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⚘. oneshot [705 words]

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ Pairing : JongGun x Goo

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ c/w : implied romance | angst(?) | chapter 479-480

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ a/n : Feeling cute.. might delete later LOL, legit writing at like 1-5am while i have work in 5 hours but i wanted to finish this lowkey. Not rlly proud of the concept of this story but im tired asf so whatever, i didn’t a lot of final drafting and just went with this on a whim of its rough draft🤮 this feels a bit too skippy and inconsistent. anyways this was (very)loosely inspired writing style by @/cosmichorrour who wrote “愛のある場所; river of light (that brings me to you)” literally please read it if you like satosugu, masterpiece of a fic🙏i think Gun looks cute with his little headphones, i put together a little playlist of what i think he's listening to while carving :]

snippet . ₊˚.  “In our next life, press play for me, yeah? So I could find you by song.”

“What are you listening to?”

The cold kissed Gun’s body. Despite the breeze flicking his skin and the chill caressing his body– he idly sat on an abandoned creeky porch rusted with dust and dirt, a fine show of how unkempt it was. Compared to Gun's expensive and lavish taste, this was the complete opposite. The fresh soles of his shoes rested on the debrised floor positioned in the most comfortable way possible. Even distant snow was cleaner than the porch. Next to him, peers a nosy blonde, who tries to inch closer to hear the music droning out of the earphones.

“Something.” A vague and simple reply– most suited to Gun's quiet demeanor, a conversation stopper from how meek his response was. But this didn't stop the continued prodding,

“What song are you playing?” even when the music was turned two thirds the max volume, couldn’t tune him out. Undeterred by the approaching voice, Gun continues to carve deliberate strokes into the wooden piece, his hands moving in amateur unison, one hand holds the piece in a strong grasp and the other chisels curves and divots into the oak. “Don’t ignore me bastard!” The guitar rift dimmed, one speaker muff violently torn from its place on Gun’s left ear.

“What is it, Goo Kim?” Gun doesn't turn his head to look at the man dressed in expensive winter clothing. His patience was being tested enough– yet Goo was already starting to cut the thin thread of tolerance that barely weaved itself to prevent Gun from punching a hole through the loud blonde. “What is so important that you have to come here and disturb me.”

“I just wanted to know what you’re listening to!” A dramatic whine escapes his lips, the fog of his hot breath filters visibility into the frigid air. His hands extend, reaching to shake Gun– unmoved and set in place like a stone amidst a tundra. “Fucker, I know you heard me.” cursed Goo who continued adding strings of name-calling, accompanied with a rough punch to the shoulder. 

“This song really sucks.”

“You’re still listening to it.” This time, Goo was pressed against him, shoulder to shoulder like a close embrace— ear jammed closely to Gun’s cheek, the expensive frames of his glasses barely kept a gap between them. Such indirect intimacy, but it wasn’t unusual for Goo to invade his personal space like so.

“I’m not.”

An exhausted sigh of defeat– It was futile to bicker back and forth like children, a pointless verbal skirmish that Goo engaged very often with him. Two things that made Goo bearable: talent and personality. Skill so exceptional that it left permanent scars on Gun– an enigmatic nature that gave an indescribable sense of familiarity to Gun– warm and colorful is that he would say. 

“Is your taste in music this bland? How can you enjoy this?” Goo complained once again, yet still inched near Gun’s earphones. Goo seems to be enjoying himself, eyes half lidded and lips pressed into a thin line as if he was silently humming to the foreign lyrics. 

“Abandon Charles Choi.” He expected this. The words hung just as cold as the air, “Come with me.” He knew he’d say that. An invitation that interrupted the building tension. A small glass thrusted itself slowly in front of Gun, liquid barely splashing out of the shot but quickly settled. Gun’s eyes fixated below, a distorted reflection stared back, such chilled uncertainty from himself– rejection was inevitable, the silence was enough to answer for him, but he humbles a reply.

They’ll kill each other next time. A promise, bounded by a shared drink. 

“Gun.” He called from a short distance. Gun looked up, pausing his carving, porch creaking from the weight of his light movements. “In our next life, press play for me, yeah? So I could find you by song.” A somber request, futile and odd, followed by a closed eye grin. Gun’s hands, momentarily still– twitched at the appeal. 

Gun nodded, lighter than the breeze that whispered between them, an unspoken response he could give Goo to his strange departure. As Goo’s figure disappears, his words carved deeper than the wood Gun’s been chiseling at for hours. Maybe in their next life, he could give it to him.

