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lovelyinconsistentices · 5 months

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➴ 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

I really want to do some Scott Pilgrim takes off writing requests, but I'm anxious to write so let's try to get rid of such anxiety! Please request as much as you want, I'll make a list of characters I'll write for now as there are some I feel like I wouldn't write well enough or need to read more about to get more of a feel for their character. I write for all genders and I'll write for poc readers as well, any ideas you want for the reader to be like are welcome!

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ Fluff and Angst, any genres really. I've rarely written angst but want to write it, so I'll try my best!

⸙ Poc readers, do note that I am not poc but I will make sure to do my research before writing. I have a few tumblers I know of that I will use for helping me write poc readers, I'm sure my friend would also be glad to help educate me as well! Criticism and feedback are welcome. ^^

⸙ Readers of all gender, but it depends on the character I'm writing for. If a character is canonically gay please do not request for something romance based with that character if you're the opposite gender as I'm not comfortable with that, an example would be Wallace Wells.

⸙ You can suggest all kinds of things for how you want the reader to be, occupation, hobbies, aesthetics/styles, food taste, personality type, whatever you want and I'll do my best to write it.

⸙ I will write headcannons, prompts and fics!

⸙ I'm more used to writing in third person but I know most reader fics are in second-person, so I'll write a second-person version and third-person version! This is the same for genders, if I really like a fic. I'll write multiple versions for the gender, following the same plot or prompt but with noticable differences.

⸙ This is for anons, if you'd like to claim an emoji or an assortment of such you can just let me know and I'll keep it reserved. Might make an anon page as well!

⸙ I've been thinking about making a Scott Pilgrim OC and writing about them, would you like to read about them? If you do end up liking them I'd love to write x readers with them and stuff, just let me know. (Just something I wanted to mention!)

➴ 𝚆𝙸𝙻𝙻 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙴.

⸙ I will not write nsfw, it's just I don't think I'd be very good at writing it and I'm uncomfortable. Maybe in the future but for now please do not request nsfw from me, there could be mentions of certain things or hints at it. I'm perfectly fine with it, as long as it's subtle.

⸙ No incest, huge ages gaps, or anything of the sort. I don't expect any requests like that but just to be careful!

➴ 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂

ˏˋ ╎𝙼𝙰𝙸𝙽

𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚃𝚃 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

Not a big fan of Scott, but I'll still write for him. Who knows maybe I'll make a reader who's a Scott hater for shits and giggles, I have Idea's for an oc and If I do write about him you'll see a lot of him taking jabs at Scott and questioning why Ramona even likes him.

𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙰 𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

I have a lot of ideas, like perhaps a reader being an evil ex and stuff. I guess that could be spoilers for my oc, since I'm making him an ex! I also want to write a fic with the reader helping Ramona dye her hair and enjoying tea while doing so.

𝚆𝙰𝙻𝙻𝙰𝙲𝙴 𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙻𝚂

I'll definitely write for Wallace and do my best to portray him, as stated I'll only do romance for male and ftm readers. I could make fics with a female reader that are extremely platonic, friends and stuff. Or a sister reader, maybe Wallace having a sister who loves gossiping with Stacy and Wallace!

ˏˋ ╎𝚂𝙴𝚇 𝙱𝙾𝙱-𝙾𝙼𝙱

𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙿𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙻𝙻𝚂

I read something and saw how Stephen ends up getting a boyfriend in the novels, so I don't know if he's gay or bisexual since he dated Julie last time I checked. I've seen comments about him being gay, so male and ftm readers only!

𝙺𝙸𝙼 𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙴

Her and Roxy kissing was woah, agh I love them both. I really want to write a drummer reader that could perhaps have some time of rivalry with her, an enemies to lovers fic.

𝚈𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙶 𝙽𝙴𝙸𝙻

I have some cute idea's, I can't wait to write him along with everyone else. I feel like he'd be the type to see someone and fall in love with them instantly, like perhaps reader is in a rival band and they're really good. He's instantly amazed by their skills and finds himself developing a crush on them!

𝙺𝙽𝙸𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝙲𝙷𝙰𝚄

I'd love to write for her, lots of cute fluff and things of the sort. Especially like helping her paint her nails, sleepovers and gossiping, arcade dates and things of the sort!

ˏˋ ╎𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 𝙴𝚇𝙴𝚂

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚆 𝙿𝙰𝚃𝙴𝙻

Agh, Matthew! I'd love to write for him, I have some idea's. Like reader being an assistant and trying to do their best to help Matthew balance all this work that has now fallen into his hands because he did not think about all the responsibilities to come before he defeated Gideon, ooh also reader who was a band kid and matches Matthews energy!

𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙰𝚂 𝙻𝙴𝙴

I'm scared I might not write him good enough, mainly for dialogue. But I do want to write for Lucas, I might only write for him when requested for a bit until I get more of a feel for his dialogue as well character, and once I get confident enough to write him!

𝚃𝙾𝙳𝙳 𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚁𝙰𝙼

Our favorite Vegan boy, I'd love to write for him. Maybe, something like Reader helping him after the realization of what happened with Wallace. Having to comfort him and stuff, also could have Reader as a band mate or something!

𝙴𝙽𝚅𝚈 𝙰𝙳𝙰𝙼𝚂

Could we possibly consider her an evil ex? I decided to put her in this category because of that but anyways, but yes I'll write for her! Envy is so muah, had anyone seen that one image with the two girls doing each other's makeup. Envy sitting on top of Reader's and doing their makeup, or the other way around. Agh, I find that just so cute!

𝚁𝙾𝚇𝚈 𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙲𝙷𝙴𝚁

Female readers for romance only, but I'd love to write for her and omg can't wait. I'm so excited, I don't have a lot of ideas but I'm sure some will come to me for her.

𝙺𝚈𝙻𝙴 & 𝙺𝙴𝙽 𝙺𝙰𝚃𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙶𝙸

I want to write for Kyle and Ken so much, sadly we don't get enough screentime for the two but still I'm gonna write as much as I can for the twins. I read something about how the twins don't like doing things separately or being separated after what happened with Ramona so that gave me some Idea's, maybe having a reader they can finally trust.

Definitely will write separate fics for Kyle and Ken where they meet the reader, and after a while come to trust them as well develop feelings. I'll also happily do fics for both of the twins and reader pairing, strictly platonic fluff. Ooh, maybe an older or younger sibling that they're very protective of!

𝙶𝙸𝙳𝙴𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝚁𝙰𝚅𝙴𝚂

Before he lost everything version. My favorite and I'm sure a lot of others favorite evil mastermind, I have some ideas and would love to write about him. He grew to be my favorite in the show, as for the movie it was Matthew who was my first favorite ex along with Roxy. I've been loving all of the exes even more lately, especially the twins. So I can't wait to write for all of them!

ˏˋ ╎𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂

𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙳𝙾𝙽 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴

After loosing everything and meeting Julie again. So I have him twice on this list but that's because Gideon ends up using his old name again, leaving the fake alias behind. So I decided to have the version of him before that and after!

𝙹𝚄𝙻𝙸𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁𝚂

The anime giving us more of Julie was everything, she's so agh and I'd happily write for her if there's people out there who would want oneshots for her!

𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙲𝙴𝚈 𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙶𝚁𝙸𝙼

We don't get a lot of Stacey last time I checked, but she's quite lovely. I love the idea of her and reader gossiping, maybe reader being her coworker. Or Reader being a Pilgrim sibling and the two love poking fun at Scott as well gossiping, platonic fluff!

𝙰𝙻𝙻

Oneshots, headcannons and things of the sort for all the characters. I'll also be posting oneshots and things of the sort with the separate groups in the future, like reader hanging out with Sex Bob-omb or The league of evil exes. Things like that.

Please let me know if I'm missing anyone or there's any characters I might not have and you want to request them, I have not read the graphic novels as of now as I don't have the money to buy them but in the future I definitely will when I get the chance! (Also, if there's any spelling errors. My apologies!)

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themysticssdream · 1 year

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• sweet like honey •

Tommy Miller x f!Reader Rating: Mature (18+) (MINORS DNI) Summary: You're engrossed in the book in front of you that you hardly noticed Tommy walking into your home. He takes matter into his own hands to get your attention. Content Warning: SMUT, established relationship, post-outbreak, adult content, oral (f receiving), fingering, sweet and spicy, no plot just thots, not edited/proof-read Links - AO3 A/N: I can see @ay0nha side-eyeing me so hard right now as I'm posting this. 🤣 I told myself... *sighs* I told myself over and over to not post any smut that doesn't have a plot included, but I woke up this morning and my mind chose violence so here it is. But as always, thank you to @ay0nha for always helping me and giving advice with my fics. You deserve all the Tommy loving. I also wrote this before I had to get ready for work so it's a bit rushed. Remember to like, reblog and comment if you can! 🌿💫

It was captivating. The adventures that you were following along with the protagonist had you on the edge of the couch, and you had lost count on how many pages you've read this evening.

Your eyes followed your finger as it brushed along the grey ink. Some of the words were clear as the blue sky, others you had to squint or make up your own words, the water-stained pages fading away the ink.

There were books in Jackson. A small library between the butcher shop and the bakery was your sanctuary after a hard day's work at the nursery. You blamed your sudden allergies on the flowers blooming inside the large greenhouse you worked in, and Tommy had his own suspicions. That library is a gold mine of dust, sweetie pie. He mentioned one day while your nose was strawberry red from rubbing it so much. Yet, you still went and persevered the day despite your allergies not improving.

And then Tommy started to bring books home from his scheduled patrols. It didn't matter the subject - historical romances that would take you to places of cities made out of marble and large golden statues of Gods in Ancient Greece; Jungles of Mexico, pyramids made of stone that reached so high that it would reach the sun, to stories following a couple committing a series of heists in a futuristic setting of the 1950's.

He would find them in the nearby abandoned towns, bringing them back to you so that the pages, once loved and read from more than twenty years ago would now be under the care of the gentle hold of your hands and the sturdy bookshelf that Tommy had made for you.

Then your allergies improved. You haven't stepped foot into that library since you started your own, darlin'. His smile was hidden behind a cup as he had his morning coffee. I told ya so.

He noticed how you started to pile up the books in the corner of your room by a large potted plant. Tommy did not hesitate to build you a bookshelf with the left over wood from the lumber yard, and the two of you watched your collection fill up the tight spaces between the thick wood.

One day while you were working a shift, Tommy looked over his work and your books while finishing up his dark roasted coffee, and he could not help but smile. Not only did his shelving hold your books, but it had little touches of you - the small pearl earrings he gifted you for your birthday sat beside the planter he had made you for the succulent you were trying to revive from the nursery. His fingers carefully brushed over the edge of the polaroid picture of the two of you Ellie took a few months back from celebrating Tommy's birthday.

Heavy footsteps stirred you away from your book, but it wasn't enough to draw you completely away from the adventure in your hands. The feeling of soft lips along with the familiar scratchiness of his mustache pressed on your forehead. "Did you eat, sweetie pie?"

"Hmm." You responded after reading a sentence. No. You hadn't eaten since you made breakfast for you and Tommy early in the morning, and you barely noticed your stomach growling at the mention of it.

Tommy chuckles, wiping away the strands of hair away from your face. "Is that a yes or a no?"

You turned a page and continued to read. "Mm-hmm."

He didn't respond, yet his footsteps trailed away from you to what you guessed was the kitchen as you started to hear the clinging of pots and pans. Your eyes darted at the clock on the wall, and you made a quick mental note that Tommy was home earlier than usual.

At this time, you usually started to prepare dinner and have it ready for when Tommy came home, but you let your body slouch further into the couch as you continued to get lost into the pages in front of you.

You weren't sure how long time had passed - between the silence that grew in the kitchen and the countless pages being turned - you felt one of Tommy's hands, rough from a hard day of working, caressing up your leg until it settled on the outside of your thigh. You couldn't see him as the book between the two of you covered his next move, which caused a swirl of excitement start to build in your belly.

Tommy placed a kiss on the inside of your knee, his hands slowly prying your legs apart for him to find his place between you. He smirked to himself when he realizes you were wearing underwear and one of his buttons up shirts - and nothing else. His lips trailed down from your knee to the inside of your thigh when he catches the scent of your body wash, and he stops.

You usually used a natural scented wash, sometimes alternating between coconut or something that would resemble the sea. He couldn't place the new scent, something between lavender or roses. No matter what it was, he liked how not only it smelled on you, but how sweet you tasted.

Your fingers dug into the paperback when he licked at the crease of your thigh, and Tommy could feel the slight rough texture of the lace that lined your panties on the tip of his tongue.

He brought his hand to the lowest button of his shirt on you and fumbled to get it open. He spreads the flannel like fabric away to reveal your soft belly and he slightly crawls upwards to press kisses underneath your belly button. He creates a slow trail, moving further down as the rough texture of his facial hair scratches at your skin until you could feel the hot breath of him pant at the space between your legs.

This was something Tommy occasionally did to you when your attention was on the story before you rather than him. The first few times you wouldn't last long, leaving your book abandoned at the side of you on your bed or it fell from your hands and onto the floor when he would burrow his face between your legs, lapping you up until your orgasm came to you in hard waves. Each time you improved, lasting longer than before and you wondered how well you would do this time.

Concentrate. You told yourself, bringing the book closer up to settle on your chest.

You bite your bottom lip and close your eyes for a moment at the feeling of his mouth pressing against the thin fabric of your panties, his tongue sweeping hard over your covered folds. When he starts to slowly swirl one of his digits against your bundle of nerves, which you guessed was his thumb, you could feel the dampness from his mouth left behind on your panties that creates a sweet friction in which you bit back a moan.

