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queers-gambit · 6 months

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Not All That Glitters is Gold

prompt: during your engagement dinner, you learn from your fiancé's niece that he holds choice words about you. or finding out he calls you clingy behind your back.

pairing: Daemon Targaryen x female!reader

fandom masterlist: House of the Dragon

word count: 3.1k+

warnings: cursing, draaaama, mild angst, AU timeline technically, hurt and comfort (reader don't play those games i guess), relationship angst, half edited.

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His cloak was a shimmering beacon of golden glimmer even in the dark of night. It promoted an air of confidence and swagger, something independent from his usual cockiness. No, with that gold cloak, he walked as if the very air you all breathed was produced by him; being silent and domineering in his presence. It had been something you were initially attracted to, his alluring mystery and overwhelming stoic self-awareness.

He moved around the Throne Room like wings were gifted to his feet, carrying him with lithe movements to look as if gliding. All eyes were on him, whether out of admiration, jealousy, confusion, or lust - eyes followed him no matter where he went, no matter what he did, who he interacted with. You lifted the heavy gold goblet to your lips, taking a careful mouthful of wine before setting it down, swallowing, and standing from your seat at the banquet table.

You wanted your lover, so, you got up to satisfy your craving.

You approached him as he spoke to a pair of noblemen, slowing your gait to ease your arrival and not cause a surprise. Your dress was something a little more alluring, more revealing than you'd usually wear, and as you approached the men, the eyes not belonging to your new fiancé nearly bulged from their skulls.

Daemon turned his head and saw you, smirking as his arm opened and he welcomed you into his side. "I was beginning to wonder where you got off to," you told him softly, one arm around his hips as the other planted your hand against his chest. "The Aunties have descended and are becoming insufferable, I fear I needed reprieve."

Daemon grinned, sounding amused, "It was a matter of time before they found you. Stick with us, darling, the Aunties will stay away."

"They're about to serve dinner," you told him, "perhaps we should find our seats?"

He nodded, looking at the men he had been speaking to before you showed up. Daemon bid politely, offering no other explanation besides, "Excuse us, gentlemen."

They bowed out of their Prince's way, letting Daemon lead you toward the head banquet table (again) where his brother, King Viserys, was sitting with other prominent members of court. The night had been pleasant, everyone rejoicing in the upcoming nuptials between you and the Rogue Prince. For years, he'd been something chaotic and shunned; and after the passing of his first wife, Rhea Royce, he was like a kite cut from string. Loose and set adrift. Wild and out-of-reach. And then you came back into Daemon's life after not seeing one another since you were ten-and-six, and all of a sudden, the Rogue Prince was something more domesticated.

It was a refreshing change, albeit totally uncharacteristic for Daemon.

Viserys was the most shocked of them all, constantly praising you for whatever you had done to his brother to reel him into a controllable pace. He thought you and Daemon were perfect for one another, likened you two to fit-together puzzle pieces. The King had been more than happy to host the celebrations, starting with tonight, an engagement party! You had to play part of dutiful fiancé and upstanding citizen since you were to inherit a royal title; being poised and collected at all times with either a calm, passive expression or one of bright entertainment.

"Here, love," Daemon whispered, pulling your chair out for you. He waited until you were sat before taking his own seat, sighing when he glanced around the table only to settle his gaze on you.

"What's wrong, my Dragon?" You asked softly, leaning in to place your hand over his on his lap; pressed into his side despite the wooden chair arms between you.

"Just amusing," he mused, "most of these Lords and Ladies had much to say about my first marriage, and now, they break our bread to celebrate us."

"Cannot be the first time someone's tried to suck up to you," you chuckled, moving your conjoined hands in your lap. "The dragon does not concern himself with the opinion of the sheep," you advised smartly, "they only tolerate the sheep because one day, the dragon will need to feast - hmm?"

Daemon smirked, "When did you become so insightful, darling?"

"I've always been, you're just pussy-whipped now that I make a lot more sense."

He laughed, letting a servant pour your wine. In your ear, he mused, "Jest all you want, but you were meant to be a Targaryen. Once we are wed, I will plant my seed, and bind us together for eternity."

"Our marriage wouldn't doing exactly that already?"

"A child is more tangible - it's a bloodline."

You shrugged as a plate of blood-red lobster was set in front of you. Viserys truly went all out - giving a wide variety of foods to taste. "A marriage is for life, though," you countered.

"So is a child."

"Until they are married off."

Conversation continued, flowing easily between the family members and patrons of court. Viserys looked pleased, enjoying the celebration as his ailment often caused him grave pain and he could not attend events. He hardly had reason to smile, but when he watched you feed a bite to Daemon, he let his lips spread without thought. Queen Alicent clocked the King's expression, glancing at you and Daemon, then smiled fondly before reaching for her husband's hand.

Throughout the dinner, Rhaenyra watched you and Daemon with a bitter glare on her face; jaw locked and lips pursed. You ignored her obvious displeasure in favor of your husband, both too enraptured with one another to ever pay attention to the Princess' distain. When the meal was over, the dancing, mingling, drinking, and musical portion of the evening commenced.

And cake. Cake was to be served.

Daemon's golden cloak swept around guests as you both played dutiful host for your party, and mingled with those who arrived tonight to celebrate your upcoming nuptials. You did your best to keep up with the plethora of Lords and Ladies, like Daemon did so effortlessly, but it was a lot. You still held your own, but by Gods, there was a lot of people in attendance tonight and there was noway you could remember any names.

Thankfully, while Daemon was caught in a conversation with Ser Gerold Royce, you eventually made it to a small group of familiar faces: Princess Rhaenyra, Ser Harwin Strong, his brother, Larys, Lady Laena Velaryon, and her twin, Ser Laenor.

You graciously received the compliments, well-wishes, and joyful greetings of them all, but acutely noted the Princess did not offer even so much as a polite greeting. "This dress was made for you, it's just darling," Laena complimented, petting the bodice. "It must've cost a fortune."

"It was a gift from Daemon," you told her with a soft smile. "And the necklace, too! See?" You showed her, "He had it custom made, it's Valyrian Steel with embedded jewels."

"The perfect combination of your Houses, and a gorgeous piece of art to hang on such a gorgeous neck," she praised, but it was Princess Rhaenyra's scoff of annoyance that peaked your interest.

You thanked Laena Velaryon before eyeing Rhaenyra. "Princess?" You questioned. "If I may ask you something, plainly?"

"By all means."

"Have I... Upset you in anyway?"

"You mean beside my uncle spending the Crown's coin to buy you something exquisitely made; being a fleeting, lady interest of the Princes'? No, no, nothing's wrong," she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

"What is this distain you hold towards me - towards my relationship with Daemon?" You demanded, the alcohol in your system spurring you on despite knowing the looming consequences of offering a member of the Royal family sharpened words.

"Truly? You wish to know why I do not fawn over you as others?"

"They do not fawn, oh - " You stopped yourself, sighing deeply and correcting yourself, "Of course I wish to know what the issue at hand here is, Princess, I do not wish for ill-will between us. I wish to resolve this."

"In truth, I simply do not understand it, this - this sham of a wedding," she snapped. "Daemon might buy you pretty things, but it's only out of guilt."

"What guilt could he possibly - "

"He finds you overwhelming, overbearing, suffocatingly clingy. So, with his distain, he, too, felt fleeting guilt - being why he showers you with gifts, it's for his own conscious. But if you ask me why I host such distain towards this union, it is because I know my uncle is not happy with your overwhelmingly clingy behavior. He's voiced his displeasure many-a-time. Not just to me, but to the King and Queen, as well."

You felt shell-shocked, acutely aware of the lingering eyes of the audience around you. You worried: how many of them had heard this rumor, how many secretly pitied you? Finding your voice, you managed to squeak out, "I beg your pardon?"

Rhaenyra only shrugged, "You asked, I answered."

"I see," you cleared your throat. "And your answer is that my betrothed has, what, started to slander my name behind my back?"

"Indeed. His chief complaint is how you seem to cling to him more and more, and he doesn't have the heart to push you away more than he already has. You're the one daft enough to not take a hint."

"And where do you get your information from?"

"Daemon, himself."

Your mind raced with all the little things: how Daemon would release your person during public events, avoid physical touch, ignore you sometimes, shut down your woes (call that gaslighting), how he stiffened at times you took his arm, how he seemed to shut down and only offer bored 'mmhms' when you spoke to him about your life. Your heart sank to your feet as you realized there were some truths to Rhaenyra's words.

You nodded slowly as Daemon chose that moment to approach your awkward group. His arm slithered around your waist, but you were silent as the grave and stiff as the corpse in said grave. Your mind raced with the idea that Rhaenyra could just be fucking with you, but the also with the idea that all she said was true.

"I'm going to retire for the evening, I've a headache," you told Daemon, finding an easy way out of his grip, "but you stay, enjoy the celebration. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I am just tired."

He agreed and gently kissed you - sure to remain modest but still affectionate. "I'll visit you tonight," he muttered in your ear.

"No, I am truly tired," you told him softly but sternly. "We'll see each other tomorrow."

He hummed, "Then I shall walk you out - "

"No, you're needed here to save face. Go, mingle, play nice," you dismissed him. "I'll see you tomorrow."

You bid whoever you came across a good and safe night; thanking them for their attendance tonight. After thanking the King for hosting the party, you disappeared, taking a few secret passages to avoid the main hustle-and-bustle of the feast. When you arrived in your room, you slammed the door, bolted it, and leaned against it for a good long moment. Your mind was reeling with all kinds of thoughts regarding your intended, his niece, all of it suddenly feeling very overwhelming.

You were exhausted, so, you swiftly stripped, unpinned your hair, refused your maid's help, and soaked in a long, hot bath. After, you settled into bed with a book, and tried not to overwhelm yourself with the anxiety tomorrow would bring.

About an hour later, you heard Daemon knocking at your passage door. You paused, not making a sound, hearing his muffled voice, "Love? My love, are you awake?"

You didn't answer.

"Please, sweet girl, let me in," he begged quietly.

When you wrenched the door open, you seethed, "NO!"

"What - ?"

"I heard plenty tonight from your niece. In your moments of frustration, you know what? Sure, complain about your woes - but to find out you call me clingy when in regard to my affection - that's not something I'm going to be happy hearing, Daemon!"

"I know, but let me explain - "

"What? What will you say? That you just needed someone to talk to? To vent your feelings? I get that - I really do. But you fully offered slander to my name, to our relationship; to who I am as a partner. Your poisoned words of your irritation is soaked into your family, in the courts. And now, I must endure the pity those will offer knowing my husband truly holds distain for me!"

"No, you've got it wrong, I don't - "

"Then why!?" You demanded, voice cracking. "Why say those things? Why not come to me and communicate you're not comfortable with this and that behavior!? I won't know unless you tell me, so, instead of talking your shit to the courts and your family, why not just speak to me!?"

"I should have!" He admitted quickly. "I should have, I know that, and it was my mistake, my love. But I regret it, I regret feeling so, so - I don't know! Sure, let's call it frustrated, irritated, I don't care, I just needed it off my chest!"

"I understand that fully, but being as we're to marry one another, I should be the one listening to you when you need something off your chest. You should talk to me. And if I'm the one you need to speak about, choose more trustworthy confidants that do not need further reason to despise me!"

"What're you...? What? What does that mean?"

"Rhaenyra, Daemon! Your niece, Rhaenyra! Every-fucking-thing you've said to her, she remembers, and holds it against me! You forget, when you speak to family about the woes of your relationship, that's all they remember. You get to make up with me, we get to move on, but because you needed t'vent to them, that's what they can hold against me. Do you even wish to marry me, still!?"

"Of course, I do!"

"Then something needs to change," you deadpanned, exhausted by this. "I refuse to be belittled, spat on, and disrespected by your niece any longer."

"I will speak to her."

"Yes, you will! This is far too out of hand! She has weaponized your frustration to drive a wedge between us, and she chose a public event with an audience to lob it all at me!"

"What truly happened with Rhaenyra? What was so bad?"

"Daemon, she called me out for 'being clingy' in front of an audience! At our engagement celebration! Do you know how humiliating that was!? I'm more embarrassed than angry!"

He nodded, "I'll handle this. I swear, my darling, this will be resolved."

"You know what?" You breathed. "Do whatever you please because I've realized something. Not only did Rhaenyra spew our business to others, but you... You said it in the first place. You said those words..."

"Out of anger - "

"But you still spoke them!"

"I was foolish to do so!"

"You are a fool for many reasons, Daemon, but this is one act I am not willing to forgive so blindly. Wear your jester hat all you'd like, but it will take more than pretty words to make this up to me."

"I'll do what it takes to fix this." He tried to step into the room with you, but you held your ground in the doorway. "My love, please, how can I make it up to you if you do not let me in?"

"You must find any other way to do this because there's no chance in any of the Seven Hells that you share my bed again - married or not." You offered him a look of distain, musing, "You know what, I've decided: I simply don't care what you or your family thinks. I am extremely proud of who I am, and there's not a soul alive that can make me feel lesser than. Your words hurt, they cut deeper hearing it from the Princess, but that's simply your opinion," you eased. "I refuse to modify myself, but it's good to know you don't like my affection - I can always reserve it for whoever I choose to warm my bed. What was it you said?" You quipped venomously, "Marriages are political arrangements?"

"Not ours," he snapped.

"Oh? We're so different, are we?" You laughed.

"Of course we are, there's nothing I'd change. Hear me? Nothing," he sounded angry. "I was a fool to speak out of term, but you're right, I should talk to you about it - I am simply unequipped to having a wife I've chosen."

"Oh, spare me - "

"It's true," he insisted, "what woman in my life has loved me as you do? Has encouraged me to be so - so - loving and safe?"

"Apparently, I've been clingy and not as encouraging as I thought."

"I spoke out of turn," he insisted. "You're right - I can't go and take back what I've said. But I will do all I can to ensure I change their opinions on you, to mop up whatever verbal mess I've made."

You laughed without humor.

"And I will set Rhaenyra straight about all of this, I will ensure she knows that there's no room for such tension, jealousy, hatred."

"You swear to clean up all your messes?" You wondered earnestly.

"I swear."

"Good," you mused, "after that, how do you intend on rebuilding my trust?"

Daemon blinked, "You do not trust me anymore?"

"Of course not," you assured, "not since finding out how you speak of me so hatefully without my knowledge. That's where trust comes in, Daemon, but you proved me wrong, and now, that trust is gone."

Daemon looked confused, mouth opening and closing rapidly, shaking his head, "No, no, no, love, don't do this. We're okay, all right? We're fine, things with us - we're fine. We're okay."

"Saying it doesn't make it true."

"Do not tell me," He snapped. "H-Have I lost you?"

"Mhm. Not saying you can't fix things between us, but as of now, there's nothing about you I can trust."

"And if you cannot trust me, can you love me?"

You paused, considering his words. Honestly, his betrayal was something that hurt worse than anything you've endured before. "I'll have to think about that one," you whispered. With a saddened look, you hugged the door, sighing, and bid, "Goodnight, my Prince."

"My sweet - don't shut me out. Don't do this."

"Find a way to make this all up to me," you demanded, "because I'd hate for either of us to eventually resent this marriage, too."

He tried to argue but you shut the door on him forcefully; loudly locking it from the inside to prevent him from following you. You felt yourself brimming with anger, but nothing was like the betrayal coursing through your heart and veins. There was no sleep that night, there was a lot of tears, a lot of pacing, and a lot of grumbling to yourself.

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HE LIKES MY AMERICAN SMILE ━━ OP81.

love is a wild ride, and logan sargeant's sister is about to find this out the hard way.

( oscar piastri x sargeant!reader )

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f1paddockgossip_official Y/N Sargeant, sister to new Williams driver Logan Sargeant, makes her F1 paddock debut this weekend at the Bahrain Grand Prix! With such a bright demeanor, it was hard to miss her! It's only the first race of the 2023 season, and we hope to be seeing her around more often.

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punksocks · 9 months

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Astrology Observations No.22: Lilith Edition Pt.2

*just based on my experiences only take what resonates

-Lilith house could show why someone wants to possess and “tame” you :

In 1st you just exude Lilith energy and a lot of mascs see that as a challenge -a challenge they want to feel dominate over (a fool’s fallacy tbh); 2nd your physicality is striking and they want it all to themselves; 3rd your fierce intelligence and academic reputation; 4th your nurturing abilities and how you exude dark femininity but you could be someone who could take care of them; 5th you seem totally wild and carefree and you know how to have fun; 6th your health and your passionate work ethic that make you come across as unstoppable; 7th I thought of that lyric “I’m so indecisive/ you can’t cuff me but I’m wifey” a lot of people see you as someone that will balance them out perfectly; 8th your s*x appeal and how your raw energy seems totally intoxicating; 9th your worldly air and how no one can stop you from speaking your truth; 10th your polarizing but memorable and powerful impact in public- you give off boss babe energy in such an effortless way; 11th how you seem like you have a lot of haters or ride or die friends; 12th your addictive aura and otherworldly untamable energy.

-Lilith conjunct your Lilith in a sex symbols chart could make you feel inspired by their style/attitude - by sign or house placement (A BUNCH of femmes I look up to have Lilith conjunct MC too)

-Lilith in Libra is a strong feminist placement- it’s the way they strive for balance even when it can be seen as taboo (Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez has this placement and it’s conjunct her Sun, Mercury, Mars and MC !)

