#like I was trying to stream it for friends and everytime they appeared it was like...

[hydenine]

I really loved the movie Robot Dreams and I've seen it twice now, but there is something extremely jarring about the number of shots where the twin towers are prominently featured in the background, especially since the film seems to have nothing to do with 9/11 sjdjjdjf

[jweekgoji]

Cooking by the book!

Pavitr/Reader.

tw: yandere/ obsessive behaviour, unhealthy themes, reader is yandere, one sided love, mentions of blood, needles in the food, mentions of killing, a tiny bit of cannibalism, vomit, no ending, reader is version of Harry Osborn. minors/antis do not interact.

What bad could happen during simple baking cupcakes session with your clueless— friendly hero Spider-Man?

”Come on, Pav, I know we all feel really worried about Gaytari, ” you chirp sweetly, circling around your friend, who is looking down in sadness, holding a mobile phone in his hand. He has been waiting for a call from Gayatri for two days. Nothing. ”But we need to stay strong no matter what, you know?”

Knowing Pavitr, the young man had probably already gone around the whole Mumbattan in search of the poor girl, her father, classmates, even none of her friends could tell where she was. And this only hit the boy’s heart more, making him clutch his head in despair, every time he thinks about where the love of his life could be. What if she might have gotten lost on the way home when he was too busy with his job as Spider-Man to walk her home? What if some villain took her away from him!? What if—

“Pav, look at me, ” you placed your hand on his shoulder, squezzing a bit and leaning closer, giving him a reassuring smile on your face to make the boy feel even slightly better if it helps. “You have to eat something, do you even remember when you last had your meal? Aunt Maya and others really concerned about you. Me included.”

Pavitr looks up at you slowly, eyes bloodshot and full of tears, he struggles to keep them from just streaming down like during heavy rain, how could he not? His first love, first girl in his life with whom he felt so happy and just thinking about her makes him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Now, when she's not around, he really can't help but to feel like part of him was stolen.

“You know what? Let's cheer you up a little...” you nonchalantly pet his cheek, as if he was some sort of puppy to you, before you grab his hand and walk with him towards your kitchen. “I know a little something will totally make you feel better.”

You clap your hands happily, while Pavitr still sobs and sniffs softly, trying to force out of himself a slight smile, after all, you're his best friend he knew since childhood. You two perfectly match eachother , since your father showed his affection with money only, but never actually cared about your feelings, not even giving you a slightest bit of affection. Pavitr had love and care you received, but he struggled with money constantly, making him run to work from work after school everyday.

“We're gonna make cupcakes?” he asks, curiously peeking through your shoulder, already preparing dough for cupcakes, mixing sugar, eggs , flour and milk. You nod at his words, giving him a little sweet taste of the substance you created, and he licks it, probing it on the tip of his tongue, before his eyes shine in delight.

“This tastes so good already..!” he finally smiles towards you, his mood finally lighting up a little, so he quickly joins you in this baking process. You can't help but smile back at him, his cute expression always makes you weak, so joyful and naive, radiating warmth like a little sun. Warmth always appears in your soul when you are near him.

He never notices the glances you throw at him, always peeking at him everytime when he doesn't see. Too busy preparing small cupcakes, decorating them with sweet red and blue icing. You only avert your gaze when he finally notices, and you pretend as if you weren't staring at him a few seconds ago. With slightly trembling hands, you mimic him, making your batch of cupcakes with vibrant green and purple coloring."

15 minutes left until your cupcakes are finally ready in the oven. You are both sitting at the table, each in your own thoughts. Silence seemed pleasant to you, there was no need to say anything, it was always nice to just sit next to Pavitr like that, his company was enough.

But the boy next to you couldn't say the same, no, you weren't unpleasent to him, it wasn't like that at all. These thoughts of what might happen to Gayatri made his thoughts grow more and more gloomy. Inspector Singh doesn't say anything to him and ignores every question, none of his friends at school even look his way.

Pavitr did not even notice how quickly his foot was hitting the floor, and the nails were scratching and tearing the cuticle almost to the point of blood. He would definitely tear his hand to the flesh if you didn't give him another, but more confused look. Pav stops, looking you in the eyes, with obvious nervousness.

“Hey, do you think…Gayatri will be alright..?” he says quietly, not looking away from you. Pavitr looks at you with such hope, as if one word from you can change the whole fate of his life. “I-I just really try not to think too much about it, but you know, she's my girlfriend and—”

"Time to take the cupcakes out of the loop." you cut him off sharply, getting up from your seat and grabbing the tacks.

Pavitr gulps, feeling a little hurt that you so rudely ignored his question. Maybe you are already tired of him? He spends so much time with you after the recent event, he literally has no one else to turn to but you. He's obviously fed up with you. You want to swoon over him just like his classmates, don't you? So??

“Fuck-fuck, fuck! Damnit!” you cuss, as you slammed the hot plate on the table in a hurry, the red burning marks already appearing on your skin from where you gripped the plate.

“Shoosh bro! Are you ok!? Let me see!” Pavitr runs up towards you, grabbing your hands worriedly, as he looks at them, examining for more wounds.

You hiss a little in pain, the unpleasant tingling on the tips of your fingers makes you feel as if sharp knives have been inserted into your nerves. Your friend wrapped his arms around yours gently to avoid further injury and turned on the faucet so the cold water could ease the pain.

“Hold them like that for a while, okay? I'll find some First Aid Burn Cream!” he warns before running into another room and finding the necessary medicine for you.

You just nodded your head at his words, letting him leave you alone for a while. Pavitr really seemed to try not to make you wait too long, but your house will always be too big for him, so finding something very small will be very difficult. However, he found the desired burn cream and was carefully applying it to the pads of your fingers. Every time you whispered 'I'm sorry!' or 'bear with me, please!'

After Pavitr is done with it, you both can finally sit down at the table and eat. It seemed that it should be a short snack, a small delicacy with a pleasant feeling of youth in the mouth, somehow to improve your mood. But Pavitr felt too exhausted, emotionally and physically from everything that had happened today.

“Oh man, I'm so hungry, I could eat a whole plate of it,” he whines, picking up the one and shoving it into his mouth, gulping it whole and not even bothered to chew it properly.

“Go on, I don't mind, pal,” you brush it off, leaning against the chair to watch him intently with those piercing green eyes of yours.

Pav could only moan in pleasure, that was too good! Seriously, you two added just few spoons of sugar and strawberry jam or whatever that jam was and it tastes like heaven?! He was ready to reach for another one until something sharp stuck inside his throat, making his breath to hitch before he starts coughing violently.

He bends down, frantically swallowing more of his own saliva to somehow force this something down his throat, hoping it will help. It only added to the bitter taste of iron, no, blood in his mouth, which mixed with saliva with each sip as his tongue pressed against the lower palate. The strange pressure at the bottom of his throat continued to grow until the sensation of all the contents of his stomach blended into one.

At last he spat out the remains of the cupcake, which was still somewhere down his throat along with the rest of the vomit, a soft and wet red-yellow mass of all the almost digested food with little sharp needles stuck carelessly on every side. Arms shake around the table to try to get up and finally look at you, begging for help or an explanation.

“What— what the hell!? How did this thing even get—” he struggles to speak, probably from shock which pretty much dulled his senses and the blood which is pouring down his cheen rapidly.

“Oh? Can't speak normally now? Good fucking God you can't,” you rolled your eyes, letting out a sigh of relief as you stand up to walks towards him.

Pavitr's hands tightly holding his mouth closed, in naive attempt to make the bleeding somehow stop. He breathes heavily through his nose, chest raising and falling so fast that his heart might jump out of his ribcage now.

“At least now you finally stopped talking about her, ” you placed your hands on both sides of his face, leaning closer to him and never breaking the eye contact.

He looks up at you with such an innocent expression, eyes full of tears once again, chin trembling, trying not to gulp the disgusting mix of dark red liquid inside his mouth.

“You just claim to be very good in reading people but you pretty fucking stupid to notice the obvious,” the grip on his face tightened, making both of you feel unpleasant feeling where the pressure is. “Can't even notice how all this time I have been the only one here for you, not her not this friends of yours from ‘other school as exchange students’, who left you when you needed them the most.”

You hug him tightly, burying your face into his neck and thinking maybe he will finally realise how much he mean to you. How much you love him, how much you need to have him here with you.

“And you were here with me too when I needed you. You helped me to get through after my father's death,” you whisper, on brink of tears already after remembering yourself, finding your father in his own room, dead in hands of no other but hero of Mumbattan Spider-Man.

Pavitr visibily tenses up, you can feel his shoulder muscles bulge after mentioning this, eyes wide and now his eyes unfocused, not looking at you.

“And I knew she would hurt you, I couldn't let her break your hear, so I did what was the best for the both of you, ” you placed your palm over his stomach softly. “Since you were always stuck on her side, now you could be always closer to her.”

Your hand slowly tracing circles around his stomach, until you finally move away slightly to look at him once again, eye to eye.

“I bet she was really nice to taste, huh?”

[lust4life01]

I wish I was your girl. chapter 1

First chapter is a little short, just to introduce the story and move it along! Set around the early seasons :) -please check out this post for warnings.

You dont know my mind.

Your head laid on House's bare chest, as his fingers drew soft circles on your shoulder, while you both listened to each other's heavy breathing from the highs you both just came down from.

Breaking the sweet silence, House couldn't help but ask a provocative question ruining the simplicity being held in each other's company.

“Are you sure you’re not a porn star?” He asks with a huge grin plastered across his face.

“Ha, ha, very funny. And anyway you'd be so lucky, old man.”

Your tone sarcastic yet playful as you try to hide the smile creeping onto your lips, while staring up at him with doe eyes.

House dramatically places a fist to his heart and lets out an exaggerated hiss.

“Ah, ouch! God I hope you weren't this mean to all your other bosses, or well pimps.”

“Mhm only the ones I was sleeping with.” You shot back immediately, earning you a proud smirk from him.

As he goes to get up to grab hisvicodin, and break from your touch, you let out a whine in protest, not wanting to feel the loss of contact.

“God, you're so needy, better keep you away from Wilson. Actually speaking of Wilson he's meeting me here in about half an hour, and quite frankly I wouldn't like to sit and explain why a member of my team is on my couch in her underwear.

You can't help but take his last statement to heart, you knew it was stupid as you were sleeping with Greg House, what more were you expecting? However the desire to be more than a fuck buddy had been creeping up on you lately and you simply wanted more. Was you just an employee with a nice set of tits and a nice arse to him?

“Actually, I was thinking maybe it wouldn't be terrible if people knew about us.”

You lowered your head and your voice was quiet and consumed with seriousness. House didn't reply for a few seconds until you lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“What? You can't be serious.”

After a moment he realised you in fact were not joking and let out a frustrated laugh.

“Oh my god. I don't see how you dont think its a terrible idea, (y,n), we agreed that we would just have great mindless sex, no strings attached. Why ruin that?”

He was defensive which just pissed you off even further.

You became more enraged and hurt the more you thought about the words spilling from his harsh mouth.

“That was then, this is now. Maybe I don't want to be your dirty little secret, who is chucked out everytime there's a threat of someone seeing us, forever. I'm not asking for the moon here House, I just don't see why you're so scared of a little commitment.”

“Yeah well maybe I didnt think by fucking you I was signing up to be husband for god sake. Did we sign a prenup?”

House's voice was mean as he spoke and his hand rested on his forehead out of frustration.

You let out a scoff of shock and disgust.

“Fine. I won't be bothering you anymore, you know unless a patient is dying, if that's even worth bothering you for.”

As fast as the words travelled out your mouth, so did your clothes appear on your body and feet step out of his apartment.

Tears filled with rage brimmed and finally spilled from your sad eyes once outside his apartment door. Thankfully spilling outside of House's sight despite them threating to stream from your face as soon as his vindictive words hit you.

— 2 days later —

Hostility wasnt near close enough to explain the feeling and tension between you and House. Snide comments and brooding stares were exchanged but other than the differentials and generally doing your job you didn't speak or acknowledge House.

House was being more of an ass than usual and it was obvious the team were starting to pick up on it as for the past couple of months he had seemed relatively happy. They ultimately knew there was no point trying to figure out Greg House.

Your best friend Foreman on the other hand had no problem trying to figure out why you had been acting strange. He was worried you might be slipping back into past habits.

He came to look for you while you were in the common room, where you were finishing up paperwork but mainly hiding away.

“Hey, how come you're in here instead of the office?”

He asks the question already knowing the answer, he just wanted to know why exactly you were hiding away,

Feeling slightly defensive not wanting to unload all your problems and thoughts on to your best friend, you did the only thing you could think to do. Lie.

“Um, I don't know, it's just quieter I guess. You gonna join me?”

You try to give him a convincing smile, although it definitely didn't work all that well.

He let out a sign of slight annoyance seeing straight through your lies, not understanding why you weren't being straight with him.

“Quit the bullshit (y,n). I can tell somethings up with you. You've hardly been yourself and believe me I know when somethings bothering you.”

You hated shutting Foreman out but you couldn't be arsed to explain that the reason you had been distant was because Greg House only saw you as a cheap fuck. I mean it's pathetic.

“Okay, yeah i've been a little off lately and im sorry, totally nothing of your doing. I just stopped seeing this fling but i don't know I was delusional to want to take it further. It's dumb really.”

He nodded his head to make sure you knew he was listening before finally giving you a sympathetic smile.

“Not to sound like a jerk but yeah that is pretty dumb. But he'd have to be even dumber to not want you.”

He let out a chuckle and you smiled trying to act like you agreed, despite knowing it was far deeper and more complex than you let on.

“Look, come for a drink with the team after work. Have a few drinks, or a few kisses and forget about whatever idiot you were screwing.”

You nodded your head in agreement.

I mean sure you know that getting out will dull the hurt you feel but the alcohol will only spur on your self destructive manic side.

What could possibly go wrong?

[sootneo]

no one gave a fuck when i posted this on twitter but hello, this is my personal au for what rt's character would be like in the dsmp:

— i think the role that would fit rt in the dsmp the best is a simple resource-full kind of character. i don't really see him engaging in like elections and wars. because of smplive, i like to think he'd make lots of potions and sell them around for cheap prices. i also REALLY like the idea of rt selling and trading some materials like diamonds and such, consequently having to mature a bit more on that to be able to get netherite.

+ a good main "characteristic" could be that. with time, he becomes professional at digging holes and progresses until he's able to build huge underground spaces, raising an entire empire while hundreds of blocks under the earth. he could have scars from his adventures to the nether, from exploring caves and ravines, and have his clothes go from the suit to a more simple look since he gets dirty easily, only switching to an usual snazzy attire when it comes to going around selling his beloved potions.

