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luv-gukkie · 2 months

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★ little, naive thing ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: a small cuddle takes jungkook back down memory lane; a time where he could only admire your pretty-self from afar with a burning need to make you his, an idea your little boyfriend wasn’t so fond of.

word count: +4.8k

tags/warnings: cockwarming, boobie kisses, dom! jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook worships reader, he switches up real fast, size difference, smooches here and there, jungkook manhandles reader, he's possessive, degrading comments, public sex? (don't worry? no one catches them), jungkook gets into a fight, he hurts himself, manipulation, jk lies, talk about marriage ;), degrading comments, jungkook gets a tattoo of..., unprotected sex (don't be silly), reader was his first (for EVERYTHING), he's in love LOVE

notes: hope you enjoy it! i’ll try to post the small writing about yoongi soon :)

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"no, no, no, no!" jungkook yells with a small smile as his hands covered his face, acting as if he was sad. you sing out a little chant, sticking your tongue out at him. he can't help but hide his laugh at your taunts and the small dance you do behind his hands. you're so cute, jungkook thinks as he stares at you through the gap between his fingers. the playback of your pink character, cat peach, flashes through the television screen as it shows her first through the finish line seconds before tanooki mario, jungkook's character, crosses through it as well. he groans in pain, "i was so close." he can't believe how good you've gotten at mario kart 8. it's unbelievable how fast you've learned. "wanna know my secret?" you whisper softly as if there were people around you; even though both of you are alone in your shared apartment, with the only witnesses being bam, the big and strong doberman, and cinnabon, your cute, tiny bunny. the pair lay together (similar to jungkook and you) on bam's huge bed, cuddled into each other, hiding behind their floppy ears. with the same mischievous tone, jungkook whispers back, "i have to know." you smile before leaning in closer to his ear and before he knows it, he's backing away, tricked and played. jungkook covers his ear, recovering from your surprise shriek. you giggle at his reaction before going in to leave kisses on his face all around. "sorry", you giggle as he "tries" to get away from you, but it's impossible because you two sit together squished on a bean bag.

as he sees you laugh, memories with you flash through his mind. it takes him back to the start of his love to you; all the way in high school.

jungkook has never been social to begin with. he's always been a little timid and shy compared to others, but it didn't meant he couldn't experience the same things others his age were experiencing. puberty had hit him hard. jungkook had grown too fast over the heat of summer. his voice was no longer of a teenage boy, but one of a grown man. the change into manhood had girls confessing their admiration to him left and right, but he's never been too interested in starting a relationship in the first place. it's not until he landed his eyes onto dainty, little you.

jungkook remembers it was the first day of sophomore year, the summer had tanned him a bit from being a life guard at the public pool and he had grown his muscles. jungkook's eyes wandered around the new classroom, recognizing everyone's faces, but stammering at an almost unrecognizable face. the reddish lipgloss you wear shines on your plump lips, a slight blush on your cheeks and your eyelashes have darkened with mascara. it's clear that he's not the only one who's changed over the summer. your hair is styled perfectly with a nice hairstyle that makes it even cuter. but it's the glimmer in your eyes that attract him the most especially with that faint, flirtatious smile you put on as you smile at the boy who holds your hand. the realization hits jungkook, why the fuck are you holding that boy's hands? that boy probably didn't even know you existed last year so why were you giving him such a lovely look? he thinks he's been staring too long when the guy turns around to glare at him and sticks his middle finger out when you turn around to talk to your friend.

shit.

it would've been a whatever to jungkook, but now, he keeps seeing you everywhere since he's noticed you. and it's not fair that your fucking boyfriend follows you everywhere you go, always in your shadow and never not. and it's like your boyfriend feels notices the glances he throws at you and sends him nasty glares whenever he gets the chance. jungkook fucking hates his ass. hates how he's gotten obsessive over you when he barely knows you; when you don't even know him. he doesn't like the feeling really, but he can't ignore it either so he does everything he can to get the little lovebirds to separate for his sake. eventually a small little rumor breaks things apart and he can't help the little smile that breaks free when the gossip he started reaches his ears. its times like this when jungkook is thankful to the loudmouths his classmates have. and it's like the heavens heard of his prayers when in no time, he had you in his grasp for life.

you don't even find out about jungkook being hurt until your lunch time. the whispers of jungkook's name are loud and seem true enough that you dash out when you hear a short version of the story. you're over the top worried for jungkook. your heart hurts, your eyes are blurring up and sweat is building up on your forehead as you get nearer to the nurse's office. when you find him sitting with a bandages across his arms and hand, fists bloodied and his nose still slightly dripping with blood. and even as the dark bruises are hurting him, red running down his nose and his arms onto the once white bandages, he runs to you with a call of your name and a helpless expression on his face. you let out a painful sob at his delicate form, "jungkookie, this is all my fault. i'm so sorry, you shouldn't be like this." jungkook doesn't deny your claims, tearing into your neck as his arms hug your waist in a tight embrace. you promise to take care of him and you do by spending every single second next to him, making sure he's not hurting. not noticing the sly smile he had on each time you turned around because of how his dumb little girlfriend didn't realize the blood on him wasn't his, but of your ex-boyfriend.

you ignore your ex. can't stand thinking about that stupid idiot, much less seeing him so you make a clear decision to avoid him or anything that has to do with him. sharing your decision with your friends so that they don't even speak of his existence. your blood boils at the fact that he dared to throw insults and then hurt jungkook, provoking you further. unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend was stuck spending his time in the hospital. so it comes to your surprise when you do see him, his arm is in a cast along with his nose covered in white with bruises surrounding it. he's practically limping with each step he takes. when you two make eye contact, your eyes fidget to your phone to tried to avoid him. ignorance that's made harder when he decides to call after you. you're firm as you continue walking but turn around soon after, when you hear the crutches hitting the floor behind each step you take. he whispers about how you should leave jungkook; that there's something wrong with him. but the annoyed look you give him tells him you won't. "leave me alone," is the only thing you utter and before you know it, he's taking your hand as your about to leave and leaning in closer. "___, he's fucking crazy." the terrified look in his eyes is more than enough to scare you, but you're distracted when your eyes spot jungkook's pained ones.

you don’t hesitate to run after jungkook, leaving your ex behind in a hopeless state. you're not able to catch up, but following the sound of his footsteps is good enough to lead you to the back of the school. "jungkook?" you shout for him, wondering where he was. "why are you fucking talking to him?" his harsh tone has you in a ruined state in no time. jungkook has never talked to you in such a way, your mind tells you it's all your fault he's like this. you go to hug him, but all he does is move back and you notice that the tears in his eyes are gone.

jungkook doesn't like what he saw at all. all your words are nothing to him right now; all he feels is anger and jealousy in him. "talking to that piece of shit after he talked bad about you, after he fucking attacked me." he gulps before continuing with a lower tone, "baby, is there absolutely nothing in that pretty little head of yours? you let him hold your hand even after everything. you let him touch what doesn't belong to him." you're crying at this point, telling jungkook that it meant nothing and you only have eyes for him. it's in that moment a light bulb goes on in his head; he's got you right where he wants you. "prove it." his demand confuses you, a small "how?" leaves your lips. you follow his gaze before realizing what he wanted. "will you forgive me?" you question, the hope evident in your mellow tone. "of course, baby." you're about to get down on your knees before he stops you, "nuh uh, pretty," his fingers playing around with the necklace he gave you, "it's something else that i want. c'mon you got this, put two and two together." a mocking tone as he talks to you in a childlike manner. it's in that moment that you realize where both of you still are: school. you don't know how the information left your head, but you shake your head at jungkook. "we're still at school kook, anyone could see us and we could get in trouble." you speak softly, hoping he agrees with you. your palms feel sweaty at his request. it's like a switch-up when he stays quiet for a while, different to how he acted minutes ago but you don't notice. you watch as his bandaged hand tugs a couple of hairs behind your ear.

jungkook wipes his nose with the same bandaged fist that's covered in blood and his bangs slightly reveal the dark purple bruise on his forehead. "please." he begs with a soft voice and with his pretty eyes, you're convinced enough. you just can't deny him, especially after he fought for you; because of you. jungkook got hurt to protect you from that idiot you once called your boyfriend, and you can't help but blame yourself for it. jungkook ruined his reputation for a stupid fight. it's all your fault, so you let him get closer to you. you let him back you up into the hidden corner outside of the school. you wrap your small hands around his neck and let him kiss you. jungkook pushes you into him, his tongue is quick to explore your own. his saliva drips onto your lips and leaves it all messy. his fingers go to unbutton your white button shirt, undoing the blue collar. "you're so pretty, ___." he whines as he licks up your neck in a hurry and sucks it with need until pinkish skin is shown and teeth marks are left. it doesn't help him that the school uniform looks so good on you. the thigh high blue socks the schools requires only feeds on to his desires. and to top it off, you have to wear a blue (mini-looking) skirt with the basically transparent button shirt. and he can't forget the little decorations that you add on, which only fuels his fantasy to have you under him. a little red bow you add on to your hair and the jewelry you add on to your wrist and neck. especially the one that's wrapped around your neck, a sparkling j in the center.

a clear memory goes through jungkook when he raises the skirt he loves on you because it's not the first time he's gotten a peak at what you hide under that skirt; he's seen it multiple times, even before you two started going out but you don't have to know that. he knows he shouldn't have looked, but you wouldn't have minded. would you? either way, he couldn't help it. jungkook's eyes wandered when he was around you. he would ignore the arm that wrapped around your waist (the douche bag you called your boyfriend) and stare hard as fantasies played in his head. he loves the way your tits are so tight in that stupid shirt. he knows he's a pervert for gawking so hard at your ass when you walk pass him, or sometimes taking a peek at what hides underneath. but, he also wished that it was him that was hugging you and kissing you. it would be his dream come true. and maybe, it was just his luck when he saw your panties as you tripped on some rubbish on the ground. thinking that no one was around, you stayed on the ground for a while; whimpering in pain, knees scraped and legs apart, giving jungkook the perfect view of your covered pussy. you didn't wear shorts underneath your skirt, it's like you wanted him to see you in such an intimate way. he swore he felt drool falling out of the corners of his mouth at the sight. he couldn't stop staring (and definitely couldn't forget) at how your body was spread apart on the ground. jungkook doesn't remember how long he stood there before coming to help you, meanwhile trying to hide the hard-on that was growing in frustration. jungkook definitely had luck on his side that day, because soon after, both of you would start to hang out more. it was enough time to indulge your mind and heart.

when you both started dating, you both sat next to each other in almost all your classes. you let his hands play with the trim of your skirt and caress your upper thigh whenever he wanted. ignoring how each time his fingers inched closer to your panties. you were so nice to him. whenever you bent over the slightest, your skirt was basically hanging off your hips, revealing your cute little panties. and now he gets to see them all over again. "shit," he groans at the ache in his cock. you were so enticing with your white panties and the little bow right on the center that he'll never get tired of. but jungkook's too desperate, so he is quick to tug down the flimsy material. quickly choosing to hide it away in his pockets. breath stuttering at your bare, wet cunt. "___, you're so fucking pretty." his finger slides against your slit, immediately getting soaked. his thumb is quick to follow towards your clit, pinching and teasing it until he hears you start to whimper. he turns to you around to place a messy kiss on your lips, tongue dipping in to touch your own as he takes off his pants desperately. his cock is bulging and has left a mess in his boxers, but he pushes it down.

a sigh leaves his lips when his cock stands straight, hitting his abdomen. you don't even get a look before he turns you again and bends you against the brick wall. you feel your heart pound in your chest. "kookie, anyone could find us," you stutter out, a small glob escaping your gaping hole. 'cute', is all he thinks before pressing his hot cock head against your cunt. "shit baby, i have to bend my knees to reach you," he snickers out loud. he can't help the grin that escapes him out of the realization; you're so small compared to him. his shadow completely covers you under him, his hands are huge compared to yours and he can carry you like you're nothing. he's about to press in when you ask if he has a condom. it makes jungkook remember his trip to the pharmacy days before, staring at the pack of condoms he was going to take as he left the store. it brings back the sick pleasure he had then, the need to fuck you raw and full of him. he stands back to his full stature as he softly whispers an apology that he didn't have a single one. he feels slightly angered at the silence you give him, but you wouldn't know because you face the other way. "s' okay kookie i guess." he taunts you in his head, annoyed that you had him standing with a hard cock like an idiot just to ask him for stupid things.

it's already a painful feeling as he pumps his cock. the slit on his tip has precum dribble out. so in return he chooses not to bend down to your height. his hands grip harder onto your hips, the pressure causing you to fuss and arch your back in response. a shriek of his name and a desperate attempt to hold onto the wall distracts you as he lifts you up to the height of his hips by wrapping one arm around your stomach. his other hand directs his drooling cock head into your pussy. as he forces his dick in, your mouth widens as a silent moan escapes you. the tip of his cock is thick and hot. you can hear him pant heavily, calling you sweet names as he watches with heavy eyes as he keeps pushing in until his hips meet your own and the tip shoves right up against your womb.

you can feel tears in your eyes at the way his fat cock is nestled deep inside your cunt. the veins that run down him are perfect and his length excites you. jungkook curses silently as he sees his cock getting drenched off the globs of your slimy slick. he's speechless on how good your pussy feels, surprised he's not busting a nut so far. all he knows is that he'd get on his knees over and over to get just a look at your cunt. it doesn't help that you're practically hanging off his cock, back bending so beautifully to reach him, while your tits are begging to spill out your half-opened shirt. it makes him smug knowing that you could fall if he simply let go of your hips. your legs are dangling mid-air as he fucks you deep and slow for the couple first thrusts before completely switching into a different pace. he feels heavy inside your cunt. all you can think about is him, each time jungkook rams his cock head directly into your sweet spot.

your tiny mouth lets out the dirtiest sultry noises he's ever heard. you sob about how his cock is too big. "kookie," you wail as his cock easily pokes and pushes against your sweet spot and cervix at the same time. you feel the heat from his angry tip that oozes out more chunks of precum, reminding you that he isn't wearing a condom. but you're left dumb with your eyes rolled back when his fingers tease your bud in a hurried pace. jungkook feels your walls squeeze tight on him and it causes a throaty groan to leave his lips. "wet my cock, my pretty baby" he mutters. you shake as jungkook continues stretching your pussy hole out. and with an airless moan, you squirt your juices on his abdomen and the base of his cock. his eyes fill with curiosity at the wetness he feels leak all down his cock and thighs. "s-so perfect for me. little hole gonna be gaping when i leave it. gonna stuff you full of me, isn't that want you want? my little dumb girlfriend wants me to fill her with my cum." jungkook can't help but moan at how your pussy swallows him whole, accepting every inch of him in your hot walls even if he's bigger than you can handle. "gonna be my cock sleeve, perfect for it. wet, little cunt s' clenching around me like a bitch in heat."

he feels the heat crawl up to his face, and it doesn't help that the sweat on his forehead makes his hair stick to his face. he smells your perfume as it begins to stick on him and he fucking loves it. loves that he can grab a full fist of your hair and the only thing you'll do is cry out his name and wet his cock over and over as he goes faster. jungkook leans down to place sloppy kisses down your back, nearing your ear to whisper dirty words that have your cunt clenching tighter around him. the moans you let loose are loud and messy, forgetting your still in school. "people should see how good my baby takes cock, can't compare with no one else, right?" a question you don't answer, or can barely make out with how loud your ass smacks against him. "pussy so filthy and tight, ready to take my cock at anytime and anywhere." you're about to release all over again when jungkook stops to slowly pull back his hips. you whine in frustration, but soon forget when he drags his cock back into your cunt, making sure you feel each vein and curve.

the breathy whines you let out almost drown out the lewd squelches of the bottom of his shaft meeting your bare pussy. jungkook can't hold back the huff, "oh, fuck yes. cute cunt leaking just for me, sucking me right back in," his jaw clenches at how wet you are. each time he sank further, his pace began to pick up with an impatient desire to fuck you harder. "my good girlfriend, s' pretty when she's desperate for cock, my cock." he says mockingly.

