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forlix · 3 months

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"better, now."

words・749 / pairing・hyunjin x gn!stylist!reader / includes・fluff, established relationship, alcohol consumption / note・an extremely self-indulgent kinda emo take on hyunjin @ vfw. takes place in the crying lightning universe.

Hyunjin is gone.

He stopped walking and started floating about five drinks ago, bode farewell to coherent sentences and his eyesight not too long after. Simply kept plucking flutes of champagne off trays carried around by kindred waiters and let himself bask in the glorious evening.

When his stylist shows up in front of him, he mistakes them for the moon.

Gentle hands push strands of sweaty hair out of his eyes, then move to cup his cheeks fondly, protectively, as if imprinting final touches into a snow angel. He watches your lips form his name from mere centimeters away, but the sound of it seems to travel underwater.

“Hyunjin,” you repeat, more audibly this time, a lick of crisp night air cutting through the afterparty’s steamy throng.

He proceeds to melt into you in ways he cannot currently control, sliding a hand over the one you have on the side of his face, fingertips dipping in the slots between yours. Bringing you close enough to him that your chest moulds right against his. Grinning at you with a sickening sweetness that he can taste on his own mouth.

“Hi,” he replies.

“You okay? How are you?” You inquire. “Do you need anything?”

“Hi,” he says again, because he can’t really think of anything else, and that seems to be answer enough.

Before he knows it, he’s walking somewhere, guided only by the arm that he has slung over your shoulders and your silhouette, just barely discernible in the dim venue, which he would follow to the ends of the earth.

An indeterminate amount of time later, he’s standing in the doorway of an unoccupied lounge. The tables of polished mahogany and gold foil have become graveyards of empty wine glasses, but the couch in the middle of the room has been left pristine.

Only after he sits down does the lightheadedness hit, and it hits hard, hard enough to shut his eyes and furrow his brow. His brain swings around the inside of his skull like a pendulum.

There is a delicate brush of your finger against his chin, your quiet request for him to lift it up, and then something hard and cold comes to rest on his lower lip. Water surrounds his tonsils and slips down his throat. A few stray rivulets escape down the side of his neck, then disappear into the napkin that you have pressed upon the skin.

By the time he’s downed the whole glass, he can feel his wits beginning to return—with them, the rest of his senses. His eyes crack open again.

“Hot,” he whispers. “It’s hot.”

You move your hands to his shoulders. Moments later, his jacket is a leather mass over the back of the couch, and he feels his dizziness subside, his oxygen return.

“Better?”

With the music so far away, he hears the concern in your tone with crystalline clarity. He leans over to press his lips to the underside of your jaw, conveying a silent message: better, now.

He didn’t have plans to spend the night backstage, but the premise seems riveting where he comes to lie. His head nestled in the plush of your lap, the rest of him stretched across the sofa, your hand carding through his hair with the soporific lull of a mellow tide.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles suddenly, and you look down at him, confused.

“For?”

“Getting so drunk.”

If your hand is the tide, your laugh is the sand, warm and ubiquitous and all-consuming. “You had a good time, yeah?”

A good time. What an understatement for the maelstrom of feeling still raging on within him, the happiness and disbelief and pride and gratitude to himself, to you. To us.

“The best,” he answers.

“That’s all that matters, then,” you hum, your thumb dusting over his hairline. “You deserve to celebrate.”

He’s still too drunk to really think, but he doesn’t have to think when it comes to you—just knows in the very wellsprings of his soul all the love you’ve woven into the thing you’re about to say, by the infinitesimal softening of your eyes alone.

“You deserve everything, baby.”

He lifts your wrist to his lips, presses a kiss to your pulse. Above him, your features blur, then come back into focus. His answer is so soft that he almost can’t hear it over the warble of his heartbeat and the descent of his tears.

“I’ve got it right here.”

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monarchofdreams · 6 months

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Familial

This is my grandson, Joseph. He has always taken care of me since he was a little boy. I would always appreciate him helping me clean the house, walk to the kitchen, or even buy me groceries. When he was young, he loved to play sports. He'd say he'd grow big and strong just so he could help me. I was always so proud of him when he showed me his medals and trophies. Unfortunately, I was always too old and frail to see his football games. He did well with academics as well. He was athletic, intelligent, and not to mention his looks, but he was also gorgeous. I love him so much, but it bothered me to see him lonely. I mean, he's very popular and has plenty of friends. However, even with his good looks and charm, he doesn't have the confidence to ask a girl out. He would always say that he would never get a girl or they wouldn't want to date him. That's just ridiculous! He is wasting those amazing genetics. If I had thise looks back in my day, I'd have women from all over town begging to get into my pants. Fast forward a few years, I was stuck in a hospital bed waiting to kick the bucket, and Joseph was taking care of me. He's a grown adult with his own life, yet he never left me behind. He was devastated when I passed away. He locked himself in his room for days just to cry. I reached out to comfort him, but suddenly, in that moment, everything went blank.

Slowly, sound starts to return, and I can feel a draft against my skin, across my entire body. As I slowly open my eyes, I realize I am in my grandson's apartment. As I take in my new surroundings, my eyes drift toward my large arms and hands... they aren't mine! They are nicely tanned and without a wrinkle in sight! I have tattoos decorating my now bulging biceps. I am only wearing a pair of Nike briefs, fully exposed, leaving little to the imagination. I quickly ran to the bathroom, and to my disbelief, I was greeted by Joseph's reflection, displaying a shocked expression, but it was not long until that confusion shifted into curiosity and arousal.

I started to gently touch the soft skin of my face and torso, which was now blanketed in thick slabs of muscle mass. My hands glided down my chest, fondling my massive pecs and washboard abs. As I felt myself up, a massive bulge started begging for attention. I bit my lip as my hands began to move down, as if they had a mind of their own. My fingers glide across my pecs, brushing against my firm nipples. My body began to shudder the more I touched them. Damn, they are very sensitive. I felt my raging cock stiffen against my briefs, and a damp spot started to form. Without wasting more time, I quickly reached down the damp briefs, my hand breaking past webs of pre built up from the past few minutes. My fingers wrap around my manhood, but just barely. Holy shit, I am massive. I take my thumb nad massage my tip, feeling more slick juice coating my hands. Without warning, my hips suddenly buck forward, causing a soft masculine moan to escape my lips.

I haven't felt this good in years, and I am hungry for more. I continue to grind my cock against my massive rough hands, my breathing growing heavier with each pump. I can feel pressure building up as I get closer to finishing, but I won't allow this to end so soon. I release my hand from its cum soaked prison, and take a wiff of my spunk. It reaks of the musk of a true man. I feel my cock soften just enough to get my briefs to loosen its grip. I pull down the elastic, letting my 8 inches of pure manhood to spring out and breathe, dripping with white spunk and sweat. I know I'm taking this too far, violating Joseph's body, but I can't control myself. I wrapped my hand once again around my shaft and began pumping my that dick. As I pump, it continues to inflate an extra 2 inches in my hands. My rough hands stroke the ridges of my fuckstick, driving me insane with each pass. "Ooof. Oh fuck, yes..." My moans of pleasure grow louder and louder. Hearing the sexy voice of my grandson spout lude words from my mouth and feeling the base of his vocal chords vibrate within my throat is sending me over the edge. More and more pressure begin to build up as I feel cum rise up my piping hot rod. Nothing else mattered right now. Only thoughts of sex and pleasure filled my mind. My grandson's well-being was no longer a concern. "This is my body, Joseph. You love your grandpa, right? So I'm sure you'll be thrilled if I stay. You like that, don’t you? Ohhh, yes. Unnghh, " I yelp out in my new sexy voice as I reach my limit. "Im coming. Oh yes, baby, I'm coming. Nnnngg..." It was not long until my cock finally erupted, my white juice coating my sweaty body. The smell of musk continued to turn me on, and without hesitation, I brought my cum cover hand to my mouth, licking my fingers clean. The thick juices slid down my throat as I enjoyed the salty taste of my youth. My dick was still rock hard and leaking. I can really go for a second serving.

#male body possession #straight to gay #old to young

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gatorbites-imagines · 8 months

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Kinktober day 4

Hal Jordan + size difference

Red lantern reader Raaaaaarrghhh 🦅 🦅 🦅 Reader is a Czarnian, cuz Lobo is hot, so the reader is hot 🗣️

Not as long as my usual writing, but i got twice as much homework as normal lately so im amazed i even got writing done today.

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There were few beings across the galaxy that left the green lanterns fumbling, and you were one of them. As Czarnians could only be killed by others of their species, and the fact that you and Lobo were something akin to friends, they could do nothing but contain you when they could capture you. Not that they were able to do that most days, as your hulking height and muscular build wasn’t just for show. Your skill with your ring only served to make you an even bigger foe.

It was your extreme skill and somehow cold and calculated mind even as a red lantern, that made you a nightmare to deal with. Many lanterns would flee battles barely conscious and would need months of physical and even mental therapy, some would not even return. You were one of the only two violent Czarnians, besides Lobo that is, and your blood thirst and seemingly iron tight control of your rage had many living beings shaking at the mere thought of you.

So how did Hal find himself in his current position, his arms hanging limply by his side as your large powerful hands grasped the underside of his knees, his back against your chest. Hal was sure hed heard of this position at some point, probably from Guy in all his showboating, a full nelson, he called it. And now Hal was in that very position, choked gasps and gargled moans leaving him, his head falling back against your wide muscular chest as your strength alone lifted him up and down on the monster you called a cock.

Maybe it had started as a fight, or a spar, or even just a chase across the stars, but one thing led to another and now Hal was being taken in a way he had never imagined before. If his eyes weren't welling with tears of pleasure and disbelief, he was sure he would be seeing a bulge through his stomach whenever you thrust inside. From what he could feel you weren’t even fully inside, and the taunting chuckle from behind him confirmed it as you grunted that he shouldn’t be acting so slutty already as you only had about half of your length inside him.

The bottom of Hals suit was gone, a gift of the lantern ring, your own only gone enough to drag your length and sack out so you could fuck into the human lantern. A loud wail that might have been a moan left Hal as you focused your attention on the bundle of nerves inside him, grinding into his prostate hard enough that Hal was seeing white, his cock twitching and spurting come out into the empty space in front of the two of you. The deep chuckle that left you made your chest rumble against Hals back, sending another shiver down his spine as his own length gave a feeble twitch, already trying to get hard again.

He felt like a toy as you dragged him up and down your length, his suit receding off his neck and shoulders as your sharpened canines dug into his skin hard enough to draw blood, your large tongue running up the length of Hals neck to wipe the metallic red liquid away as fast as it came. Hal let out a weak grunt as his entire body tensed, another orgasm washing through him, his length only releasing a few spurts. But it didn’t seem to slow you down whatsoever as you kept your pace, your taunting chuckle and words still going as the green lantern shook and moaned.

Hal had no idea how long it went on, but at some point, he had started to lose his vision as everything went blurry, a pleasant burn running through his body as he came for what must have been the sixth or seventh time, his sack completely empty causing him to have an empty orgasm. His body would tense, he would tighten up around you, but nothing would leave his dick, only more drool would run down his chin as he gagged and moaned for you.