+ he could be good friends with techno over that! they'd probably trade a lot, and since they would go well together personality wise, it would develop into an "i'm actually just straight away giving this to you just do this silly favor for me and you can have it."

+ he'd probably get interested in building (before making his empire and everything), he was so dedicated when building the spire in that one smp that it was cute, and the 100 players streams are always about builds, so he would start making little dirt houses, then more cool wooden houses, then progressing through tutorials until he's able to make somewhat of a castle to live in. he'd probably take inspiration from past builds his scribers had made and maybe cc rt could ask for consent to recreate it.

— about the three lives: i think rt would be very scared of losing them, but not in a "i don't wanna die i don't wanna die i don't wanna die" way, but in a "man if i lose a life it's gonna SUCK ASS and i'm gonna be FUCKED pretty soon."

+ he doesn't like getting involved in any kind of pvp, with mobs or people, but he's not scared when it happens. i think he can be quite good at pvping (judging by that one charity stream he did with kevin with the natural disasters happening because that's also all i remember). he's also really good at fleeing from it, like parkouring around, so people would have to hunt him down to get him.

+ about losing them: i think he'd rather lose them in a dramatic situation than simply mining or getting killed by a mob. i wanna think he'd become more and more neurotic everytime he loses one. with 3 he's just chilling and talking to everyone. with 2 he's a bit too cautious of who he approaches or stays close to. with 1 life left he would actually just "go missing" and live underground, away from everyone; i think it would make a cool arc to have someone go look for him and end up stuck in all the mazes he has built and stuff, and it could end in them either becoming good friends or... rt killing them and people getting a confirmation that he's alive because the "_____ was slain by RTGame" would appear in chat. >:)

— about the relationships, rt with wilbur and techno is basically inevitable. but he'd befriend everyone, even if only to a "oh yes, we've talked once! it was nice!" point.

+ he'd be a bit too anxious to talk to tommy, but he'd probably try and befriend him over building stuff, that when he was still a newbie, making cute gardens and tents here and there with the little guy. he'd probably attempt to act like an older sibling just like he watched wilbur and techno do, not exactly soft-spoken but not being too loud so tommy could find a bit of peace in him, still laughing at his jokes and going "tommy, please..." between giggles when he's being mischievous. he'd be someone to suddenly crawl out of a hole just to help tommy when he was in exile, giving him food and some things dream wouldn't notice are different.

+ i like to think that the "tutorials" he'd use were actually lessons from phil. he'd visit him often and ask to help whenever he could, to which dadza couldn't say no to, getting proud whenever rt made something cool by himself or followed his tips while making something impressive for a newbie. they'd spend time building, but i think he'd end up asking rt for materials as well after techno had mentioned it to him one day. i don't think both ccs would like to get heavily involved in lore, so they'd probably talk about others just like they talk about them irl, except maybe once or twice for techno lore or wilbur lore.

+ he'd be good pals with eret too, being protective with him over fundy. they'd be the "we barely know each other but i respect YOU" duo. i think fundy would also really like him to the point of being a very present friend, visiting him often just to talk, maybe going on walks just to mess around. these two would come as package deal.

+ techno and him would act like they "just know each other," but they're actually almost best friends at that point. even though rt understands techno would rather be alone and do things on his own, he shows how he cherishes him by paying visits while bringing useful gifts, staying a bit to help techno here and there with like farming stuff or anything that is considered "not too much" as techno would say. if he called, techno would probably come running to help him. techno also likes the fact rt is good friends with phil, takes care of tommy and is someone who deeply cares about wilbur. i would like to think he'd actually help techno during the butcher happenings because of how close they could've gotten.

+ rtsoot. how do i get started on rtsoot. i don't think he would be the reason for rt to show up at the dsmp, i think rt actually would've wandered there and accidentally found a home for himself, but he'd have arrived just as soon as l'manberg would start counting down its last days. wilbur wouldn't have seen him yet, but rt had heard of his friend being there. the first time wilbur sees him, he has already become unhinged, throwing a "you've gotta be fucking kidding me. you, out of all people, rt?" at him and making him already notice something's happening. i don't like thinking they'd interact much other than wilbur visiting him once and acting very weird, saying things that would make rt worry even more, all while they're just picking berries outside in the forest. after that, wilbur dies, ghostbur comes along, rt helps tommy deal with that while he himself has to deal with the fact he saw wilbur's own father kill him. he feels incredibly depressed whenever he sees ghostbur, and even though the ghost treats him with lots of kindness, even bringing him berries with a huge note half apologizing half trying to understand what he's apologizing for one evening, he's not able to look at him in the eyes. it's not even a shell of his best friend, it's just a blurry image of his face staring right back at him, nothing about the man rt loved (/p) behind those eyes. when revivedbur comes back, he ends up getting closer to him, and when he notices something is ten times worse, he desperately tries to fix him (personally loving the idea of rt going "this isn't you, wilbur! this isn't my wilbur!" and will being so pissed off at him that he grabs his hand and puts on top of his chest just to go "feel this, rt? you don't, right? because i'm dead. your wilbur is fucking dead. i'm the walking corpse of your beloved best friend and everything he wasn't enough to be. you're facing an illusion, but when you look into my eyes you're facing reality. snap out of that pathetic fairytale of yours.") but after getting manipulated to hell and back, he just completely turns on wilbur. would also like to have him take maybe his 2nd life, the fall to a single life remaining and having wilbur as the one who pushed him would be soooooo good. maybe towards the end, if rt is still mentally stable (lol) wilbur could come back and try to apologize, not really knowing how to make it up for rt ("i hated it whenever you looked into my eyes. because i was here. he is. he never died, you know? your wilbur. and i'm sorry that i made it look like i killed your best friend, when he had been standing right in front of you this entire time.")

+ quackity is his "right person, wrong time and wrong judgment." it starts with something silly, like they're having a conversation with someone they both know but they keep saying stuff that clashes, so they're just weirded out by each other since the start. it gets worse when rt helps techno with the butcher thing – fundy easily forgives him, while ranboo and tubbo are understanding of rt's motives, but quackity just gets incredibly mad at him to the point of growing some kind of hatred towards him. they have peak tension after quackity finds out rt has been getting manipulated by wilbur, drama ensues, but quackity ends up saving his life at one point because he doesn't actually hate him, their feelings towards each other were simply messy since they barely ever talked. from then on, it starts to get better, and i think they'd make a good pair. i'd like to think he'd join las nevadas at some point with the sole reason of gambling his ass off but he'd rather do bets with quackity.

[cloudslostlibrary]

A new book has been found !

Book Title: Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Two

Characters: CC! Wilbur Soot, Reader

Genre: Fluff to slight Angst

Summary: You decide to do a minecraft date with Wilbur but it doesn’t quite go as planned.

TWs: Break up mentions, rude ex.

Author’s Note: This is the second part of this three part series! Below is the other released parts.

Part One

Masterlist

After a few days of hanging out together online, off stream, you had taken a real liking to Wilbur. Once you put aside your competition to be Tommy’s internet sibling, you two actually had a lot in common. Every time you guys hung out you were both constantly laughing and smiling.

Wilbur was really helpful in assisting you get over your break up, he had been keeping you very occupied. When he realized you were feeling better about it, he asked you about a stream idea he had.

“What would you say about going on a minecraft date for a stream?” Wilbur asked you over the discord call.

“That sounds like fun, let’s do it!” You agreed, smiling ear to ear just thinking about it.

Wilbur had decided that he would have Foolish build a restaurant in the middle of nowhere on a server Wilbur owned. It only took Foolish a few hours to build it and make it look nice. Wilbur then had to figure out who the waiter would be.

“Who’s going to be the waiter?” You’d asked him over and over, trying to prepare for who you’d be spending your time on stream with. “It’s not Tommy is it?”

Wilbur laughed, “No, it’s not Tommy.” He reassured you, “but it is a surprise, so stop asking. You’ll find out who it is when it’s time for the date.”

Date.

The word rang out between your ears.

You were about to stream a minecraft date with someone who you seemingly publicly hated, for all of his viewers.

“Wilbur, what if your chat hates me?” You worried, scrunching your eyebrows in deep thought.

“They won’t. Everytime we’re on a stream together they are always begging me to be nice to you.” He chuckled thinking of your past feud. “This is going to be quite the whiplash for all of them.”

“I mean Tommy doesn’t even know that we’re friends now, does he?” You questioned Wilbur, knowing he talked to Tommy more frequently.

“No, he doesn’t. He’ll find out soon though I’m sure. I’m going to go and start up my stream, alright?”

“Yup, I’ll be here.”

Wilbur deafened and muted in the discord call, leaving you all alone with your thoughts for a few minutes.

“Ding.” Your phone buzzed with the Twitch notification for Wilbur’s stream.

Curious, you clicked the notification and pulled up his stream on your phone. Instantly an ad played so you decided to subscribe for the first time so you didn’t miss his intro. After you subscribed you refreshed the stream and Wilbur’s face appeared.

“Hey Chat, how are you all doing?” Wilbur leaned into his mic and spoke gently, watching him do so made you giggle.

“Oh shit.” You said aloud to yourself as you saw his sub box update.

“Oh! If it isn’t the person of the hour!” Wilbur stood up and threw his arms in the air, “Y/n subscribed with tier one!”

Chat stopped moving for a split second. The calm before the storm it would seem because soon after it exploded with questions.

“What??”

“Person of the hour?”

“Y/n?!”

“Chat, today I am going on a Minecraft date with Y/n!” Wilbur announced, only causing the chat to go even faster.

You could see mods deleting messages left and right and honestly it was more funny than concerning.

“Poor mods,” you thought to yourself.

Wilbur however just seemed to move on, sitting back down in his seat and messaging you.

“You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You responded, opening up minecraft and turning on your camera.

Wilbur stopped for a second to look at you, “wow.” He thought to himself before quickly averting his eyes when you looked in his direction.

Wilbur unmuted and undeafened, switching his screen to minecraft. “Y/n!” He yelled, walking up to you in the game.

“WIlbur! Hey!” You smacked him and he jumped back.

“OWW!” He screamed.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You quickly apologized and Wilbur moved on almost immediately.

The restaurant looked so much better than Wilbur had told you. It looked like an Applebees got dropped in the middle of a flower field. It was perfect and because of that you had a cheesy smile plastered on your face. Wilbur could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

You both strolled up to the front door of the restaurant and Wilbur opened it for you.

“What a gentleman,” you remarked as you passed through the doorway.

Wilbur could feel his cheeks burning, and chat was calling him out on it, much to his dismay. You noticed and blushed yourself, making Wilbur feel a bit better.

“Where’s the host?” You asked looking around for someone to seat you.

“I think we can just seat ourselves?” Wilbur answered unconfidently before leading you to a table in the corner where you both sat down.

“Good afternoon.” Another British voice echoed through the restaurant before walking up to you.

“Oh! George is the waiter?” You laughed at his character’s silly waiter outfit.

“Whose George? I’m Jorge.” George plainly stated.

“Oh my bad, Jorge is the waiter then?”

“Mhm,” Wilbur hummed.

George dropped two pictures on the table, one for each of you. “Here are your menus, I’ll be back in a minute to take your order.”

“Thank you!” You opened the menu to look at it. “What do you think you’re going to get?”

“Uhm, I’m not sure.” Wilbur responded looking to the corner of the room before laughing.

You turned around to find what he was looking at and saw George crouched in the corner staring at the two of you at your table, causing you to break out laughing yourself.

“Are you ready to order?!” George screamed from across the restaurant.

To match his energy Wilbur did the same, screaming, “Yeah we’re ready!!” back at George.

George walked back over, “what would you like to order?” he asked you.

“I’d like some steak and a water if that’s alright?” You responded, throwing your menu on the floor near him.

“Alright, and for you?” He questioned your date.

“Could I also just get steak and a water?”

“Sorry,” George answered, “All out of both.”

“Oh- umm,” Wilbur looked back at his menu, “Can I have mushroom soup then?”

“Sure.” George took Wilburs menu and left.

“What a coincidence I ordered the last of both, they must have been really busy today.” You looked at Wilbur’s stream and saw his chat had slowed down ever so slightly.

“Sure looks like it.” Wilbur glanced around the empty restaurant as George made his way back over to the table.

“Two orders of steak and two waters.” He recited before dropping them on the table.

“I thought you said that you had run out of both?” Wilbur took all the food before handing you back yours.

“No, I never said that.” George ran back into the corner to watch you two again.

“What an odd guy.” You remarked making Wilbur chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about him.”

You started eating your food and talking about random things while you both enjoyed your food.

“Buzz.” Your phone went off.

Thinking it was a text from Wilbur you smiled and picked it up before your smile quickly dropped upon reading the message.

“I can’t believe you would just immediately jump on Wilbur to get back at me. You don’t even fucking like him! Really glad I broke up with you now that I’m seeing your true colors Y/n.”

Wilbur looked at your camera confused and sent you a message on discord, “Y/n, what’s wrong??”

Your eyes started watering as you finished reading the text from your ex and Wilbur decided it was time to end the stream, not knowing why you were on the edge of tears. He deafened in discord briefly to end stream, messaging George asking him to leave and that he would explain later.

With George and Wilbur now both gone you started sniffling, letting stray tears fall down as you blocked your ex.

“What’s wrong? What happened??” Wilbur asked once he returned to your call.

“I sent a screenshot.” You told him before bringing your knees to your chest in your chair.

You waited a few seconds for Wilbur to read it, wiping away the last of your tears.

“Why didn’t you block them?”

“I just did, I forgot.”

Wilbur sighed and frowned at your tear stricken face, just wanting to be able to comfort you.

“Do you have anything else to do today?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Umm,” you thought of your plans for the day, “No I don’t think so, why?”

“Do you want to go on a real date?” Wilbur realized how he sounded and started to backtrack, “It doesn’t have to be romantic or anything if you don’t want it to be. I think it could be a nice distraction, we can just go somewhere and do something fun-”

You cut off Wilburs rambling and said, “I’d love to go on a real date.” a soft smile crossing your face as Wilbur sighed in relief.

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes and leaving the discord call.

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Hi, I hope your requests are open. If so, may I request a V x Male! Reader (Devil May Cry), NSFW? Not to much v x make Reader in the internet >~<

Right you are, my friend. I'm sorry its taken me so long to reply. I haven't done a real request in a while and I was debating getting back into it. So without further ado, I present to you:

Alone Together

V x cis!male!reader SMUT

Warnings: dom!V, sub!Reader, mentions of blood (reader gets a paper cut), blood eating? Cum eating? Handjob.

