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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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fwb with arthur morgan..

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet every time you come around, he feels his heart hammer in his chest and his face gets all red

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he holds you like you'll disappear whenever you get hurt or you've been away for a long time

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet the way he kisses you at night by a bonfire, sitting all alone with him and your hands gripping his neck keeps you awake for nights after

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he keeps you tucked under his arm the nights you're together, feeling his breath in your hair and his arm around your waist with your legs tangled with his

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet the way he kisses you like it's the last time makes you feel like he is. every kiss is so passionate, you'll tangle your hands in his hair and he keeps you close, his hands

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he always requests your cooking, you make him all the food he wants, he gathers you fresh ingredients and you cook him up something to keep him fuelled for the day, he'll eat up everything you cook

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet you yearn for him when he's away. every hour without him you'll sit anxiously wondering if he's okay, if anything's happened or when he'll come back to you. the reuniting kiss always makes it worth it, longing for his scent after it slowly and eventually fades from his pillow

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he keeps coming back to you. you watch the ladies leave his room by the morning time, always wondering if one day he wanted to keep one for himself. he never meets those ladies again, considering it a one-time thing, yet you keep making your way back to him over and over again

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet he's so defensive when your name gets mentioned. talking to a group of gals who happen to have noticed how close you are with arthur? if they even THINK about talking dirt to your name or calling you a whore for it, he'll never ever let anyone make up false accusations about you

arthur morgan is not your boyfriend, yet you wish he was. you wish and you wish every night, yet all you do is keep each other on your toes and hold each other tighter at night than friends do

i do apologize if this seems a little rushed bc it was 🥲 i'll always make time for arthur tho🫶

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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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könig w/ a shy reader 💘

könig wasn't naturally outgoing or extroverted by nature either, and he thought he was one of the most introverted people in existence, but when he met you, oh god

you barely enjoyed any outings, preferring to stay home and watch a movie or play some board games, sing karaoke or have a pillow fight in the comfort and safety of your own home

the times that you do go out though, you'll keep yourself sheathed behind königs arm, preferring that he do the talking

him initiating that you go out for dinner on date night some day, mentally preparing yourself for how many people and noises there were going to be outside

könig would order for you though, you'd decide what you wanted before the waiter came and he'd order the meal for the both of you

going home after date night was what you looked forward to the most, though always ending up sore the morning after...

he's usually the one to do the grocery shopping while you cook, having fun experimenting with the cooking books his mother gifted you for your anniversary

he's a big man!!! he'll eat up all the food you'll give him!!!! especially when you cook recipes from his childhood

neither of you are big on PDA, but he'll sneak in a reassuring kiss or a squeeze to your waist if he notices you're anxious in public

he def gets you a dog to keep you company while he's away (he'll train the dog to lay its head on your lap at the command "cuddle")

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please would you write for Ellie x doctor!reader in Jackson who looks after everyone and helps Ellie out after a patrol one day!

your wish is my command <3

1.3k words | gn!reader

You're walking on the slippery ice on the road of Jackson, you hear the sounds of children giggling through the streets, everything here just feels like home.

Even with the worries of whats going on outside, the little community you've all built together makes it at least a little bit better. Being able to help the people of your community, the children. Makes it all better, day by day.

In the morning, the elders go outside for their chit-chats and their coffee, watching the kids run outside. Playing football, drawing with chalk, finally being able to let kids be kids again.

The evenings are spent doing your jobs and your tasks, gathering supplies like wood, water refills, & food, the chefs are in the kitchen cooking up what they can make of what they have.

You, on the other hand, spend your evenings in the medical supply tent. Putting cartoon bandaids on kids' knees after they fall, stitching up some people who have fallen on the ice. And what you do best, take care of your self-proclaimed "hunters" after they've been out on patrol.

And the night time is spent with dim lights, cleaning up, & getting children ready for bed.

