those consequences may include: him in the beginning softly manhandling you (in his own way y'know) which turns into him throwing away any sense of tiredness or gentleness he had before, sentences like "feel me fuckin pounding, listen to it" or "so much fuckin cum" rolling over his tongue as he overstimulates you over and over again.

damn well keeping that clock on the night stand at the corner of his eyes, just to rub it into your face, "how easy it was to get you to do this" or "wonder where your colleges think you are, they'd never guess i'm balls deep into you huh"

and oh he's looking for answers from you too, "what are you gonna tell your boss now?" half mumbeled half groaned as he slams into you once more chasing that 3rd orgasm, obviously knowing you're way to brainfucked to understand think about even responding.

"should've kept your fucking mouth shut, don't you think?" and all you can do in response is whimper and moan like a little bitch.

weirdly enough that's what satisfies him - the slutty expression on your face, the way your mouth stays slightly parted, the way your pussy tightens around him, the way your tits just fit so easily in his hands like they were made for him (which he'll openly say 2!), the way you sound, the way your body looks when he fucks you senseless - everything about you like this is so endearing to him and worth repeating over and over again.

he can be real sweet after, acting like it never even happened, bringing you breakfast to bed while you were lying bare trying to regain your brain acess again, innocently saying smth along the lines of: "i called you in sick for today" then adding, "it's not like it's worth going anyway might just spend the day with me" okay whatever you say kook :3

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akutasoda · 2 months

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Yay! Requests are open!

Can I please request BSD men with an eerie fem! s/o? Not gn.

Like, breathing is always very light, footsteps are silent and even the sounds of her internal organs (heartbeat, blood flowing through her veins) is very faint, she's always smiling and is almost mechanical in her movements and actions. She's her most genuine when giving them affection, is a very pleasant and sweet person but there's just something....off..about her. Like a subconscious feeling they can't quite place but ignore because they love her.

-Sincerely, 💋

mechanical affection

synopsis - how are they when they s/o is eerie and rather ominous

includes - dazai, ranpo, fyodor, jouno

warnings - fem!reader (no pronouns mentioned however), fluff, wc - 900

osamu dazai ★↷

↪dazai had met his fair sharre of 'creepy' people throughout his youth, but none of them ever actually scared him or made him slightly uncomfortable. you were the first.

↪what scared him the most was how mechanical you seemed. your actions and expressions seemed too robotic to be your genuine feelings and movements. no part of it seemed biological.

↪he cared little for how quiet your heartbeat and such was. he normally couldn't hear people's heartbeats and he could control his own so that probably was the least eerie part about you.

↪ however the lack of sound when you moved or breathed did put him on edge to begin with. it was too silent for him to let his guard down but when he got used to your presence - and your more sweeter side - he didn't mind too much.

↪ speaking of sweeter side, it did surprise him at first but he loved it. a weird sort of happiness surged through him when you gave him genuine affection for two reasons. one, the fact that only he recieved this sid eof you and two, he'd never recieved this level of affection before and getting it from you? it became a great comfort.

↪if the mafia raught him anything, it was that he should always be on guard around suspicious people. whenever you were around he couldn't help but want to apply that to you.

↪a constant nagging voice telling him to run or be careful was around when you were near. but maybe this one time he'd ignore it.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪the world's greatest detective was known for solving cases and everything to do with his work. a part of that would make him great at reading people and so he barely feared anyone. but when it came down to you and the nagging fear you implanted in the back of his head, he felt helpless.

↪your presence made him uncomfortable to be simple. it was a nagging put of dread that he couldn't get rid of because he couldn't read you. your silence to eerie for him to be comfortable anyway. he sometimes compared you to a ghost or some sort of spectre because of this.

↪he also hated the fact that you acted so unnatural and mechanical. everything about you from your expressions to your movements was so eerie. but weirdly enough he became accustomed to it.

↪he started veiwing it as a challenge. he became motivated to be able to finally understand you and rid himself of thsi dread you installed in him. and a good starting place was when you showed him genuine affection.

↪yes it did catch him off guard, but he quickly became accustomed to a more genuine and affectionate you behind closed doors. you became not so eerie and instead rather sweet. he still didn't fail to notice the fight or flight in his brain around you still.

fyodor dostoevsky ★↷

↪it took a vey long time for fyodor to come to trust you even a tiny bit. it would be the first time somebody's presence would cause him to be on edge, to think something was wrong and that made him distance himself from you.

↪but eventually that fear turned into a weird, sort of morbid curiosity. why did you cause him to fear you? was it the mechanical actions you would show. or was it how every part of you was eerie and too irregular.

↪fyodor only liked people he could read. they were predictable per say, easy to understand and therefore caused him no threat but from time to time some people could change that. your seemingly mechanical actions made you impossible to read and he wanted to know why.

↪he became even more curious when he gave him genuine care. your once eerie aura seemingly melted away as you showed him a sweeter side that he weirdly loved. but even when you showed affection that nagging fear still lurked.

saigiku jouno ★↷

↪ it's safe to say he barely knew you existed to begin with. he couldn't hear your heartbeat and such unless he really focused on the faint sound - leasing to him sometimes having the uncomfortable feeling someone was with him if you were around.

↪he hates it really, he can't hear your breathing or footsteps either so he truly has no idea where you could be at any given time. it really threw him off guard as it made him feel vulnerable around you.

↪he had heard from others how they'd complain about how mechanical you looked and some twisted part of him found some joy in knowing how some people feared you for this. sometimes he'd actually wish he could see it.

↪ however he did still indulge himself in your more sweeter side - the side he felt pride in knowing only he recieved. your genuine kindness did throw him a bit at first but he accustomed to it and enjoyed it.

↪he even ignored the constant nagging pit of dread in the back of his mind telling him to run, to fight, to get away from you just so he could indulge himself in your kindness.

↪the only time he could ever hear your heartbeat was when you two were hugging. and so this made the action treasured and all the more endearing for him.

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sugarypinecones · 5 months

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Sleepover - Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader

a/n: first time writing on this acc!! this kind of came to me in a dream <3 sorry if it sucks btw i got kinda lazy towards the end!

warnings: age gap (mike is 25 reader is FRESHLY 18), smut, pervy!mike if you squint enough, overstim, p in v, fem receiving oral, size kink if u squint, innocent reader, mike terrorizes the poor teddy bear 😞, they’re coworkers & i tweaked the job info a little bit

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It started innocently enough. You, needing a job, as you had just freshly turned 18 decided that the night shift would be the easiest route, since you could do your college classes online while working, since it’s not often there’s trouble involving a pizzeria.. or you’d hope, at least.

You weren’t aware it’d be an every-night thing, but you were aware you had a coworker which did ease your nerves. The minute you met him, he was instantly awkward around you, and in such a cute way that you had developed a crush almost immediately.

And, because you had been in such close proximity for two weeks straight, you two had clearly became friends as there’s nobody else to talk to, and your schoolwork gets done fast when you know once you’re done you can finally talk to him.

How the job worked, was that there were four nightguards, and you’d switch off every two weeks for a paid leave, which is what made the job initially seem so appealing to you.

And now it was your final night, and you’d be off for two weeks, which would seem exciting, but you weren’t. You’d grown so close with Mike over the last two weeks that, you simply couldn’t imagine being gone from him for two weeks. You weren’t sure if he even considered you a friend, but it didn’t hurt to try, right?

“Mike?” You spoke up from your chair, and he turned from his phone, looking at you as you softly smiled. “I’ve really enjoyed these past two weeks, you know..” You trail off, looking at him to see his reaction, making sure you weren’t ruining anything. “Me too. It’s nice not to be so alone,” He smiled, about to turn back to his phone but you begun to speak up, “So.. I was wondering if maybe you wanted to come back to my house sometime within these two weeks we’re off?” You smiled hopefully, anxious.

He didn’t reply for a second, looking at you, his gaze locking into yours before he smiled, looking away. “Why not? I’ll just have to find a babysitter for Abby,” He smiled, and you almost let out a sigh because of how hard you held your breath. “Cool,” You smile, looking to the floor, “Just text me when you wanna come over.” You clarify, looking at your phone as he hums, letting you know he heard you.

⊹˚. ౨ৎ

Which leads him to knock on your doorstep, swallowing dryly as he looks around. It felt wrong to be here, seeing as the differences in ages, but it’s not like it was his idea - and you’re just so nice to him, so it’s not like he could decline it - that’d be rude! You come to the door, adorned with the skimpiest tank top he’d ever seen and shorts, Mike freezing in fear like if he moved you’d vanish. “Hey, Schmidt.” You smile, hugging him, causing him to thaw whatever that was and hug you back.

“Woah, it’s um..” He trails off, looking around your house. “Weirdly exactly how I imagined it.” He laughs, and you turn and tilt your head down, leading him to your room - in which he sat down on your bed, you laying down next to him and smiling. “So what do you wanna do?” You smile, and he knew if he told you the truth of everything he wanted to do to you, it could kill a pilgrim.

“Uh, I don’t know..” He trails off as you glance up at him, smiling softly. “Anything you wanna do, really.” He smiles back, and you quickly sit up. “Well,” You get close to his face, scrunching your nose. “We could watch a movie, or..” You trail off, beginning to think about it. “That’s fine by me, what do you wanna watch?” Mike smiled, and you shrug, “Why don’t you choose,” You return the smile, leaning over to grab the remote, in which he got a perfect glance of your ass, and as much as he wanted to respect you and look away - he couldn’t, and his eyes are directly glued to it before you look back at him, tossing him the remote.

He put on a random movie and leaned back next to you, and you subconsciously move closer, cuddling into his warm body. He didn’t know if you were trying to send him signals, or just genuinely trying to cuddle, innocently. You look up at him, smiling, and he really is torn between the two. He smiles down at you, and you glanced at his lips, suddenly feeling his breath against yours. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” He whispered, and you nodded, a hand in his hair as he kisses you, pulling him down further needy for more.

He laughed against your lips, and you get on top of him, subconsciously grinding against him as your lips press against eachothers, Mike pulling away momentarily as he grabs at your hips, looking you in the eye as you breathlessly stare at him, “What’s this feeling?” You whisper, genuinely confused and honestly, starstruck.