-Lilith in fire signs (Aries, Leo, Sagittarius) tend to be feminists too. (It’s the “there’s no man alive who can tell me what to do” principe in their attitude)

-(light TW) in general I feel like Lilith harsh aspects, and like Lilith in hard signs (Scorpio, Capricorn, etc) and houses (8th, 12th) can make the native wary around men, usually after trusting the wrong one :/ (whatever happened was never your fault and that wrong one was just a a bad guy, I’m sorry)

-Hell I’ve had -dicey- experiences with -not so great guys- so I’ll also note that to a lesser degree it can apply to fixed Lilith signs (Scorpio, Leo, Aquarius, Taurus), and Lilith harshly aspecting 1st/7th/10th and maybe 4th.

-I totally almost got a sugar daddy a lifetime ago lol but I got afraid of getting human trafficked lol and ran off in the opposite direction Lilith square/opposition Asc bby (I’d guess Lilith conjunct, trine, and sextile Asc/2nd/10th would roll with this more easily if they wanted to)

-Said it an 18+ post, but it’s not an adults only observation imo - other girlies with fire/water Lilith placements have guys hit on them when they’re upset? (I used the example of like getting lost and heading to meet my family and an older guy tried to get me to go to his hotel room, but also more recently I -temporarily- lost my wallet and while I was searching in a panic not one but two guys hit on me :x like you’re not helping dude wtf)

-the element/sign of your Lilith can reflect someone’s sort of shadow reactions to you

Lilith in Aries could make a lot of guys compete with you; Lilith in Taurus would have someone try to buy their way into intimacy with you/try to control your finances; Lilith in Gemini would make a lot of people jump to correct you/undermine your intelligence; Lilith in Cancer could have people force you to nurture them in a sort of motherly way; Lilith in Leo could make people compete with you for attention or at worst try to trick you into having kids; Lilith in Virgo could point to people trying to micromanage you and restrict your routines; Lilith in Libra could point to people trying to tarnish your beauty and throw you off balance/force you to balance them out; Lilith in Scorpio can be scary because it points to people trying to force themselves on you/s*xually dominate you or causing your trauma in general; Lilith in Sagittarius could point to people trying to restrict your freedom/force religion on you; Lilith in Capricorn could mean that people try to sabotage your work reputation/public image; Lilith in Aquarius could point to others trying to restrict your uniqueness and trying to dull your outstanding qualities; Lilith in Pisces can point to others trying to get you addicted to substances/attacking you with their negative energy.

(I have Lilith in Leo and now years after I settled down I’ve finally realized that a lot of guys that made jokes about having kids with me and getting me to skip birth control and running off an eloping …we’re not joking) (yikes, bullets dodged)

-Ok bc we live in a society I feel like the constant overarching theme with strong Lilith energy is less that it’s bad when a dude likes you and more that some guys get so into you that they’re obsessed and also hate you but will still do anything to trap you and when men don’t need any incentive to act out, that’s so scary. Like it’s power that cuts both ways.

Now, of my favorite pieces of obscure art as a Lilith girly :0 (Thank you for asking me about this @corvoidea!)

-Zola: a str*pper meets a potential best friend and the chick tries to highkey human traffic her, it’s insane and based off of a true story (the aesthetic and everything are so good too, it’s one of my favorite movies)

-Sanctuary: this movie just came out this year but I love it so much?? It’s about a s*x worker whose main client wants to fire her because he’s about to inherit his dad’s company. And she fights back. Unexpected ending. Sort of a Lilith love story. Really funny through out.

-Paprika: my favorite animated movie? Ever?? It’s about a scientist and her alter ego that moves in and out of dreams, solving people’s subconscious problems. Then the dream tech gets stolen and things go haywire. A visual marvel fr.

-Cabaret: a movie musical about the cabaret scene in 30s Germany through a club singer trying to love to good life as things get darker all around her.

-Chicago: Another great musical all about getting famous from m*rder because of the protagonist’s feminine ways. (so good, the music is just *chef’s kiss* and Queen Latifah is in it!)

-Crazy Ex Girlfriend: a musical comedy tv show, it’s like a fun deconstruction of trying to live like you’re in a romcom. (So it’s really about mental health and all that, and it’s funny!)

And some songs I love:

Girls is all about just vibing and embracing that divine feminine

I got really into feminist punk rock (aka Riot Grrrl) when I was like a tween finding out how I wanted to express myself, I always recommend Sleater Kinney and Bikini Kill. This song is like Madonna vs Wh*re and I love it :

-idek how to explain this song lol but it’s soooooo gooood

The singer from Bikini Kill started a different band that’s also so cool and punky:

Omg this song about dealing with a f*ck boy and bonding over it I love this song:

I love how Junglep*ssy says /Ain’t a damn thing A man think gonna drive me crazy/ (Google these lyrics they’re everything and the song is a vibe):

This is my song for when I was running around with dudes I thought were tolerable enough but not great lol, I literally played this song for my friends once in college and I was like Ah, yes my creed lol (I got nicer, it’s still a fun song) :

The lyrics: /I wanna hold a seance For every heart I’ve broken Put them all in a room And say “get over it”/ and the lyric /And when I first met you I wanted to kiss you And I I wanted to need you And now I’m forgetting why I tried/ (so good):

A song to describe some of the -weird behavior- I’ve caught lol, cathartic to hear tho:

#astro observations #astroblr #astro notes #astro community #astrology #lilith astrology #astroloji #lilith aspects #lilith #spotify

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auras-moonstone · 10 months

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OMGOMGOMG WHAT IF JACK CHAMPION X READER AND LIKE THEY ARE READING FUNNY THIRST TWEETS AND ITS FUNNY BUT JACK IS A LITTLE JEALOUS BUT YESSS I LOVE YOUR WORK BAE🤍🤍🤍

hi, thank you sm!!🤍 this was really fun to write, hope you like it!

i’m so chill, but you make me jealous — jack champion

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pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

summary: y/n and jack are invited to read thirst tweets and jack gets a little jealous of the compliments his girlfriend receives.

“HI! I’M Y/N Y/L/N AND I PLAY JULIET ON SCREAM 6” the girl said to the camera with a big smile.

“And I’m Jack Champion and I play Ethan Landry on Scream 6” he did a little wave while showing his perfect white teeth.

“And today we’re here with Buzzfeed to read…” Y/N said, waiting for his boyfriend to finish the line.

“Thirst tweets! I’m scared, Twitter is one wild app” Jack chuckled.

“I love twitter” Y/N told the cameras, emphasising the word ‘love’.

“She really does, she spends hours on it. And sometimes I can hear her laughter from the bedroom when I’m in the living room” he smiled, looking at her in adoration.

“People are very creative in there!” she defended herself. “Anyways, let’s start this!”.

it’s just rude how jack champion walks around being cute and i’m not there to witness it

Jack smiled “That’s actually really adorable. Thank you so much!”

“It’s honestly ruder when you actually witness it because you can’t just comprehend how someone this cute exists” Y/N said faking annoyance.

“Aw, stop it. You’re making me blush” he let out a nervous laugh, covering his face.

“My favorite hobby: making my boyfriend blush” she’s smiled proudly.

PLEASE I WOULD DIE FOR JACK CHAMPION AND Y/N Y/L/N I DONT THINK YOU UNDERSTAND THE GRIP THEY HAVE ON ME I’D GLADLY WALK OVER HOT COALS CARRYING THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD IF IT MEANT THEY’D BE HAPPY

“I just love how supportive people are about our relationship. Like, especially the fans, they’re always sending us adorable messages and commenting how we make them happy. Honestly, thank you so much” Jack said in a grateful way.

“Yes, they are awesome! And you don’t have to do that to makes us happy. Just send us fan edits of us with Taylor Swift songs, and we’ll be the happiest!” she winked at the camera.

y/n y/l/n in scream 6 is so fine, like she could gaslight gatekeep and girlboss me and i would let her

“Thanks! I guess… man I love this! My self-esteem is going to be on the fucking sky once we’re finished!” Y/N laughed.

“I don’t know how I feel about people thirsting over my girlfriend… but at the same time I get it, look at her!” Jack said, turning his face to look at her profile. She truly was an angel—inside and out. And he honestly, even after a year of dating, still can’t believe how lucky he is.

jack champion has the cutest smile ever i cry forever

“I feel you!” Y/N said loudly. “He says he never had braces but I don’t fucking buy it. No one naturally has that million dollar smile”.

“Thank you for the compliment. And I swear, I never had braces”

“I don’t buy it, but okay. I love you so I’ll let you gaslight me”

y/n y/l/n could stab me 781 times and i would still be screaming thank you!

“Woah! You have some serious kinks, but I won’t judge you” Y/N laughed.

“Y/N! Oh my god” his boyfriend laughed. “I honestly don’t know how to take this tweet, let’s just quickly move on”.

if you don’t find jack champion hot, you’re lying!

“I mean, everyone has a different type, so” Jack shrugged.

Y/N rolled her eyes “Bullshit. You’re everyone’s type. If you know someone who doesn’t find him hot, send me their address, I just wanna talk”.

“I love you” Jack laughed, kissing her knuckles.

“I love you too” she smiled.

no one talks about scream 6 without mentioning how hot jack champion is

“I mean, it’s true! I think we all felt some type of way during the train scene… and when he took his mask off???? I forgot how to breath” Y/N said. She will never shut up about how gorgeous his boyfriend was, because his factions were just too good to not be talked about.

“I’m starting to think you sent these tweets, love”

“I didn’t. But you know what? I’m opening a Jack Champion fan account to tweet about your pretty face every day”

“I’m honoured” he laughed. Jack just loved how she was always complimenting him, it made him feel really loved by her.

i would let y/n y/l/n split me in half like a pistacho send tweet

Jack widened his eyes “Can we leave now?”

“No!” Y/N laughed.

“I feel like every tweet gets dirtier and I won’t be able to handle it”

“Are you seriously jealous about some random people on the internet?” Y/N chuckled “You’re so cute. Thanks for the tweet, by the way! But I have a lovely boyfriend who would definitely not appreciate me doing that!”

“That’s better” he smiled proudly.

i want someone to look at me the way y/n and jack look at each other

“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard” Jack said, touching his chest.

“We really are part of those annoying couples who can’t keep doing heart eyes to the other. And honestly, I’m not even embarrassed by it, I love loving my boyfriend”.

y/n is so fucking fine i hope her cheetos are FLAMING HOT like her

“And we’re done!” Jack said, doing one big loud clap. “Thank you for watching!”

“Thank you for the compliment and sorry about my jealous boyfriend. Thanks for watching, don’t forget to like and suscribe!” Y/N gave one last grin to the camera before it stopped recording.

“Everybody wants you” Jack frowned, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N laughed “Sorry for them then, because I only want you. Now, can we go to the dressing room so we can make out?”

Jack nodded, and Y/N swore she had never seen him run so fast.

buzzfeed here you go! your favorite couple reads thirst tweets! ❤️

y/nxjack this should be called “y/n and jack read thirst tweets while thirsting over each other” tbh

y/nslover omg the cheetos tweet is mine!!! y/n.y/l/n you are the love of my life

jackchampion no she’s not she’s mine🤬

y/nslover jackchampion can you fight??

jackchampion y/nslover WHY WOULD I FIGHT SHE’S ALREADY MY GIRLFRIEND I’M GOING TO BLOCK YOU

y/n.y/l/n i love you you’re a sweetheart y/nslover 💕 JACK STOP IT OMG

devyn_nekoda i love how jack’s jaw clenches more and more as the video goes on😭😭😭 by the way, the pistacho tweet… i relate

y/n.y/l/n tell me time and place gorgeous :)

jackchampion we are over y/n.y/l/n

y/n.y/l/n okay jackchampion

jackchampion NO BABE I WAS KIDDING I LOVE YOU DONT LEAVE ME y/n.y/l/n

#jack champion #jack champion x y/n #ethan landry #jack champion fluff #jack champion x reader #jackchampion #jack champion imagine #jack champion oneshot #scream iv #ghostface #jack champion fanfic #ethanlandry #scream 6

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alwaysonf1 · 7 months

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lewis is doing what?

Pairing: Charles LeClerc x Hamilton!OC

Genre: Slice of Life; Fluff

Word Count: 3k

Warning: Changes in the timeline for the sake of the story.

Rating: PG-13

Author's Note: This is my first F1 fic, which makes me nervous so why not start with a series.

Many Drive to Survive haters like to pretend everything that comes from the show and what it’s about are beneath them. That they couldn’t possibly care, and that the only important thing is the race on Sunday. And yet the day after the latest season drops you can find them amongst the chaos trying to figure out what the hell were all those hints about a new form of content that F1 plans to release.

Interwoven with the usual storylines and mild dramatics there was a lot of talk about how drivers show their families the support they’re given. How they show up for them in their careers and bits of their lives. It was weird at first, but then it sent off alarm bells when an almost fourth wall breaking moment happened where the Netflix team was blatantly dismissed.

“I think we have this one Netflix, but thanks for the help.” Those were the exact words spoken by the head of marketing as she closed the door to a room where you get a glimpse of team paraphernalia but see no faces.

Every social platform that you can find an F1 fan on has it trending and the conversations (and screams into the void) are fast paced. But Twitter is where the real unhinged and brain cell losing behavior is happening.

And the most accurate guessing.

Almost everyone within the community is discussing what that snippet could mean. Is it the end of DTS as they know it? The end of it completely? Are F1 and Netflix severing ties? Will F1 be taking over? Is this some little game they're playing with their viewers to keep them tuned in? Is it something completely different? What the actual fuck is going on?

In the middle of those questions are those who think themselves a genius or are delusional enough that they can’t help but form some wild ideas of what’s to come.

Someone must be retiring. Multiple people are retiring. There’s going to be a reality show ala Keeping Up with the Verstappens, where everyone learns that Max’s little trauma dumpy memories with Jos are just the surface level of how insane that man is. Someone is getting married. Someone is getting married to another driver. A nepo baby is going to become the “voice of the fandom” and host a show about the drivers during race weekends and it’s going to be all the wrong things. A dating show for all the singles. A behind the scenes at the lives of drivers and their families, but like Family Feud. And the penultimate dude bro dream of them getting to spend the season hanging out with drivers and get confirmation that their toxic thoughts that alienate most of the fan base is true.

After about twenty-four hours it all dies down. Everyone is still wondering, but they don’t feel like they’re losing their minds while they try to be the one who can say they were right when they news drops.

As if timed, the second that F1 drops in trends the F1 admin drops a graphic with the faces of six people who are clearly positioned like the thinking face emoji on every platform that they use. In the captions it says: Week in the Life - Sibling Edition.

If Twitter was home to the first wave of screaming, it belongs to Tumblr the second go round. Everyone is so excited for the content that someone must have thrown up from how aggressively happy they feel. Everyone is talking about who they want it to be and what content they’d love to see from which sibling. Those who make gifs are especially excited to get everything they can, though they won’t be outdone by those whose brains and fingers will be entities on their own once they get hold of a singular moment that will inspire the fic of everyone’s dreams.

Those who always have something negative to say are there as usual, but they aren’t as loud or upset as they often are. Being nosy doesn’t stop just because you want to pretend that you only care about the race, as if someone doesn’t have a file of screenshots from all the times, they’ve attacked the character of a driver for something not race related at all.

The reaction to this is the kind that instills faith in what is being done. The kind of thing that tells all the upper management who didn’t like it that it was a good idea, but also puts a certain bit of weight on the content team. They need this to deliver. Need to keep the hype, especially since the first episode doesn’t drop until the start of December and they’ve already recorded half the series so a failure could stop the rest.

So once the Singapore GP ends, Daniel Ricciardo’s face is no longer gray. You get to see that goofy smile and wink. You’d think they told everyone he was getting a permanent seat with a three year contract with the reception to it.

It’s Charles Leclerc for Japan.

Lance Stroll for Qatar.

Carlos Sainz for COTA.

Alex Albon for Mexico.

And coming off his first P1 of the season, Lewis Hamilton for Brazil.

For the next week or so if a tweet isn’t about excitement, disdain, or shock in regard to this new F1 exclusive content, it has a certain main character at its center.

#charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc x black!reader #f1 x reader #f1 x black!reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x black!reader #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fan fiction #f1 fanfic #f1 fan fiction #f1 imagine

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cameronspecial · 16 days

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Hey, I've got this Christmas edition idea featuring Rafe and the reader.

Y/N, despite being surrounded by family, has always felt a sense of loneliness during the holidays. Everyone else seems to bring someone special, leaving her feeling out of place. Struggling with nerves around her family, she longs to feel truly special. Enter Rafe, who not only joins her family's Christmas celebration but also makes her feel included, despite her initial expectation to include him. Rafe senses her anxiety around family gatherings, especially when her dad makes a hurtful comment about her taking too long to find someone. Picture her emerging from the encounter with teary eyes by the poolside

Crazy Christmas

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Bad Dads

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.5K

A/N: Sorry this is so late and it is no longer Christmas.

Masterlist

The holidays were always difficult for her. Now, that she is grown up, her siblings all have their own partners and are starting their own families, leaving her to be the odd one out at family gatherings. This year is going to be different though. She finally has a romantic partner to share Christmas with and it is all thanks to Rafe. She sits by the fireplace with her family, waiting for Rafe to come inside with the gifts they forgot in the car. “I gotta say, Y/N. It’s about time you got a boyfriend. I mean your younger brother got married before you for heaven’s sake. That isn’t how it should go,” Todd Y/L/N criticizes. It doesn’t surprise her that her father said something so critical. He is traditional to a fault and he doesn’t care if he hurts his children with his words. He is the reason why she hates coming home. At that moment, Rafe comes in with the bags of gifts and embarrassment overwhelms her. She didn’t want her boyfriend to witness her dad’s horrible treatment. Needing an escape and wanting to hide her tears, she storms out of the room to the pool outside. She is glad her family insists on spending Christmas at the Florida house.