Don't give in to him. Not just yet.

In one swift motion, Tommy hooks his thumbs on the waistband of your panties, dragging them down your smooth legs and discards the abandoned fabric at the corner of the couch. He wasted no time diving back towards you, giving one long lick from your opening before his mouth gently enclosed and sucked at your clit. He blindly raises one of your legs to rest the back of your knee against his shoulder, while his free hand presses against the underside of your thigh to keep you open for him.

Your chest rose slowly along with your steady breathing. It was becoming clear that this was going to be difficult. The protagonist of your book had arrived at a cave, but you didn't remember how and when they got there. The words were starting to blur behind the glossy haze when your eyes began to slowly roll back while Tommy slowly and gently circled the flat of his tongue against your clit.

You flipped back a page, going to where you had last paid attention of your book and found how they had approached the opening of the cave that would hopefully lead to the hidden chamber where the lost treasure would be - and your hand dug into the pages, quieting your moan when you brought your fingers to your lips as Tommy sucked hard at your bundle of nerves. He dipped lower, the tip of his tongue licking up the arousal that pooled at the opening of your pussy and he hummed in approval.

A low whimper escapes you when you feel him move away from you, biting at the flesh of your inner thigh, savoring the lingering taste of you on his lips. "Sweet like honey." His voice is deep and laced with want for you, and you could almost feel his words vibrate against you. It seeps deep into your veins that you start to feel the pressure of your arousal start to build in your belly.

His tongue slips inside of you over and over, drinking and eating you up while his thumb circles over your clit. Tommy cannot help but roll his hips once into the couch, feeling the swell of him under his jeans become tight and restricted.

The book falls forward on your chest, one hand slipping into his tight dark curls while the other reaches back to grip the curve of the arm of the couch. He isn't hidden behind your book anymore, his eyes closed, and brows pushed together softly in concentration as he works on you, the tip of his nose brushing against the soft thatch of hair in between your legs. "Tommy," his name falls easily from your lips, and you can feel him smiling against your folds.

He knew he won. He always did.

While your hips roll gently upward, your fingers tug hard at the back of his head to keep him in place. His tongue slides out of your pussy and catches his breath for a moment or two before latching his mouth over your clit; the rough texture of his mustache scratches at your sensitive folds and you know you'll feel the lingering feel of it later. The hand that once gripped the arm of the chair now takes hold of the book that was left at your chest and is now abandoned on the floor beside Tommy's knee.

"Please Tommy," your breathing hitches. Your toes and fingers curl when the build up in your belly expands. His hands move to grip at your hips now, lifting and pulling you closer to him. "You're gonna make me come."

Mm-hmm. He hums against you. He does not quicken the pace of his tongue, but he rubs two fingers against your opening to lather your slick over the digits before sliding in. The pads of his fingers gently press up into the spongey texture of your walls, and he feels you clench around the base of his thick fingers.

"Yes… yes," You moan out, and your face twists in bliss when your orgasm hits you quicker than you realize. Tommy continues to work on you as you flutter hard around him and his tongue swipes slower over your now over-sensitive clit. "Tommy!"

He gives you one last lick before slipping his fingers out of your drenched pussy and he's crawling over you, delicately and chastely kissing your cheek. He watches you as you come down from your high, the redness on your cheeks fading away to your natural skin color and your breathing comes back to normal.

"Now that I got your attention," Tommy smirks down at you. "You hungry, darlin'?"

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sachirobabe · 12 days

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Chapter 8

Gojo Satoru x reader

Wc: 2526

Curseless au

Summary: Amidst the zombie apocalypse, your courage shines as you not only saves lives but capture the heart of Gojo Satoru. Together with his first-year students, you all embark on a perilous journey, not only for survival but in a quest for a cure that adds a poignant layer to the unfolding romance.

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A week had passed, everything was going as good as it could. You spent your days walking all day and resting at night. The snow had begun to melt, but the cold was barely bearable.

Nanami had planned to stay for almost a week, then head back. You're unsure of how he's found these safe places to stay, but you're not complaining, at least you were halfway done now.

It was nighttime by now, you're having trouble getting some sleep, but you wouldn't have to worry about getting up early, so you're not too upset. You slightly glare at Nanami who is snoring, more loudly tonight than other nights.

You quietly get up and move to sit next to Shoko in the other room, who's on first watch.

"Nanami snoring?" She lifts her eyes from her book and you sleepily nod. She can hear it from outside of the room.

"He's never been this loud before, and Satoru is halfway onto my bed." You yawn, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

"I told you he was clingy." She chuckles, "He's on next watch anyways."

"I'll try sleeping out here." You say and begin to close your eyes. It was quiet for a few minutes, you'd hear Shoko flipping through a page every minute or so. Eventually you felt yourself drifting off, finally getting some rest.

Shoko notices your sleeping figure, it was about time for her to switch places with Satoru. She went off to wake him quietly, aware of the others sleeping still. Satoru was surprised with himself actually getting some sleep, he conversed with Shoko for a few seconds then headed off to the living room.

He noticed immediately when he woke up that you were gone, he's relieved to see you sleeping on the couch, even if it's a little dusty. He takes a few sips of water to wake himself up, then plopping himself right next to you.

He extends your legs so you're not all scrunched up and lays them in his lap. You frown a little from the movement, but it quickly fades.

His eyes stare intensely at your sleeping self, not in a creepy way, more so he's admiring. He reminds himself everyday that this will be temporary, his feelings will go away.

The book Shoko left was on the table in front of him, he had nothing else to do so he picked it up and began to read, all while watching the sun come up.

Breakfast needed to be caught, some small snacks were left, but Nanami suggested that it be used for only emergencies.

"I'm hungry." Inumaki signed to the group of students sitting around him. He looks towards your sleeping figure and sighs.

"Nanami was snoring." Shoko got his attention as she was walking by. "That's why she's still sleeping."

"We can ask Nanami and Gojo if we can go hunt?" Itadori asks.

"Absolutely not." Nanami perks up at his name, "She'll wake up soon."

"I'm so hungry I'll eat one of those zombies, Nanamin." Itadori whines, holding his stomach.

"Go drink some water, kid." Satoru says, watching your sleeping figure.

You stirred in your sleep from the constant conversations, eventually opening your eyes and coming face to face with blue eyes and white hair. You groan and pull the blanket over your head.

"Nuh uh, you're awake and we're hungry, sleepy head." Satoru smiles at your tired face.

"Tell Nanami not to snore so loud and maybe we'd have breakfast." You say still groggy. Satoru smiles and begins poking you. "Stop Satoru." You kick him.

"You leave me no choice." He says and pulls the blanket off of your body. You hiss at the cold and immediately scrunch up your body. "C'mon." He slowly unravels your limbs and helps you up off the couch.

"At least let me get dressed and use the bathroom." You clear your throat and stretch.

"Okay!" Satoru says and clapped his hands together, "Sleeping beauty has awoken, we'll have breakfast shortly." He tells the group.

"We'll get a fire going." Nanami says.

Satoru followed you around the small house, asking every minute or so if you were ready. You continued to glare at him and shut the bathroom door in his face. He smiles so big his face hurts, he presses his back against the door and whines for you to let him in.

"I'm peeing!" You say back to him curtly. He continues to frown, even if you can't see it. His gaze turns toward the group sitting at the table, Shoko raises an eyebrow at him as he makes eye contact with her.

He rolls his eyes, but before he could do anything else you opened the door quickly and he tumbles backwards. On instinct, you do your best to catch him, Satoru was well built, meaning he wasn't exactly the lightest. You fall back along with him, you taking most of the fall.

Satoru grins and turns around, still lying on your body, "If you wanted to cuddle, 'ya could've just asked."

"Oh shut up." You roll your eyes, "Why the hell would you lean against the door?" He just shrugs, helping you up.

"We'll be back!" Satoru tells the group, holding your arrows for you and closing the door securely behind him. He sees you not wait up for him and jogs to catch up with you.

His breath could be seen in the cold, his nose already turning a light shade of pink. "You think I'd be any good at shooting?" He keeps his voice down, handing you your arrows.

You shrug, "You're not very good with a gun."

He side eyes you, "Not true. Can I shoot one?"

"No."

"Please?"

"Absolutely not."

"...pretty please?"

"You're not gonna stop, are you?" You sigh, already knowing you'd give him one shot. He shakes his head, his beautiful hair moving along with him. "Fine. You get one arrow."

He holds the bow, noticing some markings on the wood, his finger traces them, wondering what they mean to you.

You pull him out of his concentration when you hand him his one and only arrow. You give him a quick rundown on how to shoot, you gave him some credit, he learned very quickly.

The two of you were positioned behind a fallen down tree, scoping the area, listening to every noise around you.

After about 30 minutes, you're starting to think you're in a dead spot. You look to the side to see if there were any better spots. You jump at the sound of the bow releasing and Satoru leaving your side.

You watch him come back to you, holding breakfast with a big smile on his face, you admire how handsome he looks, but the animal caught your attention. He had hit it directly in its eye, just like you did before.

"You're incredible, Satoru." You chuckle, he really was good at anything he tried.

"I could give you a run for your money." He brags.

"Yeah, you could." You smile back at him, "C'mon, everyone's hungry." He stares at your retreating figure for a few seconds before following after you. Satoru never missed out on a chance to brag about himself, this was no different.

By the end of it, the only one who was continually impressed was Itadori.

Nanami had plans to go get some extra supplies today and rest before tomorrow. Satoru suggested splitting into two groups to cover more ground, Nanami and Shoko took the second-years and Satoru and you with the first-years.

"Be back here at 3:30." Nanami tells Satoru, "Don't be late."

"We won't, Nanamin." Satoru makes sure his gun is loaded.

It was repetitive going into stores and not finding anything. "We most likely won't find anything else around." You sigh pushing some boxes out of the way.

"There's a mall nearby." Nobara says, "It's worth a shot in my opinion."

"Nothing's back there." Megumi comes back with Itadori, who's found a bouncy ball and is very entertained with it.

"I think we found the jackpot." Itadori laughs, Satoru turns to see what he's doing and bounces the ball back and forth with him.

"Okay children, let's go." You begin to lead them out. "We're heading to the mall."

"You think there's still pretzels?" Itadori asks. Everybody was silent, glaring at the boy. Megumi and Nobara took turns pushing him and arguing.

Everybody was on guard now that you were out in the open and in new territory. There were a handful of zombies along the way, but none were close enough.

The doors to the mall were shattered, no surprise there. You hoped that you'd all have some luck here, otherwise this trip would feel like it was for nothing. Satoru stayed by your side, the two of you behind the first-years.

You had gone from store to store, this time at least you had found some small things like bandages and wipes. You grab Satoru's arm and raised his watch to your eye, there was still an hour left until you all had to meet up with the rest of the group.

Every once in a while you'd turn your head quickly, swearing you heard something. Satoru was convinced you were just hearing things.

They went into a clothing store which made you raise your eyebrows, "We're supposed to be looking for food and supplies." You keep your voice down.

"Just cause it's an apocalypse doesn't mean we can't look good." Nobara says and walks in, the two boys following after her. You eye Satoru and he just shrugs and pulls you in,

"Do you think I'd look good in this?" Satoru raises a button up to his frame. It was probably the ugliest design you've ever seen, you scrunch your face at the sight of it. He's offended by your reaction and dramatically walks away from you.

You chuckle, watching him complain to Megumi. You found your way to the front of the store again and looked at the displays, some were intact, but dust and traces of blood were all over them. You put your weapons down to fix the clothing on the mannequin.

The stores nearby were similar, broken windows and clothes thrown everywhere, as you walked around your shoes crunched the broken glass and debris with every step. Megumi had his eye on you, making sure you didn't stray too far, he turned his attention back to the counter he was searching.

Voices in the distance made you stop in your tracks. They weren't from your small group. You tried to pinpoint where it had come from exactly, but they seemed to be coming from everywhere.

You spotted a guy to your left, then quickly turn to the right at the sound of footsteps, another guy was there. They both had mischievous smiles, no words were said, but all around you more members had emerged.

You went to reach for either your gun or bow, immediately cursing at yourself; remembering you had left them inside the store. Instead you pulled out one of your knives and aimed it.

The large group share scoffs and laughter at your defenseless self. You eyed their weapons, none of them had guns, you thought about running back inside the store where your gun was, but they'd most likely follow and you can't bring them to Satoru's students. You wouldn't bring harm to them.

"Give us everything, or else you'll die." A man says, you think he's the leader.

"Fuck you." You spit, praying that somebody would see you. They circled around you and slowly got closer. You were trapped. If you made the first move, you'd die.

"You're askin' to die, pretty girl." Another guy says, swinging his weapon slowly back and forth.

"Maybe we should keep her." A creepy looking man says while licking his lips, you're disgusted.

Megumi comes back to the front of the store, wondering where you had went. His eyes widen when he spots your figure surrounded, he fires some shots in the air, just barely missing the men who were around you and quickly runs towards you.

"Oh shit!" One of the men say, the group becomes disfigured in their formation.

"They're loaded." Someone tells the leader.

"He won't shoot, he's bluffing." The leader says, startled at the shots, but he does a good job of keeping his composure. "And he's a kid." He chuckles, quickly holding you by the neck and drawing a knife to your throat.

"I'm not." Satoru aims and hits their leader in the leg, their leader yells in pain and lets go of you. You quickly run towards Megumi and Satoru.

"Fuck." The men now circled their leader, helping him up.

"I suggest you leave." Megumi points his gun to the men and they do their best to quickly leave.

