#um not sure if this has coined before

[yourdarlingness]

⸝⸝　DEATHIDOL　⌢⌢⌢　｡✦

──　a gender related to idols and death. Could be the concept itself ; being a grim reaper / angel of death ; being undead ; a ghost who was once an idol / an idol performs as a ghost ; etc　｡

　💀　｡　@accessmogai for image ID　︵︵

　DAY 7 of @inhumanic ' s 88+ event !

[thewhizzyhead]

anyways I've been relistening to mean girls the musical the past few weeks and one tiny thing I liked about the musical is how they established the similarities between Regina and Janis - particularly through similar habits ("those bITCHES!"), sharing Someone Gets Hurt, and through their friendship with Cady (though there are VAST differences there, I'd like to believe that both Janis and Regina were genuinely interested in being friends with Cady even if they had their own selfish and manipulative agendas with her).

However, I admit that I was rather disappointed that this point in the movie's Janis and Cady fight wasn't featured that much in the musical's counterpart: Janis saying, "At least me and Regina George KNOW we're mean." Though this was somewhat shown through Janis singing, "I hate Regina's guts, but here's what you can't comprehend: at least she has the guts to not pretend to be my friend!" (Which also in turn emphasizes the emotional impact had on Janis), it sadly did not show the point the movie tried to make: that both Janis and Regina are Mean Girls and that both KNOW it - unlike Cady who would like to believe that she herself is in the right.

[beforeimdeceased]

I would love an ellie x reader x abby fic, something super smutty, but modern day. I don’t mind unique details, I will give your free reign on those I just want something powerbottom abby x masc top ellie.

click me!

um okay. so this is actually so unnecessarily long like why did i do that also it’s terrible please don’t beat me up okay :( it’s um definitely something guys if u hate it i’ll delete it I SWEAR I SWEAR

inexperienced!lesbian (me asf) reader x ellabs, reader orgasm, lowkey mean ellabs but ignore that, i didn’t even do the request properly everyone throw tomatoes at me :(

2k words!

nsfw!

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The time on your phone flashed 11pm, and underneath it was a flash flood weather warning. You had been watching the news closely and carefully, but even they didn’t predict this.

“I thought they said it would clear up around 10.” Ellie joins you on the couch, a bag of fruit gummies in her hand. You nod, but don’t take your eyes off of your phone. “That’s what i thought too. I don’t know, maybe I can make it home before it gets too bad.”

Just as the words leave your mouth, Abby walks back into the living room. She rips a piece of paper towel off of the stand in the kitchen, drying her hands. “Or you could spend the night here and not end up swimming home.”

Ellie snort laughs but you bite your lip. “I don’t want to intrude. Suddenly having someone else in your private space for longer than planned? Sounds overstimulating.”

Abby joins the both of you in the living room, a bottle of water in hand. She plops herself down on the loveseat, manspreading and leaning back. You feel a knot twist in your stomach. “I don’t mind having you here for longer. Els?”

Ellie tosses a gummy in her mouth before responding. “You’re a pleasure to be around.”

Abby and Ellie wanted to ease your nerves a bit, and proposed a game of two truths and a lie. Fairly simple, you tell a person two truths and one lie about yourself and they have to guess the lie. A half hour had passed and you felt yourself loosening up around them. Laughing at how ridiculous they were being.

“No, i swear it’s the truth. I shook hands with him and everything.” Ellie holds her hands up innocently, insisting she didn’t lie.

Abby shakes her head, bringing a hand up to rub her temples. “Ellie, you did not meet a robot at the grocery store. That man was probably lying to you for fun, or some social experiment.”

You giggle, watching as Ellie put a gummy to her tongue to wet it, then throws it at Abby. “Youre a jerk.”

Suddenly, Abby has lifted herself from her seat and is tickling Ellie’s sides. All of you have burst into laughter, tears rolling down your cheeks at their dynamic.

After Abby’s satisfied with herself, she lets up on Ellie, joining you both on the couch. “Okay, your turn.” Abby looks over at you, placing one of Ellie’s gummies in her mouth.

You take a moment to think of something clever, biting your lip. “Hm.”

“Okay I got it!” You exclaim.

The girls grant you their undivided attention, anticipating your answers. “Okay, so. I’m bilingual. I’m allergic to certain coins and, i’ve never been kissed.”

The two look over at each other, confusion all over their faces. “Fuck.” Ellie leans back. “I’m gonna have to say you’re lying about the coins.”

Abby shakes her head, shooting Ellie a side eye. “Seriously? The last one is obviously a lie, I mean look at her.” You feel yourself growing shy at her statement. “You guys sure about your answers?” You smile, raising your eyebrows.

They both nod, creepily at the same time, and it makes you laugh before your reveal. “I’m not bilingual! English is the only language i speak fluently, but i have been taking some Swedish lessons.”

Ellie bobs her head. “Shit, that’s cool. So wait, what coins are you allergic to?”

You don’t even get the chance to answer before Abby chimes up. “Wait, you’ve never been kissed?” She stares at you, bewildered. “Seriously?”

You nod. “I’m pretty inexperienced. I ofcourse, don’t like men, and I came out pretty late so…” You trail.

You can actually see the devious gears turn in Ellie’s mind. She looks over at Abby and it’s as if they’re communicating with their minds. You wonder for a moment if people truly do have powers, because it seems they came to a very silent agreement just now.

“Abby’s a wonderful kisser.” Ellie blurts out, smiling at the blonde. “And a pretty damn good teacher.”

Maybe they didn’t agree on everything, because after that statement Abby shot Ellie a look that could kill. Ellie just laughed it off, lovingly tapping her shoulder.

“Oh.” You whisper nervously, unsure how to respond. Truthfully, you had been admiring the two of them ever since you’d met them. You were so eager to visit their apartment tonight, making sure to spray on your best perfume. Wearing a cute new outfit that was casual but not loungey. Planning it on a day where you knew the weather would be bad, all with the hope that you’d get to spend the night.

You were also nervous, and inexperienced in this department. What if you fucked it all up?

“I’m sorry if we’ve made you uncomfortable.” Abby chimes up, noticing your body language. You were fiddling with your hands, avoiding their gaze. “I’ll make Ellie sleep in the old doghouse outside if that’d make you feel better.”

You giggle as Ellie hits Abby’s shoulder. “Hey, not out in the rain. Maybe in the closet in the hallway.”

“Oh, you’re going back in the closet?” Abby laughs which causes Ellie to roll her eyes. You watch them stick their tongues out at each other and feel warmth in their friendship.

“You guys didn’t make me uncomfortable. I just didn’t know what to say.” You blurt. The two of them stop goofing and look over at you. Ellie’s got a smug face. “Do you want Abby to teach you how to kiss?”

Butterflies, a swarm of them, rush to your stomach. You try not to look her up and down but your eyes betray you. Soaking in Abby’s tall muscular figure. The way her legs are spread open and wide like she’s daring you to sit in between them. Her blue eyes burning holes into your skin. Anticipating your answer. You bite your lip. “Yes.”

Abby remains composed, but Ellie’s enjoying herself way too much. Moving to the loveseat so that you and Abby can have the couch to yourselves. She looks at both of you, then at you, then at Abby, then at you again. “Wait, do you want me to go-?“

“No.” You say, a little faster than you mean to. “I mean, you don’t have to leave, if you don’t want to.”

Abbys only focused on you now. Eyeing you up and down as you scoot closer to her. “Here, get comfortable. Straddle me.”

You know Ellie’s looking. You can feel her piercing eyes on your spine. Watching your every move, examining you from behind. “Straddle?” You ask, a bit unsure. You’d read the word in a couple books, but never looked up the definition. You realized that was damning you now. Fucking up this very moment.

“Sit on my lap, facing me.” Abby guides you. “Put your legs outside my legs.”

So this was the tummy turning move you’d seen in porn. It felt as good as you’d imagined it would. Your hands latch onto Abby’s shoulders, looking into her pretty blue eyes.

“You okay?” She asks, hands gripping onto your waist to steady you. Her fingers are brushing against the skin underneath the hem of your shirt and the contact is driving you crazy. You just nod, too afraid to open your mouth, knowing your words will spill out. You’re everything but composed right now.

“Okay. Just let me know if i do anything that makes you uncomfortable.” She smiles.

You nod again, and establish an understanding. She moves a hand to the back of your neck, pulling you in, and places a soft peck on your lips. Truthfully, it wasn’t all that exciting but it sent jolts and waves of pleasure through your body. Your first kiss. She pulls away and smiles at you. “How was that?”

“Great- good. Grood.” You stammer. She chuckles a bit and you feel hot with embarrassment. “I meant to say- Fuck i don’t even know.”

She rubs at your sides, licking her lips and looking at you with low eyes. “Don’t worry about it, alright? You ready for more?”

“Yeah.” you breathe, head growing fuzzy from her touch. Her fucking touch, fuck. Gentle, but firm. Guiding you so carefully. So kindly.

“Okay. Open your mouth a little bit.” She whispers inches away from your face. “Yeah, just like that.”

You feel like you’re about to melt, a moan stuck in your throat, swallowed by the blonde. Her lips meshing with yours, guiding the kiss. The hand on your hip gripping tighter. She thrusts a bit, attempting to pull you in closer, and you whine into her mouth. This causes her to dig her nails into your skin, scratching at the tender surface.

By now, you’d forgotten Ellie was still in the room. You’d forgotten where you were, actually. Completely lost in a state of bliss. Her tongue on yours, teeth nibbling at your lip, touch making you weak.

She pulls away for air, and you remain leaning forward. Missing her lips on yours.

“Someone’s eager.” She teases. You bite your lip, scratching your nails on her scalp. “Sorry.” you breathe in a low voice. She shakes her head, tutting and rubbing your cheek. “Don’t apologize, it’s cute.”

Abby calls Ellie over, and you can feel her dip into the couch next to you both. Her cheeks are a flushed red and her eyes look fixated on you.

“Where are you the most sensitive?” Abby asks, shooting a small smile to Ellie.

“Why don’t we let me find out? Is that okay?” Ellie asks. You nod, breath growing heavy. There’s no fucking way this is real, you’re dreaming. You have to be. These two are working together to get you worked up.

You can sense Ellie behind you before you feel her hand slide under your neck. Fingertips on your chin, leaning your head to the side. She places a kiss behind your ear and it makes you shudder. “Fuck.”

They both laugh. This evil, menacing, condescending laugh and it’s making your thighs clench on Abby’s legs. “Ellie, you’re teasing the poor thing. She can’t handle it.” Abby places her hands on your thighs, spreading them apart as they were before.

“She can handle anything we give her, right?” Ellie’s moving her lips further down now. Trailing hot wet kisses down your neck, hands sliding up to grab your breasts through your shirt. You throw your head back, a soft whine escaping your lips.

“She’s so sensitive because she’s never been touched. Bet we can make her come without ever having to take her clothes off.” Abby’s hands begin sliding up and down your inner thighs. You feel a wetness pool in your underwear. “You’re probably right Abs. She’s already so worked up and we’ve barely done anything.”

Are they…mocking you? They’re fucking mocking you.

Ellie hums against your neck, hands slipping down to your leg, making you straddle Abby’s thigh. Abby places her hands back on your waist, hiking up your leg and making you grind against her.

You whine, head falling back against Ellie’s shoulder, but she offers no comfort or sanctuary. Hands kneading your tits while she leaves wet kisses on your jaw. “She’s probably soaked right now.” Ellie breathes.

Abby nods, admiring the way you give into their touch. So willing to be their fucktoy. She looks down at your crotch and hums. “She’s got a wet spot on her pants.”

“Such a shame. They look brand new. Now you’ve made a mess of yourself.”

It’s embarrassing to admit it, but you’re close now. The way your slick has covered your panties and is spreading all over your clit, Abby’s hands on your waist grinding you against her, Ellie’s mouth on you. Her hands on you. The way they’re talking about you like you’re not even there.

