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ss-shitstorm · 7 months

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Hey I know you’ve probably already been asked this but what type of chemistry do you use for breaking bread like biochem and where did you learn this or have any book recommendations to pick it up? Also ty in advance I love your writing!!💕💕

oh my fucking god. oh my god. buddy. buddy you have made my fucking LIFE ASKING THIS OH GOD

So like, most of the chemistry I've used so far has just been Genchem and O Chem(with a wee few modifications to make it believable as a Cybertronian discipline, like Transformium being able to hold 4 bonds like Carbon but preferentially forming bonds w metals and needing an EMP pulse to interact w more electronegative atoms) I may wind up needing to get into a bit of Inorganic chemistry, but that's probably fewer and further in between. If you want a better handle on the stuff I'm writing or if you just want to learn more in general, then I'd recommend giving yourself a lil crash course in Genchem and then delving into O chem a bit more extensively (protip : you need WAY less Genchem then you'd think to fully understand O chem. God I wish someone had told me this 5 years ago. If you search "Genchem for non majors", you'll probably learn enough that way.)

THAT SAID : here's a chaotic, not really in any order list of the books/youtube channels/etc that I've directly used/am using for this fic.

Books :

Caveman Chemistry, Kevin R Dunn - Alot of hands-on old timey historical chemistry lessons w detailed instructions on how to complete them.(YOU GET TO MAKE YOUR OWN ASPIRIN AND DRAIN CLEANER!) Delivered with a delightfully occult bend.

Back To basics,(Reader's Digest) - Survivalist homesteading bible. Not strictly chemistry but has alot of earthy hippy ways of generating energy( biofuels my beloved)

An Introduction to Fire Dynamics, Dougal Drysdale - Honestly this, and any other firefighting manuals are worth their weight in gold for figuring out how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire while playing with, well, fire. Trying to look this info up online is like playing russian roulette with intentional misinformation and your fbi guy.

(there's another book I have that's even more detailed but I can't find it right now or remember the name. I'll update this list when I can!)

Organic Chemistry, John Mcmurray 8th edition : generic but good college O chem textbook. You can search around and find free versions to download relatively easily.

The Organic Chem Lab Survival Manual, James W Zubrick - Also a very good way to learn how to not set yourself and your neighborhood on fire when playing with glassware/gases. Very in-depth instructions on setting up and using lab equipment without breaking anything or your brain. Has a fuckton of pictures. Author has a massive sense of humor and makes this heavy subject easy to read. Again, easy to download/find in archives

Unfortunately I do not have any recommendations for Genchem books. I mostly used free online courses like Khan Academy to learn what I did.(I would def. recommend them though)

Youtube Channels :

The Organic Chemistry Tutor : Dude puts everything from reaction mechanisms to retrosynth problems down in the simplest possible terms. Does not beat around the bush with euphemisms or stories, gets right to business. If you have trouble paying attention, or lose your mind when a professor goes off on a tangent, this man is your savior. I have crippling unmedicated ADHD and no STEM background whatesoever and this man still managed to teach me 2 separate ways to execute a Gabriel Synthesis

Nile Red : World's most inefficient and most powerful wizard. I am not entirely convinced he's human. Does shit like turning plastic gloves into drinkable grape soda or making sweeteners out of his own piss and somehow makes it explainable to trash goblins like me who only need the science for warlord pussy.

again, anon, holy shit thank you so much. Like you wouldn't believe the amount of damage you've just undone. i have been beating myself into a pulp and spiraling into anxiety about this fic an trying to do everything right and you've given me enough moxie to fuel me for at least the next 10 chapters. If you have any more questions or more specific questions, please do not hesitate to ask! I can't guarantee I can answer them, but damnit I'll try. Take care and happy learning you funky lil moonbean.

#Breaking Bread #megatron #megatron/reader #I know I don't need those tags but lord I'm relishing the thought of ppl stumbling upon this w 0 context #u know what I'ma go ahead and pin this thing.#Took me YEARS just to find out exactly WHAT I needed to learn and WHERE to learn it #if I can save someone from wasting all that time then that'll be nice

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heeseung-min · 1 year

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I love your 21:07 yandere jake. Could u make a ni-ki ver where his s/o saw him killing and he tried to explain that he loves them very much that's why he's doing it and y/n accepted him and maybe a scenario where y/n is watching him beat up someone bc they flirted w/ y/n. Sorry if it's too long or confusing IENSIENEISKSJ

first of all, thank you so much for appreciating my works :) i hope you have a nice day!!!! So sorry for the late answer 😔

[15:37]

"The number you called is not available right now. Please call back again-"

You huffed at the screen that shows your boyfriend's number, Riki. He said he will be back by 6 but now it's already 11 p.m.

You know Riki is good enough to protect himself from any danger but still you feel worried because murder cases were increasing day by day in your town. You are afraid Riki will be the next victim.

Sighing, you went to the basement to take your laundry. When you reached down there, suddenly you heard a very loud scream. A man's scream to be exact. You turned around trying to find where is the source of the sound. It's impossible to find it here at the basement because you knew there's no any room inside here.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!"

Maybe it has. You went to the rear of the basement and tried to find anything suspicious at the wall.

Bingo!

The wall suddenly backed away when you push at the certain spot. It reveals to a long hallway that you never know exist under this house. You walked into it and searching the source of the sound.

"Y/n?"

You stucked to your place when you saw your boyfriend just came out from a room with blood on his clothes and skin. He became panic when you finally know this side of him.

"...Riki...what is happening?"

You slowly backed away when he started to get closer to you but Riki was faster and caught you first. This is the first time you how scared is he. He hold you tightly to make sure you can't run from him.

"Please- please don't hate me. I - He was disturbing you, right? You told me about the guy so I killed him. I don't want to see you suffering anymore. Please, I love you so much. Don't leave me, y/n."

You don't know if you are crazy or not because you should feel scared of him right now. You should run and call the police but instead of feeling like that, you felt proud and somehow happy with what he had done.

"You...killed him for me?"

"Yes. I killed him for you. I love you so much."

You pecked his lips and hugged him close to you. Your boyfriend was confused with the sudden act. He pulled away to look at your face again.

"You are not mad? I- I did something wrong."

"You did it for me. I am proud of you. I love you too much to hate you, Riki."

"Fuck, I thought I need to do something to prevent you run from me."

Okay, maybe you are crazy. You giggled at his worried expression and brought him to upstairs so he can have a shower. You are also glad the house has two bathrooms which allow you to change yourself after hugging Riki.

"I really love you, y/n."

"Love you too, riki."

______

"You smell so good."

The sudden compliment startled you from reading. You looked up to see a classmate of yours that always flirting with you. You already rejected him many times and even say you have boyfriend already. But, this jerk didn't care about it and even asked you to cheat on Riki.

"Stop disturbing me. You are disgusting."

"Oh, come on honey. I bet I can make you scream louder at my bed."

That was the last straw. You throw your book on his face. It did some damage since the book is heavy and thick. You put every stuffs inside your bag before went out from the class.

______

"Stupid. Bastard. Disgusting. Fucker. You should die and you don't deserve to live."

"I'm- I sorry-"

"Shut the fuck up. My girlfriend already warned you, right? But you are too stupid to understand. I wonder where is your braveness now? You looked like you about to piss yourself."

And it is true. As Riki said that, the guy accidentally pissed. He cried when Riki laughed and pointed out at his pants. Your boyfriend gave a bat to you so you can finish the person.

"You should stop when a girl say no."

That was the last thing before you swung the bat and hit him very hard until he fell from the chair. Not only that, you also kicked and step on his head releasing the anger that has building inside you everytime he disturbs you in the school.

"You did such a good job, baby."

"I'm tired. How can you do this every week?"

Riki laughed while caressing your face. Both of you walked away from the room and changed clothes. He also cooked for both of you.

"You didn't clean the room?"

"Nah, no need. I already paid someone to do it."

"Damn, you are rich. I like it."

"And I love you."

"Ergh, Riki. Stop flustering me. I want to eat."

It was a lovely dinner and since that day Riki doesn't need to hide anything from you.

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writing-hat · 5 months

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Was rewatching Hands of Time because I wanna get Nya right for my fic (I know I won't but this is an attempt), and I am suddenly remembered of Karlof.

Why is there a metal master? Isn't Cole supposed to be the earth master?

So! Here's why Cole can't metal bend - at least not now, not in this universe, and/or not in my head

Everyone has their own opinions! And this is just me speculating I guess! You can skip if this bores you lmao

Okay for those that are reading my insane and ridiculous overthinking that makes sense for me but might not for everyone cuz I can't explain shit (also cuz yknow this is a lego show for kids all of this wasn't thought through lmao)

So Metal Bending from ATLA is something that always makes me go insane because it is super well brought up AND built up. Because, yknow, Toph is a fucking badass and she's the best actually no contest here I don't take criticism- BUT BUT it's something that somehow feels expected because of how well she handles her powers and how it works when it comes to earth benders

Now for Cole, and earth masters in general, this wouldn't work in my mind, because I feel like the ninjas powers work more in a- "magical" way?

NOW YOU KNOW ME, this does not mean magic doesn't work with physics of our world, yaddi yadda, yknow how crazy I am when it comes to powers being handled with a price, and actually thinking of physics (to an extend, I didn't major in that for a reason LMAO). But it does occur to me that the connections between powers work differently in Ninjago compared to ATLA

This is also why Nya wouldn't be able to blood bend in my mind (EVEN IF THAT'S FUCKING COOL and I want to see content of it always and forever (are there any content on it actually harrass me if there is I wanna see that)), because she's not that kind of close to water, but she is close to it in an other way?

How would I explain that. Hm.

So like imagine a path, and it bifurcates in two different kinds of fields, but it still started from the same branch. Here, one becomes the bender of the matter, reaching potential as badass as blood bending, while the other masters it, understanding how it works to its fundamental, going as far as fusing with the element itself ; it's what makes it so that fire benders can bend lightning, and why that can't be for the ninjas/masters. Because it was never meant to be that.