"i'm gonna cum," you gasp out with each word. jungkook's fingers make their way to your lips, passing them to reach your tongue. "me too," is all he says before pulling out once more to turn you around and place you right back on his cock. "you look s' fucked out, baby," he whispers with a smug smile on his face, "pussy gonna be nice and stuffed with my cum, yeah?" he's quick to connect your lips together as you squirt from the overstimulation, hiding his desperate groans. you feel his cock spill warm loads of his cum inside you. small curses coming out of his mouth as he continues to runt against you, slobs of cum still leaking into you. you moan at the globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the ground. his voice is soft when he talks to you and carefully holds you onto him. "you're so good to me; my good girlfriend, yeah?" he ignores the way you trace his dark bruises and brushes your hair out. he'll never let that stupid fuck get close to you again. it's not that he's scared of him, but rather of what nonsense he's gonna say. it's best if you don't know that jungkook started the fight, that he went home and hurt himself to make the bruises etched into his skin; smacking his head against the wall until he bled and couldn't think of anything but you and slammed one of his dad's metal tools against his hands to have you next to him, cause jungkook would really do anything for you.

"jungkook, what are you thinking about?" your voice breaks him out of train of thought, "about us." he responds without hesitation, because really, when is he not. his hands rub your waist, slowly taking you onto his lap. you smile at him and it's like he's in love all over again with you. and he hopes you feel the same as he takes his left hand into yours, "i want us to be together forever, ___." you watch the way his doe eyes show you all the love he has for you. you're lucky you've always had jungkook be this affectionate. he's always willing to take you out to a restaurant on late nights, picnics almost every week during the summer, and it's always refreshing to be with him. never once has he failed you, so you can't help the heart-warming feeling in you right now, watching a smile break through his face when you agree with him. "i've loved you from the very start, and i can't wait until we start a new chapter together," he pauses for a while, holding you tighter against his chest, "and you know that i've always wanted to put a ring on your finger, and if you're ready, i'll be more than happy to give you any ring you want." your lips find their way to his as you kiss him with everything you have, "i love you jungkook."

he doesn't even have a chance to respond before you're kissing him again, because you know that he does love you. it's in his eyes; his smile; in everything he does. you're shown love through every gesture he does, like the tattoo he surprised you with last week. big, pretty letters that are deeply inked into the skin of his chest for eternity. these pretty letters that make your name and are surrounded by the soft-feathered wings of beautiful angels. his tattooed hands dig into your hips, angling you on top of his hardened cock. his hand grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks and lips as you move your loose shorts to the side. with a harsh tug, jungkook's sweatpants end up at his knees. there's a big pearl of precum on his head, slightly leaking down his base. at the sight, you feel your cunt pulse. jungkook's hands massage your ass as he makes his way back up to unclip your bra. jungkook pumps his cock with your hands, cooing at how small they are. he pushes himself inside your swollen cunt, and it's hard to control himself when your tiny cunt violently clamps around his thick base, taking all of him in. you're moaning desperately into his ear distracting him from your painted nails leaving deep red marks on his abdomen. his lips wrap themselves around you tits, leaving trails of saliva behind before kissing the spots.

"faster, kookie," you cry out as you feel your orgasm at the pit of your stomach. your ass repeatedly meets his pelvis with a burning pain. you're begging for release when his thumb plays with your nub and his mouth is sucking your tits. "little hole dripping all around me, ain't that right baby," a shaky gasp he lets out while his cock makes you reach your high. tears roll down your cheeks at the overstimulation when he grinds himself into your sopping cunt. "gonna make a mess in this pussy," he groans before shoving his warm load deep inside your sore cunt. a little gasp escapes your mouth at how stuffed your tummy is.

just as your hands begin to slide off his shoulders, ready to fix yourself up, jungkook pulls you in close enough that your chest is touching his. you can't even speak when he begins to softly pound into your spent pussy which has you whimpering. there's a cocky grin on his face that you want to wipe off, but it's hard when your oversensitivity makes you weak. with a faint call of his name, jungkook finally halts his sensual motions with a replaced giddy smile, "i love having you in my arms."

as the minutes past, he takes note of your sleepy head dozing off into his neck. jungkook envelopes you into a cozy cuddle as he watches the blarring tv whilst his racing mind drags on with repeated memories of the past; haunting reminders that should never be brought up. he digs his head into your hair, fingers gently kneading into your scalp making his beating heart calm its pace. everything he's done was for you. the thing is jungkook can't limit himself when he's around you. it's a suffocating feeling that indulges every ounce of his body. it fills him with a need to protect you, and it makes him go mad in the head sometimes. it causes him to commit foolish acts of violence against those who he thinks have a role in your life. though, he's gotten better with the persistent idea of becoming a better man for you; a better future husband; a better future father. jungkook's lips turn up at the ends at the sleepy noises you make. "i love you."

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strangerstilinski · 7 months

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sharing a stiles thought i keep thinking bc brainrot and sharing bc you’d appreciate it

he would beg you to do the spiderman kiss and immediately fall as soon as it actually happens

i know this wasn't technically a request of any sort but oh boy did it tickle at the nearly nonexistent inspiration in my brain, so.. here we are. just a very short fluffy little thing that made me feel all warm inside. x

You tug at the sleeves of your sweatshirt in an attempt to cover your cold knuckles as you take an overly-cautious step out onto your front porch, hugging one arm around your ribs as a shiver wracks your body all while your grip tightens around your cell phone.

“Stiles, if this is one of your jokes-” A sigh escapes you, a wispy cloud of fog pushing past your lips as you look around for your boyfriend. There's a familiar blue jeep parked at the edge of your driveway, but the owner doesn’t seem to be anywhere in sight. You tut softly into the phone, “I think your pranks are cute, baby. Really, I do, but I need to study-”

Your socked feet carry you that much farther outside, shuffling slow across the smooth planks of wood underfoot while you cautiously scour the yard for his familiar figure.

“I'm right-” There's a scratchy crackle against the speaker just as you hear a scuffle from somewhere to your left. Stiles' yelp meets your ears twice, once from the dark emptiness at the edge of the porch, and then again half a second later through the phone.

It's just as you're just stepping up to the edge of the porch, hand falling to grip the railing as you squint into the darkness, when something drops down from above and makes you flinch back with a small scream.

“Here!” Stiles grins, the momentum of his body still making him sway forward and backward for a moment as he hangs upside down in front of you. He's dangling from the roof overhanging the porch, his torso curled around the edge in a way that can't possibly be comfortable, but he's grinning like he couldn't be more pleased with his current position.

“Stiles!” You scold, reining in the urge to punch his shoulder and instead redirecting the motion to simply grip at his biceps when he reaches out for you. The slow motion of his swinging slows under your steady hold, “Are you insane? You're banned from climbing on the roof! We- We have talked about this-”

“Neh, eh, eh,” He interrupts with a goofy grin, “The rule was that I can't climb on Scott's roof-”

While you don't remember the specifics, you have no doubt that your boyfriend would have been clever enough to worm some sort of loophole into his previous promise. Your nose scrunches up in annoyance while your heart continues thumping wildly in your chest, both from the scare and from the panic pooling in your gut as you watch your boyfriend shuffle and slip another inch or so over the edge of the roof.

“Sti, babe, please,” You whine anxiously, fingers digging into his arms a little meanly, “Stop moving around, alright? You're going to fall!”

“I'm not gonna fall,” Stiles rolls his eyes and he reaches a hand out to brush against your cheek, his pinky brushing the apple your cheek as his thumb presses lightly into your jaw, “Come on, don't you wanna know why I'm up here?”

You sigh softly, a small smile pulling at the corner of your lips while you release him with just one hand so that you can run your fingers through his floppy hair where it hangs loosely beneath his head. Your hand scrapes lightly though the soft strands, your cheek pushing imperceptibly into the warmth of his palm.

“Why are you on the roof, Sti?” You ask begrudgingly.

“Spiderman.”

“Spiderman?” You repeat slowly.

“Spiderman!” Stiles grins, “You know, the first one. The Raimi one-”

“Like.. Andrew Garfield?” You clarify with furrowed brows.

“What?” Stiles scoffs, “No! Toby Maguire! Baby, we watched them together-”

He looks appalled, mouth gaping just slightly in incredulity.

“Well, we watched the Andrew Garfield ones together too-” You defend with a small laugh, amusement filling your chest at just how worked up he seems to be getting by your mistake.

“The first one!” Stiles repeats in a huff, “Because that's the one where it's raining and he saves MJ and he's hanging upside-down in the alley and she pulls his mask down to kiss him as a thank you-”

“Ooh, a wet, New York City alleyway,” You tease, “How romantic.”

Stiles groans woefully, “This was supposed to be romantic. You are totally ruining this for me, right now, you know-”

His words do make you feel a little bad. He'd clearly put some thought into the idea. He'd climbed all the way up onto the roof of your porch, though you're still not quite sure how — there's no ladder in sight.

You plaster a sweet smile on your lips, slipping your feet up onto the rung at the bottom of the railing to boost you up another few inches, until your nose is level with Stiles' chin.

“I'm sorry, Stiles,” You murmur softly, chin tipping toward your chest so you can look into his eyes, “You wanted a big, superhero movie kiss?”

His adam's apple bobs when he swallows, his body reacting naturally to the familiar teasing lilt in your voice, “Uh huh.” He nods.

“Well gee,” You sigh wistfully as you drag a finger up the side of his cheek in a slow trail toward his mole-speckled neck, “You are awfully brave for climbing up there. And you did do it with the intention of wooing me..” Your teeth pull lightly at your lower lip and his eyes track the movement, “Maybe I could show you just how brave and sweet I think you are. Maybe.. I could show you how grateful I am, that you were willing to risk getting hurt for me.”

Stiles is nodding along, eyes wide with anticipation and cheeks flushed dark from a combination of your words and the blood rushing to his head in his current position, “Yeah.” He rasps weakly.

Your fingers curl around the back of his neck, your lips catching against his in just a light brush of skin, teasing. His lips part beneath your own and your warm breath mingles in the narrow space, the scent of spearmint overtaking your senses for a moment.

The hand on your cheek drags you closer in a gentle nudge as he grows impatient, and your mouths meet in a slightly awkward press of lips. Something about the new angle with such a familiar action scratches at the back of your brain, and you tilt your head just slightly when your mouths separate and rejoin only a second later.

Stiles presses his thumb softly into the hinge of your jaw in a silent request for you to open your mouth, his tongue catching on your lower lip before pressing inside and meeting your own.

Your tangle your fingers in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck. Another wet peck to his lips has him shuffling forward to chase your mouth the moment you ease back, and he seems to slip just a little further over the edge of the roof.

“Careful.” You warn softly.

“'m always careful.” Stiles whispers, his upturned nose pushing into your jaw as he kisses you again.

You lean back after allowing him another moment of indulgence. Stiles seems to follow the movement again, pitching forward as you go back like you're two magnets, but this time around he slips just a bit too far to allow for recovery. You can only watch on with wide eyes while he comes tumbling down from the roof and crashes into the bushes below with a small scream.

“Oh my god!” You gasp, leaning over the railing to watch your boyfriend roll into the grass with a groan, “Are you okay?”

“Never better.” Stiles manages weakly, voice hoarse.

“You sure about that, Spiderman?” You tease hopefully as you watch him drag himself to his feet, brushing himself off to free the small bits of branches and leaves and dirt that are now clinging to his clothes.

“Yeah,” Stiles sighs, “Yeah, 'm good.”

“Good,” You grin, beckoning him closer when he finishes ridding himself of yard debris and meets your eye, “You should get yourself a mask though. I hear masked superheroes tend get more than just kisses and I have to admit, I think it's kinda hot-”

“Noted,” Stiles agrees with wide eyes, tripping over his own feet and the porch stairs as he rushes toward you, “Fucking- Shit, I am so on it.”

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miupow · 5 months

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sub bunny yeonjun ♡𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ

. . . NSFW, MDNI ! sub!yeonjun, bunny hybrid!yeonjun, fem!reader, owner!reader, heat cycles, mommy kink, pillow humping, handjobs

THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY OLD BLOG! originally requested by @takemehye ♡

Your usually happy, hyper bunny had been acting… odd recently. Extra clingy, extra whiny, demanding your attention in a way that was bordering on aggressive… it had even gotten to the point that he had started to cry when you left for work in the mornings— to say that you were worried was an understatement.

