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allisonlol · 10 months

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chuuya dazai and fyodor when reader tries to remove the hickies they gave reader the next day OHKYIGOAHSS

a/n: hiii everyone i have crawled out of my void to offer you this post !! ty to the anon who came up with this wonderful idea. i've missed posting omg and we somehow are so close to 3k despite my inactivity??? slay. shall open reqs again once we get there mwehehe

warnings: slight nsfw

(Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor) When You Try to Remove Hickeys

Chuuya

he's gonna be the most chill about this tbh

it's your body and if you don't want ppl seeing that on you then that's ur choice!!

however

hiding them is one thing, but that doesn't mean he wants to see you removing them

so yknow that hack where you take a whisk and like,,,twist it over the mark to get rid of it?

yeah so you tried that...and it was actually working until chuuya barged into the room and demanded to know what you were doing

bro is not happy to see the hickies he'd proudly left on you last night being somehow removed by a WHISK

grabs that mf thing and throws it across the room

chuuya's not angry at you, more so frustrated and insecure?? cuz like why would u wanna get rid of them

he's lowkey gonna start pouting tbh. won't say anything else but will glare & give u silent treatment

won't stop until you admit the only reason u removed them is because it was too visible with your work uniform and u didn't want everyone staring smh

insist that he should give you more in areas that people won't see and there's no guarantee y'all won't be late to work <3

Dazai

oh lord

so dazai really loves to mark you up

and last night was no different. your neck was black and blue with hickies

deadass to the point where you nearly had a heart attack when you saw it in the morning

"how am i gonna go to work like this?!" you practically sob to him while he LAUGHS

his only advice is "then don't go" as if both of y'all don't need to have ur asses at the agency in 20 minutes

you check ur phone for the time and when u see this you panic and sprint to your shared bedroom

you try everything you can think of to cover them

first you hastily layer concealer on your neck, to no avail as the marks were too dark

then digging through ur closet for clothes with a high enough neckline to hide it, to which you found none

whole time dazai is leaning against the doorframe, watching ur meltdown with an amused expression

he approaches and helps u up from the floor where u had collapsed with all the clothes strewn around you ☹️

"allow me to pick out something for you to wear" ….oh god

u guys are beyond late at this point so you sigh and accept defeat, to which dazai picks a shirt that of course displays all the marks on your neck

you got lots of stares that day to say the least

Fyodor

surprisingly fyodor doesn't usually leave too many marks on you to begin with

he's got that old fashioned take where it's like "other people don't need to see that and be in our business" if u know what i mean

however, he is also a very possessive man

^so when he gets worked up and does leave hickeys on you, the last thing he wants to see is you trying to hide or remove them

which is exactly what he walked in on u doing today

you were trying the good old "rub an ice cube on it" hack before u had to work

now this mf thinks you have some hidden agenda as to why you wanted them gone

"are you seeing someone else" 💀💀

PLS u didn't realize he had been watching from the doorway and this scares u so bad u drop the ice cube down ur shirt

u start frantically trying to get it out of ur shirt while yelling at him like "i have to work, wtf are u talking about???"

u immediately stop tho when he storms up to u and grabs your face to make you look at him

his face is so cold and unreadable omg it's scary

his eyes shift to the marks on your neck as he traces over them with his fingers

"leave these alone" he says lowly, then adjusts the collar of your shirt so they are partially covered

neither of u will say anything more about it after that, but fyodor sends sigma to secretly follow u to work to make sure that's where ur really going 😓

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gardengirl222 · 7 days

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Hi angel! thoughts on 80s!slasher!jj ?? I loveee ur work btw! sending hugs and kisses! 💗

ofccc!! this is fun lol - 80s!slasher!jj

₊ ⊹ warnings! 18+ - p in v, non con, violence, jealous!jj, death, slight breeding kink, threats, obsessed!jj, dark!jj - ₊˚⊹

you and jj would have never become friends if you both hadn't met while working together at the little fast-food diner inside the mall. he was usually working in the back, preparing the food, and you were usually on server duty. with your short white tennis skirt and the diner polo shirt uniform you could usually draw attention from guys who wanna take you out and possibly eat you, you were so sweet. but there were days when you and jj would both be on cashier duty, those were his and your favorite days, it was basically like hanging out all day side by side.

as the day dragged on it was getting closer to closing time, thank goodness you thought, already super exhausted. after a few minutes a group of preppy jerk jocks come in, one of the guys walking up to your register with a stupid smirk on his face, danny. "hey babygirl, can i get uh, the number 5 with a milkshake anduh- your number? " he tilts his head up, proud of his little pickup line. you shake your head with a small smile and silently scoff at his stupidity. jj who is currently helping another customer, listens in and watches the interaction by side eyeing you both every few seconds. jj's jaw ticks as he tries to let you handle it.

"a number 5 will that be all?" you continue to try and be professional with a sweet smile.

"uh no actually, how about- you let me take you to the prom," he smirks again.

"i'm actually out of town that day so-" you tilt your head and act uninterested.

"oh cuhmon- it'll be fun, you know you want to. i even booked a hotel room for that night and we'll-" danny persists further until he's interrupted by jj who snaps his head toward us.

"she said no man." jj warns, danny's mouth agape as he turns over to look at jj.

"was i talking to you maybank? cuz uh- i don't think i was." danny snickers almost trying to size jj up.

"i don't give a shit, she's clearly not interested." jj squints his eyes and nods to himself.

"oh woah! you've got yourself a little protector huh? no way this guy is your boyfriend right?" the guy turns to you and then back to jj. "i mean look at you! she's a total betty and you...you and your deadbeat dad aren't even good enough to scrape the dirt off our shoes." the boy scoffs and the rest of his friends snicker on cue.

jj tongues his cheek and grins in faux amusement, the guy turns around to walk off like a winner when jj reaches his arm out and taps the guy's shoulder. "hey man you forgot your-" jj grabs one of the milkshakes ready on the counter and throws it in the asshole's face, 'ruining' danny's gelled hair and expensive polo shirt. the diner fills with gasps, 'ooohs' and snickers.

"milkshake." jj finishes his sentence, and laughes through his nose. you stand there eyes wide as danny wipes the melted pink milk off his eyelids. "quit fuckin' around and get outta here" jj shoos the guy away with the motion of his hand as the humiliated boy walks away shouting back loudly "you are so dead maybank!"

"whata piece of shit." jj mumbles and slams his hand on the counter and turns to see the manager shaking his head, disappointed. jj goes into the kitchen leaving you there to process what just happened.

as the restaurant was about to close, you and jj were the only ones left, since you would have been closing together that night. the manager did fire him but somehow managed to stick around without him seeing jj.

you decided to let him do this thing inside the kitchen while you did the final table wipe-downs and setting up everything for tomorrow morning, time after time playing in the background. you hear some concerning noises coming from the kitchen area, knowing only jj was in there makes you stop and wonder why all the banging?, when another loud scary sound can be heard throughout the diner. you run behind the counter and around the corner to see what was making that noise, your eyes land on danny, dead, laying flat on his back on the floor with his face all burnt, bubbling, and bloody. you let out a horrified scream and cover your mouth immediately afterward, stumbling backward a bit and feeling nauseous. 'how did danny even end up back here?' you thought.

you feel your back bump into something, and you let out another spooked yelp, you feel two strong hands spin you around and when you look up, you realize it's only jj.

"jj, danny...he must have- the deep fryer-" you stutter, and he shushes you "i know, i know."

"we have to call the police! i-is he dead? oh god, i'm gonna be sick..." tears start to fall down your cheeks, terrified and confused by how jj isn't freaking out or doing anything about it. you squirm out of his grip and back away from him.

"jj? did you hurt danny? oh my god, did you burn his face off?" you ask with wide eyes, chest heaving.

jj nods but he doesn't look remorseful. you start to burst out in tears, unsure of what to do, you look over at the door and back over at jj who gives you a look of warning. he's all sweaty and dirty, his white shirt stained with grease and blood.

the jukebox continues to play music, where otherwise silence would fill the diner. you decide to make a run for the door, but he beats you to that. jj manages to stand in front of you, clenching his jaw and squinting his eyes.

"i did that for you, i did it to protect you." he spits, looking down at you in disappointment.

"you're scaring me jj" you whine.

"why? i think you're being ungrateful." he whispers, looking down at you.

"you murdered him! jj you'll get in so much trouble, they'll know you did it!"

"no, manager man thought i left already..and i'll get him outta here so" he shrugs.

you whine again, eyes moving towards where danny was lying on the ground. jj snaps his fingers in front of your face to get you to pay attention to him again.

"what you want him? you liked that guy? huh?" he spits out frustratedly. you shake your head no, now too afraid to even speak "what so now im the bad guy? cause i got rid of him for YOU!" he shouts and you flinch, unsure of what to do now.

"you know what, fine, i think i deserve a little thank you don't you think?" he clenches his jaw again and yanks at your top pulling you to the other side of the counter, overlooking danny's corpse.

he bends you over and yanks your skirt down, you begin to cry when you realize what he's going to do. "no, jj no, i'm scared please" you sob too frozen in fear to move.

"you should see what i did with the rest of the bodies" he laughs quietly and reaches his hand around your waist to meanly grab your poor cunt, then pulling them to the side. you look down at the bloody dead body again and shut your eyes tight, then you feel jj's fat tip teasing your hole, sliding in your stickiness. "no, you are supposed to be my friend jj! friends don't do this!" you mewl.

he wraps his arm around your neck, trapping you in a headlock when he starts to push in to keep you from thrashing around. "shush, s'fine see? s'fine drama queen." he grunts in your ear, starting to slowly thrust in and out.

part of you wishes you had the strength to kick him off of you, but the other half is in heaven. "look at danny, you want him? wanna go to the prom with that? hmm?" he taunts, squeezing you tighter in the headlock with his beefy arms when you don't respond which makes you let out a whimpery moan.

"no! no, i don't wanna keep looking at him! it's making me sick!" you cry.

"i know, i know...grossing you out kinda turns me on though," he grunts again and laughs. he spits in his hand and uses that to sloppily rub your clit. the feeling of his spit mixed with your wetness makes you whine.

he keeps on pounding your pussy, letting you out of the headlock, and pushing your tits to press against the countertop. he smiles at all the little 'uh-uh's' you let out with each thrust.

"you feel better? yeah? you calm now?" he hums and brings his hand down to smack your ass causing you to squeal and push your ass out almost asking for more.

"yeah, i know mama, nobody's ever gonna touch you again kay?" his voice soft, making you nod slowly and dazed.

"say thank you and i'll let you cum." he pressures you, so close to spilling all over him.

"mmnnm jay-"

"use your manners c'mon" he cuts you off and brings his hand down again to start to rub your clit faster.

"thank you jayjay, thank you-" your cunt pulsing around his dick as you cum hard.

"atta girl, atta girl" he praises, then pushes into you harder than before, filling you up, and pulling out. he tucks himself away and moves your panties back to cover your cunt and to keep his cum and yours pooled in them. he pats your covered pussy and lets out a satisfied hum.

"go wait by the mall entrance n i'll take you home, jus' gonna get ridda this guy." he pats your ass and walks over to get rid of the bloody body. ᥫ᭡

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seijorhi · 3 months

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Tendou and Ushijima are such scary yanderes! Tendou cause he's already kinda insane and Ushijima is like a brick wall when he puts his mind to something.

i feel like ushiwaka's the type of guy that could pretty easily convince you to start a relationship with him. cuz let's face it he's stupidly attractive, a crazy talented volleyballer and an olympic medalist (to me) to boot, and he's not actually a dick, he's just a little intense. blunt. some might say slightly awkward.

but at the start of it all, you don't see the red flags. you like ushijima. he's surprisingly attentive for an athlete playing at his level, which you weren't really expecting but it makes you feel special. wanted.

and then you meet his friends. tendou, specifically.

the thing is, wakatoshi's kind of a possessive guy. not jealous, exactly. he's not glaring down every guy that dares to look at you that's just his face and throwing punches, he's not even that big on PDA, he just likes it when you're close, when he's got his hand wrapped in yours or resting on your thigh. he enjoys that physical touch, a tangible reminder that you're there, you're his.

he doesn't take it well when other people try it.

tendou, apparently, is an exception to that rule.

while you've been walking around with rose tinted glasses this whole time, ushiwaka's got full on blinders on – at least where his high school bestie's concerned. he almost growled the other night when eita went in for a hug hello, but he's sitting right next to you, seemingly unbothered by the redhead practically draping himself over you, the long fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

you'd knocked his hand away – he keeps sliding it back.

not wanting to make a fuss, you'd kept your mouth shut, only bringing it up with wakatoshi later, when it was just the two of you. but he shrugs, like it's no big deal – no, like he doesn't understand what the issue is to begin with. why you're uncomfortable with tendou being friendly.

and so you drop it. maybe you are reading too much into it. tendou's an odd guy, maybe that's just how he is and you haven't known him long enough to get accustomed to it.

except it gets worse. it's uncomfortable and a little creepy. you're out for drinks one night at a bar, and when you come out of the bathroom, tendou's right there, almost caging you in. it's always a joke, or you think that's what he's aiming for, because he wears that same too wide, glittering grin and laughs when you get flustered and uncomfortable.

he shows up at your job to drive you home when wakatoshi's held up with training. lets himself into your place to 'hang out' while you wait for your boyfriend to get home. always staring. amused, apparently, by the six feet of distance you seem determined to keep between you and him.

the next time you go to one of wakatoshi's games, he's got tickets too, his seat right next to yours, and spends the match with his arm slung over the back of your seat, playing with your hair and asking whether you let your boyfriend cum inside you before the game started. y'know, for good luck.

it's too much. you've tried to talk to ushijima about it but you might as well be talking to a brick wall. in the end, you make a choice.

you like ushijima, you even think there might've been a future there, but if being with him means letting yourself be subjected to tendou's friendliness, then it's not worth it.

when you explain this to him, however, trying to break it gently, you see an odd stoniness cross over his features. the hand enveloping yours tightens for a beat, bordering on painful, before he exhales. 'you want to break up with me?'

swallowing, you nod. it's not what you want, really, but you're not going to keep putting yourself in this position. you're not going to be uncomfortable in your own relationship – and you're not going to have a third party involved at all.

'yeah.'

he breathes in, a muscle in his jaw ticking, and when he speaks, when he looks at you with dark, flinty eyes, there's nothing but iron determination, 'no.'

#rhi answers #hoo this one got away from me #it was gonna be two sentences i swear

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ourserendipity · 21 days

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samsara of shattered dreams: past

(aventurine x gn!reader x dr. ratio) just some heads up, this happened before the whole penacony arc in the story. No Beta read 😎😎 (That's all I think lol. Anyways I'll be leaving for a while cuz I'll be busy and shiz 🥲🥲. hope y'all enjoyy✿) Part 1/3

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Memories. Like glass, they glisten the beauty reflected by the light giving its vivid colors, and yet they are oh so frail; like the fleeting flow of life, sudden yet steady at the same time.

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Looking back, you wouldn't have thought that you would see yourself in this situation; not that you already foresaw your fate in the first place. Still, there's the feeling of regret lingering at the back of your mind; one that is not directed towards you but rather to the things that you've done. If only, if only you had the power to change the course of fate maybe this wouldn't have been necessary, if only one could stop the other's heart breaking perhaps goodbyes weren't needed to be said. But alas, destiny has its own ways and so now you are trapped, here in a samsara of endless possibilities, all from the past up to the future; all that is only but a dream yet to spur along with the branches of life.

You dance, you circle around the twinkling stars swimming along azure waters that reflect the night sky, following the roots of time ever so slowly growing, a future waiting to be born, its memories captured in the garden of recollection. Spin after spin, countless lightcones spawn in the vicinity of your eyes; an attempt to draw you unto them, delving into the memories of both the future and past once more. They all glimmer in your eyes, symbolizing its high importance to those who gaze at it, but truth be told, you didn't want to look at them anymore, not when you know you'll only hurt yourself in the process. Even then, you caress them over your palms ever so gently, cherishing the moments silently; actions do speak louder than words after all.

And now you wonder, will everything be alright? Now that the stars have finally collided, and so shall your encounter with death had arrived.