This comes with the idea that the "Illusion of Separation" is a thing in ATLA! Which, I think would also be the case in Ninjago IF the FSM hadn't seperated them (the powers)- but I still don't know how to explain my thoughts there, other then to say the FSM had all powers before and there's no way he didn't use them at the same time or make them fuse (yknow aside wind and water of course) but he stopped that when he decided to pass it on future masters? something?

And that's why Karlof is the Master of Metal. It got seperated.

(doesn't that mean it can be brought back together? Lloyd I'm looking at you)

ALSO! I think what's taken into account here is the differences between metal and dirt, rocks and such. The chemical/physical differences, how iron is but a mineral in most cases incrusted too deep into the rock before brought back and used to make pure iron (or something idk the exact names) or used to make steel (with carbon levels being too high but yeah this goes to deep I'll stop now) (also if I'm wrong please tell me I'm not a scientist and idk that much on the subject (I think that shows))

More so, Toph's powers and bending works with WAVES! Cole's doesn't (yet, because if he can actually cause earthquakes then O BOI)

Not only that, but they are all born with those powers, and it's hard to master. But for the ninjas, they're "on their own", in way that the generations before them didn't get to teach them shit before they poofed out, and those that are left behind are people that were as clueless as them- looking at the Smith Parents, or even Wu! Who prbably has to learn everything from his father's scrolls because the FSM is a piece of crap actually (not sure how he's handled in the books but rn in my mind he is a piece of crap with how Wu and Garmadon react to most things (that's another talk a bit more Encanto flavored (generational trauma yknow)))

Also, there's the fact that it took so long for the show to show us Cole control the earth from a distance! Usually, his powers are associated with strength- which is in my opinion a huge waste of talent, BUT AT THE SAME TIME IT'S REALLY COOL! You know what I mean?

BUT COLE, even if he doesn't bend metal, there are other things that come with earth powers, things I CAN'T WAIT TO write about, but won't speak for here since I'm still working on it (also they might actually suck but Idc I'm having fun lol)

I wouldn't be surprised if other people found about these abilities tho. Y'know it's the internet! Lots of people think of the same thing

But uh yeah! I guess that's it?

Thanks for reading, and see ya!

(Also if you think I'm wrong about some things, which I prbbly am, or if you wanna add things, correct some of my stuff and all, you're welcomed to do so! I'm always open to being told I'm wrong LMAO)

#also I'm pretty sure I'm not the only one that has put thoughts to this or came to these same conclusions but hey I still need to ramble #sorry #hat's words #ninjago #ninjago cole #hat's power theories #also I was serious if you got any Nya bloodbender material SPAM ME #I'll go back to work now #if you have more ideas or other things please say so!#or if I'm wrong #i'm repeating myself but it's because #yeah

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aritsukemo · 6 months

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Hello, if requests are still open, then I would like to do just that. Can I have a request with Hero and Kel or omori gang with a reader who has abusive parents? This could be shouting, insults, beatings, pressure from grades and much more, in principle, how strong the cruelty will be is not very important to me, although I would like to at least get to small beatings, severity, insults and screams (I just have similar situation), but do it as you want. If I can't make a request like this for some reason, can I have a request also with Hero and Kel and with a reader who is overloaded with studies and activities, and later is on the verge of a breakdown or freaks out? The gender of the reader is not very important, but I would like either a GN!Reader or a Fem!Reader. I immediately apologize for any mistakes and if I somehow broke the rules, all the best to you!

Bandages and some much needed comfort | Omori

Characters: Hero and Kel

A/N: Okay. First off, I am so sorry this took so long! Second, I had a lot of trouble completing this request and since I haven't written anything Omori-related in a hot minute, I probably wrote these two out of character but I hope you don't mind. I'm not really accepting request right now but I decided to write this because I wanted to bring you comfort in your difficult times! I hope you enjoy this! :D

Warnings: Abuse is heavily implied! Reader has a vase thrown at them ( Hero ) and gets punched in the face ( Kel ) so please, if this upsets you, don't read this!

"Well that was..interesting." Kel mumbled before letting out an awkward laugh. A mistake he realizes a bit too late as you look up at him, your face relatively stoic aside from the unshed tears that are bubbling.

"Oh, uh- ..My bad." He mumbles in a hast, forcing himself to look away from the dark spot that's slowly forming around your eye. You had been feeling down lately and Kel wanted to surprise you by visiting you. It was unfortunate that your mom had the day off today..

At first, it wasn't bad. After he introduced himself, your mom gently urged you to come downstairs. When you came down, your heart dropped to your ass when you saw your best friend at the door—Your best friend who apparently found out where you lived without your knowing.

Completely oblivious, Kel watched the whole ordeal go down. How you seemed oddly nervous as you quickly explained that he was just a friend you met at the park, how your mom practically glared at you only to look back at him and flash him a smile similar to the ones his mother would give him when she wasn't trying to look bad in front of guests, up until she told him to wait outside for you and shut the door in his face.

He waited outside for what seemed to him like forever but after a while, he heard some yelling and you had finally walked outside, your face bruised and beginning to swell.

And now he's walking with you in complete silence. Just great..

What is he supposed to do now? This silence is killing him..but how is he supposed to get rid of it? By asking questions about what happened? No, it's way too soon for that.. Should he crack a joke? Doubt you'll find anything funny right now..

..Agh, forget this. Just say something already.

"Hey, let's go to the store," Kel blurts out. You pause, your feet coming to a halt as you finally look back at him, your brows beginning to scrunch.

"Don't worry, you can wait for me outside. I just want to grab some stuff so we can bandage up your face," He pauses, "..I'm not the best when it comes to medical stuff so you might need to help me out.."

"Kel," You begin, but he's quick to interrupt you. Smiling brightly as he says, "Hey, do you think Gino's will give us a discount if you come in looking like a mummy? I know Halloween has passed but if we dress you up in a good enough costume I'm sure that pizza guy will give us something!"

You stare at him with a wide-eyed look and for a moment, Kel feared that you saw through his flimsy attempt at cheering you up—or even worse, he accidentally offended you with his joke. Luckily, it seemed like neither happened, you even laughed a little.

"I don't think that'll work Kel," You say, a small grin beginning to make it's way on your face. It causes Kel's smile to widen.

"Oh come on, it's a foolproof plan! If we just wrap your entire body—"

"I am not letting you wrap me head to toe in bandages."

"Well not with that attitude you aren't."

"Kel—"

A wince sounds, sucked in through clenched teeth as a small, burning pain sets fire to your skin. Hero's eyes momentarily break away from your arm, his eyes looking up to shoot you an apologetic glance before they quickly return to the small cuts that litter your arm.

"I'm sorry, but I have to clean them to prevent an infection.." He mumbles. His tone as soft as the clouds outside his window. Despite this, it does little to comfort you.

"I know.. It just stings a bit," You reply lowly in which Hero nods his head, now completely focused once again.

"I can't believe he did this to you," He says after a moment, his brows dipping to form a deep v, "And over something like this.. It makes me so angry.."

"It was my fault," You quickly say, "I shouldn't have left my phone unattended."

"He shouldn't have attacked you because you're living your life."

"My father wants me to focus on my grades so my scholarship doesn't go to waste. Plus he isn't fond of the idea of me getting into any kind of relationship so—"

"That gives him the excuse to put his hands on you? To throw a literal vase at you?" Hero questions, his words leaving his lips like sharpened daggers, none of which were directed at you. Even so, it makes you feel awkward and you end up falling silent as a result.

"Listen, I understand that you probably think this is normal since you've dealt with his behavior for so long but this isn't normal. Constantly having to be patched up because your father can't control his anger isn't normal."

"Of course I know that!" You say, beginning to raise your voice, "I know it's not normal but what can I do, huh? I'm a broke fucking college student! Hell, I can barely afford pizza let alone my own apartment!"

"I don't know if you know this, but not everyone has a nice life filled with loving friends and family like you do, Hero! Not everyone has caring parents who'll be happy for you and'll want to provide for you like your parents have!" Slowly, Hero's eyes begin to widen. Not because of your harsh words or the mean glare that he knows isn't fully directed at him, but because of the crystal-like tears that have begun to roll down your cheeks.

"I'm sorry.." You sniffle, "I.. I'm so sorry.." You begin to curl into yourself, your tears splashing on knees, "I.. I'm just.. I—" You cut yourself off as you choke, Hero's eyes soften.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean it," Hero murmurs, tone soft as he slowly pulls away from you, sensing how overwhelmed you are, "And I'm sorry for being so inconsiderate. You were already upset and I made it worse.."

Putting his first aid kit aside, Hero slides back to lean against the foot of his bed, pulling his knees up to his chest as he listens to your sobs in silence.

He's not used to this side of you. He's not used to you being so vulnerable around him. You had always put on such a strong front around him, always showed such a caring and sweet façade to him, and as nice as that was at times, he often felt as if some wall was put between you two. One that was iron solid despite being made out of cotton candy and sour gumdrops. He always felt that when it came to certain things, you always hid how you truly felt as to avoid concerning others so in a way seeing you like this, your true feelings bursting out like water flowing out of a broken dam makes him feel as happy as it does sad. ( An odd feeling seeming as his partner is having a breakdown on his bed right now )

Eventually, Hero slides up onto his bed, his fingers slowly inching towards yours, "Would you like me to hold you?' He asks, scanning your hunched over form for any sign of rejection before snaking his arms loosely around you.

"I've been thinking lately. Well, a little longer than lately actually.." Hero mutters, "What if you moved in with me? You'd still have to wait a little while since I'm not allowed to live off campus yet, but you can always visit like you've been doing."

"I'm sorry that I can't rescue you immediately but if you'll be patient, I promise it'll be worth it. I've been looking at a few apartments and found some really good ones. We can look at them together tomorrow if you'd like. Speaking of which, what do you want for breakfast tomorrow? There's not much we can make without a stove but if push comes to shove I can always get something to eat. Of course, you'll have to leave the same way you came to avoid getting caught by security.."