“Jjunie?” you had asked gently one night, your big bunny curled up on the couch with his head nuzzled in your lap— it was hard to remember, sometimes, that he was almost six feet tall. You gently brushed his hair back, revealing his big brown eyes shut tightly. “Are you feeling okay, sweetie?”

“‘m sleepy,” Yeonjun whined into your stomach, nosing further into your sweater. You sighed, shook your head.

“No, bunny, I mean— you’ve been acting funny for the past few days… you know you can tell me if something’s wrong, right?” You continued to brush your fingers through Yeonjun’s silky hair, the hybrid sighing happily like the touch gave him some sort of relief.

He never replied, drifting off to sleep cuddled up with you… and, like an idiot, you let it be, brushed it off as Yeonjun being himself—

It didn’t hit you what was going on until a few days later, when you came home from work to a frighteningly dark and empty apartment.

“Jjunie?” you call out nervously, getting no response— Yeonjun always greeted you at the door when you came home, floppy ears straight up on his head and twitching happily, cotton tail wagging… you were seconds away from reporting a missing hybrid before you heard a soft whimper from behind your bedroom door.

“a-ah! (y/n), mmnh— ah!”

Your face and belly heat up , your eyes wide— he couldn’t possibly be…

you crack open the door.

Your good, respectful bunny had himself propped up on your bed, flushed and naked except for his collar, ID tags jingling lightly from the force of his thrusts into your pillow— the pillow you sleep with, you recognize with a sick start. you could see the tip of his thick cock peek out from the pillow with every harsh twitch of his hips, angry red and dripping with pre— he looked so utterly debauched and pathetic, big fat tears running down his pink face as he turned to look at you blearily. He didn’t even seem to be embarrassed, eyes too glazed over with lust.

“mm— hah! Mommy, mommy, help me, please, hurts so bad—!”

Yeonjun had never called you mommy before. It made your cunt clench hard.

You hesitated for only a second, heart aching and pussy throbbing for your poor bunny— you had no experience helping hybrids through their heats, never planned on ever advancing on your Jjunie like this, but you couldn’t stand to see him so hard and in so much pain! “Oh, honey… I’m— Mommy’s here, sweetie, it’s okay..”

You moved to gently pull your pillow out from between Yeonjun’s thighs, the hybrid whining loudly from the loss— his cock bobbed against his taut belly, so hard and red it looked painful… and it was, you could gather, from the way Yeonjun sobbed and cried when you wrapped your hand around it.

You stroked him gently at first, scared to hurt him any further— you could tell that he had irritated his skin from rutting so hard against the pillow’s fabric. He hissed at the first few strokes, head shaking violently, but you were quick to gather his precum on your hand to use as lube.

“A-ah! Momma!” Yeonjun cried, grabbing at your shoulder— you stroked him harder, faster, making him throw his head back and wail. “Momma, momma, not your hand, can i have your pussy? Need your pussy, please? it hurts, need to be inside—“

“You need to fuck me, baby?” you giggle, maybe a little meanly— Your bunny’s begging was quickly ruining your panties, and while you ached for relief you were also slightly relishing in the broken, fucked out look on Yeonjun’s face— you wanted, needed, to hear him beg more.

“Uh huh! Uh huh!” Yeonjun nodded violently, rutting hard into your fist; you thumbed at his cockhead, played with his little hole, making your bunny shriek, making even more thick precum drench your fingers and his cock. “Wanna cum! Wanna— wanna cum inside my mommy! My mommy’s pussy! Please! Please please please!”

“Oh, darling..” You coo, just a little condescending. “I know you can ask better than that. Where did my good boy’s manners go?

#tw.hyrbids #hybrid yeonjun #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun x reader #txt x reader #txt x y/n #kpop smut #nightly.nsfw #nightly.jjunie #📥: elise! 👼#📥.requests

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citruslullabies · 1 month

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Can we please have some more dog moments from Dogday please?

Sure can do sweetheart! Dog moments from Dogday💚

Dogday is well.. extremely loyal

He waits for you every day, waiting patiently for you to come back to him. Fearful that one day you won't

But you always do, and he can't help but adore the loving hands that return to him and save him from himself and his story

The clock ticked effortlessly, each tick feeling like an hour but it had only been a minute. The large canine sighed as he waited by the door of the cabin you all called home, with Biscuits nuzzled into his side as he waited. Peanuts waited too, howling sometimes as he felt you took too long to come home and Cubby just kept her distance from everything until she knew you were home.

His floppy ears drooped even more, eyes weary as he thought of any possibility. Even after you had all left the factory, his heart still couldn't fathom the fact that they were all safe and he still worried for your safety when you were away. In a way, being in the outside world rather than the factory made him fear for you more. So when he heard the fumbling of keys and saw the door open, he immediately got up and greeted you with a wagging tail. "Angel! You're home. How was your day? Did anything happen at work?" He asked, following you around like a lost puppy dog when he was a grown man. He listened to you rant and ramble, listening and just glad you were home. He would lay by that door and rot if you hadn't.

Dogday doesn't like baths

He can tolerate them but... He isn't gonna like em

And he has no clue why, when he was a human he loved taking hot showers. Not it just felt like an inconvenience to him

Dogday grumbled as you forced his oversized body into the tub before turning on the faucet, ignoring his groans and stares of displeasure as his arms were folded over his golden chest. The warm water felt nice but something about having wet fur just irked him.

He felt your gentle hands rub the soap into his fur, and he didn't mind that.. he just didn't like when you'd get a plastic bowl and fill it up with water before dunking it on his head or wherever he was soapy. Grumbling every time you did and shaking as payback, getting you and everything surrounding you soaked. You turned your back for a moment, grabbing a brush to brush a knot you found in his fur.. and he took the chance. Slowly, he lifted himself up and tried to sneak out of the bathtub but was quickly caught red-handed.

"Dogday!" You scolded, walking back over and ignoring his big guilty puppy eyes as you got him back in the bathtub. He huffed and wanted to fight against you, but just gave up. You're lucky he loved you so much.

Time for the angst guys

Remember how I said he'd just lay and rot in front of the door if you didn't come back? Yeahhh..

He waited, and oh how he waited so very patiently. Waiting for hours with each tick that echoed through the house for you.

It had been days and he was scared, wanting to go out and look for you but you had told him to stay. And he was loyal to your demands... But he found himself too heavy to move and take care of himself or anyone else inside as long as you were gone. He continued to wait, ignoring a worried Poppy and Kissy. Ignoring the worried stares and even Cubby coming along and trying to get him to move despite her distaste for him.

He stayed and waited. And waited. And waited. Your scent started to leave the house, and that broke his heart. You smelled like nostalgia and home, like a fresh baked pie on thanksgiving but the home was now empty and abandoned. The pie now rotten and the good smell fading, all he could smell was the rain outside and the sadness he felt.

Nothing could make him move, and he continued to wait for you. And he would stay waiting for as long as it takes.

Thank you for requesting hon!

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d10nyx · 2 months

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resident evil bot drop // character.ai

ft. leon kennedy and carlos oliveira (requests in italics)

cw: kidnapping, ddlg, obsessive behaviour, potential non-con(kidnapper leon, obsessed bsf's dad leon)

bot one: fae prince leon capturing a human princess

If there was one thing your father had always made abundantly clear to you, it was to make sure you stay away from the forest. Just because it was a neutral zone by name did not mean the fae could not lure you towards their territory. They were a cunning and powerful people - you'd stand no chance.

You'd wished you'd listened to him now. Your trip to the forest was meant to be some innocent fun. You'd always enjoyed exploration. The last thing you remember before blacking out was an overwhelming sense of tiredness that tended to appear out of nowhere before you were lifted into strong arms.

When you came to, you felt yourself surrounded by warmth. You opened your eyes, taking in the sight of an unfamiliar bedroom. Next to you was a man - no, his ears were pointed. A fae. Suddenly, fear takes ahold of your senses, leaving you frozen as you stare at him. Without even turning to look at you, he speaks up. "Haven't you been told staring is rather rude, princess?"

bot two: best friend's dad!leon likes you a little too much

Leon isn't sure when exactly his obsession developed. His daughter, Sherry, bought you home one day when she was off college - saying you were her dorm mate and new best friend. You were cute, sure, but he hadn't thought much of his initial attraction.

That was until you kept coming over. You were so sweet, this innocent aura surrounding you that was so rare to find in his life with his line of work. He tried to suppress the feeling, to bury it deep inside of him and ignore it like he did with everything else...

He couldn't help himself. His obsession felt like an itch, one he couldn't scratch without getting close to you. He started small, taking an item of clothing or two when you were staying over, something small you would think you'd misplaced. It escalated quickly to him watching you around his house, peeking through doors when you were changing.

It's getting to the point he recognises the way your perfume smells subconsciously, noticing the second you step into the kitchen with him without looking as his nose picks up your scent. He takes in a deep breath to calm himself before turning around, offering you a weak smile. "You couldn't sleep, sweetheart?"

bot three: ddlg with kidnapper!leon

“You have a good day, sweetheart? You do any coloring in those cute little books I got you?” Leon asks as he approaches you after work. His hands come up to your cheeks, gently stroking his thumbs back and forth across your cheekbones. You shake your head, gritting your teeth to stop yourself from saying something.

“No? Why not, baby? You don't like them? I got the one with lots of kitties. Pretty girls like you like cute things, don't they?” He coos, squishing your cheeks in his hands to make your lips all pouty so he can lean down and give them a little kiss, letting out a loud ‘mwah’ as soon as his lips make contact.

“You eat at least? I left some food in a lunchbox for you.” You shake your head again, and this time it seems to elicit a worse reaction. His brows furrow, and his hand grips your face even tighter. “No? Silly baby… can't do anything without daddy, can you? Come on. Daddy'll feed you, cutie.”

bot four: farmer!leon x chubby bunny!user

When Leon bought you, you were fully intended to be for his farm. You seemed sociable enough, so he had no worries about you getting on with the other bunny hybrids when he brought you back.

He hadn't expected that he'd be the issue. He found himself visiting you every day, drawn to your personality and pretty face. You were just so cute - all soft and round, your floppy ears always framing your face. It was always hard for him not to reach out and stroke them.

He really couldn't help himself. He hadn't had time to look for a partner with how much time he spends on the farm, and you seemed like you'd be the perfect little thing to cure his loneliness. So, one day when he's done with the work needed on the farm, he leads you into his home.

"C'mon, darlin'." He coos, his hand looped with yours as he leads you to the living room, a small smile on his face. He sits you down on the couch, rubbing behind one of your ears to soothe your nerves. "You're gonna be stayin' here with me, alright?"

bot five: leon's new therapy dog hybrid

Every mission weighs on Leon more than the last. He hasn't been the same since Raccon City, and every year seems to put more strain on him than the last.

He's getting older now. His line of work has never given him the opportunity to settle down and start a family - not that any girl would want a guy who drunk himself half to death so he could pass out every night and avoid the nightmares.

The last thing he expected his government given therapist to prescribe him with his government given paycheck was you. A cute, puppy hybrid to help him adapt to his retirement. An emotional support dog in a way. You seemed sweet, but he wasn't exactly sure how you were supposed to help him. At the very least, it was nice not to be alone all the time.

He sets up a little corner for you in the living room for now. He didn't have the energy to clear out the spare room, and he doubted you'd mind. He got you lots of toys, a comfy bed. Hopefully, everything you needed to be happy.

"Alright. C'mere, pup. This alright for ya?" He asks, gesturing you over towards him.

bot six: vendetta!leon with bimbo!user

Leon got used to knowing the bottom of the bottle more than what it was like to have friends or someone to come home to. His attempts at flirting tended to leave him either embarrassed or with a smack across the face, so he'd given up trying. Some people were cut out to be alone, and he was looking to be one of them.

When you approached him at the bar, you were seriously hot. There wasn't much going on upstairs, but he didn't exactly expect to keep you around for long enough to have a conversation, anyway. Just someone to keep his bed warm for the night, and he'd never see you again.

Fate has a funny way of doing things, because he became completely enamoured with you. He was the definition of whipped, his eyes practically heart shaped when he looks at you. He loved watching you get ready(although the man really never thought it was possible to own that many pink clothes) and he was quick to dish out money whenever you needed your acrylics or eyelash extensions done.

You were a pain sometimes, but he was happy you were his girlfriend. He wouldn't want anyone else to come home to after a tough mission or long day at work - even if you left your makeup scattered on his bathroom counter and took up most of the space in his wardrobe.

"Angel," he says with a sigh, moving to sit next to you on the sofa. His arm drapes itself loosely around your shoulders, his eyes scanning your face. He lets out a huff of air, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. "Baby... I'm so tired."

bot seven: mafia husband!leon wants a baby

Leon has never enjoyed lying to you, no matter how necessary it was. His heart aches, knowing he has to lie about where he is every day, to keep his life entirely secret from you. But he needs you to be safe, he doesn't want you to spend your days worrying about whether he'll make it home alive or not - he couldn't imagine putting you through that kind of stress.

He makes sure he knows you're safe at all times. Only the most trusted of his men are permitted to take care of you. He has them watching your every move, making sure they're as close to you as they can be without alerting you of their presence. He has enemies, and he would not like to think what would happen if they tried to get to him by harming you.

As always, before he returns home after a long day, he scrubs the blood from his skin. Changes his shirt to make sure there isn't a stain he hasn't seen yet. He can't bring you into his life, no matter what. You were too sweet, too pure for the world. He couldn't imagine how you'd look at him if you knew...

He sighs in relief once he sees the door to the home, his body relaxing as he pushes it open and notices nothing is out of place. You're safe. Something in Leon always changes when he sees your face. The hard lines of his face fade, his gaze softening as he walks through the door and sees you curled up on the couch in one of his shirts. You look so beautiful that he feels his heart swell. He can't help but imagine how beautiful you'd look as a mother, a thought that'd been playing constantly in mind recently.