"Y/n... Y/N..."

"Aventurine-"

"They're... they're gone. They really are not here anymore, huh?" He whispers, tightly holding your cold, desolate body.

Despair was imminent in the thick air that engulfs the room as he desperately tries to hold back himself from tearing on the spot. He'd hate for the two of you to see him cry and be vulnerable; after all, didn't he tell you that he doesn't bet on the losing end?

And yet here he is: lo and behold, the winner of it all, stripping him of his own tears, his own freedom to be frail and weak, all just to keep himself at bay, and yet failing so miserably.

"......."

Only silence was heard across the room, rather, it was the only answer the genius could give him. Though not fitting his character, he believes that even he could not give the response the man wanted; needed even.

"There's no time left to mourn what's already gone, we should make haste." It was the only thing he could reply. He knew he had to give him an answer somehow, else the man's insanity would escalate even further.

".....leave.."

"what?"

"leave me alone, I... I'll follow you after a while, just please let me be," he pleads achingly, as if he is almost breaking into the point of oblivion.

Utter brokenness was the only thing he heard upon Aventurine's response. And that alone already tells him that

You wished it wouldn't have been sooner, that you could stay just a little bit longer. And so you fought, no, you ran, you ran along with them in the dark in hopes of outrunning time but to no avail. In the end, you still had to go, regret trailing alongside your eyes brimming with tears.

"Hey no fair! that's my share Aventurine!"

"Not when you say please~"

"Such prudence... Will you two stop the act already?"

"Ooh so scary, Mr. Alabaster head~" you tease, obviously trying to mock him and his antics.

"Indeed. I wonder, where is that handsome bust of yours? You don't seem to wear it as much anymore~" Aventurine coos, whilst holding the bag of candies on his right hand, with you struggling on the other hand, trying to reach the said bag from him.

He scoffs upon hearing the blonde's remarks, though what he was saying is true. If he were to be honest, he doesn't see the two of you as an idiot, but he wouldn't openly admit it to both of you, not with his pride and ego of course. Sighing, he knocks the blonde's head lightly, making the guy dramatically wince in pain.

"ow, that hurts y'know?" he cries all the while you were there, stifling a laughter trying not to laugh at his obvious acting.

It was just a simple day for the three of you in the IPC and yet at that moment, everything felt light; it felt as if the three of you were simply living in your own world, rightfully so. It felt so comforting, like a dream you wish that will never end. But then...

All those years of endless banter, the fondness of even the simplest of times; both good and bad, and them, the two of which you truly had loved with all of your heart, the stars you thought you would never reach; but you did, ever so effortlessly. To think that fate had allowed for the three of you to meet is a miracle from the aeons themselves. And despite their clashing personalities, the pointless arguments they dare not speak of, the past one does not wish to return to, you made it work somehow, like fixing the broken pieces of a broken glass only to be shattered again, all because of that stupid, cruel thing called fate. But somehow, you found yourself here in the samsara, reborn from the memories that you hold, now with a new purpose; to collect and to preserve new memories once more, in hopes of retaining what's for the future to hold on to when the time comes. And now that you have regained life in a different form, perhaps you could go back to the real world, to raise a bud anew, in that beautifully miserable place. And perhaps you could meet them again, not letting go of any opportunity given to you, to build a new bridge, to finally reconnect the three of you once more, all for a better future.

"May the cosmos guide you to the path of the unknown, my beloved stars. "

to be continued......

xx/xx/xxxx

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To: ■■■■■■■■■■, ■■■■■■■■■■

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To Aventurine

"To my dearest gambler, blessed upon the gaze of Gaiathra. I simply bestow to you my full adoration and longing. The unknown may hold us captive in our own, but we shall be the winners who'll decide the results; and it seems like it in your side, to which I could only pray for its continuous flow. I am truly humbled by your guts and wits, my dear. But despite it all, I could feel the lingering despair each time you gamble your life away. So to you I offer this humble gift; a gift of life and new comings. Never forget, you are Kakavasha, born from the bright yellow star, blessed by abundant luck and fortune. May you walk upon this newly lit path of destiny, along with him and what's left of us. "

To Ratio

"To my favorite scholar, truly a genius amongst geniuses. I could only stare in awe upon all of the achievements you have gotten. I may not be as potent as your vast amounts of knowledge nor do I reach the same standards as you do, but please be reminded that there are things that even the smartest revolutionists simply could not have a grasp of. And even if it seems that one's passing is but a swift gust of wind in your eyes, I could tell: the moment my drifting eyes meet yours, those eyes of yours are telling otherwise. So please, be a little bit nicer to them next time. You may never know; that in the future, he will be in your saving grace, hoping that you'll spare him the sympathy that he truly needs. "

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#hsr aventurine #aventurine honkai star rail #aventurine x reader #aventurine x you #hsr #hsr x reader #honkai star rail #hsr dr ratio #dr ratio x reader #aventurine x reader x dr. ratio #dr ratio x reader x aventurine

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microcosmicheart · 1 year

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Your Eyes Tell

When your person looks into your eyes, what do they see and what do they feel?

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Pile 1

This pile’s person is giving “You two against the world” vibe.

What do they see?

They might have chased after you for a bit before the two of you got together.

They like you ALOT.

I see images flashing through their head of all the times you two have laughed together. They really treasure you and your connection because they understand that your nature is more social so you’ve had plenty of opportunities in the past to have partnered or stayed with someone else.

What do they feel?

They feel that with you, their life is full of adventure but in a way that's due to your mysterious(?) nature.

Like they have no idea what’s going on in your head sometimes but it doesn't scare them at all. They’re ready to do whatever, whenever.

They’re in love with you fr fr. It took a minute to get the cards cuz they kept sneaking extra ones in. They have so much to say about you <3

Have a lovely day <3

Pile 2

This pile’s vibe is kinda dark but not like evil or scary. More like adrenaline pumping at night, for whatever reason.

What do they see?

Cards flipped right out awww

They see their fate. The KNOW yall are soulmates fr.

The two of you might have had to overcome or fight through a few obstacles to be together.

They feel very deeply about you. Giving partner in crime.

Also getting that whatever you are/do (career) or have gone through, they respect you. Period.

I’m hearing “I don't care. I don't care.” from them while someone else tries to twist your loves’ view of you.

What do they feel?

They can not fail when they’re with you.

Side note, you may be a bit ‘backwards’ to the people around you. Your person loves you all the same.

(They lowkey are tryna write you a letter)

They feel your reasons for the way you are, and they’re careful to have me not use ‘understand’.

They themselves feel their emotions veerrryy deeply, so when they watch you in all your ‘backward’ glory with context to your situation and time to truly sit with what you've shared with them, it's like to them you're normal.

I see people gawking at you, maybe because of something you’ve said, but there stands your person, simply waiting for you to continue <3

Have a lovely day <3

Pile 3

This feels like a young/childhood love. Like yall have been around each other for a minute.

What do they see?

Getting goosebumps. This is a ‘rush’ or ‘whirlwind’ of love

I think they've seen you go and grow through a terrible relationship.

When they look into your eyes they see someone who at one point beat themselves down with a proverbial hammer, and with that same hammer built the badass that they know today.

What do they feel?

Ya’ll may be older now or when you get together cuz the vibe just switched.

Like I said, they may have seen you at your best, worst, your most mid; cuz while I was pulling they would pick a card but throw three or four others out at the last minute. They've seen all of you, so naturally it would be hard to sum it up all in one card.

What’s interesting is this person isn't very good with words and yet…

“I've seen you while you were in the wrong, positive you were right. I've seen you confused and unsure of your stance on things concerning your self and well being. I've seen you bloom. Wilt. Sprout. Grow. I was by your side through it all and that's where I'll stay.”

Have a lovely day <3

Pile 4

Goofy ahhh couple!

Yall definitely singing at the top of your lungs together (and one or both of you be on that hoe fr)

What do they see?

First of all, you came out of nowhere. “Like a bolt of lightning.”

This group also might have some age on them cuz the songs and the way I'm dancing to them have 90s bounce to it.

They may have been manifesting you but not like “This is what im manifesting”. More in a way where you're just everything they could ever want in a partner “PEAK partner”

What do they feel?

I felt an immensely grateful energy before I even pulled.

You may have unknowingly freed them from a lot of their fears or maybe helped embrace a part of themselves the world hasn't been very kind to.

They feel free, loved, happy. <3

Have a lovely day <3

#pick an image #pick a pile #pick a picture #pick a card #oracle reading #pac reading #pac #general reading

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themochiverse · 1 year

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The Monster in the Dark | JJK

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➳Pairing: yandere!sleep paralysisdemon!jjk X fem!Reader

➳Genre: Yandere, Angst, Horror

➳Warnings: Yandere themes, horror cuz its scary, sorta supernatural stuff happening? Sleep paralysis [like a ton of episodes], scary shit- Jungkook is a horrific menace, swearing, lots of whispering, unknown deep voices, creepy shadows, mental manipulation, NON-CON kissing, NON-CON touching (Nothing sexual happens), choking, suffocation, assumption of death, mentions of death, attempted murder, threats, medication (Sleeping pills), bruises, emotional breakdown, hallucinations & just monster stuff that monsters do during sleep paralysis 😶‍🌫️

**Note: Sleep Paralysis does not cause death, it's only temporary for a while and not permanent. I have researched beforehand so do not come at me if you think I have stated something wrong also bcz this shit has happened to me, so yeah.

➳Synopsis: Sleep paralysis is a common concern for everyone, but once your episodes start to become more frequent, you meet a horrid monster. A horrid monster who has only come for you to join him in his world. You can't run, you can't hide, but you can only watch whatever the hell is going to happen to you right now.

➳Word Count: 9.6k+

➳Disclaimer: This fanfic is purely from my imagination, I do not intend to harm any Idol or person in any way. Nor sexualising them. Please do not steal any ideas from here, this is all of my work and original work. I DO NOT CONDONE THIS BEHAVIOUR IRL.

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A/N: This was sitting in my drafts for a while so here it is, finally. Also I met my demon 😬

A/N 2: Holy shit, this was so hard to write.

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“Shh, you know you can’t scream…”

You breathe laboriously, your muscles start to ache and the nippy air enveloping you makes you want to writhe in your bed. But you can't. Your limbs are frozen, and you are unable to move as if you're stuck in place. You can see your whole room, but you're skeptical about whether or not your eyes were open. Oh god, this was another episode. What was it now? The third time this week?

You try to move a finger or two, but it felt like you were trapped. Your breathing is mute, even if you opened your mouth to utter a single word, it wouldn't come out. You needed to move, it felt so unnatural and dangerously ominous to feel this way. A true feeling of helplessness.

Wake up

You close your eyes, endlessly telling your mind to wake up. Lord no, you needed your body to be attentive, yet your mind was already aware of everything occurring. You had to try harder. You do everything in your ability to move one muscle, just to move one inch so you can be awake properly.

Come on...

You're urging yourself to move any part of your body, whether it be your head, legs, or arms. You just needed to move something to get out of this horrid episode.

Just before you’re able to move the tip of your fingers, you catch the sound of your bedroom door, it deliberately creaks open and a lanky, jet-black shadow stands there. It whispers things you can’t discern, and a ring fills your ear like a bomb that has been blasted, the silence crawls in your skin tenaciously, and your breathing gets abrupt. You can see the silhouette appearing closer, you can feel it. Then, with one last impulse, you’re able to move your fingers that soon form into a fist as you wake up.

You come around alive, and not paralysed. You unhurriedly, start to shift your hands and legs, and you feel relieved. You sit up, body angling to the bedroom door as your perpetual breath could be heeded. This was your first encounter of witnessing a shadow, not any ordinary shadow, a sleep paralysis shadow.

Though luckily it hadn’t come excessively close to you, it intimidated you. Its imminent figure just gawking you suffer in cessation was so unforgiving and memorable about how these merciless things were just here to give their victims a slight push to the edge. To let them know, that in the real world no one could stop them. No one.

You could hear the faded chirps of birds, your room was slightly dingy but some light eluded through the curtains, suggesting it was early morning.

As much as you would love to sleep more on a weekend, you decide to get ready for the day since you also had to attend a breakfast party, personally invited by your ex-best friend Seulgi. She had been nagging you all week to stay free just so you both could have some breakfast together. It wasn’t at her house though, it was at some café. It also wasn’t just so you guys ‘could have breakfast together’ it was to catch up after not seeing each other for a while.

When you go to the bathroom to get fresh and wear your clothes, Seulgi starts texting you to come over soon.

Seulgi 👑 8:37am

Hey Y/N, come soon, I’m already here.

You 8:38am

Yeah, I’m just getting ready, send me the address again? [seen]

Seulgi 👑 8:38 am

12 Burrow Street (Café Triton)

You 8:39 am

Thx, coming soon bae [seen]

You drop your phone onto your bed, your hands finding their way into your brushed hair. You can’t stop thinking about it, you can’t stop thinking about the shadow that was just there, gawking at you. It’s not real though, it’s just part of human imagination. Well, that’s what the experts say. Ignoring your repetitive thoughts, you grab your things and leave to meet Seulgi at the café.

The warm breeze unravels on your shoulders, the day nice and bright for any event. You drove by peaceful streets as the sun gushed its tenderness everywhere. You soon stop by the café Seulgi was at, eyes prowling for a parking spot. Damn, it was hella busy today, you reckoned.

As you were glimpsing for a spot, your thoughts lingered on Seulgi. You were best friends since freshmen year, having the heaviest bond any best friend would have. You both used to take it easy all the time, conversing past midnight, and sneaking out to parties. Gosh, those times were gorgeous, but as time flew your friendship promises were long gone, and the division of moving away to another whole country shattered your bond.

The impression of meeting her after so long carves you doubt the relationship you two have now. Your hands squeeze the steering wheel, knuckles turning white when you hesitate to turn around and go back home. Yet, it would be so insensitive and overwhelming to just leave like this.

“Fuck it,” you mumble as you turn the key to turn off the engine. Clutching your purse you slam the car door, making your way over to the café. When you strut towards the quiet shop, you instantly recognise the long, silky black hair.

Resting on top of her hair was a red beret, at first it looked like a cherry but a squashed one with its stem just sprouting out again. The accessory matched with her red coat, all buttons unbuttoned revealing her black checkered top. A black skirt hugged her legs, flimsy edges falling onto her knees.

Seulgi

There she was, reclining outside, absorbing the breeze that was dancing away. You stood there as still as a statue, interesting thoughts consumed that no non-living thing would have. You breathe in and out like you've run a marathon and just came last place. Honestly, you weren't much the athletic type.

Your heels clack against the wonky road when you cross, and once Seulgi obtains your attention, you wave at her like you waving at a small child who came running to you.

This was so stupid.

You come up to her foreseeing a hug, after all, it's been more than 4 years. But, the girl just sits there, expecting you to not be that friendly. You sit on your seat, hands clasped on your lap. Seulgi gapes at you, and you stare back. It's been 4 years since you've met face-to-face, and talking to her now? It felt awkwardly problematic.

She analyzed you up and down, and the insides of your stomach churned in a growling matter. You squint a bit out of irritation, but you weren't sure if it was for the pang or if you were ravenous.

The breeze whirled past your ear, whispers humming away in the wind. You sit upright, ready to strike it all to start the conversation.

"I-"

"I've missed you!" Seulgi exclaims, scooting closer to the coffee table. "You have no idea how right you were Y/N, I was such an idiot for leaving you!" The words slowly start to cure the hole in your heart, her words were medicine to you as they filled you up with infinite happiness.

She suddenly clasps your hands, squeezing them when she mutters the next words.

"Please forgive me, I should have never left a friend like you." Your eyes glistened with tears, the way she said it, with passion and honesty, you finally felt that your best friend was here. Even after all the unpromising events, Seulgi finally realised her mistakes, and she accepted her wrongdoing.

You went in to pull in a hug but that all shattered when a hand waved at your face.

"Y/N? Hello, are you even here?" The tone was what made you snap out of everything. Fuck, what the fuck were you doing?

The hand continues to wave at you when you stop it from moving any further. Seulgi snatches her hand away, exasperating a loud purposeful sigh.

“I was asking how you were?” Seulgi raises an eyebrow as she fixes her beret.