As your large strong fingers pressed between his lips Hal found himself sucking on them sloppily, like his body couldn’t fully keep up with what his mind wanted him to do. He didn’t understand the language you cursed in as you came, and he didn’t have the brainpower to use his ring to translate it. His stomach felt tight as you filled him, white running out around your length as it overflowed, Hal whimpering at the feeling as he tried to commit it to memory.

Hal must have passed out as you reached for his length, pulling on it till his entire body tensed and shook through another finish, his head reeling and his eyes rolling back. He even thought it might have been a dream, if it wasn’t for his lower body killing him and what looked like the space version of a phone number left in his ring. You had even been polite enough to leave him in the space equivalent of a hotel room, and a high priced one too. Maybe the true way to contain your rage was a good fuck, Hal would have to fight you on his own a couple more times to make sure.

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cobaltperun · 4 months

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Woe out the Storm - Shelter from the Storm

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 3.1k

-I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form-

You trembled, curled up in the corner of the room. You didn't dare to open your eyes, worried about what you'd see if you did. As the storm continued raging you felt more and more agitated, covering your ears to muffle the thunder and the sound of rain hitting the rooftop and windows. Feeling the stone walls you were pressed against heating up you stumbled to your feet and went to the other corner, still refusing to open your eyes. Your foot hit the desk and you winced when you heard sizzling and smelt the faint scent of smoke. That forced you to open your eyes and, much to your frustration, find out that you did, indeed see even in the near darkness the room was engulfed in. If nothing else at least the deck didn't catch on fire, but the smoke was just another reminder of why you weren't in your bed and why you were put in the highest room at Nevermore.

You were a lightning beast, a raiju, and you were at your strongest during thunderstorms. You were, also, at your most destructive, unable to completely control your lightning during those very storms.

It took immense effort not to blast the entire room with your lightning, to stop the pain you were feeling as the electricity accumulated within your body, begging to be released. You couldn't allow that, though, because you were finally getting a roommate two years after you first came to Nevermore. If you couldn't properly handle bigger and longer thunderstorms there was no way Weems would allow that.

So, you groaned, your cry sounding a lot like the subdued, quiet thunder, and slowly but surely you weathered the storm.

~X~

By the time morning came you were barely able to keep your eyes open. The last lightning strike was half an hour ago and you could finally gradually discharge the electricity within you without causing any damage to your surroundings or attracting lightning from the clouds.

With a yawn you slumped into the bed, you felt the static on the soft blanket beneath you, but you honestly couldn't care less. Your roommate was supposed to arrive in a couple of hours and you promised yourself you'd only take a brief nap.

You should have known better.

The doors opening and energetic footsteps echoing through the room made you jump out of bed, and, due to momentary disorientation look around. You saw Weems already looking at you with a mix of sympathy and disbelief in her eyes. How did she even manage to combine those two? Still, as you looked at the energetic blonde turning around and taking the fairly bare room in you found yourself thanking whoever designed this room for a couple of seconds you had to compose yourself.

"Uh, hello," that was definitely not smooth, your voice cracked a bit, and you'd be genuinely worried about someone's perception skills if they missed the uncertainty in your voice.

"Hi!" the girl's demeanor was the exact opposite as she immediately not only approached you but skipped to where you were. Skipped! "Howdy, roomie! I'm Enid!" right away she completely disregarded safety protocols and hugged you.

Your eyes widened as you stilled in her hold and looked at equally surprised Weems. So, she did mention you were a raiju, and the girl still went for a hug. You cleared your throat and lightly patted the girl on her back. "Y/N, uh Y/N L/N, nice to meet you," you said and visibly relaxed when you were released from the hug.

It wasn't that you minded hugs, or were against touch, but a rather heavy storm just passed, and you didn't want to risk accidentally electrocuting someone.

"Enid, what are you doing? Don't touch a raiju!" an older woman Enid somewhat resembled rushed over and pulled her back. You could see the excitement and energy just evaporating from the girl as she gave into her, you assumed, mother's demand.

"I can assure you, Miss L/N is no danger to anyone, Miss Sinclair was perfectly safe," Weems assured, but, judging by the way the older woman glanced behind you, you figured she didn't quite buy it.

In the two years at Nevermore, you only had one incident, about half a year ago, when there was a storm even worse than the one last night. A storm during which you couldn't go half a minute without another lightning striking. So, just for a few seconds, you lost control and even after fixing the wall one could still notice the large claw-like dents in it.

Still, Weems wasn't about to say Nevermore had a raiju that could be a danger to other students. The school was the safe haven for all the outcasts and it couldn't maintain that reputation if the dangerous beast couldn't be controlled.

The older woman raised her head in contempt. "That better be true, Principal Weems," she huffed and marched outside.

Enid looked to the side. "Sorry about that, mom can be a bit, old-fashioned," she apologized and then looked at you with a small smile on her face. "I don't think you're dangerous."

You couldn't help it, you had to laugh at that. "Sorry, sorry," you raised your hands when you noticed the baffled look on her face. Your laughter turned into chuckles and eventually subsided completely. "Thanks, but raiju are dangerous, so maybe don't go hugging every single one you come across?"

Her eyes widened slightly as the two of you went to the balcony. There wasn't much that could top getting fresh air after being stuck inside due to a storm. Inside was nice and cozy, but there was just something about not having a choice but to stay inside. "I wasn't supposed to hug you?" she asked, almost as if she never heard that before.

You raised an eyebrow. Surely someone warned her. "Unless you know you are both safe, no, you shouldn't. Didn't someone warn you? I mean, you were told I'm a raiju," you hopped back and sat down on the stone fence so you could still look at Enid.

"Uh, yeah, they told me you are a raiju, but no one warned me about not hugging you," she said, though she didn't back away from you, she just leaned against the fence next to you.

In hindsight Weems probably expected the old woman to tell Enid about what she shouldn't do since she was so adamant about you being dangerous. "Right, quick list of rules. Don't touch me during storms, or a few hours after the storm, or if you or I come into contact with any liquid that conducts electricity. It's better to be safe than zapped, so if at any point you think I might accidentally zap you, follow your instincts, don't touch me. The same goes for any electronics you have, don't bring them to my side of the room under those conditions. If I can zap you, I can definitely shortcircuit your things. I think that about covers it."

"So, you can't touch water?" Enid asked once she took the information in. "At all?"

"Unless it's distilled, nope, it really hurts to suppress the electricity and keep it from damaging something or hurting someone. I can't drink regular water either," you shrugged, used to the negative sides of being a raiju.

"What if it rains when you're outside?"

"Well, it sucks to be me, that's for sure," and with your luck, well, it happened kinda often. "On the brighter side, when I'm completely in control you won't need to charge anything," you grinned when Enid perked up and offered you her phone.

She was lightly bouncing on her feet as you took her phone. "Show me!" okay, she was back to being excited.

You pressed a finger to where the battery was and you both watched as the screen lit up and showed the phone was charging. Within a minute you charged it from thirty to fifty-seven percent. "And I'm fast and safe as well," you grinned triumphantly. If only you knew what it would escalate to once more people found out you were basically a portable charger...

"OMG! That's amazing! I'd trade with you if I could!" Enid exclaimed and you tilted your head, blinking a few times.

"Trust me, not worth it," did she miss all the downsides you mentioned? Most groups could function in a normie society and would just have to avoid specific dates or circumstances. Say, full moon for werewolves. Raiju were different. Thunderstorm? Trouble. Rain showers? Trouble. Water in general? Trouble. Too much electricity in the air? Trouble. A damn water balloon could set off a reaction if a raiju was inexperienced. Luckily you moved past that level of inexperience. Still, that inability to function in normie society was what caused you to start attending Nevermore ever since you were twelve.

"Right, sorry," Enid laughed uncomfortably at your questioning look and turned back to look inside the room. "I know I just got here, but what are we going to do about our room?"

That was a question you didn't quite consider when you first arrived. The highest dorm room of Ophelia Hall was divided into two sections, bathroom and wardrobes not included. Looking at it now, you figured it looked a bit like the letter P. The main part was the same as the other rooms, open space meant for two people to share the room. A bed, a desk, a wardrobe, and a pair of nightstands on each side of the room, aside from that it was up to the student to decorate or leave their side of the room as it was. Your part of the room was on the right side, divided by a large sliding door that was usually left open, but could serve as an additional barrier during storms. You never really had to close it before.

Your part of the room showed signs of being lived in, and not just with the damage to the wall. You had a slightly bigger ice maker in the corner, just in case you ever ran out of distilled water Nevermore provided you with. Your collection of knives was on display, also for practical purposes, and then there was your pride and joy, a small fulgurite you created with your lightning. Sure, it was on accident, but you made it and you kept it. Finally, you had a shelf with books and movies you liked near your bed. All in all, between those additions and some posters hanging on the wall you figured you felt cozy enough while still staying safe during a storm.

Oh, and the bathroom was connected to your part of the room, so, whoever designed that took one person being a raiju into consideration. Likely that same person failed to realize taking a shower near a raiju, during a storm, wasn't the safest option.

"Honestly? I'm fine with whatever, as long as it isn't a safety hazard," you shrugged, finally answering Enid's question.

~X~ Two years later ~X~

Go to your shed, you thought. Do some 'one-raiju-club' activities, you thought. Well, getting caught outside in the rain was exactly what you deserved after you so stupidly decided to believe the weather in this damn town wouldn't get worse!

Luckily the red sparks coming from your soaked body made the students stay away from you as you sprinted through the pentagon. It was a damn pentagon and you were not going to call it a quad!

The sound of thunder boomed in your ears as you finally reached Ophelia Hall. At least the heat coming from your body would make sure you were mostly dry by the time you reach your and Enid's room. You'd be tired, but you'd be dry.

"How's it going sparky?" Yoko laughed as she saw you climbing up the stairs. Even with the teasing she still made sure she was way out of your path.

Your eye twitched at that. "Just great, thanks for-" lightning struck near the building and you dropped to your knees, barely containing the lightning within you. You were better at this now. Unless it was a really long and bad storm you could handle it, you could even handle electronics if lightning wasn't too close. But you were wet now and all that control seemed to be going out the window. Yoko smartly stayed away. She felt sorry for you, but she wasn't getting anywhere close when you could light up with enough electricity to power the entire Ophelia Hall or fry every device in it, at any moment. "-asking," you groaned, the sarcastic reply you intended fizzled out as you regaining control once again.

Finally, finally, you reached your room and stumbled inside.

Enid got up from her chair right away and tossed you a towel. She didn't approach you, even if she definitely was worried. "How bad was it?" she asked as you went to your side of the room and sat on the floor.

You were mostly dry by now, but it wouldn't hurt to use the towel just to be safe. Also, for a reason you couldn't explain keeping a soft towel over your face as you weathered the storm became a bit comforting to you. Maybe it helped you ignore the world around you a bit. "Could have been worse. I was two-thirds of the way back when it started raining," it wasn't raining hard right from the start, so you figured you had at least a bit of luck. "Don't worry, I'm just a bit tired," you assured her and glanced at your wardrobe. You should change, but you wanted to cool down a bit more before you did anything.