You weren't even given a chance to catch your breath, you looked to your right and saw a hoard of zombies coming your way.

"What the fuck—oh god." Nobara and Itadori catch up.

"We gotta go, now!" Satoru yells and the group quickly runs. You run back into the store, trying to find your weapons. "Y/n! Let's go!" Satoru notices you stayed behind.

The hoard of zombies got closer and closer by the second, you find your stuff and Satoru grabs you by the arm and runs.

"Keep going!" Satoru yells as the two of you caught up, he scans the area quickly trying to find anywhere to be safe away from everything.

"We need to find the others." You try your best to say while running, the noise you're all making attracts more and more zombies towards you.

"There's a building!" Itadori says, "The gates open."

Satoru looks around and the zombies just seem to be multiplying, "Go." He urges you forward, you give it your all to make it to the building Itadori was talking about.

You were the first to make it, waiting for the others to get in. Megumi holds onto the gate, ready to close it as soon as Nobara gets in. "Now!" You say and you and Megumi push the gate closed, the zombies fighting against it.

You're careful with their mouths and hands as they claw and try to bite you. Satoru began shooting at some of them to make it easier to close.

Finally you're able to shut it and put the lock on, Itadori and Nobara went to find a way inside the building. It was a huge risk going inside, who knew if it were occupied.

You're able to catch your breath, the adrenaline slowly going away. "Is everyone okay?" Satoru asks, he begins to examine you, making sure the men and zombies didn't hurt you. You assure him you're fine.

Megumi pales when he looks down at his hand, he stays turned away from you all.

You direct the rooms attention to him, "Megumi..?"

He finally faces you all, with a horrified look on his face, his hand is outstretched and shaking. Blood is seeping from the gash across his hand.

"He got bit." Itadori's words sink in.

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blushblushbear · 4 months

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cashew headcanons please im so so gay for him

TIME FOR DIS NUT aka our darling little bookworm

cut cause I went on for a bit and none of it is important OOPS

okay first off since he's a college boy let's start with the fact that he has zero alcohol tolerance

like none

he'll have 2 sips of a light beer or a half a shot of malibu and he's red in the face sweating and swaying like 'oh wow, I'm really feeling it haha'

Same with coffee

anything past a normal strength cup he's VIBRATING

he doesn't have a heart condition like Nimh but give him a shot of espresso and he'll think he does

is constantly waiting for someone to ask him for book recommendations

and when they do he is sponge bob's eager face BOY IS OVER THE MOON

also he doesn't just read good books

he'll literally read anything

he ADORES trashy novels

especially if they're spicy *eyebrow wiggle*

he recognizes they aren't good but they are so wild and out of pocket like

WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE'S SECRETLY HIS EX'S BROTHER AND ALSO HIS STEP MOM'S LOVER AND DATING HIS EVIL SECRET HALF COUSIN WHOSE TRYING TO KILL THEIR UNCLE AND HIS DAD BUT CAUGHT FEELINGS AND IS NOW PLOTTING TO TAKE HIM HOSTAGE ////WHAT?!////

he'd love shows like gossip girl and pretty little liars if they were BOOKS instead

except OOPS they are actually and he'd love to infodump about that little fact to me if I let him (at least I think they both are?? I know pretty little liars is-- THAT PLOT IS /NUTS/)

honestly he loves when things are written well but he also loves when plots are NUTS

the only kind of nuts he can have

well... second kind

he'd be a secret college slut (respectfully and also def not actually a secret) if he wasn't head over heels for you

now he's just in your dms/texts constantly

his family is just as quiet and mousey as he is

everyone is just as nerdy

though his dad doesn't read as much-- he's more tv and movies and games nerd

he gets his love of books from his mom's side

he'd KILL to be a librarian

or work at a bookstore

English major vibes

but not just vibes that actually is his major lol

has def had a crush on 3 different librarians growing up and 1 creative writing teacher

can't math for shit

his favorite parts of campus friends taking him on nights out is him getting to read in little corners he can find and the 3am breakfasts at the local diner

I've talked about this before but him Nimh and Poe are in a book club together

he thinks Nimh is the coolest cause he's a PA for a publisher

can read a harry potter length book series in an afternoon (also hates terfs <3 )

his favorite genres are romance of any kind but he does have a special fondness for the trashier romances, fantasy, and he does love a mystery but mostly cause he can never see the twists coming

the smartest idiot you'll ever meet

or maybe he's the dumbest smart guy???

either way he is both very clever and very simple all at once

also very well meaning

incapable of wrong

only of oops

(a lot of oops actually, he's kinda clumsy)

once went a whole day without eating cause someone recommended a new series and he LIKED IT VERY MUCH

I wish for the life of me I could remember ANY book series atm

I know of a few by like--- vaguely what they're about but I can't remember their names

he could though

he will spend whole dates telling you the plot of a book series in great detail

loves pets

not great with them

also low key allergic to a few

big rip cause he loves cuddles

cries over a cat at a distance while sniffing

also really likes birds

met a few birds as a squirrel and now he knows Poe who was a bird so like--

birds are buds of his

can't say no to something cute

cute eraser, cute pen, cute notebook, cute cookie, cute you

just can't refuse cute

would totally rock a cottage core vibe if he could manage to keep a plant alive

he lost his ficus Marcel and he's still low key getting over it

uses a wallet sized photo of you as a book mark

def has you or a pic of you and him as a lock screen

the home screen is a pic of a page of a book

is very good at those 'name the book this opening line is from' challenge

good omens, both the book and the show, WRECKED HIM

actually good omens was his fav book to screen adaption thus far

he has a few others but he's more excited about good omens

wants to be friends with Aziraphale

I could ramble on forever but I think I'll end it here

loves that hack where you put cheese on ramen

#bear text #blush blush #blush blush game #bb game #bear talks #bb #cashew blush blush #blush blush cashew #cashew bb #cashew #bear answers

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betterthanburrow · 1 year

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Back To December - Joe Burrow

Summary: As the memories of a cold and dark December night continue to haunt your memory as the new season starts… All you wish for is that you could go back in time and change your own mind.

Genre: Angst (Ex Lovers AU)

“So, This Is Me Swallowing My Pride, Standing In Front Of You Saying, “I’m Sorry For That Night” And I’ll Go Back To December All The Time.” - Taylor Swift; Back To December.

As the days are getting longer, your memories of the past starts to haunt you. The snow is melting, The flowers and plants are blooming... but you're still stuck in the same position that you were in months ago.

Spring is the season where the world around you comes back to life after a long and cold Winter... but all that is haunting your mind is the thought of the boy that you left heartbroken on your front porch on a cold December night.

It has only been just about 3 months since that night in December and you haven't heard from the boy since that night... But the phone does go both ways and you didn't try to call him to wish him a happy birthday.

A romance that started in the Summer that you knew from the start wasn't supposed to last longer than it did, but you quickly realized in the Fall that you were in love and the thought of being in love scared you more than you wanted to admit.

As the sound of the shopkeepers bell rings above the door, you were pulled out of your haunting thoughts and brought back into the reality of your workplace as you focus on the pages in your book that you had been reading since the bookstore wasn't busy.

The Cottage BookStore that you have been working at the past few months is the only thing that seems to have brought you some sort of joy... Being surrounded by books in a store that is owned by the sweetest lady is the only reason you haven't left this town after the heartbreak betrayal.

"I knew I would find you here." a voice spoke, a voice that is so familiar yet so foreign, and as you look up from your book that you were reading. Your mind immediately went blank as you realized the familiar yet foreign voice belonged to the man who stood in front of you. The boy that you left heartbroken on your front porch on a cold December night.

You imagined yourself in this position where you would have to confront him for the first time since leaving him heartbroken a few months ago... but now that you're in the situation, your mind has gone blank and you're at a lost for words.

Before you can find the works to reply, the heartbroken boy speaks again. "Can we talk?!"

"I'm busy with work Joesph.” you replied, closing the book in your lap and placing it on the work counter.

Joseph looks around the empty store before turning back at you, giving you a soft smile that you don't deserve to see. “The bookstore is empty, it's only you and me in the bookstore right now, you're not busy.”

Once again, you have no response. Your eyes look around the store to see that it really was empty, and that you and Joseph are the only two people in the store right now. You weren't busy because you spent the past few minutes daydreaming about the boy who is now standing in front of you wanting to have a conversation for the first time in months.

“It doesn't need to be a long conversation, I just need a few minutes of your time." Joseph pleads. "You're the one who asked for me to make time to see you.”

A confused look appears on your face, "What are you talking about?!" you asked, as Joseph pulls out his phone from his pocket and shows you the text message screen.

The text message shown on the screen is a text message you had forgotten that you had sent a few weeks ago... The strong alcoholic wine that you had drank gave you confidence to send a very long text to Joseph but you had deleted the text conversation from your phone before you had the chance to sober up and see the mistake that you had made while drunk.

As you look back up at Joseph, he started to speak again “I know this text was sent by you a couple of weeks ago, but I only found the strength to see you again when I was driving around this area of town." he says as he turns his phone off and puts the phone back in the pocket of his jeans.

You wished that you could’ve thought more on the decision of whether to have conversation with Joseph or whether you should kick him out of the bookstore and go back to daydreaming… but you couldn’t waste any more of his time, he was the one that decided to come visit you at the bookstore even if he only made the decision just because he was in this area of town.

“We can talk until a customer comes in the bookstore and then I will have to get back to work." you stated, as you made your way around the work counter to lead Joseph to a reading area in the back of the bookstore.

After the two of you got comfortable in the chair, you both sat in a silence for about 2 minutes before you decided to take lead of the start of conversation. "How's life?! How is your family?!" you asked. The expression on Joseph face changes from being a blank stare at his hands to him looking up at you with his eyebrows raised in surprised at your questions.

"Life is good, I've been busy with football. My family is good as well, it's been a while since you've seen them.” Joe answers then he asks how life has been for you and how has your family been these past few months.

The two of you make small talk about your work at the bookstore and the changing weather but the small talk continues, you can tell that Joseph's guard is up and there is no reason for you to question why as you are the reason to blame for this small talk quickly becoming and awkward conversation.

The last time you saw Joseph, he gave you beautiful roses after you had opened your front door, but all you did with the roses was leave them on your front porch to die because you couldn’t stand the thought of any object in your house that would remind you of Joseph after you had left him heartbroken on your front porch.

The small talk to awkward conversation was quickly over and the two of you were left in silence again. Your haunting thoughts started to come back to you and you look at the boy who was sitting in front of you, staring off into space as his own thoughts started to haunt him.

"I'm sorry... for that night." you exclaimed, with no hesitation or thought. Once again, Joseph looks up at your with a surprised expression on his face. "I'd go back in time to change it but i can't, I'll go back to December all the time to turn around and change my mind." you continued your thoughts, looking up at Joseph to see his reaction to your words and looking down at your hands that are twiddling in your lap.

This time, Joseph was left with his mind blank and he was at the lost of words at your apology for that December night that has been haunting his mind causing him to lose sleep as the cold dark days came and went with the seasons changing.

"Maybe this is just me mindlessly daydreaming and wishfully thinking... but if we loved again, I swear I'll love you right." you confessed. “You loved me, so good and so right. I think about that September night where you held me in your arms as you saw me cry for the first time. I let the fear creep into my mind and while you gave me your love, all I gave you was a goodbye.”

As Joseph tried to keep his guard up from the moment he walked into the bookstore and saw you for the first time since that December night... he felt his guard slowly coming down, as he could tell your apology for the situation that happened months ago was genuine.

Since the beginning of your romantic relationship in the Summer, realizing that he was in love with you in the Fall, to being heartbroken by you in the Winter, and now wanting to receive closer from you in Spring... the past four seasons were sending him on a rollercoaster ride that he didn't know he signed up to ride.

"Did things start to change for you after that September night when you cried in my arms?!" Joseph asked. While you could be mad that after all you had just confessed and apology for... It didn't shock you that the first thing Joseph would ask about was that September night because it was the first time either of you had brought the topic up since the September night where you had cried in his arms.

The incident that happened in September is something that you and Joseph never talked about since that night, it was an incident that the two of you tried to move on from but as the days were getting colder and darker. That September night was the first night that haunted your relationship before the December night.

“As much as I wish it wasn't... it was the night things started to change, but I didn't realize that things were changing between us before it was too late." You admitted to Joseph, looking up at him with a sorry expression on your face with tears in your eyes.

Before this talk, Joseph thought that he wanted to know the reason why you left him heartbroken on your front porch that December night... but now knowing that the September night where you cried in his arms because of an incident that was his fault was the night where things started to change, he wishes that he never would've wanted to know the reason at all.

If the people walking past the Cottage Bookstore's display windows were to stop and look inside for just a few seconds.. they would see two people sitting down in the reading area who are both not in the right emotional headspace to have a conversation about the night in September and the night in December that ruined their relationship that has a low chance of being salvaged in the future.

Before either of you could say anything to continue the conversation that you needed to have with each other, the shopkeeper's bell rings pulled the both of you out of the emotional headspace. You whisper to Joseph that you need to get back to your job before standing up, as you wipe your tears and walk to greet the customer that had just entered the bookstore.

Joseph was left sitting in the reading area, and while he could overhear the conversation you were having with the customer with helping them trying to find a book, he couldn't gather the strength to leave before he wouldn't know if he'll get the chance to see you again.

If the two of you were in the right emotional headspace, the two of you could plan to meet at a better time to talk about the September night and the December night... you could make plans to meet up at your house but, Joseph doesn't know if he could stand on your front-porch again without feeling like he wants to throw up on the street because of what happened last time he stood on your front porch.