Your medical tent is usually up 24/7, just in case an emergency happens past usual work hours. If there has been a lot of cases in one day, usually the nice older lady that runs the bakery will get you a sweet treat as a reward.

You're just cleaning up the tent per usual in the afternoon, mopping the floor and sanitizing what tools you have. There had been Ellie's turn to go on patrol today, Ellie and Jessie together. They'd left a couple of hours ago, nothing seemingly out of order. Usually they'd stay out until it got dark, or in Joel's words "Testing God's patience."

You hear the sound of hooves, galloping, humans running to open the gates & lots of loud talking. It dies down after a while, you decide that it wasn't anything urgent. Assuming that if it was, you'd probably be called over for some look-overs for serious injuries.

You hear someone enter your tent, you look up from where you're sterilizing some needles. It's Jesse. He's alone. You'd just assumed Ellie came hand-in-hand with Jesse, realizing now that it wasn't the case.

"Anything happen, Jesse? Anything I need to get my emergency kit out for?" Jesse looks around, like he's familiarizing his surroundings, "Nah. To me? No. Ellie could use some help, though. Hopefully nothing too serious. She got some infected hangin' off of Shimmer,"

You stand up, gathering some items off of your desk and putting them in an over the shoulder bag, "She's fine though, right? No injuries, just some bruising I'm assuming?"

"If you're talking about the horse, Shimmer's fine. If you're talking about the human, Ellie's not lookin' too hot. Luckily the infected got off by the time we neared the gates. Think she hit her head pretty hard, though."

You walk over to the opening of the tent, where Jesse's standing in the makeshift "doorway", "I'll have a look at 'er. Make sure you get the horses in the stables, okay?"

Jesse backs up, walking out of the tent, "Sure, mom. Good thing there wasn't any major weather. The infected were hiding under the already fallen snow. No way to figure out whether there'd be infected under there or not. I'd say we made it out pretty good for how many of those monsters were out there,"

You're walking towards the gate now, some people are gathered there & discussing patrol curfew, horses & partners. You spot Joel by Ellie's side though, seemingly she looked fine a tad bit, bruised, with some minor cuts, you spotted no extreme injuries or anything major.

Jesse's walked over to the stables now, you approach Ellie with your bag over your shoulder, "How're you holding up, Ells? You aren't looking so hot,"

She whips her head around at the sound of your voice, from where she's standing talking to Joel. "I'm fine," of course. The default, tiring, awkward response. I'm fine.

"Really, I could take you to the tent and just get you checked over. Make sure you don't have any deeper-than-skin injuries that'll affect you later,"

She seems to nod and sigh in defeat, the all stubborn girl she is, and she walks with you by your side back to the medical tent.

"Jesse told me about the infected. Seemed pretty intense out there, huh? Glad Shimmer's alright and you aren't missing any limbs,"

She holds eye contact as you speak, looking away at the end of your sentence and widening her eyes, "Yet. Never know how many of those guys are out there, y'know? It's hard to tell in the winter time. S'like they run on freezing weather or something,"

You lift up the entrance of the tent for her as she leans down to get under it, "You're reckless, you know that? You should be more careful. Like Joel says, you only live once, at least make it worth the while," she winces as she bends down, and she tries to cover it up. You notice.

You sit her down at a chair with a pillow on the seat, "You're not very good at pretending, do you know that?"

The smug grin on her face tells you enough.

You dampen a washcloth in the sink, bringing it over to her and wiping at the dried blood stains on her face. Most of it disappears without trace. That's good, that means it's mostly coming from one place. Not many wounds.

She has an indent in her upper lip. You take note of it.

You ask her to take off her jacket, leaving her in just her band t-shirt and her jeans. You check her arms for any wounds, and once you reckon you've found every injury, you get out your needle and thread.

You figure the cut in her upper lip would heal on its own, recommending her some cleaning solution to keep on her bedside table.