The sound of footsteps told you Enid was coming closer. You didn't worry. She knew not to get within fifteen feet of you. You still peeked at her. "I know," she said as she leaned against the wall. "It still hurts to see you like that," she said gently.

If anyone in this school actually cared about how you were handling being a raiju it was Enid. You took the towel off your face and offered her a wide grin. "Hey, I got this. It's not even the worst storm we went through in the past two years."

Enid nodded at that and grinned back. "That was actually terrifying. You think you can handle taking our new roommate on a tour?"

Your eyes widened, it completely slipped your mind! "Shit, you're on your own this time," even if you weren't outside when it started raining there was no way everything would be safe and dry by the time Wednesday Addams arrived.

Enid nodded. "Leave it to me, roomie! What do you think she'll be like?"

You thought it over, you heard the rumors, but the most telling sign was the furniture that arrived. Dark and vintage-looking. "I think you should get ready for a drastic change in scenery, at least on her side of the room," you really didn't think the decorations Enid placed were going to stick around in Wednesday's side of the room.

~X~

Barely fifteen minutes later Weems led three people into the room. The first thing you thought when you saw them was 'That's a lot of black,' the next thing you thought was specifically about Wednesday. 'She's kinda tiny,' and from the looks of it her boots gave her almost an inch, and she was still shorter than Enid.

"It's so... vivid," the man looked around, almost as if he was horrified by all the colors in the room.

Enid got up with much more energy than you did and, much like she did when she met you, skipped over to Wednesday and her parents. "Howdy, roomie!" she greeted the girl enthusiastically.

"Hey," you just raised your hand as you went to stand next to Enid. The girl remained silent and still. She wasn't even blinking! You had to double-check to see if she was even breathing.

"Wednesday, these are Enid Sinclair and Y/N L/N," Weems introduced the two of you.

"Are you okay? You look a little pale," Enid asked, worried for the girl.

"Wednesday always looks half dead," Wednesday's father explained.

You grinned and pointed a thumb at Enid. "Enid always looks too alive, so it evens out then," well, there was a sentence that could be taken out of context.

"I can see that," Wednesday spoke for the first time while Enid processed what you just said.

"Y/N!" Enid pouted at you.

"Sorry, sorry, you just get excited easily," you raised your arms up, surrendering.

"Whatever," she shrugged, she had more important duties than dealing with your occasional antics. "Welcome to Ophelia Hall!" she went in to hug Wednesday, only for the girl to outright reject her by taking a quick step back. "Not a hugger. Got it," Enid backed away, respecting the boundaries Wednesday was setting.

"Please excuse Wednesday. She's allergic to color," Wednesday's mother spoke.

"Oh, wow, what happens to you?" Enid asked, unable to imagine what she would do if she had to deal with that.

"I break out into hives and then the flesh peels off my bones," dark humor and dry, even tone. Noted.

"Y/N is basically allergic to water," Enid pretty much returned the favor.

You thought it over for a moment. "Pretty much, yeah. I burn from the inside and light up like a Christmas tree, literally."

"Luckily, we've special ordered you a uniform. Enid, please take Wednesday to the registrar's office to pick it up along with the copy of her schedule and give her a tour along the way," Weems instructed and you honestly appreciated that she took notice of the rain that just recently stopped falling.

~X~

"I find social media to be a soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation? That's what she said?" you repeated, watching from your bed as Enid paced around in your part of the room.

"That's right! Can you believe that?" she definitely sounded like Wednesday frustrated her, at least a bit. "She's like a pit of disdain, a black hole sucking anything positive out of whatever is near her! I don't know if we can do this, Y/N."

But you just began laughing. "Okay, I get it she didn't make the best first impression, but I think I'm going to like her! Soul-sucking void of meaningless affirmation? Damn, that's a good one!"

"Y/N!" Enid cried out.

"You survived rooming with me, a raiju, you can survive a goth girl with a questionable background," you just grinned. How bad could it possibly get? Surely one girl couldn't flip your lives upside-down.

Right?

A/N: And that, people, is chapter one. Light spoiler, if you are here purely for romance, I have to disappoint you, there will be hints, but as far as actual romance goes, that's for later seasons. Also, once I'm done with Season 1 the story will be put on hold until Season 2 comes out. Thank you for reading and, hopefully, see you next chapter!

#wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams #wednesday netflix #enid sinclair #jenna ortega x reader

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nanaminsmoon · 10 months

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Your asks are so good 😭 please a part 2 to suburban eren where reader learns her lesson & everyone stops treating eren like a bitch

a/n: free my boy from the bitch allegations mane😞

cw: pnv, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, unprotected sex, sex in public, eren is beating niggas up, n word usage, eren calls reader; 'baby'

wc: 2945+ lazily proofread bc i'm tired lol

”where's armin?”, eren asked to the first person he saw.

rage raced through eren’s veins as his eyes ran all over the dimly lit party. although he had met some of the people there in the past, his anger had tinted his vision a deep red and he could barely place the faces he was seeing. nonetheless, his arms wouldn’t stop pushing past dancing bodies, and his feet wouldn’t stop moving until he was walking through the glass doors at the back of the house. and, through the clouds of smoke surrounding the group of people sat laughing and talking, he’d see a blonde head of hair. enraged emeralds would note that the blonde locks hid lidded eyes, and were reaching to touch the brown hand wiping off a glossy patch on their owner’s cheek. fury had stiffened eren’s limbs but his eyes were still busy as ever, latching onto the movement of armin’s thumb on the exposed skin under your outfit.

eren’s chest rose and fell as he breathed out a futile attempt to calm himself; tranquillity was inhaled, but was exhaled as something that was becoming harder to control with every passing moment he spent looking at you and armin sat together. so eren would relax his balled hands, before putting them in the pockets of his joggers and making his way towards you guys. ymir was the first to notice his arrival and, after she did so, she’d look to you then in the direction of your boyfriend. and your laughter would cease the second your eyes landed on him, hands quickly pushing armin off you. obviously surprised, armin turned to look at what you were looking at, and when he saw eren, his immediate response was a smug grin. the general consensus had not changed; in everyone’s minds, eren couldn’t hurt a fly—even if that fly had been hovering over his girl for months, and had finally landed on her thigh. he’d let it do whatever it wanted to, because he didn’t have the backbone to defend himself. but the general consensus differed from the truth. and, within a few moments, armin would feel the truth lifting him from his seat by his hoodie. light murmurs of distress would erupt from the group, but they’d settle just as quickly. because, again, no one thought this nigga would do shit.

relief canopied the group when eren’s hand moved from armin’s hoodie. but it’d be replaced by disbelief when it formed a fist that would soon meet armin’s jaw. everyone tensed, bodies frozen over by shock. but connie and ony would be the first to move once eren’s fist moved to connect with armin’s face again. they’d try to pull eren from the blonde, but he’d brush them off. even as armin fell backwards onto the seat you two had been sat at, eren just hovered over him—his fists colliding with every part of armin’s face they could reach behind armin’s raised arms. armin couldn’t fight, but he did keep it on him in case he needed to protect himself. and that made you worry for eren, but you weren’t about to get smacked up trying to save your boyfriend. so you’d just keep your distance, even as everyone kept looking to you to rein your man in.

”y/n, get your man”, sasha beckoned for you to get eren just as connie and ony finally succeeded in pulling him off the, now bruised, blonde.

”she ain’t gonna do shit but go sit in the car”, eren brushed himself off. even after everything, everyone still thought you ran shit in your relationship, so they’d all look to you to clap back. and you did.

”i ain’t going nowhere until i know you’re gonna leave him alone”, you crossed your arms, and eren pushed past connie and ony, and started walking towards you. eren would never hurt you, and you knew that. but seeing the anger painted on his face made you take a step back, and he’d notice you moving backwards, and stop a few feet from you.

”y/n, you know how i feel about asking you to do shit twice. i ain't got time for you to play hero, so get your ass in the fucking car.”, he spoke and, although you nervously shifted where you were stood, you didn’t move. so eren’s reddened hand would point to the glass table everyone had been sat around,

“and if you think i won’t bend you over right here and fuck some sense into you in front of all your friends, you know nothin’ about me.”, every eye in the space widened, pupils eager to get a better look at your reaction. looking at your friends’ expectant expressions, a part of you wanted to give them the reaction they wanted. but, looking back at eren, you could see that he wasn’t bluffing. and that realisation was imprinted on your features.

”so you gonna go get in the car, or am i gonna have to drag you there myself?”, eren spoke quietly. and you just nodded before turning to walk away, head bowed as you walked out of the party to sit by yourself in eren’s car.

the cuts and bruises on armin’s face were at the hands of two people; eren’s vengeful ones, and your petty ones that had decided to press ‘post’ on the ig story of you laying in armin’s bed. nothing happened between you, but the image ignited an ireful fire inside of eren. that fire would be fuelled by the lyrics appearing over the picture; ”cause i got another nigga that’s gon do it if he don’t”. and they’d play over and over again, the temperature of eren’s ears increasing with each listen. no one bats an eyelid at someone wiping their feet on a doormat, and that’s why eren knew no one would care about you posting that shit. and a call to check if you had lost your mind, was sent straight to voicemail. and that’s how wrath ended up sat beside him as he sped to your friend’s birthday party.

it was a terrible idea, you knew that. but you needed to let him know that if he didn’t make you nut then another nigga would. the reason you chose armin was because you two were friends. he was aware you were using him, but couldn’t care less because armin had always been vocal about how he liked you, and eren was aware of that fact. that’s why his grip on your wrist was starting to cut off circulation as he pulled you out of the front seat. on his way to the party, eren knew what type of shit you’d be wearing because he looked forward to nights like this; nights where he could use the excuse of protecting you from creeps to be all over you. seeing someone else do that birthed the insanity that controlled his limbs as he bent you over the backseat—your feet still planted on the concrete.

because of how short your skirt was, you could feel the cool evening wind caressing your clothed core as soon as eren bent you over. that’d soon be cancelled out by the warmth of eren’s hands smoothing over your exposed skin. and, contrary to their earlier actions, they’d be very delicate. even as they grabbed at your ass cheek, squeezing it slightly. but their softness would cease when you’d feel a harsh smack land on your plush flesh. the thought of armin’s thumb evoking any type of sensation on your skin angered eren beyond belief. so he would make sure that the only thing you’d be able to remember from tonight would be the feeling of his skin meeting yours.

eren’s hand collided with your ass, and moistened underwear, ten times before you decided that quiet yelps of pain were not doing anything. so you’d lift yourself up, and look back at him.

”eren, we’re outside and people could see us, let’s just go home.”, you shivered out, and air blew out of eren’s nose in a light scoff.