You had been very sheltered growing up, and had grown up quite religious - and as much as you tried to rebel from it, you were honestly a goody two shoes, until you turned eighteen. You immediately moved away and indulged yourself in everything you couldn’t when you were growing up under your parent’s roof. You knew what a crush was, and you certainly knew you got odd feelings sometimes, but you were sheltered, you didn’t know anything about stuff like that.

“Oh, baby,” He coos, moving you back next to him, “I forgot,” He whispered, brushing hair out of your face. You had told him about it once, while you were bored in the office together. He found it interesting, and offered to teach you if you were ever curious, (clearly trying to be slick about his moves, but you didn’t know that.) He smiled, kissing you. “You’re turned on.” He smiles, and you seem confused, your eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Do you want me to make it feel better?” He asked you, and you immediately nod, the heat between your legs unbearable as he sat next to you.

He smiles as he kisses you, his hands reaching down to your shorts. “Is this okay?” He whispered, looking up at you. You nod, biting your lip as his eyes lock on yours. “Words.” He clarified, and you exhaled breathlessly, “Please,” Looking down on him, and that was all he needed to pull down your shorts and underwear, resting at your knees as he grazes his fingers against your wet folds, smiling to himself as you whine lowly, pleasure taking over without his fingers even inside you yet.

Slowly, he inserted one finger, looking at you as you bite your lip, looking to the ceiling as he pumped it in and out of you, watching as you moan softly and grab at the bedsheets, Mike leaning you back against pillows as he works his way up to two fingers, your legs subconsciously closing as you approach your high fast, and he just uses his other hand to pry them open, grinding subconsciously himself against your bedsheet, finding pleasure just by pleasuring you.

You reach your high, crying out in pleasure and closing your legs as he smiles, putting his lips against yours before entering his fingers into your mouth, in which you suck, without even being asked to do so, your juices coating your mouth as he kissed you again, inserting his tongue into your mouth, tasting your juices too.

“Mike,” you whisper against his mouth as you part, and he opens his eyes, looking at you as you smile softly, “Thank you.” You smile, and he could fuck you right now, but he doesn’t because he knows how sensitive and unready you are, just smiles back, nodding. “I want to make you feel good.” You smiled, and his eyes widen. “Baby,” He started, a hand cupping your cheek, “You’re not ready yet,” He shook his head, and you bite your lip. “So teach me how.” You whisper, and Mike folded immediately, kissing you softly.

He lowers himself back down to your dripping pussy, smiling as he licks a stripe against it, you bucking your hips up due to both pleasure and sensitivity from your recent high. He begins to suck on your sensitive cunt, you crying out in pleasure as you grab onto his hair, causing Mike to go faster, grabbing at your thighs as he eats you out like he’s been starved for years.

It didn’t take you long to reach your second high, moaning loudly as you close your legs, trembling as he wiped his chin, looking up at you. “Mike,” You mumbled, and he shook his head. “Not yet, darling,” He coos again, crawling up next to you as he kisses your neck softly, “And frankly, I think you need a break.” He suggests, but you quickly shake your head, “No!” You almost shout, looking at him as he widened his eyes in shock. “Please.” You soften, and he can’t help but crumble to those eyes you’ve given him.

“Where’s your favorite teddy?” He smiled, and you looked around, grabbing the one above you. He sat it in-front of your dripping cunt, smiling. “If you can prove to me that you can ride this and reach your high without my help,” He smiled, “I’ll consider your request.” He kisses you, helping position you onto the bear. He knew he wouldn’t fuck you today, but he could at least help you a little bit more.

You slowly move yourself back and forth on it, your underwear at your ankles now as you rock against it, your juices soaking the poor bear as Mike pulls down his pants, taking out his cock and beginning to stroke it as he watched you pleasure yourself, moaning in unison with you as you put your hands infront of you, continuing to ride the teddybear as he sped up his process, coming closer to his high and pulling you and the bear closer, pumping himself faster as he finally came, his come leaking all over the bear as you rid yourself into it, and he couldn’t help himself from placing a kiss on your belly.

You slowed down, clearly reaching your high now too, and that’s when he took over, “Fuck it,” he mumbled under his breath, unable to hold himself back as he lifts you off the soaked bear, you letting out a soft moan as you’re pulled away from your high so abruptly, and laid on your back against more pillows, opening your eyes as Mike leaned down, placing a kiss against your lips before moving to your swollen pussy, placing another kiss against it as he pumped himself once more, aligning himself with your entrance.

And with that, he’s inside of you, and you moan out loudly as he sees the imprint in your stomach, holding back from going feral as he slowly fucks you, your walls clenching around him as you’re reaching that high you were denied just seconds ago, moaning out nonstop to a point where you put a hand over your mouth and close your eyes as your nails dig into his back, egging him on further.

He grabs your hand, removing it from your mouth as he smiled, “I wanna hear all those pretty noises,” He whispered breathlessly as he pins both wrists above your head now, sliding in and out of you with more speed as he whines, your legs closing around him as you came, but he continued to fuck you through it, biting your shirt and lifting it as he begins to suck on your boobs, you moaning in both pain and pleasure as he continued to fuck you.

Within seconds, he’s coming too - and collapsing next to you as he pulled you in on top of him, the once pristine silk bedsheets covered in both of your fluids now as he brings you in for a kiss, you hugging him as your entire lower body is still shaking.

#mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt x you #fnaf x you #fnaf smut #fnaf imagine #mike schmidt imagine #mike smut #mike imagine #pervy!mike schmidt smut #perv! mike schmidt smut #perv!mike schmidt #pervy!mike schmidt #pervy!mike schmidt imagine #perv!mike schmidt imagine #smut

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gyumibear · 1 year

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💖 create a sim(p)! — SMAU

💖 — “it wasn’t real! none of it was real… but then, why does it hurt so much? why do i love you so much?”

⟣ pairing — choi beomgyu x fem!reader

⟣ genre — fake dating, youtuber!au

⟣ summary — after stupidly claiming on stream that you’ve been dating popular youtuber choi beomgyu in secret after accidentally creating an identically looking sim, you beg him not to reveal your lie to the public when it goes viral. weirdly, he agrees and you two begin to fool the public. can your lie become the truth or will it eventually catch up with you?

⟣ featuring — txt, skz’s felix, p1harmony’s keeho, & enhypen’s sunoo and jake

⟣ updates — wednesday + saturday!

⟣ warnings — fake dating, yn is a compulsive liar but in a joking way. swearing, very angsty, slowish-burn(?), inappropriate jokes, kys/kms jokes and slightly toxic behaviors. individual chapters will be tagged!

started — december 30, 2022

finished — august 14, 2023

yn’s patrons - the homies - extras - playlist

relationship chart (updated 07.12.23)

chapter 1: anything 4 sookai ⟢ chapter 2: i lied.

chapter 3: um actually (written + sns) ⟢ chapter 4: idiot

chapter 5: dm? ⟢ chapter 6: a bit strange even…

chapter 7: that was quick ⟢ chapter 8: lix’s opinion (written + sns)

chapter 9: invalid opinion ⟢ chapter 10: she’s not ugly

chapter 11: collab (written) ⟢ chapter 12: best friend

chapter 13: brand new start (written + sns) ⟢ chapter 14: i don’t not like you

chapter 15: i’m a model??? ⟢ chapter 16: are you sure?

chapter 17: follicles ⟢ chapter 18: friends? (written)

chapter 19: feeling jealous ⟢ chapter 20: he’s jealous

chapter 21: was that real? ⟢ chapter 22: tell us

chapter 23: keeho’s opinion ⟢ chapter 24: stream

chapter 25: rough ⟢ chapter 26: moving on

chapter 27: first love ⟢ chapter 28: wasted

chapter 29: beomgyu ⟢ chapter 30: cas (final)

ending 1: two favors ⟢ ending 2: cause it’s you

taglist — closed! (send me an ask or use the taglist request form in my bio!)

author’s note — umm so another smau idea came to me on a whim… and here we are! i hope this does well bc i put some WORK into this one lol

#choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu smau #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu smau #kpop smau #beomgyu scenarios #beomgyu fic #beomgyu fluff #beomgyu angst #beomgyu social media au #💖 — create a simp #🐻 — beomgyu

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aro-geo-turtle · 20 days

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Thinking about a potential angsty malevolent au that role swaps Arthur and Parker because I honestly don’t think Parker could have reformed John like Arthur did

Like, obviously this is super speculative cause we’ve never met Parker and only know a bit about him 2nd hand

But we know he looked at pathetic drunken mess Arthur Lester, decided that was the man he wanted to be detectives with, and then somehow actually managed to drag him back into being a quasi-functional human being.

We also know he and Arthur were a very effective investigative team, so he probably Arthur balanced out in a lot of ways. Arthur is very reckless and stubborn and throws himself at his problems, maybe Parker was more wary and cautious, more of a planner. Arthur has a remarkable talent for getting people to hate him in a weirdly obsessive way, perhaps Parker had the genuine kind-hearted charisma.

And we know from part 39 that Parker was the one who did most of the physical intimidation and brute strength parts of the job, so he wasn’t afraid to get his hands dirty when it came to it.

And I feel like this paints a picture of a man who could get along well enough with the John Doe we have today…but maybe not the Entity he started as.

A big part of the reason Arthur and John’s relationship works is because they have basically the same response to feeling threatened: yell, scream, blame the other person for everything wrong in the world, hit where it hurts, give as good as they take, refuse to give an inch. And when they push too hard, this leads to some really horrible fights. But eventually they wear themselves out, all the feelings are out in the open, they pick themselves up, apologize, and move forward.

This dynamic is established very early on. In the first episode, John/the entity has all the knowledge, he knows more about what happened, about the supernatural, about Arthur’s surroundings. And he immediately uses this power to lie to and manipulate Arthur. But Arthur doesn’t let him keep that power over him for long. He gets his wits about him, establishes his own power as the one with the physical body here, and starts shoving back against John. Every time he does what John says, he makes it clear it’s because he has agreed it’s the best course of action. They establish a balance quickly.