“I’m gonna-“ Can barely leave you lips before your climax hits you. You shake, dig your nails into Abby’s shoulder. Cry out an “Oh god, fuck!” and roll your eyes back as they help you ride your high.

Your body goes limp while you try to catch your breath. Everything is sensitive and you feel like you’d just seen stars.

“You did so good, baby.” Abby leans in to kiss you, and then Ellie behind you. “Ready for round two?”

Round what?

[toruro]

[10:12]

pairing. c. vernon x reader

genre. fluff, barista vernon, request

w/c. 490+

"y-your change is gonna be $1.37," the barista with shaggy brown hair tells you, eyes flickering down and up between the screen and the cash register. you smile at him and nod as he fumbles with the coins, and you can hear him muttering curses under his breath as searches for some coins. "hey jun," he calls out, looking at his coworker next to him, "i think we're out of pennies."

the taller boy walks forward, glancing down at the register once before furrowing his eyebrows and looking back at the boy whose name you have learned is vernon. "vernon, they're right here," he says bluntly, pointing down the register.

flustered, vernon opens his mouth and closes it, reaching for the stack of pennies and handing your change to you quickly. his face is flushed red and you hold back a giggle as he says, "sorry about that," he murmurs, clearly embarrassed.

you flash him a sympathetic smile and nod, tucking the change in your purse. "no worries!" you pause but your tone makes it sound like you want to say more (you do), and vernon looks you expectantly. "um, by any chance, could i have your number?" you ask him timidly.

your heart drops for a second when he just stares back at you blankly. oh well, you tell yourself, there are plenty of fish in the sea and—

"sure," vernon says quickly, averting his gaze as he cheeks burn an even brighter shade of red as he fumbles for a pen and paper, grabbing your receipt that you said you didn't need. you watch him silently as he gots down a few numbers before folding up the paper and handing it to you. "uh, your drink will be ready soon. have a nice day," he says awkwardly as you tuck the paper in your pocket, nodding while you take a few steps back.

you watch from the side as vernon grabs a cup and looks at your order, getting started on making some espresso. he works quickly, and you're reminded of the fact that he has been working here for a while (but it was only today that you worked up the courage to ask for his number).

he works as he always does, working side by side with the other man—jun—and you smile at the setting that you've gotten so used to. it's only when your eyes lock with vernon's that your smile brightens, reaching from ear to ear.

you feel happy, ecstatic, giddy, and—"vernon!" jun's voice calls out loudly, snapping both of your attentions to the tall boy. "pay attention! you didn't put a cup under the espresso!"

"shit, sorry," you hear vernon say, and this time you can't control the giggle that escapes from your lips. vernon watches you from the corner of his vision, and although he is burning with humiliation, there's a warmer, more genuine feeling of hope that bubbles up in his stomach.

[akirasarchives]

[ᴄ.s] | 𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻𝘀

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: how you relationship formed, came to be & every-day life

￫ pre-borderlands ver | post-borderlands ver

𝗠𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 —

Ironically enough, you work in the hospital cafe which doctors and nurses flood to and their breaks

It’s a pretty easy job seeing as you’re mostly handing doctors their pre-orders, handling coffee and shuffling little pastries into bags

Most are generous tippers too (i.e. the very full glass jar beside the register)

So you mostly enjoy your job, especially seeing as you get to make your own food for free too and most of the hospital staff are down to have a good laugh on their lunches

But one particular doctor is pretty hard for you to read

He has shaggy, blonde hair and a set of growing eye bags beneath his dark irises

He always orders the same thing, so often times you’ll have the meal ready and all you have to do is pour him his coffee but he often goes between wanting to have a small chat and staying completely silent

“[l/n]” Chishiya hums as he walks to the polished, marble counter. His hands rest idly in the deep pockets of his white lab coat as he watches you with a soft gaze.

“Dr. Chishiya” You shoot him a smile “Sorry I’m a bit behind today” Bashfully motioning at the stacked styrofoam containers which are yet to be labelled, you anxiously watch his expression. Some doctors today were a bit grumpy when their food wasn’t ready on time and maybe you lost a couple tips but all in all you can’t really blame them.

“That’s okay” He nods “Where is Nakamoto?” He questions, referencing the other young man who you often work with. Usually, Yuta was behind the counter and slinging out orders like there was no tomorrow. His voice usually replaced the soft radio which was playing now in his absence (mostly singing any thelastrockstars or larcenciel song).

“He called in sick… I didn’t realise how much he actually helped” An airy laugh passes through your lips as you get started on Chishiya’s order. In your defence, the doctor was earlier than usual and you were busy preparing the orders for the doctors that often came before him.

“Is he a troublemaker?” He asks, watching how you precisely create a nutritious bento box for him. It’s impressive that you’re able to remember the order of over 50 staff members without breaking a sweat, though, Chishiya supposes he remembers things that are quite a bit more important than the correct lunch order.

“Oh no! Yuta is funny… He just talks a lot” You smile as you continue putting together his lunch “And he lies a lot too, but it’s funny” You bite your tongue as you foolishly repeat yourself. In all honestly, this is the longest conversation you’ve had with Chishiya outside of ‘are you busy today?’. It’s uncharted territory for yourself to blabber with the cat-like man.

“Oh, you’re on first name basis?” The questions flusters you as you scramble to close the lid of the styrofoam box. You know what he’s hinting at as other nurses and doctors have teased you about it before (mostly the older women) but being stuck behind a counter for many days of your week has caused both you and Yuta to drop the formalities.

“Um - it’s nothing like that” You slide the box across the counter and peel the sanitary gloves from your fingers “Working together so often kind of made it awkward to continue to act so formal, you know?” You laugh is jittery as you swipe a cardboard cup from the stack beside the coffee machine. You don’t bother to glance at Chishiya as you’re sure the sight would make your hands tremble.

You’re not sure why the man has such a hold over you. Maybe it’s your people-pleaser jumping out or the fact that he’s undeniably handsome and is staring a hole straight into your head as he presses on about Yuta and yourself.

A few awkward seconds pass by as you prepare the coffee. Chishiya begins rustling with his wallet as he presumably clinks a few extra coins into the filling jar as your back in turned. Funnily enough, Chishiya prefers a concerning amount of sugar in his coffee which in all honestly makes you feel a bit ill as you prepare it.

“Sorry, again, Dr. Chishiya” You repeat as you carefully slide the sleeve onto the cup so the doctor doesn’t burn his fingers while holding his drink.

“Don’t worry” He replies with a ghost of an appreciative smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“I promise to have everything prepare tomorrow!”

He scoffs, lightheartedly, as he grasps his items “Just call me Chishiya, okay?”

That whole scenario plays in your head the next few days as he comes to collect his orders

Yuta obviously notices you’ve dropped the “Dr.” when referring to him as almost every doctor here prefers to be called Dr. [Name]

Not to mention, he gossips with the other staff so word spreads around that you and Chishiya have gotten closer

Which to yourself is just odd as enough drama happens on a daily basis in a hospital so why is you dropping his title in Chishiya’s name such big news?

Does everyone know that Chishiya is unsociable??

Not to mention that the older women have gotten 10x worse with their prodding

𝗔𝗦𝗞𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗢𝗨𝗧 —

Chishiya decides that if he ever wants to make a move with you he’s just going to have to suck it up and do it at the cafe

For months he’s tried to catch you when you’re leaving or even hoping that you’re alone for another day - because to his luck Yuta was working alone one day and wouldn’t drop the subject

“You know, Dr. Chishiya” Yuta prods as he slides the coffee across the counter. Chishiya raises a brow as he watches the flamboyant man smile cheshire-ly.

“If you like [y/n], you better tell her soon because she’s going on a date with my friend next week” Yuta very obviously takes his time sliding Chishiya’s meal across the counter, gaging the annoyance that causes Chishiya’s eyebrow to twitch.

“Cause Niragi really, really like her!”

Yeah, Chishiya’s not surprised you have dates lined up

But the exchange was like a slap of reality hitting his face

So, the next morning you’re setting up the cafe when Chishiya comes rushing in (walking the tiniest bit faster than usual)

“You’re early!” You greet as you set aside the broom you were using to brush up the crumbs that weren’t caught yesterday. Very rarely doctors would visit the cafe in the very opening hours, more so visitors and interns doing coffee runs.

“Sorry… Is this a bad time for you?” He asks as he slows his pace. You shake your head as you grasp the broom firmly between your fingers to ease any apparent anxiousness.

“No, did you want a coffee or something? We got new pastries if you want on-“

“No” Chishiya states as he ends your small blabbering “No, I came to ask you something”

Oh. Odd. You can’t help but widen your eyes as you stare curiously at the doctor. You can’t help but notice his usually neat ponytail was sagging and strands of hair were messily framing his face. He had practically jogged (shocking, really) from his car before Yuta could disrupt your peaceful moment, so strong gusts of wind had caused his usually neat hairstyle to look unkempt.

“I’m free on Saturday, please meet me at the hospital entrance after your shift” He asks awkwardly, grasping at a piece of paper that was crumpled in his lab coat pocket. He hastily hands you the paper, very much less suave than he hoped to come across.

“Um… Okay” You we’re dying to ask if it was a date, but you couldn’t allow yourself the embarrassment.

“This is my number” He explains as you grasp the paper “I want to take you on a date”

That was pretty much it

Chishiya took his leave after , mostly to avoid any embarrassment

Saturday wasn’t for another three days and the anticipation as well as the fact that you’ll have to see him later today, the next day and the day after that caused a wire of nerves to bundles in your stomach

Never mind the fact that all you wanted to do was to text your friend Kuina but knowing her she’d blab about it and Yuta was definitely out the question

So you bite your tongue for the next few days until Saturday

The day is nerve wrecking when it comes

You’re dressed a bit nicer, wearing a nice pair of shoes that you hope doesn’t get drenched in coffee and an extra shirt stuffed in your bag to change into before leaving

Thankfully, Yuta served Chishiya so you didn’t have to look at him until now

Through the massive glass wall encasing the cafe, you can see Chishiya standing outside the cafe doors in his normal clothes. He’s wearing a pair of baggy cargos and has a black jacket shrugged on - presumably a black top too

Yuta allows you to get away a bit quicker, probably because he can see the way you’re staring straight at Chishiya through the glass windows. For once you’re happy he keeps his mouth shut as you’re able to swiftly change shirts and walk out without him saying something

“Sorry you had to wait on me” It’s a bit awkward as you slowly close the door behind you, attempting to diffuse any awkwardness by lingering around the closing door. Chishiya takes note of your nerves as he slides his phone into his back pocket.

“it’s okay, you’re actually a little bit early” He nods as he begins to walk away. You quickly fall in pace, watching his face as he continues to speak.

“I hope you don’t mind riding in my car” He motions to the keys he had fished from one of the many deep pockets of his trousers. You dismiss his worry with a shake of your head, watching as a particularly nice car flashes as he clicks his keys.

You knew Chishiya had some money, especially because his mother and father were very high-ranking individuals but it never really visualised until the silver, clean and very expensive car came into view.

DATE —

Maybe Chishiya’s game is a bit rusty

as he second guesses himself the minute he pulls up to the local museum

his friend Kuina told him that the new botanic section was a TOTAL game changer because when she took Ann, they both thought it was so romantic

“I hope you liked museums… We can go somewhere else if you want?” Chishiya’s fingers drum against the steering wheel nervously. However, a wave of relief washes over him as you smile.

“I love the museum!” You reassure him with a cheesy smile. Chishiya’s nods, unbuckling his seatbelt as he practically races out of the car.

the date goes by smoothly

and lucky for Chishiya the new addition was a total surprise for you

“Let’s go to the botanic room” Chishiya announces as he walks away from a particularly detailed painting. You can’t help but gasp, raising your brows as you stare at Chishiya dumbfounded.