It wasn't often that you were alone together, but everytime the occasion arose it made you sick with nerves. Being around V in general was difficult at times, to but it bluntly. Your little crush made you feel so small and silly. You are a grown ass man, damn it! You shouldn't be letting a man like V get to you!

Alas, it can't be helped really. V exudes sex appeal. He has you feeling dizzy with eye contact alone. It's enough to keep you up at night, attempting to soothe edged nerves as you stroke yourself to the thought of his breath on the back of your neck.

You like to think he doesn't notice the way you respond to him. You like to think you keep a good mask, but V is far more observant than he has any right to be. He's noticed the blushing, the sighing, the giggling, the avoidance when he becomes all too much for you. He finds it adorable. He's been toying with the idea of toying with you ever since he first noticed your attraction to him.

He's finally come to terms with the concept of enjoying someone else's company, your company especially. You're soft and kind to him in ways he hasn't experienced for a very long time. But apart of him wonders if it's only because you find him physically attractive. He'd like to test that theory. He'd like to test a great many things.

But anyways, you're alone together now. Tucked away in the study, about half past nine at night. The grandfather clock loudly ticks away in tune with the crackling of the warm fire. V sits in a chair in front of the fire, reading peacefully. He enjoys the quiet, enjoys listening to the soft ambient sounds of this moment as your pen scribbles at the paper on your desk.

You're trying your best not to simply panic and run out of the room. You're almost certain V would prefer to be alone as he often is. You're working hard to hurry along your work so you can be out of his hair as soon as possible. The pen nib gently scratches against the page, creating a familiar but unwanted sound. V looks up at you, he appears almost annoyed. Your eyes meet for a moment as you lift and drag the pen from the paper and over to the ink well. Distracted, you miss the well intirley and proceed to scrape the dry, sharp pen nib across the knuckle of your finger. You drop the pen and hiss at the pain you've caused yourself.

V stands abruptly and leaves his book behind as he approaches you. You cradle your hand close to your chest, grasping the bleeding wound. You look up to see V towering over you, as he often is. Your mouth agape in confusion, your lashes batting over your eyes as you watch him.

"Are you hurt?" V's voice is hypnotic, you've completely forgotten about the throbbing pain on your knuckle. Now the focus is on a new throbbing, your heart beating so fast in your chest you think you're going to faint.

"Just a scratch, I'm fine." You try and pull away, but you pause as V offers his hand.

"May I see?" He asks. His eyes deep and focused. You have his full attention and you don't know if you can handle it. Shaking, you hold out your hand. V watches as the few and small droplets of blood roll down your hand. His thoughts are impulsive and inappropriate. He looks into your eyes, looking for any reason to not move forward. He can't find one. He pulls your hand up to his lips as his eyes stay fixed on yours. His tongue wraps around the ball of your wrist where the small stream ends, and drags across it.

You watch in horror as the man you've had an absolutely devastating crush on licks the blood from your hand. He follows it to your knuckle where he then latches and sucks. His eyes watching your expression. A devious smile creeps across those soft and plump lips of his. His tongue laps at the small cut before he pulls away to look at his handy work. When did your pants get so, tight?

"Have I frightened you? You look like you've seen a ghost." He smiles as he watches your cheeks heat with blush.

"Uh- No. No. You didn't scare me at all, it's just-"

"That's a shame. I should try harder then."

"V." You whisper breathlessly as his smile widens and he leans in closer. You're frozen as you watch his eyelids slowly fall over his deep green eyes. His lips meet yours and they're colder that you'd expected. You kiss back on instinct. It's a sweet push and pull with one another. One hand still grasped around your wrist, while his other cups the back of your neck to keep you close.

With heavy breathes you part only to press back into each other again. Before you know it, hands are everywhere. Grazing, grasping, gropping, holding, stroking-

You gasp suddenly and loudly at his touch. He jerks away very quickly. You look at him with pleading eyes, searching for an answer to his retreat. He looks concerned.

"I'm sorry, I should have asked permission." He spoke softly.

"It's okay. I was just, it just, it felt so good. I didn't mean to gasp so loud." Your voice shook as you spoke. V huffed out a dark chuckle.

"Well then, may I continue to touch you?" He asked as he stepped forward, pinning you to the desk now positioned behind you. His voice so deep and flowing from his chest, it has you weak in the knees. You bit at your lip and gave a timid:

"Mmhn." Paired with a quick nod. V watches your face as your jaw drops and another gasp follows. His hand cups the bulge in your pants and gently strokes it. He repeats the motion a few more times before he reaches into your pants and proceeds to play with you through your underwear. He takes his time, enjoying the little sounds you make as he toys with you. Eventually, he removes his hand in favor of pulling your pants and underwear down so that your hard cock bounces freely for him. He rests his nose below your ear as he kisses your neck. His hand returns to stroke you gently.

"So hard for me, hm?" He pures in your ear. You pant and moan for him. You can't help it, you're at his mercy now. But now you realize he's been doing all the work. You'd always imagined being on your knees for him, shouldn't you try to return the favor?

"C-Can I touch you?" You reach out a hand to, but it's firmly pulled away. V shakes his head.

"Naughty boy. I don't think so."

"That's no fair." You whine. V chuckles at you, his strokes pausing so that his thumb can gently press and circle the head of your cock. The pre-cum you fail to hold back lubricates your cock and once he returns to stroking, it's faster and tighter. You moan as your head falls back on your shoulders.

"The truth is, I'm afraid if you were to touch me now, I'd melt for you. And I don't want that now, not yet. Not until I'm done with you." Your cock bounces at his words, drawing closer to climax. His fist gently tightens around you, pumping away at you. Faster, his hands gliding across your flesh so perfectly it sends a shiver up your spine. You whimper for him. "So close already?" He moans in your ear. He can feel the way your body reacts to his words. His other hand creeps up below your shirt and finds your nipples. His lithe fingers flick and pinch. You can't help it now. You're so close and so needy.

"V! Oh god- I'm close. S-So close!" You cry, your hand gripping the sleeve of his shirt. His flat, warm tongue drags across your neck. You huff in pleasure. You can feel it, so close, so close to climax. V can feel your muscles tense, your thighs shake.

"Come for me." He hums. You do as your told. Your cock twitches violently in his hand as he firmly continues to stroke you through your orgasm. V watches with delight as you make a mess of yourself. The sounds you make are enough to have him rutting against your hip.

You pant for a moment, breathless and still sensitive. V removes his messy hand and brings it back to his lips. He licks the cum from his hand and hums to himself happily. You watch him as be turns and walks away to retrieve a handkerchief to help you clean up your mess.

"Should I return the favor?" You ask him when you're clean and dressing yourself. V smiles. He leans in again and plants a firm kiss on your lips.

"Perhaps. But not here. Your room or mine, little wanderer?"

[the-sprog]

I posted 5,937 times in 2022

That's 4,178 more posts than 2021!

160 posts created (3%)

5,777 posts reblogged (97%)

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I tagged 1,011 of my posts in 2022

#danny phantom - 49 posts

#dpxdc - 40 posts

#dcxdp - 36 posts

#yes - 26 posts

#billy batson - 18 posts

#omg - 17 posts

#goncharov - 16 posts

#unreality - 16 posts

#dc - 13 posts

#captain marvel - 11 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#im so sorry for my friends that have to deal with me talking about daredevil and doctor who all the time in the past 6-months i am so sorry

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Billy learned how to embroider because he needed a way to fix his clothes that also didn't make them look just like he had mashed random fabric together.

He got taught by an old lady who lives near the diner he goes to most days (she has no grandchildren and Billy has been great company).

He got into the habit so now he does it everytime there's something to repair. Little flowers, birds, tigers and (most prominently) lightning bolts start appearing on all his clothes.

When he joins the Justice League he starts trying to figure out how to do little designs of everyone's logo and when the time comes he uses his skill and the hero's respective logo to help fix their clothes and uniforms.

He once stitched back Batman's cape, even though the next day he was saddened by seeing that Bruce was using a new one (the fixed cape was secured inside a glass display).

Flash starts bringing him all the stuff he tears because he loves the little additions. He even buys the thread and needles for the Captain since he's making him use so much of it. Cap's fine with it, it's a good way to spend monitor duty.

Diana once payed him (she insisted because no labor should go unrewarded) to decorate a dress for an upcoming event she was planning to go to.

677 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#4

Characters who are overpowered children and the only thing that's stopping them from obliterating anything and anyone is their overwhelming sense of duty and responsibility >>>>>>>>> literally anything else

864 notes - Posted May 11, 2022

#3

Bare w me because I'm a newbie DC fan

But

What if Danny's connection to the JL was Flash? Iirc Bart is a forensic scientist. So...

Danny being the victim of a homicide and taking too long to regenerate because he's too far from Amity and the portal's constant stream of ecto. So Bart gets put in charge of figuring out who he is and what happened to him. and he realizes "oh fuck the kids a meta" because... Danny's blood.

And then Danny wakes up, freaks out because he's never woken up in a morgue before and runs before the police notices and contacts the GIW

Now Bart has a meta runaway victim of homicide in Central city and he has to decide whether contacting the JL Dark is worth it.

1,215 notes - Posted July 26, 2022

#2

Imagine if Danny ends up in Gotham and starts vigilante-ing. The bats let him, so they must know him, must approve of him in some way.

And, well, Danny is not shy to say he's a ghost or make death jokes. Kid seems to particularly dislike the Joker...

Rumors start going around. People connect dots (are they right though?) And well... A dead kid, who the bats help out, seems to really hate the Joker most of all, seems to be fixated on helping people...

They assume this new vigilante is just the ghost of Robin, who died not too long ago (iirc Jason stays dead for like a year. But like sliding timeline. It's confusing)

Now, the question is: do the bats also think this? If so, they probably don't mention Jason's name or call him Robin. Kids going around calling himself Phantom, least they can do is respect his wish. He doesn't seem to remember his life (because he wasn't the one who lives it but what do they know) so they try to not mention that either.

Jason comes back and is very confused when he hears about this new meta who people seem to be certain is the second Robin.

1,262 notes - Posted September 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Still thinking about the fact that in the movie this is basically how Billy gets chosen

Shazam: i need someone pure of heart to inherit the power of the champion of magic and protect the world

Billy, a little confused, slightly excited at the idea of superpowers: really???

Shazam: yes! But we're running out of time so you'll have to do

strucks Billy with a lightning

Dies

Billy, now 6'2: what the fuck

1,861 notes - Posted May 4, 2022

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Can we please get a part two to maybe your not so bad after all!!! I love it so much and wanna see the progression into a relationship <3

Of course!! Enjoy reading! :)

Maybe You’re Not So Bad After All… Part Two

CC! Wilbur Soot x Reader

Word Count: Little over 1.5k Words

Summary: You decide to do a minecraft date stream with Wilbur but it doesn’t go quite as planned.

TWs: Break up mentions, rude ex.

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Important: I’ve moved blogs, I’m over @cloudslostlibrary now :) hope to see you all there!

Part One Part Three

After a few days of hanging out together online off stream, you had taken a real liking to Wilbur. Once you put aside your competition to be Tommy’s internet sibling, you two actually had a lot in common. Every time you guys hung out you were both constantly laughing and smiling.

Wilbur was really helpful in assisting you get over your break up, he had been keeping you very occupied. When he realized you were feeling better about it, he asked you about a stream idea he had.

“What would you say about going on a minecraft date for a stream?” Wilbur asked you over the discord call.

“That sounds like fun, let’s do it!” You agreed, smiling ear to ear just thinking about it.

Wilbur had decided that he would have Foolish build a restaurant in the middle of nowhere on a server Wilbur owned. It only took Foolish a few hours to build it and make it look nice. Wilbur then had to figure out who the waiter would be.

“Who’s going to be the waiter?” You’d asked him over and over, trying to prepare for who you’d be spending your time on stream with. “It’s not Tommy is it?”

Wilbur laughed, “No, it’s not Tommy.” He reassured you, “but it is a surprise, so stop asking. You’ll find out who it is when it’s time for the date.”

Date.

The word rang out between your ears.

You were about to stream a minecraft date with someone who you seemingly publicly hated, for all of his viewers.

“Wilbur, what if your chat hates me?” You worried, scrunching your eyebrows in deep thought.

“They won’t. Everytime we’re on a stream together they are always begging me to be nice to you.” He chuckled thinking of your past feud. “This is going to be quite the whiplash for all of them.”

“I mean Tommy doesn’t even know that we’re friends now, does he?” You questioned Wilbur, knowing he talked to Tommy more frequently.

“No, he doesn’t. He’ll find out soon though I’m sure. I’m going to go and start up my stream, alright?”

“Yup, I’ll be here.”

Wilbur deafened and muted in the discord call, leaving you all alone with your thoughts for a few minutes.

“Ding.” Your phone buzzed with the Twitch notification for Wilbur’s stream.

Curious, you clicked the notification and pulled up his stream on your phone. Instantly an ad played so you decided to subscribe for the first time so you didn’t miss his intro. After you subscribed you refreshed the stream and Wilbur’s face appeared.

“Hey Chat, how are you all doing?” Wilbur leaned into his mic and spoke gently, watching him do so made you giggle.

“Oh shit.” You said aloud to yourself as you saw his sub box update.

“Oh! If it isn’t the person of the hour!” Wilbur stood up and threw his arms in the air, “Y/n subscribed with tier one!”

Chat stopped moving for a split second. The calm before the storm it would seem because soon after it exploded with questions.

“What??”

“Person of the hour?”

“Y/n?!”

“Chat, today I am going on a Minecraft date with Y/n!” Wilbur announced, only causing the chat to go even faster.

You could see mods deleting messages left and right and honestly it was more funny than concerning.

“Poor mods,” you thought to yourself.

Wilbur however just seemed to move on, sitting back down in his seat and messaging you.

“You ready?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” You responded, opening up minecraft and turning on your camera.

Wilbur stopped for a second to look at you, “wow.” He thought to himself before quickly averting his eyes when you looked in his direction.

Wilbur unmuted and undeafened, switching his screen to minecraft. “Y/n!” He yelled, walking up to you in the game.

“WIlbur! Hey!” You smacked him and he jumped back.

“OWW!” He screamed.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” You quickly apologized and Wilbur moved on almost immediately.