#gun park #goo kim #lookism #lookism fic #kim joongoo #park jonggun #park jonggun x kim joongoo #gun park x goo kim #Spotify

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480 SPOILERS

gun x goo shippers rise up bro, we have to start writing angst. right now.

HELP HELP UELP ME😭😭😭 GUNGOO SHIPPPERS WE ARE BEING FEDDD!! FEDDDDD

anyways sorry for lack of writing 😍been working my ass off for some christmas mula !!! but i’m writing a gun goo fanfic like in my freetime after work😮‍💨

#lookism #goo kim #kim joongoo #gun park #lookism manhwa #park jonggun

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Life update part 4

🤤im bored of my current writing style since it was loosely base off baldur’s gate’s narrative LOL, i’m going to put down thesaurus.com and do something simpler so i can pump out more fics💪

but also.. working very slow because i have to study… and sleep…

i present: tdlr doodles

also why is titling things lowkey hard wtf

#lookism #kim joongoo #goo kim #lookism art #lookism fanart #lookism manhwa #gun park #samuel seo #seo seongeun

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if this isn’t hyperfixation, than idk what is.

i’m almost done rough drafting but i might make it two parts cause its so long and i havent even got to any romantic parts yet😢been working since school but its mostly incoherent bullshit ideas before the final draft where i start scheming with dictionary pulled up🤤give me 2-3 buisnesses days and i’ll pull this outta my ass for you guys

this idea had been brewing in my head for an arranged marriage with Gun, but it’s like in his teenage years where he’s like.. in Japan n stuff before massacring a gazillion yamazaki affiliate clans before he had ultra instincts, please correct me if i get the timelines wrong

when i say platonic relationship i mean that i dont wanna rush romance so quick.. its implied that they’ll start liking eachother around the end of the first part but there no like mutual and obvious crushing yet!! unless i make a part two. I just think rushing a stranger to lover trope is cringe and needs to parts, hence why this is stranger to friends (and implied: to lovers) 🤤

#lookism #gun park #lookism art #lookism fic #lookism fanart #park jonggun #yamazaki yuzuru

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holy moly if someone better have some kind of chill lookism discord server so i can start making mutuals before going insane by staring at a word document for 5 hrs

also Gun cuz.. idk

update i colored it(for fun lol) but with the wrong blonde 🙁i will fix the hair color in 3-5 business days

#goo kim #kim joongoo #lookism manhwa #lookism #lookism fanart #lookism art #gun park #park jonggun

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may I request an angsty fluff with gun? <3

𝙨𝙢𝙤𝙠𝙚 .ᐟ

𖡼. Requested by anon [1.1k words]

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ Pairing : Gun Park x G.N.Reader

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ c/w : Established Relationship | Angst+Fluff

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ a/n : I SWEAR I WILL STOP WRITING ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP AFTER THISSS ITS JUST SO SILLYYY ngl i already planned this as fluff but because a anon request smth with Gun to have angst, this boutta be fluff+angst..... i've been writing since 8am. I hope this is okay LOL, first request after three years of inactivity. OH and again!! gif was filtered and cropped by me, but created by @nonden.tx on tiktok. not very proud/don’t like how i ended it 🙁might go back to add stuff but idk

synopsis . ₊˚. If the cigarette between his lips could be you instead.

There was nothing you hated than murky wisps of vapor that infiltrated the air, lingering with their pungency, a tainted atmosphere from its noxious breath. An unwelcome assault on your senses with each inhale. Not only was the smell obnoxious but you were embarrassingly jealous of the cigarette between his lips. 

Gun Park’s smoking habits was a knowledge you were already aware of, an understood boundary you came to live with in your relationship with him. The revelation was a thrust of reality when you caught him upon the act one time, an illicit puff of smoke escaped his lips in the dimly lit alley way just after a night out, how his head would throw back slightly to release the narcotic. The cigarette that sat between his lips was like a perfect puzzle.

And from then on, you’ve started to notice his indiscreet smoking locations, from the balcony, the faint glow of the cigarette tip betrayed his presence. Tendrils of smoke snaked through the night air, mirroring the silent tension that had started to weave itself into the fabric of your interactions. The frequency he spends smoking continues throughout the weeks, often from the balcony.

However, the discomfort of his indulgence extended further when you came back to catch him smoking indoors. An act that defied the unspoken boundary that was established of your shared space. The mundane expression on his face, furrowed brows that created an iron wall, one that you remember very clearly of a clouded mind. 

It wasn’t just a habit anymore; it was an elusive act of defiance, a rebellion against stress that had slowly transformed Gun Park into a distant figure. The quiet dinner that followed was a testament to the unease that had settled between you two, a silence that was punctuated only by the clinking of utensils against plates.