”you decided to make shit public when you started posting shit on ig, y/n. so let’s keep it that way.”, would be eren’s only response, before he’d lean down to pull your underwear aside, a low moan leaving his mouth at the thin fabric sticking to you. the last fluid ounces of kindness in eren’s body would be stamped onto your wet folds in a gentle kiss that’d cause you to shudder. then eren’s fingers would spread you apart, letting the night air play with your clit before he’d be sucking it into his mouth. and, even though the music coming from the party would drown out any noise you made, your hand still instinctively rose to cover your mouth as eren’s tongue languidly moved from your clit to your hole. it’d repeat that pattern, occasionally sucking on your clit again, and an army of shivers would march down your spine at the vibrations caused by his low moans,

”if only you behaved as good as you tasted”, he murmured onto you, and your only response was a thoughtless whimper.

unlike the last time you guys fucked, you cumming was eren’s only priority; if this is how you acted when he denied you of relief, then he’d give you so much that it’d pain you. and that process started when his mouth dragged you to your release by your ankles, your only warning to eren before you drenched his face and shirt being,

”’ren, w-wait, i’m-m cummingg”. your body had forgotten how good eren could make you feel so it didn’t know how to react. volts of electricity rushed through your bloodstream, lifting your hands as they hit at the leather underneath you. and, even after you came on his mouth, eren’s tongue wouldn’t halt.

”’r-ren, sstop”, you reached back. the part of your brain that was still capable of working knew that you wouldn’t be able to reach him, but it still felt the need to alert him of the fact that he was about to make you lose your mind. and your, ever so attentive, boyfriend would acquiesce and remove his mouth from your weeping hole, dampening the skin surrounding it with his lips. however, that relief would be short-lived. soon, eren would be knuckle deep inside you, fingers pumping frantically while his other hand sat flat on your back, trying to keep you still as you moved to get up.

overstimulation would clamp your eyes shut, wringing out a salty trail of remorse. remnants of that trail would merge with the moisture leaving your parted lips, to end up on eren’s car seats. his fingers hadn’t stopped even after you had cum around them, and their ferocity would distract you from eren pulling his dick out of his joggers. you’d only be made aware of it when his tip would briefly peck your entrance before eren would be sheathed inside you. he’d be still for a second because, no matter how many times you guys fucked, he could never get used to how tight you were. but, once he started moving, he would be everything but gentle; his tip would bully your cervix, over and over again until you had to reach your hand around and place it on his stomach. eren would look at it, before his hands would grab it, as well as your other one. tsking at you as he did,

”you might be dumb enough to post whatever that shit was, but i know you’re smart enough to not interrupt me when i’m fucking my pussy.”, he held both of your hands in one of his own, and his other would run up your leg, its final destination being your nape. he’d let it sit there before ducking his head into the car to lean forward and kiss the side of your neck. no matter how loud you got, or many times you whined in that desperate way he loved, even if someone walked past, eren’s hips would keep moving. concerns about your location had been long fucked out of your mind, so your lips moved to form pleas eren had only ever heard in private.

”fuck, ‘ren, d-don’t stop-p”, and he wouldn’t. the circumstances were odd, but eren felt good fucking you properly again. it felt good to make you feel so good you didn’t care who heard you.

”you think armin could fuck you like this?”, eren spoke into the side of your neck. the shaking of your head would force eren’s hand into your hair and it’d pulled at it to lift your head toward him.

”you know how i get about you not talking to me, baby. use that pretty little mouth of yours and tell me how good it feels”,

”it fffeels g-good, ‘rren”, eren would hum in approval and push your head back onto the seats underneath you.

despite the fact that you were literally fucking out of the back of this nigga’s car, you and eren were in a bubble. both of you inured to passerbys, you no longer flinched at the sound of footsteps. it also helped that most of them were muted, and replaced, by the skin on your ass cheeks yelling at the ambush unleashed by eren’s hips. but, there was a pair of footsteps that differed from the others; in their proximity as well as in the way they stopped right by you. in the corner of his eye, eren could see a figure and when he looked, he saw connie just stood there.

”what d’you want?”, eren spat out, his hips not stopping once.

”just wanted to tell her that she left this”, connie held out a lighter, his eyes glued to the navy blue sky. and eren chuckled.

”she's busy right now,”, he'd carefully pull you up by your hair, making sure you didn’t hit your head, ”tell him you're busy, baby”, and his grip on your hair would be almost painful, yet it still felt so good. as unbelievable as it sounds, eren is a reasonable guy, he knew that none of this was necessary. but he needed the ‘bitch boy’ title to be given to someone else so, from that day on, he wouldn’t have other guys thinking they could do what armin did. so if he had to fuck niggas up, and make your back arch in public to make that happen, then so be it.

”r-ren, n-no”, you pleaded, head starting to shake again. people’s opinions of you had changed the second eren shooed you away to his car like a puppy, the last thing you needed was one of your friends to see you getting your shit torn up over his backseat. but eren didn’t give a fuck, so he kissed his teeth, and lifted your head up to face connie. and he'd squeeze at your cheeks, to open your mouth.

”you speak to him or i do it for you, and i ain't got nothing nice to say”, his words travelled to you despite his teeth caging them, and you’d nod obediently.

”i'm-m busyy”, you whined out, and eren hummed before he put your head against the seat again.

”good girl”, he said before he looked back at connie, ”leave it wherever, she’ll get to it”, connie just placed it on the top of the car, and sped out of there. luckily, he left just as eren felt you start to tighten around him again—his cue to keep his pace so he could give you what you had been needing so bad. at this point, eren needed you to nut more than you did. and his wishes would be fulfilled very quickly. courtesy of your pervious orgasms, your volume control had vanished, so you were damn near screaming eren’s name into the leather underneath you as you came around him. you’d deal with the embarrassment another day, the only thing you could focus on at that moment was the way he was fucking into you; relentlessly. even as you soaked the seats, and started scratching at them.

the only time eren would stop would be to move you both inside the car. although he wanted to prove a point, no one saw his pussy but him, meaning that you guys spent the rest of the night steaming up his windows, and ruining his seats. it got to a point where you didn’t know how long you had been in there, and you had lost count of your orgasms after the fifth one, but everything felt so agonisingly good that neither of you wanted to stop. resulting in your combined pleasure making you both delirious. and breeding curiosity in the few people who knocked on the windows to figure out what the fuck you guys were doing in there.

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spaceshipellie · 11 months

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Hey angel, i love easy mode so much, that I needed to request you something 🥺 can you write an one shot based on this tik tok

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM2HGg4h8/

And in the end ellie fucks you to teach you a lesson goddddd pls

hey babe thank you so much!!! and thank you for the ask i’m feral for gamer!ellie😭 i hope you like it!

warnings: SMUT OBVI SO MDNI

you were lying on the sofa with your feet in ellie’s lap whilst she played her video game. she kept switching back and forth between leaning forward, arms resting on her knees saying things like “fuck, come on, you fucker” etc and leaning back when it was less intense. whilst sometimes you found her game rage really funny, sometimes it just turned you the fuck on. this was one of those times so you decided to have some fun with it.

“baby, remember that girl i told you about who also plays this game?”

she didn’t look at you, her eyes completely glued to the screen.

“ummm, no?” her fingers moved rapidly on the controller.

“well anyway, she was telling me she’s got to the highest level or highest ranking or whatever and i was saying that you were trying to do that but were struggling so she offered to come over and give you some tips.”

this ‘girl on the highest level’ didn’t exist but it was worth the lie for the way ellie squinted her eyes and had a look of disbelief on her face.

“tips? she wants to give me tips?”

“yeah, i thought it was nice of her to offer,” you said sweetly. she just scoffed and carried on playing.

“i’m gonna text her and say she can come over for a game night sometime.”

“i don’t think you are.”

“why?”

“i don’t want this girl to come over and give me tips, fuck that.”

“but i thought you wanted to level up?”

“i don’t care.”

she was starting to get defensive and you had to stifle a laugh.

“but she really wanted to help!”

“well, she can go fuck herself,” she grumbled.

“ellie!”

she ignored you. you watched her long fingers moving quickly over the buttons on the controller.

“fine, i’ll just message her and tell her not to bother.”

“sounds good to me.”

“or maybe i’ll ask her to come over and teach me how to play.”

for the first time, ellie looked at you before looking back at the tv.

“why the fuck would you need to do that…”

“maybe i wanna learn and i mean i’d be learning from one of the best,” your tone was teasing and you could see her jaw clench. she was pissed off and it made your stomach knot.

“ellie.”

“what.”

you let out the laugh you’d been holding in and she slammed on pause, throwing the controller down. she grabbed your ankles in her lap and pulled them harshly until your ass hit her thigh and you were lying on your back.

she leaned over you, grabbing your cheeks in between her fingers. her other hand rubbing soft circles on your bare thighs.

“something funny, baby?”

“n-no, ellie.”

“you tryna make me jealous?”

you shook your head no. her hand crept further up your thigh under your skirt.

“don’t lie to me, or else i won’t give you what you want.”

it was amazing how quickly you could go from being smug and teasing her to being completely at her mercy, letting her do whatever she wants. she released your cheeks and brushed her thumb lightly over one.

“now tell me what you want.”

you stuttered not being able to get your words out.

“don’t go shy on me now, baby,” she squeezed your thigh before hooking her finger in your underwear.

“do you want me…here?”

you nodded frantically.

“speak up.”

“y-yes, please.”

“there you go.”

she pushed your legs apart, exposing your pantie covered cunt. she immediately started rubbing circles on your clit through the thin fabric and you moaned. she leaned down to kiss you before moving her lips to your ear.

“gonna have you coming so hard for me you won’t even fucking remember that girl.”

your back arched as you started grinding on her hand.

“i need more.”

“do you deserve more?”

“ellie, please.”

she smiled wickedly.

“you’re so cute.”

her teasing was getting too much and you just really needed her to fuck you. you tried to catch her lips in a kiss but she moved away making you whine.

she pulled your underwear down and tossed them aside, shifting so that she was sat right in front of your exposed pussy. she glided a finger through your folds, feeling how wet you were. you pulled your top up so you could play with your tits and she smirked.

“you’re so fucking needy for me, aren’t you?”

she started rubbing your clit again and you pinched your pebbled nipples.

“yes.”

“only like it when i teach you, huh?”

her movements quickened.

“oh, fuck, yes yes, only you.”

“good girl.”

she replaced her fingers with her thumb and pushed two fingers inside you, fucking them in and out. you whimpered and your eyes rolled back.

“look at me,” she ordered and you did. she looked down at where her fingers kept disappearing into your dripping cunt.

she then leaned over you and wrapped her other hand around your neck. you looked up at her with pleading eyes.

“think you can take another finger, baby?”

you nodded and she pushed a third in, stretching you. you gasped and moaned as she hit your sweet spot over and over, the sloppy wet sounds filling the room.

“ellie, i’m gonna–“

“come, baby, fuck.”

your moans were animalistic as you came, feeling something gush out of you. her hand let go of your neck and after a couple more pumps she pulled her fingers out. they were dripping.

“you fucking squirted, baby.”

she had the smuggest smile on her face as she lied on top of you to give you a kiss. she then put her fingers in her mouth to taste you.

“bet no one else could get you to do that.”

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zablife · 6 months

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i love dark stuff so i know your plot will be right up my alley. i was thinking of a female yandere reader who’s in a relationship with thomas? something with that couple dynamic would be amazing 🩷🩷 thank you for letting me request

I Would Die For You

Tommy x yandere wife reader

“There will be more after the job is done,” you promised, sliding a thick envelope across the table. Leaning back in the darkened booth to conceal yourself, you lit a cigarette and watched your companion closely. He hesitated, not over money, but loyalty. No one crossed the Shelbys and lived to tell the tale. However, something about the authority in your voice convinced him the protection you offered could be trusted.