The air is warm as she sets herself on the floor with her feet in the water. The sliding door screeches and Rafe joins her at the edge of the pool. Her head rests on his shoulder, “I’m sorry you had to see that.” Some tears drip onto his shirt; he wishes he could poof them away. He wraps his arm around her shoulder and brings her to his side, resting his head on hers. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault,” he whispers. “I’m sorry your dad is just as good of a father as mine.” She sighs, her fingers roughly twisting the skin at her bottom knuckle.

Rafe can practically hear the thoughts running through her head. His fingers lace between the gaps between hers and bring her hands up to his lips. She isn’t surprised by his soft petals. They should be if he uses her lip balm all the time. Her thumb traces his knuckles, “Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to come down here.” “Well, when we get married, we never have to if you don’t want to. We can stay in the OBX and make our own tradition for our own little family,” he promises. Her heart flutters at the future he has imagined for them. She squeezes his hand, “I want that. I want that very much.” He takes the ring on his pinky finger off and slips it onto her left ring finger. “Then marry me. Let’s go to the courthouse and get married,” he suggests, looking at her with hopeful eyes. She laughs, “Rafe, that’s crazy.” He shrugs and stands up. “I guess we’ll just have one crazy Christmas. C’mon, what do you say? Will you marry me?” A wild grin paints itself on her face and she jumps up to wrap her arms around his neck. “Yes! Yes! I’ll marry you. Let’s go right now,” she yells. He holds her hand to guide her back inside so they can go to his car. As she passes her family in the living room, they see the new tears running down her face. And while they assume they are caused by her father, she knows it is because she is excited for the future she is going to have with Rafe.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @thepatriarchykeychain @drewsmusee @starkowswife @maybankslover @forstarkey @loving-and-dreaming @magicalyoura @rubixgsworld

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #outer banks #rafe cameron imagine #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #outer banks x reader

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you-know-honey · 7 months

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The L rule

Part 1/2

Sodo/Dewdrop x f!reader

Summary: You know what they say about short boys...

Word Count: 1930

Note: bad english, the L rule is something that until now I have only heard in Latin America but if you are from other countries and have heard it, comment :).

"Yeah!" You squealed excitedly at your phone, you were in Aurora's room where a girls' night out and Swiss was taking place. Aurora had begged to be let in and well…no one can resist that smile too much and a blackmail of candys that Swiss had brought with him.

As a fun act in your pajamas, you had been logging into internet forums about yourselves, looking at fan edits, and overacting fanfic scenes, plus of course a LOT of Reddit gossip, and now you were trying to get into a group of theories about the band by idea of Swiss. You offered to take care of searching the forums, but the WiFi signal in the ministry is terrible, especially in the ghoul area, so you were lying on the ceiling of Aurora's closet, with the ceiling of the room at few centimeters from you, while the page loaded.

"I'm sorry Rain, I can't be with you" Cumulus posed as Sodo in a fanfic about him and Rain, the performance fell into ridiculousness and that was the funny thing "I am a fire demon, you are water, we are opposites, destined to never be together." He flopped onto the pillow fort.

"Love can do everything Sodo!" Cirrus responded with the same drama. They both read the lines from their cell phones. "Let me love you" Cirrus dramatized, dropping onto Cumulus in the fort and ending his excellent play amid laughter from everyone present.

"I almost cried," Swiss exaggerated while applauding as if he had seen the pinnacle of theater drama.

"Stay still!" Aurora scolded the ghoul and pulled her left hand back in, trying to finish polishing her nails.

The night was more than perfect, even though it was a 'girls' sleepover, the idea of the masks and manicure had been Swiss's idea, he had really committed herself to making sure everyone had a good time. They had eaten popcorn, pizza and done spicy food challenges, challenges that Cumulus had won.

"Girls, enter the forum" you said as you slide out of the prison between the closet and the ceiling, Swiss made space for you next to him as he waved his hands to dry the polish.

"Let's get this started!" Cirrus said, excited to hear the fans' crazy ideas.

They avoided all theories that had to do with Papa Tenzo since it was a nostalgic topic, it was funny how many tried to guess Montain's height, he had made edits about Swiss promoting toothpastes, or about Rain being a kawaii girl.

"Wait! See" Aurora pointed out on the screen.

Test Who is your Ghost Soulmate ¡Click Here!

Without asking permission Aurora clicked, they were stupid questions like: What is your favorite food? What is your favorite instrument? What is your favorite color? Favorite Ghost song? Etc.

The results were curious to say the least.

Cumulus result was Mountain and she seemed to blush a little as she sank into the pillows. Something that you guys didn't waste and joked about.

Cirrus was paired with herself, and in an exaggerated way she went for a hand mirror from among Aurora's makeup and kissed her reflection, definitely nothing better than being your own love of your life.

Aurora and Swiss's turns were fun, they both appeared as the love of each other's lives, they looked at each other and burst into laughter. Swiss put her arm around Aurora's shoulders. "Maybe in another life, dear" she said in a diva tone as she laughed and Aurora agreed.

When it was your turn everyone was curious, you completed the questions and waited a few seconds before the pixels showed an image of Sodo on the screen with a brief description of why he would be your soulmate:

'A wild boy who will get you out of any boredom✨, his hands work magic🔥, his name says it all.🥴 All good girls die for a bad boy like Sodo. You already know the L rule 😏'

You laughed nervously as you shook your head, there was no way the gremlin was your ideal soulmate "No, never that" you said between nervous laughs but the others only gave each other knowing looks, perhaps your insistence on denying everything ended up confirming it. “Come on guys, it’s just a silly test,” you tried to ignore him.

You and Sodo weren't very close, but on the part of the ghoul who always seemed to want to be away from you, you had even felt that being close to him drained his energy and you weren't really looking for that. So if Sodo was in the room you practically became part of the furniture and in the few times they had to interact you were always too stiff to be natural while you stammered vague responses or ran away from the room, leaving the ghoul somewhat bewildered. The group had interpreted those things as 'romantic advances' and if they were like that they would be the most pathetic romantic advances in the world.

"Stop guys, seriously, it's not funny. It's fake." It was actually funny, if you weren't the victim you would joke just like they do now.

"Of course it's funny, just look at you, if it weren't real, your cheeks wouldn't be as red as tomatoes" Cumulus took the opportunity to say.

"You blushed too!" You replied, you weren't expecting that attack from Cumulus.

"At least I can admit that Mountain is cute!" Cumulus said. Low blow for you.

You wouldn't deny that Sodo was cute, it was an opinion that you and millions of others shared, even in his demonic form, you had always thought that there was no way Sodo wouldn't look attractive. But he had to stay alone in your thoughts.

"One way or the other!" You raised your arms in a sign of peace. “Also, what the hell does the L rule mean?”

"I don't know" Aurora answered, looking at the others for answers but both Cumulus and Cirrus raised and dropped their shoulders.

"No idea girls" Cirrus said.

A small, almost imperceptible laugh escaped Swiss's lips and like owls they all turned towards him, smiling maliciously at each other.

"You know what it is, right Swiss?" Cumulus approached him with a tender puppy look.

"I won't tell them," he replied, but there was a small crack of weakness in his voice. If they pressed harder he would speak.

"But we invited you to our girls' night" Cirrus pouted and crossed her arms childishly, something very cute and she knew it.

"It's a boy thing" He responded, crossing his legs looking at the ceiling to avoid falling into the manipulative tenderness of the ghoulette.

"But you said you were one of us. We girls tell each other everything" you said in the sweetest tone you had, one that worked very well with Rain or Phantom. You leaned on her shoulder like a cat to be closer to her ear.

If an outsider saw the scene they would think it was some kind of satanic harem and not a group of girls trying to convince their dear friend to betray their gender and tell them the secret.

"If it's not the good way, it's the bad way." Aurora pretended to roll up the sleeves of her pajamas. "Girls, hold it down."

With evil smiles they all understood the plan, Cumulus and Cirrus held the legs and you held their wrists. Swiss writhed like a snake but it was impossible for him to get free.

"It's not okay! It's cheating!" he screamed as he tried to get away, laughter escaping him.

"Come on Y/N, you wouldn't do this to your good friend" he begged you with his cute smile.

"Sorry Swiss, curiosity first. Give it Aurora!" Swiss opened her mouth to say something but Aurora rushed over her stomach, beginning the torture.

Aurora's hands ran over the most sensitive areas of Swiss's body, causing him to tickle and laugh loudly and uncontrollably, as well as broken pleas for them to stop. The scene made the girls laugh.

"Confess!" You yelled at him between laughs.

"No," he replied. "It's a boy thing," Swiss gasped as he tried to take a breath, his chest rising and falling violently, tears beginning to escape from his eyes and roll down to his neck.

"We can do this all night!" Aurora hummed and she wasn't lying.

"I…" I gasp "Fuck it…Fine!" He gasped again but louder, "I will confess!" the tickling stopped abruptly letting him breathe properly after some endless minutes.

"Okay" Aurora stayed on him for a few seconds waiting for some sign of a lie but it wasn't like that. She raised her hands in peace and moved away from her stomach. You and the girls let it out too. Swiss wiped away his tears and took some time to get back to normal.

He stood up and grabbed a piece of paper and a pen from Aurora's nightstand before sitting back down on the cushions and scribbling a few things down. She ended up showing them an L on the paper, next to the vertical line she had written the letter 'B' and under the small horizontal line the letter 'D'.

"Any idea?" Swiss asked and the four shook their heads, Swiss sighed.

"What does 'D' mean?" you asked innocently.

Swiss smiled mischievously "This" he pointed to his own crotch.

You looked at his crotch for a few seconds before understanding, the blood went to your cheeks at a fantastic speed and you covered your face embarrassed to let your gaze go to the area of Swiss's body and everyone's eyes widened in surprise when they understood. They didn't need to look to understand.

"So if I have the page vertically and the B refers to the boy and the D refers to his… 'little friend', it means that the taller the boy, the smaller his 'D' will be, do you understand?" I explain Swiss as if it were a university class.

"But Sodo isn't that tall, the rule doesn't make sense then" Cumulus was the least uncomfortable of all, Aurora had a nervous smile, you and Cirrus covered half of your faces with a cushion each, absolutely embarrassed.

''Quite the opposite, my dear Cirrus." Swiss turned the page horizontally and changed the place of the 'B' and the 'D'. "As you see, everything changes, now the boy is small so his 'D' will be bigger."

If it could still be possible, your cheeks took on an even redder color. The girls let out a group "Ohhhh…" as Swiss threw the piece of paper against the door.

"Happy with the answer?" Swiss asked, crossing his arms, proud of his explanation. "I hope this betrayal of my gender merits some reward." She looked at her nails with feigned disinterest, before Aurora handed her a handful of candy.

"I was expecting something funnier, but it's okay," you said as you looked out the window, hoping that your blush would stop and that no one would notice.

"Forget it, let's do something interesting now" Swiss said, returning to the fun of a sleepover.

Swiss had finished singing 'London Boy' by Taylor Swift and had even tied the sheet of Aurora's bed around her waist as an elegant dress. You regretted not being able to record that moment. Now it was your turn. You spun the little spinner on the screen of Swiss's phone, it spun for a few seconds and stopped on 'I Love It' by Icona Pop. Your eyes sparkled with excitement.

A long night of talented divas was coming.

I hope you like it, I plan to write some "short" stories to cover my obsession with the band while I continue writing the fanfic.

#sodo ghoul x reader #sodo x reader #per sodomizer eriksson #sodomizer ghoul #nameless ghost #swiss ghoul #aurora ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #cirrus ghoulette #the band ghost #ghost #nameless ghouls #namelessghoulettes

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cosmos-coma · 1 year

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Hi!! Can I request an Eskel one shot where he fell in love with the reader (a Viper witcheress who is homeless since it disbanded) and he invites her back to Kaer Morhen for winter to introduce her to his brothers. She's also a great cook and the wolfs says she's a keeper. 😆

Vipers and Wolves

A/N: Ive never written a witcher!reader before, but it wasn't bad at all! I was hit with the comedic bug for this one, It's not super romantic all around but it is strong in found family!

Pairing: Eskel x Reader

Words: 1.9k

Warnings: Language, very quick editing

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It was in the heat of summer when you first met.

You had been laying under a great big oak tree as the rain pattered down around you. The fire warmed your face as you set a heaping pile of damp fuel beside it, hoping it would dry in time to use it. Stray raindrops fell like tears from the leaves above you, making you shudder as one lucky one slid right down your back.

“Ugh… stupid rain,” you complained to yourself as you set out your bedroll and started getting comfortable in your camp.

The sun was beginning to set when you heard rustling far off in the distance, towards the middle of the forest. You were right outside of a small town so it was probably just a human, but people don't usually travel through the thick of the forest either. Your viper head medallion confirmed your suspicions as it lay motionless against your chest.

You stood cautiously and drew your steel sword as the sound of breaking twigs got closer and closer. A large dark silhouette moved within your vision as the sun was now halfway sunk on the horizon. As they got closer you could see it was actually a man on a large black horse, with… two swords on their back? Is it possible you really found another witcher?

You couldn’t believe your cat-like eyes. So many of you were lost after the sieges. So many of your brothers and sisters were killed defending your home from the onslaught of humans, and even then they couldn’t succeed. Your old home now was a wasteland of rocks and unlivable walls that held no more life. All the books and research your school did on the wild hunt… gone save for you and the few survivors.

“ A fellow witcher.” You held your hand up in a friendly wave as you watched him dismount and come closer to the light of your campfire.

Your breath escaped you as you saw the warmth of his Golden eyes lit by the fire, they were soft in a way that you didn’t often see from others, let alone witchers. Deep scars ravaged the right side of his cheek, tightly twisting his skin in jagged ways and notching his slightly chapped lips.

“Ah, not every day you run across another witcher out in the field.” He smiled a bit as he nodded toward your swords. “Eskel, Wolf school.” He introduced himself and held out his hand. He seemed oddly trustworthy of you, but you suppose some people just have better judges of character.

You dropped your sword back with your other belongings as you shook his hand in return. “Y/n, Viper school.” you smiled a bit as you spoke and motioned to your camp. “You’re, uh- I guess you’re welcome to make camp here too… means I have someone else to collect firewood for me.” you laughed a bit, gaining a small smile in return from the broad man.

He shook his head a bit as his brow furrowed, “isn’t there a town just a few minutes ride that way? Why don’t you get a room at the tavern there?” He asked, taking a seat across from you at the campfire as you sat down on your bedroll.

“Can’t waste the money.” you said with a frown, “The viper school isn’t livable anymore so I have to hole up in a tavern all winter. I mean, I’ve found a nice place that’ll let me work to stay but, somehow money still seems to run far too thin by the end of the season so I need everything I can get.”

Eskel watched as you stoked the fire carefully and added another log. He wasn't sure if it was the scar that ran across your nose that seemed to highlight your features, or perhaps it was the way you spoke that found him feeling exactly at home. Maybe it was your subtle scent of lavender? No, no, it was your eyes for sure. Your eyes glowed in the firelight and danced with a fierce- yet gentle- determination, a dichotomy that Eskel rarely saw outside of his own eyes.

“Well… Do you mind having a guest at your campsite tonight? I’ll collect all the firewood you could ever need.”

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“Are you sure this is gonna be alright? I’m not sure…” You said as the tall standing walls of the Keep just crept into view over the hills. “They're not gonna be nearly as nice as you are, you're an exception…” You sighed.

“Oh, no. You’re right- they’re complete assholes, but I promise they’d never be like that to you. Not right away, anyways.” Eskel stifled a small laugh when you turned to scowl deeply at him. “I just mean to say… that as you become more like family they’re gonna treat you more like family. And that of course includes ruthless teasing from time to time.” He smiled and shrugged.

Though you were fierce and skilled as a Witcher- and among the few women in your profession at that- you knew that you were intruding on another school, someone else's home with different customs and you felt like you needed to tread lightly lest you be asked to return to the oncoming winter season.

It took the rest of the day to finally reach the Keep’s arching gate and ride your horses through. You put them away in the stables, absolutely taking the opportunity to meet the famed Lil bleater along the way.

A comfortable warmth washed over you as the doors to the great hall opened and a large fire crackled in the fireplace, warming the 3 men already inside. Eskel had told you more than enough about his brothers and his father figure. Geralt, the one with white hair and a scar down the eye who looks grumpy all the time, but can be cracked with a joke at Lambert's or Eskel's Expense. Lambert, smaller than the others and the stereotypical younger brothers, his heart lies in mischief and bomb-making. And finally, Vesemir, Who always- but especially after the sieges- stepped up as a sort of father figure to them and was always a little wary, but more than willing to give anyone a fair chance.

“Eskel… Welcome back” Geralt greeted and held his mug up to his returning brother.

“And friend..? Well, Hello..” Lambert said with raised eyebrows which quickly turned into a mischievous grin. Your fingers brushed Eskel’s hand before you could even think about it, inviting and asking for his hand to hold, to which he was quick to respond and intertwine his fingers with yours. You could tell it didn’t go unnoticed, but none of them said anything about it.

“And a Viper at that…Been a long time since I’ve seen any of you. I reckon there's even less of you than there is of us…” Vesemir observed out loud as he nodded and raised his hand in greeting.

“You’d be right on that… Letho is the only other one of us I know to still be around.” You said with a hint of sadness in your voice, unlike that of what was expected of a witcher, even less than that of what a Viper should be. You were all made to be ruthless and cold, but for some reason, it just didn’t seem to stick with you for very long.