As more customers started to walk into the store, Joseph decided it was best to leave as he didn't want people to view him as a creepy young man who sat in reading areas without a book in his hands. Joseph gathers the strength to find make his way out of the bookstore that he might not step into ever again because of the new haunting memory of the conversation that took place.

Before the shopkeepers bell rang above the door would ring once again, Joseph looks back at you and gives you a soft sad smile but you were too busy to look back at him as you were talking with a customer acting as if the conversation at the reading area with Joseph didn't happen just minutes before.

It took you some time before you would be able to have a few minutes to yourself as you watched the customers shop and talk about their love of books amongst each other... and you sat back at the work counter, your eyes scan the store before you look around the reading area and see two young kids sitting in the two seats that you and Joseph were sitting at having the conversation that is now haunting your mind at any moments of silence.

You don't know if Joseph left the bookstore right after you got up from your seat in the reading area to help out the first customer that came into the bookstore after Joseph had arrived... or if there was a small chance he was still in the bookstore and was just looking around at the books on the shelf, but looking at the display windows and not seeing the vehicle that belonged to Joseph wasn't in the parking spot confirmed to you that the boy you loved wasn't here.

The past 4 seasons of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring have changed your relationship with Joseph for the better and for the worse... and while you wish you could turn things around to make it alright, you know that whatever is left of your relationship with Joseph will never be the same as it once was before that night in December, where you left a boy heartbroken on your front porch with roses that were left to die.

Author's Note:

i know that not everyone is a fan of angst, but the angst fanfiction genre is what i live for and i hope you give this story a chance (maybe in the future there will be a sequel, but i’m not planning on writing a sequel anytime soon)... i do promise i'll have more "fluff” fanfiction content in the future.

(also about a week ago i accidentally published this fanfiction, it was only posted for about a minute so i don’t think anyone saw it before i deleted it but the thought of people reading the story before it was finished terrified me, Tumblr needs to move the edit button and not have it so close to the post button because this might not be the last time that i would accidentally publish a fanfiction that wasn’t ready to be posted. thank you apple for allowing the update to copy text from images or else i would’ve had to re-write the entire story from beginning to end!)

thank you for all the love and support 🤍

#Joe Burrow #NFL #CFB #Cincinnati Bengals #LSU Tigers #Joe Burrow Fanfiction #Joe Burrow Fanfic #Joe Burrow Fic #Joe Burrow x OC #Joe Burrow Imagine #Joe Burrow x Y/N #Joe Burrow x Reader #Joe Burrow OneShot #NFL Fanfiction #Spotify

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magpiefngrl · 12 days

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20 Questions for Writers

Thank you for the tag @hoko-onchi-writes! Great way to spend a lazy Sunday morning :)

Username: magpie_fngrl

1. How many works do you have on A03? 54

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 392,045

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've mostly written drarry. I'd started as a pynch writer (TRC) and lately I've written a bunch in other fandoms.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos? all drarry:

dirtynumbangelboy

The Miseducation of Draco Malfoy

The Full Monty

Through the Looking Glass and What Draco Found There,

9 ½ Days

5. Do you respond to comments? I do my best. I made a decision back when I posted a lot of stuff and got more comments than I could handle that I would only reply to the comments on the last chapter of a multi-chapter fic. Other than that, I try my best to reply to everyone.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I wrote a Major Character Death fic (The Death You Carry). Can't get angstier than that.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most of my fics end happy, but now that I think of it they're mostly HFN in romance-genre speak. Happy For Now aka the fic ends with them as a couple, kissing or touching for example, the Ever After is implied but not explicit. Two fics which end with H/D living together, and thus more committed to each other, are Hush, darling and The Boy Who Died. These are also angstier than my other fics, which makes the happy ending sweeter imo.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Not hate per se. I've received demanding comments ("Can you write more? Another sex scene? And make it mpreg?") or comments like "I like your story but I can't read on because you have X topping". Not hate. There was a time, though, that I got several comments about how stupid/annoying/an arsehole Harry is, which reflect an attitude I used to see in fandom, where Draco is perfect and Harry is a bumbling fool and the minute he says something sharp to Draco he becomes an arsehole and should be screamed at. Needless to say, I hate this kind of interpretation. I deleted a couple of these comments, I just couldn't have them on my page. It was the reason I de-activated comments on all my fics for some time.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? The sexy kind, I hope LOL

Serious answer: I have written explicit sex scenes, although I tend to be more vague rather than write a play-by-play description of what is happening. I mean, there is some of that, but not as detailed as it can be. I don't know how to explain it better in English, sorry. Anyhow, I love sex scenes, I love reading them, I enjoy the challenge of writing them, and I think what I like best in what I read (and thus I try to emulate) is when a sex scene reveals the emotional state of these two people rather than just say whose dick does what.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? I haven't! A couple of years ago I got a few asks about wangxian and drarry meeting up and although it was fun to reply to the asks and imagine how it would take place, I don't think I'll ever write it.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Someone screenshot dnab and posted it on instagram. The whole 40k fic. If there have been others, I don't know.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, a few.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? I haven't and I'm not sure I could. I don't think my writing process would lead to successful collaborations. If I were to imagine it, the easiest for me would be that each writer has their own POV (I'd write Draco, the other person Harry, for instance) and we'd have a general idea but not a strict outline and we'd write it like a relay race: I'd post something, they'd write the next part, then me etc.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? I tend to move on from fandoms, so it used to be pynch, then drarry, now wangxian. I don't have a lot of time for fandom these days so I'm not as obsessed with a ship as I used to be. I love all my babies equally.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I started a fic with a magical university of sorts, or rather 8th year but they'd be more like uni students than normal school students, and Draco was a Veela whose mate was Astoria. Not sure where it would all go, but well--it won't go anywhere now, because I have so many other WIPs that take precedent.

16. What are your writing strengths? I'm decent at dialogue and I've been told my fics have great atmosphere. Occasionally I write an unusual turn of phrase and people comment on that. My fics are fairly short, but I've been told that they have a lot more story than the reader expected because of the word count, and I think that's because I edit ruthlessly.

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Plotting is my main problem. I pants my stories and it takes me forever to figure out what happens next. I also lack confidence and doubt everything while writing, which isn't a writing weakness exactly, but it does affect my writing.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It's cool. I like it.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Raven Cycle. I was mad about pynch.

20. Favourite fic you’ve written? Currently 9 ½ Days but I have a very, very soft spot for The Boy Who Died.

Tagging: @lettersbyelise @lucifergraced @coriesocks @wolfpants @julcheninred @nerdherderette @lqtraintracks if they wanna!

#tagged #writer questions #thank you hoko!

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btsgotjams27 · 1 year

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this is us ~ jjk | 2

when you're stressed, jungkook has a way to help.

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, bff's younger brother ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: if you haven’t read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) you can read them here on AO3 & Wattpad

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ 3 ~ hot tubs and clubs part 1

chapter two ~ back hugs and peppered kisses | wc: 4.4k warnings: kissing, teasing, touching, language, jungkook's nipple is newly pierced, jungkook has another erection (what else is new?), oc playfully asks him to beg, allusions to sex (i'm telling you now, it'll be a while before there's an actual smut scene)

With the success of your last show, your agent approached you with a possible major network project. They were interested in what other scripts you had in your back pocket. Of course, you always wrote and jotted down ideas, but you didn't have a full script ready for them. Jae, the person you were in contact with, said they'd give you two months to develop a solid script and then go from there. It was not an opportunity to pass up on. This was a dream come true for you.

~ Six months together ~

Many people would think it strange to write in the middle of the night, but something was alluring about being awake in the quiet and stillness of it all. Your thoughts could run wild without interruptions while the rest of the world was fast asleep.

You were frantically pounding your keyboard, hoping not to wake Jungkook, as you had been doing for several hours since he had fallen asleep. He'd been sleeping over for the past few weeks because your place was closer to his (he claims), but you didn't mind. It felt wonderful to wake up to his warm cuddles and sweet kisses. He'd even get up early to prepare you breakfast before going to work. Jungkook was the ideal boyfriend - sometimes too ideal.

Instead of kisses and cuddles, you've been working on your script for the past few nights, constantly editing, rewriting, and scrapping ideas. Jungkook couldn't help but find you endearing and cute when he found you sitting at your desk with a messy bun and rimmed glasses, completely in writer mode. He'd attempt to divert your attention. And it was hard to resist, but you were proud of yourself for withstanding this horny bunny.

"It's been days, baby. Please come to bed." He sulked, leaning down from behind you and kissing the nape of your neck with peppered kisses. Your weakness. His hands wrapped around your body, squeezing your tits. That was a vile act on his part. You had to admit that you were enjoying his touch right now. Your body yearned for him.

You leaned in close to him. "I'm sorry, but I can't- I have a deadline and a lot of writing to do. I promise I'll make it up to you." You're trying to focus on your screen rather than on him. When his lips pressed deeply against your neck, your core ached; now, he was sneaking up to your jawline. "Kook..." you whimpered quietly, reaching back and threading and tugging his hair. "Mmm..."

You were deep in thought about the next scene you wanted to write when you noticed the blanket flying up in mid-air out of the corner of your eye, and he yelled, 'no,' very clearly. You chuckled softly, wondering what he was dreaming about.

"Don't leave me," he mumbled, still asleep and unbothered.

When you returned to the screen, the laptop, which was filled with pages of meticulous work, went dark. Only 5% of the battery is left. Shit. You rose from your comfortable position on the bed to fetch the charger. Jungkook whimpered as you plugged it into the wall. It had to have been a bad dream. You looked over to see if he was all right. He was sniffling as the blanket was tucked tightly beneath his chin. You were worried and gently shook him.

"Jungkookie…Kook," you murmured as you attempted to turn him, but this bunny was massive. You tried everything you could to turn him over. He finally shifted his weight toward you, sound asleep. Your fingers gently stroked the wet streaks down his cheeks. His brow furrowed, and he scrunched up his nose. His face was filled with a deep sadness.

You reached down and cupped his cheek before gently pressing your lips against his. "Kook…" you pleaded when you pulled away.

Finally, you heard a "Hmm" as he fluttered his eyes open. Even when sleeping, he was a beauty.

You couldn't put your finger on it, but his gaze was agonizing. You held your breath because you'd never seen this look. "Are you okay? I think you had a bad dream." You continued to gently caress his cheek to comfort him.

He didn't respond. Instead, he lay there quietly beside you, intertwining your hand with his.

"What were you dreaming about?" you asked curiously, hoping he'd tell you.

Jungkook bit his lower lip, unsure whether he should say anything. You gave him a small smile, letting him know everything would be fine if he said what was on his mind. He briefly before saying, "...I dreamed you left me." Then he drew the blanket over his head to hide his embarrassment.

You struggled to pull the cover because the muscle bunny gripped it like his life depended on it. "Kook…Come on," you whined.

He finally let go, pouting like a big baby. You found him adorable when he acted like this. He mumbled something, but you couldn't make it out.

"Hmm?" Trying to egg him on.

"You left me for Jin." He eventually spat it out.

"Aww, Kook…" You laughed at his response. "So that's where your mind goes? Me cheating and leaving you?"

"Baby, don't laugh. It's not funny." He rolled back onto his side, facing away from you. Clearly upset that you were laughing at him, you couldn't help it. It was a funny dream.

"Jungkook," you urged, wriggling closer to wrap your arms around him. He didn't move. You propped yourself up and kissed his cheek. "Are you upset with me because I cheated in your dreams?" You laughed. You've had dreams where your significant other cheated on you—it was normal.

There was no response from him.

"Oh my god, you are!" you exclaimed, "I have no control over what I do in your dreams."

He turned back toward you. "And you said something, too," before returning to his previous position.

"What did I say? Hmm?"

"You said you left me because he had a bigger dick," he said, pouting again.

You burst into a boisterous cackle and threw yourself back onto the bed. "Well…does he?" you asked, teasing him.

"Noona!" he whined and pulled the covers over himself again.

"Is that why you kicked the blanket? Were you kicking his ass or something?"

Under the covers, he muttered, "Yeah..." You thought he was pretty cute right now. The thought of losing you to someone like Jin must have scared him. He was a great guy, amusing and charming, but he was no Jungkook.

You crept beneath the covers to catch his attention. You crawled on top of him, leaning down to rest your chin on his toned chest, and made imaginary circles with your finger. His gaze continues to avoid making eye contact with you.

"You do realize I don't want anyone else, right? I'm only interested in your dick." As you circled your finger around a shiny object pierced into his left nipple, you confirmed. "Is this something new?"

"Mm," he mumbled, trying his hardest not to become aroused by your touch, "it's still sensitive."

He had his nipple pierced, of course. You weren't taken aback. You wondered what other surprises you'd discover on his body. First, there are the tattoos and brow piercings. He'd only had a lip piercing a month before, and now this. You were convinced he was a masochist. You were thinking about getting yours pierced. If you did, he'd probably go insane. You couldn't, and you shouldn't.

"Is it now?" You made a sly grin. "Will doing this hurt?" You brushed your thumb gently across his pebbled nipple. He let out a small whimper as his hands instinctively gripped your waist.

"Don't…it still hurts," he pleaded with his big doe eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I kiss it to make it better?" You pouted.

You smiled to yourself as you felt the restriction in his boxers twitch at your words, knowing that he loved it when you tortured him. You lowered your mouth and pressed your lips against the cold metal, hovering over his nipple. Slowly, he began to crumble under your touch. He hissed and rolled his eyes back as soon as he felt your tongue.

"What—are you doing up this late anyway?" he asked, trying to keep his attention on you rather than your tongue.