The weight of his gaze, those blackened eyes burning into yours— stifled any attempts at voicing your concerns. Like an uninvited guest at a table, rendering you mute in the face of tension, the silence became a fortress. Each passing second divided you from the man with a hardened exterior. 

The smoke, once a hidden accomplice, now a metaphor for the idling distance between you and Gun. It wrapped itself around an unstated issue, a haze that blurred the lines of communication. The atmosphere was too thick in unresolved pressure—  leaving you to tiptoe around the jagged edges of your relationship. 

As the night wore on, a suffocating silence settled over the room. Gun Park, his towering presence that commanded attention, was first to rise from the dinner table, a solemn gesture that cited the growing distance between you two. The sizzled crunch of a cigarette being extinguished in his recently purchased smoke tray broke the silence. 

In the evolving narrative of your relationship, you had once reached a point where Gun was no longer concealing his eyes behind a shield of dark sunglasses. It was a subtle shift, a sign of newfound intimacy and acceptance. Where the man of a few words occasionally allowed a smile to sneak across his stoic facade. Yet, despite these small actions, an unavoidable void stretched between you too, a evident manifestation of the emotional chasm that gradually exposed itself.

The silence at the table was an audible reminder of his reluctance to speak with you. In the moment, Gun retreated into the night, leaving you alone with the remnants of a dinner that had become a battleground of unexpressed problems. The distance both physical and emotional left you to navigate the shadowy terrain of your relationship.

You joined him shortly in your shared room. His eyes, diverged from yours, refused to acknowledge the growing chasm. Your mouth hesitated, words hanging in the air like a delicate confession, “you’ve been smoking.” a declaration that carried more weight than the simplicity of its content. His attention, slow to shift, finally turned to you. An acknowledgement marked only by a noncommittal hum in response. “Indoors too,” you added, practically holding your breath as you hinted at the issues.

There was a flash of annoyance, you might’ve heard a scoff too, “And what if I have?” The rhetorical response hung there, his stoic demeanor was conned by a flicker of irritation, daring you to confront him. “Why does it suddenly concern you now?” His tone was a bit harsh, nonchalant yet sharp. The way it slipped past his lips like mercury made you shrink.

You stood confidently, Cautious yet resolute when voicing your mind, “I was fine with you smoking before, but when have you smoked this much?” Your words dawdled in the air, “Gun, you’ve been so distant. Is there something you need to tell me?” a part of you felt relieved to ask, another part was anxious about his next response. What if Gun gets offended? What if he snaps at you? What if he leaves you? The once in a lifetime chance where your mouth could be in the heat of his would be missed. There is nobody in this world that could climb to the position you are now, and everything you’ve progressed would be lost in an instant.

Black sclera widening only slightly, he didn’t think you’d confront him so quickly. Gun was caught off guard, something that rarely happens to him when it comes to both fighting and words. It was like an instant reality check, his behavior switching a full one-eighty degrees realizing his choice of words. Gun lets out a defeated sigh, a distinct admission of vulnerability surfaced. The defeat in his exhale was an unsaid recognition that he took your words to account. 

“Things have been busy,” he uttered, skimming over the details, the Four Major Crews that he built with Goo have slowly become burdened to him. The aftermath of their inner conflicts that occur without his presence, the expectations for them consistently fell short.

Gun was not one to apologize, instead of a verbal remorse, he presented a silent invitation by patting the space beside him, a signal for you to draw near. Weary, you shuffle closer, unable to meet his gaze. His arms, possessive by nature, coiled around your waist, pulling your stiffness into his embrace. It was an apology that took the form of actions, a physical way for him to atone to his wrongs. He nestled against your back, the strain beginning to dissolve from the closeness. 

Your head turned towards his, the gravitational pull of desire took over. Lips colliding with each other, the collision was softened by the anticipation that had built up. It was slow but hungry, taking in the taste of nicotine on his lips, a residue of his earlier habits was overshadowed by the intoxicating allure of Gun Park himself. Each touch of his mouth against yours felt like an addictive narcotic. Temptation that you had waited for so long, and like a cigarette between his mouth, he pulled away.