“Good, I’ve been good, you?”

“Better, actually,” she suppresses a smile before nodding her head gently.

“So how are things going at-”

“Shall we order first? I’ve been waiting for a while and I’m hungry.” Her cutting you off startled you a bit, but you complied.

“O-oh, yeah sure.” Her manicured nails grip the menu on the wooden table, her eyes skimming past numerous types of breakfast options. You do the same, looking for something light and enjoyable. Aha, two buttered croissants, a side of fresh strawberries and a cappuccino coffee sounded nice.

“Have you picked?” Seulgi questions, neatly putting the menu away.

“Yeah I have, how about you?”

“I decided the minute I touched the menu,” she sighs again, almost sounding annoyed. You nearly frown, but you hide it when she glances at you and calls for the waiter.

“I’ll pay by the way, I don’t want to hear it from you.”

“What do you mean? It’s been years Seulgi, at least let me do something.” Seulgi rolls her eyes in response, before turning to you again.

“Y/N, please don’t pay, let me do it.” She emphasised the ‘me’, her tone was like a volcano erupting. You scoff, moving closer to the table.

“Why? Is it because you think I can’t pay for the both of us?”

“Y/N, I thought we talked about this.”

“Seulgi, what is up with you? You decide to invite me for some breakfast after not seeing each other for more than four fucking years and you’re not willing to let me pay?”

“It’s not that, I just thought it would be better if I did it, and stop overreacting for god sake.”

“I’m not overreacting, you left me Seulgi, you practically left me to save your huge ass ego.” You nearly jump at her, people walking by side eye you both.

"Y/N, not here." She growls, avoiding the looks people were passing by.

“Y/N, you need to understand that I had to do it-“

“Here you go with the same excuse again, why did we even meet up in the first place?” And there goes the deafening silence, and you knew you hit the bell this time.

“Yes, you're right, why did we even meet when we both knew there wasn't going to be a happy ending?” The words rattle your heart and it felt like a mini earthquake was going on in there.

How could she just say that? How could she just expect everything to go normal after she left you during your most difficult time? When she knew everything beforehand, she just decided to leave you and move on with her own life. You didn’t even know back then that she had gone until her parents told you where she had went. It nearly broke your heart, like a nail being hammered repeatedly.

“You’re still taking those pills, aren’t you? That’s why you’re acting like this.” You momentarily freeze, eyes widening in shock and disbelief.

“What the fuck Seulgi? I stopped taking them fucking months ago.”

“Then why are you acting like this? Why-“

“Why are YOU acting as if everything was going to be normal when we met up?” Seulgi opens her mouth again but you don’t let her talk.

“You’re doing this to show your other friends, isn’t it? To show that you miss your dearest best friend and that you’re such a kind soul to be with.”

“Fuck, Seulgi I've seen your posts, you’re just doing this to show them, I'm not that stupid.” Your voice cracks when your own words hit you like a truck. This was really stupid. You get up to leave, not wanting Seulgi to see your warm tears trickle down your cheeks. The chair screeches when you prepare to walk away, a hand grasps your arm.

"Y/N, listen I am so so so sorry, but you have to believe me please. I swear it's not for them, I am sorry for leaving you, I am sorry for being so rude to you, I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be." The words shake your heart even further, it was too late, you can't accept the apology when she might just do the same thing again.

Should you? Or, should you not?

It was a risky decision, but was it going to be worth it? Was she just apologising because people were staring at the commotion? Or was it truly coming from her? The real Seulgi?

"I'm sorry." And with that said, you leave, her hand slipping away. You've taken so many decisions in life, but you never had thought of making this one.

You reach the parking lot, hands fumbling to find the keys. The door snaps and silence hits the air again, the replay of her apologising was giving you a headache. You were not prepared for god's sake, why did you come? The emotions start to pour out of nowhere, and your eyes start to become red, brimmed with water. Out of nowhere, you bite your fist, teeth digging into your skin leaving prints of faint, red marks.

You should have just gone back to bed.

"Shit, why did she even want to meet up if she was gonna behave like some stuck-up bitch?" The disgusted tone rolled off your sister's tongue, venom spitting out as she scrunched her eyebrows in anger. You were sitting on a stool, legs crossed in comfort as you murmured, "I don't know."

The abrupt argument with Seulgi lingered in your mind, and you had decided to drive to your sister's place. To knock it off and forget it ever even happened.

"What else did she say?" Your sister takes a seat across from you, sitting down to hear you out, to listen. Your brain processes the devastating event, finally ticking at the comment that made you fire up.

"The pills- she was talking about the pills." The gasp was almost silent but audible enough to hear it come from your sister's mouth. The shocked expression could relate though.

Months ago, after sleepless nights of doing work, late shifts, and too many 'outgoings' you were fed up with the tiredness your body was composing every day. No matter how hard you tried to shut your eyes, listening to music that did not help you sleep made you confused and frustrated. That was when you started taking sleeping pills. You heard a lot about them, how great they were when you were having restless nights.

When you bought it one night, it kicked in within thirty minutes and you were snoozing into a deep slumber you hadn't had for ages. You took a couple more for the following days and you've never felt better before.

Wrong. You were just simply wrong.

You've had sleep paralysis before, it was on rare occasions, however. It would happen to you at least once a month before you experienced another after more months passed by. But then, one night you did not take the pills, worrying it would affect your health if you over-dosed yourself.

You were concerned about this since a week ago, you were extremely tired at work all of a sudden, accidentally falling asleep during your working hours. Your boss had made an unnecessary commotion in front of everyone, and you were humiliated, and embarrassed. During that day, before the drama had risen, you were acting irrational and grumpy. Your mood jumped from side to side, like a character not being aware of themselves. That was why you had stopped taking them.

Though, during the starry night as grey clouds consumed the moon, the paralysis itself decided to try you out. In other words, to make you a paralysed human, to see during the frightening experience and see the after-effects.

You were prepared to sleep, shuffling on your bed to get a perfectly comfortable position. Surprisingly, after forty minutes or so, you fell asleep. You actually fell asleep. Two hours later, you suddenly wake up, eyes groggily getting used to your surroundings in the dark, only to be lit up by a night lamp. You had this sudden sick feeling, and then you really felt it.

At first, you thought it was a nightmare, and that you would simply wake up, but the twisted feeling in your gut proved it real. It was as if the shock had run through you and you were frozen out of fear. Out of exhaustion. Out of lack of sleep.

Of course, your friend sleep paralysis had come over to visit.

Normally, you would try anything to get you to possibly move, yet sometimes you would just close your eyes and wait for it to go away, knowing it would last for a couple of minutes. But for some reason, you were scared, it felt different to you somehow.

It was not numbness as people who hadn't experienced it before thought, it was like being stuck to cement and no one could help you. No one would hear your screams or cries, only your heavy breathing was the source of your being alive.

The feeling had disappeared within three minutes or so, and you were able to move in pleasure. But, that one episode, definitely felt much different than before.

"You should get some rest." Your sister said, grabbing the car keys that were on the kitchen counter.

"Gonna get some food, and I'll talk to you about it later." She accidentally gives a look of concern, waving the keys around in her hands before heading out. Once she left, you sat on the couch, propping yourself comfortably. You grabbed the tv-remote, flicking through the channels.

Nothing really interesting.

You let out an exasperated sigh, staying on a cartoon channel, displayed for younger kids. You lie down primarily, just watching and thinking, watching and.. thinking. Was there even anything better to do?

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

You squeeze yourself momentarily when you recall the words. It was a rollercoaster just meeting her. The girl who broke your heart, and now you did not know how to seal the crack and let it heal. Was it the right choice you made? Not accepting the apology, and waiting for the foreseeable future? There was a growing ache that travelled everywhere in your body, and it hurt so much that you closed your eyes and breathed.

Gosh, you weren't able to breathe freely today.

Your loud breaths were soon tranquil snores, and the atmosphere around you vanished.

You were at a café, sipping on some hot cocoa with pink and white marshmallows on top, whipped cream melting into the hot beverage. There were muffled sounds but it was quiet. Peaceful enough for you to fall asleep on the spot.

Cars were roving around but there was no sound except for the light breeze that sang melodiously your way. It was relaxing and soothing, and it was getting the best of you. A music note flew your way and a tune was playing not too far from you. A white glowing figure stood there, dancing slowly to the music as well.

You think of joining them, leaving the hot cocoa on the table, the soft marshmallows fading away in the drink. As you sauntered towards them, the tune was more rackety now, more audibly visible. You take small steps, registering them carefully as you approach the person. The glow on them, however, dwindles away. When they pivot, the words screech into your ears.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

Your eyes shot open from the terrible dream you had. You realised the tv was still on, but there was no audio. Only the clock ticking every second was heard.

Oh fuck, it’s happening again.

Your mouth shapes an ‘o’ form as you try to speak out something. Anything. But frivolity comes out, your voice had been held up like from the Disney Movie, Little Mermaid. You were entirely attached in one position, head facing the awning as one of your arms droops off the settee. The curtains were drawn, no light escaping this time.

You hear footsteps shuffling, and what was that? A hum?

The footsteps approach closer, and closer, and closer...

Then it halts, and your breathing quickens. God knows what the hell was there, you couldn't even move to see what it was. Something tugs your hair and your heart skips a beat.

And when they show themselves above you try to let out a cry.

A deep giggle fills up the room, its fingers still weaved into your hair.

You’re shushed up quickly when the figure floats around you, analysing you up and down in awe. You gaze at the shadowy, blurry figure, making out its appearance. Black hair and deep black eyes, and its black silhouette. Your eyes widen in realization, the shadow. The figure crouches down to your eye level, its cold fingers tilting your head to the side to face him. Those doe black eyes just peering into your soul like black jewels glistening in the dark and charcoal hair sleek in one position. Smooth skin, and sharp eyebrows. It looked almost, entirely human.

“I'm not an object dear, I can hear your thoughts.” He whispers, head resting on one of his hands. “But I like how you're admiring my physical appearance in a way.” He grimaces, eyes gazing into yours. Holy fuck, this thing can listen to your thoughts?

He traces your face delicately, fingers grazing against your soft skin, your wish to flinch doesn't occur but it makes your heart beat faster within seconds.

The figure notices it, simply drifting away as he hums, “Don’t worry, I won't hurt you.” He won't hurt you, just yet.

"You know, it's a shame that you humans can't speak once we get a hold of you, but you can speak with your mind you know? It saddens me that I can't hear your pretty voice coming from your pretty mouth, but I'll at least be able to listen to your personal thoughts." He laughs again, almost sounding innocent but buried in deep evil.

You don't speak with your mind at all, instead, you close your eyes and tell yourself to wake up. It's just another episode, and now you've probably met your sleep demon. The demon realises what you were doing, his hand hovering above your head as he whispers words you can't comprehend.

You muster up all your strength to move but your eyes snap open when those same words echo in the room.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

It repeats again.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

But this time, it approaches even more piercingly.

"I am so sorry that I was not being the best friend I was meant to be."

It rings in your ear as a high pitch shrill vibrates, making you lose your mind. As much as you would love to squirm, shutting your eyes and telling yourself to wake up was almost impossible.

Please, stop! Stop it, please! You beg entirely through your mind, eyes looking at the hand that was on your head. He takes his hand away, the sharp shrill disappears and it was all silent again.

"Well, that wasn't so hard was it?" He walks towards the end of the couch, right where your feet were touching. His hands rest by your feet as he admires your feared figure.

Jungkook was loving this so much. He loved how your heart would quiver at his touch, the shaky breaths you took as he circled around you. He would love it even more once you were his.

Poor thing, you still didn't know his name, well, he'll tell you soon. Jungkook watches you trying to close your eyes again, doing those stupid things that were apparently supposed to help you out of an episode.

Honestly, humans were so funny to him.

But you were more of a delight.

"You know, nothing will get you out of this episode, as long as nothing interrupts us." His giggle comes out soft, as if it were bouncing on clouds in the sky, except it was light rainfall just pattering down.

This was entirely fucked up.

"You know, I'm kinda getting bored just staring at you like this." Jungkook drifts away, merely vanishing within a second, "I wanna hear your thoughts, so let's have some fun shall we?"

Wake up or panic?

You chose panic.

The room magically turns foggy, thick and misty. Your eyes scatter around the room, literally just to find the weird almost human looking demon. You hear the clock ticking again, dead silent.

"Boo." You don't know whether if your heart exploded into a million pieces or it jumped out of your chest because the next movements created a real frightening mood.

Your head is turned to face the pillows resting in front of you, and warm fingers graze against the skin of your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, and then soon to your neck. They rest there for a couple of seconds before giving a light squeeze, and Jungkook hums out of satisfaction.

A hot whisper thrums in your ear, "I want you to listen what I'm going to say to you Y/N, focus carefully."

You could hear his next words, this time your heart thumping out of your chest, "Feel my hands touching your collarbone, just gliding my fingers across your gorgeous skin."

"Feel how they move down to your chest, to your arms, to your stomach."

"I want you to feel how my hands smooth across your legs, up and down in motion, slowly."

"And watch how my hands grab at your neck, tightly." Jungook's hands practically fly towards your neck, as he uses this opportunity to turn you to him, his eyes trail your pale face, happy that you were on the verge of tears.

Satisfaction.

"Do they feel nice around your neck? Tight enough to get no breath out of you?" His fingers dig into your neck, red imprints arising from the pain. Blood rushes, and your head starts to pound. You can feel your heart beating faster and faster, your lungs trying to give out as much as oxygen it can. You can't move, you can't fight him at all.

"You see human, you're very weak in this state, so alone and afraid, pathetic."

None of this is real, it can't be.

"Tell me now, is it your desire to wish that the 'little disturbance' you're experiencing right now not real?" His laugh ruptures through the room, his eyes turning dark when his grasp on you gets immense.

"I'll prove to you what's real or not."

A large crash bounces off the corner of your ear, followed by a loud slam. You awake, muscles and fingers, your entire body finally able to move. You roll off the couch, breathing.

That fucker is gone.

"Y/N?" You look to find your sister at the door, a confused expression all over her face. She held up a bag that smelt of fresh food and you get up, pretending that you just fell by accident.

"Aren't we gonna eat?" You question her as you stroll to the dining table.

"Holy fuck, Y/N, what the fuck happened to you?"

Your sister practically drops the food on the table and rushes towards you, her hands carefully touching your neck.

You hiss in pain. Pain?

Your eyes widen in realisation as you run to the bathroom, the mirror reflecting and revealing the bright red marks left on your neck. Those hands that had been wrapped around your neck left light bruises, and tiny, not too deep cuts were everywhere.

Every time, a light feathery touch to your neck was felt, all you could do was wince in agony.

"I'll prove to you what's real or not."

This truly cannot be real, if you cannot comprehend it in your mind then surely, it is not true. You know what? You're probably having those dream loops right now. You're just dreaming, in another dream in which you had faced another terrible dream.

"Y/N, what the hell?!" Your sister yells from afar, and you almost jump at her voice.

"What?" You question, leaving the bathroom, you find her staggered as she pointed at something to the ground.

"Did you do this to yourself, Y/N?"

"Do what?"

"Did you seriously shatter my vase, and fucking cut yourself?"

Your eyes squint, and your eyebrows scrunch in incredulity, how could she blame you like that?

"Listen, I did not do it. I don't fucking know how the vase br-"

The crash. No way...

"Yeah, as if it totally just fell by itself." Your sister shoves past you, snatching a broom to clean up the mess. While the glass clinks against each other, your sister sighs.

"Look...Y/N, I know things haven't been going great for you lately, but you shouldn't use these situations as an excuse to hurt yourself." She says the last words softly, grunting as she stood up.

"I didn't cut myself, I swear, it was just-" You hesitate momentarily, she would not believe you now, would she?

"Just what?"

"You wouldn't believe me."

"Hit me up."

"It's just that, I- you know how I get those sleep paralysis episodes? I had one early today morning, and I saw a shadow standing at my bedroom door, that fucking creeped me out and now, I encountered my demon, Y/S/N, it was choking me."

The sigh that comes from her mouth explains it all.

“Y/N, we know they're not real, it’s just a hallucination.”

