#tw: implied cheating

[writermask-0807]

“winter’s eve,” or: “and the cold of your embrace.” gojo satoru x reader

Warnings: wrote this in a weird mood and a banging headache, so that's probably why it sounds so shitty lmao (😭) there’s also some stuff that doesn’t add up so there's that. angst with no happy ending (dont come for me yall), implied cheating, swearing (like one f bomb lol), also the title literally has nothing related to the fic in itself (except maybe one paragraph 😭). uhh that's all, I think, but lmk if I missed anything!!!

he comes home late, your satoru. late enough that it’s early, actually, with the pale rim of the sun trying to push weakly through the bruise-colored clouds purpling the night sky - late enough that you think he’s not coming, like most other nights. 

but when he comes stumbling in, staggering off to the side as he giggles, drunk, with pink in his cheeks either from the cold or the booze, you think it might’ve been better if he didn’t come home at all. and it sounds cruel, doesn’t it? knowing why satoru, your satoru, who can’t really be called yours anymore, (from a god to a worshipper, did you really think that he would love you like he actually, truly meant it?) is like this. why things are like this, really, but it’s getting harder to bear, these days. 

and as tears fills your eyes when your mouth parts open to speak, you wonder when it’s changed to bearing, and not loving satoru. “where were you?” you ask him, and it’s a broken, whispered thing, no longer being shouted with explosive anger, wrapped in vicious hurt and dripping venom. 

it comes out resigned. tired. you’re tired, and maybe he sees it, for once; (and you want to scoff at the irony of it all — because even with his all-seeing six eyes, satoru has always been blind to you. or maybe he chooses to slide a rose-tinted film over them, and honestly, at this point, you don’t know which one is worse-) maybe he sees the harsh shadows in your eyes and the halo of dark circles, the bitten lips and the messy hair. maybe he sees that he’s the root of all this, because he stops. 

there’s a pause - a sobering quiet, and you think he knows what’s coming. there’s something in the air, something cold and stinging, something tight enough that when you finally breathe his name, it feels like a thread snapping, something falling apart at the seams — like blood oozing through the stitches of a wound, scabbed over and over and never quite healing. a beat too late, you realize that that something is really you and satoru. you and me, he said. we. us.

there is no us, satoru. there was never an “us” and that fucking hurts.

and now it’s all gone, snowed over by satoru and his frost-cold eyes and his freezing voice and his icicle-sharp words, cutting so deep that you’re afraid you can’t dig them out, especially with your winter-numbed fingers. in hindsight, you really should have seen this coming. 

and he must see it too, now, because satoru is a man called god - mighty and powerful and all-seeing - and he truly plays the part. and so he smiles, wide and nonchalant like he doesn’t know this is ripping you apart. like he doesn’t know that this is the end. like he doesn’t even care, and you hate him for it. 

“oh, you know. out.” 

he says lazily, throwing his shades off as he stumbles his way towards you, arms wide open, grinning all the while. you flinch as he steps into the moonlight, reaching out for you, those cruel, cruel eyes holding the stormy brilliance of the skies, glimmering in the weak light — and you think that cuts through the fuzz, the haziness in his mind - sobers him up.

satoru stops, only a breath away from you, close enough that you can smell the alcohol on his breath and the scent of another catching in his clothes and his hair and his skin, see that the smile has slipped off of his face, see the shimmer of his cold eyes, the gaping emptiness in them - a void, that, no matter how much you give of yourself to him, that can never be filled. 

“you’re leaving.” he breathes quietly, soft. broken.

you remain silent, tears clouding your eyes, spilling over your cheeks like a dam burst. because you’d expected yelling, screaming and even cursing, or the cold indifference that satoru has always used to freeze you out, and this - this vulnerability hurts so much more. you wish he would just - just - 

a trembling hand comes to cup your cheek, cradles your jaw, lifts your eyes to meet his, full of melted ice, desperate and searching for something, anything to hold onto, but it’s been ten long, painful years of breaking and fixing, hurting and healing until you’re so scarred over that there’s nothing else left to wound, and by god - you’re so, so tired.

you bring a shaky hand to cup his, curled around your face, tears trembling on your lashes, unable to bear that look of heartbreak in those damned crystalline eyes of his. did he see this, too? 

“i love you. i love you so, so much, don’t you know that?” he murmurs, voice catching, forehead knocking against yours, and you stifle a sob behind gritted teeth. because you know. of course you do; it’s why you’re here now. it’s why you’ve always been here for so long. 

“i know, satoru. i know, but this love of yours is only killing me.” you tell him in a broken whisper, and you feel his grip tighten, feel him shake against you. 

“don’t say that. don’t say that. please…” satoru never begs. he never has had the need to, but now - now he wonders if anything would have changed if he had. he would have fallen at your feet, begged you with all that he had and meant it with his entire chest, baring the tender heart inside for the entire world to see. but it’s too late.

he’s always too late.

“please…” he murmurs against your mouth, lips brushing against yours in one last desperate attempt - and it’s helpless and bitter and wet from the salt of your tears — yours or his, maybe. you don’t know anymore. 

he kisses you and you kiss him back just as hard and wanting, fingers curling into the moon-bright mess of his hair as you tug him down, nails digging into his back and his mouth crushed against yours and it’s desperate and rough and messy, and it feels like the last time and the first time in a long time but this is it. 

this is the end. 

and when he finally pulls back, panting and breathless, you think he knows it too. 

“i’m sorry, satoru.” 

you tell him, and even without the tears in your eyes, and the waver in your voice and the ache in your chest, he knows you’d mean it all the same. you’ve never been as selfish as him, even now, even when it’s your right to be. you could never be as cruel as him. and maybe that’s why this is goodbye. 

and so gojo satoru is selfless for once. he doesn’t chase after the warmth of your mouth when you press your lips to his one last time, a parting gift - a lingering curse. he doesn’t have it in him to look up even when he feels you glance at him one last time, your eyes tired and mournful and full of tears. 

and worst of all, he doesn’t hear the faint “i love you,” that lingers long after you leave, silent to his ears, the door to his house left open, but his home long gone.