The man looked over his shoulder before snatching the money up in his large hand. He placed it in his pocket in one swift movement as you arched an eyebrow in his direction.

“We’re in agreement then?” you asked impatiently.

“The Shelby's charity ball next week,” he grunted, repeating the information you’d provided earlier.

“That’s right,” you smiled with satisfaction, pushing a celebratory glass of whisky into his hand. “I’ll ensure everyone is in place so you have a clear shot. You remember what to do with the gun?”

He nodded slowly before tossing back his drink. The burn of the alcohol barely took his mind off the thought of what might become of him if he failed. With slumped shoulders he pushed away from the table, lumbering toward the door of the pub.

You sat in silence, continuing to drink and ruminate over your detailed plan. Weeks of work organizing the catering and attending dress fittings had made you anxious for this important event, now only days away. It was all leading up to the moment of vengeance you'd dreamt of for years.

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As the gong sounded for dinner, you struggled to control your thundering heartbeat. It thumped painfully against your corseted chest while you waited for Polly's face to appear amongst the wide smiles of the other guests. When she finally swept past in a confection of pink taffeta and ostrich feathers, you gave a slight nod of your head.

With the signal given, you gingerly stepped to Tommy’s side, stealing his attention with a witty joke that made his eyes crinkle with laughter.

Bright blue eyes dancing with merriment, he never saw who fired the shot that came deafening close. There was only a look of horror as chaos broke out. Guests scattered to the far corners of the ballroom leaving him alone to witness your body fall to the floor in the slow motion of a nightmare.

Crumbling to the floor with you, he held you close. Tommy struggled to regulate his breathing, unsure how he would live if you died. "Call a fucking ambulance!" Tommy yelled over his shoulder. “And find out who did this. No one leaves!” he instructed his men angrily.

"Tommy," you whimpered, slumping against him weakly. The pain in your shoulder was like a searing hot poker lodged inside your muscle. It was far greater than anything you'd anticipated, but you reminded yourself why you had to endure the pain. Appealing to your husband you mumbled, "Help me."

"I won't let anything happen to you," Tommy promised, rubbing a thumb over your cheek. He continued whispering words of comfort as he willed you to fight the darkness threatening to descend upon you. The world outside stood still as he doted on you, eyes locked on yours for any sign of change.

As John approached with a pale face and trembling hands, Tommy knew it was more than the sight of your blood that upset him. “We found the shooter,” John announced in a shaky voice.

“Well?” Tommy barked impatiently, eager to return his attention to you.

“The coppers say it was Polly,” John muttered in disbelief.

Your gloved hand slid down Tommy’s forearm as he turned away from you, pale irises darkening with fire. His jaw clenched in rage before he spat, “Tell them to take her away."

“Wh-what are you talking about?” John stuttered as his voice raised into a shout.

“She tried to kill my wife!” Tommy bellowed in return. With that John backed away, afraid to challenge his older brother.

Tommy adjusted you in his lap as he listened to John's footsteps fading into the background. Placing a kiss to your temple he added, “I’m so sorry she tried to hurt you, my darling.”

You shook your head. “She was aiming for you when I …” you stopped short, falling back into his strong arm.

Tommy pressed a cool hand to your forehead to revive you as he finished your thought. “You saved my life,” he said in hushed awe. He smoothed your hair away from your face as he looked at you with complete adoration. “Is this what you've been trying to tell me about a traitor in the family? I should have known."

Tears began to well in your eyes with relief that everything was falling into place. As they slid down your cheeks, you proclaimed, “I would die for you.”

"I know," Tommy said, wiping them away with his fingertips. "You're the only person I can trust," he concluded. He pulled you impossibly closer and you pressed your face into his tuxedo jacket to hide your triumphant smile.

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hanasnx · 8 months

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Omg what is starlet reader was ewans daughter and Hayden used to babysit her when she was a kid

MINORS DNI 18+ NOTES: i rly liked this concept :) feel free to ask me about it more! i think this was a good broad start to it WARNINGS: dead dove do not eat | age gap | dark content proceed with caution | there is absolutely no predatory acts mentioned, but because the situation is inherently predatory i'm tagging it | sexual content at the end | implied smut | no y/n

! ── "Yeah, no problem. We'll stay on site at my trailer, order a pizza. How hard could it be?" HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN assures Ewan, who frowns at him in response, clearly amused. "Alright, I'm going to pretend you didn't say that." he pats Hayden on the back as he exits, and when he gestures to you, he tells you a simple "Be good." Your complexion flushes when Hayden lays eyes on you. "You ready?"

! ── "I don't need a babysitter." you tell him as he picks up a slice of pizza from the box, the strings of cheese stretching thin until they break. You have a raging, hormonal and proximity induced crush on your dad's co-star. Not to mention he's a total babe, and so kind. Desperately, you want him to see you as independent, as cooler than you are. You think he's so grown up even though he's barely older than a legal adult. "Sure you don't. We're hanging out." he replies so easily that you almost believe him, even though he's only saying it to make you feel better.

! ── You've always been so standoffish with him. You found any excuse to be around him, but you'd jade yourself out of fear he'd find out your embarrassing feels for him. Often you'd fantasize about him confessing his love to you— but had no idea how problematic that'd be if he did. Now, you're inside his trailer, alone with him, and he's coaxing you out of your shell by making you play one of his video games. It smells like a boy's room in here. "Ugh! I'm no good at this!" you cry, throwing your hands down into your lap. Frustrated over your lack of progress, you've been going around in circles in this mission for what felt like hours. It exacerbated your already heightened stress levels around him. Would he think less of you for not doing well? "Wait a second, hold on," His voice is surprisingly soothing, muffled by the pizza crust stuck in between his molars like a cigar. You don't realize it's because he's resisting the urge to leave you here when he steps outside to smoke. He promised he'd keep an eye on you, so that's what he's doing. Besides, he doesn't wanna be a bad influence on you. He reaches over, and you relinquish the controller to him, his hand grazing yours in the process. "Let's see here..." Instead of paying attention to the screen, you stare at where the point of contact was. "There, see? You had it." he tells you, handing you back the controller after he'd gotten you past your obstacle.

! ── It would be several years before you'd see Hayden again, but you didn't forget him or his extraordinary kindness. He had a way with words, a way of making you feel heard and important. That doesn't change at all— he hasn't changed at all. Besides the way he looks at you now that you're all grown up, established in the world as your own person. Ewan thinks to reintroduce you to Hayden, but he didn't forget your name. Exclaiming it even as he pulls you into a polite embrace, relaying to you he hardly recognized you, that you look great, etc. Just like that, your raging crush is back. Like it never left.

! ── It picks at you until you act on it, until you confess to Hayden you've always had a thing for him. You're both older now, which means you're not so ashamed of yourself, but can look back on it as normal childhood feelings. You're thankful your fantasies were never answered until now. "A crush? On me?" he asks in entertained disbelief, gesturing to himself. "Yes! Obviously," you insist, "You were always so nice to me. Watching out for me when my dad was working later than he thought. How could I not? C'mon," "I'm not judging you," he assures, and he shrugs, "I just... didn't know is all." It's apparent he doesn't know what to do with this information. "Does that make you uncomfortable?" "Yes and no." "Why?" He meets your eyes. There's a tentativeness to his countenance, a debate behind his gaze over whether or not he should say his next words, if they're appropriate, if they'll be received well. "Because I've got a crush on you now."

! ── Going through your normal stages of adolescence, experiencing the journey of discovering your sexuality, exploring it as an adult with your own autonomy— there was always that inkling in the back of your mind reminding you of your lingering childhood crush on Hayden Christensen. How you've never felt anything for anyone as intensely as you did for him. Those buried feelings manifest when you finally allow them to roam, sweeping you up and away. He'd invited you to his trailer to catch up, and you end up on top of him.

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cool-fancier · 20 days

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Shattered Trust

Synopsis: In the bustling city of Seoul, amidst neon lights, you and Rosé's paths intertwined, promising warmth in a cold world.

Word Count:1K

In the bustling city of Seoul, where the neon lights of skyscrapers illuminated the night sky, you and Rosé crossed paths. She was a ray of sunshine in a world that often felt cold and indifferent, her laughter like music to your ears, her smile enough to melt even the coldest of hearts.

But lately, something had changed. There was a darkness in Rosé's eyes that you couldn't ignore, a sense of sadness that seemed to linger just beneath the surface. You tried to ignore the nagging feeling in the back of your mind, chalking it up to stress or exhaustion. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn't shake the sense that something was wrong.

You first met Rosé at a mutual friend's party, where she captivated you with her charm and wit. From the moment you laid eyes on her, you were drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence.

As the night wore on, you found yourselves drawn into a heated debate, your voices rising with each argument, until the tension between you was palpable. But instead of driving you apart, the fiery exchange only seemed to draw you closer together, until you found yourselves locked in a passionate embrace, the world falling away around you.

It was the beginning of a whirlwind romance, filled with laughter and tears, joy and heartache. But through it all, you never once doubted your love for each other – until the day everything changed.

It started innocently enough, with a casual conversation between Rosé and her friends, Jisoo, Jennie, and Lisa. They were joking and laughing, sharing stories and secrets, when the topic of relationships came up.

"I bet I could get a date with anyone I wanted," Rosé boasted, her voice tinged with confidence.

Jisoo raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Anyone? Even Y/N?" she asked, her voice filled with skepticism.

Rosé laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder with a dismissive gesture. "Especially Y/N. Watch and learn, my friends. Watch and learn," she replied, her voice laced with arrogance.

But what started as a harmless bet soon spiraled out of control, as Rosé found herself drawn deeper and deeper into a web of deceit and betrayal.

She began spending more and more time with you, showering you with affection and attention, while secretly plotting to win the bet with her friends. And despite the warning signs – the late nights and whispered conversations, the missed calls and unanswered texts – you remained blissfully unaware of her true intentions.

It wasn't until that fateful night, when you overheard a conversation between Rosé and her friends, that everything came crashing down around you. It wasn't until one fateful night that everything came crashing down around you. You were sitting in your apartment, lost in thought, when you overheard a conversation between Rosé and her friends, Jisoo, Jennie, and Lisa.

"I can't believe you actually went through with it," Jisoo said, her voice tinged with disbelief.

Rosé shrugged nonchalantly, a smirk playing at the corners of her lips. "What can I say? I always get what I want," she replied, her tone dripping with arrogance.

You felt a surge of anger rise up within you at her words, a sickening feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. What could they possibly be talking about?

Jennie glanced over at you, her eyes widening in surprise as she realized you were listening. "Oh, uh, hey there, Y/N. Didn't see you there," she said, her voice tinged with awkwardness.

You narrowed your eyes, your fists clenched at your sides as you struggled to contain your rage. "What are you talking about?" you demanded, your voice laced with venom.