"I was working on my script, but you distracted me with all your yelling," you smirked.

His eyes were still closed, savoring the moment because you hadn't had sex in a minute. He's been busy, and so have you. Adulting, you know. Your hand reached for the bulge in his gray sweatpants while hovering over him. You gently squeezed the hardened length, causing him to groan, desiring more of your touch.

"Should I continue?" You inquired, pressing kitten kisses across his toned chest. God, his fucking chest, chiseled by God himself.

He opened his eyes, eager for you to continue. "Yes—please."

"How much do you want it?" You demanded playfully. You were having too much fun getting your way right now.

He supported himself on his elbows. "Don't make me beg," he begged, his big soft doe eyes pleading. He despised begging and felt like a child when he did it.

"It's a lot more enjoyable when you do." It was difficult not to strip naked right now and bounce on that fat cock of his. Your pussy ached just thinking about how tightly you'd clenched your walls around it. You yearned for your own release but knew you shouldn't. It was stupid of you to keep teasing him when you were also teasing yourself.

"Please, baby…keep going." At this point, he was willing to say anything.

Ah, there it was.

You leaned in, your hands on his chest, playing with his piercings, straddling those delectable thighs. "I'm sorry I couldn't hear you," you said quietly in his ear.

"I need your hands," he said, taking yours and intertwining it with his. "Your mouth…" he said, bringing your lips to his. "…please." You slowly backed away, but not before he gently tugged on your bottom lip. He smirked as his hand slipped down to your wet, clothed pussy, knowing you couldn't resist him either.

You had only yourself to blame. You closed your eyes for a brief moment as a result of his touch, then returned to reality. "Mm, I still have a lot to write," you said as you stared at him.

"Let me help…" He lifted his oversized shirt, which you were wearing. "I'll give you some ideas." One of his hands reached for the soft flesh of your ass, while the other grabbed a handful of your breast. He sat up and looked at you with lustful eyes. He wasn't going to let you get away with it. He grinned as he watched you crumble at the slightest touch from him. He barely touched you, and yet you were already drenched.

"Goddamnit, Jeon Jungkook. Hurry up and fuck me."

Another late night spent working on scenes for the new script. You frequently listened to music to help inspire you, whether it was a line or a picture painted by the song. You were always finding little tidbits of inspiration. There was a beauty that musicians could capture with just words, evoking so much emotion, and that was what you enjoyed about making music. The ability to create something from nothing - one small idea leading to something bigger.

Jungkook was over like the previous nights. It was starting to become a habit. You probably thought it was just an excuse for him to sleep next to you, but he wasn't going to admit it. You took out your headphones and activated Bluetooth on your laptop. You thought you had it connected correctly, but as soon as you pressed the play button, the sound from your laptop blared, and Jungkook awoke in a panic.

"Who's here?!" He sat up quickly, still sleepy-eyed and squinting around the room with his arms raised, ready to jab someone. He was pumped after working out at the boxing gym. It made you laugh.

You burst out laughing. "Relax, boyfriend," you said, trying to soothe him. "Sorry, I was trying to play some music, and it didn't connect to my headphones. Go back to sleep." You moved closer to him, kissing his tattooed shoulder.

He rolled onto his side. His eyes closed, his arm draped over your thighs between you and your laptop. "Mm, please go to bed. It's getting late." He mumbled something sleepily. You weren't the only one who put in long hours over the last few weeks. He was also drowning in deadlines as he prepared for the release of another game.

“I can't. I have a lot of work to do,” you said as you tried to connect your playlist again.

Jungkook opened his eyes briefly to see what you were doing before closing them again. "You've been working nonstop for several weeks, and I miss cuddling with my baby."

You had to admit, he was cute when he was needy, which was often. "I really want to cuddle, but I'm in writing mode, and inspiration strikes when it strikes, and I have to write." Even though Jae's deadline was still a month away, you had your own deadline. It had to be flawless before you submitted it.

He moved closer to you, his cheek resting on your thighs, and looked up at you with his best pout and puppy eyes. "Please—just one teensy weensy cuddle."

"Kook...we know what'll happen if we cuddle." You weren't going to fall for his tricks again.

"Hmm, I'm not sure what you're talking about." He was trying to act as if you didn't notice his tells when he was horny. When he wanted you, he became desperate.

"I can feel your dick poking my leg," you remarked in a witty manner.

He lifted the duvet. "Goddamn, it, Little Koo. Why do you have to ruin everything?"

"You named it?"

"I name everything on my body."

"You're so weird," you chuckled at your cute and adorable boyfriend.

"You love it."

You laughed. "I do. I won't even deny it, but no cuddling. You already distracted me this week. I'll make it up to you. I promise." You leaned down to give him a quick peck. "Go back to bed. I love you."

"Love you too."

You 9:27 AM Hey, is it okay if Hyunie joins us for coffee? I forgot I made plans with her too.

Yuna 9:29 AM Yeah of course! The more the merrier.

You 9:31 AM Thanks, love you. See you soon.

You seemed to be constantly late for something. Yuna and Hyunie were already chatting when you arrived at the quaint little coffee shop wedged between a bookstore and a beauty boutique. It was great to see two of your friends get along so well. You're not sure what took so long for them to finally meet, but you're glad they did. You caught their attention by smiling and waving through the window.

"Hey! I'm sorry I'm late," you stated when you approached the two of them deep in conversation.

"Ah, don't worry about it. Here, sit down," Yuna replied. "I got you an iced americano and an orange cranberry scone."

"My favorites, thank you." Your eyes widened in delight since you didn't have time to eat anything for breakfast. After biting into the tender and flaky scone, you groaned with delight. "So…what did I miss?"

"We were just getting to know each other," Hyunie smiled.

"Did you know Hyunie is a photographer as well? If I had known, I would have hired you instead of the dummy who took photos at our wedding." Yuna's hired photographer forgot to bring a backup battery, and their camera died halfway through taking photos, leaving her with no photos from the reception. She joked about staging a "fake reception" to get a few photos.

"Yah-what? You're a photographer as well? How come I didn't realize that?" Your mouth was still full from another scone bite.

Hyunie chuckled. "Well…if you ever need photos for anything else, family photos, newborn pictures. Just let me know, and I'd be happy to do it."

"Newborn pictures? Oh goodness--I'm not ready to be a mother," Yuna emphasized. "I'm telling you now I'll have you on speed dial, though."

"How are you and Jungkookie doing?" Yuna inquired, sipping her iced americano. Despite the fact that you and Jungkook had been dating for about six months, she was still getting used to the idea of the two of you. You understood completely, and you weren't going to force her into conversations she wasn't ready for.

Your brow furrowed and a grin spread across your face. "We're doing well. We've found the sweet spot." And you were in the honeymoon phase, which was your favorite.

Yuna exclaimed, "The sweet spot, eh? I recall it as if it were yesterday. It seems like an eternity since Joon and I were there. We're now an old married couple." She was relieved you didn't tell her anything about your sexual life. She cared about you and her brother, but she didn't need to know.

"Yuna, you're such a drama queen. You've been married for only six months. You're still a newlywed couple." A huge part of you was glad you didn't marry U-jin. Imagine not knowing about his cheating until after you've been married for a while.

"But Joon and I have been together for a long time. And it's different when you're dating someone for the first time. You're starting to learn more about them, get all those butterflies, and dress up for them... I'm lucky if Joon wears jeans these day,” she said it with a sigh of dissatisfaction.

You told yourself that you'd ask her about it later because Hyunie was also with you. Yuna's mention of Joon made you appreciate Jungkook even more. Namjoon is a great guy, and you understood Yuna's point of view, but Namjoon was nothing like U-jin - thank goodness. After a long time in a relationship, the small surprises, dates, and spark begin to fade. It was only natural because you had grown accustomed to each other. But for the time being, you'll cherish every sweet moment with your Jungkookie.

You'd hit a mental snag after a week of writing. Nothing you wrote sounded right. Too many storylines, scenes, and dialogue clogged your mind. You needed something like Sherlock's Mind Palace to help you sort through everything your brain was trying to understand. You were starting to dislike what you were writing. You sat at your bedroom desk, staring at the blank page. Maybe you could finish one more page, just one more - it's not that difficult. You then heard the front door close. Jungkook's home. You were never going to finish that last page.

"Hi, honey! I'm home!" He chuckled as he set his belongings down and removed his large chunky boots. He peered inside to see where you were these days. Again, you were dressed similarly to the day before, only with a different color shirt, short-shorts, hair up, no makeup, and big-rimmed glasses - his favorite look. You only found it appropriate to steal Jungkook's clothes because he decided to take up a semi-permanent residence in your home, which he didn't mind at all. He adored seeing you in it, and you adored wearing it because it smelled exactly like him. Now, who's the weirdo.

He came up behind you as usual, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the nape of your neck with peppered kisses. "Are you working hard or hardly working?" he asked, his lips still on you.

When he started massaging your shoulders, you groaned loudly in pain. You weren't aware of how tense you were, but his warm hands felt good against the tension in your shoulders. "...barely functioning. I'm at a loss. I need to get out of my head." Today you felt like a shit writer, unable to write anything meaningful. Will you be able to meet the deadline?

Jungkook pressed a kiss against your temple. "I can help with that, and let's go do something fun."

"If your idea of fun is sex, then no," you snapped at him.

"Wow…you really are tense," he scoffed softly. He walked over to the edge of your bed. "I'll forgive you for your bluntness, but sex was not what I had in mind."

You turned to face him, regretting the words you had just spit out. "I'm so sorry. I'm just…really stressed." You stood up and walked over to him, your hands wrapped around his neck.

"It's all right, baby. I understand." He nodded softly as he grazed the back of your bare legs. He was quick to forgive, which was one of the qualities you admired in him.

You cupped his face tenderly and looked him in the eyes. "No, it's not fine. I'm sorry for snapping at you. You've been so good to me these past few weeks. You've been so wonderful to me over the last few weeks. Allowing me to be and write,” you sighed, knowing you needed a break even as you pushed yourself to finish. What was the point of attempting to write when you couldn't? "...what were you thinking?"

"Bowling," he grinned.

There were groups scattered throughout the bowling alley. You were relieved it wasn't crowded because you were terrible at bowling. You didn't want anyone to see how bad you were. The one thing Jungkook was good at was—well, everything. It irritated you at times because he was insanely good at everything without even trying. When the gods created him, they must have poured everything into him, including talent and appearance. It wasn't fair, to be honest.

You rolled your eyes as he struck out again, his third of the night. Your performance in comparison to his was embarrassing. "Wasn't this supposed to be fun?" You sighed.

While walking back to you, he did a little dance. "This is fun." He leaned down to kiss you on the cheek.

"I don't like to lose," you say, still irritated. It was finally your turn. You were determined to give it everything you had. You struggled to get to the lane after picking up the heaviest ball.

"Baby, you've got it! I have faith in you!" Jungkook applauded from behind.

Liar. He knows you suck. He's just being nice right now.

"I'll show you…Mister-I-Can-Do-Everything," you murmured as you struggled to keep the 7kg bowling ball in your grip. With your eyes fixed on the prize in front of you, you forcefully threw the ball into the lane, making a huge crashing sound. Because you threw it like a grandma, you could hear Jungkook laughing. The ball began to veer to the right, then re-centered itself before knocking down all but one. You screamed in rage at the last remaining standing pin. It was, of course, the one around the corner. "GAH—-!" You stomped back to get another bowling ball when you noticed Jungkook laughing and clapping at your failed attempt.

"Aww." He stopped to take a breath. "Baby, you were so close. Do you need help?"

"I'm a big girl," you huffed, turning your head. You stated firmly, flipping your hair back down the lane. You were a fighter.

He threw up his hands and let you do your thing. He was nearby in case you needed him to save you, which you didn't. Only one stupid pin stood between you and your pride. You narrowed your eyes, mentally commanding that last pin to fall to its death. Dramatic much? Why yes, you're a writer. You had to be.

You closed your eyes, took a deep breath, and then felt hands around your waist. "Um…what exactly are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing? Helping." As he stood behind you, he smiled. "Center yourself with your target," he said quietly, almost whispering into your ear. "…be sure to keep your knees slightly bent. Straight down to your side with your arm." You followed his instructions. "Keep your back slightly forward, your arm back, and always follow through."

You nodded in response to his instructions. He kissed your shoulder before stepping back, and you followed his instructions. As the ball sailed toward the last pin, knocking it down, your eyes widened. You jumped up and down with joy after defeating that stupid pin.

Jungkook chuckled as you strutted back to him and sat in his lap. "You're very welcome." He smirked stupidly at the victory he had helped you achieve.

"Nuh-uh. I did that all by myself."

"Yeah, with my assistance," he smugly teased. You didn't want to admit it, but he did give you some useful advice. He poked you on the side, and you flinched. "Yah—" he said once more, doing the same thing. You couldn't help but smile before kissing him on the lips.

"Yah--" He poked you on the side, making you flinch. "Yah--" he repeated again, doing the same thing. You couldn't help but smile, then planted a kiss on his lips.

"Thanks, boyfriend. I owe you one."

"That's more like it." He patted your thigh. "Kay, my turn now." He proceeded to get up.

"It's your turn, huh?" You gave him a sly smile before darting off to grab a bowling ball and hurriedly hurling it down the lane to ruin his winning streak.

When he realized what you were doing, he chased you down and grabbed you from behind. You laughed in an attempt to get out from under him. "Yah, my streak!" He cried, disappointed, but he didn't mind as long as you had fun.

He was right. This took your mind off of everything. You were happy at this moment, thankful that he would always be there to make things in life more enjoyable.