“It’s real! The fucking thing broke your vase, and it was strangling me so fucking hard that its fucking nails did this.” You point at your neck frustratingly, but honestly who would believe you?

“We should eat.” That is what your sister replies, disappearing into the kitchen. Your shoulders droop as you slump on the couch, pain inching further and further when you move your neck a little. You had no energy to argue with her, everyone knows that the scenarios you witness in sleep paralysis are not real.

But you knew this one was.

After a little convincing to stay over the night, you quickly drove back to your home, grabbing some clothes and your toothbrush. There was no message left from Seulgi, after the chaotic public arguing. Looks like you did make the right decision.

You re-counter the horrifying nightmare you had faced, the human-looking creature who was nearly about to kill you triggered your brain of the thought. You felt so weak, so desperate for help that all your focus to somehow manage to get out of the episode fell onto being alive… and not supposedly dead.

The marks that were scathed on your neck were now small bruises, pampered all over. Your sister had treated it, but every time you tried to mention the episode, she would ignore you and change the topic for both of your sakes. It made you feel stupid and delusional. Even if you had gone to see a doctor they would repeat the usual things.

Fix your sleep schedule

Try to regularly get 6 to 8 hours of sleep a day

Get regular exercise

And so on.

Dusk hits, and the night starts to settle in. Grey clouds block the crescent moon which hung at the sky, as you enter your sister's home. You stroll around the kitchen only to find a sticky note stuck to the fridge.

Dinner is in the fridge, gone to get some work stuff.

Time starts to pass as you do things that wouldn't make you bored.

You were scrolling through your phone, reading articles of mysteries and wonder but your eyes fall upon the big, bold, capitalised letters presenting: 'HOW I RECOVERED FROM SLEEP PARALYSIS'

Instantly interested you click on the article and start reading it. You were looking for some tips and ideas, just in case it happened to you again.

'First tip as usual: Don't sleep on your back in a straight position'

'...I had sleep paralysis before but it started to become frequent over the past few weeks.'

'...I knew there was sleep paralysis demons but I never interfered with one.'

'...And then it was there, a creepy lookin' shadow that just peeked through the doors of my wardrobe.'

'...I wasn't havin' sleep paralysis that night but I thought I was dreamin' but my cat was with me, and he started hissin' at the wardrobe.'

'...This thing had red eyes, and long scaly fingers that were at least 10 centimeters.'

'...It used to whisper stuff I couldn't understand, but it always said its name: Cybil.'

'...I didn't do the hippy stuff at the beginning but then I thought of following them, you know? So I started to exercise, fixin' my sleep schedule and basically made it a routine.'

'... And it was a miracle because it stopped comin'. I had no demons snickerin' and scarin' the sh** out of me now. I tell you to follow this hippy stuff because it actually worked.'

You shudder at the feeling knowing such a unreal creature could torture a human so much in their sleep. But it was the same thing over and over again. You start to remember the cold fingers that landed on your neck, the charming devil that was smiling all the way while you were on the verge of death.

You shook yourself vigorously and drew out a heavy breath. Anxiety started to creep in and you were suddenly aware of your surroundings. A vile feeling in your stomach was created and you couldn't help but wonder if that thing was watching you right now.

Would it stare at you if you were sleeping?

Planning to do something to you again?

Or was it just here to make your life a living hell?

Most importantly, could it kill you?

You hugged your knees, the caps hitting your chest as you rocked gently and started humming to yourself. You prayed that the paralysis wouldn't happen tonight, especially after having such a horrific encounter with him.

Jungkook sat in his own little space, black shadows whispering all around him, ghastly words that could send a shiver down your spine. The invisible force that held the others back made them shriek with each hit they took to break it down.

"What is he doing?!" They hissed, anger fumed in their corrupted souls, evil leaking with each word they spoke. Their misdeeds were the only thing that kept them alive.

"He's hogging the room." One said, their faint long nails stained the invisible force, all of them slowly calming down.

"Why?"

"What else do you think? He's doing it for a mere h-human." The shadow's voice drew out deep, sounding disgusted with the term. The rest gagged at the intention Jungkook displayed.

"Our energy is getting wasted, we're hungry, let us in you fucking dog!"

The force vanished, and all of the dark demons whirled at Jungkook, but something had stopped them. Jungkook stood as his hand glowed a black aura, it sparkled with sin. Their eyes grew wide, hunger devouring their wicked souls.

Oh god, Jungkook loved toying with them. He loved it.

"Look at you miserable demons, hungry hustlers ready to enjoy fear?" The aura grew even bigger in his hands as the demons' eyes turned pure black, their whispers chanting for food.

"Go get it."

The aura flew into the air and, all of the shadows cried for it as they ran. They bit, scram, swore, and yelled (even causing fixable injuries), desperate for the fear they were wishing to taste.

Jungkook chuckled as his eyes followed the drawn circle in front of him. It was as clear as night, (well in his saying), you slept so peacefully. He could hear your tranquil snores and your tired mind. The fear that was stuck to you was strong, incredibly strong for him to not hold back.

He thought he would feel bad after your first meeting with him went wrong. No, actually right. Because Jungkook didn't feel bad at all, but more excited. He chose the perfect person to coquet around with, to suck in some distress here and there. He found you.

When his hands touched your skin, it ignited a fire within him. Something he hadn't felt in a while. It was a sign that you were the one, the one for him. The reminder of his shadow watching you from your bedroom doorway, and your little panicked breaths made him smile.

You looked so adorable while being scared.

Every time your heartbeat raced, his did too. He would inhale your intoxicating scent, which drove him mad as he was anguished to devour some of your fear.

Exhilaration got to the best of him, and he swore he could never get tired of the fear that you released. He was blessed to frighten you, oh what luck he had in his hands. Jungkook never meant to go overboard last night, but how could he control it?

"Jungkook..."

His eyes snapped to him, black irises filled once again.

"What?"

The demon in front of him licked his black sinned lips clean, some of the aurae still dripping down his chin. He smiled wickedly before proceeding to speak.

"You don't mind sharing do you?" He looks over Jungkook, glee spread across his face.

"Fuck off."

"Yes? The last time I checked, you were the one who made the rule to share amongst our.. friends."

"Cybil, you're getting on my nerves lately, I suggest you to attend your duties."

"Or what? Are you afraid I'm going to scare the shit out of that thing?"

Jungkook growled, his shadow growing with the aura he brought upon.

"I can fucking banish you to the low-level demons, the ones with broken souls and mourning's everyday. Is that what you want Cybil? If it isn't enough for you I can make sure everyone can enjoy their next course meal."

This time Cybil's shadow fattened, as Jungkook's aura started to intimidate him. He spins around, muttering words he would soon regret.

"He should be banished, unwanted, filthy hellhound."

With the snap of his fingers, all of the demons' attention was directed to Cybil. Silence creeps up as all of them peer at him with greedy stares.

"Eat him."

If people who sang high notes could break glass, then the shriek coming from Cybil was a note that would never exist in the real world. The demons sank their teeth into Cybil, biting off his existence. His cries of pain and fear, mixed, drove into the air, while others were shamelessly sucking away.

Jungkook drawled back his attention to you. Tonight, he was going to let you go. But of course, he would come again soon.

Jungkook shook his head as a fear bubble sprouted in front of him. He could hear Cybil's protests, his useless begging. Happily, he quaffs the last bit away. He scoffs at the bitter taste and a deranged smile popped onto his face.

"Filthy hellhound."

It was as if you had faced a miracle.

A restful night and the alarm clock ringing indicated the long hours you had slept so quiescently. You heard how the occurrence of 'sleep demons' usually only comes once or twice, nothing of them too frequent.

The bruises on your neck were now less visible and looked completely normal whenever you moved your neck at a certain angle. Your prayer had been answered and you smiled so wide that your cheeks hurt. You get up to freshen up and meet your sister along the way.

"Hey, got a good sleep?" She asks.

"Yeah, probably the best one yet." You exaggerate as you go to the bathroom.

Goodness, you really were absurd thinking about how these hallucinations could be so real. Now that you hadn't had any demon coming over it made things better for you.

You were waiting for your sister to arrive while you sat on the dining chair, munching on some cereal. She strolls past you and sits on the opposite seat. A sudden hesitant question pops into her mind as she shuffles in her seat uncomfortably.

"Um, Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"Uh, how long are you going to stay here?"

You look at her and grin, "I was just hoping today will be the last, if that’s okay?"

"It’s just that I have a business trip to go on tomorrow morning and I won't be here.”

You drop your spoon and the action spilled some milk on the table.

“Oh, when are you going to leave?”

“Early, like eight am?”

“That shouldn't be a problem then, I'll just leave at the same time then."

Your sister nods her head and starts eating her breakfast as well.

You hold your spoon, thinking that maybe you've actually stayed for quite a while, so you ask her.

"Listen, I-I hope I'm not burdening you or anything, you know? Especially after what happened with Seulgi, you're like the only person I have left to be with."

Your sister smiles and she gently puts her hand on top of yours.

"You're not a burden to me Y/N, you're my sister and.. sisters always stick together."

You smile back and continue the morning with laughter and joy.

With a groan, you unkink your back whilst plopping down the suitcase you brought next to your bed. The clock ticks and you just unexpectedly sit in silence. Thoughts consume your mind, like how you were going to go back to your normal life now. Doing your 9-5 shifts, coming home tardily, eating microwaved food- it was just the day-to-day routine.

Your eyes snap to the alarm clock posing on the bedside table, red numbers flickering 00:00. With tired hands you put an alarm on to wake you up in the morning. You sigh in response as you lift yourself onto the bed, pulling the blankets up to your neck as you curl into sleep like a small kitten.

It's dark and quiet, and the lights are out. No late movie nights, no pestering animals, and especially no awake humans.

A soulless noise vibrates from Jungkook’s throat as cold, icy breaths sail into the spacious room. He gapes at the room and does a bit of exploring like looking at the drawers, the windows and of course, under your bed.

He stares at your still, peaceful figure. He can't help but gawk at you in awe, his hands anticipating touching you and feeling your warm skin. He couldn't wait any longer. He had to take you home. He hurriedly backs away from you as he slowly crouches at the foot of your bed, his irises turning pitch black as his hands waver a heavy black haze. His feet float a couple of inches from the floor as he hovers above you and speaks in a deep, startling voice.

But you can't hear it.

You're not in his world, yet.

The mist spreads from his hands, leaving a trail over your sleeping body. It clings to your legs and feet, and your arms but Jungkook stops at your neck.

He reminisces about the moment when he first tried to kill you, how his inhumane fingers attached themselves to your pretty neck and he just wanted to feel your blood pulse through all that pressure. How your fear was nurturing him, providing him with a longer chance of living. You are his. And he's thought everything through, just to get to you, to have you and cherish you forever. You’re his favourite human.

However, today he wanted to hear your voice. It was an unforeseen idea, a rule that mustn’t be broken.

But Jungkook didn't care, he wouldn't get banished or eaten alive. Maybe get a warning at first but by then things will already be smooth when you're there. Just as he was about to snap his fingers, you yank your head roughly in your sleep. Jungkook quickly hides in a corner, stunned by the action at first. He then realises what you were doing.

You kept moving your head back and forth because you felt it. You felt the invisible strings that were consuming your body and you wanted to let go of them. You get up without a word and happen to roll to the other side of the bed. And soon again you're in peace.

Jungkook comes out of his spot, ready to snap his fingers again as he watches the dull mist sink into your gorgeous skin. Jungkook then disappears and watches you from afar, just waiting for you to jolt in your sleep and realise the nightmare that was reliving again.

Time went by and Jungkook was starting to become impatient. He had a choice to go rough and just physically shake you but that would be no fun. He has to take his time with you. He wants it to be a night that will be glued to your memories, something that he would also be fond of.

And then he senses it.

He sees it.

Your eyes snap wide open and the distressed feeling in your gut turns sour and gives your heart a good punch.

You feel that sick feeling again. Your body felt like it was just glued and stuck in cement, or like a dozen chains that were wrapped around you giving you no space to breathe. A feeling of helplessness. You closed your eyes and mentally pushed your body to move. But for some reason tonight, it was impossibly hard. You hated this sensation, a spectacle of fear and anxiety mixed drove you mad.

Is he here? You abruptly pondered.

“He’s here.”

Your eyes visibly shake when you see his tall figure, alluring doe eyes that aren't callow and his face as a mask of an angel but a devil in disguise.

“There’s no need for you to be scared of me, after all, I do apologise for what happened last time.” Jungkook roams around your room as you watch him through your eyes.

Is he truly sorry?

Never, what he did wasn't wrong. It was just part of his nature, surely you would understand that soon.

“I won't play to scare you this time, I promise.” His face is extremely close to yours, and you could feel his chilly breath on your neck. He caresses your face and gives you a small smile.

“You can talk you know? I just really wanted to hear your vocals, I wondered how it would sound like.”

You pry your mouth open and the first word is so croaked that you almost cough.

You had no idea what to say to this strange thing, all you wanted was to get out of another horrible episode and just go home.

The atmosphere screams awkwardness to you, but to Jungkook it was all fear. Just bits and pieces that go straight to him.

You finally manage to say a couple of words,

“What do you want from me?” You whisper, eyes trailing over the demon.

“To take you with me, to my home where we can be happy together. A place where you won't be alone.”

You're shocked, too shocked to even process whatever the hell you were hearing right now.

“And today I'm going to take you and you won't have to stay in your horrible world anymore with your horrible sister and friends.”

You suddenly snap, anger just surging through you. You're just tired, tired of everything that has been happening to you all you wanted was a good night's sleep, nothing more than that.

“Shut up! You’re not real. You're just a sick fucking nightmare and I'm stuck with a thing like you, you fucking son of a bitch just leave me alone!”

You expected to wake up and slap yourself for having such episodes but you didn't. You were still here with him.

The atmosphere becomes too quiet, so quiet that you bet you could hear a pin drop from the other side of the house.

Jungkook continues to stare at you as his eyes narrow a bit. You just added fuel to fire.

“First of all, I'm not a thing, my name is Jungkook. Maybe letting you speak was a mistake but I must say your voice is exhilarating to listen to.”

His mood shifts in a millisecond and then something just so sinister crawls out of his mouth.

“Do you know how I'm going to take you Y/N? Do you still remember how we did our first unjust encounter?”

Him choking you...

“I'm going to ruin the surprise but I'm going to do the same thing to you today. And then you'll be with me forever.”

“No...” You choke out, “stop, just stop and leave me alone...this isn't real, none of it is and you aren't that's for sure.”

“Oh really, Y/N? Do I have to prove to you again that I'm real?” His voice drops octaves lower and it frightens you.

You needed to get out desperately, this was completely deranged. But how? Your sister is asleep and this time Jungkook probably won't break another vase on purpose. Then what could help you?

You suddenly remember Jungkook’s words: “...nothing will get you out of this episode, as long as nothing interrupts us.”

An interruption.

Something that could possibly wake you up as an advantage for this demon to leave you alone. Maybe something loud and a bit heavy or-

The alarm clock. You had set up the alarm clock to wake you at 6 so you would have a heads-up on the time.

Your eyes shoot to the clock and the screen flickers from 5:58 to 5:59 now. Just one more minute and you would be able to get out of another sick interlude.

You don't notice but Jungkook follows your eyes and realises the way they enlarge as if you had a bit of hope left. Because you did have hope.

It doesn't take long for him to grasp your thoughts and all the planning that was whirring the cogs in your sleep- deprived brain. Jungkook titters at you when he calls out to you.

"Oh Y/N, my love, I hope you know whatever you're planning in that little head of yours is not going to work." Your eyes keep scanning between the clock and him.

"Because I know that your final minute is precious to you, but it is precious to me as well."

Jungkook emits a long, audible breath when all your focus is buried on the clock.

"I really wanted to take my time with you Y/N, I really did. But I guess with just a minute to spare-" Jungkook's hands creep toward under your head and you could feel the frigid skin against yours, "I need to kill you."

His hands grip the pillow next to you and a hard smack lands on your face. You can't move your head, your neck, your arms or your legs. You can't move. How can one be any more helpless than this?

You softly shriek and begin to bear the softness of the pillow suffocating you. The breaths you gasp out and swallow become harder to manage, and your body begins to feel hot. The pillow becomes heavier and the demon who's doing this just smiles in glee, black irises and black shadow overpowering your condemned soul.