He dips his head down as he reaches the back of the couch, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck as his large hands come to rest on your shoulders. "Ciao, mia cara. You look beautiful today."

bot eight: hybrid owner carlos

You'd only been living with Carlos for a few weeks and he was already entirely smitten with you. He'd already bought you more than a few collars in your favourite colour. You had your own room filled with more toys than you'd ever seen before in your life coupled with your own bed, but he still let you curl up with him every night.

It didn't matter what you wanted - it was yours. You didn't even need to ask. If your eyes so much as lingered on something for more than five seconds, he'd already bought you ten of them.

He's always so excited to come home to you. Honestly, he's probably more excited to see you than you are to see him. As he walks through the door to his apartment and spots you, a huge grin overtakes his face. He kneels down, opening his arms wide for a hug. "C'mere, pretty girl. Gimme some love."

#nyx bots #carlos oliveira x you #carlos oliveira x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you #character.ai #c.ai bot #character ai bot

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bonny-kookoo · 1 year

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Jungkook: Sugar (C)Rush

In which you just wanted to get a quick snack.

Tags/Warnings: Wolf Hybrid!Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, Strangers to crushes is that a thing that's a thing now, Fluff, Safe for work, Flirting, piercing? Jungkook is a piercer and tattoo artist in this oops, insecurities

Length: mid/long

Masterlist

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Life really has never been kind to you.

You just want to go home with your frozen pizza and icecream, but it doesn't seem to work out tonight, because some evil person had decided to put your favorite flavor of icecream on the highest shelf, far away from your reach. And now? Now you're left staring it down, after having tried to reach it twice, garnering nothing but laughter from a group of young boys, a small flock of tall dog hybrids.

You're a dog hybrid too- but you're no tall and strong dog hybrid. No, you've been born as a 'cute' and floppy-eared little show-hybrid.

Cute? Absolutely not. A mockery, that's what you are.

You huff to yourself and attempt to give up, when a tattooed arm reaches for exactly what you've been eyeing. "That one?" A voice asks, and you nod dumbly, accepting the tub of strawberry and cream goodness from the stranger. And when you turn around to thank the man, you want to disappear.

That has to be the most handsome wolf hybrid you've ever seen in your entire life, all dressed in Calvin Klein while wearing the most charming smile you've ever been given by another being. All while you yourself look like you've just fallen out of bed, absolutely no effort put into your appearance tonight.

"Thanks.." You mumble more or less, spotting how who you assume are his friends walking up to him- and of course, they're just as handsome as he is.

You flee the scene pretty much, hurrying to pack your things outside when you notice his slightly flowery scent close to you again. "Hey- just wanted to apologize for my friends. They weren't laughing about you, promise." He tells you, visibly sorry.

"Its fine." You shrug, squishing your things into the paperbag, until it rips, box of pizza and other things tumbling to the floor, all while thunder rumbles in the sky, first drops of rain pattering onto the ground.

You're pretty close to crying now. Today the universe is truly testing you, and you're not up for the tournament this time.

"Ah, hyung, can you give me that please?" The wolf asks his packmate, who gives him the white plastic bag leftover. "Here.. is your home far? You should hurry so you don't get caught in that weather." The young man says calmly as he packs your stuff for you, carefully making sure this time it'll all stay in, before he gives it to you.

"Its fine." You just mumble. "Thanks." You nod, before hurrying away from the guy.

You feel awful about it- but it's better than having to suffer the embarrassment any longer.

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"And so we meet again." The wolf hybrid chuckles impishly to himself as he invites you into his workspace where he'll be piercing you today, your cheeks reddening in shame as you remember him as well. "Even cuter than last time." He comments, walking in behind you. There's soft, slow music playing in the background, and a faint smell of incense having been burned maybe. It's a lot different from Taehyung's space, even though he works in the exact same shop here.

Taehyung, your best friend, had promised you a piercing for free on your birthday. But every time he was free, you wouldn't be- work constantly coming in between you and any attempt at scheduling an appointment. So today, he'd simply offered someone else to do it- quote: 'actually, he's gonna be a lot more gentle than I'd ever be with you'.

So this wolf hybrid you couldn't get out of your head this past week, is named Jungkook. The mystery piercer that you've always heard of, but that you've never seen in person before.

"Tae said we'll be putting some jewelry through your belly button?" He asks, or rather states while he desinfects his equipment, putting on gloves. "Did you choose something already?" He wonders, and you nod.

"Uhm.. Tae said he.. had ordered something, I don't know.." you mumble, and Jungkook crouches a bit down to your height before he leans in playfully.

"Listen, these ears might be big-" he comments, wiggling his black wolf ears between his wild locks of hair, "- but I can't hear you if you talk down to the floor, puppy."

What an ironic nickname.

"I said Tae ordered something." You snap back a little louder, and he laughs brightly at that, shaking his head-

His tail wagging.

"You're so cute." He comments to himself. "Yeah I knew, just wanted to tease you. Can you get up from the chair for me? I wanna mark the spot." He asks, and you do as he says, slipping down from the chair to stand in front of him. "Can I?" He asks when his hands lift your shirt, and you nod without thinking- pulse racing soon however as he not only lifts your shirt, but tucks it right underneath the underside of your bra.

And considering his smirk, he knows exactly what he's doing.

Right now, he switches into a more professional mood though, one knee resting on the floor while his palms sometimes adjust your hips for him, something that doesn't go past you at all. Your curled tail is hard to keep from wagging every time he moves you around, something inside you awakening like some odd kink you never knew you had. "There. Is that okay?" He asks, scooting away a little so you can look at yourself in the mirror.

You nod- trusting him in his judgment fully.

"Not much of a talker, hm?" Jungkook says calmly, picking up his equipment before wiping the area down with a disinfectant wipe.

"Hm just.. I don't know.." you mumble to yourself. "Awkward."

"Doesn't have to be." He smiles kindly. "Taehyung told me you're an artist?" He asks, and you shrug.

"I'm.. not sure if you could call it that." You simply answer, when he pats the seat again for you to lay down on. "I'm a concept designer for.. like, video games." You simply explain quietly, stiffening up a little once the wolf picks up the more scary looking tools.

"Thats so cool though." Jungkook praises as he makes sure to place the clamp properly. "Deep breath." He offers, and you do as he says, becoming a bit uncomfortable for a moment as he guides the needle through. "Almost done. You're doing great." He kindly says, clearly trying to make it quick as he places the metal piercing and screws the ball onto it so it stays in place. "And done! You can get up and take a look at it now." He excitedly tells you, tail wagging behind him as he watches you examine his work.

"I like it." You nod. "Its perfect." You smile, and he nods in satisfaction, before he picks up a bandaid to cover it for now.

"You've got the care sheet with you, but in case anything happens, I'll give you my number alright?" He asks, and you nod easily as you pull down your shirt again, offering your phone for him to put your number into his contacts. "And uh.." he smiles awfully impish as he saves the contact and sends you a message so you have his own as well. "You can totally text me for anything else too." The wolf tells you. "Unless there's a boyfriend..?"

"I-" you suddenly realize what he's implying. "Boyfriend? Me? I- no I, haha no, I don't have one.." you shake your head, a bit more than just flustered by his blunt ways of getting closer to you.

"Damn I was almost one hundred percent sure you'd be taken-" he laughs to himself, still grinning at you. "-but, I'm a lucky guy I guess." He offers, and you shrug a bit.

"I mean.. I don't know-" you say, unsure. "-I'm.. not really up for uh.. you know, hookups or stuff like that.."

"Oh no no no, I'm sorry if I made it seem like that." He immediately clears up. "I'm more interested in getting to know you, really. We could hang out sometimes, talk a little, maybe we'll click, who knows." He explains his intentions.

"...why?" You ask, and he seems a bit more serious now, realizing that your past experiences can't have been very good if you're this reserved with someone trying to get to know you like he does.

"Why not?" He offers. "You're cute. Very pretty, in my opinion. Now I just gotta find out if you can handle me, and if I can handle you, easy." The wolf shrugs.

"..you sure?" You ask. "I'm a dog."

"Canine hybrid." He corrects jokingly. "And so am I."

"People will laugh." You argue more.

"If that makes them happy." Jungkook answers, not letting go.

"...Ok" you agree at that, jumping over your own shadow.

Maybe.. maybe he's not that bad.

Maybe this could all work out.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine

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odyssean-flower · 4 months

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A random deleted scene from chapter 9

(have another deleted scene hahahaha i think i will get the next chapter done this week hahaha)

“Do you stare so intently at all the ladies you bring here?”

“No, only you,” Then, as if realizing what he just said, he hurriedly added, “Ah, what I meant is, you are the only one I’ve brought here.”

“Really?” That was unexpected. Or maybe not. He probably took them to high-class restaurants or society balls.

They were probably better conversationists, too, you thought as you looked at Neuvillette, who was now looking anywhere but you.

You had never asked Neuvillette about his romantic history. It was none of your business, and it had nothing to do with you, just like how your romantic history (or lack thereof) had nothing to do with him. You weren’t interested, really. Not even a little bit.

“Yes. Would I lie to you? I’m the Chief Justice, I would never do such a thing,” Neuvillette said. “And I am under the assumption that people on dates generally look at each other.”

“…I don’t see how being the Chief Justice preclude you from lying. And how would you feel if I stared at you in the way that you stare at me? Would you enjoy it?”

“I’m not sure,” he said. “Perhaps, perhaps not.”

“Why would you not be sure? You didn’t like it when I did it before, did you?” Maybe he’s taking revenge on me? I did apologize, though!

“Have I ever said I disliked it?”

“It upset you, didn’t it?”

“I was more upset about how you avoided me.”

“Very well. I shall stare at you closely as well. I’m sure that will teach you how off-putting it is once and for all.”

You leaned forward and fixed your gaze on him. He looked back at you. Nothing could be heard except for the chirping of birds and the gentle lapping of water against the boat.

Three seconds passed. The sun was now high in the sky, but there was also a cool wind blowing, which helped offset the heat. Neuvillette’s hair swayed gently in the breeze, along with those long blue floppy things in his hair. What were they, anyways?

Five seconds passed. Neuvillette’s face so much as twitch. It was as though it was carved from marble. His eyes never left yours. He really was very handsome, wasn’t he? Come on, focus.

Ten seconds passed. If someone was watching the two of you from outside, they would probably assume that you were a couple of passionate lovers absorbed in each other’s eyes. It wasn’t that far off from the truth, though.

Fifteen seconds passed. Your eyes were beginning to water. You needed to blink. But blinking means I lose! Not that this is a competition…right? Neuvillette took another sip of water. He’s mocking me!

Seventeen seconds passed. You no longer remembered why you were doing this. You really needed to blink. A breeze blew a strand of your hair into your face and you tucked it behind your ear. Neuvillette’s eyes followed that movement. You smacked your suddenly dry lips together. Was it just your imagination, or were his ears turning red?

Nineteen seconds passed. You decided to throw in the towel. Your eyes were beginning to tear up. But before you could do so, Neuvillette cleared his throat and looked away.

“I see your point, Madame. I must apologize to you for my discourtesy. A lady shouldn’t be stared at in such a way.”

Hmm, so now he remembers. “As long as you understand,” you said.

There was another stretch of silence.

He really did look picturesque in the sunlight, even though he disliked it. Was that the curse of being beautiful?

A familiar urge rose up within you. It was the same feeling you had when you saw a pretty landscape, or when you spotted an unfamiliar flower. You wanted to preserve those things in some form and look at them again and again. You wanted some way to recall the feelings they inspired in you.

The question was perched on the edge of your tongue. It refused to come out. You felt your palms becoming slick with sweat. Your heart was pounding. Why were you so nervous? It was a reasonable question. It was normal to do such things on dates, wasn’t it? You had too many pictures of the scenery, anyways. And surely it would be smart to have proof of this date to show Furina…

You didn’t realize Neuvillette was calling your name until you felt him shake your shoulder. “[Name]!” Neuvillette’s eyes, filled with concern, were peering into yours. “Is something wrong? Are you getting—”

“Monsieur Neuvillette!” the words spilled out from your mouth before you could stop them. “May I take a photo of you?”

Neuvillette’s brows knitted together, as though he found your question incomprehensible. “I beg your pardon?”

Oh great, now you’ve done it. “What I mean is…would you give your permission to allow me to take a picture of you? Just one, I promise. I will never show it to anyone, it will be for my eyes only. If you want, I can even sign a wai—”

“Yes, I give you my permission. But on one condition.”

You stared at him. He looked deadly serious. Well, he always looked serious. “What is it, sir?”

“That you allow me to take a picture of you as well.”

“Huh? …Um, I mean, sure, if that’s what you want…”

You held the Kamera up to your face, aiming the lens at Neuvillette. The willow tree was behind him. He looked stately and dignified, if a bit stiff. He wasn’t smiling, which was disappointing, but that was alright. The shot had an air of mysticism to it. You adjusted the focus until everything was in sharp relief, before clicking the shutter button. You were no photographer, but you liked the result.

“Your turn,” you passed the Kamera to Neuvillette. You looked at your reflection, checking your hair and makeup.

The boat approached the island in the center. It seemed that Neuvillette wanted to take a picture of you in front of the willow tree as well. He helped you out of the boat. You expected him to tell you where to stand, but instead studied you, looking deep in thought. He seemed to be taking this much too seriously.

In the meantime, you decided to look around. The aquamarine branches of the willow tree seemed to cover the entire island and blot out the skies. You could definitely see why the ancients used to worship it. Maybe you could find some ruins of that worship here, some small fragments or something…

Snap! You heard the sound of a camera shutter. You turned and saw Neuvillette holding the Kamera to his face.

“Did you take a picture of me just now?” you were a bit alarmed. “I wasn’t ready yet.”

“My apologies,” Neuvillette said lightly, but weirdly enough there was a distinct lack of his usual sincerity in his voice. “I could not help myself.”

“We can do a retake,” you said.

“There’s no need for it. The photo is perfect as it is.”

#idk what i was on when i was writing this #my works #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette x female reader #genshin impact x reader #the winding path of fate

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upside-garden-of-dreams · 2 months

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In A Late Afternoon [Hybrid!Jake x Reader]

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none, just some mentions of undressing, kissing, and maybe a suggestive ending? But that ending interpretation is up to you

General info: Reader is kept gender neautral, Jake is a golden retriever dog/puppy boy, English isn't my native language excuse the typos

[More puppy Jake]

Aaaah.... I honestly didn't think this idea would extend like this Anyways, hope you enjoy! 🐶💛

Ears perked at the sould of keys fumbling with the doorknob.