✨ next ~ hot tubs and clubs: part one

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catt-nuevenor · 2 years

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Demo Update Chapter 2 Part 3

Chapter 2 Part 3 is now Live!

Demo

Have at it!

Shenanigans aside, as previously stated this update includes just over 170,000 words, which covers Peyton, Peidyn, Abelyn, and Anadora’s Romance, Platonic, and Friendship Routes (where you can still see their scenes without being on their specific path).

The update will have Broken your save files so make sure to start a fresh game.

Update Notes and Details Below:

There are now four accessibility settings, some old, a few new.

The Unicode Hints, and Panic Switch you should all be familiar with by now. The Script Display and Weights and Measures Switches, not so much.

There is a full explanation in the demo, but in brief:

The Scripts Display switch gives you the ability to swap between using Old English letters like the wynn Ƿ, and using the standard Roman Alphabet. It also changes the display of certain words to match their pronunciation with a British English accent. Since I'm well aware that only a minority of my readership have such an accent I've also included a rough transcript of each word using the IPA on each of the word's journal page.

The Weights and Measures switch allows you to switch between the in story measurements system and the metric system.

All the accessibility switches can be accessed at any point during the game from the Stats Screen Menu.

There are gaps present in the Stats Screen Journal Pages. I ran out of time and brain power before the release deadline -_-

I'll try and get a mini patch out by the end of the week to fix this.

I hope you all enjoy reading the new update, and as always feedback and bug reports are much appreciated.

Now, unless any major bugs emerge in the next 30 minutes or so, I'm off to collapse in a heap.

Have fun everyone!

#MyrkMire #demo update #interactive fiction #hosted games #choice of games #interactive games

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sirowsky-stories · 7 months

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The Old Prince

Part 5

Author's Note: It's getting a bit scarier now, folks. Most of this is Oberyn's pov because I just love exploring how someone so old might think and react. Hope you do too, or this'll be a bit boring for you :) Also, I'm using the term Darkling for my own purposes here, it has nothing to do with the Grishaverse.

Description: Oberyn can only stand by and watch as you're forced to swallow some hard truths, after you've become witness to what the spirit world has planned for you.

Rating: Mature 18+ONLY Warnings: Monster Oberyn Martell x Female Reader, AU fic, eventual romance, obviously Halloween themed, reader cusses. Angst, reader is attacked, overprotective/jealous coworker. Word Count: 6570 Author's Masterlist

He departs from the courthouse by air, too distressed to give any thought to the two thousand souls inside that are endangered by his transformation. But he also flies away so quickly that he is never at risk of getting caught up in the hunt. His mind is trapped on the sight of the spirit, and what it might mean that you were not only able to see her, but that she now knows that you possess this ability.

Throughout the ages of man, there have been only a handful who have been able to see them, but none have ever been favored by The Decem. Instead, those rare few humans have been hunted by the spirits, driven to insanity by their magic, and then killed. This is the cause for Oberyn��s haste. He will not see this happen to you, but he knows that no human is welcome in any of the spirit realms and that there is no power on this Earth that can destroy the ghostly beings.

All animals can see them, which is probably why he can as well, but what does that say about you? Did his bite really change you to such an extent that you have now crossed from the human reality into that of magic, mysticism and despair? If so, then he must learn what you have become before you can harm those that you hold dear, because such is the fate of all creatures within this realm of ghosts and beasts. Whether by their will or not, those around them always suffer.

Returning to the castle, he heads for the library, only turning back to his human form once he has reached it, as the halls and stairs are too long for human legs to navigate effectively, although grand enough for the dragon to slither through without being halted by his size. He finds the section where he has collected the very oldest scrolls and books, and picks out one of his own scribbles from long ago, when he had attempted to create an account of his life. An endeavor he had soon abandoned after realizing that he had not one positive note to share within his own mind, leaving him too depressed to see the meaning of such a text.

But not before he had already filled seven volumes, one of which is dedicated to his encounters and thoughts around The Ten Spirits. The Decem. His memory fails him frequently these days, with so many years to try and recount, which was the original purpose behind the journals. Creating a library of his own memories. But who would wish to remember such a life? So much time spent in the company of death.

He places the book on the reading table and opens it to a random page, having forgotten most of its contents at this point, since the spirits are a topic that he has never thought he would have cause to discuss with another. It falls to a page about the Beetle, Scarabaeus, the spirit of stone, who can turn solid at will, whether sitting on a leaf or having crawled inside of a rock or tree.

All the spirits are generally neutral in terms of moods or intentions, but they all possess the capacity to turn dark and menacing, should they encounter certain circumstances. They are neither good nor evil, light nor dark, but they are also both. He turns the pages, not sure of what he seeks but convinced that he will know it when he sees it.

And he does. Near the end of the book there is an illustration. An image plucked from his own mind, depicted in detail because of how disturbing the memory had been, and now that he sees it, the memory is re-awakened within his mind. He slams the book shut and backs away from it, as if the memoir is responsible for the pictures within his brain, and not the other way around.

The horror in the man’s eyes as the darkened spirits had torn his soul to pieces, is an image he had hoped to never recall. That is what they do when they encounter a being which threatens the spirit realms. One by one they are darkened by their growing fear of this being, until that darkness becomes so thick and so empowering, that it draws them all together into one destructive mass, capable of covering the entire world under a cloud of anger.

If you have become such a being, if they find cause to fear you, then this is what will eventually come to pass, no matter what he does. But he must still try. You are the light of the sun, the moon and all the stars in his skies. He cannot let this darkness swallow you and tear you apart. He must warn you.

He leaves the library, transforming once again the moment he has crossed the threshold and entered the spacious hall beyond. However, he is momentarily halted by the opening that leads down to the basement door. Never before has he crossed that opening without feeling the pull. But in that moment, it is not there. He stands and waits, but the sensation does not come.

It should not worry him that such a treacherous and vile feeling is no longer there, but he does, because the timing is too perfect. For the first time, he wonders if there could be a connection between the creatures down there, and the spirits. It has never occurred to him before, but it now seems somewhat plausible. He does not have time to ponder this further, though. He must get back to you.

The dragon’s body is slender and snakelike, although so large that he is still as wide as a car over the chest, but he cuts through the air with minimal drag and his serpentine form enables him to maneuver with unparalleled agility. He is covered in both scales and sections of hair, and while the deep green color fills every inch of his exterior, making him glisten like a jewel, every deceptively smooth scale has a razor-sharp edge, and each strand of hair can become a deadly needle.

His claws are black, his teeth a dark grey, and at the end of his tail is a rounded bone covered in sharp ridges, like a medieval mace, and concealed by a patch of longer hair. His entire being is designed to be both stealthy and excessively deadly, for reasons that he cannot fathom. Surely, a crocodile, hippopotamus, or venomous snake is deadly enough for this world, there can be no reason for anything worse to exist.

Whatever made him, his purpose can be only destruction. But even now, after six millennia on this Earth, six thousand years of death, he still resists this notion. Because of you. Because if just one look upon your face is enough to awaken his heart, then there must be a light inside of him that has nothing to do with the fire.

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When you walk back inside, Simon is waiting for you, pacing back and forth with his arms crossed, clearly in a state of anxiousness. You’ve seen him have full-blown panic attacks before, but this isn’t that. He looks almost angry, and you can’t tell if it’s about Oberyn, or about you telling him to leave. In any case, the moment he sees you, he launches into a minor interrogation, no doubt spurred on by your obvious discomfort with the tall dark stranger.

“Are you okay? Who was that guy? Do you need anything? Did he leave? Because I’ll totally make sure he does if you want, you know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Thank you for caring. And yes, he did leave, but it’s none of your business who he is or how I know him, so just back off, okay,” you say firmly, hoping that your tone is enough to convince him that you’re not gonna talk about this any further.

Sadly, he doesn’t pick up on it.

“It is if he’s upsetting you. I’m your friend, I’m allowed to be concerned when I see that someone’s obviously bothering you.”

“You’re allowed to be concerned, yes, but what you’re not allowed to do is interfere without my asking,” you argue, getting angry that he isn’t respecting your privacy, which is entirely out of character for him.

“Boo, you literally ran away from the guy! If there’s a bigger universal sign for help, I don’t know what the hell it could be,” he counters, and you do have to give him that one.

You can imagine how your entire interaction with Oberyn must’ve looked to any bystander, but you also need everyone to steer clear of the viper, even if the only way to keep them safe is by hurting their feelings.

“I don’t need your help, Simon. And this little display of possessiveness isn’t doing you any favors. Friend or not, you don’t ever get to try and control any part of my life. And insisting that you have the right to interfere based on nothing but your own perception, is egotistical, and does absolutely nothing to help me.”

He looks like you’ve just run over his cat, and a part of you does feel guilty to be so harsh with him. He did have the best intentions, after all. But you’d rather see him hate you for the rest of his life than get killed because he stuck his nose where he shouldn’t have. After staring at you for a few seconds, he seems to decide that you’re just mean and that he isn’t gonna put up with it, so he turns and walks away without another word.

You wonder if this could be jealousy too. If perhaps you’ve misjudged his friendliness and that it could be indicative of a deeper interest that he just never dared to reveal. You’ve been a loner for as long as he’s known you, so there’s been no pressure for him to hurry up and tell you, if he does have those kinds of feelings for you, because there was never any rival to contend with before.

In any case, your interest in him has never been romantic. Like everyone else, you’ve kept him at arm’s length, which is probably another reason why he wouldn’t have felt comfortable telling you about any deeper feelings. You watch him return to the dance while you remain out in the hall, looking at the catering staff that has arrived and started to fill the tables with all manner of deliciousness, and suddenly you feel so disconnected.

Humans can’t see them…

Somehow, you’re not human anymore. This place within the community that you’ve grown up in, is just not yours anymore. You don’t belong among them. You’ve always been an outlier, not quite an outsider but far enough removed that you’ve never been able to claim real togetherness with the people of this city. And now that line has become a wall, separating you from them completely.

The thought makes you feel unwelcome. It makes your skin crawl and your blood burn with shame, for some reason. It’s not like you asked for this, so what is there to be ashamed of? You cross the hall and go to pick up your things, throwing your jacket on without changing out of the dress or putting on your boots instead of the golden ballroom dancing shoes you’re wearing, because suddenly you need to get out of here.

The parking lot is huge and since you hadn’t had any boxes to carry inside when you’d arrived, you’d chosen to park furthest away from the entrance, so that elderly or people with aches and pains wouldn’t have to walk that far. There’s three inches of fresh snow on the ground, so your feet are cold and wet within the first few steps beyond the stairs, which had been swept clean before the guests arrived.

But before you’re even halfway to your car, a glimmer in the corner of your eye draws your attention, and you stop walking when you see a wolf staring at you from between two maple trees, far off to your left, that provide shade to the parked cars during the heat of summer. Unlike the owl, this spirit isn’t glowing or half-transparent, but you still know that that’s what it is because it’s three times the size of a normal wolf, and instead of fur, it looks like moss, leaves and grass are growing on it.

It was the glimmer of its eyes that drew your gaze, and the longer you look at it, the harder you seem to freeze to the spot, as if it has the power to lock your body in place. But when it starts to move, just taking a few steps at first, and then quickly falling into a jog heading straight for you, the very air behind it seems to darken. As though it sucks away the light from the lampposts all around the lot.

And from one breath to the next, you’re terrified. Locked in place, you see it’s jaws open, and although you can’t hear it growl, the air seems to vibrate with the force of its voice. It moves so fast, seeming to pull that ominous darkness towards you, willing it to devour you, when another movement suddenly draws your attention away. From your right, a trail of sparkling red is visible in the sky, and before you’ve even located the source of it, something whistles past your face, and a sharp pain cuts across your cheek.

It unlocks your body, and you double over to the left, feeling hot blood spill over your cheek just as your gaze finds the wolf again, a mere moment before it too reaches you. The collision is so massive that it feels as though your head remains in one spot even as your body is wrung from the ground, with your entire midriff pinched between the massive jaws of the canine as it both bites and throws you like a ragdoll through the air.

Miraculously, its teeth don’t seem to be able to pierce your skin, but they crush your insides all the same, before it releases you, sending you hurtling across the entire parking lot, leaving you airborne for so long that you have time to consider where and how you’re gonna land, and how much it’s gonna hurt. You come down on the roof of a Volvo, buckling it and setting off alarms and airbags as the windscreen cracks under the force of your mass and motion energy.

But you’re not sure how you’re even able to notice that when the landing breaks most of the right side of your body, and that’s before you’ve bounced off the car and crashed against the pavement as well. You’re too damaged to move any more, leaving you trapped in the position you eventually come to a stop in, on your back with your right arm trapped underneath you, and your legs veered off to the right as well. You can’t tell if they’re broken.

Directly above you, the source of the red sparks passes over, flying slower now, and you can see that it’s a bat. It’s even more transparent than the owl, and smaller, much closer to a bat’s actual size. The rapid flapping of its wings is what produces those sparks all around it, even though the actual body of the spirit appears to be almost white, with a yellow tinge to the collar of hairs around its neck.

You should scream for help, but you’re barely even able to breathe. The shock and adrenaline aren’t enough to conceal the pain anymore, so all you can do is lay there in agony as your brain feebly attempts to map everything that’s broken. Claws scraping against the pavement tells you that the wolf has rounded the car and is approaching you to finish the job, and there’s nothing you can do about it.

You can’t even turn your head, staring up at the starry night sky as the giant, pale white head of the spirit comes into view above you, while the bat circles above its ears. It smells of pine needles and something heavily earthy, like the woods after a day of rain, but much more potent. And when it opens its mouth to presumably crush your skull, its breath reminds you of freshly mowed grass.