“Well, welcome to the last of the wolves, I suppose. “ Geralt said with a nod to you, “we were all just arguing about whose turn it is to make dinner.”

Eskel sighed and set his stuff on the table, “I’m not doing that after a full day of travel. I vote Lambert.” he proposed, getting met with Lambert’s loud and offended scoff.

“What the FUCK, Eskel?”

Geralt’s serious exterior cracked as a smile slipped onto his lips and he turned to Lambert with a smirk. “Well, Lambert. That’s two votes for you, one for me, and Vesemir couldn’t give a shit. Sooooo…” he said with a short laugh.

“You guys are absolute dogshit,” Lambert complained, throwing his hands in the air in an exaggerated gesture.

Now it was your turn to pipe up, “I don’t mind cooking…”, you said, looking between the small group of men.

“Y/n, you don’t have to do that. We’ve just spent days on horseback, you should rest..” Eskel tried to argue, but you quickly waved him off.

“Nonsense. Part of my job at the tavern over winter was to cook for guests. I actually find it rather relaxing.” you said with a smile and a firm squeeze to his hand before you handed your pack over, “Which way to the kitchen?”

“I’ll show you!” Lambert shot up faster than he probably ever had for a task, and quickly waved you on towards the Keep’s kitchen. Once out of earshot of his brothers and father he quietly thanked you for taking over the dreaded task and showed you everything you could need.

It wasn’t too long before you were cooking up a storm and coming out of the kitchen with a sizzling pan and a steaming pot. Vesemir was kind enough to grab plates for everyone as the boys all began to crowd around.

“Hmm, smells better than Geralt's cooking…” Lambert commented as he wafted the steam toward his face.

“Fuck that, it smells better than Vesemir’s cooking..” Eskel dared to say in front of the old man. But it was true, you put all you had into this dish. You figured that- like with many people- a wolf’s heart lies within its stomach. Of course having a full shelf of spices available to you helped a lot, some even that you hadn’t seen in circulation for many years.

Without another word, they all quickly served themselves up and began eating. It was so quiet that you could have heard a pin drop all the up the stairs into the tower if you tried hard enough. Your nerves started twisting at your stomach as you got your own plate and still no one had said a word. Was it good? Was it bad? No, Lambert probably would have said so.

“This…” Vesemir spoke, the first word since everyone had been served, “This is the first time they’ve been completely quiet at dinner in over 50 years…”, he said with a warm smile, more than you ever thought capable of the older man. “Your great food has given me the one thing I never thought I’d have again. Silent company..” He laughed a bit, now turning to Eskel.

“She’s a keeper, you know that, right? If you show up next winter without her you’re gonna sleep in the stables.” Vesemir finished as he turned back to his plate. Lambert and Geralt mumbled agreements through full mouths and content hums as Eskel turned the slightest shade of pink.

“Yes, I understand. I don’t need your threats to keep her around though,” Eskel said with a small smile as he reached for your hand above the table, in full view of everyone else.

A smile spread across your face that you tried to hide as you took a bite of food, “Oh yeah, Eskel’s never gonna be rid of me at this rate…”

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Dark&Wild (4) When You Realized No One Was Coming To Save You

You are an interpreter for international idols, but you soon realized their lavish lifestyle came at a cost, and somehow you became the price. The man who came to collect had a special kind of vendetta, and you, so foolishly, sparked his interest.

Sorry for the delay, I was on my last edit and literally that night I tested positive for C0VlD :') but I'm back now and feeling a lot better

yandere loan shark!Yoongi x blind!reader x bodyguard!Jungkook x idol singer!Jimin x idol rapper!Namjoon x idol singer!Taehyung x detective!Hoseok x detective!Seokjin

TW: 18+ only, violence, guns, hostage, dubcon/noncon, reader manipulation, mind break, drugging, blowjob, reader is blinded before events that take place in the story, Jimin is an addict, Yoongi is a sadist

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Namjoon laid sprawled out on his bed, a pen twirling between his fingers, as you listened to his unfinished songs. He was always impressed at how you could pick up even the slightest changes in the melody. Tonight was no different, Joon was working on a couple of different beats, rapping over the high and punchy part of the melody, his deep voice acting as such a unique contrast. He’s repeated the same bars so many times, you start to whisper the last word of each bar with him.

“Cute.”

“Hmm?”

“Last show is tomorrow,” he grunts, scribbling lyrics down in his notebook.

You hum, “What’s wrong? You don’t sound happy about it.”

“You know how everyone is so excited for tour to end, but I...” he pauses, “can’t help but start feeling sentimental. This show could be our last…ever.”

“Hmm, yeah, but I doubt it,” you laugh, “If that song is going to be your next release, you’re going to have another amazing tour to look forward to.”

“Thanks,” Namjoon hesitates. “You’re not just saying that to make me feel better?” he asks accusingly.

You snort, “Nah. Whatever makes people stars, you’ve always had it. You’re that good, Joon,” you smile.

Namjoon closes his laptop, taking a seat next to you on his couch instead. He stretches out, arm lying over you. You lean into each other, not for anything other than comfort. It’s late, and you both should be tired, but jitters were always too high the night before a concert, and as neither of you liked using pharmaceutical or even herbal means to find respite, you relaxed with each other.

His finger ticks and touches your cheek, staying, arm pulling you in. “You’re being sweet,” Namjoon says, not fully convinced, “Jimin finally confess his undying feelings for you?”

You laugh, “Yeah right.” Jimin is probably holed up with a groupie as you speak. “I guess I am just feeling sentimental.” You tease, cuddling into his side.

Namjoon hums the melody in his head, fingers tapping on his cell, working through more lyrics. Having your warmth by his side relaxed him enough to work through the complicated rhyme schemes even on nights likes these. He would never admit it, but you were his muse.

“If that next tour does happen, I think…I’ll finally have enough,” you whisper, hopeful. Your quiet elation does not go unnoticed by Joon.

“I could write you a check for what you’re missing tonight, if you would just let me-”

“I want to earn the money on my own.”

“I want to earn the money on my own,” Joon teases at the same time, repeating the line you always say when he offers. You hit him playfully. “I know, but you’re so close! And then you’ll finally be able to see us perform!” Namjoon gets excited for you at the thought.

You laugh, leaning your chin on his chest. You wish you could see his face when you look up. “I would love that. But you also know I can’t do that.”

Namjoon sighs, you were too prideful of a woman. He couldn’t help but be enamored, it was one attribute in long list of things about you that annoyed him and made him admire you. But Namjoon had some tricks up his sleeves, you deserved a couple of “bonuses,” especially after such a successful tour, and especially because Namjoon couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t use some of his newly acquired wealth at his disposal to help out a friend.

That is where your memory of that night ends, you fell asleep against him, lulled by his soft humming, feeling safe in his arms. But your dream kept going…

“Once you get your sight back, what did you want to see first?” Namjoon asks.

You think. “I want to call my little sister, see what she looks like now,” you smile sadly.

“It will happen,” Namjoon holds you tighter. You nod.

“Is it conceited that I want to see what I look like now too?” you laugh into his embrace. “Actually see how my makeup looks like…see how bad I’ve been doing it all these years,” you giggle.

“No. Y/n...you’re beautiful.”

You laugh again, softer this time in disbelief. “Okay, now you are trying to make me feel better.”

His other hand moves from the couch to your thigh, surprising you. Namjoon shifts himself against you, head moving closer until you feel something soft against your lips-

You flinch, awake.

Yoongi’s hand pulls away from your mouth. “Good morning, little mouse.”

Sixty-three meals you’ve eaten alone in this room.

That meant it was twenty-one days without anyone to talk to, without sunlight, without a proper bath...

“Mr. Min?”

WHEN YOU REALIZED NO ONE WAS COMING TO SAVE YOU

“He says he’s honored that you came on short notice, Thailand welcomes you.”

‘Who is this man who thinks he speaks for an entire country?’ you think, already annoyed. No matter how upset you are, you are a professional. You keep the emotion out of your voice, translating exactly what was being said.

Yoongi grunts, walking with you loosely holding his elbow. “You’re not going to say anything back?”

You’re met with silence.

‘Ugh,’ you suppress the urge to roll your eyes. Translating for Yoongi was worlds apart from the charismatic idols.

‘Whatever,’ this is not a broadcast appearance, you didn’t have to impress anyone, especially not Mr. Min and his accomplices.

You listen to the stranger speak about the expansion of his establishments, how grateful he is for Yoongi’s loan, and his plans to open more locations across Thailand. You translate with minimum enthusiasm, quite the contrast to this stranger’s cloying excitement.

“Each new location will meet your requirements for trade,” you say in a monotone voice, ready to get this over with.

You walk through another room and are immediately assaulted with the thick smell of smoke, you grip his arm tighter. “And the border issues?” Yoongi asks.

“It’s been taken care of. You have the support of-” you swallow, stuttering while translating the man’s words, “-the Prime Minister.”

You hear the scrape of chairs and Yoongi abandons you, pulling out his own chair and taking a seat. You reach out for him until your fingers graze the familiar material of his jacket, holding onto his shoulder. His hand lands on top of yours squeezing in Morse code. Not only does his hand never leave yours, he interlaces your digits together.

You hear glass clinking together, the pour of alcohol while the men drink. “A few of my men will stay here to make sure the operation goes smoothly during our transition.”

“Jeon?”

“Just translate, girl.”

Even if you were angry, hated him, wanted to grab whatever bottle was on the table and smash it across Yoongi’s head, you were always the professional. You repeat his words in Thai, waiting for the man’s response.

“He says of course, great idea,” you resist the urge to roll your eyes. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Hold it.”

“I can’t-”

“You will regret it if you don’t shut up and just translate.”

The man looks between the both of you exchanging tense words, noticing Yoongi’s growing annoyance. “Is um everything okay?” he asks in Thai. “I have to go to the bathroom,” you answer him in Thai.

“What did you just tell him,” Yoongi’s tone changes only slightly, but enough for you to know he’s furious with you.

“Oh! Yes, my men can escort you there,” he stands up, snapping his fingers to hurry his men to move. Yoongi’s fingers tighten around your own.

“He says his men can take me to the bathroom,” you translate, feeling triumphant. Just get away from him, if there is even a one percent chance of escape, take it, y/n! C’mon, Yoongi should have known, really, that you would never go along with his plans…

Yoongi has a choice to make and very little time. He could tell Jungkook to go with you, one of the few men Yoongi trusted would be able to handle you without causing a commotion, but Jungkook was also one of the few men Yoongi trusted with his life, Yoongi needs him by his side.

Yoongi’s paranoia, which only grew stronger and vindicated the more powerful he became, was not going to let his most loyal man follow after a belligerent blind girl.

And Yoongi’s reputation is on the line. If he loses his temper and starts fighting with you how would that look? Yoongi has to tread lightly, he has to remain in charge.

He looks over to Choi, a young and ambitious recruit looking to prove himself to the man in charge. All Yoongi has to do is tilt his head and the man rushes towards your side along with a hesitant bar employee.

This establishment was not only a popular tourist bar but provided an ideal cover for moving money in and out of the country, a way for some notable politicians to embezzle their finances into offshore accounts controlled by Yoongi’s company. If you had the connections like Yoongi, it all became a pretty efficient operation.

Yoongi was building an empire and a little blind mouse wasn’t going to scurry her way in the middle of it and scare away the elephants in the room.

“You have five minutes.”

You will regret this.

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“What’s this place called?” you ask in Thai.

“Moonlight Blue.”

You feel something sharp against your side and a man speaking in Korean to keep quiet and keep moving. The bartender brings you to the bathroom, wearily offering you instructions, surprised when Yoongi’s man follows you inside. He could only assume they were being overprotective of you because you were a woman.

“Can I not get any privacy at all?” you hiss.

“Don’t act like you aren’t up to something.”

“What am I going to do, huh?” you wave your hands dramatically in front of your face.

You hear the cock of a gun. You’ve lost count at how many times you’ve heard it since being taken. “Use the bathroom or I will shoot a hole in your head.”

“Shoot me,” you reply, knowing him killing you would go directly against what Mr. Min wanted. “You think I want to be here translating? Do it, please, I rather die than have to deal with men like you-”

You’re pushed backward, hitting wall and porcelain. You try to reorient yourself too late, crashing onto the ground, and before you can stand back on your feet, Choi is doing it for you, hitting you hard in the stomach so you double forward, with another hard jab against your cheek.

You inhale sharply, your lungs burning as you suck in air. You must be in a one of the stalls, the way the walls feel like they are closing in on you, the way Yoongi’s man shoves you into a corner, his hand squeezing your wind pipe.

He lets go, stepping away to close the stall door on you as you gather your bearings, coughing out blood.

“There’s your privacy, Princess.”

You take a shaky step backwards, sitting on the toilet, trying to think, trying not to cry.

As you unzipped your pants, wincing as you touch your stomach, you ask yourself once again, how are you going to get away now?

And you have no answers...

...but you do know the words for taken and person and help in Thai.

...and there was blood dripping from your lip.

You open the door, holding onto the handle for support, covering your name and those three words behind your back.

---

“Is she okay?”

You were part of the entourage that moved with JTJ through airports, you remember the dangerous trek through the public to your cars. During their rise to fame and before the company had created a solid security protocol, you would experience what it was like to be overrun by zealous fans, the way they would push and shove you to get to the idols. It’s bad enough for everyone to try to navigate with lights flashing in their faces, but you, walking through unknown and unseen territory, all your other senses overwhelmed by screaming and pulling and shoving, it was terrifying.

The worst that has ever happened to you while working was pulled hair, the uncomfortable feeling of being pressed together like sardines, tripping and shoes crushing your fingers.

The first time it ever happened to you, you went through a full blown panic attack. But back then, you had Namjoon who gave you some water, let you curl up on the floor of their van, rubbed your back and told you to breathe. He apologized for his own fans, told you not to worry, that they’ve all experienced the overwhelming anxiety that comes with stardom. That was the worst thing that’s ever happened to you on the job until-

“I tripped, my apologies,” you speak in Thai, pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and licking off the blood from the cut where Choi’s knuckles hit.

You stood behind Yoongi again, translating in Korean what was asked and your response to Yoongi.

After about the fifth interview in a long shooting day with JTJ, you would start to run on autopilot. Translating took all your energy, and if you didn’t solely focus on each word, you would easily get lost. It happened once during a television interview...

You turned your head to the spot where Namjoon sat beside you and started talking in Tagalog instead of Korean. Due to the hosts and the idols speaking a mixture of English, Korean, and Tagalog, you were interpreting all three and made a silly mistake. You played it off with an apologetic giggle and head scratch and the audience laughed, the idols made fun of you, and you corrected yourself promptly. It became a cute viral moment, and that was that.

You got better at quick translations, it became easier to detach yourself and become like a machine, a well oiled part in the cogs that helped push the idols toward successful endeavor after successful endeavor. You knew how to ‘turn’ yourself off and on when you needed to-

“Eighteen mil baht projected,” you repeat in Korean.

“It should triple easily once the other locations are operational.” Yoongi responds and you repeat the phrase in Thai.

You try not to wince as you shift your weight, coughing to hide the pain. You hear happy murmurs, the man rattles on shameless compliments which you translate, remaining stoic, keeping your emotions off, on autopilot. You’ll worry about escape later, right now, you just wish to leave this situation, feeling as suffocated as you were in those crowds, as scared.

---

There is still a metallic taste in your mouth and a throbbing sensation at your temple as you find an empty seat in Yoongi’s plane.

The plane is still escalating when someone unbuckles your seatbelt, pulling you gently to your feet. You can’t help but grimace in pain. It must be the cabin pressure, sitting for so long and having to stretch your muscles as you stand again, you wobble as you’re pulled to the back of the plane.

Jungkook helps you sit down, and when you’re finally settled, you shove his hands away, pushing him in the chest away from you, tired of being manhandled everywhere you go.

Jungkook stumbles back, his eyes going wide, disbelief and anger flashing through his otherwise collected features as he looks to you and then his boss. Yoongi clenches his teeth, holding up his hand for Jungkook to just let it go for now.

You hug your body reflexively, waiting.

“How did you get that cut on your lip?” Yoongi’s deep voice asks.

“I tripped,” you say, repeating what you said before.

Of course Yoongi knows you’re lying. Choi had told him everything without hesitation. He will deal with him for touching you without Yoongi’s permission, just like how he’ll deal with you for trying to challenge him during a deal. But why are you lying?

“Why are you protecting someone who hurt you-”

“I’m not protecting him,” you huff. You just did not want any attention being brought to that bathroom, at least not until someone can find your message, and hopefully contact the authorities. “What do you want me to say?”

Yoongi catches himself before he starts screaming. “You are a good translator, the deal went smoothly, you’re lucky.”

“Great,” you say mockingly.

There it is, Yoongi thinks. “Things would go so much better for you if you would just listen to me.”

You stay stubbornly quiet. Yoongi sighs, “Is that so hard?”

“Yes,” you grit out.

Yoongi steps in front of you, standing over you. His hand cups your jaw, tilting your head upward, studying your bruised face. “Choi shouldn’t have touched you without my permission.”

You stay quiet, wincing when his thumb goes over the cut on your lip.

“You belong to me, y/n. Every drop of blood in your body. Every drop.” The way he whispers his last words sends a chill down your spine. Did he…

Did he know?! “You should rest, we’ll be in Korea soon.”

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Shoes click on tile flooring, you’re not in the airplane anymore, you’re not anywhere near it. You wake up so tired you can’t lift your head. You realize not only are you being carried, but you can’t move your arms or legs. You grunt, too tired to speak.