“There’s a botanic room?” You ask, surprised that you had no clue of the new addition. The museum was your go-to for a destresser and the thought of walking through a room of beautiful, delicate flowers after a particularly stressful day excited you to no end (life of an adult).

“Yeah, you didn’t know?” Chishiya asks with a slight laugh. You nod as you quickly follow behind him, ignoring how your arm grazes against his. He walks leisurely beside you with his hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

“I thought you loved the museum though?” He teases, leading you towards a glass door. A long corridor follows as it leads to the specialised building. The sound of running water, chirps of artificial wildlife and a growing humidity spikes your excitement.

Pure astonishment flushes over your features as the doors swing open. Beautiful, vibrant flowers and long branches decorated with the most beautiful shade of green greets you as you walk in. It’s almost as if an amazing tropical holiday was condensed into one room.

“Oh my God..” You speak to yourself, arms grasping out to grab Chishiya’s. He hums, ignoring how he almost trips over himself as you point at an extravagant plant. He watches how your face contorts as you take in the scenery.

Maybe Kuina was right.

𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣 —

Speaking of, how you and Chishiya didn’t realise you both had a mutual friend

and it being Kuina no less!!!???

She finds it hilarious

anyway!!

chishiya… surprisingly romantic

flowers, gifts, holidays, dates

you name it, he’s done it

maybe it’s his romance books (which he will NEVER admit to reading) rubbing off on him… but he’s a darn good boyfriend

despite working long shifts he ALWAYS makes time for you

whether it be dropping by on his breaks, ordering delivery for you when he can’t be home for dinner, taking holiday hours just to spend a few days with you

he’ll do it

his field of work is pretty emotional and at times he struggles to flicker between switching off his emotions and turning them back on

and on days like that where he feels pretty robotic, coming home to you and having a cuddle eases his mind just a little

sometimes he feels that he’s not expressive enough for you and sue to that he can either come a bit too closed off or weirdly clingy

like a cat that wants you to pet them but also runs away when you actually try to

he tries to work on it though

lavish gifts and holidays can only do so much, you know?

speaking of gifts

his love language is defo gift giving

he struggles with words and displays of affection at times (mostly due to his parents) and he finds it easier to materially show his love to you

the tiffany bracelet you looked at once? done. A perfume that you tried and said it smelt nice? 100ml and no size smaller. Fancy a specific dish? Table booked at the nearest specialised restaurant.

it can be a little exhausting trying to match his gift giving (pay-grade difference is astonishing)

all he wants in return is a kiss or hug 😭 please give him something

he adores silent reading

just chilling on a sofa with a nice cup of tea, cuddled up with a blanket thrown over his lap and complete silence as you both read (i.e. he reads and you sleep)

favourite dates: cafe, museum, picnic, movie nights

when you go out you’re practically dripping in designer labels

and that cheap car you had? your next birthday it was gone

yuta almost had a heart attack when he saw you coming into work with a dior sweatshirt on

“It’s gonna get stained! Are you actually insane?” He cries as he grips at the baggy material. The soft cream colour complimented your skin so beautifully, you couldn’t bare the thought of not wearing it.

“I don’t know why you even work here anymore, can’t Chishiya just buy you whatever you want?”

your friends are so jealous but so happy for you

esp when they find out that after you last fight with chishiya you came home to a gift card, cartier ring, bouquet of flowers and a particularly expensive bag on the bed

with a sorry note lol

you also discovered how chishiya secretly lives for reality tv

every time you watch something he groans and complains that you’re watching trashy tv again

but trust that he will be keeping notes on who everyone is

he’s so sneaky about wanting to watch it too!

“[y/n], that show you like is coming on” He points towards the tv with the remote, shrugging ever so casually at the tv menu.

yeah, as if he purposely didn’t check the time and saw it was coming on in 5 mins

anyways chishiya is a dork and needs help expressing himself

[ladykailitha]

Batshit Soulmates Part 3

Hey guys! More of this delicious AU.

Steve is suffering under the effects of the truebond. And things get a little dire for Max, too.

In Medias Res| Prologue|Pt 1| Pt 2|

@mira-jadeamethyst @rozzieroos @itsall-taken @redfreckledwolf @emly03

****

Steve got back to his house and immediately stripped down to hop in the shower. He turned the water to as hot as it would go. He needed to drown out his thoughts and hot water would help with that.

He washed and conditioned his hair, allowing the conditioner to do its thing while he did the rest of his routine. Once he was done, he rinsed his hair.

He towel dried his hair, taking the time to squeeze out as much of the water as he could. He stopped himself as he realized what he was doing. He was primping for Eddie. A wanted fugitive who couldn’t care less what Steve’s hair looked like. He tried not primp when he got dressed. But he still managed to put on his nicest polo and tightest jeans, anyway. He did try to de-slut himself by adding the white undershirt.

Which of course made the polo tighter and thereby defeating the purpose. Steve just shrugged. Max was waiting for him and changing now would only waste time he really didn’t have.

****

Eddie was not having a good time. He was hungry and hunted and more than a little haunted. Sleep was fitful at best. He just hoped he wasn’t screaming in his sleep. That would have really brought him unwanted attention.

He tried find ways to entertain himself. Because if seeing Chrissy die like that didn’t make him crazy, being alone with nothing to do was going to drive him the rest of the way there.

He finally resorted to tossing bottle tabs, coins, and other small items into a cup to see how many he could get in.

Eddie was losing.

Suddenly there was the crunch of tires on gravel and he was on his feet in an instant. He grabbed his broken bottle and peeked out the window. He couldn’t see the vehicle that pulled up. Was it the cops? Someone else?

The door to the boathouse burst open and Eddie was sure his heart burst with it.

There standing in the doorway looking more than a little sheepish were his rescuers. Dustin, Robin, Max, and Steve bringing up the rear. Steve gave a little hand wave and he forced himself to breath normally again. He glared at them to know that what they did was a little fucked up.

They explained everything to him as simply as possible. Steve actually was kind and walked him through each new piece of information to make sure he understood.

Afterwards when they were getting ready to leave again, Eddie pulled Robin aside.

“Um...” he said rocking back on his heels, hands on his back, “so you’re running with Steve Harrington now?”

Robin opened her mouth the say something mean, but she knew what he was really asking. “Yeah, monsters and monstrous humans tend to make for great social glue.”

“And he knows...” he said trailing off. “He knows?”

She knew what he was trying desperately not to say. Did Steve know she was gayer than a May pole? She nodded. “Yeah. I know what he was like in high school, but he’s not like that anymore.”

Eddie nodded. “It’s just wild you know.”

“Having King Steve as your soulmate?” she asked tilting her head to the side.

He let out a shuddering breath and pressed his together. He closed his eyes and then opened them slowly. “How do you even deal with that?”

She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

Eddie frowned. “You haven’t found your soulmate yet?” It was just surprising. Yeah, Steve and him hadn’t found each other until their late teens/early twenties. But that was rare.

She scoffed and rolled her eyes. “Oh no, I know who she is. Pretty sure she knows it’s me, as well, but she has decided that fellow band geek Robin Buckley just isn’t her flavor or such shit.”

His frown deepened. “It’s Vickie Cameron, isn’t it?”

Robin cocked her head to the side. “How did you know that?”

He opened his mouth and closed a couple of times before he said, “Look, the safest place to deal...” he gave her a pointed look warning her to keep her mouth shut.

She mimed zipping it closed.

“Is behind the community center next the swimming pool,” he explained. “I’d deal, use some of the money to cool off in the summer because my trailer ain’t great when it comes to not being as hot as the devil’s tit.”

Robin wrinkled her nose. “Ew.”

“The point is I saw her soulmark,” Eddie growled. “It’s a trumpet. On her shoulder. Right where I’m guessing there’s a clarinet on yours.” He nodded toward her. “What is she, homophobic or some shit?”

She shrugged. “Who the fuck knows. She doesn’t treat me badly and sometimes I even think she’s flirting with me, but she has a boyfriend who’s in college so...”

Eddie winced. “That sucks.”

Robin scoffed. “About as bad as learning your soulmate is your antithesis or whatever in the middle of another apocalypse.”

He could only agree, but they were getting off the topic at hand. “Has Steve said anything to you about being my soulmate?”

She sighed. “Only that it fucking sucked learning about it with a bottle pressed to his throat.”

Eddie sighed, too. “Look, I wouldn’t have done anything. I was scared and alone and jocks hate me. Like I thought Jason has sent him, okay?”

Robin blinked. “Oh because of the basketball thing?”

Eddie nodded.

“I guess that makes sense,” she said. “But he really fell from grace when Billy smashed in his head. He’s just this lovable goof with a heart of gold.”

She paused for a second.

“Like I think he always was.” She patted his shoulder and went to join the others.

Steve told the others to go out to the car and jogged back to Eddie.

“It’s too dangerous to move you right now,” Steve murmured. “But we’ll try to stay on the walkies, okay?”

Eddie nodded. “Just don’t forget I’m here, man.”

Steve gripped Eddie’s arms. “We won’t, but we have to find out what’s going on and we’re going to be spread pretty thin. I wish there was another way to do this.”

Eddie let out a long breath, not quite a sigh. “I’ll try, man. If you guys are right about all this shit, I’m really scared. Plus with the town thinking it was me...”

“We’ll figure it out,” Steve promised.

Eddie nodded again and settled down to wait it all out. At least he had food and drink, which was more than he had before.

****

All this running around looking for clues was shit on Steve’s nerves. He was close to screaming. He had almost taken Lucas’s head off when the kid came tearing around a blind corner at night in the high school they had just broken into.

And Robin was doing that thing she always does when faced with a pretty girl, flirt. Which considering said pretty girl was not only Steve’s ex, but already soulmated? Yeah, Steve was sure his breaking point was going to hit sooner rather than later.

It came when Max started rising in the air like some fucked up messiah. Because he could tell something was wrong he was able to get ahold of Robin and Nancy who told them about the music and Lucas was able to find her favorite song on her Walkman and play it for her, she didn’t get Vecna’ed or whatever the hell it was the kids were calling it.

Once she was safe he sat down on the ground hard and buried his head in his hands. He fought to breathe, barely making it through the gasps of sobs that were torn out of him.

How can they fight something that could take anyone of them at anytime? How is he supposed to protect the people he loves most from an unseen force?

He had to keep it together. For Max because she was the victim here. For Lucas because he almost had to watch his soulmate get ripped from him. For Eddie who was frightened beyond the pale. He had to be the strong one.

And then he felt warm arms around him.

“She’s safe now,” Dustin murmured. “We got to her in time because of you. That was scary as hell, but it would have been worse if you had listened to Lucas and me. A lot worse.”

Steve lifted his head and nodded. “Thanks, bud.”

Dustin helped him stand. “We have to get everyone together.”

Steve nodded. “I just wish there was to include Eddie without telegraphing to the asshats in town where he is.”

Dustin grimaced. “Yeah, but there isn’t.” He looked at Steve a moment. “How are you doing? I don’t think I’ve seen you like this before.”

Steve showed him his soulmark. It was black and angry.

“Why does it look like that?” Dustin nearly screamed.

Lucas and Max came running and they looked down at Steve’s mark, too.

“Shit,” Max hissed. “That’s not good. Why didn’t you tell anyone you and Eddie were true soulmates?”

Lucas and Dustin looked at her in shock.

“A what now?” Lucas asked, looking back and forth at Steve and Max in confusion.

“True mates,” Dustin said slowly in disbelief. “I’ve only read about those. They’re super rare.”

“It means,” Max hissed, “that Steve can’t be separated from his soulmate for long otherwise he gets super sick.”

“But only after they touch each other’s marks,” Dustin finished. “Why did you that? Why did you touch each other’s marks if that was going to happen?”

Steve huffed. “Because Dustin, you don’t know you’re true mates until after you touch.”

“Oh,” Lucas and Dustin said together.