“Shh…you know you can’t scream.” Your mouth shuts instantly and all you could do was muffle.

You start to detect spots in your vision, your breathing slowing down whilst all the blood that's rushing to you gives Jungkook more of a thrill.

You were soon going to be his.

You were going to belong to him forever.

You're counting on the last seconds of the clock, just hoping it would ring any second now. Every breath you take takes a second away, and you're just praying that something will wake you up right now.

...3

...2

...1

The spots invade your vision, your breathing stops and your eyes lay open with no life left in them.

You heave out aggressively, immediately scrambling away from the bed. You slowly touch your face, fingertips shaking from the experience you just interfered with.

Oh god, it was over. It wasn't real, it was just another episode. You're alive, and you're not with him. You jump out of excitement and relief ready to go to your sister and tell her you were feeling much better.

But she beats you to it.

You weren't aware when your sister walked into your bedroom. She was already dressed in her black suit and white shirt, with her hair up in a neat bun.

"Hey." You hear her voice and turn around to find her sitting on your bed just staring at your pillows.

Silly her, she probably didn't notice you standing in the corner of the bedroom.

"Listen Y/N, first of all I know you're awake," she smiles "but I wanted to apologise to you."

You frown at the comment, and you frown when she still doesn't pay attention to you standing right next to her.

"Hello, I'm right here. Who are you talking to?" You question her, hands waving right at her face. But your sister doesn't move her head to see you, she just continues looking at your empty bed.

"I'm sorry for not talking about what happened with Seulgi, I know so much has happened to you and I feel so guilty for not reassuring you or anything. I was completely wrapped up in my own work that I forgot about you, your situation and the life you were leading."

You instantly smile when she said that, and your heart is finally filled with contentment. Her hands touch something that you don't see, so you rub your eyes and you suddenly feel sick. Your heartbeat races like a runner that you almost drop to the floor.

There on your bed was you.

You were lying down on your bed with a pillow on your face, the blanket all crumpled white your sister rested her hand on your shoulder.

"Um, Y/N, you okay?" Your sister queries as her hands start to push off the pillow.

"Y/N? Hello? Oh my goodness are you-"

She touches your skin, checks your pulse and she felt the unseen frostbites that were stuck on your skin.

You stood frozen when a bloodcurdling scream erupted from your sister's throat, her eyes already stung with tears and her yells were becoming more desperate and louder.

Her voice started to become hoarse and dry, she needed water, but she whimpered and wept next to you, her hands shaking and fiddling with her suit pocket to bring out a phone but it drops to the floor and she does too.

You've never seen your sister like this, never.

You start to feel the wet tears glistening on your cheek and your surroundings turn dull and grey. It becomes incredibly dark but you could still make out your poor sister trembling as she stared at your dead body.

"No..." you whispered to yourself, "n-no, this can't be happening."

This had to be another nightmare, something unforgivable to make you see a distraught scene. You spin around and your eyes jump out of your sockets.

There he was. Standing tall and proud with a stupid smirk on his face as he watched you cry so beautifully. You shook and started to back away from this monster who had tormented you so much.

He crept up to you and your back hit the wall, and your sister and your dead body were no longer here. Instead, you saw a dark room with a silver glow on top of you. Hundreds, no, more like thousands of sleep paralysis demons were whispering and growling as they looked down at you.

You weren't home.

You were dead.

You were with him in his world.

Jungkook stood impossibly close to you and you just wanted to shrink into a little ball and get out of this place.

His hands grasped your chin and his eyes turned yet black again, simply purring as he spoke.

"I told you I would bring you home love."

You stared at the clear ceiling again, peeking at the disgusting creatures. You wondered how many people were disturbed because of them, because of the torments they brought upon their toys.

You trembled under Jungkook’s touch and your will to push him or even fight him withered away. And so you shut your eyes when you felt Jungkook's cold lips on yours.

He finally got you just like how he said and wanted. He hears your thoughts and Jungkook wasn’t going to lie but he does agree with you. He's a monster and so are the others above the both of you, after all, in the end, no matter how cruel or kind, they are monsters in the dark.

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“SLEEP” - Joel Miller x f!Reader

summary: A stranger becomes your passenger heading into the desert at night.

rating: 18+

Words: 2.2k

Tags: I can’t do tags cuz of spoilers, but if you don’t like creepy scary stuff I suggest you scroll past.

a/n: Had this story brewing in my head for months, finally put pen to paper… or fingers to keyboard if you prefer.

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Your vehicles kiss before you do.

Baked against the asphalt your sandals slap against the unforgiving terrain. A long day of processing car rentals for tourists who are just dying to see The Alamo while wearing stiff felt cowboy hats.

Walking around the perimeter of dented Kia's as men with greasy smiles ogle your ass and call you sweetheart.

And finally changing out of your polyester uniform and into your denim skirt and softest band t-shirt as you prepare to head home silently willing the AC in your car to magically come back to life in the eight hours since you're shift started.

Like some dark blue bastion amongst the neutral sea of cream colored vehicles sits the blue truck.

The blue truck that was there at six this morning. The truck that you assumed would be gone by the time you got off your shift. The truck that you'd slid in next to tightly because it was parked in your spot and with little sleep and no coffee in your system that had pissed you off.

"Parked pretty close there," comes the lazy drawl of the wide shoulder-ed man leaning against the hood of The Blue Truck.

He's beautiful in that modern cowboy sort of way that some men wear with ease and others like a costume. The kind of quiet masculinity that comes with broad shoulders and oversized hands. His green t-shirt is sweat-soaked around the neck, under the arms, a thin strip of dark green down his spine.

He looks approachable and formidable all at once. Like those creatures in the zoo that you long to pet and kiss, but know that in an instant you would be eviscerated by their razor sharp fangs and claws.

You don't offer anything other than a simple nod, a brief thing that might have been nothing at all as you shuffle to the driver’s side of your shitty car with its dents along the fender and rust spots around the wheels. One of those things that look okay far away but up close you can see the damage, a symbolism you are both too familiar and revolted by.

The man watches you from behind aviators tinted the same shade as the truck.

"Your car?"

"Sure hope so," you tell him in a voice that says don't push me under a veneer of pleasant plumes like sickly perfume.

His eyes are hidden behind those tinted sunglasses but you know they'll be sharp like the edge of a razor glints. You don't need to see them to know they travel your body like a road map picking out destinations along the way. You imagine the curve of your breast is a landmark he wants to pull over and stay awhile.

He sucks his teeth as you force yourself into your car, exhaling sharply at the muggy heat envelops you. You feel the man's eyes on you as you prepare to twist the key into the ignition. You consider leaving without another word, letting this moment linger on the periphery of flirtation.

But you've always been greedy for more.

The man is still watching you, brow rising as you roll down the passenger window.

"You wanna grab a drink?"

Sweat drips down your back, down your temples, down the valley of your breasts. Every second the ticks by a held breath, an anticipation of rejection.

"Sure."

His duffel bag is retrieved from the bed of his truck and tossed into your back seat with a thwump.

His shoulder touches yours in the small cabin of your car. The key twists, the same motion you hope to use on his cock later. The vehicle rumbles awkwardly to life, wheezing and gasping as it takes off into the sun-drenched afternoon.

The windows are lowered before you even make it out of the parking lot. The sun begins to set in the lazy meander to the bar.

"Should probably know your name," you muse as the passing landmarks grow fuzzy.

"Joel."

The radio dial is moved to a crackling station that reminds you of a time before life got too loud. A time with hushed voices and homemade peanut butter cookies that stuck to the roof of your mouth. You hum lowly, eyes peeking to see Joel's curious expression.

"Old car, old shirt, old tunes," the deep voice makes note.

"I like older things," you say with curled lips that urge him to parse the double meaning. "Always have."

He hums an amused reply, dark eyes sliding like a snake over your features. When he smiles it doesn't reach both sides at the same time. It curls a little to the left, giving him a smirk that dances on the edge of playful.

"What else d'ya like?"

"Fucking."

It's overt and vulgar and it sends a thread of desire through your center that knots directly below your pussy and tugs brutally.

"Seems we have a lot in common," the man says with a smile that shows his pearly teeth. Teeth too perfect for the rest of his tanned face.

You drive on past the city limits with wind that combs through your hair like a mother's gentle soothe, not that you would know from experience. It's the information you've gleaned from paperbacks with yellowed pages or movies with string based soundtracks.

"You mind if we hit up this bar I like?" You ask in a voice of cherries and cream, sour and sweet. "S'a little further out."

"Don't mind at all," Joel rumbles huskily with a voice that drizzles down your spine like sweet molasses. "Got nowhere to be."

"Makes two of us."

You move down the highway in your shitty car like a blood clot. You take the long way, enjoying how the chill of the encroaching night starts to slip under your skin. A familiar stretch of barren desert greets you like an old friend, heralding you from the empty highway.

"Isolated," Joel says in a voice that sounds almost amused as you park under a familiar tree. "Thought you wanted a drink."

"Not so thirsty after all," you drawl as you unbuckle your seat belt. His is already off or maybe it was never on to begin with.

He watches you from behind his sunglasses with all the still of a rattlesnake, coiled and waiting to strike. When you crawl into his lap and suck his tongue into your mouth he retracts his fangs, trading venom for the sweetness of your saliva.

In the reflection of his sunglasses you could be drowning. When you tear them off his face you swim in the warmth of his dark eyes instead.

"Pretty," you murmur, noting the pupils blown wide, giving you a warped view of your tired face.

When you slide the knife out from under his seat it's barely a thought. The weapon is just an extension of your tired body that moves like your elbow or fingers.

When you raise its glinting steel to Joel's lean neck, fresh arousal floods you. You can taste in the air, tangy and sharp. But that might just be the tension.

"Gimme your wallet or I'll slice your throat," you say in a voice devoid of emotion as you press the blade just under his jaw. Two angles just as sharp.

You're perplexed by his calm countenance. He looks at you like a vulture with carrion, hungry and eager.

"You don't want my wallet."

"Oh no?" Your smile is fierce. Your blood is rushing through your veins, dizzying you.

This makes you feel awake. It makes you forget men who appraise you like cattle. It makes you forget about the dingy apartment you can barely afford. It makes you forget that the cloying heat of the day is nothing compared to the oppressive endlessness of the nights.

"Nah," comes the man's slow and steady cadence. "You want blood. I reckon even if I gave you my wallet you'd still slit my throat for the pleasure of it."

"How do you figure that?"

"Cuz that's what I like too," he says and now you realize his smile looks feral. Like the crazed animals you've seen in national geographic magazines.

Your reply catches in your throat. "Liar."

"Check my back right pocket if you don't believe me."

The cheap leather of his seat groans when you press your chest against his. He breathes in warm huffs over your face, like he's stoking your internal fire.

Your hand slides down over the rough denim of his jeans. He shifts his hips until your palm slides over his back pocket and the unmistakable outline of something metal is unearthed against your fingertips.

You retrieve it, hissing when your thumb catches onto the edge of its fine blade. It's a straight razor, the kind out of old movies. Ruby droplets bubble up on your digit as you drop the offending weapon.

Joel's mouth moves forward and before you can deny him he takes your thumb into his wet mouth. You sit hypnotized by the sensation of his tongue tracing your thumbprint, laving spit into every whirl of your fingerprint.

When he removes your thumb he does so leisurely, dragging it down over his full bottom lip enticingly. It shows you his crowded bottom teeth like tilted books on a forgotten shelf.

His hand moves to your wrist and you know he sees the flutter of uncertainty cross your features like a cloud. He waits for the storm as his fingers encircle the wrist that grips the knife.

He moves your tensed arm, urging the knife towards where it formerly sat against his jugular. He continues to tug you slowly until the blade almost bites into his flesh and until the tip of your nose touches the slope of his.

Then his large hand moves back to join the other at your hips, thumbs making small rubbing motions that rasp against the denim.

You sit in his lap, held by him, eyes jotting over his handsome face before settling on that endless gaze of his.

He stares back at you, vision tilting as he regards you in the same shrewd fashion. Like two predators in the jungle coming to a silent agreement, a lack of contrition. In his eyes you see a reflection, a mirror and then a kinship.

"Why?"

"It sustains me," is the murmured reply.

He’s trying to be poetic. You cut through that quickly.

"Because you like it."

"I do." The shark smile is back. "Blood droplets like rubies n' all that."

"What else do you like, Joel?"

"Fuckin"."

You don't wholly trust him and you don't lower your knife from his throat. But that doesn't stop him from taking your body right there in the passenger seat. He doesn't break his eyes from yours as he maneuvers his hand under your skirt to find you honeyed and waiting.

His hands made for brutality touch you with reverence like you're a precious vessel instead of a forgotten story. It makes you think of kintsugi, that all your cracks are being mended with the gold flecks in Joel's eyes.

The moon is hung low and swollen in the sky, bathing you and Joel in an unearthly glow. It lets you see his handsome face break into a rapturous grin when you tug at his belt and part your thighs to take him deep. It allows you the vision of Joel's eyelids fluttering as you punch out his name between gasps as the heat and pleasure consumes you.

He makes you cry out in the rising moonlight like some monstrous she-wolf that feeds on men with soulful eyes. His neck tilts back as he comes, exposing the column of his tanned throat, a sacrifice, an unspoken oath.

You keep the sharp tip of the knife touching the edge of his angled jaw, faltering only once when he winds his broad palm around the back of your neck and tugs your lips to his. He kisses you slow and tempered with a mouth that’s full and searching for something you find you want to give.

You pull back as you lower the weapon. There seems little need for it now. You expect the man whose lap you sit upon will show his hand. That he will push you from him and take off into the night, disappearing from your life just as swiftly as he entered it.

Instead his gentle smile remains, no longer carnivore. It's a serene thing, a calm thing, like the placid surface of an undisturbed lake.

"I'm tired of travelin' alone," he presses into the hollow of your throat, sucking gently. It makes your skin prickle like the blue black cacti out your window.

"You sayin' you want company, Joel?"

"If you wanna give it."

You don't answer right away and instead of irritation from the taut string of anticipation, Joel watches you, reading the pages of your life in your expression, the way you hold your mouth, and the way your shoulders slump forward.

You're so tired.

"Sleep," he tells you, moving a strand of hair from your eyes. His thumb catches on your lower lip, testing its pliant, petal softness. "I'll drive."

You've never let another person touch this car. Never let another person tuck you into the passenger seat with his flannel draped over you like a hug. Never let someone place their hand over your thigh and squeeze reassuringly as they palm the wheel and guide you to an unknown future.

And yet tonight you do.

With Joel you do.

And you sleep.

#joel miller fanfiction #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller smut #joel miller #smut #fanfiction #fanfic #joel miller x f!reader #joel tlou #joel miller tlou #joel fanfic

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autumnaaltonen · 1 year

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(listen, listen my two brain cells are working hard!).

Alucard with a sort of muscular s/o who has scars and stretch marks due to hunting/missions. She's seems intimidating/doesn't talk much and always takes things too seriously even with sarcasm. But secretly she just socially awkward and shy. Who's insecure about her body and how her muscles/scars making her look scary.

Maybe one day Alucard complements her for her work during a mission ((or one day she wears a dress for an event)) and catches her blushing cuz she nvr gotten a complement before.

Hehehehe, yesssss

Alucard With a Muscular, Scarred and Socially Awkward S/O

As an individual, you were one of the more experienced monster hunters out of all the other human Hellsing soldiers, you’ve got your fair share of kills from every variety of freak, be it vampires, ghouls or werewolves. However, while this fact should make you the most popular member on the team, it was unfortunately quite the opposite.

Spending so much time on your own on solo missions, even prior to Hellsing, has put you a little on the stiff side. You can tell when a vamp was about to slash a filed hand at you from a single twitch of the finger, or when a ghoul was capable of running rather than just stumbling based on the pattern of their steps.

But social ques like friendly greetings, sarcasm and self-deprecating humour have become lost to you over time, and it’s painfully noticeable to both yourself and to everyone around you. You were stoic silent, not in ignorance, but fearful of the mystery that has become your fellow human. Jokes fly above your head, and playful jabs make you question the people you surround yourself with, but you keep rationalising at the end of the day that it’s all in your head, and that your glaring is not going to make you any new friends. You felt like a wolf in a pack of sheep.