Rosé exchanged a nervous glance with her friends before turning back to you, her expression guarded. "It's nothing, Y/N. Just a silly bet we made," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

You felt as if the ground had been ripped out from beneath you, leaving you tumbling into the abyss. "A bet? What kind of bet?" you pressed, your voice trembling with anger.

Lisa shifted uncomfortably, avoiding your gaze as she spoke. "It's... It's nothing, really. Just a stupid game we play sometimes," she said, her voice filled with guilt.

But you could see through their lies, could see the truth lurking just beneath the surface. "Tell me the truth, Rosé. What kind of bet did you make?" you demanded, your voice rising with each word.

Rosé hesitated for a moment, her eyes flickering with uncertainty. "Fine. You want to know the truth? We made a bet to see if I could get a date with you. And... And maybe more," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

You felt as if you had been punched in the gut, the words ringing in your ears like a death knell. "You... You used me?" you whispered, your voice choked with emotion.

Rosé opened her mouth to speak, but you couldn't bear to hear another word. Without a second thought,you felt as if you had been punched in the gut, the realization hitting you like a ton of bricks. The woman you loved, the woman you would have given your life for, had betrayed you in the cruelest way possible.

And as you fled from the apartment, the echoes of their voices still haunting you, you made a vow to yourself – a vow to never let anyone hurt you like that again.

But even as you tried to move on with your life, to bury yourself in work and hobbies, the pain of betrayal lingered like a shadow, a constant reminder of the love you had lost.

And as you lay awake at night, tears streaming down your cheeks, you couldn't help but wonder – would you ever be able to trust again? Or would the scars of betrayal haunt you forever, a constant reminder of the shattered trust that had once bound you to Rosé?

Only time would tell. But one thing was certain – you would never forget the woman who had broken your heart, the woman who had taught you that even the brightest love could be consumed by darkness.

#blackpink x reader #blackpink #blackpink x fem reader #blackpink x fem #blackpink x you #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #rosé blackpink #rosé x reader #park chaeyoung #park Chaeyoungxfem #rosé

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zapreportsblog · 10 months

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↱ ties that bind ↰

➘ summary : shoto discovers that his father has set him up into a arranged quirk marriage

➘ shoto todoroki x reader

Shoto Todoroki sat in his room, his thoughts as tumultuous as the storm outside. Rain hammered against the windowpanes, echoing the turmoil that raged within him. He had always known his father, Endeavor, was controlling and manipulative, but he had never imagined the extent to which his father would go to shape his life.

A letter lay before him, the contents of which had shaken him to his core. It had arrived earlier that day, delivered by a stern-faced messenger. As he unfolded the letter, the words within seemed like a cruel joke, a twisted scheme he could scarcely believe.

"Dear Shoto,

By now, you are aware of the extent of my expectations. It is with the utmost intention that I reveal a reality that will forge our legacy further. You are bound by a Quirk Marriage to (Y/N), a young woman with exceptional capabilities.

This union is not merely personal but strategic. (Y/N)'s quirk, one of reality warping, is an asset that aligns perfectly with our ambitions. I expect you to fulfill your duty as my heir and cooperate fully in the forging of this bond.

Endeavor."

Shoto's hands trembled as he reread the words, his chest tightening with anger and disbelief. He had heard whispers of forced marriages among powerful families, but he had never imagined he would be ensnared in one himself.

His father's quest for dominance was evident in this calculated move. To think that his father would so callously dictate his life, even down to his relationships, filled Shoto with an indignant rage he had never felt before.

Yet, despite his fury, a surge of curiosity tugged at his thoughts. Who was (Y/N)? What kind of person could his father manipulate into such a situation? Were they a willing participant, or were they as much a victim of Endeavor's machinations as he was?

As the rain continued to lash against the window, Shoto's mind raced with questions, uncertainties, and a burning desire to unearth the truth. The reality of his situation was laid bare before him, and he knew that whatever lay ahead, he would face it with a determination to forge his own path, free from the shackles of his father's control.

Determined to uncover more about the person who had been drawn into this unwanted union, Shoto grabbed his coat and headed out into the rain-drenched streets. He needed answers, and he wasn't going to wait any longer to find them.

As he arrived at the address provided in the letter, his heart pounded with a mixture of apprehension and resolve. The building before him was modest, its appearance contrasting sharply with the grandeur he was accustomed to. Taking a deep breath, he knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

The door creaked open, revealing a young woman with (h/c) hair and eyes that shimmered with surprise. Her features held an air of innocence, but there was a depth to her gaze that caught Shoto off guard.

"Hello? Can I help you?" she asked, her voice soft and cautious.

Shoto cleared his throat, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of emotions within him. "Are you (Y/N)?"

She nodded, her curiosity evident. "Yes, I am. Do we... know each other?"

Shoto hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "My name is Shoto Todoroki. I received a letter... from my father."

(Y/N)'s eyes widened in recognition, and her expression shifted from curiosity to understanding. "Ah, I see. So you're... the one."

Shoto raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. "The one?"

She stepped aside, inviting him into her humble living space. "Please, come in. We have a lot to talk about."

As Shoto entered, he took in his surroundings—a small, cozy apartment with touches of personalization that reflected (Y/N)'s taste. They settled in the living room, and (Y/N) began to speak, her voice steady but tinged with a mixture of sadness and determination.

"(Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N), that's me," she began, "and yes, I am part of this quirk marriage, just like you. My quirk is reality warping, a power that I never asked for. Your father approached me with an offer—a partnership that, in his words, would benefit both of us and align with his ambitions."

Shoto's jaw tightened, his anger flaring anew as he listened to her recount the situation. "So, you're here against your will as well."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze meeting his with a mix of resignation and defiance. "Yes. And I've spent my days wrestling with the reality that my life has been manipulated for someone else's gain. I didn't choose this path, just like you didn't."

Shoto's heart clenched at the weight of her words. Here before him was a young woman who had been entangled in the same web of control, a victim of Endeavor's ambitions just as he was. And yet, in her eyes, he saw a determination to break free, to reclaim her agency.

As their conversation continued, Shoto found himself drawn to (Y/N)'s strength and vulnerability, her willingness to share her story despite the pain it held. In that moment, they were two individuals bound by circumstances beyond their control, but they were also two individuals who had the potential to reshape their destinies.

As the rain continued to fall outside, (Y/N) and Shoto forged an unexpected connection—a connection that would lead them down a path of defiance, self-discovery, and, ultimately, the chance to break free from the chains of their forced union.

Over the next few weeks, Shoto and (Y/N) continued to meet in secret, their shared experiences creating a bond that neither of them had anticipated. The more they spoke, the clearer it became that they were kindred spirits, united by their determination to reclaim control over their lives.

As they wandered through the city one day, raindrops clinging to their umbrellas, (Y/N) shared her dreams and aspirations, painting a picture of a life she had envisioned for herself before her quirk marriage. Shoto listened intently, his heart softening as he saw the fire in her eyes, the same fire that burned within him.

"(Y/N)," Shoto began, his voice hesitant yet resolute, "I don't want to be a pawn in my father's game any longer. And I'm guessing you don't either."

(Y/N) nodded, her gaze unwavering. "You're right. We didn't choose this, but we can choose what comes next."

Shoto's lips curled into a determined smile. "I've been thinking. If we can't change the past, maybe we can change the future. We can find a way to break free from this quirk marriage, from our fathers' control."

(Y/N)'s eyes lit up, hope kindling within her. "You mean... defy them?"

Shoto nodded, his resolve unwavering. "Exactly. We can forge our own paths, on our terms. We have quirk powers that are uniquely ours, and we can use them to shape our destinies."

As they spoke, their determination grew, fueled by a shared purpose and a desire for agency. They hatched a plan, a risky one that involved revealing the truth behind their quirk marriage to the world, exposing the manipulative actions of their fathers. It was a move that carried immense risks but offered the promise of liberation.

Days turned into weeks as Shoto and (Y/N) meticulously planned their next steps, all the while nurturing their growing connection. Their discussions ranged from serious strategy to lighthearted banter, their shared moments a balance of support and camaraderie.

The day of their revelation arrived—a press conference that would shatter the façade created by their fathers and set them on a course towards self-determination. With the world watching, Shoto and (Y/N) stood side by side, their hands entwined, a visual representation of unity against the chains of manipulation.

"(Y/N), are you ready?" Shoto asked, his voice steady but his heart racing.

(Y/N) smiled, her grip on his hand firm. "Ready as I'll ever be. Together, we'll show them that we won't be defined by their plans."

As they stepped onto the stage, the cameras flashing around them, the weight of their actions hung in the air. They spoke with unwavering conviction, exposing the truth behind their quirk marriage, the lengths to which their fathers had gone to control their lives.

The press conference marked the beginning of a new chapter for Shoto and (Y/N), one defined by their own choices and aspirations. Their revelation sent shockwaves through society, challenging the norms and expectations that had once held them captive.

As the rain continued to fall, the two of them stood united, facing a future of uncertainty but also hope. And in that moment, amid the storm, they were not just two individuals, but a force that defied manipulation and embraced the power of their own wills.

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its-avalon-08 · 4 months

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charles leclerc x reader part6

themes

enemies to lovers redbull v/s ferrari female driver overprotective max and checo spice maybe??

Chapter 6 - Flames and Unsaid scars

It was race day and the drivers were driving better than ever. Y/N in a particularly daring turn was pushing her car to the limits. The desert sun beat down on Las Vegas, but the heat paled in comparison to the inferno raging on the track. Y/N, a comet of silver and blue, was locked in a fierce duel with George Russell for third place. They touched wheels, a sickening screech ripping through the air, before Y/N's car lurched, spun out of control, and slammed into the barrier.

Flames erupted from the sleek car and the track went silent. Whizzing cars were passing by as the fire grew in size.

Panic erupted in the Red Bull garage. Christian Horner's face drained of color as he hammered the radio button. "Y/N, Y/N, respond! Are you okay?" "IS Y/N OKAY? CHRISTIAN IS SHE OKAY?" Max yelled into his radio. Checo whispered a prayer as he tried to contact his race radio.

Static. A chilling, deafening silence. Max and Checo, still in the race, wrestled with their emotions, their focus torn between the track and the unfolding drama.

In the Ferrari garage, the air hung thick with dread. In his own whizzing car at P2, Charles, his heart pounding like a trapped bird, clutched his radio, his voice trembling with desperation. "Is she okay? IS SHE ALIVE DAMN IT SOMEONE ANSWER ME."

Then, from the fiery wreckage, a miracle. A figure, shrouded in flames, emerged. It was Y/N, her helmet cracked and singed, her racing suit smoldering. But she stood, defiant against the inferno, a phoenix rising from the ashes.

For a moment, the entire race froze. Drivers and mechanics alike gaped in stunned disbelief. Then, a collective gasp broke the silence as Y/N, overwhelmed by the smoke and heat, stumbled and fell. Charles stopped his car with sudden brakes and leaped out.

Medical personnel, already on the scene, swarmed her. Charles, was the first to reach her. He knelt beside her, hands shaking as he checked for injuries.

"Y/N, Y/N, can you hear me?" he pleaded, his voice hoarse with fear.