This early in his independent existence, basically all John has is the King’s instincts of “humans are weaklings to be manipulated” and Arthur immediately asserts that that attitude is not going to stand with him, forcing John to rethink his relationship with humanity

Parker…likely wouldn’t have Arthur’s stubborn reckless audacity. I think he’s be more likely to respond with caution, bide his time and try not to make this thing mad until he can figure out how powerful it really is. With the lie that he was the one to kill Arthur, Parker might even extend compassion and empathy towards the entity, thinking that this thing has no memory of who he once was and no bodily autonomy at all, he’s probably really scared and covering it up.

This caution and empathy would serve Parker well in a whole lot of situations and probably save him from a lot that Arthur blunders into, but if he does a lot of what the entity tells him to do with little complaint…he’s going to be accidentally reinforcing the kings instincts that humans are to be bossed around instead of challenging them

And if bides his time until he’s fairly sure the entity can’t really hurt him and then starts pushing back and challenging him, that might feel like a betrayal or deception to the entity

I’m not sure exactly how things would go down, but I just think that Arthur was really the only person who could have set John on the right path by reckless challenging him from the beginning

(Parker paired with Yellow on the other hand… now that’s perfect and everyone needs to go read Refrain from the Surrogate AU right now)

#malevolent #long analysis #malevolent au #parker yang #arthur lester #john doe malevolent

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pastel0rchid · 23 days

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A Gift from the Gods (5)

Hiccup x F!Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: None that I can think of

Previous Chapter .~.~. Next Chapter

“Can you stretch your left wing a bit more?”

The voice belonged to Hiccup, who stood behind you while drawing in a sketchbook. Following his directions silently, you lift your left wing as prompted while your gaze remains on the wall ahead of you. It had been four days since you’d been taken to Dragon’s Edge and decided to stay as long as the dragon riders would let you.

The first two days were rough in terms of getting accustomed to being around other people after years of being surrounded only by dragons. You mainly stuck by Hiccup’s side, finding his presence the most comforting of the dragon riders. It also helped that Toothless seemed to be growing fond of you.

The others were still curious about you and your existence, except for Astrid, who remained cautious since your arrival. She never talked to you besides a few words here and there, sticking to watching you from the sidelines as if expecting an attack from you at any second.

You understood where her feelings were coming from. This group was her pack. You’ve seen dragons kill others to protect their pack when they felt it was being threatened.

Snotlout and the twins were still an enigma to you, especially the twins. Snotlout was loud and crass, saying words that made your stomach churn uncomfortably and your heckles rise. The twins were a mystery, always showing up when you least expected them and causing your fight or flight to kick in. You’ve accidentally hit Tuffnut with your wings a few times out of shock. He seemed to weirdly like the pain.

Besides Hiccup, Fishlegs was one that you were slowly growing accustomed to. While touring the island, he realized you didn’t know the names of dragon species when he heard you call a wild monstrous nightmare a ‘Flame.’ He decided then and there that he would teach you these things from something called “The Book of Dragons.” His teachings started a day ago.

Now, here you stood outside Hiccup’s hut, wings spread and standing still as Hiccup drew you in his sketchbook with surprising accuracy. Toothless lay off to the side, beginning to doze off as he watched the movements of his rider.

He circles around you, getting a viewpoint of your wings from all angles, soon stopping behind you. While keeping your gaze on the wall, the silence of the room is occasionally interrupted by Hiccup’s muttering or the sound of charcoal against the paper.

Your heart thunders in your chest as you can feel Hiccup’s presence behind you, his eyes observing every detail of your wings as if he didn’t want to miss a single one. Your body tenses when Hiccup suddenly steps closer to you from behind, mumbling even more to himself as if he didn’t realize what he had done.

The skin on the back of your neck raises in goosebumps as you feel his breath dance across it.

“Incredible.” Hiccup mutters to himself as he observes your wings, and your stomach can’t help but flutter with pride at his words. He thought your wings were incredible. Hiccup sketches silently for a few more minutes, focused so intently on getting every detail right that he didn’t notice how he was leaning ever so closer.

An unknown feeling blooms in your chest as you can feel him get closer, but your gaze stays directed to the wall, afraid that even moving an inch would pop the atmospheric bubble you had found yourself in.

You were always told to protect yourself from people who weren’t in your clan. You were told they saw your people as monsters, demons that needed to be slain. This was proved by the slaughtering of your family. So much bloodshed and loss because of the wings bestowed upon them by the Gods themselves.

You knew the dangers of people. That’s why you lived in a secluded forest surrounded only by dragons for years upon years.

Hiccup shattered that belief in only a few days… and you let him.

Your muddled thoughts were sharply interrupted by the feeling of fingers grazing softly over your wings. The touch is so featherlight that you wouldn’t have felt it without the years of learning to hone in on your senses during your time in the forest. Your body reacts before you can even think, turning quickly to face Hiccup and barely managing to fold your wings back so they wouldn’t smack him.

The pink welt on his cheek that you gave him was just starting to heal. It would’ve been a shame to give him another one.

Toothless perks his head up, torn out of his dazed state into an alert one at how swiftly you had moved.

Hiccup’s green eyes were wide with shock as he stared down at you, his hand still slightly outstretched to where your wing previously was. Your eyes stare back, torn between a harsh glare for suddenly touching you and a silent plea for more. That last part scared you more than anything. Your senses were becoming overwhelmed too quickly once again, and you wanted nothing more than to flee.

Noticing this, Hiccup scrambles to find a way to fix his mistake and hopefully calm your nerves.

“Flight!”

His sudden shout causes your body to flinch, but you do freeze, his loud voice stunning you into place. Hiccup quickly clears his throat, having not expected his voice to come out that loud in his desperate search for a way to shift the tension. His hand gestures to Toothless, who stares at Hiccup with a confused look from his shouting.

“Let’s… Let’s go for a flight.”

The words come out quickly but are in a softer tone than the one before. You gaze between Hiccup and Toothless, the dragon just as confused as you were, but his words do calm your nerves. Even just a little bit.

It had been a while since you’d been flying, sticking mainly to the ground while taking in your new surroundings. Looking back at Hiccup, you give him a slight nod in response to his suggestion. It was about time you spread your wings anyway.

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The wind surrounds your body as you soar through the sky, your wings spread behind you and occasionally flapping to keep you upright. To your left, Toothless does the same with Hiccup perched upon his back.

The flight was silent between the two of you. Your gaze mainly focused ahead, and you managed to miss Hiccup stealing glances your way. Your eyes slowly close at the feeling of the wind on your face, a relaxed look overcoming your features as you fly beside Toothless.

This was where you belonged. High above the clouds without a care in the world.

Hiccup watches you as you fly with your eyes closed, observing how tranquil you look. A sudden smack from Toothless’ ear fin brings the teen back to his senses, glaring down silently towards the dragon, who looks back at him with a smug look.

“Not a word.” He mumbles to Toothless before looking back toward you, freezing when you are nowhere in sight. His head whips around, his eyes looking over the tops of the clouds as he tries to find where you have gone. A shout of excitement cuts through the air, causing him to look up towards the source of the sound, and a small smile invades his lips at what he finds.

You had flown a bit higher before outstretching your arms and letting your body freefall. Your body whizzes past Toothless, who watches you curiously as you soon disappear back under the clouds.

Without much thinking, Hiccup gently pats the side of Toothless’ neck, the dragon giving a confused sound at his action, which quickly turns into a roar when Hiccup jumps off of Toothless’ back towards you.

Your eyes had barely fluttered open before they widened in shock at Hiccup freefalling beside you. Fear courses through your veins at the sight, but Hiccup gives you an ever-widening grin. Before you can process it, Hiccup shoves his hands into something attached to his legs and spreads his arms.

A laugh of shock leaves your lips at the sight as you spread your wings to slow your falling into a glide. Hiccup had some type of fabric attached from his wrists to his legs, and his own body had lurched to a glide beside your own. Remaining with your back to the ground, Hiccup maneuvered his body to glide above you, his eyes sparkling in excitement as your smile slowly began to match his own.

With seconds feeling like hours, your eyes remain locked as you both glide together below the clouds.

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Wenclair x Reader -

What Are You?- Chapter 9

Getting back into posting semi-regularly only like a week after the last update... I call that progress... Enjoy 😋

"Excuse me?" Your tone is very offensive and you can't quite process what is happening.

"Wednesday what did we talk about?" Enid placed her hands on her hips, waiting for her oblivious girlfriend to grasp the social implications of the sentence she just so casually used.

"My apologies let me start at the beginning" she looks to Enid for approval and Enid nods turning back to you. "We know you weren't wandering the halls cause you wish to appease your appetite" she states accusingly

'Play dumb,play dumb, play dumb' your mind screams at you

"Uhhh what exactly are you accusing me of?" You reply, extremely confused because why was it such a crime to be out in the halls at 10:30pm? And what makes her an expert on what you were doing? And what the hell has that got to do with you literally having the demand to strip hurled your way by the petite woman?

"No accusations, we are merely suspicious of you" Wednesday narrowed her eyes as panic flooded throughout your body. Crap! This is not what you needed right now. These 2 were relentless. How are you suppose to limit your weirdly growing feelings towards the 2 if in just 24 hours they have made it their mission to be around you invading your space like a rag-tag alien duo on a mission for information.

"Why? You barely know me?" Was all that you could think to say. Like don't get you wrong, you're flattered they are even the slightest bit interested in you, even if it is just because they are weary of you but still it didn't make sense. Surely you were just another outcast to them, why did they care ...noone else ever has.

Well sure the whole draining Enid part obviously peaked thier interest but you didn't think it would go this far. In fact you expected to be attacked by Wednesday and then for both girls to avoid you the rest of the year. Which, as much as it would be soul crushing, was better than hurting the only 2 people you had even remotely connected with in years.

Both girls remained silent and you became fidgety with the lack of noise or explanation. They were looking at eachother now not saying a word and merely making faces. Well... Enid was making faces, Wednesday on the other hand remained straight-faced and unmoving.

"So are you gonna tell us who or what attacked you?" Enid suddenly spoke completely changing the subject.

"Nothing attacked me I told you it was an accident just me being clumsy" You're not sure why you feel the need to even explain. You could just deflect since you barely know these girls but something about them caused you to have an internal conflict when lying to them.