#lookism #gun park #lookism manhwa #park jonggun #lookism fic #lookism webtoon #gun park x reader #park jonggun x reader #lookism x reader #yamazaki yuzuru #yamazaki yuzuru x reader

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𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧༝༚༝༚

⚘. A oneshot [668 words]

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ Pairing : Kim Gi-Myung + G.NReader

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ c/w : suggestive | established relationship | fluff/silly

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ a/n : jake’s gloves got me feeling sum typa way 🤤 gif was filtered and cropped by me, but created by @nonden.tx on tiktok. Got some feedback from a friend abt my writing style to not use big boy words I plucked off thesaurus.com😭 also i got lazy at the end, i suck ass with conversational dialogue💔💔 I had this drafted yesterday so i finished it up today, ofc… after my beloved Goo’s silly hurt comfort story [READ IT NOWWW]

snippet . ₊˚. The gloves, like a second skin of his, clung to him with an intimacy that you familiarly shared. Such display of seduction that you wouldn’t have expected Jake to pull off, left you captivated with your mouth agape.

You’ve longed for it, a hidden desire that you never knew you had. It skimmed so close to the surface that you tried terribly to hide it.

Jake’s gloves were a yearning fantasy of yours, how he had secured the bestowed item with his teeth, pulling til his finger tips could no longer slip further.

The first time you seen it happen, was a whole revelation, a delightful tingle that sent a shiver down your spine.

His movements were on purpose, each fingers snugging themselves in the cool embrace of the leather. The gloves, like a second skin of his, clung to him with an intimacy that you familiarly shared. Such display of seduction that you wouldn’t have expected Jake to pull off, left you captivated with your mouth agape.

And his hands, oh.. his hands… They weren’t just hands, rough yet smooth, protected from callous thanks to the gloves. It was like an empty canvas that was painted with experience, it was the hands of Gapryong Kim’s son.

They were large, you could argue, the largest you’ve ever seen. But size isn’t what matters, as many say. It wasn’t his hands at all that intrigued you the most, it was the gloves.

How come the worn leather was so well-preserved?Weathered yet still resilient, it remained as intact as it was since the pre-generational era of fighters, how it was adorned by a unique golden embroidery at it’s hem

Yet, within your desires, Jake remains a masterful tease, skillfully playing with the strings of your eagerness. He was very aware if your ogling, playing along with your gaze, tracing the lines of your fascination with each deliberate movement.

He adorned his hands, savoring the heightened senses that hung in the air. You, the willing participant in this tantalizing stalemate, couldn’t help but succumb to the attraction. His eyes, locked onto yours, read your shift in demeanor. His gloves, now transformed into a sensual artifact, accentuated his every move. As he flexed his fingers, coaxing forth the friction between his leather gloves. A mesmerizing spectacle that hypnotized you to look, each nuance movement drew your gaze. 

In the tender interplay of hunger, captivated by the alluring performance. He gave a knowing smile, a playful glint in his eyes that acknowledged the shared secret between you two. Your figure shifted gradually in response, returning with a sheepish smile to contradict his smug look. 

“What?” you blurted out first, your ears burning hot from being caught in the act of unashamedly ogling his hands. The heat of embarrassment radiates from your cheeks. It was as though a spotlight had been directed onto your not-so-secret fascination.

He chuckled, a playful melody that underscored your discomposure. “You’re practically burning holes into my hands,” he remarked, the amusement evident in his voice, and you couldn’t deny the truth of his statement. Your eyes were laser focused, like it was attempting to etch a lasting impression on those gloves. 

Defensively, you retorted in a childish manner, “You started it!” an accusation that was far from true. The realization that he was well aware of your sneaky glances only intensified the flush on your cheeks.

He leaned in, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, and with a sly grin, he teased, “Well, can you blame me? My hands are just irresistible.”

You rolled your eyes, but a subtle smile betrayed you. “Irresistible gloves, maybe,” you scoffed, already openly admitting that his gloves were the factor that held your attention.

Jake, undeterred, leaned back, feigning innocence to his words, “Oh, these old things?” He gestured with the gloves, waving them, “They do have a certain charm, don’t they?” 

You huffed, feigning annoyance, “Don’t flatter yourself, Jake. I just appreciate a good pair of gloves.” Jake lets out a soft laughter that was joined shortly by you. Sharing a playful exchange with good-natured teasing. The gloves, now a shared secret between you two, continued to be a source of amusement, wrapping your interactions with a flirtatious charm.