“This is bad, Steve,” Max huffed ignoring the boys. “You have to get back to Eddie.”

Steve shook his head. “I can last a little bit longer. You’re in danger, Max. That’s more important than me.”

“But what about Eddie?” Dustin asked. “Won’t he get sick, too?”

Steve threw back his head and groaned. “I can’t take care of everyone at once. Plus, if I keep going back to the boathouse someone will see and come to check it out. That would do far more harm to Eddie than being a stupid true mate to someone like me.”

Dustin and Lucas glanced at each other and then each held out their hand to Steve. He took each of their hands and allowed the two boys to haul him to his feet.

“How close do you think you have to be to stop it from burning?” Dustin asked Max.

Max shrugged. “My mom and Neil aren’t truemates so I don’t know for sure. But a hell of a lot closer than cemetery to the lake.”

Dustin nodded. “Would Skull Rock be close enough?”

“Or even just driving past the lake might work,” Lucas suggested.

Steve hugged them both. “I’ll visit him tomorrow, we just need to get everyone else together to discuss what happened to Max.”

They all nodded.

****

Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Epilogue

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[mrsshabana]

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐆𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐞

꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Gyutaro visits an adult theater for some alone time. He rents out one of the private rooms, but he wasn't expecting a cute girl to rent the one beside him. Let alone make his visit more exciting. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, blow job, glory hole, mentions of porn, public sex ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words. Randomly got the idea for this and decided to write it today. Hope you enjoy it! ♡

Gyutaro was feeling especially horny but he didn't want to take care of it at home because his sister was there. So he decided to go somewhere where he knew he could be alone and not be interrupted.

The local adult theater.

They mainly sold porn and sex toys there, but in the back of the building they have rooms that you could rent out. It only costs a few bucks to get a room for half an hour. This is where Gyutaro would usually go when he wanted some alone time without the risk of Ume walking in on him.

Still having some coins left over from his last visit, he slips them into the slot attached to the door handle. He quickly locks the door behind him and takes a seat in the room. The room is small and has dim colored lights and a large tv with a wide selection of porn to choose from.

He sighs, picking up the remote and lazily looking through the selection.

"Hot stepmom?" he mumbles to himself, "No thanks," and keeps scrolling.

It doesn't look like they added anything new so he searches for his go-to, nurse roleplay.

But before he can press play he hears someone enter the room beside his. He's never had that happen before... It makes him a little nervous.

He looks over at the crotch-level hole in the wall and sees someone moving around in the other room. And he swears he hears a female voice mumbling. The thought that a pretty girl is behind that wall fills his mind with unsavory thoughts.

As the blood leaves his brain and goes elsewhere he begins to think that maybe sticking his dick in that hole is a good idea. But he quickly snaps out of it. "That'd be weird... I can't just do somethin' like that..." he thinks to himself.

He tries his best to shake those thoughts away and just focus on himself for now.

You hear someone unbuckling their belt in the room beside you. You get curious and take a peek through the glory hole. You aren't able to see much, but it's enough to cause butterflies to swarm in your stomach.

You see a muscular looking guy wearing a black hoodie, and you watch as he unbuttons his pants and pulls out a hefty cock. Thick and long, his tip slick with precum.

The sight causes you to bite your bottom lip as you get an idea.

"Hey," you whisper seductively, "C'mere."

Gyutaro almost jumps out of his seat when he hears your angelic voice call out to him. "M-me?" he mumbles nervously.

"Yeah you," you get on your knees in front of the glory hole, "Wanna have some fun?"

His eyes widen as he sees a pair of lips waiting in front of the glory hole, coated with sparkly lip gloss.

He feels like he's about to hyperventilate. How could he get so lucky? Even though he feels like he's on the verge of passing out, he's not going to pass up this opportunity.

He gulps nervously as he walks up to the hole, "S-sure."

Grabbing the base of his cock, he hesitantly pushes it into the hole. Your eyes widen as you get to see it up close.

You're surprised to see the large black birthmarks that cover his shaft, but it doesn't take away from how delicious he looks. Definitely looking bigger so up close.

Wrapping a manicured hand around his shaft, you begin to slowly stroke up and down his length.

"Fuck..." he gasps. Feeling your small warm hand wrap around him feels like heaven.

You smirk as you hear him cursing behind the wall, and you've just barely gotten started. Leaning forward, you give him a few experimental licks. Tasting his salty precum. He twitches in your hand with every touch of your tongue.

Next, you slowly wrap your lips around him. He feels your warm, wet mouth close around him. Slowly taking more of him down your throat.

"Ah~ Oh god," he whimpers. His legs begin to shake as you suck him off. Taking him as deep as you can, until his tip hits the back of your throat. Then going back up to his tip, circling your tongue around it before moving your head down his length again. Repeating the process, sending waves of pleasure through his body with every motion.

You hear strained moans and shaky breaths come from the other side of the wall. Gyutaro's never felt anything like this before, and he quickly becomes overwhelmed by it all.

He digs his nails into his shaky thighs, clenching his teeth as his eyes roll back. Trying desperately not to cum.

But your mouth just feels too good.

His cock twitches violently in your mouth, and you can tell he's getting close. So you pick up the pace, fervently sucking like you're trying to milk him. Like you want to taste his seed more than anything.

"F-fuck!" he moans, "I ah-ahhh ngh g-gonna~ cum!"

He tilts his head back in ecstasy as he feels his orgasm hit him. Moaning uncontrollably and gasping for air as he fills up your warm mouth.

You whimper, tears filling your eyes as you take him as deep as you can. Allowing him to shoot hot ropes down your throat as his cock twitches against your tongue.

You slowly slide him out of your mouth, a sticky trail of his seed spreading across your tongue. Leaving a salty taste in your mouth.

You slowly stroke him to help him ride out his high. Catching any drops of cum that drip from his milked cock on your tongue.

Licking your lips, you let go. Allowing him to pull back into his room. But it takes him a moment to regain his composure enough to do so. As he slides his dick back through the glory hole, he sees his veiny shaft covered in a mixture of your saliva and sparkly lip gloss.

Post nut clarity finally hits him and he begins to feel a bit awkward. But a part of him also wishes he could do it again.

"Th-thanks," he says awkwardly, voice trembling as he suddenly feels nervous around you.

"You're welcome," you pant, "It was fun."

It takes Gyutaro a few minutes to compose himself. And by the time he exits the room, you're already gone.

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You visit the adult theater again a few weeks later. Not for the glory hole this time, just to browse their selection of toys and lingerie.

And out of the corner of your eye, you see a man that seems oddly familiar. He's wearing a black hoodie and has long wavy hair. He's leisurely browsing the toy section too.

You turn your head to get a better look at him, and that's when you see it. His pale skin covered in black splotchy birthmarks. They look just like the ones on that guy's dick from a few weeks ago.

A blush quickly spreads across your cheeks as you recall the events that took place. You'd be lying if you said you hadn't been thinking about him. And he's definitely been thinking of you. Every night since he stroked his dick to the thought of your lips wrapped around him.

You take a deep breath, mustering up your courage as you walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.

"Excuse me," you say shyly.

As soon as he hears your voice his face turns red. He remembers that sweet voice. And when he turns around to see your face, his eyes widen. You're the girl of his dreams.

[inactivewattpadauthor]

Fujin x Fast Food Worker Reader + Bonus

A/N: Making this while I'm at work sitting in drive thru🤧

I was inspired by some Fujin headcanon that mentioned him getting used to ordering Fast Food ~~~~

It was beginning to turn in the evening, nearly the end of your dull shift. It's been quite some time since a customer showed up, but you didn't dare think or say anything about it unless you wanted to jinx the peace.

And God, you didn't want that to happen.

Your manager walks past you as you were leaning against the front counter, doing nothing. The second you make eye contact with her and see that judging glance, you already knew she was about to say something.

"Don't just sit there until you have to clock out, Y/n. Go sweep the floor! And make sure you don't clock out a minute late again! I don't need another violation from the boss!"

"Yes ma'am." You blankly replied, still not moving from your spot as she disappeared from sight.

Your eyes wandered to the glass door, catching something odd in the sky. It was heading your way, and the shape was odd to be a bird.

'The hell is that?' You squinted. 'Is that a guy? How is he running in the air like that?'

Disbelief and confusion drifted your mind, watching as that man entered the restaurant.

You felt more baffled as he had glowing white eyes and the armored outfit he's wearing.

His long white braid also had your notice, but that's just because it looked nice.

The man glanced around the building before noticing you at the register. You stood up straight, instantly, feeling intimidated.

"Greetings there." He smiled warmly at you. "Doing well today, ma'am?"

"I- uhh, yes sir!" You tried not to stumble over your words. "How may I help you… today?"

"Hmm…" The man looked above you at the menu, placing his finger over his chin.

You still couldn't stop looking at his eyes. Why were they like that?

"I'll take one of those small sandwiches, please." His gaze and smile returns to you.

"A cheeseburger?"

"Correct!"

"Would you like some fries with that, sir?"

"Sure! Ooh, and one of those small meals for kids that come in those little adorable boxes!"

"Um, yes sir… Your total is 11.27."

The man nodded before handing you a small pouch. Opening it, you felt something inside you crumple as you see the concerning amount of coins he has handed you…

You just prayed it was the right amount before just putting it in the register and going back to prepare the order.

A few minutes after bagging the order and whispering among the staff about the abnormal customer, you went to him and cautiously handed his food.

"Thank you. Take care of yourself now." He bows to you before heading out. You and a few other employees watched as he started walking in the air pretty casually.

It was silent before one shrugged and spoke, "Meh. Just the average weirdo, I suppose."

~~Back at the Sky Temple~~

"Fujin, I'm not taking it. We, as demigods, do not need consumption. And it looks childish." Raiden pushes away the small, red box Fujin tries gifting him.

"Oh, come on, brother! Don't be like that! These mortals have such amusing cuisine creations!" Fujin chuckles. "Just try it!"

"Fujin!" Raiden growled.

"Please, brother?" Fujin pleaded with more sincerity in his expression, making Raiden give in.

"Fine." Raiden sighed with defeat of his dignity.

Now there the Storm brothers were, sitting at the small table; Fujin eating his burger while watching Raiden sulk and pick at the chicken pieces in the kiddie box.

At least he showed a little interest in the toy that came along with it.

[romansdoll]

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Delusional 1

⟡ 1.3k / 18+ some smut

⟡ charlie walker x reader

⟡ crashing over your interaction with kirby about charlie, someone is there to remind you they are always watching.

You hated Kirby. You weren't entirely sure why though. She wasn't an evil person nor did she make you as mad as lets say, Trevor did or the girls in pre calc did. No. She made you upset for a whole other reason. Charlie, your Charlie, was enthralled with her. By her. She was probably some kind of witch that casted a spell on him, because the way he stares at her during the Woodsboro Cinema Club meetings, it has your blood boiling.

To be fair, you didn't know Jill all that well. Your mothers only growing up together. Yours cutting the Roberts off as a whole after Sidney’s mother died. It was too much of a mess for your family to be connected to. But when Sidney moved back to Woodsboro, and bodies started dropping like flies, Kirby had latched herself onto Charlie. Interested in who could be ghostface this time, they basically flirted in front of you. Something that made you absolutely sick to your stomach to watch.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you barely notice Robbie slid down in the seat next to you, rows back from where Charlie and Kirby were entertaining the club members with their banter.

“If it makes you feel better sweet girl, I don't think Kirby likes him… um like that.” he says gently. Sweet girl being a nickname Charlie coined after you cleaned alcohol off Robbie last year at Trevor’s party.

“Yeah but he likes her that way.” you pout.

Robbie scoots closer to you, “Then he’s missing out.”

Kirby smirks at Charlie, and you all about lose your shit.

“I think the killer is someone close to us.” you blurt out before you can stop yourself.

Charlie and Kirby look at you in sync. Your cheeks flush and you can't find the words anymore.