"How dense do you think we are?" Wednesday deadpanned, not buying a single word of what you were saying.

Try Harder.

Convince them.

Wednesday moves towards her bed lightly frustrated with your uncooperative nature and pulls out what can only be described as a surgeons dream suitcase full of torturous looking tools.

"What are you doing?" you take a step back eyes fixated on the array of sharp instruments, holding your hands up in defense. You understood she was violent but was she really going to cut yo with a thousand knives?! A psychopath really shouldn't be this attractive to you ... It's troubling to say the least.

"Relax I told Wednesday she wasn't allowed to torture information out of you" Enid smiled way to widely for someone who just implied that they had discussed causing you grievous bodily harm but the wink it was paired with was even more disconcerting.

"It would make things a lot easier my dear" Wednesday hummed from behind Enid, lightly irritated by the power that her girlfriend had over her.

"Babe we discussed this" Enid's smile never wavered and instead she spoke through gritted teeth, trying to convince you that you were in no danger. Honestly, the smile that pulled at your own lips was of a betraying nature considering they were literally talking about the fact they had pre-discussed torturing you. But they were just so ... Funny and cute and- stop it! You free yourself from the cage you were about to trap yourself in.

"Yes dear" Wednesday folded. It seemed rather unnatural for a woman of her standing but you chose not to pry, instead changing the subject

"Ok lovely to know you won't be inflicting any harm on me but what's with the umm- the surgical equipment then?" you point to the devices and relax slightly, still keeping your guard raised.

"I do usually use these to inflict harm but they can heal all the same." Wednesday speaks arranging the tools neatly across her table

well that's terrifying.

You flit your eyes between Wednesday and the sharp instruments, unable to hide the discomfort you feel and then ultimately look towards Enid with a pleading look.

"I Promise it's safe. Wednesday has extensive medical training" Enid walks closer to you, hands raise to show you that she was not trying to hurt you.

"Umm well I just-" How do you get out of this! There's no way they are going to let you leave but if you stay that means more questions and more questions means more suspicions raised.

"Look" Enid raised her shirt exposing her torso ever so slightly and it's as if by instinct you look away. What was she doing, this kind of exposure made you physically ache with desire. Once she reaches you however she takes a breath and says "Mine healed". This sparks your interest and you slowly trail your eyes to her torso

You're eyes widen at the sight of 4 large scars painted across her hip.

"Oh my god what happened?" you can't hide your concern, it looked painful almost like the person or thing that inflicted them was attempting to kill rather than injure.

"I'll tell you my story if you tell me yours" she speaks more seriously this time and you can't help but let out a breathy "huh" as Enid lowers her shirt, a small innocent smile playing on her lips, teasing you.

"Well played" you mumble, rolling your eyes.

Before you can say anything else or Enid has a chance to respond you hear Wednesday's voice

"Enid come here darlin I need your claws" she didn't turn away from the desk until Enid skipped over to her effortlessly retracting her colourful claws.

Wednesday craned her neck slightly up and whispered something in Enid's ear and you watch as her eyes flick to you quickly then back to Wednesday. She kisses the pale girls cheek and you hear Wednesday say "Take this" and the 2 move in sync, the image of what they are doing hidden by there bodies "Here" Wednesday says again.

This is your chance , while they are distracted, just creep towards the door slowly and quietly and ...

No that would never work they could just corner you tomorrow. But you could just avoid them, give you time to think of an explanation? You did need to be stitched up but you had also already called your wicked godmother, regardless of whether she had answered or not. But could you even trust Wednesday near you with a literal murder weapon? Thoughts swirl in your head violently as you try to make a decision.

Quick you're running out of time!

Fuck it. You decide to do exactly what you had originally planned after much deliberation in your own head.

You take a step back. No indication that either of the girls had noticed. Thank God they were so focused on the equipment instead of you. So you continue to walk backwards, finally reaching for the door after moving agonisingly slowly towards it and never taking your eyes off of thier backs.

Your hand lightly twist the door a very very quiet click is heard and you wince at the noise, your eyes jumping to Enid and Wednesday who still seemed oblivious.

Right as you go to swing the door open and make a break for it, the door knob slips from between your grasp and a loud BANG! From the door closing shudders throughout the room

"What the-" was that magic? Who the fuck slammed the door shut? You eye the door up and down then physically jump at the sight of a disembodied hand at the foot of the door wagging its finger at you "Holy fu-" you hold your hands down in defense much like you had when the mouse had scuttled it's way towards you and then turn your head towards the eyes in the room.

Wednesday and Enid made no attempt to move from where they were stood and instead both stared at you, arms crossed in disapproval of your failed escape attempt.

"Thank You Thing" Wednesday says politely still looking at you eyebrows raised. Right now you're not sure whether to die from embarrassment being bested by a hand or to drop to your knees and plead not guilty.

Plan failed.

"Uhhhh, I was just-" you're kind of glad you were interrupted because even you weren't sure what half arsed explanation your brain would muster up for you anyway.

"Trying to escape we know" Wednesday deadpans and the way her eyes drill into your soul is either really unsettling or incredibly captivating... You haven't decided which yet.

"She's not a prisoner Wednesday" Enid's disapproval moved towards Wednesday then back to you reassuringly "Youre not a prisoner Y/N" she sighs out making her way towards you, Wednesday following suit as if magnetically connected to the blonde

"Kind of feels like I am" you let out a nervous laugh while side-eyeing ... What did Wednesday call it ... Thing?

"Leave if you must Y/N I am only trying to help" Wednesday spoke

"In return for what though?" you weren't used to getting things without anything expected in return. Someone helps you, you owe them a favour it's as simple as that. And although you hadn't known them all that long you're brain was bombarded with various dangerous scenarios you may end up in trying to make up for everything.

"An explanation of who and what you are" Wednesday says and stares at you expectantly. Well you knew she was straightforward but damn tell me what you want straight up why don't you.

"Wednesday!" Enid shot her girlfriend a look. Clearly subtlety was not Wednesday's strong suit

"Heh she's straightforward I'll give you that" you find yourself smirking at Enid as if admiring her choice of mate.

"Not a lot of anything else she does is straight don't worry" Enid pipes up taking the opportunity to lighten the mood and you let out a surprised laugh at the witty response.

Her girlfriend however simply rolls her eyes at the joke, but fails to suppress the small smile that flashes across her features for a millisecond. Then her face twists into one of annoyance

"You want honesty?" Wednesday took a step forward offensively, wide eyes threatening you And although you were slightly terrified you pursed your lips rubbing your chin and taking a more loose step forward yourself

"Yes I do" you found yourself challenging the girl, tilting your head.

"You don't know who you're messing with" Wednesday warned and you watched as Enid tugged harshly at Wednesdays sleeve, silently trying to end the impending conflict

"I like to think I could take you" you fold your arms. You weren't one to back down from a fight ... As long as that fight wasn't with ... Certain people in your life.

"Enid she's a comedian" Wednesday eerily tilted her head to the side, mirroring your actions and eventhough it shook you to your very core you told yourself to suck it up and sarcastically said

"Why thank you" performing a courtesy and smiling.

"Listen-" she starts but you can't risk her coming up with an airtight argument against you

"No you listen I appreciate what you're trying to do but this is bigger than-" and yet you were still interrupted obviously failing at asserting any kind of dominance. But really what hand did you have to play here

"Stop talking." She demanded, finally some kind of emotion peaking out from beneath her icy exterior.

"What I-" again she didn't let you finish.

"You want honesty?" She asked rhetorically again "You. Hurt. Enid" each word felt like a thousand cuts and all you could do was submit and look away in shame, prompting Wednesday to continue "And yet I am still here offering you aid in your time of need because it is what Enid wants and quite frankly I would like to help you aswell and I am not sure why so let me help you or don't..." She begins to move towards you with a fiery and threatening posture "but just understand this you do not want me as an enemy I will make sure that every moment in your life becomes nothing more than a waking nightmare and- " the passion, the fire, the energy she exerted was mesmerising and you're sure it's the most she's spoken in one breath since you met her.

"Okayyyyyy" Enid placed herself between the two of you. With each word Wednesday got closer and closer to you and honestly the relief you felt seeing the back of the blonde's head before Wednesday reached you was incredible

"You're right" you sigh in defeat "I'm sorry and I know that's not enough but I would like to make it up to you... The both of you" Everything Wednesday said was right and although you couldn't share much with them, all they had done so far is try to help so you could accept the help and start making amends. In fact you were going to accept the help and start making amends immediately.

She nods at you then motions for you to sit on the bed.

"I've just always been taught to be defensive I know you're only trying to help" you continue trying to settle the Seer even more so before she took a needle to your skin

"I believe you... now... I ask you once again to take your top off" Wednesday repeats and this time you can't help but reply

"More like an order but okay" unbuttoning your shirt nonetheless only pausing when Enid chimes in

"I know it's hot isn't it" she smirks and you laugh a little and weirdly enough find yourself nodding in agreement

"Enid" Wednesday's voice says it all and with no more words spoken the blonde submits.

"Sorry babe" she mumbles trying to dull her excitement.

What is going on?! You're really unsure of everything now. How quickly you switch between hating eachother and helping eachother. It's like Enid was the peacekeeper, the balance ... And to be honest the flirt and Wednesday was... Ohhhh now you understand why they work so well together.

So you do exactly as instructed and continue to take your shirt off, unbuttoning it slowly and rather timidly at that.

"Sorry it's a little awkward" you nervously laugh letting the shirt fall off your shoulders

"It's perfectly fine we have already seen-" Enid's words tangle into a grunt as Wednesday harshly elbows her in an attempt to stop her from talking.

"What?" You halt your actions, your chest half exposed and now suspicion filling your gut while continuing to remove the item of clothing but slower this time with more distrust.

"I meeean- it's nothing we haven't seen before you know, we're all women here" Enid laughs it off but you're still skeptical.

You had every right to be as at this very moment, Thing had been inspecting the box you came in with and as he popped open the lid the mouse you had so triumphantly caught earlier scurried out hurriedly and ran down the table leg.

""Ah nooo I just caught you you little- " and again your words fall short when you watch the mouse run towards Wednesday, scuttle up her leg and practically dive into her pocket

Your mouth slowly falls open in mortifying realisation.