The restaurant looked so much better than Wilbur had told you. It looked like an Applebees got dropped in the middle of a beautiful flower field. It was perfect and because of that you had a cheesy smile plastered on your face. Wilbur could’ve sworn his heart skipped a beat when he saw it.

You both strolled up to the front door of the restaurant and Wilbur opened it for you.

“What a gentleman,” you remarked as you passed through the doorway.

Wilbur could feel his cheeks burning, and chat was calling him out on it, much to his dismay. You noticed and blushed yourself, making Wilbur feel a bit better.

“Where’s the host?” You asked looking around for someone to seat you.

“I think we can just seat ourselves?” Wilbur answered unconfidently before leading you to a table in the corner where you both sat down.

“Good afternoon.” Another British voice echoed through the restaurant before walking up to you.

“Oh! George is the waiter?” You laughed at his character’s silly waiter outfit.

“Whose George? I’m Jorge.” George plainly stated.

“Oh my bad, Jorge is the waiter then?”

“Mhm,” Wilbur hummed.

George dropped two pictures on the table, one for each of you. “Here are your menus, I’ll be back in a minute to take your order.”

“Thank you!” You opened the menu to look at it. “What do you think you’re going to get?”

“Uhm, I’m not sure.” Wilbur responded looking to the corner of the room before laughing.

You turned around to find what he was looking at and saw George crouched in the corner staring at the two of you at your table, causing you to break out laughing yourself.

“Are you ready to order?!” George screamed from across the restaurant.

To match his energy Wilbur did the same, screaming, “Yeah we’re ready!!” back at George.

George walked back over, “what would you like to order?” he asked you.

“I’d like some steak and a water if that’s alright?” You responded, throwing your menu on the floor near him.

“Alright, and for you?” He questioned your date.

“Could I also just get steak and a water?”

“Sorry,” George answered, “All out of both.”

“Oh- umm,” Wilbur looked back at his menu, “Can I have mushroom soup then?”

“Sure.” George took Wilburs menu and left.

“What a coincidence I ordered the last of both, they must have been really busy today.” You looked at Wilbur’s stream and saw his chat had slowed down ever so slightly.

“Sure looks like it.” Wilbur glanced around the empty restaurant as George made his way back over to the table.

“Two orders of steak and two waters.” He recited before dropping them on the table.

“I thought you said that you had run out of both?” Wilbur took all the food before handing you back yours.

“No, I never said that.” George ran back into the corner to watch you two again.

“What an odd guy.” You remarked making Wilbur chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m not so sure about him.”

You started eating your food and talking about random things while you both enjoyed your food.

“Buzz.” Your phone went off.

Thinking it was a text from Wilbur you smiled and picked it up before your smile quickly dropped upon reading the message.

“I can’t believe you would just immediately jump on Wilbur to get back at me. You don’t even fucking like him! Really glad I broke up with you now that I’m seeing your true colors Y/n.”

Wilbur looked at your camera confused and sent you a message on discord, “Y/n, what’s wrong??”

Your eyes started watering as you finished reading the text from your ex and Wilbur decided it was time to end the stream, not knowing why you were on the edge of tears. He deafened in discord briefly to end stream, messaging George asking him to leave and that he would explain later.

With George and Wilbur now both gone you started sniffling, letting stray tears fall down as you blocked your ex.

“What’s wrong? What happened??” Wilbur asked once he returned to your call.

“I sent a screenshot.” You told him before bringing your knees to your chest in your chair.

You waited a few seconds for Wilbur to read it, wiping away the last of your tears.

“Why didn’t you block them?”

“I just did, I forgot.”

Wilbur sighed and frowned at your tear stricken face, just wanting to be able to comfort you.

“Do you have anything else to do today?” He asked, breaking the silence.

“Umm,” you thought of your plans for the day, “No I don’t think so, why?”

“Do you want to go on a real date?” Wilbur realized how he sounded and started to backtrack, “It doesn’t have to be romantic or anything if you don’t want it to be. I think it could be a nice distraction, we can just go somewhere and do something fun-”

You cut off Wilburs rambling and said, “I’d love to go on a real date.” a soft smile crossing your face as Wilbur sighed in relief.

“I’ll pick you up in half an hour?”

“Sounds good.” You answered before saying your goodbyes and leaving the discord call.

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꒰ ✿┊Sakuma Ritsu angst - Let's stay like this forever. ꒱

I’ll be completely honest ok. I was feeling angsty and coughed this up. Fluff to angst childhood friends to lovers fic. absolute cringe. Æüghf. Also Nuri (@/nvzuna) helped me beta read this thankyuu Nuri !!

⇒ TW: Character death

He loved you. Very, very deeply.

And you loved him too.

You two would hold each other’s tiny hands under the starry sky when you were just kids. Ritsu would show you his teddy bear and let it lie between the both of you, as you gazed into the endless welkin, trying to count every single sparkling star with him. Everytime, you two will doze off together, hand in hand, with the fluffy grass serving as your mutual mattress. ‘Let’s stay like this forever, until we are old~ We can always look at the stars from here at night, just the two of us.’ ‘Sure~ ’ the young you would always respond with a chuckle.

In highschool, you would go to the music room at dawn afterclass, welcomed by the endearing sight of your dearest childhood friend, now significant other, playing his own solo on the piano. His own solo. Words could not explain how proud of your beloved partner you were. As his hand moved and swifted across the keyboard in front of him, he seemed deeply lost in his own world, expressing all his emotions, his feelings, and his love for you, with the delicate melody he had proudly composed. The music would echo in the whole room, and leaves a bittersweet feeling lingering through your veins. You’d then invite him to lay down on his bed, telling him how your day went, as he caresses your hair from the side and slowly places his head on your lap, a gentle smile slowly appearing on his face. ‘Nee~ Can we stay like this forever? You can be my pillow for eternity then~’

And now, you were with him, in a cold, icy hospital room. You’d give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, then join him back on the bed. You held his hand so tightly, fingers locked, never wanting to let go. You had known that this day would come. You always had. But you still couldn’t accept it. You could only watch him lie lifelessly on the cold and hard bed next to you.

Ritsu’s heart monitor beated slower. And slower. And slower.

That was when you shared your last kiss. You took off his oxygen mask, and left a soft peck on his lips. His cold, but still tender lips.

'Ritsu-kun, you told me that you would stay with me forever.'

'You lied.'

And you never realized the stream of tears that escaped your eyes, as you bid him that final, bitter goodbye.

He loved you. Very, very deeply.

And you loved him too.

[sakusahub]

💌 streamer!jk over the months (and you, his lovely girlfriend soon-to-be-wife) ᕱ⑅ᕱ

Jungkook considered himself a successful man. 24 years old, college student, stock trader and the most popular twitch streamer worldwide having the most followed account on twitch with his lives having 600k average viewers. You, on the other hand, weren’t as fortunate as him; being a 19-year old working with your art on your eighteen thousand followers twitter account selling your cosy, cute art (that makes everyone smile) through commissions.

It was funny, really. You met him in a famous gaming event when you bumped into him while going to the bathroom. He talked to you saying that he recognized you from your twitter account and that he really loved your art.

You weren’t actually into gaming and streaming, only going to that event for the experience, but it was kinda impossible not to know who the famous JK (bluebpie on YouTube and twitch) was, so you were happy when he paid you to do exclusive emotes for his twitch account.

This leads to now: both of you are in a one-year old relationship and moving together (to Jungkook’s house).

At the beginning, Jungkook was afraid to introduce you to his fans, something about them harassing you in the social media, but the first time you appeared on his livestream their reaction to you was totally the opposite of what Jungkook thought it would be: people praising you, paying subs only to tell Jungkook that they wanted to see you more times and your followers on Twitter increasing (more commissions increasing too).

Jungkook was a reserved man, not really showing his life out of his streams, so he was openly jealous of you when he read comments asking you to marry them, if you’re single, if the chat could take you in a date.

He only answered them with a “Nope, she’s mine.”

1.

“Heyy!! Jungkook, have you already showed them our daughter?”

As you sat on his lap while he just chatted with his viewers, the chat got confused with your comment.

Do you have a baby???

wtff jk why didn’t you tell us you had a daughter

I hope she looks more like y/n

You giggled reading all of them while Jungkook only rolled his eyes, caressing your legs on his lap.

Getting Puddin — your calico cat —, you held her and showed her to the camera. Jungkook only smiled at your happiness in showing your cat to everyone.

“This is Puddin, chat! I adopted her on Y/N’s birthday last year.” The chat exploded with comments praising you and saying that Puddin was cute. But a comment on the chat got his attention.

But JK, don’t you have plans in making a family with Y/N?

He stared at you, who was innocently reading the comments and thanking the chat for saying that both of you were cute. He sighed.

“Yeah, I do.”

2.

Jungkook thought about making a family with you more times than he likes to admit.

Marriage was also in his head, of course. Everytime you would go to a mall he would sometimes stop to look at a pretty wedding band in Pandora’s window, or stare at cute wedding dresses and imagine you in them.

One day, after a tiring stream on a friday night ended, he saw a picture from one of his friends on Twitter. It was a cute picture, really. Mina held her newborn baby in her arms, looking as happy as ever. Just like 1 million people, he liked the tweet and congratulated her. Deep inside, he felt something in him flutter.

He wanted you to give him a baby.

Jungkook took you to an expensive restaurant date, just like he always does, but he had something in mind for when you come home. He pampered you, paid for your expensive meal, kissed you when you entered his car and caressed your leg during the whole car ride to your shared home.

That night, you noticed his neediness when he asked for no condoms and pounded into you relentlessly, spilling his seed inside of you as you cried, creaming on his cock. If he didn’t put a baby in you this time, he had all the time in the world to try again.

3.

Jungkook started to notice before you even did.

Bigger and sensitive breasts, your increased urge to pee, mood swings that only Jungkook could handle and morning sickness. It was so obvious, principally for Jungkook who was always with an eye on you.

He was sure you didn’t know it yet, so he just waited for you. Meanwhile he would just pamper you. Jungkook was always gentle and soft with you, but this time it seemed like you were a doll. Always doing things for you, spoiling you with your favorite snacks and prioritizing you even more than he did before.

You started to notice Jungkook’s behavior, of course. But you also started to notice how you were also feeling: missing period, hips getting seemingly larger and the urge to vomit everyday, so your first reaction was to tell Jungkook.

As much to your surprise, he looked relaxed when you told him. He smiled at you and kissed you for hours, later taking you to drink some bubble tea while watching the sunset. He told you he made an appointment with a doctor, saying it was better than some cheap pharmacy pregnancy test.

In the two weeks waiting for the results of the pregnancy blood test to come out, both of you were calm. In your insecurities of being a false alarm, he held you in his arms and reassured you that everything would be ok and, even if you weren’t pregnant, there’d be many other times you could try again and again.

When the results came out, Jungkook was in the middle of a Resident Evil stream — needless to say, busy. But, not wanting to bother him, you waited (minutes before) for the results to come out online on the clinic’s official website while eating a fat spoon of vanilla ice cream.

With shaky hands, and afraid that Jungkook wouldn’t be there to comfort you if the results came negative, you logged into the clinic’s website and saw your blood results.

HCG Level 41.1 mIU/mL

RESULT … Positive

Jungkook heard you break down crying even through the soundproof walls of his gaming room.

4.

One month later, Jungkook was in front of his camera after saying to his viewers that his next livestream would not be for the new game Nintendo just released, but for a surprise he had to announce.

“So.. um… I don’t really know how to explain this so I am going straight to the point” he sighed. “Y/N is pregnant. I am going to take some time for her. My stream schedule will still be the same, but now her and our baby are my priority, so the streams will last less hours so I can take more time with her. I hope you understand, chat. That’s what I had to say.”

Next week, on Jungkook’s stream, the chat had some questions about you, since you were not so active on your twitter account anymore. (Actually, you disappeared out of the blue even before Jungkook announced to his viewers that you were pregnant and some people were getting worried)

What about Y/N? Is she ok?

Jungkook read the comment out loud and heavily sighed to himself. At first it looked like he was irritated, but then he hid his face in his hands and sighed again. He was flustered.

“Pregnancy went down well with her. She’s…” he sighed “…glowing right now. I mean, she has always been breathtaking but now it feels so different… I don’t know.” He laughed at the comments, a bunch of them saying that it was so cute that he was so head over heels with you, that he was a simp, others asking Jungkook to show you to the cameras, since you had disappeared from the social media to focus more on yourself.

Jungkook continued the stream, sometimes answering questions about you or talking about the games he was playing. And, as he promised to you, he ended the stream earlier, also explaining to the chat (again) that he was also going to take a time for you, the streams lasting a little less time.

He said bye to the chat and quickly went for a shower, wanting to finally lay down, cuddle you and talk to the baby even if you were already asleep.

Seeing that you were awake, Jungkook laid in bed by your side and started moving his hands up and down your back, enjoying the comfortable silence, the only sound echoing in the room being the light breeze running.

“Hi” you whispered in your soft voice and Jungkook didn’t understand why you were murmuring, but he assumed that it was not to wake up Puddin, who was sleeping in a ball in front of you and being caressed by your soft hands.

“Hi, pretty. Is everything ok?” He also whispered, not stopping the movement of his warm palms on your back. You nodded, getting closer to him and closing your eyes. “You napped all day, brat. Don’t sleep on me now, we have to eat something before going to bed.”

You giggled. You were so close that Jungkook could feel your sleepy breath mint. Then, with warm cheeks, you softly smiled

“So… glowing, hum?” Finally looking at him, you grinned. You saw a clip of the moment on Twitter, tearing up when you heard him saying such sweet things about you.

Jungkook was enamored by your pretty smile. He always has been.

“Shut up.” He laughed and hid his face on your neck, kissing your neck and jaw. The prominent red on his cheeks made something twist inside your belly (and it wasn’t your baby, for sure)

“You’re so… enchanting right now, angel.” The breath Jungkook let out was one of adoration for your face. Pretty doe eyes always looking at him and following him like a lost puppy, only wanting to be pampered by him; a pretty gummy smile that made his heart beat faster looking at it, everything in you was pretty. “It’s impossible not to fall for your charms right now, brat. I don’t think you have ever been this beautiful.”

Butterflies were making a picnic on your stomach while you laughed with cheeks reddening.

“So charming but you didn’t even ask me in marriage, wow, such a good boyfriend.”

He held your cheeks in his hands. “Oh, so you wanna marry me?”

“Are you asking my hand in marriage right now?”

“No, I just want a confirmation that you will accept.” Even if he was giggling, his tone was serious and you knew he wasn’t joking. “I know you’re waiting for it, pretty thing. And I want to wait for the exact moment.”