Dividers were made by me, pictures used are from Pinterest

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drifloonz · 1 year

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Hey I love your writing I was wondering if you can do headcannons on Glitchy red finding a way out of his game too be with the reader?

hey remember when i actively did things here. i don't. Anyways [ tries to do that again bc i forgor and i feel bad abt staring at all of these asks for so long w/o doing anything ]

glitchy red finding a way out of his game to be w/ reader :]

headcanon style bc i am exhausted of writing and prob Will be for a while. at least w glitchy specifically. i hope this is good cuz' it's mostly me detailing my brainthoughts abt how glitchy could hypothetically escape in more detail.

♡ i like to think the reader in this case-scenario gives glitchy a much needed hope and desire to escape his game, which he didn't previously have bc he's definitely THOUGHT about it but he's like... too scared of change to actually try it despite how horrible his game is, i'd think. he's used to being constantly tormented and wouldn't know how to adapt. at least, that's the excuse he uses. he's also afraid that if he succeeded he'd literally glitch out of existence and "die" since yk, game glitches or characters aren't supposed to take physical form in real life because they're pieces of code.

♡ but once he meets you and you talk of everything in your world and you show him genuine care, you make glitchy realize he wants to be there and experience those things, and that maybe change wouldn't be so bad. after all, it'd definitely be better than the constant hellscape he's living in. even if he "died" in the way that he fears, it'd probably be better than living endlessly in his game. ...probably.

♡ as such, he tries to find a way to escape his game. the thing about that? way easier said than done. he has a lot of ideas, but a lot of them sound stupid.

♡ he still tries the stupid ideas because he knows full well that he himself is something that is not supposed to happen or exist, so he'd assume the games fucked up enough that the stupid ideas might also work. who knows. his existence isn't logical, him getting out of the game doesn't have to be either. that's his logic, anyways - it's not like he's supposed to be a physically existing being, either.

♡ some ideas he has consist of screwing with his weird dream powers, because he can usually affect peoples real bodies with them... so he can probably find a way to manifest through that, right?

♡ or maybe screwing around with the glitches in his game... a classic missingno to try and manipulate code, messing with the safari zones various quirks, hell, maybe he could break the game so bad that it somehow gives in to his desires and gives him an out through the broken mess of code while it collapses in on itself...

♡ he's afraid to try all of these because it'll probably make things way worse if it fails, and he never likes willingly interacting with the monstrous glitches in his game, but hey, you can't get much worse than the state the games already in. and if you can, he's almost definitely seen it, or seen worse.

♡ or maybe he could use a porygon...? but that'd be stupid, it's only code in a game, it couldn't possibly be Actually Able to do anything from being a pokemon said to be made from "programming code" could it...?

♡ ... which may or may not work. like i said, he isn't supposed to exist, but he does. any way he can exit the game can be similarly unlogical, barely explainable, and stupid, i feel.

♡ the most "logical" way to make glitchy a physical form is to make a robot that has a cartridge slot and slot it in and glitchys programming just takes it over and controls its autonomy and transfers his consciousness into it or something. but that requires you to have pretty deep knowledge of programming and AI and robotics for that to be executed well so. y'know.

♡ the other less logical way... but it still makes sense is like. him using someone as a vessel. he has dream powers. dreams are connected to consciousness, specifically your unconscious, and your thinking and your brain and stuff like that. if he cared enough, he could probably easily take over someone's entire - or most of - their body this way. although i do not think and also hope you don't have a human sacrifice laying around, and glitchy would not willingly take this from you either. even if it was someone who wronged him, he'd probably still feel too cruel abt it.

♡ it'd also probably have to have a very good antivirus bc i feel like inserting glitchys cartridge into anything has a possible chance to make said piece of technology fuck up real bad

♡ anyways.

♡ every time he fails or the method doesn't work out correctly, it pisses him off, but he's always been persistent. he treks forward even though it feels hopeless, sometimes.

♡ this quickly becomes a lesson in futility and he gets more and more frustrated every time he turns up with a failed attempt, and it sometimes makes his game even more glitchy and broken. but eventually. eventually he gets there.

♡ regardless of the way he gets out of the game, when he finally escapes and manifests in your world, he's probably just in your room or wherever you left the gameboy. or whatever you're playing his game on.

♡ he either crawls out through the screen, appears after a flash of convenient blinding light, or he forms out of glitching light from the cartridge or something like the cartridge is his gem from steven universe or something.

♡ maybe he'd still have to take a few days to gain an actual physical body in the real world, and he's basically a hologram or hallucination for a while. or maybe he can physically interact, but mostly just with your body and a few select items. he's also, as you can expect, still glitchy constantly IRL. maybe less when he's happy, but that never goes away. his glitches are like scars - they might get better and "heal" but they're always sort of there.

♡ i think it's also funny if before he gains the ability to physically interact he's basically only viewable to you for a while until he gains more physicality. he's using your subconscious to make him a form! by making you will his image into existence and into the collective unconscious!! or something!!! Nobody knows how the hell it works and it also depends on which way you think he would've escaped. highly interpretable and all that.

♡ regardless. he is mostly happy and safe and with you now. glitchy can be pretty smart and think quickly when he wants to, and this was a big example of it. he just really needs the hope and passion to drive himself forward, since he lost his hope and passion... prettttyy long ago, after his world got glitchy and broken. he didn't see a point to much anything and was very existential and all.

♡ so! you gave him that drive and motivation. not an easy thing to do. be proud of yourself. i hope you like him btw he's very clingy and won't leave your side for a good while.

#wispy writes #glitchy red x reader

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whumpcloud · 11 months

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Things End | People Change - A Joke

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content: bullying, drowning, near-death experience, internalised ableism

Vincent is awkwardly trailing behind, far more unsure of himself than he should be. He tried, for a while, to keep up with the Belmont brothers' conversation, but they talk about things that Vincent just doesn't understand. People his age attend balls, games, theatres, perhaps less… savoury places. He simply can't make conversation about things he avoids. The sounds and the crowds are altogether too much.

"Vincent!" Alexander turns to look behind him. "You're so slow."

Vincent jumps, startled by the sudden attention. "A-Apologies. I was lost in my own thoughts for a moment."

Edward just grabs his arm to pull him forward. Vincent almost stumbles and falls, but manages to right himself at the last moment.

The walk is mostly devoid of any speaking on Vincent's part. He gives answers when prompted by the other two boys, but he has somehow made it to eighteen with no grasp of the mechanics of conversation. Still, they don't seem to mind it, which is a nice change of pace. Vincent doesn't know the two of them particularly personally, so perhaps that is helping their opinion of him.

"Have you ever been down here, Vincent?" Edward asks, and Vincent tunes back into the conversation. "It's so close to where you live."

"A few times," Vincent replies. "With family and such."

"We could go swimming in the lake," Alexander suggests, a little twinkle in his eye.

"W-We aren't exactly… prepared for swimming, are we?" Vincent says timidly. "Besides, I am… not the strongest of swimmers."

"You can stay in the shallow parts," Alexander says dismissively.

Vincent resolves to just go along with it.

"U-Um, thank you for inviting me," Vincent says, realising suddenly that he should probably offer gratitude.

"You're welcome," Edward grins. "You never go out, we felt bad for you."

"O-Oh." Vincent tries not to take it to heart, and does anyway.

They used to go to this lake, when Vincent was younger, before his parents passed. A part of Vincent wonders why they stopped, but he supposes Henry felt awkward taking just the two of them, or thought it would bring too many bad memories back. Vincent never figured out how to explain that he would have liked it.

He wishes he knew how to act like other people. The Belmonts are already running off. Is Vincent supposed to just know what to do? Read their minds? Is that what other people can do?

He dismisses that idea almost immediately. How childish of him.

"Vincent!"

The sharp tone makes Vincent jump again, and he very quickly rushes towards the Belmonts. They're standing at the top of the small cliff overlooking the lake.

"We could dive," Edward says. After a moment of silence, he sighs and turns directly to Vincent. "Have you ever dived before?"

Vincent shakes his head.

"First time for everything."

Vincent barely has time to blink before the Belmonts have him by the arms and are dragging him to the the edge.

"W-Wait, no, I'm not a good swimmer, please--!"

They shove him into the deep end of the lake.

Vincent screams and forgets to breathe. The water feels like stone, jolts his body so violently that he can't even think to move until he's already too deep underwater. His eyes shoot open, immediately stinging, and he flails, trying to remember what he's supposed to do, how he's supposed to get to the surface, how he's supposed to survive.

He could die.

The panic of that idea makes it harder to keep from breathing, somehow. He uses what little energy he has to pull off his coat and abandon it on the lakebed.

Frantic kicking is all he can manage. There's nothing but survival in his brain, nothing but the need to breathe and he can't breathe or he's going to die.

Has he always been this afraid of dying?

The human body should let you asphyxiate instead of drown, Vincent thinks. Water burns. Vincent chokes as the sensation enters his chest. They won't let him die, will they? They don't hate him that much, aren't that spiteful, can't do this to him!

He tries to tell himself that, but the longer he burns, the more his hazy mind starts to accept that this is it for him.

Something grabs him under the arms and drags him upwards.

Vincent gasps and splutters as he lands hard on the grass, water flying everywhere. He can hear the faint sound of laughter but he can't bring himself to care. He's alive, he can breathe.

"Aw, was it that bad?"

"I t-told you!" Vincent snaps, a sudden anger in him. He doesn't even know which of the Belmonts is speaking but it doesn't matter. "I told you I was a poor swimmer, you pushed me--"

"It isn't such a big deal." Alexander rolls his eyes.. "You're fine. It was a harmless joke."

"Harmless j--" Vincent launches into a coughing fit. "You- haah- I could have died! I could have- I--"

"You're fine," Edward interrupts. "I pulled you out."

Vincent stumbles to his feet, tears in his eyes. "I'm going home."

"He's crying!" Alexander laughs. "You're such a baby, Vincent."

"Shut up!" Vincent has half a mind to throw a punch, but he knows he's no good at it. "Was this whole thing just so you could push me into the lake?!"