The water you drank on the plane right before falling asleep, is that why you can’t move?

You murmur a barely audible no, unable to clench your fist when hands drop your body down. A pillow is put underneath your head, your chin is moved to the side by a light and feathery touch. You fall back asleep despite your overwhelming desire to escape.

“You drugged me,” you croak out, voice hoarse from sleeping all day. Is this how it’s going to be now? Are they going to carry you around like a pet that knows one really good party trick?

Yoongi ignores your accusation. “I’m going to be gone for awhile. You’re going to stay here. Plus, I think some time alone might help you adjust to how things will be from now on.”

Your muscles still feel heavy. “You’re going to lock me up like a criminal?”

“You did stab one of my men,” he jabs.

“For how long?” Yoongi stays silent. You swallow, blinking away tears. You push yourself up, sitting. “W-Where are my clothes?!”

“You’re wearing clothes.”

“T-This is nothing!” you pull the sheet over your body higher, realizing you were only wearing underwear and a bra.

“We had to make sure your bruises weren’t serious. You’re not going to be leaving this room, you don’t need anything else. This is your punishment. I did tell you not to try anything earlier, didn’t I?”

You try to control your escalating breathing, unable to comprehend what’s happening. “Mr. Min,” you swallow, “Please-”

“Take this time while I’m away to reflect on how you want to live when you’re in my company,” he says apathetically.

How could he be so cruel? So inhumane?! “Give me clothes, j-just give me clothes.”

Yoongi exhales. “I am being so nice to you, y/n. Do you know what Choi lost because of what he did?” Yoongi yanks your hand away from you, pulling the digits out, his fingers gripping your pinky. He holds it still to emphasize his point while you begin to cry. “So you’re going to sit here like a good little mouse, for however long it takes, in whatever I decide to let you wear, until you can learn to behave,” he hisses.

You inhale one shuddering breath after the other, feeling disgusted by his hold on you. “P-Please don’t do this, p-please give me my clothes, m-my things, you said y-you would if I translated for you!”

He lets you go with a shove. You’re left shaking, listening, hoping for Yoongi to change his mind. “Please!” you cry out.

Yoongi sighs at your crying. “If you want to use that pretty mouth to beg me, I don’t want it in words.”

“What?”

“Don’t act stupid.” He waits. “Goodbye then.”

His foot steps move across the carpet and you fumble out of bed, sheets pulled tight to your body.

Yoongi clears his throat and you orient yourself to face him.

“What do you want me to do?” You shiver, barely holding yourself together, already expecting the worst kind of answer.

Yoongi steps forward slowly, you feel his hand graze your cheek, wiping away your tears, only causing more to fall. His hands land on your shoulders…

Pushing down…

You hold in a sob, shaking even harder as your knees hit soft carpet.

You wanted to tell him wait, slow down, to stop, to scream, but how could you when it was taking all your energy to keep from falling apart, holding down cries threatening to spill out of you.

You wince listening to the rigid clicking of metal as Yoongi undoes his belt buckles.

His fingers touch underneath your chin and you fall backwards, shutting your eyes out of reflex.

Yoongi laughs dryly. “Well I guess Tae was right, those three never touched you, did they?” He crouches down, “Did you want them to?” Yoongi tuts, “Blind girls not their thing, I guess.”

You bite your tongue, resisting the urge to defend yourself, taking in his digs instead, his patronizing tone, shaking even more, not out of fear, but anger.

“You want clothes? Your things from your apartment? Better start answering when I speak to you.”

“Please Mr. Min, give me my things.” You let out shakily, managing to barely hide your detest behind your words.

“Did you want them to?” he repeats

You breathe through your nose. “...n-no.”

“See, how can I trust you if you still won’t be honest with me...or are you just not being honest with yourself?”

Finally having enough, “Taehyung was wrong.” You say, raising your eyebrow, voice low and condescending matching Yoongi’s haughty demeanor.

Yoongi inhales sharply. Interesting. He knew Tae was full of shit.

“They fucked you? Did they pass you around? Or did they stuff you full all at once?”

You clench your jaw at Yoongi’s crude line of questioning, holding the sheet around you tighter. “It was a long time ago,” you whisper.

“Stand up.” You stand up on shaky legs. Yoongi smirks. “Y/n, your life doesn’t have to change, you could be traveling with me, the same as you did before. You just have to let me take care of you. When you listen to me, you get rewarded.”

“Or I could strip you of everything,” he snaps, yanking you forward by your bra.

“O-Okay...okay.” you swallow, putting your hand on his chest to feel his steady heartbeat and give yourself some space.

If that is what it takes to make all this a little less miserable…

Your foreheads touch as you shake against him.

Until you can escape…

You softly touch his lips.

He doesn't kiss you back. Yoongi watches your blank stare when you quickly pull away, studying your features with doubt, you are being surprisingly compliant. Let’s see how far he can push you before your compliance breaks…

He places his hand over yours, lowering it down his body slowly, until it rests on his opened belt buckle.

You fumble with his button and zipper while Yoongi drops his head, lips against your neck, he nudges you with his mouth to test your reaction, his actions so teasingly slow compared to your frantic movements.

You yank his belt swiftly out of his pants loops as he pulls on the sheet between you letting it drop at your feet. Goosebumps bloom against his lips and under his fingertips as he runs his hands down your arms.

Don’t think of his lips on your shoulder, his tongue dragging across your skin, his hands groping your ass…just get this over with, you think, pulling out his hardening cock.

He yanks you closer, strong hands gripping you in a way that is so possessive and passionate your body can’t help but react. His deep grunts pierce through you, shaking the foundations of your steadfast mind, crumbling your thoughts away.

You move to rest on your knees, wanting to stop his unforgiving mouth on your neck, but his arms snake around your waist, holding you up still, moving you backward to press you against the room’s wall while he unclasps your bra away.

Yoongi holds your chin in between his fingers. “Open your mouth for me,” he says, hot and heavy, voice dripping with desire, dominating.

His fingers press down on your tongue to open wider.

“Get on your knees.” he pushes you down as he says it, giving you no other option than to obey.

Replacing his thumb with the tip of his cock on your tongue, he pushes in, your head stuck against the wall and between his hard frame.

Yoongi closes his eyes, leaning his head back, enjoying your warm open mouth. His jaw goes slack as he slowly pulls himself out and back in until you choke, your nails digging into his thighs as he sets a slow steady pace. He grins, looking back down at your compliant body as he thrusts his cock down your throat, your mouth getting more and more sloppy as he forces you to take the full length of him over and over again.

You catch your breath in those small moments he is pulling away from you, concentrating on those opportunities, until he gets closer to his release, his movements sporadic and rougher, filling your throat deeper with short thrusts that leave no room for breathes and scare you, and even when you kick out, and try to pull free, he holds your skull, nails digging into your hair, with no way to move backward or away.

He pulls out completely, leaving you gasping for air. You rest against the wall defeatedly, waiting until he bursts, his cum landing on your face and chest. Yoongi leans his head against the wall, catching his breath. Yet you still feel suffocated by him, his frame still over you as he comes down from release.

You cover your breasts, clenching your jaw tight, so you won’t cry. You feel sticky and dirty and disgusting. “My clothes, my things,” you grunt, voice raspy from his deep thrusts.

Yoongi looks down at your ruined appearance, a sick sense of satisfaction creeping inside him now that he was back to his senses. Momentarily giving into his urges was fun, but you at his feet covered in his cum had been a better outcome than he could have imagined. The things you would do to get what you wanted.

He moves to the door, unlocking it with a key. “You’ll get some of your things.”

When he leaves, you bang your fist into the wall, finally allowing yourself to lose composure. Angry, sad, hurt, alone.

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Braille books. You smile passing over the ones Namjoon bought you. Your withering plants. You use sink water in your bathroom to rehydrate them. Your albums, you check each raised label you added to the sleeves to make sure every single one was there, but you can’t find your player. Your clothes aren’t here, your jewelry isn’t here. There are your old stuffed animals, some from fans, some from friends. What’s this? You forgot you owned this, a braille typewriter that must have been in the back of your closet. No paper, you frown.

“I want my clothes,” you say when the door opens. There is soft clanging as a tray is deposited and the door shuts quickly before you can say anything else.

Fifteen meals, almost a week here, by yourself, no one to talk to. You were given dresses that weren’t your own. The thin fabric and shortness of them left little to the imagination, especially with your bra gone now too.

Twenty-seven more meals. It’s two weeks. With no contact. You can’t take it. You missed everyone so much it felt like you were being split apart through the center of your chest, torn from the inside out. Every day passed meant less of a chance that people were looking for you. Did anyone give a shit about you anymore?

Pacing around the room, you knew every inch of it now. There was no window, only a toilet and a sink, a bed and a table. You’re tired of reading your books and you can’t listen to your records, you can’t type, every request you ask falls on deaf ears, a door shut in your face no matter what you say or do.

You had nothing to do but slowly lose your mind.

You thought about your life and all the things you took for granted, all the chores you hated to do that you missed now. You thought about friends, you thought about Namjoon and Jimin and Taehyung and what they were doing now. But most of all you thought about killing yourself and all the ways you could accomplish that. But the thing that kept you from falling off the brink of insanity was the thought of killing Yoongi with your bare hands.

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Every morning you are greeted with bread and water and a different kind of fruit. But this morning, instead of one knock on the door and then a breakfast tray, the door swung open quietly as you slept.

“Good morning, little mouse.”

“Mr. Min?”

His voice was the first voice you heard in twenty-one days. The elation you felt was twisting, turning in the pit of your stomach knowing it was Yoongi who was the cause.

“What are you wearing?”

“The ‘clothes’ you gave me.” You were wearing the rags he called dresses. All of them. One you used as a skirt, and you fashioned three into a top.

“Get up.”

“Why?” you ask, still pulling your feet from under the covers.

“You’re accompanying me to an event. But first, a shower.”

A proper shower? Not cleaning yourself in that bathroom sink…

You hold your hand out.

You could stay under the showerhead all day, it feels so good. This bathroom was three times the size as yours, warm, inviting. The steam hugged your body, the cascading water washed away your tears, the dirtiness you still felt inside you that couldn’t be scrubbed away.

When you were finally clean and dry, you allowed yourself to smile, hugging the warm plush robe to your body, a far cry from the small worn towels given to you before.

Yoongi gives you your dress for the night, the tiny bag you had left in your hotel that held your makeup, and sits you down in front of the table of food he has been eating while waiting for you.

There’s so much of it, and all so good tasting, you don’t know what to eat first, picking food up with your fingers.

“You can’t act like that when we’re out in public.”

“Yeah, okay,” you dismiss, food still in your mouth. You have the urge to throw the rest at him.

“If you can prove yourself tonight, you can stay in this room instead-” He drinks chilled whisky. “-with me,” he finishes.

You slow down, reaching for only one roll instead of two. “Okay,” you nod, head down. You refused to go back into that room.

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“You know clothes are supposed to ‘cover’ your body?”

There were so many people around you. Laughing dinner guests, music playing, waiters stopping you every so often, offering you drinks, a party for important people.

“They cover what’s important to me,” he says dismissively. The dress you wore was cut low, very low, showing off your back. At least the train was long, but difficult to walk in…difficult to escape in…

You held onto Yoongi’s arm as he spoke to people. They all spoke Korean, there was nothing for you to really do except be annoyed, listening to small talk that meant nothing to you.

“What are we doing here?”

“Enjoying the night.”

You repress the urge to scoff. Being locked alone in silence for so long to this…dealing with the background chatter all around you was not easy, and was not fun. Your head hurt from the noise, your feet hurt from wearing heels you were not used to. The thing that surprisingly did not hurt right now was your heart, what hurt you the most when you were locked in, thinking of all your loved ones.

You were too preoccupied now, curiously listening to every conversation in the vicinity. It was mostly dumb shallow small talk, but it was infinitely more entertaining than talking to yourself.

Yoongi’s arm snakes around your waist.

“What are you doing?” you whisper.

“Kiss me.”

“What?!”

“Kiss me now, if don’t want to end up back in that room for another month…and make it convincing,” he whispers.

What is this? Is he trying to piss off an ex? This is so ridiculous, this is what he wanted you for? To pretend to be his girlfriend at a party? How pathetic. But the thought of being locked up again-

You put your arms around his neck, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek.

“That’s not-”

“You said make it convincing,” you whisper, hand moving to his other cheek, tilting his head towards yours. You press your lips against his softly, then more forcefully until he’s moving his mouth against yours, mirroring your actions.

You fake a smile. “Happy?” you whisper in a biting tone, breaking the spell.

But Yoongi’s not ready to end the act, pulling you back in with his hand against your neck, giving you one last shameless kiss, drawn out, with tongue, turning your legs to jello.

He moves you through the party again, disappearing into the crowd. “See, she’s fine, I guess,” Taehyung says, watching as you move further away, sipping on his drink to lessen the shock.

Namjoon downs the rest of his champagne. “She’s not fine,” he whispers. There’s too many people around them, all itching to be the next to speak to the trio. Jimin is taking pictures, already buzzed on alcohol, laughing too loudly at his own jokes, not a care in the world, especially not about the girl who sacrificed her life for his. ‘Can he not be a fucking self-centered ass for one night?’ Namjoon thinks. “I’m going to talk to her-”

Taehyung pulls Namjoon back. “Are you crazy? He could ruin all our careers-”

“Mr. Kim?” Both Namjoon and Taehyung turn to the excited industry professional speaking. “Oh, Mr. Kim Namjoon, I wanted to introduce myself, I’m-” Taehyung pats Namjoon on the back, giving him a look that says, ‘See? You’ll never get to them without causing a scene.’

You rest your head on Yoongi’s shoulder. “Tired? I thought you would be excited to get out for the night?”

“I’m fine,” you offer him a fake smile, lying.

“Mr. Min, this is for you,” a man speaks to him, handing him a large purse. Yoongi nods, putting it on your shoulder, the bag is so heavy the strap digs into your shoulder. He pulls off his jacket, putting it around your shoulders to further conceal the bag, but not before adjusting your dress, hands raking over your exposed cleavage.

“What’s in the bag?” you mumble, your body heating up.

He holds you close, lips against your cheek. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Wait, did you just turn me into a drug mule?” You hold onto his forearms, nails tightly pressed into his skin. He matches your aggressiveness, twisting your arm and pulling you close so no one notices. “You want me to be honest with you? Then you be honest with me,” you argue.

“It’s not drugs. Did you forget who I am? My business?”

“Money-”

“Not money, not really. Hard drives.”

“Hard drives?” you stutter.

“Yes.”

“What’s on them?”

Yoongi sighs, letting you go. “A few digital wallets, some videos. Sometimes, secrets make the best collateral.”

What kind of secrets could be worth so much? “Secrets…like a dating scandal?” you think out loud.

“Clever little mouse. Not this time, no. You know there are certain establishments men sometimes like to…indulge in? Parlors? We have one bugged.”

“So these are bad men...”

Yoongi smirks, finding your righteousness amusing. “Yes, they are.”

You nod in understanding, gripping the purse strap. Yoongi lays his hands on your hips. It’s like he always has to touch you, feel you, make sure you’re there with him, even though he is the one who can see you and you can’t.

He’s always touching, like now, running his hands across your curves, thumb under the fabric of your dress to caress your skin, holding you like a lover would, and you can’t push away, tell him no, and worst of all, you’re body is becoming accustomed to his hands, used to his touches. It should revolt you…he should…but he doesn’t, and that makes you feel disgusted with yourself.

You’re in a room full of people, and Yoongi is the only person you know. It is an ironic cruelty to feel safer in his arms here.

You lean against him, unable to concentrate on anything else other than his hands. You should scream, you should kick him and run away. But how many secrets of yours did he hold? What would his hands do to you, if you tried to escape?

You can’t stand it, the way he makes you feel. “H-How much longer?”

“Do you want to go home?”

More than anything, that’s what you want, but the home you are thinking of is not where he is referring. You nod against his chest.

“Y/n!”

You lift your head abruptly. Did someone call your name?

Yoongi drapes his arm around you, leading you away.

You heard it again! Your name spoken so clearly through the chatter of people. You try to slow your pace, but Yoongi’s hold on you is too strong. Your heartbeat pounds through your chest as you try to hear it again, just to be certain. But you never heard it, the ghost crying out to you, Namjoon might as well have been a figment of your imagination.

“What’s wrong?”

You wait for valet to bring Yoongi’s car. Your heart rate won’t go down, you felt rattled still, sure you heard your name. “What was the reason for that celebration?”

“A slew of rich people with too much time on their hands, they come up with a different reason every weekend to hold one of those things. Today it’s a charity so they can use their philanthropy to make themselves feel better than the rest of us, tomorrow it’s a premier party of some sort. Why?”

“Curious, I guess-”

“Yoongi!”

“We were just leaving. Right, y/n?”

“A quick smoke then?” Taehyung holds out a cigarette for Yoongi, hoping to entice him. Yoongi nods, taking it.

Taehyung just wanted to make sure you were okay, see you up close so he could convince Namjoon to cool it, the rapper was going to send himself into an early grave if he did not stop blaming himself for what happened to you. But one look at your wide shell-shocked eyes, the fear and hope and pain he saw etched across your features, and Taehyung knew he had made a terrible mistake. He could lie to Namjoon and Jimin, but he couldn’t lie to himself.

“T-Tae?” you whisper in disbelief, holding out your hand, which Yoongi grabbed promptly, shutting down any physical touch from the idol singer.