You didn’t reply, only looking at him. He took that as a confirmation.

“Ok, baby. Now let’s eat something. I’m going to make you a fruit salad.”

5.

Jungkook didn’t stream on weekends, so he took his day off to spend some time with you. It wasn’t something big, he just bought you a Mc chicken after you begged him to eat some junk food and massaged your legs while watching some silly movie.

Truth is: you napped all day in his lap. He made a vegetable soup for you and you ate with some juice on the sofa, just laying there. Then Jungkook found you asleep there (again), empty soup pot on the center table. Jungkook didn’t have the heart to scold you for being lazy all day: it was cute and you needed some rest, so he just laid there with you, not even sleeping, just cuddling you and relaxing at the sound of your soft snores and the city sounds from outside.

When you woke up, it was already seven PM and Jungkook was peacefully napping with his face in your neck and hands caressing your baby bump. Jungkook was so pretty that you felt like you were going to die. Sharp jawline, dark messy hair being so fluffy in your hands and pink lips adorning in a pout touching your neck. This sight for you was so pure that you felt love running through your whole body. You felt so happy by his side, pregnant with his baby and the whole world knew you were his.

You couldn’t wait for him to make you officially his, and the pretty ring Jungkook hid in his gaming room’s desk didn’t help for him to deny that he felt the same.

💌 I’m not happy w this felt like i could have done more &gave more details&feeling like my english is trash rn but it was in my drafts since idk june and i wanted to post smth so yeah thank you for reading maybe i’ll write a part 2 with jk finally asking your hand in marriage and reader giving birth its not a promise

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Meeting in the Middle

Pairing: Sakusa x reader

Genre/Warnings: NSFW, Yandere, Misogyny, Controlling Behavior, Degradation, Non-Con/Rape, Spanking

Summary: Sakusa shows you that he’s more than capable of meeting you in the middle and listening to you for a change. But be careful of what you ask for.

A/N: This is for the Poly Wives Angst Collab~ RIP us and our never ending collabs we create for ourselves.

If someone had told you five years ago that you’d be dating one of Japan’s most eligible bachelors, a professional athlete fawned over by media and fans nation-wide, the epitome of the strong and silent type, you would have laughed in their faces. What is this? Some silly fairytale? The childish checklist of “things I want in a boyfriend” you’d written in middle school?

But life has a funny way of working and you find yourself in an obnoxiously lavish and rowdy nightclub, made only more crazy by the surprising appearance of some VIPs.

It seems like volleyball has somehow become Japan’s national sport overnight and although you aren’t necessarily the biggest follower of anything remotely athletic, even you know exactly who the rambunctious trio catching everyone’s eyes are.

You can’t deny there’s more than just a bit of appeal in the way their button up shirts cling to toned muscles, but you’ve never been one for crowds and you stray to the emptier corners of the establishment to avoid being swept by the crowd of excited fans. But when Atsumu cheesily winks and flirts as he signs scandalously bared skin of female fans, you mockingly gag, only to whirl in embarrassment when you hear an amused snort from behind you.

“Not a fan of Miya Atsumu?”

Staring wide-eyed and slack jawed when someone asks you a question is very rude and you want to answer. But you don’t trust yourself with basic human speech when Sakusa Kiyoomi is staring at you expectantly. So you shake your head side to side instead, heat rising to your face at the small upward curve of his lips.

“Neither am I.”

Atsumu never lets the two of you live down how he’s the one who technically brought you together, even if it was at the cost of his pride. (You chuckle when you remember his loud squawking when Sakusa recounts the dialogue exchanged at your first meeting.) But even months later, even after Sakusa has officially introduced you to the rest of the MSBY team, even after they’ve accepted you as part of their cozy and rowdy family, you can’t stop feeling impostor syndrome.

Dating Sakusa still feels unreal and you can’t help but feel like you’re living someone else’s life, stuck in a rose-tinted dream, playing dress-up and make believe as you parade around in clothing far more luxurious than you’re used to, whisked around on your lover’s strong arm as you follow him around the world from match to match. And as lovely as it is, you long to truly make this relationship your own, to feel the rawness and grittiness of love and life, to experience the charm and comfort of being true to yourself and knowing Sakusa loves you just as you are.

But your desire to be with him, to call him your own trumps your own wishes and you find yourself quickly backing down everytime you suggest something that he’s quick to turn down, desperate to appease and please him even at the price of your own desires.

He’s never outrightly rude about his preferences, never raises his voice. But somehow that makes the judgement and disdain in his dark eyes that much more apparent. You remember a rough day of work you had, the relief you had felt about being able to swiftly swap your constrictive work apparel for a pair of worn-in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. Your outfit would certainly not win any fashion awards, but you blissfully sigh at how comfortable you are as you call a local pizza shop, ordering delivery self-indulgently.

You could feel yourself becoming one with the couch you’re lounging on, the television playing in the background. But even in the hazy in-between of sleep and alertness, your eyes snap open when the door opens and you lazily smile as your boyfriend enters your shared apartment, returning from another grueling practice.

“You look like you’ve had better days.”

Your smile slips, anxiety flooding through you as you self-consciously curl in on yourself while his lips purse, eyes scrutinizing your sloppy appearance.

“Umm, yeah...tough day at work-”

“Maybe you should freshen up with me. You might feel better in a...real outfit.”

You know better than to think that it’s really a suggestion, cursing yourself, humiliation coursing through you when you think of how foolish you were to get so comfortable so quickly. You’ve seen the caliber of the women who lust over your boyfriend unabashedly despite his long-time relationship with you. You need to try harder. You need to be better.

Self-deprecation rips you to shreds as you painstakingly groom yourself, donning a dress you know Sakusa loves, applying a full face of makeup and a spritz of his favorite scent. And despite how exhausted you are, how much you’d rather be slumped on the couch, gorging on a slice of pizza, it’s all worth it when you see the appreciative look in his gaze as his eyes rake over your figure.

But worry gnaws at you once more as the doorbell rings and his eyebrow raises questioningly at the interruption. It’s a painful walk of shame as you plaster on a fake smile, tipping the delivery boy, the usually tantalizing smell of cheese and grease only making you nauseous as you bring the box to the dining table.

“What is that?”

“Dinner…”

Your voice trails off and you feel so small, so pathetic as Sakusa’s face borders disgust as he observes the offensive item.

“You didn’t cook?”

The disappointment in his voice has you spewing excuses and apologies, your heart shattering when he merely waves off your ramble, telling you he’d order a salad from elsewhere and to enjoy your meal.

You never order pizza again and a steaming hot plate of freshly cooked food is always waiting for Sakusa when he returns home while you patiently wait for him with a painted face and impeccable outfits.

Your friends and family tell you how grateful you should be, how envious they are as they oggle your latest high-end designer pieces, cooing over how picture perfect the two of you always are, staring wide-eyed at your gorgeous home, not a speck of dust or object out of place. Who would have thought that you would be the epitome of the ideal housewife in such a short time?

Yes, you wonder. Who would have thought? Certainly not you.

If only they knew how deep down the deception goes, how lost you are in this pretend world you’re stuck in. And your heart twists and turns when your friends share about the little and big spats that happen behind closed doors, giggling and sighing in an understanding you’re not part of when they playfully complain about how much work love is.

But it’s always worth it in the end because the good always outweighs the bad if you’ve found the right person (not to mention the makeup sex is a bonus). Or so they say, but you wouldn’t know what any of that feels like. Sakusa doesn’t leave room for any arguments, any disagreements, any hint of anything less than a perfect relationship.

Even in the privacy of your bedroom, you feel like you’re in a cheesy porno, dressed in the prettiest white slip dress decorated with dainty lace and a string of pearls around your neck. You feel like a doll as you’re positioned on the bed, eyes demurely looking down, letting Sakusa do as he pleases while he guides you, calloused hands roaming over your skin. You’re sure he means for it to be pleasurable and intimate, and you can’t deny that he knows your most sensitive areas, shuddering when he grazes over your hardening nipples. But there’s a coldness to his movements, a calculating aspect in the way he examines you, dark eyes scrutinizing every inch of you as if they’re looking for a blemish, a reason to lecture you on not taking care of yourself.

Yet as predictable and standoffish as he is, he does know how to pleasure you and you writhe underneath him, moaning, lower lips dripping in your own arousal. But you whimper when he growls at you to stop moaning so loudly, to stop acting like a slut.

“I’m dating a lady, not a whore.”

The words cut you, pain and emptiness mixing with the rising pleasure, muddling into a confusing and overwhelming mess insides of you. You don’t trust yourself to speak, hot tears pricking at your eyes, unsure whether a moan or harsh words would slip past your lips. But you know that neither will work in your favor, so like always, you hold your tongue, doing whatever you can to keep your lover happy. You close your eyes, letting yourself get lost in the tightening knot inside of you, submitting to the waves of pleasure that crash over you as you cum, fingers tangling in the rumpled sheets, back arching in ecstasy.

Only when Sakusa is asleep, his back turned to you, the two of you cleaned and freshened up, do you let your tears stream down your face, feeling more alone than ever in your shared bed.

You hold out longer than you should, much longer than you should, in the hopes that things will improve, that Sakusa will loosen up, reveal his true self to you, let you reveal your true self to him. It’s just early dating jitters, early relationship issues. Things will get better.

Except it’s months later and things aren’t better. If anything, they’re worse and you can feel the weight of his expectations and the stress of perpetually living by a prewritten script crushing you.

It’s time to put an end to this charade.

It’s just another uneventful night and you idly stare up at the ceiling as you wait for Sakusa to join you in bed. Your heart is racing, throat feeling dry and choked up as he slips under the covers. You’re terrified, of Sakusa’s reaction, of ending everything, of starting from scratch. But you know it’s the right decision and when he finally settles in beside you, you begin to speak.

There’s only the sound of your trembling voice as you quietly tell him how you’ve felt all along, how everything has felt so prim, proper, fake, how everyday just feels like another session of rehearsing your lines, making sure you meet whatever standard he’s set for you. You want passion, real love, fights, laughter. You just want to be yourself. You just want to be with someone who loves you exactly the way you are.

“Kiyoomi, maybe we should break up. I don’t think we’re right for each other. I don’t think I’m what you want. I don’t think I’ll ever be what you want.”

“You’re right. Despite how much time, work, money, and patience I’ve spent to better you, you haven’t changed at all.”

You’re left reeling from the matter of fact harshness of his words, the slight exasperation in his tone, as if this is all your fault, as if you’re just a bothersome misbehaving pet.

“Prim and proper? Passion? Fights? So you’re tired of manners? Tired of being a respectable woman? You just want to fight and fuck like animals?”

You open your mouth to protest, anger licking at the open wounds his verbal assault leaves behind. But before you can retort, the air is ripped out of your lungs in a stunned yelp as your body is swiftly flipped over, your face shoved into the mattress until it’s a struggle to breathe, fabric and cushion all you can taste.

Your arms flail as you struggle to breathe, nails clawing at the sheets, arms trying to push yourself up against. But it’s no use against Sakusa’s strength and just as specks of black begin to enter your vision, fingers tangle with your roots and you gasp as your head is harshly jerked up, neck bending painfully back, jaw forced open from the strange position.

You whimper, tears beginning to blur your sight as a calloused hand turns your face until you’re staring at a condescending impassive countenance.

“If you want to be treated like a slut that badly, I’ll be a good boyfriend and give you exactly what you want. Ass up. Now.”

There’s no room for disobedience and spurred on by fear and pain, you listen, awkwardly shuffling into position, shame heating your face at how exposed you feel. But it’s only the start and you scream as a heavy strike lands on your bare ass, more and more blows raining down upon you, until you’re sobbing for mercy, agonized cries forced from your mouth, thighs trembling at having to support yourself through the torture.

Your upper body slumps in relief when the hits finally stop, but you flinch when fingers methodically prod at your entrance. You instinctively try to lurch forward, away from the touch, but it’s no use and you clench your eyes in humiliation at the sloppy wet sounds betraying your arousal.

“This is the wettest I’ve ever seen you. You really do like being used and treated like a bitch.”

You wish you could deny it. You wish you had the spirit to talk back, maybe even spit on that handsome face. But all you can think of is how full you feel as Sakusa’s cock slams balls deep inside your dripping hole, how deep he is inside of you from this angle, how overwhelmingly pleasurable the mix of pain and lust is as he uses you like you’re nothing more than a warm breathing sex doll.

All you can do is lewdly moan and take it, tears slipping down your face, drool seeping into the ruined sheets, eyes rolled back in your head. The coil in your stomach tightens and tightens no matter how hard you try and hold it at bay, desperately trying not to cum, not to inadvertently admit your body’s betrayal as it succumbs to every thrust. But it’s too much, the unfamiliarity of this brutal pace, the overpowering sensation of his tip reaching new depths inside of you, and you shatter to pieces, pussy convulsing, body twitching, pleasure like you’ve never felt before surging through you.

All through it Sakusa continues his relentless rhythm, a sneer marring his flawless face as he watches you suffer through your orgasm, writhing underneath him. It’s disgusting how much you love this, pathetic, pitiful, and yet he’s harder than he’s ever been, more turned on than he ever thought possible. And all it takes is a few more thrusts before he’s spilling inside of you, a strong hand holding you still and tight to him as his groin presses against your ass, not an inch of space between the two of you as he paints your insides white.

Maybe you had a point all along. You’re absolutely filthy and wrecked and he grimaces at the tear, sweat, and sex stained mess he touches as he shoves your exhausted body away from him. Yet there’s a certain appeal to your disheveled appearance, how ruined you are because of him.

How beautifully you break.

Well if you have no desire to improve yourself, he can learn to meet you in the middle, learn to let you be the low-life whore you have no desire to move up from. After all, that’s what you said love is, right?

Accepting each other’s differences.

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Among You and Me - Corpse x Reader Oneshot (part 2)

Fandom: Corpse, youtubers Warning: Profanity, a lot of swear words, fluffiness, quite long Pairing: Corpse x f!reader Summary: You and Corpse continues with your conversations and it makes you realize that you have feelings for each other. 

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After Corpse had followed you on instagram the two of you talked like nonstop for days. It almost felt like you had known him for years. You had the same humor and he talked about some horror stories he wanted to do and you thought they sounded cool - but not wanting to admit that they scared you as well. You talked about school and how stressed out you were for the essays and exams that were coming up soon.

“I have an exam next Wednesday so I will be off the internet the whole day :(“ you wrote and buried your head in your pillow. 