You sew the cut in her arm together, from what looks like could broken glass or a hard slam against the ground.

You put a band-aid over the stitching, and you're now instructing her on how to keep the cut on her upper lip clean. She's completely out of focus with what you're saying.

You keep rustling in your stash, finding the cleaning solution and q-tips at last, demonstrating how to take care of it.

Her eyes are only focused on you. She watches you like you hung the moon and the stars up in the sky.

You come back to your senses after ranting about cleaning wounds & how to do it at home, and you realize that she's closer to your face than what you remembered. You could almost feel her cold-minty breath on your face if you focused hard enough. Her pupils are dilated.

It's been quiet for a while. Neither of you notice or bring it up. It's a comfortable quiet. A shared silence.

You feel her lip graze yours. You want to stop her. You want to tell her off for this so bad, you'd say, "Ellie, you have a fresh cut on your lip. This isn't a good idea," but still. You can't bring yourself to say it. Not when her closeness feels this good. This right.

She asks permission. After sitting in silence for the past couple of minutes, she asks permission, "Can I?" you freeze. You don't know what to say.

Her eyes are on you. You feel her heart rhythm. Her breathing. You nod your head to the best of your abilities when your head feels this clouded from her attention.

She leans in close, and the gap between your lips closes. You feel her lips on yours for long, a sweet, heart-warming kiss. You can practically feel her smirk against your face before you pull away.

"Might have to be reckless more often if this is what I get out of it,"

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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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dutch van der linde with a

younger reader

1k words | female reader

@bisca-connell445 for you lovely <3

cw: (legal) age gap (r is in her mid-late 20s, dutch is in his early 40s), infidelity & unfaithfulness, dutch is a tad bit insecure, maybe ooc (?)

my apologies i accidentally ended it off in a cliff hanger 🥲 enjoy this blurb

You've had your eye on him for a while. An older, territorial, & handsome grown man with confidence in his step. Who wouldn't want him?

Of course you haven't said anything about it, much too shy to do so.

You don't know what pulls your attention to him. Is it the experience, how a man like him has experience under his belt, not afraid to take the lead in unnerving circumstances.

He's the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, you think. At least for you. You'd never say it to his face, mostly unsure of what he thinks of you.

Little do you know, Dutch sits in his bed at night, replaying your conversations in his head, overanalysing every word he says, did he come off to strong? Too distant? Too cold?

Sometimes you think he's cold with you. You're unsure if it's on purpose, but it throws you off. Usually his bubbling and sarcastic personality had never been hindered by you.

In his head, you're too good for him. He already fancies someone, after all. In an attempt not to come off too friendly, he'll accidentally come off as distant. He doesn't mean to, but he knows Molly would have the shock of her life if she found out how he looks at you.

The way the cigar hangs off his lips, the pride in his walk.

You're a proper lady, in his words. Even though you don't think that's true, you'll take his word for it.

You're a young thing, a healthy and attractive woman. Though something about you stands out to him. You're different.

He makes it less and less obvious how he looks at you, and you're sure Molly notices. You try to avoid eye contact with him, for your own good.

You think about him when you're laying under your sheets, head on the pillow, thinking about him. His voice, his confident expression, you want him. And you want him bad. This isn't good, right?

Surely if you slip up at any time Molly would notice. You're not even sure Dutch appreciates you wanting him in that aspect.

You don't see the love in their relationship. Like there's no spark. Molly defends him with her life, but to you it seems like she wants something he can't give her.

Like she's in denial.

Dutch is nonchalant, per usual he's seemingly upon his high horse, he takes pride in himself. Doesn't get dramatic.

You appreciate that in him. You see the good in him even if no one else does. You understand. At least Dutch thinks so, he'd never ever let you know. He's not risking losing the relationship you already have trying to get closer.