For a fraction of a second, your mind leaves the cold ground and the simultaneously sharp pains and dull aches of your broken bones and crushed organs, fleeing to memories of cycling past a summer meadow in full bloom. Sneaking away from your foster mom to go riding on the neighbor’s pony. Kayaking out to the middle of the lake and drifting aimlessly for an entire afternoon, just watching the world around you go about its day.

The moment ends when a bright light flashes from somewhere before the wolf can close its jaws around you, and suddenly its head moves away, searching for the source. Heat floods the air as the light only intensifies, and before you’ve managed to catch on to what’s happening, the wolf is engulfed in yellow flames. The white head is replaced by glistening green scales which are somehow all around you at once, while the blinding light of the fire fills the sky and seems to devour the world.

Fresh pain shoots through you as something wraps around your torso, and then the light fades away and all you can see are the stars, before the darkness takes over and you fall away from the conscious world, into the painless nothingness beyond.

-=<>=-=<>=-=<>=-

He did not think it would happen so quickly. He had hoped that they would at least take the time to ensure that you are indeed a danger to them. It has been some two thousand years since the last dark one. The last human to cross between realms. Perhaps the spirits have grown restless since then, or perhaps their fear of these creatures has increased, hastening their need to quell the threat.

His flame cannot harm them, but it does stop them, because there is no fire-spirit. That element belongs only to him, and spirits can only withstand elements or forces commanded by other spirits. Caelum commands the air, and therefor the wind. Scarabaeus commands stone, and therefor also the earth. And Octopus commands the seas, lakes and rivers. But there has never been a spirit who commands fire.

They know now that the dragon protects you, and he suspects that this will only further stoke their need to destroy the threat which you present, but nothing like this has ever happened before, so the outcome is impossible to determine beforehand. Because just as he cannot harm them, they are equally powerless to damage him. But that is also your only advantage.

He has brought you back to your home this time, simply because of the proximity, as your broken body would not have done well with a six-hundred-mile flight, but thankfully, even just an hour after the attack you have already begun to heal. Still, he waits nervously by your bedside, hating the sickening snaps of your bones falling back into place every now and then, flinching and grinding his teeth at each one.

The cuts and bruises have already disappeared, and he knows that your organs are recovering just as swiftly, but the memory of these pains will linger within your mind and body for a long time. The real recovery will not be the physical one. A thought which torments him as he is ultimately responsible for all this agony.

It takes three hours before you begin to stir, and the small twitches in your fingers which make up the earliest signs of your improvement, offer him such relief that he marvels at the sudden influx of oxygen to his unknowingly compressed lungs. And when your eyes flutter open and you stare up into the ceiling, no doubt perplexed as to your own survival, he can no longer refrain from touching you.

You flinch at the unexpected contact, and your head turns, seeking the source of it, but you do not pull away. Your subconscious must already have alerted you to his presence because you are neither shocked nor alarmed to see him there.

“It is alright, Valya. You’re home. The spirits are gone, you are safe for the time being,” he assures you, but you look only confused.

“But… how? I felt my body break…”

“Yes, you did. But you have already healed yourself, just like after the bite. I still don’t know exactly how you are capable of it, but I have witnessed it twice now.”

Hearing this only adds to your bewilderment, and clearly needing to test the truth of his words, you begin to sit up. The effort required for this sort of rapid reconstruction is massive, especially with as much damage to deal with as was inflicted upon you, so when you move, the muscles and ligaments are slow to respond. And the memory within your nerves-system wakes up.

“Oh, god… urgh…” you growl, as your pulse immediately spikes, and your breathing turns rapid and much too shallow.

“Easy, the healing may be complete, but your senses have not caught up yet,” he cautions, but your determination is unaffected.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed and then sit there, rocking back and forth while you wait for the pain to subside.

“What the hell happened, Oberyn? Why did they try to kill me?”

“Because in their eyes, you are dangerous now. Like I said, humans are not supposed to be able to see them.”

“Wait… So, because you bit me and somehow transformed me into whatever the fuck I am now, those things have decided that I’m more dangerous than you and that I need to die?” you question, having regained enough composure to raise your head and glare at him.

“I will explain as best I can, but you must eat now, my dear. Your body has depleted all of its reserves, you will soon pass out again if you do not replenish them.”

As if his words have reminded your body to signal its fatigue, your head falls forwards and you sway slightly where you sit, before you drop your elbows onto your knees and let your head come to rest against your palms.

“I feel sick…” you croak.

“I know. You need protein, salt and vitamins. I will go and prepare something for you,” he offers, but when he rises to leave the room, your hand catches his and you look up into his eyes.

“You can talk while you cook, and I can listen while I wait. Help me to the kitchen,” you demand, and he is not about to argue with you.

You have more than earned any and all answers he might be able to give you. He turns and picks you up from the bed, cradling you in his arms as he carries you with him to the little kitchen, feeling ridiculously joyous at the feel of your arms voluntarily wrapping around his neck, and how you rest your head against his shoulder for the brief journey.

“They are The Ten Spirits, or The Decem,” he begins even as he leaves the bedroom, seeing as there is no time to waste. “They exist within the elements and the seasons of the world, not controlling them, but able to command them if the need arises.”

While he deposits you on a chair and starts rummaging through your fridge and pantry, he tells you about the three elementals, and you immediately raise the question of the fourth one.

“So, are you fire, then?”

“No, for some reason, fire has no spirit. I’m something else and for all my years, I have not yet managed to uncover exactly what that is. But I know with certainty that I am not one of them.”

“How?” you ask after he has found some promising ingredients.

“Well, for starters, humans can certainly see me. And unlike The Decem, I am capable of thought and reasoning.”

“You’re saying they don’t have minds of their own?”

“Not like you and me. Their minds are closer to those of animals, driven by instincts alone, not really able to think ahead, only react to what happens around them,” he explains while he begins preparing to make pancakes. “And much like animals, they remember things that have frightened them, and that is where you come in.”

“But I’ve never seen them before tonight…”

“No, but they have encountered the likes of you before. History even has a name for humans who can see the spirit realm. They are called Darklings.”

“Well, that doesn’t sound ominous at all…” you gripe, already struggling to keep your eyes open.

“I’m afraid it’s even worse than it sounds. Darklings earned their name by literally casting darkness upon the entire world, simply by existing,” he begins, and that gets your attention, leaving you staring at him with a worried crease in your forehead as he continues. “The spirit realm is beyond human reach because you have long ago lost the ability to exist only in emotion, completely devoid of thought. Because for all your intelligence, it is still thoughts that corrupt. It is thoughts that can never be controlled, whether they are for good or evil, and unfortunately, they are the most easily influenced by darkness. The spirit realm has no thoughts. Those that live there can only feel, and feelings cannot survive dark thoughts.”

“So… the spirits were trying to expel my thoughts from their realm?” you conclude, having to lean over the table now to keep from crashing headfirst into it.

“Precisely. And they will continue to do this until they have succeeded, because they have not forgotten what happens to all the world when a Darkling slips past their defenses. And neither have I,” he adds pensively, while he starts to whisk the batter together.

“You’ve seen that happen?” you quietly ask, and he answers without turning around as the task at hand helps his mind remain clear despite the grim subject matter.

“Unfortunately, yes. It is a truly frightening thing to see all the world fall victim to depression, anger and despair. Not just people, but all living things. Every tree, flower and blade of grass, and every animal, from the largest whale to the smallest insect, all turned into evil, malicious beings, with no purpose save for destruction and pain. That is what the spirits are trying to prevent.”

You go so quiet hearing that, that he turns around to ensure you have not fallen asleep. But you remain wide awake, in utter defiance of the absolute depletion of all energy reserves within you, refusing to rest until you have a grasp on this new reality you have so unfairly been thrust into.

“But if you’ve seen that, if you know what’ll happen, then why did you save me?” you question, and he returns his focus to the food.

Not just because you need it sooner rather than later, but also because this part of the conversation worries him. He worries how much he should divulge of his feelings for you. These most recent events aside, you have made it very clear that you have no favorable eye for the beast that caused all this, and there is no reason to think that you will change your mind on this matter.

“Because I don’t believe that you are a Darkling,” he finally explains. “For what I know of them, they have always been born with the ability to see across the realms, none have ever simply acquired the ability by some magic trick. And more than that-…” he adds before he can stop himself, which of course piques your interest.

“What?” you press when he does not continue, and he sighs heavily at his own lack of restraint.

“To my knowledge, they have never been so lovely as you. So full of light,” he confesses, continuing as he hands you a stack of finished pancakes, because why stop when he has already begun. “I cannot believe that anyone who can reach into a heart as lifeless as mine was before I met you, and make it shine with hope and possibility, could ever be this malevolent and destructive thing, all at once. I can’t believe that someone so wonderful could possess the power to destroy all life. If such a thing has indeed become possible… then maybe it is time for this world to expire.”

For a long moment, you merely stare at him, perhaps at a loss for words, but whether because you are overwhelmed to hear of his feelings, or disgusted by them, he can’t discern. He returns to the stove and hears you begin to eat shortly after, so he lets the topic rest. You allow him to refill your plate twice, ending on a total of eight pancakes and three fried eggs, only speaking again once you have stopped eating.

“You said there’s ten spirits, so aside from the three elementals, what are the rest?” you ask, apparently determined to understand as much as you can about this.

“The wolf you encountered, Lupus, is the Forest-spirit, and the bat, Vespertilio, is the Night-spirit. And then there are the four seasons. Autumn, which is the deer: Cervus. Winter, the polar bear: Ursa. Summer, the horse: Equus, and finally Spring, the butterfly: Papilio.”

“You missed one,” you say, counting them out. “These six plus the three elementals is only nine.”

“That is correct. The tenth spirit, Day, has never been seen.”

“Then how do you know it exists?”

“Because if it did not, the power of the spirits would be incomplete, and they would not have been able to fight the darkness throughout the ages.”

You ponder that in silence for a while, and not for the first time, he wishes that he could read your mind, because you are far too good at concealing what you think of. But when you do speak again, you have changed the topic, so perhaps you have elected to not think too closely on the beings that almost killed you, for now.

“So, what are we gonna do?”

“What we have been trying to do from the start, which is find out what you have become. That’s the only chance we have to save your life,” he answers while clearing the table for you.

And right then, there is a sharp knock on the front door, and a quick whiff of the air in that direction tells him that it is the boy from before, Simon, and what smells like a policeman, unless someone else is walking around the city with a revolver. There is no mystery to their cause for being here, given the scene left behind at the parking lot, where your bags were left thrown on the ground in the haste of your departure.

You look to him before you make any move to get up, so he nods to reassure you that it will be safe to open the door.

“Boo, thank god, you’re alright!” Simon exclaims as he steps over the threshold uninvited and throws his arms around you, also without permission.

The officer merely steps just inside the door, putting your forgotten bags down before he politely removes his hat.

“Yeah, uh… I’m fine. What’s going on?” you reply, understandably confused.

Oberyn is more than mildly pleased to see you push the young man back, signaling your discomfort with his invasion of your personal space at this moment, but he maintains a neutral expression as he approaches and comes to stand by your side. Your colleague is not at all pleased to see him in your house, and seems to forget that the lady has asked him a question, so Oberyn takes the opportunity to answer for him.

“It would seem that they’re concerned about the bags you left behind, along with your car, at the parking lot.”

“Oh, right… that,” you fumble, looking for a way to stall and give yourself a moment to come up with a believable lie.

Unfortunately, he can’t help you do that. The explanation must come from you, or the men will not believe it, as they are entirely unfamiliar with the stranger in your house and has no reason to trust anything he says. Moreso the opposite, especially after what Simon may have read into whatever he’d seen of your earlier exchange.

“Well, there’s a perfectly good explanation for that, it’s just that… um… it’s personal,” you try, earning yourself another few seconds.

“I’m afraid we’re gonna need that explanation, miss,” the police officer insists, to which you give an exasperated sigh, suitably theatrical, not too dramatic nor too bland.

“Okay, fine. Oberyn and I got into an argument at the party and then he left. But it was my fault and I felt bad about it, so I grabbed my stuff to go after him, caught up to him by his car and then we… made up… and I forgot the bags.”

You deliver the lie with absolutely perfect mimicry, leaving both men slightly flabbergasted. Clearly, you are not known to be irresponsible, or imprudent.

“And where’s your car now, Mr…?” the officer prods, turning to the stranger, but his quarry is very well practiced in evading questions and staying out of reach of the many human legal systems.

“Oberyn. And unless a crime has been committed which somehow involves my car, I see no reason to divulge its current whereabouts.”

“Another car in that lot was severely damaged, sir.”

“I see. Do you have reason to suspect that it was my car that caused these damages, officer?” he counters, knowing full well that the car in question was only damaged on the roof and windscreen, a feat no other car could have accomplished.

“…No,” the policeman begrudgingly admits, so he smiles and nods politely at the man.

“Then I think this conversation is over.”

“Alright, seriously, who the hell are you?” Simon challenges then, clearly increasingly frustrated to learn of this previously unknown variable to your life, who is apparently also unfailingly superior to himself.

But you are not one to suffer intrusions, of any kind, which is why Oberyn does not even attempt to answer the rude question.

“We’ve already had this conversation, Si. Whatever your beef is, take it somewhere else,” you reply in his stead, just as he knew you would, but the young man only grows sourer.