"You ..." You say the word accusingly pointing a finger at both girls and slowly rising from the bed, as you consider pulling the shirt back up over your shoulders

"Y/N its not what you think" Enid screeched out defensively

"It's probably close to what she is currently thinking" Wednesday rebutted, not helping the situation AT ALL.

"You guys were..." With each passing moments your mind fills in the blanks. They never left! They were there the whole time! While you were undressing and calling your- oh god...

"No no it's not it's not what you think" Enid is stumbling over her words now but nothing could stop you from the information encasing your head with fears and doubts galore.

"She's a smart girl I'm sure she'll connect the dots" Wednesday smirks as if enjoying the thrill of being caught in a lie.

"Wednesday!" Enid yells face palming and shaking her head

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These 3 Zodiac Signs TOTALLY SUCK at FLIRTING

Not everyone can be good at flirting. In fact, most people are not naturally good at flirting.

It takes a special kind of person to never develop the art of flirting, though. A couple of zodiac signs are horrible at it.

Already being socially awkward can make flirting seem impossible to these types. Their teen and young adult years were especially embarrassing.

Even if they want to be a part of the dating scene, it can feel like being thrown into the deep end of a pool without knowing how to swim.

While some people are naturals who begin to paddle effortlessly, these zodiac signs flailed their arms and sank like a rock.

Let’s take a look at the top three zodiac signs that completely suck at flirting.

#1. Scorpio

Scorpio thinks flirting is cryptic comments and longing stares across the room.

A bit of advice for Scorpio. Stop weirdly staring at the person you like from a distance. You look like a stalker.

Crowned champion of awkward flirting, Scorpio likes to make up storylines in their head about their crush. They enjoy the fantasy more than the reality of trying to make a move.

And besides, Scorpio does not enjoy small talk or light topics. When they talk to others, Scorpio wants to go deep from the get-go.

They will bring up heavy topics and display their dark humor. Not many people can handle Scorpio and their interest in deep, dark topics.

It isn’t exactly a common way most people expect to be flirted with. And it can quickly turn people off.

Scorpio can end up falling into a victim mentality because of this. Believing no one will understand them, and therefore, why should they try making a connection?

Whether Scorpio is right or not on that front depends on the individual. But when they feel that way, it can make them isolate even more. Leading to less and less social contact, and even more awkward flirting skills.

Scorpio prefers their fantasy world and staring at their crush across the room. It’s less painful than trying to clumsily act on it.

#2. Capricorn

Capricorn isn’t known for their social skills. Let alone their flirting ones.

While Capricorn can excel at professional challenges, the fastest way for them to be stopped is to throw an attractive, flirty person in their way.

When Capricorn feels an attraction to another person, they become a mess.

They can chat as friends just fine. When they try to flirt though, it can appear from the outside as if they are pulling random topics from nowhere. And it doesn’t feel natural at all. Weird comments and out-of-place transitions will make it obvious they are struggling.

Capricorn will stumble over their words and likely have a good amount of anxiety and embarrassment at their attempt.

Capricorns are truly driven to succeed at everything they do and may become adequate at flirting. Through study and practice, Capricorn can overcome any obstacle. Even if that obstacle is their inner awkwardness.

#3. Taurus

There is not a single flirtatious bone in Taurus’ body.

Sure, they can enjoy being with someone. But that person is usually the initiator. Taurus is rarely the first one to make a move, even when they are interested in someone.

Like Scorpio, Taurus is very good at giving eyes across the room. Unlike their opposite sibling sign, though, Taurus knows how to use it as an invitation.

When the other person catches on and makes an approach, though, Taurus may inwardly panic.

Taurus doesn’t want to initiate, no, but they are extremely unsure of what comes next once the other person does.

Taurus is prone to mental freeze when their crush makes contact. They look cool and collected on the outside. Inside, they are a firestorm of conflicting emotions.

Excited, anxious, happy, terrified, embarrassed, and on and on. This overwhelm of emotions causes the freeze. Which in turn makes Taurus look incredibly awkward from another person’s point of view.

Unfortunately, it takes well into adulthood before Taurus loses any of that awkward edge. Making the teen and young adult years of dating mortifying.

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l-e-e-woso · 1 year

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Caught Red Handed PT2 - Alexia Putellas

The link for: Part 1

This is set in like 2025 and PT1 is set in the last couple months of 2024.

Italics = Spanish

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It had been about 8 months since you had moved to Manchester United from Barcelona because Alexia had cheated on you with Jenni who she promised that she was over but apparently she wasn’t.

After about a month of moving you eventually deleted all of your social media because every post you would see was about Alexia and Jenni. The posts would also all have hate comments mostly directed towards you saying some disrespectful shit like it was your fault that they broke up to begin with, saying that you had cheated on Alexia and just the usual comments.

It was really bad for you for the first few months but the Man United players had helped you out a lot with just including you in everything, being there when you needed a shoulder to cry on and just being able to talk to them no matter what.

A lot of your old Barca teammates had reached out to you but whenever they asked about you and Alexia, you would just leave them on read and just wait for them to talk about something else. Which made you feel like a dickhead but you just couldn’t bring yourself to talk about the situation.

You had grown really close with Mary Earps since joining Man United which surprised a lot of people cause Mary isn’t the calmest person and people thought that your personalities may clash but if anything you had somehow made Mary mellow out a bit.

Currently the whole team was on the team bus heading back to the hotel after a defeat. You were cuddling up to Mary who was fast asleep…well until your phone rang rather loudly making a lot of the girls groan in annoyance. “Turn it off…” Mary somehow managed to say in between yawns as she shoves you with her hand.

“Sorry…” You say just loud enough for all your teammates to hear and went to turn off your phone but just as you went to you saw who was calling.

It was Alexia…you sighed before answering the call and you were met by loud sobbing. “Alexia? What’s wrong?” You say quite concerned as it was usually a very rare occasion when Alexia cried because she liked keeping it bottled up inside.

“I-i…I don't know what to do. I’ve torn my ACL again except it's worse than last time, they don’t think it's possible that I will be able to play again. I didn’t know who else to talk to. Nobody understands like you do.” Alexia rants down the phone as you lean back in your seat in complete shock that this had happened to her again. You knew what she went through last time but this felt different like she wasn’t going to try, like she had given up already.

“Ale…you’ve got to try. You're too good of a person and player to give up this easily. You got this!” You say trying your best to put other emotions aside to attempt to cheer Alexia up enough to dig her out of this rough patch.

“I have! I’ve been doing recovery for the past couple months, Jona just put out that I’m taking some personal time. I think it’s time. I’m getting older now, my body isn’t doing what I want it to do anymore. I’m going to retire.” Alexia says which makes you get goosebumps immediately and cover your mouth in shock causing you fellow teammates to look at you weirdly.

“A-are you sure? It’s a huge decision Alexia!” You almost shout down the phone completely forgetting the anger you had for her, you stand up and start pacing in the bus. “Si…I’m sure. I just…needed to talk to you first.” Alexia says as she wipes her own tears off her face as she smiles at your concern for her.

“Ale, I’ll phone you when I get home okay? Bye!” You say quickly before hanging up and staring at the phone in your hand with complete shock. Mary throws her water bottle at you which makes you glare at her.

“What was all that about?” Mary asks, chuckling at your facial expressions and the fact she had no idea what you were saying when talking on the phone. “It was Alexia. She tore her ACL again but got told she won’t be able to play again so she’s retiring.” You say not really knowing what to do with yourself and a lot of your teammates gasp in surprise.

Alexia had just won her third Ballon D’or this year and everyone thought she had quite a few more years left. I mean jesus she is Alexia Putellas, La Reina of Barca.

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You had gotten home a few hours ago and you were trying to think about if you should forgive Alexia or not but you just couldn’t. It was more that you didn’t really trust her anymore rather than trying to forgive her. It was like she could read your mind because a second later Alexia’s name popped up on your phone.

“Let me in.” Alexia said as she facetimed you as she stood outside your front door which made you confused but you ran to open it anyway.

“What are you doing here?” You say slightly angry that she thought she could just turn up to your house out of the blue.

“I have an interview in Manchester and thought I should come see you in person. I think I owe you some sort of explanation.” Alexia said nervously as she saw your very angry looking facial expressions and shifted from one foot to another waiting for you to let her in, to get out of the freezing British weather.

You step aside to let Alexia in before closing your door and walking into your living room to sit down so the both of you could talk. “I forgive you…but I don’t trust you. We will not be a thing ever again. I won’t let my heart get broken by you again. We can be friends and that is it.” You say as Alexia sits down beside you on the sofa and then takes a sip of your energy drink which was on the coffee table.

“I understand. What I did was stupid and it shouldn’t have happened but it did. I broke everything off with Jenni. I regret what I did but unfortunately I cannot take it back, I would if I could. Thank you for forgiving me. I know I definitely do not deserve it but I appreciate it.” Alexia says as she shakily wipes away a few tears that streamed down her face as she caught a glimpse of your face while her head was buried in her hands.

“What are you planning on doing now that you're…retiring?” You ask curiously as you could not picture Alexia just lounging around doing absolutely nothing at all.

“I’ve been offered a few Head Coach positions for when I retire. It’s between Spain and Barca. I’ve been leaning more towards Spain? Cause Jorge needs to go and the girls deserve to be able to play for their country without getting treated like shit.” Alexia rants as you look at her with admiration for the fact she was still thinking about others even when going into retirement.

“Well as one of those girls, I'd love to play for Spain if you were our Head Coach. I think all of the girls would agree with me on that.” You said excited that you may play under Alexia for your home country.

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It was a month later and you had been called up for camp for Spain by none other than Alexia. To say you were excited was an understatement, you and Ona had been talking about camp for the past week which was very annoying for your Man Utd teammates but they were happy for the both of you at the sametime.

You walked into the training ground you were using and were greeted by Alexia. “Good to see you Coach Putellas!”