I could treat him better, you think. I could give him everything he wants and more, if only he'd take me. I'd say yes to him any day. Your thoughts are shaken off though,

You shake them off. You think about what he'd called you, a proper lady, you wonder what makes him think so of you. You enjoy dressing up, making your hair all pretty, laced up in corsets and bodices, wearing flowy dresses and hair pieces. You'd catch anyone's eye from a mile away, he thinks every time he sees you.

Dutch is sitting outside with Molly, eating whatever dinner there was available, pretty quietly it seems. Not a word is exchanged between them. You wonder where the tension started, why Dutch is so avoidant of her.

You come closer after spectating from a distance, you sit down at a picnic blanket a bit further away from them. Everyone seems to be out and about, minding their own business, you sit under a tree, enjoying the shadow it's supplying you.

Dutch meets your eye again, seemingly unaware of Molly's burning gaze at him. You try not to pay attention.

I wish I could read his mind, you thought. His signals are mixed all of the time.

Molly is clearly upset with him, for whatever reason, it isn't anything new to anyone.

He does his best to look proper. He freshens up his hair and his beard, he dresses in his finest suits around you and takes care of himself. His feelings were eating at him, practically eyeing you down like a hawk whenever he got the chance.

You're still standing outside now, it's night time, the stars are up and bright in the sky. He walks over to you, and your heart rate skyrockets. "How are you holdin' up, young lady?" you feel like you could die.

Usually he talks to you with confidence in his speech, fast-paced and never slurred. Right now, he looks like a flustered and smiling mess in front of you. "Dutch, have you been drinking? You seem awfully joyous this night,"

Not usually him. Just talking to him makes the butterflies in your stomach erupt. The cigar hanging off of his lips, he looks you up and down. "Well, there ain't much else to do at night, eh? You've been awfully quiet as well. Anything you thinkin' about?" he talks slurred, like he's zoned out or out of focus.

You assume he'd had a bit much. You stand and talk with him throughout the night, happy for his company and being able to see his face for however long. Eventually, the conversation gets deeper. More passionate. More... intimate. He's standing closer as well, he smells of whiskey, cigarettes and floral perfume. That must be Molly's, you presume.

He's looking you in the eye as he speaks about the things he's passionate about, like he can see right through you. You put your hand on his shoulder, a way of grounding you. Or him as well, as it takes him by shock, his eyes widen and he looks at you like you're crazy.

Is this too much? It can't be, if he had had enough of you, he wouldn't have been sticking around for so long. No doubt. He reciprocates after a while though, sneaking his arm around your waist. You smile at that, he isn't so distant after all.

Now it was only to figure out how to make him yours forever.

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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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hufflepuff!reader with her frat boyfriend, sirius black 🫣

imagine running around the corridors of hogwarts with your daring-do boyfriend, Sirius, you were like the polar opposite of one another, he refused to be limited by other people or follow rules

you on the other hand, swore by it. never drawing outside of the lines, always inside by curfew, delivering homework on time & staying on school property

somehow sirius had convinced you to sneak out after curfew, "begging forgiveness is easier than begging permission, love,"

so hand in hand you ran, after sneaking past Filch, tossing each other in the snow and leaving footprints without any explanation the next morning

you never really attended dorm parties, preferring alone time or studying in the library. Sirius, however would usually spend the weekends at some frat party, wasted with Remus and James on his side, Lily glaring unapprovingly from the corner of the room..

frequently you would find your belongings in places you didn't leave them, for example your shoes that you left on your doormat, tied to the curtain in the common room, your winter jacket around a make-shift snowman of fake snow that Sirius had found a spell to make, "it's restricted information, sweetness. from a very special section of the library."

agreeing somehow to crashing over at Sirius' dorm after a long night, his dorm room filled with the smell of floral air freshener (it covers up the scent of booze the best, in his words)

you always show up to breakfast, lunch & dinner as accordingly, serving yourself normal portions and never staying late in the dining hall