Taehyung swallowed, saying your name so softly you wanted to burst into tears, if Yoongi’s hand denting into your wrist did not remind you of the snake wrapped around you, ready to strike if you did something wrong.

“A-Are you okay?” Taehyung asks, knowing deep down you weren’t but hoping desperately you would prove him wrong.

“She’s fine,” Yoongi answers for you, taking a long inhale of his cigarette, his other arm still draped around you, holding you firmly. “Didn’t she look like she was having a good time?”

Taehyung nods stiffly. You say his name again, your voice breaking, so tiny and full of emotion Taehyung feels his chest clench and his stomach turn.

“I’ll check in on you again, to make sure you’re okay, so don’t worry,” Taehyung whispers hurriedly, noticing Yoongi’s vehicle approaching.

“Oh Tae, you don’t need to act like the good guy in front of her, she already knows,” Yoongi says dryly, flicking his cigarette butt on the ground.

Taehyung looks to the ground, unable to meet Yoongi’s eyes for too long, scared of the loan shark. Yoongi pulls your stiff body away, into the back seat of his car with him.

Taehyung watches as his driver pulls away. Taehyung pulls out another cigarette to calm his nerves. Why would you kiss Yoongi like that, hold him like that, and act so terrified now?! Whatever Yoongi was doing, was much more calculated than Taehyung ever thought possible. But Taehyung knew for certain, that there would be no convincing Namjoon now.

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greymoonfeelings · 2 years

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Trouble

pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Fem!Reader

word count: 1k

summary: Jake spent the night flirting with someone else, so he’s not allowed to have you the way he wants.

warnings: thighfucking, d/s dynamics, sub!Jake & not edited text

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If anyone knew how pussywhipped you had Jake Seresin he would never hear the end of it from his fellow servicemen. He had a reputation to uphold and you were perfectly content letting everyone think he was dominant in all areas of his life.

They would never really know the truth. Hangman was a sucker for his lady and he was all too happy to let her take control in the bedroom.

“Baby, please.” He whines, following you around the house looking like a kicked puppy when you told him he wasn’t getting any action tonight.

“No, Jake. I’m not gonna let you fuck me after you spent the whole night effectively ignoring me in favor of that bimbo.”

“I wasn’t ignoring you, she wouldn’t leave me alone.”

“Sure, blame it on her like you weren’t looking at her with the biggest “fuck me” eyes and that pretty boy smile plastered across your face. Telling her about all your heroic missions and shit.”

“C’mon, sweets. You can’t tell me you didn’t miss me.” Jake tries to appeal to the fact that you hadn’t seen him in a month.

“I missed you like hell and I had this whole wild night planned out. I was gonna keep you up all night, even bought a cute little set of lingerie but then you had to go and be bad.”

“I’m sorry, please let me make it up to you.”

“Sorry babe, I think I’ll just have to get off all by myself which is a shame.”

“I’ll do anything, please.”

Jake runs his hands up and down your arms, looking deep into your eyes to convince you of his dedication.

“I’ve been aching for you all month. Didn’t touch myself just like you told me.”

“Really?” You perk up at his admission.

“Honest, I didn’t and you promised me you would reward me.” He looks at you with hopeful eyes, knowing you weren’t one to break your promises.

“I guess you’re right. I did promise. C’mere big boy.” You smile, grabbing onto his shoulders to pull him into a deep kiss.

“I can’t wait to feel your pussy. I’ve been dreaming about it.” He whispers against your lips.

“Who said anything about my pussy?”

Jake pulls away, confused.

“You can fuck my thighs, but no putting it in.”

“Darling, please.”

“You may have been good while you were gone but you were bad tonight, so you can either fuck my thighs or your hand, your choice.”

Your boyfriend doesn’t hesitate to get on his knees in front of you, helping you take off your heels before sliding his hands up your denim-covered legs. He helps you out of your jeans and moans when your new red lace panties are exposed.

“I bought them just for you. I know red’s your favorite color.” You caress his cheek and he looks up at you with those sparkling green eyes.

“You look so good.” He runs his fingers delicately over the lace detailing.

“Too good to take them off?” You tease.

“Hell no.” He rips them down your legs, helping you step out of them.

“Why don’t you get up here and let me undress you.”

You help Jake out of his shirt, admiring his physique. He discards his jeans as you toss off your top, revealing the bra that matched your panties.

“Fuck. You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”

“What about you? You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen.” You bring your hand up to his face and he kisses the inside of your wrist.

“I missed you so much, Jake. I go crazy without you.”

Your hand trails down his toned abdomen, sneaking under the band of his boxers to caress his achingly hard cock.

He whimpers when your soft hand grasps his cock, slowly stroking it. You pepper kisses along his throat and collarbone, sucking a mark into the sun-kissed skin.

“I try to help the ache between my thighs but nothing can compare to you. You just fill me up so nicely, it’s a shame I won’t be able to feel it yet.”

“Please, baby. You need it and I need it.”

“I want nothing more than to let you stretch open my pussy and remind me how good it feels to be fucked by you, but what kind of example would that set? You’re lucky I’m even letting you use my thighs.”

You wrap your arms around his waist, holding onto him tightly as you begin to thrust your hips forward, guiding his cock between your plush thighs.

His head is thrown back, his mouth falling open as breathy moans fill the air. He looks so pretty like this, fully consumed by the feeling of euphoria.

Jake can’t help but think of how easy it would be to nudge his tip through your folds and sink into your warm cunt but he knows better. He’ll take his punishment like a good boy and enjoy the vice of your tight pussy later.

With every glide along his shaft, your clit runs against the veins of his thick cock and the sensation brings you closer to the edge.

The electricity between your bodies has reached an all-time high. You’re sweaty and panting loudly. One of jake’s hands is groping your ass, no doubt leaving red hand marks. His forehead is leaning against your shoulder and he mouths at the exposed skin.

“Can I come, please?” He begs.

“Hold on, I’m almost there.”

Your hand passes between your bodies, finding your clit and circling the delicate bud. Your fingers pick up in pace, pushing you over.

“You can cum, Jake. Let go for me.”

With one more thrust of his hips, your thighs are clenching as your orgasm hits. Hot cum shoots from the tip of Jake’s cock, coating the back and inside of your thighs. He continues to fuck himself through his orgasm with your thighs, milking his cock of everything he’d been holding in for the past month.

Your boyfriend’s body collapses against yours, caging you against the bureau as you both catch your breath.

“You’re going to kill me, woman.”

“You better not die until after you give me that dick.”

“No promises, honey.”

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cendriilon · 2 years

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Hello, the last scenario you did was so good! ♥ I'd like to request another if you don't mind. Can I request a Shu Yamino scenario, where he finds out that they write fanfics. If it's okay, can it be nsfw? Thank you!

Eyy, fan fiction?

Warnings: NSFW, magic sorcery stuff, toys, and blowjobs

Shu helps you write some fan fiction! But in a different way that you’d expect || It’s NSFW so if you aren’t comfortable, LOOK AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Shu Yamino x Reader

“Welcome everyone! And now it’s the time you all are waiting for!! ‘What da Vtuber doing?’!” Millie yells into her mic watching as her chat goes wild, “Let’s look at my list and see who I should call first… Ah ha! [name], our perfect candidate!”

~RING~

~RI-

“Hello?”

“[name]! Welcome! I’m streaming right now and i’m so sorry to bother you,” Millie says as she edits your icon to fit onto her stream,

“Oh no! It’s fine, I wasn’t really doing anything important anyway!” You laugh as you stop looking at your screen and start giving all your attention to Millie,

“No no! It has to be important! So, [name], what are you doing?”

“This is going to be one of the worst things I’ll ever admit to the internet,” You sigh, “But if it’s for your content then I guess it’ll be ok… Hey, are there any [your fan name] in the chat right now?”

“Nono! None!” Millie lied as chat goes faster wondering what was going on,

“Okay… So right now I was just like… uh, ok it’s gonna sound a little sussy but I swear it’s not like that at all! I was like… writing fan fiction…!” You go on to stutter and fumble with your words in sheer embarrassment,

Millie’s chat gets filled of “WHAT!?”, “that’s kinda sussy”, “OOOO WHERE DO U POST??”, “who’s is about???”, and many many shocked emojis.

The two of you continue to talk with Millie taking jabs at you for the fan fiction comment but you don’t budge and talk about what you write, you just now it’s gonna bite you on the butt when you start streaming again.

Little did the do of you know, Shu was watching stream. Even if he wasn’t he could hear you through the thin walls, “Fan fiction? So that’s what your doing in your room…” he mumbles to himself.

You smile as Millie ends the call and silently scream out of embarrassment. You get out of your room and decide to take a stretch break and go check up on Shu, it had been awhile since you two had a conversation. Walking out of your room you move your arms around d as you try and find Shu.

“Eyy, fan fiction?” Shu asked,

You jumped from surprise, he was waiting from behind your door. Then you realized what question he asked, you blushed and punched him in the arm, “I didn’t know you were watching the stream…”

“It’s okay! It’s okay! Even if I wasn’t I could hear you talking from the other rooms,” He smiled at you punching your arm in return, “Could I help? I know big words that can describe some stuff! Probably bigger words than you do.”

“Are you making fun of me right now?” You turn around as you cross your arms, “I know big words too…”

“I was just teasing you know,” Shu smiled,

“I mean, do you actually want to help?”

“Sure, yeah! I wanna know what it’s like too!”

“Okay then, I think there’s one way… Unluckily for you there isn’t going to be any writing, yet.” You drag him into your room and grab a writing utensil and some note paper.

-NSFW STARTS NOW-

“Shu, I need some ideas… Some inspiration if you will,” You sit down on your bed and signal him to come sit next to you, “Shu, I want you to… uhm…” You suddenly start to get shy, you decide that you don’t have enough power to say it and instead make lewd hand gestures instead. He understood almost immediately and started to get flustered as well.

“Woah, hey I knew that fan fiction was a little weird like that but I didn’t know you did THAT. But if you really want to I guess then I have no choice,” Shu started to help you undress, “This is gonna be awkward.”

“Don’t think about it in that way, I’ll tell you what to do, kay?” You stand up to go close the door and make sure that your room isn’t visible from the outside, you then pull out a lubricant out from under you bed, you ready yourself onto the bed as you hand him the lube, “Do your worst.”

He sighs as he pulls it out and he pins you down softly, “Are you ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be,” You smile at him,

He puts it in slowly and starts thrusting,

“You don’t have to start slowly like that, I told you I’m ready!” You whine,

“W-Well I’m not as ready as you are! This feels… This just feels weird knowing that you’re gonna use it as reference,”

“I told you not to think about it!”

“Are you trying to make me mad or something?”

“Perhaps, even if I do you’d probably go soft either away,” You smirk and stick your tongue at him, he starts going harder and you start to raise your legs up so that they’re hugging his waist.

“You seriously know how to rile me up and that’s crazy, just- ah- Tell me if it hurts too bad,” He groans quietly and he keeps pushing,

“Hey hey! L-let’s try this,” You forcibly get off of his dick, which makes Shu whine, and turn around, “This’ll feel a lot better for me~ Let’s go, Shu!~” He gets back up and starts to pound, this time making sure he hits all those spots he knows so well about,

“Ah! Sh-Shu! Augh, don’t st-OP!” You moan out, “Mmphf- F-Feel free to use your sorcery too!” Shu still continues to go hard, but after awhile of choked out sobs from you, you could tell that his pace was getting slower, “Huh? What? Tired already? You never stop this fast, did something happen?” You look back at him to see him concentrating on casting a spell while also trying to please you,

“Shut up, just like- ah- Wait a second…” He makes motions with his arms to try and summon something, you blush at the fact that he’s trying so hard for you and turn your head back around and burry it into your bedsheets.

Only a few seconds later you saw a bright light in the corner of your eye as Shu’s pace starts to go back to what it once was, “Huh? Shu, did you summon something- What the… How is that supposed to…”

“Let’s see…” Shu pulled out and swapped with his formed toy which was noticeably larger than his, he turned you back around, “You see this right? Can I put it in?” You nod your head and brace yourself for what would come next.

He lubes the magical toy and slides it in, which made you twitch from the surprise coldness of the toy and how much it stretched you, “You better not complain about how my hole doesn’t feel like it used to, got it?”

“You know I would never,” You leans in the kiss you and makes his way in front of you and makes you get on all fours, with a snap of his fingers the toy starts to move on it’s own. That toy went deep into you, but it was at a slow pace, there were stings of pain when it got too deep and you started to wince, Shu made sure to make it so that he toy wouldn’t go too deep the next few times, “Okay, this helps right? Something for you to write, just think about it as two people at once!”

“Mmm, what… Are you tired or something? You just gonna watch? It’s like your getting cucked!” You laugh as you hold back your moans while looking him in the eyes, he lifts you up with his sorcery to make it so that you’re on all fours.

“No, no, not just yet… Just enjoying your pretty body,” He chuckles as he holds your face with his hand, “C’mon you can suck now!” He smiles as he puts his dick in front of your mouth. You start to suckle and kiss it, he knew you weren’t that good with your mouth so at this point he’s just teasing you.

The toy’s speed picked up the pace as he looked down at you and started playing with your hair and enjoyed his view. You start to feel your high come, and decided that you would be a good partner and try your best to get Shu on his high as well. You decide to step out of your comfort zone and try and take it all in. Which caught Shu off guard. You choke out a sob, but try your best to make it as pleasurable for him.

“He- Hey, [name] you don’t have t-to-augh,” Shu tries to stop you but you were determined to make him feel just as good as his summoned toy was, “I- I know that i-it hurts, really you don’t need to- Ah~” Shu moans, “P-please, I’m- I’m close- Nothings gonna s-stop you is it? Can- can I cum in your mouth?” You give him a slight nod and a mmm noise.

You pull back your head making it so Shu cums on your tongue instead of your throat, meanwhile you still ride your high from the toy.

“Shu, geth me a naphkin” You say as you keep your mouth open as the toy kept getting deeper, but this time there wasn’t any pain, only pleasure. Shu comes back quickly with toilet paper for you to spit his cum in while he adjusts it so that your grabbing onto him for dear life. He starts to kiss you as you finish on the toy, with a snap of his fingers the toy stopped moving. You gasped as he released you from the kiss. Shu slowly takes out the toy as you let out one last moan, Shu leaves the room to get a towel to get both of you guys cleaned up. Meanwhile you get over to your computer and bend over while opening up a writing app, you gasp and hurry towards your notes… that you forgot to write in.

“UGH!” You whine,

“Woah, [name], are you okay?” Shu popped his head back in the room,

“I forgot to write notes… I’ll just have to write what I remember right now…” You jump back on your bed and start writing, Shu sighs and sits next to you as he wraps a towel around you as he drinks his water.

You so has you drop the papers you have and looked up to Shu

“So… Are you done now?” Shu asks,

“Do you want to go for round two? This time we need to take breaks so I can write things down!”

“Fine… I feel like I’m getting used.”

“No! You’re getting payed in pleasure! We can shower together after, love you!” You peck his cheek and push him down,

“I love you too.” Shu sighs, blushing slightly as he covers his eyes with his hand.

The end!

Reminder that this is all a. delusion and not real in any way shape or form, this is about the characters they play and not the people behind them!!

While I was writing this a found a bunch of ants in my room! wish me luck 😭

Requests are still open, I might start making them as slots soon and close them up, so give me your ideas while you still can!

-Yours truly, 💟

#luxiem x reader #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji x reader #shu yamino x reader #shu yamino smut #vtuber x reader #cendriilon

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june16th2018 · 8 months

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things i deeply hate in tokyo revengers (and its fandom)

tw opinions

(disclaimer: tkr is one of my fav manga ever)

1 • the animation

the anime adaptation is absolutely hideous and extremely offensive bc what the fuck?? this is so bad and yet yall are eating it up.

everytime i see an edit of the anime i just start shaking and sobbing uncontrollably (especially the takemichi ones bc how can you guys find him handsome in the anime when he's even uglier than kiyomasa)

my friends and i have this really fun challenge where we have to watch a tokyo revengers episode without laughing at the animation (we always end up failing after like 3 minutes)

2 • those dumb kokonui shippers 🤓

don't get me wrong, i love this ship sm i want them to get married and have kids

i just hate ppl who enjoy this ship for this exact panel :

it wasn't romantic shut the fuck up

koko is a really well-written character who is clearly in pain after losing a girl he was in love with (as silly and childish his crush on her might have seemed) and with a very visible mental instability, and yall are choosing to close your 12 years old ass eyes on that just so you can have ship content, gross

again, i love kokonui, but stfu

3 • the toxic y/n/ocs enjoyers

i don't see the point of calling shippers weird if you are yourself a characterxreader enjoyer or an oc creator 🤓

4 • most likely to be a pedo 😇

those weird grown ass ppl drawing or writing the characters in a very sexual way?? if it's a fanart/fanfiction of their adult version then i guess it's okay but the ones when they keep the design of the 2005-6 timeline?? hello??

same goes for grown ass ppl enjoying this content

5 • mischaracterization

chifuyu isn't a soft baby 🥺 stop treating him and drawing him like a goddamn baby it's just embarrassing as hell. same goes for takemichi, yall are wild 💀💀

sanzu isn't canonically a crackhead (i still eat this hc up but just bc we saw him take a pill ONCE doesn't mean he's an actual drug addict like what if he just had a headache and needed aspirin)

koko isn't a sad and exhausted workaholic in bonten, the only panel of his bonten version we got was his wide goofy sassy ass smile and he was saying smth about killing ppl i don't quite remember 💀

draken is in love with emma, i'm tired of seeing drakey shippers in denial, like yes he does give a fuck about her, stop saying he doesn't 💀 also their ship is awesome i love them sm

btw little reminder to every kisanma/hankisa enjoyers : kisaki is homophobic

6 • "takemichi x all"

this might actually be the worst thing ever

takemichi isn't the ultimate rizzler yall

this is embarrassing and yall need to grow up 😐

7 • the way yall are sleeping on naoto

this man is so fine plus he's so determined to save his sister i know my brother would never do the same 💀

8 • the neverending bajifuyu vs ryufuyu war

why

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tkrv #hanagaki takemichi #matsuno chifuyu #baji keisuke #tkrv mikey #manjiro sano #draken #kokonui #kokonoi hajime #inui seishu #sanzu haruchiyo #drakemma #takemichi x all

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ok! after reading a few stories, i will be forced to leave my request loolll

how about rafe being really like in love with sarah's bff pogue but she keeps him right in the line of friendship. then, one night at a party he begs her for one kiss and she finally accepts it. then smut with dom rafe trying to convince her he's the one for her?