“I think it’s uh, probable.” Robbie rushes to defend you, “The attacks are personal, and we all know they fall in line with Sidney’s return.”

“I don't think it's someone who knows us.” Kirby basically challenges.

“Why not?” you frown.

“Because it wouldn't make sense. It has to be someone-”

“Wasn't your friend Olivia gutted?”

The room falls silent.

“Okay well I think that wraps up today's meeting. Remember guys the stabathon is currently in the works and emails will get sent out.” Charlie cuts in, cutting the awkward silence. “If anyone has questions you know where to find Robbie or me.”

“You didn't have to go so far.” Robbie whispers.

You know that. That sucked. Badly.

Kirby’s nasty stare blurs everything for you, and you try to decide your next move as everyone shuffled to leave around you. Charlie nods at you as he passes and you watch, fully turning your head to do so, as he leaves out the door with Robbie in tow.

“Is that what this is about?” Kirby’s voice startles you, reminding you someone is there with you.

Fuck.

“What?” you say.

“You want to what? Fuck Charlie? That’s why you're such a bitch to me?” she crosses her arms.

“I don't care about you.”

“No shit dumbfuck.”

“It’s nothing personal.” you lie. Obviously.

“Please don’t lie to me. I see the way you look at him. How you watch him. Then how you look at me. You hate me. Because of him.” Kirby isn’t wrong. You do hate her. You're sure you love him.

“You don't even like him!” you rise out of your seat, raising your voice so slightly. “You play games with him, I watch you do it!”

“He’s my friend you delusional Idiot!” she shouts back.

“I hope you die next.” and with that you gather your bag and rush out before she cant react to your words.

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Your parents are usually never home. One is a lawyer and the other is some city council person. You actually don’t know. You don't pay attention, just take the allowance and live in your own world. Which brings you to your current situation; lying on your bed with music blasting while attempting to do your homework.

You don't usually answer unmarked calls. It’s not quite like you. But when the no caller ID phone pops up, you feel inclined to answer, and so you do.

“Helllooooo.” you draw out. It’s either this or hard calculus you really don’t understand and Robbie isn’t answering your texts.

“Hello? Who is this?”

“____. Who’s this? You called me.”

“I’m surprised you picked up.” the voice, deep and a little alluring if you were being honest, spoke.

“Why? It's not like homework is any more fun than taking a stranger's call.”

“Well,” the voice says, “there's a serial killer going around town murdering people rather, viciously.”

“I know. It’s pretty awful. Everyone is so scared and on edge. I hate it.” you admit. You roll over onto your back, and begin twirling your hair.

“Are you on edge?” the voice asks, feigning concern.

“I don't know. Part of me is scared but, part of me isn't involved in so it isn't my business.”

“You aren't involved?”

“No.” you giggle and sit up. “My family cut that family off years ago. I barely know Jill and her friends.”

“Just that one girl that got...” the voice says, “What was the word you used? Gutted?”

Your stomach dropped.

“What did you say?” you ask.

“I said, gutted. Isn't that the word you used?”

“Who is this? This isn't funny Kirby.”

“Who's Kirby?” the voice genuinely sounds confused at the name.

“I’m not an idiot you know. Sorry I told you to basically drop dead, but this isn't funny. You're crossing a line.” you stand up, pacing back and forth now.

“You seem anxious.” the voice says. “Why else are you pacing so hard.”

You stop.

“Are you… watching me?” you glance around, one window open.

“I might be. You're a very pretty girl to watch. Especially with a hand down your pants moaning… what's his name again? Charlie’s?”

“Shut up.” you demand. You grip your phone and go to close the window.

“Oh. Have I struck a nerve? Are you no longer in love with him? Moved on so quickly have we?” the voice lets out a laugh and you want to vomit.

“Do you…” you start to shake. “See everything?”

“Yes. When your back arches because your fingers hit that sweet spot, or when you pant so hard I can only imagine how you’d sound being played with by someone.” the voice sounds almost seductive now.

“I’m hanging up now!-”

“You fucking hang up and I’ll gut Charlie like a fucking pig!” he shouts and you yelp.

“No please! No don’t do that!”

“Hard to masterbate to a corpse.” it threatens.

You're in tears now. Full blown tears, and you’re shaking so badly you allow yourself to collapse into a sitting position on the floor.

There's some silence for a little while.

“What do you want?” you ask in a small voice.

“To hear those moans again. I’ve been missing out. Give me a taste.” it replies.

“And you won't hurt Charlie? Right? Promise?” you’re willing to do anything if it means Charlie still breathes. You love him.

“Touch yourself. Over your panties. Now. I’ll think it over.” he demands.

You nod, not that you think they can see, and push your skirt down to your knees and begin rubbing through the cloth.

“Tell me how it feels.” the voice says, breathy.

“Good… feels good. It feels so good.” you mean it. You’re pretty sensitive down there.

“I bet. Slip a finger in.”

And you do that. And it feels good. You’re wet, wet enough that drops are running down your hand. You're a whimpering mess, bucking your hips and essentially riding your fingers.

The voice isn't saying anything, but you don't care. It feels so good. You keep moaning and at this point, drooling on your shirt practically and soaking the rug below you with your wetness.

“Charlie oh please Charlie faster!” you beg no one, you’re orgasm so so close. “Charlie, I need you, please!”

Your orgasm hits you pretty hard, and you finger faster until you’re left a breathing mess. You collapse against your bed and notice that your phone is no longer on call, not realizing that the voice had hung up.

[mulloey]

Um...I wanted to send in a hard ask but I didn't know what to write so I used a random kink generator and it gave me 'psychological torture' which sounded really severe.

But then I googled it (rip my browser history) and essentially it's just different levels of fear play?

And if there's any member I will place coins on who's into fear play.

It's Jeong Yunho.

Would love to play hide and seek with you.

And you're the prize.

predator and prey - yunho

You know he’s watching you. He’s been watching you since you got here, and he’s making no secret of the fact. What you’re not sure of, what lingers on your mind, is when he’s going to strike. All you know is that he will.

Your hand traces the faded marks on your wrists. Red marks, the faded indents from the red rope he’d wrapped around you the last time you’d played like this. The same red rope you know he has with him today, ready to subdue you again. Maybe that’s what he keeps reaching into his pocket for. That, or the knife he likes to hold to your throat when he drags you away.

From the corner of your eye you see him rise from his seat for the first time tonight. Your breath hitches. He doesn’t approach you and you turn away, not wanting to give away the game. Your phone buzzes in your pocket. One new message.

Yunho: One minute to run.

You don’t let your reaction show. You just slip your phone back into your pocket and excuse yourself from your company. You feel his eyes still on you as you slip out of the party, into the night.

You’re not sure where to go at this hour, but you know you only have a few seconds until he’s on your tail, so you just run straight. Your heels slow you down but in a back alley like this, keeping your shoes on is your only choice. And it’s all deliberate, anyway, every part of tonight designed to make it harder for you to outrun him. Sometimes, in the spirit of a true hunt, you don’t arrange it like this, choosing to start on equal footing, make it a fair fight, even if you know he’ll win. But not tonight. Tonight he’s impatient. He wants his prize, and he wants it now.

In the quiet of the alley, you hear his footsteps approaching from the street so you duck behind a dumpster, trying to hide. The quiet tap of dress shoes on concrete sounds more like a doomsday clock. He calls your name softly, knowing you’re close; he always knows. He can practically smell you.

“Come on out, baby,” he shouts. “I won't hurt you.”

A sweet lie to coax you out of hiding, but the smile in his voice gives him away. The knot in your stomach gives you away too.

He’s getting closer now, pace slow and leisurely as he nears his prize. “Where are you, hm?” He asks. “Where’s my reward?”

Now would be a good time to run, bolt away before he realises how close you are, but you’re frozen in place, heart pounding against your skull. In your stomach, you feel the unique mix of terror and arousal only he can concoct. You’ve already lost.

The racing of your heartbeat is so loud that you don’t even notice him come up behind you — not until his hand closes over your mouth, muffling a scream you know no one will hear.

“Gotcha,” he whispers.

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Just a quick little drabble welcome ateez to my profile ! Sorry this is so late (and short) but I’m just trying to get back into the fic writing swing and prove to you all that I’ve not disappeared! Do let me know if you’d like more like this/a continuation. Id like to write more dark fics for sure ! Requests always welcome as are comments and reblogs ! Love 🖤

[ms--lobotomy]

Hi, can I request a Konrad Curze x reader oneshot? I like how you’ve written him so far.

anon im so stupid for curze its not even funny. i love rat men. in my head hes really dumb but also a little shit.

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summary: curze has no idea how to court someone he finds attractive, lmao

word count: 1184

content warnings: its curze so nearly comical amounts of violence, i feel like im putting a lot of headcanons on him but what even is canon anymore we're all primarch fuckers here, also its kinda toxic because its curze

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Nostramo was a lightless planet. The only things illuminating the path you tread were manmade lights, harsh and unyielding. It didn't help that it was pouring rain, either. You trod alone, but it was time for the factories of the planet to close, so you were just one face in a sea full of people.

You felt the hairs on the back of your neck bristle. This wasn’t an uncommon feeling, things commonly went wrong in the hive city in which you lived. You clutched the bag you were holding, a sad brown thing that carried the remnants of corpse starch and some money and other things you needed to get through work. It smelled awful. 

“Put the bag on the ground,” you heard a voice behind you proclaim. You felt something round and hard at the back of your neck. 

You already knew what to do. Nobody turned around to look at you, the people walking home milled around the two of you. You turned around to see someone wearing nondescript black clothes and bearing a cold iron gun. You put your bag on the ground. “Here you go,” you sighed. He did have a gun, but this wasn’t your first day around town. “There’s maybe two coins in there, if you even care,” you continued. “Enjoy.”

Just before you turned around, while you were thinking about how many factory shifts you would need to replace your dearly departed bag, a dark blur hit your mugger. Your… would be mugger now, because he had just become a cloud of blood and viscera. It would be almost comical if a man weren’t turned to dust before your very eyes. 

Your eyes darted to that… thing that attacked him. It--no, he--was tall, very tall. Maybe twice your height. He had dark, unkempt hair and his sclera was black. The crowd was starting to disperse, taking different directions, but you stood there dumbfounded. And he looked just about as dumbfounded as you did. 

“Um…” you managed to squeak out. “Can I help you?”

He pursed his almost nonexistent lips. “Follow me,” he said, his voice more rumbly than anything you’ve heard come out of a human before. You weren’t even sure if this was a human you were dealing with. While you were busy contemplating whether or not the being in front of you could be considered human, he put a firm hand on your shoulder and started walking. You had to run to keep up, or you felt your shoulder was going to be yanked from your body. His fingers dug into your flesh, almost breaking it open. You saw the crowd part in front of you, the odd person giving you a confused stare before darting away with the rest of the crowd. 

After winding through the streets of the dimly lit city, you found yourself in front of a large, imposing building. Skulls around your size hung on pikes around it, and that had to be human skin carpeting the ground. 

“Your… new quarters,” he said bluntly. 

“Excuse me?” you asked. You had lived in crummy apartments your whole life. Having a whole building, let alone one this large, was an alien concept to you. Not to mention the uncouth decorations. 

He stared, nothing hiding the crazed way in which he looked at you. You looked away to break the intense eye contact. A few moments later, he scanned his hand and led you through the door. The door was the perfect size for him, but the knob was just a little further down than you were tall. 

“Thanks?” you asked as you entered the threshold of the building.

You entered the elevator in the center of the room, and it shot you up to the highest floor of the building. It was as if you could see the entire city from where you were. His hand trailed from your shoulder to your waist. You looked out to around where you came from, there were people milling around again as if nothing had happened there. You looked back up at the man who had brought you here. He was staring at you again with that same crazed look in his eye. 

“Who even are you?” you asked. 