#double posting today is crazy #lookism x reader #lookism #lookism webtoon #jake kim x reader #lookism fic #jake kim #kim gimyung #kim gimyung x reader #holy moly im motivated for once in my life

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How i imagine that one scene in chapter 6 from @wannaeatramyeon delicious piece of Goo fic🤤

i have so many devious plans for him

holy moly look at him 🙁🙁 [creds to @nonden.tx on tiktok]

#goo kim #kim joongoo #gun park #lookism #i’m delusional

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Apricity¹

(n.) the warmth of the sun in the winter¹

⚘. A oneshot [559 words]

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ Pairing : Kim Joon Goo + G/N.Reader

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ c/w : Hurt Comfort | Established Relationship

⟣ ──┈⇢˚⋆ a/n : 😛i feel like finishing my bsd drafts later, rn i want Goo content. Holy fuck im putting a lot of brain power and effort to write this crap, ugh let me know if this writing style is dookie caca or not cause i spend like half my time going through dictionary and thesaurus for synonyms LOL. timeline after CHAPTER 477 without the upload of chapter 478 cuz idk what happens after. Honestly first writing a fic after 3 years of not💪

synopsis . ₊˚. You were the sun to his cold winter days.

Erratic.

That’s one way to describe Goo. He was unpredictable by nature. Facetious² by choice. Kim Joon Goo is an enigma. You couldn’t understand his eccentric personality at first, how his lips always curved upwards into a large smile, or whenever his eyes wrinkle when he forcefully closes them to express himself. He was the most fervid³ person you knew.

But what was that crease between his eyebrows? the slight droop in his eyes, the downward curve from the corner of his mouth. There was a subtle tension, a stiffness, a moment of silence, one that contradicted his exuberance⁴.

His head pulled away from your touch, expression shrouded in an evasive look. Unbeknownst to you, your hands had been gently caressing his cheeks. The unusual glimpse of melancholy crossing his features along with the slightest of recoil brought you back into reality. Just earlier in the morning he had boasted loquaciously⁵ about the suit and sunglasses that he borrowed begged from his colleague, yet that suit was long gone from him, you’ve seen it draped over a chair earlier. It’s fabric stained a suspicious red, bearing large scars on its back—a silent witness to an untold story.

Your brows knitted in reaction to his unexpected withdrawal, a rare occurrence. Goo, who would typically lean into the warmth of your affection touches, now, altered from his usual demeanor. He turned away, back facing you, a deliberate motion that casted a shadow over your attempt to share a moment of intimacy.

“Goo.. is everything okay?” breaking the silence, your words slipped out with hesitation. Seeking a reply to an already obvious answer. There was a long pause, the seconds stretching into an eternity. Amidst the quiet, there was subtle murmur of dubiety⁶. Then, finally, a sound that cuts through the hush— a soft shift, the slightest of movement that spoke loudly in the muted space. The room itself held its breath, ambiance caught in a delicate flash.

 “You don’t have to talk, it's okay,” you reassured, words laced with gentle understanding. In the stillness, your voice offered a comfort to bridge the tense gap. Once more, you guessed the role of your silent companion, seeking to provide solace⁷ in the face of unexpressed turmoil. You scoot close to him, navigating the emotional distance as you close the gap physically. Even though he was still turned away, your hands delicately snake over his face, fingers gently securing into a hug. Head pressed against the borrowed collared shirt that carried a faint smell of metallic blood and the overwhelming stench of debris and sweat.

As your hands intertwined one another, you could almost feel the tension dissolve. His once stiff body melted into your touch, a shared vulnerability that bounded you both. The room, suspended in a graceful balance between the unspoken and the understood. The final vestiges⁸ of unease lifted like a veil, as his soft breath matches yours.

You were radiant to him. Your patience, a beacon to contradict his sea of antics, served as a guiding light to his jungle of unpredictability. No matter the circumstances that painted the canvas of your existence, the relationship you have with Goo never wavered, You were like a dock he could come home to, an steadfast anchor, a haven that weathered the storms of his nature, the sun to his cold winter days.

(adj.) facetious² | treating serious issues with deliberately inappropriate humor; flippant.

(adj.) fervid³ | intensely enthusiastic or passionate, especially to an excessive degree.

(n.) exuberance⁴ | the quality of being full of energy, excitement, and cheerfulness; ebullience.

(advv.) loquaciously⁵ | a tendency to talk a lot

(n.) dubiety⁶ | the state or quality of being doubtful; uncertainty.

(n.) solace⁷ | comfort or consolation in a time of distress or sadness.

(n.) vestiges⁸ | a trace of something that is disappearing or no longer exists.

#goo kim x reader #goo kim #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #lookism #lookism x reader #idk what im doing #me after not writing for 3 years and coming back to write this? #goo is little spoon lol

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HELP?

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What slasher character your able to write? Asking incase your unsure of the charaters or not

me after not being active for a year, i need update fandom list but im able to write Michael Myers, Jason, Harry Warden, Stu and Billy, etc.