Y/N, her vision blurry through the cracked visor, met his gaze. Her lips, cracked and dry, formed a weak smile. "Charl…es," she rasped, her voice barely audible. "I'm… okay."

Relief flooded Charles' face, washing away the fear that had gripped him. He gently touched her cheek, his fingers tracing the soot and grime. "Don't you ever do that again," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Y/N, her eyelids fluttering, squeezed his hand. "Promise me… you won't… give up… on me," she whispered, her voice fading.

Charles, tears welling up in his eyes, leaned down and kissed her forehead, a silent vow etched in the desert heat. "Never," he murmured, his voice raw. "Never, Y/N."

As the medics loaded her onto the stretcher, Charles remained beside her, his hand clasped in hers. He watched as she disappeared into the ambulance, a silent promise hanging heavy in the air: he would protect her, no matter the cost.

The race resumed, but it was a hollow victory. The cheers of the crowd seemed muted, the energy drained from the air. For everyone, the image of Y/N emerging from the flames, a phoenix rising from the ashes, would forever be etched in their memories. It was a testament to her resilience, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, hope can flicker, defiant and bright.

And as the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the desert sky in fiery hues, Charles knew one thing for sure: this wasn't the end. It was just the beginning. The beginning of a new chapter, a journey forged in fire and tempered by a love as fierce as the flames that had almost consumed Y/N, and as unyielding as the woman herself.

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Eight days post-crash, the air in Monaco crackled with unspoken tensions. Max, ever the fierce protector, had transformed into a mother hen, hovering around Y/N like a guardian angel with a clipboard of rules. Charles, on the other hand, had retreated into a shell of silence, haunted by the echoes of his own past and the near-death experience that mirrored his own childhood trauma. They had not spoken since the hospital, too afraid to recognize their feelings.

Y/N, though physically recovering, bore the invisible scars of the incident. A jagged line, a brutal testament to the fire, stretched across her stomach, hidden beneath layers of clothing. This secret weapon, nestled against her inner strength, was the one thing stopping her from rejoining the grid. For Y/N, her scars weren't just marks of a past battle; they were a potential disqualifier, a threat to her dream.

One sun-drenched afternoon, a pool party at Max's villa served as a fragile truce between the Red Bull and Ferrari camps. Laughter rang out, punctuated by the clinking of ice against glass. But beneath the veneer of merriment, Y/N felt isolated, adrift in a sea of carefree faces.

That's when she crossed paths with Charles. He stood by the pool, his eyes shadowed, a stark contrast to the vibrant world around him. Their gazes met, a silent conversation unfolding in the space between them. It was then, as the sun glinted off the water, that Y/N noticed a flicker of recognition in his eyes, a reflection of the shared trauma that bound them.

With a silent plea, Y/N excused herself and led Charles away from the crowd. They settled under a secluded palm tree, the breeze whispering secrets in their ears. The air buzzed with unspoken fears and a mutual understanding that words couldn't quite capture.

As Y/N hesitantly lifted her shirt, revealing the angry red scar to the light, Charles' breath hitched. He saw not just the burn mark, but a warrior's badge, a symbol of the storm she had weathered. His eyes met hers, filled with a mixture of admiration and pain.

"Don't tell anyone," Y/N pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. "Not Max, not Checo, not anyone."

Charles nodded, his heart heavy with empathy. He understood the fear, the desperation to reclaim her life on the track. He, too, bore invisible scars, reminders of a battle fought and won.

He reached for the first-aid kit on the table, his movements gentle, almost reverent. As he applied the cooling ointment, his touch spoke volumes. It was a silent conversation, a language of shared pain and unspoken promises.

"How are you now?" Charles muttered. "Doing alright Charlie boy, you don't have to worry about me" Y/N replied with a weak smile. "Right, I don't have to worry about you when you have a fucking cut across your stomach." He replied, eyes burning with anger and concern.

Y/N's gaze softened as she said "Charles, I just need a few days to recover and if Max or Checo find out, they won't let me practice. I need to win because. I just need to." "I almost lost you cherie. I almost lost you and I don't even know what you are to me. I wont tell Checo or Max anything, but you best believe I'll be around to make sure you dont die again." Charles retorted with a shaky voice.

In that moment, under the dappled shade of the palm tree, their rivalry, their animosity, it all faded away. There was only this, this connection forged in fire, this understanding that transcended words. Y/N, leaning into his touch, found solace in his silent support, a promise of unwavering belief nestled against her wound

And as the shadows stretched long and the sun dipped below the horizon, a new chapter began. It was a chapter written in unspoken fears and quiet promises, a chapter where scars, both visible and invisible, became not reminders of battles lost, but symbols of battles fought together. The storm had passed, leaving behind a fragile trust, a bond forged in the crucible of their shared vulnerability. And on the racetrack of their lives, it was a bond that held the promise of healing, of victory, and ultimately, of love.

#charles leclerc #f1 imagine #formula 1 #formula one #red bull racing #y/n #cl16 one shot #cl16 x you #lando norris #cl16 #cl16 imagine #cl16 x reader #charles leclerc x reader

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otomes-world · 4 months

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Longing

Hello everyone! I had a strange urge to write something, so yes.. AU belongs to @shiny-jr I'm just interpreting. This is also my parody to the five stages of grief. Another sentient twst works are here. Enjoy 0/

Upd: I've finally got permission to post this thing! But.. I forgot about it.. and I'm no longer like it.. and it's so small.. but, yeah, let it exists.

Disbelief.

It was the first emotion that began to creep into consciousness with a light touch from just hearing about the “shutdown.” The player just took a break, was busy, preparing for exams, tests, work, whatever. Causing panic out of nowhere was stupid. This had already happened more than once, but..

The hours merged into days. Days became weeks. Only the most stubborn began to count beyond the month. The mistrust and fear began to be felt stronger than before. More and more often insidious “what ifs” were spinning in head.

You were only gone for a short moment. Maybe a little longer this time, but you would come back. You would, except… Yuu turned into the doll they always were. A puppet whose only value was in you, who controlled it. When there was no point in denying, a storm broke out.

Indignation.

Anticipation caused hearts to experience previously ignored emotions and heads to question. What could be the reason? Could something happen in that inaccessible world? Do you feel the same confusion, unable to connect?

Could you become bored with their existence?

Did you choose them, him, over someone else? What exactly made you hesitate? A beautiful singing voice? Looks that could challenge the Evil Queen? Fame? Wealth? What?

Was the effort really not enough to captivate you, to make you pay attention? Place in your heart the desire to stay. Is it really his fault or is it yours?

Grief.

Bitterness replaced frustration. The one that was ripping chest, made him want to cut his own throat open if it would give any peace of mind. If it would strengthen confidence of your return.

When it seem that the empty vessel was about to break, hope still glimmers at the bottom. When the ear listened to every rumor, rustle, speculation, even if it was false. When the one he least want to see looked at him from the mirror.

When he didn’t want to, and most importantly, couldn’t stop. Gave up. Let every attempt, broken hope plunge him into the abyss of despair much deeper than the last time. Getting back on feet became more and more difficult. Sometimes the thought of acceptance flashed but gaving up the most desired thing was hardly possible. Even if the chances that no one would understand and that everything would burn out were higher every moment.

Longing.

Yearning invariably replaces suffocating pain. Very reluctant, denied by all means.

When there was nothing left in tired beating heart - not a single drop - only memories of the time spent with you through Yuu. Then he still did not understand other people's adoration. He thought that this would bypass him. However, like everyone else, he couldn’t resist the eyes, your eyes and no one else’s, looking at him in a special way. As if in the world of colored pixels he was worth something.

A smile involuntarily plays on his face, although he barely had enough strength to maintain an imitation of life. In moments of overwhelming loss, pride insisted: you were not worth it. You were not worth all the torment, all the tears he shed. You were not worth.. but this was a blatant lie.

When everything around him would merge into one colorless heap, when he himself would cease to exist. The only thought at the last moment would be dedicated to you. Therefore, as soon as the news of the appearance of an impostor who dared to pretend to be you reached the exhausted mind, remained only... rage.

#tenshi talk #twisted wonderland #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #sentient au twst #sentient twst au #twst impostor au #i didn't ask to isekaied #twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst oneshot #twst fanfic

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Sir Crocodile - Bitter

Requestor: @thecrimsonacademic Reader Vibes Requested: AFAB they/them CW: Injury, recovery, amnesia, angst, manipulation, self-deprecation, the request was for me to go all out, and I poured a lot into this.

“Get back!” You roar, haki and emotions flaring, pushing Crocodile back despite his desires. “You bastard!” You growl, still moving away from him, pulling off one high heel and then the other.

You were dressed in silk and pearls, elegant and extravagant, the worth of a small island tied up in the diamonds that glittered against your neck. They were heavy and choking right now, you were sick that you had accepted the gifts with a smile on your face and need in your heart.

You rip the precious stones from your neck, the hot sting of skin ripping against the white gold doesn’t even make you flinch, bare feet against the pavement. The words echo in your mind, the accusation from the young man was soaked in truth and facts.

You’d taken Crocodile’s word all this time, but you couldn’t refute his cruelty in the face of the young man’s words. Couldn’t refute your part in it.

But no more.

“I should’ve known,” tears sting your eyes and your body shakes as you glare at him, keeping distance between you however you can. “I warmed your bed through it all, and I should’ve known.”

“It is unfortunate,” he replies, golden amber eyes narrowed dangerously. He was furious, not only at you, but at the fact that you had learned the truth. “Let us talk about this back home.”

You laugh, it’s full of anger and disbelief, “Big bad Sir Crocodile,” you spit. “Can’t have the news coos seeing you’ve lost control of your trophy whore, huh?” You pull the ring free from your finger and throw it at him. It thumps against his chest before he catches it easily. “You used me.”

“… Perhaps.” He nearly bites the word off. “Come back here and-.” He grunts as you push back again, anger and haki flaring in equal measure. If you keep this up you’re going to exhaust yourself, but you can’t risk going easy on him.

He’s not the Desert King for nothing.

“I can’t believe I bought so many lies!” You rage at no one in particular. There’s no crowd gathering, none would dare. A spat between the King and his Queen was an event no one wanted to witness. “For the small price of my soul.” You grunt, body tense, muscles searing with the strain of haki and your own emotions.

“To love as a lie as well,” you shake your head, feeling your heart twist.

“My love-.”

“DON’T YOU DARE!” You bellow, his words shattered by your anger more than your haki. Despite your waning strength he stands still in the face of your words, giving you more space as you continue to back away.

You use the buffer to collect yourself, keeping a lookout for Daz Bonez, knowing he’d do whatever was necessary to force you into the limo at this point. He’s almost more of a danger to you than Crocodile, since he doesn’t have any love for you like his boss does.

“I’m not going to just fold to your will and-.” Bright lights fill your eyes, a frantic horn nearly drowns out all other sound, but you can hear your voice like fire and ice from his lips.

The impact shatters the final sputtering remnants of your neglected haki, and your world goes dark.

A terrible flood of pain shuts your body down and your mind swims in and out of memories that danced, sweet and sorrowful, along the edges of your consciousness. Muffled sounds and incoherent questions assail you, but nothing prompts you to react.