“You don’t know?” he responded. The crazed look became one of genuine confusion. “You haven’t heard of the Night Haunter?” 

“I have no idea who that is,” you responded flatly. “I don’t get out often.”

“Well…” he said, looking away from you for a second. The elevator dinged, you were at the floor you were looking for. His hand left your waist. He turned around to exit, but you could still hear him fine. “You can call me Konrad.” 

He scanned his hand next to the single door, and it swung open. The room that greeted you was nothing short of opulent. Windows opened up a view of the city, and there was a bed big enough for three Konrads nested in one of the corners of the room. Sure, the paintings on the wall were… unsettling, but you’d seen worse. He put a hand on your shoulder again and led you to the window, staring down at the city. You couldn’t escape if you wanted to. 

“Why are you doing all this?” you asked as he knelt down next to you. He was still taller than you. 

He took one of your hands in both of his, clasping his hands around yours. “I…” he started. “Uh… I suppose this is how courting works, correct?” 

Your mouth hung open. Of course this was what he was doing. What other explanation would there be for this behavior? “Absolutely not,” you said after a moment. You couldn’t help it, but the corners of your mouth quirked up. You knew that he could tear you to shreds if he wanted, you could be another part of those skulls and skins at the front of his dwelling if he so chose. But there was something about the gestures that he made that was… charming. 

“We will be sharing a bed anyways,” he said, bringing your hand to his mouth. He ran his lips over it in an almost-kiss, but pulled away. “I imagine you are going to be okay with this arrangement.” 

You felt your face go warm. “I… I guess I can’t refuse, can I?” 

Konrad chuckled. “You are getting it,” he replied. “Now, it is getting late. And you need to go to bed.” 

“I just got off of work,” you protested, but Konrad led you to the bed nonetheless. He practically threw you on the mattress before slumping onto it himself. After hitting a button to turn the lights out, he grabbed you and held onto you. You went limp on the bed. If he said you were going to bed, who were you to argue? 

His breath was warm on your exposed neck, his face nested in the crook of your neck. You ran a curious hand through his unkempt hair. The bed was softer than anything you’d ever experienced. 

You could get used to this.

[thegreenthepeacetheorange]

Everlark (Mockingjay, Ch. 18-19)

because of everything in the last chapter, katniss throws herself into her training with a vengeance. something driven by what they've done to peeta but also that keeps her mind off it

the same way katniss used to watch peeta from afar in 12 when they were kids, she watches him when he starts showing up in training

"my weaknesses? that's a door i don't even want to open' let me guess it starts with a p and ends in eeta

i wish we all got a world where finnick got to heal post war with katniss, peeta, annie, haymitch and johanna... broken brady brunch that i love so much. the way being victors binds them into being this family so that even though when katniss says she doesn't really know johanna, we have seen how they are essentially sisters and understand each other in a way that most people don't... the gift she gives johanna when she's in the hospital is so beautiful and so emblematic of who katniss is despite the horrors she lives in. and it's also such a peeta thing to do. because they're both so thoughtful

(an aside: prim's goodbye to katniss hurts differently knowing what i know now)

the fact that she takes the pearl with her

coin was evil but thanks for sending peeta on the mission actually. forced dating trope is old news, forced fighting together in a war against an entity that has destroyed our whole lives is in

when katniss says the whole thing about how she wouldn't be shooting peeta, just one of the capitol mutts. very annoying of her actually but she says it herself, it's her lashing out because of how she's humiliated by it all that she's felt. but poor peeta having to hear that

gale offering to straight up kill him and katniss is like "um no". the fact that gale thinks that this is something she actually wants, that she thinks like him in terms of just wanting the problem dead. oh sweetie no. katniss straight up being like "i can deal with him" aka "mind your own business"

i answered a question here about the squad giving katniss unfriendly looks after her mutt comments about peeta so i won't type it all again

i'm grateful for haymitch talking sense into her because she needed it. with the situations reversed, peeta wouldn't have treated her like how she was treating him and she needed to remember that

"you're punishing him over and over for things that are out of his control"

haymitch reminding her of the deal they made to save peeta. they're still in the games and she's forgotten her task. but here it is again. she has to save peeta but this time she's not sure how to achieve that

finnick lending peeta his rope. ugh. him being there for peeta when katniss couldn't. the way they all step in for each other when others can't.

and she finally starts to open up instead of being defensive and cold back

"i suddenly want to tell peeta everything about who he is and who i am and how we ended up here. but i don't know how to start. worthless. i'm worthless. " - katniss taking it upon herself when actually the idea of telling peeta all this in its entirety is such a huge task because their relationship is too huge to capture in words, in moments.

peeta remembering her favourite colour...

his thank you to her when she tells him his...

"you're a painter. you're a baker. you like to sleep with the windows open. you never take sugar in your tea. and you always double-knot your shoelaces" - these small intimacies. these little facts that tell us how much katniss knows about him. the small things she's held onto. these little things she remembers with so much fondness.

can you imagine peeta listening to all that and then looking down at his double-knotted shoelaces? remembering the calmer sleep that comes with the wind blowing in through the open windows at night? ugh.

this whole passage tells her that katniss knows his essence. these little details that she's never mentioned to us before.

her running away after saying all that because she wants to cry. she's so devastated and i want to hug her and peeta

cheese buns being part of real or not real, along with the colour of katniss's dresses and their maths teacher. they know each other. have known each other.

i can't state how horrific it is that darius and lavinia were tortured and killed in front of peeta. because we obviously aren't his head for the books but the horrors that peeta suffered?! it upsets me so much every time i read this passage. they hurt and killed darius and lavinia to hurt and torture peeta.

(an aside: them all just being kids/young people and messing around while filming the propos and boggs having to reprimand them while holding back his own smile again just reminds me of how young they all were. it's so depressing)

[miryum]

You know I love you (Spot Conlon x Reader)

This has been sitting in my drafts forever

Warnings: Not proof-read, a sentence about a fist-fight, bruising

Remy tugged on your skirt. “Hey- Hey Y/n?” His voice was quiet and nervous.

“Yeah, bud?” Something was off in the usually lively and energetic boy. You scooped him up, bringing him to eye level. 

Remy looked down, avoiding your gaze. “Could I please have one of your apples?” 

“Of course,” you walked over to the small kitchen in the Brooklyn boarding house and picked an apple off of the counter. “Why? Did you spend all your money on toys again?” 

“Um, no.” Remy said, “I lost it.”

“You lost your money?” You frowned. Every newsboy bag had a special pouch for coins, its sole purpose being not to lose the pennies and nickels. “Where’s your bag?”

“I lost that too,” Remy mumbled.

With those words, you immediately knew that he was lying. The first thing a newsboy learns is to not lose his bag. It holds his papers and earned money- the most important things in a newsboy's life. What didn’t help your suspicion was that every younger boy was paired with an older, tougher, more experienced one. You made sure of that early on, pestering Spot until he relented (to be truthful, Spot had caved easily). Someone should’ve been watching Remy. 

“Who was with you?” You asked him. “Was it Patches?” Remy nodded and you gave a nod back. “Okay, you stay here and eat your apple. I gotta go talk to Patches really quickly.”

“Okay!” Remy looked happier now that he was out of your scrutiny and concern.

You scanned the room, seeing Patches stretched out on a couch, listening to Cal read a book. You weaved through the boys, hopping over legs and stepping over arms. You loved your newsie family and you would do anything for them. The scene of everyone relaxing after a long day warmed your heart. You knew that these boys would do anything for you and each other. 

You sat down on Patches’s legs, making him groan and kick your side. “I come in peace,” you said. 

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes. “What’s up?”

“You sold with Remy today, right?” He nodded in confirmation. You continued, “did you see him lose his bag?”

“He lost his bag?” Patches sat up, now invested in the conversation. “He told me that he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping.”

“Crackers was selling on Clermont Street,” you said slowly. “Weren’t you guys selling by Hicks and Clark?” 

Patches nodded, watching the concern on your face grow. “When did he tell you this?” You felt like you were interrogating the poor boy, but at the same time, you needed to know what happened. 

“I know Remy had his bag at four thirty. I remember him coming up to me and telling me about a guy who paid him double. I didn’t see him again until five.” 

“I’m going to try and get him to tell me the truth,” you stated. “Thanks Patches.” 

“Anytime.” 

You went back to the kitchen, finding Remy sitting on the counter, eating the apple to the core. But, before you could make it to the small child, a pair of arms wrapped around your waist. Knowing there was only one boy who would dare do that, you relaxed into your boyfriend. 

“Hey, Spotty,” you said quietly. 

“Hey, doll,” Spot replied softly. “How was your day?”

“You were with me for most of it,” you pointed out, referencing how Spot only let you sell with him.

“Yeah, but I got pulled away at the end.” Indeed, Fisher had needed Spot’s help with something before the selling day had ended, leaving you alone to pawn off the last few of your papers.

“It was alright,” you turned in his arms, leaving a kiss on his cheek. “But I’m a bit worried for Remy.”

“Why? What happened?” Spot’s brows furrowed, getting that telltale expression that meant he was stepping back into his King of Brooklyn role.

“That’s the thing; I don’t know.” You explained, “Remy said he lost his selling bag, but Patches said Remy told him he gave it to Crackers for safekeeping. But I know Remy. The kid would never lose or give away his bag. You know how protective he is over it.”

“Cause he carries his teddy bear in it.” Spot nodded, ending your thoughts.

“Exactly.”

“So what do you think happened?” Spot asked you.

You sighed and began speaking, “a little while ago, Lemon came to me saying how a group of older thugs had stolen her bag. I had her sell with Slugger for a bit, and the problem went away. Do you think that the same thugs could’ve stolen Remy’s bag?”

Spot hummed, “you’ve certainly got a memory about you, doll. It’s definitely not a bad idea. I’ll go talk to Lemon and Slugger about it and you talk to Remy?” 

“Deal,” you agreed.

“Pleasure doing business with you, doll.” Spot smirked and pressed a kiss to your lips before sauntering off to find Lemon and Slugger.

You chuckled before turning back to Remy and handing the kid another apple. “You’re hungry,” you commented.

“Yeah…” Remy looked shyly away.

“It’s okay,” you reassured. “We all pitch in to buy this food.” After a moment, you quietly said, “I know you didn’t lose your bag, Remy. What really happened?”

Remy didn’t meet your eye, giving a small shrug.

“Was it some boys?” You asked, “did they steal it from you? Like they did Lemon?”

Remy chewed on his lip, turning the apple over in his small hands. “Yeah,” he finally admitted. “They cornered me and called me small and weak.” His fingers clenched into fists. “Then they stole my bag. It’s happened four times.”

“Four times?” You knelt down so you could meet his eye. “Remy, why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because they said I couldn’t fight my own fight. I’d be proving them right if I told you,” Remy mumbled. 

You sighed, feeling terrible and squeezed the boy into a tight hug. “Remy,” You whispered. “Don’t be afraid to tell me anything. Especially if people are bullying you.”

“But what if they come back?” Remy wondered, “What if they do this again?” He lifted his shirt slightly to show you a large, ugly bruise. Immediately, a rage boiled in your chest and your jaw clenched. “They did that?” You growled.

Remy nodded slowly, frightened by your change in demeanour.

You took a deep breath, forcing yourself to calm down in front of the scared child. “It’s gonna be okay,” you told him. “We’re gonna get your money back from those boys and make them pay.” 

“Really? But how?”

You smiled stiffly, trying to disguise your hatred for the punks by a thinly veiled grin. “Don’t worry about that,” you said. “All you have to do is keep on selling.”

Remy’s head bobbed up and down happily. “Thank you so much, Y/n!” He hugged you tightly and you reciprocated the action. He then pulled away, his problem suddenly fixed and out of mind as only a six- year old could. 

Heart still burning with hatred for the thugs that messed with Remy, you knew it was now time to call upon the people who would stand by you no matter what- your newsies.