Hi love, I saw your comments and you honestly made my night when I read them. Thank you again!

Just This Once

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Pogue!reader

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, drugs, alcohol, piv, cum eating, begging, not edited

Rafe Cameron. Kook king, a druggie, and my best friends brother. It's wild actually, especially with Sarah being a Kook and me being a Pogue.

I guess it's true, opposites do attract.

The thing is, Rafe hates Pogues. He absolutely hates whoever serves him, mows his lawn, or cleans their boat. He will pick a fight with a Pogue for no reason.

Killing a Pogue is probably on his dream board. He has so much hate towards us. Well... ‘us’ in this situation doesn’t include me. Everyone says he has a soft spot for me, I always lie and say that he doesn't. He does.

He treats me like I'm not lower than him. He makes sure Topper and Kelce doesn't say anything bad about me. He makes enough food for two even when he’s the only one hungry, and gives it to me instead of his sisters.

To some people it can look like he is being a nice friend, but to everyone else they know he’s doing that for more than just to be friends. He’s constant with telling me that he doesn’t want to be friends. I’m constant on strictly being friends.

When he takes us to parties, he’ll always be in proximity of me, but if he isn’t then he is always looking at me from afar. Everyone notices, Pogues and Kooks. Tourons will try to talk to me, but of course Rafe swoops in.

Just like the party last weekend, I was talking to a touron. We were by the cooler about to get drinks, the guys arm around my waist as I was standing tense. The two of us were having a decent conversation, and then Rafe comes up to the two of us and ruins it.

Rafe comes up beside me, his arm hooked around my waist and pulling me away from the tourons grasp. His fingers playing with the waistband of my gym shorts.

“Hey, she’s with me!” the guy started to get defensive.

“Woah little bud, I brought her here.” Rafe wrapped his arm tighter around my waist.

“Rafe, he’s a touron. Let him be.” I said to him all annoyed.

“Who said tourons gets to drink from my cooler?” Rafe stopped the tourist from opening the cooler.

“Rafe.” I looked at him like he’s crazy, mouthing to him to stop but he just replied with that smirk.

“Who are you?” the guy fully stood up straight, just a few inches shorter than Rafe.

Rafe was began to chuckle from next to me, he was entertained by the courage this tourist has.

“Rafe Cameron.” he extended his arm that wasn't wrapped around me.

The tourists demeanor changed and extended his hand out to Rafe until Rafe pulled away with a click of his tongue.

“See, I have this thing where I don't like people who don't ask for stuff. And I am the host... so.” Rafe tilted his head and his tongue rubbed against his inner cheek.

“Rafe just let him have a drink.” I tried to pull away from his hold to get a drink from the cooler, but his arm held me in place.

“Yo dude, I don't think she wants to be with you.” the tourist tried to pry his hands off of me, but I quickly backed away from the two.

“See I don't let strangers touch me.” Rafe stepped forward, his chest puffed out and back straightened.

“Just let it go Rafe. C’mon” I grabbed his wrist and pulled him towards Topper and Kelce.

“Didn't like him. Guys a dick.” Rafe muttered from behind me as I was still pulling him along.

“Rafe.” I stopped in my tracks, looking down at the sand. “Rafe, we’re friends. You can't keep scaring guys off.”

“You know you didn't like him.” He scoffed and wiped his nose, shoving my shoulder with his as he walked passed me.

He was right. I didn't like that stupid touron, I felt uncomfortable and bored. Fuck, I hate it when he’s right.

Rafe gets what he wants. He always does, just like when he was little to the present day. If Ward says no, Rafe will find his way to get it. That is just how the Camerons were raised.

I always made it a lesson to teach Rafe that he can't have me, no matter what he does. He’ll always be that student that challenges the teacher.

Being best friends with Sarah after a few years has given be many experiences of Rafe being flirty. Whenever I am at Tannyhill, he'll say some flirty things but I always tell him that we're just friends. We are and always will be.

Right now I'm at Tannyhill sunbathing with Sarah. A shadow covered the sun and I opened my eyes to see what it was that was ruining my tan.

There he was, towering over me as he was eyeing my body.

"Rafe, can you move? I need this tan." I squinted my eyes at him.

"Let me take you out, then I'll move." that smirk. It always gave me butterflies, I wish it didn't.

Sarah beside me sat up and took a rolled up towel and chucked it at Rafes chest.

"Ugh Rafe, go away!" she groaned, rolling her eyes behind her sunglasses.

"Shut up Sarah, let y/n answer." he tossed the towel back to her. "So what do you say?"

I used my hand as a cover from the sun so I can see him better. He was never bad looking, he just isn't what I want.

"Rafe, my answer is the same as all my other answers." I chuckled a little to make the tension lighter.

"At least go to the party with me tonight." he shoved his hands into the pockets of his shorts. His cheeks rosy from the sun or me, I can't tell.

"Party?" Sarah shot up again. "Yes, she says yes."

Rafe cocked his eyebrow to me, ignoring his sister and seeing my answer.

"Yeah, I guess." I huffed out.

The smirk on his face turned into a smile.

"We're leaving at 8" he shouted out on his way back into the house.

"He needs to get over this little crush of his." Sarah giggled, closing her eyes and relaxing in the sun before we have to get ready in a couple hours.

"He'll get over it." I giggled with her.

"Let's get a move on!" Rafe yelled from the bottom of the steps.

“We’re coming!” Sarah yelled from her room with annoyance.

I grabbed my shoes and ran down the stairs.

“Look at this pretty little thing.” Rafe sized me up.

I was wearing the usual, jean shorts and a tank top.

“Let’s go!” Sarah pushed Rafe’s head and pulled my arm, leading us to the car.

Once we were at the party, Sarah immediately pulled me to the Pogues. I already knew Rafe was going to get mad at her later, but he just stomped his way to Topper and Kelce.

We all got our drinks and from the look of it, Rafe was already nose deep in coke. Every time I looked around the party, there he was with his eyes already looking at mine.

“I’m gonna use the bathroom.” I shouted over the music so that the group can hear me.

They all nodded and went back to their conversations.

I dodged bodies left and right, trying not to get alcohol spilt on me. Once I reached the bathroom, there was a line. Probably because some people are fucking.

“Hey.” Someone grabbed my shoulder.

I quickly turned around to see who it was. Rafe, of course.

“I know where the other bathroom is.” he held out his hand for me to take.

I put my hand in his and he led me through more sweaty bodies. I huffed and we made our way up the stairs, giving disgusted looks to the couples making out on the steps.

He jiggled the door knob of the master bedroom and with a push of his shoulder, the door swung open. I walked in and quickly made my way to the restroom, closing the door of the bathroom. Once cleaning myself up, I opened the door to see Rafe waiting for me on the bed.

“Thank you.” I sent him a little smile before slowly walking to the door.

“I- Um- Wait.” Rafe quickly stood up. His body blocking me from leaving.

“Yes?” I looked up at him.

His eyelids were heavy, pupils blown, and his teeth chewed at his bottom lip. His hands repeatedly ran through his hair, rubbed at his chin and back of his neck.

“Let me take you out.” he said quietly, his chin dropped as his eyes looked dark.

“Rafe, I-”

“Fine fine. Okay.” His hand rubbed over his eyes. “Just one kiss, please.”

My eyes shot open, the alcohol was no longer in my system.

“Rafe, Sarah is my best friend and y— i’m a poug—”

“O-one kiss and I’m done. No more asking you questions. No more being nice. None of that.” he voice was deep, the way that the bedroom lamp showed off his best features was throwing me off.

I closed my eyes and sighed out. “Just this once.”

I looked at him and his tongue jutted out to coat his lips. That signature smirk was on is face with his cheeks all rosy. He took a step closer to me, my stomach was turning.

His hands cradled both sides of my jaw, his thumbs rubbing at the blush of my cheeks. He brought his lips down to mine. His lips were soft and warm. The taste of alcohol was muted by the taste and smell of weed.

We both hummed at the electricity of our connection. My mouth opening and welcoming his tongue. My hands found their place in his hair, gripping and soothing it with every move.

His hands trailed down to my waist, pulling me flush against him. He moved us towards the bed, my legs hitting the edge and making my back hit the mattress. Without missing a beat, Rafe was on me again.

“I can make you feel good.” He mumbled into my lips.

My hands found the hem of his shirt and pulled it up over his head. Fuck.

I sat up and pulled my own shirt over my head, revealing the lacy black bra. If he wasn't coked up, his eyes would probably bulge out of his head from looking so hard.

His mouth began their attack on the tops of my breasts, sucking and marking them with red marks.

“No guy would even come close to you with these.” he moved off my chest to admire his marks.

“Rafe.” I panted out as my hands tried hard to remove his shorts.

He chuckled at my fail attempts. Finally, he got up and pulled down his shorts, along with his boxers.

When I thought it couldn’t get any better, it did. How can someone be this perfect?

“You’re gonna take me until you’re mine. Until my dick is the only thing that can make you cum.”

I whimpered and closed my legs at his words. I was soaking.

His hands aggressively grabbed my shorts and pulled them down my legs. My black panties that matched my bra caught his eyes.

“Fucking perfect.” his fingers pulled at the waistband of my panties and let go with a snap.

He pulled them off of me and folded them neatly, tucking them into his shorts that were on the floor.

His attention was brought back to me, a whining and in shock mess on the bed. His hand gripped my jaw, making sure my eyes stayed on his.

“After all these years, I’ve been so good for you.” he licked his lips. “I showed you I can treat you good. I can take care of you.”

My eyes were wide. I honestly didn't know how to react, I’ve never had someone confess their feelings to me while I was half naked and in bed with them.

“Fuck!” I jumped at his words. “I- I love you.”

He was laughing to himself.

“I’ve never said those words to anyone.” His fingers dug into my cheeks. “I’m perfect for you.”

He brought his lips down to kiss the indents of his fingers littered across my jaw.

“We’d be the perfect couple. You wouldn’t have to work a single day in your life.” he deeply whispered into my skin as his other hand brought the tip of his cock onto my clit.

Moving it all over the sensitive bud. I hummed a moan every time he nudged my clit. I was soaked, I was dripping down my thighs and onto the random persons sheets.

He slid in with ease, I was tight around him and he gave me the perfect amount of stretch. He groaned into my neck, the vibrations went around my whole body. I still didn't know how to feel about him. He trapped me in this room, but damn he does feel good.

“Fuck Rafe!” I moaned out after trying so hard to not say anything.

He let out a low growl as his hips pistoned in and out of me.

“I love the way you say my name.” he smothered my neck with kisses and sucked hicks onto my skin.

His dick was reaching all the right places, the room was filled with panting and the sound of skin slapping against each other.

God, he was addicting.

“You gonna be mine? huh?” he asked me as he panted.

No answer. I was a moaning mess. My sounds were drowned out by the music playing at the party.

His hand grabbed my jaw, squeezing my cheeks together. All of his movements stopped, not a single thrust or twitch. He made sure my eyes were leveled with his.

I whined at him, trying to move my hips from under him to get the smallest amount of pleasure back.

He spat on my face, the liquid landing on my lip. His finger dragging over it and spreading it all over my cheek. “You're gonna answer me first, then I’ll decide if we can continue. Okay?”

I nodded my head up and down.

“Now. Are you gonna be mine?” he licked his lips.

I nodded once again, bringing my bottom lip between my teeth.

“Words. Are you gonna be my good girl?” his voice was deep. He held eye contact with me.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll be yours!” tears started to form at the corners of my eyes. “I’ll be your good girl.”

He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue soothing where my teeth had indented. His hips continued their pounding, my legs spread wider as we both moaned in sync.

“You feel so good around me!” he grunted out.

I was close, I felt the fire all over my body. I could feel Rafe about to let go too, his hips stuttering, his eyelids getting heavier.

“Im gonna cum Rafe!” my nails dug into his shoulder.

“No. We’re gonna cum together.” he groaned out as he was able to fuck into me even faster and harder.

My throat was raw from all the screaming and moaning that he has done to me.

“Fuck baby! Cum!”

My body shook. My eyes only seeing stars. I was in euphoria as he pulled his cock out and came on my stomach. I moaned at the feeling of the spurts landing on my skin.

I tossed my head back onto the mattress and my chest heaved, my eyes closed, and my body was sore. I suddenly felt Rafes fingers tracing on my stomach.

I open my eyes and lift myself up to see that he was tracing “RC” onto my skin with his cum.

His eyes were barely open, but he brought his cum covered fingers to my mouth. My tongue savored the warmth and taste of him. I could’ve sworn he got hard just by looking at me with his fingers in my mouth.

“Let me clean you up then I gotta show everyone who’s my girl.” he stood up and walked his naked body to the bathroom to get a warm wet towel.

He was gentle, the most gentle he has ever been. He cleaned me up and helped me get dressed.

Of course he had a soft spot for me, but never in my life did I think I’d see Rafe Cameron cleaning our cum off of me. I never imagined that I would be marked by him or even let him kiss me.

He didn't just leave me there in the room to wobble my way down the stairs, he helped me walk down the in a way that just looked like I didn't just get railed. He held me tight on the waist and arms, his thumbs rubbing soft circles.

I don't even know how he convinced me to do that. My body and mind was on autopilot.

Once we reached the party again, he held my hand and pulled me onto his lap at the table with all of his friends.

“You said you were going to the bathroom!” Sarah said from behind me.

All of the Pogues showed their disapproved expressions.

“Sarah, I swear I went to the bathroom!” I told her as best as I could with my raw throat.

“I showed her the bathroom.” Rafe looked back at his sister, white powder on his nose and again his signature smirk.

“Ew, you guys are sick!” Sarah pretended to be disgusted even though I know she probably saw it coming.

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tillys-writings · 1 year

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Those deep brown eyes

Ethan Landry x reader

Synopsis: Y/n found a best friend. Y/n found love. But at what cost.

TW: Violence, a little bit suggestive at some point, Scream 6 spoilers, death, angst.

Word Count: 4.6K

Not proofread nor edited yet!

Moving to New York was the scariest move I’ve ever done in my entire life. I found my roommate, Anika, on an online student’s website. She is the sweetest roommate ever. Our relationship quickly evolved from being roommates to friends. I remember the day she introduced me to her friends.

“Come on y/n! Don’t be scared, they’re the nicest people ever!” she dragged me by the arm to her friend’s apartment where we were supposed to meet. We only had a few blocks to go before arriving there. “Wait up Anika!” I pressed, laughing slightly, before doing a mixture between running and walking to catch up to her. She was more than eager to present me to her friends and finding myself alone in a dark alley in New York City was for sure at the bottom of my list. We quickly arrived there, and Anika took it to herself to do a quick reminder of who was who before we entered the building.

“Alright, so there is Mindy right, my girlfriend. Then you have her brother Chad, they look like each other, you’ll definitely recognised them both quickly.” She spoke quickly, hands flying in every directions and eyes smiling, with that little sparkle of excitement.

I sighed with an airy chuckle, trying to take in as much information as I could.

“Then you have Ethan, he’s Chad’s roommate. Tall, curly hair, really shy. And finally, the ones living in the apartment where we are going. So, you have Quinn, the redhead, Sam the older sister and Tara the younger one. Alright?”

“Yeah, I guess.” I chuckled nervously because of the many individuals I’ll soon be faced with.

She already told me about the Carpenters sisters and what they went through. At first, I was really sceptical of mingling with them. I really did not need to attract murders around me, but she was able to convince me that all of that was behind them. And I mean, the murders were all in Woodsboro, we were in New York, surely, they would not go as far as to follow them here just to kill them. It also apparently took a lot to convince them to let me join them. No surprises there, I would definitely be wary of anyone if something similar were to happen to me.

“I can’t wait for you to meet them” she grinned from ear to ear. I reciprocated her huge smile, looking down to her sparkling eyes. The shots we drank in our dorm were probably slowly kicking in.

Who I guess was Sam came to open the door for us. “Hey Anika!” she greeted with a smile. “So, you must be Y/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.” She gave me a tight smile, eying me cautiously but still trying to be inviting.

“Hey, yep it’s me. You’re Sam, right?” I could see her eyebrows drawing together, eyes slightly darkening and mouth opening, ready to say something. “Oh no! Anika just described me everyone and I took a wild guess!” I rushed to say, clearly getting where her look was coming from. What a way to start. Her face relaxed a little bit as she gave me a slight nod and opened the door further to let me in. Anika who watched the exchanged intently and was ready to step in at any moment, led the way, holding my forearm. Meanwhile, Sam busied herself with closing the door before moving to the kitchen.