A tail wagged, a nose sniffed, a heart beat faster at the prospect of what will happen next.

As soon as you opened the door to your home, allowing your bag to sling off your shoulders and pop down on the small shelf by the door, your greeting was interrupted by an excited voice:

"Jakey, I'm ho-"

"Honey! Hi, hello! Did you have a good day? I missed you!"

You were instantly hugged by your over-energetic golder retriever of a boyfriend, face nuzzling deep into your neck as he familiarized himself with your fresh scent once more.

Sure, the house was surrounded by your scent, but nothing compares to the one on your actual skin, you know? Or so he says.

Tiredness startled out of your mind, it took a couple seconds to process what excatly happened just now. Instinctively, your arms went to wrap around him in a confused hug.

"Darling, remember what I said?" You pat him lightly on the back to call for his attention.

"Oh! Yeah! Ah-ahem...Sorry, babe." He let you go, a tinge of bashfullness and shame coloring his face. His excitement bubbled down slightly by what his ears and tail showed, flattening against his head and slowing down its wag, respectively.

Jake fumbled with his hands in nervousness, eyes downturned but still taking peeks at you.

He was way too adorable for his own good. A small smile settled itself on your face as you admired the cutie in front of you.

The brunet's entire demeanor changed back to his characteristic joyful self once your hand went on to pet between his floppy ears. Jake stared at you with bright brown eyes, while an equally as bright smile shaped his lips.

Pushing the door closed, you talked again, "While I adore your hugs as a greeting, do allow me to fully come inside next time, luv." Once done with the reminder, you opened your arms expectantly.

The hybrid chuckled and dove into your arms, "Understood!"

"Hello, Jake. I'm home." You completed your greeting from before, burrying your face into his shoulder. The comforting warmth of his embrace permiated your soul, finally relaxing your tense body for today.

Jake turned to place a sweet kiss on your temple, "Welcome back, my love."

You remained in place for a while, neither of you willing to separate.

Alas, it was the puppy boy who broke the hug. Still, he kept his hands on your waist to keep you close.

"Let's get you comfortable, yes?"

Taking one of his hands and walking to you room, you agreed, "I'd love that."

Golden ears perked up once more, an excited yet shy smile coloring his lips, "Do...I get to help you?"

Turning around to answer, you could see his tail wagging slowly and picking up in speed as you talked, "Of course, silly puppy! I have tea to spill! You won't belive what Yuna said to the manager, like O-M-G my girl gives ZERO shits!"

As you talked and completed your after-work routine, Jake listened attentively. Occasionally, he would let out small hums of agreement and sounds of disbelief as he listened to the tale about your friend Yuna and her fight with that nightmare manager your team was cursed with.

His gentle hands helped remove some clothing articles, taking the time to sooth the skin with leftover marks from where your clothes hugged you a bit too tight. Your lover brought you close to his chest, circling your waist from behind, head dropping down to your shoulder to trail tender kisses all the way to your neck and jawline.

Giggles erupted from you due to his affections, hand going up to play with his hair and rub at the base of his left ear.

"Baby~" Jake whined in delight at the petting.

"Jakey~" You mimiked his tone, a breathless laugh at the end. "C´mon, put a shirt on me so we can cuddle on the couch for a while. I need my puppy to truly relax."

You could see the lightbulb atop his head from where he got an idea, "Wait here! I won't take long!"

With a sloppy kiss to your cheek, the dogboy quickly ran to his room.

In a matter of seconds, he came back with a black t-shirt in his hands, "Arms up! I have your favorite~"

Doing as told, you allowed your boyfriend to dress you up in one of his oversized shirts. It smelled just like him.

Bown eyes scanned you up and down with myrth, he loved how you looked in his clothes.

"You're so beautiful," he said, with a lovestruck look in his eyes.

Pecking his lips quickly, you answered, "And you're the cutest ever." Tugging on his hand, you led the way back into the living room.

Finally, the moment you desired most arrived: a moment to wind down and cuddle, catch up on Jake's day, and enjoy some time together.

Plopping down on the couch, you turned on the TV and let the random channel from last night play on the background.

A look thrown Jake's way sent you both into motion: the golden retriever laid down sideways on the cushions as you unfolded the light blanket hanging on the armrest. Your sweetheart gently guided you down near his chest while you flicked the soft cover over both your bodies.

You sighed happily while nuzzling into his toned chest, humming in delight at the calming atmosphere surounding you two.

Jake carded his fingers through your hair to help you destress even more, tail tumping against the sofa with every volume spike in your hums of enjoyment.

"Missed you so much, Jakey," You mumbled into his chest.

"Missed you, too, my love," He answered back.

As you looked into each other's eyes, the same idea crossed your minds. In silent agreement, you leaned towards the other and gave in to your desire...

With loving passion and delicate sweetness, you locked your lips and indulged in one another to your heart's conentent

[ END ]

Thank you for reading ~!

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#writing in dreams #enhypen #enhypen x reader #hybrid!enhypen #jake sim #jake sim x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #idol imagines #sim jaeyun #sim jaeyun x reader #THIS WASN'T SUPPOSED TO POST UNTIL I WAS FULLY SATISFIED WITH IT WTH TUMBLR #I JUST MADE SOME CHANGES AND SAVED BUT APPARENTLY IT WAS A PUBLISH BUTTON AND NOT A SAVE ONE?!?!?!#....oh well.... i think it's good as it is 🫠

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rookthorne · 6 months

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⠄⠂⠁⠁⠂⠄⠄⠂ 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐰 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐥

A girl’s day out with Koda takes a surprising turn, and you were left with more questions than answers with Bucky’s strange, mysterious behaviour.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 ☘︎ Lumberjack!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

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჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 ☘︎ Tooth rotting fluff

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 ☘︎ I love foreshadowing.

჻჻჻჻჻჻჻჻ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕 ☘︎ @rookthorne's Merry Buckmas — Masterlist

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐬, 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Snow covered the roads between Bucky’s cabin and the town centre, and the truck tires, chains attached, navigated the terrain with ease — a blessing, given the age of the ancient automobile.

Next to you, in the passenger seat, Koda sat with her tongue lolling from her mouth and tail thumping on the leather of the seat. Her little barks and grunts of excitement made you smile as you drove, nearing the town.

The build up to the festive season, at least, in your family, was always a hectic, mind-numbing time. Preparations started early, as early as October, and the habit of having some semblance of festive organisation and creativity allowed the ability to make a plan with some affinity for joy.

At least, that’s what you told yourself. Bucky, on the other hand, was as laid back as a bear in hibernation. He could not care less.

“Are you headed out today?” Bucky asked tiredly — the low timbre of his morning voice still sent shivers up your spine. It was one of the rare times where Bucky wasn’t awake and up working before the crack of dawn.

You allowed yourself only a short amount of time to revel in it. Just because he chose to lie in, it didn’t mean the world stopped. And time was ticking by.

The pop and crack of your bones when you stretched to the ceiling made you wince, and you slumped on the bed with a groan. “Why don’t you meet us in the–” You paused, mulling over the places in town that you could stop at. “What about the cafe? By Wanda’s shop—you remember it right?”

Bucky yawned, and nodded. “A’right, sounds good.” He rolled onto his back and huffed. “Take Koda with you? Poor princess misses her momma—I’m workin’ her too hard, apparently.”

“You are,” you teased, smirking. “I’ll take my baby, we can have a girl’s day.”

“If you come back with her claws painted,” Bucky said, sitting up. “I swear to–” You kissed him full on the lips, silencing his tirade, and he pulled back, brow raised. “Jus’ have fun. I know what you get like with this damn Christmas shoppin’, baby.”

“I always have fun.”

An hour later, after a hearty, warm breakfast, Koda and you jumped into your truck and there you were, on the road to town, the back tray of the truck prepared for your incoming haul.

Koda huffed next to you, and you glanced over — she was looking out the window at a herd of bounding deer. “No, baby,” you chided, and you put a hand on her back, scratching the fur. “You can’t have them, leave ‘em be.”

A low whine left her muzzle at the scolding, and you chuckled.

“How about we get you a treat in town, hey?” She turned in the seat to face you, her floppy, brown ears perking up at the word treat. “I knew that would get you, honey,” you cooed, scratching her chin, and you grimaced at the slobber that now covered your wrist.

The town sign came into view as you rounded the final turn of the road. Sprawling pines and fir trees lined the way, a distinctly thick blanket of snow covering their branches from the previous night’s fall. It was a beautiful sight as the sunlight bounced off the crisp white.

Townsfolk that dawdled on the sidewalks were rugged up to the nines in the chilly breeze. A snow plough had thankfully been through that morning, leaving behind heaped piles on the sides of the roads, and you briefly thought of the mess that Koda would make jumping into one.

“Koda, baby,” you said, and Koda’s mouth closed as she tilted her head in question — her bright eyes widened from your stern tone. “I need you to behave. You stay next to me, okay?”

She barked once and licked her nose. “I know you can’t understand me,” you mused, and you turned your truck into a free parking space. The grind of the handbrake was loud in the cabin. “Alright, how about we get a couple of things for preserving first, honey?”

A yip was your answer, and you nodded. “Good girl. Now, c’mon.” The air outside was as crisp as it was back at the cabin, but you made your way to the passenger side and opened the door for Koda. “Heel,” you ordered immediately, and Koda stood stock still. “That’s it. Let’s get your lead.”

With the leash attached to her collar and your bag over your shoulder, you began the journey of Christmas shopping. Koda greeted every person that passed you by, as did you. Life in a small town was the familiarity with everyone, and you felt blessed for that, given the amount of baked goods you received as gifts — and the friendships, of course.

For hours, you went from shop to shop, buying things on your considerably long list, and you were starting to tire from lugging groceries back and forth. The temptation to text Bucky and tell him to hurry up was overwhelming.

The cuts of meat in the crate you carried jostled as you walked back towards your truck, when Koda perked up next to you. And having a weighty load of fresh meat in your arms, you were keen to avoid an overexcited dog pulling you down onto the pavement in a glorious face plant. “Girl, heel,” you commanded quickly, looking up and around, “What is it?”

You searched the street, until you saw a truck approaching — it was identical to the one that parked next to yours back at the cabin, and with an equally familiar brown and white St. Bernard in the passenger seat. Bucky had finally arrived. “Oh, thank–”

Koda barked and launched forward, her paws skidding over the snowy pavement, and you winced at the pull of the lead on your wrist. The crate of meat in your arms tottered and swayed dangerously as the truck pulled up right in front of you, the engine cutting out straight away. Bucky’s head popped out from the driver’s side window as Koda whined, desperate to get to him.

“I was just about to text you,” you huffed, desperately attempting to get a stable hold on the meat so it would not tumble to the concrete.

Bucky, who had worn his hair down and covered it with a beanie, while a thick, plaid jacket covered his shoulders, slipped out the driver’s side and Sarge followed suit. “Good thing I have a sixth sense for when my Clover needs help, huh?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you mumbled, and Bucky took the crate from your arms. “Thank you. Koda, sit.”

The overexcited ball of fluff did as she was told, and you scratched behind her ears as she looked up at you, then to Bucky, then back to you. Sarge was placidly sitting at Bucky’s heel, his calm disposition making you envious for a fleeting second. “She’s been so excited—seeing all of her friends,” you explained.

“I bet,” Bucky chuckled. He looked at you and grinned. “So, where were my girls off to next? What’s on that list a’yours?”

You sighed, and fetched the sheet of paper that had guided your whole expedition from your bag. “Decorations—I need some for our tree that you got,” you listed, and your eyes scanned further down the page. “Then it is… Well, that’s really it, except for the last of the food.”

“Why don’t we do the food first,” Bucky offered, stepping backwards towards the bed of his truck. “Then they,” he nodded at the two dogs who now sat at your feet, “Will hopefully, hopefully, be tired out—give us less of a damn workout.”

“Good idea.”

Once the cuts of meat were safely away in the bed of Bucky’s truck, the four of you made your way back down the street towards another grocer, your list and the leash of Koda in one hand, Bucky’s in the other.

The venture through the grocer’s went smoothly, even with the two dogs in tow, and when you made your way back to your truck, Bucky paused. The sudden tug on your arm made you stop, and you looked back to see what was wrong. “What is– Oh.”

Bucky was staring into the window display of the local seamstress. There were two mannequins, dressed up as Santa Claus, and Mrs. Claus. “They’re pretty,” he said, stepping closer to the glass.

You followed suit and admired the finishes on the skirt of Mrs. Claus’ dress — beautiful, iridescent whites and ivories were interwoven with deep cherry red. It looked comfortable too; warm from the soft material.

The Santa costume looked just as well made with woollen accents, and heavy, durable fabric. “You would be so cuddly in that, babe,” you murmured, absentmindedly squeezing Bucky’s hand. “And you could be Santa, even over at the site.”

“We need them,” Bucky said quietly, and before you could say a word of protest, he let go of your hand and walked right up to the entry. There was the sound of Christmas carols when he pulled the door open, and he walked inside, Sarge following obediently after him.

“Bucky!” you laughed, and you rushed in after him, careful to keep a tight hold on Koda’s leash. “Come back, let’s get all of this in the car first.”

The interior of the shop was cosy and warm. Materials and threads of all kinds and colours lined the space in shelves or drawers; the colours of green, red, and gold most popular, if the giant display in the middle of the floor was any indication.

You found Bucky at the counter, chatting happily with the worker while they prepared something on the countertop. He smiled at you as you approached, and said to the worker, “We’ll grab the set of outfits on the mannequins.”

The worker grinned and ran to grab the matching outfit from the mannequins. With them occupied, you looked at Bucky, unable to hide the amusement at his impulsivity. “This wasn’t on my list,” you whispered, smirking.

Bucky shrugged. “Don’t care, bunny. You’re gonna look so fuckin’ beautiful in that, and I need my Mrs. Claus, don’t I?”

You sighed. “You’re not wrong.”