Sirius, however, serves himself extra, (he saves some for the critters he finds outside), and he stays talking with his friends LONG after the meal time is actually over

lets you style his hair for fun or practise, using your curling wand on it, putting it in a ponytail and practicing hair colour spells on it (you almost fried his hair off once, he only lets you do it occasionally now)

finding polaroids of him and his friends at parties, secret hide outs or some funny statue they've found in the woods somewhere

him always sleeping on the mini-sofa when you're around, he knows you don't trust him enough to sleep in the same bed, so he always offers that he'll crash on the couch & lets you take the bed

(he snores loud and makes odd eating sounds in his sleep, you love him regardless)

i sincerely apologise if this is bad, i'm overtired & this is not proof read. 🥲

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🐺remus lupin x slytherin!reader

remus is off limits for you. yet you always make your way back to him

you felt the heavy rain pour down and trickle down the hood of your rain coat, hurrying your way through the slippery grass and through the corridors

trying to make your way to the slytherin common room as efficiently as possible, walking through a group of girls giggling about what you could only assume was boy talk, a guy-gang loudly discussing about a shitty frat party, & lastly, a group of three boys walking alongside each other, tightly pressed into one another as if seeking warmth, like a puppy litter

the boy to the right side, with a chiseled jaw, neck-length hair & dark eyes, a visual of what you assumed people were talking about when using the term "tall dark and handsome," seems to be the one iniciating whatever the conversation was about

pressed in the middle, was a tan-skinned, brown-haired, charming boy with circular glasses and a glint in his eye, a clear smug expression on his face

but to the left side of the beaming boy, stood a brown-eyed boy with thick eyebrows, a straight nose with a light cut across it and his hair in all directions

you stood still. beaming boys all in their gryffindor uniforms paid you no mind, strutting aside you and straight to wherever they were going

snapping back to reality, realizing you've stood still for quite a while, you turn around, eyes seeking after the wet foot prints in the grass, only to see a path of footprints leading into the forest, with no boys in sight

you don't think about them again until the next day. walking down the staircase, heading straight to the dining hall for dinner, having freshly showered

you weren't the only one freshly showered, it seems

after taking your seat at the slytherin table, in between two girls snickering about something youd already tuned out, strutting into the hall comes yet the same group of boys you saw yesterday, in all their wet hair and glistening skin glory

you watch them maneuver over to the gryffindor table, attempting to focus your listening onto their voices

you hear a little about some owl crashing into a window, my girlfriend got me a love letter yesterday, have any of you done your potions homework yet, did any of you find a spell to cheat on our potions homework yet,

you also hear about finding crystal clear waters in the middle of the forbidden forest.

after dinner, you were planning on taking a stroll around the castle before curfew, for photography homework, learning to take a photograph without a psychical camera, pansy having taught you how to snap photos with nothing but a wand

your homework required one of all of the listed:

one picture of an animal

one picture of an exotic plant

one picture of the moon or the sun

and lastly, one picture of you and a friend together

packing your stuff up from dinner, you stand up from the table, straightening your skirt and adjusting your ponytail, one of the girls from beside you says, "hey, if we actually figure this photograph thing out, we could use it to take pictures of whoever we want, right?"

strutting through the corridors, greeting some fellow slytherins on the way to the common room as to not be caught outside right before curfew,

you can see the stars in the sky outside, and if you look close enough, the moon shimmers enough for you to see its reflection in the water

once again, you step out onto the wet grass, although this time, you start hearing footsteps

paranoid, you reach for your wand out your pocket, casting, "lumos," quietly and continuing your path

however the footstops dont stop, they continue, and they come closer

you reach your wand out, "hello? if youre trying to be funny and scare me, its not working!" yet, theres no answer

the grass splatters and sploshes with the wet sounds of the school uniform shoes

the footsteps follow up to a tree, and they stop there

hm?

you walk up to the tree, holding your wand out in front of it, theres nobody there

but it seems like the air is shifting..