FIN-

[madmanwonder]

(prompt, crossover) jazz notice her mother coming back to the house many hours later, wearing only a bathrobe, with stuff like that and her hair being disheveled like something happened to her. Maddie had the time of her life with eren.

"Mom. What happened to your clothes, and why do you look so disheveled?"

Jazz looked at her mother who just returned from somewhere with nothing but a thin fluffy bathroom and a disheveled look on her normally clean appearance. Jazz saw her mother look at her with a sneaky smile on her red-covered lips which she noticed was messy as well.

"Just me having the best time of my life with Mr.Yaegar down the street, Jazz." Maddie replied with a certain tone in her velvet voice causing the hair on Jazz neck stand up as she walked out of the room with a supermodel strut.

"...no. There's no logical way she would do that with him behind dad back." Jazz said to herself as her brilliant mind was unable to comprehend the thought of her mom cheating on dad with Mr.Yaegar across the street.

[doodle-pops]

Who do you think that Yandere!Fëanor will be angrier at? Himself or the reader for “tempting” him when he’s already married? He has…issues regarding second marriages after all.

CW: implied cheating, yandere behaviour

That's kinda hard to say because reader isn't deliberately temping him, it's he who's being attracted to reader despite his marriage. Idk why, but I get the idea (being the short-tempered person he is and jumping to conclusions), it's gonna be 50/50. I can see him being pissed at himself for stooping so low and being displeased by reader's (unknowingly) flirtations.

Poor reader, just existing and then gets faced by an angered Feanor raging about them being a temptation when all they did was breathe 🙂

[echo-echo31]

Sinmas: Day 17

MASTERPOST

Warnings: implied cheating

Author's Notes: Spoilers, takes place before part 1.

"So today, we need to check your facial muscle replicators,"

"Do we now?"

You roll your eyes at his tone, trying to keep the blush from creeping up your cheeks the way that certain...thoughts had been of late.

"Lean back, Prince Charming," You joke, picking up the hand-held scanner and watching as Alpha leans back for you, that annoyingly smug look flickering in his dark eyes.

"You think I'm charming, then?" He asks with a raised eyebrow.

"Hey, I will reprogramme your personality procedures, sir,"

"Oh, so it's sir now, is it?"

You raise both eyebrows at him, earning you nothing more than a smirk as you try to supress your own.

"Listen...can we just get through this testing procedure in one peice please?"

He looks up at you from where he's sitting, looking as if he's considering something, before relaxing his face into a more neutral, professional expression.

"Of course, Y/N. Though may I suggest a simpler way to test my facial muscle replicators?"

"Yes," You sigh, relieved and maybe a little disappointed now that he's gone back to his usual testing demeanour.

"Kiss me,"

You nearly drop the scanner.

"W-what?!"

Still, he has no change of expression, yet your heart rate has skyrocketed.

"It's the best way to test my muscle movement and emotional expression reactivity," He states, matter-of-factly.

You can't. You shouldn't. It's ridiculous anyway; just a joke he's making, a silly idea that you're going to immediately address as such.

"What if we get caught?"

The question spills from your mouth before you can catch it, but the way his hickory eyes glint makes you regret it less.

"Y/N," He says, certain and sure and so god damn comforting that you can't help but feel safe, "It's just a kiss. We're both curious. Why don't we just do it once to get rid of the...urge,"

And yes, that makes sense. It's not like there's cameras in here anyway and no one else even works Sundays. Plus, Alpha is an android, it doesn't mean anything.

"Ok...ok," You affirm, then hovering like a nervous date at homecoming, "So how do we-"

His lips taste like honey.

You'd always thought that was a silly trope; the kind of thing that romance novels make up but no, you distinctly taste the flavour on his mouth as it makes contact with your own. Your arms come up to rest around his neck because that just seems like the natural thing to do, and you can hear someone humming deeply as a tounge licks against your lips; asking for entry and-

You pull back sharply, mind getting up to speed with your body all at once.

You stand, panting, eyes wide as Alpha's stay on your lips; then travelling down.

You see his tounge flicker across his lips once and see blue liquid flashed against them.

"Oh shit,"

[mintmatcha]

Does your f/o like the strip club yes or no?

[mhathotfic]

This is insane! She must be insane! Her boss was 15 years her senior, a married man with a newborn at home!

She shouldn’t be sitting here like this! Shouldn’t be sat naked on his desk with legs spread wide and soaked pussy on full display for the older man.

She shouldn’t be so stupidly lovesick for Eijirou Kirishima.

Should know better than to trust a cheating man when he says he loves you enough to leave his wife, but then he smiles so warmly and it’s easy to forget that she’s not his one and only.

And before she can remind herself he’s pressing his lips to hers and slowly splitting her open around his fat cock and all she can think about is giving him a second kid.

[brainr0t-landfill]

🌃Mercurial:

Ghoap x male reader

Chapter One/Prologue: Abstain

"I found you, I found the door."

-Mitski, I Want You

(please mind the tags, I don't know how the UK train system works, English isn't my first language apologies for any mistakes <3)

You kiss them goodbye on the doorway, you make sure their jackets are zipped up, you promise to keep the windows locked and to not go out at night, Simon smiles, his eyes crinkling above the surgical mask.

"Gonna be good for us, hare? Sure hope so."

It's half joking, half threatening and desperately hopeful.You focus on the spot between his eyes as you nod, stomach twisting into knots and hands sweating.

You press your ear to the metal door and listen to their footsteps fading away then you rush to the balcony and watch the black, truck you repainted last month go down the road, through the U turn and disappear, your knuckles white against the railings your forearms stiff, eyes so wide and unlinking untill they water and force you to blink. You're scared that any moment now the other shoe will drop, they'll turn the car around and John will ask you if you really took them for such fools as Simon rumages through drawers and wardrobes laying every bit of your pitifull escape plan on the floor, like a wolf gutting a hare. Then you'll be driven back to the lonely, stuffy shack in the woods in the trunk, hogtied and gagged, feeling every bump on the road.