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#alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas #alexia putellas imagine #barcalona #barca femeni #barca femeni x reader #womens football #woso #woso fanfics #woso imagine #woso x reader #my fic

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suppenzeit · 1 year

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talking about the big doughboy under the cut cause i do have thoughts

-I ADORE how he really is just a fucking asshole. I think they try to bait the audience a bit in the beginning with Jack being kinda angsty about his past and the flashback being kinda ambiguous, but I love that the movie just goes "yeah he's just mean cause he likes being mean". LOVE a good shallow villain.

-I also adore the way he's animated. Any scene with him is just a joy, I love watching him move. His face is pretty small but he's so expressive, he's a big heavy guy but he's still agile.

-His design,, so good. His legs are so thin and weirdly long and his arms are fucking huge and he's so incredibly top heavy I feel like they really avoided the pitfall of just making him a generic fat guy by just making his proportions weird.

-His little tune when he's introduced is very fun and I'm sad it's only a short little bit (on the soundtrack, around 1:20 in to the "Horner Heist")

-Fun detail I haven't see anyone discuss: in certain scenes with him (i think especially fight scenes), there's a little chorus saying "Jack" (at least I think it does! the chorus seems to say other things too, so I don't think it's unreasonable to assume)

#:V #puss in boots #jack horner #big jack horner #sorry buddies youre gonna have to put up with a little more doughboy content cause i really like him #yes im calling him a doughboy now. what is a character without a stupid nickname ive given them

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smolghostbot · 2 months

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The Night Out

Because this stupid vampire refuses to leave my brain, here's another story about Nix, my beloved morally-gray genderfluid bastard vampire

(Note for the regular readers, this is not a g/t story! It's firmly a normal whump story. If you want a sizey story with Nix, check out Unlucky Clover)

Word Count: 2.8k CWs: whump, carewhumper, gaslighting, supernatural mind manipulation, abduction, nonconsensual blood drinking (maybe in a spicy way? gonna be honest besties i’m too ace to know what’s spicy or not)

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The Next Day

Where… are you? You look around, taking in a bedroom you’ve never been in before… at least, you don’t think you’ve been here. It’s a nice looking room, except… is the window boarded? Your breath hitches as the feeling of confusion makes way to panic. Your eyes dart to the door. It’s closed. Hesitantly, you get out of the bed, only to almost immediately get hit with lightheaded-ness. What…?

You sit back down, well, really you fall back down, and look to the night stand, where you see a breakfast bar and a sports drink. There’s a sticky note, with a heart drawn on it in red. You try to remember last night, what happened?

You remember going to the bar… but you don’t drink. You were just there with some friends, but… what happened after that? Why can’t you remember? Clearly, you went home with somebody… somehow.

Shit, my phone, you think, as you try to find it, but it seems to be missing. Weirdly, you still have your wallet… so you weren’t robbed, that’s good at least.

With no other options, you open the drink cap and the package the breakfast bar is in. Both are unopened, that’s a small relief… no worries about being tampered with. After you eat and drink, you start to feel a little better, but the calm you experience is short-lived as you hear movement from outside. You begin to worry, before realizing it’s probably the person who brought you here. They’ll likely have answers.

Sure enough, the door opens, and in walks a person you swear you’ve never seen before, though he looks… familiar. He’s pale, a bit on the short side, wearing clothes far nicer than yours with makeup to match, like he was out for a night on the town. His hair is a light purple, though you can see the black roots near his scalp. As your eyes meet his, you finally take in the obvious, being his blood-red eyes… and everything starts to make sense. Those are either contacts, or…

“Oh, well look who’s awake! I’ll be honest, you certainly had me worried with how fast you passed out”, he says with a grin and a wink. You instantly notice just how sweet and smooth his voice is. Between that and his appearance, it’s not hard to see how past-you ended up in this situation.

You have a million questions. How did I get here, where is here, why can’t I remember anything, what did I do last night. So many questions fighting their way to your mouth, but only one makes it all the way out and into the awkward silence of the room.

“Where’s my phone?”

He laughs at this, a hearty laugh that gives you a good look at his fangs. Yep, those aren’t contacts.

“That’s the question you ask? Really?” He says with an incredulous tone, “Well, don’t worry, it’s downstairs, fully charged. I didn’t want you waking up and panic-texting, that could cause me problems, as I’m sure you’re starting to realize.”

“I… think I get it. So, you…” you start to speak, as you feel around your neck.

“Other side, dear. Don’t worry, they’ll disappear within a few days.”

You move your other hand up, and sure enough you can feel two small scars in your neck. Your eyes go wide with panic, though he’s quick to continue speaking in that smooth tone as he walks over and sits on the bed next to you, putting a cold hand on your chest.

“Oh, do calm down, you’re still alive, aren’t you?”

Your quickly-beating heart does confirm that theory. So you’re still… you. That’s good.

“Why… can’t I remember last night? What did you do?”

He chuckles, grinning again with those sharp teeth.

“Why, how rude of you to assume the worst in me!” he says, with mock offense in his voice. “I simply removed a few memories of when I fed, for your sake. It… may have tampered with your memories of earlier in the night, but that wasn’t my intention.”

You decide to not push it. “I can’t remember… a lot of last night. It’s… a little scary.”

The vampire moves his hand gently to your shoulder. “Please, you have no need to worry. We met at the bar, hit it off, and then we came back here for me to feed. After which, you passed out and I erased your memories of the pain.”

A question lingers in your mind, though you’re almost afraid to say it. You stutter as you look down at yourself, “Did we, uh, aside from the…”

His gaze grows serious, and the next words he speaks seem to be missing the aloof attitude he had prior. “Let’s not mince words. While you’re quite cute, I only drank your blood, dear. Nothing more. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have wiped your memory. I’m not a monster.” he says, almost spitting the words out.

Okay. He’s answered most of your worries, but the memory situation still leaves several more questions unanswered. Regardless, as attractive as this stranger may be, you really don’t want to hang around here any longer than you have to… something doesn’t sit right about this whole situation.

“I still don’t understand why you wiped my memory… but I guess I believe you… can I, um… can I leave?”

He scoffs at this. “Can you leave? I don’t know, can you? Trust me, dear, if I didn’t want you to leave here alive, you wouldn’t be awake right now, if you understand.” He says with a wink, though that doesn’t comfort you in the slightest.

“I… I’d like to leave now.”

He stands up, making a beckoning motion with his hands. “Very well then, if you insist on heading out, and you think you can walk properly, let’s go get your phone and I’ll call a cab. It’s on me, of course. You’ll have to forgive me for not driving you back to the bar myself, but the sun is out, you understand.”

You stand again, this time able to keep your bearings after a quick stumble, and make your way out into the rest of the vampire’s house. It’s a nice house, if not a little bit unusual with every window being boarded, though you suppose that makes sense. Otherwise, it looks… almost normal. As he calls a cab, you take a seat on a nice couch in the living room, noticing that your “host” gives you a small smirk as you do so.

As you get ready to head out, you see the vampire duck away from the door, but not before saying one final thing. “I added myself to your phone, by the way. Look for Nix if you change your mind about spending some more time together. I’m always here,” Nix says with a flirty wink as you walk out the door.

The Night Before

Fuck, how did you end up in this situation. You were just at the bar with your friends, and now you’re sitting here making awkward eye contact with a vampire. You know she has just as much right to be here as anyone else, you suppose, but still…

Oh, shit, she’s headed right for you. As she gets closer, you take in her appearance. She's average height, you think. Her outfit is fancy, with makeup to match, though it doesn’t hide the tell-tale pallor of a vampire. Her hair is a lavender color, with visible black roots, and her eyes a bright crimson, typical for vampires.

Clearly she notices your wary expression, as her eyebrows raise, and she begins to speak to you, her voice sweet and smooth.

“Let’s cut to the chase, dear, I see the way you’re looking at me. Are you captivated by my appearance, or just not used to seeing my kind?”

“I, uh… sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude…” you stammer out, definitely not wanting to insult her.

“It’s all fine, my dear. Honestly, it amuses me. You look young… let me guess, you’re new to the nightlife, probably here with those friends of yours, and worried about… these?” She says, before flashing her fangs at you quickly. She chuckles and takes a sip of the drink in her hand as you try to form a response.

“No, I just, uh…” you try to lie, but quickly realize that she can see right through you. “Sorry.”

“Well, I’ll have you know this is just a normal margarita, and I’m just trying to enjoy an evening the same as you.”

Well. Now you feel like a jerk. “O-of course, I didn’t mean to imply…”

She laughs again as she cuts you off, before staring at you with a look that you can only read as condescending. “Oh, you’re absolutely adorable, you know that? Don’t worry about offending me, dear, I’ve heard it all before.”

After a moment of you failing to reply, she gives a wink and heads back to the other side of the bar after a simple “Try not to stare, dear”. You try to remain calm and collected. After all, she’s just a vampire… There are lots of vampires…

Your friends come back, and you hang out for a few hours, still noticing the vampire a few seats down at the bar. You swear she glances at you throughout the night, but you pay it no mind.

Finally, your friends start filtering out. The friend you were supposed to be driving home, of course, decided to go home with some guy, so they no longer needed a ride. Typical. As you head towards your car alone, you’re interrupted by a familiar voice.

“Leaving so soon, dear?”

You turn around and see her, that vampire. Immediately, your eyes dart around, looking for anybody else nearby, just in case, but she quickly interrupts your panicked line of thinking.

“Oh, do calm down. Seriously, what do you think I’m really going to do?”

Bashfully, you take a deep breath. She’s absolutely right, she’s done nothing to warrant that kind of reaction… until suddenly she’s right behind you, one hand on your waist, the other holding your head back, and her face right near your throat. She speaks, her breath tickling your neck.

“Something like this? Sneak up behind you and drain you dry?”

You freeze as your life flashes before your eyes, but you hardly have time to make a sound before she’s back to where she was standing, a few feet away, looking at you expectantly.

“Well, that should prove that I mean no harm. If I truly wanted you dead and drained, you would be,” she says, as if that’s comforting in the slightest.

“W-what do you want?” you ask, after taking a second to compose yourself.

“Oh, you know the answer to that, don’t you? You’ve clearly been anxious about it all evening.” she replies, grinning enough for you to see her fangs.

“Wait, wait, hold on, you just said you wouldn’t…” you stutter, panic rising as you start to look around again.