rapidly in the moment, you reach your hand out tugging on the shift..

the footsteps have been revealed,

and its the scar-faced boy youd held eye contact with in the corridors yesterday..

you wake up the next day in your dorm room, having been able to sneak back in behind Filchs back before curfew, yet with a sore pain in your back after the little amount of sleep youve gotten

you follow your usual routine.

you brush out your hair, you dress yourself, turn off the other girls´ alarm clocks & youre on your way out

but isnt there something youre forgetting?

where are my shoes?

in the place on your doormat where you usually put your shoes, (the "´sup, witches?" doormat pansy had gotten you as a friendsgiving gift during her muggle humour phase), was a letter, not your bow-flat uniform shoes

you pick it up, its not addressed from or to anyone, the outside is blank. yet it looks like its been sealed with red candle wax

so you open it, and inside, it reads:

If you are missing items And need to find where they are lost They may be sentimental Or bought at a high cost

You need to sit down on your own And picture the item you want to find Inhale deeply then exhale slowly And clear your mind

oh, thats great. so this fucker youve never even spoken to, first of all, creepily follows you around on campus in the dark while invisible, holds eye contact with you in the corridors & now he steals your shoes and wants you to play his little game to find them?

its 7:25 AM. you have better things to do.

but then again. seeing his chiseled and scarred face, his red lips and his smug expression...

you think about the poem, "You need to sit down on your own and picture the item you want to find,"

picture. picture the item you want to find.

was this some test for your camera-less photography skills?

after putting your green tie and jacket on, down the stairs you borderline flew. without shoes, into the dining hall, ready to get breakfast over with so you could play this promiscuous strangers game.

its 3:35 PM. youre walking along the school grounds, poem in hand, trying to think about any hidden meaning behind it

youre overthinking it. what does he want to do with me? was this his way of revenge after i accidentally uncovered his invisible disguise yesterday? he ran off and into the castles right after...

what if he wants more than just my shoes? what if hes really mad and wants to make sure i regret it if i find them and hes there as well..

you shake away the thoughts, trying to retrace your steps from yesterday. you hum quietly to yourself, what was i doing again? photography homework, through the corridors, onto the grass, right by the trees...

youve pieced it together now. your shoes.. this stranger you dont even know the name of has taken your shoes into the forbidden forest.

thats how him and his buddies have been going there the entire time, wasnt it? throwing the cloak over their shoulders, making a run for the forest and just hoping they wont cross the path of some angry troll or evil creature..

thats what you needed to do. you needed to find a way to the forest, needed to secure that youd be able to get in and get back out

you set on sneaking ut in the dead of the night. its cold silent. not a single sound. every student is asleep, in their common rooms by curfew as common practice, you were never really a fan of rules

you made it to the tree you uncovered him by. theres nothing there. but, you spy with your little eye, wet footprints in the grass leading deeper.

it feels like youve been running forever. too scared of what could be hiding in the forest, too scared to meet it eye to eye, you set about making a run for it instead. you have no idea what youre even running for

one second, the wind is cold. your hair is all blown away from your face, your feet carrying you at a pace you knew youd be sore from after

the next second, an excruciating pain. your head hits the ground. hard.

you feel like you just died and came back, mustve lost your consciousness for a second

you come back to your senses eventually, you feel your hand up your forehead and your scalp, checking for cuts or deep dents. you find none

when you finally lift your head from the ground, right in front of you, by the root youve tripped on, is your old trusty pair of uniform-flat shoes.

you dont know how you ended up here. you just followed the foot prints, to get your shoes, of course. nothing else. just getting your shoes.

until it was something else.

you dont know how you ended up here, floating in bottomless crystal clear waters that looks like it shimmers in the moonlight.

across from you, none other than the good looking boy youd uncovered the day before.

you dont know how you ended up here, talking to him, having conversations with him, introducing yourself to him

you get closer. he seems like he trusts you.