The trunk opens and you shut your eyes against the onslaught of white hard light, nose stinging from the cold as you curl into yourself out of both fear and well deserved shame, guilt. They're talking above you, familiar voices blurring together and becoming white noise. You feel like an insect pinned down, getting dissected.

Someone places their hand over your eyes, rubbing at your red, runny nose with their calloused thumb.

"Oh lovie."

"Carefull Si, cannea back out now."

There's silence for a second and you know they're exchanging the kind of look that saves their lives out on the field, the kind of look that explains and understands.

"Gotta let him learn his lesson ,hmm?"

"No other choice left."

Simon runs his hand over your face and rubs at your neck, that still smells of someone else. Mature and cold with hints of narcissus.You can see his internal conflict in his darkned eyes and see you can see his attachment, his love, his despration winning out.

You look up at them at Simon's wide set face and his unfocussed eyes dried out from lack of sleep, John bends down and picks you out of the truck setting you down on aching feet, still clad in socks as he flicks his knife out, a flash of fear goes through you, gutted by the same knife you had bought for him on his birthday, how fitting.

"Run 'n I'll break ya legs,."

"Last resort Si, might never heal proper again."

"Wouldn't tha' a good thing by now?"

You hear a sigh, both exasperated and heartbroken.

"Hope not."

Simon holds you in place by the shoulders as John cuts the ropes away, his jaw is set but his sweet blue eyes are wet, tired and you can't help the immense guilt you feel at putting them through this, for pushing them so far, for staying when you knew you'd do this.

Then you lift your face and see it, the cabin it's a box really, no windows and only one heavy door, John had mentioned his father had built one for hunting ,you wonder if it's the same one. You look over the dark wood walls and the door padlocked from the outside, your fear snowballs, all consuming and rattling your ribs. The idea of being trapped in the small, dark space is nauseating, it terrifies you in a way so primal, so reflex you think you'll bolt for a second, you think you'll beg scream, anything, anything. John straightens up and caresses your face.

"Just for a little while hare, just 'till Si n' I are back from this misson, then we'll come 'n get ya, promised we'd never leave eachothe, remember?."

He rips the tape off your mouth and gives you a soft sweet kiss, familiar lips failing to settle you for the first time, well groomed stubble scratchy against your moist skin, Simon presses his cheek against yours.

"It has everything ya need and we'll be back before you know it, just behave yourself and you'll never have to see this place again."

His voices is gravel against your skin, his breath smoke but you can't focus on them pressing against you on either side or the ropes laying undone on the grass.

All you can see is the cabin, the padlock, the wardens, the convict.

You had stayed for a long time in that cabin, long enough for your food to start running out, long enough to grow both lovesick and resentfull, long enough to get yourself together and fix the old, busted hunting camera you had found shoved between the wall and the bed.

You bought two flasdrives a week ago before their deployment and hid them in your tool box, on one you upload images of the cabin, of chains, of bruises, dents in the wall and your room ransacked time and time again.You know it's not a strong case and it's not meant to be. It's supposed to be a reminder for what you did, what you're running from, your sentencing.

On the other flash drive you upload all your happy memories, screenshots of loving wordsand jokes, selfies together, pictures of gifts and vacations, the apartment you saved up for with them. To keep you warm, souvenirs from the last place you settled in, from the last place you let yourself be loved.

You tuck them into the struddiest back pack you own, four changes of clothes, underwear, very basic toiletries, some fancy jewellery you'll have to pawn off later on. The money, fake ID and passport you had hidden in the inner lining of one of the coats John's forgotten about a long time ago, discarded at the back of his closet.

You pack the bag in under ten minutes just the way you practiced, the hard part is the note, you write over and over again palms sweaty and hands shaky eventually you settle on;

'Stay safe, I love you, goodbye.' Flowery language and false promises feel ingenuine when you're leaving everything the three of you have worked for, everything they'd tied their hearts to , it feels cowardly when you're running away. You leave the crumpled up notes on the top of the trash and your shared card on the table. You keep your promise ring in your pocket.

The walk to the train station is torture, every loud step is Simon, every wide shoulder or brown jacket is John, you feel like you're drowning in a pool filled with snippets of them, like driftwood caught in a storm much bigger than he'll ever comprehend. You either dread the day they'll be nothing but memories or salivate for it, you can't decide with the overwhelming panic, the sick excitement.You buy a day pass and a burner phone before you throw away your cell phone.

The bus ride is calmer, when you don't think about the pub you met in, the small flower shop you routinely bought foxgloves and bluebells from, the record shop Johnny loves, the workplace Simon insisted he drove you to whenever he could; the lufe you're betraying, the blessings you're running from.

You sit arms crossed and face hidden under your hood as you watch the city flash by, the further away from home you get the more guilt you feel; guilt for letting them in, guilt for misguiding them, guilt for aggravating them again and again and again untill either one snapped, guilt for leaving when you had just convinced them you wouldn't even think of it.

You swallow it down and watch the city speed away colors blurring like oil paint.

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[mara-xx217]

Albert Wesker x You Commission- Caught His Eye

Commission by @prettycutebunny! I'm glad you enjoyed it~ Part 2 here Part 3 here

Warnings: Unhappy Marriage, Slight Cheating (sorta but not really) Yandere Tendencies

You weren't a part of the usual crowd that joined Umbrella, let alone the type to be involved with Oswald Spencer. It's no wonder you caught Wesker's eye and became a source of endless... fascination.

  To say you were “married” to Oswald E. Spencer wouldn’t be accurate. It was literally true, as in, on paper you were married, but you weren’t close. Not even a little. He barely knew your name and you his. It was for the money. The power. Your family benefited from the marriage monetarily and materialistically and he benefited from having more lackeys that were loyal to him and willing to do… unsavory work in exchange for more boons in his name.

   You did work in Umbrella but not for the money or for the power. No, you naive little fool, you actually wanted to make a difference in the world. Not make a name for yourself, not to become rich, not to become immortal. No, you merely wanted to make the world a better place. Whether it be from creating vaccines for known diseases or aiding in the creation of medicines that would help pre-existing ailments, you wanted to help. It was admirable but Albert couldn’t help but to shake his head and sigh.