“Kill you, yes.” she says, taking a very deliberate step forward. “And I won’t. But you see, I’m quite hungry. Don’t worry dear, if you’re good then I promise everything will be just fine.”

You go to run, but your arm is grabbed with an almost impossible strength. You think to scream, but something feels like it’s stopping you. You look at the vampire, and see her eyes glow in an almost hypnotic way.

“I… I don’t want to die…” is all you manage to whisper, as if your own mind is preventing you from screaming in terror.

“Shhh… I promised you’d be fine, didn’t I? So why don’t you just come with me, nice and easy, and we won’t have any trouble.” she says, changing her grip so her arm is wrapped around yours, hand in cold hand.

“There we go… My place is just a few blocks away, why don’t we go for a nice walk, hm? Unless you want to make a mess out here?” Despite her phrasing it as a question, she’s already walking, forcing you to walk as well to keep up. To an outsider, you’d look like a normal couple going for an evening walk… which is probably exactly what she wants.

Your words feel like they’re stuck in your throat, both from fear and whatever influence she’s putting on you. You’re barely able to speak, your voice coming out as a whisper even as you try to shout. “Why…?”

The vampire seems confused, before giving that toothy grin you’ve grown to hate and replying. “Because, dear, you were perhaps the world’s easiest target. And what can I say, I find myself drawn to the anxious types… It makes the hunt more fun.”

“I have… a family…” you say, as if it’ll do anything to deter the vampire.

“Aren’t you moving a little fast, dear? We’ve only just met, and you want me to meet the parents,” replies the vampire, a snarky tone in her voice. “I already told you, as long as you play nice then you’ll be going home tomorrow, there’s no need to beg… though I do find it entertaining.”

“... There’s no… getting out of this, is there?” You ask, and she gives a small chuckle before nodding in agreement.

“I’m afraid not. You must understand, it’s been quite a while since I’ve fed. And, if I may be so bold, your blood smells amazing.” She says, which only serves to make you more nervous. The rest of the walk is quiet, aside from some cheerful humming coming from your kidnapper as she swings your arm to a rhythm only she’s aware of.

As you enter her house, you’re walked over to the couch, and surprisingly, she lets go of your hand. As she walks away, you jump up to escape, only to see the vampire chide you and shake her head from across the room. “Now now… remember what I said about being good? Unless you want the thrill of a chase, in which case… just take a few more steps.”

You saw how fast she can move. You decide to sit down.

“There we go dear, you’re a smart one, aren’t you?” she replies, as if praising a puppy. You see her bringing over a red towel. You know what it’s for, this is a nice couch after all. You wonder if the towel’s always been red.

She sits down next to you, and leans in close, her face right next to your neck, as she moves her hand around your throat to hold you in place. You tense up, an involuntary reaction. “Now now… this will only hurt for a moment. And tension will make it hurt worse, dear, so why don’t you just relax.”

You desperately try to relax, to ignore the fangs near your neck, to forget the fact that you’re about to potentially die. While the vampire said you’ll be fine, can you really trust a woman who abducted you in the middle of the night?

“Are… are you sure I’ll be okay?” You barely say. You know you won’t truly trust her answer, but hearing it one more time wouldn’t hurt, at least. She rolls her eyes and speaks to you in that same condescending tone.

“Yes yes, I’ve been doing this for, oh, 200 years now? I think I’d know how to feed by now. You just sit still and continue to look adorable and stupid, and you’ll be just fine.”

And then she bites down.

She was right. It only hurts for a moment, as her fangs pierce into your neck with near surgical precision. Afterwards, a numb feeling spreads through your body, starting at your throat, as if her bite has some kind of sedative in it. With every beat of your pounding heart you can feel the blood pulsing out of your neck and into the vampire’s mouth. You want to scream, but even the thought hurts you considering the condition your throat is in. After what could have been seconds or hours, you aren’t entirely sure, your whole body starts to feel light and fuzzy, the lamp in the room seems brighter, the distant sounds of the city replaced with a ringing buzz. You start to feel like you’ve been lied to, and you’re not getting out of this alive, before your eyelids flutter, no longer able to keep themselves open.

And then everything goes dark.

#fully expecting this story to flop in the notes but i don't write for you all i write for me #my writing #oc tag: nix #whump #vampire whumper #vampire #carewhumper #tw gaslighting #tw abduction

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moonflwer-gutz · 11 months

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Jonah head cannons cause we love him here!

jonah headcanons ok!!

this boy is an excellent driver! the van is his and it is his baby. only very trusted people are allowed to drive it. very trusted person: evelin. adam’s a fucking menace and will crash on purpose and sarah’s road rage scares the shit out of jonah. he also gets music privileges, his van his rules.

going off of music, his taste is all over the place. jonah is the type of guy who—like me—has rihanna, mcr, lady gaga, and limp bizkit all on the same playlist.

he really likes bracelets and rings bc they give him something to fiddle with when he gets anxious, which is a lot bc he has to deal with yknow Everything

he actually has a few piercings that he got bc he saw adam get them and have no reaction so he was like “ah yeah thisll be fine, didn’t hurt adam so it wont hurt me” and he always ends up with a piercing that’s causing him throbbing pain. and then adam will get another piercing bc it doesnt hurt him and the cycle repeats-

he has a few tiny stick-and-poke tattoos that he’s given himself and that adam has given him. they aren’t good but he has them and they remind him of silly goofy old times adam has some too, but for some reason they always seem a bit shifted in position whenever jonah looks at them. eh, probably just bad memory is all

jonah is actually really good at arguing and making his case in serious situations because of learning from mervin. lawyer gene runs in the family naturally, so not a lot of people win arguments with jonah, at the very least he’s able to get a lot of people to see his side pretty easily.

jonah (and adam) had started community college majoring in film but realized that in the end it wasn’t really worth it. they couldn’t even afford it all that much and both dropped out together to pursue BPS stuff (mervin didn’t approve of this but jonah didn’t really care all that much. he paid rent at home and did still technically have a job so mervin still let him live in the house rather than at least making him move out)

jonah’s the second tallest person in every group he’s in, at 6’0” and that’s rivaled only by adam at 6’3”. jonah used to be taller than him at the beginning of high school, but as soon as he started bragging about his height, adam seemed to hit a weirdly fast growth spurt and immediately shot up a few inches in height.

he’s dyed his hair a few colors before settling on the purple/silver (previous colors included neon green and orange and everyone hated them)

he had braces in middle school. yeah he just did. to me.

#yeah!#joner!#love that guy so much!#jonah marshall #moonflwer headcanons #moonflwer answers #tmc #tmc headcanon #the mandela catalogue

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attollogame · 11 months

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yo yo!! i'm currently writing my own if, and i'm struggling with the worldbuilding 😭 attollo's world is so beautifully fleshed out and full and i love it to bits. if it's not too much trouble could you share things that helped you or your process or anything a beginner could find helpful?

Hi! I've seen a few other authors answer this, so I'm not exactly sure how much new advice I can give you building off of what's already been said before. I've sort of talked about how I go about worldbuilding and how I recommend approaching it in the past, but I'll definitely reiterate here, because those were a while ago now.

I think one of the biggest things people need to do with their worlds is look at what you have, and then ask questions. Why did someone build that city there? Who built that city there? What is the biggest attraction for people to move to that city? When was the city built? Has it been shaped by war? Passed from one political hand to the next? What are those wars? Who are those political hands? Then you get into questions like, why are those wars happening to begin with? What are the motives? Who do they affect?

Another thing that I myself need to keep in line with is keeping the worldbuilding practical to the story. It's definitely cool to have incredibly immersive world (I'm guilty of writing a lot of worldbuilding LMAO) but also make sure that the worldbuilding serves to explain something to a reader later, or help make sense regarding something the reader knows now. I talk about Antonio Vargo and Vincent Crowe, for example, in Attollo because they're key contributors to a lot of things that will and have happened; although they aren't really 'in' the world, they still shaped it. Things like that are super vital to helping your readers. Pinpoint the important people, places, and events, and build on those first.

I will say, interacting on here has helped a lot too. I had one person very passionate about aqueducts talk to me about the sewage system in Attollo once, which weirdly helped me figure out the Under City's design LMAO. People's questions can also help you shape the world by guiding you into thinking about things you may have not considered before.

I don't want to ramble too long, so I'll pinpoint to key things I've mentioned:

Ask questions. The who, what, when, where, why, and how that's probably been drilled into all of our minds by some literature teacher actually does make a comeback in worldbuilding, and can help you set a really strong foundation

Keep it practical. Make sure you nail down the key components of the world you'll need for your story before wandering into the sprawling world of underground sewage systems used by various cities across the world LMAO

Pinpoint the important people, places, and events, and build on those first. Who are your key people in your world; who shaped it, who's shaping it now? Where are the biggest places your story will feature? How did they come to be? What's their infrastructure, government, etc? What events shaped your world? Did you have wars, famines, rebellions? What caused those?

Interactivity will help too. People will ask questions you never thought of, and that can contribute as well.

So, grab the bull by the horns in a sense. Read a lot of articles, and books, and see what the world has to offer; worldbuilding can be hard to start, but once you get the ball rolling, it's a lot easier to tackle.

Hope that helps!

#advice

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cherrys-side-bitch · 2 years

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Weird request but can I rq joseph, jotaro, josuke and giorno with a very.... unsettling gn s/o, if your familiar with sadako from the ring and/or kayako from ju-on(the grudge) that's the vibes that they give off. It also doesn't help that they do stuff that can be considered "odd" like crawling in vents, casually chilling under tables and beds, popping up out of nowhere when you're not paying attention for 2 seconds, twisting and bending their body into ways "no human being can", casually dropping information on stuff "no normal human being would know"(take that as you will), being "weirdly" into the paranormal and occult world of things, or even just standing cause they have vibes that natrually set off a fear response The kicker is that they are extremely oblivious to how scary they are so they could be coming down from a vent, the person they appeared infront of is screaming their head of and s/o is just like "???". Yeah they might make you feel like your in a horror movie but it's fine 😄

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕒𝕟 𝕌𝕟𝕤𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊/𝕆

gn! s/o, they/them pronouns, fluff-ish ig

Note: I had fun writing this! Also, I suck at writing for Jotaro. Sorry about that. I hope this was to your liking anon!