**

Remy cried out in his squeaky voice, “Read all about the car crash that killed dozens! Police are convinced it was murder!”

“Hello, squirt,” a deep voice laughed from behind Remy. “Sell any papers today?”

Remy gulped loudly and slowly turned around, gripping his bag tighter. “Wha-what do you guys want?”

“I think you know what we want,” the lead man growled, stepping up along with his group of ten or fifteen boys. 

“I-I’m not giving you my money!” Remy stomped his foot. 

“Oh really?” The leader laughed loudly. “What are you gonna do? Fight us?” The rest of the boys chuckled along with their leader.

“Well, no,” Remy admitted. “But this time, I have friends.” You stepped out from around a corner. 

The goons glanced around at one another before bursting out in short, loud, ugly guffaws. “I’m sorry?” The leader snickered out, “A girl is gonna beat us up?”

“I’m going to ignore your misogynistic comment, even though you probably don’t know what that word means, and even though I could kick your ass, just to scare you into never coming near Remy again, I brought my boyfriend. You may know him as the King of Brooklyn?” 

Spot, along with his cavalry of newsies appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. Spot snaked an arm around your waist and pulled you close. “Where you messin’ with my doll?” He asked, knowing whichever way they answered, he was gonna soak either way.

“You looking for a fight?” The leader bit back. 

Spot shrugged, smirking. “Maybe. But I’ll let you off if you don’t come near my newsies again.”

One of the cronies grabbed the leader and whispered something harsh to him. The leader scoffed, but said, “Fine. We won’t bother your pathetic newsies again.” 

“And my girl?” Spot’s thumb drew circles on your waist.

“Never said anything about her,” the leader smiled tauntingly. 

You glanced at Spot to see the muscles in his jaw tighten. “Don’t,” you whisper to him. 

“Doll,” Spot drawled, swinging a look down at you, grinning brilliantly. “I have to.” And with that, Spot stepped forward and punched the leader across the jaw. The newsies cheered and rushed forward, intent on standing up for one of their own. The bullies quickly ran away after a few hits. You took Spot’s hand in yours and thumbed the split knuckles. Before you could chide him however, Spot simply said, “You know I love you.”

“Yeah,” you smiled and kissed his cheek. “I do.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Take Shelter 4

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon, stalking, possessiveness and other elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You keep to yourself, until you can’t anymore. (another short reader because why not)

Character: Thor Odinson

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

Your feedback will help in this and future works (and WiPs, I haven’t forgotten those!)

Love you all the way to Asgard. Take care. 💖

Peter has a whole basket of candles and a few other goodies with them. He's good enough company, he does enough talking for the both of you. A skill you've never had. And he's tolerant of your silence, many people are more likely to take affront to what they mistake as indifference.

"So, what do I owe ya?" He asks with a grin as you hover by his shoulder, hands folded reticently.

"Owe me?" 

"For putting up with my mindless browsing. I saw you eyeing that opal pendant…"

"I was only looking," you squeeze your hands tight, "you don't owe me…."

"I do, you're just too nice to admit it," he insists. 

"No, really, I can't…" you wonder for just a minute at how adamant he is about giving you something. You think of the box on your counter but can't figure how he could be behind it. 

"I'm getting it," he sidles past you and goes to the shelf of dangling necklaces.

"Peter," you follow him hauling your bag higher on your shoulder.

"Too late," he says as he plucks up the oval pendant, "it's already in my hand."

You've never been good at confrontation and this is edging close to an argument. You clamp your lips and swallow your protests. You let out a hollow breath through your nose.

"Thank you," you murmur.

He's unfazed by your reluctance as he sweeps over to the counter and greets the cashier. The same blue-haired girl that welcomed you in. You watch her ring him up, her long clawlike nails painted a shining silver ombre and her hands and arms decorated with intricate tattoos. You were never cool enough to pull all that off.

"Awesome," Peter says as he takes out his card, "the necklace is for her, can you wrap it separately?"

"Oh, that's sweet. You two are such a cute couple," she preens, "oh, beautiful stone."

She admires the stone as your mouth drops open at her insinuation. Peter just laughs lightly, "friends but I'm flattered."

You give a nondescript mutter and sway nervous. Your shoulder is starting to hurt from the weight of the bag.

"Ah, my bad," she says as she folds brown paper around the necklace and slips it in a small bag, "opal symbolizes hope. It's supposed to be lucky."

She holds out the bag and you take it with a quiet thanks. Peter steps up to pay and you wait awkwardly, staring at your feet anxiously. When he's finally done, he lifts the heavy bag of candles as if it's nothing.

"Onward, companion," he declares  getting a chuckle from the clerk.

He leads you to the door, holding it for you as you emerge onto the street. You drop the necklace into your bag and squint at the sunshine. You stop on the pavement and turn back to him.

"Um, I should…" you begin, looking down the street.

"Yeah, sorry for keeping you," he says, "maybe I'll see you around?"

"Maybe," you shrug, "er, bye, uh, have a good day."

"You too." 

You slowly turn and slink away. You feel awkward as you sense him watching you. You only get a few steps before he calls your name.

You stop and face him as he bends and picks something off the sidewalkm he holds up the gleaming shape and examines it.

"You dropped this," he nears and offers the coin. That same damn coin.

You take it from him, not sure what to say. You give a tight smile and back up. "Thanks."

"Cool coin. Is it a collectible or something?"

"Something like that," you utter, "uh, see ya."

Abruptly and nothing less than awkwardly, you spin and flit away. You scurry down the block and don't stop until you're around the corner. You open your hand and look down at the coin. It's almost glowing against your hand and warm. A sudden crack of lightening ripples in the clear sky and you look up at the deafening clap of thunder.

But all is calm. No one else is affected by the noise and the sky is unsplit by the furor. You wince and clasp the coin tight, pressing your hand to your chest as you quickly carry on. You just want to be home, safe and alone.

🌩️

You go along the shelves, slipping new tags on as you go through the list of price changes in your hand. Another tedious but mindless task. The sort you enjoy. You don't have to talk to anyone, you don't have to fake anything, you can just put your head down and get it down.

Eli yawns loudly and tries to drink from his empty coffee cup. You peek over at him as he pouts at the plastic lid before tossing it in the bin behind the counter. He looks up at you and sighs.

"You mind if I go grab a refill?"

"Go ahead," you say as you peel off another sticker.

"I can grab you a tea," he offers.

"I'm okay," you assure him, "pretty slow."

"You're telling me."

He comes out from behind the counter and shuffles out of the store. He leaves you in the low buzz of metal music coming from the Bluetooth speaker. You go down the aisle, searching for skus and rearranging some misplaced product. As you get close to the door, a shadow approaches but you don't look up, assuming it's only Eli.

"Hey," Peter's chipper tone draws your head up as you nearly drop your clipboard.

Your voice catches in your throat as he's not alone. You look between him and the much larger man. Broad and blonde and blue-eyed. You recognise him. He came to but dice a few weeks ago. Eli said he was famous... what was his name?

"Thor," the man offers as if he can see your confusion, "lady. We did not have a chance to introduce ourselves upon our last meeting."

"Oh, uh," you look between him and Peter, "hi?"

"We're just here to look at gaming mats. This guy," he points at Thor with his thumb, "some king or whatever, thinks he needs all the fancy things in the world."

"I am only excited for your game. I love gaming. On Asgard, I did much of it."

Peter gives a look like he's heard it all before. You bite your cheek sheepishly. Thor reaches up to toy with the string of his grey sweater and you follow the gesture with your eyes, realising too late that he's watching you too. You back up, hugging your clipboard tight.

"The gaming mats are down here," you stand flat to the shelves on your other side, "right by the plushies."

"Come on," Peter nudges Thor with his elbow and pass you in the tight space.

It takes a moment before the other man moves. You keep your gaze on the floor as the turns sideways and slips past, brushing you slightly. You face the shelf again and check your list. You pause before you can start again.

"If you need anything..." you say quietly.

"We'll let you know," Peter assures you, "pick a colour."

"Hmm," Thor hums thoughtfully.

You go back to the price changes as you let their chatter fade to drone in your ears. You get to the end and flip the page. Before you can go on to the next aisle, Peter comes down towards you and calls your name.

"Actually, I did want to ask you something," he nears as you see Thor examining a bright pink dragon plushy behind him. He smiles at it and makes it fly. Your attention is quickly drawn back to Peter, "we kinda need a healer for our part. We had a drop out and... yeah, no one else thought to get any healing spells."

"Um, you mean, er..."

"If you're free, yeah. You could come play. I have a premade character but if you want to make your own, that's cool too."

"Oh, uh," you're surprised by the offer. "I haven't really played in a while. I'm not the best."

"There's no way you can be bad," he counters as Thor comes up behind him.

"She'll join our party?" Thor asks hopefully.

"I don't know," Peter says over his shoulder, "we were just discussing that."

"Ah, sorry, sorry, I was distracted," Thor looks away guiltily.

"Anyway, you don't have to answer now. But you can let me know. I can give you my number."

"Um, okay," you tap your fingers on the back of the clipboard, "my phone is behind the counter."

"I'll just write it down," he offer points to your armful, "if that's easier. I'm sorry to get in the way of your work."

"It's alright," you assure him and flip the clipboard and slide out the pen, flicking towards the corner for him to write.

He scribbles down his number and grins. You stand cluelessly and turn the board back around as you take the pen back. Thor plops the dragon plush on Peter's shoulder and bounces it.

"Can I have the dragon?" He asks.

Peter's forehead creases and his cheek dimples. He gives an amused snort and shakes his head. "I think we're gonna look around a bit more."

"Okay," you say as you tuck the pen back under the clip.

"Thank you, lady," Thor bows his head at you.

You meet his sky blue eyes and feel a zinging sensation up your spine. Gersamr... the word crawls behind your ears, not a whisper, just a memory. You wince and back away. A stirring starts in your stomach as you tuck your chin down and retreat. He stays as he is until Peter pokes him.

"Better wall than a door," Peter grumbles.

Finally they go back down the aisle and you let out a willowy breath. Your hair feels like it's standing on end. Your fingers are tingle so much you can't even peel away a sticker.

Eli comes back in as you try to hide your confusion. He greets you but stops short as the smell of coffee wafts in with him.

"He's back," he hisses as he stands at the end of the counter, "God of Thunder.... wow, should I say hi?"

You peek up at him and give a shrug. He takes a deep gulp from his cup and pushes his chest out, "yeah, I'm gonna."

He steps around you and you sniff as he boisterously offers his help. Thank god. You don't know how much longer you could've managed on your own.

🌩️

You come out of work, headphones in, mind off. 

As you cross the large grey parking lot, the sky seems to reflect the grim asphalt and ripples darkly above. Another storm is coming. You never minded them much, almost found them comforting before, but now there's something about the roar of thunder that makes you want to shrink into nothing.

You can smell the rain as you cut behind the grocery store and see your building just beyond. It's like deja vu. The almost mirror reflection of the past makes your ears ring and your skin burn. You break into a run without thinking, hurtling towards the brick facade until you're breathless.

You unlock the door and fall through. You drag yourself up the stairs and to your apartment. Inside, you slide the chain into place and let out a heave. You drop your phone, your headphones, and your bag on the counter, staring at the emptiness there.

The box. It was there. When you left this morning it was exactly where it has been since you brought it home. You shake your head and back away, turning as you search the room. Maybe you moved it. You were tired and sometimes the small things can just fall through the cracks.

You enter your bedroom and find the dress spread across your blanket. No, no, you didn't do that. You know you didn't. You don't understand.

You go to the window and try to open it. It's locked. Your heart pounds as you spin around and rush back to the front door, making sure it's locked. You go from the front room, through the kitchen, around to the bathroom, and back to your bedroom. Nothing! You even tear open all the closets. There's no one there. You're alone but why is this happening?