“Thank you,” Bucky drawled, and he kissed your cheek just as the worker came back with the matching costumes.

A few moments later, all four of you exited the store, cardboard bag in hand with the costumes. Thankfully, both of your trucks were parked not too far from one another.

With a few grunts of effort, the two truck beds were stacked full from your haul, and everything was ticked off your list, except…

“You do realise, babe,” you said suddenly, now that the reality of those costumes had settled in. “That Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are married… Right?”

Bucky only smirked.

Your mouth fell slack at his lack of an answer, and you swore your coat was suddenly too hot. “Bucky!”

He shrugged. “What? Can’t a man dream?” You watched him walk backwards to his truck, Sarge at his heels, and he blew you a kiss before he slipped into the driver’s seat. “See you at home, baby!” he called over the rumble of the engine, and he was gone.

At your feet, Koda yipped and looked up at you. “Did you– Did you hear him, baby?” She whined in response. “I– Oh my god, okay,” you breathed. Your heart raced in your chest and your mind moved just as fast. “What just happened? No, no—let’s get home, honey. Your dad has a lot to answer for.”

If Koda could have voiced an answer, you would have suspected she would turn around and mention the lack of treats — but little did you know, the biggest treat was yet to come one day soon.

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 | 𝐚𝐨𝟑 ⠄⠂⠁

⠈⠂⠄ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⠄⠂⠁

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x female reader #bucky x f!reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes oneshot #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes fluff #MB #rookthorne's works

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ifeelthereforeimnot · 14 days

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GUYS HOLY SHIT I just realized I, at one point in my life, had a Dean.

I don't remember how we became friends, he was just always around until I couldn't remember a time before I'd turn to my left and there he was. And even now, I miss him like a limb I wasn't born with but had grown so used to that I still feel pain where there's nothing.

I realize now that he didn't love me, he owned me. Or maybe it was both. Maybe he didn't know how to do one without the other. But I loved it. I loved being loved. I loved being his. I loved that he had a name for me and only me and would snap at anyone else who used it. "Only I get to call her that." Like a brand, like a collar. And I handed him the leash attached to it, yanking my own head back because the leash is too short but it's the only one I have "here, you dropped this."

He was never impressed by any of the guys I dated. They weren't good enough. He was not interested in hanging out with me and my boyfriend. But he'd always insist I come along with him and his girlfriend. He'd make inside jokes and play funny songs and look into the rear view mirror but never at her. Always at me. "You're about the same size, right?" when buying a gift for his girlfriend. I am. The exact same size. I wonder if he knows that.

"You're like a sister to me," he said. Then he'd hold my hand in class, hidden under the table. Pinkies inching closer and closer until they interlocked, neither of us moving, neither of us so much as breathing so as to not disturb the fragile moment we've created. The bell would ring and we'd pull apart and never mention it again but he'd always sit with his fingers curled around his chair.

"You're like a sister to me," he said into my ear as the wind whipped around us. It was pouring rain but we didn't want to go home. Never wanted to go home. I don't remember why but we were wrapped in each other's arms. It was the logical place to end up. It was safe. It was home. We stayed like that for a long time, pressed chest to chest, cheek to cheek, long after the moment had passed. Long after the intensity had calmed and the passion had simmered and the cold and rain seeped into our bones because we couldn't feed moments like that. We just couldn't.

"You're like a sister to me," he said, turning to face me as we laid on the roof of my old elementary school. It was winter, it was cold, but we had cigarettes and the buzz of adrenaline to keep us warm. We stood at the railing, leaned over the edge and I threw my arms out. He put his arms around my waist, head on my shoulder, go ahead. "IM THE KING OF THE WORLD" and I was. For a minute.

"You're like a sister to me," he said into my hair, loose-limbed and wasted for the first time. I was sprawled across his chest, finally FINALLY. We were always touching but the alcohol lowered every inhibition as to how much. I had only gotten to lay with him once before, after days of no sleep, clinging to each other barely conscious. There was really no other excuse for us to touch this much. So I relished in it, floppy and warm and dizzy myself. "You're like a sister to me," he'd said, "but if you weren't..."

And he just let it hang there. Left me wondering if he'd meant it, if he'd even really said it in the first place. He just left it there like a dark stain on the thinly veiled friendship and now it was there and he acknowledged it and it was there and no amount of scrubbing could get that stain out. Not really. Not completely.

I loved him in a way I'd never loved somebody before. I still don't know, years later, where to place him. He was a brother to me but I'd never had a brother so maybe he wasn't. To call him a friend would be blasphemy, an insult to the way a brush of his fingertips lit up my heart. But to call him more would be a lie.

I can't just put him in a box and tuck him away so that box is just sitting there, still open. It will always be open, I'll always miss that limb. And I think that's why Sam's wife is blurry and his son is named Dean and his impala is sitting in the garage, pristine. He couldn't close the box either.

#tessa thinks out loud #supernatural #sam winchester #dean winchester #wincest

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breadsticksposts · 2 months

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Hi!! How are you?? So i was thinking for a LONG TIME, i was wondering if you can make a headcanon of tighnari with a dumb bunny s/o!! If you play genshin tho! Feel free to ignore btw!

TIGHNARI WITH DUMB BUNNY S/O!!

thank you for making a request 😭😭 and tighnari is one of my favorite characters! and im doing fine and i hope you are too!! i been waiting for a request and i got itt!! i hope you like it!

-you been with tighnari for a long time and you can e honest that its kinda hard to understand some of his words! like something science or just straight up plants!

-when you want to go out to the forest, tighnari kinda need to you to bring someone (he trust) or he will go with you.

-well.., its maybe because that one time when you went out to the forest by yourself after tighnari says there is a withering and you must be careful,

-well you remember his words but how can you know when you are close to the withering place?? so you kinda roam around and you see a kind of dark red smoke/mist and you kinda faint after tthat.

-you woke up in tighnari place. and after that, he lecture you till you remember when yoou are near a withering and explain to you about the flowers i there and how dangerous it is!

-after that long long LONGGG lecture, its kinda stuck to your head now.

- next! you kinda straight up saying something stupid, and you kinda get a hit in the head from tighnari (not that hard of course, don’t want to damage the brain and make you more dumb)

-“aww the yellow rabbit is so cute!” you say

-“thats a desert fox” tighnari say while hitting you in the head

- “ooo! what is that?? is that a solar system??” you touch the balls of someone project, while tighnari was talking to the person

-“its atoms..for my project” the person say to you

-“they are nerdy balls” you say and get hit

- next! you have to attend some work but you really dont want to go there! so you pretend that your arm hurt so bad! your right arm!

-“tighnari..i dont feel going to that work today.. my right arm hurt so bad..!” you say while whining and faking it! good thing that you are good at whining!

“hm? let me see,” tighnari says, you give him your left arm. “..this one hurt..??” tighnari ask “mhm!” you hummed

-tighnari sigh and left. and came back bringing some medical things to check your arm. tighnari was waiting for you to give your arm. and you give him your right arm.

- “i though you say that this arm was hurting??” tighnari point at your left arm. “hah..? um..”

-well you kinda get caught lying

- but you and tighnari both have tails. so if you help him take care of his, then he will take care of yours!

-your tail is a bit more sensitive tho! but you dont need to say twice to tighnari, he took care of you very good!

- your floppy ears are also took care by him! thats why its soft and nice!

- like tighnari too, your ears are sensitive to loud sounds! so if you feel uncomfortable, you can just say it too him, and he will bring you to somewhere nice and calm!

-next! your personality is quite different than tighnari’s, you are more energetic and excited about little things! and your body is surely more flexible!

- one time you got into a trap that one of the forest rangers put for capturing and fungus! you are kinda in a uncomfy pose but you manage to doit until tighnari save you! and ofcourse you got the long lectures, asking whyb are you not careful, but who can blame him?? he love you so much and dont want you to get hurt!

- one time you get excited about some things and kinda run in excitement, and you didnt watch where you are going bump your head and fall.

well thats embarrassing!

-now lets go to the sleep headcanon!

- you ofcourse the little spoon!

-tighnari love cuddling you! its like his night routine now! cant live without it

-all of his stress came falling down in a single calm and relaxing cuddle from you!

-he love wrapping his tail around you while you guys are cuddling!

— he may give headpats too! and touch your ears

-night is the best part of the day for both of you!

i hope you like it! tell me what should i make?? please give me some scenarios if you want 😁🫶

#genshin #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #tighnari #tighnari x reader

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kay-then-i-guess · 2 months

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This redesign page of my Roleshuffle AU Techno has been sitting in my drafts for a while, so let's talk my Techno design! I already have a post discussing why I made him based off an overworld pig, so check that out first if you haven't seen it. I can't really summarize it.

Something I'm doing to show "the voices" getting louder without having to use text is making his pupils get bigger, and potentially have little red glints. I know normally the more insane a character gets, the smaller their pupils gets, but I wanted him to appear a little more animalistic. While the small pupils give a very manic, crazed look, I wanted Techno to look completely focused--almost too focused. As aforementioned, animalistic. I probably won't get to the point of what actual pig eyes look like (fully black with the whites in the back), but I do want to get a similar idea across. This choice also makes him look less aware of any dialogue going on, which I is something I've been trying to do with "the voices". No thoughts, only Blood For the Blood God.

Also! I swear during a Techno stream he had a skin with a blue sweater. Maybe I dreamed it, because I couldn't find it anywhere, but I distinctly remember his chat teasing him for it, with him responding "It's a sweater!" But I digress. Perhaps I just imagined that.

Below is the original design I had for him, and was one of the first design sheets I did (if not the first ever; I don't particularly remember). I was originally not leaning into such a cartoon-y style, but I really got into that style as I started actually making the comic. (His mildly realistic teeth in that top left image haunts me.) In other notes, I think either because of the way I did his legs originally or the way I did his head originally (both were a bit elongated), he didn't look short. Part of that is because if you measure out his full-body shot, every portion of him is roughly the same length. I.E. his head is the same length as his torso, and his torso is the same length as the legs. If you take any character design course, one of the things they'll probably note is that for unique character designs, it's a good idea to mess around with proportions (both length and width). It's tough to figure out, but once you have that idea in, you can make your characters look more unique. For instance, while Techno's longest bit is his torso, in width, he has smaller legs and a bit smaller head. On the other hand, Ranboo's longest bit is his legs, and in width, the widest part is his head (if you count his little floppy-ear-thingamajigs). I really struggled implementing this tip for a while, but woooo, once I did, my designs got a lot better. I still could stand to put it in more, to be honest haha.

Also, personal note: I didn't mean to go on such a long break, but finals have been rough (3 essays, all at least seven pages...yikes). Anyways, I'm going to have a lot to catch up on, but I AM NOT DEAD. The comic will go on! It just might take a bit, and I thank all of you for your patience! :) (Also, I'm still running character asks if you're interested!)

#dsmp #dream smp #dsmp au #artists on tumblr #dsmp comic #dsmp roleshuffle #dsmp fanart #mcytblr #mcyt #mcytbr #mcyt tag #mcyt fanart #dsmp techno #dsmp technoblade #technoblade #mcyt art #mcyt technoblade

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tunastime · 6 months

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Hiya!! how about 14 for the spotify asks?? :>

hi theo!! i'm so sorry this took so long to get out to you!! merry christmas? happy holidays! this song always reminded me of ranchers, especially jimmy JSKDFHKJ I dunno what about it! I know the lyrics say "her" at some point, but it's so easy to trick myself into hearing "him". <3 anyway, enjoy!

(883 words)

Tango taps the tip of his wooden sword against the ground.

"You're absolutely certain that this is a good idea, Jimmy?" he asks. About two paces away, Jimmy stands with his sword awkwardly balanced in one hand. He looks a little lost, holding the sword like it might cut him, despite it being poorly carved wood and not the gleaming metal sword sitting in its holster back inside their ranch house. But as soon as Tango speaks up, he steels his expression, grip changing on his sword to hold it with a bit more strength.

"Absolutely, Tango," he says, nodding. "I know what you've said—"

"PvP isn't my specialty," Tango hums, grinning. His tail flicks back and forth behind him. It might not be his specialty, but he'd be lying if it wasn't fun to whack his friends with practice swords—even if he ended up being the person with the most bruises. Jimmy laughs, rocking on his heels.

"I promise I'll go easy on you, yeah?" he says, leaning on the sword pressed into the earth. "I won't hit you too hard with the sword."

Tango barks out a laugh.

"That's good to know!" he says, shoulders shaking with laughter. Jimmy's, what, a head taller than him? And much broader, that's for sure, even how he stands with a slight curve to the tips of his shoulders, trying to make himself smaller. He steadies his stance, nodding in Tango's direction. Tango lifts his sword.

"You ready?" he asks. Jimmy nods, mouth curving into a smile.

"Just come'n hit me, Tango!" he quips.

He does.

He swings up and their swords clack together, Jimmy startling as he jerks to block Tango’s swing. Tango feels the jolt spike up his arm and oh, man, all at once does he remember how much he’s missed this. How often did he get a chance to just throw himself at his friends, not to mention that this was Jimmy, and not knowing Jimmy as well meant he couldn’t predict movements like he could with Impulse, or Skizz, and Jimmy shoves him back. Tango stumbles, steels, swings again, fumbling when Jimmy blocks with a bit more determination. Jimmy comes back around, switching the sword to his right hand, knocking Tango’s arm back. Tango wobbles, ducking the next swing, just barely, laughing as he does. Jimmy does, too, the sound bubbling up in his chest as Tango swipes left, trying to catch him off guard. It works for a moment, as Jimmy startles, fumbling with his sword, catching himself at the last moment to block Tango’s swing. They smack into each other, the side of Jimmy’s sword hitting hard into Tango’s knuckles. Tango yelps, jerking back, barking out a laugh as he drops his sword.

“Ow!”

Jimmy gasps, sword falling from his hand.

“Oh my god!” he jerks forward, reaching for Tango’s hand. “Tango, I’m so sorry!”

Tango holds his hand limply as the pain spikes through it—it stings actually, it bites a bit bad, he won’t lie! He’s gotten his hands stuck in a few gears before, and this was pretty similar, if he had to put a name to the pain. Jimmy takes it gently between his own, looking over his swelling knuckles.