We were directly greeted by everyone in the living-room. Sitting down, talking, playing board games and having fun. They quickly stopped and looked at Anika and myself, broad smiles adorning their faces. They all seemed as if they were waiting for the introductions that never came, as Sam made her way back to the living room.

Anika went on and greeted everyone while I remained put where she left me. Chad noticed the discomfort on my face and took it to himself to present everyone. “Hey Y/N, Anika told us a lot about you!” Anika turned around when she heard her name and quickly smiled as she saw the interaction. Chad continued, “So this is Mindy” she winked at me and gave a small wave as she took Anika in her arms, who was settling in next to her. “This is Tara and Sam, the infamous sisters” he continued with a slight chuckle, probably to diffuse the tension. Both sisters gave me a slight smile. “This is Quinn, the sisters’ roomie” which was quickly followed by a greeting coming from the redhead. “And finally, this is Ethan, my roommate.” I gave everyone a smile followed by a “nice to meet you” before my eyes fell on Ethan who was looking at the ground. Probably sensing eyes on him he quickly looked up to me. Deep brown eyes, it felt as if he was reading my whole soul. No words were exchanged. Words were probably needless here. We locked eyes for a few seconds too long before we were cut short by Chad, “So who wants a drink?”

That was the first time I locked eyes with him.

Music was coursing through my ears. It was the usual semester opening party and everyone went there to get wasted before focusing on their classes for the following months. I was slowly but surely getting attached to my new friends. We met only three weeks ago but it was an almost instant connection.

“Let’s get drunk” Tara said as she took my hand and dragged me to the kitchen and the makeshift bar. She handed me a plastic red cup full of a liquid. I really hope it’s beer, I don’t think my stomach could handle anything else. Bringing the cup to my nose, I felt myself gagging in disgust. It was, in fact, not beer. I quickly put the glass back down and proceeded to help myself directly from the fridge, eyes directly landing on a beer bottle. I opened my beer and turned around. No Tara in sight anymore, great. I moved quickly, being pressed in between people as I tried to find my friends.

From the corner of my eye I made out a mop of curly brown hair. Changing the course of my direction I walked quickly to Ethan who was drinking something with Chad. They downed their drink and turned around to face me, sensing me approaching them. While Chad seemed super happy as he hugged me, Ethan looked as if he bit into a whole lemon. I looked up at him and quickly realised that he still had not swallowed his drink. I let out a heartfelt laugh, one of my hand coming up to squeeze his cheeks. Not pressing too hard I quickly prompted Ethan to swallow his shot. As realization hit Chad, he let out a slight chuckle, his hands landing on Ethan’s shoulders followed by a “Come on dude, be a man”. The shock on his shoulders coming from behind him startled Ethan which forced him to swallow abruptly the remnants of alcohol in his mouth. “I need some air.” He quickly muttered through gritted teeth. It sounded as if he was going to throw up.

Chad looked at me as if to ask me to take him outside for a while. I agreed by directly grabbing Ethan’s arm and leading him in the backyard of the house party. The cold hit of fresh air on my face was a relief. Breathing deeply, I turned my face towards Ethan, he did look already a little bit better.

“Ethan, I’m going to get a water bottle, alright? You stay here.” I made sure to speak a little bit louder and to articulate a little bit more to make sure he understood me. Giving a slight nod, I took that as my cue to leave.

Pushing through the crowd, I made my way back to the kitchen. I was reaching for a water bottle as I felt two arms wrap my upper body tightly. Turning around, I was met with Anika’s drunk face, Mindy on her side. She did not look too drunk, maybe a little bit tipsy. But that was in comparison to Anika who was going to have a really hard time tomorrow morning.

“Hey girls! You alright?”

“Oh, we’re just fine!” Anika slurred, gripping Mindy.

“We were actually looking for you.” Added Mindy. “Where were you?”

“I had to bring Ethan outside. I don’t think the boy can handle alcohol.” I laughed slightly, pointing to the water in my hand. I started to make my way back outside when Anika decided to say, way too loudly, “Please, use protection! Too young for babies!”

As the heat rushed to my face, I quickly rolled my eyes with a nervous chuckle before making my way back to Ethan.

I found him laying on the couch under the porch. Smiling to myself, I went to sit down next to his legs.

“Ethan! Here’s your water.” He slowly opened his eyes, struggling to focus on something, before looking at me. One of his hand reached to the side of the couch, helping to pull himself up. He sat correctly, with a groan. Downing a few sips of water, he quickly gained colour back to his face.

“Feeling better?” I said softly. He only nodded, not breaking the eye contact. “Thanks y/n.”

The air around us was thick. I took the time to notice the small details on his face. The way his eyebrows arched while looking at me. His plump lips parting slightly. The faint trace of water glossing over them. The stubble growing back in certain part of his face. Without noticing I felt him leaning in. A hand caressing the side of my head, over my hair. My mind went blank as I knew what was about to follow. His eyes focused on my lips before closing. The last space between us was quickly filled by his lips colliding with mine. I could feel the heat pooling in my stomach. Bringing up a hand to the side of his face he took that as a sign to deepen the kiss, tongues dancing with each other.

“Hey, have you seen – Oh wow, oh, my bad, so sorry. Oh my god.” Tara kept on rambling while trying to hide the sight in front of her.

We quickly broke the kiss laughing, still looking at each other before turning to Tara.

This was the first time I kissed him.

Being with Ethan was easy. He was the nicest and most caring guy I’ve ever met. He was a dedicated guy. Spending time together was easy.

Chad was supposed to be away tonight, Ethan invited me over for a study date. I finished class pretty late this evening. Grabbing some Chinese food, I made my way over to his dorm.

The air was getting cold, autumn right around the corner. I quickly crossed the park between the restaurant and his dorm. Once to his place I felt relief flood my body. I never felt in security in this city, being young, out late and alone was the recipe to disaster.

Knocking twice, Ethan quickly opened the door. “Hi” he said, face softening as his eyes met mine. “Hi” I answered in the same tone. Droplets of water dripping from his hair onto his face and his shirt.

“I brought food.” I brought the hand holding the bag up in front of him. An exciting smile replace the soft one from earlier. “Great, I’m starving.” He answered opening the door wider to invite me to come in, which I did. We sat on his bed, and he got ready to put a movie on the small screen he shared with Chad.

After dinner we started working on our essays and revisions. It’s been two hours now and I could feel the concentration slipping out of me. Looking up from my position on the bed, my eyes met Ethan’s already fixed on me, a glint in them I’ve never seen before. With a sigh he closed his book and got up to settle next to me. He curled his larger frame to the side of my body. I started chuckling as he started to pepper my neck with kisses, his hair tickling my cheek. “Ethan” I said, dragging the end of his name. “I need to finish this paper.”

“You can do it tomorrow morning, I know you don’t have any classes.” He continued between kisses. One hand reaching to close my computer and putting it on the floor.

The kisses took a turn as he brought his face up to mine, lips detaching from my neck and moving to my lips. One of his hand tightening in my hair as he deepened the kiss. He quickly rearranged himself to be settled on top of me, his other hand dragging itself along my body, discovering the unexplored. A small gasp left my lips as I felt his bulge between my legs. It was not my first time, but I knew Ethan was a virgin and that is why we decided to take it slow. “Ethan” I whispered. “I want you, y/n.” He continued kissing me with a new passion. “I can’t wait anymore.”

And with that was the first time we gave our whole to each other.

We were all together in Sam, Tara and Quinn’s apartment. Ghostface was apparently back and ready to kill. I was sitting with Anika in the living-room while the others were having a heartfelt discussion in the kitchen. My mind was racing. I knew what it meant getting involved with them, but I think I did not realize the extent of it. Fumbling with my hands, I could feel my waterline swell up with tears.

“I’m not ready to die.” I whispered while looking to Anika. Her eyes caught mine and held so many emotions. She quickly reached over and embraced my body in her arms. “I’m not ready neither, but it’s gonna be alright.” Her hands were drawing circles on my back as I tried to ease my breathing.

“I’m so scared of losing you, or Ethan, or Chad, Tara –“

“Stop y/n. It’s going to be fine. We’re all going to be fine.”

I’m not sure if Anika said that more for her or for me. Anyways, I felt miserable, but I needed to get those words out of my chest. These people became a second family in a really short time. Our hug was cut short as we heard every phone in the apartment ring almost simultaneously. Anika looked at me for a brief second, eyes wide, before reaching for her phone. I did the same, but I deeply wish I never did. The picture on my phone was the worst thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I felt bile come up my throat as I could not look away at the picture of Ghostface killing Quinn. The four in the kitchen came running to us. We all stood in front of Quinn’s door as the commotion in her room died down. One of my hand reached up to my mouth, trying to stifle my shaky breath, brushing my tear-dried cheeks on the way.

My eyes were glued to the door and unable to move. Suddenly, it is as if everything moved in slow-motion. I saw the door being kicked open, Ghostface rushing out, trying to slash at anyone in the way. I could not move; I could not react. It was a nightmare; I would wake up soon. But no. It was not. Mindy tried to push me out of the way, our upper arms getting slashed in the way. I was directly brought back to the present, a rush of adrenaline settling in my body. The burn from the slash went to the back of my mind as only one thought remained – survival.

Everyone ran away, the group being separated. Tara and Chad were able to move out of the apartment. At least they were going to be alright. I followed Sam around the apartment, that’s when I saw Ghostface’s back to me, his knife plunged deep inside Anika’s side. My eyes welled up again and I involuntarily let out a scream. It made Ghostface’s mask whip in my direction, his head tilting slightly. Sam then reached for the knife holder and hit him on the back of the head, giving Anika the time to join us with the help of Mindy.

I never felt so helpless. It’s as if my body acted on its own mind. Everybody rushed inside Quinn’s bedroom.

“Y/N, the bathroom door!” Mindy called out to me while trying to tend to Anika’s wounds. Once again, my body was acting on its own. I ran in the bathroom trying to close the first door before Ghostface kicked it back open. Stumbling back, that’s when I reached for the second door, the last barrier between us and the masked killer. As I was trying to close the door on him, I felt the blade breaking the skin of my upper arm again, but this time deeper. Alarmed by my screams, Sam came to my help, pushing a drawer against the door.

I started crying. Crying because of the blood, because of Quinn, because of Anika, because of the pain. I was crying because I was scared. Sam took my shoulders in her hands and shook me slightly, trying to bring me back.

“Y/n, I need you to put yourself back together.” I started nodding frantically.

“I need you to go to that window, grip the ladder and go on the other side. Can you do that for me?”

I heard her, I knew what I had to do, but it was as if I was made of stone. A huge slam coming from the door brought me back, as one of my hand clutched the wounds on my arms.

“Can you do that, Y/N?” screamed Sam. I nodded quickly as I got ready to climb to the other side. That is when my eyes caught Anika’s. She was in pain and in a bad shape. I quickly made my way to her and embraced her. “See you on the other side.” I whispered, giving her a kiss on her forehead.

I started to cry silently, climbing on the ladder. Okay. Breath in, breath out. I got on all fours and managed to cross the ladder fairly quickly. Sam’s friend and neighbour catching me. I saw Sam climb on the ladder next. Then Mindy. There was only Anika left. I was not crying anymore. My body was high on anxiety. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, fingers shaking while holding the ladder as steadily as I could. She was almost in the middle when Ghostface burst into Quinn’s room. My eyes widened in fear.

“Come on Anika! Please hurry… please, please, please…” My pleas were drowned by the other’s.

Ghostface sunk his knife next to the ladder, grasped the end of it and started shaking it. I was putting all my strength to hold the ladder as straight as possible.

“Anika, come one, please, please, please, please.” Tears were now running freely down my face. Eyes scared.

That’s when I saw it. That’s when I saw her grip let go, her fingers detaching from the metal. Her grip on the ladder, the only thing separating her from a sure death. My scream was mingled with Mindy’s. I quickly pushed the window away from my body. I could not see that. I could not see my best friend lying on the floor. I could not see her lifeless stare. I felt empty.

That is the first time I lost someone to Ghostface.

I found myself clutching my side as I just witnessed Chad get repeatedly stabbed to death by two Ghostface. Tara and Sam ran away but I was stuck here. Frozen. When one of the Ghostface started charging towards me at full speed, my feet finally decided to let me flee. From the corner of my eye, I caught the other one grabbing his arm. I did not have the time to wait and ponder. I ran even further. Seeing Sam and Tara, between detective Baily and Kirby. All guns drawn, ready to shoot.

My head started spinning, probably from the loss of blood. That’s when a shot rang through the room. All fell silent. I tried to see what was happening, but my vision was becoming even more blurry. I had to sit, willingly or not. I felt my legs shaking and slowly give out underneath me. I slid my body down a pillar. That’s when I saw Kirby’s body lying down a little bit further. Another sob escaped my lips. I tried to wipe the tears escaping my eyes. My eyes travelled from the sisters to detective Baily. I could not hear clearly what was being said. My ears were ringing, both from the wound and from the shot.

Suddenly, two ghostly faces appeared on either side of him.

Oh no.

It was him. We were fucked. We were dead. I thought back to when I told Anika we’d see each other on the other side. Well, I wasn’t so wrong now. I let out a mixture between a sob and a chuckle. This made the five faces across the room turn their heads towards me.

“So, aren’t you going to tell us who the fuck you are, mmh?” taunted Sam. Everybody turned their attention back to the girl. Everybody except one Ghostface.

I felt my stomach turn. I knew that gaze. I knew it all too well. All emotions disappeared from my face in a second. He reached behind his head and brought it back forward, taking the mask with it.

All air left my body.

My mind stopped working. I could feel my heart breaking, my stomach turning, the bile rising. Ethan looked back at me. Regret flowing from his eyes.

I was crying, repeating to myself that I was in a nightmare and that I would wake up. I probably looked mad. I was mad. I was on the verge of death and I could not die in blissful innocence. No, I had to suffer even in the last moments. had to be betrayed.

Tara and Sam were crying. Seeing their friend lose themselves like that was as bad as watching them die in front of their eyes.

You saw movements, someone approaching, a mop of red hair in front of you. Your eyes were focused on the back, on the glistening eyes of the only person you’ve ever trusted. The only person you loved more than anything. The only person who played with your feelings and your sanity until the end.

“Goodnight, y/n” you heard being whispered in your ear. Your eyes remained fixated on Ethan. That is when you felt the cold metal plunging in your abdomen again, a gasp escaping your lips. You saw a single tear escape your lover’s eyes. He didn’t even have the courage to say anything nor do it himself. Coward.

With that last thought, you mind faded to black and your vision blurred before turning black.

That was the first time I was ready to die.

First came the noise, then the smell, the vision and finally the pain. My mind was faltering from conscious to unconscious.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry you don’t even realize. You did not have to die. Wrong place, wrong time. There was nothing I could have done. They had to pay. But you didn’t.”

Your eyes focused on Ethan’s face. His cheeks were wet of tears. He had blood dripping from his mouth. He was laying down next to you, his curly hair sticking to his forehead because of a mixture of blood and sweat.

Your heart ached, it ached because of Anika and for everyone who suffered because of him. But deep down you knew that it also ached because you still loved him. You knew, but you could not fight your feelings. Not right now, not like that. You reached for his hand, bloody, two persons in love, on the verge of death, how ironic. Your other hand felt the space around your legs and found what you were looking for.

“I’m sorry, I love you Ethan. I always will.” You whispered, sobbing. Each shake of your body making blood seep out of your wound. You felt your grasp with reality falter, but you needed to do that. For her.

“I love you Ethan, so much. But I also loved Anika, she was my best friend, and you killed her.”

With the last words escaping your mouth, you plunged the sharp glass on his side using the last of your strength. Every single sound was muffled by your laboured breathing and your cries. You couldn’t do anything except locking eyes with the gasping boy in front of you. I felt myself slip away from consciousness while looking at him. Those deep brown eyes. It felt as if he was reading my whole soul. No words were exchanged. Words were needless here.

That was the first time I wanted to die.

My whole body was scattered with scars. My mind was wounded for the rest of my life. I would never be the same.

Almost one year after and I never truly moved on. I mourned my late best friend and my ex-boyfriend every single day. Mindy tried to help me move on with life as best as possible. I continued with my degree. Every single study session was ending with an evening crying all the tears in my body. The others were as alright as one can be after being chased and traumatized by, not one but three killers.

Today marked the one-year anniversary of me meeting the group. They organized a small gathering, eating and drinking. I made my way to their new apartment, knocking on the wooden door. Sam came to open the door. “Hey y/n.” she said as she embraced me in a tight hug. I made my way inside and was greeted by the others. I could feel my chest tighten due to the memories flooding back. The only thing was that three persons were missing.

After a long sigh I tried to lighten up, started a conversation and went on with my evening.

I’ve been here for a few hours and needed a break from people in general, I needed a few minutes by myself.

“I’ll be back.” I informed them, getting up, grabbing my beer and my handbag. I made my way to their fire escape and settled down on the cold metal, looking down on the street underneath. I took a sip of my beer before setting it back down. I then quickly reached in my bag for a cigarette which I lit right away. I had to find a way to relieve my nerves and it helped.

My eyes focused on the people walking, imagining their lives, traumas, backgrounds, families, friends, lovers. I was feeling good, not stressed out or anxious for once. That was until my eyes met those eyes. Those deep brown eyes which felt as if they were reading my whole soul even from across the street. No words were exchanged. No words could. A small and gentle smile forming on his face.

I tried to straighten myself up to see better, knocking over my beer at the same time. My eyes drifted quickly trying to catch the bottle. Coming back up they met back with the sea of people passing by. Helpless to find those deep brown eyes again.

This was the first time I felt myself have a purpose again.

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