"Obviously," Edward scoffs. "You do know nobody actually likes you, don't you? You can't be that thick."

Vincent must be a stupid, stupid child, because he bursts into tears and runs off.

—

"What happened?"

Vincent is calmer now, bundled up beside the fireplace, still letting out the occasional cough. Henry sighs when he offers no answer.

"Vince," Henry says softly. "Talk to me."

"They pushed me into the lake," Vincent mumbles.

"You need to speak up."

"They pushed me into the damn lake!" Vincent snaps, twisting the blankets as though he's wringing a towel.

"Who?" Henry is already getting angry on his brother's behalf.

"The Belmonts," Vincent replies, pulling his knees to his chest. "The twin boys."

Henry is silent for a moment. "I'll speak with their parents."

"No!" Vincent is going to cry again. "No, they'll just do something worse."

"They've bullied you for years!" Henry protests. "They almost killed you!"

"And what if they do?!" Vincent stares at Henry, eyes wide. "What if you talk to their parents and they just make things worse for me and let me drown next time?!"

Henry groans in frustration and puts his head in his hands. He knows Vincent is right. He wishes Vincent wasn't right.

"Why did you even go out with them?" Henry asks. He's tired.

Vincent hesitates. "...they apologised. They showed up at the door and apologised for how they treated me in the past."

"Those two are terrible liars," Henry says. "Why did you believe them?"

"You know I struggle with those things!" Vincent folds his arms tightly. "How was I supposed to know they were being insincere? I can barely tell when you're joking."

Henry rubs his eyes. "Christ, Vince…"

"Don't take the Lord's name in vain," Vincent mumbles.

"If there's a problem the Lord can take it up with me himself," Henry mutters.

Vincent makes a sound that's something like a laugh.

"...I'm sorry I was annoyed. I know you find it difficult." Henry sighs. He cannot keep letting this happen. But Vincent isn't a child anymore, and it's becoming much harder to keep him safe. "Vince, have you thought about university?"

"University?" Vincent furrows his eyebrows. "I… have considered it. Why the sudden change in topic?"

"I think it would be good for you." Henry gets up from his chair, and joins Vincent on the floor in front of the fireplace. "Oxford and Cambridge are both far enough from here."

Vincent rocks back and forth, pressing his face against the blankets. "I don't know. I don't want to leave."

"I know, but… everyone has to do things they don't want to do," Henry says. "If you don't like it, you can always come home. I just… worry about you. I worry about you being here."

"I can't imagine I will be much better off at university," Vincent mumbles. "I won't know anyone at all. And who's to say they will like me? I could be just as friendless and stupid but without you instead of with you."

Henry frowns, and gently squeezes Vincent's shoulder. "Vince, you are not stupid."

"I am," Vincent says, staring at the floor. "I'm stupid and childish and--"

"I will not have you saying such things about yourself," Henry says firmly. "You just think a little differently, that's all. It doesn't make you stupid. You know a great deal more about many things than those Belmont boys ever will."

"A little?" Vincent huffs. "It feels as though everyone in the world is playing some kind of a joke on me. I don't understand people but nobody except you ever tries to make it any easier."

Henry wishes there was anything he could do, anything he could have ever done, to make the world more friendly to Vincent. But he has been helpless for the past ten years, and that won't change now.

"Say you went to university," Henry says quietly. "What would you study?"

"Classics," is the near-immediate answer.

"For the history and languages?"

"...mostly the languages," Vincent murmurs.

With a soft sigh, Henry puts his arm around Vincent. "Think about it, please?"

"Okay."

Vincent wishes he didn't feel too old to hug his brother.

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maistiruin · 2 years

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I know you don't do HCs but I like your theories so I wondered if you had any ideas what their weddings might be like 👀

anon i am so sorry because I kept forgetting about this in the drafts

planning fictional weddings may be one of my favorite things to do ever. Everyone else under the cut. This is arranged by who I had ideas for first. Lengths and details may vary.

Shae

You and Shae avoid getting married the whole time somehow, despite doing married people things your entire relationship. And then it's tax time and you realize it would be way more convenient to do these if you were married. Now you're married.

OK, tax joke aside, one night after a long time of marriage-esque domesticity, you just wake up bolt upright and ask, "Should we get married?"

Shae's still a little sleepy so they just grumpily tell you to ask again in the morning. They wrestle you back into a cuddle position. You are soft putty and cannot win.

Before you can wake up and ask again, Shae is up first and beats you to it. You should have proposed first!

You send out invitations—not a lot, just the people who matter. Shae's family, the friends you've made, small group only. You specifically tell everyone that it's because you're getting married in a few days, but everyone still brings food to the outpost like it's some kind of potluck.

The ceremony takes place three days later in the garden. Under the trellis, where some berry plants are tied to prevent them from falling over. It smells like it's about to rain, and you have to act fast.

It starts as a light drizzle that becomes a whole shower just in time for the final kiss. Everybody rushes inside before the rain gets any worse, but all in all, it was a great day.

Maeve

You and Maeve do get engaged and all, but in the spirit of her U-Haul Lesbian vibes (...U-Haul Bisexual?), one weekend in the heat of wedding planning, you spirit away and just elope.

It's a private affair with just you and the crows (ravens?) as your only guests. You come back to the capital two days later and dive back into the wedding planning whirlwind.

You still go through with the public wedding, but now it's more fun for you both. A lil wink to each other as you repeat your wedding vows. No one else gets the joke.

No one will ever know the wedding was just for show, except maybe three people (Flannán included?) and this knowledge will stay secret until at least your 10th wedding anniversary.

Robin

Robin canonically cannot got to a church, so you have a destination wedding instead.

First stop, the trash heap. You have to pick out your wedding rings. There's a lot to choose from.

Next stop, wherever the hell you want. It doesn't matter, they can take you there.

If you can't decide immediately, Robin will cycle between a few places, including but not limited to: Shae's outpost, the forests of Murias, literally right at the Seelie-Unseelie border, the throne room at the People's Castle, and the hoard he calls home.

What follows next may be romantically stupid or stupidly romantic, depending on which end you are so inclined. You exchange vows at the location of your choice.

Part of me wants to say Robin splits their wedding vows into sentences and each one is said in a different location, but I don't know how great teleportation is for either party.

Robin is as Robin does, the last line they say is "We're married now, buck-o."

Seems legit enough. Now let's go pick the honeymoon location.

Flannán

Married and engaged in the same day.

You wake up one morning to see Flannán trying to fit a ring over your finger, and he tries to make you go back to sleep and pretend like nothing happened, but eventually relents and proposes.

As soon as you step out of the bedroom, you find people rushing around the castle covering every inch of it with winter blossoms. Flannán looks as surprised as you.

He flags someone down to say that the proposal is off. He's bright red as he explains that he already proposed to you on accident.

Turns out this isn't for the proposal.

Apparently, no one trusts you or Flannán to plan your own wedding in a timely or easy manner. You are now getting married.

Talk about overwhelming. You just got engaged less than an hour ago. To be fair, it doesn't matter how you got married. Just that you finally do.

Also Flannán's dogs are chewing on the decorations the whole time. If this were a wedding with a photographer, they would feature in every single shot.

Not because the photographer was too focused on the dogs (valid but not the case). It's because they want to be included in everything.

Aífe

OBVIOUSLY a massive ceremony. All of the Seelie court is invited. I'm torn between having it in the palace gardens or the throne room. Both seem like great ideas.

Aífe's wedding will be loaded with outfit changes like nobody's business. She has at least ten gowns for herself, and then ten outfits for you so you match with her every single time.

The ceremony would be simple if not for the break taken for every outfit change. Aífe made all these dresses, she MUST get to use them.

Outfit changes extend to the reception, too.

Aífe sings you a lovely ballad and you just have to stand there and take it and how in love you are with her. And you need to let her finish the song or else she'll be very cross with you, and that's no way to start your marriage.

Unless, of course... you would like to sing with her? She does love it when you duet.

The wedding reception is truly equal parts reception and equal parts recital. People (mainly Aífe) showing off their talents and having fun, celebrating.

Keagan

Full disclosure, it is impossible for me to think of Keagan wedding HCs without thinking of my Arranged Marriage AU at the same time. And that's a very different wedding than what I imagine Keagan would normally have. Probably still similar enough though.

Sorry for talking about the Arranged Marriage AU (not sorry actually :P)

Anyway, garden wedding for sure. Aífe wouldn't say no to lending the royal gardens for her dearest friends' wedding.

It may also be next to one of those super cool waterfalls in the royal gardens but I have my personal reasons for wanting that.

It's a bad idea though because waterfalls are Loud, so maybe we'll keep it to that nice gazebo by the water.

There have been spring showers every day leading up to the wedding so the two of you are rightly worried about wedding plans, but when the day comes, it's nice and sunny.

It's actually too nice and sunny.

If you turn around at any point during the ceremony, you'll see people holding up things over their faces so that the glare from the sun isn't bothering them.

There's a tiny part of you that's actually upset that it didn't rain because you two planned this whole affair around the idea that it would be raining, and now it's not.

The wedding goes off without a hitch. Not a single dry eye when Keagan is done with his vows, made worse when it's your turn.

The reception is not much different from Aífe's (though significantly less of a talent show).

I imagine it's a bit more of a game. You and Keagan can be playful that way.

From the audience, all that can be seen is Keagan turning to you and whispering something in your ear that makes you smile.

From where you're sitting, he is trying to get you to break so you two can leave the reception early.

He is trying very well.

You both leave the reception early.