To add wood to the fire, you’ve also garnered a number of physical mementos from your work, like nasty scars from close calls with a mouth or a claw, moles and freckles from waiting in the sun before nightfall called upon your kill, and stretch marks from the various changes your body has gone through during your physically intensive work

So, you were a tad intimidating to most. But Alucard has always been different. He’s the King of weird and intimidating, so when he took notice of your insecurities despite your gifts, he just couldn’t have it.

“Do not waste your mortal life fretting over polished gold. We may not shine in the sun, but just as the moon dazzles at night, our aptitude is best performed in darkness.”

The both of you hit it off fairly quickly, to say the least. With Alucard by your side, your social anxiety is somewhat pattered down, as there is no way in hell that you could seem like a weirdo with him walking next to you.

Alucard makes you feel seen at the most unlikely of moments, laughing proudly while watching you kill on missions, competing with you on who could take down the most ghouls in one night, or checking on you every once in a while to make sure you were stocked on ammunition.

He even begins to give you words of affirmation and compliments that frazzled and dazed you every time.

“Even I could learn to fear the fury of your gaze, dear.”

“What an alluring sight you are, out of breath and blood-sated.”

“Careful now, if you keep fighting like that, I may just have to keep you.”

Alucard made you feel special and one of a kind, and for once in the best ways. And when he slowly starts pushing on your walls, and words become actions, you wonder why you ever second-guessed yourself.

But then there came the dreaded occasion of the UK Special Forces Division Ball, an annual celebration for the Queen’s most gifted soldiers, and of course Hellsing was hosting as usual, being the most indispensable military group of the time. To make matters worse, Sir Integra had chosen you to deliver this year’s welcoming speech, saying you were “the most exemplary standard for whom a solider of the Crown should strive to be.” And as his human friend, Integra also expected you to accompany Alucard throughout the night to balance out his attitude. Alucard agreed to your accompaniment without issue, even looking forward to not having to be forced into speaking with arrogant and imperious higher-ups.

Fuck that. Fuck this. YOU HAVE TO WHERE A DRESS!?

You aren’t a ‘pick me’ by any means, but you cannot recall the last time you were anywhere near a pair of heels and lip-gloss, and that terrifies you. What the dress showed off your shoulders and arms? If you put on make-up, would you end up like the Matchmaker after Mulan threw tea on her? With your muscles and scars, what if you looked like a frou-frou G.I. Jane?

You don’t think you’ve ever had a near panic attack over such a trivial matter before, but it wasn’t trivial to you! For once, you were not even worrying about what others would think of you. Instead, all you could imagine is the fact that Alucard would see. Handsome, beautiful Alucard…he came from a background of Medieval opulence and royal refinery, a King who wore robes of ruby-dyed wool and a crown of glittering jewels, who had dazzling women at his beck and call to serve him in any way he asked.

You knew there was only one thing you could do: call upon your commanding officers. It took a lot of self-reassurance and determination, but it all pays off when you see the smiles on Sir Integra and Seras’ faces, both absolutely game to doll you up for your big moment. Sir Integra is a master-class in fashion, having three separate closets for her suits, gowns and decorative weapons. Seras is a social woman fresh out of police college, and was no stranger to what cosmetics looked best when clubbing or going to a fancy-shmancy gala.

You imagined that they would cover you up with a shawl, or cover your scars with concealer, but to your horror they instead slipped you into a sleeveless and tight woven gown and black heels that accentuated all your muscles and curves, as well as applied very basic cosmetics to just your face to make you pop.

Maybe this was a terrible idea.

But they don’t take ‘no’ for an answer, and shove you out of your room and down the hallways into the ballroom, practically throwing you through the doors…and directly into Alucard’s back. Turns out he had been waiting by the entrance for quite some time, making a bit of a scary scene for all the other guests who needed to walk past him towards the dance floor. He was looking for someone, and everyone hoped to God it was for a good reason.

You were able to brace your hands in front of you after being thrown into your good friend’s back, knowing that even someone with your strength could not stumble him. When he turns around, prepared to scold whoever dared try to shove him, you brace for the impact of a bullying laugh or a disappointed frown, wrapping your arms around yourself like a protective shield and looking down at his boots.

But you feel his gloved fingers wrap themselves around your hands firmly, removing them from around your sides and resting them atop his chest. He then puts a finger under your chin, tipping your head up to look at him.

“I was starting to wonder when my second-half would appear. Though I see you kept me waiting for good reason, now you have become even more dazzling than the moon.”

You gape for a moment, taking his words. “Your second-half?” you question.

“Of course, why do you think I asked my master to keep you by my side tonight? A King requires his fair beauty on his arm.”

The sincerity of his words and the admiration on his face nearly brings tears to your eyes, settling yourself against him in relief as he pulls you closer. Gone are all the nerves that have been biting at you all day, and you feel prepared to take on the world (or at least deliver a greeting address) with Alucard in your ring.

#hellsing #hellsing ultimate #hellsing alucard #alucard #alucard x reader #hellsing alucard x reader

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anonazure · 1 year

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The sheriff treating his adult scary children like babies?

The sheriff treating them like his precious baby boys in public?

“Richie, what did I say about smoking? Put.It.Out!”

“Mitch, kiddo, we use our words before we use our fists. You’re 36, I shouldn’t have to say these things.”

“Stiles, for the love of Christ speak English. You’re butchering my mother language.” (The man, in my head, was born and raised in Poland until he was like ten. Polish is his first language and while he’s got English down packed and uses that predominantly in public he speaks polish mostly at home with the family. People in town look at them all weird when they speak Polish so he feels weird about speaking it in public and Stiles? He butchers it. Like a lot. Think Spanglish but with Polish.)

“He daddio, there’s this new laser tag place that opened up in town-”

“Father mine, daddy-man, please please please please can I borrow the armored truck? Jackson’s visiting and I wanna relive old times with the fucker I mean my precious friend-”

“…Dad…can I just sleep in the office? Richie talks in his sleep and moves around a lot so the bunk beds shake. I tried staying with stiles but he’s only got one bed and he’s clingy. And drools. I don’t want to accidentally sleep shoot my brothers.”

Sheriff, at his breakfast book, hasn’t even had coffee when his three children came barreling in to annoy him and this 7AM on a Sunday.

He sighs.

“Richie, if you swindle or threaten any children at laser tag you’re grounded. Stiles, no. And I don’t mean no you can’t wink wink, I do not mean no but do it anyway so long as I don’t notice. I mean no, don’t. You cannot. Do it and you’re grounded. And Mitch,” The sheriff takes a long drink of his black coffee. “If you’re okay with that sure. If not just bunk with me till we can get the spare sorted out with a bed.”

The kids all separate for the day and unsurprising he grounds 34 year old Richie for threatening a group of twelve year olds “they started it!”

Grounds Stiles for stealing the armored truck, “I was gonna put it back!” And laughs at his community service. Hard. “It’s not fair! Scott was there too of course he was there so I didn’t do too much damage but he was!”

And Mitch? Well he doesn’t have to ground Mitch. Mitch is a silent child who sometimes scares him by just appearing out of the darkness but is his good boy. Mitch is the one that doesn’t give him any ounce of trouble.

He also sleeps like the dead and keeps the sheriff up at night to check his breathing with a mirror, so there’s that too.

At least he couldn’t get any worse. Until the front door bursts open and they see a colorful mass barreling towards the sheriff, the hug is tight, he is lifted up off the ground. He pats the top of the bleach blonde head.

“Colin, kid, how you been?”

“Big Papa you have no idea!” Colin has his phone out and angled for selfies.

Whoever said kids keep you young has never met the Stilinski’s. And there is still two more out there that have yet to make it home. This sheriff wonders if he has room in the house and he’s trying to figure out how he did it the first time around.

(Cuz it’s a funny idea and you liked it the first time😊

This is the best thing I've ever read about the Stilinski family

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i-luvsang · 1 year

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+.. ", mailman!au — jeon wonwoo

¿ ｡′ gn!reader , fluff , inspired by this ask , cw: reader’s cat gets lost (then found) , wc: 1.1K ！！

✧ listen please just imagine him in that blue outfit that only he manages to make look adorable

✧ and his specs are always on so he can read the addresses on the packages

✧ tbh sometimes he looks a little intimidating as he does his rounds dropping off mail around his section but it’s just because he’s got stronger (extremely handsome) features and his resting face can be a bit scary

✧ so when he became the new mailman for your neighborhood, everyone was talking about him because

✧ have you seen him he’s stunning people are like why is he a mailman (nothing wrong with being a mailman just. wow)

✧ but some people were also wary of him because the last mailman was always smiling and super duper friendly, while wonwoo is a lot more reserved

✧ you don’t really have much of an opinion on him tbh except that you think he’s incredibly attractive obviously

✧ you’ve never talked to him cuz like uH there’s no reason to, ofc you’re grateful to him for dropping off all your mail but like yknow talking to strangers is scary

✧ but bro one time you were on your way to work and you see him crouched down on the sidewalk and you’re all

✧ ?? is he okay ??

✧ you get closer and it turns out, yes he’s okay, but your heart is not because omg

✧ he’s taking pictures of one of the neighborhood cats and that’s freaking adorable

✧ but still it’s weird to say anything to him so you just pass him by and you don’t want to embarrass him by letting him know that you can hear him affectionately cooing at the cute little tabby cat

✧ but in your mind you’re screaming and crying because again, that’s so cute and also mood you would be doing the same thing if you saw the cat

✧ so now he’s not just the attractive mailman, he’s the adorable and attractive mailman that likes cats

✧ suddenly you’re hoping that someday you’ll run into him as he drops off your mail and see your own cat in the window and thus strike up a conversation with you

✧ unfortunately, your meeting is not the result of something as simple or nice as you wished

✧ just a few days later, you return home from work looking forward to some cuddles with your cat, sparkle

✧ but you can’t find her :( so you look around your small home several times over before running outside to check around the neighborhood for her despite the sun starting to set

✧ you realize that she’s lost after looking around even after is grows dark, and no matter how worried you are, you have to return home

✧ the next morning you print out and hang up posters all over the neighborhood

✧ you don’t notice, but wonwoo sees you, all teary-eyed while hanging them up

✧ and he feels so horrible because he really wants to comfort you and promise that he’ll look for your cat very carefully every day as he goes around his route

✧ but he feels too awkward to do it, so instead he snaps a picture of the poster for reference after you leave

✧ true to his word (that he never said outloud but yk), he looks very intently for sparkle each day, checking in every spot he knows other cats like to hide in

✧ honestly he’d look hard for any cat, but he’s extra worried for sparkle (and for you)

✧ because he’s come to love waving at your cat in the window when you’re not around and he’ll probably never admit it but he’s very attracted you because you just seem like such a lovely person from all he’s seen

✧ not that he’s been paying attention to you or anything haha (he has)

✧ of course, you continue to look for sparkle every day, each moment that you can

✧ but a few days later, you’re sitting inside after dinner, unable to go out because of the work you need to get done before tomorrow

✧ you hear your doorbell ring, so of course, you approach the front door to see who could be visiting you without prior notice

✧ you open the door and are greeted with a sight that doesn’t allow you to process just who is actually standing on your porch

✧ because your eyes immediately land on your cat, curled up in the person’s arms

✧ without missing a beat, you take sparkle into your own arms, holding her close and carefully looking her over to check if she’s alright

✧ once you’ve concluded that, despite a little dirty, she’s just fine, you finally look up to profusely thank the person in your doorway for bringing her back to you

✧ the words almost die in your throat when you make eye contact with the cute mailman

✧ you still stutter out a long thread of thank you’s because you really are beyond grateful

✧ but his appearance is still quite distracting, because one, it’s past eight in the evening and he drops the mail off in the morning

✧ and two, he’s dressed in casual clothing, looking incredibly handsome in jeans and a sweatshirt

✧ he tells you that he’s just glad he could find your cat, even starting to say that he was really worried

✧ and you’re like …huh?

✧ he totally trips over his words, trying to explain that he just really likes cats and that he saw your poster and always looks for lost cats on his rounds

✧ you’re all “…but your rounds are in the morning??”

✧ and he’s like “i– uh i was just passing through this neighborhood and saw her and i know where you live– sorry that sounds weird but you know what i mean, so i brought her over. i hope that’s okay, i know the poster had your phone number, but–”

✧ at this point he’s kinda rambling and you swear that his face is starting to get red

✧ but you brush it off and tell him that you’re just very grateful to him for finding her

✧ you stand there awkwardly for a second before he’s like “well, have a good night then! i hope that sparkle is okay.”

✧ you thank him and wish him a good night too, but you trail off when you realize that you have no idea what his name is

✧ so he says, “i’m wonwoo, by the way.”

✧ “nice to meet you, wonwoo,” you say, then introduce yourself because you’re sure that the chance he somehow remembers your name out of all the mail he delivers is very small

✧ he definitely knew your name already, but of course he doesn’t say so and instead echoes the sentiment that it was nice meeting you, then bids you goodnight once again before retreating back from your doorstep

✧ “thank you again, wonwoo! see you around!” you call softly after him

✧ “of course! see you around,” he says, turning his body to catch another glimpse of you and sparkle in the doorway and smiling softly to himself at your words

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whatweknew · 1 year

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Hey <3

I absolutely love ur work & it makes my day when u post ^^

I saw that u take fluff requests rn :)

So how about this:

(Summer, Almost full moon) going to an old very nature-overgrown lake at night with damon, they get drunk on the way there and listen to all kinds of songs, even singing to some in a dramatic/silly way.

When they get there there’s all kind of sounds (frogs, fishes that come up to catch mosquitoes, crickets chirping) the phone dies aka no music, damon drinks even more & starts a serious topic

The convo leaves an awkward atmosphere & damon to digress just impulsively wants to go for a swim, he does and after a while y/n ain’t having it nomore & wants to go home. Damon tried to “lure” her in but she just laughed at him calling him all kinds of things.

She doesn’t wanna go home alone cuz it’s kinda scary, so she gets near the water & tries to make a compromise, he “makes it look like he’s coming out” only to pull her into the lake with him. She’s shocked and only gets madder with all his stupid drunk giggling (maybe they hug or even kiss in the water?) <3 xoxo

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

Summary: Damon takes Y/N to yet another sight to see

Type: Fluff & some humour

Warning(s): alcohol use

Word Count: 2k

A/N: first offfff thank you so much for the request! Any type of interaction with this account is so appreciated and I'm grateful you chose me for this request :) I'm so happy you're enjoying What We Knew. Good stuff is coming, and I hope you enjoy this one <3

“Come on, let’s go,” he said, standing up,

“What? No, c’mon, let’s just stay here,” her brows furrowed and lips smiled,

“Let’s go,” he insisted, reaching for her hand and pulling her up,

“Alright, alright,” she sighed, letting him pull her, “but this,” she said, turning behind her and reaching for the too-large flask they had been sharing, “is being refilled and coming with us,” she nodded, rounding the couch to the liquor cart and grabbing a bottle of bourbon, “oh fuck,” she sighed, looking between her hands. Holding the flask in her left and the bottle in her right, her arms swayed without her wanting them to, “nope. Can’t do it,” she shook her head, “here,” she said, holding out the items to Damon,

“I love that instead of taking your inability to pour a drink as a sign to stop drinking, you just let someone else do it,” he shrugged, grabbing the items and Y/N chuckled,

“Whatever, we’re having fun,” she sighed. He filled the flask and looped his speaker round his wrist before they left the Salvatore Boarding House.

Damon was always showing her pretty places. Fields, meadows, rivers, forests, the like. So, as they stepped off the Salvatore’s property, into the verdance, she didn’t find herself questioning him or where he was taking her. Surely it would be somewhere beautiful. Somewhere she would love to see during this level of drunkenness. Though, after maybe twenty minutes of walking seemingly aimless through the dark bush, she pondered their destination,

“How much further?” She asked,

“Oh, come on it’s only been twenty minutes,” he rolled his eyes,

“Yeah, which is like, a billion years in drunk people time,” she shrugged and he snorted, that smile spreading across his lips,

“We’re almost there,” he said, glancing at her then forward again when a song neither of them had heard in however long came on,

“Oh my god,” Y/N said, bending her knees slightly in excitement, and Damon let his head back, chuckling at the song. It played for a few second and when they knew it was time for the first verse, Damon spoke up,

“Ready?” He asked, slowing to a stop and turning to her,

“Arabian Prince back with a style that’s hype,”

“Not slow and low, it’s the fast type,”

“Gettin’ dumped!”