Uhhh i can also do dead by daylight version of Ghostface, and Myers. Legion and i’ll have to try to remember. It’s been a hot while LOL🫶

-answering this as of me in 12/1/23

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One of my 2020 writings

Genre↳ Angst (?)

Pairing↳ Nikolia Gogol+Reader

Warning(s)↳ Deception of unhealthy relationship|Mild mention of suicide

Words↳ 487

❝A sick bird is a

Dead bird.❞

The world may never cease to amaze you, a lively facade of hope only to be crushed with the cruel reality in experience.

Humans may be superior to most creatures that roam the so called 'world' but the unfairly treatment of each individual is what catches your attention.

Maybe the fact that creatures can be caged rather than mere humans. Though humans.. like yourself, have already been caged since the beginning.

You'd either pretend to feel free while suffocating in a unsubstantial captivity or die in the hands of cruel reality. You never sat quite well with the ideology of freedom, but it was brought upon you by a certain sadistic clown.

His influence was suffocating enough to the point where you only thought about him. 

"Malen'kaya ptichka¹, how are you doing today?" He entered with his usual sing-song tone and never-fleeting sadistic grin.

Though without responding you turned towards his figure with a dull and dead, look in your eyes, they weren't frightened or terrified like they use to be, but more numb from the amount of encounters and experience.

"Oh my, oh my, seems my birdie has became sick~" Nikolia raises his arm to cup his own forehead with one of his hand as if he was distressed. 

"But you know what they say, a sick bird might as well be a dead bird." It seemed that his grin had widened as he leaned towards you menacingly, 

"lyubov moya², it's seems you lost your spark, I would get rid of you but you're just too precious to me~" His words were sweet like sugar and melted at the tip of his tongue, as he praised you only the slightest.

But his praises weren't enough to conquer the new fear that struck your mind. 

'Too precious? He's not going kill you?' 

Your breathe hitched a second, you thought about death more than once. 

To put a stop to this endless suffering, to finally find freedom in the hands of death itself.

But it seems he denied all possibilities, he kept you chained to reality, chained away from freedom.

He clipped your wings to the point where it felt like it's been cut off.

A loophole of torment no one could escape nor run from.

Besides, you never have the guts to run.

"Lyubov moya~ you're so cute when you're scared, you should do it more often." He smiled softly yet it was obviously faked, nothing he says or does is genuine. Just a aspect of false perfection. 

Everything he spoke was nothing but  empty promises and lies.

His words were just as hollow as your feelings.

You weren't a lover, you weren't a admirer, you weren't in a relationship.

You were just a mere toy to play with, a possession to be worn down, a pet to be kept til it becomes deceased and boring.

After all, you are only a sick bird awaiting for death. 

Malen'kaya ptichka¹ | Little Bird

lyubov moya² | My love

#bungou stray dogs x reader #nikolai gogol x reader #nikolai x reader #bsd nikolai #bungo stray dogs nikolai

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Honestly i don’t post here anymore but im going post my old quotev shit to feed tumblr LOL

you can find them all on quotev

2020 writing 🙁

Genre↳ Angst 

Pairing↳ Fyodor Dostoevsky+Reader

Trope(s)↳ One-sided Relationship 

Words↳ 502

❝if you thought that,

than you're a fool 

For believing that.❞

Simple minded, soft spoken, perhaps angelic at one point, is how you would be described. Even the blinding white snow that once piled a village in St. Petersburg couldn't be compared to how divine you were. Those were the words of mere illusion and thin consistency, that stringed from his cold lips. They weren't true, but they felt true. True enough for you to believe it. You held onto the string of words and baits of praises like a greedy, starving fish. There wasn't much you could hold onto at this point, nonetheless you became completely dependent on him. God knows why you still bother to stick by his side. It almost felt as if you were both strangers to each other. Yet you couldn't help but call him 'home'. Whenever he's near, it felt like home, no vacant unfilled halls bothered you more than a empty bedside.

"Fedya¹." Your mouth opened to speak unconsciously as he hummed in response, not even sparing a glance at you. Instead, having his gaze glued to the screen. “What am I to you?" Without thinking of the possible answers that could come from the Russian man. Multiple of scenarios played in your head on his reaction, but with in due time, you could hear a low chuckle coming from him. 

"Why do you ask that? Lyubov moya²?" He responded with another question and a nickname. The nickname he gave you was only a sugarcoated lie but nothing was sweeter than his voice to when he praised and whispered sweet nothings into your ear. 

"..." There was nothing else you can properly reply to, he was logical yet sinister, some might say sadistic but that was just his ego. 