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shinehyuk · 2 years

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ENHYPEN reaction to S/O turning dependent on them

‣ Genre : yandere

tw/cw : abuse, super toxic relationships, obsession, violence, mentions of torture, use of pet names, heavy themes, mention of murder – please do not read if sensitive/uncomfortable with such things.

request : hi !! could do one where yandere!enha's s/o turns vv dependent on them and just clingy n so affectionate after months(?) of resisting gxhsjx idk if i make sense but if u have one similar to this then u can ignore this aaaaaaa

Jungwon :

· Finally. He knew that sooner or later, you were going to understand that you can't live without him

· And now that it has finally happened, he's ready and more than happy to spoil you rotten until you can't even breathe alone without him being right next to you

· Cuddles? You got it. Kisses? You got it. He'll fulfill your every wish just to show you how spoiled rotten you get if you obey

· "You're so cute, my love~ I won't leave you, so don't worry. I'll protect you from all evil, you just have to stay like this – like a good kitten."

Heeseung :

· He’s so overwhelmed with happiness that you’re finally able to trust him to fully take care of you

· It took quite a while, but that's alright. When it comes to you, he's able to be patient

· Because in the end, you realized that he'll take the best care of you, that you can rely on him – he thinks it's beautiful

· "Awh, you want to sit in my lap, baby? How adorable you are~ Well, who am I to deny you? Come on."

Jay :

· He thinks it's cute, watching how you run to him the very second you come across a tiny little problem

· Your affection and clinginess is just adorable to him – oh, he just loves it more than anything else in the entire world

· He doesn't even feel the need to hurt you, why would he, when there is not even a single reason for the use of violence?

· "See? Shouldn’t you have done this much earlier instead of pointlessly resisting and disobeying, love?”

Jake :

· It's like his dream just came true – you finally learnt that you don't ever need to lift a finger when the male can simply do everything for you

· When you obey him, your whole life is so simple; anything you want is yours, no matter what it is, he can make all your wishes come true

· He never particularly liked punishing you, and now, since you don't disobey him, you can finally live peacefully

· "Gosh, you're just the sweetest, aren't you?~ My clingy baby, I love you so much."

Sunghoon :

· You don't even know just how happy that makes him – he'll love taking care of you

· Get ready to be spoiled and pampered.. a lot. The male will pour our all of his love to you, caring for you like there's no tomorrow

· Your clinginess is adorable. Even if he's extremely busy and has his entire schedule filled, somehow he'll still find the time to cuddle with you

· "My sweet kitten~ See? You shouldn't have resisted so much. Isn't your life heaven on earth now?"

Sunoo :

· Oh, the boy is just overjoyed! You turning completely dependent makes him so, so, so happy that he could burst any second now

· He'll take good care of you. He'll take care of every single thing, and nothing will dare stand in his way

· The male will do anything you ask of him. Anything. Kill someone? Try to take over the entire world? You got it! His obsession for you only got much, much more worse than it was before

· "I'm so happy, love! It's so perfect, finally you know that you're mine!"

Ni-Ki :

· He doesn't really know how to explain what he feels. Having your head in his lap, knowing that you trust him without any limits, it just feels so.. nice

· But although he likes it, a part of him is scared to take care of you – what if he messes up? What if he hurts you somehow? Since he never cared for anyone, it'll also fill him with anxiety

· He'll turn extremely soft on you – well, he can still be cold at times, but not for long. He'll never get annoyed or mad at you ever again, knowing just how much trust you have put into him

· "...You want to cuddle? ..Alright. Come here. Should we watch a movie together? In that case, I'll get some snacks, okay..? Is that fine with you?"

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ a/n ✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩

thank you for requesting! i hope you liked it <3

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None of the gifs are mine!

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( if there are any mistakes in the post, i'm sorry. my 2am mind barely works but i really wanted to publish this <3 )

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luna-writes-stuff · 3 years

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I would be honored if you could do an imagine for Fili crushing on someone who went on the journey with the Company. He thought she liked his brother, but after seeing him with Tauriel, Fili feels like he has a chance and offers everything to make her as happy as he thought she would be with Kili. Lovely fluff and some misunderstandings with everyone living because IF I CAN'T SEE CANON THEN IT DOESN'T EXIST

Mixed signals, Fili Durin (platonic Kili x reader)

what do you mean they don’t usually live???? Idk I always skip the last half hour of botfa. If I don’t see it, it doesn’t exist.

Ahahah I got taken away a bit so it’s a long request. Sorry….

Headcanons, female s/o

Tw: misunderstood feelings, mention of injury and blood, tiny sprinkle of angst, fluff, Kili being a lil shit, Fili being jealous, few mentions of Y/N I’m so sorry.

- This man is whipped for you. I posted a request similar to this one yesterday, and I feel like it says enough.

- The moment he sees you, he knows you’re his One. Yet, he can’t allow himself to show you. His brother wouldn’t shut up about it and besides that, after Erebor was to be reclaimed, he had to marry royalty in order to form an alliance.

- But Thorin wasn’t blind. He has seen the look in Dis’ eyes many times before. He had seen his sister find her One, so it came as nothing out of the ordinary when he witnessed his nephew do the same.

- And this is pre-dragonsickness. Back when Thorin was all “I hate everyone but I guess I have to keep up with these two idiots so I’ll tolerate them.”

- And he wanted to grant Fili the opportunity to be with his One. He had even told him to simply go for it.

- But Fili was a bit insecure. When you met him, you didn’t seem taken away in any way. It was almost as if it had only been him who was in love.

- And with that, you had grown remarkably close to his brother, Kili. You two joked around all the time. You sat together during the evenings, Kili would help you up on your horse/pony, he would take offer your watches and he even let you hold his bow and arrow. That is basically dwarven language for “I love you and I wish to court you” or “I love you and I’m so glad to have you in my family.”

- What Fili didn’t know is that Thorin told Kili about you being his One. But instead of teasing Fili about it, Kili had made it his duty to agitate his brother so much that he would have no choice but to confess to you before Kili would sneak you away.

- For your information: Kili had no intention of sneaking you away. He just wanted to make it look like it for Fili, and, lucky for him, you had just been going along with it subconsciously.

- But it did not agitate Fili. It made the poor lad confused and tired. You were showing so much affection and endearment to his brother that he felt like he could never compete. Even though Kili had never been attractive in dwarven standards, he knew his way around women. And seeing someone finally pay attention to him, made Fili happy for his brother.

- And Kili just kept up with the act. He was oblivious to what his brother was feeling. Thorin had quite specifically told Kili not to tell his brother, and for once, he didn’t. But when days turned into weeks, Kili made more advances. Not in any way uncomfortable for you, but they had been a step further.

- He would let you rest against him during night shifts, he would let his hand linger on your waist when he helped you get onto your horse/pony. This sneaky bastard even managed to toy with your hair.

- Fili grew absolutely devastated at these moments. He had distanced himself more and truly felt as if his One had been taken away and he would die alone.

- But then Mirkwood happened. It was obvious to Fili that his brother had taken a liking on Tauriel, the female elf that saved him earlier. You had been passed out of exhaustion in your cell, not paying attention to your surroundings anymore.

- And that was when Fili finally decided to speak.

- “What are you doing? I thought you liked Y/N and now you’re flirting with that elf? You can’t treat her like that!”

- And now Kili was confused.

- “I thought you liked Y/N?” He had questioned, not even knowing whether his uncle had been lying to him or not.

- “That doesn’t matter. What matters is, you can’t just run around-“ but Kili had already cut him off. “It does matter. Because Y/N isn’t my One. I’m not attracted to her!”

- And now Fili was dead silent. He had been contemplating on whether to act furious or taken aback. In reality, he had been a bit of both.

- “You don’t like Y/N?” Fili asked, nearly insulted.

- “I was only trying to agitate you. Uncle said she was your One but that you wouldn’t confess.” Kili admitted finally, knowing that keeping the act up any longer wouldn’t work.

- “So you tried to beat it out of me?” The only response the blonde got was a quiet hum.

- “You thought I would take away your chance of happiness?” Fili wondered aloud, his anger now showing more clearly. “Well, not if you put it like that-“ “How else am I supposed to put it?”

- With those words, the space grew quiet. One more question lingered on Fili’s mind, and he had to ask it.

- “Does she know you don’t like her?” A short pause was heard from Kili before he responded. “She does. When we grew closer she told me she wasn’t attracted to me and I told her she wasn’t my One.”

- A sigh of relief came Fili’s way, but his brother kept on talking. “She grew all confused by the concept of ‘Ones’. Had to give her a whole history lesson. She thinks it’s adorable. I’m sure she won’t reject you.” With those words, Fili’s ears pricked up.

- “How so?” “Because every time we are together, she won’t stop asking me about you.” Fili never thought someone could ever bring him more butterflies than when you smiled at him, but as Kili’s sentences reached him, his stomach felt all light again.

- “At first I thought it was because you were ignoring her, but I quickly figured out that wasn’t the case.” Kili shot a quick look his brother’s way, even though he had been in a cell on the other side of the hall. “She likes you, she really does. She’s not as good at hiding it as you are. If you ask her to court you, she won’t say no.”

- Fili had spent the entire night pondering over his brother’s words. Even as they escaped the dungeons and took the boat to Laketown, his anxiety bubbled up.

- But as soon as the orcs entered the city, reality sunk back in. They had been on the run while simultaneously claiming their homeland. There might be a chance neither of you would make it. And it terrified him.

- As you were busy holding off the orcs in Bard’s home, Fili had been right beside you covering your back. He knew asking you to court him would require more steps. Up until this moment you had only held a handful of conversations, but Fili was running out of patience.

- “When all this is over, I need you by my side.” He told you quickly, his voice heavy as he fenced off the attackers. You grew confused at your words, yet your actions did not falter one bit. And it only made Fili more attracted to you. How you maintained yourself on a battlefield, yet somehow managed to hold that perfect look. It could quite easily take his breath away.

- “But I am by your side.” You answered, not catching his meaning, thinking it had been too good to be true.

- “I mean by my side at Erebor. When we reclaim the mountain. Will you stay with me?” Upon your silence, Fili tried explaining his speech. “I know asking you to court me requires more steps but we might not have time for them anymore. I need you to stay with me. We can do all these steps afterwards, I promise.”

- You cast him a quick look before giving him a sincere nod. “I’ll stay with you.”