"Who are you?" You cry out desperately, "what do you want?"

You stare at the wall. It stares back. Nothing. Silence. You don't know what you expected.

A sudden boom and a flash followed by a shatter. You spin as the glass litters the floor and a spray of rain blows through. You cover your ears as you watch the storm invade the space, sweeping around you violently, swallowing you up in a cyclone that's suffocating, circling around and around until all is dark. Until you feel yourself plummeting into an endless void.

[astolfofo]

(i wrote this back when the first trailer for the harbingers came out, but it’s never gonna be finished because I got lazy and no one wanted to read it)

so yeah anyways here’s this thing.

i got sorta impaitent and i didn’t want to write another 5 parts before this (i did and i had ideas but um they were scrapped)

read the prologue here and read the backstory here

summary: The basic idea because it’s not really communicated properly, is that you’re Fountaine’s artificial god, the chief of justice, and you met scaramouche one day. From thereonforth, the two of you were practically inseperable because the two of you are two sides of the same coin. You’re a succesful Gnosis holder, and essentially a creation made of pure hydro element, from the first hydro archon, while Scaramouche is a “failed creation” of the Raiden Shogun. You two are inseperable no matter how far you guys are apart.

TW: there’s implied disssction of the reader in here, to extract the gnosis of the reader, Also harsh interrogation, threats (if you squint but not really), also pantalone and dottotere being pantalone and dottotere. They’re just trigger warnings in themselves.

Dottotere and Pantalone towered over you. Even though you had long learned not to fear the Fatui Harbingers, their height still intimidated you. You often found yourself wanting to back up a few steps when tall people hovered over you like this. 

You cursed your creator for making you so short. It wouldn’t have killed her to make you a few inches taller. But then again, you were quite sure that she intended to make you look like a child.

Even so, that wouldn’t help you since you were tied to a chair. The sadistic look on Pantalone’s face didn’t help either. You were half-convinced that the man was going to murder you in cold blood. Meanwhile, Dottotere had plenty of different scapels, knives, and sisscors on a table nearby, which was unsettling, to say the least. You tried your best to ignore that all the objects were extremely sharp, or they were serrated and stained with blood. 

Dottotere lightly taps on his clipboard then, his pencil scratches the paper. He promtly nods at Pantalone. A message to go ahead with what he has planned. 

“Do you know why you’re here today?” 

Pantalone’s voice echoes through the dark labratory. His tone lost its usually pleasent and eloquent demeaner. Now, it was hallow and flat which unsettled you greatly. 

Deciding your best chance lies within answering his questions, you shake your head.

“I want a yes. Or a no. Answer my question.”

A small spark of annoyance bubbles up inside you. On occasions like these, it seemed if Pantalone was trying to enrage you... on purpose. Maybe it was to see if you were going to unleash your powers on them, so they can take it away later. You certainly wouldn’t know.

You take a deep breath in. “No.”

“I see. In that case, I shall offer you an explanation.” 

You embraced yourself for the explanation that Pantalone would provide. His explanations often did not clear anything out. 

“You see... me and my friend Dottotere here, are awfully found of those visions people like you get to bear. The commoners always say they are like, ‘A blessing from Celestia’. Or a gift from the gods, or something similar to that.”

“You, are one that clearly holds one of those so called, visions.” 

Pantalone hands slide down from your shoulders to your waist, where your vision lay. He holds it with his two fingers, as if observing a rare treasure.

“Clearly, you have been born more privilleged than the rest of us.”

Dottotere grunted, “Get to the point, Regragator.”

“Why are you in such a hurry, Doctor? I thought you said I could take my time. Are you THAT excited to dissect a human being?”

Dottotere glared at Pantalone. 

Fear, panic, and dread all spread throughout your brain. You couldn’t escape. They would find out... they would find out that you were the Hydro Archon’s backup prototype, and that you were Scaramouche’s parallel. Maybe after that... they would steal your gnosis... and you’d lose a large fraction of your power. No.... you’d die. The gnosis was the center of your body... your heart. The very purpose you were even needed. It would make the Tartasia’s mission practically complete.

You couldn’t let that happen. 

Pantalone seemed to see you tense up. “Don’t worry. You’ll be put under asphordiacs for the proceedure, although I’m not sure if you’ll die at the end.”

You took a deep breath trying to control your fear. There had to be a way out of this. There always did. 

All problems had a solution even if they were imginary. And if they were imginary, you would have to make them real. 

“As I was saying... it is clear you hold an immense power from your vision, that is untouchable by the rest of us. You did defeat Tartaglia in minutes, right? Even the so-called Traveller known across all lands did not do that.”

“Tell me, how do you become so powerful?”

“You get a vision from strong desire,” you mutter under your breath. “Or perhaps, you can reawaken one. However, if you can be as determined to dedicate your life for a single reason... you will be given a god’s blessing.”

You paused for a second. “A vision does not simply come from fighting to your death, nor does it come from half-assed will. It is clear that you do not have a strong purpose to fulfill in your life.” You paused again hoping to add as much venom to your words as possible, “You only posses greed, and the desire for validation from the divine.”

The room was slient enough you could hear a pin drop. 

“So go on. Cut me in half. Take out my heart if you want,” You looked at the Regretor, “You’ll never be able to fulfill your beloved Tartasia’s dream, and you will certainly never recieve a blessing from any god.”

“That’s enough.” Dottotere snapped. “Answer his questions, and shut your mouth. You are simply a lab rat that’s crucial for this experiment.”

“I will not shut my mouth,” you retorted. “You have no right to tell me what, and what not to do. Because unlike the Balladeer, I know what you people are.”

You could feel your hand forming a dagger out of hydro, much to your dismay. It seemed like you still struggled to control elemental powers under strong stress of emotion. However, this time you had to stay calm. You wince as the water almost instantly freezes in the Sheezenayan cold. If you pretended to pass out during their diessction proceedure, and manage to distract them (and launch a shock attack) by pretending to “wake up” confused, disoriented, and disturbed, you would be able to succesfully kill the most difficult Fatui Harbingers, and succesfully escape. 

Dottotere stared at you with great amusement, observing the knife that was intentionally forming from your hand. “As ever the interesting subject to study.” He smirked. “What makes you think you can defeat us, the Fatui Harbingers who have control over nations?”

“You’re just a simple engineer from Fountaine.”

The white rage rushed over your body again. You remebered why you hated the Fatui so much now. After Shezenaya, Fountaine was the second most technologically advanced nation. But merely the second. And Falcors, your creator, had always berated you over your inefficiency and inferiority towards the superior nation. Dottotere knew nothing. He had no fucking idea how hard you worked, how much work you did to compete against a nation more powerful than your own. A nation that stood up by violence and injustice. 

“And you, of all people should know, how pale an engineer is in comparision to a scientist.”

Dottotere walks towards you. You recoil back into what little space you had remaining on the chair. “So you should understand the difference between you and me.”

Pantalone scoffed. 

You felt backed into a corner.  

[tielmamon]

Burn, Bonnet Burn (TWN x OFMD AU)

At a tavern near the sea, Jaskier drops his tired self onto a bar stool after finishing his last set. His voice still hurts from belting his heart and anger out when a drunk group of maidens requested he sing 'Burn, Butcher Burn'.

He hoped and prayed he was too far from the main land that the wretched song hadn't found itsway to Skelligan shores. Apparently not far enough.

"Ale and the dinner I was promised, please. Thanks." A second later, he was given a tankard of ale and a bowl of...he's not entirely sure but he assumes it's food

"Good song." Jaskier suppresses a flinch. All he wanted was a nice quiet dinner after that particularly heartwrenching performance. In the middle of his set, he had spotted a burly man, hair so blonde you'd mistake it for white pass by the stage. He knew it wasn't him. He was probably on the other side of the continent, as far away from Jaskier as he could get. Still, his heart never calmed as he finished the rest of his set. No one had a problem with how he was practically sobbing minus the tears by the end of the song. Instead, they relished in it, ate it up like they were watching a pig be slautered for a feast. The applause was louder than usual, his coin purse significantly heavier. It was his best performance yet.

He never wanted to play like that ever again.

"Thank you" He forces a smile and turns to face the stranger, and normally Jaskier isnt one to judge a person's character at first glance, but lets just say the stranger was, infact rather strange.

An older man with wild grey hair to his shoulders, decked in full leather and buckles and, most curious of all...black messy soot around his chin, mouth and eyes. Eyes that stare back at him with a deep sadness he knew all too well. The black and broody nature of it all was too...familiar, too close to home. He could only nod and turn back to his ale, resisting the urge to touch the ache in his chest.

"You seem to know your way around heartbreak well. Someone ripped your heart our recently?" The stranger suprisingly placed a hand on his back as Jaskier promptly inhaled half of his ale into his nose. Despite the embarrassing display, the stranger did not laugh at his expense. Only a stoic, concerned expresssion on his face that just pissed Jaskier off even more.

"And who the fuck are you exactly, my good sir?" He grits through his teeth, wondering just who the fuck posseses the audacity to-

"Blackbeard. Pleased to meet you." -to b-be...the deadliest and most wanted pirate of the seven seas. Oh fuck. He promptly chokes once again, this time on his own spit.

"He-Hello, hi. Gods, really?" The stranger- the infamous Blackbeard offers a small smile and helps him through another coughing fit.

"Easy. Eat your, whatever the fuck that is. I just... wanted to talk." He takes a bite, awkardly. The stew was still a mystery, but thankfully pleasant enough to choke down. An almost shy tension forms between them, which baffled Jaskier. Blackbeard is sitting next to him, very much lacking a beard, covered in soot and looking like he's about to cry into his tankard. And he waits to talk. To...Jaskier?

"What- um, what did you want to talk about?" The older man looks down at his hands. A strange sight, seeing someone so feared look so scared. Then again, Jaskier knew first hand how big hulking figures with bigger reputations have something to hide.

"Your song..." Blackbeard looks at him with determination and a horrifying thought forms in his head. Has the pirate come for Jaskier for information on Geralt and Ciri too? Will he be tied to a chair and beaten once more? Will he be drowned instead of burned this time around?

"What about it?"

"You...why do you write songs like that?" Ed watches the bard blink slowly, practically see the sentences forming in the man's head before he speaks with a sigh.

"Well, when someone as dramatic as myself gets their heart stomped on and ripped to pieces, one tends to seek an outlet for all that frustration and sadness. Writing a heated song about them and burning helps."

"Helps...Does the pain go away? After you sing it?" The pirate fiddles with the handle of his tankard, brows furrowed. Jaskier has the strangest urge to hold the man's hand to sooth him.

"In a way. It turns the sadness into something else for a bit, something more...approachable? Something to hold, to throw, to punch..."

"To burn?" The two share a look before Jaskier chuckles into his mead, nodding.

"Yes. That too." His eyes watch the crowd of strangers in the tavern and spots the blond haired man from before. His features too soft, height too tall. Its not him but it makes his blood boil and heart ache all the same.

"The pain doesn't go away. It just gives you an opportunity to hit back, in a way." Jaskier watches the gears turn in the pirates brain, slowly digesting his words. Silence follows, or atleast the suggestion of it as they sit in a crowded tavern next to an angry ocean. A few more minutes pass and just when Jaskier rises to leave-

"Could you help me write one too?" Ed turns to the bard and pleads. Blackbeard the Pirate wouldn't be caught dead in such a state. Edward Teach, however was desperate. Edward was tired of the pain, the confusion. He needed relief from it, even just for a second. Killing didn't help. Stealing only reminded him more of Bonnet. He was out of options. The only semblace of ease he had felt was when he attempted to write about it, strangely enough.

"You want me...to help you write a song? About heartbreak?" Blackbeard nods solemly, completely fucking serious. Jaskeir being a sucker for a good story and, admitted a chance to help and feel needed replies.

"Fuck it, why not?" Let it be known that Jaskier had a type.