“Lyubov moya, are you asking if I love you?" Finally he turned his desk chair to face your figure. He has this sort of capability to read your thoughts like a open book. 

"By Love, you mean, the concept of affection through selfless actions?" Rather than a short harmless answer, he had to make it into a logical conspiracy concept relating to psychology. His violet eyes gazed into your own before closing, another chuckle erupted from his mouth as he hung his head slightly down with a frown. Dark yet memorizing plum purple eyes gazed coldly into your own dimmer ones. 

A sinister smirk morphed his expression, "You think that I can return those meaningless feelings of affinity?" He shook his head, frowning again. "Than you're greatly mistaken." His words dripped with venom, no matter how it hurts, it was too addicting to put a end to it. He called you a upright moron indirectly, yet you couldn't help but shed a tear. The warm glossy liquid dripped down from your cold cheeks. Without uttering a sound, you only whimpered and sniffled quietly, barely audible apart from the loud and quick typing from ahead. Perhaps you weren't meant to be after all, you shouldn't have stayed, you crawled to deep to climb out. 

Truly, you are a fool. 

Context

Fedya¹ | Russian Diminutive/Nickname for Fyodor

Lyubov moya² | My Love

#bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #fyodor dostoevsky x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #fyodor angst

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Can I request some fluff story with maverick? Sorry if I'm bothering you...

It’s completely fine! no need to say sorry, I should be the one saying sorry!! Because this took super long because I hopped in another fandom before finishing haha, forgive me!!

Pairing⤥ Erik "Maverick" Thorn

 Warning⤥ N/A

Word Count⤥ 215

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“Erik?”

“Hm?” The specialist hummed as he repositioned his head from the shoulder and farther into your neck. His breathing was calm but heavy, giving you tingles throughout your body.

“Your all sweaty, please take a shower.” You whined, knowing your beloved boyfriend had just returned from a mission not long ago. He already had unequipped his suit leaving him in nothing but some cargo shorts and a tank-top. Purposely showing off what years of military service does.

“I’ll do it if you join me.” He joked, earning a smack on the back of his head in which he laughed it off. “Don’t you like seeing this?” He asked before releasing himself from you and started flexing his biceps.

“Stop it you twat.” You barked but struggled to keep your giggles from erupting.

“A twat? That’s so mean of you to say.” Erik dramatically frowned, his voice change into a jokingly over-exaggerated tone.

“But… you’re my twat.” Letting out a sigh as you rolled your eyes in amusement before joining in his laughter.

“Wow I’m so honored to be yours!” He exclaimed loudly while laughing along, big strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you up to spin you around earning a surprised yelp. Before getting pulled into another tight embrace.

“Stop you’re sweaty!”

#r6s x reader #r6s maverick #erik thorn #maverick x reader #rainbow six siege x reader #Maverick #rainbow six siege

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Some love for our favorite German Druggie (´▽｀)

Here’s some angst like I said ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Also a little warning: self-hate

(Written in third person female, sorry male readers and others— I realize when it’s in second person it’s quite depressing)

If you’re feeling a bit down, I suggest not reading this it just revolves around self hatred and general angst (｡ ́︿ ̀｡)

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I’m sick of making things worst.

Sobbing into her hands as Dominic let’s out a irritated growl as he rested on the other couch. She shouldn’t have been so clingy, maybe he would’ve respect her more, if she weren’t so nosy. It’s not his fault it’s hers. She should take all the blame. Truly she don’t deserve him at all, why do she keep getting attached.

I’m sick of being hurt

He probaly dosen’t like you anymore, why is that? She’s been so distant lately. Her heart hurts every time she looks at him, but he never looks back. Not a single eye contact. Like he’s been ignoring her purposely. Having her suffer every second of every day. Tears spilling each night with a cold bedside and a cold heart.

I’m sick of crying myself to sleep.

Soft sobs always echos her room by nightfall as she kept it silent for no one else to be able to hear, muffling it into the depths of her dried pillow which she weeped every night. At times she wouldn’t come out of her room if it’s necessary or another mission. But that doesn’t matter because Dominic is never the one to come get you.

I’m sick of hating everything.

She felt bad and guilty, because the more she cried the more angrier she can get, snapping at her comrades and doing the reckless was unlike her, but she couldn’t bring herself to bring rage onto the one that caused her pain, Dominic, the feeling to scream at him and cry was pushing her to the edge but instead, she screams at her friends and cries in her bed.

I’m sick of faking a smile.