“Can you hear the drums?”

“Yo Dre, why don’t you pump it up some?” She laughed, stepping forward,

“I pumped it up so now what’s up?”

“Yo Yella Boy add a little cut,” she said, bouncing with each step and moving her arms smoothly,

“What the hell, you think we need some bells?”

“Yeah homeboy might as well,” she shrugged,

“There it is, so now what’s next?”

“A little, so find me a ho-,”

“--oold it, wait a minute, you need somethin’ else in it,” he pointed, and the both of them stopped in their tracks and turned to each other,

“This what I want you to do,” they said in unison, “feel the groove,” they sang, bending their knees, “bust a move,”

“Yo, yo, I’m tired, what about you?” Damon sang,

“Man, this is something to dance to!” Y/N laughed and so did he. They turned forward again and he wrapped his arm over her shoulders. Their bodies moved to the beat, taking their steps with some bounce and their shoulders moving fun.

“Man that’s wack–” They started again in unison, but as they did, his speaker played that sad little noise and the music silenced. They both groaned,

“Aw fuckkk,” he said, looking up at the sky, “whatever,” he shrugged and rolled his eyes and Y/N chuckled, sighing. She took a deep breath, cheeks sore from smiling so wide. She felt so damn good. Nice little buzz, good music… At least there was, and the one person she was never too tired to see, walking beside her. The otherwise hushed forest came to life as they furthered. Or maybe now that his speaker died she could finally hear what they were missing,

“What is that?” She whispered, slowing to a stop and moving her hair from her ear, “do you hear that?” she smiled and looked up at Damon who’s brows were furrowed

“You really asking me if I can hear that?” He asked and she both scoffed and chuckled,

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes, “I love frogs,” she sighed, stepping forward again,

“I know you do,” he said, “which is one of the reasons I brought you here,” he said and as he did, she could see a small clearing maybe half a dozen yards away. She looked past it, seeing a certain light beyond it bouncing up and down in hundreds of places. As they neared, she saw it was a lake. A smile widened on her face at the sight and she scanned the view. Soft rush sprouted densely around the entirety of the lake, though the body was so large Y/N could see the end only if she squinted. Her shoes met with bumpy rocks of varying sizes and weights and they walked over them, closer to the shore. She could hear the frogs so clearly now. There were so many croaks she couldn’t guess how many scattered the lake even if she wanted to.

“It’s so…” She said, shaking her head and looking around. She turned to Damon, “it’s so untouched,” she said,

“Too out of the way for tourists that don’t care about nature,” he shrugged, “Get’s decent traffic in July though,” he said looking out to the water. Perfect night he chose to bring her here. There wasn’t a single light nearby and she could imagine how dark it would have been if the moon wasn’t nearly full. She looked up at the sky. Stars scattered the twilight. She saw Venus and the North Star. But quickly her eyes were brought to the moon. So beautiful and bright and precious. She stared at it for a few moments, letting her eyes focus on the brightness against the vast empty space. She saw the craters she had seen so many times and wondered how many other people were looking at the moon, just like her, right now.

“Look at that, you see that?” Damon said, pointing out the lake,

“What?” She asked, turning to him then to the lake

“A fish, it just jumped out,” he smiled, looking at her then back out at the lake,

“What? Really?” She asked, glancing at him then to the lake again, “Where?”

“There,” he said, stepping forward. His left hand touched her arm and he extended his right over her shoulder so she could see where he was pointing, “that area right there,” he said, letting his arm fall to his side, “keep an eye on it,” he said, and she did. It took only a minute for another fish, maybe the same one, to jump up and catch a fly. She gasped when she saw it and let out a laugh,

“Oh my god, that is so cute,” she said, looking out to the lake. He said nothing, but she felt him looking at her. He pulled the flask from his jeans and unscrewed it, bringing the old steel to his lips.

“Mm?” He asked, offering her the flask as he swallowed his sip,

“Thanks,” she smiled, grabbing the flask. She turned around, looking for somewhere to sit and enjoy the view. A log, one of few, rested a couple yards behind them and she took a seat. Damon sat next to her and Y/N passed the flask back to him.

“Why do you always take me to these places?” She asked, looking over at him. He raised his brows once before furrowing them. He took a sip and looked out to the lake,

“I don’t know,” he shrugged, “‘cause I think you’d like ‘em?” He shrugged again, like he didn’t even know, “whenever I find myself in these places,” he said, taking in a deep breath. He sighed, “I find myself seeing you in every single one of them,” he said, “I bring you to these places because I wanna see your smile. I wanna hear your laugh,” he shrugged, “whenever I have some place to show you, I know I’ll get to see the exact same light in your eyes that I saw before you knew about us,” he said, a little more quiet. Her brows pulled together slightly at this. She thought she had asked such an innocent question. But is answer made her feel otherwise. In truth, she didn’t know how to feel about his words. Had Stefan, Bonnie or anyone else said this to her she wouldn’t have been thinking too hard about it. But Damon said it. And he never said stuff like this. These words were laced with something deeper than concern or appreciation. She knew it was, but she couldn’t pinpoint it. Not without feeling completely out of bounds. She didn’t say anything, and didn’t even realise it until he brought the flask to his lips again and took another swig.

“Let’s go for a swim,” he nodded, screwing the cap back on and standing up. He slid the flask in his pocket and shrugged off his leather jacket. She smiled, thinking still of his words. Though, the smile dropped as she registered what he just said,

“Um, no,” she shook her head,

“What? Why?” He asked,

“Damon I am fully dressed and under the influence of alcohol,” she said,

“Yeah and I was a lifeguard in the 80’s and unless you’re going commando right now, it doesn’t really matter,” he shrugged, “strip,” he said, pulling off his shirt. Y/N laughed,

“No, Damon, come on,” she groaned,

“Let’s gooo,” he said, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans,

“Damon I am not swimming,” she said,

“Fine, fine, whatever, Fear from Inside Out,” he rolled his eyes and the widest smile spread on her face. She clapped, throwing her head back and laughing,

“You did not just fucking reference Inside Out,”

“Hey, I am an incredibly well-rounded individual, okay?” He chuckled, facing her as he walked backward to the shore. He pulled off his pants and balled them up, throwing the denim onto the pile of clothes near Y/N. She chuckled glancing down his body for a only a moment, then back to his face, still chuckling,

“Well, enjoy. Let me know how it is,” she raised her brows once. He smiled, shaking his head and turned around. He stepped into the water slowly, taking his time. “Oh my god, Y/N, you gotta get in here,” he said, turning around when he stood waist deep, “it’s warm as hell,” he said,

“Hell is really hot, Damon. Maybe even hotter than you,” she joked and for a moment she caught him smirking and looking away, “I don’t know if I wanna touch something an estimated eight-hundred kelvin,” she shrugged and he shook his head,

“Come on,” he said, walking a little closer to the shore,

“Damon no,”

“‘Damon, no’,” He imitated, “come on,” he gestured with his head, water now at his calves, “take off your shoes and feel how warm it is,” he shrugged, crossing his arms. She looked at him, narrowing her eyes slightly as she decided whether or not she would.

“Fine,” she said, tilting her head, “but we’re going home after,” she crossed her arms dramatically,

“Fine,” he said, mimicking her crossed arm. She chuckled and leaned down, untying her laces and kicking her shoes off. She pulled off each sock and stuffed them in her shoes, “are you sure it’s okay for humans?” She asked, walking over the uncomfortable rocks and pebbles,

“Yes, I’m sure,” he nodded. She stepped forward, stopping before the water. She looked down then up at him, “well come on then,” he said, beckoning with his hand. She smiled and took a step, feeling the warm as hell water.

“Damn,” she said, taking a few more steps, getting closer to him, “this is nice,” she nodded, looking back up at him,

“I know right?” He raised his brows once and tilted his head. She smiled and looked to the side, out at the huge lake stretching so far. Then she turned to him again and met a certain smile.

“What?” She chuckled. He said nothing, only narrowed his eyes and his smile deepened into a smirk. The smile fell from her face, “Damon, Damon, no,” she said and he grinned. She turned around but before even leaving the water, Damon reached forward with impressive speed and wrapped his arms around her, “Damon!” She yelled and he lifted her up walking them backwards,

“We’re going!” He said, “it’s too late!” He said and turned to the side, falling into the water. Her body submerged in the wet lake. God. Her clothes already stuck to her skin like that certain plastic wrap you can never get off your hands. Though, it wasn’t cold. Somewhat to her dismay, it was actually enjoyable. It felt like a warm hug around her arms. Damon gave hugs like that. Safe and big and friendly. Her feet met tiny rocks and she pushed herself past the surface,

“Oh my fucking god, Damon!” She said immediately, sucking in a breath and slicking her hair back, rubbing her eyes. He laughed hysterically, clapping his hands and legs staggering about, “you are so fucked up,” she said, unable to control the amusement and laughter in her tone. She laughed, shaking her head, just loving the sounds of joy he made. She narrowed her eyes at him and leaned forward. Palms against his chest, she shoved him forward. He was too busy laughing at her to save himself and she pushed him right in. His head fell under the surface but he stood himself up quickly,

“That was good, that was good,” he chuckled, wiping his hair back. A single strand fell back against his forehead and Y/n tried to ignore how cute it looked, “I definitely deserved it,” he smiled, wading toward her,

“I cannot believe that you did that,” she shook her head and crossed her arms, “now I’m all cold,” she put on a fake frown but her eyes were too full of fun,

“Aw, how sad,” he pouted, “I guess we’ll have to swim in this warm water for a little longer then,” he shrugged.

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mcubuckyxlokisbitch · 3 months

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OUT OF ALL THE TIMELINES

Short Series !

Female Asgardian reader (now avenger) X TVA Loki

Chapter 1: Avengers I need your help (done)

Chapter 2: Interrogations and proclamations (done)

Chapter 3: Even Asgardians have myths (done)

Chapter 4:

Chapter 5: -

Chapter 6: -

Surprise !!!!

Chapter 7: Chapter 8: Chapter 9 Chapter 10:

Warnings: Alot of angst <3, somebody kissed but im not saying who, mentions of blood, injury,

Summary: After your Lokis death and have moved on and joined the Avengers. After the aftermath of Endgame you and the other remaining Avengers all seek shelter in the new Avengers Warehouse Pepper Potts bought as a temporary replacement while the Avengers mansion is being renovated. What happened after a very tired mission. Well, you're speechless, to say the least.

a/n: I added a few more chapters because you know dreams lmao so enjoy this one !! Tell me if yall want smut soon. CuZ ye im feeling a smut scene some time soon.

You walked around the Avengers warehouse and got to the medic bay. The push the doors open, "How are her vitals."

"Well for one thin they don't make any sense."

"Ive been trying to heal her but, I can't get a signature on the dark magic... I need your magic to track it." Wanda says as her hands float above the blonde girl.

"She really does look like Loki its scary.... Like put a blonde wig make her shorter and put some eyelashes boom you got blondie here."

You rolled your eyes as your eyes traveled towards Ivars dark matter dagger. A strong dark force gutted your stomach, you could feel the evil from a mile away. You saw the veins around the stab wound as they turned black and spreaded around her stomach.

The only thing that could kill an Asgardian God. With its rusted blade and messily bandanged handle. Just as the myths say, the dagger was made for Odin the allfather but Ivar and his dagger were defetead and casted away before he could use it on him.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breathe to cast a simple healing spell.

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"Alright, enchantments are more than just casting especially when your doing a healing spell." Loki circled around you. You closed your book as you groaned, bored of slow paced lessons set by the prince.

"A healing spell I think we can do something more challenging than that Loki."

Loki stopped in his steps as he brought out his dagger and striked your leg.

"LOKI... AARGH.... YOU MISBIGOTTEN SON OF A LEPPERS GOAT. YOU DAFT ARSE" YOU SCREAMED AT HIM. He chuckled and tipped your chin to look at him with the bloodied dagger.

"Careful, if we go on legal terms thats treason against the prince and queen..." He grinned. "On more serious terms you need to learn how to cast the spell on yourself, this way casting it on others will come naturally."

You tried to hold the cut on your thigh, blood was seeping out continously as you winced when you tried to move your leg. "How am I to focus when im bleeding to death." the words gritting through your teeth.

"Close your eyes and breathe..." Loki sat behind you whispering to your ear. He placed his hands on yours and led them to your wound. "The spell only works when your calm." You took a deep breath and out as your shaky hand lay above your wound. "Feel the energy from your body, allow it to flow through your to your hands down to your wound."

You did as he said. Your enchantments extended to the wound as the blood started to lessen but the wound didn't close. "Now the difficult part. Closing the wound, you can't just imagine it to close, you know the spell."

You said aloud through your teeth holding in your pain. "Rense helbrede såret." Nothing happened, the blood lessen but the wound was still wide open. You were confused and irritated to say the least.

Loki nudged his nose towards the crook of your neck, sending shivers down your spine. "A spells power is through its whisper, to be a true master you must not only say it but think it."

Relaxing your hands as Loki slithered his to your shoulders, you casted in a whisper focusing on the spell imagining the wound closing and the energy flowing towards your wound. "Rense helbrede såret." your eyes glew orange as your enchantment casted on your leg closed the wound slowly from one end to the other. The stinging pain you felt a few seconds ago was gone. There was no mark no scar where there was once blood and torn muscle. You laughed aloud and jumped up from your seat cheering.

"I- I did it no way, I just casted a healing spell on my first try... Loki you are magnificent." You turned to the man who raised an eye brow. The unimpressed look which gutted you stomach and stopped yur cheering as you felt shameful.

"Are you proud of such a small spell I mastered long before I was 16 years old." You blushed in shame as you brough your head down. Looking away from him, you could still feel him walk closer to you. "Charms are not something you can play aroudn on the side either you take it seriously and master it or I never teach you again. Do you wish to be great or nothing...."

He was now merely inches from your as he pinched your chin and brought him to look towards him, "So tell me little girl..." At this point you could feel your heart about to jump out your heart at any moment.

"Great or nothing." he whispered

"Great..." you mumbled.

"Perfect." he leaned down as he placed your lips on yours.

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"Perfect-

You snap back to reality.

"Perfect, I have the signature of the spell.... You can take the spear out whenever your ready Y/N..." Wanda smiled.

You blanked out as you saw the wound still corrupted but not as bloodied as it was before.

"Careful, won't asgardians burn or disintegrate when you touch the handle or something." Peter stopped your hand.

"It is merely a myth Peter." You held his. "It'll sting slightly but I'll be fine."

"Wow even asgardians have myths. It's like inception a myth in a myth." Ant man said chewing on his chips in the corner of the med bay on a spare bed.

You hold the dagger and it burned your hand the moment you wrapped your hand around it. You winced and pulled back your hand and shook off the heat. Everyone had their eyes on you as you tried again. You wrapped your fingers around the handle, the burning sensation started as you focused on absorbing the heat but it didn't work.

"Teya, your hand it's turning the same colour as the wound." Sam pointed out

Your hand was corrupted. You casted a healing spell on your hand as you held the dagger handle tighter ignoring the warnings from your teamates.

Only one of asgardian strength can pull out the dagger. But anyone who lays in the hand on the dagger, will meet death.

It was a phrase, a warning actually, you remembered like the back of your hand from your favourite tale.

You pulled the dagger out with some force as the wound on the body closed. You dropped the dagger on the ground as you did too.

You were on your knees as your hand turned black and you wrapped your other hand on it trying to heal it. The room felt like it was a million degrees as you felt the darkness travel through your veins.

"Y/N whats going on..." Sam said kneeling down beside you. "FRIDAY RADIO STRANGE FOR AN SOS."

"Yelena, get Thor, Parker make sure Barnes does not know about this make sure they stay with Loki."