Exhaustion eats at your marrow, and anger gives way to dull aches and nauseating throbs. On some level you know you’re alive, you think, because being dead wouldn’t hurt so much.

Time comes and goes in fits. Darkness prevails for long stretches, and muttered voices that are too far away to be understood speak hastily against a steady beep. The stench of cleanliness burns your nose, and the scent of something familiar eases your soul.

Warm. Warm and soft, like hints of citrus mixed with sugar and spirits. Fine like sand, shifting against your feet as you walk along a beach, the scent of the ocean lost to the cigar between his-.

Your eyes open slowly, and the world around you comes into focus for the first time in however long. Hours, days, years, for all you knew you had been out for so long as to be reborn, but your body protests as your fingers twitch.

A warmth against your skin catches your attention, and a large hand carefully, and slowly, moves over your hand, holding your fingers delicately in his.

Golden eyes find yours, and you close your eyes against the intensity of emotions in them for a moment. You don’t feel fear, but the relief is almost too much to accept right now.

“Where?” You question softly, voice heavy, dry and cracked like desolate earth. You try to swallow and wince from the feeling of needles in your throat.

“Home.” He answers, voice full of authority, relief, and satin. He brings over a cup of water with a straw in it, gloved hand holding it steady for you. “Small sips.”

You nod a little, taking a few small drops of water and feeling relief wash through your mouth.

“How?” You grimace against a pain that tears through your head, fingers curling around his, holding on tightly for a moment until it passes.

“An accident.” He answers. “Don’t stress about the details right now, just rest and recover.”

You shake your head a little. “How… long?” You manage. He’s not wrong about the resting part, you can feel exhaustion starting to take you and you’ve only been conscious for a few minutes at most.

“Almost two weeks. You were in surgery for twenty hours, and at the hospital in recovery for ten days after that.” He explains, eyes shivering with emotions as he recounted the passage of time. “Once you stabilized, I brought you home. We converted the first floor den, in case you needed to be taken back to the hospital unexpectedly, but you’ve been steadily continuing to recover.”

Knowledge brings relief, and relief brings sleep, and you slip back into slumber with those last few words. You could feel warmth against your fingers, and the soft scent of smoke and citrus cradled you as you slept.

Over the next couple of days you slept like you were more cat than human, waking up long enough to drink some water, maybe some broth, sitting up eventually and having gelatin, only to go back to sleep immediately after. Slowly your ability to stay awake improved.

Your food became more solid, and you had short walks around the manor.

Memories danced down the halls, and shifted quietly through the courtyard, but it was hard to hold onto any of them. They clawed at your heart in desperation and twisted your stomach, but you weren’t sure if it was the memories themselves or the guilt of having forgotten.

All you knew for certain was that you were calmer when he was nearby.

The scent that followed him brought you comfort. The sound of his voice soothed your heart and you found reprieve from your turmoil in the quiet sounds of his existence. Comfort was yours to be had in abundance, since he was rarely ever far from your side.

Work kept him busy, but the more you recovered, the more you saw of him, to the point of you voicing concern about his responsibilities. He assured you that his empire wouldn’t collapse if he stepped away a little more often than usual.

Bejeweled fingers slipped gently against your cheek, golden amber eyes warm and content as they comforted you.

“Nearly losing you has caused me to… prioritize certain things, my love.” He insists, bringing your hand to his lips, bending low so you didn’t need to reach far.

You hadn’t been able to remember being in a relationship with him, and he’d given you space because of it. Just recently he’d slipped into referring to you with sweet titles, and warm names. You didn’t stop him, even before this point you’d understood on some level that he was important to you.

His very existence warmed your heart.

“I…” You pause a little, heat rushing through your body. “I would like you to kiss me.” You manage to say the damnably embarrassing words, eyes flicking up to his, before you look away. The surprise on his face was nearly adorable, and you didn’t want to let him know.

Warm fingers trace a gentle line against your neck, tilting your head up as he leans down. “All your desires are my pleasure to submit to,” he assures you, leaning down closer. “This, perhaps, top among them, desert flower.”

Your breath catches in your throat just before his lips brush against yours. Soft and careful at first, he pulls you in a little more, giving you the opportunity to step back if you so desire. Quiet tears slip down your cheeks as pleasure and love swell in your heart.

That you could ever forget such a sweet love was unforgivable.

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So Far Away ✦ Ch. 1 " Causes and Consequences "

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

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Prologue ✦ Chapter 2

Tags/Warnings: f!reader, angst, slowburn (?), toxic relationship, depression, smoking, alcohol use, sexual content, more tags to be added.

Word Count: 1476

Date: 11.03.2024

My native language is not English, and I don't claim that my grammar or narrative style is good, but I hope you like it. Sorry for the mistakes <3

I placed the dirty dishes on the empty table onto the tray in my hand. It was one of those not-too-busy days at the cafe, it wouldn't be a very tiring day under normal circumstances. If it were normal.

My current situation would be more bearable if the still unhealed wounds of my recently ended relationship had treated me more gently when it came to my sleep at night. It wasn't easy, it ended because my boyfriend of two years cheated on me with my best friend. I couldn't even tell yet whether what I was sad about was losing him or being made a fool of. I needed time, but I didn't know how much. There were a few problems that time could not solve.

When I heard the small bell ringing the cafe door and raised my head, I felt my head begin to go numb.

Yes, some time would be nice.

Audrey had entered, snorting with her right eyebrow raised, and was coming towards me.

"Did you change the lock?" She was ridiculously angry, but it was obvious she was trying to keep it to herself so as not to attract attention. "Is that really the first thing you did?"

"Yes, but I don't understand why you were so surprised." I was trying hard to keep my voice emotionless. "What would you like me to do? Give you a spare key so you can use it while I'm away?" I laughed mockingly. "I think I've already completed this mission."

She ignored my comment. "I have stuff in that house, you can't do that."

"It's not your home anymore, Audrey, so I can do whatever I want," I spoke through my teeth. "You can't talk to me like that after going behind my back and fucking my boyfriend. You can come over when we're both free, grab your fucking stuff and get the fuck out."

She looked at me as if she couldn't believe me. "Don't you think you're exaggerating a little? You're not the first person to be cheated on."

“Are you trying to get yourself killed?” Just the dream of picking up any of the chairs and throwing it at her head was incredibly beautiful. “Because if you don’t leave, I’m about to commit a murder at any moment.”

Audrey’s eyes narrowed, a mixture of disbelief and fury simmering beneath the surface. “You’re unbelievable, you know that?” Her voice was low, barely containing the rage coursing through her veins. “You’re pathetic.”

The words struck a nerve, but I refused to let her see the impact they had. "Coming from the one who's been sneaking around with my boyfriend, that's rich." My voice dripped with sarcasm.

Audrey scoffed, her fists clenching at her sides. "You're delusional if you think I had anything to do with your breakup. Maybe if you weren't so controlling, he wouldn't have strayed."

The accusation hit me like a slap in the face. "Control—" I started, but the words caught in my throat as I struggled to contain the rising tide of emotions threatening to consume me. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Whatever." Audrey waved a dismissive hand, her tone dripping with disdain. "I don't have time for this nonsense. I'll come back for my stuff later." With that, she turned on her heel and stormed out of the cafe, leaving me seething with anger and humiliation.

As the door slammed shut behind her, I felt a hot rush of tears stinging my eyes. How dare she waltz in here, acting like she's the victim? How dare she try to twist the truth to suit her own agenda?

I felt like the air that had become tense due to the argument we had was tearing my lungs apart as I breathed. Since I knew I couldn't leave the place at that moment, I ignored the few customers who were casting furtive glances at me. Taking a shaky breath, I forced myself to focus on the task at hand, but every dish I washed, every table I wiped down, only served as a cruel reminder of what I had lost. The weight of betrayal hung heavy in the air, making it difficult to breathe, let alone concentrate on my work.

“Why do you look like you could throw up on lemon cheesecake at any moment?” I was startled by the unexpected voice coming from behind me. "I agree they aren't the best in the culinary history, but they can't be bad enough to deserve you to hate them this much." Claire had taken off her jacket and was hanging it on the hanger on the wall next to the employee lockers.

“I just feel a little tired.” I lied.

Claire gave me a skeptical look, her eyebrows knitting together in concern. "Are you sure that's all it is? You look like you've been through a war."

I shook my head, trying to dismiss her observation. "It's nothing, really. Just a rough day."

She didn't seem convinced, but thankfully didn't press further. Instead, she changed the subject. "Well, if you need to talk or anything, you know where to find me."

I managed a weak smile, grateful for her offer of support. "Thanks, I appreciate it."

"Besides, your shift is over, you can leave." She took away the cloth I used to wipe the empty tables. "Go home and get some rest." With that said, my physical and emotional tiredness fell on my shoulders again like a curse. I bid farewell to her and hung up my apron, took my things and left the cafe.

As I stepped into my apartment, the emptiness of the space hit me like a punch to the gut. I could handle being leaved by my boyfriend or even cheated on. As Audrey said, I wasn't the first to experience this. What bothered me was that the person who did this was my so-called best friend, with whom I spent almost the last ten years.

Maybe if you weren't so controlling, he wouldn't have strayed.

Am I controlling?

No.

So, was I the one who was guilty in the court they set up in their own minds to exonerate themselves?

Or was it me trying to justify myself?

I've never claimed to be a good girlfriend. I would almost always forget important dates like anniversaries and birthdays. I was terrible at gifts. I wasn't even a romantic person. I couldn't even remember the last time I felt jealousy, I would never put pressure on who or where he was when he wasn't with me because I really didn't care. I would be content to know what he wanted me to know.

Could I have prevented this if I were controlling him?

I was clearly not controlling, was this the cause rather than the problem?

I never claimed to be a good girlfriend, but I was a good friend. Audrey couldn't deny it. She couldn't even say a single bad thing I had done to her until today. I didn't even break her heart once. I was always here for her, I was with her under all circumstances. There was no payback I expected. I didn't have any sneaky plans. I just expected some loyalty and support.

I collapsed onto the couch, feeling utterly defeated. The events of the day replayed in my mind like a broken record, each moment of confrontation and heartache cutting deeper than the last.

The logical part of me was angry. I knew I shouldn't let what they did and said affect me.

But it was out of my hands.

I don't know how long I sat on the couch and stared at the empty wall, but when I heard the message tone of my phone, the sunlight coming from the window had disappeared and the dim glow of the street lamps was illuminating my living room.

Why was it so easy to ruin good - okay, almost good - moments?

I was imagining destiny as a grumpy old lady who liked to mess with people. Grumbling in her creaky rocking chair, she was knitting a never-ending blanket for herself with the threads of our lives. For some reason, my thread always felt like it was being used in the most complicated stitches.

I took my phone out of the back pocket of my trousers. After looking at the message, I regretted it. I should have left it on silent.

From: Haley can you explain to me why audrey was probing brian's tonsils with her tongue?

I really should have left my phone on silent. I should have even thrown it into an ocean or something. I wondered what kind of conflict I could possibly be in with the universe that I didn't deserve even a calm moment.

Sometimes I really wanted to kill that grumpy old lady.

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