Many has concerns of her mental health. Espically the members of GSG-9, but she continuesly tells them she’s fine and just not feeling well, lacking the mentions of sleepless nights and silent sobs but also the torn up heart that’s been shredded to pieces and stepped on.

I’m sick of feeling this way.

Sometimes she just wanted her feelings to end, it was like a everlasting sick emotion of mental pain that torments her day by day non-stop, plaguing her thoughts and choking her insides as if they were physically there to continuesly break her down to pieces and put it back together only to shatter it once again in an endless loop for eternity.

I’m sick of letting people down.

One time he snapped at her because he was stressed, he slurred how she was a burden to the group and wasn’t worth more than they think she is as a comrade. Of course he kept spitting out insults as she stood silently taking it in, the insults were like needles. She didn’t blame him, he was right after all, she can’t blame him.

I’m sick of being me.

#rainbow six siege #Rainbow Six Siege x Reader #bandit x reader #Dominic x reader #Dominic #r6s bandit #bandit

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Oh, do you like ARG's too? If so i suggest everymanhybrid

Yes! I’m actually rewatching ClearLakes44 even if it’s not much of a ARG—

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I wanted some Short Fluff/Angst with Blitz—

First Fic, super bad (´▽｀)

Time to write more angst ε-(´∀｀; )

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“Stay awake for me alright, just a little longer.” 

“How long?” You croaked out. Hands and protective suit stained with your own blood as the familiar Germany applied pressure. Your vision became blurry as tears silently poured out however his own tears threatened to spill alongside you. 

“How long?” Asking once more after the silent reply from Blitz. He shook his head as of response. Breathing became heavy as you feel worn out and tired, completely drained and dizzy. Perhaps due to the blood lost but you feel yourself flutter in and out of consciousness only to be shooked gently by Blitz. 

“Stay awake, please Liebling... I need you to stay awake.” He pleaded shaking you once more. His hands gripped tightly onto you but you could feel him tremble violently. Letting a soft sigh escape your lips as you weakly grabbed his wrist that gripped your shoulders, immediately his iron grip loosened along with a weak apology. 

“I- I’m sorry” Mumbling as you let yourself go limp, however that wasn’t the end of you. Eyes shut as continuous tears spill out of you. Once again, you felt yourself being shook rapidly but not enough to cause too much pain. 

“No no! They’re almost here, just stay awake for me liebling.. when we get out of here, I’ll make sure your taken care of, we can... go out for icecream when your better.” 

Letting out a hoarse chuckle at his statement, knowing Blitz, he’d always slip some humor during stressful times. Shifting from rumble on the floor as you snaked your hand into his, grasping as tight as you could while he returned the action but softly squeezing your smaller palms. Eyelashes flutter open while specks of tears roll down from your puffy eyes. Yet you couldn’t help the agony from your chest. 

“That sounds... nice.” 

“It is. It is... if you want, we could binge movies, eat lots of food, maybe spar here and there, get back at Dominic, all you have to do is stay awake, for me, for us, liebling..” 

Once more, your eyes adjusted to his face seeing the tears that started to drip from his eyes, your stomach churned in sympathy, letting your free hand reach his cheeks. Grunting from the sharp pain as he leaned in your palms with your thumbs tracing over the fabric of his mask. 

“Don’t cry Elias, please don’t cry.” 

You exhaled, continuing to rub your thumb near his jawline. Feeling your insides sadden at the sight as you moved your hands, that had previously been squeezing his own, to his shoulder. With that— you lowered your other hand that was drawing circles on his face to the unoccupied shoulder, as you weakly pulled him in for a hug, while he returns the hug by carefully wrapping both arms around your waist. Ignoring the fact that your own blood started to seep onto him, hugging at an uncomfortable position. 

“Elias. I’m really tired. I’m sorry.” 

Managing to choke out as you vision vignetted. The German seemed to have said something, but your ears couldn’t process it out— blocking out the possible noise into complete silence. You let yourself relax in his embrace, it was warm and welcoming that your eyes were slowly closing.

The German quickly realized you started to go limp as he shuffled to check your pulse from your wrist. It was faint and slow, panicking as his breath quickened. 

“Liebling!” 

He shook you, this time. You didn’t respond, nor batted your eyes. Blitz widened as he checked your pulse once more, it was over. The faint pulse had completely perished in a matter of seconds. His breathe hitched as he pulled your corpse into a tight hug sobbing into your shoulder as the blood had almost completely drained out leaving a peaceful and pale corspe.

“Ich liebe dich.” 

#r6s blitz #rainbow six siege #Rainbow six siege x reader #Blitz x Reader #Elias Kotz #R6s x reader #Blitz