- And that is exactly what you did. Upon finally arriving at the mountain with the four dwarves, Fili finally got the time to braid your hair, even if Thorin told him to look for the Arkenstone. You had even managed to braid his hair too, even though you had no beads yet.

- Even as Thorin slowly grew insane, Fili had done what he promised; he remained by your side, defending you against his uncle and keeping you as safe as he could.

- During the battle of the five armies, you stayed with him and Kili. You traveled with the three of you, not once separating. Not even when Fili decided you should split up. Because of that, you managed to do quite a number on Azog before Thorin called out to him.

- Azog had gotten a good slash on your leg, nothing life threatening but enough to make you collapse on the spot. Fili had been so worried. He had promised to look out for you, but now you were bleeding out on the snow covered floor. Kili had already ran off for help, even though the possibility he would come back with one would be highly unlikely, as battle was still raging on.

- On top of Ravenhill everything had grown silent. Bodies of dead orcs were littered over the floor but all that mattered to Fili right now was you being safe. Eventually, Kili had ran back with Bilbo, Thorin and Gandalf by his side. They had successfully beaten Azog, finally putting an end to the bloodshed.

- As the mountain was being rebuilt, Oin had put you on bed rest to let your leg heal and Fili had been with you the entire time. Thorin hadn’t even tried to get him for royal duties. He knew he had been awful to you during his dragonsickness, and this was his way of apologizing to you. And you had been fine with it.

- When you had finally recovered, Kili took you to the forges to make beads for Fili. You wanted it to be a surprise for him, but you needed supervision. At first, Dis, Fili and Kili’s mother, had offered to help, but it had become her duty to distract the crown prince.

- A few burns and scratched had started to form on both your and Kili’s hands but it had been worth it. The beads were incredible.

- Fili was so happy when you gave them to him. He was so surprised by the amazing details and the thought and time your poured into them.

- He wears them the entire time. Now exceptions. Not even for bed or bath. None. They must always be in his hair.

- I WANNA WRITE MORE BUT IT’S ALREADY SO LONG BUT JUST ASSUME HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH AND WILL TREASURE YOU FOREVER AND LOVE YOU FOR EVERY LITTLE THING YOU DO

#Fili #Fili durin #tolkien #lord of the rings #the hobbit #the company #the company of thorin oakenshield #Fili x reader #Fili imagine

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dylanobrienisbatman · 2 years

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I love Dylan o Brien but also hate Taylor swift. Can't believe there's someone who gets it. Please tell us more about your reasons

Okay my love for Dylan would take forever to explain and also I’m sure that’s not what you meant but I DO love him. Surprise surprise, I know.

A big part of my… dislike… of Taylor Swift is that she receives what is, in my opinion, totally unnearned praise and accolades for doing the most basic, bare minimum shit. Like all this stuff this last year. Is it awesome that she’s re-recording her work so she owns her own masters again? Yes. Every artist should have the right to own their own work. But she is literally just re-releasing songs that have been out for years. Yeah maybe there’s a new song or new “version” of a song, but the overall situation is a complete rerelease of old music. But somehow the world treats it like it’s some huge moment for music. It isn’t. These songs have been out for a decade. But, as with everything she does, it’s a god damn spectacle.

And tbh, her music is, in my opinion, the most basic, average music out there, and I say that as someone who used to love some of her songs. They can be fun to jam too, I mean I absolutely sang 22 when I turned 22. I am a millennial woman. But that doesn’t mean any of it is actually good. Musically nothing of hers that I’ve heard has been anything beyond a catchy tune. It never grabs me beyond a lyric or two getting stuck in my head after I’ve heard it 300 times. I’ve never heard a song by her and thought that, musically, it was anything special.

I also don’t find her to be a particularly good singer. Her recorded music is… fine, vocally, but that’s about it. Every time I’ve seen live performances I am unimpressed at best or at worst actively she sounds terrible. Her stage presence is always lacking, and I have never seen her do anything live and been impressed. Lyrically I’m not one to comment. I have a hard time with lyrics because as a HOH person I can’t always pick them out when I listen to music so it’s not something I pay attention too or care that much about. People say she’s a very talented lyricist, I don’t argue, that seems to be the consensus so I’m sure it’s true. But that’s not something that is important to me with music so it doesn’t really affect my opinion of her one way or another.

And honestly, her as a person rubs be the wrong way. She throws people who don’t deserve it under the bus all the time, and has been a perpetual victim for her entire career. She makes a huge deal out of tiny, insignificant shit, and her rabid fanbase treats anything that isnt outright praise of her like the end of the world. She was also openly viewed as the white woman darling of conservative right wing groups for a while and while i do not believe she aligns herself with those views, she spent way too long not saying anything about it.

And tbh, she has always felt completely disingenuous to me. She shifts her aesthetic and her vibe to fit whatever is popular at the time, and it never feels authentic or honest. Everything she does feels like a cash grab or a PR stunt. I’ve never once seen anything she’s done and felt like I was seeing the real her. The lack of genuine authenticity feels weird and I do not like it.

She is an extremely wealthy cishet white woman of mediocre talent who produces average, mediocre music and does the absolute performative bare minimum to speak on issues even with her enormous platform, and she consistently fuels her rabid fanbase to go after people she has been associated with. she constantly plays the victim and is the picture of white feminism. In all honesty, she is one of the most exhausting, oversaturated figures in pop culture and if I never had to hear about her again I’d be fine with that.

#anti taylor swift #I don’t care if other people like her #but I will not pretend like I do 🤷🏻‍♀️

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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artificial scarcity || (soft)dark!Jake Jensen x reader

summary: you'll realize how good he can treat you, how badly you need him, one way or another. you just need a little encouragement, that's all.

word count: 4k, somehow...

warnings: smut! (dubcon; she is fully consenting but under dubious circumstances), drugging (technically), kidnapping, imprisonment, starvation, touch-starved reader, bed sharing, grinding/thigh fucking, size kink, spanking, implied stalking/voyeurism, implied noncon (kinda?), jake being possessive and manipulative and creepy

a/n: this was supposed to be a drabble which is why the pacing might feel a little rushed in the beginning but I hope you guys don’t mind!

Jake was normally a relatively patient guy, especially with you since he had an obvious soft spot for the newest member of the team. But after months of trying to get your attention, of his abysmal flirting not getting him anywhere, of you becoming more and more comfortable with the idea of him as a friend and nothing else, his patience was running thin.

He was tired of waiting for the perfect opportunity to rescue you and show you that he was the perfect guy for you. He was tired of waiting for you to figure out that he could be everything you needed if you just let him. So, he figured he needed to manufacture a chance to save you; he needed to take away some things just to bring them back, show you what it was like to let him take care of you.

Getting close to you was easy, you were teammates and friends so you trusted him. The tricky thing was he didn't want you to know it was him, so he used your trust to lure you right into his trap.

Movie night tonight? There’s some cheesy slasher playing at the drive in at 1930, he texted you as soon as he could to the showtime to decrease the odds of you having any time to tell anyone about your plans to meet up with him; he’d rather not have the heat of being the last person to see you before your disappearance.

yeah sure! are you driving? you replied almost instantly.

Yep, I’ll pick you up at S Lamar and Hanover in 10, he informed you, knowing it was close to your apartment but far away from any security cameras or likely witnesses.

He parked a block away and walked around the corner to see you standing there under the flickering streetlight looking at your phone. You were waiting for him, and as he hid behind cover to come closer, you were clearly looking around for where he might be. Thankfully, you didn't see him or his tranq gun, and he got your neck on the first shot.

He ran to catch you before you fell, relishing the weight of your body limp and pliant in his arms. Somehow, he resisted the urge to play with you now, knowing it would be worth the wait to let his whole plan come to fruition.

The room he locked you in was dark and damp, barely any light but enough to see the half-full water bottle he left for you; your chain was short but you could reach everything you needed. It broke his heart to hear your cries but he had to ignore them, if he came in now it wouldn't make sense. He needed to be patient.

When the video feed from his camera inside showed that you'd fallen asleep for the night, he snuck in to bring you a new water bottle and a little granola bar since you'd screamed all day about being hungry. You seem surprised when you woke up and saw it, quickly grabbing the bar but taking a long time to examine and smell it first before eating, like you were afraid it was poisoned. But you ate, and drank your water, and waited for rescue.

Day 3 was the hardest to watch. You tugged at your chain so much that he worried you'd hurt yourself. He decided tomorrow was the last day because he couldn't take any more of this.

On the fourth day, he waited until you started to cry yourself to sleep before shutting down his equipment and finally coming to the door; he took a deep breath, preparing himself, before dramatically kicking it down and gasping when he saw you. He called your name into the dark and you barely had the energy to open your eyes, poor thing.

"Oh my god, are you okay?" he yelped, dashing over to where you were chained and picking at the lock. "I'm gonna get you out, don't worry, you're safe now."

"Jensen...?" you mumbled sleepily, making him smile and stroke your face a little.

"Yeah, I'm right here."

He carried you to his car and drove you home-- not your old home, your new one which also happened to be his apartment.

"I think it's time to wake up, I'm guessing you wanna take a shower," he cooed at your sleeping form, watching you stir in his arms before finally blinking your eyes open and looking up at him.

"Oh," you whispered. "Did I fall asleep?"

"Yes," he laughed, "you've been out the whole ride here."

"Oh…” you repeated, “and where are we?"

"My apartment. I didn't want to leave you alone right now."

You nodded, seemingly in agreement. "You can put me down now."

He reluctantly did as you'd asked, watching you carefully put weight back on your legs.

"Woah!" he chuckled when you wobbled a bit, reaching out to catch you, but you recovered.

"Thank you," you whispered, and he smiled at you.

"Just wish I'd found you sooner.”

"Um, you said I can take a shower?"

"Yeah, down that hall, first door on the right. I'll bring you some clothes,” he explained, and you smiled weakly before navigating your way to the bathroom.

You looked so good in his clothes that his heart skipped a beat when he saw you step out into the living room. The t-shirt that was almost too tight on him was baggy on you, reminding him of how delicate you were in so many ways, how much bigger he was than you.