   What to do with you… 

   It was surprising to learn you knew nothing of the front that was Umbrella; nothing of the many, many bio-weapons they have created, that have been implemented and used- simply nothing. Concerns about security were brought up surrounding your joining of the company. What if you leak their secrets?! Concerns were brushed aside. “She won’t be an issue.” Spencer would say. 

   And he was right. You were never an issue. 

   Albert remembers the first day he met you. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready for work, ready to make friendly with your coworkers. Everyone thought you were a spy planted by Spencer to monitor them. Albert knew right away you weren’t. It was the way you carried yourself, the way your eyes looked… You seemed to want genuine connection. It shouldn’t have been found there but… 

   He couldn’t help himself… 

   “A-Ah! You’re Albert Wesker?! THE Albert Wesker?!” The colour rushed to your face as you scrambled to appear somewhat professional. You patted down your white coat and smoothed down your hair. Suppressing a giggle, you offered your hand, though you did so with an air of uncertainty. 

   “I-It’s so nice to meet you! I-I mean-! It��s a pleasure! A-A… an honour?” The excitement was washed out by the mortification that crossed your face. A spy? You must be a phenomenal actress. Wesker took your hand, giving it a curt shake. Your hand was completely engulfed by his own. He noted how your fingers trembled and twitched as embarrassment swiftly turned back into excitement. 

   “The pleasure is mine. You are Mrs. Spencer, correct?” It somehow left a sour taste in his mouth. It was more than… what? Strange? Unbelievable? Infuriating that such a young, bright and seemingly decent person was tied to, perhaps, the most selfish, egotistical and simply evil human being on the face of the planet. Perhaps you’ll prove him wrong, though. Perhaps-

   You scrunched up your nose. Something akin to disgust crinkles your forehead.

   “Ah- Please, no need for… that. You can use my first name if you like! …or my maiden name…” Your voice fell flat, trailing off as you realized that was, most definitely, not an appropriate thing to say to one, a new coworker that you just met, two, the Albert Wesker, and three, a member of Umbrella, where you’re “husband” may or may not find out you said such a thing. Maybe he wouldn’t care, though. A feeling sours your stomach. 

   Maybe you are more bothered by this arranged marriage than you first thought… 

   You weren’t as subtle as you had hoped. Behind Albert’s sunglasses, his eyes narrowed. Did you really try to hide your disgust? No… you aren’t sure if you even could. He made a note of it, but chose not to bring any attention to it. There was no need to. Not at the moment, anyway. This could be useful for him later. 

   No love for Spencer, hmm? 

   “Of course. Anything you please.” 

   It took less than a week for Albert to know, with utmost certainty, that you were not a spy sent by Spencer. Or by another rival company, even another country. No prying questions, no overachieving in very, very specific areas, no rubbing shoulders with the higher ups, nothing. Albert would have been disappointed if he wasn’t so intrigued by you. 

   Having someone that genuinely wanted  to make the world a better place was unusual. Rare, even. It was something that he could respect. You applied yourself in your field, you worked hard and the results you produced reflected your work ethic. Staying late was usual for you, something that Albert, himself, did often. Normally, he wouldn’t fraternize with his coworkers much at all, certainly not as he pulled in overtime. But you?

   He certainly enjoyed your company. 

   You were unlike anyone inside this godforsaken company. The cut-throat politics that dominated the work culture weren’t something that you could survive without intervention. Certainly not if you were anyone other than his wife. Your overachiever results pissed off many, many people. People that no lowly virologist would ever dream of crossing, not in their worst nightmares. You did this daily. Hourly, even. And you did it with a smile on your face and with the cluelessness of a child left to fend for themselves in the wild. It would be easy to manipulate you and your work….

   Albert couldn’t stand to see anyone else do just that.

   He rubbed shoulders with some truly abhorrent people. You were not one of them. The opposite, in fact, he couldn’t- wouldn’t- stop the feelings he had towards you from developing into a permanent fixture in his daily life. If it doesn’t affect your work, then let it be. That’s what Albert always told himself. If it, or you, were to become a problem, then he would deal with it. “Dealing” with you slowly began to twist from “cutting you out” and quickly became “guard you at all costs”. 

   It certainly wasn’t a terrible change for him. 

   You grew tired. Work was draining you more than you realized… All the long nights and contending with the work culture were finally getting to you. Whenever you felt like you were drowning in your work Albert was always there to pull you out of the deep end. You felt guilty, genuinely you did! You shouldn’t have to rely on him… but he always dismisses your apologies.

   “Don’t apologize. Perhaps you should leave early tonight and get some rest. Pushing yourself until exhaustion isn’t healthy.” Albert knowingly made a habit of this. It’s bad for our bottom line. You can only produce good results if you are well rested. Excuses were easy to make and even easier to execute. He didn’t want to scare you away. Rather, he wanted to bring you in closer…

    The times you would leave early, or rather, leave on time, were rare indeed. You stayed most nights, long until the morning. You would occasionally nap in the breakroom, or even on the floor of whatever area you were working in. The first time, Albert let it slide. The fifth time he caught you, though, he called you out.

   “What are you doing?” 

   You jolted awake. No, not awake, per se. You weren’t quite asleep, but not awake, either. You felt your heart jump up between your ears, throbbing and pounding so loud you can’t string together a coherent thought. Shame burned your cheeks and made you trip on your own tongue. 

   “I- uh, I jus- um…” You had a deer in the headlights look. 

    What were you supposed to say? 