“My beef is that you don’t want friends, even when it’s people you’ve known for years, and you don’t ever cozy up to strangers. Do you really expect me to believe that this guy isn’t coercing or controlling you somehow? I mean, is he the one that made you change your appearance? Did he send you off to some fancy clinic so you could look as timeless as him, is that it?”

“You are way out of line, Simon!” you emphatically growl at him, but the boy has found a blowtorch to feed the already crackling fire within.

“Oh, come on, Boo, do you really think I’m that stupid? And what about Kelli and Micah? Just because you don’t tell us everything about yourself doesn’t mean we don’t know you, we all figured it out the moment this guy showed up!”

His words shock you. So much that there are tears in your eyes as you listen to him continue to rant, but you do not retort. You stand there and let him disrespect and condescend you in your own home, and for a moment, Oberyn prepares to step in. But then he glances down at your hands, finding them closed tightly against your sides, and it makes him realize what you are really doing.

Whatever your relationship was before this night, it had obviously begun to crack at the seams even before the boy showed up here, and now that he has revealed precisely how little he values it, you are standing back, allowing him to destroy it completely, all on his own. You wait for him to run out of hurtful words, and then you simply push him out of your house, hard enough that he falls on his ass, before slamming the door shut.

There is no reasoning with someone who has already decided that they’re right, so your actions are entirely correct. But if your life was lonely before, it is now desolate. Because if this really is what everyone around you is thinking, then how will you ever be able to convince them otherwise? Keeping a safe distance between yourself and others is one thing, but having no one to turn to, no one to trust even with the smallest thing, that is an entirely different kind of solitude.

“It’s for the best, right?” you ask after a few moments, surprising him. “I mean, they’ll be safer now, having nothing to do with me, won’t they?”

“Technically, yes,” he answers, knowing that you need to hear the truth right now.

You nod, but sorrow rocks through you as you attempt to accept the loss. Not just of your friends, however shallow the relationships may have been, but of your previous life. Despite the changes you have gone through, you tried to go back and live as you always have, perhaps hoping that somehow, it would all simply work itself out. But this night has proven to you, once and for all, that there is no going back.

Whether by their will or not, those around them always suffer.

You have already understood that your mere existence is a threat to these people, and you care enough about them to shield them from the darkness that hunts you. He does not remember his own beginning anymore, his human life. But he knows that the first blood the dragon ever spilled, was that of his own kin. A horror he may never cleanse himself of, but which you could yet avoid.

Unsure if you would accept his comfort, but also unwilling to watch you stand there alone with your grief, he steps closer and carefully wraps one arm around your back, leaving you an easy exit from his embrace, should it be unwelcome. But as soon as you feel it, you lean into it, letting the sorrow fully grip you as you fall into his chest, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding onto him as if your life depended on it.

He hates that it does. That he is now the only one that can aid you in your attempt to stay alive long enough to find out what has happened to you. But he will not falter. He will forego both sleep and feeding for as long as it takes. Because the spirits need neither rest, nor sustenance. They are energy themselves, and thus, their efforts will not be paused.

Even as you stand there, they are approaching, hindered only by his presence. But once they have all gathered, even the might of his flame will not be enough to hold them off.

Part 6

The Ten Spirits of the World Air - Forest - Water - Stone - Night - Autumn - Winter - Spring - Summer.

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Hello,can you please do a smut/nsfw piece of sub Ellie?I would die for one of those.Thank you.

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𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜(𝙨) - Ellie Williams x G/N!Reader

𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 - Cursing, smut, fluffy/dom loving smut, fingering ( el receiving ), oral sex ( el rec ), minor hair pulling, dom/sub vibes, slight dubcon, slight degradation?, biting, kissing, dom!reader, sub!ellie

𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 ? - Yeah/Nope

𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙚 - This might be very bad because it was written over a course of 3 power outages and classes starting up again, I haven't felt the best lately so it'll be a bit before requests open once again as I'm still finishing some very old ones! Butttt Abby smut coming soon...

REBLOGS ARE EXTREMELY APPRECIATED

It was quiet, the cold fall afternoon keeping you inside, reading a romance book with your nail between your teeth. The moment intense between the two characters keeping you sucked into the pages inhaling the nice scent of the candles you'd lit earlier.

It wasn't late, but it wasn't early. You and Ellie spending your first day off just hanging about with each other, enjoying one another's presence while doing a few things around the small home.

It felt nice.

Not only that, your mind buzzed from the joint you had shared with Ellie just a few moments before. Deciding on cutting it off after you'd gotten fuzzy minded and a bit focused on other things, telling her to do the same before walking off.

You knew her better, but you weren't thinking too clearly.

Now you sat on the bed, knees pulled up, hands loosely holding the book to keep it propped up. It blocked your view of most of Ellie's room, especially the end of the bed. Your girlfriend having been sitting at her desk before appearing at the foot of the mattress watching you silently as you flipped the page.

"Y/n."

You didn't even hear her in the moment, continuing to read the lines while biting on your painted finger, eyebrows furrowing at the plot and the way the characters spoke back and forth.

"Y/nnn..." She dragged it out this time but still it went unheard by you despite the silence of the room, sitting in the same position while flipping the page once again, it was comical, or would be if Ellie wasn't so frazzled and crossing her legs over each other.

Then she got a bit desperate.

The bed dipped which you brushed off, until her head suddenly popped up underneath your book and between your knees. Green eyes finally meeting yours as you quietly giggled at her childish antics, moving so she could get closer to your face.

"What are you doing?" "You weren't answering me." "I was reading, thank you."

She smiled up at you, the whites of her eyes now resembling a bit of a cherry color complimenting the greens, but Ellie had gotten bashful and looked away.

Laying her head down right on your chest having decided to make herself comfortable; snuggling into your shirt and huffing like a bored toddler.

"What is it?" "Talk to me." "About what?" You laughed, trying to continue reading but it was hard when your girlfriend continuously shoved her face into your chest and then peaked up at you with a glare.

"Anything. M'bored." You hummed.

Dragging your nails through her hair continuing to read, a tiny groan filling your ears. Ellie then shifted once more digging her face into your neck, staying still for another moment hoping you'd say something else.

"Ells, let me finish this chapter and we can hang out, m'kay?" You could hear her mumble, allowing you to return back to your book before you began to feel little pecks feathering across your skin.

It made you smile a bit, laying your cheek against her head. Only knowing her to be endearing and to remind you she was still there while you read.

Again you flipped the page, continuing to read on. That was until the kisses turned into small nips along your neck.

Then as you finished the other side you felt her really take a big bite from the side, laughter tumbling from your mouth before you even got to process what she'd done to gain your notice.

"Stop it, I'm almost done you baby." "Y/nnnn..."

The little grumble and a few disappointed murmurers beside your ear finally caused you to turn to face your girlfriend. Grabbing your bookmark from beside you on the bed much to your frustration but adoration for the moron laying against you.

"Alright." You sat up and tossed the book onto the bedside table and leaned on your arm looking down at her laying back beneath you.

"Did you smoke more?" You quietly asked, bringing your hand over to push back her baby hairs from her face, then bringing it down to caress her cheek.

You knew the answer, you just wondered if she'd tell you.

"Yeah." She whispered, doe eyes staring up at you the entire time like a lovesick puppy while you dragged your nail across her jaw.

"I told you not too." You then stated softly, tucking her hair behind her ear while she mumbled out some excuse still admiring your face instead of hearing your words.

"You had more too." "But I don't get all discombobulated when I smoke."

You were high and so was she, you did it all the time, but you knew Ellie when she'd smoke, especially more than you'd give her.

And you knew how clingy she'd get and how much she'd bug you to be with her, and you never minded, you loved her, but she was Ellie.

Which is why you always cut her off, so the poor girl wouldn't send herself into a spiral because you had to leave to pee for a minute.

"You need to start listening to me more." You leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips, quickly pulling back to sit up nearly missing her disappointment.

"Babe." "What?" You peaked over your shoulder at her seeing her sprawled out on the mattress, shirt rode up and sweats low on her hops.

"Don't leave me." You laughed quietly, laying beside her on your pillows, face to face with the girl.

"Just take a nap, I'll be here when you wake up."

Ellie had other plans though, moving forward to kiss you, rolling her entire body towards your own.

"Ells.." "C'mon please.." She begged, kissing you once more while you smiled. "I told you not to smoke any more of it." "I won't." "Too late.."

She continued pushing at you though, continuing her small pecks to your lips. Swinging on of her legs over yours to keep you close to her while you only continued to smile down at the girl, silently teasing her about what she was doing and how badly she wanted you without quite saying it.

"You need to start listening to me." Your nails tickled the skin just beside her eye before you booped her nose. But it was like Ellie wasn't hearing you, instead kissing you once more while you pulled away with a chuckle.

"And be good." You grabbed her face to squish her cheeks, laughing as you did it when she gave you a face. "Got it?" She nodded while you pecked her squished lips.

But it quickly became more than just a peck, her fingers creeping up and underneath the bottom of her shirt before pulling it off to reveal her black sports bra.

"Way to ask for what you want." "Please?" You blinked a few times, trailing the collarline of her bra before letting out a sigh. Though you had already decided your answer a long while ago.

"You're lucky I love you."

Your hands the moved down to the strings of her sweatpants making sure you moved slowly letting the moment dwindle and her to wallow in the moment.

Untying them in a messy manner letting the pad of your thumb run along the waistband and graze her skin.

"After this you're taking a nap.." You smiled, dragging her pants down her legs to show off her matching boxers, leaning down to kiss and nip at her inner thighs. Her laughter filling your ears.

"Yeah, yeah." Ellie then jumped when you harshly bit at the fat of her skin, licking over it to help with the delicious pain she felt. "Don't start or I'll leave you like this." She didn't respond, a little noise passing her lips instead. "Can I take these off?"

You tugged at the leg of one of her boxers seeing her nod.

"You're so quiet when you're needy..."

You pressed a kiss to her knee, pulling down her underwear to finally expose her aching cunt. Her legs mindlessly widening when you tossed the garment away, laying down on your belly right between her two limbs to gaze at her.

Admire her.

"...aren't you?"

You teased, hearing her whine as her head lolled forward to look at you, green irises meeting your own.

"You should really stop smoking.." You giggled, leaning in as she went to give you another snarkish reply, instead her mouth falling open as you look a long stride up her slit.

One of her legs hiking itself up onto your shoulder, tongue swirling around her clit while her little noises soon flooded the small house.

Your grip creating white indents in her freckled skin as you continued to toy with her sensitive bud. Sucking harshly to get a louder response from her lips.

"Y/n..." She then whispered. "Maybe I'll get up and leave you hanging?" Your finger inched towards her hole, little 'no's' passing her lips at the idea you'd said out loud.

Your poor girlfriend so high she resorted in begging you to keep going, desperate as your first finger pushed right into her cunt. Pressing a light kiss to her clit earning a nice jolt from her body.

"Then you should listen to me." She nodded quickly, eyes stalking you while her mind prayed for movement. "Okay?" "Okay, please fucking move babe, please–" You grinned before moving back in, adding another finger while beginning to pump in and out. The tip of your tongue kitten licking her most sensitive part.

"Wider." You tapped her other leg causing her to move it a bit, but nonetheless you had to shove it aside making your fingers sink even deeper.

A throaty grumble coming from her mouth then a few girlish whines, her hand coming down to rest right on your head, short nails digging into your scalp but it didn't even hurt, it felt good as she tugged on your hair.

"You taste so good Ells.." "Fuck Y/n.." You went a bit faster, watching her face the entire time while keeping your tongue on her clit. "You look so pretty too."

Her shaky breaths and red face keeping the smirk on your face, adding a third finger into her, moving at a pace she couldn't keep up with. Thighs trying to close around your head but you wouldn't let them.

She hated it when you'd watch too, the way your fingers moved in and out and then you'd look back at her while you played with her clit.

It drove crazy.

"Aww, Ells, you getting close?" Your fingers rested on her lower belly, thumb pressing her clit for every time you came up to mock her again.

"Ye–yeah." You grinned at her jumble of words that followed the confirmation. Sweaty and sticking to her while fucking her to the point of her mind going fuzzy and foggy.

Reaching for you as she finally began to tip over edge letting out a much loader moan that sounded so whiney and melodical that it made you just have to lean up to kiss her, I mean you couldn't resist.

Still finger fucking her when you met her damp lips, swallowing up her sounds, the wet squelching sound coming from between her legs still so audible for you both.

Finally you pulled back, slowly leaving the place between her thighs. Moving slow, a few more quiet whimpers tumbling from her lips and out into the air.

You brought one hand up pushing her sweaty hairs from her sticky forehead and the then the other hand, placing your fingers in your mouth.

Forcing her watch you lick them clean before kissing her once more allowing her to taste herself on your tongue.

"You did so good Ells." You then kissed her forehead, holding her as she came back down and looked around with foggy, blown out pupils.

After a moment of quiet, of kissing her cheeks and tracing the pretty bridge of her nose. You whispered a few more things to her getting her cheeks to turn a light scarlett until you told her you were gonna clean her up.

Moving to go off to grab a rag and new boxers for her but the girl had other plans. Tightly wrapping her arms around your waist to keep you there.

"Babe, I gotta clean you up." She groaned instead of using words but nonetheless her grip was released, letting you leave and come back, going as quickly as you could manage.

"No more extra smoking, or I'm not being nice next time."

You spoke, spreading her legs to clean her up.

But she didn't answer, eyes flickering up to her face while you grabbed her fresh underwear. Seeing her half asleep, but her puppy dog eyes were still trained to watch you, even if she had no fucking idea was you were saying, only basking in you taking care of her.

"I love you, you know that?" "Mhm." "Good."

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