It reminded him that if he really wanted to, he could force himself on you and you'd be helpless to stop him. But that wasn't what he wanted. It was going to be so much better this way.

"Wanna go to bed now? I'll take the couch," he offered.

"N-no," you stammered, and he gave you a quizzical look. "I don't… I don't want you that far away."

"Okay, I could sleep on the floor," he bargained instead, "in my room, with you."

"No," you sighed again, "then I won't be able to see you."

"I'll be right there," he reminded you.

"It's a king, right? You can share with me."

"Are you sure?" he pressed. "I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, please, this is the only way I'll be comfortable."

"Okay," he smiled, guiding you to the bedroom. He let you watch him take off his shirt and smirked a little when he saw you ogling.

"I usually just sleep in boxers," he admitted nervously. "I'll put on some pajama pants at least."

"It's fine, really," you smiled. "I don't wanna be any more of a burden than I already am."

"You're not a burden."

"And I'm not gonna wear pants to bed anyways," you shrugged.

"O-oh."

But he hadn't given you a new pair of panties to wear because he didn't have any to give you. Which meant that if you took off the sweats he'd given you, that'd leave you in his shirt and nothing else.

He tried not to let that thought go straight to his cock as he unbuttoned and pushed down his pants, seeing you conflicted on where to look, before getting in bed. You did the same, taking the sweats off once you were under the covers and tossing them out from under the blanket.

"Goodnight," he smiled as he turned off the lamp, hearing you whisper it back before starting to shift around and get comfortable.

He didn't have to wait nearly as long as he had expected to hear you meekly whisper, "Jensen?"

"Yeah, is everything alright?" he asked, voice full of concern.

"I… I don't want to ask you for anything else…" you sighed.

"No, hey, it's okay," he assured, "ask for anything."

"Would you, um, would you hold me?"

He cleared his throat a little. "If you need me to."

"Please, it's the only way I'll be able to sleep."

He sighed a little but relented, coming over to your side of the bed and spooning you, gingerly laying one arm over you and trying to avoid touching you anywhere too personal.

"Thank you," you sighed sleepily.

"Whatever you need,” he assured.

"Jake, why are you doing all this for me?" you asked quietly, turning back a little to look at him.

"You're my teammate, nobody gets left behind,” he explained. “Besides, this is all my fault anyways. You were waiting for me when they got you."

"No, Jake, don't say that. It's not your fault."

"Alright, but it's not yours either. You didn't deserve that."

“You’re right, but I don’t deserve this either,” you mumbled.

“Yes, you do.”

You shifted slightly against him, humming contentedly, and he groaned.

"I think maybe we should stop," he hissed, pulling away— but you stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"No, wait," you whimpered. "Why? What’s wrong?"

"I, uh, I guess I'm just experiencing some of the consequences of laying in bed with a beautiful woman…"

"Huh?"

"The, um, the biological consequences."

"I— oh,” you whispered.

"Yeahhh...” he trailed off awkwardly.

"No, hey, it's okay. I don't mind, I mean, you can't help it,” you shrugged.

"Sorry, I'm not normally this easily amused but it's been a while, so…"

"I understand," you assured, "really, it's okay… just don't go."

He just barely heard your gasp as he pressed himself against you, his shaft cradled perfectly between each soft globe of your ass. "Is this okay?" he asked quietly.

"Y-yeah," you answered, making him suppress a laugh since it was obvious you were noticing his size. He would bet a grand at least that you were getting wet right now, if he had anyone to bet against.

Your back arched a little, pushing your ass into him with more force, and you actually started to rock your hips ever so slightly.

"Stop moving," he hissed through his teeth.

"I'm not…" you denied weakly.

"Yes you are, you're… rubbing yourself on me."

"I'm sorry, it just feels good,” you admitted sleepily, surprising him with your forwardness. “You like it too, right?"

"Yes, but I feel like I'm taking advantage of you,” he admitted worriedly.

"You're not,” you promised, “you did so much for me— you saved me— and I want to help you, too. You said it's been a while since you were with anybody, I could help you out… you know, you could rub up against me until you…"

He groaned a little but leaned in closer until his lips were right against your ear. "Are you sure? Don't do me any favors, you don't owe me anything."

"I want you to," you assured, making him smile and nod a bit, taking a moment to enjoy a deep breath as he prepared himself.

Carefully, he began to rock his hips forward, rubbing his cock on you through his boxers. Even with a layer of cotton in the way he could feel your warmth, he could imagine how smooth your skin was. If you hadn't been able to make out the shape of him before, you certainly could now— the ridge of his head was probably digging into you, and on particularly long thrusts he could feel your ass against his balls (which, inversely, meant you could feel his balls against your ass).

He held your hips as he picked up his pace a bit, grinding into you and breathing heavily in your ear. You gasped and tried to hide a moan by biting your lip but he heard it. It was even more obvious when he whispered your name to you, heavy with desire, and rubbed your spine with his finger. Your back arched even further, inviting him to push harder against you until he felt the slightest wet patch forming on his boxers— not from him, from you. It made his cock throb and his breath catch in his throat.

Overcome with need, he pushed his boxers down quickly before getting back to it, both of you moaning at the feeling of his skin on yours. He was so close to your pussy he could hardly stand it, and he knew you must be dripping right now, desperate to be filled. He could probably slip right in and you wouldn't even stop him, but that wasn't what he needed from you right now. You needed to ask him for it. He knew you wanted it, but he needed you to know you wanted it.

A drop of precum formed at his slit, smearing onto your skin and easing his way further.

"I want you to feel good, too," he whispered. "I don't just want to use you."

He pushed his cock down and slipped it between your thighs instead, sliding right against your wet, silky folds. You whined beautifully as he thrusted forward, your thighs clenching (and therefore gripping him even tighter) when his cock slid right over your clit.

Your wetness was plentiful enough to drench him just from this, so he already knew the answer but he still asked, "does it feel good?"

"Yes," you sighed. "Yes, it's good…"

He knew he could make you come like this, and he knew exactly how to, but that wouldn't get him what he wanted. Instead he only gave you enough to keep you on the edge, moving too slow to really let you finish. You even tried to move faster but his grip on your hips was too tight, keeping you still so he could savor his own pace and keep you desperate.

"Fuck me," you moaned.

"I don't have a condom," he whispered nervously.

"I don't care, just please…"

That was all the encouragement he needed, pulling back enough to guide his head to your entrance before sliding right in. Your wet, hot walls stretched open to accept him, struggling against his girth but eventually giving way.

Your hand shot back to grab onto his thigh, trying to keep him from going too deep, but he had no intentions of holding back now that he was inside you; he delicately grabbed your wrist and guided your hand back to your chest where he wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly.

"Baby," he moaned into your ear as his hips met yours. "This is my pussy now."

You gasped and shivered in his arms, eyes falling shut as he pulled back and pushed in again, incredibly slow but as deep as he could push himself.

Your moans were perfect, even better than the ones he'd heard when he hacked into your webcam because it wasn't just your fingers or toy anymore, it was him— exactly what you'd always needed, whether you knew it or not. He'd dreamed of this for so long and now that he had you he couldn't imagine ever letting you go. Every inch of your channel was like heaven, every moan was somehow more beautiful than the last.

"That's it, baby, take all of me," he purred when he pressed deep into your cunt, holding your hips so the tip of his cock hit the deepest parts of you. You made the cutest little choking noise and he kissed your neck while trying his best to make you do it again, moving faster and slapping his hips against yours more firmly.

"Jake," you managed to whimper, and he groaned through his teeth.

"Yeah, I'm right here," he promised. "That's me inside you, sweetheart, that's my cock filling you up."

He leaned back slightly and pulled your ass apart so he could see his cock stretching you out, disappearing into your body. It made his head fall back for a moment before he pulled you close again and started thrusting faster. He reached around and brought two fingers to your clit, rubbing it fiercely as he kept thrusting.

"Oh fuck," you moaned, "Jake, right there… I'm gonna come…"

He laughed a little, kissing your ear as a show of approval. "Baby, you're so sensitive," he praised, giving your clit a little spank. You cried out and shuddered, bouncing yourself back on his cock, meeting his thrusts. Amused by your neediness, he stopped moving and watched you go.

"There you go, sweetheart, fuck yourself with my cock. Make yourself come."

You whined and kept going, your ass slapping against his hips loudly. He kept rubbing your clit as you worked his cock, your walls starting to clench down on him rhythmically and your body beginning to shake.

The absolute second he heard you cry out with pleasure as you reached the peak, he grabbed you and rolled both of you over until you were on your stomach and he was brutally fucking you into the mattress. He could still feel you pulsing around his length, gripping him tight and pulling him deeper.

"That's it, keep fuckin' coming for me," he groaned. "Gimme one more and then I'm gonna fill you up."

"Jake!" you yelped, grabbing onto the pillow and even biting it as he slammed into you.

"You're so good, baby, your pussy feels so good," he growled, pinning you down by your shoulders as he sped up even more. He laughed when he felt your walls weakly fluttering, his balls hitting your swollen clit with each thrust. "Gonna come again already, baby? Just from my cock?"

"Yes," you sobbed hoarsely, "yes, Jake, I'm gonna come again— oh my god, please don't stop…"

"Oh, I won't stop," he assured. "You take it so fuckin' good, sweetheart, like you were made for it. Like you were made for me."

You moaned loudly and he took the opportunity to spank you— not incredibly hard but enough to make you whine a bit… and get even wetter.

"Oh fuck, you like that huh?" he purred with a grin. "You like it rough."

"Yes, fuck, I love it," you agreed with a moan. "I'm— I'm coming, Jake, don't stop."

"Yeah, I know," he chuckled, "I can feel it. Feels so good when you come on my cock, baby…"

You went suddenly from arching your back and gripping the pillow to falling limp and relaxing, your body his toy now as he fucked you to the point of overstimulation. Your moans were exhausted and muffled now, your walls clinging to him desperately as he continued stroking every sensitive place he could reach (which was all of them).