“That sucks big time.”

“It doesss.”

“Wait… Then you will miss my upcoming stream that day :(“

Shit, you thought. You really wanted to see his stream but right now you don’t have time for it. Which sucks even more than school.

“Probably, I’m sorry :(“ you said and locked your phone to get ready for school.

Corpse POV.

I read the message she sent again and didn’t know what to answer. My brain was so tired so it had problems with coming up with coherent replies. I was not prepared for how the feeling of hurt and sadness that came with that response.

Why did I react like this, of course she has other stuff to do than to watch my stream…

But I couldn’t shake the hurt feeling from my chest. Even though we only had talked for a couple of days it felt like we had known each other for longer than that. She felt like a close friend almost. And when she was with me on my streams, it reduced my anxiety and my nervousness to know that she was watching, somehow it eased my nerves a lot.

Why do I need you there with me to feel safe? he thought to himself and started to type in a response.

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)” he hit send. Thoughts fucking exams that is keeping you away from my stream.

Wait, wait, where the fuck did that thought come from? 

I shook my head, trying to think about something else. I pressed on (Y/N)’s profile on instagram and started to go through her feed. There were some selfies, some pictures of nature and different places where she had been. Some pictures with friends and some with her family. I stopped on a specific selfie of her. She looked so beautiful on it, all I could do was to admire it - and her. Then I did something I thought I’d never do. I took a screenshot of the photo and saved it as my background on my phone.

I will never meet her so this won’t do any harm, I told myself before I fell asleep.

Your POV.

You threw your bag at the couch and fell down face first in the bed. School was killing you at the moment and it wasn’t better with the essays that were piling up on your schedule. You groaned into the pillow and then took up your phone, one message from instagram. You opened it and it was from Corpse. Your heart made a little extra jump everytime you saw the name appear, and that he had answered you. You smiled and read the text. 

“It’s okay, nail those exams for me ;)”

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)” you felt bold writing the last part. But what the hell right? 

You hit send and waited for him to respond. He was probably asleep now, knowing his weird sleeping schedule. Not wanting to wait the whole day - it would drive you nuts and also give you thoughts like “what if I’m annoying or disturbing him?” “what if my message woke him up and he’ll get mad and never want to talk to me again?” “what if…” you know?

You opened your texted book and tried your hardest to study, but it was hard when your mind was constantly wanders away to Corpse - the man that has been on your mind all the time lately and you didn’t mind it really. 

Is it possible to fall in love with someone that you haven’t met? you thought. Because if it is so, then I’m fucked...

Corpse POV.

I must’ve slept for more than three hours for the first time in weeks because I almost didn’t feel dead. I looked over at my phone and I had two messages. One from Dave checking up on me and one from (Y/N). I checked (Y/N)’s message first.

“I will try my best to ace them, just for you ;)”

I got a warm feeling on my chest reading the last part, just for you. I liked that. I liked that a lot actually, more than I liked to admit to myself. I looked at my background picture and there she was smiling at me. Even though it was just a picture from instagram it felt like she smiled at me. And only to me. Some confidence sparked inside of me and I messaged her again.

“Can I get your number?”

Your POV.

You had taken a break from your studying and were watching Mark, Bob, Wade and Sean playing Phasmophobia. It was hilarious to watch. Your phone lit up and you had gotten a message from Corpse on instagram. 

“Can I get your number?”

You stared at the message, he wanted your number. Your thumbs were typing but were shaking so bad, all this kinds of emotions can’t be good for you. 

“Of course!” you typed and then wrote down your number to him. You hit send and bit nervously on your nails. Not long after you got a message from an unknown number.

Hey is this (Y/N)?

Yes is it! Corpse?

Oh thank god! I was nervous I had typed in it wrong and were messaging some weirdo.

You smiled at the two of you continued your conversations throughout the evening.

Some days later it was Wednesday and you had one of your exams. You were a little bit nervous but not a lot. You had tried your best to study, even with obvious distractions, and you had got some informations in your brain. 

Wish me luck on my exam! you send to Corpse, knowing fully that he was sleeping, it was early in the morning, or perhaps he hasn’t even gone to bed yet. Yoy got a ding on your phone.

Good luck (Y/N), not that you need it you are a smart girl. But I know that you are going to kill it 🖤

The heart in the end made your heart jump. 

How am I suppose to consentrate when he sends me stuff like that? 

The exam went like a dream, you knew all the answers to all the questions and it went by fast. You felt pleased with yourself and looked at the clock and it was just before noon. Corpse livestream had just begun!

If I grab a quick lunch I can get home before it is over! you thought to yourself and walked as fast as you could towards the school cafeteria and then straight home.

You made it just in the middle of the stream, they were playing Among Us and Corpse were super nervous. You felt bad for him because you knew that he was great at the game. He didn’t have to be so hard on himself. An idea popped up in your head. You donated 10$ to his stream and wrote:

“You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)” 

Now you were just waiting to see if he will notice the message. 

Corpse POV.

My hands were shaking so bad, more than usual. It was normal for me to be nervous before and during a stream but today my nerves were going crazy. I was making rookie mistakes as a impostor, like wtf I am supposed to be the number one impostor here. 

Fuck I wish my hands would stop shaking so bad, why am I so nervous? Well I knew the answer to the question but I didn’t want to admit it to myself. (Y/N) wasn’t here watch and it sucked so bad. I felt lonely and anxious. I looked over at the chat and was that I had recieved a donation with a message.

“”You are doing great Corpse and my exam went great ;) much love (Y/N)” Why thank you-... Wait a minute, (Y/N)?” my voiced cracked at the end of the sentence and I am sure someone caughed up with my surprised and overly excited tone. I took up my phone and texted her fast.

Please tell me that was you who wrote that.

I waited and I saw the three dots going of, not helping with my anxiety one bit.

Yes it was me, I finished much earlier with my exam than I anticipated, so I hurried home to see your stream. 

My heart became all warm over her message and I didn’t even notice that I had held my breath before I let out a huge sigh. She hurried home to watch me. My hands were shaking but not over my nervousness, but from excitement and, i don’t know happiness maybe. Three dots appeared again on the screen.

I couldn’t leave you alone when I know how nervous you get when you’re streaming.

Fuck... That sentence made me fall over the edge, if I haven’t already. I am falling for (Y/N) and I haven’t even met her... 

Yet.

A/N: Upon many requests, here is part two! It made me so happy to see all the comments on my first oneshot and how well recieved it got. Thank you all so freaking much! :D

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Despair

Yuu bitterly remembered the conversation from this morning, "After going through some ancient scripts I found in the library, I was able to find this...Earth place you spoke of. And briefly speaking, I am afraid going back there is impossible no matter what portal you use to travel." Crowly uttered the dreaded words

" Why?! If there was a way to come here then there must be a way to go back?

Crowley shook his head slowly with a (obviously fake) melancholy look on his face

"Unfortunately this world of yours contains no magic, therefore pinpointing its location is simply not possible. Portals like the mirror of darkness can locate other worlds as long as there is a magical signal to trace and yours has none. However, like every world out there, portals are bound to open by themselves sometimes even in a non-magical world like yours and that's how you were able to cross unto here."

"Then I just...have to wait for another portal to open ,right?"

"Every 100-200 years a portal opens in your world whisking away something or someone every time. Can you live that long? Rather, would you want to go back after all that time? Things will never be the same. You are but a mortal human after all.

Dread filled Yuu as she tried to digest this new information. This wasn't fair, she had done nothing wrong, she wasn't evil and yet everything she ever loved was taken from right under her nose just like that. The girl quietly muttered

"Then tell me this, why was I brought here by this college's carriage? Rather than whisked away that sounds more like kidnapped to me." Her voice was filled with bitterness

" T..that I still do not know..but not to worry for I will..

"DON'T MESS WITH ME!! DO YOU REALIZE THAT YOU'VE RUINED MY LIFE!!" The girl screamed while tears streamed down her face. She was alone, utterly alone in this alien magical cruel world. How many times did she almost die? How many overblots did she deal with? She might've looked fine on the outside, but she wasn't!! The only thing that helped her keep her fine facade of composure was hope that one day......that soon enough, she will find her way back home..to her family..back to her perfect happy peaceful life. But apparently.......that was never possible in the first place. The girl miserably covered her crying face.

"I have no future here in Twisted wonderland, nor can I go back home!" The the non-magical miserable crying girl's screaming ceased to a whisper "What...What am I supposed to do now? What do I do?" She was lost and confused, for the helplessness has consumed her being.

"F..for now let's calm down, okay prefect? I am sure we can find something that..Prefect!"

The prefect bolted out of the headmaster's office and ran to her old run down dorm.

................

And that brings us to now. Hours later after classes finished.

"Feels kinda nice to get all those pesky tears out of my system" Yuu muttered sitting on the ground and leaning against the walls of her room.

"Oi yuu, get out already! What's with you today? " grim's voice sounded outside their room but the girl gave no response "seriously what's with her?" Yuu could hear grim's fading footsteps.

For the next few days, yuu was nowhere to be seen at school which extremely worried her friends.

"Hey grim, aren't you two partners?!" Ace shouted with a worried look

"That's right! Did she really not tell you anything?!" Deuce added with as much worry

"How would I know!" Grim cried out looking annoyed "No matter how many times I ask, she just keeps blankly staring without saying a word"

"Sometimes it..it makes me feel like she's someone else, it's kinda scary you know!

"No choice then, we'll have to go there and ask her ourselves!" Ace and Deuce walked towards the Ramshakle dorm confident and determined to find out why their friend was so out-of-sorts.

..............................................

"YUU! WHERE ARE YOU? Ace shouted in the empty Ramshashakle dorm, but then the prefect with her disheveled appearance and PJs appeared looking....well like she's been crying for quite a long time.

"Quit yelling, you're gonna bust my eardrums." Yuu replied with an annoyed huff "what do you guys want?

"We're worried about you you know, you didn't come to school today or yesterday or the day before. What's going on with you?" deuce worriedly said

"Also your...eyes, have you been.....crying?" Ace whispered the last part. What could have possibly made her like this he thought to himself. Nothing quite noteworthy has happened this past week so what on earth? But he could find no answer.

"I'll be coming in tomorrow so...you guys can go now" the girl said with a melancholy look on her face, but Ace was having none of it.

"Sorry but I can't do that" Ace stubbornly stood and crossed his arms

"We came here to help you and that's what we're gonna do" determination was present on Deuce's face, determination to help a friend

"I SAID GO !!" The trio flinched "Please just..just go okay, you'll see me tomorrow anyway. I'll be okay then." Yuu faked a smiled laced with sadness

As they hesitantly backed off, Ace left with a "when you're ready to talk about it, we'll listen 'kay"

Yuu smiled gratefully "thanks you guys, I appreciate it. Really"

True to her word, yuu showed up at school the next day but....she wasn't quite herself. She was always seen either deep in thought, spacing out or frowning. While her friends were worried, all their tries to get her to open up were futile. However, her friends were not the only ones who noticed. That includes the...fearsome leech twins.

"Ne ne Jade, have you noticed how strange Koebi-chan has been acting lately."

"Indeed I have, it appears something has been on her mind lately"

"Right right, and she became like that after skipping school those other few days. I wonder what happened~" Jade and Floyd looked at each other then smirked

"This just won't do, as her senpai we must immediately hurry to her aid " Jade said faking a sad understanding look

"Everytime we get involved with Koebi-chan something interesting always happens~! " Floyd continued excitedly

Note: So this is really just a little try at writing for Twisted Wonderland and I might continue. Regardless, I hope you've enjoyed it.😁

[jeonbots]

AJAR (1) | Jungkook (m)

pairing: jungkook - fem. reader

genre: angst, smut, fluff

warnings: demon!jungkook, nogitsune!jungkook, troubled!oc, minor character death, mentions of death, mention of a car accident, oc keeps nightmare-ing, jungkook is a fear demon, nogitsunes love chaos, mentions of sex, drinking, swearing, explicit sexual content such as oral (f receiving), fingering, breast playing, nipple sucking; dark rooms, blood, wounds, drugging, taehyung is a prick i'm sorry, poor oc just wants to sleep peacefully, jk won't let her, partying, overuse of the pet name ‘sugarplum’

words: 5k

a.n.: heyyyy! ik i was supposed to post that wizards of wavery place au but i havent finished it yet, i wasn't happy with it so i decided to change it up a bit. this story however has been in my drafts for about a year sooo here's the first part! it's gonna be a 2 part story :)))) enjoy

part two

/!\ UNEDITED /!\

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You don’t remember the first time it happened. Or vaguely. Maybe five, six months ago? You’re not sure. But you do remember the darkness and the loneliness you felt at that moment. When you closed your eyes and you felt your body fall in an endless hole, skin itching uncomfortably. You had realized it itched because it was on fire, agony screeching out of your mouth and resonating in– in nothingness. And then you saw it. Its black, mundane eyes staring back at you like it was a hunter and you were its prey. You felt like suffocating until you had dug your nails into your palms hard to wake yourself up. Your body had jerked forward and you had screamed your lungs out until your throat burned, the tears streaming down your face uncontrollably. From this moment forward, you hadn’t sleep an entire night without waking up crying out loud in the middle of the night, your friend rushing to you. The first week, it was the same dream. The fall, your body on fire, the suffocating air, the piercing black eyes and your anxious and frightened awaking state.

The eighth night, you opened your eyes and found yourself on a cold floor, darkness surrounding you. You blinked a few times before adjusting to the poor lighting and suddenly your body shivered as you felt someone– or something– watching you intensely. You turned your head sideways trying to find the source of your discomfort but nothing was there. Until you heard it. A laughter. It was more of a snicker really, but it ran through your whole being, shaking your insides. The voice that had mocked you out loud had been so cold and dark, almost resembling a demon that you flinched. You tried to get on your feet but the cry that broke through you stopped you. You plopped back down on the floor, looking down at your body, taking in the deep cut and the blood pouring out of your right thigh.

“Help me! Please!” You cried, tears running down your face.

No response.

You lowered your head and sobbed. “I want to wake up.” You whispered, tears soaking your shirt.

Minutes, maybe hours passed. You weren’t sure. You just knew that you had stopped crying at some point. The wound on your leg didn’t seem to stop bleeding and you felt the life force being poured out of you everytime blood gushed out of your leg. You had laid back down on the cold marble, eyes closed and your arms and legs splayed out on the ground, resembling a starfish. The snicker from earlier returned and you abruptly opened your eyes, going in a sitting position and frenetically whipping your head around the area, searching for the source of your torments.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?”