    You didn’t want to go “home”. No, it wasn’t a home. Not your home. It was cold, unwelcoming, totally vapid and too damn big for even the largest family fit to burst. You wished you had something that was your own… just something small. A studio apartment! Anything other than that empty shell of a place… For all the money Spencer had, he didn’t really care about what you wanted. You had a roof over your head and you wouldn’t dare speak up to him, of all people… 

   Out of all of your coworkers, having Albert Wesker be the one to find you in such a sorry state stung. What would he think of you now? He was, perhaps, the last person you wanted to see at this moment in time. All you could do was get up and try to look presentable. Wave off his concerns. Don’t trouble him with your personal problems… You have already overstepped your boundaries with him many, many times… 

   “Why are you laying on the floor?” You cringed. Albert was always curt and to the point when talking to anyone, even you. No matter how much you searched his face, you couldn’t read his expression. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking or feeling at any given moment, let alone now, of all times… 

   “Has something happened? Are you alright?” Immediately you noticed the tone of his voice shifted ever so slightly. It wasn’t as cutting. Not harsh, but softer. Instead of standing straight and stiff, he leans against the wall, a slight frown on his face. You were already on the cusp of breaking. Now, though? Now you can’t stop the tears from wetting your eyes. 

   “I- N-No… It’s not-” What were you supposed to say? The lack of care and intimacy in your life was eating you alive. You couldn’t tell him this!

   Could you? 

   “No, it’s alright. You don’t have to tell me anything. I’m sorry, I can’t help but to worry, seeing you here so late all the time.” His frown deepened. Albert had stopped hiding his care for you long ago. Now more than ever he needs it to be known to you.  

   You didn’t hide it as well as you would have liked. You were desperate for human interaction. Validation. A connection of any kind. Others in the company have tried to use this desperation to their own ends, tried to steal your work and all credit that was yours and yours alone. Albert rebuffed their claims, though he would never tell you this. 

   You weren’t fit to work in this place. In this world. No, you deserved far better. He itched to give you more, to see you smile genuinely, laugh in the way you do when you tell your unfunny jokes- Albert wanted to see more-

   “Do you want to go home? I could take you.” It left a sour taste in his mouth. No, he didn’t want you there. He can’t protect you when you are in the lion’s den. Alone, without him at your side. He felt immediate relief when you shook your head. 

   “N-No! I, um, n-no… I’m fine here…” No, you weren’t fine. You couldn’t hide it from him no matter how hard you tried. 

   You were tired. Every joint in your body ached from so many long nights laying on the hard floor, with only your lab coat as an impromptu blanket. You were slowly starting to resent this job and most of the people that you had to see every day. You are certainly naive, but you aren’t stupid. You know nearly all of your coworkers couldn’t stand you and that the only thing they wanted from you was the work you did. Of all of the people you saw on a daily basis, of everyone that you talked to, forced a smile at, laughed at their dumb, insensitive jokes, there was only one that seemed to show you any measure of genuine care. 

   Albert… 

   A few stray tears leaked from your eyes. It was embarrassing! Albert was already offering you a tissue. You accepted with your head hanging low. 

   “Whatever your reasonings are, if you don’t wish to return home, you are always welcome at mine.” You raise your head, surprised. Welcome to his home? It made you strangely anxious, though not in a bad way. 

   “Dunno… just tired…” You barely spoke above a whisper, from the fear of breaking into hysterical sobs. You jumped when you felt his hand on your shoulder. When did you move so close? It was nice, though… You focused on not having a full blown meltdown and the comforting hand on your shoulder that gave you a slight squeeze. 

   In the end, you took Albert up on his offer of staying the night at his house. Just for a few hours, really… is what you said. You couldn’t really think, though. You didn’t want to stay there and you certainly wouldn’t return “home”. 

   The drive was short and Albert remained mostly silent. There wasn’t much to say and you were relieved he wasn’t worrying over you so much. Hungry? Thirsty? No, just some water, you had said. You swore the couch was fine but he insisted you take the bed. You took it reluctantly. It was weird being in someone else’s home, in their bed as they took the couch. 

   Another man’s home. 

   You couldn’t dwell on it. You were exhausted and sleeping in an actual bed was so, so wonderful… Sleep came easier than it had for a long time. Since you were married, actually. Even though this is the first time you’ve done something like this, you felt safe. Albert made you feel safe. Safer than you’ve felt in a long time… 

   Yes, it was surreal having you in his home, asleep in his bed. No worry, no stress, totally and blissfully unaware and vulnerable right there, mere inches away. You scrunched up your nose as he brushed a few stray locks away from your face. Adorable… This is what he was wanting to see. You deserve to feel this more often. Forever, even. Safety and comfort. Warmth. Love… Albert vows to make this want into a reality. You deserve no less and so much more…

Would anyone like to see more of Wesker? I have an ask for him already that I'll be working on soon! -Mara

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire

[anxiously-going]

Found another fairly completed WIP, this one set post Elaan of Troyius.

"Jim!" Leonard greeted as the captain strolled into medbay. "Take a seat, would ya?"

Jim did as he was told. "Everything alright, Doctor?"

Leonard ran the tricorder over him. "I dunno, Jim, you tell me."

"You called me down here, remember?"

"I did," McCoy agreed.

"So?" Jim shrugged. "Where's the fire?"

Leonard folded his arms over his chest. "I'm not buying Spock's antidote."

"Is that so?" Jim asked, looking at the ground.

"It is. I know what this ship means to you, but I don't buy that it was enough to overtake some alien infection."

"And what do your instruments say on the matter?"

"They agree."

"Do they now?" His voice was flat and empty.

"'Love potion' is a very unscientific way of saying 'altering the body's biochemistry'. You're giving off some unusual readings here. Not as bad as they would have been right after the infection, I'm sure. But certainly not normal."

Jim nodded slowly. "So it wasn't my fault?" He asked quietly.

Leonard's face fell and he set aside his scanner to put a had on Jim's arm. "No, Jim, of course it wasn't."

"I should've known better-"

"How?" Len challenged. "Did anyone tell you what the ambassador said about the tears?" Jim shook his head. "Then it can't possibly be your fault. If anything…it's my fault. I should have warned. And for that I'm sorry, Jim."

"You didn't have any reason to suspect she'd try anything-"

"That doesn't mean I couldn'a warned you. But playing the blame game isn't going to get us anywhere. Are you okay?"

"I would've said 'no', Bones."

"I know, Jim. I know," Len answered softly.