He could so easily pull out and paint your back, or jerk himself off over your ass, but if he was going to claim your body then he was going to do it right.

He didn't warn you in advance, just in case you suddenly decided to tell him to pull out, but he did make sure you knew what he was doing. "Fuck, I'm coming!" he moaned as his cock flexed and his seed filled you, still thrusting in time with each pump of his release. It was nearly overwhelming, physically and psychologically. He was finally filling you like he'd fantasized about basically every time he got off since he met you, finally making you his the way you should've been from the beginning.

He sighed and laid down on top of you, smiling as he kissed all over your face, neck, shoulders, and back.

You giggled sleepily, but whined when he tried to pull out, bringing your legs up to hold him inside. "Don't go yet," you pleaded.

"Okay, baby, I'll stay right here until you fall asleep," he promised. "Goodnight, beautiful…"

Not only could he not think of a night he'd slept better in his life, but he was pretty sure this was the best any man had slept in the history of sleep. But even then, he wasn't at all disappointed when you woke him up.

"Good morning," you whispered in his ear with a giggle, making him blink his eyes open and look down at where you were resting your face on his chest.

"Good morning," he returned with a grin, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close.

"Last night was… pretty amazing," you smiled coyly, and he stroked your cheek as he felt it warm even more.

"Yeah, you have no idea," he chuckled, lifting your head so he could give you a kiss. It was supposed to be quick and wholesome but you deepened it instantly, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Just as you started to climb up to straddle him, he heard your stomach loudly growl and he pulled back to laugh.

"Sorry, sweetheart, but it sounds like you've got some other needs to take care of first," he smirked.

"Ugh, you're right," you sighed, "I'm going raid your kitchen."

"No, let me do that, I'll make you something— whatever you want," he offered, starting to sit up, but you pushed him back down.

"Jake, you've done enough for me already. I don't even know what I want, that's why I wanna go look at what you have."

"If you insist," he relented, watching you hop out of bed and playfully smacking your ass when it was within reach. You giggled and scampered away, leaving him to lay back and put his hands up behind his head, taking a deep breath of satisfaction. His plan had not only worked but gone beyond his expectations— clearly you had wanted this, on some level, from the beginning, you were too eager for him to believe otherwise. But that didn't matter now, because you were finally his and it was exactly as he'd dreamed it would feel: right, undeniably and overwhelmingly right.

He decided to take a break from basking in his own glory for a while to get up and find some food for himself as well. After all, he planned on fucking you at least one more time today so he'd need lots of energy to keep him going.

He slipped back on his boxers and walked to the kitchen, finding you there standing oddly still. "What are you doing?" he asked with a bemused scoff.

"Jake…" you mumbled, staring into the cabinet blankly.

"What's wrong?" he asked, stepping closer but stopping in his tracks when he saw what you were looking at: a six-pack box of granola bars. He sighed a little as he internally chided himself for such a rookie mistake. "Baby, seriously, what's wrong?"

"I… these… this is the same kind they gave me… it was the only thing I ate for almost four days."

"Oh my god," he whispered, stepping up behind you and wrapping his arms around you to try to soothe you. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring back any bad memories. You only ate granola bars for four days? Honey, you must be starving, please just let me cook you something—"

"No, not only granola bars: only a granola bar. Just one…"

You reached up to grab the box but he held you tighter, trying to stop you. Instead what happened was you accidentally knocked the box over, exactly five bars sliding out and landing on the floor with a crinkly thud.

You gasped with realization and tried to squirm away but his comforting hug turned into restraint instantly. "Jake, let me go…"

"I'm sorry, baby, but I don't think I can do that."

"Jake, please," you begged with a sob. "Why did you— how could you?"

"I know you had feelings for me, you just needed a little encouragement."

"Feelings for you? I hate you!"

"Huh, that's odd, because I distinctly remember you begging me to fuck you last night,” he taunted. “I remember you coming for me, twice. Is that what you normally do when you hate somebody?"

"You're a monster," you sneered.

"And you're stuck with me, whether you like it or not," he chuckled, spinning you around to bend you over the counter, pressing his hips against yours as you whined and failed to squirm away. "So you might as well let yourself like it."

#dark!jake jensen x reader #jake jensen dark fic #soft!dark jake jensen #jake jensen x reader

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hyunsuks-beanie · 3 years

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Cute Guys with Pink Hair

Sunoo x gn! reader; just a fluffy make-out with some very Sunoo-like crack; 1.2k words (this got longer than I had expected lmao)

Mellow speaks: Here you go lovely anon! A fluffy Sunoo make-out just like you had requested. It was super fun to write, mainly because I loved imagining Sunoo's reaction to stuff bc he's such a meme lmao. I hope you enjoy reading it! And as always, asks and requests are open, so shoot away any requests/suggestions you have!

"Y/N come onnnnn! I'm giving you five seconds. If you're not here by then, I'm starting the movie," Sunoo calls out, and you can practically hear the pout on his face as he waits for you on the couch. Saturday nights are your favorite time of the week, because your boyfriend and you have a ritual of watching movies together every weekend, something you do without fail. And today is no different, with you getting the snacks ready, and Sunoo downloading the worst movies of all time, so that the two of you can make fun of them while cuddling and binging on your favorite food. Yes, you are weird that way, but as your boyfriend says, "Where's the charm in being normal?"

"Instead of yelling out orders from the couch, why don't you come help me carry some of the snacks out, huh?," you reply, rolling your eyes. Soon enough, Sunoo is by your side, a soft giggle escaping his lips as you hand him a few bags of chips and cookies, ruffling his hair. Picking up the rest of the goodies, you walk back into the living room, plopping down onto the couch as he presses "Play." The first few minutes of the movie go by in a blur, as you try to get into a position that's both comfortable and cozy. Throwing your legs over Sunoo's, you wiggle closer to him as he pulls your head on his chest, his arms resting near the small of your back.

"Oh my god, how can she be that stupid? That's not a ghost that's her mom in a bathrobe what the hell?," you snicker out midway through the second movie, as Sunoo pops a Hershey's Kiss into your mouth. "I know right? I can't wait for her to die," he replies, making your hand, which was on its way to grabbing a pack of Cheetos, stop halfway, retreating to smack him on the shoulder. "Hey!," he pouts, making you giggle as you grab some popcorn from the bowl. "You can't just wish for someone to die like that, you meanie," you say, giving your boyfriend a look that tell him that you want nothing more than to watch the stupid excuse of a girl die too. By the time the movie ends, you are practically on Sunoo's lap, your head snuggled between his shoulder and chest, as he rakes his hand through your hair. "Your hair feels really nice today," he says, placing a kiss to the top of your head as you hum in response.

The next movie you decide on turns out to be a weird parody on some rom-com, and you can't help the soft giggles escaping your lips as you witness the characters' failed attempts at romance. All of a sudden, Sunoo's attention is drawn away from the movie when he feels his hand being swatted away as he reaches out to grab a handful of chips from the bag you're holding. He looks down, his signature pout back on his face, as you look up at him mischievously. "The last ones are mine," you whisper, causing him to whine as he attempts to grab the pack away from you. "Y/N, that's not fair. Lemme have some!," he fake cries, making you finally take pity on him. You pick up a couple of chips from what remains in the pack, making his eyes crinkle up and the smile that you love so much, grace his lips. Just as your hand goes up to feed them to him, your attention is caught by a moan coming from the TV.

Turning back towards the screen, you feel Sunoo's chest rise and fall heavily, as he gulps while taking in the scene in front of him. The characters have somehow managed to make things work, and are now making out in the office. Scrunching your nose, you decide to turn the TV off, causing Sunoo to blink as if he's coming out of a trance. "I didn't like the characters, and that scene was just....not right," you say, shuddering as you think back upon it. "O-oh, uhmm, y-yeah. Good call, Y/N," he chokes out, still unsettled about the scene. Looking up at him, you notice his confused expression, and ask, "Babe, you okay?," making him finally smile down at you, as he comes back to his normal self. "Yeah, I'm fine. The scene was just too gross considering how annoying the characters were," he laughs, and you can't help but join in. "I mean, who'd want to kiss that handsome jerk of a man?," he explains, causing you to throw your head back in laughter. "Beats me. Even more so since I personally am into cuter guys, preferably those with pink hair," you say, a mischievous glint visible in your eyes.

At your words, he suddenly stops laughing, looking at you with a soft smile playing at his lips. The both of you lean in without noticing, realizing just how close you are only when your lips are inches away. "Cute guys with pink hair," you whisper, closing the distance and placing a soft kiss onto Sunoo's lips, one that he reciprocated with equal warmth. It's as if the surroundings fade away, leaving only the two of you, in each other's embrace. You turn around to face him fully, looping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, as his own hands cup your cheeks, before moving down your shoulders and coming to rest around your waist.

A few seconds into the kiss Sunoo softly licks your bottom lip, making you crack a smile before slightly deepening the kiss. The move catches him off-guard, causing him to let out a soft gasp into the kiss, your fingers making their way into his hair. You tug onto his hair softly, making him melt into your touch. A few minutes later, just as he places his hand back on your cheek, you pull away suddenly, playfully turning your head to the side when he tries to pull you back in. Hearing him whine at the loss of contact, you can't help the string of giggles that escapes your lips as you smile at him, leaning in closer again.

Sunoo doesn't wase a single moment in catching your lips in another kiss, this one even softer than the previous one. A contented sigh escapes his lips, which curl up into a smile when he feels you return the kiss, throwing your legs around either side of his lap. You stay like that for what feels like hours, just soaking up each other's presence. Trying to get cozier, Sunoo leans back into the couch, causing his hand to land on the remote, and switching the TV on again. Hearing the characters in the movie break into a sappy theme song, you reluctantly break away from the kiss. Pulling away, the both of you let out a groan at how bad the movie is, breaking into peals of laughter when your eyes meet.

"Shall we ditch these stupid movies and just go cuddle in bed?," Sunoo says, making you smile and nod your head in excitement. "Lead the way, my pink-haired cutie," comes your reply.

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