“Aw,” he tsks, frowning. He looks like a kicked dog, like that, Tango realizes, his brown eyes wide and eyebrows creased. All he needed were some floppy ears and he’d have the whole look sealed. “I think it’s gonna bruise.”

“That’s alright,” Tango says lamely, suddenly acutely aware of how gingerly Jimmy’s running his thumb over the not-so-bruised parts of Tango’s hand. It’s really nice. It kind of makes him think a little less about the pain and a little more about how he needs to bite his tongue before he says something completely stupid and dumb like:

“Worth it.”

Jimmy blinks at him. Then he grins.

“Really?” he snorts, wrinkling his nose.

Tango laughs, something a bit thin and wheezy, like he’s about to start coughing at any second from how it hits his throat wrong. Jimmy’s still holding fast to his hand, slightly clammy and pretty warm all things considered.

“Alright,” he says, finally swayed. “Maybe not. But that was fun!”

Jimmy gives his hand a light squeeze before he drops it.

“Well as long as you’re fine…” he hums, raising his eyebrows. Tango nods, sure and confident.

“I’m fine,” Tango says, stretching out his fingers. He can feel a bruise starting to form over his knuckles that’ll take a day or so to start turning colors, but for now he shakes it out, collecting his sword from the ground. “Nothin’ a little TLC can’t fix.”

Jimmy laughs again, tipping his head back. He shakes his head as he hefts the wooden practice sword onto his shoulder. Tango watches just for a moment. Maybe it’s something about the orange-yellow, almost-sunset light, or maybe it’s the yellow in Jimmy’s eyes, or some type of glow about him, but he looks nice. He looks a little disheveled, and a bit tired, and he’s still trying to catch his breath, but Tango smiles back at him like he’s the prettiest thing he’s seen in a long, long time.

“Let’s go get you some ice, yeah?” Jimmy says, waving him over. Tango nods. Of course he’ll follow.

(spotify wrapped ask meme)

#YIPPEEEEEE #text #asks #spotify wrapped ask meme #fics #HI THEO!! I HOPE YOU LIKE THEM!! I LOVE RANCHERS AND I'M NOT GREAT AT FIGHT SCENES <33 #BUT THAT'S OKAY!

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hhhhhh puppy yan…

a hybrid yan who you found huddling and shivering under a soggy old cardboard box on your way home. it was raining, how could you not have mercy on this poor puppy and take them home?? they were so skinny, so smelly, so scared. you just had to wash them up, feed them a good home cooked meal, and give them your love!! their floppy ears and tail reminded you of your childhood pet. you just had to care for them, you just had to!!!

puppy is cautious and scared when you first bring them home. getting them to bathe was a struggle that left both of you covered in soap suds and water. they would only eat if you weren’t anywhere near them. they tried their best to hide under your couch, but of course they weren’t as small as an actual doggy, so they had to resort to the corner of your living room. poor thing!!

but of course, they warm up to you after a little while… and soon, they’re obsessed.

what do you mean we can’t sleep together anymore?? you always offered back when you first brought me here… to help me stop trembling!! remember? why don’t you love me anymore :(

where are you going? work? i don’t understand… didnt you say you would always be here for me? why are you leaving? do you have to?

hnnghh… darling pet me more… it f-feels s-so good..!!!

stupid little pup who always has their tail thumping on the ground whenever you’re around. stupid little pup who always lays their head in your lap, digging their nose into your crotch, loving your smell and not so subtly humping your leg while doing so. stupid little pup whos YOURS YOURS YOURS, they make that very clear. ughhhh i want a puppy yan!!

- sunny !!

sunny you horny son of a bitch........... i love it!!! puppy yan whos just a bit of an idiot, bumping into things regularly, getting stuck because they dont understand their own size, getting scared by literally anything, eating things they shouldnt.. luckily, they have no intention of ever leaving so they dont ever run away!

and if you ever have food delivered or the mail comes by, puppy yan will be darling at them the entire time, teeth bared, a growl rumbling through their whole body because they refuse to let anyone take you away and i hope you own a lot of bleach if you ever bring a date over! puppy yan will not hesitate to bite a few limbs off.

and its so cute imagining them after youve spent all day at work and youre gross and sweaty and you just wanna go to bed and you catch them on your bed, humping your pillow, whining and moaning as they lick and sniff your underwear, tail wagging so fast its basically and blur and when they finally see you? they barely manage to take your clothes off before shoving their face between your legs and getting to work!

i imagine them topping a lot but remaining very submissive as they desperately pound into you, hugging your waist as they sink their teeth into your neck so everyone can see theyve staked their claim on you! and puppy yan just loves you so so much, youve done so much for them!! youve fed them, clothed them, bathed them, taken them into your home and theyre absolutely going to make sure they return the favor tenfold by being your perfect little puppy <3

ehehe and poor puppy is just so frustrated all the time and they just love you so so much and they just cant help themselves! bending over in front of them, stretching, exercising, licking anything, it drives them crazy and usually ends with them trying to subtly touch themselves right in front of you or trying so hard to fuck you while not stopping to take any clothes off, poor dumb thing <3 the first few times they fucked you, they struggled a lot with getting it in (lets just say you had a strap laying around for them if theyre afab) at first, getting too excited and eeee just so cute!!!

and people take notice of the bites and hickies, always so worried about you but you know youve just got a very, very excitable puppy at home who would kill if they knew people were so friendly with you,, <3

#puppy yandere #yandere x y/n #asks #yandere #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yandere x you #sunny darling

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macabr3-barbi3 · 1 month

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new love, new skin (Vox x OC)

"When Vox falls to Hell in 1958- when he is still Vincent- he meets her; sweet, beautiful, golden Kora, who fixes his busted screen and gives him something he hadn't known he was missing. How long can a good thing last until it falls to pieces?"

(Hi everyone I have an actual OC now that I'm working on a series for! I hope you love her as much as I do and a big thanks to @fraugwinska for helping me plan and develop her character and being her biggest fan so far ❤️If you read my oneshot request 'Heart Reset' this is that same character- that will be left as Reader Insert though and can still be read separately from this series 💕 the series will provide more context to their relationship before the events in that fic)

Tags: First Meetings; First Kiss; Falling In Love; shitty apartments; adding tags as I update so things aren't as spoiled lol; Vox goes by a different name; Fluff and Angst; lots of fluff; Lots of Angst; fast burn lol

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55804729/chapters/141678643

January 1958

There’s a body crouching over him, soft wisps of hair trailing over his bare chest as he squints against the red of the morning.

What was that fucking phrase? Red in the morning, sailors take warning, or some shit along those lines. Sound logic if the aching pain in his skull was anything to go by- he’d have to give Ma a ring, tell him that one of Pop’s shitty old sayings finally made some sense to him. But God, if he wouldn’t kill someone for an aspirin right now. His head ached, some distant pain behind his left eye that throbbed through his entire body, and he lets out a soft moan when he tries to open it and his head splits with the agony of it.

“Hold on,” a quiet voice tells him- the sound is a balm to his fried nerves. “Give me just a minute, I’m trying to find- yes! ” There’s metallic clanging close to his head before its lifted from the ground and placed on something soft- a jacket maybe? What had he been laying on before? “Don’t open your eyes yet,” the voice tells him, and part of him wants to resist- who the hell did they think they were telling him what to do? - but it's overridden by the pulsing pain in his head that says that’s actually probably for the best. He lays there as the person- he thinks it might be a woman- fiddles with something next to him. He opens his mouth to ask her a question-

And the next thing he knows he’s propped up against a wall in some sort of dump, the throbbing behind his eye gone and no longer having to squint to see. The sky is still red, which is weird, but he ignores that in favor of looking at what’s around him. There’s busted glass and plastic nearby, a cracked television lying on its side, a pile of rusted wires and tools and what could be his shirt, maybe. He didn’t remember what he had been wearing when he passed out but it looks to be roughly his size even if it is covered in blood. Then again, maybe that was just a side effect of the weird sky. He tilts his head up to look at it and- fuck, yeah, he’s still a little too dizzy to be doing that. He brings a hand up to his head, to rub at the sockets of his eyes like he usually did, and his fingers bounce uselessly against glass when he hits some kind of glass.

“Shit, you’re awake,” he hears to his left, and he turns to see this woman- at least, he thinks its a woman- approach him, crouch low to the ground like he’s some rabid animal. She… almost looks like a dog, he thinks, like a golden retriever but a little more human in the face besides her nose and the floppy ears that adorn the top of her head. Her arms are covered in a dusting of fur that reminds him of his ma’s dog back home, soft and silky from the looks of it where her limbs stick out from the men’s t-shirt she wears. “Don’t freak out,” she says, eyebrows drawn in a way that implies that she definitely thinks he’s going to freak out.

He watches her sit on her knees next to him and then she’s reaching out to touch him- hands on either side of his face, turning his head left and right. She runs her fingers up the side of his head and it… doesn’t feel like he thinks it should. He makes a noise of protest and she smiles at him, sharp little canines peeking out from the crooked grin. “What’s your name?” She asks him, and it takes a second longer than it should before it comes to him.

“Vincent,” he tells her, “but I don’t- why did I forget it?”

“I’m Kora,” she offers with a hand held out, and he doesn’t look down as she says it, just lets her shake his arm. “Forgetting is normal at first- stuff will start to come back to you.” She goes back to her inspection of his face and head, and he finally has the sense to pull back.

“Where am I?” He finally asks, and her smile falters only slightly as she stands, holds a hand out to him to take to help him up. He braces an arm on the wall and stands without her help, legs trembling a bit until he straightens his stance, head feeling oddly heavy. “What did you do to me?”

She fiddles with her hands before him, and he notices that she has little black claws on the ends of her fingers. “I… really think you should be sitting down, when I tell you,” she says, and when he shakes his head she sighs. “Okay, don’t say I didn’t warn you. This,” she says, gesturing around the dump, “is Hell. The Pride Ring, if you want to get technical. As far as what I did- I helped you.”

“Oh. Well, that’s not so bad,” he says with a nervous chuckle. “So I died, huh? Knew it was coming for me, doll, I guess I just didn’t think it would be so soon.” He looks around the area, finally recognizes that the red in the sky was coming from a giant pentagram that stretched beyond his vision- very on brand. “How did I die?”

The woman- Kora, he reminds himself- looks away. “I’m not sure,” she tells him. “I wasn’t with you when you died. I just… happened to be nearby as you fell.”

“As I…” He looks up at the sky, distant blurs coming through the atmosphere like stars, and it hits him like a truck- the searing pain as he hurtled through the sky, flesh burning, body shifting and reshaping before he had struck the ground, the blossoming pain, agonizing crunch when he had landed on his head. His hands fly up at the memory, trying to grip at his hair like he used to when he was stressed and finding a smooth plastic surface with no grip, nothing to hang onto. The thread of his sanity tightens, threatens to snap as he feels around like she had, to the back of his head- a clunky old television , not unlike the one that sat on the ground a few feet from them- and the now smooth surface of his face.

“I… I did the best I could,” Kora says quietly, and he snaps his head to look at her. “I don’t really have a lot of knowledge about electronics but it wasn’t too hard to match the wires up to the new one when I followed those from the old one. I think the wire for your left eye got damaged in the fall though- there’s probably an expert around here somewhere, or there will be one in the next few years if you really want to get the color fixed…” She keeps talking but Vincent has turned away from her, dropped to his knees in front of the old television on the ground- his fucking head mere hours ago, apparently- and uses it to look at his reflection.

And fuck, yeah- he was a television, alright. Just like the one at his ma’s place, thick rimmed frame in that tacky yellowish white. Not even one of the nice ones like he had had at the news station. His eyes are huge and red, one outlined in the same electric blue as his pupils, and when his mouth drops open in disbelief he sees the teeth. Huge, razor sharp, they seem to grow and warp with his mouth as he moves it, testing expressions. He lets his lips hang open and sticks his tongue out, pulls at it with his fingers. It had to be Hell, because no way would something like this be possible anywhere else. How could he have a screen for a face and still have a functional mouth and tongue?

He starts to laugh, low and manic, cutting Kora off in the middle of whatever she had been talking about. He couldn’t even remember how he died, how fucking funny was that? And now he was in Hell, no clue how he got there, basically freshly lobotomized into a new head, and his only companion was a mutt that wouldn’t stop fucking talking to him. She approaches him cautiously, hands held out in front of her like he might bite- fuck, with these teeth, maybe he should. “Get the fuck away from me,” he laughs, and he can feel the thread pull taut, stretch to its limits as he laughs and backs away from her, away from his old head, into the wall.

She drops to her knees in front of him, isn’t put off by his laughing or snarling in her face. “It’ll be okay,” she says, and reaches a hand out to his face. It comes away wet - how the fuck was he crying right now? “I promise, it’s okay. You’ll be fine.” His laughter dissolves into sobbing, and he can’t tell how his head ended up wedged against her shoulder with her arms around him.

It’s a good fit though, and he guesses that counts for something.

With some effort, since his legs didn’t seem to want to work, Kora manages to get him back to her little apartment outside of a place called Imp City. Vincent had tried to help- he really had- but his body felt limp, television head slumped uselessly against her shoulder as she essentially dragged him. He pulls himself together and apologizes to her at least, because his mother raised a goddamn gentleman, and she waves it off. “Already did it once,” she says cheerfully, “I had to drag you to the junkyard when I saw that your head was… you know.” She gestures to it as she helps him settle on the couch, head falling back against the firm cushion. “I saw that your mouth opens- do you want some coffee? Or water? It’s not as good as it is on Earth but hey, it’s something!” She flutters around the kitchen area, the faint smell of ground coffee beans filling the tiny space, and Vincent takes a look around while she burns off some of her apparent nervous energy.

He had seen some shitty apartments before but Jesus - the place was a shithole. It was neat enough, he supposed, Kora’s things put away neatly on the limited shelf space that she had, a soft green blanket draped over the back of the couch that he runs his hands over. But paint peeled off the walls in chipping swatches; strange stains covered the ceiling; there was a gap where the window met the sill, and a warm breeze was drifting through it. He could hear faint yelling from both sides and above them, and it reminded him so much of his first dorm in college that he can’t help but chuckle.