"I wanted to- I tried, but… it was almost like dissociative, you know? I was just...trapped in my own body and I couldn't do anything. Not anything she didn't want anyway." Len sat next to Jim and rested his hand between his shoulders. "I tried to tell her it was wrong, but she kept saying it was what we both wanted. I wanted to push her away, but part of me was afraid to hurt her, and the other part… I wanted to get away, but it was like something else was controlling me. Like I was just a puppet."

"In a sense, you were. You're human, Jim. It affected you differently than it would have one of her own species. As a species they've adapted to those chemical changes in their bodies to be normal and probably even necessary. But you're not one of them. Your body wasn't prepared for that kind of reaction."

The captain gave a small nod and continued his staring contest with the floor. "Would the antidote do anything at this point, doctor?"

"It'll bring your body back to it's usual equilibrium. The human body is incredibly resilient and it's moving that way anyway, but the antidote will speed up that process."

"You have it on hand?"

Len nodded. "I do." He stood and picked up a loaded hypospray from the table near the bed. Jim tilted his head away and winced a little at the injection.

"Thanks, Bones," he said quietly.

Len sighed. "Look at me, kid."

Jim raised his watery eyes to Len's face.

"The antidote is only good for fixing your biochemistry. The rest is going to take time. It's going to have ups and down just like healing from any traumatic event would. So don't expect all this to just...go away because I gave you a shot. Be kind to yourself, alright?"

Jim ground his jaw and nodded. "Doctor's orders?" He tried to tease with a faltering smile.

Len brushed aside a stray tear with this thumb. "Doctor's orders," he agreed. "Come 'ere, kid." He tugged Jim into his arms and held him tightly.

Jim melted into Len's arm. "Sometimes, part of the healing process is to grieve," Len advised softly. He hugged Jim tighter when the younger man's tears began to wet his shirt.

Several minutes passed before Jim sat back with a sigh. "Thanks, Bones," he said, already sounding calmer.

Len gripped his shoulder. "Do you need a few days leave?"

Jim shook his head. "I'm alright. I'd like to keep this between us, as much as possible though."

"Of course. Whatever you need, just let me know."

"I could do with a drink, if you're offering."

"I think I can fix you up some cocoa."

Jim chuckled tiredly. "I had a feeling you might say that."

"Your system's outta whack as it is. I'm not givin' you anything to unbalance it further."

"I suppose that's fair," he sighed. "Thanks for lookin' out for me, Bones."

"That is what you keep me around for. C'mon. You can stay with me tonight."

[hcneygemini]

𝖝. 𝖆. 𝖓. 𝖆. — the sex was good until it wasn't sentence starters.

A collection of sentence starters from the album The Sex Was Good Until It Wasn't. Not including songs previously released as singles ( they are on this meme ) I also have chosen not to include 15, Lavender Daughter, or BODY due to the heavy and deeply personal subject matter. Please do not add to or claim this meme as your own. Feel free to change pronouns, slightly rephrase, combine, or shorten as needed. Some lyrics have been changed to better fit rp purposes. tw: toxic relationships, brief suicidal ideation, religious stuff ( mostly blasphemous lmao ), some violence mentions, & implied cheating.

LIP SERVICE

you can't hurt me any more than you have already.

it's taken everything in me not to be petty.

what once was easy is now feeling pretty heavy.

waiting is romance until [ they ] are never ready.

i get next to you and i still get nervous.

my stomach dropped when you said "i don't deserve this."

i don't deserve this.

"it's just not like you," is what i tell myself, but how could i know that?

i guess it's true love 'cause you always come right back.

a liability is what you lack.

i don't wanna know that.

you talk of timing, like our planets just aren't aligning.

you talk of timing, as if we don't have any say in deciding.

you talk of timing, as if my tongue is the only one i'm biting.

you talk of timing, as if i don't have all your confessions down in writing.

yeah, it's the timing.

i can't let you lie to me.

i don't know who you're trying to be.

i didn't wanna up and leave.

i knew you wouldn't stay with me.

i think about you all the time.

we thought it would, but it never died.

my guilt is true.

i wonder if you're warm tonight.

we tried to control all the damage.

you couldn't let go.

i couldn't handle all the doubt in my mind.

all that's left is the hurt where you're hollow.

i wish you'd have saved yourself, 'cause i now i gotta save me.

now i gotta save me.

is there a world where we can make this better?

will i question your intentions forever?

[ Phoebe ] said that it's for the better.

i do what i can to make it last.

i'm scared of how i feel when you talk like that.

can we talk like that?

can we talk?

i would do it all again.

maybe we can try whenever you are able.

i'm not waiting, i'm just sitting at the table.

THE SEX WAS GOOD !

we're star-crossed lovers, but i wanna puke whenever you say it.

you're a little older now.

that's just the hard truth.

you're rocking with the big boys.

you scream your lungs dry.

i'm a sucker for white noise.

where am i tonight?

i guess you'll never know.

you probably won't sleep right.

now i can't think of you, it ruins my whole mood.

i only painted you red out of kindness.

you blame it on your childhood.

i should have left, but how could i?

i guess the sex was good until it wasn't.

i bet it cuts right to the bone.

you wanted a wife and a kid and a life you could control.

i've got unsaved numbers in my phone.

i've got a god-awful tendency to love being alone.

break all my shit!

incite a riot!

go play the victim, babe, i hope they buy it.

dry your alligator tears.

you can't leave 'em here.

you wanted love songs—beggars can't be choosers, dear.

i'm stone cold.

it's fucking tragic.

i never loved you.

i find myself looking back a bit more than i should.

it wasn't all bad, but it wasn't that good.