The mocking grew closer and louder, and before you knew you were pulled back down on your back, breathe knocking out of you by the sheer force of the impact. You felt your arms move on their own accord, coming to lay against your sides as slender fingers grabbed your ankle and dragged you across the room, ignoring your pleas and cries for help.

“Let me in, sugarplum.”

It was softer than the snicker, but you still caught the dark timbre lying underneath.

“Who–”

Your body suddenly came to a halt and when you looked up, a large figure was towering over you. The jolt of surprise coming out of your mouth when the stranger bent down didn’t go unnoticed as you could make out rosy lips smirking right at you in the darkness. You shuddered as the stranger passed their fingers up your leg, ghosting over your wound before pressing down on it harshly with his palm. You cried out and tried to back off but your attempts were futile as two strong hands suddenly grabbed your hips, throwing you over a strong shoulder as they began to walk to some direction, you didn’t really know. You thrashed in the stranger’s hold, crying even more than before and before you knew, you were carelessly thrown on a mattress. Seconds later you heard footsteps and the click of a door, meaning you had been locked up in some room.

You sighed shakily as you glanced around the room. On your right, there was a small dusty bedside table with one drawer, a small lamp put on top of it and a box of matches right next to it. In the corner of the room, you could make out a maroon desk with some journals sprawled out on top of it and next to it a door closed, probably the one the stranger used to bring you here. However, on the opposite wall to your right there was another door. This one was slightly open. You frowned and forced yourself to get off the mattress, struggling to get on your feet. The second you were standing your legs gave away and you fell forward, landing on the nearest wall as your palms impacted your fall. The wall rubbed harshly against your skin as you let out a small cry, gasping at the pain running throughout your entire body.

How could a dream feel so real?

You brushed the thoughts off and started walking towards what you thought was your only way out of there, even if you knew deep down that it was not. You still were pretty much pressed against the wall, slowly making your way towards the strange door. When you finally reached it, you pressed a hand firmly against the wall as the other went to shakily grab the handle.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sugarplum.”

You froze.

No. Please.

You didn’t move. Not an inch. Not even to open the door completely or to turn around to meet your captor. But you sensed him shifting closer until his front was pressed against your back, an arm snaking around your waist to keep you close as you closed your eyes instinctively. His breathe fanned over your shoulder, lips brushing against your ear.

“Do you really want to face your biggest fears now?” He whispered.

“Please... let me go...” You whimpered.

“This is not the way out, sugarplum.”

He grabbed at your hips and spun you around and you yelped when you were met with familiar black eyes. Your own eyes grew wide and you took a few steps back until your back hit the wall softly. Even in all this darkness, the only thing you could make out about his appearance was complete dark and cold set of eyes.

“If you want out,” he followed your steps until he was hovering above your fragile and wounded form, “you just gotta let me in.” He ducked his head into the space between your neck and shoulder, nipping at your earlobe.

“Who are you?” You breathe out, staring at an invisible dot at the wall opposite to the one you’re pressed against.

He chuckled against your ear and a shiver ran down your spine. Yeah, that was straight up demonic.

He pulled his head out of your neck and leaned an arm on one side of your head against the wall and brought the other one around your jaw, lifting your head up to meet his intimidating gaze.

“Your worst nightmare, sugarplum.”

Then he laughed. It rang loud enough in your ear and you could hear the darkness in his mocking tone as he turned around and walked away from you. And suddenly, you were screaming. Screaming as you sat up in familiar warmth, hands fisting your sheets and tears running down your face. Realization dawn upon you as your cries had lowered in volume and you quickly pushed the covers aside, relief washing over you as your right thigh was not wounded. No blood, no horrible deep cut that made you want to puke. Your breathing was labored as you whimpered, the door of your room opening in a hurry.

“Fuck.” Your friend cursed out before making her way to you, sitting on the bed.

“I–I’m fine, I’m okay. It’s okay.” You avoided her gaze, hand coming to wipe off the tears on your red cheeks.

“No, you’re not Y/N. How long are you gonna keep this up? It’s been a whole fucking week and I don’t fucking know what’s happening to you. It scares the shit out of me.” Henri softly grabbed your head in her two hands, turning your head to meet her gaze as she rubbed your cheeks with her thumbs in a comforting way.

You breathed out shakily. “I think I’m going crazy.” You whispered, lower lip trembling as the tears threatened to spill out again.

“Let’s get you some help. Please.” She pleaded as she bore her eyes into yours. You nodded after a long minute and you saw the look of relief wash over your best friend’s face. She leaned forward as she pressed a kiss to your forehead then engulfing you in his arms. You rested your head on her shoulder as she rubbed your back.

-

“So, what happened before the incident?”

Three weeks later you were in seated in a beige sofa– a pretty comfy one, you had to admit– for your fourth therapy session with an older woman facing you on her baby pink armchair, her auburn hair styled up in a neat bun, a white dress-shirt tucked in a surprisingly colorful long skirt covering her legs as she had crossed one over the other. You learned after your first session that she liked fashion, noticing that her outfits were always on point and that she definitely should give you some advice. When you had woken up this morning, you had taken a quick shower and thrown on a grey sweater with matching grey sweatpants, not bothering to put make-up on. Why would you? You were about to talk about your deepest fears with a total stranger. You were glancing at the clock hung up on the wall nervously before she spoke up again at your silence.

“I can’t help you if you won’t talk to me, Y/N.” Her tone was soft and you felt your throat tighten.

You cleared your throat rather awkwardly. “Uh, I was out with some friends.” You nodded mostly to yourself but she hummed, telling you that she was all ears even though she was sometimes glancing down at her notepad to write something. “And, uh, there was this new club that opened on South Lake. We wanted to check it out and we were dressed accordingly so... we went. When we arrived there, the club was pretty full and we lost track of each other at some point... Uh, and I was pretty drunk. So I made out with a friend of mine and we uh, fucked. Yeah, pretty intense fuck if you ask me.” You laugh awkwardly as you saw the corner of her mouth twitch upwards. She was comforting, somehow.

“So yeah, I fucked the guy then I called my br-”

The words died in your throat as you froze. Clarisse felt you tense under her stare but nothing changed on her face.

“You were going to talk about your older brother, Jason?”

You lowered your head and started fidgeting with your fingers placed in your lap, gulping as you felt your eyes water. You hadn’t realized in your storytelling that you were going to have to bring up that subject at some point. You nodded shakily, a few tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I should’ve never done that.” You whispered and the last words came out in a broken whimper. The woman opened her mouth, about to talk but was cut off by your sudden voicing.

“Is it over yet?” Clarisse jumped slightly at the way you had abruptly raised your head, looking at the awful clock as you brought your hands to your face to wipe off the tears with the sleeves of your sweater.

“Y/N–”

“Oh,” you fake-heartedly laughed, cheeks still stained with wetness, “would you look at that! It’s been an hour already.”

“Wait–”

“Goodbye, Ms. Blackwood.”

You had already grabbed your bag and bolted out of the door as Clarisse sat on her chair, dumbfounded.

-

You never went back to therapy. A small part of you felt bad for leaving the kind woman in her confusion but the other part– the larger one– was relieved you didn’t have to go through painful memories anymore.

College isn’t as hard as you’ve imagined. Ever since your brother’s death you had found the world of books and words fascinating. At first, your roommate would ogle at you like you were some kind of wild animal who had escaped from the zoo then she understood the change in behavior. You were quite the party girl before the car crash; always going out with friends, having fun in summer homes or going to frat parties. And now you’ve become what people call a ‘bookworm’. Of course, it doesn’t take your mind off the horrendous and painful nightmares you’re having every night, but it helps get yourself distracted from the intense ache in your chest. At first you had tried booze to keep your mind off the terrible monsters haunting you but all it did was giving you painful aftermath headaches and a horrible sinking feeling in your stomach. The last time you got really drunk, you threw up your entire stomach in some random front lawn and you collapsed on the grass, dazing off to a sleeping state. And your eyes closed slowly until you woke up in a familiar dark room, pleading and begging to be released.

You swore you’d never drink again.

“Y/N!” A warm breathe tickles the side of your face and you turn your head sideway to face the person who’s arm is draped around your shoulders, the other coming to settle around your waist, clinging to you loosely.

“You’re drunk,” you state, looking at your friend’s giggling form.

“And you’re not,” she pouts as she leans a bit more on your frame. “Come on, get drunk with us Y/N.” Her words are slurred.

“Henri,” you sigh. Your nightmares aren’t unknown to your friend, in fact, when it first happened, she was the first person you called, your sobbing making her heart ache through the receiver. She had decided to join you that night, knocking at your door fifteen minutes later, hands full of junk food and candy. You had spent majority of the night laughing and eating your fears away, Henri wanting to make you feel better. After that night, she’d decided to move in with you.

You look down your half-empty cup, the brown-ish liquid taunting you. You can practically see its mocking smile, waves of gold beaming through the dark beverage. “You know I won’t.” Before she can protest though, her warmth disappears and you hear her gasp and you see from the corner of your eyes the boy you recognize as her boyfriend Justin pressing his lips against hers, silently rolling your eyes.

The living room is packed with people grinding against each other, kissing in corners or going up the stairs, probably to fuck their sexual frustration away. Justin’s frat house always throws the most anticipated parties in the campus, and of course Henri wouldn’t miss it for the world. They’re like– the must-go parties, house full of free booze and weed in every corner, half of the campus always attends them. You hadn’t gone to a party in forever though, still traumatized by the last time you were blackout drunk but Henri had insisted the whole week and you said yes just a few hours ago. You didn’t feel like dressing up but she almost screamed at you to at least make an effort and you settled on a high-waisted black denim skirt that stops mid-thigh and a black tube top tucked underneath with some white sneakers after a long hour of Henri rummaging through your closet.

“Y/N!”

Turning your head to the familiar voice, you smile as the dark-haired man you’ve grown to appreciate the company of walks towards you with his own beaming smile.

“Oh, I’ve missed you!” He engulfs you in his arms as you giggle before awkwardly patting his back with your free hand.

“I’ve missed you too, Taehyung.”

Justin was the one to introduce you to Taehyung at his birthday party three years ago. He had been Justin’s drug dealer for quite a few years and he had been hooking you up ever since. Deciding to stop doing drugs ultimately made you stop calling Taehyung for weed and cocaine, and you two lost touch as the months went by.

“It’s been– what, about a year?” He says as he steps back, rubbing the back of his neck. You briefly glance at his appearance, loose black dress shirt and the tight fitting jeans hanging on his hips. The shirt’s collar is large enough to have his collarbone peeking out of the fabric, your thighs clenching under your skirt. You skillfully hide your evident arousal as you learned to do over the years and look back up only to find yourself squirming when you notice his lingering gaze on your breasts covered by the thin fabric of the tube top. He slowly licks his lips and you bite back a whine, your slick arousal already starting to seep through your panties and onto your inner thighs.

“Ten months,” you correct with an apologetic smile on your lips.

“Yeah,” he looks back into your eyes at your words and nods before looking around the place, not an ounce of shame taking over his features for being caught staring. “Uh, I haven’t had the chance to, uh, say it but I’m sorry for your loss.”

You gulp as you look down at your drink. “Thanks–”

“W-well not the chance but you know what I mean.”

You giggle as you shake your head. “It’s okay. Thank you, Tae. It really means a lot.”

Memories flood through your mind as you recall the times you would get high with Henri, Justin, Taehyung and a few other friends before the accident, all spread out on the couch and the carpet of some random house as you’d talk and laugh about basically anything. You’d say those were the happiest moments of your life and you’d do anything to turn back time and have this short yet vivid moment of happiness running through your veins just one more time, dopamine spreading through your whole being. And those nights you had spent in Taehyung’s bed, his cock pounding your walls as he sucked bruises onto your skin, the delicious drag of his length sending you over the edge.

As if answering your– unwanted –prayers, Taehyung slowly approaches you with a sly smirk, a hand propped on the counter beside your hip as he leans over your figure. You look up at him quizzically.

“I thought maybe,” he licks his lips as he glances down at your lips and back at your eyes, “you’d want to have some fun.”

You raise an eyebrow as his free hand digs into his jeans’ pocket, a small plastic bag dangling from his fingers as he lifts his hand at eyes level. You’d recognize those blue pills anywhere.

“No.”

“C’mon, Y/N. Just one, like old times.”

The hand that was on the counter comes hovering your neck, his slender fingers softly caressing the skin there. You shudder as his palm grabs your nape more firmly, his thumb rubbing the side of your neck.

“Taehyu–”

His sudden lips on your ear clamps your mouth shut and your eyes flutter, the lids closing as he starts to suck on the lobe. The grip on your half-empty cup weakens and you hastily put it down on the counter behind you, a few droplets of alcohol spilling on the marble. He presses his chest against yours as he starts kissing down your neck, licking and sucking until he reaches your collarbone where he vacuums the skin in his pink-tinted lips, a whimper making its way past your own. His arms snake around your waist and press you even harder against him as you grab his biceps for leverage, his hard-on poking at your thigh as you gradually let your head fall back.

You don’t notice the small blue pill he manages to sneakily drop into your beverage, its shape dissolving in the drink to slowly disappear into the abyss of its intoxication.

-

“Holy fuck.”

Your back arched against the mattress and your eyes closed in unadulterated bliss as Taehyung laps at your clit, you moan shamelessly as your hips jerk at each flick of his tongue against your cunt. He hungrily devours your sex and your buzzed state doesn’t protest even after your third orgasm. You still haven’t touched his cock.

“Ho– fuck– Tae, stop, I can’t– ngh– too much.”

He reluctantly leans away from your pussy, mouth and chin covered in your juices as he hovers your fucked out state, his smirk growing wider as he wipes your arousal off his face with the back of his hand.

“I still gotta fuck you full of my cum, baby.”

You release a shaky breath as you bite your lower lip, one hand seductively traveling down the expense of his chest through his shirt as your lust-painted eyes drink in his features. As you reach down his jeans, you subtly grab his crotch as you palm his hardened length, his breathing growing heavier.

“You’re still that needy?” He chuckles and you nod, boring your eyes into his as you lean forward to pepper kisses on his jaw.

You whine when his deft fingers rub your slit, coating his digits with your cum. “Fuck me, please. It’s been so long.”

“I know baby, I know.” He suddenly shoves two fingers in your sloppy hole, a moan slipping past your lips. “Gotta stretch you first for my cock.”