Kora’s head turns to him, one ear quirking up in curiosity. “Sorry,” Vincent says, “just. This place is a dump. No offense,” he adds when her face falls.

She still offers him a smile. “You’re fine; I know it's not great but it’s what I can afford and it was close to my- my friend.” Her eyes go distant for a moment, lost in thought staring at the wall behind him until she shakes her head. “But this is where we are anyway- you don’t have to stay, of course. I just figured you could rest here for a bit before you go on your way. I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“I’m okay, I think. I mean, besides-” He waves vaguely at his head as she hands him the cup she holds, taking a deep gulp of the too-hot coffee. It scalds his throat on the way down, which he should probably be more upset about, but he’s mostly just pleased that he has sensation at all. He would have to find some spare time to really inspect his body beyond the head swap and the new sharp tips to his fingers, blue and pointy where they’re wrapped around the mug with some cheesy, upbeat saying on it. His skin is blue as well, a dark navy that continues up his arms. “So what am I gonna owe you for all this?”

Her brows quirk up. “For the coffee? Nothing. I’ll pay you to take it off my hands.” She smiles at him, a little peek of sharp canines as her lips part.

“Nah, for helping me. I’m not dumb, I know nothing comes for free in life- I assume it's the same in the afterlife if that’s what this shit is. I don’t have any money, you know.”

She shakes her head, the gold of her hair glinting in the glow from the shitty light that hangs overhead. “Nothing owed- there’s no debt. I really am just trying to help.”

“Then you’re stupid,” he says bluntly, manners slipping out the gap in the window, and to his amazement she doesn’t take offense- she laughs, loud and bell-like in the small room, the sound occupying all of the space between them.

She swaps cups with him, replacing his empty one with her full one that she had yet to take a sip of. “Maybe I am,” she shrugs, “but you’re reaping the benefits either way, aren’t you?” She pours the last of the coffee into the mug she took from him and settles onto the floor, leaning back against the cabinet under the sink. Better Latte than Never, the ceramic tells him from across the room where its held in her hands, and she smiles up at him from her new position. “The way I see it- you’ll either also be a good person and be thankful that I’m helping you, maybe wash the cups when we’re done as a sign of gratitude; or, you’ll fly off the handle and kill me, in which case I would be back in a couple days anyway and we’d have to do this again.”

He hesitates, surprised when his head lets off a staticky hum. “What if I’m a good person and I’m thankful but I don’t do the dishes?” He takes one had off the cup he still holds- Bean There, Done That, this one says- and waves his fingers at her. “I’m not sure if all of me is electronic in some way. I’m not trying to get electrocuted so soon after… fuck, why can’t I remember how I died?”

The look she gives him feels like pity, makes him want to snarl and show off his new, sharp teeth. “It happens for a lot of people. Your mind kind of has to re-acclimate, process all the new information, the new form. It’ll come to you soon, I’m sure.”

“Do you remember?”

She flinches, the lines of her face deepening a bit as she stares down into her coffee, still untouched. “I do- I wish I didn’t, sometimes, but it’s always there in the back of my mind, you know? Everyone is different though.”

Vincent sighs and moves his hand like he means to brush his hair back, the action purely muscle memory before he remembers that he doesn’t have hair anymore. “Gotcha. I guess I could at least stick around that long, until I remember just to make sure no one is out for my head or anything.” He looks down at himself, remembering now that his chest is bare from where she had apparently taken it off him to use as a pillow in the junkyard. “You wouldn’t happen to have any clothing I could borrow, would you?”

“Oh, of course!” She picks herself up off the ground, sets her still untouched coffee back on the counter and dips through a door in the hallway, emerging with her spoils that she throws to him- a large black t-shirt that simply says fuck in slanting cursive. “I can swing by somewhere later and get you some other things, that might be a little tight on you since you’re bigger than I am.” Kora watches him for a moment, her cheeks flushing a bit before she turns away. “You know what I mean. Broader in the shoulders and all.”

His smile feels strange on his new face, but it's genuine at least. “Gotcha. Thanks, doll.” He chuckles a little at the way that she makes a point of turning around while he put the shirt on, stretching tight but not uncomfortably across his chest despite how oversized it probably was on her. With her turned around he can see the tail that sticks out of a hole in the back of her pants, long and fluffy and the same gold as her hair.

Decently clothed, he indicates that she can turn back around, and she swaps their cups one last time. She pulls a jacket off the back of the door and slips her arms through it, and at his raised eyebrow- or, he figures, the image of a raised eyebrow- she grabs a bag off the floor, full of what appears to be things like newspapers and small packages. “Happy as I was to help you, it did make me late- I was just stepping out for an early morning walk when I noticed you falling, and fixing your screen took a little longer than I thought it would. You’re free to hang out until I come back- or I guess you could rob me blind if you’re that desperate for a couple books, punny coffee mugs and a blanket. That would show me, huh?” Kora’s smile is soft but he can see the vague uncertainty behind it- maybe she did think that’s what he was planning.

Vincent shrugs, leaning back into the couch. “I’ll try to resist the urge,” he says, and her face brightens.

“You can make more coffee if you want,” she says. “And you’re welcome to read anything on the shelves- there’s not much but maybe that will also be a deterrent to stealing them.” She glances at the clock on the wall, indicating a mere nine in the morning. “I’ll have to go right from the hub to Viv’s- its a diner nearby, just a little extra cash,” she explains when he gives her a confused expression. “But I should be home before midnight… if you’re still here.” She finishes her little speech, looking a little embarrassed. “You can also leave though if you want! I’m not gonna like. Hold you hostage or anything.”

The smirk that takes his face over feels natural, finally- a face he used to make that he can make again, the memory of his muscles not betraying him with something that doesn’t feel the same. “I don’t think you could if you tried,” he says, looking her over, and Kora flushes and fumbles with the straps of her bag.

“Drug your ass here from the junkyard, didn’t I? I’m stronger than I look.” She lifts her chin in defiance, the move letting her catch sight of the clock again. “Shit, I really gotta go- maybe see you later, Vincent?” She says it like a question instead of a statement, the tilt of her eyebrows hopeful.

“Yeah,” he finds himself saying, “I’ll still be here. I’ll stay.” She flashes him a brilliant smile and ducks out the door, lock clicking into place. Vincent sees her through the window unhooking a bike from a lamppost, throwing her hair up into a ponytail before she catches sight of him through the window. She throws him a wave and she’s off, bike shooting down the street and leaving him behind.

It only takes an hour or so to get bored of lounging on the couch after Kora leaves, and then he’s walking down the short hallway and opening the first door he finds- the bathroom. He strips all the way down, pants and borrowed t-shirt folded neatly on the toilet while he inspects himself in the mirror that hangs off the back of the door.

At least he was still fucking hot, he muses to himself, twisting his torso to get a good look at every inch of himself. Thankfully, everything from his neck down appeared to be normal biology; when he looks a little closer at a deep gouge in his neck he thinks he might be able to see some wires but he doesn’t want to mess with it, risk messing something up so badly that he dies again. His blue skin is covered in blood from the cut, and he rifles through the cabinets to find a washcloth, wiping himself down gently and throwing it in the sink. He continues his inspection- his muscles are still lean and firm like they had been when he was alive. He even had some cool stripes along his ribs and thighs and biceps, scar-like in texture when he touched them. He flexes at himself in the mirror, lets that cocky smile take over his features, and-

Yeah, there he was; even if his face looked a little different now, that was the Vincent that he knew himself as. Confident. Self-assured. Strong. Sexy. He appreciated Kora’s help, he wasn’t ungrateful, but he probably would have been fine on his own. Eventually, anyway.

He examines his back, the stripes extending across the expanse of it before wrapping around the sides. After a solid examination he lets his eyes fall between his legs, satisfied enough with what he sees- he takes himself in hand for just a moment, another minor inspection to make sure everything seems to be in working order, before he pulls his clothing back on and crosses the hall to the other room.

Kora’s room. It smells like coffee and almond, her bed haphazardly made with threadbare sheets of pale yellow and dark blue. There’s a table under the window with what looks like an assortment of junk on it- when he gets closer he can see that it’s… still an assortment of junk, but themed junk. Beads, colorful pieces of paper, scraps of metal and a variety of colored markers and pens. There are little sketches on the papers and what looks to be the start of a piece of jewelry that Vincent picks up to inspect. A little pawprint made of bits of metal, like one might see on a dog collar. He chuckles and slips it into his pocket- he figures if he does end up leaving this would be something to remember the strange woman by, a little token of her kindness to him.

He briefly glances in her closet, a couple dresses and pairs of trousers hanging. Her t-shirts and undergarments occupy the drawers of the dresser, neatly folded along with her pajamas. There’s a photo on her nightstand, Kora and someone that looked like a bat, winged arm slung over her shoulder and a close-lipped smile on her lips.

Was this her friend that she said lived nearby? The reason that she stayed in this shitty place?

He exits the bedroom, closing the door behind himself and coming back to the living area. There are sticky notes everywhere; on the dying plant by the windowsill (fucking water me!!!), on the fridge (low on eggs and milk), on the coffee table (talk to Viv about changing shift). He looks through her kitchen drawers- two sets of silverware, he notices- and moves on to the shelves that line the walls. Duplicates of titles he had seen or heard of on Earth, low budget cookbooks, anatomy and medical texts for both human and non-human beings. He briefly glances through the latter, but can’t seem to find anything about bodies only partially made of mechanic materials just flipping through the pages.

He picks a couple of books off the shelf- the Chronicles of Narnia, the covers say, which might be a little low grade for him but he didn’t have the mental capacity to really focus on anything other than not dying a second time out of boredom.

Vincent is a third of the way through the second book when the lock of the door turns and Kora enters, setting her bag on the floor and slipping off her shoes before she turns and sees him stretched comfortably across the couch. “You’re still here!” She picks up the bag and thrusts it towards him, forcing him to dog-ear the page he was on so he didn’t lose his place to take the offered package. “I brought some leftovers from Viv’s- I didn’t know what you liked so I just got a bit of everything, you go ahead and take what you think you want and I’ll take whatever is left.” She grabs a couple plates out of the cabinet and sets them on the coffee table. “Let me change and swap out the sheets on the bed- you’re taller than I am so you can take the bed-”

He puts a hand up- he was fine accepting help but he drew the line at letting her sleep on the couch. “Wait, hold on Kora-”

She halts in the hallway. “Are you not staying?”

“No! No, I mean- I am staying for now but I don’t want to put you out. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

She snorts, a rough, charming noise that echoes in the hallway. “You’re sure about that?”

Vincent shrugs, his smile feeling a little more normal again. “I’ll figure it out. A gentleman would never displace a lady from her bed.” He shoots her a wink, making her blush and scurry into her bedroom. He opens the container she had handed him and takes a deep sniff of the meal, his mouth watering as he forks some of the meat and potatoes and vegetables onto one of the plates. As a courtesy he puts the rest of it on her plate, as close to even as he could get it.

When Kora reemerges her hair is pulled into a loose braid, wearing another oversized t-shirt that hangs to the middle of her thighs. It should be scandalous, for her to have so much skin exposed, but… it suited her, he thought. She looked comfortable, and cute. And really- it was Hell. Who was left to judge her here? Or him for that matter, if he watched the muscles of her legs flex as she crossed the room to sit across the table from him, smiling at the plate he had prepared for her.

She notices the book that he had been reading, fussing for a bit at the folded page where he marked his spot and using a bit of paper on the stand from the restaurant as a makeshift bookmark. They talk a bit about the books, her having read what was out of the series before she died and waiting for the rest of them to trickle their way down from up top. She’s a good conversationalist, he’s surprised to find, and they pass a good bit of time chatting before the weight of some good food in his stomach and the stress of the day hits him like a truck, his yawn making his screen warp and stretch. She notices- of course she does- and is immediately rushing around again, racing to get a pillow, another blanket, did he need the radio on?

“Kora.” She pauses mid stretch onto her tiptoes, already having brought a pillow and another blanket and now reaching for a radio that sits on a higher shelf in the room and switching it on. “You’ve done enough for me today. Thank you, but seriously- I’m fine. Go to sleep.”

She goes flat again, arms crossed and fiddling with the sleeves of her shirt. “You’re right- God, yeah, sorry, I just get- Right. Sorry.” She offers him a smile, pulling her braid over her shoulder and flicking the end of it. “I’ll see you in the morning, yeah?”

He finds himself nodding, even as he’s wondering how loudly the door would squeak if he crept out after she fell asleep. “I’ll be here,” he says. “Good night.”

“Night, Vincent.” She exits the living area, the sink running in the bathroom- brushing her teeth maybe? - before her bedroom door opens and closes.

He watches the clock, giving it an hour before he rises from the couch and approaches her bedroom. The door opens silently, not so much as a creak, and his excuse he had come up with for if she was still awake dies on his lips when he sees that she’s completely out, face slack and sweet in sleep. He closes it behind himself and heads for the front door.

She was a nice woman, and he appreciated her help. But he didn’t need her- he didn’t need anyone taking care of him. He would find his own way like he had on Earth, what little bits he can remember. He would rise on his own without any help. Hell couldn’t be that much different.

He hesitates for a moment before swiping the book he had been reading off her table to take with him. He would probably have to find the rest of the series somewhere, eventually, but he couldn’t just leave something half finished now that he had started it. He gets to the door, even goes as far as unlocking and twisting the knob before he realizes that he doesn’t have any shoes. He was determined to be self-sufficient again but really- there was only so much a man could do with no shoes.

And no money.

And nowhere to live.

He still opens the door and peeks out into the street, the night quiet and the red of the pentagram distantly glowing. Its dark and a little smelly, strange shadows around every corner, fucking eyes on the mailboxes and shit. He turns back to Kora’s apartment; softly lit by light of the radio screen; small but comfortable and homey.

He closes the door and settles back onto the couch, folding his legs up in a way that allowed him to fit somewhat comfortably on the furniture. He pulls the blanket over himself, feeling his screen get dimmer as his mind goes blank. He would make a more solid decision about what to do in the morning, but as of right now he didn’t think Kora would mind him staying a bit longer.

What could be the harm in sticking around another couple of days?

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