SICK JOKE

write it in gold.

the ending gets old.

they say you learn to know when it's time to go.

these days i'm talking to myself.

i know what to say now.

is everything i feel temporary?

i'm learning more about myself and it's scary.

won't you let me live right here in the memory?

love me plenty.

take this gently.

leave me empty.

leave me whole.

call it what it is: it's a sick, sick joke.

nobody's laughing now.

i wanna learn to love you, i just don't know how.

i swear i'm really trying, but i'm all worn out.

all that happened hurt me more than i care to talk about.

nothing ever changes, and i'm sick of this town.

will i find it in me to find a way out?

i think i might feel better once i let you down.

we never touched in that midnight glow.

every part of me you begged to know.

i look into your eyes and i see my own.

it's almost like you always knew me—what a horrifying feeling.

you were horrifying.

i only miss it a little.

i don't wish you very well.

you only loved me in riddles.

you still loved me, i could tell.

now you call it a fever dream.

you're only kidding yourself.

i wanna learn to trust you, i just don't know how.

you're no longer a contact.

i'm good on my own, but you already know that.

you swore to be true.

you failed in the moment.

they say it takes two, but i blame you.

i don't know what it means.

someday i'll find the meaning.

the wound still stings.

i kinda like the bleeding.

where'd you go?

you oughta stay there.

i had to block you on the internet 'cause i still care.

it keeps me up at night like a bad, bad dream.

what if i never find someone who's just like me?

our stars never aligned.

we did a bad thing.

i hold on to the grudges.

i wish you held me.

i have an incessant need for a love so all-consuming that it ruins me.

you promised it was real.

i guess you misspoke.

i wanna be merciful, i just don't know how.

it goes against my nature to believe you're bad.

why'd you have to go and lie to me like that?

there always come a point where you have to have your own back.

now's as good a time as ever to learn that.

i'm thankful that i never gave you all of me.

now i get to walk away with everything.

if i linger in your memory, eradicate me!

i never saw you coming, but i felt you leave.

i did my best.

i hope you never find the guts to make amends.

i'm crying to my friends.

i'm plotting my revenge.

all i really wanna know is why would you pretend?

FERAL

i served my head on a platter.

i wish i were dead by now.

what does it matter?

make your amends.

prepare for the slaughter.

the rumors are true.

you're callous and cruel.

that [ woman ] is feral.

they said, "be careful, that [ woman ] is the devil.

even god herself as never known such evil.

i see [ her ] when the lights go low.

i feel [ her ] when i'm on my own.

i do my best work under pressure.

you fight for your life.

for me, it's just pleasure.

blood on my lips looks so much better.

witness my final ascension.

i command your undivided attention.

i'm teaching a lesson.

god is a woman and she likes other women.

does it keep you up at night?

was there something in the light that looks like me?

was it worse than you thought?

are you praying to a god you don't believe?

there's a shadow in your bed.

[ she ] won't leave.

i kinda wish i killed you sooner.

pray to your great empty heaven.

THE KICKER

it's snowing for the second time this winter.

i'm glad i didn't, but i wish i'd kissed [ her ]

i've been contemplating resolutions.

i blocked the user, but [ she ] made a new one.

i'm at a loss.

maybe i'm sick and need an obsession.

maybe it's love and the timing's up to heaven.

if it's as real as it feels, wouldn't you be here still?

ain't that the kicker.

there's a ghost in these walls.

[ she ] says nothing at all.

there ain't a single day i don't feel [ her ].

you're a lesson learned.

i'm one you get to work through.

how dare you say this ain't easy for you.

you get to fall asleep in bed with a [ girl ] who chose you.

i hate that i still wonder if it's what you wanted.

you said you're all mine.

it left me haunted.

if i go crazy, put your name down on the paper.

cause of death: a fucking serial dater.

maybe i'm mixing up all the signs.

you're really not a bad guy.

you could be the one if i just let this one slide.

baby, you're lucky that i'm such a forgiver.

you chose her too.

don't tell me you love me if you don't mean it like that.

you don't mean it like that.

don't tell me you're coming back, you don't mean it like that.

why'd the lord make me such a forgiver?

EARTH EYES

you're got earth in your eyes.

i can hardly survive how you touch me at night.

will you touch me tonight?

will you touch me?

you're all mine.

you kissed and you cursed me.

i spent 7 years trying to prove i was worthy.

i waited for worship.

i waited for madness.

i sat on your doorstep.

i loved without reason.

you loved me in secret.

now that i'm older, i no longer mind it.

it wasn't one-sided.

you tried to hide it.

you wound pretty lies 'til we crashed and collided.

i finally found you.

ALIBI

i don't love [ her ], but i think about [ her ] all the time.

i wonder what on earth [ she ] tastes like.

i've got a hundred reasons why i need an alibi.

i think it's funny.

i can never get [ her ] all alone.

it's all we know.

i haven't been this close to heaven since they shut me out.

i still had blood on my clothes.

[ she ] washed it out.

i know nothing in this world can save me now.

no, i don't love [ her ]

[ she's ] just somehow all i think about.

ain't it funny?

for you, i think i could have been someone.

i hope you know when it's your time to go, it'd be an honor just to offer up a hand to hold.

if i have to wait until our decaying state to be that close to you, darling, it's all i'll do.

i'll be yours forever, if forever will have me.

i'll be yours forever.

4EVER

it's already been 6 months.

i kinda hate how the time just goes and goes.

it feel strange to think about how i used to be somebody you didn't know.

you're the first i always call.

i share my clothes and fears with you.

we know it's something special.

we know we're gonna miss it when we get a little older.

i'm crying on your shoulder.

i think i fell in love, but it feels a little better.

i could stay right here in this house with you forever.

some things are meant to be.

some things are accidental.

you make me believe the world could be gentle.

every minute here i get more sentimental.

you cry in my arms.

i put on the kettle.

we do what we want.

the [ girls ] are allowed.

i had a panic attack, now we're going out.

god, i love the [ girl ] house!

you can brush your teeth while i'm singing in the shower.

i'll follow you wherever.

you make it all right.

home is where i love you.

they could stick us in a movie.

i'd even go to hell if it meant with you.

how'd we get so lucky?

home is where you love me.

we're all just a little bit in love with [ Amelia ].

i'll meet you on the corner.

i'm down in california.

they say talk is cheap.