The sudden yet pleasurable stretch has your eyes rolling back in your skull, his skillful fingers pumping in and out of your heat at a delirious pace as your hands fist the sheets beneath you. His thumb comes rubbing at your clit and your hips jerk in his palm, loud moans escaping your parted lips. The stretch of a third finger in your walls has your orgasm spiraling at full speed, untamed pleasure hitting you for the fourth time tonight, your lips parting in a silent scream as you plop your head back down on the sheets.

“Fuck,” the man curses under his breath as he lazily fucks you through your climax, his own hard-on becoming way too painful. You slowly catch your breath as his fingers slip out of your heat and he presses his hips into yours, your thighs caging his waist.

You smile up at him through closed eyes, your high slowly descending and when your heartbeat regains its original pace, you open your eyes.

And your smile falters.

Familiar cold dark orbs are staring right back at you instead of the warm brown of Taehyung’s pupils, and you try to squirm away but find it impossible as the same invisible force pins you down.

“I– you–”

He chuckles.

“Sugarplum, long time no see.” His hand strokes your hair and you whimper, your legs still locked around the man’s waist.

“Please,” you whisper weakly, a tear rolling down your cheek.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sugarplum.”

In this new lighting and his proximity, you can see the man’s face clearer than any of the previous encounters. As he leans forward to nose at your cheek, you can finally see his features and your lips part in shock.

His eyes are beautiful. A dazing shape, his dark orbs morphing into soft doe eyes, the tip of his nose almost kissable and his lips– God, his lips look delicious. Soft, plump lips so inviting, and you can’t help the hand hovering his face, your fingers gently caressing his plumpness. His dark hair falls messily around his head and you have the sudden urge to comb your fingers through his locks just to feel the silk-like strands through your digits.

He is demonically magnificent.

His free hand reaches to envelop your curious one, his eyes boring into yours. You shudder under his gaze and instead of cowering, you bring your other hand to push a strand away from his forehead.

“See? I’m no monster.” He smiles sweetly– almost too sweetly– and you gulp.

“What do you want from me?”

“I’ve told you countless times, sugarplum.”

His hand slides to your wrist in a harsh grip and you gasp as the other hand curls around your neck, squeezing your throat as he cuts off your air supply.

“Let me in.”

You whimper as the grip on your throat is unbearable, making you writhe under his hold. His hips ruth into yours and your naked cunt rubs against the material of his pants harshly, the outline of his obviously hard cock digging into your slit. As you feel yourself slowly falling into unconsciousness, he releases your throat and ascends down to your collarbone, reaching your tube top and pulling it down, a moan vibrating through his chest at the sight of your bare breasts. Each of his hand cups your mounds, his thumbs and forefingers pinching each pebbled nipple as you whine, your teeth caging your lower lip in a futile attempt to keep quiet. He notices that and releases a breast to harshly slap your thigh around his waist. You jolt in surprise and look at him with wide eyes.

“Don’t hold back. You sounded so sweet earlier.”

He doesn’t let you respond as he dives his head in, taking a nipple into his mouth to suck on the mound as he squeezes the other with his hand, pinching the nub in between his fingers. The moan that escapes your lips is unraveling, your hips automatically grinding against his in hope to find purchase. When he’s done with one breast, he does the same to the other one before pulling away, a hand stroking your hair affectionately as he stares at you.

“So beautiful.”

The blush on your cheeks isn’t going unnoticed and he smirks, his gaze lingering on your breasts heaving due to your ragged breathing. He then looks back up at your face before leaning forward and gently pecking your lips in a close-mouthed kiss, once, twice, then he starts trailing down your jaw to your neck, sucking bruises for everyone to see. You whine as you thread your fingers in his hair, and before you register it he has plunged two fingers in your heat, your stomach clenching to oversensitivity.

You moan as you buck your hips in his hand, surprised to even have enough energy to respond to the demon’s ministrations. His fingers are thick enough to hit all the right places and when his thumb strokes your engorged clit, your fifth orgasm of the night couldn’t have come sooner, a drawn-out moan escaping your swollen lips. As your walls squeeze his fingers deeply in your pussy, he groans above you before planting kisses down your throat. Leaning away from your neck as he pulls his fingers out, your arousal drips down his digits and you see strings of your slick juices connecting them when he parts them. Embarrassment manifesting in the red of your cheeks, you stare at the man happily lapping at his arousal-coated fingers, his pink lips wrapped around the skin.

“H–how did I get here?” You quietly ask as soon as your breathing came to normal. His furrowed eyebrows encourage the next words flowing past your lips, his digits falling free from the grip of his lips.

“I– I wasn’t asleep nor drunk and–”

The entire evening you made sure that you weren’t drinking too much, even had Justin’s special party booze out of tonight’s menu. Surely, you would remember if you had fallen asleep. Wait, had you passed out while Taehyung was fucking you? No way, you weren’t drunk. You hadn’t taken any substance or drugs or pills-

Pills. Blue, soft, dangerous pills.

Realization hits you in the guts and you suddenly find it hard to breathe. The way he had kissed your neck, your momentarily forgotten cup on the counter, his wandering hands–

“He,” you whisper, breath hitching as you choke out a whimper, “he drugged me?”

Gently, he places a kiss on your cheek. “Sugarplum.”

“He– he drugged me, and that’s why you’re here, isn’t it?” The aching in your chest is too much for your heavy state and you start blinking away tears you didn’t know had started to pool at the corner of your eyes.

He sighs above you, his breath fanning over your face. Plopping down on the space next to you on the bed as he frees himself from the grip your thighs had around him, his hand gently strokes your naked waist until he reaches your breast, softly rubbing the skin as his thumb lightly flicks over your nipple. In an attempt to soothe your pain, you assume.

Trust is overrated, you conclude.

Here you are; crying over a man you’d learn to like over the past few years as the man you’ve been running from comforts your burning heart.

“It is,” he affirms and you don’t even question how he managed to answer your unspoken thoughts. The sob that breaks past your lips is heart wrenching and you bring your hands to your face, covering the entirety of it as the tears flow freely down your face.

He turns to you and envelops your shaken form in his embrace, your chest pressed against his as he runs a soothing hand down the expanse your bare back. And that’s how you fall asleep that night, without the nightmare that usually haunts your sleepless mind and instead, you find solace in the very man you’d grown to despise.

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[cyncerity]

For dads trouble AU

Does Karl ever get ok with being around Tubbo or any of the borrowers? How long does it take if he does warm up to them?

He eventually does, don’t worry!

With the other borrowers, it takes a bit longer than it does with Tubbo, because they are actively trying to stay tf away from Karl and don’t care about getting closer to him. Tubbo, on the other hand, desperately wants his other future step dad to like him.

It’s just that him warming up to Tubbo and him being ok with Tubbo’s presence are two things that do not happen at the same time.

Tubbo tries for a long time to get Karl more used to him being around. He tries to appear more randomly throughout the house, never quite near Karl, but in his line of sight. Eventually Karl just stops entering rooms he sees Tubbo in. So he tries to bring gifts to Karl, shiny buttons or nice flowers or other things that he could collect to show he cared. But half the time Tubbo approached him with his peace offerings, Karl ran off before he could even see what it was.

Tubbo eventually realizes that all of his in-person advances to get Karl to like him are backfiring because Karl is terrified of him. So what does he do?

He friends Karl on discord.

Which works…surprisingly flawlessly!

Karl, Tubbo, Sapnap, and Quackity spend hours a day just talking about whatever or playing some random game of jackbox or singing karaoke. It not only becomes a bonding activity for all of them, but Karl becomes much closer to Tubbo after finally getting the chance to know him.

Tubbo learns of Karl’s love of history and shirts that Quackity had dictated his “grandma sweaters,” and how he loves to read and write and how he hopes to open a library someday. Karl in return learns about Tubbo’s favorite tv shows and his love of bees, and how he loves the cold and how he wished it would snow more in the city. He learns that Tubbo’s favorite pastime whenever none of the humans are home is to go exploring through the vents with his best friends and try to steal things from abandoned apartments.

However, as fun as these conversations are for him, Karl just…can’t be around Tubbo in person.

Since they started talking regularly, Tubbo has tried to start similar conversations in person, but it never works. He’ll come out from behind whatever item he was behind and try to bring up how he wanted to try a new jackbox game tonight, that he liked Karl’s shirt, that he really liked the snippet of a story that Karl had read to him the night before, but it never worked.

He just…froze. Everytime, without fail, the color would drain from his face, his hands and knees would start to shake, and he’d slowly back away, trying to say something but his breaths coming in and out too quickly to actually speak.

And everytime, without fail, their online conversations always start the same way now. Tubbo will call, and Karl will always say “I’m so sorry. I’m trying, I swear, I’m trying, I just…can’t.” Or some iteration of that. Tubbo tries not to let it phase him.

But he can’t help but wonder how much easier this all would have been if he was human.

He wouldn’t have to hide. He wouldn’t go into a panic attack during a rainstorm. He wouldn’t have to always be cautious to not fall or be stepped on or be found by some random human. No one would feel the need to swallow him down if he was in danger or cold or scared or anything. He’d be able to handle himself instead of placing the full responsibility of his life in the hands of people who had their own lives they needed to put first.

He could go places with his dads. Properly bond with his stepdads. He could eat at restaurants, go to museums and libraries that Karl had talked about, see his favorite musicals live instead of streamed on tv, and go to parks by himself to see the bees and the other creatures that would no longer be big enough to kill him, and see the world around him as something beautiful, not just something a few missteps away from ending his life.

And by no fault of his, these were the thoughts that came out of most of his and Karl’s conversations now.

And again by no fault of his, Tubbo usually hung up crying.

[parkjiminiemouse]

Party Girl

Party girl gotta stay high all the time,

high all the time, high all the time,

don’t bring the room down, bring a room down,

everyone’s watching you now

Cheers erupted throughout the crowd as you downed the drink. Your senes slowly becoming more dulled as the liquid settled in your stomach. Holding up the cup only made the crowd cheer louder. Your head was pounding as you made your way off of the table.

Your vision was blurry as you stumbled your way outside. You weren’t someone who got drunk easily but you were really pushing your limits tonight. Passing by people smoking outside you flash them your signature smile before rushing past them and into a group of bushes.

nothing like the music up too loud

take a feeling then I’ll drown it out

put the bottle to my lips and just sip on back down

The loud music coming from the house wasn’t helping your headache as you tried to stop yourself from vomiting into the group of bushes you had ducked under. In all honesty, you didn’t want anyone to see you like this, see you so unhappy and fucked up.

nothin' like the best friends I've made

that couldn't even tell you my last name

fill the bottom of a parliament and let the world fade

Stumbling back into the party, many people greeted you, all different levels of drunk. Once again you flash your signature smile towards those who waved at you. Not noticing the eyes following your stumbling figure heading towards the alcohol table.

Livin' up to low expectations one at a time

Two in the morning, comin alive

Showing up with three is a crowd

So I come alone

Before I get lonely, just take me home

Stumbling around you found yourself looking for one person. All you wanted to do was go home but you something was telling you to stay. Unable to walk anymore you plop down on the couch, throwing your head back and closing your eyes, trying to relax.

party girl gotta be the last one to leave

last one to leave

so nobody sees you

spilling your cup

ruinin' makeup

everybody love the life of the party girl

Throwing up into the toilet has never hurt so bad. Tears were streaming down your face as you hugged the toilet bowl. To be honest, you were glad everyone was finally out of the house except for a few lingering people that were too drunk to walk straight.

As you continued to throw up into the toilet you suddenly felt someone hold back your hair. Tensing for a second you attempt to whip your head towards the person but the motion only makes you throw up more, your head pounding as a result. Your whole body hurt but it was a pain you’d gotten used to.

“Why do you do this to yourself?” Yeosang’s voice says softly as he helps you clean your face. Yeosang was someone you didn’t know very well but he always went out of his way to take care of you after parties.

When you didn’t respond he sighed slightly, picking you up and walking downstairs with you still in his arms.

Don't remember anything outside

People wanna know if I'm alright

So I tell them that I'm good and that I'll

Be there tonight

“You okay?” Wooyoung asks, a bright smile on his face as he wraps his arm around your waist. You knew why he was asking, you two weren’t really friends, he just wanted to know if you were going to the party.

“I’m good. I’ll be there tonight.” You say softly, your head was still pounding from last night and your throat burned from throwing up so much. Regardless, you couldn’t let them down. Even though they didn’t know your name, they rely on you to make parties fun.

Livin' up to low expectations one at a time

Two in the afternoon, wanna die

Falling back asleep from 3 until like 4pm

Wake up and do it all over again

You were burning up with a slight fever and going to class wasn’t going to help you recover in the slightest so you decided to go home instead.

Laying in bed you check your phone, hesitating to text Yeosang who had forced you to save his number in your phone just in case. In all honesty, you were thankful for him and everything he did for you but you never got the chance to tell him that. He was always gone when you woke up the next afternoon.

Party girl gotta stay high all the time

High all the time

High all the time

Don't bring the room down

Bring the room down

Everybody watching you now

Everything around you seemed so unworldly as you danced with others on top of pretty much every piece of furniture you could. You could feel some of the hungry stares watch your movements but you didn’t care in the slightest to be honest. All of your cognitive thinking was out of the window as soon as the addictive drug reached your brain.

Livin up to low expectations

Low expectations

Livin up to my reputation

Everybody love the life of the party girl

You found yourself once again in the arms of Kang Yeosang and you once again found yourself thankful for him and his presence.

“You know Kang Yeosang…” you start to say in your fucked up state.

“Hm?” Was the only response you got in return and you smiled slightly upon hearing his voice even if it was brief, “I think I love you.” You mumble into his neck.

Yeosang rolled his eyes, he had heard this from you about a hundred times and he was honestly a little sick of it. To him, the statement sounded unsure. He didn’t want the I think part. He just wanted the three words, all by themselves.

Last one to leave

So nobody sees you

Spilling your cup

Ruinin' makeup

Everybody love the life of the party girl

A whine escapes your lips as Yeosang dodges your kiss. You were in yet another drunken state but not drunk enough to not be able to think. You sometimes only went to these parties for Yeosang. Well, not sometimes, all the time. Everyone loves the life of the party girl, except you yourself, and Yeosang of course.

“Yeosang…” you mumble, your face burned in his neck once again.

“Hm?” He responds, the same routine between the two of you everytime. “I love you.” You say sweetly.

For a brief moment there’s no response and you assume he’s ignoring your confession again which hurts your heart slightly.

“I love you too Y/N.” He says suddenly, placing you into the car and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. A small smile appears on your face as he pulls away. Maybe you both could learn to love the life of the party girl too.