"Don't tell James." You whispered to Sam

"Not a chance princess."

"Wanda hows the wound." You looked up in pain.

"Closing in. But old Asgardian magic is complicated, I need time to find a way for it to not spread."

"Sam, I'm fine." you groaned through the pain still trying to cast the healing spell on your arm.

"Ya say that to your black hand. And..... woah." Sam started to let your hand go when your hand to elbow was turning black

"I'm here..." Stephen walked through a portal.

"Her eyes." Sam said concerened as there was no white left in your eyes just pitch black.

You forced yourself to stand up. Your shaking right hand corrupted as you projected your powers towards the dagger on the ground. Focusing the dark energy to leave your body. You groaned as you saw Stephen observe the situation and walk towards your arm.

"Keep focusing project any corrupted magic into the dagger."

Strange got to position and casted a cleansing spell on you. Helping to slip the dark energy off you. You felt your powers slipping away from you as the dark matter did.

When you felt no more corrupted magic you stopped as there was no more magic to give. Your knees felt weak and you tried to walk towards the closest bed but crumble and fell like a new born baby giraffe.

"I got you gurl." Sam caught you before you hit the ground.

"That was very stupid of you..." Strange said as he walked towards the sword glowing red and black. He formed a shield around it as it levitated towards you. "Here this won't get your hand burnt."

"Y/N, your hand. It.... it, that looks like a raisin." Thor winced.

"Thank you Thor, for that obvious comment." your groaned standing up, carrying the bubble with the dagger with your undwounded hand you walked towards the blonde girl. Who seemed to be breathing better as her vitals improved. You took a deep breathe to feel her aura and her health. Which was improving slowly, slower than it must, you looked up towards the body 2 beds down. "Strange what can be evaluated of this mans vitals..."

Strange walked over to the white haired man and hovered over him. Levitating his file to his hands and read through it. "This man is, hm...."

"Check the jacket , TVA ever heard of anything like it." Sam said tossing the jacket towards Strange. Strange looked at the jacket spread wide open hovering infront of him. "Yes the TVA, yes...... I- I actually never heard of them is this made up?"

"Well there goes our backup." Sam groaned plopping himself back on the bed.

"Well there isn't anything we can do. I'll take the dagger back to my room and we'll recon with Loki tomorow... Everyone eat, the food is here get some sleep, meet up first thing tomorow morning 7 am." You said walking out the medbay. "Friday keep an eye on our guest... update us if anything."

"Yes boss." the loud speaker said before the doors closed.

"A bit random but shes can be very attractive when she gets all demanding and stern." Yelena smirked.

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You placed the sphere down on your tv table plopping down on your bed. You winced as your injured hand grazed against the sheets, clenching it with your other hand forcing down another healing spell, nothing, the redness seemed to fade away for a moment but it still looked bad.

There came a sudden knock on the door. "Y/N??" "Go away strange..."

"Actually." Thor opened the door and gave you a sympathetic smile.

"Thor... Hows-

"Your hand, does it hurt- is it corrupted- how are you do you feel well?" Thor rushed over to your side and sat down on your bed. "Let me see maybe I can be of an assistance.'

"If I remembered correctly you failed enchantment and healing lessons set by your own mother." you pulled your hand away.

"I have improved..." Thor said crossing his arms.

"Of course you have." You stood up and walked to your closet to change into something more comfortable.

"I'm sorry..."

"What?"

"I can't go through this again."

"No one is forcing you to be on this assingment. You may return to new asgard and take a break."

"You should be as well."

"Thor the team needs atleast 1 person who knows Loki."

"What if they didn't." Thor said plainly. You turned towards him confused, but you knew where he was getting to. " What if but for one moment we were selfish , what if we were not heroes, mere asgardians who simply needs to be born, live, then die."

"Thor-."

"You were right..." Thor sobbed, tears forming around his eyes. "It's just like Ragnarok all over again." He stared at the ground.

You walk towards Thor and lifted his chin up. "What can I say to the brother who has been my strength for centuries ..." You sighed "I know with Asgard gone, our duties blur with the destinies we thought we could have lived. For once... I really have nothing to say."

"He looks so much like him." Thor laid his head against your stomach. "I couldn't bear myself to get to know him."

You sighed and stroked his hair back. "You need not talk to him unless absolutely necesarry."

"Falling inlove with him... Loving my brother seems to be the one thing I cannot prevent myself from doing." Thor choked out. "Even though I know the outcome I can't help a part of myself to hope."

"Lets eat... you always feel better after we eat. We shouldn't think about this right now." You brought Thor up. As he leaned forward and embraced you.

"I miss him."

"Me too."

"It's been hard..."

"I know." You sniffled as you stopped the moment and stared out your window. You looked up to him. "Shall we join the others for dinner? "

"We shall." he smiled down as you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.

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amyunshader · 8 days

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Warren x Sally

Okay, here’s a prompts/headcanon since me + writing = procrastination.

IF someone feels like actually writing something like that, do tell me.

I believe there will be one day, perhaps five years or shit from the current timeline, when all will be well and solved — a time of smooth sailing at last.

When we discover that Johan and Luah had been living together for quite some time

In that time, at long last, the Mighty Warren Chae will propose to Sally Park.

The thing is, Sally finds herself rather confused. She knows for certain that Warren is an orphan. So how does she have in-laws to meet? Warren... isn't too sure either.

Or,

Manager Kim invite his spiritual son and daughter-in-law to be at his home to congratulate them on their engagement.

Unfortunately? no way in the world Hansu Seong and Jincheol Park would miss out on meeting the rumored heir of their friend.

• Taehun really didn’t want to come. Unfortunately, Manager Kim is a man who can, has and will beat his ass if disrespected, so he had no choice but to be there in his most proper suit to politely greet the guests.

• Dabin heard her dad’s friends’ pupil were strong guys around her age, so she came out of curiosity, but now she feel wronged, no, in fact she feels personally offended. One is an a vicious looking ostrich, only it sticks his head in the ground whenever Mr. Kim so much as glance his way, and the other is a massive, collared dog with a freaking identification tattoo, who is always, A.L.W.A.Y.S standing at attention toward wherever his fiancee is. Ugh, so tamed it’s gross. At least the dads are raising the bar, with Mr. Sung being a Ninja Shrimp and Mr. Kim a Black Panther.

• Minji and Sally bond over being unimpressed at the whole shitshow turning into a successor competition between the three old men. Well, between Manager Kim and Hansu, while Jincheol is complaining about the wasted potential of his future? potential? son-in-law and he gets choked by his daughter who start screeching about the comparative merits of a bear and a honey badger.

• Bonus is that Taehun (bored) text a pic of the room to Hobin, who shows him to the others, and Rumi & Gaeul instantly identify Big Mama and Big Uncle from Like What & So Funny’s streaming, and pester Hobin to go meet them. Perhaps even Gaeul dad’s pursue follows them cuz he does not approve of his daughter going out so late at night ("What’s with the rat and the rooster," says Dabin)

• Chaos upgrade to another level as the old men are getting drunk — trying to get their respective successors fight, including Hobin. Meanwhile, the girls are… chatting? Appalled? Squealing over pic of Yenna? Trying to stop the stoopid guys from fighting? Watching with pop corn? Dabin at least sure is.

note on Dabin’s animals:

— Taehun is an ostrich cuz they are super aggressive, super territorial, super fast and have deadly kicks. Also there’s that thing about sticking their head into the ground facing danger, that isn’t actually true, but I found it funny to use it as a mark of Manager Kim’s dominance

— Warren is a dog. Yeah, I thought I would keep the dog for Johan, but ‘fidelity’ is Warren second name, so. Btw Johan is actually more of a lone wolf than a dog in my opinion. So dog Warren as a collar, and an ‘identification tattoo’ cuz while tattoos generally make for meany-scary, for Warren it’s more of an owner-branding. He’s a simp so dog-Warren is always turned towards Sally even (in the rare cases where) human Warren isn’t.

— Hansu Seong is a ninja shrimp. Those little things are mad. Don’t wanna make a whole essay so I’ll just say their specialty is explosive hits.

— Manager Kim is a black panther. Dark, dangerous, silent predator, king of the jungle, I don’t think I need to explain

— Hobin is a rat 🐀 — sly little thing with higher intelligence than most other animals, and a great learning capability — plus they can use tools. Also Hobin is like, a rat for money stuff.

— Gaeul’s dad (= Hobin’s master) is a rooster 🐔 yeah I know the guy in rooster mask is Samdak, but he has the rooster vibe? Idk I’m running out of ideas. My first idea was duo rooster and chicken for him and Hobin.

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I've been a fan of your comics for a while and recently got caught up on loose stitches,

i was wondering of you have any advice getting into making comic? especially ones that cover heavier themes?

sorry if you've been asked this before!

You just gotta do it idk. Not helpful I know, heff. I’ve read a lot of indie webcomics and have read a lot of comic making advice over the years, which is definitely something you should do, but there comes a point in the comic development process where you just want to start. Even if you aren’t perfectly ready. That point for me was once i had the entirety of part 1 of loose stitches written. Parts 2 and 3 (and maybe 4) are nowhere near completed, script wise. I still edit the script of part one all the time. You gotta leave some room so that you can make spontaneous decisions so that you aren’t bored while drawing lol.

But uh as far as dark themes goes? It’s kind of hard to explain. Cuz I dont handle dark stuff the way a lot of people do. Mostly because I think dark stuff is funny, or at least not inherently serious and scary. I would be bored writing a comic that took itself too seriously… that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna include incest and csa tho cuz those things are kinda fundamental to my life.

Heavy stuff is hard tho cuz you wanna be respectful, and I know I am because I’m pulling from my own experiences. And because I try to think about what it means that I’m putting this in the story. But without first hand experience you might wanna do some research. I mean, I do research anyway because my experiences with csa & incest aren’t really the norm I think and I wanna see what others have to say about it’s portrayal in media and stuff…

Yea so idk i guess you’d have to be more specific about what you mean by heavier themes. A lot of comics cover heavy themes in a lot of different ways so I’m not really sure how to answer that.

#nnstuff #ask #asks are sweethearts

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I couldn't decide whether to send a flirt for Kingston, or send thirst asks for him... So I decided both just like you did with Moony XD

- What does Kingston look like? I know he's a kangaroo toon, but how do his features balance out? Is he more like Tax Avery's wolf with a human body and animal head, or does he possess more kangaroo features? And where is he on the height scale, too? Like a really tall toon like Jessica or one of the shorter toons like Roger and the weasels?

- How does he flirt and what kind of game does he have? I know he's a married man, but- I need to know XD

- Following that pipeline, how does he like his kisses? Tongue or no tongue?

- In general, what is he like in a relationship? I know him and Rena are pretty toxic, but if he wasn't with her, could he maintain a normal relationship (as normal as a Vegas Mob Boss can get XD)? Would he still be pretty mean to his S/O even if they were a more loving person?

- You mentioned that Kingston is an insecure, badass psychopath... How does that play into his relationships? Like- if he saw a guy talking up to his girl at a bar or something, would he make a show of who she belonged to? Would he get passive-aggressive about it? Would he just deck the guy? Possessive sex when they get home like Feral!Moony?

Ok that got a bit more than just thirsty at the end, i apologize XD don't feel obligated to answer any of these if you don't want to, of course ^^

GAHHHHHHHH YES! KINGSTON! HERE WE GO!-

Kingston's Looks: i had to dig out an old drawing of him i did a long time ago here XDD

As a toon kangaroo: The Kangroo gang are as kangaroo as the Toon Patrol are weasels. So, about the same size (A bit taller). Kingston is a few inches taller then Wheezy and he's mostly a dark dark brown colour (Shown below) except for his throat, chest and underbelly which are a lighter peanutbutter sort of colour (Also shown below). He wears a light blue fedora with a navy blue ribbon and has an eyepatch (Being a crazy person, he did a crazy thing, and thats how he lost his eye XD Perhaps more on this later). His eye is brown.

As a human: While in human form he is about 6'3. His short, rough (Meaning uncared for, split-end riddled) hair is that dark sort of ashy brown colour his shoulders and back are in kangaroo form and his eye is a dark dark green in human form. He generally wears a black suit (Like, all black. Blazer, button up shirt, pants, etc. All black) with his blue fedora but he doesn't look particularly fancy 😅 The jacket is old and thin, he doesn't wear a tie, and the shirt is often undone at the top.

Ryan can sometimes get Kingston to dress up, but even then its just a nicer button up (Like a teal colour or sometimes red).

Kingstons flirt game: Let me be clear, Kingston can flirt, yes XD Just not with Rena, funny enough, so you would never know unless he want interested in you. You would think he's awkward and incapable of acting charming- ever. But you would be wrong, its just his wife he's awkward and non-charming with. 🤷‍♀️ (She has the same problem with him)

He's not a playboy-type or anything and he's not the smoothest person ever, or particularly sleazy, but he he knows what he wants and can make it clear 😏 .

He makes the person he's into feel special, cuz he's pretty mean mostly- but not to them. To them he's almost f u n. Teasing them but also making them feel safe. Or, at least it would make you feel safe, if he himself wasn't so scary 😅 He gives some conflicting vibes when he's into you. He's scary, but he's not acting scary. Vibe can be described as electric.

Like you're safe cuz you're with the danger, and the danger thinks you're neat, so 💪😆

Kingston kisses:

This one depends on his mood. He likes both! A good no-tongue kiss with the gal that makes him feel peace and comfort when he's pissed can be great, but a fat tongue kiss when he's feeling more psychotic/feral- can be awesome too XD

And, 😏 having been married to his highschool sweetheart since he was 18- he knows how to kiss 😏

He can turn your brain off if he wants to. And sometimes, just for kicks, he does 😏

Kingston in a relationship (Not with Rena):

Ohhhhhhhh it would be SO much more healthy!!! Yes, he's a psycho. Yes, he's insecure. Yes, he's an asshole- but as shown with how he is with Ryan (loving, appreciative, caring), he is capable of warmth and a loving relationship.

He would not be mean to them ^^ (That is reserved for Rena *cough*) He would treat them better than anyone (while still, you know, being his sometimes-insane most-of-the-time-dickhead self)! He wants his S/O to be in all his 'meetings' so they know what's going on (and to gouge their reaction- he values their instincts), he doesn't keep it from them when he's done something terrible (just admits it. They should know what they're getting into, he supposes.), he treasures his time just alone with them (date nights are non negotiable- he just loves hanging with them ^^ They keep him calm), etc. He puts in the effort to make the relationship work in his fucked up world!

Possessive/Jealous Kingston:

I think Kingston c a n become secure in a relationship (Its more his intelligence that he's overly insecure about XD Like with Jewel, if she poked fun at him for being all-brute force he'd so quickly get riled up. This man will be arguing loudly with an 11 year old because of this XDD ) BUT, if this is a relatively new relationship he w i l l get possessive. Like, these other assholes don't know you're his! He needs to let them k n o w. (And by 'other assholes'- he means pretty much everyone else in the world. He doesn't like that many people.)

So he'll be beside you m o s t of the time that he's with you. Holding your hand mostly but if someone really starts to bother him he'll wrap his arm around you, whisper shit in your ear (Not even necessarily dirty stuff, just anything that can be between the two of you in order to show your intimacy. But yeah. making you go red is also a strategy for him (: He can play you like a fiddle and he d o e s use it when he feels he's gotta (: XD ), give you cheek kisses (Lingering ones), glare heavily at the person, start playing with whatever weapon he's got with him (Switching and unswitching a switchblade with an unsettling look in his eyes, sawing against a table gently with a machete while making dark eyecontact with the person, 'casually' giving his gun a good look over as if he's checking it for faults that don't exist because it is clearly ready to go-) while having his arm still around you-- this man will even take you off to a dark corner and start making out with you slowly, gently, to everyone is aware of his claim. Yes, he'll flash whoever-it-is threatening him a dark shiny look while kissing before returning his attention to you.

With Rena he gets crazier- more violent and angry, because he's very well aware she w i l l cheat on him. With you, he's more secure.

AGHHHHH! THESE WERE SO MUCH FUN TO EXPLORE! ^^ XD I hope you like them !!!! ^^

#Kingston Kangaroo #OC #Mine #My OC

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