JANUARY

it's all so comforting, the part of me that dies without you here.

tell me how i'm supposed to stay away for another year.

i don't wanna kill the parts of me that loved you right.

i can't look them in the eye.

i swear i will hate you for this forever.

i never got to tell you that i loved you.

i was blinded by your tunnel light.

this is my town.

honey, it's your wasteland.

i don't think we'll ever talk again.

we couldn't get that right.

i didn't notice the moment you let go of this.

i was all alone in it for longer than i knew.

i knew.

you made the right choice.

i'm second guessing if i ever really knew your true intentions.

you couldn't hold back.

i couldn't learn my lesson.

i kinda hate the silence.

i know what to do with it.

now it's over.

i feel 10 years older, somehow none the wiser.

i do this every time.

i couldn't get that right.

your skeletons, they don't scare me.

i go back to january—in my mind, you wait there for me.

i feel pathetic, insisting this shit's poetic.

i feel you rolling those damn eyes.

i curse 'em all the time.

no, i don't miss you anymore.

i don't want you back in my life, i couldn't live like that.

i'd say i'm happy.

there's still something so daunting.

i never felt the weight of it all.

you came along and took it off me.

i hope you're happy.

i can't look at any pictures, i'm afraid i'll see you with [ her ].

i heard you got that right.

i can't go back, i can't move forward.

i cried all night.

what's that like, being loved by you?

i still talk to you when i'm sleeping.

i call you name just to feel something.

i never learned to let a good thing go.

no, you won't be seeing my name on a phone screen.

you're hoping it's me who caves—well, it won't be!

i needed the time and the space.

i can't recall why it was needed in the first place.

i ain't a killer.

oh baby, i might be.

you're somehow the one i can't leave behind me.

in my mind, you regret me.

do you regret me?

[holylulusworld]

Better than this...

Summary: He’s a taken man. You are a broken-hearted girl.

Pairing: John Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, implied cheating/infidelity, unrequited feelings?, no happy end

A/N: Just a random angsty drabble.

It’s always the same game. He comes to you, for a night full of passion and lust. But then, he leaves. He never stays overnight or goes out with you. At least not in town. If you have dinner, it’s at a restaurant you call the mistress’s place.

You close your eyes and even your breathing. You pretend to be asleep, and he pretends that he doesn’t know you are still wide awake. Letting him sneak out of your home is easier than asking him to stay the night.

You did so often, and he always comes up with an excuse. His sons. Business. An important meeting.

The truth is you are only his dirty little secret.

He softly pecks your forehead. You hold your breath and don’t move.

“Sleep well, doll,” he whispers against your skin. It sounds almost loving. But you know better than to keep your hopes high.

He leaves. You exhale deeply.

You feel like you ended up in an endless circle of heartbreak.

It started three years ago when you met the man of your dreams. Well, at least you thought that he is a dream man back then. Now you’re not sure anymore.

John is a good man in public. The successful businessman. Perfect father. Perfect husband.

When you met, you didn’t know about his wife. And after you found out, you were already in too deep to get out.

John swore that his marriage is over for years. That he will ask Mary for divorce. He wanted to make things official with you and introduce you to his sons and friends.

Lies. So many lies.

You are still his dirty secret. The woman he meets up with to forget about his hectic life. John Winchester won’t fulfill his promises. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not in a year.

You blink your eyes open when the door shuts behind him. Silence greets you. But this time, you welcome it.

You roll over to his side of the bed to bury your face in his pillow. His scent still lingers on the fabric, and you inhale deeply. He always smells so good, and forgetting you cannot have him is hard.

This has to end. You’re not the kind of person who settles for less than love or ruins someone else’s marriage.

He cannot give you love, and devotion. Only lies, and secrets.

You sit up and grab your phone, sighing deeply. “I guess this is goodbye.” You bitterly say as you dial his number.

You take a deep breath when he immediately answers his phone.

Closing your eyes, you count to three.

“This must end. I’m better than this…”

[raiha-storm65557]

Prompt #30

Tw// cheating, (very) implied injurie, violence, begging,

“Please! I’ll do anything.” Hero begged and cried on their knees, holding onto Villains ankle for dear life. She looked down at the pathetic form by her feet in disgust. Hero deserved this, they brought this upon themselves, cheating on their spouse was a mistake and they knew it. They knew it was wrong and still did it, even going as far as defending it when confronted about it. She warned them that Civilian would find out sooner or later but no, no one listens to the ‘filth of the city’. “I don’t want to die, Villain! I’ll join you if that’s what you want j-just-“, Villain interrupted them with a swift kick to the jaw using their other leg. Hero finally let go of Villain in order to catch themselves from falling face first into the sidewalk. Now the dirtbag was shaking and crying even more, could this get any more pitiful? “Look Hero, in your own words ‘people who do bad things need to be punished’ and you…” Villain pointed directly at Hero, “…you had an affair. This is your punishment decided by the person you have hurt.” Villain couldn’t shake this horrible feeling; she despises Hero but seeing them like this was unsettling. Villain always noticed how their eyes were always empty when thanking other, when smiling for the cameras, even when they proposed to Civilian, they were empty. But now those same eyes were looking at Villain with such desperation. This might be the first time she has seen genuine emotions on her nemesis’s face. And to think someone as that little Civilian made it happen…

Tag list: @mishinacoven

[mhathotfic]

Thinking thoughts of soulmate! Bakugou meeting you while you’re on vacation and you’re insanely attracted and know right away.

In this day and age, it’s rare to find your true soulmate. You can find just close enough, feel a familiar tug towards another person and for a lot people that’s good enough. Your true soulmate however, well that feels more like an impossible to ignore fire that only their touch can quell.

It’s a blessing to finally find your kindling, only problem is you’re on your honeymoon because you never thought you’d find him.

He doesn’t judge you for moving forward with a marriage that wasn’t to him, but god does he want to kill your husband for stealing you before he ever got to have you.

[starryvomit]

[stuckonstarker]

can u imagine tony getting married to pepper and his friend throw him this trashy ass bachelor party where they hire strippers and one of the strippers just happens to be the alluring peter parker

[spring-lxcked]

was going through my wishlist tag and saw my post abt william and henry watching each other get married and oh i have a mighty need. william as henry's best man but he's so thinly veiled bitchy about everything