for some odd reason, you feel the same way.

he inches closer and closer to you. you do nothing to resist his advances

he breaks the invisible stranger-ship.

his lips meet yours and you dont resist him at all

his warmth seeps into you

you dont even know his name.

and lastly, you dont know how you ended up here, currently being twirled around like a princess by none other than that same handsome, scar-skinned, dark haired boy you held eye contact with in that corridor

hes in a suit. you mightve fainted when you saw him in it for the first time if it wasnt for the dizzying amount of kisses he had been giving you the night before

your dress is silver. it shines and it sparkles, "pretty," he says, "you shimmer when the rays of moonlight hit you. youre beautiful like the sparkling place i loved you for the first time, sweetness,"

youve never been treated with this kindness before. you didnt know it was possible for someone like you to be treated with gentleness. care, kindness and gentle hands.

"you look handsome in anything you wear. handsome like the beaming boy i fell in love with at first glance in the corridors,"

sorry if it sucks i am sleep deprived 🥲

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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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gaz and his competitive girlfriend playing video games together...

imagine playing mario kart with him, how competitive he gets with it

he convinces you to choose the hardest difficulty and the most difficult routes, oblivious to how much you'd practiced

you always choose princess peach as your character, to go hand in hand with yours, you make him play as mario every time

him raging and screaming into a pillow after 15 minutes🥰

you don't know how long you've been sitting there at this point, your feet going numb from pressing under your butt, determined to get at least another win in

there's a half full popcorn bowl in the middle of the both of you, the game quickly becoming too competitive and needing to focus more than eating

the way his brows furrow and he avoids blinking, focusing all he has on the movement of his fingers on the controller

you're sweating at this point, already having played rainbow road for what felt like the 700th time, your thumbs feeling like they're ignited and on fire

you get the most wins in. you win over him by 2 wins. he. is. PISSED

his competitive spirit comes alive during video games and it's insane

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simonsomeriley · 3 months

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Hello! Pls can I request an angst for Kit Walker during his stay at Briarcliff?

Thanks :)

thanks for requesting lovely <3

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note: changed it just a little bit. i hope that's okay also a little ooc (not a lot of dialogue) i wrote this at midnight 😅

The hard cold cement floor is taunting as you walk on it. The only noises you hear is the tv static in your head and the clinking of the bell tower. Your vision is clouded. You look straight down as you walk, you don't bother looking up.

What is this place anyway? A tall building with a glass roof to it. Staircases that seem endless up to the top, it's crowed with nuns and staff. You ignore the beating ache in your head, sure that you could feel your own heart beat if you focused hard enough.

Not really hoping to catch eye contact with anyone in here either, you walk through the long halls. You flinch when an inpatient lurches himself at the door to his cell, where there's only a tiny little window with bars on it to look out from. His door is chained shut.

His teeth seem all rotted, he looks a mess with scars all over himself. Clearly he wasn't being taken care of...

The rest keep to themselves in their cell, you try not to look, wanting to spare yourself that way. But reaching the end of the end of the hallway, a certain cell catches your eye, you don't see anyone in it.

You wonder if it was a mistake? Because the door was also chained shut, clearly they'd thought someone was in there..

Approaching closer to the big door at the end of the hallway, you get a closer look to the room. Oh there's someone there, laying against the corner. Is he dead? He doesn't seem like the rest of the patients here.

He's not lurching at the door, screaming his lungs out or covered in wounds. He just seems.. normal. Proper even. His hair is trimmed, his skin is nice and clean, he looks.. normal.

He's not lifting his head, his gaze is straight focused at the floor.

Should I say something? As far as you can tell, there's no coming out of this place without anyone spotting you, you've come this far without any suspicion, should you really risk it now?

You bend down to the little window on the door of his cell room, trying to see more of it. He's not chained or restrained to anything. He's just sitting there, willingly, staring with an empty gaze at the floor with an empty expression and his body slumped against the corner of the wall.