They lowkey reminded him of Santana when they come crawling out of the vents. Just not nearly as terrifying.

Finds their oddness a part of their charm and is saddened that they don't realize it.

He's quite concerned about what might happen if others find out about your hobbies because of the time period.

When he was worried about Speedwagon’s disappearance they told him that he was “relatively safe.” He was confused because unlike the usual comforting he'd expect to get he only got that.

It always seemed as if they knew things before they happened and he always joked about them being some sort of psychic.

He'll admit that he has been scared by your little appearing trick more than once although begins to get used to it after a while.

If he sees them sitting under a table he’ll just squat down and ask them if something is up. If not he’ll leave them be.

Although when they twist their body in nearly impossible ways he starts to get concerned that they'll hurt themselves or that may have been turned into a vampire. It's unlikely but a genuine concern.

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Probably thought that they were an enemy at first-

Once he gets to know them better he sort of just accepts that they are like that.

Is worried they will hurt themselves when they are bending their body a lot.

Is a bit weirded out by their fascination with the occult but as long as they don't drag him into it too much or end up getting hurt he's fine with it.

When they say that something unexpected is going to happen and it actually does is when he starts to really get concerned.

Thinks they're weird for finding comfort in sitting under tables or laying under beds.

Won't admit it but they scare him sometimes with the shit they.

“If you hear an old man grumbling I'd recommend not going out. The man down the hall just wants to find what it lost but he might mistake your eyes for his so it’s better to be safe than sorry”

Honestly thinks they are talking about stand users or are going insane. There is no in-between.

In quiet rooms with him, he can swear that he hears whispers around them but they aren't moving their mouth in the slightest.

He figures he's just hearing things, his brain making sounds where the sounds aren't, just to fill in the silence. Although after a while he is beginning to think it's not just a coincidence.

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They have scared him too many times.

One example was when he was waiting on them to show up for their date, so he looked at his phone to see if you texted him. He swore they were nowhere near him like 10 seconds ago but there they are, standing right next to him, apologizing for being late.

When he flinches, almost falling over in the process, they look at him confused asking him wrong as if they didn't just appear out of thin air.

To say you spooked him was an understatement.

He loves them with his whole being they need to stop appearing out of nowhere.

Tries to tell himself that they just have a teleportation stand or something like that, it eases his mind a bit.

If he ever finds out they don't actually have stand he's losing his mind.

When they start talking about the occult he tries to pay attention but it's hard sometimes since there's so much and he doesn't understand half of the words they are saying.

He’s a supportive boyfriend though!

Sometimes thinks they are purposely trying to scare him but that theory gets debunked quickly since they are often confused when he's scared.

One day while they were over at his house they spoke of an old man in a suit wanting to say hello to him. At first, he was confused and thought he was in trouble when he thought of his grandfather. He tells himself that it was probably just a coincidence but couldn't help but wonder.

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Unlike the others, he never actually grew up in a healthy environment as a child so doesn't exactly see certain things they do as all that weird. Just sort of happy to have someone, even if they have their weird little quirks.

Even with that, he is a bit unsettled by them at times.

Occasionally, when he would just see them standing around, he would have a wave of fear wash over him for a minute. He doesn't know why, but he felt as though he had seen something he shouldn't have, but he doesn't know what it was.

Sometimes he swears he can see shadows twisting around them at times. The overwhelming feeling that something is wrong without knowing what it is.

He loves them, he does, but everything that's happened so far has started to get concerning.

He wonders if they are even human at times.

They're lucky that Giorno is a part of the mob or else he probably would have accidentally punched the shit out of them with Golden Experience.

Starts to get worried with the amount of time they have crawled out of vents in his presence.

At least if he even has a mission where he has to interrogate someone he knows who to ask-

He just pretty much tells them to be themselves in the interrogation and, to no one's surprise, it works like a charm.

Although they are very confused about why the man is screaming for help. They only asked him a few questions.

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junhanndee · 7 months

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the essay / junhan

in the midst of discovering life and growing up, you discover just where you found love.

warnings : fluff!!!!, friends to lovers, mutual pining, neighbors, new girl y/n, high school, college au

while growing up, junhan had always thought he had an idea of love. it was when his mom would make him food every night or when his parents would take him out to eat every birthday. that was love to him, until he met you.

you had came into junhans life as a new neighbor, while you both were preparing for high school and what you thought would be adult hood. he still remembers the first day he saw you carrying a box into your house followed by a string of curse words due to the heaviness of said box.

although he doesn’t remember becoming so close to you that he couldn’t ever imagine spending his time with anybody else.

starting high school out in the beginning is never easy. from the freshman jokes to the stress on the back of all new comers, he could only imagine what it was like for you. new house, new people, new school, just basically new everything.

when he saw you in the hallways looking confused as ever, he couldn’t help but stop to ask if you needed some help, just to discover you were both headed to the homeroom you would both share for the next four years.

ever since that day, you’d became inseparable. staying up late every night talking about what the next day would have in store and what fun things you would do after school. it became a common occurrence to be at his house with his family or vice versa. you just knew that you were so glad to have a friend like him in your life.

around your senior year, things had slightly changed. you of course by now had your own friends and junhan following suit with some new, some old. time with him was seldom but still held the same safe space as it did throughout all the years of highschool so far.

it was one night in particular that you could recall as if it had just happened. junhan was sitting on your bed whilst you were sat at your desk. he had bought a guitar about a year ago to ‘fill the void in his life’ as he likes to say.

junhan had found his passion, guitar. he would stay up until the morning of the next day practicing and practicing just to get a single riff perfect. of course to show you after school or as soon as he could.

this night in particular made your heart move just a little more than it ever had before.

you looked over at junhan to see him playing away on his guitar in his own little world. the way his eyebrows furrowed every time a sour note would ring in the air, his fluffy hair barely reaching the tops of his eyelids, and his white rimmed glasses tipping the bridge of his nose.

you sat there for a bit before you started to think about all the time you shared with him.

the times that he would offer nothing less than a space space to you when you truly needed it, when he would push your hair out of your face when you had studied just slightly enough to cause a ruffle in your hair, and all those times you never realized how thankful you were for somebody like him.

“y/n, you’re staring or you’re blanking which one is it” junhan ask snapping you out of your thoughts

“well, i don’t know where i’m going with this paper and your guitar is just slightly more interesting” you say while motioning for him to scoot over so you could sit criss cross next to him on your bed

“you know, i have a question and i don’t want you to take it weirdly…. i’m just not the best with my words.” you say while glancing over to him to meet his eyes

“you’re making me nervous…. what’s up??” he asks while slightly giggling and putting his guitar down on the floor, moving to face you

“have you ever thought about what love is?” you ask and begin to play with your hands “like i don’t know just like realizing it’s more than what you may think it is?”

“well, if i’m being honest, not really. i think of love and i think about my parents and what they’ve done for me but nothing like in love or romantics” he says while slightly looking to the side

“i think that love can be many things, i was writing about it so that’s why i asked! i’ll add that to my essay if you wouldn’t mind…?” you ask while making your way back to your desk

“oh yeah! that’s fine, but you’ll have to let me read it later!!” he says while beginning to pack his things up

“yeah maybe when we are freshman in college” you say while trying to hold back some nervousness in your tone

“well as long as i get to read it! i’m going to go ahead and go home. early day tomorrow!” he says knowing this week will start graduation week for the both of you.

as he leaves the room, you let a sigh of relief out. junhan didn’t question it but little did he know, your essay was about him. about how love can be found in many things.

that night you realized that love was what you had for junhan. maybe even in a more than friends way even if he didn’t feel the same.

and the same for junhan, ever since that night, he began to think about the same thing you had that very night. he began to slowly realize that maybe he did love you and just maybe love could be found in different places.

with time also came graduation, and with graduation also came college. luckily for you and junhan, you would be both be attending the university in your town to save on college costs and living costs too.

junhan just couldn’t help but think and think about what you had said to him, even in the middle of freshman year.

“hey y/n!!” junhan said to you while walking into your room

“oh hey! did your class end early?” you ask checking the time “wait like super early??”

“well our professor is super sick right now so he decided to cancel class for tonight” junhan said while setting his things down and coming to sit next to you on your bed.

“ohhhh that makes sense….. i mean sucks he’s sick but hey! no class right” you said while playfully hitting his arm and falling back onto your bed which junhan followed.

“you know, you said you’d let me read that essay once we were in college right?” he says while turning his head to look at you

“oh junhan…. i don’t know if i ever have that essay anymore!! plus it was just a dumb essay, nothing really important” you say while finding yourself quite nervous

“i know it’s still on your computer!! i saw your google docs like…. three days ago!! come onnnn y/n i just want to read it.” junhan says while slightly sitting himself up on the edge of your bed.

you ponder for a bit and wonder if you should just come up with an excuse but you decide ultimately it was best to just tell him than him reading a dumb essay about your love discovery.

“jun, can i explain it to you?” you ask while bringing yourself to sit up next to him

“sure!! but i’d still like to read it eventually if you’d let me”

“well, it was about love as you know, and finding love in all sorts of things. but the main point of the essay was to show the love that i had found in…. you.” you say while fidgeting with your fingers.

“just throughout the years, you’ve always been there for me. even in ways i didn’t realize until now. the times where you would stay up with me with flash cards for a test you didn’t even have or the times where i would cry and you would just hold me like you didn’t have more important things to do. that’s love to me jun, and i love you.” you say fighting back all nervousness in your system.

“y/n…..” junhan says while looking at your face

“look i know it’s stupid really, it was just an essay thoug-” you begin to say until you feel a pair of lips pressed against yours

pulling away junhan holds your face in his hands, causing you to make direct eye contact with him.

“oh y/n how much i love and have loved you. i found love in you too….”

“so does this mean i don’t look really stupid right now?” you ask and with a slight giggle junhan is pressing another kiss to your lips as if he hadn’t a minute before.

breaking away from the kids junhan does nothing but reassure you that you’re not stupid and he really couldn’t believe how long it took for you to both see love in each other.

“so when can i read this essay…?”

“JUNHAN!!!!!!!”

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