You knock, two times. He doesn't budge at it. You try again, and you knock once more. This he raises his head at, startled expression on his handsome face and making eye contact with you. You mirror his expression. He's not violent. He's not running at you to grab through the window; shouting or bouncing off the walls.

Just sitting there. Looking straight at you. Should I maybe help him? He doesn't look like the other inpatient here. He looks, neater. More put together and...human.

He looks like he hasn't slept in hours, like he's tired from nonstop struggling for hours on end. He looks sad. He follows your figure though, he keeps his eyes on you, like you intrigue him.

Maybe it's because he was expecting another person and he's never seen you here before, or is it out of fear? Is it because he's afraid you'll do the same to him as everyone else has?

You look through what you have in your pocket, what you can make use of. You find some thread from your unfinished sewing project from home, you wonder if you can use this on the chain on the door, if there's no key then severing the chain would open the door regardless.

You've been at it for what feels like hours. Sawing the thread back and forth on the chain, sparks flying from it. He's still looking at you. Not having said a word, looking at your face. The chain breaks eventually, your hands feels like they are on fire and like they could fall off any moment.

You disregard the feeling to hurry opening the door, throwing the thread aside and, as quietly as possible, pulling on the bar of the door and slipping inside. He flinches at that, writhing even further back into the corner of the room if that was even possible, his eyes wide and alert.

You back up a little bit and put your hands up, trying to show him that you're not here to hurt him, you're not one of them. He calms eventually, still having the dead stare look in his eyes. He doesn't budge from the corner.

Now he lets you get closer, he doesn't flinch or pull away from it. He keeps to himself though, since you saw him from the window he's been cornered in on himself with his arms around his body and his head hung low.

Like he's making himself as small as psychically possible. He doesn't seem crazy, he must have done something horrible to end up here. He doesn't look like it..

He looks defeated now, he lets you get as close as you want and he doesn't move. His eyes differ between you and the cold hard floor, the light from the thin window at the top of the cell illuminating his face. He looks beautiful.

Eventually you get close enough to touch him, you lift his face up by his jaw, and meet his eyes. He doesn't seem to mind. When you're this close, you can practically feel his heart beat. You hear his shallow breathing, he's breathing like he's struggling, like he has a ton of weights on his back. His breaths are short and staggered and his face is pale, unexpressive.

You get close enough to hold him in your arms when he gets heavier and he looks like he's about to faint. You hold him with your arms under his shoulders, his eyes tiring and struggling to keep open.

His breathing is slowing, from fast staggered breaths to breathy, struggling and groany breaths. What's happening? Is he hurt? Did I do anything? Why is he like this now?

You turn him the other way in your arms, so his front is to you and his back leaning on your legs on the floor. After dragging him from the same spot he's been sitting on the floor, you gasp.

There's a crimson line of blood from where he was sat in the corner to where he's laying in your lap...

It's all over your pants and your shirt at this point, you lift his shirt by his stomach and you feel like you could pass out yourself.

He's riddled with stab wounds. They're actively leaking all over you, all over the floor. You now realize that's why he was sitting like that. He was covering his stomach, he was trying to hide it. He was slowly dying in his cell and nobody cared enough to help him. Nobody. He had accepted it.

You lift his head again, you try stretching your shirt out to cover his wounds, but you know it's no use. He's looking you in the eyes. He's defeated, he's accepted it.

You don't even know him, you don't know why you feel this way. But you tear up, he was sitting in here alone for how long you can only imagine, with no one to care for him, worry about him or save him. He accepted that a long time ago.

You feel him cough, he's coughing loud and startling against you. There's one last, loud, staggered and breathy cough. And he goes limp within seconds after it. Covered in his blood. The last thing he ever saw. The last hope he ever had. And you couldn't do it.

Your white shirt got painted with the agony and pain of a man you were unable to save.

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